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mysticheathenn · 5 months

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What Harsh Truths Do You Need To Hear Right Now?

Hi there! I hope you all enjoy it and remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to go and seek actual therapy or professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

Pile 1: Deep Inward Journey. You'll be rewarded for the work.

Your Question: How can you alchemize your fear?

Moonology: Embrace the Flow of Life

You're scared to do the thing. Whatever that thing may be for you whether it's writing a book, starting a YouTube channel, becoming an influencer, quitting your job whatever it is for you, you're scared to do it. You have so many ideas going on in your head but you fear on acting on them. Not just fear of acting on them but you lack confidence because you're afraid of being seen (moon card, bottom of the deck). You're afraid of other people seeing you look cringe or worse fail. But the truth is you will never succeed if you never try. You say you want to feel happiness, freedom, financial stability, etc but you're afraid to do the thing that will bring you all of the many wants and needs that you crave. Quotes: "On the other side of fear is the life that you want." "You cannot edit a blank page." "Someone out there needs your content. The way that you can show it." "Time will still pass whether you do it now or later." Unsolicited advice: You've got this. Surround yourself with people who will cheer you on. Give yourself 6 months (literally the bare minimum) and try at the thing you've been dying to do. If after 6 months you still don't see any progress. Take a break, change the plans, but not the goal. With the 8 of pentacles and 9 of cups, you are destined for this. but you first have to try in order to reap the rewards you seek. (Cards: 7 of cups, Awakening in reverse, 9 of swords, 8 of pentacles, Queen of cups (reversed), 9 of cups)

Pile 2: You are a Joy Seeker.

Your Question: What little victories can you celebrate?

Moonology: Step Up and Lead

Pile 2 If you were drawn to Pile 1 I feel this may be either a continuation or an extra tidbit that you need to hear. This pile is all about self-doubt and not standing in your power. I'm hearing the song Boss Ass Bitch by Nicki Minaj ft PTAF specifically the first verse of "I'm a boss @ss b!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch." and a quote from a popular vine back in the day that said, "Step ya p*ssy game up." You're crying about the things that have gone wrong or didn't work out in your favor. Some of you are even comparing yourselves to others' finished products. Stop it. You've done so much for you to want to throw in the towel all because one of little minor inconvenience or because something didn't show up how you wanted it to go. Or even for some of you what you are doing is taking too long and you want to reap what you already sowed now. "Brush yourself off and try again" - Aaliyah (Try again) Stand up and look around at the accomplishments that you have done so far. How can you bring more appreciation for yourself? Stop being so hard on yourself all the time. You have time. Stop forcing a time frame on yourself. Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop having FOMO because of what others are doing when you have no idea what they had to do to get what they have (they could be scamming, manipulating, etc). Unsolicited advice: Every time you do something good I want you to celebrate. Whether it's doing a dance, treating yourself out to eat or something, whatever it is on how you celebrate I want you to treat yourself because you're doing amazing sweetie. Even if it doesn't feel that way you are. Do some affirmations because You're amazing. You're doing great things. Everything is going to work out. (Cards: 3 of swords reversed, 9 of pentacles, king of wands, 4 of cups, knight of wands.)

Pile 3: You Cannot Make A Mistake. There Are Infinite Possibilities Available to You.

Your Question: Where is your heart guiding you?

Moonology: Attune to the Divine

Someone is draining you of your power and you're too afraid of cutting them off because of a long history with this person, because you feel a lot of emotions (love, empathy, etc), or because this person might be family but I'm hearing "All Good Things Come to an End" by Nelly Furtado. This person may be a narcissist, or abusive (whether emotionally, or mentally. Not sensing physically but if they are just know there are people and organizations out there willing to help you get out of this situation.) A lot of sneaky and deceptive energy, I'm also hearing energy vampires. Some of you have way too much empathy to give and that is beautiful but also establish some boundaries. It's okay to say no. It's okay to make sure you fill up your own cup first or in some cases fill up only your cup because you give way too much to people who do not deserve you. Every beginning has its end and it's time for you to end this situation once and for all. No good can come of this situation, it's dead. Done. Fin. Stop watering dead flowers and listen to your intuition that's telling you to leave. Some of you may have low self-esteem and believe that you won't have anyone love you or even feel that no one cares about you. When that's not true, there are plenty of people in this world who would love and care for you the way you give to others but you first need to let go of what is dead and not fulfilling. Love yourself enough to leave or if you can't leave because you live with this person at least establish some either healthy or hard boundaries and stick to them. No unsolicited advice was added like piles 1 & 2 because I feel this whole pile is nothing but me fussing at you to do better and want better for yourself. (Cards: Queen of cups reversed, 7 of swords reversed, The star reversed, 6 of swords, & 10 of swords.)

Pile 4: You Create Your Own Reality! What You Want, Wants You Too!

Your Question: What Do You Want To Experience?

Moonology: Make Time for Self-Love | Bonus: Practice Gratitude

I'm hearing "Hang in there." A lot of you in pile 4 want to experience the can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars over the fence kind of love, and are slowly starting to feel like that love doesn't exist because of the many toads you're having to deal with regularly. I'm here to tell you to not give up because like your "Inner Peace" card says what you want wants you too, I felt it as I was shuffling the emperor kept wanting to come out but not fully coming out of the deck always interrupting me as I shuffle. It's as if the universe (god, divine, Allah, etc) wants you to focus on yourself first and figure out what exactly you want. Be specific but also realistic because not everyone can be tall dark and handsome and built like Terry Crews with Jeff Bezos's bank account. Maybe you have an idea of what you want but it's not exactly what you need in your next relationship because the things you want tend to be unfulfilling or worse toxic. Focus on yourself first and then love will find you when you least expect it. Unsolicited advice: Take up some hobbies, focus on your career, and work on yourself to become the best version you can be to help bring in this person you are wanting. Sometimes we need to work on ourselves because we have something within us that needs to change that would fumble the relationship that we want. (We all have some sort of toxic trait in us no matter how minor it may be) Focus on shadow work is what I'm also hearing. There are some things for some of you that you need to release like abandonment issues, trust issues, etc. Focus on you is the main thing I am getting. This message is for a few of you but the love you want exists you just need to stop settling for the first slumbag that gives you attention. Message for maybe 2-5 of you but stop flirting with people because you're bored. Stop having sex with people when you really crave intimacy. Fire up that dildo and vibrator. You will be alright. "Break up with your girlfriend." - Ariana Grande.

That's it for all of the piles. I hope you all enjoyed this reading and it wasn't too harsh. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Whether it's what you liked, what you want to see more of, etc.

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ottosuricatoblog · 9 months

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"Fucked."

Author: it's been a long while since I've written anything, but my latest obsession with Sandor turned out into this. I hope you enjoy it! If you do so, let me know, I might continue their story!

Part 2 to this here

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Y/N Stark was not an ordinary girl. Well, at least she was not what people in Westeros considered a 'proper' girl. She didn't like sewing, prefering to be outside practicing sword fighting or archery. She didn't enjoy dances or wearing fancy dresses, finding herself much more comfortable in other (sometimes much bloodier) scenarios. Being the oldest Stark, she is aware she was supposed to be married by now. She had turned down about 5 proposals of marriage, much to her mother's disgrace. Y/N didn't want to marry some butterfingered knight with the only purpose of getting knocked up. She had yet to meet a man who made her feel hot and bothered in the right places. Until that day.

The first time Sandor saw her, he knew she was going to be trouble. It happened when he visited Winterfell along with the King and the rest of the fuckers. When he took off the helmet and looked up, meeting her eyes, he felt something he had never felt before. It couldn't be love. Sandor 'the Hound' Clegane only knew hate. He didn't believe in love, let alone love at fucking first sight. But, when she smiled at him, all he could think was "I'm fucked."

After looking for him for a while, he found Sandor by the stables, leaning on a wall with a drink in his hand. She felt the same butterflies in her stomach she had when she saw him for the first time that morning.

"Don't enjoy a party?" Y/N asked with a smirk.

He turned his head in her direction, hoping it was not who he thought it was. When he saw her, he had the same feeling as this morning, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Prefer to be alone." He grunted, looking away.

His hoarse voice made her feel things she shouldn't be feeling.

"I'm Y/N Stark." She said, bowing. "And I won't bother you, Ser. Drinking alone next to horse shite seems like a fantastic plan."

Sandor looked at her again, finding a smug smirk in her face. Gods, that smile. "I'm no Ser. And you shouldn't be outside this late."

He stood up straight, which made her able to realize his actual height. He was huge compared to her. Well, compared to pretty much everyone.

"Oh, don't worry about me." She said. "I can take care of myself."

"Can you, now?" He let a little smirk show. He shouldn't be talking to her, let alone fucking flirting. What's wrong with him?

"Perfectly, eh..." She made a pause, suggesting him to introduce himself. She had to know the name of the man who's making her feel this way.

"Sandor." He said. "Sandor Clegane."

"I'll leave you to it then, Sandor Clegane." She turned to leave, looking at his lips for a few seconds beforehand. "Good night."

Watching her leave, all he could think about was the sound of his name, his real name, on her lips, and he wanted to hear it over and over again.

"Good night, little wolf." He whispered.

He avoided her as much as he could the following days, thinking that if he didn't see her, the feeling would go away. Yet, all he could think about was the movement of her legs as she walked away from him that night, her gaze on his lips, her own lips... It was driving him mad.

Y/N knew he was not going to initiate anything, so she decided to take the matter into her own hands. If he didn't want her, he would have to tell her himself.

Sandor was on the way to his chambers when he felt a hand on his forearm, dragging him into a room nearby. He tightened, motioning for his sword, but soon relaxed as he realized who it was.

"The fuck you doing?" He grunted, scanning the room. It looked like a storehouse of some kind.

"Well, hello to you too." She said, sarcasm evident in her voice and a smirk on her face.

He stood there, taking a look at her. The light in the room was dim, but he could appreciate her figure. She wasn't scared of him or disgusted by his face. Instead, she was standing there, teasing him, with that fucking smile on her face.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." She started. "But it seems we don't seem to happen to meet."

"Here I am." He says, his voice low and husky. "Talk."

She feels her nipples become hard at his tone, and she bits her lip.

His gaze moves to her breasts, his cock becoming hard at the sight. She's standing there, biting her lip, and looking at him with a look that makes him weak in the knees.

"If you keep looking at me like that, dove..." He sighs, taking a step towards her. He shouldn't, and he knows.

She instinctively takes a step back, meeting a wall. Looking up at him, she finds the courage to talk. "What are you going to do, big boy?"

He places a hand above her head on the wall, leaning into her. "Tell me to stop, Y/N." He whispers, their mouths approaching. "Tell me to stop because if you don't, I don't think I'm..."

She interrupts him by pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. He groans, kissing her back.

She throws her arms around his neck and, in response, he picks her up, her legs around his waist. She feels his tongue on her bottom lip, asking for permission, which she gladly gives him.

"Sandor." She moans against his lips.

"Fuck." He grunts, pressing her harder against the wall and moving his lips to her neck.

They make out for a few minutes. He doubts he's ever been harder and judging the sounds Y/N is making, she's pretty affected as well. This makes it really hard for him to stop, but he has to.

"Little wolf, I really don't want to stop, but we need to." He says against her lips. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Sandor, I want you." She moans, kissing him again. "I don't care about my father, about my brothers or the fucking King."

This makes him laugh and he leans his head on her shoulder. "I'm not fucking you in a storehouse."

She groans desperately. "Why not?"

He laughs again, setting her on the ground. "Because I'm pretty sure you're a virgin." He starts, and she blushes. "Because you're Y/N Stark." He caresses her face. "And because I don't deserve you."

She frowns. "It's not for you to decide who I fuck, Sandor. I am a virgin, and I am Y/N Stark."

Sandor sighs.

She holds his face. "I hadn't felt this way about anybody in my life. I hadn't felt an urge to kiss someone, to be near someone."

He knows exactly what she's talking about, because he's feeling the exact same, so he leans in and kisses her. The kiss is different from the ones before, it's sweet.

"I'll come find you tonight." He whispers against her lips.

He turns, opening the door and holding it for her. She smiles at him, kissing him one more time before leaving. He stays in the room, smiling to himself. He is indeed fucked.

Part 2 here

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soapoet · 8 months

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autumn energy reading

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01.

Shufflemancy: Pancakes for dinner by Lizzy McAlpine

Are you getting tired of the push-and-pull? It feels like the moment you put your foot down, tell yourself you're done, they're cute but not that cute, you're getting impatient and want to see movement, that's the exact moment you're pulled back in. The chemistry between you and someone you're dealing with is electrifying. Outsiders could easily think the two of you are an item, and if you're not then you should be. But what's the hold up?

You feel like you're losing it, certain you can feel their presence, lurking, creeping closer, and once they consume your thoughts and have you twirling your hair, kicking your feet as you lay on your bed daydreaming of the what ifs, their energy fades and you begin chasing it down. You're not the obsessive type either. You do not chase, you attract. And I promise you that what you are doing does not constitute as chasing. The person you're dealing with is. It's like their throwing their line into your pond, and you nibble at their bait, but when they fail to reel you in you simply let go. It'll take more than bait to catch you, and I think they're catching on.

We've heard it all before, but it really is them, not you. Something is holding them back even though they want to rush in. Inside them is two knights in the midst of a tug of war. One is rearing to go and wants to reach out and take action. The other is cautious, shy, and wants to take it slow. But the fierce warrior feels a little scared they'll scare you away, and the steady feels a little scared you'll slip through their fingers due to what to you looks like indecision. Please allow this person some time to transmute their thoughts and feelings into a solid offer and determination. They may feel woefully uncertain of your feelings, too. Whilst the chemistry is undeniable, they're certainly overthinking it.

For some of you there could be a power imbalance or other outside circumstance that is causing this extraordinary caution. I'm getting a variety of options, so I'll simply list off several: they could be your boss or colleague, a mentor, an ex of a friend or a sibling, the crush of a friend, a friend of a sibling, someone who is currently taken, going through breakup or divorce. Either way this feels like it goes against the status quo or requires some secrecy and caution on both sides. Besides the shufflemancy song I will also give you the song Starcrossed Losers by The Fratellis because there is a distinct Romeo and Juliet element to this and I keep hearing this song as I'm reading the energy. It's like mutual pining, but there's a need to tiptoe around each other and dance only at a masquerade where anonymity allows you to engage freely. The risk may seem great, but the reward would be even greater. For some of you who are older this could lead to marriage. The risk seems to go both ways, too, which makes the tension feel that much more tangible.

I think this is the one time playing some games might actually work in your favour, and I don't take such things lightly as clear and direct communication is something I revere, and you may do too, but this one time I think ignoring that bait and giving them space to develop a little bit of fear that you'll slip away will create enough friction to light up a sense of urgency for them, leading them to drop the fishing rod altogether and simply dive in to get to you. So take a breather, live your life, speak when spoken to and hold your energy steady and available, but refuse to entertain the push and pull dynamic and demand they get out of their head and spring into action. They may need the wake-up call. There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but they certainly don't just jump into the boat on their own, so don't make them make you do all the work.

Additional details:

Hangman (the game), hair changes (colour, cut), investments, unexpected income, first snow, oversized sweaters, bruises, blue pen, dietary needs (deficiencies, anemia, veganism, gluten free, allergies), fall/winter jacket, navy blue and army green, pets, home decor, thrift shops, couches (sleeping on the couch, couch surfing, sleepovers), butterflies, funerals, spotify playlists, keys, Switzerland, Ireland, Georgia, Midwest USA, Iceland, Norway, India. Virgo/Leo/Pisces/Scorpio/Cancer, 222/333/888/23, July/August/October.

02.

Shufflemancy: 'tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

The song I got for this one feels oddly specific. Perhaps you have some core memory tied to autumn or winter, a past love or heartbreak, loss of a loved one either literally or through ties being cut and going your separate ways. Either way, you may be feeling nostalgic around the time you're reading this, and it feels bittersweet. You may say it's mostly bitter, but there is a sweetness present too, even though you're pushing it as far down into the depths of the darkest corner of your mind like a dusty box of memories you'd like to forget. Your recently played songs may say otherwise, though. You could find your thoughts drifting away when you're not fully occupied and busy, to people and places you couldn't revisit without triggering some still-sore feelings.

Another thing that seems to be patchworked into this quilt is someone new, but it feels like the threads are quite loose. Maybe you ripped one square out some time ago and found a replacement, but it doesn't fit quite right. It could be a very confusing circumstance, a situationship, a talking phase that keeps going on and on and on, without anything set in stone. Perhaps that was alright by you at first, this could be a rebound or a new chapter you ventured into with a carefree and light heart, not expecting much more than some pleasant times for the short-term. But things got quite blurry fast, didn't it? Like a line drawn in the sand much too close to the shoreline getting washed away by the rising tides. You may have settled into a comfortable agreement of nothing serious, only for one or both of you catching feelings, but neither doing anything about it.

For some of you, you may feel like you're being treated like a significant other, as though you're in a commited relationship, like those boundaries of previous agreements were crossed and you entered something more, but seemingly unbeknownst to them. You yearn for clarity, a yes or a no, because you're growing tired of wondering what this is and where it's going. You could desire commitment and parting ways equally because this middle ground is hazy and unsettling in its indecision. You're the irresistible force and they're the immovable object. A strange paradox that you wish to see a solution for, for better or worse.

I see you tossing and turning, restless and wanting something tangible. Like you're surrounded by only mist, stumbling in the dark with nothing solid around you to hold on to. Not even the ground beneath your feet feels entirely solid. Like you're existing in space, no up or down, no corners, no left or right. You have more questions than answers, and every unanswered question breeds more questions. The person you're dealing with can't even be described as being hot and cold, just lukewarm. Neither refreshing or cozy.

Don't give your time and energy away for free. If you yearn for more, demand it. And move on if it isn't granted. Beware of trying to fill the void left by one with another if they simply don't fit. If you lost a corner piece of the puzzle, a centerpiece won't fit, and ramming it in won't complete the picture. There is potential with this piece and it could be more than what it is, but you need to redraw the lines and confront them with your needs.

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Glowing stars, LED lights, layered clothes, chokers, mullets, lgbt, exams, train rides, group activities, events, poetry, doorbell ringing, left on read, birthday presents, social media (ig), psychology, internships, tattoos, cartoon characters, comic books, cobblestone, cute socks, chapped lips, butterflies and moths, bats, storms, power outages, Austria, Germany, Brazil, South Africa, Ghana, Japan. Scorpio/Aquarius/Aries/Virgo/Capricorn, 444/555/25, May/November/December.

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Shufflemancy: Rabbit hole by AViVA

I won't lie, this one felt very uncomfortable to read. Do you feel like your past actions were mistakes after all? Like you picked the wrong route in a game and only recently realised you shouldn't have gone down this path and wish you could go back and change your decision? You felt so sure about it back then. It was the clearest path forward, it made so much sense. One path was paved and lit up so well, had wonderful opportunities and helping hands along the way. The other one was overgrown, covered in exposed roots threatening to make you stumble and fall, it was dark and winding and wouldn't let you see further than the next bend, no telling what lurks behind the next tree.

You may have recognised, or you are beginning to realise, that you chose wrong. Not entirely by your own volition, but guided by people you thought had true and good intentions. They served their own good above yours, didn't they? You may feel ashamed that you were lead astray so easily. That jagged path looks so much more exciting now, like an adventure full of surprises and growth and opportunities, whilst the path you're on feels plain, pre-determined, and most of all not your own.

Some of you may have cut ties with significant people as you parted ways, and that may haunt you now. Don't be too harsh on yourself. Sometimes we need to take detours to learn lessons separate from those closest to us. When our paths part, they may cross again in the future. Not every goodbye is forever, some words and actions can be forgiven, and reconciliation is never entirely off the table so long as two people agree to meet there to discuss.

I see you walking down a street and coming across ghosts from your past. Not wholly unpleasant, but unnerving nonetheless. For some of you the roles may be reversed, and you are the ghost spotted by somebody who once betrayed you somehow, and now bear witness to the person you grew into once they removed themselves, and see the life you now lead without them. There is a mix of regret, shame, and envy here. Whichever of you chose the beaten path now sees the other leading a life of excitement and adventure, and wish they had done things differently.

This energy may come to a head in the next few months from the time you read this. You, or they, may reach out. If not for reconciliation then at the very least for closure. It would be best to forgive and agree to be cordial even you don't decide to give each other another chance. As for those snakes you may have discovered around you, do not hesitate to cut people off that don't serve your best interest. Don't give up your time and effort to fair weather friends when you desire mutual respect and the ride or die experience. You deserve better, and have all the opportunities to find better as long as you cut dead weight loose so that you can truly soar.

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Bookshops, stationery, notes, emails, messenger bags, roses, animal crossing, picture frames, scrapbooks, younger siblings, book series and fandoms related to books or tv shows, cosplay, photography, Hannah Montana, blonde or light brown hair, spirituality, letters, diary entries, neat handwriting, tinder, Italy, Hungary, Scandinavia, South Korea. Capricorn/Sagittarius/Libra/Aries/Scorpio, 000/555/411/2020, January/May/November/December.

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Shufflemancy: Candy by Robbie Williams

With all these delays on so many fronts, you'd think the boss music would quiet down too, right? But alas, you may have felt it in your bones, been constantly alert and ready for something, but that something seems to be taking its sweet time to make itself known. There's been anticipation in the air despite the rains of doubt, delays, rejections, and all kinds of curveballs coming down on you. It's frustrating to know exactly where you're going and how to get there, but having stop signs and road work ahead at every turn preventing you from moving in that direction.

You've been very hard on yourself as of late. Seek help if you need it, but most of all be merciful with yourself and don't carry fault when it's not yours to carry. You've done enough, and if the world won't bend, you don't have to. Sometimes we throw ourselves at doors that just will not open, and it's not our fault but the doors for not budging. Don't hesitate to ask for non-professional help either. You have more listening ears than you think, just be clear whether you need affirmation or advice, because you may feel too vulnerable for the latter if you feel like you've already tried everything. Nobody wants to collapse after a race of which they weren't the victor, only to be told to get back up and run another mile. You don't need to have that kind of tenacity and willpower. It's okay to rest, to need a hug and a good cry and some understanding, kind words.

Take a well-deserved break, and most of all let others treat you to something nice. You may have trouble accepting not just help, but doting too. Do not get bashful and turn down offers now, but accept them as blessings that you are well within your right to accept and enjoy wholeheartedly without guilt or shame. A little break may also be just what the doctor ordered, as distancing yourself from the stormy seas for higher ground could result in better perspective and understanding of how and where things went wrong, and how to traverse the waves when you get back to it. Things that wouldn't budge before may finally start moving along once you've caught your breath and have the energy to try again. If you've been looking to relocate, the previous struggles and clouds of doubt could lift as if on their own, and by opening yourself up to assistance you could find more hands to help you push those boudlers uphill.

You may also have had an inkling about the following, as you're a very observant and intuitive energy easy for me to read, but the boss music you have been hearing as of late may be drumming up the entrance of a significant new person or group of people, arriving into your life soon. This person, or these people, may be older than you, or more experienced in some way. This will feel like being taken under the wing(s) of someone, a mentor like figure, who can show you the way where you have previously been running blind and lost on your own.

An important thing to note, however, is that they won't do everything for you, which at first may be disappointing as you've been doing everything all by yourself for so long, but these people, or this person, will show you the way and walk alongside you, ready to be leaned on when necessary, but not dictate the pace at which you go at, nor what you do, when you do it, and how you do it. You'll quickly find this a better alternative, as ultimately you want to be able to say you made it on your own, and see the fruits of your labour with your name on them, and you truly deserve the applause for all your hard work and efforts.

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Travelling, airplanes, dinner, shopping sprees, new shoes, electric blue, orange, sunsets, Paramore, vtubers, ASMR, drawing/painting, digital art, plushies, fruity scents, dogs, D&D, astrology, paperwork, therapy, social work, bills, moving, new coworkers/classmates, Roman empire/mythology, kitchen magick, the UK, USA, Australia, Mexico, Honduras, Peru. Sagittarius/Libra/Taurus/Gemini, 111/222/12/21, April/September/December.

05.

Shufflemancy: Brightside by Arrested youth

Feels like a very strange time, doesn't it? Like you're putting on a pair of new shoes identical to an old pair you're replacing with the new. They look the same, but don't yet fit quite right and need to be broken in. You may be relearning a lot of things. Maybe you got out of a long relationship, romantic or platonic, even familial, or moved away to a brand new place, and nobody told you this transition into a new chapter, a new way of life, would come with growing pains as you learn to live your own life as a separate entity from someone, some people, or circumstances. It's equally empowering and unnerving. You can do more of what you want, but perhaps you forgot or never had the chance to quite figure out what that is.

Allow yourself the time and space to break this new chapter in. Don't rush and give yourself blisters from trying to run too fast too soon. Trace your steps back to things you used to enjoy, the things, places, and people that brought you joy, and used to sink your time into more back when time was a more abundant currency. Those in your life who understand what you're going through will also be less demanding and be more forgiving when you go through trial and error in terms of how to delegate your time.

And by all means, embrace opportunities to meet new people, but if you got out of a long-term romantic relationship I would caution against starting anything new too soon. You just got out of commitment waters, and you're still soaked and dripping, and this is likely to attract people who want long-term, but until you're dry and healed from the past, it would do both you and prospective partners more harm than good to get into something new. You need time to be whole within yourself, not as a part of a duo, but your own individual with options to grow in any direction you want without a say from anybody else. Even a short-term fling will hinder this growth, because if you're barely out of the commited mindset, it'll be difficult to not revert back to it only to feel cornered again and begin fighting for your freedom.

Some of you may have eyes on somebody new. Ask yourself if they're just a shiny new version of the old, with upgrades that undo much of the bugs and grievances of what you had before. Perhaps they are better in many ways, even ideal, but you could end up measuring them up to the old flame without thinking, and nobody deserves to be compared to other people. Nobody deserves to feel like a new iphone, because they will learn quickly that another one will be in the making the moment they're on the market, and fearing replacement somewhere down the line is neither fun or healthy. That's not to say you would keep lining up for new iphones every time, but do take time to really finetune what it truly is that you look for in a partner, and be specific.

Someone who originally makes your heart flutter may instead have potential to become a lifelong friend. Somebody you can rely on, who will tell it like it is, guide you, be there for you, and truly show through not just words but actions that they have your best interest at heart. This person may teach you a lot, and broaden your horizons in ways you previously thought impossible. They could be younger than you, or simply more childlike and carefree than you, but you will be amazed by their strength, courage, and resilience, and they may hold quite a bit of life experience, which they easily wield to help you make your life look like one you can feel proud of. It would be a shame to reduce a life companion to a romantic partner when sometimes platonic love can get your farther and help you reach the love you deserve. Don't rush to get the bride or groom when the bestman or maid of honour is right in front of you. They may quite literally hold the key to your next relationship with the various doors they can open for you.

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Vikings, runes, the moon, Star wars, video games, co-op games, boardgames, nostalgia, guitars, cereal, tech, numbers and codes, inside jokes, mattress on the floor, solitude, fire, smoke, coffee, oatmeal, fasting, red/ginger hair, cats, packages and deliveries, medicine and vitamins, blueberries, rings, camping, mermaids, autumn equinox, aurora borealis, ghosts, the word "issue", Canada, the Philippines, Malaysia, New Zealand, UAE, Eastern Europe, Chile. Cancer/Pisces/Gemini/Capricorn, 13/999/666, February/March/July/September.

06.

Shufflemancy: Sweater weather by The Neighbourhood

Emotionally you may feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. Things outside of yourself seem to be dictating what you can and cannot do or say or feel. You could be grieving lost love, but it feels less like you miss the person, and more like you miss how things were when things were fine. But you're also learning how much of that was a facade, a lie, or plain and simply a monotonous kind of "good enough". You may have felt settled and lulled into a sense or security of something that seemed so stable, and willfully overlooking any lack, flaw, and bump in the road and something arbitrary. Told yourself nobody's perfect, life isn't like in the movies, love is more stable without fire and butterflies, the routine is safe and the unknown is scary. That didn't pan out very well, did it? For some of you, you may have been cheated on, betrayed, lied to, hurt by somebody you never knew bore claws. Others of you, perhaps you realised all this time you were becoming more of a shell of your former self and living up to the expectations and standards set by someone else. For a few of you, this reading is moreso about a project or opportunity than a person, so take what resonates and flip it as necessary.

Amidst this grief and confusion, however, there seems to be a light, and if we allow for a litte bit of a cliché, it may feel as if it's the light at the end of the tunnel. For some of you it's possible the arrival of someone new into your life really shook things up, and they served as a catalyst to help you see how dreadful your life has become. This shake-up could've been quite the whirlwind and caught you off guard. This person feels new in more ways than one. Perhaps you previously stuck to more stable and reliable people, those who gave you a sense of familiarity as they reflected some of your own traits, who fit you like a glove. Your energy feels solid, meticulous, responsible, and very steady. You would understandably be shocked to the core when the wind suddenly picks up and it begins to hail and shine all at once in a life so frequently overcast and dull, yet predictable and safe.

A part of you has enjoyed the change of pace, right? There is something exciting and invigorating about the unpredictable nature of this hurricane hitting your shores. It can be triggering a bit of a saviour complex in you, too. One that seeks to calm the storms and tame the winds. You may find yourself protective of this person, but you're learning not to underestimate them. They may have been through a lot, but perseverance is something they pride themselves in. At first you may think of them as a fool caught up in storms of their own making, but eventually it dawns on you that they are more in control than they let on, and despite the turbulence they face they have unique ways to handle things all on their own. Your desire to protect and save them is insistent, but transmutes into assistance instead over time, and you may even become inspired by their tenacity and their wild ways.

There could be a brief period of radio silence between you and this person in the near future, which forces you to come to terms with your feelings. Divine timing seems to be at play, as the sudden disappearance of the sun forces you stare into the dark of the night and face your own shadow. Here you may learn that the two of you could be a perfect match. Opposites attract, don't they? You're similar enough to have mutual respect, love, and understanding, but different enough to keep things interesting and to cover your bases. Your weaknesses are their strengths and vice versa. Think of how far you could both go if you joined forces. This realisation, along with admitting to yourself that hiding your heart and staying in the corner licking old wounds forever will do you no good, will set you out on a path towards a future that firstly looks more like one built for you by you, and secondly gets you farther, faster, with better rewards and real gold in the pot at the end of the rainbow.

Perhaps it won't be easy, but I advise you to step outside of your comfort zone. You may wish to delay, wait and see, to take things slow and steady as you normally do, but know that this time that simply won't do. This is a great challenge with promise of even greater rewards, but it feels time sensitive. Just as the night gives way for the sun to rise, so too does the sun set to cast the day into darkness. You may dig your heels in and object, insisting good things are worth waiting for, but let me flip the script for a different perspective: would you like to stand in the pouring rain, waiting for somebody to open the door and let you in, or would you eventually stop ringing the doorbell and seek shelter elsewhere? Make up your mind before they do, and take action accordingly.

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Tickets (events, travel), hoodies, gym, weightlifting, pets, plants, rice and noodles, disney, old cartoons, expecting/checking for messages, sleepless nights, sweet scents, coconut, vinyls, denim jackets, Brokeback Mountain, redbull, espresso, hiking, foraging, cooking, silence, empty house or office, greyscale, hair ties/scrunchies, 8-bit games, metal, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Montenegro, the Maldives, Zimbabwe, either the state of Georgia or the country, Virgo/Cancer/Leo/Aquarius, 111/666/777/10/30, June/July/October.

#pac reading #energy reading #tarot reading #intuitive reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card reading #pac #love pac #love reading #soapy.post #tarotblr

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astarionapologist · 3 months

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Astarion×M!Tav plsplspls I can't find anything w/ M!Tavs anywhere I'm gay and going insane helllllp

Oh boy oh boy did I hopefully deliver with this (praying I did LMAO)

Prompt: Fluff with Astarion and His majesty (little cat in The Last Nights Inn) and some smut in the l middle (OoHh tav has a spicy dream and both tav’s and Astarion’s tadpol’s connect wink wink)

Warnings: Cursing, smut, anal, and other sex related things such as preparation

Midnight Revelations at The Last Knights Inn (Astarion x M! tav)

You and your team have finally made it to The Last Knights Inn, you were all currently unpacking for the night setting up your bed rolls in a spare room Jaheira welcomed you too.

You sat down with a sigh as you finally let your exhausted body relax underneath the moist yet soft bed. It was at least better than sleeping on the earth swallowed completely with The Shadow Curse you thought. You looked upwards and saw the pale elf scratching behind the ears of His Majesty himself! Which of course is the resident king of the land living off warm milk and a soft bed to keep his whiskers warm and safe despite living in darkness. Asterion engaged in playful banter with the cat, his words so soft they seemed almost to form a conversation, as if he could truly understand its feline language. Curious, you stepped forward.

"You seem to be having quite a good time," you observe, a hint of amusement in your voice.

"Well, indeed, my dear," he replied with a hint of affection, gently scooping up the warm, contented feline. "It's quite difficult not to revel in the company of such a peculiar yet utterly captivating companion."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were actually holding a conversation with him," you quipped, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

He scoffed at your attempt to tease him. "Heaven, forbid I find good conversation elsewhere! Goodness knows I can't seem to find it among any of you," he retorted, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled, "Oh, come on, you know I'm all the conversation you'd ever need, anyway."

"Oh? Is that what you believe?" His captivating smile served as a lure, drawing you in. "A man with my appetites would require far more," he said coyly, his gaze holding yours with an enticing intensity.

You clicked your tongue in mock disappointment. "Ah, what a shame," you remarked sarcastically, "and here I thought we were getting along famously... quite the pity."

"Oh, my dear! Have I truly started to rub off on you that much?" he exclaimed with a touch of amusement. "You sound so much like me~ I'm delighted to see you've at least learned from the best."

"But of course!" you exclaimed, a playful glint in your eyes. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to flirt with someone as adorable as you." You reached out to pet the cat, only to be met with a loud hiss as it quickly scampered out of Astarion's arms.

He sighed in disappointment, shaking his head lightly. "You scared the poor kitty off... seems your charms aren't as potent as you believe. Perhaps you didn't learn from me" he teased, punctuating his remark with one of his signature chuckles.

"Oops... My apologies for scaring him off... Didn't realize he hated me that much," you said sheepishly, a giggle escaping as you recalled the image of the cat's irritated expression when you attempted to scratch the same spot Astarion had carefully tended to.

"It's quite alright, handsome~" he remarked, a playful twinkle in his eye. "If you wanted my attention, you could have just said something~ No need to scare off the competition," he added with a teasing grin.

You gave him a small peck on the cheek, a fond smile playing on your lips. "You're a riot," you remarked, rolling your eyes affectionately.

"Among many other things," he replied with a smirk, his hand finding your waist and pulling you closer into a deeper kiss.

"Oh, please, contain yourself," you chuckled, gently pushing him away. "Let's just take a breather, shall we? The last thing we need is to expend more energy on... certain activities."

"Oh, you're such a killjoy, darling~" he teased, a playful pout forming on his lips. "But if that's what you want, I'll comply, I suppose," he added with a mischievous grin.

You scoff yet again and finally prepare yourself for bed, you lay in your bed, roll onto the bed (I would not trust them crusty ass prehistoric sheets) and quietly retire for the night.

As sleep enveloped you, you finally found solace, allowing yourself the indulgence of dreaming about him – your cunning and seductive lover. In your dreams, there was nothing but the desire to whisk him away to a serene and secluded place, where you could openly express your true feelings for him. You yearned to reveal how deeply your body and heart longed for him, how every fiber of your being craved his presence in every way possible. In truth you loved him and wanted nothing more than to take him and become with him when he was ready, when he was ready to connect with your body and soul.

(Nsfw part here)

You shamelessly still revealed the sensation of his perfect body beneath yours, imagining the softness and plushness of his form beneath your touch….

After kissing his beautiful, red lips, you gently lay him down, his hunger sated from feeding on your neck. You could taste the iron on your tongue as he pressed his own into yours, his warmth radiating from his body, fueled by the blood he had taken from you.

How he would gasp as you pumped yourself getting ready to enter his needy body. How you would very carefully prepare his body by placing one finger at a time in his puckering ass to prepare him for you. When he was ready you carefully pumped his aching hard cock as you rubbed the tip of your cock on the outside of his ass. Finally, as you entered him you would gently hold his face as your thrust moved from painfully slow to now dramatic and full of yearning. How you wished to do nothing more than to speak nothing but praise into his ear as he took you in so well and easy… Just as you felt the pressure in your abdomen ready to contract and fill him full of your seed… you feel a familiar hand on your chest… however this time it wasn’t in your dream, instead you opened your eyes to see a slightly red Astarion looking down at you with lust in his eyes.

(nsfw part end here!)

“Darling… had I known you felt this way... I would have told you sooner..” He whispered close to your ears.

"Fuck—what do you mean... 'know how I felt this way'?" you whispered fiercely into his ear, your voice tinged with confusion and frustration. "What in the hells are you talking about?"

“Well, Handsome, it appears our charming guests have keenly picked up on your yearning for me and subconsciously connected with each other” he remarked with a playful grin.

"But fret not, my love. I don't mind at all. While I may not be fully prepared for something as intense just yet, the way they seamlessly connected, mirroring your feelings towards me—it's truly something special. Darling, I'm more than grateful to have you by my side," he said softly, planting a tender kiss upon your forehead.

“I… I don’t know what to say… I’m mortified for one… but still please know that this doesn't mean you should rush into anything and-” Before you could finish, he was already shushing you.

"Yes, my darling, I understand, and I appreciate your respect for my boundaries. But I must admit, that dream was utterly delightful... And if you'd indulge me, perhaps we could explore those depths together," he confessed, a faint blush tinting his cheeks with vulnerability.

"Of course, darling. I'm here for you, ready to explore, experiment, and support you in every way you need," you replied with a warm smile.

"I'm truly fortunate to have you," he acknowledged, "but perhaps we can save that exploration for another time... If it's not too much to ask, may I sleep next to you tonight instead?"

You chuckled softly as you unrolled your bedroll, creating ample space for Astarion to snugly fit beside you. He nestled his head into the crook of your chest, finding comfort in your presence as he drifted into a peaceful and sound sleep for the night.

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starsomens · 4 months

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Noah and his not so gamer girl imagine cause I'm bored and have a bunch of ideas to share with the world. hey Siri, play Video Games by Lana Del Rey.

you're not the type to spend free time playing video games. it's just not exactly your form of escapism, you prefer listening to music, dancing, watching movies and tv shows, cooking, even crying your heart out over tiktok videos with cute puppies, basically anything. but playing games? not really. and it's not because you suck at it, nah, absolutely not. or is it?

but Noah loves video games and sometimes you're in a mood to share his passion despite the lack of fast reaction, coordination or even gaming experience. it doesn't matter. more so, this is the only time being really bad at something benefits you.

this is his chance to be your knight in shining armour and he gladly takes the opportunty. he's gonna carry you the whole match/round/level/quest/whatever that is if you're struggling without making you feel useless. oh, you can't progress through that one hideous quidditch match in an old Harry Potter game? don't worry honey, he's gonna take care of that while you can sit beside him with you cup of hot chocolate and chill.

actually, this level is worse than he thought, so you sit there for half an hour watching him cursing the game, the broom, the whole existence of the world and it's the funniest thing ever. streamer Noah was and still is your favorite era of his and now you have an exclusive access to it irl.

remember Among Us? this may be the only game you're good at. not just good - excellent, you're a pro mind gamer. whenever you get the imposter role you make sure to either kill Noah first just to mess with him while he's screaming 'I knew it' down the hall or to keep him alive til the very end acting soooo very innocent that it blows his mind to find out it was you all along.

Noah, however, is still in his knight arc so he keeps you alive because he just can't do it to you. that makes him lose all the time because everone knows if you're still running around it's him not being able to kill you again. or when he's a crewmate and gets killed, his little ghost follows you everywhere you go as your little guardian angel. it's sweet but he could be a bit more helpful in his afterlife doing the tasks to help you win sooner though.

you have this love-hate relationship with horror games. you're intrigued and scared as fuck at the same time. Noah is not there to make it any easier for you. he loves to jumpscare you out of the sudden. he swears he's not gonna do it again and still proceeds to scare you one more time when you're fully relaxed and least expect it just to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs. once you got so scared you threw your controller across the room and broke it. he promised to stop doing this shit. of course he lied. this bish!

he's so unserious when you two boot up The Sims. his character never looks like him, he creates the ugliest mf with the weirdest clothing choices and insists to romance your character because who else? then, when you get to make your sim and spend like three hours on it, he patiently waits and says it's cute but not as beautiful as you are even if it's an actual virtual goddess on your screen. then you two sit there and plan how your sims are gonna live and somehow it always ends up with planning your actual real life together - the cabin, the dog, the kids and their names, all this lovely stuff.

ANON AGAIN???? Girl I had a long work day and this honestly helped me to unwind THANK YOU I NEED TO SEND YOU FOREHEAD KISSES. HOW DO I SEND SOME THROUGH THE SCREEN????

#bad omens #noah sebastian #star’s anons✨#bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band

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topbanana-art · 6 months

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Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

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Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

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I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

#gees ocs #oc info #oc art #my ocs #bg3 tav #ffxiv warrior of light #dnd character #sketchbook #my characters #art

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multifandomenjoyerr · 11 months

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🕷️ Miles Morales As a Caregiver (Into the spider verse)

🎀 : A/N , He's my comfort fr 😭 he's my favorite spiderman, I'm not sorry (might make a pravitr agere hc post ? 👀 ✨)

🎀 : Edit , I saw the first movie for the first time in a few years, so I updated a few things to make it a little more accurate to Miles himself. So, enjoy!

⚠️ : TW/Mentions : spiders, petnames, physical touch, overprotection mention

🕷️ : When you told him you were an age regressor he would reply rather calmly and chill. Something maybe along the lines of: "oh cool!:) I'm glad you told me”

🕷️ : he doesn't know what age regression meant.

🕷️ : "I know what age regression is.. buut can you explain it to me again?":}"

🕷️ : once you actually explained it to him he might have made a small "awh"

🕷️ : BIG BROTHER CAREGIVER 100%

☕ : he won't admit it but he can be overprotective of you at times.

☕ : he doesn't let you cross the street on your own if you regress under 10. So he mostly holds your hand in public

🕷️ : “Cmon bubba, hold my hand for me, okay?”

🎒 : remember when I mention he can be overprotective? Yeah. Baby carrier 90% of the time. Though he tries to avoid it if you don't like it or don't use it alot

🎒 : though, he WILL use a baby carrier if he took you out on a 'mission'. He just cant really carry you while in the air, and he doesn't want you to fall.

☕ : if you don't like heights he'll literally just run on the ground. He doesn't like scaring you, so he'd just do his spiderman jobs on the ground if he can help it.

🍼 : he loves to play games with you. Wether that be virtual games like Minecraft, or physical games like hide and seek or tag. If it's a physical game, he would play "peek a boo" with you

🍼 : "where did Miles go..? There he is!” *He takes his hands off his eyes*

☀️ : Gwen literally adores you. She loves playing pretend with you, and will drag miles into her shenanigans. If you like dress up, she'd usually play knights and dragons.

🎧 : if you're noise sensitive, he'd make sure to keep his music down or personally buy noise canceling headphones (he designed it himself)

☁️ : If you stim, he stims too. He has a swaying stim, a dancing stim and a leg tap stim. change my mind

💤 : not a super strict caregiver, but you have a bedtime. He can usually be convinced for a longer bedtime schedule for that night with some puppy eyes

💤 : he lives for physical affection. He loves to have you sit in his lap or keep his arm around your shoulder. He was awkward at first when it came to physical affection, but came around rather quickly

🖍️ : if you like to draw he'll let you draw in his notebooks. He'd always end up putting them up on his walls. Ganke thinks it's a nice change of colour

🖍️ : the only person he trusts to babysit you is Ganke. Ganke is one of the most chilled babysitters out there. Semi-verbal caregiver but usually gives you things you might need and letting you do your thing

🖍️ : if grown close overtime, Ganke would Share his comic books with you

🎨 : Miles might've took you to spray paint a wall that one time—

🧃 : his usual petnames/nicknames are between "bubba/bud/little one/prince(ess)"

🕷️ : I headcanon he has a pet jumping spider named "Charlotte" (Charlotte's web reference heh)

🕷️ : if you don't like spiders, he usually doesn't let Charlotte out when you're at his apartment

☁️ Small fic time:D! ☁️

Miles held your hand gently, with a hint of firmness and protection with it. You regressed during school about 2/3 through it and he found out about it. You felt embarrassed since this was the second time this week, but truthfully he didn't really mind. In fact it just made his 'big brother' side come out more. He smiled gently, nudging your shoulder slightly with his. trying to gain your attention as you spaced out. "You okay there, bubba? You seem to be more spaced out than usual.. are you okay?" He seemed to be concerned for you. But kept a gentle tone for you, so he wouldn't scare you accidentally. You shook your head, pouting your lip slightly. You raised your arms up, doing the small Grabby hands to catch his full attention. And unsurprisingly it worked pretty well. He stopped walking and turned to you. "Yeah? You want me to pick you up, little one?” he asked, tilting head slowly before his small neutral smile turned into a goofy grin. "Aw, well, alright then.. c'mon bud” he smiled, picking you up without a struggle. He rested you carefully on his shoulders before walking again.

#endos dni #sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #fandom agere #headcanon #Miles morales #into the spider verse #Into the spiderverse agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little stuff #ILOVETHISMOVIE

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vellichxrr6782 · 2 years

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— dancing with our hands tied.

character[s] — diluc ragnvindr. theme & genre — sort of enemies to lovers? ballroom dancing/waltz, fatui harbinger! reader. cw/tw — grumpy diluc, flirty reader word count — 1916 words. a/n — i realised i suck at writing enemies to lovers so ill stick to angst and major character death after this <3 title is from dancing w our hands tied by taylor loml

"i'm surprised, master diluc, you're quite peaceful from what i've seen. my comrades make you out to be an absolute devil." you commented, "it's such an honour to be in your presence."

"oh, trust me, if people weren't watching right now, i would break all the bones in your body."

"how very charming of you, master diluc."

diluc had no clue how a goddamn fatui harbinger snuck into his banquet. he was holding a party for the winery's opening anniversary, and all concerned people were invited.

everyone, except, of course, fatui. so how you, the 12th harbinger invited themselves gleefully to the party, was enough to piss diluc off.

of course, this wasn't his first time meeting you. he'd met you when he was a bit younger, a few months after his father's death. diluc was clearing out a fatui camp near dragonspine, and much to his surprise, a fatui harbinger was actually leading the group.

so the harbingers actually worked? what a shocker. you and him quarrelled a little, and even fought. diluc had fought many fatuus, and you were not as strong as your other harbinger colleagues, but you were still a formidable opponent. if he was to be completely honest with himself, he didn't hate your company, but he didn't like it either. still, diluc left it at that, and thought it was your last meeting with him.

if he knew you would show up to his banquet after years, dressed in fancy clothes, in stark contrast to your usual battlewear, and walking up to him to dance? he wouldn't have believed it.

he was holding a party for the winery's opening anniversary, and all concerned people were invited.

everyone, except, of course, fatui. so how you, the 12th harbinger invited themselves gleefully to the party, was enough to piss diluc off.

he'd heard wind of how a harbinger was in mondstadt, who came to sort something out with the goth grand hotel. the knights were wary, all aware of the fatui's antics, but still indebted to them due to the incident with ursa the drake.

diluc, however, didn't give a shit. indebted or not, he didn't care. you were a harbinger, and therefore his enemy. and even if diluc decided to be fair and give you a chance (which wouldn't happen, hopefully), you were making it really difficult for diluc to not find you intolerable.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, a wry smile spreading across your face as you observed the distaste on his. your feet moved with his in sync, although you had to admit, you were struggling a little to catch up to him. "master diluc, slow down a little," you chuckled, annoyance obvious in your tone.

"stop calling me that, it sounds more like an insult rather than a respectful title from your lips." diluc frowned, furrowing his brows in vexation.

"i'm afraid i don't know what you're talking about, master diluc." you replied in an innocent tone, and diluc rolled his eyes in response.

his grip on your waist tightened as he gently spun you around the ballroom, his calm, calculated movements turning into fierce and annoyed stomps of his feet.

"my, you seem to be irritated. whatever's the matter?" you raised a brow, smirking. diluc swore he felt his blood boil. you internally winced at his hand tightening against yours, but didn't let it show.

"i'm sure you're well aware, l/n. drop the innocent act before i drop-kick you."

gods, you would've actually been scared right now if it wasn't for two things. one, you're a harbinger. it's pretty normal for you to get threats like this, so you get used to it. two, diluc looks like a grumpy kitten. you couldn't possibly take that seriously. he'd changed since you'd last seen him all those years back. he was a young boy, driven by his fury and emotions. now he was much more dignified, but still had the same temper, it seemed.

whispers of 'my, master diluc and that mysterious person look so cute together!' echoed through the room, and diluc swore he'd never wanted to commit murder more in his entire life.

"well, it seems we can't start fighting here, now can we?" you grinned, "so just follow my lead, and let it be. i'm not your enemy in this moment."

"then what am i supposed to treat you as?" diluc grit his teeth, but he knew you were right. he couldn't cause an uproar here, not when everyone was watching.

you leaned in close, your lips brushing past diluc's neck gently, your breath warm as you whispered.

"treat me like a lover, ragnvindr."

the violins sung an intense tune, the rhythm of people moving around grew faster. the trombone blew an elegant symphony, fitting the graceful atmosphere.

the cold look in diluc's eyes softened, as he sighed. his movements filled with anger slowly melted into a graceful dance alongside the melody of the orchestra.

his fingers interlocked in yours, arms wrapped around your waist. "you think this is a game, don't you, l/n?" diluc smirked, his voice firm as it sent shivers down your spin, and your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden change in demeanour. "let's play, then."

the music sped up, the chatter of people drowned as the spotlight focused only on you and him. it was all that mattered. your breaths were in sync with his, hair flowing in the wind as diluc spun you across the ballroom floor. the maestro flicked his baton from one group to another, tapping of feet on the marble floors of the manor resounding in the air.

moonlight flowed into the room, illuminating the floor with a shade of silver. your heart was racing, being so close to someone your colleagues deemed an enemy. but to you, he wasn't an enemy.

diluc was so close to your face, you could see each soft feature of his, glowing under the warmth of the lights. his lips were beautifully soft, untouched by anyone else, and it only made them more desirable. his gaze burned like a passionate fire, and even though it made adrenaline rush through your veins, you wished it would last forever.

god. diluc hated this feeling. was it because it was unfamiliar, or because it was wrong? then again, what was he supposed to do? it was impossible to ignore and irresistable to the point where diluc didn't care. screw the consequences, he thought, hesitating.

why would you have come to the party, and chosen to dance with only diluc, if you didn't want something from him? maybe if you and him were in different situations, where you weren't someone he'd deemed an enemy, in a world where you were just a normal person, would he have felt differently about you? would he have embraced whatever warmth from you that he was denying?

he hated the way you made him feel. confused, conflicted, and angry. it was as if something was telling him not to cross his lines, but what was he to do when you'd been crossing them for him?

in this close proximity, all eyes on you both as you danced across the ballroom, he was sure everyone thought you both had something going on between each other.

how was he supposed to hate you? well, till then, he'd just hate the way you made him feel.

you laughed shakily, "hah, you're surprisingly good at dancing.." a blush covered your cheeks as you realised you should stop complimenting him.

"you're not too bad yourself." diluc replied, closing his eyes momentarily as he stepped towards his right, then left. "you look breathless, though. something on your mind?"

you quickly replied no, perhaps too quickly, and you looked away. all that cockiness and attitude of yours melted away, much to diluc's joy. you were now a little embarrassed, considering he was actually pretty good at dancing and your heart was fluttering from how close he was to you.

and for the finale, diluc gently bent you down, his chest so close to yours where you could hear every beat of his heart, and let it imprint in the deepest parts of your mind.

the orchestra stopped all of a sudden, and so did you and diluc. the people applauded, and resumed their chattering.

you breathed in and out heavily, looking down at the ground. diluc composed himself quickly, his hands still placed on your waist, as if he couldn't let go. his lips were almost touching yours, and you swore diluc's gaze flickered to them for a mere second, as if he were thinking about doing something, but couldn't.

"well, that was... something." you muttered, a deep blush tinting your cheeks.

what would your comrades say when they found out, you had danced with the devil? well, it didn't really matter to you anyway. the harbingers did betrayal best. you were simply following whatever unspoken code of conduct they had set for you.

"now, where's that smug smirk of yours?" diluc had a soft smile on his face as if he'd won. "anything else you want to say?"

"didn't think you could be such a romantic, diluc." you grinned, "are you sure your display of affection was just a bluff, or are you truly in love with me?" you joked, not expecting a serious response from him.

"and if i said i wasn't bluffing?" diluc adjusted his gloves, raising his brows, "what if i am truly in love with you?"

"i...um, what?" you gaped, eyes widening like saucers. "you're not serious, right?"

diluc held back a laugh, "you should've seen your expression in the mirror."

you massaged your forehead, "haha, very funny. i'm sure you can think of better jokes, diluc. i believe in you."

"what an honour to have you believe in me." he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction. "it'll take a lot more than a dance to get me to even consider you a friend."

"my, and if i'm thinking about completely skipping over the friendship stage and straight to lovers?" you tilted your head, and diluc simply shrugged.

"you'd be delusional then."

"hah, was that a fatui pun?" "a what?" "never mind."

"well, if you'll excuse me, i have other guests to attend to." diluc bowed slightly. "you may ask adelinde to escort you straight out the door."

diluc wouldn't be lying if he said something was stopping him from leaving. still, he didn't want to let his newfound emotions get the better of his rationality.

"what a shame, i really wanted to take up more of your time." you frowned, raising your voice so he could hear you, "must you leave your beloved so soon?"

diluc didn't respond, instead choosing to look daggers at you. he whispered after a few seconds, "people will think we're lovers, l/n. please mind the way you speak."

oh, so he didn't want people to think you both were lovers, huh? well, after that passionate dance, you didn't think anyone had a doubt. but seemingly, they still were clueless.

well, wouldn't it be good to clear things up for them?

you approached him, taking off his glove from his right hand. diluc froze, "just what are you doing, y/n-?!"

you closed your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. a furious blush rose to his cheeks, eyes widening. you smirked while looking up at him, your voice low.

"till we meet again, diluc ragnvindr."

published on; 21st september, 2022 writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.

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I was tagged by the delightful @miraakulous-cloud-district to share different lines from my fanfic, I Didn't Know You Were Keeping Count. I'm long-winded, so you get paragraphs instead! Isn't that fun?

Warning for, well, Bishop.

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

An exchange between Leara and Bishop in Chapter IV: Lark, continued, because Leara slays. I didn't realize how good some of my dialogue is until I read this passage.

“What’s the thread and needle for?” Bishop asked as Leara began to count out the correct number of septims. “Are you going to darn my socks?”

“Darn them yourself,” Leara sneered as she packed her purchases into her bag. “This is in case someone rips you a new one and I have to stuff your guts back inside you and sew you together.”

Behind the counter, the clerk snorted. Bishop scowled at her, and the girl’s ears turned red. He faced Leara, who made no effort to hide the amusement on her pale golden face. “Laugh now, sweetness, but we’ll see whose getting stuffed later.”

“No one, if you miss another rabbit and we have to go hungry again,” she wagged her fingers at him, dancing around his innuendo. “Now, quit scaring the shop girl.”

A line from your fic that makes you sad

In Chapter III: Hawk, Leara is recognized as the Dragonborn, and yet she struggles to believe she's worthy of it. This self-doubt follows her through subsequent chapters. This is when I really start to explore how Leara feels about being Dragonborn.

Her soul felt heavy, too. After laying the ghost of General Talos’ sword brother to rest, a melancholy pain filled her that was completely apart from the heartache borne from Sky Haven Temple and Delphine’s jaded words. The younger Blade didn’t acknowledge her as a Knight-Sister and had little faith in Leara’s ability to walk the destined path of the Dragonborn. With the fate of the world on her shoulders, Leara doubted her own abilities too. No one knew more than a Blade what being Dragonborn meant. Their order spent centuries guarding the Dragonborn Emperors and over a hundred years after the death of Martin Septim watching for the next Dragonborn. No, Leara knew what being Dragonborn meant and how utterly she fell short.

After all, how could a traitor to the Blades ever fulfill the role of the one the Blades were sworn to protect above all others?

A line from your fic you're proud of

That time in Chapter VI that Leara used rune magic to destroy a dwarven centurion is *chef's kiss* 💕 Literally an idea that I'm crazy about! I wrote it at like, five am, because early morning writing is the actual best!

Oil stained her bare forefinger as she traced runes across the chest plate of the fallen machine. Under the distant glow of the dwarven lights, the black stood dark and deep against the dull golden finish of the automaton’s armor.

Then Leara led Karnwyr across the dais to the shadows cast by the surrounding towers. Once there, she threw a rock back at the fallen automaton.

It clattered loud and clear against the bronze haul. Its living twin turned from its search near the stair to investigate. Leara held her breath as it thundered toward her trap. And then it was standing over the broken machine, blindly searching.

Flames pooled across her palm, kissing her skin. Leara hurled the spell.

At the swish of flying fire, the automaton turned its helmet. In that instant, the flames connected with the oily runes crisscrossing the broken machine.

Blinding white. A loud boom! resounded throughout the cavern. Her eyes squeezed shut, Leara covered Karnwyr’s face with her cloak as a wave of intense heat rolled toward them. In defense, she held an icy ward around them, depending on the old Cyrodilic dome style to shield them on all sides. She spared only half a thought to Bishop as the inferno died down in the melted ruins of the two Dwemer machines. If he was as smart as he claimed to be, he’d have found a good hiding place.

A line for your fic you think could have been better

In Chapter VII: Sparrow, after Leara's fight with Alduin, Arngeir relays what Paarthurnax had to say about the battle. I don't know. Reading over the other lines of dialogue I write and my descriptions, this paragraph feels really weak.

He patted her hand again, gently. Still, the frostbitten skin tingled and pinched beneath the layers of linen wrap. “We can discuss that when you are well again. For now, you must rest. As Paarthurnax told it, you bathed in Alduin’s blood and formed for yourself a shell of ice before flying through the air.”

Leara sank back into her pillows, eyes shut. “Yeah, that, that sounds right.”

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

Honestly, the first time Bishop hurts Leara. Not that far in Chapter I: Rat. It's not the worst that he does her, but this is the moment Leara should've noped out . . . and didn't. Kinda sets the tone for a lot of Bishop's behavior throughout the fic.

The golden smile on Leara’s face wavered once they were clear of the gate and its guards. It slipped away entirely when Bishop dragged her into an alley and thrust her against a wall. Wooden planks dug awkwardly into the backplate of her silver armor, but she remained still. She inhaled, the beginnings of Unrelenting Force stirring into a gale in her mouth when his hand pressed into her windpipe.

No.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” he hissed, looming over her face. “Do you not understand what corrupt guards like that do to beautiful women like you? They’ll use you once and then expect favors any time you come through town!”

“Get – off – me . . .”

“Stupid woman,” Bishop growled. Nonetheless, he backed off her.

Leara gasped, her knees threatening to buckle as she took in air. “I can’t believe you’d just let them hustle you liked that!” he growled.

Leara coughed. By Akatosh. “Hustle me? They didn’t hustle me! I bribed them to keep them from turning you into a pincushion!”

“Oh, was that what that was?” Bishop lifted a skeptical eyebrow. “Next time, sweetness, let me handle the guards.” With that, he turned and walked away toward the other end of the alleyway. Without missing a beat, he called back over his shoulder, “Next time you want to play rough, try and give a man a warning, all right? I want an equal share of the fun, after all.”

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

In Chapter III: Hawk, Leara despairs of ever learning Dragonrend and receives some good old fashioned Dragon Dad Comfort™. It's one of the cutest images that has ever sprumg from my mind! ✨

Sagging back against the Word Wall, Leara felt as if the entire mountain threatened to fall and bury her in its rubble, throwing her so deep she’d never be able to claw her way back into the light. Divines help her, was every lead going to become a dead end? “I thought,” she began, her voice betraying her exhaustion. “I thought you knew every Shout. You’re a dragon!” She squeezed her eyes closed.

Warm air puffed into her face. Leara cracked open an eye to see Paarhturnax’s head craned down at her level, upside down. His intact horn was just inches from the snow as he looked her in the eye. Leara blinked back tears she didn’t know had formed, rubbing at her face with the soft padding of her gloves.

“Dreh ni krosein, Dovahkiin. Do not weep,” he said, puffing another breath of air against her face. She blinked at him, the tears prickled at the corners of her eyes banished by the gentle gust.

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

In Chapter II: Raven, Leara learns what Delphine really thinks of the Greybeards, and reflects. Sometimes I wish Leara could turn to Delphine and tell her to shut up and let the grown-ups talk, but alas. Character assessment can be symbolic, non?

Leara stared at her as if she’d suddenly grown horns and started ramming her head into the wall like a dumb goat. Is that what she thought of the Greybeards’ philosophy? A responsibility to use power wisely and respect the natural balance of the world was reduced to petty isolationism and fear. She could almost see the little Breton, head too small for the Blade’s helmet she wore like a crown, begging the Grandmaster to deploy her to Summerset. Heedless of the danger and finesse involved in such a mission. The woman in front of her had grown into the skin of one used to hiding, but still lacked the insight and tact necessary to find a path back into the sun. Distrust made Delphine bitter, and Leara pitied her.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

I have lots of little references and Easter eggs in this fic. Some from Star Wars, an obvious Taylor Swift song reference, the Wizard of Oz, even! But this is one of my very favorites. From Chapter VII: Sparrow, because dragons and mountains remind me of The Hobbit, and The Hobbit is my favorite book. Like, ever.

Thunder rumbled and with it, the smoke hazing the world thickened, pressing down from the sky like a choking wave. The three turned. Leara could not. But she heard the coming just the same. A noise like a hurricane coming out of the east. The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked on the hot, dry wind. It was the World-Eater. Alduin was coming.

A line from your fic that's shocking

That time in Chapter VI: Salmon that Bishop did not, in fact, die like Leara thought he did. How discourteous of him. At the time, I was going for total shock and surprise value even though I was sure everyone knew Bishop couldn't die. Yet.

With careful, trembling hands, Leara extracted the Elder Scroll. Holding it to her chest, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then began to laugh. And then she began to sob. She’d done it! She actually found the Elder Scroll!

“Tears, darling? And to think, I’d thought you left me behind.”

Leara’s arms grew rigid around the Elder Scroll. Slowly, oh so slowly she turned around.

Standing with his back against the wall where the upper and lower ramps met beside the oculory, was Bishop. A little worse for wear, with a hole in the dark leather of his armor just below his right shoulder and a black bruise along the left side of his face, was Bishop.

At Leara’s open-mouthed shock, he smirked. Pushing off the wall, he sauntered toward her, a swagger in his step. “Did you miss me?” he said, coming to a halt in front of her.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

In Chapter V: Moth, Leara sees the Arcanaeum for the first time and unleashes a bit of her inner nerd. I was inspired by a couple of different College of Winterhold overhaul mods, the names of which I can't recall. But like, I love love love the scenes that take place in the Arcanaeum!

The Arcanaeum was massive. The library took up two floors within the tower, the second accessible by two spiral staircases corkscrewing upward from the ends of the stone partitions cradling the center of the room. There were books everywhere, far more than the library of Cloud Ruler Temple held in the years before the Great War; many of the bookcases were locked, doors paned with enchanted malachite that promised nasty repercussions to anyone foolish enough to try getting in without the proper wards. Leara could smell the guardian runes like Wormwood and Bergamot, tempting and poisonous. Other bookcases were open, lined with neat rows of ancient leather tomes, bound in secrets and protective magics. The sheer amount of knowledge and magicka pulsing through the air brought the library to life. Leara knew she could spend a lifetime in the Arcanaeum, and even the centuries of a mongrel Altmer wouldn’t be enough to learn everything hidden in this place!

“Wow, you haven’t looked that taken with something since I – woah!”

A laugh burst from Leara as Bishop flailed backward, only just avoiding a collision course with a flock of books. They ruffled their pages at him, like a bird would its tailfeathers, before springing off, flying to the bookcases lining the second level.

“That wasn’t funny,” Bishop grunted, brushing off his dark leathers.

“Whatever you say.” Leara met Karnwyr’s gaze, and she shared an amused grin with the wolf.

Small tables were scattered around the perimeter of the room, each studded with haphazard stacks of books and lit by bright candles of white gold mage fire. The center of the library was dominated by a long table, settled under a trailing chandelier sparkling with the same mage fire held by the candles; studded on the chandelier, the lights illuminated the room with the vividity of a constellation. Then Leara gasped. It was a constellation! The Mage’s form reflected by the chandelier, bestowing the knowledge of the arcane on its students!

I don't know who to tag for this, hm, @blossom-adventures @oblivions-dawn @singleteapot @crysdrawsthings @elder-dragon-reposes and anyone else who wants to fill it!

#i didn't know you were keeping count #tag game #mod post #oc: leara roseblade #last dragonborn #dovahkiin #bishop #paarthurnax #delphine #master arngeir #college of winterhold #alduin the world eater #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim

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Here’s an idea that’s been bouncing in my head for some time!

A prince and princess are soon to be married to unite the two kingdoms. The prince’s knight and the princess’s knights don’t seem to be getting along. For now <3

Knight x Knight slow burn

OoOoOoH! This is a cute idea. I'll need to make this at least a two parter seeing as it's slow burn. I decided to give the characters names, seeing as it probably would've been difficult to tell the knights apart. Gray (Grayson) is the princess's knight and Bale is the prince's knight. Anyways, I hope you like this first part anon!

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"...Your future wife, Princess Natalia." The King called, signally for his princess to enter the room as he introduced her to Prince Adrian. Grayson walked beside Natalia; their arms linked. She was looking anywhere but the people ahead of her, including her future husband. "Oh Gray, I'm so nervous. Do you think he'll be nice?" She whispered, quickly looking to her knight. "He had better be. Now look ahead princess. Like your mother said, first impressions are important. You cannot appear as scared as you are feeling." He instructed. "Right." As soon as her eyes landed on Adrian her demeanor changed. She had practically melted, and Gray could see that. "Oh god. He's so handsome." She had this dopey smile on her face. At least the princess thought her husband-to-be was attractive. Across the room, Adrain grinned at her, with similar look in his eyes. He thought she was beautiful as well. As he should. Gray thought to himself. Beside the prince was another knight. He appeared to be judging the princess and Grayson. The pair finally reached the group of waiting people and Grayson let go of Natalia's arm backing away slightly. "Hello, princess." Adrian said, gently kissing her hand. "Hello." She replied.

The ball had begun. Natalia and Adrian were the center of attention as they danced together. It was definitely a case of instant attraction. Possibly "love at first sight". Grayson rolled his eyes at the thought. At least this could ease the first part of their engagement. "I'm Bale. So, what is your princess like?" The prince's knight was now standing beside Gray. "When did you- Never mind. Natalia is a wonderful lady. She shall may a great queen." "Really? You don't have to lie to me. I know that some knights don't actually like their ward and your princess, yeesh." Bale says. Grayson instantly becomes defensive. "What would you know?! You've never even talked to her." Bale raises his arms, as if they would protect him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I was just saying, she seems a little bit snobbish." Grayson gritted his teeth together.

Luckily for Grayson, Bale had quickly been called away to assist in some other duties. The ball was now over, and he hadn't seen the other knight at all. A blessing. Natalia sighed happily as she flopped backwards onto her bed. "He's so nice." "Bale?" Grayson questioned. "The prince's knight? No. I was talking about Adrian." "Ah. I'm glad you think so then." "Although, I did hear good things about him." "From whom?" "The prince, of course. The two grew up together you know. Just like we did." Grayson smiled at the memories of the two when they were younger. Natalia, teaching him how to dance. The two, climbing trees together, even though the princess most certainly was not supposed to. They had a good childhood together. "I believe you and Bale will get along well." "I doubt that your majesty." "Why? Did something happen?" Natalia asked. "Nothing of importance madam." She hummed. "Well, that's too bad for you, seeing as you will both be working closely together when Adrian and I are married." "Wonderful." Grayson sarcastically responded.

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I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply to your ask. Originally, I had intended on making the other parts for this slow burn story before posting this, but I can't really think of what could happen next. If you've got any ideas of what could possibly happen next, please tell me. Otherwise the next parts will probably take a very long time to come out.

#knight x knight #mlm #achilean #hopeless romantic fantasy #slow burn #romance #royalty

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Scarlet Haired Scarlet ➻ Peter Pevensie —Prologue

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SUMMARY: Charlotte the Scarlet was sweet,

sure people looked at her differently than others that had appropriately proportioned clothing, but this is how she made her daily bread; yet there were still those that flared their nostrils while she hiked up her skirt, while they walked in their shoes.

Peter signed document after document, meeting after debate, after town hall speech after intense socializing, scheming ball, after this and that.

Reeling, he hide away deep in a cloak to lose hisself in his favorite guilty pleasure.

She was a scarlet.

He was the High King.

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LIMITED SERIES;

Completed on...

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In Black and Red

High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia and Emperor of the Lone Islands, tuned out the babel from the round table caused by his diligent King's men.

Peter slouched in the largest chair, eyes lingering out the window, where down below Edmund trained his knights, showing off his finest tricks now and then with a teasing squabble from Palace guards.

Peter set himself apart from his clamoring battle front, instead concentrated on the rattling above his head from Susan and her companions' graceful swan-like dancing.

And the clouds of warmth that hugged Peter from the kitchen down below, steaming out from Lucy's famous cookies.

Or her notoriously rancid mutli-layered cakes.

Peter couldn't tell, must be because of the unescapable stench of cigar smoke that inevitably drug Peter back in the middle of the debate on the war between the partners in literal crime, Telmar and Calormen.

"Finally, one of the assholes thought the other was an asshole." He thought invisibly amid the cloud of smoke and blaring mouth gunshots; no one turned, no one noticed, but Peter barely noticed anymore, and he doubted these people noticed each other's loud words.

Peter's eyes cascaded out the window.

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Scarlet laid un-sexily on the broken bed.

Empty eyes and scarred skin.

She couldn't move without the frame creaking, not that her client would hear it over their groans and shrieks, and the mattress so cheap and nonexistent that it just felt of the frame, not that they would feel it over her.

Power was an abstract, but very concrete crown chased by the coattails, or owned by her lingering clients, that never, ever came to be relieved beneath Scarlet.

She would think about it, wondering of it, as she laid below the performing perfection that "paid to take a break from playing God, and sin with a demonic bitch." She thought as the client pounded into one, rather weak, last time.

"Mm." Scarlet aggressively smacking her lips.

They narrowed their owns.

Rapidly, she turned her lips into a pout and moaned:

"Oh, oh yeah," The moans and fake orgasm turned the client's frown upside down.

"Everything's good. Work's good. I'm good." Scarlet reassured herself.

She watched them leave, such a dichotomy to when they arrive. When the clients arrived, they marched in, and stole her skimpy, unappetizing rags, all were desperately hungry.

Now they stole away, some with tiny trophies of her clothes, others only the life long memories.

"Eaten to eat," she comforted, heart slightly palpitating reminded of the rag donned muscles crushing the pique of that lord and that duke.

Thanes everywhere looked farther down than they probably should have, if these honorable thanes with such high connections are scared of the power of this good-for-nothing man, that almost unbelievably has shillings for this activity, should she be scared of the power that this man actually carries here and now over her?

Through the keyhole, she spied which woman he'd choose.

Seems he enjoyed her red tress and hollow dug eyes, and headed to her bare chamber.

Scarlet backed up from the door, and sunk into the mattress, awaiting the type of man she never catered to.

Was he mean? Did he like to spank? Hit? Bite harder than she would have liked? Was he searching for some kind of control in his unheard, impuissant world? She was only a sellable person.

Yet despite her worries, he came in just as strong.

Her eyes flickered to discreetly watch him as he silently took her hand, in unspoken of understanding, and asked.

His dark curls, almost black shimmered against the candle light.

Scarlet bobbed, trying an angle she'd see the man's face.

Shadows casted across his pale, sharp features accentuated his beautiful face.

Wait...

No wrinkles, no orders, no nothing!

"You're a boy!" Scarlet shrieked, ripping her arm from his loose, gentle grip.

Tall, muscular, well-dressed. Who was this boy?

"You need to go," she ordered. "go home."

"I'm sorry? I'll pay-" he began calmly, confidently.

If she didn't know better, she'd say he was older than he was.

"How old are you?"

He stumbled. "I'm seventeen."

"Exactly! That's why you're going home." Scarlet told. Where was this coming from? These orders?

"First of all, I didn't know you girls were such tops, and second, I'm plenty old."

"Your slang suggests otherwise. Get out." She said, firmly pointing out the door.

"Fine, fine, chill." He put his arms in surrender.

He made exit, and with one last look to Scarlet surveying his exit, he left the brothel.

Scarlet watched, before he shut the brothel's door, the bright light gleamed across a seal on the teen's mighty sword sheath, a great lion.

The Great Lion.

"Huh."

#artist #artistsupport #writing #fandom #art #peter pevensie #pevensie siblings #narnia #chronicles of narnia #romance #love #story #narnianfandom #charlotte #whataharlot

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norondor · 1 year

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I'm not sure it's possible to get a bingo with this card but pick any or all of Nearl/Siege/Horn and give me your Opinions

it IS possible to get a bingo! but you may not like me after this.

NEARL

Nearl is such a fucking chad. the first real events i got to do anything with when i started last year were the maria nearl rerun/pinus sylvestris/near light trilogy and holy shit. after being only mildly plussed by her in the intro chapters, nearl became a favorite almost immediately. I don't usually love super chivalrous knight type characters, they're fine, i have no particular bias towards them, but marge is a really well realized modern version of this trope that lands super well with all we see of kazimierz and its hellish culture. obviously as a huge lesbian i was immediately enchanted by her behavior in her event, the dance with liz melted my heart, the homoerotic light and darkness sword duel with viviana made me go insane, she's SO COOL dealing with the blood knight... i wasn't that into the kazimierz plot to start with but nearl (and flametail!) made it my second-favorite subplot in the game all on her own. red circle above is because i cannot tell, due to my somewhat insular choice of fan circles, whether the general fanon is that she's in a poly thing with the Followers or something stupider and more wrong than that; if that's the take, we have a bingo! If not, move that circle over to "everyone but me is wrong."

I know people don't like her staying in kazimierz, but if i can drop a hot take -- and i can, it's my fucking blog and you've chosen to be here, sucker -- i actually like the vibe in near light that you cannot just stride in and crush societal ills and overthrow Capital just like that. helping people is still meaningful; doing the work of dismantling oppression is meaningless without making sure people survive to do it in the first place. her decision comes from a place of altruism and care for the people of her homeland, not from a misguided belief that she can work from within to change the cops or whatever the fuck. i get with that; it's a different character motivation than i'm used to and i'm really for it. moving the decimal place still matters to the people who will survive because you did, and that's what nearl and the doctor are doing the whole time in near light.

SIEGE

I'm sorry. idk her at all. I've never pulled her, only used her once, and i haven't started episode 10 yet (SORRY) -- i expect this rating to change when i DO know more about her but right now i'm just scared they'll do some lame shit True King Returns plotline with her and somehow make act 2 worse than it started out. she's hotter than all fuck though.

HORN

Second blonde woman bingo! Anyway you can unfollow me now if you wanna.

I'm sorry to be so hard on her but again; having completed episode 9 but not yet started 10+ i despise her. my dear friend @deneviere put it well yesterday; they tried to make her the sympathetic authority figure in ep9 but she is, objectively, here to do some bootboy shit, so what she really is is a massive centrist. no, horn, i DIDN'T consider that trying to preserve a culture under threat of ethnocide could damage unity in the imperial core, because i'm not a fucking imperialist. shut the fuck up, you dumb dog.

It's entirely possible a lot of her bad writing is a symptom of ep9 just being a complete shitshow overall; her interactions with Hamilton Von Racist are incredibly fucking pointless for what actually goes down in them, and the ending after 9-19 was so cartoonishly stupid i couldn't even be angry (this is a lie). she's still very hot and stupid overpowered as an operator, but i'm leaving Horn at level 1 forever because i already have Ashlock leveled, and also i hate her. this rating is also subject to change but, uh, we'll see.

#arknights #i warned you. i tried to warn you.#i'm sorry to be mean IM STARTING EP10 TODAY

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viatagrinner · 2 years

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Gilbert von Obsidian. First Love.

Chapter 3. Premium.

Part 3/1

Gilbert: Miss Bunny, I caught up with you.

I turned around and saw Master Gilbert coming from afar and a servant who had been standing right behind me for some time, quickly leaving.

(It seems as if this person just hid something...)

Gilbert: Hmm, that's good, huh?

MC:... What's that?

Gilbert: If you haven't noticed, that's okay.

(...?)

Master Gilbert spread his hands, ignoring my bewilderment.

Gilbert: By the way, I'm tired of this party. Why don't we go home?

(Lies .... I'm really leaving.)

As the mansion leaves, only confusion is left in me.

МС: That...

Gilbert: You look like you're wondering what I'm up to after all.

MC:..Yes. Can you tell me?

Gilbert: I don't want to.

(...That's right).

Gilbert: You'll find out soon enough, though.

The words that followed were unexpected, and with a blink of an eye, the carriage shook loudly with the neighing of the horses.

MC: Eek?!

My body flies out of the chair, and Master Gilbert, who was sitting across from me, catches it.

MC: Sorry... Thank you.

Gilbert: You're welcome. But why don't you look in the window?

Part 3/2

Although his tone is gentle and encouraging, Gilbert actually takes me to the window with a strong hand.

(It's dark, I can't see much... I see some torchlight and hear some noise.)

If you look closely, you can see that the knights of the court who were escorting the carriages seem to have drawn their swords and are fighting with someone or something.

(This carriage is being attacked!)

As soon as I understood the situation, I turned to Gilbert-sama. The cheerful smile there was as usual.

Gilbert: Well, Miss Bunny. What do you think they're after?

(We're in the mountains, and often...)

MC: What about the money?

It is not uncommon for bandits to attack noblemen's carriages in search of gold. Master Gilbert, however, shook his head loosely.

Gilbert: Revenge, to me.

MC: Revenge..?

Gilbert: Hey, you're from Rhodolite and you don't know? What happened to this country 10 years ago?

(...It was the day of the Blood Rose)

Ten years ago, Rhodelite was suddenly invaded by Obsidian.

The border was turned into a battlefield, and the famous incident, to which even the noblest of beasts went.

At the time, many people were involved, and beautiful roses were stained with blood.

(In the end, the princes pushed back Obsidian's army.)

(That grudge still remains throughout the country.)

I understood what Master Gilbert was trying to say and was at a loss for words.

MC: ....That incident 10 years ago, when Master Gilbert...

Gilbert: No, no. If I were involved, there would be no more Rhodolite.

Gilbert: I don't like to lose a fight.

Gilbert: We don't do anything until we can calculate how to get the maximum outcome of the battle with minimum damage.

Gilbert: But it doesn't matter to the Rhodolith people, does it? Because I'm from a royal family.

Gilbert: Being cursed is part of my job description.

MC: ....

Gilbert: That's not important, I have something to show you.

It was not a matter that could be dismissed as "such and such", but Gilbert-sama took a quick leap, opened the carriage door, pushed me back, and with a single shove, he was gone...

Part 3/3

(...What?)

I was thrown into a battlefield where swords were crossed so fiercely that dust danced in the air.

Gilbert: Are you scared?

MC:...It's natural.

Gilbert: I see. But don't worry, I'll take care of you.

Gilbert: As long as you are my beloved, I will protect you.

(...Master Gilbert is the reason for all this...)

I dared not speak on the matter and fell silent as a figure suddenly appeared out of the darkness and struck Master Gilbert sharply in the back.

At the same time as I shouted, Master Gilbert slammed his cane into his opponent's stomach.

He stomped on the man's head, who crumpled to the spot, and poked his body with the cane with a thump.

(.... I could barely see the movement now.)

(Even an amateur could tell... It's not the same.)

Gilbert: You're not a "professional," are you? You're just a commoner.

Gilbert: So, someone put you up to this, didn't they? To raid this place at this time.

Gilbert: Who is your master?...

Gilbert: I see, Viscount Garman.

Assassin: ?!

(He didn't say anything ... right?)

Gilbert: His uncle, the one who was killed on the Day of the Blood Roses? Was he killed by a relative?

Gilbert: If he hates me so much, why doesn't he just take his sword and attack me himself?

Gilbert: He's probably waiting to hear from you with a glass of wine in his hand right now, isn't he?

Gilbert: From the way you're dressed, you can't be called well-off. I think that means you were bought with money.

Gilbert: You are giving up your lives to live and he is observing from a safe place!

Gilbert: Isn't that very aristocratic?

(If the assassin doesn't deny anything, then he's right.)

From my position, I can't see Master Gilbert's expression clearly. But I could not detect a smile in his dry voice.

Gilbert: Well, Miss Bunny!

My shoulders jumped as the subject of the conversation was suddenly brought to my attention.

Gilbert: Right now, there are two main types of people surrounding me at Rhodolite.

Gilbert: Those who want to take advantage of me, like the party I just went to. (СКРИН)

Gilbert: And those who want to kill me and achieve a revenge. But they all have one thing in common.

(...One thing in common.)

(One who wants to gain power by giving his daughter to the enemy and the other who wants to take revenge by using others...)

MC: ...Are they using other people to achieve their goals?

Gilbert: Miss Bunny, you're pretty sharp, aren't you?

In the darkness, I finally see Master Gilbert's face.

His mouth was smiling, but his red eyes were cold at all.

Gilbert: Does this revenge seem like a good cause?

MC: ...No?

Gilbert: Then what about the party?

MC:....

Gilbert: That's exactly what I wanted to show you.

Gilbert: How does this dirty world look in your beautiful heart?

Part 3/4

I have never thought deeply about the meaning of the word "cause".

But I can understand what Master Gilbert is trying to say.

(...A dirty world, perhaps he is right.)

I think it's scary. Master Gilbert is scary, but the people surrounding him are also...

(I'm afraid because... I don't think it's a human thing to do.)

They would give up his daughter for power, and use people for the sake of revenge.

I don't consider people who treat life as a tool to be the same people.

(Even if it is such a world I don't understand them.)

Gilbert: Today you must have learned. There are many people who are scarier than me.

Gilbert: But are you more afraid of me?

MC:...

I couldn't get the words out.

The attack on Master Gilbert was quelled by the knights, and we arrived safely at the castle, but ....

The servants we passed looked at me and Master Gilbert from a distance.

When our eyes met, they were immediately averted.

(... Usually they just smile and say hello.)

Gilbert: Apparently, I assume there's some version of Miss Bunny being my lover.

That casual remark made my blood run cold.

Gilbert: That nobleman who was seducing you, didn't he?

Gilbert: I know you're going to be isolated.

(If that's the case... I'm kind of depressed.)

(Maybe it's because I've tasted all the negative aspects of the day.)

I felt myself to be weak at heart.

Master Gilbert held my hand as if to comfort me.

Gilbert: Don't worry, Miss Bunny. I'll take responsibility for you and take care of you while you're at court.

MC: I'll pass on that.

Gilbert: You can't veto it, okay?

MC:.....

Gilbert: I'm so glad to have a friend!

(Friend ....?)

(......)

(.... I see...)

The current situation, in which no one sees eye to eye with anyone else, and the intrigues of the nobles that seem to be the work of no man at all, are the very world that Master Gilbert sees on a daily basis.

(Thinking about the party, about the attack...)

(These things may be unusual for me, but for Master Gilbert they may be commonplace...)

(This man... He lives in such a cold world.)

Flashback:

Gilbert: It must be lonely to attend a party alone, isn't it?

Flashback ends.

(He said he wouldn't lie, so maybe he meant it when he said he was "lonely.")

I am shaken by the realization that there is definitely other malice in him as well.

Even more by the fact that I am weak... I couldn't stay strong.

MC: Hey, Miss Bunny.

As if wanting to take advantage of this "hesitation," Master Gilbert approached my face...

Gilbert: I'd love to get to know you better.

Part 3/5

MC: ......Eh

My heart jumps at the sad voice that seems to pour poison into my mind.

I was shocked by the fact that it wasn't the horror that I had just experienced.

(Master Gilbert's true purpose...)

The moment I realize, I shake off his hand and move away.

Gilbert: Haha. Too bad, I've been found out.

(This guy was probably... He was just trying to win me over.)

From the very beginning, Master Gilbert had everything figured out. He wanted to control me from the inside and make me his pawn, knowing how I would feel when I saw and heard what happened.

(When you think about it, it all comes down to winning.)

Gilbert: Oh dear, you got away at the last minute. You're a tough one, aren't you?

MC:....

Gilbert: Don't be so cautious. I really want to get to know you, okay?

Gilbert: I'm not lying.

(... I'm not lying, but I'm hiding anything important. It's Master Gilbert.)

I know that, but it looks like claw marks.

(Master Gilbert is an enemy prince, the one who is trying to trample on Rhodolite, so we can't get along with him.)

(But to keep them away without knowing anything about them would be the same as the nobles who "don't see people as people.")

Master Gilbert is a human being. That much is certain.

MC: I don't want to befriend.

Gilbert: Eh?

MC: But I will treat you the same way I treat other people, Master Gilbert.

Gilbert: ....Huh?

MC: It doesn't matter if it's a prince of an enemy country or a beast of overrun.

MC: As a person, I wanted to face each other.

Gilbert: ......

(... I was chosen as "Belle" because I was expected to choose the next king with an impartial eye.)

(How then can I look at Master Gilbert with prejudiced eyes from the beginning?)

I firmly believe that I don't want to be like these noblemen.

Gilbert: Hm...

Master Gilbert, who seemed distracted, exhaled slightly.

Gilbert: Even if we meet face to face, neither my title nor my humanity will change, right?

Gilbert: But good. I've been wanting to face you, too.

Master Gilbert closes the distance and takes my hand again.

Gilbert: What happens to you, beauty, when you get dirty?

MC: What's that?

Gilbert: Hehe, I'm looking forwart to it.

Laughing as if to interrupt me, Master Gilbert raises my fingertips.

MC: I don't want to be bitten!

(Alt. translation: I hate being bitten.)

Gilbert: Really?

MC: Ouch!

I told him I didn't want to, but Master Gilbert mercilessly put my finger in his mouth and gritted his teeth into it with all his might.

(It hurt more than a party...)

Gilbert: I told you, didn't I? I like to leave my mark on things I like.

Gilbert: I'll be counting on you, Miss Bunny, won't I?

Master Gilbert gently runs his tongue over my sore fingertips, then he releases my hand.

Then he fluttered his cloak in a good mood and left.

(... I don't understand what you mean.)

(If I face it, will I be able to understand?)

I clench my aching fingertips and wipe away the faintly diagnosed tears.

My thumping heart is pounding, mostly due to fear...

I felt like it contained some unknown emotions that I didn't know yet.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikepri translation #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen gilbert #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian

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bearpillowmonster · 8 months

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Star Wars: Visions S2

Instead of doing awards, I'll just do thoughts.

The Sith - It's up and down for me because I really like the aesthetic and it looks gorgeous at times almost like spiderverse but also very corrupted, like I get why everything's a canvas and how the colors change depending on what's happening but I actually wasn't sure if it was supposed to look like that at first, it looked corrupted or glitched and I had to look up some more footage to make sure. Weird.

Screecher's Reach - I feel like there's a trend with these shorts where there's a potential Jedi, a Sith shows up, they defeat it, the end. Like, I get that you're pressed for time but I've thought of all kinds of diverse shorts in general. Here's one right now, have someone scarred by a lightsaber keep one in their drawer, scared of the thing. They challenge themselves more and more to look at this thing, to touch it, to even go as far as to grab it but nothing more, we never see any colors. Then there's a disaster (house crumbles on the pet Massiff or something) and they have to use the lightsaber to cut them out of the rubble. They begin to learn new ways and uses for it. Cutting crops, starting a fire, etc. Really push the limit of what a lightsaber can be used for and how it reacts in certain situations. Anyways, as for Screecher's Reach, the style is unique and it's an interesting ending but nothing beyond that, just like half a prologue. Don't just bank on a twist or sequel, give me flavor.

In the Stars - Easily the best one so far, and I do mean that for both seasons. Other than Tales of the Jedi, this is the best thing I've seen in Star Wars in a while. The claymation, the hieroglyphics and the tribal-like setting, the characters, the plot, the scenery, it all just works. Give me this. I'll be surprised if anything surpasses it in this season.

I Am Your Mother - Play on the- I don't have to explain it but it sounds cool already. Not sure how they could top the last one though. It was good though, another claymation with british humor AND IS THAT AARDMAN?! FINALLY! It'd be a lot funnier if the mom was evil though and that's why the daughter is embarrassed. (Creates mini Death star) "Mom!" "I can't help it honey, it's how I was raised."

Journey to the Dark Head - Film level. Wow. Had to shut everything else out after this one so it could consume my thoughts. And people were disappointed with this??

The Spy Dancer - That sounds...really cool actually but eh. I see that they followed tradition in a way, a lot closer to something you'd see in S1 but I imagine it better as a Clone Wars episode where they're watching the opera (like in ROTS) and the performers use that to extract information whereas in this one, the actual spy part was a failed attempt because we didn't get to see what would've happened with that, we can only imagine. Fight dancing is cool and all but I just think it could've been delivered better.

The Bandits of Golak - 3D, fancy shaders, could've been about anything. Might've had a more interesting dynamic should he have resented her for her powers, idk.

The Pit - Sarlacc? No, a dark little oppression short. I'm not too sure what to think about this one, definitely interesting. The whole chanting thing was a bit cheesy though.

Aau's Song - Big finale. What'd they save for last? The Halo theme is magical, I'll tell you what. I'm interested in these creatures, I want to see more of them in the Star Wars universe, perhaps even Aau herself but the plot remains an AU. Its a strong premise, though different from Star Wars lore, it makes sense that the kybers would have a voice since they "scream" at ignition and its implied that being in its raw form can cause damage as well, making the saber the tool that grants it a voice and manipulates it. I always love the exploration of kybers in general from quests to get them in TCW and Fallen Order to having them be a part of Jedi Knight II in weird, unconventional ways. And the styling of this short is neat, they have set models for everything, just change the eyes and switch out the heads sparingly to accommodate the mouths and such. It reminds me of something you'd see out of Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio.

#star wars #sw #star wars visions #visions #aau's song #the pit #bandits of golak #the spy dancer #i am your moth #i am your mother #journey to the dark head #in the stars #screecher's reach #the sith

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macaronnya · 2 years

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Fresh(?) Impressions (5)

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Hello Enstarries~☆ It is the next unit, Akatsuki! I don't have anything to write here as an introduction anymore but leaving it empty is weird, especially with the lengthy disclaimer. So, I'll just babble a bit here. As of now, the first shuffle event is here! I am aiming to get Kaoru! Idk if I'll actually like him as much as I hope but I like the song, his card is pretty and I can always use another Glitter 5☆ rn. I hope he won't be too expensive....

DISCLAIMER!: Everything said here is for entertainment purposes only and not meant to attack anyone. This is not an accurate description of any characters but my subjective rambling for fun, so please don't take it too seriously. (Just to be safe, I'm kinda scared of elite idol fans) Also, you will hear me mention other games a bunch of times bc I'm that bad and uncreative at explaining and I'm still grieving A3!EN's shutdown. Eng is my 2nd (or 3rd?) language.

Without further ado...Let's Ensemble!☆

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I love traditional japanese music mixed with modern, or to be precise, hearing kotos and shamisen playing with modern intruments in modern tunes. It's just SO cool and beautiful, just what their unit theme is, according to enstars wikia. I like the majority of their songs. As far as I know, akatsuki means dawn or so (Akatsuki no Yona = Yona of the Dawn), which explains their red theme. I like their outfits quite a bit as well. Kimonos are SO pretty and I like their more loose approach to it. All the colors work so well together! Oh, and I thought it's cool how they danced with swords and fans (like in Love Live or Pretty Rhythm). Anyways, weren't they one of the ruling and oppressive units in the "!" era? Yikes 😬 Well, they're good now.

8/10 - really like their music and the members are kinda funny

Keito Hasumi

He is, what one and he himself would call, a hobbyless person. Anzu just asked him why he was sitting alone and he went on and on just to say he didn't know what to do with his free time lol He looks so boring at first with his student council president look and aura but the fact that he masks his awkwardness with long paragraphs and lectures, plus he likes comics, reminds me of Sakyo (A3!), which makes him funny again. It even fits with the I-used-to-be-an-evil-boss or whatever happened in the "!" era. And what's up with his points system 😂 Does he have a whole book with everyones' names and points inside it, that he carries everywhere? Would have an actualy blacklist. Or maybe even: Dear Diary, today Miss Producer made fun of me :( Gosh, Leona (Twst), his VA twin would fold him in half in a second. With all of that done, I like his voice. It's a weird mix of being high and deep at the same time but not really and it feels like drinking cold water.

6.5/10 - pathetic funny man I'd be too scared of him in rl tho bc of his authorative air

Kuro Kiryu

Kazuma Kiryu?!?!?!?! (Yakuza series) Big scary looking guy who changed his way of being a gangster to being a big dorky softie 💕 We love to see it. Big bro, likes sewing, caring, hubby material He may not be a man of many words but that's OK, I'm sure his actions prove his good intentions. He seems like he can cook and do housework. Probably has a single father. I love this trope of scary giant with a heart of gold so so much He's also ambitious enough to pursue both being an idol and designer!!! Literally a fusion of Yuki, Omi and Juza (A3!). Is his hair color red or black? Whatever it is, I bet if a card of him with his hair down comes out, everyone is gonna go crazy (me included).

8/10 - good boy, I'd pat his head

Souma Kanzaki

He never grew out of his chuuni phase and even went as far as to get an official license for his sword, if that isn't dedication idk what is. -insert meme of a guy cutting cake with a giant sword but instead it's a fish and his katana- He's like Gakupo (Vocaloid) but real. May or may not be friends with the ninja guy. He used to have a lot of friends in elementary school but then became a loner, is what I imagine. Dude didn't even realise people were kinda put off by his sword. If he has a license, then he practices kendo, right? He can actually wield it, right? If he also likes swords a lot and not just being a samurai, he'd have a field day with Touken Ranbu. His voice is softer than I imagined it to be, it has a pudding like texture.

7.5/10 - part of the drama gangy, would be the uncle kids love only for his cool things

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Conclusion

They can live perfectly fine in a house with just the three of them without burning it down. We have a cook, smn who does the paperwork and finances, and a handy guy. Honestly, still a pretty normal group here. I can't wait for more songs of them to come.

That's about it this time. I hope you found it nice and all if you made it this far. If you have any thoughts you wanna share, just remember, that everything is just for fun and stay polite! See you in the next part~☆

#ensemble stars #enstars #Akatsuki #macaron rambles

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