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Can Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) survive Dracula's castle?
My conviction is that Elle can survive anything life throws at her by the power of being smart, hardworking and a Delta Nu. But I think she actually has a few things working in her favour:
She's the sweetest. Would totally work on Dracula and would make her take the crucifix. The only downside I am seeing here is that she might appeal too much to Dracula, but I am sure she has had to put her foot down vis-a-vis unwanted advances several times in her life and knowing her, she somehow manages that without antagonising anyone.
She's a lawyer. I have to admit I am not that well-versed in the lore, but vampires have rules, right? She would totally work them out quickly and use them to her advantage because that is what she does. Also, she is very good in (cross-)examination, she'd get Dracula to spill the beans the moment she arrives (This movie ends with Elle giving Dracula legal advice btw)
She's a feminist. The vampire girls want to eat her and instead she tells them about their rights and how to rally against Dracula, probably proposes to be their advocate, too. Also teaches them the bend-and-snap and exchanges skin-care routines.
She does cardio. Might not be enough to survive climbing a wall, actually, but Elle is fit. She can run fast and I am sure she has the upper arm strength to hold herself on a wall for a moment at least.
Warner Huntington III. While he is not deserving of it, Elle loves Warner passionately. She got into Harvard for him. She's getting out of the castle for him, too. (Post-Legally Blonde Elle is getting out of the castle for Emmet, that works just as well if not better, because here she knows he loves her back.)
Bruiser. Elle likes and knows dogs. She's totally taking her chance with the wolves rather than vampires.
One thing working against her, is that Elle thrives in community. The whole movie/musical is about empowering yourself while empowering others. Elle gets a lot of strength out of her friendship with Paulette and the other students she grows closer to, in the end even from Vivian. Here, she would be alone. But, like, in the movie she starts out alone as well and then forges a new community. I kinda feel like she would try that as well, either with the townfolk or the vampires themselves. I am not sure how much that would help/be possible, but the effort would definitely be there.
So, alltogether, I would say Elle Woods can survive the castle.
(Elle when someone confronts her about having survived Dracula: What, like it's hard?)
Ooooooh this IS a good one
I love the idea of Elle trying to recruit the Girlies. They're already pretty keen on Sisterhood and respect each other whole lot more than they respect Dracula. They also are completely unabashed about eating people, especially new lawyers who are young and full of energy, but if anyone can turn them it's probably Elle.
One question I have is how she will deal with Dracula's excessive handsiness. She's not the type to tolerate creeps. On the other hand, she may have enough experience to recognize what kind of creep you can safely put in his place vs what kind of creep will kill you if cross him. Dracula is definitely the second kind. Similarly, she is frequently underestimated, but she doesn't like being underestimated. I am not recalling to what extent she is willing to play into the stereotypes for strategic advantage. If she is, that will heighten her chances for survival, but also heighten her chances of just being nommed as an ingenue.
I agree that the isolation will suck for her, especially if she can't build community with the Girlies. But her skills at community building and making connections will help her keep Dracula entertained and talking for two months. She'll learn more about the history of Transylvania than anyone wants to know and she'll retain it.
I feel the need to point out that choosing the wolves means dying. The question is will she walk out and get devoured to make her point, or will she back down and decide to stay after all? I feel like she's the type to deliberately do the unexpected to keep her opponents off guard, but I'm not sure which result that yields.
If she does stay, I am actually very confident in her ability to make it down the wall. She's reasonably fit and she doesn't give up, and given the heels she wears she must have ankles of steel.
Trying to out rules lawyer Dracula is a very dangerous game. She is smart though, and persuasive.
I think she probably can survive, but only if she doesn't confront him about being a total creeper, and that's the part I am undecided on
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Teachers Satosugu
Thinking about adults Satosugu who become Jujutsu Tech teachers together. They’re married too. In their late 20s, they’ve found sweet domestic bliss in the dangerous yet meaningful life they’ve created for themselves.
Geto still makes sure to praise Gojo for all the work he does; often surprising Gojo with his favorite sweets or a trip down to the street vendors, saying: “Thank you for your hard work, Satoru” and “Come on, let’s eat something special, you deserve it.”
Gojo still goes on his one hour rants about topics that fascinate him, and Geto listens without complaining. Even if this is the third time digimon has been brought up this week.
Geto stays at the school to teach for the majority of the time. He only takes missions if they are emergencies and avoids interacting with the higher ups. Thankfully, Gojo is more than willing to deal with that side of work.
While Geto is involved in both physical training and classroom lessons, he’s more hands-on with the latter. Compared to the Kyoto students, let’s just say that the Tokyo students don’t put in a ton of effort when it comes to their academic scores.
Geto is fated to be the hardworking but disappointed teacher.
(Geto: “Nobara, Yuji, c’mon, I am begging you two to study more.)
The thing with Yuji is that he is smart in that he can memorize things and write well, but not being exposed to the sorcerer world from a young age has put him really behind.
(Geto: “Hasn’t Satoru told you all about Sukuna’s origins and what not? Given you books from the library?”
Yuji: “Oh the library! I forgot that existed!”
Geto: …
Yuji: “Also no, Gojo-sensei didn’t tell me anything yet.”
Geto: 💀💀)
Additionally, Gojo isn’t the best when it comes to structured lessons in the classroom. He’d much rather skip over the boring stuff and show his students the real excitement out on the field.
This is where Tokyo students surpass Kyoto students in fighting abilities. Plus, getting lots of first-hand experience of what sorcerers actually deal with helps them quickly adapt to situations and strategize how to outwit their opponent.
But book-smart-wise? Megumi carries.
Once, Yaga gave the first years a firm reprimanding because of the missing past three mission reports. (Excluding Megumi.) Turns out, Gojo didn’t inform the first years about filling out mission reports at all.
That night, Geto scolds the shit out of Gojo.
Gojo: “Hey Suguru, isn't that your job? I just help them train their fighting skills, no?”
Geto pinches Gojo’s side - who lets out an undignified yelp - even though he knows Gojo is just joking. Besides, Gojo does try to teach the rules better after Geto’s scolding. Gojo just needs reminders, that’s all.
It doesn’t help that Gojo is literally a prodigy and always does things his own way.
(Geto, shaking his head: “Lord knows these kids need all the help they can get with you as their teacher.”
Gojo: [jaw open, betrayed]
Cue Gojo decisively turning the other away in their bed.
Geto: “Oh, did I upset the baby?”
Gojo: “Worse. You upset your husband.”
Geto guffaws.
“My husband can take it.” Geto moves so he’s spooning Gojo. “Isn’t that right?”
Geto’s breath tickles Gojo’s ear, making Gojo shiver.
What were they talking about again?)
***
Gojo might be busy as hell but Geto will be there to protect their students from the higher ups.
That mission where Yuji died for a short while after switching with Sukuna to face that special grade? It would never have gotten that bad. Geto would’ve been with his students and protected them.
Geto is anxious to the point where he designates certain curses for specific people, mostly to look after his students. This way, he can be there if his students are in serious danger, preventing more young sorcerers from dying due to the higher ups' negligence.
Of course, Geto’s rainbow dragon has always been assigned to Gojo.
Gojo will often take Yuji on rides on the rainbow dragon, either for missions or just to be up in the air. When this happens, Geto’s orders for the rainbow dragon consist of: “Only listen to Satoru’s reasonable orders” and “Protect Yuji from Satoru’s recklessness.”
On another note, Geto’s curses would have intercepted before Todo and Mai could beat the shit out of Nobara and Megumi. Geto himself would show up quickly after, furious when he sees the Kyoto students trying to take out his students.
(Geto with his murderous glare: “As far as I know, the competition hasn’t started yet. No one should be picking fights with each other, hmm?”
Mai and Todo, quietly: “Of course, Geto-san. We’ll be taking our leave.”
Geto stays standing in front of Nobara and Megumi until the Kyoto students leave.)
Even as teachers, Geto and Gojo are incredibly competitive with Kyoto. Of course they’re going to talk shit during the goodwill exchange event. They’ll watch the broadcast of the competition and loudly cheer their students on. They’ll also whisper to each other in the most obnoxious way.
Utahime is about to bust her blood vessels. She still throws her tea at Gojo when he makes a snarky comment that pisses her off; the tea bounces off of Gojo’s infinity and splashes all over Geto, who groans.
Well, that shut the pair up for now.
***
When Nobara spilled coffee on Gojo’s shirt, Geto had been the one to catch them first.
(Shaking his head, Geto says: “You guys really did it this time…”
Nobara: “We could just replace it??”
Megumi: “It is 250,000 yen.”
Geto: “It's also Satoru’s favorite white shirt.” He pats Nobara’s shoulder comfortingly.
Yuji: “Geto-sensei, please help us!”
Geto: “And spend the precious money I earned with my own hard work? I don't know, Yuji-kun, I gain nothing from helping you.”
Nobara: “He’s your husband”
Geto: “And he’s your sensei.” He turns to Megumi. “Slash father”
Megumi: 😩😩
Moments later, Gojo enters the room: “Iijichi-kun said you guys have my newly laundered shirt-“
He sees Megumi with two breast bumps.
Gojo: ??
The others laugh as Nobara pulls out the stained shirt, causing Gojo to let out the most horrified, dramatic gasp.
All the students find it hilarious, but Geto laughs the hardest. He's bent over, hands on his knees, straight up cackling. When Geto somewhat catches his breath, one look at Gojo’s stricken face sends him into another fit of laughter.
(They are so married.)
Geto walks over and slings himself over Gojo.
Geto: “It’s okay, Satoru, you can just get another one.”
Gojo: “That was my favorite one, you know this, Suguru~~”
Geto: “Satoru...you’re rich-“
Gojo: “My clothes are important, they aren’t so easily replaceable. Imagine if I had tried to replace you-“
Geto: “Did you just compare me to your inanimate white shirt?”
Geto begins to pull back, but Gojo immediately latches on to him.
Gojo: “Noooo, I didn’t mean it. I love you~~”
They proceed to act out a mini-drama, which ends in Geto leaving with faux-disappointment and Gojo chasing after him.
Consequently, Gojo forgets about his stained-beyond-repair 250,000 yen shirt.
***
When formation B occurs in response to Megumi being “hit on,” Geto watches from afar, disappointment deep in his veins.
We’re too old for this, he thinks when Gojo reveals Megumi has to master twinkle twinkle little star.
Having had enough, Geto steps in and tugs Gojo away.
“Baby, come here, you forgot to take your pills this morning,” Geto says. Gojo gasps in offense.
“SUGURU, SHUT UP! I'M NOT MENTALLY ILL!“ Gojo cries, but now there’s no way he doesn't look crazy.
Geto has his arms wrapped around Gojo’s waist while Gojo flails to escape.
“Satoru, stay STILL- NO you are not going back!”
They end up making a bigger scene. Megumi wants to d-word.
(“With this treasure i summon-“)
Gojo doesn’t care who hears or sees, and is now screeching for Geto to let him go. Left with no other choice, Geto bites Gojo’s shoulder. He also tries to shove his fist in Gojo’s mouth - anything to shut him up.
Geto is going all out like they’re teenagers again.
(Nobara at Geto: “YEAH GET HIS ASS!”)
Geto eventually becomes aware of the small crowd that has gathered and rethinks his actions. He ends up dragging Gojo by his collar.
“Ok, we’re leaving,” Geto calls to their students, leaving no room for argument. Megumi immediately follows, dragging Yuji and Nobara in tow.
***
w/ @no-one-says-hi
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How Does Your Spirit Guides See You?🤍👁️🗨️
Pick A Pile
(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)
Hello Senstea Souls!
In this reading, you'll learn how your spirit guides see you and what message they have for you. Feel free to pick more than one pile if your intuition says so. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't.
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Pile 1
The color your spirit guides associate you with: Yellow
My beautiful pile 1, there's a very strong message coming from your spirit guides which I would like to spill first. They want you to know that they see you as someone rare. You are one of a kind. To them, you're one of the most attractive beings on Earth. They love you for your grounded spirit. They love your brain. You may look intimidating to others but from within you're such a child. I sense strong Sagittarius and Libra placements. Your spirit guides are very protective of you. They see you as someone who will never let the scales go imbalanced. They see you as someone artistic with the capability to fill the souls of the world with art, metaphors, and colors. You're so strong to them that no matter what happens they know that you can turn your hurt into an artistic masterpiece. I am getting a strong victorious vibe from the pile. They adore how no one can ever take away the kindness that you possess. No amount of pain can make you empty of love. Wow, beautiful! One day you'll hold a prestigious position in life all on your own. That's where you are headed and that's where your spirit guides are helping you get to. Who says we come empty-handed? You are walking this Earth with a bag full of something to give to the world. Surprisingly, it's never empty. It never fails to give. They see you as someone who learns from life no matter what. You consider yourself to be the eternal student of life. Your pieces of advice are precious. Your spirit guides see you becoming a great teacher or inspiration for others. This is unusual but they love your colored hair. And if you don't have your hair colored then take it as a sign to get them colored. It would suit you. Some shade of blue or pink. Your spirit guides want to tell you that nothing is set in stone for you so you can always change your path and you'll only learn something new that will eventually help you in serving your greater purpose. I hear, “And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?” Wow! What a beautiful message. Some spirit guides may be lovers from your past lives or loved ones who have passed away. They love you very much!
Pile 2
The color your spirit guides associate you with: Blue/Green
Hello my beautiful pile 2. The straightaway message from your spirit guides is that they know that you know what you are doing. Your spirit guides see you as a very aware and alert being. They love that you know what you wish for and what is the intention behind the wish. They see how hardworking you are and you don't take your achievements for granted. You recognize them and give yourself credit for your own hard work. They sometimes see you getting tempted by worldly matters but at the same time with your strength, you pull yourself back from the hell hole and can balance things out. They see that you are emotionally attached to your materialistic achievements. They see you as someone who has no shortage of ideas. Great and achievable ideas keep coming to you. Because of your strong mind, you can manifest the desired outcomes. Your spirit guides know that you don't know when to stop. You'll probably keep working till the end of your life and will keep achieving things. In their eyes, you are an overachiever. Your spirit guides sometimes test you to see if you'll fall into the temptations of materialistic pursuits. They want you to learn detachment from the results. Because in life you'll get disappointed. And they don't want you to struggle when you receive a rejection or a failure. They want you to cherish the work you put in. Because they adore the quality in you to rebuild things and take care of the minute details in every project. They love how you make sure nothing misses your sight. They see that there is an air of mystery around you. You don't show every side of yours to everyone. If someone knows one then the other knows another. You've come a long way from feeling small to feeling accomplished. Your spirit guides want you to know that you are not alone they are always with you. They want you to be honest and not hide your true self from the world. Don't block your emotions thinking that they don't exist. Don't let work distract you to the extent that you forget why you even started in the first place. Don't let your emotions be the price you pay to get your thirst quenched. They know you can achieve anything you put your mind to but your spirit guides are only asking you to not ignore your social life. Take it as a sign and call an old friend.
Pile 3
The color your spirit guides associate you with: Gray/Red/Orange
Hello, my dear pile 3. Your spirit guides feel so sorry for you. They have been sending messages to you. They see that you have choices but you always choose the road that is going to bring suffering you. You burden your soul with the decision you have been consistently making. They see your fear. They see you getting overwhelmed and losing hope. You say that you are committed to something but over and over again you have been making a terrible choice. A choice that seems easier but is heavier on your mind, body, and soul. It's pure torture. You are choosing to take the responsibility of the world on your shoulders. You are performing takes which are impossible for a human being to carry for their whole life. You are trying to achieve everything at once. They see your wishes and they too want them to come true. But they want you to take one thing at a time. You are ignoring the fact that the tasks you think can be managed can't be. They want you to know that you can do ANYTHING in your life but not EVERYTHING. Especially not all at once. There's no doubt that you work so hard but they want you to put that hard work only on one goal or a maximum of two at a time. Not more than that. They are going crazy trying to tell you this. Now you have brought havoc in your own life. Through chaos, you will learn. They see you as someone very stubborn. All these qualities are of an achiever. The only problem is that you are not focused on one task or else you would have achieved a goal by now or at least would have seen the desired outcome. They see that you are indecisive and are afraid to take a decision. You need an adventure or a break to find your true purpose. Currently, your spirit guides see you as someone with so much potential and they don't want it to be wasted. I hear, “I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It's me Hi, I am the problem it's me.” They know you can do it. Your spirit guides want you to know that they stand with you during this test of time. They know you can make it through it.
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LOVE IS A DRUG|| JJK|| 2
Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader
Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.
Warning: Swearing
Summary: YN had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and yn finds herself in critical condition.
CHAPTER 2
YN were a very noble and sincere employee known in Asan Hospital. A student with straight A's yet she were a goofy and fun person. She had a very great colleagues including your two besties Sana and Nayeon. Most trusted and as goofy as YN.
But not everyone in their colleagues liked her. Kim Sarah was a good employee working in the endoscopy department yet she was greedy. She actually wanted to be in your position but since endoscopy was little less demanding Sarah has no choice but to choose another option- 'Marry a rich man'.
Ofcourse it wasn't an easy task but Sarah could never dream herself to be struggling in future.
YN got a message at her break time.
'Come to the deck, babe!! I brought you Sushi 😋' she snorted at the cheesy message.
"Your boyfriend, isn't it?" Nayeon questioned. Sana and Nayeon knew your love life, YN didn't like the idea of many people knowing about her personal life and on top of that if people got to know that the investor of hospital is her boyfriend, Damn! She don't wanna go through it.
'On my way 😉' She reply.
The Deck is always empty at lunchtime hence the meeting spot of the secret couple. She saw Jungkook waiting for her, she hugged him, his hands still lingering on her waist as he asks "How are you baby?".
" Hmm, fine" as she was resting her arms on his shoulder.
Jungkook frowned "You were supposed to say I am not fine without you babe".
YN chuckled "Alright!! Now that you're here I am all fine, Happy?" She teased.
"Hmm more than happy"
Jungkook didn't get or liked the idea of secret dating , he wanted to show the whole world that YN is his girlfriend or more like she is taken. There were times when he found out that many employees like her, he was enraged wanting to punch those mans to even think about her.
"yn-ah, let's just be official now" Jungkook trying every way to perceive yn.
YN loved Jungkook, really but people knowing she is dating him , JUNGKOOK the ceo of Jeon Industries and your hospital investor, people would see your hardwork as nothing but nepotism.
"Babe! We will make it official, but it's not easy for me too.I need some time" YN said biting on her lower lips.
"Don't you trust me soon-ah, I love you from the depth of my, I , Jungkook have never seen my future with any other woman but you. Don't I atleast deserve to call you mine in front of the world"
Jungkook said. No sugarcoating and No lies in his eyes or words.
It made her heart flutter that he feel she is that important in her life. Tightening her arms around him she pulled him for a kiss.
The couple immersed in a kiss couldn't see that someone had seen their secret with her own eyes.
Sarah couldn't believe, YN was dating the Jeon Jungkook. Is it the reason why everyone liked you - but that wasn't her main concern. The main concern was she was dating a billionaire.
A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE.
Sarah was jealous, envied that yn unknowingly got everything but Sarah couldn't even become an above average.
She stomped away in the head office to tell everyone what their favourite employee is doing but she stopped. What would even happen if she tell their secret? She would be fired? NO. YN might even get onto bigger position if possible.
No, Sarah wasn't going to do that , she found herself going to the laboratory. Evil thoughts occurring in her mind as she steps in lab she finds YN's bestfriend Sana.
Sana looks at Sarah probably wondering why she was here. Sarah smirked, If she doesn't have the life like yn, she'll get the life like YN.
"Can you tell me when is YN's birthday?"
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Blaise and Hufflepuffs:
HP Masterlist
Comment from : @slytherinboysappreciation
What are your thoughts on Blaise Zabini being friends with hufflepuffs? I feel like his lack of blood supremacy values and his loyalty to his mother would endear him to the ‘puffs (at least it has to me lol) . I feel like Blaise Zabini would get to know the darker side of hufflepuff. The ‘hurt my friends and I’ll hurt you’ side. You know? Like, maybe it’s just me seeing things that aren’t there, but Blaise seems like he’d be trusted with the less so cute side of hufflepuff. Idk I have thoughts
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OK so many thoughts lets go
(First a disclaimer I am a Hufflepuff with strong slytherin…tendencies so I am potentially biased. There PSA out of the way lets go.)
Honestly this is a concept I've been tempted to explore in a fanfic (if literally anyone and I mean even a single person wants that comment and I WILL do it) but I do believe that Blaise would form a weird friendship with the Hufflepuffs. And when I say the Hufflepuffs I mean like… all of them. Mainly because of how loyal he is. But its the kind of friendship that isn't incredibly overt. Like if you were to ask any random person “Is Blasie friends with the Hufflepuff house?” they would look at you like you had three heads. Mainly because (I imagine) Blaise to be super stoic and you have to really sit and observe or talk to him to see what he's really like. (He can be super charming and charismatic but usually that means he's trying to get something out of it he gets this from his mama). Most people would see that he is always around the slytherins of his year and assume that that's it, that's all the friends he’s got. But if you were to ask a hufflepuff (literally any hufflepuff) they can give stories of him either helping them get away from bullying, tutor them/ be tutored by older hufflepuffs (lets not forget hardwork is a Hufflepuff trait). Speaking of hard work, I am of the belief that Hufflepuffs are frequently the type of people who work themselves to the grave in order to get good grades. I could see a world where this is one of the “dark” traits of Hufflepuff that first gains Blaise’s attention. I feel like Blaise, as a top student, would respect the hustle of the Hufflepuff house. So I think Blaise has a quiet alliance with Hufflepuffs. They have each other's back. And it's not weird for Hufflepuffs to see him waltz into their common room to ask an older student for recommendations for which electives to take next year, and to tell the younger students that they slytherins in their year that has been bothering them has been dealt with and it won’t happen again. And beyond this relationship being built off mutual values of hard work and loyalty, i think Blaise would also see the potential of the Hufflepuff house. Hufflepuffs are constantly underestimated when all things considered they may be the most efficient group of students so long as they have a goal that they care about. He has seen what underestimation has done to idiots in the past cough cough the fools who continue to marry his mother. So this is also partial because he sees that they can be incredibly powerful allies in the future and wants those connections.
Update: ive started writing a series about this so yeah-
Author’s note: Sigh that was a lot but it didn't even cover everything I have to say, maybe I’ll come back to this later but for now this is what I got. Yeah. I have always want a story about Blaise and a Hufflepuff muggleborn following them throughout their Hogwarts years but shrugs idk maybe I'll write it one day. Again comment if you'd be interested in that, it would definitely motivate me. Please like if you enjoy and comment if you have literally anything to say ideas, critics, anything, I appreciate it.
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Letter to your soulmate ✉️
My very first pick a card. This pick a card is going to be about your letter (the reader) to your soulmate. What would you write to them? Let’s find out. Pick from 1-4. Thank you.
P.S. Their responding letter will reach you soon.
Disclaimer: This is meant as entertainment only. Takes only what resonate.
My Master List
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💌 Letter 1 🍒
9 of Swords, 6 of Pentacles and 3 of Swords in reverse
My dear Soulmate,
What have I become?. The thoughts of having you give me anxiety and the thoughts of not having you also give me anxiety. My doubts and my fears do get to me and I would lay at night thinking that maybe there is no one out there truly meant for me. It’s a long process I have to go through, keeping my anxious thoughts at bay and learning discernment. To know the different between my fearful thoughts and reality. And I will learn not to judge myself for those low moments of self-deprecation and self-pity. Because deep down I know that the universe works by the law of cause and effect, the law of karma. At least in this life, you and I are tie by our past karma and the universe will give to me you, whom I deserve. Not only the universe is fair but it is also generous.
I know at this time we’re not together yet because I still have some wounds to heal, wounds I am reluctant to address. Even though I am working very hard trying to earn stability and security, I still fear that I am not ready and this quote comes to mind “One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels”. I know I do more than enough but why does I feel like I am not enough. It’s because, growing up, I kept telling myself these dialogues for far too long, “if I am not the fears anymore, then what has I become?”. Would you know?. While waiting for you I will become something else than fear. Courage?, joy?, relieved? Who knows. But at this time, please wait a little longer. We will meet soon when I address my low self-esteem issues. I will also work on my mother wound. When we meet I will tell you all about her and how much fear she instilled in me. She was a hardworking woman and similar to me, she never saw her own worth. She ties her worth in monetary gains and seeks outside validation. For that reason, she was really never here for me and in our relationship, it lacked the balance of equal give and take. I felt like I was only giving and never really received. So growing up, I only know how to give and now it still hard and awkward to receive but I am willing to learn.
Just by writing to you bring me so much joy and motivate me to learn. By connecting to you already make me want to be a better person, to show up as my best for you. When we meet I want to give you something as well, a small token perhaps. It’s small but it will mean so much. I know that when we meet, even though it will be brief, I will think about those moments shared for the rest of the week. You will fill my mind, take up every space and the constant thoughts of you will make me smile. Your caring nature makes me go soft, you help me to finally feel what it’s like to have someone truly care for me. I appreciate how you are so determine to remind me everyday that I am more than enough. Times where I will put myself down you will be quick to lift me up even higher. My shining star, who shines the brightest in my darkest night “if one word would describe love, it would be your name…”. You will teach me what true love really is and I will be your willing student.
Love,
(Your name)
Channeled poem: To Be In Love by Gwendolyn Brooks “To be in love is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.”
Channeled song: LOVE POEM by IU “I’ll be there, behind you who walks alone” “I will sing for you who walks long nights than most”.
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💌 Letter 2 🎀
The Hierophant in reverse, 9 of Wands in reverse and 8 of Wands.
Hey you,
I just want to say that I am not like other girls/boys. I am not traditional and the thought of marriage, working 9 to 5 and conventional stuff, they don’t appeal to me. I rather do something else to secure my life. I know that it would be slow, very slow but at least my foundation will be firm. I will build it out of my true authentic desires instead of other’s. I also know that it would mean our meeting will happen later on in life because right now I want to focus on myself, my security. It is sad that our union will take a little while but I know deep down that it will be worth it. In the meantime, I will continue to fight for my way and put in the necessary work. Even though at times, I feel so tired and burned out and sometimes I feel like these burden paths will never end. I know the place I want to achieve is high, I want to reach for the stars. I know these dreams do come with a lot of work and sacrifices. I know that, I can see the path clearly without illusions or rose coloured glasses. And I know that you are also cheering for me. You will be the most supportive person I know. When I feel like giving up, you are/will give me the strength to follow my heart. You remind me that I am part of something bigger, that I am part of the divine. I will understand that to honour the divine is to honour myself.
When I understand my fears a little better, I understand myself more and those past moments where I made ‘mistakes’. I can sometimes focus too much on the finish line, too much on the bigger picture and forget about the little details where it is most important. When I am fearful, I don’t focus enough on my actions rather I only worry about the results. I need to understand that there are huge correlation between the progress and the final outcome. It is a direct reflection. With that in mind, I must bring balance into my lifestyle. I can’t just work work and work. Life is about moderation and ironically the right temperance will somehow bring the fastest results. These realisation bring to me the confidence to continue whether or not I will succeed. I know you know these feelings really well and we relate a lot through our ‘failures’. We know what it’s like to have to face our dark and raw emotions and to be honest with ourselves. To feel the pain and loss of failures without repression and shame. You and I have to learn to listen to our emotions the hard way but it is worth it as we gain sincerity through those hardships. And now we can give it to ourselves and others. So when I’d meet you, you will only receive my utmost sincere emotions. I won’t repress my feelings for you either. After all, you will know either way because we are one.
When I met/will meet you, I can see so much of myself in you. Your journey remind me of my own, both the successful ones and the not successful ones. That is why I will understand you right away. I think I will fall for you instantly, without me realising, without me intending to. I thought we could just be good friends but through out each encounter I fall and fall more deeply for you. I love the dept of your character and through knowing you help me reach that dept within myself as well. You help me reach the deep uncharted water where I’m afraid to go and allow me to see it for what it is. By understanding the fears I have, I begin to fear less. You teach me true freedom where fears cannot hold me back anymore and now I can swim in the deepest ocean.
You are someone who can be deep and wise yet so beautiful and light at the same time. I grow fonder and fonder for you everyday. “My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own”. My feelings become so deep and intense that I can no longer hold it in. I have to confess how much I love you and through this letter I hope you can feel my love and support for you. You are my inspiration, the one where I will forever admire, my dream come true.
Yours, always
(Your name)
Channeled poem: The More Loving One by W.H. Auden “If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.”
Channeled song: You Say by Lauren Daigle “You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing. You say I am strong when I think I am weak. And you say I am held when I am falling short. And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours. And I believe (I). Oh, I believe (I). What You say of me (I). I believe.”
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💌 Letter 3 🍊
4 of cups, ace of Swords in reverse and the Hierophant.
Dear you,
I have to admit, it’s pretty lonely here without you. Maybe because I don’t really find anything or anyone interesting. It’s like there’s a disconnection between me and my environment. I can’t really connect to anybody, no one really understand me and I don’t care enough to understand them. I hope you can sympathise with my apathy. The world just look really bleak where I’m at, it is quiet but certainly not peaceful. I’m not sure if I should be the one that break this dullness. Even if it’s up to me to bring excitement back into my life, I still don’t know what I should do. I don’t really see a clear path to where I could escape this mundane life of mine. I know I shouldn’t expect you to come in and save me but maybe just maybe you could bring a little bit of magic back into my life. A sense of reciprocation perhaps?. But I’m not entirely sure how you could do that.
I only see it in movies where the main protagonist fell in love and their world turn up side down. Suddenly they find purpose and joy in their life. From black and white to array of rainbows, full of vitality. Excitement even in the little things, wild flowers turn to the most beautiful thing. It is these energy where you fall head over heels for your life , it’s where I can’t see myself being in. How can one person affect or influence another so much?. Maybe that’s exactly what you’re going to teach me. Are you going to come in and teach me the tradition and cliche of being in love?. A feeling of ecstasy and bliss where you sing with birds. It’s feel kind of silly and funny just by imagining it. I never really meet anyone who can make my heart sings that much. No one makes my eyes sparkles or my heart to skip a beat or even beat faster. No one really influences or interest me that much. So I hope you can change that for me. I know it’s not good to set expectations but at least I hope that you can make me stray, that you can make me follow you wherever you’d go. Can you be the one where I’d beg to take my hand and destroy this belief of mine where I demean the power of love.
I don’t understand how love can be the cure to everything. I want you to show me the power of love, show me that it is safe for me to express my love to you and also to myself. Convince me that everyone deserve to be loved, even me. Please show me that love is the answer because no one show me that before. Where I grew up, my childhood home, love wasn’t present. I didn’t have my parents to show me that unconditional love. Their love to me was conditioned and not all my needs were met. I didn’t really learn to connect with myself, to find out what I love to do or what I’m passionate about. I didn’t learn to take care of myself, I didn’t learn to love myself or meet all of my needs. I only learn to survive and mistaken these survival mode as normality. So I hope when you come along, your light would ignite the fire within me, the fire that had been dormant. You can teach me to unlearn these survival way of living. I hope you would love me unconditionally. With the fire that you ignite, it will continue to guide me even when the sky turns dark.
You would teach me what it means to truly take care of yourself in all aspects, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I hope we can create together a sense of home and safety where I can be for you and you can be for me. That we can hold hands and face whatever it is that we have to face together. I do want to do all those cheesy romantic things with you. Talking on the phone all night, chocolate and red roses on Valentine’s and even dancing in the rain. Let’s exchange poems as well. I do want to marry you and create a future together. I want to introduce you to my family, build a home and have children. I want to fully be here and enjoy the present moments. To feel the joy, pain and other range of emotions of life and see it as an adventure rather than something mundane and dull. So, let’s create that life together.
With love,
Your soulmate
Channeled poem: Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood “Then there’s the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness.”
Channeled song: Willow by Taylor Swift “Wherever you stray. I follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans. That’s my man.”
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💌 Letter 4 🪲
2 of Cups in reverse, 7 of Swords and 4 of Swords in reverse.
Dear (name of soulmate)
I hope our union will turn out better than my last. Somehow I am not so successful with my love life. I guess I have a lot of lessons to learn through love in both romantic and platonic love. One of the lesson was the lesson of equal give and take, balance and reciprocation. Let’s just say that the divine did test me to see if I really understand the concept. They showed me that I can’t be the only one that give, I have to receive from my lover/the other person as well. What I had wasn’t a true reciprocal relationship, I had to see and admitted that. I had to be honest with myself even if the other person wasn’t. I had to stop lying to myself and see truly what was going on. It wasn’t true love and it pained me to realise that. But loosing a fake love wouldn’t be as painful as pretending it was real. So I chose to walk away. I chose to walk away because I couldn’t take the emotional and mental turmoil anymore. I couldn’t take the emotional unavailability, the immaturity, the manipulation and the coldness anymore. That relationship brought me everything but my peace of mind. I didn’t like who I was becoming if I were to stay. So I chose to walk away, I chose to change and made my choices with discernment. I let my mind leads me to my freedom. I wasn’t happy where I was because I tried so hard to control my relationship and my environment. I know now that was not the way. My approach to love, specifically giving love have to change.
Even though it took a while and looking back I still regret something in the past but I did learn my lessons the universe taught me. I learned not to let my emotions blind me from the truth. I learned to be honest with myself and to have the courage to admit and address the issues. To know I, too, have the birthright to have a loving and reciprocal relationship where it brings me pleasure and is able to meet all my needs. I deserve connections where I feel safe to express myself truthfully where trust is not an issue. So, if you’re coming to me with an untruthful energy, just know that I learned my lessons and I am not going to repeat it. I don’t have the time or energy to go through that again. Thankfully, going through those lessons have help me spot a lie from miles away.
Just know that when we meet, I would be able to see through you. I am very good at reading people. So come as you are, don’t try to be someone you’re not. If you earn my trust, show me authenticity and reciprocation, I know that I would bewitched by you. I already know I love your true self, you don’t have to be anything more for me. I accept and love you as you are. And “if loving you makes me a fool, then I’ll be a fool forever”. When you can make me feel safe to express myself, I will shower you with my love. I will kiss you good mornings and good nights. I will hug you everyday and declare my love to you whenever you demand. I won’t ever let you doubt my love for you, my affection will be the answer. I will write you poems after poems and promise my love on every page. I will be dedicated to you, forever and ever, always.
Forever yours,
Name of the reader
Channeled poem: Bird-Understander by Craig Arnold “Of many reasons I love you here is one, the way you write me from the gate at the airport so I can tell you everything will be alright.”
Channeled song: Queen of Hearts by Twice “Baby I was born to rule, yeah I’m the queen, I’m the queen. And it’s all because of you that I’m the queen of hearts.”
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- Dragonflydestiny 🪲
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The Spirit’s in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [3/3]
Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”
What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.
Warnings: angst, non-native writer, non-beta’d
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
And here’s the end. I apologise in advance. It's funny despite how aromantic I am how I'm the best at romanticising relationships lmao. I wanted to explore how romantic relationsips are inherently different for neurodivergent people, especially ppl on the autism spectrum. Yeah...
The end is pretty cliché and I kinda hate it but hey, I live for the tropes. I'm gone, bye! Thank for reading this to its end!
At first, you haven’t been able to swing by the Ghostbusters headquarters as much as you would’ve liked, too busy assisting students for future exams. As Egon predicted, psychokinetic energy has kept rising in New York, meaning the three of them were called all the time to assist here and there. Their secretary – Janine Melnitz you learned when Egon introduced you, has been looking more and more like a ghost herself, and you were sincerely impressed by how much energy she still managed to conjure to send people away. All of that resulted in the hiring of a new member of the team, Winston Zeddmore, a gentle soul of a man who took the place of Egon on the field. It’s often easy to read: ‘I didn’t sign up for this bullshit’ on his face, but he’s resilient and hardworking which is everything the Ghostbusters could have needed and more.
A week after your fresh new meeting, you ended up telling Egon and Dr. Stantz about their research papers stored at your place. The latter had been delighted and thanked you profusely. The retrieval had gone without any incident, although you did notice the baffled look that passed between the two of them when they saw the several towers of boxes. (There had been a discreet comment from Egon questioning humans’ propensity to stack things.)
Why you ended up at Egon’s place you have no idea. Well, you do know how – most of the files were his after all and you couldn’t let Dr. Stantz handle the walking up five flights of stairs on his own. Plus, Egon wanted to look back at some old papers of his; something about a new plan of approach concerning the storage facility issue. So, there you stood, looking around awkwardly as Dr. Stantz retrieved the last box downstairs. It was a simple apartment, messy and not intended to be anything more than an occasional place to sleep – or, surprisingly, a fungus breeding farm.
Your questioning gaze certainly didn’t go unnoticed. “I collect spores and fungi,” he explained.
“Neat.” You didn’t really think before you carried on, “Is that why you studied microbiology?”
“…amongst other things,” Egon said, looking slightly surprised. “I didn’t realize you knew.”
“Uh,” you trailed off. “I’ve read your papers.”
“All of them?”
Can it get any more embarrassing than that? “…might have.”
He didn’t answer and you thanked him internally for it. The visit was short and to the point, Egon clearly looking uncomfortable having other people trespass into his space. That’s what you kept telling yourself anyway, not especially fond of diving back into the whole ‘I’m an embarrassment to myself, him, and society’ spiral.
In itself, routine didn’t change much. You kept doing most of your research at the university, exchanging with the different professors of the lab, giving your opinions on the students’ ongoing thesis and avoiding Dean Yaeger. Then, you’d meet with the doctors after work to discuss the improvements of the containment facility. But the more the days went by, the more Egon’s temper seemed to flare. Not in the usual, explosive or passive-aggressive nature but in the dwindling of words, and the psychosomatic tremor of his eyelid. You hadn’t been truly able to understand why, when, or how.
Which led you to your actual predicament.
“I don’t think it’ll work, Egon.”
Sitting at a desk, you scratch an equation, staring dejectedly at the example of ‘ionization radiation decay meter’ Egon sketched. The man himself has taken his glasses off and pressed his eyes to alleviate his migraine. “We’ll have to include the system later,” he concedes, looking crossed. “I have to analyze today’s samples.”
After downing the cup of cold coffee you forgot on the desk with a disgusted grimace, you slouch on your chair. You watch Egon from the corner of your eye, busy staring and typing on his computer. He lets out an uncharacteristic annoyed noise.
“Not good?” you ask.
“Like I thought, it’s exponential.” He sighs. “Two days ago, PKE was three times less important than today.”
“Something big on the horizon.”
“Yes,” he says.
This tense atmosphere has you overly cautious as if one wrong word could make this artificial veil of normalcy shatter. It makes your skin crawl, inadequately feeling like your mere presence is making things worse. Leaving his computer behind to sit on the couch, he browses through the results he printed. His tiredness is noticeable even from where you are. You’re about to say something when Venkman comes waltzing in, his energy clashing with the general atmosphere of the room, which he notices immediately.
“Well, well,” he says in a singsong tone. “Who are we burying today?”
Egon doesn’t grace him with an answer, only with a glare before looking back at his results.
“It’s been a long day, I guess,” you answer truthfully to loosen the tension.
Venkman, always in theatrics, opens his arms wide. “Look who we’ve got here! Hello there.” He has his usual smirk on. “You’ve been hanging ‘round here more often.”
“Hello, Dr. Venkman.” You smile. “Just trying to help Egon.”
“And why aren’t we on a first-name basis?”
You certainly don’t voice aloud that you don’t want to give him any ideas, which he gets well enough on his own. Egon, for its part, is frowning so hard his eyebrows have merged with the frame of his glasses. You can almost imagine a big molten hole where his eyes are boring through the paper.
“Egon kindly proposed,” you explain.
“Wow, you guys,” Venkman exclaims. You frown at him, confused. “Congrats, Spengie! Don’t forget the invitation.”
This snaps Egon out of his sulking trance, face hardening at Venkman’s inappropriate comment.
“He kindly offered,” you interject, trying your best to look unfazed at the innuendo and to avoid an act of crime against humanity. “You, however, take everything for granted.”
Venkman whistles – which makes you want to strangle him – but at least Egon doesn’t look like he’s going to jump at his throat from across the room anymore.
“Damn, snarky today, uh? Let’s start over then.” Despite his mocking tone, he walks near you and extends a hand that you look at dubiously. “Hi, the name’s Peter.”
A small part of you doesn’t want to shake his hand, just to rile him up but you still do. Strangely enough, there’s an endearing quality to his man, when he wants to.
“Nice to meet you, Peter.”
The man lets out a pleased chuckle. “Now, now, I’m not trying to get you two to leave but this man–” He tugs at his collar. “–has a date tonight and he will be singing in the shower. So, if you want some peace and quiet, now would be a good time to go play in the basement.”
You scoff. “You’ve got a date.”
Venkman seems either completely oblivious or completely disinterested in your tone. “With a sweet creature called Dana Barrett.”
“Don’t forget to ask her about Zuul, Peter,” Egon says, snapping out of his good ten minutes of selective mutism.
Venkman disappears into their common room. “Did I say date?” he shouts. “I meant work meeting.”
True to his words, he starts singing a bad rendition of Queen of Hearts, making sure to annoy the whole building. Even if it grates on your nerves, it’s fascinating to witness this clutter of a place, with such different personas stacked on top of each other. You’ve never heard the story of how the three of them ended up being best buddies and judging by Egon’s closed-up face, today wouldn’t be the day you ask.
After five minutes of excruciating vocalizations, he puts down his results, standing up from the couch. You eye him curiously. “Where’ you going?”
“The basement.”
You frown, standing up. “You know; I don’t think he was serious.”
“I have readings to do downstairs,” he answers shortly.
He walks towards the stairs but stops, pivoting slightly towards you without meeting your eyes. The prickling sensation at the back of your brain is back. You can’t wrap your head around the contrast between his high-strung demeanor and his unspoken invitation to follow him. The confusion suddenly feels too heavy.
“Egon.” He looks up and you’re not expecting the flatness of his expression, how detached he’s looking. “Are you angry?”
It sounds stupid in your own ears, a ridiculous childish question but it’s out of your mouth before you can think about it. Words are wonderful incentives, you think, but sometimes, they just end up pushing people away.
Egon frowns, still not entirely facing you. “No.”
“Then–”
Venkman comes back into the room, whistling loudly. “Still there, lovebirds?”
You turn to answer him but you’re cut off by the loud steps of Egon hurtling down the stairs, leaving you staring dumbly at the invisible trail he left behind. There’s an uncomfortable silence as you frown, heart beating loudly for a reason you can’t really pinpoint. Venkman stands there, undoubtedly conscious of having said the wrong thing.
“Don’t worry, he’s cranky when he doesn’t have his nap.”
You decide to simply gather your belongings and leave. “I’ll come back in a few days.”
Even if Venkman offers to buy you a taxi, you decide to use the subway and as you stare without seeing at the dirty walls of New York’s underground tunnels, you realize that perhaps you’re starting to care a little too much.
Just a tad too much.
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Awakening of Gozer
Perhaps you shouldn’t have gone home that day.
For when you heard that in less than twenty-four hours, the Ghostbusters headquarters exploded and that a cloud of psychokinetic energy appeared above Manhattan, you felt that ‘are you angry’ were stupid words to say to somehow you might never see again.
You stand in front of your TV as journalists follow the Ghostbusters’ car through the streets of New York, crowd in a standing ovation. You feel restless as you look through your window, watching the sky turning dark and the full-blown light show the ghosts seem to be throwing downtown. Even when the black clouds dissipate – reminding everyone that it was barely three in the afternoon, you stare, left leg bouncy, at the screen for the final cry of the crowd, hoping, praying, that it’d be of joy.
You’re not truly sure of the feelings rushing through you when they leave this building, dirtied but alive. As soon as you see their proud faces, you turn off the TV, and lay down on the couch, breathing deeply. You close your eyes and contemplate the labyrinth of paths life could have taken in the last two hours. When ten p.m. rolls out, you stand up, driven by some unknown force out of your apartment. Somehow, the sky still holds the purple hues of the paranormal manifestation that plagued New York this evening, ribbons of ghost energy glowing like winter lights and casting discreet colors on the buildings. Tomorrow, you’ll look back at the usual grayish streaks of pollution and everything will feel like a long fever dream.
It’s silly the way the heart and the brain latch on to these human connections like they’re starving. It’s unfortunate, truly. Unfortunate how walking through the chill of the busy streets leads you to his place; a sanctum at the top of a dirty building. And it’s scary how unable you are to stay away, – now and every day – especially when emotions are all over the place; fear in your stomach, anxiety in your loins, need – this unshakable need — in your heart: terrible, voracious, heavy in your limbs as you drag your exhausted body up the stairs. Knocking on the door is, weirdly enough, more nerve-wracking than having witnessed their improbable excursion on television. Egon opens the door, all intrigued eyes and furrowed brows; dressed so casually it seems unreal.
“I know it’s not the time, and that you don’t like people in your space,” you mumble. “But I was— “
Egon steps away from the doorway, inviting you in silently, and it’s almost reluctantly that you step inside. It’s dimly lit but you notice opened notebooks on his table next to three empty mugs.
“Was I interrupting?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“No,” Egon answers to your surprise. “I was only writing down what happened tonight.”
You hum. “I saw it on TV.”
He gestures to you to take a seat. From your chair, you can see Egon busying himself with his small fungus farm, touching the caps of his mushrooms with the tips of his fingers. “You know; I think you deserve a rest, after saving the city and all.”
“I believe we saved the world.”
The emphasis doesn’t go unnoticed. You chuckle nervously, having found a deep interest in a stain on the floor. “I wonder if your Sumerian God would have been able to conquer the world as a hundred-foot-tall marshmallow man.”
“Gozer is a powerful entity,” he says. “They would have brought the apocalypse on our world.”
“But now it’s gone, eh?” The unusual silence makes you look up at him.
“We’ve only destroyed a vessel and a portal. There might be more somewhere.”
“Well…” You try to rationalize. “Good thing the Ghostbusters will always be there.”
Egon stills, staring without looking as if he’s debating inside: is it true? Will it be true? Will I do anything to honor this promise? You decide to drop the subject.
“So, how does one destroy the portal of a God? ’Sounds like a lot of molecular bounds to break.”
“We crossed the streams.”
You freeze.
“…I thought you shouldn’t do that, like ever.” It’s easier to fake some lightheartedness in your tone than to face how a simple slip of fate could have made this improvised late-night meeting impossible.
“It did work.”
It’s harder to swallow as if he could suddenly vanish in front of your very eyes, taken away by some dark entity; as if every single particle of his being could disappear forever as they annihilate their counterpart. A total protonic reversal, that’s what Dr. Stantz had said. You unwillingly explore this possibility: how you, safely at home, wouldn’t have known about their utter and complete destruction until the ridiculous vessel of a Sumerian God turned on the city and brought the apocalypse upon the world. Perhaps after a few hours, perhaps after a day, you would have accepted the fact that they had lost. Or you’d have watched an explosion of unimaginable scale, staring blindly at the death of thousands of people and the loss of what became a constant in your life.
You stand up, trying to get rid of the restless energy that has been buzzing underneath your skin for two days now.
“Oh yes, proton-antiproton collisions are usually effective at killing everything around.” You sigh, trying to squash down the trembling in your voice, leaning against his desk. “Even if you weren’t already dead by the annihilation of your own molecules, the explosion would have finished the job.”
But it’s pointless to remind him of what he already knows. Egon still faces his farm but his mechanical movements have stopped. You say, “You’re more of a jackass than I thought.”
“The chances of surviving were low, I’ll admit.”
“No shit,” you mutter lowly. “Bless the uncertainty principle.”
His small cocky smile is an unexpected but welcomed sight. “Quantum theory has never been truly challenging for me.”
It startles a laugh out of you. “You might want to revise your judgment, then.”
Putting down whatever kind of instrument he has been using, he walks closer and leans on the spot next to you; an unusual decision, perhaps even an unspoken attempt at consolation. It’s funny because you’ve never stood this close, ever. There’s always been something between you: a room, a desk, Venkman, your apprehension, his awkwardness… As his shoulder brushes against yours, your heart soars with uneasiness but as soon as you let your bubble of comfort merge with his, it becomes the most natural thing in the world. Only then, at this very instant, does your heartbeat finally slow down, does the gnawing sensation at the pit of your stomach dissipate… leaving you to wonder when it’ll all pop.
“You haven’t told me the purpose of your visit,” Egon says after some time, always traveling the universe at the speed of light.
“Ah yes.” There it is. “I was restless.” He looks at you intently. “It just occurred to me that our last meeting hasn’t been entirely— agreeable.”
You stare at the ground. “I would have preferred not to have left on bad terms.”
“You were worried I wouldn’t come back.” It sounds like an epiphany.
He says ‘I’ and not ‘we’, and you would have liked for his social ineptitude to take a step forward for once, and not his ridiculously sharp sense of observation.
“Well… It’s normal, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t answer. You wish for the world to be ‘normal’ again, or at least the isolated system of your mental landscape. The disruption in the former entity of your thoughts morphs your behaviors, your habits, making you a slave to the random bursts of emotions you’d like to see buried. This energy stays right there, bound by thermodynamics and your fixations. Perhaps this PKE, this conscience energy is the reason for it all.
“I’m afraid that all of this–” You make a half-hearted movement of the arm. “–will disappear.”
“The world?” He asks.
“No. Yes. I mean…“ You swallow. “Here, right now. I’m afraid I’ll wake up in the morning to realize that it’s all gone.”
“I don’t think reality will end during the night.”
You don’t feel like expanding on those uncomfortable feelings so you entertain the idea. “We were about to be wiped out by a God from distant times. If ghosts are proof of anything, it’s that time is meaningless. It could very well end in a few hours.”
Egon doesn’t answer. You let out a sigh. “It’s irrational.”
“Perhaps,” he says after some time. “But fears usually are.”
“People usually fear tangible things, like, I don’t know, ghosts.”
“Ghosts aren’t material per se–”
You chuckle, looking at him. “I knew you’d say that.”
It’s complicated, this situation; how his literal words comfort you in unsuspected ways. It should be annoying, saddening even, to harbor such feelings for someone who lives miles away in his own head of equations, schematics and paranormal theories. You question your behavior, wondering if, in the end, he’s not just another new thing to fixate upon, if he’s not just another unanswered question on your long list of interrogations about life, the universe and everything. If that’s the case then, you can just move on.
“It’s late,” he states.
Perhaps, you can move on. “Yes, I’m gonna go.”
You gather your bag, breaking the fallacy of closeness you had. If the painful torpor your heart is in is any indication, is that it – whatever it is – goes beyond a fixation, but you don't want to confront any of this...
“Goodbye, Egon.”
…unless it’s to run away.
It’s a goodbye, you convince yourself, pushed closer by a disillusioned thought and a hint of desperation. On his face, you can read a plethora of interrogations, each for one flicker of a lid, for one shift of an eye; unique movements as his body stays right in place. It spurs you on, makes you cross the remaining distance between you. And as you place your hand on his arm to not buckle under the pressure, you give a single kiss; a furtive indulgence at the corner of his lips. Something that could be more, something that could be nothing.
You haven’t meant to meet his eyes, but it all seemed inescapable when he didn’t even close them in the first place while you hid safely behind the opaque screen of your lids. It’s confusion, likely a little bit of recoil… You burn brighter from a single kiss, a torch shining a little light on him too, but as adrenaline slips away, you’re faced with darkness again. There’s nothing you can fault him for as it’s your own two legs that took you there in the first place. It’s your own weak heart that pushed you up those stairs as everything else was dragged down by gravity.
You’re out of his apartment as quickly as you can. You know that if you abuse this kindness, your wider smile and warmer face will be the devil’s work; the consequence of pillaging of benevolence you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to stop. Even with genuine motions, his telltale beat will never follow yours, and even the strongest, wildest embers won’t alienate it faster. You will be a parched man facing a mirage, a moth to an ephemeral flame that will love everything until it’s consumed. But a flame doesn’t love back and love is a sin for the ones that feel it the most.
The next day, the sky is back to its usual color.
#egon spengler x reader#egon spengler#ghostbusters imagine#ghostbusters reader insert#ghostbusters#non binary reader
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better than you - shuriri
PART ONE
content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing
pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams
summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.
note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks
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riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.
you hate her guts.
not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.
it drives you insane.
“nice try boo.”
“awe, better luck next time mamas.”
“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”
luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.
oh, but life isn’t fair.
yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.
you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.
you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.
“shuri?”
“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”
you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.
“like, now?”
“yes, it is quite urgent.”
“but i have a-“
“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”
that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.
“okay.”
“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.
“how did you-“
“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”
she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.
the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’
it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.
no way.
“riri?”
both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.
“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”
“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.
“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”
“well…no, i-“
“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.
“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”
she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.
“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.
“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”
you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.
“is that why you called me here?”
“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”
you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.
“okay, i guess i’m in.”
“good.”
the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.
ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.
shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.
“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.
you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.
“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”
“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”
riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.
“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”
“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”
you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.
“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.
what did you just get yourself into?
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(Drayton really calls Hassel danna??!) hey I've been wondering, besides the Kitakami siblings do you have any other Drayton ships particularly at the forefront of your thots recently? Like for me, I'm thinking of an AU where Drayton graduates (lol) and while interning under Raihan they naturally start hooking up. Or maybe while in Galar he also dates Bea who sorta reminds him of Kieran bc of her love of sweets and hardworking discipline.
And actually, while I'm asking, any other Kieran ships too?
YEAH!!!! (I am a bit sad this didn't carry over to eng version... He's calling him master Hassel in my heart ;w;)
On a Drayton shippy note, let's start with that: bratty Drayton/trying to resist good teacher Hassel? But both are Dragons and Hassel kind of gives into his instincts and get to teach Drayton a lesson to not do it again (Drayton is a very bad student though and an even worse dragon).
(Drayton graduating sure is an AU xD)
Aside from Kitakami students, I like to consider that Drayton absolutely has a Thing for cute freshmen and such case is Crispin who, and that's a Drayster take, is a perfect wife material. Attentive, will cook for you, is a cute shota, what more can a guy want from life? (It's not very serious of a relationship but Drayton deeply appreciates he can just swoop in and demand comfort and get some in an instant, 10/10, Crispin would be a perfect wife.)
Back home, there is ofc Iris for sweet sweet incestuous angst plus I think they would be really cute together. Drayton definitely has plenty of unsatisfied big bro instincts (Kyoodaaaaii) so there is that.
And yeah, I did mention his massive grandpa issues. Like, you can't look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't jump Drayden given a glimpse of a chance. Like, Drayden is a hot gilf and I bet that bisexual awakening for Drayster has arrived pretty much the second he looked at his grandfather the moment he started to feel any sort of attraction. He has issues. He just wants to bury his head in those giant packs and get hugged by those strong arms (like he surely saw Drayden carry dragons arround, that would make any sane person salivate), he doesn't have normal issues, he has grandfather issues. (This one is heavily impacted by a series of comics from JP twitter on which younger Drayton sleeps around with older white-haired man and doesn't care about who they are and where they come from - if that's not Drayden, he really doesn't care.)
On that note, he'd Pay Attention around Drake (muscular dragon gilf with admirable facial hair and sweet bonus of having his tits out? Bruh.)
One more that comes to my mind is him and Benga. I feel like they are of at least similar age, so they could be buds when teens and before Drayton went to BB... I deeply enjoy the thought that they could so contrast in undertaken paths! Drayton is a slacker and went as far as he could (namely, BB Championship) and just left it at that, he's in his comfort spot. Benga always aims to go higher, to become better, things like championship of little to no meaning to him. At the same time, they have such nice contrasting visuals, Benga feeling more natural, more attuned to nature (he carries stuff to make fire on his back gdi) while Drayton is more modern. Kind of a theming matching to Unova lads, plus Benga has some Dragon theming surrounding him, he pretty much only has (and gives out) dragons when you ignore his Volcarona lol
In terms of Kieran... Crispin also comes to mind, it's the shota magic~ Plus they are classmates, so I feel like they could have plnty of excuses to come close.
Tbh nothing else comes to my mind, I blame that entirely on Drayton being a whore lol
#answers#anon#anonymous#umm do itag#aw heck lessgo#trainer drayton#elite four drayton#raihan also sounds nice......... /fujo trash sowwy#nothing else comes to my brain atm maybe ther eis more but i dont remember now hh
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Hi! Hi! Hi!!!
Remember me? It's the one who encouraged to do the genshin character compatibility trend i have been dying to do! Unfortunately, i couldn't find the person who i saw started this trend so here i am in your ask box doing this. So i guess you know how this thing works- like you send three characters to see your compatibility with, and then you send a little bit of info about yourself such as personality and hobbies. I love that trend so much and as much as i wanna stay sane, i wanna know if my favorites will actually match or vibe with me ehehehehe-
So anyways! Let's start!!!
Characters : Pantalone, Venti, and Diluc!!! My favorites!!!
Apperance (ft. Picrew) :
About me : So technically, i am currently a drained out student (and help me school starts soon), but i am studious and hardworking! My problem is, i cannot seem to focus on one topic at a time and i ended up forgetting things. I don't socialize much, yet i would always greet people with a smile. But i never had anyone else to share what i have on my mind (usually books and my own ideas) and i tend to overshare and sometimes change the topic that it gets all too confusing. I only have two hobbies, reading and listening to music. And i pretty much wanna stay indoors all the time and then be alone in a pretty, fairy-tale like place in nature sometimes. I am very much clingy, and somewhat get attached way too easily. And yes i do require headpats and cuddles because i never got any affection. And i get easily irritated and when i am pissed i get too far, sometimes. Yet i just want cuddles and affection because i am lonely, lol. Oh and i love stuffed animals and books and sweet-scented perfume as an addition. Also i have a fear of spiders, i pray at least someone can get rid of them for me. That is all ✨️✨️✨️
Author’s note: Heyya! Sorry it took a couple days, I got my nails done and can’t type as fast as before! We changed Pantalone with Welt from HSR, because for some unknown reason I can’t write him. Anywaaay, I hope you’ll enjoy this! Sending all my hugs to u. <3
Venti
I have a strong feeling that his outer persona is your inner one, so you sort of complete eachother in a way none of you really expected.
Although it would take a while to get used to his extrovert self, since you seem to be pretty much introvert, the moment you decide you are comfortable enough you’ll see a big change. Meaning - EXPECT UNENDING AFFECTION AND CUDDLES!!!
I swear Venti wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you - always needs to give you reassurance and to have you close to him. Would totally do the thing where he squeezes your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.
Would show you the most beautiful views in Mondstadt, he knows every place worth seeing and knows which one will leave you absolutely breathless.
Whether you like it or not, he will sing to you all the time. You like a certain song? Expect to hear to it singed by Venti for the next two weeks, until you physically can���t listen to it anymore.
A small issue would be that he constantly need to be around people, to interact and be present, which you’ll find a little tiring. Loves to annoy you too so he could get a reaction out of you. Don’t worry tho, he will never cross your boundaries!
Overall, on a scale from one to ten, I’d give your compatibility an 8.5 .
Diluc
The moment I finished reading about you I immediately thought that Diluc is the one.
It’s just that the two of you are fairly similar, both in the way you are around others (although you are quite a pleasant presence, Diluc is just more grumpy) and in the way you share the same wish in your heart - to be loved by someone, held amd cherished despite your flaws.
And I can say that the two of you do a pretty good job at that. Main love language between you is physical touch, since both of you are touch starved. When you are around others PDA is kept to the minimum, but when the two of you are alone HE WILL BE ON YOU ALWAYS! Holding your hand absolutely everywhere you go in the Dawn Winery and around its domain, random back hugs and normal hugs, headpats whenever he sees you around the house.
Also kisses on the crown of your head and forehead (they are Diluc’s favourite form of intimacy), which make you feel so special and seen.
He will always find time for you despite his busy schedule. His favourite activity together is reading in silence next to eachother, shoulders touching, but each doinh his own thing. He is the type of person that would put your legs over his during this to help you sitt mor comfortable. You will absolutely fall asleep in his lap like that.
Carries you to bed when that happens - no one can change my mind !!!
The two of you strike me as that couple that doesn’t really fight and not because you ignore your problems. You really don’t have reasons to fight.
Did I mention you will never have to worry about bugs again? :)
He is THE MAN - 10/10 compatibility.
Welt
Loves to take care of you in any possible way he can. Mans just trying to make you feel as safe and as comfortable as he can. He loves you too much to have you feeling bad about yourself or lonely.
Indulges in all your little habits such as going rants whenever you find something you love. He’s listening to every word carefully, absorbing information. You will maybe think he doesn’t care, but in the next couple days you will find a lot of things related to your new book or idea in your room on the Astral Express.
He’s more mature and a big stand-offish, so expect cuddles only when you request them or really really need them. Doesn’t really initiate this kind of things. You will however have your hand held and head pat by him at all times.
Saved you more than once from Himeko’s bad tasting coffee.
His main love language would be quality time, you will find yourself sitting next to him anytime, anywhere, each doing his own thing.
Whenever the Astral Express stops on a new planet for a trailblazing expedition, he will take you on cute dates and a walk in the nature.
He gives me a 7 vibe. Maybe 7.5-8.
And little note to u : all of them would find you absolutely beautiful because, honestly, who wouldn’t?
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#venti#venti x reader#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x reader#welt yang#welt x reader
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So. I watched that one mv that u told me about (a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ ) AND OH BOY it was STUNNING like sometimes you couldn't even tell they were 3d models
Ok so I COmPLETELY forgot EVERYTHING about enstars and its characters ok (like seriously the only thing I remember is having a crush on a redhead mf that was from the crazy b(itches) group) so I will assume stuff based on my experience (spoiler alert:I will go a lil overboard)
So along with the other mv I watched I noticed that this dude and the ginger guy have a somewhat connection,, with their side glances in this pic and the obvious worrying of grey man in the first one
So I will assume that they are besties and that ginger either overworks himself too hard and the grey dude is like "bro wtf stop" OR he has some kind of generic anime deathly disease or smth like that and the grey dude is like the only one that knows because HES AN IDOL AND HE CANT TELL IT TO HIS FANS LIKE or else they'll rage!! Or something
THEY ARE DEFO CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.
There is an obvious meaning with the swords too maybe it represents their will/motivation to become idols idk...
And the only thing I have left to say is that he looks uh
Hurt. Alot.
BUT ANYWAYS lol ty for recommending it to me it was so cool!
On a scale from 1 to 10 how right am I about my assumptions
okay first of all. you should read checkmate. for me
(link brings you to the story)
ALSO WAS THE ONE YOU LIKED RINNE? i see 📝
and okay, before i correct you and Probably word vomit on you i need to make one thing clear: izumi (gray haired guy) and leo (ginger dude) are gay and i am very (not) normal about them so hum. enjoy the essay
. okay in the end it ended up so long i needed to put everything under a cut. and its not even everything, which is why i heavily suggest you to read checkmate to like, Get It...so warning that my word vomit spoils that story pretty heavily, since i also show some extracts of it
so yes, izumi and leo were friends in yumenosaki (the idol school) since their first year. they also were pretty much each other's first real friends. so they aren't childhood friends, but definitely very close. they were also in the same unit, who had a lot of names but the most common one being chess, and it was a VERY big unit with Lots of members
you also need to know leo is a talented composing genius, who can easily write amazing songs with ease, which of course is a great feat to have in an idol school
a quick side note that at the time yumenosaki Sucked Ass and that most of the students were just a lazy bunch who barely did anything and just basked in the school's popularity. izumi and leo were one of the rare ones who actually took their idol work seriously, especially izumi
so of course the other chess members would use leo's talent to get it easy, yeah? the thing is leo himself didn't realize. he considered them all as friends, and thought they felt the same, and would give away and make songs for the others with no worries. izumi noticed leo being used and tried to warn him about it, but leo wouldn't take it because he believed in the others too much
anyways, at one point, due to circumstances (that i will not explain because its not very related and just Too Much), units with more than 5 members were not allowed anymore, and thus chess broke into multiple, smaller units. and that was how knights was born, having only leo and izumi as members at first, though with the hardworking izumi and the talented leo, they were very good despite just being two, and won dreamfes (who are basically battle performances between two units) easily
at another point arashi (that izumi knew since childhood) and ritsu (another yumenosaki student that arashi and izumi met) join knights i guess...? though they arent very serious about it yet, the pillar members still being izumi and leo then. im starting to forget but i think these two even joined at first because knights needed more people for the we'll be knights performance?? whatever
and so, i will need you to know that before the we'll be knights performance, leo went to the other former chess members, and basically gave them a choice: leo, or his songs? they all answered his songs
thats when leo finally realized he was being used all along. and of course, that broke him greatly
and so leo decided that he would devote his all to izumi, the only one who truly was his friend. if izumi had a dream, leo would do his everything to help him achieve it. and at the time izumi's dream was to become the best at yumenosaki, and crush everyone else. and like you Really need to read the full dialogue too— (what i show isn't even all of it)
except that leo, was Not made for fighting and hurting others like that. but he still did, for izumi
which is...why he looks so hurt in the we'll be knights mv. because he also decided to take on the responsibility of king, of leader of knights, which once again, was not a role made for him!
anyways, to come back to your words; no, leo doesn't have a disease (eichi is the one with one). as for the swords, its an interesting meaning you're bringing here! :0 personally i think since they're knights, well they gotta have swords right? especially since there they've decided to slay any obstacles who dares obstruct their path. plus they have swords in the original cards too so!
as for the other mv, luminous crown, it happens two years after checkmate and we'll be knights, so of course a lot of things changed by then lol! mainly tsukasa joining knights, and all of them being able to heal, which is why the contrast between we'll be knights and luminous crown is So beautiful and always make me emotional because its shows their evolution so well...they may have suffered a lot, but after a long and difficult path of healing, they're all so much happier now!!! and of course there's still so much more ahead for them
aaand i think i'll end my word vomit here because it's getting TOO LONG!!! HELP!!! AND I INSIST WHEN I SAY THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT EVERYTHING!!! so yes please read checkmate for me.please. it will make you understand everything way more, and better than my explanation ever could
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The Three Students pt 2
We are in (probably) Oxbridge and have a potential cheating scandal (quelle horreur!), three suspects and a "forgetful" servant who left the room to the papers unlocked.
Our suspects are: the hardworking 'manly' scholarship student (who needs the money), the Indian student (who knew the papers were there and may need the grade, but didn't get a lot of description so I think we're mostly supposed to suspect him because racism and opportunity??) and the rich lazy kid (who needs the grade because he hasn't done the work).
Place your bets, please.
“I should like to have a peep at each of them,” said Holmes. “Is it possible?”
“No difficulty in the world,” Soames answered. “This set of rooms is quite the oldest in the college, and it is not unusual for visitors to go over them. Come along, and I will personally conduct you.”
You just let random strangers into your students' rooms?
There were some really curious pieces of mediaeval domestic architecture within. Holmes was so charmed with one of them that he insisted on drawing it on his note-book, broke his pencil, had to borrow one from our host, and finally borrowed a knife to sharpen his own.
I love how even in his later accounts, Watson pretends not to know that Holmes is putting on an act. Yes, he was taken with the architecture, this had no ulterior motive and absolutely wasn't to scope out the pencils and knife of the student. It was purely architecture-based enthusiasm that led to this.
The same curious accident happened to him in the rooms of the Indian...
Really? The same thing happened in that room!?
Also, I'm not going to bother comparing the descriptions of the two students because that way lies racism and I think we can all see it.
Only at the third did our visit prove abortive. The outer door would not open to our knock, and nothing more substantial than a torrent of bad language came from behind it. “I don't care who you are. You can go to blazes!” roared the angry voice. “To-morrow's the exam, and I won't be drawn by anyone.”
Honestly, good for you. They've got no business coming into your room anyway. And also, good for you for studying (if you're telling the truth) I don't remember your name random rich student, but so far as actually meeting you goes, I fully support you. Keep that door closed. Fuck the lot of them.
“A rude fellow,” said our guide, flushing with anger as we withdrew down the stair. “Of course, he did not realize that it was I who was knocking, but none the less his conduct was very uncourteous, and, indeed, under the circumstances rather suspicious.”
Or... not suspicious because he's the only one actually studying when there's an exam tomorrow that seems to be vitally important. (Sure, he might not be studying, maybe he has someone in there with him... in which case, also good for him, I guess).
“Can you tell me his exact height?” he asked.
“Really, Mr. Holmes, I cannot undertake to say. He is taller than the Indian, not so tall as Gilchrist. I suppose five foot six would be about it.”
You what now?
He has a name! I don't remember it right now because you haven't mentioned it yet this section (I also don't remember the rich kid's name), but he has a name. You literally teach him. You know his name! Seriously? Seriously?
(His name is Daulat Ras, I checked the first part of the story. If it turns out to be him (which it won't because it's Gilchrist who doesn't appear to be studying even though he clearly has the most riding on this exam) then I am hereby pre-emptively pardoning him on grounds of his teacher being shit because he cannot be bothered to remember his name.)
Our guide cried aloud in his astonishment and dismay. “Good gracious, Mr. Holmes, you are surely not going to leave me in this abrupt fashion! You don't seem to realize the position. To-morrow is the examination. I must take some definite action to-night. I cannot allow the examination to be held if one of the papers has been tampered with. The situation must be faced.”
Calm down, my dude. It's really not the end of the world. Have a sit down, get a glass of brandy. Keep the brain fever at bay.
“The foul-mouthed fellow at the top. He is the one with the worst record. And yet that Indian was a sly fellow also. Why should he be pacing his room all the time?”
Thank you, Watson, for validating my suspicions by disagreeing with them. I always feel better about my ideas when they don't match yours. No thanks for the racism, but at least you didn't just choose Ras, and you're also giving a secondary reason for suspecting him.
“He looked at us in a queer way.”
... ahem.
“So would you if a flock of strangers came in on you when you were preparing for an examination next day, and every moment was of value."
Also that.
“Why, Bannister, the servant. What's his game in the matter?”
IKR, Holmes, you get me. You understand. Clearly the guy is overly worried and who walks all the way across the room to sit down when they're feeling faint.
But Bannister would have to be working with someone. Either one of the three, or a hypothetical fourth student he is related to. He could be related to Gilchrist, I guess. (What is rich boy's name? I still can't remember, luckily I am not his tutor, so I don't have to feel bad about it.)
“He impressed me as being a perfectly honest man.”
Watson, my sweet summer child. Apart from all your many faults, biases and prejudices, you are so naive and trusting.
All were agreed that one could be ordered, but that it was not a usual size of pencil and that it was seldom kept in stock.
Does Bannister have, like, some illness that means he can't hold standard-sized pencils? Arthritis of some kind? But everyone seems pretty sure that he's not directly lying about anything. Unless he is cunning and running a whole business of copying translations then selling them to students.
"By Jove! my dear fellow, it is nearly nine, and the landlady babbled of green peas at seven-thirty. What with your eternal tobacco, Watson, and your irregularity at meals, I expect that you will get notice to quit and that I shall share your downfall"
Yeah, Watson. This is clearly your fault. How dare you! The poor landlady making you peas when you're dragging Holmes out to stationers at all hours. You should be ashamed of yourself.
At eight in the morning he came into my room just as I finished my toilet.
Yet again, I know toilet had a different meaning, but picturing Holmes walking into the bathroom while Watson's literally sitting on the toilet and the two of them carrying out a perfectly normal conversation is hilarious to me.
"I have put in two hours' hard work and covered at least five miles, with something to show for it. Look at that!”
He held out his hand. On the palm were three little pyramids of black, doughy clay.
Ah yes, the random clay, which all I can think of is putty eraser or some sort of carbon copy thing.
“You will kindly close the door,” said Holmes. “Now, Bannister, will you please tell us the truth about yesterday's incident?”
Yeah, Bannister. Are you secretly the head of a cheating ring?
“Well, then, I must make some suggestions to you. When you sat down on that chair yesterday, did you do so in order to conceal some object which would have shown who had been in the room?”
Ah, yeah, that makes sense. Whoever did do it was kind of rubbish at covering their tracks clearly this is not something they do often.
“There was no man, sir.”
So it's either a girl, or Odysseus...?
He was a fine figure of a man, tall, lithe, and agile, with a springy step and a pleasant, open face.
Seriously, Watson, we get it, you think he's hot. You've been very lonely since your wife died. You don't need to describe how hot he is every time we see him.
Wait, it was the tutor who had that weird use of 'manly' the first time around, wasn't it?
If Gilchrist turns out to be a girl in disguise that line is going to be so funny.
"We want to know, Mr. Gilchrist, how you, an honourable man, ever came to commit such an action as that of yesterday?”
The unfortunate young man staggered back and cast a look full of horror and reproach at Bannister.
“No, no, Mr. Gilchrist, sir; I never said a word—never one word!” cried the servant.
Well now you have. People really need to get better at committing crimes. After it's happened, you know nothing about anything. No matter how much people ask or how much they claim to know, you know nothing. You are blissfully ignorant of the whole affair. What affair? Oh, someone's cheating? How terrible!
“No, but you have now,” said Holmes.
Is this the first documented use of this trope? Because it can't have happened much before now.
The Indian I also thought nothing of.
His name.
Is.
DAULAT RAS!
"Such an idea was absurd. I was measuring how tall a man would need to be in order to see as he passed what papers were on the central table. I am six feet high, and I could do it with an effort."
So all Watson's descriptions were just to point out how tall Gilchrist is? That's all?
"He put his shoes on the table. What was it you put on that chair near the window?”
“Gloves,” said the young man.
Dude. My dude. You wear the gloves. I know this story was published a year before the first use of fingerprints in a criminal case in England, but my dude. You do not leave your gloves on a chair.
“Yes, sir, I have, but the shock of this disgraceful exposure has bewildered me. I have a letter here, Mr. Soames, which I wrote to you early this morning in the middle of a restless night. It was before I knew that my sin had found me out. Here it is, sir. You will see that I have said, ‘I have determined not to go in for the examination. I have been offered a commission in the Rhodesian Police, and I am going out to South Africa at once.’”
...well that's a twist.
You're seriously going to leave the country and go be a colonialist police officer in Africa. Because... you cheated on a test. Leaving the country seems a bit extreme.
"Time was, sir, when I was butler to old Sir Jabez Gilchrist, this young gentleman's father. When he was ruined I came to the college as servant, but I never forgot my old employer because he was down in the world. I watched his son all I could for the sake of the old days."
So not related to him, but associated with him. Yeah, that tracks. Servants are so loyal in these stories (apart from when they aren't, I suppose).
Another person called Jabez.
"As to you, sir, I trust that a bright future awaits you in Rhodesia. For once you have fallen low. Let us see in the future how high you can rise.”
I mean... I'm not entirely comfortable with this turn of events. I feel like 'police officer in the colonial British Empire' is pretty low, in the grand scheme of things.
And I never was reminded what the rich kid's name was, and I think I'm going to leave it that way. ACD needs to stop forgetting character's names, it makes it far too easy to guess who the culprit is. Also, it makes all your characters more racist.
Is it that guy, that guy, or Mr Diddit?
Next time, The Solitary Cyclist, which is one of my favourites, so I probably won't be speculating as I've read it a lot.
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Hello! Are you taking matchup requests? If yes, I'd like to send one in for Obey Me
I'll go by ⭐. My pronouns are she/her and I'm demisexual
Appearance: I am South Asian with long wavy black hair. Usually tie my hair in a half ponytail at the back because I like how it looks and I don't really like the feeling of hair on my shoulders. I am 165 cm tall and reasonably fit
Personality: I'm calm, collected and hardworking. I can be a bit aloof and arrogant sometimes, but I make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am curious and perfectionistic, and I'm also pretty academically smart (though I sometimes struggle with impostor syndrome lol). The gifted kid burnout syndrome is catching up, though. People say I do have a bit of a cold facade, but once they get to know me, they say I'm much warmer and gentler than they initially thought. I care deeply for my friends and my family, so I'll do whatever I can for them. I do face a lot of pressures too from having to be the perfect oldest daughter, the therapist friend (despite psychology not being my major, more of a special interest) and from having to do well in school (as much as I enjoy engineering, it is kicking my ass low-key). It may not look like it, but I'm very much a romantic, but I'm more practical about it, if that makes any sense 😅😅
I often bake my closest friends and family a cake on their birthday with a silly message written on it. I also has a soft spot (special interest) for outer space and love to stargaze wherever the skies are clear. Don't know if this is important, but I do make some pretty mean South Asian food, if I do say so myself. My younger sister says that my Ras Malay especially slaps
Likes: Books, herbal tea, art, lofi hip-hop, video games, anime, drawing, spicy food, affogato, outer space, cats (tho I really like all animals)
Dislikes: Incompetence, unnecessary conflicts, bullies, fake friends dishonesty, cruelty, dog-eared book pages, anyone who dares threaten my family, loud noises, itchy fabrics, insects
Sorry this took a little while Nonnie⭐! Life got a little busy but here I am here to match you with!!!! *obnoxious drumroll*
Belphagor!
(Matched by Anon Angel 💜)
So, where to start? I think you and Belphie would get along well. The chill vibes with the Lofi- and the stars? Absolutely. Both of you would find time to relax in the conservatory behind the music room when life in the Devildom got a little too hectic, and well even together that wouldn't change. (bonus points for it being behind the music room so you can play some soft background music for mucho relaxed vibes)
Though you would probably get along super well with all the brothers, I think you would find your time around Belphie to be more grounding than the others' chaotic shenanigans. He would listen to you talk about the stars of the human world, (though it may lull him to sleep, not because he is bored but because your voice and presence are comforting and pleasant.) Or, he could even tell you the differences between your human stars and the endless night sky of the devildom.
Sure, he sleeps through most lessons and will dig at you for being such a straight-shooter student, but he will probably ask you for your notes over Satan or his other brothers. Partly because they are easy to understand and partly because it gives him more time to spend with you.
this really has little to do with the match but more bonus points so I'm going to add it here, you will never find any itchy fabrics anywhere around this boy, we all know he is the king of comfort! Only soft and pleasant fabrics here! Be that clothes, blankets or pillows he's got them all and if it means making you happy he would even share his favourite pillow with you. (though you may become his personal body pillow if you choose to nap with him.
I think Belphie would be there to help you break out of the mindset that you have to be the perfect, daughter, friend or student reminding you it's more than okay to just be yourself, take a break and let yourself mentally and emotionally recharge. He may be the youngest brother but he was still an older brother to Lilith after all, he can at least understand your burning desire to protect those you love and would be by your side to help you do so.
Honerable Mention : Barbatos
After talking over your ask for a while, Calla 💚and I agreed that the best butler in all of the Devildom would be a good match for you before deciding Belphie would be your main match so we made Barb your second choice/HM. Tea lovers? Check! We all know this man makes the best tea in all three realms. Not only that, he would also be calm and composed and help to keep you calm in return. He has his own elusive personality after all and it doesn't mean he's cold or heartless. Find yourself wandering off to the castle for some downtime from the chaos and just chill with Barb with some nice tea and a good, coherent conversation.
Hope you approve of the match dear!! Have a lovely day! MUAH! <£
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Hello! are matchups still open in your timezone? If yes, I'd like to send one in
Appearance-wise I am a 165 cm tall, average build, Bangladeshi woman (She/her and they/them pronouns please). I have wavy black hair that just reaches below my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez plus a hijab. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅
My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4
Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising
Sexuality: demiromantic asexual (demisexual?)
Personality traits: Calm, collected, polite, quiet, shy (but that can easily be mistaken for being brooding or done with everyone's shit (they aren't entirely wrong about the latter)) (someone told me I radiate black cat energy), not very facially expressive (I'm the most emotional emotionless person I know. I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for), a good listener, hardworking (I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out), intelligent (especially with numbers),
Hobbies: Making art, reading, writing, animating (I'm relatively new to animation. I don't know what I'm doing most of the time, but I'm still having fun), basically anything creative. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia, and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours, and overall vibe of what I draw/paint. I also make jewelry from time to time
Likes: Classical music, lofi hip-hop, indie rpgs (Yume Nikki and Off have me in a chokehold, though not as tight as Obey Me, Court of Darkness, and Twisted Wonderland), tea, creative outlets
Dislikes: Cruelty, anyone who would dare to threaten my family or friends, loud noises, red meat (The texture is too much for me to handle), bright lights
What qualities do you look for in a partner? It may not look like it on the surface, but I'm a huge softie, I'd like anyone who I can feel safe talking to. They don't need to be perfect, I just need them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I also would not tolerate it if my partner belittles me or if they're just mean or rude for no apparent reason
My love languages include making art for them and spending quality time
How do you want to receive affection? As I stated before, I would like them to put effort into helping me with my emotional needs. I already do that a lot with others, so I'd like it if they turn the tables on me. I would also like physical touch and words of affirmation, but I can't guarantee I'll know how to react to that at first 🥲. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to it
Yup yup! You got yours in on time no worries!
"I was hoping you would come ask for a matchup! You're always here supporting my events, so I'm very happy to see you again! Of course, I'm delighted to give you a matchup!
I think the perfect match for you, is Heartslabyul's own Trey!"
He's probably the most emotionally mature student at NRC
in terms of personality, you two are very similar and get along very well except for the way you two appear
peaceful smile boi with black cat energy you
he knows that despite how inexpressive you might be, you do feel things deeply and he's always there even when it's not very obvious that something affected you
he loves your drawing and paintings
if you allow him, he'd have some of your paintings hung up on the walls of his room
Trey is probably the safest person to talk to, and would never judge you or be mean to you in any way
he's so supportive and cares about you so much, and would hate if anyone mistreated you
honestly your entire relationship is so soft and adorable
you two are like couple goals because it's so cute and people can tell you two truly genuinely love each other so much
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Great person, bad teacher:
Donato: alright not exactly a great person, more like a great character. This guy has high IQ and EQ but he can, and will fucking play favorite. He can compliment student H for his handwriting while telling another student to jump out of the window because he's a disgrace to the education system. Who let this meanie be a teacher anyways?
Houji: you have to observe him very closely to understand what he wants to teach you (he does this on purpose). Takizawa is a very smart and hardworking student so he was able to keep up with him, the other would have a hard time to figure him out
Shachi: he's an old man so he talks a lot and often use difficult words. Ayato was struggling with his teachings at first
Yomo: he's not good with words so he expresses through actions. Kinda similar to Houji but Houji wants you to suffer, while Yomo will ask Uta "Am I a bad teacher because I don't know what to say?" and Uta tells him to get drunk
Arima: i dont need to explain this
Akira: high expectation, cold and may appear to be unsympathetic. You will be left behind if you can't understand her teachings. The higher ups paired Haise with her because he has high IQ so they know he can take her harsh lessons
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To Jamil, I don’t know how you’ve kept you true feelings hidden all this time. Every time you spoke I could feel the tense emotions coming from you. Honestly, I was relieved when I heard you say that Kalim wasn’t your friend, as it felt like the first time I saw your true self. And honestly, I like the person you are more than who you were showing yourself to be. You might not be a good person, but you are still incredibly charming, hardworking and talented. I hope we get to know each other more in the future, and maybe one day we could even call each other friends!
Reader already met them
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manipulation, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, family problems
Jamil Viper-A kind person
Walking down a corridor you made haste to get on time to your next class. Due to being stuck in your alchemy class because of a little accident you weren't able to leave the classroom on time. There was nothing able to stop you now from running. You didn't want to know what kind of crazy punishment Vargas would give you if you were too late to class. Probably something along the lines of running twenty laps. Running outside you saw the field and some students already standing there. Luckily Vargas was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly Jamil entered your field of vision. Handing you a letter he turned around and went away. Just what was that?
Dear prefect of the Ramshackle dorm,
for the first time in my life someone tells me that it is alright to feel this way and that I am allowed to be better than him. It is certainly different from what I'm used to. If I'm being honest, I'm still very angry that things are this way. The only thing that got better is Kalim not taking everything I do for given but that is all. So hearing that I am alright the way I am is something very precious to me. But what is the price for this? What do you truly want? I apologize if you wrote this with no ill intent but all my life had to watch out so that no one who wished the Al-Asim family harm would become one of the few ones that are close to me.
But enough of that. I sometimes wonder if the scholar described in the legends is truly you. You are so different from what is being described. Most of the time you are said to be a prideful and almighty person. But that is not true. You are just like us. Your letter is proof of that. Every single word you wrote shows emotion and understanding of a normal person. Getting compliments like being charming, hardworking and talented from someone like you is something greater than I could ever hope to experience. I do wonder though how you got that kind of impression of me. I only do my duties and learned everything I need to know since childhood. All for Kalim. All for him.
But you aren't like that, right? You wouldn't use a simple servant like me for your own benefit! I'm sure of it. So could you show me mercy? Could you do me this little favor? Until now I was only a tool which was meant to serve but with you I can be just me. Not the son of a family which served the Al-Asims for generations but just Jamil. So please stay close to me and only me. I can't bear to lose you to someone who simply doesn't care about you. Yes, lets be friends. Just us two. No one else and if someone would ever dare to intrude in our bubble then I will make sure that they will never dare to do that again. I can't allow you to look at someone else. You belong here. If I have to I will become your servant so that you will never have to lift a finger ever again.
Let's meet up soon. Don't you dare to make contact with anyone else until then.
Sincerely
Jamil Viper
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