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qiupachups · 7 months

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miles.g / wiles

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 👾💭

contents: general hcs, mention of his father’s death, i call 42-miles ‘wiles’, me sorta bullying him

a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown i’m finally posting my hcs. :3c (they’ve been sitting here since july)

Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.

Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.

Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.

... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.

Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!

A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.

Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where he’s often absent.

However, if he’s in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a ‘C’ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. What’s not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.

Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wiles’ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjects’ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.

Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. He’d be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.

Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. That’s a no brainer; he was fourteen— a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.

Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamí braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas aren’t that bad on the second watch.

Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). He’d love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamí and dad to see.

However, the christmas after Jefferson’s passing felt… empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.

After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that you’d know, of course— he intends to take that to the grave. But there’s also a deeper, darker secret… he can’t rap to save his life.

An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.

Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wiles’ 12th birthday, words couldn’t describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.

The shirt’s first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching ‘remove paint on shirt hacks’ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.

Wiles isn’t the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing… jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.

A secret lil’ side project: he’s trying and failing to replicate Jefferson’s mac ‘n cheese. It wasn’t the best, but it was his. Something’s always off when Wiles makes it and he’s not quite sure what.

Sure, cooking isn’t that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and it’s endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamí.

But, mamí didn’t raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky ‘!Feliz Cumple!’ written in too-sweet icing.

Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shit’s like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wiles’ skin crawl.

Luckily, he’s got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklyn’s more than enough.

a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this… erm. disjointed mess.

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loulouwrites · 2 months

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BIRTHDAYS . ALFIE SOLOMONS

summary: birthdays are a big event in the solomons household - especially when it's alfie's favourite daughter's big day. warnings: swearing, children being children, complicated family dynamics, fluff, alfie loves all his children equally (honest), unedited word count: 2.2k a/n: nobody asked for this but here's a lil birthday story. this is the last of the prewritten stories but there's definitely more to come. ( i wrote this three melatonin deep so, if it makes no sense, forgive me!)

Alfie woke up to what felt like a ton of bricks being thrown onto his stomach.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned, the bed bouncing up and down, jostling him from his sleep.

"Fucking hell," a little voice giggled from beside him and his eyes shot open at the sound. His daughter was kneeling beside him on the bed, already dressed for the day, wearing a frilly dress that reminded Alfie of a trifle, and pink ribbons in her - usually - wild hair.

"It's by birthday, dad," Bessie laughed, still bounching up and down on the bed.

"Have you already had your cake, Bess?" Alfie sat up begrudginly, leaning against the headboard, holding his arms out so Bessie could climb in his lap.

"Waiting for daddy," she pointed a finger at him in a way that reminded him of her mother, she was going through a phase of imitating everybody around her - it was endearing when she imitated her mum, less so when she imitated him.

"Well, we best get a move on, then," he swung his feet out of the bed, dragging the now three year old with him, her laughter drowning out the groan he let out due to the strain in his back from carrying the girl that seemed to get heavier everyday.

He carried her into the kitchen, ruffling Benjamin's hair as he passed him, the boy sitting quietly at the table eating his breakfast.

"Alfie, put her down," his wife warned as she fussed with the cake on the bench, little Noah perched on her hip, sucking on his thumb, taking in the scene. He was the calmest of the three children so far, he was only four months old, but Alfie swore he was going stay like that until adulthood - always calm, always studying those around him.

Alfie obeyed his wife, placing Bessie gently on the ground and walking to approach his wife, his daughter following close behind him, eyes fixed on the cake her mother was almost done perfecting.

He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, and then one on little Noah's hair, not oblivious to the toddler gripping onto his leg. He eyed the cake suspiciously, the colourful icing and decorations feeling like an assault on his eyes.

"What happened to a Vicky sponge? When did these things have to get all fancy?" He lifted a finger to touch the cake, but his hand was swatted away before he could reach - and ruin - it.

"It's the fashion now, old man, you need to get used to it," she smiled, raking her eyes up and down his body, her eyes narrowing. "Why aren't you dressed? It's nearly ten, Alf, party starts at twelve."

"Fuckin' hell, I'll go now," he groaned, reaching down to pick up Bessie from her place beside him, muttering to her as they left the kitchen together. "Your mum is so horrible on birthdays."

"Mum is horrible," Bessie laughed along, not really knowing what she was saying.

"It's not fair! Bessie got more presents than I did," Benjamin huffed, arms crossed over his chest from his seat on the sofa, his mother rubbing his shoulder soothingly.

"Will you stop your whining?" Alfie spoke to his son, he was sat cross legged on the floor, helping Bessie open the perfectly wrapped presents, the floor covered in floral wrapping paper.

His mother leaned in to her son's side, pulling him to her gently. "Yours were more expensive," she winked, earning a smile from the boy.

"A baby!" Bessie laughed as she opened her final present, the fabric doll with bright red hair and rosy cheeks making Alfie jump from his seat on the floor.

"Fuckin' hell," he took the doll from his daughter's hands, holding it up to show the other three people in the room. "It's uglier than Benny when he was born."

"Alfie!-"

"Dad-"

The mother and son chastised the man, the little girl throwing her head back as she laughed.

"We're the only one's with a sense of humour in this house, Bess," he muttered, handing the ugly doll back to her.

The doorbell rang at exactly twelve, and Alfie answered with Bessie dangling upside down in his arms.

"Oh, it's you," he said flatly when he saw the woman on the other side of the door.

"Bubbee!" Bessie shrieked, wriggling to get out of her father's grip, and he let her down as gently as possible, which wasn't easy considering she was upside down. Bessie slid ungracefully to the floor, picking herself up, unphased, throwing her arms around her grandmother.

"Happy birthday, Elisabeth," she smiled, and Alfie rolled his eyes, Bessie's head turned to him, a frown on her face.

"Who's Lisabeth?"

"Come in," Alfie turned before the woman could respond, speaking under his breath, "or fuck off home, I don't care."

"I hope I'm not too early," the older woman spoke as she trailed behind him. "I was told twelve."

Alfie ignored her, stalking into the kitchen where his wife was pulling some form of baked good out of the oven - she went overboard in his opinion.

"Your mother's here," he said in an overly cheerful tone, gesturing to where the woman stood behind him.

"Hello-"

The woman interrupted her daughter's greeting, moving to inspect the birthday cake that was now presented on a crystal stand on the kitchen table.

"Is this the cake?" She raised a brow, and Alfie lifted his head to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. "It's awfully fancy, you were lucky if you got a Victoria sponge."

His head snapped to his wife, who was now standing with a sly grin on her face.

"It's funny you should say that mum, because Alfie-"

"It ain't fancy at all," Alfie interrupted with a scoff. "Anyways, our Elisabeth deserves the best, don't ya, Lis?" He scopped his daughter up in his arms.

"Who is Lis?" She frowned.

The doorbell rang, breaking the awkward tension in the room.

"Thank fuck for that," Alfie sighed, carrying Bessie to answer the door for the second time.

In hindsight, inviting twenty people with twenty toddlers into their home wasn't the best idea. The house had been filled with screams of laughter and terror for the better part of two hours, and it was driving Alfie mental.

He didn't really like kids, he thought they were dirty, messy and stupid. His children were the exeption, they were clever and clean - even four month old Noah had better manners than some of these three year olds. If Bessie's birthday taught him anything, it was that the only children he liked were his own.

"You want a drink, Alf?" His wife's brother? cousin? asked him holding up a glass of whiskey from the other side of the living room.

"Don't touch it...mate," Alfie declined, shaking his head in disgust at the gesture. He was telling the truth, this day not only marked the birth of his daughter, but the last time he had a sip of alcohol - determined not to have a repeat of three years ago. He was proud himself for that, he had never been a big drinker, even in his younger days, but he never felt obligated to swear off the stuff until the day Bessie was born - whether it was because he felt genuine guilt, or the reoccuring nightmare regarding Ms Abrams and that Charles Dickens book, he wasn't too sure.

Bessie was asleep next to him on the sofa when his wife approached with a cup of tea, the little girl's mouth open, pink icing still smeared across her face, it was the first time she'd fallen asleep before her bedtime since the day she was born.

"Your family drinks too much," Alfie eyed the fathers in the corner of the room, growing more rowdy as the minutes ticked by, the expensive bottle of whiskey he bought his wife for his birthday now empty, barely a drop left.

She raised a brow at him, "is that a fucking joke? A Solomons is saying my family drinks too much?"

"We sell, we don't drink."

"You don't drink, your cousins on the other hand?" She shook her head as if she were trying to shake the thought of his family away. She had only met them a handful of times, at weddings or funerals, and she was happy to keep their interactions at a minimum, lest she receive another black eye from being shoved away during a drunken scuffle.

"My family are fun," Alfie protested, though there was no real fight in his tone. "Yours are drunk and stuck up."

"It's a three year old's birthday, Alfie. I'd take drunk and stuck up over hammered and violent."

There was a smile on her face as she spoke, his family was fun, though she would never admit it.

He kicked everyone out at five. throwing his arms up as he herded them out of the house, wishing them well and thanking them for coming, not caring about their response.

"Yeah, bye now, Rachel, by now," he said, closing the door on his wife's aunt before she could say anything in response. He slumped against the closed against the closed door, his forehead pressing into the cool wood, closing his eyes relishing the sound of silence.

"Alfie."

"Fuck," he shouted, spinning around to face his mother-in-law, who was stood directly behind him, her hat on her head and gloves on her hands. "You leavin' so soon?"

"It was nice seeing you, Alfie but I don't want to overstay my welcome," she offered him a strained smile.

"You?" His eyes widened, a fake smile on his face. "Never." He opened the door for her, not waiting until she had fully passed the threshold before slamming it shut.

The family were sat in the living room in silence, the chaotic mess surrounding them completely forgotten as they savoured the calmnmess that enveloped the house since the last guest left.

Bessie was still flat out at Alfie's side, Noah sleeping against his mother's chest.

"Dad?" Benjamin said from Alfie's other side, and Alfie opened one eye to glance at his son. "Is Bessie your favourite?"

"Now what makes you think that?" Alfie opened both of his eyes, sitting up carefully as to not wake the birthday girl.

"You say it all the time."

"Well...yeah, I suppose I do," he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "No, she isn't, because I don't have a favourite."

Benajamin offered his father a skeptical look, one that clearly said 'I don't believe you.'

Okay, the truth is, your sister needs more reassurance than you do," he gestured his son to lean in, whispering in his ear, "you're my real favourite."

Benjamin smiled a toothy smile, jumping up from the sofa and happily running up the stairs to his bedroom.

His wife grinned at him from the seat across from him.

"Liar," she whispered.

It was six o'clock when the doorbell rang, and everybody's head lifted to glance at the door from the dining room table.

"Now, who could that be?" Alfie rose dramatically from his chair, his eyes flickering in between his two oldest children, "I wonder if it's Bessie and Benjamin's big present." He strode towards the front door, ignoring his wife's panicked calling of his name.

"About time," he spat at Ollie, motioning for him to come inside, the present following behind the two men apprehensively.

The children were sat up straight in their seats when he returned to the dining room, a smile on his face, their hopeful expressions turning into ones of pure joy when they saw the four legged creature sat at his feet, panting happily.

"Please don't hurt me," Ollie whispered, his eyes fixed on the woman sat at the dining table, a scowl on her face.

"A doggy!" Bessie screamed, jumping down from her chair and running to kneel in front of the animal, Benjamin following her happily.

"It's fucking massive, Alfie," his wife spat, her arms crossed across her chest. "Where did it even come from?"

"Funny story that," he pointed to the Ollie, then to the dog. "Ollie found it, behind the bakery, getting beaten half to death by some cunt, poor thing...truly fucked up what happened to it...and Ollie brought it into the bakery," his wife glared at him but he continued on, "yesterday all this happened, why I was so late home."

"What happened to the owner, dad?" Benjamin asked, patting the happy dog on its head, laughing as she leaned in to lick his face gratefully.

"Well..." Alfie cocked his head to the side, "gave 'im a little warning, didn't I? He won't be harmin' no more dogs, let's put it that way."

"Can we keep her, mum?" Benjamin asked.

"Well I can't say no now, can I?" She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest, unmoved by her children's cheers.

"What's her name?" Bessie asked, hugging the dog around its broad shoulders.

"She don't have one, yet, thought the birthday girl should choose," he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't she look a bit like bubbee?"

"Bubbee!" Bessie squealed, "Name's bubbee!" The dog lurched up at the sound of her new name, knocking the toddler back as it licked her face gently.

"Fucking hell!" Bessie laughed, and her mother's eyes widened.

Alfie's eyes locked with his wife's, and he pointed to the little girl.

"Favourite," he mouthed.

#alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons fanfic

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 1 year

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Remember that post that said u wanted to write that one, the reader goes into puppets/welcome home dimension?

I got u!

Can I request a Welcome home crew x reader, the reader from our world just looking at the website and suddenly blacks out. Then they open their eyes to see the puppets looking down at them! :D

Welcome Home x Reader - A Whole New World (and a Whole New Back Pain)

Not proofread! Thank you for the request! I'm definitely in my isekai sort of phase right now right x readers. For this one I'm just going to assume the reader hasn't discovered the hidden secrets of the website yet. Clown said we're only 5% in, so when we're closer to the end I'll do a remake with the reader knowing all the spooks and secrets (plus, it's really fun to just stick to the happy-go-lucky tune for now)!

I don't know what blacking out is like so I kind of just wrote random feelings instead. Hope that's okay!

P.S., This focuses more on Y/N than the characters but I'll make a sequel that focuses on them more!

Words: 1353

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: food, mentioned kidnapping, mentioned death, injury

You were sitting at your desk when it happened. It was nearing sunset; a bowl of two-minute noodles sat cooling beside your laptop to serve as tonight's meal. Scrolling through social media, a sudden notification popped up on the screen. It was from a friend of yours.

Opening the message up, it read, "hey! Check out this website I found!" Attached to the message was a link to a cheerful looking website. Your friend described it as the link to an old and near-forgotten puppet show your parents had taped on VHS. You used to watch it together when you were really young, apparently.

Opening it up, you were sent to a title screen of sorts. It featured a little red house with a blue roof and yellow chimney. The website invited you to click on it. Doing so, you were revealed the real meat of what was inside.

The next half-hour or so was spent perusing the website. Some of the characters vaguely rang a bell; you remembered something about a guy called Frank, but you also thought there was a child, so perhaps you were making it all up. Maybe that was Wally.

Eventually, though, you were hit with a sudden drowsiness and a sick, twisting feeling in your stomach. Assuming hunger pains, you reach for you food on the desk. It would have gone completely cold, but you would have to deal with it. Fork in hand, you lifted it up to your mouth only to-

Only to wake up in bed. Strange; you never remembered going to sleep. The last thing you remembered doing was getting bad hunger pains and eating your noodles. Though you assumed you had just passed out in bed and not remembered anything.

You rolled around in bed. You were too tired to get up just now. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard something - or someone.

"They're waking up!"

What in the hell?!

You instantly bolted upright only to be hit with a horrible pain in your spine that sent you back down again. Groaning in pain, you rolled over onto your side and opened your eyes to see... People? No. Monsters? Maybe. No, they were definitely puppets.

Looking up, you saw you were surrounded by them. They were all different shapes, colours, and sizes, but shared the same look: concern. Concern for your wellbeing or concerned because their meal just woke up you didn't know, but you didn't plan on staying for long enough to find out.

Again, you tried to sit up, ignoring the excruciating pain in your lower back. It was then that you realised this was also not your bed you were in. No, this was much larger than you could afford and had a red wood frame with feathers carved into the head.

Your first thought is that you've been kidnapped. Your second thought is you've been kidnapped by puppets. Instantly, you try to heave your way off the bed, only to be caught by a pair of arms. Well, two pairs of arms, actually.

"Hey, hey! Calm down!" Looking up, you saw a tall, green puppet looking down at you. He slowly placed you back down on the bed. Taking a closer look at his facial expression, he almost looked scared.

"Wh- what are you?" you whispered. You didn't care if it sounded rude, you'd rather be rude than clueless.

"I could ask you the same question." You turned to look at the source of the noise to see a different puppet. He was of medium height (for the puppets, of course) and had grey skin. Or felt, for that matter.

"What?" you replied.

"Well," the puppet began, "for someone who fell out of the sky, you sure seem fine."

Fell out of the sky? What was this guy on about?

"Wait, I what?" you asked. The puppets shared a look.

"You don't remember?" another puppet asked. He was about the same height as the grey puppet, but had yellow skin and red hair. "There was a lot of yelling."

"There was?"

Safe to say, you were confused. How could you have fallen out of the sky and not remember? Unless you suffered some kind of head trauma, which would explain why your back was in such pain. But if you truly fell from the sky, wouldn't you be dead?

Eventually the puppets managed to calm you down enough for you to not try to run every chance you got. They told you their names, and you told them yours in return.

There was Howdy, the one who had stopped you from running away and hurting yourself; Frank, the grey one who had told you what happened; Julie, the one who had come to help you first; Poppy, whose bed you woke up in and who cared for you while you were out; Eddie, who was the first to actually notice something falling from the sky; Barnaby, who had carried you to Poppy; Sally, who had kept the morale up for the other puppets while you were out; and Wally, who had assisted in taking care of you.

You found them all to be very interesting in both their appearances and personalities. Sally, who you had been informed was once the brightest star in the entire sky, was a rambunctious, creative soul always ready for an adventure and new ideas. She often proposed imaginative but impractical solutions to your back problem.

There was Julie, a kind and fun puppet with long blonde hair. She was always playing some sort of game, or editing one to allow you to join, even when you didn't quite trust her. Her favourite to play with you was Patty Cake, because it was simple and could be repeated as many times as she wanted. Sally liked to join in on that one for the singing. You were surprised she knew what it was.

But no matter how intriguing you found the puppets; they were always more fascinated by you. They constantly asked you questions about who you were, where you lived, what life was like. Howdy was very interested in the 'Click and Collect' system you had at your local supermarket. The ability to know someone's order beforehand without even a telephone was incredible to him.

Frank was by far the most interested. He was always asking you questions while you rested in Poppy's bed. At one point he left for about fifteen minutes before coming back with a whole bookshelf's worth of books. How he managed to carry it without breaking apart you had no idea, but he looked strained.

Frank had sat the books on the floor and started going through each one, repeating his questions only to throw the book away when it didn't match what you said. He ended up with every book thrown in the messy pile by the end of it and was quite angry.

Everyone was surprised with how similar but how different your worlds were. Things like recipes, games, and speech were all the same and yet you had all this technology they didn't, and they had whole species you didn't. Howdy was shocked to know he could never exist in your world, and Sally was upset to learn that she would only ever be a ball of gas (though she felt a bit better when you mentioned how huge they were).

But more than anything they were surprised with you. The first time they saw you eat was fascinating. Sure, (for the sake of the television show) they can eat, but not like that. What you were doing was just plain weird by their standards, with your odd moving of these 'muscles'. Wally had asked you what you were doing with your mouth and was shocked (and a little disgusted) to see your teeth.

The day seemed to go on forever in this little town you were informed was called Home. Poppy was too big for her couch, but refused to move you, so you ended up sleeping next to her. It was comfy, if not a little suffocating.

I'll be making a part 2 for this!

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dabiscrustyfeet · 1 year

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Hiiii! (I’ve looked everywhere to see if your asks were open or not, but if they aren’t or you’re busy or anything like that, please ignore me!) I just had the idea of “what if MC already had a pact with Diavolo when they first arrived at the devildom cause they’d met him when they were a kid and he became fond of them since they had no one to look out for them” and was wondering if you could do the brothers’ reaction to that? I love love love your writing btw!!

AaAAAAhhhH this is so cute!! And I’m glad you like my writing love. So very sorry this is late though

GN MC who had a pact with Diavolo before coming to Hell ft. the sins

You were a young child who had nowhere to go. Your parents, who you never met, have abandoned you at a young age, and you had only yourself to fend for. The people of the village pitied you, and the other children steered clear from you - afraid they may live like you. You learned to trust nobody or get too close and comfortable with anyone - you feared they’ll leave you like your family did. A young child you were, yet you had the mind of a wise person - you grew up too fast.

You lived near a forest you always went to, the smell of the leaves and the wind calmed you. You were still trekking through the forest and it felt like hours. You were trying to find a little shed or something to stay in - you hoped your fantasy books were saying the truth about random houses in forests.

To your luck, you found a shed of some sorts. It wasn’t run down, just a bit old. There was some ivies on the door and parts of the walls, and the windows were blackened. With some hesitation, you opened the door and quickly ran to the side, in case something was in there. When nothing came out the door, you peeked your head to the side. You were ever so grateful the sun was shining, illuminating the inside of the shed.

The shed had what looked like a sofa [ which you were definitely not touching ] and some sort of kitchen. You took a step inside and saw that in the far corner there was a bed. However what caught your eye was a shelf full of a few books that was next to the bed. All of your wariness faded away and you ran to the shelf. You always loved books : each different book took you to a different world to live in.

Pulling a book from the shelf, you blew off the dust and inspected the cover. It was black with gold accents adorning the spine, and a strange gold marking in the middle of the cover. You looked for the title, but there were none, not even a blurb. Opening the book to the first page, there was a warning, telling you not to venture further into the book, however, you payed no heed. You were bored, and curious. You turned the page slowly, and saw a whole passage. You didn’t recognise the language, only a few words – you reckoned it was latin.

Now, you loved reading, but there were no pictures. Or any interesting patterns : you were still a child, you like drawings. Skipping pages, you were trying to find something that intrigued you. A page suddenly fell out : a page too old and tattered to be part of this book. There was a massive black pattern in the middle of the page– it looked as though there was blood on the paper. In a large font was a passage under the pattern. There was warning written above the passage. It seemed as though the one wrote the warning was desperate when writing this, though you had overlooked the warning yet again.

The passage seemed to be written in red ink – or was it black? The colour seemed to change, yet you were not phased. You read the passage under your breath. As soon as you uttered the last word, the temperature in the shed suddenly dropped. The door was opening and closing, as if there was a gush of wind. The windows rattled, and the trees outside swayed violently. You did not understand what was happening, but you were terrified. You cursed yourself and wished that you had listened to the warning. The black pattern on the page seemed to move from the page to the centre of the room : rapidly growing in size. Crawling with your heart in your stomach, you huddled in the corner of the room. Legs to your chest, you looked at the centre of the pattern with a pounding heart – something, or someone, was taking shape and manifesting in the room.

You felt a burning sensation all over your body. Teary eyed, you held your legs tightly, gritting your teeth, so you do not scream and alert the manifestation. The pain was unbearable - your head felt like it was splitting, your body was trembling and your hands had little bloody crescent shapes from digging your fingers in your skin. Oh if you hadn’t touched that book, you wouldn’t have been going through such pain.

The creature took the shape of a man, and slowly but surely, you could make out his features. Dark skin adorned with gold jewellery, but the feature that made you sick to your stomach the most : horns. Two great horns resting on the mans head – gold covering the tips. Horns were associated with demons, you knew that, and you tried to keep your breath, lest he heard you. The man looked around the room, looking quite puzzled. Not a second later, his eyes widened, and he looked in your direction.

The two of locked eyes. You opened your mouth to scream, but not a sound came out. The man, however, was wondering how a human, a child at that, succeeded in summoning him. He saw the terror in your eyes, and to your surprise, his horns and the two pairs of wings he had disappeared : he was now wearing a dressing gown, seemingly looking a lot more human than before. He sat down in the middle of the room, not breaking eye contact.

‘I wont hurt you,’ he said softly, giving you a soft smile. One would say that it was hard to believe this … creature, but you could not help but feel safe in his presence. It was almost terrifying. You sat where you were since he never asked for you to sit next to him. ‘You know, nobody managed to summon me here, they all died in the process. I didn’t expect someone to succeed, let alone a child your age,’ he spoke. You stayed silent : it was obvious you didn’t trust him yet.

‘Is there anyone here to look after you?’ He asked. You looked down, hoping he would just leave. It seemed that he understood somehow that you were alone. ‘Well, I suppose I should at least introduce myself. I am Diavolo, the Prince of Hell,’ he said, lips curling into a smile. You froze. Hell? That’s impossible. Your little hands trembled. A little whimper escaped your lips, and the man felt your terror. His eyes softened and he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

‘Don’t kill me please,’ you pleaded softly. Tears ran down your face, and the demons heart broke. ‘I wont, and I can’t,’ he said. You looked at him in confusion, and he chuckled softly. ‘I suppose I should explain. While i was being summoned, did you feel an immense pain?’ You nodded, unable to speak. ‘Well, it seems you are the first human that ever succeeded in making a pact,’ he said. A pact? You didn’t know what that was, and he seemed to know that too. ‘A pact is a contract between a demon and a human, except the demon cannot hurt the pact master, there are repercussions for that. The human usually benefits from a pact more than the demon, really.’

You thought long and hard of what he said, and he did say that he cant kill you. You looked at him, no longer feeling afraid, and walked to him, taking very cautious steps. Sitting down in front of him, you asked him ‘ Can a pact master ask the demon to do anything?’ Diavolo looked at you with a soft smile ‘Yes, they can ask anything.’ You fell silent, hesitation evident in your eyes. You then asked, no louder than a whisper, ‘Then, can you take care of me?’ Diavolo’s eyes widened a fraction, but without any hesitation, he agreed to take care of you (with the knowledge of a time lord of course)

•••

Many years have passed by being taken under the care of a demon prince, you were ever so grateful of him and happy that you asked him that question.

It was when you came back from your work place that you felt so exhausted. You did remember Diavolo telling you to make sure you get plenty of rest and that you don’t overdo yourself. Deciding that sleep was the best option (since you thought that working overnight was a good idea), you made your way to your bed and plopped onto it. You ended up falling asleep pretty quickly dreaming of all things food, blissfully unaware to the absolute quackery that was going on down below.

You woke up soon later on cold, hard ground.

Looking around in shock and confusion, you felt an overwhelming presence, and so you looked behind, showing nine demons, each with their powers overflowing and making you feel dizzy. A deep voice spoke to you and said, ‘ Welcome to the Devildom, human’. To say that you were shocked was an understatement, and the fact that you couldn’t see their faces made all the more terrifying. In fear of making a mistake, and fearing for your life, you didn’t utter a word.

‘Aaww look at how small and adorable they are’, a sultry voice piped up. ‘Do I really have to be here? Why is it even necessary?’ a whiny voice added. You were getting a little unsettled so you slowly got up from your spot on the floor, and slowly approached the demons, enough to see their faces, your heartbeat in your ears, but to no avail, so you stayed where you were.

‘Ayo thats a cool tattoo ya got there - hey Lucifer d’ya think i can get one,’ one of the demons said. From what little you can see, his hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were a beautiful sea of gold and blue. Yet, you subconsciously tried to hide your arms, surprised that he could see your pact mark.

‘No. And I’m pretty sure your job as a model wouldn’t allow it, Mammon,’ the demon who was called Lucifer replied, with a grumble coming from his brother. ‘Anyways. What is your name, human? I do believe you have quite a few questions as well,’ Lucifer asked you.

‘Um… MC. My name is MC,’ you replied. A scoff was heard and the owner of the voice spoke. ‘I don’t even think we’re going to address them anyway, so a name is not needed. You’re just a mere human, in Hell.’

Lowering your head, you realised he said Hell. If this is Hell, you thought, then that means that- a loud laughter cut through your line of thought. ‘Now, now Belphegor, no need to be so hostile to the human. Besides, this human is special, isn’t that right MC?’

Raising your head, you took a further step forward, and you were able to see each and every demon that was present. Lucifer, had a stern look on his face, worn out and looking very much like he was on his tenth black coffee for the day. Mammon, who looked truly like a model, dark skin and blue-gold eyes making him look more like an angel. Leviathan, who wasn’t even paying attention, more interested in his phone and only taking a glance. Satan, who looked very interested in you, as if you were some sort of specimen. Asmodeus, who, clearly, didn’t seem to have any pure thoughts going through his head, if that blush and that smile was anything to go by. Beelzebub, who had a little smile on his face and a lollipop, seeming to acknowledge you. And Belphegor, who looked at you with pure disgust, a glare never leaving his face.

You looked over at the person who lightheartedly scolded Belphegor, and you saw two demons. One with an air of professionalism, Barbatos, and the other, had a huge smile on his face, who you recognised as Diavolo. A smile like his broke out on your face, and Diavolo seemed happy that you were here. He opened his arms, and you ran and hugged him. Safe to say, that all the demons in the room had their jaws on the floor.

‘WHAT??’ Levi exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two of you. Mammon had to look at his brothers to see if they were seeing the same thing as him and Belphie thought he was going to puke.

‘Barbatos?????’ Lucifer stared at said butler, confused. All the butler did was smile and say, ‘Avatars of Sin, this is MC, the only human being who managed to make a pact with Young Master and survived’.

Lucifer

Fainted from the shock

When he woke up again(courtesy of mammon), he had a look of disbelief

‘How??’

Does this mean he’s got to obey you?? A mere human??

My bros pride is crushed.

Drowned his sorrows in wine

Obviously this attitude changed when you ended up in a pact with him

Bros still salty tho, cuz every time he tried to kill you, you’d just start saying ‘Denziens of the darkness, heed my call’

Shuts him right up and walks off 💀

Really impressed that you managed to withstand the pain of the pact when you were a kid tho

Hes got your respect

Mammon

Very impressed.

He’s nodding in acknowledgment

However, cuz we all know he is the one who warms up to mc first, he wont hesitate to run behind you if lucifer is chasing him

Or whenever a deal of his goes wrong- off to MC we go

Once you get your pact with him, he a little bummed that he’s not your first

Wont hold it against you, he’s still really impressed with the pact you have with the prince

He worries about and respects you even more when he finds out you were only a kid when the connection happened

Honestly loves diavolo’s pact mark- its shiny and he likes shiny things

Takes pride in the fact that although dia is your first, mammons pact mark is over your heart, and that really is everything he’d ever ask for

Leviathan

Shocked, confused, flabbergasted

Bro had to do a double take

Thought he didn’t hear Barbatos properly

Overall, he is pretty shocked, but gets over it the quickest

Quite likes looking at the pact marks on your arms, and does trace over the patterns (art inspiration for him)

He once copied your pact markings on a huge a3 paper once with you, and accidentally summoned diavolo himself

The two of you looked at each other then back at diavolo’s and just shrugged

Gaming marathon with diavolo was quite fun

He never will draw your pact marks again tho that appearance took years out his life.

When he got a pact with you, he actually quite liked his own mark, and decided to draw that instead

Still likes to trace those marks on your body, whether they’re his or not. He finds them interesting

He has stars in his eyes when he realised that you were a child who survived the pact connection tho

Satan

Shocked, confused, flabbergasted ch. 2

This bitch is quite judgmental about it for some odd reason

He did clock that there was something wrong with them ‘tattoos’ of yours

Didnt expect it to be a pact though

My bro looking you up and down, giving you a stink eye

He honestly thought you’d be someone like lucifer (bro meant that as an insult)

Does find the pact marks to be quite interesting though

Remember how good old Stanley satan kept threatening you? Roll your sleeves, display your marks = dominance asserted

Once he’s got a pact with you, you are now going to have all the marks rated one to ten. (Obviously ranks his first like any self respecting demon, but hates the fact that mammon’s is over your heart)

Whenever once of his schemes against lucifer backfires, he also runs to you for shelter.

Loves the look on lucifer face when he sees you, but got his smile wiped off his face when lucifer just walked up to him and caught him by the scruff of his neck like a cat

You can hear this guy taking off (with you in his clutches)

Good luck getting out of the father-son squabble mc

You’re going to need it

Asmodeus

When bro laid his eyes on you, he found you hot with them ‘tattoos’

When they turned out to be pact marks, found you even hotter

He’s always trying to get you to show off your arms- what do you mean its under -30 degrees mc?

Honestly he’s the only one who doesn’t seem that shocked (he is, he’s just good at hiding it)

Always has these lotions and creams to make sure you pact marks look fantastic

Also whenever a lesser demon is bothering you, he just walks up to you, rolls up your sleeves, puts some non sticky lotion on and goes like ‘ you forgot to put some cream on your arms mc, we wouldn’t want Diavolo’s pact mark to not look good now don’t we~’

Makes the lesser demon run off with his tail between his legs, and that is also how a lot of demons don’t try you (they think you’re a short tempered person smh)

When he has his pact with you, its as if Diavolo’s pact mark ain’t even there 💀

Bro attention is on you and his pact mark and makes sure you take care of it properly.

He’s quite alright with the pact marks tho, but also hates that mammons is over your heart

What do mean you cant move the pacts around MC??

Beelzebub

Impressed ch. 2

He doesn’t really mind or care, he’s just hungry

But does wonder if it did hurt, he does know that the pact from any royal would hurt depending on how much magic you know

The one time he almost killed you, he was soo guilty to the point where he just followed you around apologising profusely.

Doesn’t look at custard the same way (was it custard that he was upset about i cant remember pls correct me if im worng)

Wondered why you didn’t use your pact with diavolo

Turns out you just forgot in the heat of the moment.

Once you get his pact, he quite surprised at how big it is on your lower back. Honestly thought that Diavolo’s would be the biggest

Oh well, he quite likes it (his mark not dia’s) and likes to touch it sometimes

Still quite impressed when you manage to make diavolo pop out from thin air

Thinks that you can get diavolo to drag barbatos with him so that he can get some food.

What do you mean it don’t work like that mc?

Belphegor

Disgusted

First you’re a human and now you’ve got a pact with the himbo.

Any respect he had for you went down the drain.

Say he managed to kill you like in the game, and you don’t use your pact, so you ascend, he’s basically shook that you didn’t use your pact, but diavolo does come pretty quickly since, y’know, he felt his connection breaking

If not, then he’ll be salty, he will keep inconveniencing you, maybe try to kill you idk

How did you put him in his place, you say?

You gave no warning and summoned diavolo, who (thank the lord) was confused. ‘Oh hi mc, Belphegor, whats up?’

Shuts belphie right up, but he only behaves when he’s there

Once diavolo fucks off, he goes back to being a little hoe, so you just summon beel right in the middle of his insults.

Cue sad beel noises ‘why cant you get along with mc, belphie?’

Soo, he fixes up his behaviour (only for beel he says)

But he does end up warming up to you eventually (also because he like to tell you to order diavolo around for his entertainment smh)

Also uses you as a scapegoat whenever an anti lucifer scheme backfires

Seems like everyone be using you as a scapegoat, huh?

Bonus:

Solomon

So many questions

How? When? What kinda attitude towards him did you have?

Bros getting all the information he can get to see if he can make a pact with lucifer (and now maybe diavolo)

Someone stop him before he gets caught by barbatos

Pretty damn bummed when he realises you were a child when the pact was made

Asks barbatos whether he can turn him into a child

Gets a dirty look in return

Seriously tho wth did solomon do to barbatos

Simeon

Verrrry impressed

Also concerned

Are you sure it doesn’t hurt anymore mc?

Knows how much it does hurt for the pact master when the connection is given, especially if they have no magical experience

Will massage your arms and body to give you some relief of tension

He so sweet wth 😫

May or may not give you ideas to mess with diavolo

There’s definitely something going on between them (bro wont hesitate to piss diavolo off)

Luke

First off, he a kid

What does a kid do when they see someone remotely intimidating or scary

Get scared

He was honestly quite afraid when he found out you had a pact with diavolo

Thought you were going to unleash your scary power on him (pls i love him so much 😭)

When he realised you’re not as shady as solomon, he warmed up to you real quick

Always baking with you and cute shit like that

He’s still a little wary about the pact though, so he does try and placate you if you get mad

Poor thing thinks you’re going to summon diavolo and make the prince do something to him

Please reassure the kid

Finds it concerning that you had to go through so much pain AND that you were a kid when the pact was forged

Like simeon, he also gives you massages, or bakes you cookies for you

(He so adorable 😭🖐️)

Barbatos

Already knew

He knew the second Diavolo disappeared

Bros like ‘something just happened’

Still, you’ve got his respect. A human successfully forged a pact with his master, and a child no less. Very cool

Will not hesitate to put you in your place tho

Unlike the brothers and the angels, he’s not afraid of diavolo, and possibly is more powerful than the guy

Has the power of time in his hands, so he knows you don’t hv the guts to summon diavolo.

Does warm up to you ( after making sure there is not one possibility where you will take advantage of the Young Master)

You do have to watch your step though.

He wont hesitate to cast you out to the human world if need be

Diavolo

When the connection was being made, he was so baffled.

How on earth was his first question

Then he saw you and was very concerned

How did this kid summon him? And how are they still alive- oh shit they’re scared

Once he calmed you down and explained everything, he became batman decided to become your father

Of course barbie had to help with all of that (no offence but the guy would end up killing you accidentally with how incompetent he is in raising kids)

He did go back and decide to rio the summoning circle apart, he don’t want another person to come and successfully forge a pact with him.

He does try to suppress a lot of his magic even more than he did when you were younger so he doesn’t overwhelm you and your body.

In short he regulated his power not to kill you

Most stressful years of his life honestly

He had to regulate his emotions and make sure that you learn basic magic too on too of being a Prince and doing princely things

Was happy when you became an adult

Bro sat down and just let his power go to what it was before you.

Still, he does respect you and does try to teach you some more magic and potions when he has the time

Also spoils the absolute heck out of you, regardless of your age

To him, you’re still the child he took in years ago

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me!#obey me swd #omswd mc #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me nightbringer

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I've learned to be neutral about other people being religious, but my own experience with it was definitely coloured by my issues with my dad. He was a proper Edgelord Atheist, loathing religions as a whole and christianity in particular, never hesitating to remark about how stupid and backwards or primitive it is. My mother didn't care either way, she only talks about god when she talks about gardening. So he was the only one in the house with any strong opinion about it. And yet, me and my sister were babtised, put into a christian daycare for a while and then put into christian religions classes at school.

I always loathed religion classes as a kid and didn't know why, I hated hearing about it and having to put up with it and always felt like the teacher is just insulting us by lying right at our faces, about something that surely nobody actually believes for real. My childhood best friend was put into the non-christian option despite of coming from the same kind of a vaguely culturally christian background as I did, and I envied her intensely for it. I asked repeatedly to get to go to the non-christian classes as well, and was told "no", because my mother didn't think that letting your kids do that was an option even though my friend's parents clearly had already done it.

I had a serious Edgelord Edgy Atheist phase in my teens, and was wrangled into going through confirmation anyway because Everyone Else's Kids Are Doing It Too. The aforementioned friend got to go through a non-religious version of the same thing, which I had not even known was an option, so I didn't think to ask for it. Being wrangled through jesus classes as a 15-year-old bag of spite who was only marginally self-aware enough to avoid physically wearing a fedora, I was not a pleasure to have in class.

My father was physically present in the house until I was 14, until my mother finally accepted that this man's presence might actually cause physical harm - his drunken attempts to cook almost caused a fire, and he drove drunk with me and my sister on board once - and he reluctantly agreed to be removed from the picture. His absence at home made no impact nor difference in our daily life, the man who sleeps in the spare room just wasn't sleeping in the spare room anymore.

We saw him frequently enough after that, he visited us for family events and joined us for outings. At some points I tried to bond with him, over mutual interests and passions, even tried to prompt him to join me on snide remarks about religions that he used to make all the time, but he would not. He refused to bond with his children even over mutually hating the same things. It slowly occurred to me over time that the reason why christianity had played any role in my life was because he had never, at any point at all, moved a finger to stop it. Harmless or not, he had no instinctive desire to move his children away from things he considered bad. He had hated it enough to make it known that he hates it, but genuinely just did not care enough to consider not letting him children grow up in an environment he loathed.

My father died when I was 17, and I never really mourned him - not out of hatred, but because his death had hardly even altered the empty absence that was his presence in my life. I had grown up with religious classes trying to tell me about a loving god, and I had not understood why I had hated it, why I felt betrayed and lied to. My relationship with the christian god I was taught to understand has been exactly the same as my relationship with my father.

Desperately shrieking into a void that is so vast that not even my own echo would answer, and knowing for certain that the dead silence I'm hearing in return is the complete, absolute absence of a loving Father.

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of timeless love {h.j.} | track 1

©March 2023, February 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 2.6k

Synopsis: You and your annoyingly adorable boyfriend Jisung move off to university, to make new friends, find a calling and learn how to live on your own for the very first time in your lives.

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You, 6 years ago, wouldn’t have bought this romantic af, straight out of a fairy-tale storyline.

You going to University? With the love of your life? Like the picture-perfect couple, smiles glued to your face? Nuh-uh. Not you. Not in this lifetime and most likely not in the next dozen—if you ever were so unlucky.

Family, love, college. All of it was bullshit. Temporary.

Nothing good ever lasted. If anything, a dark twist was already lurking around the next corner at any given moment. You couldn’t imagine a dimension in which you were ever happy. Let alone content.

Your 14-year-old emo self would never grow out of the jet-black hair. Or the countless piercings decorating your face. Or those cole-coloured ripped skinny jeans you wore like a second skin. So much you knew. Past-you only ever wanted to gloom through life in a hazy blur. Depressed about My Chemical Romance breaking up and all the other hardships life had already put you through.

That girl would have despised who you had become. Hair grown back to its natural colour. Wearing shirts without some underground metal band’s logo printed on the front. That girl would have likely made fun of you for even thinking about grades. And your future? If you ever had one, your 14-year-old self knew it would include nothing but darkness and despair.

Every teenager around you went through that phase, though you were sure it was more than that. A phase. A short and survivable part of your story. You fully and whole-heartedly believed nothing would ever change about your attitude towards life. It couldn’t, not after everything that had happened.

Overcoming that horrible chapter of your life seemed unimaginable. That you even got the chance to reach out and grab your future by its horns only had one reason. One person who was to become the most meaningful part of your life. Of the same future, he was the reason you even considered having.

Han Jisung.

A boy of innocence and noisy introversion. A boy who, despite having lived through similar trauma as yourself, had a will for life toxic enough to capture you. A boy who you became sure was the closest thing to a soulmate you would ever find.

No one could have prepared you for how hard you’d fall for Jisung. You loved him at his best, worst, and everything between. And you had fallen in love with him despite his lousy sense of humour and silly persona. Or maybe, you had fallen for him because of it. Because he had a similar story to yours but an opposite look at it.

Your 14-year-old, always-depressed, doom-certain-self could have never imagined being with someone like him. Let alone being head-over.heels. All while doing what? Watching him do something so mediocre and none-life changing as buying toothbrushes?

“I don’t know. Which ones do you think?”

Jisung presented you two indistinguishable packs of toothbrushes, waking you from your daydream. Thus, the blurriness faded and your eyes focused on the tiny words on each cover.

“These,” you decided on the left option. “Those bristles are too hard for your gums.”

“Oh, we definitely can’t have that.” With a dramatically disgusted expression, he returned the wrong set to its place on the shelf. “I want to keep at least some of my teeth.”

“Thankfully,” you agreed with a snicker. His words cracked you up more than they should have.

No doubt, your 14-year-old self would have hated yourself six years later.

“Okay. What else is on that magic list of yours?”

“Microwave popcorn and some instant ramen. And we should get some notebooks and highlighters for tomorrow. That’s it.” You listed the remaining articles off the slip of paper while crossing out the products you had retrieved from the hygiene section. “Should we split up?”

“Nah. That’s how they die in horror movies. And I’m not going out in the food court of a 7/11.”

“Fair. How about the Back-to-School aisle then?”

Jisung pondered his reply as he wandered past toothpaste and mouthwash. “Too many pens for people to draw penises on my face. The cleaning section, however? That’s a whole other conversation.”

“How come?”

“Well, there’s bleach and mops already. Also, buckets. So they can simply wheel my corpse away.”

As you walked by the pasta and other canned foods, you picked up a tray of ramen each. For convenience, if anything. Had it not been for the thinness of your wallet, you would have gone for fresher produce. So much for independent living.

With an intensive focus on your absurd conversation—Jisung listing places he would most likely die in if he were a character in a horror movie—you didn’t notice a tray of stacked goods blocking the path. It wasn’t until you bumped your shin on the square-edged tower that you finally took notice.

As a wave of pain swallowed your leg, you left out a shriek. “Gosh freakin’ dang it!”

“You good, baby?” His concern was genuine, though he couldn’t help smiling at your desperate attempt not to swear. “Let me see.”

Jisung kneeled in front of you, noticing a reddening wound once he had dragged the jean fabric up your leg.

“Just a bruise.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one feeling like your skin is being dragged off your flesh.”

“No. But I can make it better.”

He rose to his feet, arms hugging your frame as he picked you up without any effort. You giggled as he heaved you into the cart, careful not to squish the food.

“What are you doing?”

“No girlfriend of mine should have to walk when she’s in pain,” Jisung explained, helping you get settled. Pushing the crushable goods out of the way, you sat on the cans. Not the most comfortable seating, but it worked, nevertheless.

“Damn, those other girls are lu-cky.”

Jisung was pleased at how casually you had joined in on his joke. A smile formed on his lips as he pushed you along the shelves of seasonal produce.

You soon reached the Back-to-School aisle. There you took your sweet time deciding on notebook formats and highlighter colours. It kept surprising you how much fun it was to go grocery shopping when done with the right people. Everything was about 50 percent less boring because of Jisung. Jisung and his ability to find something ridiculous in anything and everything.

After you had made some other critical decisions—like which folders would make organising the year easiest, the ones with dogs or flowers in front—you finished up your school-supply-run.

When you reached the cash register, you noticed the strange looks the other customers gave you. Two young adults strolling through a supermarket, pushing each other in grocery carts? Definitely side-eye-worthy.

Maybe you would have cared more had you not been so enticed by Jisung’s mindless humming of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You.

“What?” Jisung questioned your glances as he started unloading the items from the cart.

“Nothing.” You joined him, unloading all the trays of food you had picked minutes earlier. “This feels weird. Going grocery shopping together. Feels grown-up somehow.”

“We go grocery shopping once a week,” he declared with a thoughtful pout.

“But that’s different.”

After you had emptied out your purchase, he wheeled you further down the band. The woman behind the cash register seemed equally interested in you as all the customers. Soon enough, she continued doing her job.

“You mean because we didn’t have to pay for it ourselves?” He held his hand to his heart as if heartbroken. “I miss your dad, too. Always so kind, paying for all our stuff.”

You chuckled at his playful sincerity.

“No, idiot.” As Jisung reloaded the cart, you payed for this week’s necessities. “Because we’re grocery shopping on our own, living off at uni. We have officially moved out of our home, living in the big city. It’s— new. That’s it.”

As soon as you had reached the exit, you picked reached for the strawberries, unable to abstain any longer. Strolling towards his car, you handed one over to your boyfriend while sucking on your own. Like the gentleman he was, Jisung helped you jump from the car and you packed everything into the trunk.

Once you had placed the cart back by the others, you finally headed home. Or rather, the dorm room you would be living in for the next four years.

You weren’t at that point of calling it your home yet.

A comfortable silence surrounded you throughout your drive. It remained while you stacked away your half of the food back at your place and lasted until you finished. This sort of silence wasn’t uncommon these many years into your relationship—you hardly noticed it anymore.

“Man, all this talk about horror movies makes me want to watch one.” That you hadn’t mentioned this topic for over 30 minutes seemed irrelevant.

“But you’re horrible with horror movies,” you pointed out.

“Not when you’re there to protect me.”

An hour later you were sprawled out on your bed, the last sweet strawberry long gone.

With your legs entangled, Jisung’s face rested on your chest as you massaged his scalp. After minutes of fruitless discussion, Spiderman was now webbing his way through your laptop screen. In the end, it really didn’t matter what movie was playing. It never did as long as you were with each other.

Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Jisung had fallen asleep on top of you. His faint snoring was now mere background noise as you followed the plot, ehich wasn’t as simple as it sounded. Your energy was more than drained from running around all day.

Only three days ago, you had still been back home. Packing for your upcoming move to a new city, two hours from every place you had grown up in. The one thing keeping you calm throughout the stress was your sweetheart-boyfriend. To no one’s surprise. He was the only person able to keep you sane when all you wanted was to scream and cry. Had you not had him by your side, you would have drowned in all the noise your brain usually produced.

His ability to calm your nerves when you needed him to—know when to make you laugh or when to distract you from your everyday stresses—surprised you to this day. You couldn’t begin to explain how you had been lucky enough to find someone like him. Someone you loved as much as you had seen your parents do when you were younger. Let alone how he loved you the same way, almost self-destructively so.

Your 14-year-old self would have called bs. But that girl was someone else—you, but in another lifetime. You but pre-Jisung.

When the door to your room rushed open, it pulled you from your quiet slumber. You had turned off the lights earlier to set the mood but still knew the intruder was your roommate. Besides you two, only Jisung knew the code to your dorm—a decision you had previously discussed with your new roomie, of course. Seeing as he was knocked out on top of you, you could cross him off your list of possible visitors at 8 pm on a Monday.

Adapting her eyes to the darkness, she checked her surroundings before tiptoeing into the room. The light remained off as she expected you to be asleep.

“Hey,” you greeted the dark-haired beauty, making her jump in surprise at the sudden noise.

“Fu—God! You scared me.” With one hand over her heart, your roomie calmed herself from your unexpected jump-scare. Once her heart rate had settled, she slipped out of her heels and left them by the end of her bed. “Is he asleep?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, letting your finger run along his jaw to check. He didn’t move, so you knew he was most likely out for the night. “Long night?”

She gagged with an eye roll, pulling her jeans off her legs and exchanging them for grey sweatpants. “Don’t get me started. I haven’t even started writing my thesis, and it’s already kicking my ass.”

You watched her as she also changed out of her dress shirt and into an off-the-shoulder crop top. She slipped into a pair of sneakers while making her way to her dresser where she sprayed herself in a cloud of perfume.

“You’re leaving again?”

“Yup. I spent so much time at the library today, I apparently neglected,” she air-quoted with an eye roll, “my girlfriend. At least that’s what she said.”

“The things we do to keep our loved ones happy.”

“Exactly.” Unleashing her long curls from a tight ponytail, she ran her fingers through them for a few seconds. Her beach-waves veiled her face, so she pushed them behind her ears to instead frame her near-perfect features. “Anyway, I’m staying at hers tonight, so don’t wait up for me.”

“Okay,” you agreed with a yawn, your roommate replying with a deep chuckle.

The past few days, you had mainly spent in your new room, settling in and getting ready for the start of the semester. You liked planning ahead, knowing your life was organised to a T, so you could focus on the important stuff. Your studies, and your boyfriend.

Your roommate seemed to have most of the same priorities. She had gone out every night since you moved in, be it to study at the library or spend some time with her better half. However she managed to squeeze in all the partying? You had no clue. You could only hope some of her togetherness rubbed off on you. But then again, never judge a book.

“I’m going to take you out one of these days. You are not going to be sitting inside all year. Not on my watch.”

Spending the first two days inside, you must have looked like the biggest couch potato ever.

“Sounds good.”

As she waltzed towards the door, you grabbed her attention one last time. The hallway lights blinded you with their brightness, framing her curves in a halo.

“Oh, and Hwasa?” She turned to face you, looking like she had jumped straight off a Vogue cover. How she did that without trying was a mystery to you. “Can you not tell Wheein he’s sleeping over? I wouldn’t want my first warning on the third day already.”

“Babe, as long as you’re my roommate, my dorm-supervisor-girlfriend won’t dare write you up. Just don’t set anything on fire, and you’re solid.”

With that, she waved goodbye, leaving you and your boyfriend alone. Well, apart from the ever-so-handsome Tom Holland, who somehow made full-body suits look like a reasonable choice of clothing.

Not soon after, your eyes fell close, sending you off into a deep rest.

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waxingrunes · 5 months

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Does ur HC Sirius wear make up? And if so, what’s his fav makeup products /routine, do you reckon?

I don’t think he does a full face often and has more days where he’s not wearing makeup than those where he is. I think he’s always got some sort of lip balm on hand which Remus will steal through kissing him directly after application, or just pout his lips at him so Sirius will get the hint and apply for him.

But as lip balm isn’t makeup, I see him going through experimental phases with it depending on his mood. If he’s feeling soft and feminine, he’ll do a full skin routine and make sure his lips are faintly lined in skin-match lip liner to make them fuller. I don’t see this being represented often, but I think Sirius would like a plain gloss and thin liquid liner if it’s a light day for them. It’s not excessive, obvious makeup. Maybe some very very faint glittery powder pressed into their eyelids too.

He’s not too bothered about a coloured lip but when he wants it, they know the exact shade of red lipstick/stains that work with their tone and has bought it in every product, regularly leaving kisses on Remus’ skin or sticky notes for him to find. I can see him being afraid of mascara but still using it, smudging a tiny bit of black liner with his fingers but then taking five whole minutes to carefully apply a thin layer of mascara.

Remus definitely applies his liner for him even though he’s fully capable, and he definitely allows Sirius to make him up every so often.

#ask #wolfstar #sirius

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celticcrossanon · 5 months

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BRF Reading - 8th of January, 2023

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 8th of January, 2023

Question: Is King Charles going to abdicate this year?

Not the reading I was going to do, but one that I needed to do to clarify some of the cards that were coming up in the year ahead readings.

Interpretation: He is conflicted about it.

Card One: The Three of Wands.

This is my card for the passing on of power within the monarchy. The picture is of King Pelias offering the crown to his nephew Jason (Jason has to go on a quest to find the Golden Fleece before he actually gained the crown). This tells me that King Charles is thinking about abdication. It also tells me that if he does abdicate, his heir, Prince William, will face some testing times ahead between the abdication and his (William's) coronation.

It is interesting that the picture on the card shows the King offering his crown to a red haired man. I feel Harry vibes from that picture. Prince William will definitely succeed King Charles, there is no doubt about that, but I am picking up envy and hatred from the red haired man, and also fantasy thinking (wands are creativity, and fantasy thinking falls under that).

I have never seen the card this way before but tonight the red haired man (Jason) looks extremely arrogant and full of himself to me, and the black haired King looks humble and crushed, as though he has a lost a war to the red haired man. I think that Harry is fantasising very hard about being King and having his father humbling himself before Harry, I also have suspicions - nothing else - that Harry may try to interfere in any decision made by his father about abdicating and - I want to say sway the decision in his favour, but that is not possible. Gah! Harry definitely has thoughts and fantasies about this matter that are coming through along with King Charles thinking about abdicating.

Card Two: The Six of Cups.

This is the card of nostalgia for the past, childhood, and children. The energy of the King's children (William and Harry) is coming through strongly here, as is a longing for what is seen as the happier, peaceful days of the past when the two boys got on and supported each other (I think King Charles is seeing the past through rose coloured glasses here).

The energy is of a desire to return to those days, to live out his life in peace with his two sons supporting each other and working together for the good of the monarchy, to be able to retire knowing he is leaving the monarchy in their capable hands. For some reason the energy is of both sons, not just one son. King Charles wants both his sons to be living together in harmony before he retires. He is not willing to the crown over to Prince William while there is antagonism between William and Harry. There is a definite reluctance to do that coming through, although that may change if he decides he wants peace more than he wants to be King.

The energy of this card, very strongly, is a desire for peace and a return to the rose coloured days of the past where he had both sons working together in harmony and supporting him.

Card Three: The World.

The World is a card of ending, of one phase of life coming to a close while another opens, of carrying a project through to a successful conclusion and sitting back and reviewing the results. King Charles is definitely thinking about ending his time as King. There is an energy of 'Do I really want to leave something that has been the goal of my entire life' and another energy of 'I am so tired, I just want to rest and be done with all this stress and bother'. The energy is unsettled. Nothing is decided. King Charles may want an end to the stresses that come with being King, but I don't think he is quite ready to give up the position just yet (another few weeks/months and he may be - the energy s almost there but not definite as yet, and if something good happens it could push him in the other direction and he may decide that he quite likes the job after all).

Underlying Energy: Five of Wands.

This is a card of conflict, competition, and arguments. I think that King Charles is very conflicted about what to do. He wants peace, but he also doesn't want to leave while things are in a state of conflict.

The card shows a red haired man and a black haired woman, who give me Meghan and Harry vibes, attacking a green dragon who is holding a golden fleece. To me, this speaks of Harry and Meghan trying to attack and defeat the Waleses (the symbol of Wales is a dragon, albeit a red one) and wrest the prize of the golden fleece, the position of being the next King, from Prince William and his family,

This conflict, between William and Harry, will be the reason why King Charles does not abdicate. It is worry over this conflict between the Harkles and the BRF (in general terms) ad between his two sons (in specific terms) that is influencing his decision - on one hand, the stress of it all makes him want to leave and let someone else deal with it, on the other hand, he feels it is up to him to sort this out as he is the father. There is also a minor energy of not wanting to leave William to deal with this by himself, but I don't know if that is because King Charles wants to protect Prince William or if it is because he is worried about what Prince William will do to Harry if King Charles is not around. It could be a mix of both.

Conclusion.

King Charles is definitely thinking about abdication. He wants to return to the peace of the past, where he had two supportive sons and none of the worries and stresses of being King. He definitely longs for peace, that is a very strong energy from this reading. King Charles's energy feels old and worn and just plain tired.

I don't think King Charles is quite ready to give up his position as King, but he may come to that decision soon (i.e. sometime in the next few years). His main concern appears to be his sons and the conflict between his sons. He definitely wants his two sons to get along and support each other, and as that is not happening, he feels that he has to sort things out before he can rest.

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fleshbarbie · 10 months

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imagine .... eddie dating a girl (you) who looks like she just got a time machine in from the 60’s … with your padded headbands that all have different patterns on them, your baby blues and baby pink eyeshadows dashed across your eyelids, always paired with black liner adorning the crease and a light blush dashed across your cheeks. your closet full of miniskirts of every colour, berets, babydoll/shift dresses, coloured tights, go-go boots and your quirky accessories.

your got strange looks from people now and again, especially people the same age as the both of you who couldn’t understand why your style and taste was so old, but you never let it get to you, which was one of the things eddie loved about you. with him being the ‘social outcast’ for being so different to everyone else around him, it was a nice comfort to have you, someone who didn’t exactly fit in either, but weren’t phased by the lingering looks and hushed whispers when you glided down the halls in your 60s attire. as long as you had eddie, who enjoyed your distinctive look, then you couldn’t care less what others thought or said about the way you looked.

you were always playing 60’s music when he was around, trying to get him give into the temptation of admitting okay, 60’s music isn’t all that bad. he’d usually go home with a catchy tune in his head now and again, not finding it in himself to be annoyed at you for it when you looked so excited to share your love for the music with him. you even made him a mixtape at one point with all your favourite songs on it; mama said, shout, act naturally, be my baby, respect etc.

you enjoyed talking to wayne about the 60’s (i assume he’s like mid 40s? maybe idk if his age has already been confirmed so forgive me if this is a mistake !!) so for him, the 60’s were his prime with him being in his twenties. you could listen to him go on and on about the atmosphere back then, how different times were, for both good and bad reasons. and wayne would never be one to hold back, loving to sit back and reminisce whilst you and eddie were curled up together listening intently.

your room was littered with posters of iconic women from the 60s. twiggy here, sharon tate there, aretha franklin by your vanity, and a framed, signed photograph of aubrey hepburn on your dresser that one of your relatives had managed to pick up for you, for your birthday. he would admire the collection sometimes, whilst you were downstairs getting the both of you something to eat or in the shower whilst he got comfortable in your bed. a very big contrast to the metal posters he had scattered his bedroom, but he could see why you looked up to these women so much, they were definitely badass in their own ways.

you sat him through many 60s movies, your absolute favourites being valley of the dolls and breakfast at tiffany’s. you always compromised though, promising if he sat through the whole movie with you, you would watch the latest horror that had just been released at family video, a deal he would never turn down. an extra hour or two with you cuddled up whilst you both stuffed your faces and shared kisses ??? he’d be a fool to turn that down.

he would never admit it, but your love of the 60s was rubbing off on him quite a bit. it took him awhile to understand it, not having a clue about that time when you first met, but with the months you had been together, you had taught him a lot, and slowly, there were parts he grew to love about it too. the music mostly, though they would never compare to his beloved rock bands he head banged to every night, but he stopped complaining when you reached over in his van and pushed in the mixtape you had made for him.

what he didn’t know, was that you already knew you had won him over. his lip syncing wasn’t as concealed as he thought he was.

just a little something to ease me back into writing for this fandom, i've been in such a 60s mood lately & this just came to mind ! i hope you all like it :)

#stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #stranger things drabble #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson drabble #hi im back

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claudiasescapesubmarine · 1 month

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Rewind the tape- Episode 7

What's a favorite look of yours?

Definitely Claudia's red power-sleeves

I just love this look so much, especially when contrasted with how she looked in the beginning of the episode, wearing a beige cardigan, light green shirt, and neutral plaid skirt.

She adopts a younger look here, almost reflecting her teenage years, although those can never really be returned to again, as evidenced by hair, which, though down, is rolled up on the front left side. She's aiming for a more inoffensive, girly, dutiful daughter appearance, something that can blend into the background and escape Lestat's notice.

From "Bloody Fashionable: A Costume Analysis of AMC’s Interview with the Vampire" by Eliza Niblett:

As she gets older, red and other warm tones feature more heavily in what she wears, which usually contrasts Louis and Lestat, who are more often seen in neutrals and cooler colours. The red clearly reflects her violent and ruthless nature, but by setting her apart from Louis and Lestat, it also highlights her isolation, which leads to a drastic plan. (x)

When she puts on the bolder red, takes out her earrings, and puts her hair fully up, she is now ready to make her moves against Lestat, and wants to be noticed by him.

I also got that same red shirt and tie three years ago when I was going through my 40s fashion phase, so that may be why I'm also partial to it :)

#vampterview #spark in the dark #rewind the tape #claudia #iwtv #interview with the vampire

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tarotmundomonde · 1 year

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Year 2023 Love reading

pick a number 1-5 OR pick a colour: 1-orange 2-green 3-yellow 4-blue 5-red Hope you enjoy!

(ps. this reading is for practice, fun and entertainment as always)

Welcome to pile number 1. Looking at the cards, this year one of the biggest themes in love and romance for you will be to love who you are and to know your worth. You could find yourself tested in these matters. There is a strong need to know and follow your vision and to be in the mind space, where you truly believe you deserve the best and will attract the best. When you truly love yourself and believe you deserve the best, it will affect your aura in a positive way. It's like people will sense that they shouldn't bother to come to you and offer you just a fling or friends with benefits, because there is something about you that just oozes that you are calling in true love. So this year is a good year to pay more attention to your energy, to find balance and harmony and to be in that state. Know what is important and have courage to release your negative and limiting beliefs about love. That's why healthy boundaries is also a big theme for you in love this year. Because when you are in that space of self-love and you truly believe you deserve the best, if someone comes in with no intention of giving you love, you will naturally say no. So this is a year of letting go of negativity, of the situations you don't truly want to be in in romance and to have healthy boundaries. All of this will lead to an overall natural improvement in your love life. You could feel a major boost up in your energy level. It will also make it much easier for you to be in the love vibes and the good vibes and to just have fun and be yourself. You'll also feel much more relaxed. So doing the inner work will benefit you a whole lot. Now, looking at the cards, there is definitely potential for you to meet someone this year, to possibly enter a love relationship, if you haven't yet. Overall, what is coming through is that sometimes it's better to first step back and just let things happen, let the other person act first. There is a reminder of paying attention to that other person's actions. There is potential here for you to attract someone like-minded, someone you'd feel relaxed around. Someone you'd feel comfortable around and both can be themselves with each other. Innocent love that truly makes you shine and feel so high. It could make you feel lucky, too. Also, love is about the little things for you this year, how you express your love and appreciation to each other. Overall, this year luck is on your side and you have divine protection as well. And as always, don't forget to leave some feedback, if it resonates with you.

Welcome to pile number 2. Looking at the cards, this year one of the main themes in love and romance for you will be cycles and patterns and healing. Whether you are single or in a relationship, relationship patterns will be in focus for you this year. It's a year for you to confront your own shadows and to see your own bad habits and patterns in love, to become aware of any self-sabotage tendencies you may have. And then to do the cleansing work. Because it looks like you could be somehow influenced by outside influences, be it social media, the media, peer pressure, projections, etc. So take your space and make some space to focus on self-care. That is the way the divine can also do and work much more wonders and magical healing on you. Actually, looking at the cards, your pile is filled with green. So perhaps pay more attention to your heart chakra this year, and for example maybe do some heart chakra healing or wear more green or carry something green. Also, there is a focus on nature and eclipses, the moon cycles, cycles and phases. The cards are telling you to celebrate the cycles and to be open to new experiences in love. You are called to shine and welcome in healing, blessings and love. It seems you could be receiving a lot of signs from the divine about love wanting to find you. After all, what's for sure is there is no doubt that you are experiencing a spiritual blossoming this year. A year about you finding your way back to your path in love, your connection to the divine and to follow your path in love. So a year of major energy cleansing and healing and also, divine guidance, healing and protection. Also, looking at the cards this is a year for you to restore and re-tap into your natural enthusiasm towards love. And a part of it can be dreaming about love, so try to dream about more positive things in love, try to imagine and dream about positive things happening to you in love. In general, if you wonder would love show up this year, the cards are saying love could enter your life this year. There are opportunities for you in love, don't settle for less. Actually, your reading is screaming love and romance. The Universe wants you to know there is true romance and true love heading your way. And that love endures. If you are in a relationship, it's the same. Whatever relationship patterns you need to work on, true love endures. Also, know that whatever needs to come to light, will and that whatever healing needs to occur, will occur. And as always, don't forget to leave some feedback, if it resonates with you.

Welcome to pile number 3. Looking at the cards, this year one of the biggest themes in romance and love for you will be healing and empowerment. First of all, there is no doubt that positive and high vibrational energies are making their way to you and into your love life, but first comes rest. You need first to focus on yourself, to rest and relax and just breathe. Looking at the cards it seems the biggest obstacle at now for you would be your thoughts. For some of you your desires could be causing you a bit of obstacles in love. For example maybe you want to find love but don't trust divine timing and that could cause some constrains. So it's important for you to clear your mind and to tap more into your heart, to tune into it, to trust it, to listen to your intuition. So learn to just rest and relax and go with the flow. Let love find you. This year is all about healing for you, all about rising from the ashes. Your love life wants to come to life, but first comes you. Healing, growing, transformation, empowerment, strength, rising and shining and expansion. That's what this year is all about for you in love. The cards are also talking about like attracts like. If love is what you want, make space for it. For example when you see someone you like, instead of avoiding them, maybe just look straight at them. And also, let them give you loving attention. Overall, looking at the cards, there could be new love coming in and ready to expand this year for you, once you are ready. There could be some exciting news coming in. Maybe some invitations, maybe new people. There could be some flirting coming. There could be a focus on the other person's actions and vibes. There could be much movement going on in your love life this year and major energy shift. Much could be going on and many surprises. Also, another message coming through is success and happiness are coming your way. That's why clear your mind and enjoy and celebrate life and love and all the blessings coming in. Romance is coming. And as always, don't forget to leave some feedback, if it resonates with you.

Welcome to pile number 4. Looking at the cards, this year one of the main themes for you in love and romance will be wisdom. You will have new doors opening in love for you, if you are single, maybe more than one suitor. But there will be new doors opening and like the cards are saying, new doors are not opened with old ways of doing. For example maybe you've said yes to friends with benefits in the past thinking it would lead to romance but it never did and so the cards are saying you need to choose a new door, if you wish for the outcome to be romance, as old ways simply won't open new doors to romance. So you need to take your time to properly reflect on your situation. You need to be honest with yourself, if you wish to make positive changes in your love life. This year you could find yourself being caught up in some drama, so once again it's important for you to be honest with yourself. There seems to be some sadness and disappointments in love present and a part of being honest is to be honest about your feelings and emotions, to embrace them. And it's not just about you, it goes the same for them, too. Their feelings are what they are. But remember kindness, no drama. In general, kindness is coming through in your reading. Also, for some reason the cards are reminding you that kindness can simply be friendliness, it doesn't mean there is anything romantic behind it. And another one is that kindness should come from the heart, with no hidden motives. The cards are also talking a lot about looking at your foundation and stability for love. Are you truly ready, are they ready, do you share common ground and so on. It seems like you are hoping to create a home with someone, but also that it will be important for you to feel at home around the other person and that you want to call them home. Also, it looks like you wish for love to be found near home, so you might be not into long distance of any kind. There is definitely a focus on overall wellness and wishes regarding your love life. But overall this year could be a year of a breakthrough for you in love, the time is right. And it's all about taking time to reflect and to be honest with yourself and change your ways. You could make great progress in love in that way, especially when it comes to habits and patterns. You really have the opportunity and the cards are showing it clearly that if you grab that opportunity and do the honest work, it very well could result in new love this year for you. Because it looks like new love is around the corner, but it's up to you to not be mislead but to choose differently. And as always, don't forget to leave some feedback, if it resonates with you.

Welcome to pile number 5. Looking at the cards, this year it looks like there will be possibilities for you in romance and love. It seems this could be a year you could discover new opportunities in love, but first you need to find your courage to be free from desires and temptations. Don't try to push things and just have the courage to go with the flow and to be free. Be honest with yourself about the true dreams you have requiring your love life. Just because things in your love life look one way at this moment, doesn't mean it's all there is. For example just because you are single today doesn't mean you'll be single in three months from now. And also, when dreaming, use your creativity. Allow yourself to be completely honest about what you truly wish to see happen in your love life. It's easier then to attract all that good to you. Actually, in this pile there are strong messages about creativity and inspiration. And about being authentic. Because if you somehow send conflicting messages for example through actions and words, then that's what you'll attract. But when you are authentic, you'll attract someone authentic, too. Looking at the cards, it looks like you could meet someone you could click with well this year. But it's something you more feel than know, it's more a heart to heart connection, so it's all about listening with your heart. It kinda seems that maybe you are expecting some kind of more clear sign or something and so the cards are implying that the way to know is kinda, when you can read in between the lines and hear what is being said, even when not using direct expressions. Something like that. And there are strong red flags as well and temptation showing up in this pile. A third-party situation is possible, but remember, if somebody is truly into you, they wouldn't participate in it. And that goes vice versa, if you keep your options open, there is no reason why they couldn't, too. Another theme coming through for you is family and tribe. Maybe you just hope to find your soulmate or get married and have kids or maybe this year it will be a theme to introduce someone to your family, etc. You might also experience some kind of peer pressure in matters of love this year. Especially when it comes to looks, to beauty and fashion and to what is considered attractive. Actually, looking at the cards you could find yourself in a situation, where you have this shared thought with others that your person should look a certain way but find yourself attracted to someone's inner beauty instead. Anyhow, there is definitely potential for you to find love this year, as love is showing up in the cards for this pile. There could be some challenges and obstacles as mentioned before and clarity will be a big theme as well for you this year, especially personal clarity. And as always, don't forget to leave some feedback, if it resonates with you.

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

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