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akutasoda · 1 month

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good evening. first of all, again, congratulations on 1k, thats a big milestone! (for me at least) and im here to request for the 1k event ^_^

i figured the event doesn't really have a theme, so id like to req a small oneshot of aventurine and reader with the 4th prompt of this post with heavy angst if you could do. thank you, and have a nice day!

if only i could've told you sooner

synopsis - you want him to know, especially if he doesn't have long left

includes - aventurine

warnings - gn!reader, heavy angst, no comfort, maybe unrequited feelings?, hints toward suicide + death, wc - 689 a/n: thank you!! if you're reading this you better check out ezel - writing is *chef's kiss*

anyone with half a brain could realise it was practically a suicide mission - even if it wasn't intended to be, that was obviously the back up plan. it's like the saying 'if all else fails', if the plan didn't work out you knew damn well aventurine wouldn't mind placing his life on the line to achieve the goal he had his sights on. you both knew that, even if he didn't tell you.

'how long do you reckon then' you stared his slumped over form down as he shuffled a small deck he kept on his desk 'mm don't know but i wouldn't plan to stay long' he sighed before letting a small smirk crawl onto his lips as he made eye contact 'why? you worried you'll start to miss me?'. now it was your turn to sigh, and mask the genuine concern, 'as if. just means i get your paperwork if you're gone too long' he let out a small laugh 'ouch. i'd hoped atleast you'd miss me'

he left not long after to prepare for his stay in penacony, leaving you all alone in his office. you closed your eyes and sighed yet again, you knew damn well that any mission that had aventurine on it would result in him making an outlandish bet that would always affect him if he lost. it would be a good couple of amber eras before you even dared to admit, but you cared for him. his self destructive behaviour kept you on your toes because you truly wouldn't know what to do if he lost one day - he didn't deserve the fates he put on the table for the sake of the IPC's demand.

your eyes caught sight of the mission file laid carelessly on his desk and you picked it up to throw into his trash can on the way out. aventurine had picked up many skills, one of which was the ability to grasp a very accurate reading on people so he knew you cared. he knew you'd throw away that file if he left it and he knew you kept little trinkets he gave you or a note as a memento to what he dare say was a friendship. a friendship that oh so clearly had the potential for more.

it was true. you'd kept most things aventurine gave you: notes he'd send you on long missions, small gifts he'd bring back from across the galaxy, and even the card pack that won you your first game against aventurine. however those were just material items. no matter how much you could keep, if he truly lost a bet on his life you wouldn't be able to remember him the same. nothing could even begin to compare to seeing him in person, even if he drove you up the wall sometimes.

in honesty, most of your memories with aventurine are encapsulated inside your phone. it wouldn't be uncommon for you and aventurine to hang around each other especially at IPC event's and sometimes in a rare moment you can catch aventurine in a photo with you - and it's not aventurine one of the ten stonehearts, it's aventurine. your favourite is a more recent photo of you and aventurine at the most recent IPC event, you can convince yourself that his smile isn't a facade and he is truly happy in that moment.

aventurine has exactly ten minutes before he's set to depart to penacony. you haven't seen him for awhile because he's been too busy ensuring the transport of the cornerstone's was successful and all the other bag's he didn't need on him, and as you stare at the photos of you and him you realise something. at this point you don't care that he might not reciprocate your feelings, but you want him to be aware. you want him to know for sure that there is somebody in this unforgiving galaxy who loves him, especially if he may never return.

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allthelovehes · 2 months

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Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

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A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

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miryum · 1 year

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Snack Saver (Newt x Reader)

You know the drill folks, it’s fic dumping time. I have three coming out right now (all shorter than I would like them to be) and a request I have yet to write.

Warnings: fluff that I crave, reader being in theatre (can be high school or college) and being a upperclassmen

Newt sat at his desk, engrossed in his maths homework. He had to finish this and then his history homework, along with studying for science.

Just as Newt was getting into the zone, his phone pinged. He groaned but left it on the other table. Soon after, his mind forgot about it and dove back into his work. However, his phone soon pinged again. Then again. Then it started ringing.

Sighing, Newt twisted around and grabbed it. Seeing the caller ID, his frustration lifted a bit and he answered it.

“Hello, love,” Newt said to his girlfriend.

“Thank god.” Y/n breathed, immediately making Newt’s heart race in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Y/n laughed slightly at his concern. “It’s just, I’m at theatre practise…”

“I know. Do you need anything?”

“Yes, actually.” Newt could hear Y/n’s anxiety from the other side of the phone. “It’s a late practise; we end around six pm. And I forgot to bring snacks. I was wondering if you could drive over with some food?” Newt let out a little chuckle, which Y/n took the wrong way. “Or you don’t have to!” She quickly backtracked. “I’m so sorry! I’m sure you were doing more important things and I just thought-”

Newt shook his head, even though Y/n couldn’t see it. “No, love, it’s okay! I’ll bring a couple of snacks. It’s just… I love you.”

Y/n, confused but happy, replied, “I love you too, Newt. Thank you so much! I’ll wait outside the school for you.”

“No need. I’ll come in and finish my homework so I can give you a ride home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I’m your boyfriend. I don’t need to, but I want to.”

“Thank you, Newt.” Y/n said, sounding genuinely thankful and relieved.

“You’re welcome. Bye.”

“Bye!”

Newt scooped up his homework, binders and textbooks weighing him down. He then went to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks he knew Y/n would love. Loading it all into his beat-up car, he coaxed the engine into starting and headed down the road. When he reached the school he had only left an hour earlier, Newt piled up all his things and trooped inside. Y/n was waiting for him outside the auditorium, her foot tapping nervously. “Oh, you’re here!” She rushed towards him, grabbing the food out of his hands and ripping open a package.

“Love the food more than me?” Newt chuckled.

“Right now, yes. But thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Y/n reached up and kissed Newt on the cheek.

“Be very hungry,” Newt answered, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Y/n laughed and led him into the auditorium. The other people in the play were sitting about, taking a break before the next scene. The couple was greeted by a chorus of, “Newt!” and “It’s Y/n’s boy-toy!”

Y/n waved them off while Newt called out, “I’m only here on a snack emergency!” Some cast members groaned at the response while others laughed.

Newt settled into a seat next to Y/n’s backpack as Y/n gave him a peck on the lips before running towards her friends with her pile of snacks.

During the next couple of hours, Newt hardly got any school work done as he sat, memorised, at his girlfriend. His pencil was poised over his paper, never fully completing a thought, but he didn’t mind. Newt was happy simply watching her perform. Y/n came to life while she was onstage, as he had told her many times before. When Y/n wasn’t rehearsing, she sat next to Newt, head on his shoulder as they quietly conversed, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two while some freshmen looked on with jealousy.

After Y/n’s rehearsal was finished and she had said her goodbyes, Newt shouldered his backpack and led her to his car. “Thank you again, Newtie,” Y/n whispered as they walked, Newt holding her hand gently.

“Anytime. If you need anything, at any time, call me. It could be midnight or halfway around the world, and I will always be there for my love and forever partner.”

“Really?!” Y/n looked at him, wide- eyed.

“You think I would ever give you up?” New shook his head, chuckling. “Never.”

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renegadeknucks · 5 months

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Do you hav any knuxadow headcanons?!Id love to hear them ^.^

I do! Here you go :)

Knuxadow Headcanons

Shadow likes showing up at completely random times of day on Angel Island, and the two can normally stand around for hours just watching plants or various pretty sights. They're very comfortable being in silence around the other.

They're very big stargazers, both having a connection to the stars so unlike anyone else's. Shadow spending long days and nights watching the stars with Maria, and Knuckles seeing the stars as a way to be close to his ancestors. They often sit on the Master Emerald, talking about different constellations and star patterns each had researched in their own unique ways. Neither of them get the explanations entirely right, but they have a good time.

Shadow is one of the only people Knuckles will trust to watch the Master Emerald for short amounts of time, and Shadow didn't show it but he damn near cried when he was given such an honor.

They both secretly love cuddling, it seems to be the only way either of them can actually get a good night's sleep.

Knuckles sobbed when Shadow gave him a genuine, loving compliment for the first time.

They often do their own versions of traditions they'd learned growing up as a way to stay close to the people they've lost. Shadow's customs are a little outdated due to being the 50's and Knuckles really isn't sure about a lot of echidna customs due to never having the means to properly celebrate, but the two just celebrate together. They just want to see the other happy while doing things they've dreamed of, even if it would seem strange to any spectators.

The two spend a lot of their time gardening. Knuckles might spend a bit too much time infodumping about each plant on his island and Shadow might not understand half of what he's talking about, but he loves how passionate Knuckles is about what makes him happy.

Knuckles planted and raised both lantana and lavender without Shadow knowing, and made a little bouquet of them to give to him on their first date.

Shadow absolutely loves putting black lipstick on and kissing Knuckles so that it stains his fur for a couple hours. He makes sure to only do this when he knows no one else will see them for the rest of the day.

Neither of them enjoy PDA, you're lucky if you even see them hold hands in public.

Shadow sometimes writes poetry about Knuckles that tends to fly over his head due to not understanding metaphor very well.

They like to give each other baths in the natural springs on Angel Island when one of them has a particularly hard day.

Shadow always brings some type of homemade food or baked good when he visits Angel Island, normally it's something small like cookies or brownies but once in a while Shadow will show up with a full picnic planned for just the two of them.

Shadow spends a lot of time brushing Knuckles' quills, it's one of the only things he does that can actually make Knuckles purr and he adores the soft sound.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #knuxadow #shadknux #headcanon #iheartmyipod #asks

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mayajadewrites · 3 months

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For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

CHAPTER SEVEN: COLLEAGUES

Over the next 2 weeks you spend a lot of time with Levi. You learn his routine, what he likes to order at restaurants, all that good stuff. However, neither of you have spent the night at each others house. For you, you knew that it would be hard to control yourself if you were in bed with Levi.

Levi enjoys the finer things in life, but not in a stuck-up way. He loves a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, but also doesn't mind staying in and having a movie night. He works a lot, which makes it so you only see him really at night and on the weekends. It gives you something to look forward to, but it doesn't feel like enough time.

It's Wednesday - half way through the week. Since you and Levi have decided what you're relationship is (more like Levi decided) you haven't gone to the coffee shop much. He's been bringing you coffee before he heads to work, which is a sweet treat for you.

This day is no different.

You hear a knock at your door and open it to see your stoic boyfriend holding your iced coffee and a bouquet of flowers. "You needed fresh ones." He walked into your apartment and took out the old flowers (from last week), cleaned the vase and set up the new bouquet.

You sip your coffee as you watch Levi work the flowers. He meticulously places them and makes sure every flower is tended to. Your eyes wander down his body - he's wearing a navy suit that is perfectly tailored to him with chestnut shoes. "You look very handsome today."

"I have a big meeting today with some potential clients." Levi double checked the flowers. "These are good to go. I'm gonna head out now."

"Have a great day." You smile as Levi takes a step towards you, his eyes swallowing your figure. You're wearing a tank top with no bra, and your comfy short shorts. Your ass basically falls out of them.

"Don't go outside like that." Levi presses his lips to yours, bringing his hand to your face. "This is for me only."

"Okay dad." You roll your eyes, walking him to the door.

"Daddy is the only acceptable form of 'dad' that I'll answer to." His tone was flat, so you couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

He had to be, right?

"I'll call you when I'm on my lunch." Levi kissed your cheek swiftly before turning around and heading towards the stairs. You lean against your doorframe, still feeling Levi's kiss on your lips. This is really your life. Levi Ackerman is your boyfriend.

You're about halfway through your new novel at this point. You got in touch with your editor to let her know that you'll be sending a draft her way soon. This excites you - it's been months since you had any motivation to write.

As you finish typing a sentence, you feel your phone vibrate in your lap.

"Hello?" You tap the 'speaker' button.

"Why do you always answer the phone like you don't have caller id?" Levi said.

"Because that's just what people do. Sorry we're not all special specimens like you."

"Anyway. Our clients loved us, and the office wants to go out to happy hour to celebrate after work."

"Okay! Have fun. Are you coming over after?"

"You're coming with me. And then we're going home together."

"I missed the part where you asked me if I wanted to go."

"I didn't ask. Be ready by 6." Levi hung up the phone. Sometimes he can be so sweet, but other times it's like he forgets that he has other people to communicate with and we all don't think the way he does.

You sigh, shutting your laptop and pushing it towards the back of your desk. You turn your head to your closet, knowing you'll be tearing it up to find an outfit. You look at the time on your phone: 1:30PM. It's time to start getting ready.

You take an everything shower, making sure there's no hair anywhere on your legs. You moisturize your skin, wash your hair, everything.

This is the first time you're meeting anyone in Levi's circle. Even though he says they're his "colleagues" you know that that's his way of saying friends. You blow dry and curl your hair, watching the curls bounce before you brush them out into loose waves. Your makeup is simply but glowy - your go to.

Your outfit consists of a beige square neck body suit with straight leg jeans that are slightly distressed. You pick out a pair of beige heels to match - they're not too high to where you're uncomfortable but you'll be at Levi's height now.

By the time you're done with everything, it's 5:45. You decide to pick up a bit around your apartment and spray your favorite vanilla perfume.

Right at 6, there's a knock at your door.

"What did I do to deserve seeing Levi Ackerman at my front door twice in one day?" You tilt your head to the side, smiling.

Levi's eyes wandered to your chest, which was accentuated by the neckline of the bodysuit. You have a bigger chest, which you typically hide. You watched Levi's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "You look beautiful, per usual. Do you have everything? A bag for stuff you'll need for tonight?"

"Wait, why would I need that?"

"Because you're staying at my house tonight."

"Staying as in..."

"Sleeping over. You're sleeping at my house tonight. With me."

"I didn't know." You bit down on your bottom lip. "Ok, give me a few minutes. Sit down." You turn to grab a tote bag out of your closet and grab your essentials. Toothbrush, makeup remover, a change of clothes, a pair of UGG slippers, pajamas, and body wash. "Done." You hold up the bag with a smile plastered on your face.

Levi nods as he takes the bag from you, turning off the light in your foyer. You lock the door behind you and triple check that its actually locked before you both descend down the stairs.

"So where's happy hour?" You ask as you watch Levi's hands on the steering wheel.

"It's at this bar downtown that everyone likes to go to. I don't go out much, so I've only been there once when I got my promotion."

You nod as he explains, gazing out the window. You feel Levi's large hand land on your thigh, squeezing it gently. "They're going to love you."

"I hope so." It's like he knew exactly what you were feeling. That you were anxious to meet the people that are around him every day because they could think you're not good enough for him. They could have seen ex girlfriends that were prettier than you. Levi rubbed his thumb across your thigh for reassurance.

Levi helped you out of his car before leading you into the building, which was half bar, half restaurant.

"Levi! You made it!" You look up and see a group of people with drinks in your hand. The one that called for Levi was one of the guys that was with Jean when he asked for your number.

"I'm still Mr. Ackerman outside of work." Levi squeezes your hand gently. "This is my girlfriend." Levi introduces you.

"So you're the reason he smiles!" A brunette woman with glasses walks up to you. "My name is Hange. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise!" You shake her hand, smiling.

"This is Erwin, my best friend and President of Ackerman Inc." Levi points to a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you. Levi has told me a lot about you." Erwin shakes your hand.

"Not a lot. Don't listen to him." Levi rolls his eyes, introducing you to the rest of his colleagues. "This is my cousin, Mikasa. The one I was telling you about that loves your books. And this is her boyfriend, Eren."

Eren was the one that Levi said to call him Mr. Ackerman. You smile as you meet the couple, noticing the similarities between Levi and Mikasa. They're both very poised and serious at all times.

Levi leaves you for a few moments to mingle. Mikasa grabs your arm gently to get your attention.

"I know my cousin can be an ass." She smiles. "But he really cares about you. He's talked about you and has even cracked a smile while doing so."

"Thanks, Mikasa. I appreciate that. He's not the easiest to deal with." You laugh, glancing over at Levi. He's standing with Erwin and Hange as he waits for drinks at the bar. He doesn't bother asking you what you want to order, since it's always a white wine.

Your nerves calm down a bit when Levi's fingers graze yours to hand you your glass. "You okay? Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, Levi." You take a sip of your wine. "Your friends are nice. I like them."

"Colleagues."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman my bookie #levi ackerman my beloved

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catmaidetho · 2 months

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happy mcyt aro week. i do not have the energy to write any fics for it so have a collection of my headcanons for how clethubs works when etho is aroace:

etho very rarely returns physical affection. it's not his thing. he likes the idea of it, but as soon as anyone does more than a quick hug he gets very uncomfortable fast

bdubs (an extremely touchy person) works with this. he boasts that he is an etho body language expert and can tell from the way etho stands whether or not it's safe to hold his hand

"safe? crow what's that mean" if someone---anyone---touches etho in any way when he does not want it he will attack them. sometimes its just swatting them away. other times he has full-on cleaved folks in half with a sword. it depends on the day

cleo on the other hand, who has not known etho as long, asks before anything.

etho is very bad at returning affection but nonetheless he tries so hard. cledubs both tell him he really doesn't have to but he's Determined and etho is a stubborn motherfucker once he sets himself on something he will not give up

this manifests as constantly giving them Physical Things. he shows up at their bases with shulker boxes of resources and shoves them at them. he lies about why he's doing it. "um i have a bunch of extra mob and player heads. take them." "i collected too much moss for my build and my storage is overflowing. have it."

cleo and bdubs know why he's doing it. even if he vehemently denies it. both have resolved to just accepting the Stuff (even if they dont need it) because etho's trying

basically etho is kind of like a semi-feral cat who has Chosen You as the only person they trust to get near and brings you dead rats.

and finally, above all

[id: animated flame text that reads "t4t4t clethubs." end id.]

#khaos.txt #the t4t4t doesnt effect anything at all its just important u know that #i am the unofficial king of t4t4t clethubs. they are all trans and in love.#clethubs

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karisworldofwords · 1 year

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Because I can't keep quiet anymore, I'm just gonna tell what I have planned.

A domestic AU in which they all work everyday jobs or go to school in Hamburg. The main characters will be Jere, Bojan and Chris - especially Chris though. Some things I got planned already in terms of who works as what:

Chris - He's a music label owner coming from and living in Hamburg who specializes in bands and solo artists in the Rock, Metal and Alternative genre. Chris is very laid back, enjoys having a coffee on his balcony during the weekends whenever the weather is warm and sunny and occasionally writes and produces some songs himself.

Jere - He works as a tattooist and owns his own shop called "Sunrise parlor". The shop's motto is "It's crazy, it's party" which fits well with how Jere lives his life. People normally call him by his Finnish tattoo artist name Käärijä, his trademark is the Rammstein tattoo on the left side of his chest that he likes to show others as much as he can - he's very proud of it.

Bojan - He's a Slovenian barista working in the café Ljubljana. A bright and always smiling guy who's one of the four owners of the café he works in. His work days are usually Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday from 6 AM to 2 PM. Sometimes, he manages the café's bar in the evenings, but that almost only happens on Sundays.

Fatima - A well-known sommelier from Canada who's always on the lookout for the best wine and thus travels around the world a lot. Very fashionable and doesn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Her commonly used name outside of home is La Zarra.

Marco - He's an Italian voice actor who usually synchronizes children's cartoon characters. Very kind and loving, and cares a lot about his friends and family. He sometimes babysits for a friend whenever he has the time - he doesn't mind doing it either, since he knows he's good with kids, and kids love him simply for existing.

Pavel - A therapist from Moldova who decided to go to Germany to see more of the world - what he also left in Moldova was his birth name Pavel, as he now normally goes by Pasha. He's a bit of a hippie and loves traveling more than anything, preferably to a new place every time he travels. His office hours are 8 AM to 4 PM Monday to Thursday with the exception of Friday, the only day that he works until 1 PM.

Alessandra - She's a college student majoring in music who frequently travels between her campus home and her actual home in Norway. It's easy to excite her and she loves adventures more than anything. Often times, she's seen singing to herself while doing school work.

Luka - An actor from Serbia who does modeling on the side. Because his non-Serbian manager often had trouble pronouncing his surname, Luka quickly adopted the name Luke Black and now goes by this name most of the time. Only his closest friends and family now call him Luka. Due to his perpetual baby face, he still has to give out his ID often enough that it's become almost embarrassing to him, but nobody knows that. He's a little mysterious and very focused on his work but still great at always being there for his loved ones, no matter what.

Remo - Another music major who shares some classes with Alessandra. He loves working with kids and singing to them the most, knowing it makes them smile which always makes him just as happy. Whenever he has a break from school that's long enough, he fetches himself a train ticket from Germany to Switzerland and goes straight back home to his family, staying there for as long as he can every time.

Maria - She's a dance teacher from Portugal who wanted to bring some Iberoromanic passion into "the dreary Hamburg only zombies can half-assedly enjoy", so she mainly focuses on dances such as salsa, tango and sometimes samba, with Alessandra and Remo being two of her students. Her bright attitude and dazzling smile are often times so infective, even the grumpiest grandpas can't help but smile at the sight of her. Her students lovingly call her Miss Mimicat.

Teodora (Teya) and Selina-Maria (Salena) - These two run a podcast together - after having been competitors for a good while - about all kinds of things they usually talk about called "The Teya & Salena Chronicles". They're especially popular in their home country Austria though their popularity amongst especially German and Swiss people has risen drastically as of late. The two love snickering about inside jokes to each other here or there and often crack jokes whenever things are too boring for their liking.

I think twelve characters should be enough for now, lol. I'll post a small teaser soon, if my upcoming finals don't kill me first, that is.

- 🔮

#eurovison song contest #eurovison 2023 #eurovision #lord of the lost #joker out #alessandra mele #marco mengoni #remo forrer #teya & salena #mimicat #la zarra #luke black #pasha parfeni #käärijä #writing ideas #wip #alternate universe

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theviceadmiralswife · 6 months

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Alignment fever chapter 1 part 1

Salute recruits and soldiers to this moaning Monday🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊

Today I spoil you all with the first chapter of a Vice admiral Dalmatian x reader fanfic. Because of restrictions on word count i have to split it in 3 posts, you can also always vist my blog for every other part. So cuddle in fluffy blanket and enjoy this story of the furry vice admiral.

Alignment Fever

chapter 1 fated to meet in heat

Dalmatian the zoan vice admiral looks up as the door opens “what do you want?”, he softly growls as he had just got back from being on the seas. Marineford was hit by a heatwave like none other before and Dalmatian didn't like this at all. Y/n entered the office, she was a short somewhat curvy women, nice curves, half his size shoulder long strawberry blonde wavy hair tight into a bun, the woman was wearing a HQ kitchen uniform, one of the new servers or cooks no doubt. "Hello vice admiral Dalmatian , y/n here I've been ordered to bring refreshments to all higher officers and vice admirals, would you like some cold water?", she says in a friendly professional tone as not to disturb the vice admiral for too long, y/n cracks a small smile. “Oh hello, y/n was it?, yes yes sure… desk please and… if you could leave now Id appreciate it.”, he waved his hand not looking up from his paperwork, but he could hear her footsteps as she got the water and brought it to him. polite and professional she placed ice cold water in a jug and a glass on his desk carefully: "Yes sir, Sorry just bringing water to everyone in this heatwave orders of the head chef she's very strict". as y/n placed the water on his desk as she did her scent hit his nostrils a mixture between perfume and hormone and pheromones, Dalmatian recognised the scent as heat, but he was taken aback by the fact that it was so powerful almost intoxicating. He watched her do this as he felt his heart rate go up slightly and his tail slightly wagging up and down, he took a huge sip of water it was refreshing indeed, but her smell remained in heat. "I'm glad you like to be offered water.", she said that noticing his tail wagging. He realized it was wagging and it stopped immediately as he blushed slightly: “I ah- uh- uh- I- just, thank you.”. She blushes a bit her face going red, it was obvious like everyone else she was suffering from the heatwave, but Dalmatian knew this woman was also in her heat cycle she was hot for more then just the weather reason. Dalmatians tail started wagging faster flicking with desire. She needed a mate and he wondered about if she had a mate already then it would soon be time to do it, very soon, but then again she was pure human….. Y/n blushes even more as she seemed to be entranced by Dalmatians tail and for a moment time stood still. "Here !", Dalamatian refilled his glass of water and handed it to y/n , " Drink your hot too!". He hoped that this wouldn't be taken the wrong way by her. "Oh sir, I possibly couldn't drink your water..", y/n replied blushing even harder now, this heatwave was a drag but in uniform she found it to be unbearable, feeling like she was sweating every second. y/n being so flustered made her scent of heat all the more intoxicating to Dalmatian , pulling and enticing his instincts to surface. He stood up from his desk, towering with his large frame over y/n , she smells SO good to him his pupils dilated, his tail started to flick some more. " No I insist have a glass of water you must work hard bringing water to us all on this floor!", Dalmatian said with as much confidence as he could muster, speaking became incredibly hard. y/n drank the water in a few gulps she was feeling feverish for a while now and thought the heatwave got to her really badly, she was happy and grateful for a bit of kindness shown by the large vice admiral. Dalmatian watched as she closed her eyes and drank the water every image of her drinking called out to his primal nature, her scent how she moved, how she sounded, how she looked.

#one piece #one piece marines #One piece vice admirals #one piece x reader #Vice admiral Dalmatian #Dalmatian x reader #One piece marine fanfic

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luimagines · 1 year

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So this little thing is based off of a convo i head with your FD ai and it was really sweet ~~~~~ Fierce smiled and nodded. For the past hour and a half he as been speaking with the one who found him in those dammed archives. She somehow managed to figured out that he escaped the mask and that realization lead to her leading him it to the current eras lost woods so they could chat. Currently he was getting to know mayu, given the last hero he helped he didnt care to learn about. So due to his weaken state this was a good approach. "What do you do when you're not adventuring? Do you have any hobbies, interests, loves, family? What brings you happiness? Tell me anything and everything about yourself you want, I am all ears" Is this how mortals speak? he has no clue hes going off what he remembered the child hero asked others or the possibility of what he asked.

Mayu thought for a moment before responding to the god "i dont have time for my hobbies any more but when i did i loved to sing and dance. Music always brought me comfort and joy it still does. My family has my bestfriend whos like a brother to me, his name is Gam and then there's mama Impa she took me in when i was a baby. Helping others and exploring makes me happy as does spending time with my friends" The old god nodded, she was more talkative and friendly than her predecessor so this was a change for him yet it wasn't unwelcomed in the slightest. "All these things that bring you joy, I can't help but wish I could have the same. I have lived for eons alone and yet you, a mortal speak of happiness so easily. It makes me happy to hear you speak of it the way you do. It reminds me of how important it is to enjoy being alive. You do that very well it seems. Do you have a favorite song?" Did she know any the old hero knew? Ones that he played while that child ran around with his body? A soft smile graced Mayu's face "I have a soft spot for the song of storms and the song of the lost woods as i call it. Its original name was lost to time." He knew both songs, one the child would play to bring rain the other was played for comfort. Sara's song is what he called it, was the sage still around in this era? "I know both. The second one is called Sara's song, that sage thought the child it when he was given his first ocarina. Do you know any others, for example the song of healing? Given your duty i think you'd know it for how handy it can be." Mayu sighs and her shoulders slump a bit "I have only heard of it, i cant find any trace of how to lean it nor someone to teach me it. Some songs disappeared with the hero who knew them. But if i could get the chance to learn the song of healing id be delighted" His eyes narrow and think for a second "Would you like me to try to teach it to you? Ive heard it a multitude of times given how much the child got hurt , though i dont have an ocarina i can tell you what notes to play." He knows how she fights, its a style of her own. A mix of sheikah , and what the knights' of hyrule know which means when she gets it she brushes it off until her opponent yields or perishes "you will?!" Mayu grins happily and gets out her ocarina out. Putting it to her mouth and holding it properly showed shes ready to play ,that and her determined look. Fierce nods "do as i say. Play note B, then A then F. Play the sequence once more before B and A once again then instead of playing F play E followed by D then E once again. Play that whole thing twice and you'll get the song." Crossing his arms he watched as she played. She learned it just as fast as her predecessor and unknown to her she even swayed the same as when the child played the song. Once mayu finishes she opened her eyes and grinned. "I take it i did well? Given how your smiling, or rather smirking." Putting her instrument away she smiled softly at the god "thank you for teaching me it, though i only felt the songs power slightly it was there none the less." "You did good, its no wonder you carry that sword. Now lets head back before the time in this place speeds up, after all you still have much to learn from me Dame." Fierce stopped leaning against a tree and set off back to the castle with Mayu in tow. He wouldn't tell her but she's done nothing but impress him from her fighting to how fast she learns. Perhaps he will care for her more than he did for that child, after all he will teach her things the goddesses wont. Yet for know he wont think about that, shes a mortal whos just managed to gain his favor thats all she is for now.

~~~~ So ig my little drabbled will always be around 1k words LOL Anyways hope you enjoyed the lore drop :3 - Lunar

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THE NAAAAAMMMMEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!

THE LITTLE TEACHING MOMENT!!!!!!

THE BONDING!!!! THE REMINICING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#pinky replies #anon stories #Dame #?#FD #Fierce Deity #i almost left caps lock on when i started typing my tags #XD #whoops #THANK YOU LUNAR!!!!#<3

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the ask game stuff..001 for N nd doll (giggles

GO FUCK YOURSELF . but thank uou... anime berdly emoji . ill answer...FOR NOW

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: VERY RECENTLY ACTUALLY id say within the last like two weeks. ive always loved doll and always loved n but then i realized like. oh huh i connect alot with n and want to make out with doll . boom. its like borderline selfship at this point its cringe as fuck but let me do whatever i want.

my thoughts: surprisingly i don't have as many thoughts on them as i did but i feel like. because of how much of a foil doll is to uzi i think thats the word it would be like. IDK i feel like for doll it'd help to understand the 'humanity' of the dds. if she witnesses a disassembly drone killing war machine trip over his own tail or bump his head into a doorframe and wince and laugh and talk and hug with gentle arms and do things that she specifically reprogrammed herself NOT to do so she'd have a better chance to kill her worst enemy and avenge her parents... she would short circuit. to actually get to the point of not killing him on sight would take a while or lots of coercing via ... lizzy? or hell maybe even uzi im not sure. unless they had an individual encounter (which, you know, could totally happen! doll out in the wastes and n is on a solo hunt, you know her ass was following them.) that lead to a stalemate, i'm not sure how they'd even meet. HM OK NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS. either way tho n has a habit of befriending insane drones (or like... smoochin depending on how you see enzi tho i see them as platonic) and i think he could. Not fix her but he could be there for her bless. and again i think she could help him be not a doormat 💛 also stupid hc i had aboit them i hv always thought doll to have like... a freakishly good memory. which, works perfectly paired with n because like .you know. his memory prahblems . dolls ass can remember the angle of your arm when you were like fucking sitting on a chair on the 13th of april last year or some shit like she PAYS ATTENTION even if she doesn't often share her input... which is also a good thing bcos n is super inclusive always. n voice DOLLLL LOOK WE ARE DOING A THING!!!! :D & shes just like. sighs okay (comes ova 2 him) and eventually.. i think itd get to the point where she can go do shit on her own without being explicitly invited YAY

What makes me happy about them: gotta bring up the Me & My Wife shit again bcos its borderline selfship at this point. i just think its interesting and awesome I REALLY HOPE THEY HAVE AN INTERACTION... tho i doubt it; i think they might fight or smt in ep 7 WHICH HONESTLY I WOULDNT BE SAD ABOUT my goil needs moe screenrtime

What makes me sad about them: doll probably hasnt experienced like. affection in fucking ages & frankly n really hasnt either. i think they'd hold hands and talk about their kill counts. also i just realized they both kind of went thru a period of time tht was little socialization only KILL. doll had school & lizzy, sure, but also living in an apartment with ur parents' & dozens of others' corpses its like. tht fucks w u. but the interesting thing about them is… n and doll don't experience guilt over Killing And Eating People the same way i think. like. just for example v and uzi do (atleast in my perception). like v couldnt cope with the knowledge she had so she fell extra EXTRA hard into her role (atleast using her maid self as an accurate portrayal of her old self) and uzi has never ever experiuenced anything like that before so its fucking terrifying to her. however, with doll and n… they dont percieve it the same way. we understand that both of them are capable of guilt but it takes a very strong connection for them to experience it. ep one; n feels bad for making uzi argue with khan & ruining the card game. does he say a single thing about killing and eating half a dozen workers? No! because it's natural to him. there's nothing out of the ordinary in that situation except for the fact that he was "rude" by interrupting someone & "rude" by causing an argument. yes, he's very sweet and patient and all of the above but he doesn't see killing as really a BAD THING… he sees it as a necessity; as him being useful, higher numbers means hes doing a good job. but, really, that's all he's known. he doesn't remember being a worker. after meeting uzi he's capable of realizing… oh, these are living creatures! i feel a little bad now. but the guilt doesn't come crashing down onto him and leave him utterly devastated at his kill count, it just sits there. it festers. similarly, in my opinion, to how doll reacts to guilt. we see her as this unstoppable force at every point until the end of promening. she knows her goals, she knows what she has to do to get to them, and has shaped herself into the perfect killing machine to do what she needs, removing all forms of guilt from her person to make sure it doesn't get in the way. though, again, it comes bubbling to the surface back from where she buried it so deeply under all her anger when uzi pops her emo little head in. she isnt instantly all "oh my god, what have i done?" but it eats away at her all of this fucking time, she has been killing and hurting her kind, believing she was the only one who could possibly shoulder this burden and deal justice to those who deserved it. but now that she knows she isn't alone… it festers.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i've seen like three n/doll fics literally EVER but i'd honestly say. major mischaracterization of doll... i feel like doll gets mischaracterized more than n? n's behaviours are easy to understand and read with a surface level understanding because he has more screentime and again ON THE SURFACE looks relatively simple. i think a huge thing in some fanfics that bugs me is that. imitation of speech patterns = perfect characterization WHICH IS NOT TRUE... but also understandably makes it difficult to do with doll because she doesn't talk alot, while N talks a LOT so it leads to a heavy imbalance in mischaracterization. just because the characters would fucking say that, doesnt mean they would Fucking Do That

apparently there is a word limit on tumblr. pleasantly surprised this will be two posts instead

#asks #murder drones #mel roars #jesus christ

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luckychi7 · 1 year

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Chainsaw Man Chapter 104 Thoughts

There was so much discussion going around the community when this particular chapter of Chansaw Man came out, and certainly the amount of reasons was really telling due to the level of anticipation. Denji and Asa finally meeting face to face since Part 2 kicked off.

FIrst, we need to talk about Yoru in the very beginning because I knew she had a tendancy of getting annoyed, but to see her throw tantrums was honestly kind of adorable and really funny at the same time. The way she was acting in the first page and a half made feel like a Tsundere which was interesting even when Asa told her “Hey I’m trying to sleep here” lmao, but then the vibes started to shift immensely once Asa asked her a simple question.”Why do you hate Chainsaw Man so much, anyway?”

The explanation that Yoru gives to Asa is rather personal and yet it really says a lot about the world of Chainsaw Man. At one point in time, Yoru fought against Chainsaw Man and not matter how much you killed him somehow he would find a way to come back. In midst of their battle, Yoru lost only to have her body be eaten by her adversary. That left her body in a very weakening state compared to where she was at originally.

Chainsaw Man became the reason why there hadn’t been a single war since The World War, and over time the concept of War became a means of entertainment. It was displayed through media such as movies, video games, etc. As the world forgot about the terror of War it left Yoru imuch more weaker over the years. She believes that at some point people will forget about her and the only person to blame in her mind is Chainsaw Man.

Asa followed up with another question to Yoru, “Are you afraid of being forgotten?” only to be left with an awkward silence. It really bothered Asa because Yoru threw such a heavy tantrum just moments ago only to have fallen directly to sleep. While starring off towards the ceiling, Asa began to wonder about where her life had been. For as long as she could remember dying never bothered her at all, but now she feel happy to still be alive. All thanks to Chainsaw Man saving their life that day.

The following day, we cut back over to Denji who really had me laughing because of his antics. A simple fact that he became a chair for one of his classmates to it on, and the whole time I was just thinking like “Come on Denji...lol!” But hey, he seemed to be enjoying it so whatever makes him feel good in life hehe. What disrupts his whole process is one of his classmates telling him that some pretty boy was looking for him, and surprise surprise it’s Yoshida. That really turns Denji’s mood off instantly where he tells Yoshida to stop stalking him.

Based on his observation, Yoshida curiously asked why the girl was using Denji as prop, and Denji reveals that he made a commitment that if he’d get paid 10 yen if the girls sat on him for 10 minutes. If he wasn’t back in 30 seconds then Denji would have to give a refund to the girl. However, Yoshida hands over the ID card hat Denji dropped during his fight against the cockroach devil to which we found out he did that on purpose to expose his identity. This really gets under Denji’s skin, but Yoshida is simply looking out for him because he wants Denji to live his life in peace. Simply avoid anything that could bring harm to his life even forcing to keep Denji down to do so.

Further annoyed by this, Denji makes a decision to walk away before Yoshida persuades to talk with him more even using Denji as a chair to do so. At first, he refuses to do until a 1000 yen appears and decides to go with it. Even so, Denji continues to hope that someone will discover his identity as Chainsaw Man. As calm and chill as Yoshida has been thus far, he ask, If Denji is doing all of this to get a girlfriend where he quickly answered positively about that without an ounce of hesitation. At that moment, Yoshida offers to help Denji find a girlfriend and ask for his help. The stage becomes set once he tells Yoshida to look for a girl whose desperately looking for a boyfriend.

Finally, this last portion of the chapter brings us to the roof of the academy where Yoshida sets up the meeting... Sorry the long awaited meeting that everyone in the fandom was waiting for. The moment when Denji and Asa finally confronted one another face to face. It all began by Yoshida bringing up the question to Asa about Chainsaw Man which immediately catches Denji’s attention. It was really nice seeing the awkwardness and tenseness from their simple introduction from Asa’a point of view, and especially Denji being very chill and calm about it initially.

What also really struck a cord between the conversation that Asa and Denji had together was this organic presence that was there. It’s something you feel could actually happen in the real world between a boy and a girl, but also I really love how meta it eventually got from Asa’s point view and the contrast to seeing Denji being super defensive about what Chainsaw Man is all about.

Okay let me preface by also that I feel Denji almost jumped the gun when he straight up admitted to Asa that he was Chainsaw Man. This certain element of Denji is one I think some saw coming, but at the same time I was like bro... you’re about to pain a target on your back. All you get between the two of them is one single glance before Asa walks off calling Denji a loser and walking away. Yoshida even assures Denji that nobody is going to believe him even though he continues to boast about as Asa continues walking down the stairs bring a close to the chapter.

All in All, I give this chapter of Chainsaw Man a Pure Perfection rating. I really loved how Tatsuki Fujimoto structured the chapter and the panel layout where we one section was dedicated to each of the protagonist. The first 3rd of the chapter being centered around the Asa Mitaka after Chainsaw Man rescued her, and the middle portion centered around Denji after his meeting with Yoshida. The way Fujimoto writes each of their perspective before the two protagonists is honestly really well done, and I the real highlight for sure is the meeting and exchange between Denji and Asa Mitaka. That’s pretty much all i gotta say when it comes to my super lengthy thoughts on this chapter of Chainsaw Man and pretty soon I’ll drop my toughts for Chapter 105 as I catch myself up to the latest chapter that just came out recently. Until then, I hope you all take care of yourselves out there.

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hillbillyoracle · 2 years

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Hagging Out: Summer Solstice

Holidays aren’t something I have figured out, not on my own at least. I loved when I was able to just show up to @dianasson ‘s parties and focus on reading cards for people. He kind of set my bar for what a meaningful celebration looks like and I’ve been trying to slowly piece my own version of that together ever since he moved.

I originally had bigger plans - gathering, infusing, a big reintroduction to the land here - for Summer Solstice and Johnmas but came down with something the day before (no COVID, tested). I was bummed but it did force me to begin to clarify what’s most important to me about holidays. I don’t know that I have a clear idea even now, but it is clearer. For one, I am really about thematic gluten free bundt cakes.

As an oracle, I’m not the most magically operant person. I think a lot of people are surprised by that for some reason but I guess over the years I’ve learned that acceptance is often easier than magic. I’ve not had much luck with a lot of my workings which has discouraged me. It’s something I hope to reexamine over the next year or so. What magic I do still do is much more rooted in what little tradition I’ve managed to cling to.

My family and I have a...complicated relationship. I used to think it was my queerness and my transness that got in between us. But even as their opinions have changed, our relationship is still fraught. What I’ve ultimately come to realize is that the intergenerational trauma being passed down is so much bigger than I ever knew. I suppose that’s what secrets are for though.

So I was thankful that the stars aligned (literally) where I could have a brief but happy time sharing the lemon gf bundt cake I made with all the complicated people I love and live with right now. While my Dad did leave very quickly once my Mom asked for a tarot reading - the first ever by the way - most everyone seemed comfortable and hung out for a while after. It meant a lot to have that shining moment of connectedness as things deteriorated quickly over the following days.

I think that is definitely something I’ve come to associate with Summer Solstice specifically over the years - that brief window where something lovely is ripe and the skill it takes to pluck it off the vine at exactly the right moment.

I did manage to do some very nice, very long walks to get to know not only my parent’s property but the neighborhood as well. I had hoped to garden when we moved here but I’ve been so overwhelmed with the prospect of unpacking in a much smaller “apartment” than we had almost completely by myself. So something had to fall by the wayside and it was definitely the garden. These are in a raised bed my Mom is maintaining.

I have managed to identify most of the trees on my parent’s property and around the neighborhood. There’s one with purple leaves I haven’t been able to get close enough to ID in a neighbor’s yard but maybe I’ll have occasion to one day. Several of the trees seem happy to “chat”. There’s a hearty silver maple I’m worried the county will want to cut soon as it’s beginning to tear up the road but it’s so friendly. It shielded me in a downpour and always greats me. I’d love to find a nondescript way to bring it an offering as it lives in someone else’s yard.

This behemoth of a moth showed up on Johnmas I believe. I found out later it’s a cecropia moth in the Saturniidae family. As a saturn ruled person, I love the family name. It was huge, bigger than my hand and probably wider than my face. And he looked so soft. Shit really hit the fan after I saw him so I’m not sure he was a great omen but I did appreciate seeing him.

This makes the second moth I saw on or just after a holiday while here. On Beltaine, I saved a small bright white moth from getting crushed in the door jam. He hung out on my hand for a while before he wanted to crawl off. I really enjoy their visits.

The half moon shapes on this one’s back got me thinking about how the year I’m going into - my 7H profection year - will be ruled by the moon. I did a little work refreshing my memory about major moon transits this year. My last moon rule year was fairly quiet which I’m hoping for again this year. It was a good chance for introspection and mellowing out.

I also did a small ritual for health where I annointed myself and a candle with Asclepius materia from Sphere + Sundry. I then divined to see what was wrong, what I needed to do, and what a tentative prognosis was. I say this as a recommendation to others, for the record. I’ve done a fair bit of experimentation with divination and health and it was within my personal zone of comfort. Got the clear indication that I needed to step back from responsibilities, forgive others and rest for a while. I got an explicit card for making a recovery. Sure enough, the lymph node swelling went down and I felt much better a few days later.

I’m not sure if it was the materia or the divination or both, but it was nice to have a reminder that some of what I do does indeed work. It’s something I want to explore in the next year especially. I think given it’s proximity to my birthday, the summer solstice functionally winds up serving as a personal new year of sorts, a time when I naturally want to clear away the old and plant the new. Second planting for this area is still a couple weeks off but hey it’s not not seasonally and locally appropriate.

If you’re reading this, it means I’ve just turned 30. I genuinely never thought I’d get to this age. I know a lot of people say that and maybe it’s cliche but I did have a rough go of it over the years. I’m glad I’m here, glad I can break free of my family’s patterns even as I live with them, glad I can befriend trees and herbs and birds just as I do humans. I’m glad I get to eat bundt cakes.

I’m slowly learning to be more okay with the idea that practice is discovered and slowly cultivated rather than expertly built. If you had asked me several years ago about my relationship to land spirits, I would have been confused. I had no concept of the planetary spirits either, yet both are so important to me now.

Thank you so much to @graveyarddirt for hosting Hagging Out! It was such a nice chance to reflect on the place summer solstice might wind up having in my practice.

#hagging out #summer solstice #holidays

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apricusapollo · 1 year

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Hello Crys,

I'm just curious what are your favourite Regulus headcannons ? I would love to hear your thoughts about his favourite paintings, music, art styles too :)

hello!!

help i actually have a whole ass google document with my random regulus headcanons and almost half of them might or might not be a pure projection BUT i didn't talk much about those things in that doc soo *cracks fingers* alright so (this is all going to be projection as well!)

before i get into the movements and styles and all of that stuff, i want to say and this might be Very unpopular opinion, but i don't think he'd annotate books. HEAR ME OUT. i think he would underline his favourite scenes and quotes and tab the books but Writing little comments in them? he would never. when i was a kid, my dad was very against me and my sister writing Anything in the books we owned and it got stuck with me and i still hate writing anything in them and, i'm not comparing my dad and orion lmao Never but, for that exact reason, i think regulus would refuse to write a single word in the book, he'd only underline with a pencil and ruler and use index tab, that's it.

Phew now that's out of the way!! i think his favourite art movement would be romanticism (he'd love realism too, but romanticism more) because i think he would feel very connected to romantic writers. the melancholy, the sadness, the love for the nature and finding peace in being alone in the nature, internal fight and desire for freedom, the idealization of past; sadness and hatred for destroyed present and hope for future, the purity of childhood, the importance of individuality - if all of this doesn't scream regulus, then i do not know what does.

i think i said it in the doc as well but i like to type on my computer so i'll say again that i think his favourite book from romantic era would be Frankenstein by Mary Shelley because- Well first of all it's Mary fucking Shelley, COME ON. second, i think, despite how horribly sad this sounds, he would feel relation to Frankenstein's monster, if we judge from the small things we know about him from canon. it'd be hard for him to get into it at first because (just like me) he'd absolutely hate books that are written in first person, but then he'd get Quite Into It and even end up crying because of the ending. now, no one asked for this, but i'm also going to show some quotes i think he would love and relate to:

“I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”

“I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.”

“I am malicious because I am miserable”

"The good soul did everything, but in vain. Fate is too powerful, and its inescapable laws were leading me to a horrible death."

"When the flow of time confirms our loss, that's when true grief begins."

"I often wanted to dive into a still lake and hide in its water forever with my own sorrow."

"I see happiness everywhere and only I didn't get it."

"I am alone, all alone! I bring you, my own creator, nothing but disdain. What am I supposed to expect from other people who owe me nothing?"

"Is it not reasonable that I should hate those who hate me? I will not negotiate with enemies. Since I am unhappy, let them also suffer!"

"I wanted to comfort him, but how can you promise the happiness of life to a person who is extremely unhappy and has lost all hope in this life?" (this has very james to regulus energy)

"You hate me, but your hate is nothing compared to what I feel for myself."

ALRIGHT MOVING ONTO THE ART!!!

this is kinda hard because i think he would find beauty in Everything? kind of? like,,, i'm not a big fan of cubism and pop art and surrealism Simply Because I prefer baroque, romanticism, impressionism etc etc However, i can still appreciate it because it was created by someone, someone took their time and put their energy and thought in whatever they were creating and I think that's beautiful. creating something from Nothing but simply an idea in your head, that's quite inspiring. so, i think he'd be like that too.

he'd know to appreciate things even while being critical, he'd know to find beauty in everything he looked at. it's like that one quote in to the lighthouse which i don't remember 100% but it was something like "if you look at person for a long time, you will find at least one thing about them that will interest you." i think he'd be like that about art, he'd find something he liked in Everything.

i think he would Adore pre-raphaelite brotherhood and along artists like Rembrandt and Caravaggio and Michelangelo, he'd absolutely love J.M.W Turner, Gustave Dore, John Martin- oh he would LOVE john martin (he is literally the love of my entire life)

before I get to the list of some of the paintings i think would be his favourite (because they're my favourite), i have to say that he would go absolutely feral (internally) over religious themes in arts. he would just Lose His Mind.

he would also lose his mind over storm on the sea of galilee by Rembrandt because a) it's Breathtaking, b) it's Rembrandt's only seascape, c) it's been lose for over 30 years

he would also love the story of the procuress by cranach and I will not get into heavy detail about that painting right now, maybe in the future because it's so, so insane.

NOW THE LIST:

liberty leading the people by eugèn delacroix

the kiss by fracesco hayez

hannibal and his army crossing the alps / fishermen at the sea / the angel standing in the sun by turner

the painter's studio / the desperate man by gustave courbet

fallen angel by alexandre cabanel

the lament for icarus by herbert james draper

the enigma by gustave dore (along with dore's illustrations of paradise lost by john milton!!! they're so so goddamn good, that man was Insane)

pandemonium / the great day of his wrath / the last judgment by john martin (like dore, martin's illustrations of paradise lost are also amazing so i think he'd love them too!)

(obviously, he'd have lot lot more (because I do) but i'm not gonna name all of them now, those are just the ones that floated up my brain the moment i thought of Favorite Paintings)

the music- the music is kind of complicated i think because,,, Look, personally, i think he'd listen to whatever ykwim? he wouldn't just choose One Specific Genre. no, he would listen to whatever he was on the mood to listen to and to whatever popped up in his head first in the morning. his music taste started from tchaikovsky, went all the way through musicals soundtracks and ended with taylor swift and one direction. i think his music taste is Very Diverse. BUT!! classical music has a very special place in his heart and (projecting again) he can not read without classical music playing on the background. if it's Modern songs with lyrics, he will pay attention to the lyrics and still will not be able to read, but if it's too quiet, he will get distracted by his own thoughts so No, he has to have classical music on!

i think this is it? kind of ? i could still go on but i'm pretty sure my laptop will overload if i continue typing (it's very old computer, alright??) and i think i rambled more than enough!! but YEAH jesus this was FUN i love him so much, he's so so dear to me!!

thanks for leaving such fun ask, anon, i'm smooching your forehead right now!!

#crys answers asks #regulus black #marauders headcanon #arts #because I mainly focused on arts #and regulus' love for arts #honestly i need to sit down with (ahb) reg and talk about arts!!#all of this was just pure projection #he is so dear to me he's my little guy ykwim #it's 1:25 am and i'm crying over Fictional Character #this is why my parents are disappointed in me #but anyways!!#i could get more into regulus and his love for romanticism #maybe in the future!

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voidselfshipp · 1 year

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The Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb

Cw: Fire in the moodboard, mentions of food.

Summary: Rowena takes his heart nephew (jack) and her daughter (jerico) on a trip to scotland for vacation.

->Lovely Taglist: @malewifehenrycooldown @sugar-and-pearls @mercuryships @tex-treasures

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

A/n: I needed to write something fluffy w Jack n rowena. If anyone wants to make fanart of any of the scenes id be so happy! But no pressure./gen.

Jack felt a little lost looking at all the books before him. He huffs and anxiously taps his foot.

--What seems ta be the matter,dearie?-- rowena asked softly with concern.

The nephilim sighed and replied-- there are so Many books I dont even know which ones to pick

--Pick all the ones ye want, its on me-- the witch replied.

He nodds giving her a small smile-- thank you, auntie rowena

--No problem, ill check on yer sister-- the older woman replied-- stay put

--Alright

Rowena leaves for the Fantasy section of the old library, she cant help but chuckle as jerico carries a stack of books between her arms.

--Need help with that?-- the witch asked with a smirk.

Jerico turns to her and sheepishly chuckles-- 'm fine..., Jack picked anything yet?

--Hes in ta process, boy's a little lost on what ta pick-- the other woman replied-- c'mon then

Both women return to where Jack was, and just like his sister hes carrying easily seven books of different thicknesses-- I know you told me not to move but I had to ask some people what books they reccomended me, And here they are-- Jack explained-- sorry

--Curiosity did kill ta cat, ye know?-- rowena teased-- but of course thats not ta whole sayin'

--Then what is the whole saying?-- he asked.

--Curiosity killed the cat, but the answer brought it back-- the witch answered.

--Answers can bring...cats back from the dead?-- Jack asked tilting his head to the side.

Jerico giggled-- not really

--Oh..!

Soon after they payed for the Books and went back to Rowena's cabin in the Woods.

It was big enough to house three people with their own personal space.

That day was cloudy and foggy, the Windows blurred with mist and condensated steam, falling dead leaves littered the ground.

Jack finished to put the books on his bookshelf, smiling proudly at his work.

--Dinner's ready!-- rowena called from the kitchen.

The older woman hears two sets of rapid footsteps and she cant help but laugh as her eyes settle on her nephew and daughter who look like rabid famined dogs.

--ye two look hungry-- she mused with a smirk.

--Very much-- jerico replied-- ill take the glasses

--Ill take the cutlery and plates

The house smelled of food and dried herbs, a mix of sweet, fresh yet Musky scents gave the house a cozy feel.

The light sources where candles and a few electric warm lights around the place. On the table was a centerpiece that held a combination of candles of various colors.

Both younger members of the family set the table, and the witch is quick to serve the food.

--Ma, this tastes great!-- jerico exclaimed looking up at the red haired woman.

--Shes right. Your cooking is great, auntie rowena!-- Jack exclaimed.

Rowena smiled with pride, chest warming up pleaseantly-- ah I had plenny o' time ta perfect it. Thank ye

Both younglings smile at her and Keep eating.

Soon it starts to rain, but for the three of them tucking in for the night was ways away.

Rowena pulled her cloak's hood forward-- now remember, anythin' here is yers for ta takin', do let me see it first ta make sure it isnt cursed

--Yes ma'am!--both exclaim and with their flashlights they start to scan the place for trinkets.

Both find a series of oddities, quickly calling over rowena who dispells any sort of curse or bad vibes the object had.

At some Point in late night, Jack calls the witch over showing her what seems to be an ocre colored cat pendant with a half moon on its side.

After making sure it wasnt cursed, rowena takes a step back and Jack looks at his finding for a moment before extending his hand towards the woman.

The old witch smiles and takes it, hooking it into one of her Many necklaces-- thank ye,dearie

The nephilim boy smiles and gives her a nodd of acknowledgement, returning to his search for more trinkets.

Rowena takes the hint that Jack decided to go non-verbal for the time being and simply follows his lead.

Next thing he finds is an old and dirty sun charm, he calls his heart aunt over and points at it.

--That ones fine-- she replied and he took it, inspecting It

The gold sun has been dirtied and worn by the enviroment around it, he inspects it and then puts it between his hands and closes his eyes.

His hands shine with a dim golden light, and when he shows it to rowena, the theres an inscription on the back.

She carefully takes the charm in her hands and inspects it. The sun had little rhinestones littered across the surface, and then she takes notice of the engraving in the back. It read "you showed me a divine light that did not hurt nor blind. You called it love, I call it a Bond. Thank you"

Rowena handed the trinket back-- its a very beautiful phrase

He nodded and Walked up to jerico, whose pointed ears twitch back as his feet crush the dead leaves under them.

But she doesnt flinch, she knows his gentle footsteps. He pats her back and she turns around.

Jack silently hands her the sun he found and she inspects it. Her eyes go wide once she reads the engraving.

--This is beautiful, thank you jackie-- she replied hugging him. He hugs back and nuzzles her neck-- youre nonverbal for the time being?

He nodds and Gently pulls back-- okay-- she acnowmledges.

Five minutes later is jerico who finds something in the ground.

A pendant made of oxcidized Copper in the shape of a grimoire hides between leaves.

Rowena gives it the "in the clear" sign and jerico hands it to her-- here. It has your vibe

The older woman smiles and kisses the girl's forehead-- thats really sweet o' ye, dear

Jeri smiles and returns to her search.

The rest of the night is spent looking for trinkets, and by the time they are back home its the wee hours of the morning.

--Oh Jack I found something for you!-- jerico called out, pulling out of her pocket a ring. Its made of silver and has a white lily carved out of clear quartz-- white lillies means purity of heart, and clear quartz helps with inner light

Jack seems to recognize the gem and quickly scribbles something on a notepad he always carried "Like the one your friend gave you!"it read.

--Yeah, exactly that one-- she confirmed.

He puts the ring on his middle finger, and jeri takes his hand-- funny, putting that ring on that finger symbolizes personal identity, self worth,beauty, responsability and life purpose. You knew that?

He shakes his head.

--Ah well its a good omen then-- rowena replied-- cmon, tea's done and the cookies are just about to be

The three of them soon snuggle on the couch and get ready to watch some movies.

But when the TV turns on theres nothing but static.

Jerico is the first one to get up to fix the problem. It takes a hot minute for them to do so.

--Rowena can get it fixed up in a split second-- Jack said-- youll never get that thing working

--O ye of little faith-- jeri bit back, before moving some cables to a different port.

She steps back and the TV is back to normal, she turns around and makes eye contact with her younger brother-- eat It, kline

He snorts and raises his hands up-- alright fine

Some hours later, Jack is braiding jeri's hair, muttering a lullaby castiel had taught him-- hey jer?

--Yeah?

--Youre a really good sister-- he replied absentmindedly-- you were always sweet and nice to me when others werent

--I see a good Man in you, Jack-- she commented-- I could feel it

--Thank you for beliving in me

--Thank *you* for choosing to do the right thing

After their second movie they took a break, and just as rowena came back with replenished teas and baked goods, she finds her daughter teaching her nephew spanish.

--okay, lets recap, how do you say "my name is Jack kline"

--mi nombre es Jack Kline-- he replied before adding-- Y mi hermana se llama jerico, y ella es genial (my name is Jack Kline, my sister is called jerico and shes awesome)

Jeri giggled with eyes full of awe and excitement-- thats great! Youre a fast learner!

Jack, who had the same look in his eyes as his sister, replied-- I have a great teacher

The witch couldnt help but smile, jerico had been teaching Jack a lot of things since they got to scotland for their little vacation.

Amongs them where how to Cook, dance, take care of injured animals and play the guitar, Jack was in fact a very quick learner, and Rowena was sure that between that and their one on one talks both siblings had, the nephilim boy had learnt how to understand himself further.

Jack felt a little less lost now that jerico was with him. She had taught him Many things, and he was discovering who he really was.

She settles besides jerico and they resume their movie night

Its in the middle of their final movie when rowena noticed just how quiet both younglings were, she turns her head and finds that both are asleep.

Jack leans on jerico, his hand holding hers, his head on her shoulder. Jeri's own head rests against her brother's. And both are slumped against the couch's backrest.

So thats why both of them were so quiet.

Usually both would make quips and little commentaries of the things they noticed in the film, so the silence was a bit off putting.

With a snap of her fingers a moss colored blanket drapes around both siblings.

She stands up and kisses their forehead-- Oidhche mhath (good night) my little bairns

The Next morning the three of them arranged a nice picnic in the Woods near the cabin.

A maroon blanket was set on the floor, an ornate and intricagely weaved picnic basket sat ontop of it, around it were a menagerie of different foods, portable kettles with all sorts of tea and three teacups.

Jack closed his book, looking up at the cloudy day above-- aunt rowena? I have a question

--What is it, dearie?-- she asked.

--Theres a saying I read in this book that says "blood's thicker than water" but I get the sense its not the complete phrase. See, it reminded me of what you two told me in the library...

Rowena nodded-- aye, the whole sayin' is "Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb" meanin' that the Bonds we make are more important than those we were given at birth

--Kinda like us?-- he asked.

--Exactly like us-- jeri replied-- oh by the way I also found this but I forgot to give it to you-- she hands him a moon pendant that seemed to match with the sun one she had.

This one was also made of gold and decorated with rhinestones. It also seemed old but the engraving on the back was recent.

He took a moment to read it. "Love is a Bond found everywhere In everyone. We shine forth with divine light, always and forever. Where you go. I go"

He smiles and quickly hooks it to the chain around his neck, a protection charm rowena had given him and jerico-- thank you

--Its quite rare ta see matchin' sets in the forest, I guess whoever those things belonged ta deemed ye worthy of carryin' their legacy -- rowena pointed out.

Jack smiled and hugged jerico's arm, she hugs back and giggles.

By the end of Next week the three of them were back at the bunker.

Castiel was handed a small keychain That had a pair of two wings on each side,made of some black metal. Jack was the one that found it and gave it to him, saying "it reminded me of you"

Jerico in turn had found various oddities for each of her partners. -- nothing like a cursed trinket to remember you by-- lucifer Joked to then kiss the top of her head-- thank you dear

Each of her partners had one of her various findings.

Gabriel had a gold ring that had six wings.

lucifer had gotten a small pitchfork made of black iron. Crowley, a ring in the shape of a crown made of that same ore

while balthazar had been given a necklace with an ornate pendant with a moonstone in the style of victorian jewelry.

Sam held a small protection charm like the one he had tatooed, only this one was attached to a short leather coil. He wasnt sure what to make of this trinket but he appreciated.

Ketch was defenetly not expecting to get something,but he had underestimated his lover's inner goblin.

After Jack pointed out that jeri dragged him along for hours to find a nice thing to give him, Arthur granted himself a second look at it.

It was a silver cross in the style of victorian jewlery ornated with rubíes.

He put the cross in his pocket and smiled-- thank you, my dear

--No probs!-- she chirped and quickly followed her brother along as he sits in the library.

Without another Word spoken, both cuddle up and continue their books.

Rowena materialized a tea set and some of their favorite snacks to munch on.

--How Many books did you get 'em?-- Sam asked toying with the trinket he was given.

--A lot. That'll keep 'em busy for a while-- she replied watching the two younglings point some of their favorite quotes to one another.

Rowena says her goodbyes to everyone present, Jack and jerico thank her for the awesome vacation and she takes her leave.

Though before actually leaving she gives both younglings a final look filled with adoration and love.

Their family was weird, they were different pieces that made up a perfect masterpiece.

After all, the Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.

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