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cozycottagetarot · 27 days

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Random Things About Your Person

From Elle: Pulled This One From The Drafts... wasn't going to post it but maybe there's something useful in it for someone. It's a chill one ✌️

Notes:

Definition of 'Your Person': At this point, I'm not sure how I personally define 'Your Person', so I guess I'm leaving that up to you're interpretation. For now, let's just say someone you'll have an impactful connection with.

Reading Layout: This reading is done in a brain-dump style where the info is just bullet as it came to me and less organised.

Dividers From X

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PILE 1

This person is such a loving and nurturing person… they could even help heal your inner child. If you want kids then this will transfer over to how they parent and it's very heartwarming.

They give off ethereal vibes. Very in tune with their intuition or have a strong sense of knowing

They could be your 'perfect match'

Someone you 'grow old' with or could envision yourself 'growing old' with

They could have a diverse friend group or their friend group is very important to them.

Night and the moon could be super important. They could be born at night, you meet at night or you communicate with them through your dreams.

They’re very abundant. Regardless of how much money they make, they just have such a rich life that you can see they are without want.

They’re very calming. They could calm your nervous system.

You’re going to have a very passionate/intimate relationship

There could be a 1-3 year age difference between you two (this is more so if you're interested in age differences... I don't why but I ended up reading those here)

They’re trustworthy and reliable

A very strong, gentle and protective person

PILE 2

Could live by the water or be very emotional.

They’re your heart, your everything. It might be hard to deny your attraction to them… but not physically. More so like a knowing once you meet this person that they play a significant role in your story

'Lionheart'... Regal energy

Lots to learn from them... So much that I actually wrote it twice lol

Kind of exotic… very beautiful

They don’t bark, they bite

They're someone who makes things happen

Very quiet…. It makes me think of something that I saw that goes along the lines of "You're harmless, not peaceful. If you’re peaceful you’re capable of great violence" or something like that. This is not meant to say that they're this aggressive/violent person. I feel like it's quite the opposite really.

I kept seeing this image of coming across a wounded animal, a wolf to be exact. You can see they've been in a fight/injured and are on guard. They're not going to hurt you but you can see that they are alert and will attack if you show you mean harm. A case of survival...

I feel like they hold the key to your happiness in a way

Something angelic about them… it could be their mind too

3 to a 8 year age difference (this is more so if you're interested in age differences… I don't why but I ended up reading those here)

An unexpected meeting

Beauty in darkness. Easily stressed or anxious. It feels very tense compared to pile/group 1

They’ve overcome a lot… flexible at a cost

One of you is further ahead in life than the other

Protective of their energy. Loyal, ambitious.

Overstimulated frequently or easily

PILE 3

They may be big on naps. Like napping together is their love language

They may be a little weird

Grumpy x sunshine vibes

Whimsy or connected to their inner child, youthful vibe

Very calm and peaceful

You two could be polar opposites but you work well together.

Their appearance can change a lot... I think more so through them willingly changing it. Really, don't be alarmed if you come home and they look completely different. I feel like they're mischievous and would get a kick out of your reaction

You could have a 2-6 year age difference (this is more so if you're interested in age differences… I don't why but I ended up reading those here)

They've managed to maintain a positive disposition despite the hardships they've faced

They could give off a met you in a past life vibe

Either good at helping you relax or they easily get stressed out but then can just as easily relax themself

Could be very creative or artistic... muse energy

Could like to take their space/time alone.... but could get lost in their head if not careful.

"Living in alignment" could be important to them... they may have a set of personal values or principles they really like to adhere to.

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the-offside-rule · 4 months

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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Champagne Problems

Requested: fucking HIGHLY requested

Prompt: it's basically how Max and Y/n began their little affair from Farewell

Farewell: Part 1, Part 2

Champagne Problems: Part 2

Warnings: cheating, FICTION

Y/n smiled politely as the cameras flashed around her. This would be the first time she would be at the FIA Gala as an F1 driver. She was there when she was in F2 two years ago, and ultimately missed out last year after a very disappointing year in Williams. She posed and laughed, becoming more or less effortlessly gorgeous, easily the most gracious woman in the room and it didn't go unnoticed.

Many of her fellow drivers watched from the sidelines, one of these was Max who had his girlfriend tapping away on her phone mindlessly as he watched on. There was something about her when he first met her. Her honesty, her urge to befriend the grid. It made her likable from the get go and now that she was his teammate, he couldn't help but steal glances at her from across the garage. Despite the six-year age gap, there was an undeniable connection between them. Max, usually confident on the track, found himself feeling a bit uneasy around her. "Our turn." Kelly said, taking Max from his trance. He looked up to see Y/n gone and all the cameras noe turned in anticipation of who was to come next. "Right. Let's go." He smiled,grabbing her hand and leading her to the carpet.

Max walked backstage, being briefed on how the whole main event of the two teammates walking out would work. "So I just have to stand in the bit on the floor eith white tape?" Max asked. "Yes well you have to-" The voice faded away as he spotted Y/n smiling as she got her makeup touched up. God she looked stunning, but that's not something anyone should ever feel about their teammate, especially when she's younger. Max stood looking forward beside Y/n. They stood silently before Max coughed and managed to get a "hello" out. "I was beginning to think you were ignoring me." Y/n chuckled. "Never. I could never ignore you. You're far too loud and bubbly." Y/n turned to look at him and he did the same for her. "Don't pretend you hate it." She smiled.

"If you don't mind me saying-" He paused and looked between both of her eyes. "You look very good tonight." She nodded and smiled. "I know." Max chuckled. "I'd say you do." The pair looked forward, returning to their professional composure. "You know, I don't like these kind of events." She said. Max turned his head slightly so he could look at her in the corner of his eye. "I don't like having to dress up. I would prefer for us to just head somewhere with our Red Bull stuff on." She joked making Max laugh. "I mean if it suits you wear it."

"Introducing, newly crowned two time World Champion, Max Verstappen and the first woman to grace the grid in years, his 19 year old teammate, Y/n Y/l/n."

As Max stood next to his World Championship trophy, he searched the room for his teammate, desperately wanting to find her. Eventually he spotted her face, once bright and smiley now looking bored as she found herself surrounded by men. He chuckled and set his glass aside before grabbing the bottle of champagne beside him and making his way over to the small group. "But you see, crypto is the future and I would even go as far to say-"

"Hello Y/n!" She turned to see her teammate with a beaming smile upon his face. "Max." She replied. "Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind if I borrowed her from you. Y/n and I need to discuss some things. Excuse us." Max said, guiding her away with a knowing smile. As they walked away, Y/n couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull between them. "Of course." She turned to the guests and excused herself before quickly rushing off with Max. "Thank god. I don't think I could've listened to them talking about crypto currency for another minute." Max laughed, whisking her away with a charming smile. "Saved by the Max Verstappen." Y/n teased, her eyes meeting Max's. "Just returning the favor for you helping me this year." Max replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "You hardly needed me for something, did you?" She asked. "No, I just thought you needed help out of that situation and I happen to have a full bottle of champagne."

The pair found themselves on the balcony of the gala, away from prying eyes, continuing their conversation. Max, still hesitant to admit his feelings, spoke about the unique dynamics of their partnership on the track. "You know," Max began, clearing his throat. He turned to see Y/n looking at him. His knees went weak before continuing on. "We make a great team out there. I mean you're young, you're basically fearless and then...me?" He stopped, confused where he was going with this. "Old and wise?" He looked at her offended. "I'm not that old." She looked back out onto the view with a subtle smirk. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Max. Maybe it's the teamwork that's making us stand out."

"Maybe it's something else?" Y/n took a deep breath in as Max continued on. "How do you mean?" She asked. Max fought in his head whether or not he should admit to these immoral thoughts he had about her. "Nothing." He muttered back, grabbing the champagne from Y/n and taking a swig sipping from the bottle. "Well you've started it now, you may as well finish it." Y/n said. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, and Y/n could sense Max's internal struggle, torn between his feelings and loyalty to his girlfriend. "Just say it." She whispered. Max let out a sigh and kept looking out onto the view, not brave enough to look into her eyes in case he fell in love. "There's something about you, Y/n. I can't put a name to it but it's there."

"I've noticed, Max. It's been there all season." He let out a breath of relief, knowing she felt the same. "So, what exactly do we do now?" He asked. "Because-" He turned to her, taking her hand into his. She locked eyes with him. She never realised how blue they were before but now she can't help it, seeing the twinkling lights within them. "I can't promise anything, but I can't deny what I feel either." She nodded. "I understand, Max. I just-" He closed the gap between them, pecking her lips gently. He pulled away, staring at her in disbelief of what he had just done. "I am so sorry." He whispered. She took a deep breath. "Do it again."

It didn't take long for his hands to cup her face and pull her in again for another kiss. The kiss deepened and his hands dropped to her waist, while hers went under his buttoned shirt. This is the passion he had wanted with her. Y/n, her head generally always thinking of what others would say if they saw this, didn't care as Max pushed her back towards the ledge on the balcony and began to kiss her neck. Her fingers twirled through his hair, messing it as his now stained lips drew lilac bruises from her skin. She grinned, pulling him back up to engulf him yet another kiss when-

"Max!" The pair jumped apart by the sound of the sudden voice. "Max!" Their PR manager. "Yeah?" He called back, fixing his shirt back into his trousers. "We just need you for some photos!" Max wiped Y/n's smudged lipstick away from her lips and allowed her to fix his tie and his own lips. "Coming!" He shouted back. "If you find Y/n on the way in, can you call her in too?" Max looked down to Y/n grinning. "Of course!"

"Max?" He turned back, looking at her. "How about a movie at my hotel tonight?" She asked, twiddling with her fingers. Max didn't know what to do. "Um, maybe it's not such a good idea right now. I mean-" He paused gesturing inside. "My girlfriend is here and I don't think she would-"

"No, no, I get it. I think we just let the champagne get to us." She said. "Yeah. But if its any consolation, if I was single, you would- I mean I would love to- you- yeah." He couldn't quite finish his sentence. Y/n nodded. "Thanks." She mumbled. "I will-" He stopped. "I'll talk to you later." Y/n nodded again. "I'll be in soon. I. Just going to have a look at the view." She smiled, reassuringly. Max nodded and turned to leave. How could he do that? How stupid was he? Then again, she asked him to kiss her again. Did it mean anything?

As the gala drew to a close, Max and Y/n lingered closely to one another, their eyes speaking volumes. Max hesitated, his unspoken desire evident, but his unspoken loyalty to his girlfriend still there, but being questioned. "Should we leave?" Kelly asked, sensing that Max was not feeling it anymore. He nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "Alright. We should say goodbye to the other guests then." Kelly held his hand gently and pulled him along to say goodbye to everybody. "Leaving so early? You're not drunk already, are you?" Christian chuckled, patting Max on the back. Max chuckled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "I don't know. I've had a lot of people buying me drinks and then a whole bottle of champa-"

Max looked to Christian's right to see Y/n, looking between both his eyes. He felt the air stuck in his lungs as she stared right into his very soul. "I'll see you on the track, Y/n," Max finally said, his voice carrying a mix of regret and longing. Y/n, understanding the complexity of their situation, smiled softly. "Looking forward to it, Max." He opened his arms for a hug to which Y/n reluctantly fell into. How long would this awkwardness go on for? And how long would it take for someone to figure it out? The pair pulled away with Max giving an awkward smile. "See you next year." He whispered. "Likewise." And so, she watched him as he walked away, out of sight but most definitely not out of mind.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen imagine

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [CHOICELESS HOPE] ❞ — three. need in the devotee.

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summ.: the moment leading up to the kiss, the drumroll, is as good as the kiss itself. it's certainly more innocent. it's completely harmless. cw: canon divergent. emotional cheating. right person wrong time. no use of y/n. wc: 1k+.

previously

First cases were always an awkward matter, getting to know new people, having them wonder if you were nice or not and wondering the same thing about them. You thought maybe having Dave around would make it less clunky. Irrevocably wrong you were, as you had to explain the divorce from your cheating husband when he asked how the bastard was.

Everytime you thought about your divorce it made something in your brain twitch, it had been finalized four years prior but it still hurt, and you got mad at yourself for being hurt, not only because it was a hit to your gut, your non trusting nature decided to trust this one man and he broke it so easily. But it hurt more as deep down you felt like you deserved it. Like it was your karma.

“I watched you speak about the importance of profiling for crisis negotiation once. You seemed very passionate about it, almost like Hotch–” You held in a sigh as the genius boy possibly every unit had heard of spoke. You were an expert. A leader in your field. It just happened that your field was the one Hotchner literally wrote the book about. You would have to deal with the comparison constantly now. “Why did you transfer?”

“Not the pay, that I can assure you.” That earned you your first group laugh, some of them looking over at Rossi, possibly understanding now why he looked so enthusiastic about your transfer, or because he was the one who mostly talked about the fact the pay was shit.

“She was the only one available with experience, and she was forced to.” Aaron clarifies from his seat on the jet, having thoroughly read your paperwork by now. You nod in confirmation, not caring that it wasn’t the best look to have been forced into their unit. It was yours first anyway.

“Familiarity with the way Hotch works was a factor too, it seems.” Some things don’t come written on paper, only the influence of being one of the unit’s founders, like Dave, guaranteed that type of information, or at least you thought so, as that fact didn’t come to you as reasoning. Still, you wouldn’t lose the opportunity to tease Aaron, even if only a bit.

“Familiarity is a way to put it, huh? Most of his methodology was created with me.” Scoffing loudly was his response while he shook his head in disbelief, the rest of the team glancing from you to him in curiosity.

“Maybe write a book about it then.” Two hours into the first jet flight and you could possibly punch him in the face to get that little shit eating grin out of it. Or maybe kiss him.

“I thought working with you two together would make me feel young again. It doesn’t. I’m too old for this now.” Dave points to you both and looks back to the files, bringing the conversation back to the case in hand.

First two months he tries not to favor your presence, sending you off with Derek, Dave or Spencer to check crime scenes, talk to suspects, witnesses, but like magnets you two always ended up beside each other, too close, shoulders touching while reading files and completing each other’s thoughts for the profiles.

You do try to keep your distance as best as you can as well, favoring sitting alone on the jet, talking to Emily or losing to Reid at chess, bonding with the team was an important part of what made any work the best work possible. And it’s not as in better workplace, but better at the job.

Connecting with the team made profiling better, faster, that was why you and Hotch were quick to make connections, quick to see holes, patterns, when you were together.

Still you catch his annoying glances that he makes no effort to conceal when you lock eyes with him, instead he smiles with his teeth and waits for you to look away. And you usually do.

Las Vegas being the final destiny though, you had your mind set on not looking away when he did his well known dance of glancing and waiting for you to look back, instead getting up to your feet and walking over to him, savoring the soft, almost shy smile he gave you as he took in your every move, from your seat to the one by his side.

You take a spray bottle out of the pocket of your FBI jacket and hand him without a word, trying to ignore the way he makes it his job to linger the soft brush your fingers against his as he read the information.

“Sunscreen? You know I don’t–”

“Don’t like the feeling on your skin, yeah, that’s a spray one, not sticky, not liquidy and it dries out completely.” Aaron listens to you intently, but still has his suspicions, being shown clearly by the way he furrowed his brows even though his heart was skipping several beats by your actions.

“What about the smell?” He’s properly fiddling with the bottle as if he was a kid with a toy, taking the cap off and trying to smell it through the sprayer, you roll your eyes and extend your arm to him.

“It’s unscented, touch and smell my arm, I’m wearing it.” You’re not really thinking it through when you almost shove your forearm on his nose, he obliges it and takes a deep breath, you feel the air leaving his nose in your skin and get suddenly shy.

His cheeks flush in warm pink, the product might be unscented but your skin smells like… You. He could recognize it from a mile away. He thinks to himself for a second and realizes that maybe if sunscreens had your scent he wouldn’t mind using them. And when his fingers softly touch your wrist, getting hold of it to lower it down, he is reminded of how soft you feel so he has no choice but to drop it or else he would be holding onto it for as long as you’d let him.

#lari writes sometimes #those are two different days btw #aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

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sugurusluts · 1 year

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Zuko x mercenary!reader -part one

Do people still read Zuko x reader fics?

Mostly for my own amusement bc Zukos adorable- longer than my usual stuff! ♡︎

Warnings: none

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They had followed our little gang around the world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine they’d track Aang here, but they didn’t seem in any mood to strike.

I couldn’t help but feel defensive of the kingdom, even if the two were doing nothing but serving tea. I worked as a mercenary for whatever town seemed to need assistance. Despite not knowing any form of bending, I had connections, and that made me an asset.

Having worked around this place more times than I could count, I knew almost everyone. Most of everyone around town were good people, the type to invite you over for dinner just for giving them a hand in the fields.

Knowing someone like Zuko was around them made me uneasy, that was until Iroh approached me.

“Ah, a mercenary! What mercenary wouldn’t want to help a poor frail old man?” He whined dramatically, from behind me.

“Iroh” my hand tightened on my sword, I assumed there was an unspoken rule that neither group would bother eachother if they truly wanted to live in peace. Maybe I misread this dynamic?

“Good to see you too Y/N, you can losen your grip, im not here to fight you. I couldn’t care less about the Avatar, you know that”

I tilted my head in confusion, what else would he be here for? I couldn’t bring myself to believe he was now a hard working humble business man.

“Would you mind talking to me for just a minute, I’ll make it worth your while” he grinned, holding out a few gold coins he scrounged out of his pockets.

I caved from curiosity, following him as he walked me through a crowd, far away from his new little shop, leading me to a small alley.

“So..why did we have to go to an alleyway for this? Are you gonna mug me?”

“No such thing, I actually have a job for you”

I scoffed, the fuck made him think I’d want to take work from him? I turned on my heel, disappointed at the lack of information he gave me.

“Zuko’s lonely!”

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Iroh, dumbfounded.

“Zuko’s lonely?”

“Painfully so, you know how hard it is to watch my nephew be such an introvert at his age?”

I rolled my eyes, “what does any of this have to do with me exactly?”

“Well, you could possibly help the poor boy out, couldn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to ask him on a date”

“…”

Jesus fucking Christ he can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to ask the guy who’s tried to kill my friend more times than I can count on a date?”

“Precisely!”

“…Iroh, I’m not a prostitute, I’m not asking Zuko out for cash. He wouldn’t even agree to it either, he’d recognize me.”

The man sighed, pulling out a fabric bag filled to the brim with gold coins. God Zuko was a lost cause.

“Lay on the charm, and maybe he will!”

He dropped the bag in my hand, holy shit was it heavy..

“…fine”

I never thought I’d end up asking Zuko, the fire lords son out on a date, but here we are.

I sauntered into the tea shop, greeting locals as I made my way to where Zuko was pouring.

Carefully filling the cup, he didn’t notice as I leaned against the counter he was behind. I rested my chin in my hands, looking him up and down.

It has been quite a while since I saw him last, longer hair suited him.

When he finally noticed me, he took a double take, stumbling while trying to hold the cup steady.

“…Y/N..?” He asked almost timidly, as if he didn’t want to believe I was standing infront of him.

“Hey, you remember my name, aren’t you sweet?”

He went quiet, still staring at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He pushed past me, going to deliver tea to a table. What a good little worker.

He returned to where I was standing, starting to wash dishes, ignoring my presence.

“What’s your name?”

“..what?”

“Your name, you’re not still going by Zuko here are you?”

He flinched as I used his real name, his eyes flicking between mine and his dishes.

“..Lee. Why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my favorite prince?”

He stiffened at the praise. “…are you planning on fighting me?”

“No, the opposite actually”

He furrowed his eyebrows in a surprisingly cute fashion.

“Going from Avatar hunter to waiter must be a real boring change of pace for you, huh?”

He didn’t answer, still washing dishes.

“How about you let me make it more interesting for you?”

“..what?”

“I’m asking you out Lee”

He didn’t say anything to that. He simply blinked comedically, his eyes wide.

I gave him time, I wasn’t going to rush him. Iroh did not have the same curtsy.

“Ah welcome to our Shop miss, what tea do you fancy?”

“..I’m not the biggest fan of tea, I’m here because I fancy something else”

Zukos face turned an impossible shade of red, I thought steam may come out of ears if I kept this up.

“Oh? And what are you referring to?” Iroh couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Your nephew of course”

“Oh! Well a night out couldn’t hurt, right Lee?”

He whipped his head back and forth between his uncle and I in disbelief.

“Uncle, you know who this is don’t you?!”

Iroh studied me up and down.

“A humble mercenary looking for a date?”

“You’re exactly right” I smiled knowingly at Iroh, despite him technically being my enemy this exchange was a little fun.

“I don’t see why not Lee! Aren’t they cute?” Iroh gestured to me as if this was completely normal.

“Yeah Lee, aren’t I cute?” *i lean over the counter, invading his personal space.

Poor thing was absolutely floored as he whipped his head between me and Iroh trying to figure out if he was the weird one for being suspicious.

“If this is some sort of ploy to-“ he glares me, but it’s hard to take him seriously with such a red face.

“-I’ll pay for dinner, alright? All you have to do is have fun and look pretty. How about I come back at 7?” I didn’t know I had this much game until now. Why wasn’t I using this power for good before?

“The Shop will be closed by then, no reason to decline” Iroh looks up at his flustered nephew. How long would it take for the poor boy to crack?

“..fine..if you’re not here by exactly seven, I’m not going”

What a brat.. this was going to be an interesting date.

“I’ll be on time, don’t worry your pretty little head. I have business to attend to, I’ll be seeing you Lee” I wink at him, amused at how..affection starved he seemed.

He spun back around, his back facing me, but I could see the blush on his face starting to reach his neck..

Iroh was going to owe me much more than a bag of coins for this.

#zuko #zuko avatar #zuko smut #zuko x reader #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #general iroh #fem reader #male reader #nb reader #x reader

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daisyrb-gvf · 3 months

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Cruising Into Love

d.r.w. x f!reader

My first post on tumblr, but definitely not my first fic. Danny's cruise picture had this story pouring out of me, so I hope you all like it! I thought this first chapter would be longer than it is, but the next part of the story deserves its' own chapter.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: After 3 mundane months of working on a cruise ship, you're met with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

Warnings: plenty of swooning, language and brief mentions of f masturbation.

You sigh as you zip up the back of your fitted black dress. Another night, another performance. You love being an entertainer, and sitting behind the keys is as close to home as you can get on this ship, but after 3 months of your 8 month stretch, it is starting to feel so redundant, and there are only so many songs that are approved to perform at the piano bar. The boss wasn’t too pleased with your medley of LL Cool J songs with an audience consisting of mainly 50-80 year olds. Tight ass.

“Just three more nights and you get a break,” you reassure yourself as you touch up your makeup in the pathetically tiny mirror that looks huge in this shoebox of a bathroom.

“Alright girl, I’m off,” you say to your slightly-less-than-pleasant bunk mate. It could be worse, but it would have been nice to bunk with someone who actually seemed to give even half a fuck about you. At least she wasn’t mean. Just…distant.

“Kay,” she replied with enthusiasm akin to a corpse, not bothering to look up from the sketch she was working on. You sighed again, feeling like you’ll never be able to chip away at that wall. You didn’t come here to make friends, but damn, a little human connection would be nice sometimes.

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Your body shuddered as you threw back a shot of tequila at the bar. “Thanks, Chris,” you said to the bartender-one of the few people who will have an actual conversation with you. He winked before flicking his eyes over to a young, classically hot dude. Boyish features, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair…you get it, but definitely not your type.

“Down boy,” you say with a chuckle as you wink back at him.

Settling down at the keys, the audience gives you a small applause as the chatting dies down.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” you ask the small crowd, mustering up as much enthusiasm as you can. You get a small cheer, and a few whoops from the more inebriated folks. “You mind if I play a few songs for you?” A louder cheer encourages you as your hands start to dance across the ivory keys.

Ooh you can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Digging the dancing queen

The crowd sings along with you-definitely one of the more tone-deaf groups you’ve played for, but at least they seem to be having fun. Dancing Queen is always a good opener, and one of your favorites, so you prefer to start the shows this way.

The crowd cheers as you segue into your next number. People are getting tipsier with each song, and you have to admit, it is pretty entertaining. Drunk crowds are typically great audiences unless they get belligerent.

“Alright, it’s been a blast playing for you all tonight,” you say as you start the intro to your final song.

I needed the shelter of someone’s arms

And there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs

And there you were

WIth sweet love and devotion–

Holy shit. Who is that guy? A tall, dark, and handsome man emerged into your view after an elderly couple left the table in front of his. You miss a note and snap back into focus through the chorus. What the hell? Why is some random-admittedly gorgeous-dude throwing you off? That’s new. You make it through the second verse, but after that it’s impossible to not steal another glance. Your knees get a little shaky as you drink him in, thankfully keeping your shit together in your performance. You watch him sing along as he drums his fingers on the little bistro table. You realize you glanced a little too long once he smirks at you, locking eyes. You blush red and avoid the entire corner of the room where he is sitting for the rest of the song. Oh God, how embarrassing.

The crowd cheers as the song ends and you take a bow before immediately walking back over to the bar…which, unfortunately, is far too near the gorgeous man in the corner.

“One more tequila, please, Chris,” you say anxiously as he chuckles.

“Little flustered there, aren’t you? Wouldn’t have anything to do with that yummy Greek statue of a man there in the corner would it?”

“Shut up, Chris,” you whisper, your face turning redder by the second.

“Mmhmm, okay. Whatever you say,” he says with a smirk before walking to the other end of the bar serving the influx of post-performance guests.

Walking out of the room, you make it maybe ten feet before realizing you left your phone behind the bar.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, debating on walking back now or waiting until the crowd clears in hopes of avoiding the gorgeous creature who made you pathetically weak in the knees.

“Oh, come on, he is just a man. Get the fuck over it,” you mutter again, rolling your eyes at yourself. You turn around and make it one step before slamming straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” you both say in unison as large, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, steadying you. Of-fucking-course.

“Oh, no worries!” the insanely beautiful man replies, dropping his hands from your shoulders. The summer breeze feels colder than it had before as your whole body flushes.

“Oh-um-yeah, okay,” you sputter out with a nervous smile. Good God, get your shit together.

He chuckles, “Your performance was great. We loved it,” he says warmly as a beautiful, tall, brunette woman walks up next to him. Of course. There’s no way this man could be single. It only makes sense that he would have one of the most staggeringly gorgeous women on his arm.

“Yes, it was lovely!” she chimes in, hooking her arm through his as she reaches out a hand to shake yours.

“Oh, thank you!” trying to stay as cool as possible and not show your disappointment, you shake her hand and flash a smile.

“I’m Josie, and this is my brother, Danny,” she introduces.

Oh. Brother. He’s her brother. The relief you feel is embarrassing and you hope it doesn’t show on your face. You sense it does, based on the tiny smirk Josie is clearly trying to hold back.

“Nice to run into you,” Danny says with a chuckle, reaching his hand out to shake yours as well. He holds your gaze for just a moment longer than you expected. Just long enough for your breath to catch as you get lost in his dark hazel eyes…flecks of gold, brown, and green-the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen. He flashes a bright white smile that makes your chest tighten.

“Yeah, uh, you too,” you reply with a nervous giggle, your voice barely shaky. Oh my God, you are so fucking embarrassing.

“Come on, Dan. We’re late meeting mom and dad,” Josie says, leading Danny down the hallway. “Nice meeting you!”

“Yeah, you too!” You stay glued in place for a moment, watching them walk away. Damn, the back looks just as good as the front. Danny turns around at that moment, catching you staring. He smirks and winks before turning back around, disappearing as they turn a corner.

“Real smooth, you idiot,” you sigh, tossing your head back before walking back into the bar.

– – –

You got almost no sleep that night, and it infuriated you. Losing sleep over a man you barely met. Get a grip…but, those eyes-such a warm hue, long lashes, smooth, tan skin, he had a little dusting of freckles on his cheeks and angular, almost avian, nose. His features were masculine and sharp, with a jaw that could probably cut glass, but his kind eyes and heart-melting smile made him seem so…soft. You could tell he was a man who wasn’t afraid to do some grooming and pampering. With skin like that and shiny, dark brown, perfect ringlets of hair long enough to barely brush his shoulders…yeah, he put some effort into his appearance. His demeanor didn’t seem cocky or vain, though. Confident, sure, but not full of himself. Ugh, and then that body.

“Oh, come on,” you say exasperatedly to yourself as you roll over for what was probably the 20th time, trying to relax. “You’re not 13 years old. For God’s sake, you are 25. Act like it.”

You take a deep breath and relax one muscle at a time, feeling the gentle rocking of the ship lulling you to sleep. You start to drift off and the image of Danny turning around to wink at you jolts you awake again.

“What the hell? May as well just stop fighting it,” you say defeatedly, letting your mind drift off to Danny with no resistance. You close your eyes again as you try to remember every detail. His sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, slender hips and legs, but you could definitely see the muscle definition under those tight black jeans. You let out a little giggle as you remember the cheesy little shark tooth necklace dangling on his collarbone, just above a small patch of black hair dusted on his sternum. His short-sleeved top was unbuttoned just below his pecs, leaving the rest of his torso up to your imagination. You find yourself imagining how it would feel to run your hands over his warm, undoubtedly hard, stomach before smoothing them around to his back, running up to his sturdy, broad shoulders. You know what would help you sleep, but even alone in your bunk, you’re embarrassed that seeing this man for a few moments would cause you to slip your hand into your shorts. You wonder if you had met him earlier in the day it would have given you time to shake it off. Maybe take a run around the 7th floor track that wraps around the ship on the deck. But for now, you need sleep, so you do what needs to be done. Thank God your bunkmate is working the overnight shift. It only takes a few minutes before you finish with a soft sigh, drifting off to sleep seconds later.

– – –

Hard as you tried, you can’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment when Danny doesn’t show up at the next night’s performance, and you feel pathetic for that. This is a huge ship. It’s impossible to do even half of the activities offered, so why would he come to the same show twice? To see you? Come on, girl. Get real. The self-loathing is bubbling up inside you as you attempt to exhaust yourself by running seven miles. Does it work? Absolutely not. You’ve never felt so electric and energized. Any other time you would have been grateful, but not now. Not when, despite your exhaustive efforts, you still find yourself relieving that ache in your core before drifting off to sleep.

Rolling out of bed the next morning, you feel a bit better. The exhaustion from your run the day before caught up to you, and your legs feel like they are on fire. Thank God. Despite the pain, you brush your teeth, throw your hair in a bun, and slip on a tank top, shorts and running shoes, making your way to the 7th floor. Maybe after today’s run you won’t even think about him when you fall into bed tonight.

A small smile forms on your face as you close your eyes, feeling the sea breeze enveloping you as you step through the double glass doors onto the deck. Most people you know prefer to run out on forest trails, feeling the crunch of leaves and soft dirt under their feet, seeing the sun filter through quaking aspens, hearing songs from morning birds harmonizing together. You love it too, but the power and energy that the ocean offers can’t be beat. You start off with a slow jog, warming up your aching muscles, before finding your stride. You feel as if the ocean is running alongside you, the waves matching your pace. You finally start to feel like you’ve found your footing again-literally and figuratively. After your first lap you see a few more people making their way onto the deck. Most come out for a nice walk, just enjoying the view they don’t get to see often. You see a sweet old couple, moseying along hand-in-hand. Just walking silently. Comfortably together. This is a common sight around here, but you feel a bittersweet sort of heartache for just a moment before someone whizzes right past you.

Long legs, narrow hips, mess of dark chocolate curls tickling those broad, tanned shoulders with each step, the navy blue muscle tee giving you a much better view of those shoulders as they flex and move in tandem with his strong, lean legs. Legs that he clearly enjoys showing off based on the yellow shortie-shorts he’s sporting. You increase your pace with a surge of adrenaline, but also so you can get as close as you can to the view. As he reaches the curve of the track at the front of the ship, he looks over his shoulder at you, grinning before picking up his pace. Is he…challenging you? Oh, it is so on. You weren’t an all-state track star for nothing. You grin and take a deep breath, pushing yourself faster, the excitement dulling the burning pain in your thighs. Danny hears you round the corner as you catch up to him, chuckling through his steady, heavy breaths. You’re not letting those long, sculpted legs have an advantage over you. Ignoring the burn in your chest, you surge forward faster, eventually passing him. Looking over your shoulder you catch him staring at your ass. He quickly looks away and out at the ocean. If you weren’t puffing and panting so hard, you’d probably giggle, but it’s all you can do to stay focused and not let him catch up to you. You both run another lap, taking turns being in the lead before you both give up and just run at a steady pace next to one another.

“Okay, I give up,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re good! How long were you running before I came out?” You couldn’t help but shiver slightly hearing the deep timbre of his voice between his panting breaths.

“Oh, just barely over a lap,” you reply, doing your best to not sound like you’re dying, and failing miserably.

“Safe to say this is something you do often?” He runs the back of his hand down his neck, wiping off a bead of sweat that rolled from his chin down over his prominent Adam’s apple.

Taking a big gulp of air that had nothing to do with your exhaustive run, you wipe sweat from your brow and try not to stare at his neck and shoulders glistening in the sunlight. “No, this is my first time,” you say as seriously as you can manage.

“Are you joking?!” he asks incredulously.

A laugh bubbles up at the sight of his adorably confused and surprised expression. “Absolutely. I’ve been running basically my whole life.” Your breathing is finally starting to slow along with his, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders still exaggerated, but not as fast.

“Oh, thank God,” he replied, flashing that bright smile, your breathing picking up again ever so slightly.

“Bit competitive, huh?” You walk over and grab a couple of towels and water bottles from the recently restocked shelf.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You hand him a towel and bottle and he immediately chugs half of the water, a tiny bit of it running down his chin, the small stream of cool liquid mixing with the sweat on his neck, traveling down his protruding Adam’s apple again. “Thank you,” he says, wiping his brow with the slightly scratchy fabric of the generic beach towel.

“Oh, yeah..uh, you’re welcome,” you awkwardly sputter, yet again embarrassed by the reaction this man is getting from you for basically just existing.

He drops his head, clearly trying to be a gentleman and hide his knowing smirk. After a brief awkward moment he looks out at the water. “Bet this never gets old, does it-getting to run with the waves every day?”

“Never,” you reply, with a contented sigh. “The ocean is the best running buddy I’ve ever had, no offense,” you giggle.

He chuckles back at you, “None taken. I totally understand. I wish I could do this every day.”

You both saunter over to the railing and lazily lean over the smooth, wooden bar.

“Well, they’re basically always hiring here. Want a job?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies, his large hands gripping the rail as he leans back slightly, enjoying the breeze. His damp curls already drying from the salty air.

“This sea breeze is really the only thing that could do any tempting. Cruise life behind the scenes isn’t very glamorous. I’m sure whatever you’re doing now is better than this.”

“Maybe so. Depends on the day.”

“So, what do you do?” you ask, turning around to lean your back against the railing as you take another sip of water.

“Danny! I thought you said you were going to wait for me?” Josie bursts through the glass doors, looking irritated. “Oh hi!” she says, flashing a bright smile-very similar to her brother’s-at you. “It’s good to see you again. You want to join us on our jog?”

Josie is so bubbly and bright. She has that magnetic energy that people are just naturally drawn to. Matched with her staggering beauty (that clearly runs in the family), you imagine that there are plenty of unsuspecting people out there who have been left in a haze by her presence. You find yourself just a bit jealous of whatever genes run in that family.

“Oh, thank you for asking, but I actually just finished up here. I don’t think I have another lap left in me,” you chuckle, finishing off what’s left of your water. “Not after kicking this guy’s butt,” you giggle nodding your head in Danny’s direction.

“Excuse me?” he retorts, “I do believe that it was a tie,” he laughs. My God, he has the most adorable laugh you’ve ever heard-kinda dorky, actually, and you are so glad this Greecian god has been humanized a bit, even if it did make your heart ache more for him.

“I believe you,” Josie loudly whispered to you with a wink, “and thank you for tiring him out a bit. Now I can outrun him,” she laughed before bolting down the track.

“Oh come on, sis! That’s not fair!” he called out, running after her. After a few strides he slowed down and turned around, running backward, “It was good to see you again!”

You watched him run down the track, frozen in place again, until he turned the corner.

“Guess I’ll be losing more sleep tonight,” you mutter with a sigh before walking inside to take an ice cold shower.

LOTS more Danny in the next chapter, I promise. I'm a slow-burner.

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Honkai pt.2 first impressions (as of completing pt.2 ch.1 phase 1) (don't come at me)

I'm gonna be focusing mostly on the characters in this post, but I'll briefly go over the ui and open world

So... I really miss the old ui already lmao. Even if it did look old and outdated, I think it was pretty unique for a sci-fi game and personally easier on my eyes (I think I just need to get used to it, but everything looks to similar in the new ui and I can't focus as easily on it 😭 That's probably just me though) I also think it looks kind of out of place if you go back to play older chapters, but it's not horrible. Personally, I feel like I'll always prefer the old ui. However, it looks great in the new open world chapter! Usually, I don't really like the ow chapters, but this one actually runs well, and I've been enjoying it quite a lot, even the side missions. (Also, it's just really nice to look at) It definitely reminds me of hsr and apho, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

As for the new gameplay, it's... ok. The new battlesuits don't feel much funner or nicer than the old battlesuits. If anything, I like them less. With Helia and Coralie, the effects are fine since they're A-ranks, and the gameplay is also nice for an A-rank. Senadina's actual gameplay is fine. But her animations are so boring 😭 I like that it lights up the area around her but that's about it. I get that sometimes the animations could get too flashy, but Senadina's are just boring for what's presumably meant to be the fancy new S-rank. I'll cut her some slack, though, since it's still the beginning of pt.2.

Finally, I'll be talking about the characters themselves! Remember, these opinions are very subject to change, as it's only the beginning of pt.2's story. (I'll ommit my opinions on the designs for today)

Starting with the Dreamseeker!

I really appreciate how they didn't make them just another self insert who barely talks. Though I don't see why they didn't fully commit and give them a name. They could even keep the genderswapping thing by giving them an androgynous name. (Speaking of that, I didn't think I'd like that, but y'know what, it's cool that it's actual genderfluid rep!) However, the DS's personality so far has been kind of boring in my opinion. I think they're a very intriguing character. I mean, they were born out of the Sea of Quanta and hilariously chill over dreaming about dancing with a goddess who tells them they're gonna save the world, waking up in the SoQ with an amnesiac version of that goddess, and being thrust into a whole new bubble universe. I know they want to get home, but damn, I feel like I would freak out more. I really hope we get to learn more about them, and their personality shines through more!

Senadina- Ok. I'm pretty sure this is a controversial opinion already, but I don't really like Senadina. I want to because her selective memories and connection to a goddess are interesting, and she has cute moments, but she kind of just... annoys me. I mean, we've seen this kind of amnesiac but bubbly character before (*cough cough* March 7th *cough cough*), and something about her personality just annoys me. I can't pinpoint what it is about her, but like... I just don't really like her. She starts growing on me, and then she'll say something that annoys me. Right now, she feels like a character just designed to sell toys to me. I'm sure that will change, as she's one of the main main characters, but right now, she just isn't it for me. I hope she gets more interesting, and I grow to like her more.

Coralie- She's very much the Bronya of the group, but she's not just a Bronya clone, and I can appreciate her for that. I don't think I like her as much as I liked Bronya right off the bat, but of the main four, she has the most personality to me so far. She's also just kind of weird, which I like lmao. I have less to say about her and Helia, so just know that while I do like her, she's far from being an instant favorite.

Helia- She exists. That's almost all I have to say. Her bridge voicelines did make me like her a bit more, though. I think she's kind of cute, but nothing about her interests me. I also don't really like that she's yet another Durandal fan. I get that we only have like - 2 Dudu fans other than her, but it's not really an original character trait. Why couldn't she have been a Kiana fan or something? Even a Theresa fan would be cool. Teri needs more fans. I think she's fine, but boring.

Songque- She's definitely my favorite so far! There's definitely enough intrigue surrounding her for me to want to know more about her. What was that "dream" sequence with the DS before they actually met about? She's a shu, but what does she really know? I also like her personality. It's not like my favorite personality or anything, but she definitely has one, and it adds to the intrigue surrounding her. I hope she doesn't just go away after this story arc is finished.

So, that's most of my opinions about pt.2 so far! I left out some stuff, but this is really all you need to know about how I feel about the characters, gameplay, and ui so far.

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frogletscribe · 4 months

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I finished the main story of A:FoP last night and I have more thoughts but don't want to spoil anything for anyone who is not there yet so im putting them under the cut again lol. Also a lot of this gets into like general Avatar lore things and not always specifically A:FoP. I just have a lot of thoughts and not a lot of people to talk to about it lmao.

Warning: this is very long, i am apologizing now if you choose to read the whole thing.

Spoilers for Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora under the cut

TEYLAN oh my god my boy. He scared me so bad when he showed up again but I'm so glad he had a hand in stopping Mercer. It felt like such a moment of growth for him finaly setting himself free of his abuser. Poor guy feels so guilty about everything that happened, and I'm very nervous about whenever Nor comes back in future DLC stuff because he still doesn't know that Teylan 'betrayed' them. Especially after everything with Alma.

Speaking of Alma, I have somewhat mixed feelings about her story? Obviously the Sarentu have every right to be pissed at her, I am pissed at her, she used them (and honestly is still using them) to ease her own guilt. What bothers me is the "You will never be one of us" rhetoric? Mostly because it makes me think of Jake and the Sully kids (Lo'ak and Kiri specifically) who all are/look more like Avatars rather than Na'vi. It makes me wonder how the Sarentu would react to them? The situations are very different, Jake gave up almost everything that made him human to live as a Na'vi where Alma has stayed human, albeit unhealthily attached to her Avatar form. Jake worked to earn his place with the Na'vi where Alma is trying to take it from this group of children she has been lying to from the very start.

But more than that, her still talking as if she was a part of their family at the end made me so mad. I don't think Nor had a good reaction to her by any means, stabbing her was definitely not good, and it leaves all of the other humans scared of him but like,,, i'm on his side tbh. His anger is justified, he's just not coping with it in healthy ways. Like at least the Sarentu did shut her down, Alma is not a part of their family by the end, but giving her the grace they did at the end i think was more than she deserved. Idk, I am glad that they are able to be the bigger persons (pun not intended lol) and move forward, I'm just not a fan of forgiving a person who was partially responsible for the murder of your entire family?

Back to Nor. He is such an interesting character to have next to Ri'nela and So'lek. His anger is palpable and it has nowhere to go. He refuses to connect to Eywa again because he feels he has been poisoned by TAP and humans as a whole and it colors everything he does. He copes with his pain by ignoring it until it becomes too much and he snaps.

And then there is Ri'nela, who is also clearly hurt by everything that comes to light about the Sarentu and TAP, but she is so much more reserved about it. She has a really lovely audio log about how she feels the need to set her own emotions aside so she can take care of others and their emotions. You can really tell how much pressure she puts on herself to be that emotional stability for others. Still she works through it and at the very least tries to talk with the Protag about it in a much more healthy way than Nor does.

Compare that to So'lek, who is similarly reserved in is emotions to Ri'nela, but less to protect others and more to protect himself. Hopefully we will get a little more insight into his character with the comics coming out, but So'lek is i think very similar to Nor in a lot of ways. His clan was wiped out in the Great War, and he was the only survivor to not assimilate into another clan, and we can assume, i think, that those other survivors were most likely children and other non-warriors, either too old or unable to fight for whatever reason. He is entirely alone by choice, and he is angry, but he keeps it together.

So'lek sees the bigger picture, he knows that the resistance is the one other group that's actually fighting back (Besides Jake and the Omatikaya), even if its entirely a group of humans, who we can assume he is not terribly fond of in general. He makes a point of saying the RDA is what needs to be removed from Pandora, not humans. He knows how to separate his allies instead of generalizing 'all humans bad', something Nor is implied to struggle with at least a little. That is especially clear when So'lek calls Nor out after he stabs Alma. But that still doesn't negate how angry So'lek is and is capable of being. He says it after HQ is attacked, he is trying not to follow Nor and his rage. He knows that if he has that conversation with Nor, it will be very easy for him to let his rage consume him as well.

Given that Nor is pretty much gone from the game after he stabs Alma, I'm hoping that in the upcoming DLC we get to find him? Maybe he is being an angry loner out on the woods or if he has found other missing TAP students? There are 4 mentioned in game, either by name (Ri'nela asks where two of them, Telisi and Yefti, are at the very start of the game, and 2 more are mentioned in TAP School Records, Okni and Yuayt) Of course they could all have died while the main four were in cryosleep, 15 years have passed and if they werent with that group when Alma saved them, theres no telling what exactly has happened to them. I just think it could be cool for them to pop up and join back up with the Sarentu.

On, like, an entirely different note, the joy it gives me that there are multiple nonbinary characters! Ahh!!! I think right now the only ones are Tsu'kiri from the Aranahe and Okul from the Kame'tire, at least that I have found, but the way that they are handled, I really really love. They are both just people! Existing in the world! As a nonbinary person myself i also really appreciate the game using they/them for the protagonist and letting you flavor your character however you want so that you aren't locked into male/female like so many games tend to do.

Getting into less A:FoP specific and more general lore territory: Something else I found really interesting while digging around on the wiki is that Mokasa is not the Olo'eyktan? He is listed as Anufi's chief advisor, which made him a sort of stand in Olo'eyktan while she was exiling herself, but he isn't actually the Olo'eyktan the way Ka'nat and Nesim are for their respective clans. Even on the wiki, the Olo'eyktan for the Kame'tire is labeled as Unknown. At most we get Okul being named ? Tsakarem? Thats at least what I took from it. But it makes me curious about the other clans and their leadership (also just very curious about them in general lol). There are 16 clans that we know of (that are all still canon) but we really have only really in depth explored 6 of them in the whole series so far. (Just counting the movies and A:FoP right now because I do not have access to the comics or I think the like one? other games that is still canon) Idk im interested in more Olo'eyktan/Tsahik dynamics beyond just mated pairs like we have seen. Like the Zeswa sisters is really cool to me, or father/daughter dynamic with Ka'nat and Etuwa. Obviously, Jake, and later Tarsem, are not mated to Mo'at but there was the intention of Neytiri eventually taking over as Tsahik before the Sully's left, which would have continued the married couple leaders dynamic that we have been seeing.

We also know that Olo'eyktan don't always have to be men (See Nesim for the Zeswa and Ikneyi from the Tayrangi clan that we see in the first film), so then are there examples of male Tsahik somewhere? Okul being presumably named Tsakarem as a nonbinary/gender non-conforming character would imply that on some level, but im curious if we will ever see examples of it.

And finally, somebody has got to let me smooch the characters in this game PLEASE.

If you actually read all that kudos to you and thank you for indulging my screaming.

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fang-and-feather · 5 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Isaac x Arthur x Reader - Triadverse AU

Words: 625

Summary: Once upon a time, the three of you had been wandering stars, Isaac the most lost of them all. But you found your place in the sky by each other’s sides. A happy constellation formed on bonds of love. And it grew, and now it was changing.

Written for May's Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Stars from @polyamships

Not the fic I expected to write, but the fic that came out. Sometimes I think I give myself too little time to write, but I'm afraid if I don't I'll just start tearing it appart or throwing it away and restarting, again and again. That's what happened with this one.

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“Isaac?”

He almost jumped at the sound of your voice, finally tearing his attention from the telescope and the mystery on the other side of the lens.

“When you offered to come get Julia, we didn’t expect you to just take her place.” Arthur laughed.

Despite the words of complaint, Isaac was surprised to find himself wrapped in a thicker blanket, sandwiched between you and Arthur.

“She found something interesting. It is bright like a star but moves like a comet. I never saw something like that.”

A smoking mug was thrust before him, keeping him focused on Earth and his partners.

It was a mixture of hot chocolate and coffee that Arthur had taken a liking to. His with less coffee and a bit more cream than the original recipe you made for Arthur. But although each of you drank it slightly different, it had become your triad’s drink.

Isaac took a long sip, while you and Arthur snuggled closer to him, drinking from your own cups.

“It might be a lost star, trying to find her own constellation.” Arthur suggested.

“I’m serious, Arthur.” Isaac protested.

“Me too, luv. Just like you found us. Don’t you think our family is just like a constellation?”

Maybe, in a very simple way, every triad was. They were individual stars, connected into a group. But they would always be just a triangle. Unless you counted the kids, who would grow to form their own triads, connecting their parents’ ones in a vast network.

“I think we would be more of a galaxy. A constellation soon to be linked to others.”

“Soon?” You turned to face him. “Do you think it will be that soon?”

“Before she went to bed, we were talking about the star, and about Giovanna, since she saw it first. I don’t know when their relationship changed, but even I realized it did.”

“And we already know they’re both quite fond of Vincent. It’s not that surprising.” You laughed.

“Just… early.” Isaac added, nodding.

“We’ll just have to watch over our little star for a little longer.” Arthur also turned to look at him.

“So are you really that okay with it?” Isaac asked him.

“Of course I am. She is old enough to make her own decisions.”

But Isaac could see Arthur wasn’t as cool with it as he wanted you two to believe. He had a discreet frown and a slight pout, not as happy that one of his little girls was growing up and falling in love.

And Isaac chuckled, before kissing his husband. He always loved these more insecure reactions from Arthur.

For once, he wasn’t the one anxious or worried. In fact, Isaac felt quite confident that they had raised her well, and happy she found love like that. He trusted her judgment.

“They will be fine. Julia is smart like her father.”

“Like both her fathers.” You added, kissing his cheek.

“You are pretty smart yourself, luv.” Isaac could feel Arthur holding your hand behind his back, as both you and him rested your heads on his shoulders. “And kind. And she took a lot after you too.”

At first, Isaac was unsure of how the children of your surprising family would turn out. Once upon a time, the three of you had been wandering stars too, and he was the most lost of them all. Isaac expected to be alone, and definitely didn’t expect to be a part of the same constellation as Arthur.

But you found your place in the sky by each other’s sides. And he was happy that his oldest daughter was finding her place, her own family, and the love he never thought he would have, but found in the two of you.

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silica · 16 days

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Tarot • pick a pile • general reading

What new friends are coming into your life?

Pile 1 — Pile 2 — Pile 3

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Please pick the pile or image you feel the most drawn to

Pile 1

Pile 1, it seems you’ve had a pattern of feeling out of place in a lot of the friend groups you’ve been a part of previously. Feeling lost with who to commit your time to. Who to trust. Who to be.

The cards are telling me that this a pattern your growing wiser to now. And something that, with the right attention to your feelings, will make navigating friendships a lot easier. Listening to your own thoughts and emotions when socialising with people, instead of over-accommodating other’s, will make your decisions solid. Utilising your own guidance will gain you the friendships that feel cohesive with who you are/want to be.

Pile 1 I do have to warn you that to break the patterns of old friendships eroding you’ll need to tap into your own inner guidance more. Less falling victim to false narratives and betrayals, less prioritising your own pride and social benefit in the short term. More focus on genuine connections and not feeding into the compulsions to fit in all the time.

I think your new friends coming into your life will be more in sync with you than previous friend groups. If you break the cycle of previous behaviour, you’ll naturally find and connect with these people. No need to worry how or where, as following your own interests and hobbies will bring you to them quite naturally. You just gotta chill out and be mindful of yourself and it’ll all work out.

Your new friends all together have a jovial and youthful approach to life. Though it’s practical and balanced. Knowing how to have fun when it counts but keeping the ball rolling in the important areas of life too. I think meeting them will teach you how to ground yourself better in your own life. And how to better walk away from things that don’t serve you. I think this may come as a bigger shift in your thinking / approach to life than you realise. Focused effort foresight and self evaluation will manifest the company that will be harmonious with you. This will all likely happen by chance as a whim of your manifestations. These friends will show up in your life when you are ready.

I get the vibe you may be a younger person, maybe early-mid twenties as confirmation for some.

Word oracle :

Death - death of the old self/patterns

Assistant - help from others/facilitating your growth

Surgery - self examination/turning inwards

Honey - kindness and compassion/feeling stuck

Republic - overwhelmed by the politics of other people

Potential names : Shelly, Vickie, Jeff, Eric, Robert

Pile 2

Pile 2, I think a new best friend may be coming into your life sometime soon. A loyal and true friend. Someone you have the capacity to connect with on a deep level. As this may have been something you’ve lacked currently. Not that you have no one to talk to, but having a bestie you really jive with and can share it all will be a real blessing. I think this new person will be a very fair individual, they believe in a strong sense of give and take in friendships. And I think this is something you agree with as well, not wanting to tolerate mooching or one sided connections. Though I feel they may have a judgemental side to them, so that’s a potential flaw there. Who knows, maybe the good side of this is all the hot gossip you’ll both share. At their core they are a good person, loyal, a ride or die friend. They’re a chill person, likely similar to you, as your energy matches when you do activities together. I see a lot of lounging and fun talks between you both. Very safe feeling.

Pile 2, I must say this about you though, the cards are warning me of potential blockages on your end: with the way you approach friendships. I feel you may be more on the introverted side, and prefer keeping things private when possible. This has protected you at some point, and being able to disconnect from these things can be beneficial, letting water glide of your back, though this is not one of those times. You need to be willing to bridge the distance a bit more to this new friend as you grow closer. Turning tail from something that would be of benefit to you because of self important fears will inevitably disappoint you.

Star Trek may be of significance to you. Other confirmations may be relayed to FNAF or telenovela. These could be interests of your friend or you, maybe shared. I’m getting the vibe you may be both teenagers or enjoy things considered youthful. Maybe you share an interest in fandom culture.

Word oracle :

Assistance - the balanced approach of give and take, helping each other

Growth - help with opening up

Speaker - talking more on things that interest you

Investment - this is something you’ll both have to invest in

Thing - there may end up being an object or thing of interest that takes form as a symbolism of your friendship or as an inside joke that brings you closer to each other

Potential names : Layla, Jan, Kathy, Catherine, Smith, Sam, Samantha - they may have a nickname they like to use

Pile 3

Pile 3, I think you will be gaining perhaps three new friends soon. (Or something of that number)

You’ve previously lacked foresight and the actions to put yourself out there, failing to take on opportunities for meeting people. And feeling the loneliness that comes from that biting you in the ass. I think you need to be kinder to yourself on this one, seems like something you’ve beaten yourself up over. Not having the friends in your life that you’d like. Recognising negative patterns of behaviour in yourself is good, but use that knowledge for change and not shame.

Trust your instincts and intuition, this is a very notable message from your cards. Follow where you’re lead and don’t fret too much about it. Let yourself be led out into the world, and socialise a bit more. Follow through and put in the effort to try and foster connections with people that genuinely click with you. This will require strength, as social interaction can be messy at times, you might feel rejected, but that is inevitable in life. You just have to keep going and you’ll land yourself at the gold mine if you look for it.

Effort in friendships is a sustained effort, acting flighty won’t help you. Sit in your feelings a bit more and you’ll find the best solution no matter the situation. You’re smart pile 3, embrace it. I suspect the people you’ll meet will share your perspectives on a lot of things, and challenge your perceptions of other things in a positive light.

I think your new friends will be mature in direction and forethought. Aligned with their values and beliefs. I feel this is an important trait to you, solid morals. I don’t actually have much to say about them other than they will great friends to you, very suited to where you’re at in life at the moment. This reading is a bit more about you in a way. Letting yourself be seen and putting in the effort to manifest yourself a proper friend group. It’s very sweet. Very mature in a way, despite your worries otherwise. Beware of your self doubt. As that could block you from getting out there.

Confirmations could be bird watching, or movies/cinema, maybe you’ll meet them via work, a shared profession or hobby. Photography.

I feel you may have reached a decent point of financial stability and are now turning your sights to your social needs now that you feel more secure.

Word oracle :

Homework - maybe you work from home or are more of homebody, switching mainly from work to straight home and not getting out much

Television - you might watch a lot it, your new friends may share your tastes or enjoy talking to you about them

Appointment - specific timing or events

Technology - tech savvy

Activity - finding new hobbies or meet ups

Potential names : Janette, Minnie, Ethel, Sue/Stue, Stephen/Stephenie

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gryficowa · 28 days

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Someone from the Internet (Internet connections) wrote to me that I shouldn't get involved in politics, and then that I only talk about Palestine all the time and that I should find another hobby...

Sometimes you want to believe you know someone, but as this song said:

youtube

You just feel disappointed, because it's a different disappointment than when you find out that your favorite creator is a terrible person, and secondly, when this happens

Since 2020, many of my relationships (Even on the Internet, unfortunately ASD and social phobia take their toll, in short, I'm not good at relationships, I often feel more like a burden to someone, on the Internet you don't have such a burden as in real life) have ended in various ways. way, in short, I started to notice a lot of toxicity in these relationships (In short, I was always guilty of reacting badly to jokes and various words, and creating another group to laugh at me… Eh…), or a certain person (With whom I had the longest relationship, and we met on Facebook, mainly in a group with cartoons of a certain YouTuber, well, he was fucking up content from abroad, but, well, it's less important) she treated two people badly and I beat that person for what they did, blocking me…

Unfortunately, life isn't fair, but to come back to it, just another disappointment with someone I have any relationship with

I guess relationships with people are not meant for me, it's easier to get along with animals when people only disappoint you, and that's the worst

I know, it's a first world problem, it means nothing when we live in times when there is war, when genocide is happening before our eyes, but you just see how many terrible people have support, how many terrible people have any relationships, when you can't even in interpersonal contacts, it is not jealousy, but the realization that that you probably have nothing to count on, you have no friends, you don't have a job (second degree of disability and fucked up rules in your country), because of social phobia you can't take part in any strikes, even if you find something that interests you, the disadvantage is communication, because you can't play it, so what? that you overcame your fucking mutism a year ago, since you're not making as much progress as others?

I'm the type of person who gets involved too much, that people get fed up with it, and yet I feel like I'm not doing enough, and you just see that others can donate to fundraisers, and you don't even have a bank account because you don't earn money and nothing, so that it doesn't work out, and you can't give money from your wallet because you don't even know how to do it in a non-digital way, because despite being a zoomer, I don't understand things that are obvious to other zoomers

I have the impression that even in my old age I won't be independent enough, so what's the point of walking if it doesn't change much in my life anyway? Because I will still get a rejection about the lack of conditions, so I can't count on a job, and I don't even come from a rich family

I know, I can't stick to one topic...

#free palestina #free palestine #free gaza #gaza genocide #gaza strip #gaza #gazaunderattack #palestine #asd #autistic #autism #nerodivergent #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #disabilities #disabled #disability #Youtube

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colorfullfalls · 2 years

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Wrong bitch

Fic where Y/N is confronted by a witch in forks area to pass along a warning to the pack but Embry gets over protective about it. (Part 1)

Fires with the pack were always your favorite. Everyone sitting around bullshitting while Billy Black told stories of the wonderful creation of the pack. Imprints sat snugly against their wolves against the large logs that the boys had carried in from the dense woods. Lightning bugs circled the group and little claire, who was now seven years old, looked at them in wonder, trying to catch them when they flew near her.

Life was good. Things were good with the pack and between the Cullens. The Cullens had actually planned on moving away soon and leaving Renessme in La Push with Jacob. She was at an age where she was considered “adult” and it was her choice, much to Edward’s disapproval.

For some reason more and more wolves were shifting still, hence the newest three members sitting around the fire too. Leo, Macie, and Ricky. Macie amazed the pack again with being another female shifter, making Leah feel less alone.

Y/N cuddled into her fiancé Embry as Billy finished the last tale, everyone quiet with wonder and magic filling they minds. Her body was comfortably warm from being held against her lover, feeling content as always when he was near.

“It’s about time to head home, love. You have work in the morning.” Embry softly spoke into her ear, kissing her cheek after his last word. She sleepily nodded in agreement and together they moved as one to stand up and collect their things, mumbling goodbyes before wandering off towards Embry’s truck.

On the way home their hands were connected the whole time. Embry loved Y/N with his entire being and it had been like that his whole life. They grew up neighbors and his whole life was impacted by her very presence. A part of him always knew that she was the girl for him. He loved her and he felt very protective of her ever since he could remember. He wondered if that was a pre imprint feeling or natural that regular boys would feel over a crush. Except Y/N always felt more and mattered more than a normal crush.

He blushed as he remembered the first time she kissed him in eighth grade when he was bummed that Jake got his first kiss before him. Y/N shut him up within seconds by pressing her soft lips against his. From then he knew he was in love with her.

“Do you think that Macie will ever find an imprint? Or do you think the girls are like forever doomed?” Y/N asked, rubbing her thumb across the back of Embry’s hand.

He was sort of stumped by that question, “Uh.. I honestly don’t know. I mean maybe they just haven't found their person yet. They still have time.”

“I can't imagine not knowing you my whole life, Em.” She sleepily said, “You have always been my person. Why do you think I was so quick to kiss you in eighth grade?”

Embry laughed, “that was like the best day of my life.”

“As it should have been.”

They pulled into the driveway and Embry turned off the truck. He felt a soft hand grab his chin, Y/N turning his head towards her. She leaned in and kissed his lips three quick times, “I. Love. You.”

Embry felt so in love that he could melt, every cell in his body felt comfortably warm and he was almost giddy with glee as he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. His woman.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” Embry said, pulling her in for a longer kiss.

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Waking up the next morning, Y/N felt good. She may or may not have had the best sex of her life the night before and it made her blush thinking about the hickies that covered her chest and thighs. It would put her in a good mood for the rest of the day. Or so she thought.

She was driving down the road when all the sudden her car began to slow down until it came to a halt. Fear wiggled its way into her chest. How the hell did her car do that? She had gas and none of the lights were on the dash. Jake and Embry has just worked on her car and she would feel guilty if they had to fix it yet again. She sighed before getting out her phone to text Embry that he car just literally shit the bed on her.

A knock on the window made her scream. At the other side of the glass stood a tall woman who looked pissed. She motioned for Y/N to roll down the window but Y/N just shook her head no. The woman impatiently signaled for her to roll the window down again.

“I’m good with the window being up!” Y/N yelled.

The woman rolled her eyes, “I need to talk to you.” With those words the window rolled down magically without the car even being on.

Y/N began to panic knowing that this woman just magically caused the window to go down without electricity making it go down. This woman was a magic user and that mean she was most likely bad news. Had she targeted Y/N?

“I have a message I need you to deliver.” The woman said, crossing her arms and leaning forward to be eye level with the poor girl in the car.

“Too bad that I am not a mail man..” Y/N awkwardly said trying to avoid eye contact. She knew that Embry would arrive soon but she just hoped it would be any second now.

“Your humor is not charming to me, wolf girl. Tell the pack to stay out of Forks or else there will be a war. I am nicely warning you, my coven wants to kill first and negotiate second. So pass this message along.”

Y/N squinted her eyes in confusion, “Hold on a second.. you said coven? Like as in Witches?”

“Yes”

Y/N shook her head, “The pack doesn't even know you exist so why start a war?”

The witch glared at her for a moment before laughing, “Your little wolf keeps secrets from you. We have been interacting these past couple months and our patience is wearing thin. They have ruined multiple of our sacrifices this past month and they are putting us in jeopardy. This is why you will pass the message along.”

“Sacrifices? Human sacrifices?”

The witch rolled her eyes, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re killing people, of course the pack is going to fight that. They protect the people of their lands.”

Anger was swelling in Y/N for two different reasons. One was that human sacrifices are happening and two is that Embry kept this all from her. Why wouldn’t he tell her that there was another threat that wasn’t vampires? Since when did he dare keep secrets from her like this? She was embarrassed that she was caught so off guard and was put in danger.

“They’re not very good at protecting people if I was able to get alone time with an imprint this easily.” The Witch noted, backing away, “Remember- this is their last warning. And if I were you I’d leave if they don’t feel like listening.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt innocent people.”

And with that the witch walked off and the car started back on again. Y/N watched in wonder as she watched the beautiful woman walk away with confidence.

Since when were witches real too? Like witches with magic and strong enough power to stop a car going fifty miles per hour.

Y/N texted Embry.

My car started back up. Since when do you keep secrets from me? Just met a witch. Not the best way to start off my morning.

Within seconds her phone was ringing. Embry.

“Come home right now.” His voice was panicked and impatient, “we are having an emergency pack meeting and I need you here safe with me right now.”

He was freaking the fuck out and she could tell. A part of her felt smug that he was freaking out because he deserved it for keeping this secret from her. But she knew better than to test him when he was worried for her danger.

“I have wor-“

“Come home.” His voice was leaving no room for arguing. None at all.

“Okay.”

You noticed three wolves on the way home during the drive. Paul, Jake, and Quil. You knew that Embry immediately send them to your location once he got your text. You made eye contact with Jake and nodded at him showing that you were okay. They were clearly all worried.

Embry was standing on the porch with his arms crossed, muscles looking strong and hot as always. She didn’t want to admit that he was cute, she was slightly annoyed with him.

His long legs carried him to the door and he ripped open the door and had her in his arms within seconds of the car being stopped. His nose tucked into her neck, trying to get her scent to calm himself down. He growled when he smelled the witch.

“You okay?” He pulled away and checked her whole body.

“Yes. She didn’t touch me. Just sent me with a warning-“ Embry growled again, “that you guys need to stay out of their way.”

“She made a big mistake going to you.” Jake said, walking up while slipping his black t-shirt on, “she basically declared war by messing with an imprint. They know our laws, they were just dumb enough to break them.”

“I’m confused here, since when are there witches in Forks?”

“For sixth months now.” Jake replied as if a secret wasn’t kept from her.

Y/N scoffed, “Great. And why wasn’t I told this? I don’t like things being kept from me. I was totally thrown off guard here today.”

She was mad. And slightly hurt. Embry didn’t keep stuff from her. He wasn’t supposed to. Even before the imprint they were best friends and always were truthful with each other. So now why was something so important kept in the dark?

“We didn’t want the imprints to know because the witches are even more dangerous than leeches. They have a wide range of powers and their spells can affect you from a long range. The packs decided to handle this issue quietly,” Embry explained. He brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, “We never thought they would know about you guys if we kept you safe.”

Y/N sighed. It was difficult to stay angry when his pleading eyes were winning her over like that. Embry pulled her in for another hug trying to keep himself calm.

“I’ll call Sam. He’ll want to know.” Jake reported, pulling out his phone.

Quil ran up, “guys, I just talked to Sam. There’s a pack meeting in an hour at his and Emily’s to discuss this matter. The tribal leaders will be attending too.”

Embry pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, “Why the hell are we the ones who always have to deal with this shit?”

“We were born into it man.” Quil quipped, “don’t really have a choice.”

“I’m gonna run patrol for a while. This all has my blood boiling and I need to calm down. Embry, Quill, if I notice anything I’ll howl.” Jake said, stalking off to the woods.

Jake seemed more pissed off than Embry did suddenly. Which was odd because Embry was feeling over protective. Y/N watched him as he phased into a wolf, clothes shredding and falling slowly to the damp ground.

“Why is Jake peeved?” She asked Embry later as they got ready for the meeting together.

He frowned for a moment as if to think how to begin, “All of this happened because of Nessie. The witches got word that a being like her existed and it made them interested in Forks. Apparently it’s said that magic is strong here… because of us. They want to find out the source of magic and take it for themselves. Legend has it that the first witch of their coven was born here. They’re determined to figure out what made her so powerful.”

Y/N felt overwhelmed by all the sudden information. Witches were real and she knew that, but for Forks to be where this coven’s leader came from seemed like a lot. Obviously this land had beautiful magic deep within it because of the mere existence of the wolves. But for witches to be tied into the land too spoke wonders for how strong the magic here really was.

“So they are doing research basically.” Y/N deadpanned.

Embry was tying his boots when she said this and it made him stop and look at her, “Do you think we started this?”

She shook her head no, “What? No! Of course not, but the way you explained it made them seem like they were doing a bit of self discovery here.”

He rolled his eyes, “If self discovery means sacrifices than sure babe.”

“Em.”

“Look, they’re dangerous Y/N. They have powers that we don’t yet understand. Vampires- we know how they work, what they do and why they do it. These witches are a whole new ball park for us so it’s a bit scary. I was already a little overwhelmed by this and then they target you.”

“She didn’t hurt me. Just stopped my car.” Y/N mumbled.

Embry finished tying his boots and walked over to her, sliding one arm around her waist and one hand cupping her cheek to make her look into his brown eyes, “If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me.”

She sighed, “I know.”

“So I’m gonna freak out over this and be pissed off. I’m allowed to. When it comes to you, shit matters. I will not let them ever get near you again.”

“I’m confused as to why they picked me. If Nessie is what had drawn them in this area, wouldn’t they go after her?”

Embry leaned down and kissed her forehead, “I don’t know the answer to that fully. I’m guessing that they are a little scared of her because she has the wolves and a clan of vampires to protect her.”

“So I’m nothing compared to that, that’s why they targeted me.. a human.”

Embry growled, “They were dumb to do that in the first place.”

“Promise me no more secrets. When I said yes,” she held up her hand with the engagement ring, “it meant that we are a sealed team now. I am your partner and I deserve to know what’s going on in the packs. I’m going to be a wolf wife here.”

Embry grinned, “Wolf wife. I like the sound of that.”

She blushed but pushed him away with her hands even though he pulled her right back in, “I’m serious here. No more secrets about this kind of stuff.”

His brown eyes softened as he leaned down to give her a kiss, “I whole heartedly promise, my love. No more secrets.”

She hummed in content as they hugged and swayed side to side, “We have to leave you know.”

“Let me enjoy this moment with you please.”

Pulling up to the Black’s residence in Embry’s truck, Y/N saw that truly everyone was there. Charlie and Sue, Edward and Bella even. Which was no surprise really considering that Reneesme was involved. She was their miracle baby and anything that involved her involved the whole family.

Y/N didn’t mind the woman, she just thought that she was over protected for her mental age. Bella and Edward babied her and Jake was always breathing down her neck, worried about threats coming her way. Special, special special. They all called her special.

Special enough to have witches swarm the area, Y/N thought as she got a glimpse of the woman through the window. Nessie was talking to her parents with Jacob standing close behind her.

Y/N didn’t know who was worse, Sam with Emily or Jacob with Nessie. All of the wolves were protective of their imprints, but those two were the worst. She figured it was the alpha in them, protecting their beloved Luna or whatever.

Embry had his fair share of protectiveness, but she had never seen him act like he did today about the witch. She understood his worry, but she wasn’t used to him needing to touch her so much. She kind of liked the attention in a selfish and mean kind of way. It made her feel slightly guilty that Embry was so upset about what happened earlier.

“Everyone’s here. Damn.” She mumbled.

“I told you this was serious, baby. This situation is a lot larger than we had realized. Especially since what happened with you today.” Em said, grabbing her hand.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous to be the center of attention right now?” She asked, pointedly looking at him.

“You and Nessie both are. She’s the reason they’re here and you’re the one they came to. It’ll be okay. I’m here with you. Always.” He sweetly said, kissing her hand, “Now let’s get this over with.”

#Embry call imagine #Embry call x reader #twilight imagine

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furbywrites · 8 months

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I'd Never Let You Go Pt. 1

So, this is my first fanfic. It's pretty rough. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Ao3

At the sudden reappearance of Joel and Ellie in Jackson, a lonely resident becomes enamored with the stoic man. Lacking social skills, they look from afar, thinking themself subtle in their admiration. Unbeknownst to them, Joel has also been admiring from afar, feeling just as incapable of forming any new emotional connection, but drawn to them regardless.

There were new arrivals in Jackson. Not entirely unusual; it was more so their initial dramatic entrance that caught my attention. They came, they left, and now they were back again. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention, except for the fact that they seemed like such a mismatched pair. A younger girl and an old man, not father and daughter like I, and most others had assumed.

She was energetic, extroverted, and although hesitant at first, settled in nicely. The man was another story entirely. He kept to himself, made little conversation with anyone other than the girl, and Tommy of course. Estranged brothers from what I had gathered. I didn’t know Tommy well enough to delve into his family history. We spoke in passing, and even then very little.

I wasn’t known for being talkative. This life has taught me that being quiet and keeping your head down helped things go smoothly. I’d been in Jackson for one year, and had no friends to speak of. Secluding myself was far too easy, especially in a world like this. Maybe that’s why I found myself so interested in him. We seemed so alike, but so different at the same time. Where he commanded respect with his presence alone, I blended into the scenery like a shadow.

I sat in the mess hall, attempting to discreetly take a peek from under my lashes. Joel Miller. He was scowling at his plate of food, until the girl, Ellie, read something from a book gripped in her hand. It was a subtle but noticeable uptick of his mouth, his guard coming down momentarily as he huffed a laugh with a shake of his head. It was these moments, a glimpse at the man beneath the mask, that continuously peaked my interest.

I gathered from the current town gossip that they had been through hell and back together. They must have an unbreakable bond if so. I felt almost envious of their relationship. No, not almost, I was.

Joel was big, strong, and capable. Everything the people I survived with prior to Jackson hadn’t been. They had felt like a weight I carried on my shoulders, dragging me down, until eventually I had left to be on my own. I wish I could say it was easier. Some spiteful part of me wanted life to be easier without them, but going solo was far worse.

I was on death's door when a patrol group from Jackson had found me. The tips of my fingers frostbitten, feet numb and burning, stomach empty. I was dying. The worst part is, I could have gone back to my old group, they no doubt would have accepted me with open arms. But god, I was so humiliated at my own failure. I felt death was better than facing them again.

My eyes stung with oncoming tears at the memory, embarrassment heating my cheeks. The food before me suddenly looked less appealing, but I continued to eat it anyway. I looked once more towards Joel, glancing away hastily when we made eye contact. Not so subtle I guess.

His stare felt like it was burning me, somehow making the blush on my cheeks glow brighter all of his own accord. I took another glance, like gazing at him alone was somehow addictive. Taking in his uneven scruff, graying hair, soft brown eyes. One more look before I go.

His gaze was unwavering. I could feel my heart pitter patter in my chest, the blush spreading to my ears. I stood quickly, in such a rush to leave the suddenly claustrophobic room. I left my food on the table and hurried out the door of the mess hall.

How humiliating. I can’t even make eye contact with him. A foolish fascination, a childish crush, turning me into a blubbering mess. I continued onwards, the crunch of dirt under my boots a welcome distraction, until the sound of another pair fast approaching became apparent.

“'scuse me.”

My eyes widened, feeling as though they might pop out of my head and roll away. Much like I wished I could drop to the ground and roll away from this current situation.

Joel had followed me.

I swallowed thickly, kept my head down and continued walking. I could hear him grunt in annoyance as he quickened his steps to catch up with me. Now walking side by side, I dared to look in his direction. “Would ya’ slow down for a minute?” he asked gruffly, brows furrowed heavily.

Any normal person might. I am not normal. Most attempts at conversation by an average resident of Jackson caused anxiety to course through my body as though one of the infected were in front of me. With Joel? It was like my brain had turned off completely.

I hastened my steps, turned my head to stare directly at the ground, watching my boots kick up dirt. I wasn’t even sure which direction I was walking in anymore. I just knew staying near him was a bad idea. I would say something stupid, or god forbid do something stupid.

I could hear him release a deep sigh, but he continued to walk with me. "You're real quiet, ya' know that?" he huffed, sounding almost annoyed. I frowned but said nothing. "Jus' wanna talk is all. Ya' don't gotta run from me."

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller #x reader #tlou #autistic reader #bc i am autistic #:)#my fics #reader has selective mutism #gender neutral reader #joel miller x autistic reader

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shoyoackerman · 10 months

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YOUR HEADCANONS FOR THE RAKUZAN TEAM YOU PUT IN THE TAGS OF THAT ONE POST YOU REBLOGGRD ARE SO INTERESTING, you simply NEEd to do more headcanons for all the Rakuzan members!

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THEM 🤧 I have so many different hc for everyone in knb and especially for Rakuzan. Probably my second favourite team. For now here are some for Nebuya and Hayama. The next one will have the rest of the members!!

Nebuya Eikichi

- Like i said before, Nebuya absolutely adores animals, especially cows, specifically the highland cattle. He loves how strong and powerful they are, especially with their horns, yet also how cute looking the can be. It makes him appreciate people who can look deceptively weak yet are much stronger looking than expected.

- His love for animals, farm animals in particular, was due to him frequently visiting the farm his grandparents owned. He would constantly be coming into the country to spend time with them and help with work on the farm which ranged from feeding and grooming the animals. He would spend hours lying in the fields with the animals just dozing around him, baby calf’s would rest in his lap and let him pet them.

- He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, ostracized because of the colour of his skin, despite the fact he was born in Japan. So when he was on the farm with his grandparents he always felt less lonely with all the animals.

- Nebuya loved animals so much he tried to go vegan, when that was too difficult he tried to be a vegetarian. He lasted longer than when he was a vegan before he gave it up because he loved meat just way too much 🤧but to make up it!

- He works/volunteers at vets. Sometimes even works part time at the groomers that is connected to the veterinary. He loves being around animals, a lot more than people, something that stayed with him since he was a child.

- The only people who have ever seen this side of him was his teammates. The only group of people he genuinely felt close to and even cared for, despite how much he and Reo like to argue with one another. He likes to put the other boy in a headlock, their interactions always remind Nebuya of when he’s with his older brothers.

- Which is one of the reasons why he loves to baby Akashi, when he’s retuned to himself, as he’s the youngest on the team and since Nebuya is the youngest of three brothers he’s always wanted to have someone to look over and be someone they could come to for help. Even though he’s bad at being logical, he will always support someone in what they want the most. (Even if he doesn’t completely understand what their talking about, he likes to act super knowledgeable, Reo calling him out on it all the time)

- His favourite time down activity is…cooking! He can’t bake for shit, somehow always burning any sort of cake, cupcake, brownie or pie. Like cannot bake for the life of him. But when it comes to cooking anything else, he’s the best. Having learnt from his dad who’s the main cook in the house since his mother is great at everything else but cooking. (The last time she cooked they all were in hospital for the week 💀)

- But cooking is something that started off when he was watching his dad in the kitchen, it became their thing to do together. And when Nebuya was old enough his dad allowed him to help with the cooking. It involved into them watching cooking shows together (his favorite show is Gordon Ramsay and he loves copying the insults and using it on people on the team. “Hayama you always surprise me” “woah really! That’s awesome, you know I always strive to being the exceptional and unpredictable” “you surprise me, how shit you are”) so he loves to cook when he’s feeling stressed or just bored.

- Hardcore kpop stan. Like, if he had to choose between never listening to kpop or playing basketball…sorry everyone he can’t betray his girls Red Velvet 😔 you know that one scene of Patrick Bateman listening to music? Yeah that’s Nebuya listening to kpop with the most intense expression ever. Girl groups are his shit. His mother was the one who got him into kpop, it’s something they bond over. Like his father with cooking, with his mother is everything and anything kpop.

Kotaro Hayama

- People think he has ADHD, no, no he’s just jacked all the way 100. There is no in between with him. He could just be chilling, scrolling on his phone and the next thing you know he’s trying to do parkour inside your house out of nowhere. (More times than Akashi can count has he had to replace a priceless vase that had been destroyed by his teammate who decided he wanted to try and jump from the bookcase. He was banned for two weeks before doing it again)

- Because of this misconception people have about him, they’ve tried to use ADHD as an insult. Which Hayama becomes immediately defensive about, because whilst he doesn’t have it. His younger brother Reki does (🤭) He’s gotten in trouble for starting fights, but because he’s teammates with Akashi he doesn’t ever get detention (something about the Akashi family being secret Yakuza members or whatever) But Hayama is a big protector to those he loves, so he tolerates no bad mouthing or people using disabilities as an insult.

- Gymnastic Hayama. When he was younger, his parents wanted something to have him run all his energy out on, and they tried EVERYTHING. Like they had him in soccer, baseball, swimming, track, tennis, every sport imaginable (not basketball, why? Because his father had an intense hatred for the sport for pure comedic reasons and didn’t want his son to be infected by basketball germs — Hayama father was in a long running competition with his brother, who was a basketball player and had this hatred for the sport. Which really didn’t last long when his son started playing and was good at it. He never lives this down when his brother brings up his son being on the basketball team. In return he says his son has more trophies from his middle school then he does in his entire adult life…they didn’t talk for a whole month)

- But for some reason Hayama took to gymnastics fantastically well…too well because before they knew it they were taking their son constantly to the hospital for broken, dislocated and fractured bones. Why? Because when he wasn’t at the gym he was at home in the backyard doing backflips from the roof, tables and any surface he could climb.

- Hayama was a constant face at the hospital, they made these little stickers specifically for him (it was a chibi cheetah with a cast on it’s leg) Would be walking down the halls and would be like superstar with the way he was greeting everyone and giving out high-fives with an arm in a cast. Everyone knew him. Even the patients.

- Bros flexibility is on another level, like disturbingly so that one time during a sleepover at Reo’s after watching a horror movie he went into a bridge and scared the shit out of everyone as he chased them around the house. Reo kicked him out on his balcony and was forced to sleep outside the rest of the night.

- He loves skateboarding, it’s his favorite thing to do. Because he will without a doubt be incorporating what he learnt in gymnastics into skateboarding. Everyone at the park just be watching this mf skating on his hands like it was nothing. Would be going down the ramps and doing fancy little tricks and jumps all on his hands. Everyone hates him. (Jk they love him and will go to him for help, especially the younger ones and he takes to it and loves giving advice and cheering them on when they succeed) (he has a secret skateboard partner who is a first year that attends Seirin High…who also used to be Akashis old teammate 🫣)

- Crossdresser Hayama? Yes? Yes? Yes! He has two older sisters, he was the the real life barbie doll. No jokes his haircut was given to him by his sisters and he’s just kept the same style since middle school. His sisters would dress him up in skirts, dresses, wigs, stockings and high heels. The whole nine yards. And he didn’t hate it? He had a lot of fun learning that he could wear whatever the fuck he wanted to whilst looking hot as fuck. One time when he was dolled up and went out with his sisters, he ran into Reo, who tried flirting with him completely unaware it was Hayama. When he found out (it was on a tuesday afternoon, 4:20 pm at Rakuzan High School in the basketball gym) Reo had an identity crisis PURELY because it was Hayama, and couldn’t look at Hayama without turning red.

- Wanna guess what his favourite genre of music is? Mozart, Frederic Chopin and Pyotor llyich. No kidding, completely deadass. Classical music is his jam. Fast paced, dramatic and overall epic as fuck? (Nobody gives him the aux cord) he of course loves rnb, rap and pop. But classical music has a grip on him. He will attend orchestras when they have shows, Akashi goes with him since he also shares the same taste in music which was a surprise to the younger boy, but it was something they bond over.

- I’m not kidding nobody will let him have the aux cord unless they pre approve what music he will play 😭

#knb #kuroko’s basketball #Rakuzan High #Rakuzan #Eikichi Nebuya #Kotaro Hayama #Reo Mibuchi #Seijuro Akashi #Chihiro Mayuzumi #kuroko no basket #🏀. shoyoackerman

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andro-dino · 6 months

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Hi sorry for the ask jumpscare. I've been craving some Nile angst recently and may you could provide some of that Nile angst. (bc I randomly remembered the unrequited love Nile/Kyouya clip a while back. But it doesn't have to be about that.)

oooouhhh Nile angst,,, I haven’t had any angst thoughts in a while.

I think Nile’s interesting bc despite what he goes through, he’s actually very levelheaded and calm about it most of the time. I think he’s a very logical person and able to kinda see a lot of situations two steps ahead already, so he’s able to keep cool (for the most part) in the present. I think there’s a lot you could do with that there. I think the most obvious one is the emotional repression angle, where he’s almost too far ahead to the point where he’s not really letting himself feel in the moment. Like, he’s surprisingly chill about Kyoya’s outburst and split off from the group in fury considering how close they are, and he justifies that knowing that that’s just the kind of person Kyoya is and he wouldn’t expect him to stay tied down to something for long, and yet there’s still something about it that makes his stomach turn. He knows Kyoya’s a free spirit and not necessarily the friendliest person, so this isn’t really that out of character for him, yet part of him still wanted Kyoya to consider him a little more. For how close he thought the two were, they weren’t really getting much time together, and now with this, it only made him feel less secure about their bond. It’s kind of a feeling of his rationalism clashing with his own feelings and attachments, yk?

Another route I actually remembered I have thought a bit about before is how much Nile worries over Kyoya. Nile cares for Kyoya a ton, more than Kyoya probably even realizes, but he also knows that Kyoya has NO sense of self preservation and just wishes he would stop being so goddamn stubborn and reckless all the time. This thought is kinda inspired by wild fang vs gan gan galaxy, where Kyoya is super beat up and in no shape to battle after his battle with Gingka, yet still insists on going out there, despite Nile’s protests. Again, Nile kinda just accepts this as part of Kyoya’s character, but it worries him so much. I can definitely see and argument breaking out about that, and I think it could be interesting if Nile argued in this case that it’s selfish of Kyoya to be so reckless because of how much it disregards everyone else around him. It’s selfish because every time he does it, Nile is worried sick about what might happen to him, and he doesn’t even take the time to think about how his actions are causing that and considering anyone’s feelings besides his own. Like, not to pull out the “Why can’t you take care of yourself, if not for yourself then for me?” right now but like basically that. I’ve thought about this idea more lightheartedly before (I have an old ass doodle somewhere of Nile bandaging Kyoya up while the two yell at each other, ala “THIS IS STUPID IM FINE CHRIST THAT HURTS” “WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERENT GOING AROUND OVEREXERTING YOURSELF AND THROWING YOURSELF INTO TORNADOES, NEITHER OF US WOULD BE IN THIS SITUATION”) but I think it’s a very easy concept to make more angsty if you add more heartache into it.

Nile in general strikes me as the kind of independent but lonely type. In my head at least, he has a kind of duality between being fine on his own, and even preferring it at most points, but so desperately craving human connection and care. I think that’s part of what lets he and Kyoya get along so well in the first place, both are very free spirited and independent, but are able to understand each other and mesh more comfortably because of that. And with that, since there is a degree of yearning and relishing in that connection once he gets it, it’s only all the more confusing and painful once it’s called into question. Him kinda being under the impression that their relationship was something they both enjoyed more than being complete loners most of the time, yet he’s so willing to separate and say he doesn’t need anyone at all. Nile kinda figured they both needed each other a bit, so it’s strange realizing that may have been more one sided than he initially realized.

#axel’s silly little thoughts #nile beyblade #my ask box is always open I love being insane about fictional characters 🫶#always looking for more excuses to talk excessively about things im insane about #Nile’s a character who I think is very easy to make angsty but I always worry it’s gonna be ooc for him since he is so chill in canon #it’s fun to think abt that though #I think you could also for the very easy route of Nile realizing Kyoya’s entire being revolving around Gingka and being like #’hey what the fuck’#but I’m not really a big kyogin guy so I don’t really like to think about it much lolz <3

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spaceorphan18 · 2 months

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Hi, so I've been pretty removed from the glee fandom for some time - you're actually the only glee blog i still follow. So I wanted to ask, what's going on in fandom that makes you want to remove yourself?

Hi Nonny!

I'm so glad you're still here!

I think that a combination of things last week just kind of hit hard -- and it was on top of some real life things that were going on. Tumblr, Glee, this blog are a source of fun and relaxation. And when it descends into drama I just want to back out and not be here. And it's frustrating because this is what I want to do in my free time -- for the fun of it.

First there was the spamming of the episode tournament. In general, people are entitled to their own opinions, but it's kind of got me down that zero episodes in season 4-6 people are championing for. So it's hard enough to watch that -- but then people cheating for really no reason because those episodes were already winning -- just feels like... I don't know. Not fun.

I'm letting it continue, and will keep it going, but my enthusiasm for active participation has waned. It's weird when the shipping tournament had less drama around it.

Then there's the revival of Klaine vs Brittana, which is just so stupid. Ship what you want to ship. And even more, people can like both ships. One isn't actually better than the other. And while I think most Brittana people are fine - there's been a rise in things like --- people saying if you don't like Brittana you hate women? Are lesphobic? (despite Brittany being bi but whatever). Telling people to kill themselves if they don't prefer Brittana? Like -- what is going on? Why do people think that's okay?

Plus, the ramping up of Blaine hate is out of control. It's always been there - but good lord people are going out of their way to hate Blaine. It's too much. It used to be more balanced where you could find as much good as bad. But I'm seeing less Blaine fans (and Kurt fans) in general, which is a bummer.

This new group of watchers just don't connect to Klaine/Kurt/Blaine like the old crew did. And that's fine - people connect to what they connect to. But there's so few people left, it's just a bummer.

And I mean, there are some great people still around. I do appreciate the fic writers and the poll givers and the gif makers. They're good people. But I do miss more discourse around the show. I don't see a whole lot of chatter or discussion or commentary like I used to.

But also, tumblr is smaller and reaches less people. I'm sure there are a ton of people on TikTok. But I have no desire to go there. Not only am I old, but a lot of the TikTok takes I've come across have given me rage so I should probably not.

Sometimes, I'm like -- have you guys even watched the show? And then I get Nonny messages that state people have only watched the first three seasons. Why? Why only like half a show? I don't get it.

And that's fine.

Plus, the unfortunate mess of Kevin and Jenna's podcast. I think at some point, I'd like to listen to it to hear what they have to say, and hear the interviews (which I've always enjoyed). I just tire of fandom either grilling them for not understanding or using them as a piece of validation. They're two people just talking about their experiences. why do we need to make a war out of everything?

That all said (and it was nice to get out), I don't hate it here. I'm not really going anywhere -- I'm not one to skim on out because other people want me to not be here. Sometimes I just need a break.

And I've been thinking about ways to do fun things again -- I've been thinking about maybe doing an episode appreciate thing, where I talk about the good in every episode.

Idk. I suppose we'll see, but that's where I'm at.

#that's how s.o. sees it

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