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luxora · 6 months

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TXT -> {Soulmate AU} -> Meeting you

Requested: No

Group: TXT

Genre: Fluff.

A/N: So I couldn’t really choose on how someone knows that you are their soulmate, so I kind of have done a variety of different identifying soulmate stuff. Feel free to let me know which one you prefer!

Yeonjun

Yeonjun wasn’t particularly looking for his soulmate because he was still in his youth and was not quite ready to settle down exactly. Or maybe the words ‘settle down’ weren’t exactly the words he should use, because it was not like he didn’t want to meet his soulmate, because he did, its just he was not actively looking for them because it will happen when the world decided to let it happen, hence why he was not bothered in trying to actively search for them.

The two of you will meet someday, and hopefully he will be someone you were willing to accept as your soulmate.

Yeonjun glanced down at his wrist, cocking his head at the sight of a small crown tattoo in the middle of it. It was a worldwide known thing that soulmates have matching tattoos, therefore Yeonjun will know who his soulmate was once he catches a glance at it, on whoever they may be. A shout from across the cafe interrupted his train of thought, making his sigh as he reverted his attention to his job at hand.

Since his parents wanted him to experience real working experience, he had opted to work part-time at his uncle’s coffee shop as a barista. It was fairly easy to do and Yeonjun has always met a variety of people, some pleasant and some not. He will admit he makes good money, and he was content being surrounded by the smell of coffee and cake while customers came in for a break, meeting, or something else.

Yeonjun hummed to himself as he reorganized the cups and straws behind the counter, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans floating in the air as Yeonjun made all the freshly brewed caffeinated drinks. It was a typical day in his life, crafting perfect cups of coffee for the myriad of customers who passed through, school ending two hours ago and he still had a few more to work before he could head home to do his homework. Although if he really had to choose his preference, he would much rather doing extra hours of work than homework. His mathematics homework was a nightmare from the undead, and he wanted to avoid doing it as long as possible.

Amidst the steady hum of conversation and the soft jazz playing in the background, the bell of the coffee shop ringed and Yeonjun glanced up to see someone walking towards the counter, totally engrossed in a phone call. He didn’t seem to recognize them, not being a regular, but he fixed a friendly smile as they quickly ordered their coffee, not sparing him much of a glance as they glanced at the menu, told him their order, before returning back to their conversation.

Not offended to the lack of a friendly converse, Yeonjun, began to prepare the drink with practiced precision, only glancing at the stranger at odd times when he heard an exclamation from their end, no doubt reacting to something dramatic which had happened. As he was finishing up with the drink, he noticed the stranger tugging off their hoody and tying it around the waist, holding their between their ear and shoulder as they tied a loose knot before grabbing their phone again.

Since they were busy with their conversation, Yeonjun placed the steaming cup on the counter, ready to call out the order, but just before he could, the stranger finally ended her call and turned to collect their coffee, this time with a smile on their face as they reached out for it. But it was just as they were reaching for the drink did Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise when he caught the mark on their tattoo.

On the stranger’s wrist was a small crown tattoo, an exact match to the one that adorned his own wrist. It was the soulmate mark—the unique symbol that bound two people together across time and space. And while he didn’t think he would meet you so randomly, just knowing that you were in front of him, oblivious to his own matching tattoo, it just swept the floor out from under him. And you did not seem to realise the effect you suddenly had on him as you curled your fingers around the coffee.

“Thank you so mu-”

Just as you were to pull your hand back with the drink, Yeonjun found himself grabbing your wrist, keeping it place while his heart raced with a mix of excitement and disbelief. You immediately frowned at him, attempting to tug your hand back, making Yeonjun nervously clear his throat before he finally displayed his bare arm to you, most notably to his own crown tattoo on his wrist.

Yeonjun carefully watched your expression, it starting off with confusion as you turned to look at him arm, before shifting to surprise, shock, and then recognition, your own eyes glancing at your own one, Yeonjun’s fingers covering most of it and yet still visible to the two of you. And then you finally looked at him.

Both of you finally took the time to analyze each other’s appearances. While he was dressed in his school uniform while donning a barista apron, you were dressed casually, and as he looked at you, he figured you were about a year or two older than him, but not by much. Your lips parted slightly as you gazed at him before slowly moving into a shy smile.

“...Hi.” You eventually said,

“Hi.”

Yeonjun mustered a small smile, a silent acknowledgment of the extraordinary connection that the two of you now shared. Both of you were donning shy smiles, content in the small bubble of miraculous energy which formed between the two of you, only to be simultaneously snapped out of it by an irate customer behind you. While you blushed at the interruption, Yeonjun couldn’t help but glare at the customer behind you, feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over him. He felt you tug your wrist out of his hand, igniting a small spark of disappointment, only to be quickly replaced with joy as you grabbed your coffee and then pointed at one of the booths with a smile.

“I’m going to sit over there for a while.”

to wait for you

The unsaid message was clear to Yeonjun, and he just smiled before nodding.

“Sure thing.”

Soobin

Life truly was grey.

Soobin couldn’t help but stare out the bus’s window helplessly, looking at the passing sights and yet could not truly appreciate them due to his lack of color. Being unable to see color was an aspect which everyone had to deal with until they met the soulmate, Soobin having not met his yet due to the fact he had no idea who they were.

His parents only managed to see color for the first time when they met in their late twenties, coincidentally meeting in a coffee shop where his mother accidentally spilled her coffee all over his dad. But fortunately enough his father’s anger did not last long because the second he locked eyes with his mother, a literally flurry of color hit him at once. Soobin thought his parent’s meeting was cute, although it did little to motivate him to actively search for his soulmate because they could literally be anywhere in the world.

Soobin sighed as the bus moved to a stop, patting down his school bag as it remained on his lap. It had always been a very tedious day to deal with and having such thoughts about the lack of his color in his life hardly helped his mood. As the bus started moving again, Soobin couldn’t help but lift his head to watch the other people walking through the bus to find a seat, only to suddenly lock eyes with someone who happened to send a jolt through him as he was was shocked with electricity.

All of the sudden, the world around Soobin burst into a kaleidoscope of colors he had never seen before. The once-muted surroundings now danced with vibrant hues, leaving him in awe. It was a revelation that stirred his soul, a profound connection he couldn't comprehend. And it seemed that you felt a similar sensation as you completely froze on the spot, clutching at one of the bus rails to stay upright as you continued to gaze at Soobin, neither of you looking away.

Soobin was for a loss of words. The previously dull grays that he as grown accustomed to throughout his life had suddenly disappeared and was now replaced with so many colors which he could not add a name to yet. The bus itself was bright, and the passing outside sights were just so enigmatic, the air in the bus becoming somewhat charged with an unspoken energy as the bus rumbled along its route.

Neither of you looked away from another, seemingly realising what had just happened between the two of you. Soobin couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of you. You were just...so pretty. You were dressed in casual clothes with a bag, looking as if you were going shopping, but to Soobin, he couldn’t help but admire how stunning you looked. So with a pounding heart, he glanced at the seat next to him and looked at you carefully, non verbally offering for you to sit beside him, which you understood after a few moments. After you took a seat beside him, Soobin took a deep, steadying breath before turning to you.

"Just now...do you see the colors too?"

You gazed at him, saying nothing for a few moments before nodding. Looking at him with an expression mixed with surprise and realization, you finally parted your lips to speak.

"Yes, and... it's incredible. I've never seen anything like this before."

“Me neither.”

Neither of you said anything afterwards, simply gazing at one another in curiosity, becoming familiar with each other’s facial features and appearance while the bus continued on its journey. When the bus came to another stop, Soobin took another steadying breath before clearing his throat and offering you his hand, flashing a small smile.

“I’m Soobin.” He introduced himself, waiting patiently as you reached out to grab his hand, your fingers curling around his in a firm handshake which sent a jolt of electricity though his body as you shook his hand. You smiled shyly at him.

“Y/N.”

Beomgyu

Beomgyu twirled the pen in his hand patiently, waiting for the response to his quip to come back as he was quite interested in what he would received. When he finally saw the scribbling of words on his forearm, he couldn’t stop his smile of excitement as he watched the sentence fill his forearm, making him laugh once he saw the full response.

‘You barbarian, mint chocolate is the best ice-cream in the world. It tastes nothing like toothpaste you mainstream maniac.’

He loved chatting you, even though he has never actually met you yet, but that was not much of a problem as he felt like he knew you well enough. Beomgyu never understood how it really works, but once someone reached the age of thirteen, they somehow were able to communicate with their soulmates through their bodies. Or rather, through writing on their bodies.

He did not believe it at first, nor did he really understand it, but he is naturally a very curious creature and so he could not help but test the theory, taking a permanent marker and writing the word ‘hi’ on his arm, watching with puzzled amazement that it faded away after one minute after he wrote it. But minutes passed by since his first word disappeared with no response, so Beomgyu tried writing it again, watching it fade away but again be met with no answer.

He was kind of put out after that, thinking that maybe his soulmate bond was broken. He had told his parents what happened but they reassured that he was not broken, it was probably because his soulmate has not come of age yet. Put out by the news, Beomgyu experimented drawing on his arm, watching how the drawings would disappear, internally expecting a response but eventually accepting that he was not going to get one.

Although four months later after his birthday, Beomgyu was surprised when he was making himself a sandwich and saw a word on the back of his hand as he was buttering his bread.

‘Hello?’

And the two of you have been conversing ever since.

Beomgyu was now in his final year of high school, along with you, albeit neither of you attended the same school. While Beomgyu would love to go meet you in person, he knows that you don’t live in the city; therefore it was unrealistic of a meeting occurring between the two of you. But he knows once he graduates, he is going to head first thing to you, to finally meet you in person and to have some of those real life dates and adventures he has promised you ever since the two of you started conversing.

It is kinda cliche to think that he has fallen in love with you despite not knowing you. But then again, the two of you were soulmates and were to end up with one another one way or another, and so he can’t really be blamed falling for you, especially since your personality was so clear to him in the messages between the two of you.

Beomgyu twirled his pen as he waited for your next response, the monotonous hum of the classroom filling the air as Beomgyu struggled to concentrate on the lecture. You weren’t answering and usually you were super quick, making him frown as he tried to figure out what was keeping you back from answering his previous question. Just as he was about to write a question on his forearm, his attention was taken away by the teacher announcing the arrival of a new student, which was rather strange since it was the last year of high school for all of them, so he has no idea why someone would move to a new school so late.

Beomgyu lowered his pen to the desk and straightened in his seat, prepared to meet the new student. But as the door creaked open, a figure stepped inside and Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking in, donned in the school’s uniform, a smile on your face as you scanned the classroom until you were locking eyes with him.

Obviously the two of you knew what each other looked like due to exchanging social media information, the two of you following one another. He had always thought you were beautiful in your photos, but now seeing you in person...you were breathtaking, photos doing no justice. Beomgyu faintly heard the teaching introdcuing you to the class, which you responded with a friendly smile and a bow, albeit your eyes never left Beomgyu’s, a cheeky glint in your eyes as you cocked your head in his direction.

As if the universe had planned the meeting, the teacher instructed you to take the seat next Beomgyu, it being the only available one in the class. He watched in rapture as you walked towards him, smiling at all the other students before taking a seat, purposely ignoring him as you grabbed your books and pens and settled them on the desk. As the teacher resumed the lecture, Beomgyu couldn't concentrate. His mind buzzed with the realization that you were in fact sitting right next to him. The unspoken conversations that had filled his days with a quiet magic were now replaced by the prospect of face-to-face interactions, something he had dreamed of and yet... it was possible now.

When the class finally ended, Beomgyu hesitated for a moment before calling your name, where you immediately turned your head to look at him with a cheeky smile.

“Surprise.”

“W-When did you-”

“My father got a job transfer here. We have just moved and coincidentally found out that this school was closest to home.”

“...coincidentally you say?”

You winked at him.

“Coincidentally.”

The two of you shared a smile which was posed as odd to the other students, but to one another, it was all-knowing and filled with bliss as the two of you realized that unspoken conversations via your arms was no longer a necessity.

Taehyun

The vibrant lights of the carnival cast a kaleidoscope of colors over the lively crowd. Taehyun, surrounded by the laughter of his friends and the cheerful hum of the festivities, felt a peculiar energy in the air but he simply thought it was his body reacting to having free time for the first time since forever. School was finally over and he was finally able to enjoy his holiday. With the carnival coming to town, Taehyun and his friends eagerly attended during the evening to celebrate the end of exams while getting lost in the world of fast food, games and rides.

Taehyun was strolling through the crowd with his friends, laughing at the argument occurring between two of them about one of the stall games, when he suddenly froze in place when he caught the gaze of a stunning individual near one of the food stalls. In a fleeting moment, the world seemed to still and the carnival's cacophony faded into the background.

As his eyes locked with the stranger’s, a wave of warmth suddenly surged through him. It wasn't just a mere connection; it was something deeper, something magical. It was as if the whole universe was doing a 360 on its axis, reorganizing everything until the one center of the world was you, your eyes locked deeply with his and neither of you moving from your spots, unable to look away. Taehyun faintly heard his friends concerned calls of his name, having noticing his sudden absence, but he did not listen as foreign thoughts suddenly entered his mind.

Handsome

Stunning

So perfect

The thoughts were not his own, they instead contained a voice which did not belong to him, which made him slowly smile as he realized what had happened. Deciding to test his theory, he began to project his own thoughts, which had a positive effect as you suddenly smiled at him, prompting him to start walking in your direction.

You were dressed so prettily, and Taehyun couldn’t help but compare your smile to the sun with how bright and beautiful it was. You apparently had just purchased a stick of cotton candy, the pink treat barely been tasted due to the sudden occurrence between you and Taehyun. You openly stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, which he obviously reflected back to you as his heart pace increased as he got closer to you.

"Can you hear me?" Taehyun thought, his eyes widening in amazement.

"Yes, I can. This is... incredible."

Despite the carnival noise buzzing around the two of you, your thoughts were so clear to him and he knew it was the same for you. He was aware that once one was able to hear the thoughts of another, it meant that they had found their soulmate, their souls and minds becoming linked with one another for all eternity, until death parted them. Taehyun was never actively looking for his soulmate due to his young age, and yet now that he has found you, he couldn’t help but feel excitement. He could communicate with you without uttering a single word, the fact that he had such an n intimate connection with someone was just...amazing.

Taehyun stopped in front of you when he finally reached you, the two of you having matching smiles as you gazed at one another from head to toe, becoming familiar with each other’s appearance before giggling. He smiled at you before reaching for you hand, you having no objecting when he tugged you a little bit closer, the two of you invading each other’s personal spaces, not that either of you minded.

"We're soulmates," Beomgyu whispered, his voice echoing in both their minds. You nodded.

“We are.”

“I will admit, I did not expect to find you here.” You laughed.

“Neither did I.”

Both of you exchanged a smile before Taehyun tugged you by the hand to introduce you to his friends, your fingers immediately lacing with his and confidently following him as the two of you met up with his group who all had surprised expressions on their face. After introductions, all of you then explored the carnival together, riding whimsical carousels and sharing cotton candy under the twinkling lights, albeit the two of you seemed to be in a world of you own while his friends posed as multiple third wheels.

Hueningkai

The day’s events were very exciting due to the celebration of his 18th birthday, but that was not the most exciting thing for him. For Kai, the most exciting part was for him to go to bed that night, because it meant that he would finally be able to enter the dreamscape which will belong to himself and his soulmate.

Of course he couldn’t assume to meet you straight away. For all he knew, you weren’t of age to meet him in your dreams yet, but Kai hoped for the possibility that you were already of age and were waiting for him just like he has been waiting for this day to come. Call him a hopeless romantic, but he was looking forward to meeting the other half of his soul, and after he bid his family goodnight and got into bed, sleep seemed to taunt him endlessly due to his mixed excitement and anticipation.

Of course his parents and older sister advised him not to be too hopeful because you may not be there to share a dream yet, but it didn’t diminish his hopes. Even if he was not to meet you tonight, he would waited endlessly for you in his own little dream world, you were to meet with him sometime, he just hopes it will be sooner rather than later.

He doesn’t know how much time passed as he stared up at the ceiling of his room, but eventually he managed to fall into a slumber, the embrace of sleep gently pulling into a dreamscape, the world shifting and transforming around him and until a sight finally took its form in front of him - a sun-kissed beach. It felt like he was really there in person, the the sound of waves crashing against the shore, warm sand embracing his bare feet, and a gentle breeze that carried the scent of salt and freedom.

Kai glanced down at his own body, realizing that he was no longer in his pajamas but rather in beachwear - a pair of shorts and a buttoned shirt which was unbuttoned half way. He smiled at himself and at the sight before him, but then he suddenly he was not alone as he felt a gaze on him, prompting him to glance up and felt a hitch in his breath.

A stranger stood in front of him, a beach ball in their hands and a bright smile on their face as recognition flashed across their face. They were similarly dressed in beachwear, and as Kai continued to stare at their features, he couldn’t help but become flustered at their attractiveness. And locking eyes...he just felt a connection just form instantaneously between the two of you.

"Kai?" You called out said, a smile playing on your lips which made his heart pound in excitement and glee.

“Y-Yeah, that's me. Are we... dreaming together?"

Even though he figured that is what was happening, the fact that it was...it was just sending his head in a mess and he couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to gaze at you. You nodded, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Seems like it. I've been waiting for this moment."

“Me too...Y/N.”

He didn’t know how he knew your name, but it just graced the tip of his tongue and escaped, him saying it like some kind of holy prayer which will bring all miracles to the world. He had felt so incredibly connected when he heard you utter his name, and it seemed him saying yours had a similar effect as you eyes fluttered at the sound of it and a slight flush dusted your cheeks. You giggled before walking closer, holding out the beach ball in your hands to him, delight in your eyes.

“Care to play?”

He reached out for his, his hands brushing against yours in an accidental touch, jolting a spark of warmth through his body and yours, prompting you two to blush and giggle at the instant sensation.

“Of course.”

The two of you decided to make the most of dreamlike encounter. With the beach ball in hand, the two of you began a playful game without any rules, laughter echoing against the backdrop of the dream beach as the two of you volleyed the ball back and forth while sharing stories, dreams, and the intricacies of each other’s lives. With each passing moment, the dream became a canvas for the budding connection between the two of you The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and gold. It was a dream, yet it felt more real than anything Kai had experienced before.

As the dream beach faded away, Kai stood by your side on the shore, hands connected and fingers intertwined. Your skin pressed against his made him feel so warm despite the two of you only being in a dream. He truly felt that he was holding your hand in person, and soon after the dream ended, he looks forward to the oncoming nights where he will be able to meet with your constantly until the two of you finally met in person. The two of you shared a bright smile, your other hand cupping his cheek while joy reflected in your eyes.

“I don’t have to wait anymore.”

“Neither do I.”

A promise was made that night that the two of you were going to meet in person soon, because before Kai could kiss you, he had to take you out on a real date, as you only experienced the best things in life which he can only hope to provide. But it was a new adventure to the two of you, one that both are eagerly anticipating to play out.

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j0ystix · 7 months

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Masc BSD female character HCs!

I know some people don’t like masc version of BSD girls but I think they can be cute T^T

Masc Yosano:

- Has Tattoos but hides it very well. It’ll only be revealed at a beach episode, not even Fukuzawa was aware of it and only Ranpo knew

- Fem Yosano is called the Angel Of Death but Masc Yosano is called the “Unkillable soldier” I think it’s cool. Mori made 12 year old Yosano enter war and heal soldiers spontaneously on battling grounds. Yosano’s first tattoo was when he was 12. The other soldiers gave him a matching Raven tattoo on his collarbone. Hence, the raven symbolises camaraderie. It was also because the war was extremely violent and the soldiers were afraid that their bodies might get mutilated to become beyond unidentifiable after death therefore, the tattoos were identifiers for their families. This tattoo was a reminder to Yosano that he ABSOLUTELY cannot fail to heal his comrades

- He was given a butterfly clip to put over his chest rather than the normal butterfly hair clip

- Yosano was taught that he had to soldier on and stay strong and although he wanted to let his comrades die and stop healing them, he couldn’t bare losing his friends and seeing the tattoo become the only memory he has of them

- The soldiers spoke highly of Yosano because he’s a trained fighter as well hence, unkillable soldier

- Overtime, Yosano just got a bunch of tattoos for fun but it was mostly to cover up his scarring. He healed himself so many times that scars were left behind

- Yosano is handsome. DEFINITELY. Him and Dazai are ADA whores

- In general, Yosano is protective of all the girls in the ADA but he’s fully aware that they could protect themselves

- He respects women incredibly. If there was a crossover between genderbend BSD and normal BSD their interactions would be:

Masc Yosano : don’t worry, my subordinates are going to save us

Kajii: aren’t your agency mostly girls?

Masc Yosano : So? You’ve never met the women in my life. They can kick ass pretty well

- Yosano would bend down on one knee while the ADA girls seat on chairs whenever he talks to them (that one Nanami scene from JJK)

- I know Yosano is probably sadistic but i vision that he’s gentle with the girls. He might tease them a lot with sadistic remarks but he makes sure not to cause them pain. He only ever hurt his patients if they’re men because he finds it fun

(I know what you are Yosano. 👁️ 👁️)

- Yosano and Dazai are definitely fuck buddies. I don’t make the rules

Masc Kyōka:

- Quiet and expressionless like our normal Kyōka

- he has a very soft and feminine face so Mori would usually dress him up in kimonos to seduce the enemies

- likes bunnies and finds them cute, he’s not ashamed of that

- eats two times more than normal Kyōka does LOL rip Atsushi’s wallet

- Fukuzawa teaches him how to fight with a wooden sword in hopes of shaping Kyōka into a swordsmen

- Kyōka use to be scared of older women because of Akutagawa so he got a culture shock when he met Atsushi who’s so sweet and nice

- Kyōka sleeps in the closet while Atsushi sleeps on the futon!

- Kyōka passes by random hello Kitty stores and buy things for Atsushi (yes Fem Atsushi LOVES hello Kitty, she has a shrine of Hello Kitties at home)

- Yosano and Kyōka are very close! Yosano exercises with Kyōka every morning. Yosano was the one who taught Kyōka how to tie his tie, polish his shoe, shave his facial hair, fix a leaking pipe etc. THEY’RE SO CUTE I SWEAR.

- Kyōka learnt knitting for Atsushi

Masc Lucy:

- Definitely made Atsushi cry and regretted it afterwards

- Always screaming at people who block the entrance to the cafe

- The coffee owner loves him because he helps carry the heavy coffee bean bags

- has messy short hair with random short braids. He loves to braid hair

- gets into fights with Kyōka

- not a fighter but still an asset to the agency

- lowkey enemy to all women but not in a playboy manner, he’s just super mean to everyone, even girls

- went on a ‘date’ with Atsushi once and he showed up in T shirt and pants (horrifyingly)

- blushes and stutters lot around Atsushi

- Ever since he joined the coffee shop man and left the guild, he’s been putting more effort into his appearance like keeping his hair neat and trying to smile

- fishlens victim.

Masc Higuchi

- HIMBO. HIMBO.

- super skilled fighter but he’s actually clumsy. He would definitely pretend to dramatically faint in Gin’s arms

- hopeless romantic

- he dresses really well. Higuchi is actually really good looking at first glance but his obsession with Akutagawa and his clumsiness is a turn off for most women

- Initially, Higuchi was insecure that he was without ability which makes him “weaker” compared to Chuuya and Akutagawa(blah blah masculinity) and he often questions his place in the mafia but he soon accepted his circumstances and was proud to know strong ass women

- Higuchi is blunt but despite that, he’s a really good bodyguard and he has quite high battle iq but it can be overwhelmed by his impulsiveness. Mori offend reprimands him and tells him that he is holding himself back and he should start thinking rationally

- he’s the sweetest around Akutagawa, he would get her flowers, chocolates and everything but Akutagawa rejects his advances and gives the gifts to her brother

- Higuchi frequently has a mental breakdown when he loses in a monopoly game. He’s a tad bit crazy if I gotta be honest with you.

- Tachihara persuaded him to invest in stocks and he’s lowkey rich

- Higuchi is the type of man to wear wrongly paired socks and obliterate people in a dance off. Yes, Higuchi can dance

- Higuchi definitely does amateur Tarot reading HAHA IT’LL BE LIKE:

Higuchi : pick a card, Tachihara

tachihara : mmmkay. I got 7 hearts

Higuchi : this means that you’ll have 7 love interests awaiting you

Tachihara : REALLY

higuchi : either that or I swapped my tarot cards with Hirotsu’s poker cards hm…

Masc Gin:

- HOTTEST MAN YOU’LL EVER MEET. He’s so good looking that he attracts both the she’s he’s and they’s.

- of course he’s a strong fighter and assassin but he absolutely refuses to kill younger girls because they remind him too much of his older sister (Fem Akutagawa is small and scrawny so she looks like the younger sibling) Gin is very protective of his sister. Instead, once, when the city was under attack, Gin found a lost young girl crying for her brother so Gin took care of her until he found her family.

- If male Akutagawa met him, he would adore him

- Gin has a very low deep voice but he rarely talks too

- Gin buys cute things for his sister but Akutagawa never appreciates it. Gin would buy Sanrio keychains, dresses, shoes, jewellery and chocolate but Akutagawa doesn’t like it. Gin feels lost sometimes, he just wanted to buy a gift his sister would like

- Gin would comb his sister’s hair whenever she’s feeling unwell and tell her that she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met then Akutagawa would roll her eyes in response

- Akutagawa was the one who took care of them when they lived in the slums. Gin always felt indebted to his sister because his sister endured a lot for him

- One time, Akutagawa REALLY wanted this limited edition earrings because she saw Dazai wearing them but they were out of stock in Yokohama. She was upset but she didn’t show it yet Gin knew so Gin travelled to Osaka just to find it for her

- Gin doesn’t entertain girls who have a crush on him. He doesn’t care much for girls but he still blushes when he finds out someone was interested in him

#bsd genderbend #bsd genderswap #male yosano #yosano akiko #bsd yosano #bungou stray dogs #gin akutagawa #higuchi ichiyo #bungou stray dogs genderswap #kyoka izumi

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polyamorouspunk · 3 months

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sleepover friday thing and im sorry if i've already sent you an ask about this, i have the worst memory in the world at the best of times. with that out of the way... how do i cope with my orientation doing a 180? my whole life, starting from when i was about 10, ive identified as a lesbian. i exclusively dated girls (or people who identified as girls at the time anyway) and non-binary people. i was only attracted to girls and non-binary people. when i thought about being married in the future, it was always to a woman or non-binary person.

then i met my soulmate and he was a man. i dont use the term lightly either -- im talking about love at first meeting, spending time together as often as possible, sharing secrets, the whole thing. i plan on getting a tattoo dedicated to him. i still called myself a lesbian, just with one exception, because he was the only man i ever loved. and then he went dormant and hasnt come back (hence the tattoo).

then i started noticing i sometimes got crushes on men but not very often. now it's a couple years later and it struck me the other day that i don't think i'm sexually attracted to women anymore. just men and non-binary people. and it really threw me for a loop. ive been a lesbian my whole life but now im not? i'm almost exclusively (sexually) xlm now. which is certainly hard to deal with since i'm dating someone who is woman-aligned.

this is really long im so sorry i didnt mean to ramble so much akskfkf but do you have any words of advice for someone whose identity flipped on its head and feels lost now

I doubt that I’m going to say anything revolutionary here, so I’m just going to talk.

Things change for everyone. Different things change for different people. I don’t want to discount the experiences of certain people like men who are attracted to cis women exclusively, women who are attracted to cis men specifically, men who are only attracted to men, women who only attracted to women, etc. When I say stuff like “sexuality is fluid” it’s in the same way you say “gender is fluid” knowing that for some people it 100% isn’t, but it CAN be.

Some people have a very hard time accepting that sexuality can be fluid. It’s been pointed out before that some people are all for playing around with your gender and calling yourself a woman as a cis man in drag or calling yourself a liquid because your gender is so fluid or going “none of the above” in those gender questions or any amount of things like that. But as soon as someone implies that sometimes you can be a lesbian and sometimes you can be a gay man and those things can coincide or change certain people get really up in arms.

Complicated sexualities and gender have been around longer than any of us, and certainly around longer than tumblr and the internet. Perhaps my own favorite example is talking about how bisexuals and lesbians used to fall under the same or at least a more similar label in Stone Butch Blues. Before the phenomenon of lesbian separatists.

Bisexual lesbians and pansexual gays and all those kinds of things, while perhaps POPULARIZED by social media, existed long before that. Why is the idea that trans people existed before tumblr not a novel idea but the fact that perhaps wlw were all lumped under the phrase “lesbian” because there were women with more complicated sexualities like might fit under the label “bi lesbian” today wild and unacceptable to some people?

The idea that you can call yourself a lesbian exclusively but have some exceptions or call yourself gay exclusively but have an exception or hell even call yourself straight but have an exception is not a new thing. I, personally, love straight cisgender male content creators who say shit like “I’m not gay but I would make out with that man”. Cracks me the fuck up. I want more of that shit. But suddenly if a lesbian says “I’m not straight but I would make out with that man” it’s like woah woah woah are you sure you’re REALLY a lesbian?

Plenty of people who are straight/gay/lesbian fully accept that you can ID as one of those things and still use that label if you have on exception or even a few. Some do not, and will say if your thoughts even stray from your assigned sex of attraction then you are not allowed to use that label.

There will people who will say you can’t call yourself a lesbian if you’ve had sex with a man before even if you didn’t enjoy it. Gold star lesbian mentality.

The idea of sexuality being fluid is sadly a controversial one, as is every facet of being “in the community”. But for many people it is.

I see it a lot like coming to terms that you are not in fact cisgender. You go your whole life believing, truly believing, that you are a cis girl perhaps, until suddenly one day you realize you are NOT. Maybe there weren’t “signs” that you were trans along the way. Maybe one day it just hit you like a ton of bricks. What do you do? How do you cope?

Well. How do you cope with any other thing that hits you like a ton of bricks? How do you cope with someone you thought loved you deciding to dump you and never speak to you again in a day? How do you cope with being fired from a job you felt so secure in and planned on being in for at least another decade? How do you cope with the unexpected death of a loved one?

Over time. You try not to stress it. You try and move through your days by keeping it in the back of your mind until time has dulled that immediate pain enough for you to reconsider. The pain isn’t going to go away. But it can become manageable. You cannot deal with things if you are screaming and crying and hyperventilating and throwing things. You need to wait until you’re not doing any of those things in order to deal with the issue at hand, for a vivid and extreme example.

What does it mean to you to be xlm? I call myself a bi lesbian. On this blog I call myself trans masc and mlm. On my main I’m a [girl] and a bi lesbian. To me that means I, Savanna, personally will have sex with people who have a vagina, as someone who also has a vagina. Be they trans men, trans women, cis women, nonbinary/other. I do not like the idea of having sex with an actual flesh and blood and cummy dick, HOWEVER I’m open enough to say “I haven’t really been in a position in my life right now where someone has wanted to jam their dick inside of me, so I haven’t really had to worry about that. If it comes to that point, I can’t say for sure that I’m going to be like ‘ew no a dick’ even though I do not like dicks. Depending on the person and the situation I might be willing to make an exception.” And hey. There are people I might be with who have a vagina that I might just be like hey you know what? I don’t want to have sex. For whatever reason.

Your partner is woman-aligned, so I’m sure in your mind that’s not something you’re aesthetically attracted to right now. But sexually might you be? Do you think you’re having another exception to your sexuality like you did before?

Try your best not to worry about it and try to come to any conclusions until you’ve given it some time. I’m not sure how long it’s been since you came to this realization, maybe it’s been a few days, maybe it’s been a few weeks. But take the time you need to not make an emotional response to it in regards to your current relationship. Do what you’re doing and talk to other people about it. When you’re ready, you should talk to your partner about it. Perhaps there’s accommodations and arrangements that can be made. I’ve said before even though I’m transmasc here like if a cishet guy wanted to date me only as his gf I would be willing to compromise on my gender expression for that most likely. My gender isn’t a huge deal to me. Things like that.

Take it slow and take your time. Don’t make any rash decisions. Talk it out. Don’t worry about feeling like you “made a mistake” or are “living a lie”. We wouldn’t tell someone who came out as trans things like that, so much as gender changes and/or is fluid so is sexuality.

#punk gets mail #the punk gives good advice

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incredibly likely a niche and presumptions request so ignore it if you don't jive.......

but could you draw your favourite primate in your art style? i ask, bc your caninape fursona is SO iconic to me! and i recall you once, way long ago on deviantart, saying you actually like primates more than the way-too-common wolves... 😶‍🌫️

I don't really have favourites, I don't think.

I do have a bit of a bias towards domestic cats (two out of my three tattoos are cat themed, there's a reason), but other than that I honestly don't think I can ever rank animals in order. My favourite species at any given time is whatever was the subject of the latest documentary I'd seen.

There was a point in my life when wolves had suffered some serious inflation after obsessing over them for a good chunk of my teen years, and I kinda grew out of identifying as strongly with them.

They're still good animals on their own right, don't get me wrong, they just don't really feel like me anymore, hence why I don't picture myself as a wolf anymore.

#I also kind of don't know what my art style IS #You mean the way I draw the papermonkey thingy? Or how I draw Wurr? Or how I do most of my sketchbook doodles? Or ink sketches?#As an artist I don't really see my own style; I only see how to make drawings #And style is what happens when it geta filtered through my subconscious biases and muscle memory #So the end result is mostly invisible to me #As I don't really cultivate separate methods of doing my drawings

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In response to the post re: a 1D reunion, I agree that it was a toxic situation to be in. However, that doesn't mean that if you are able to identify and eradicate those things that made the situation toxic that you then can't reassess the situation and make a decision. The toxicity was not amongst the lads themselves. Rather, the toxicity emanated from label/mgmt. and the fanbase. Namely, how they were managed and how label/mgmt. subjected them to a horrendously suppressive contact. Which contractually obligated them to be put in situations that they had absolutely no control over. The various narratives that were created were meant to present them to the general public not in a way that was beneficial to them, but rather meant to generate maximum profit for label/mgmt. Likewise, these narratives were meant to cause the fanbase to fracture and turn against each other. Liam has been expressing the possibility of a reunion almost since the "hiatus" began. This in large part, meant to counter the narrative pushed by label/mgmt. that there was friction, hostility, jealousy within 1D. Which was why they were on "hiatus". Label/mgmt. employed this narrative as a way to manipulate the fanbase and cause it to fracture by choosing sides. Label/mgmt. wanted to create the illusion that 1D was through with one another and reuniting under new label/mgmt. was remote at best. The reality is that the reason for the "hiatus" was that all of the members of 1D decided collectively not to renew their contract. They turned their backs on label/mgmt. not each other.

Once the contract expires, I have no doubt all will have highly successful solo careers. If by chance one of them, while on another world tour should welcome four other lads to the stage for an impromptu jam session and a label executive should happen to be there and have a contract for them to sign, I for one, would not get up and walk away. Why do I think they are still under an original contract? Well, no public interaction amongst the principals of the main contention between label/mgmt. and 1D. Namely, no public interaction between Harry and Louis, and also Liam and Zayn. I mean seriously, do you think it's by free will? Both pairs? No, by contract. The four lads employed teddy bears, altered song lyrics, actual tattoos on their bodies, and hints of their relationships in songs they wrote to counter this narrative. Additionally, three of the four are said to be fathers. Coincidence? No, contract. They remain fathers, hence contract still in full force and effect. However, there is movement, Louis and Liam in public is a shift. Louis on tour is a shift. His documentary as well, is a shift. Seem the suggestion of a thirteen-year mgmt. contract could be accurate. The next six month could be very interesting.

I don't understand why you'd send me this on three separate occassions as if my initial response is going to change.

I don't like how 1D treated him, both the management and the fans.

Liam has talked on multiple different occasions how he felt trapped, how he didn't have the freedom other boys his age did which led to him developing a drinking habit. He was severely overworked, which only added to his alcohol and possible substance abuse. He doesn't need to return to that toxic environment.

And the fans weren't any better. Many of them didn't give a shit about his solo ventures and only dropped into his lives to constantly ask him questions about the other members or when the band is getting back together. They used the fact that he was a people pleaser to get the 1D content they were depraved of. And then the second they could, they would shit on him when it was convenient to do so, taking his words and changing them to fit their agenda

I honestly hope 1D doesn't come back, and if they do, Liam turns them down. God knows he was a major reason as to why that band was successful, and neither his management team or the so called fans deserve him.

#1D reunion #leeyum #free liam #answered asks #anonymous

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The following is a transcript of the interview that took place between Lostfield Gazette journalist Ruth Shirbon and a new Lostfield resident, Mari.

R: So I work for the Lostfield Gazette, the town's favorite, and, uh, only newspaper. And I just wanted to know if I could ask you a few questions about the break-in?

M: Sure! Just, y'know, don't post my face, it's a long story.

R: Oh, of course! This is an entirely audio-only recording, anyway, hence the uh, tape recorder. Anyways. What were you doing before the break-in occured? Oh, and, what approximate time was it?

M: It was the sixth, at about 11:00 PM, and I was playing the new Pokemon game, because I was bored.

R: Alright. And how did you notice the intruder was, uh, intruding?

M: She broke into my house through the window--singing Banana Man by Tally Hall, I think.

R: Ooh, I still need to listen to that one, actually... Wait. Right. Interview. Uhm. And did you catch any details of the intruder? Like, uh, general height, hair color, hopefully some sort of easily-identifiable tattoo or birthmark somewhere visibly on them??

M: One of her eyes was missing, she was I think 5’7, maybe 5’8--and she was missing a leg, I think she was using a stick to walk.

R: Jesus Christ. I mean- [loud cough]- Sounds like... an intimidating figure- Wait. Was there anything else irregular about this person's appearance? Potentially, I don't know, unnatural skin color? Scales? Horns, maybe?

M: I mean, she had leaves in her hair that looked kinda like horns, but besides that no- Oh, wait, she kinda smelled of iron, almost like she was coughing blood--she was coughing, actually, so, y'know.

R: Oh, well that's... very interesting. [She scribbles something down in their notebook.] I'll make sure to include your description in my article so that more people can effectively avoid this, ha, hooligan, as one of our previous interview-ees put it. Thank you for your time, Ms. Mari.

M: Of course!

#this was the only semi normal interview i had #mari you're a lifesaver Mr. Douglas was NOT going to be happy with just my results from the other two #hell maybe the police can make wanted posters with this info!!#showfall ask blog #showfall media #genloss #encoreverse blog

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thefunofit37 · 2 years

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Fernandes Family Headcanon

An idea my brain produced awhile ago concerning Jellal's famous tattoo and what it could possibly mean. So we've all seen the tattoo:

Pretty neat right? We also assume it's a tattoo. Or at least I do. And he's had it since the Tower of Heaven, where the oldest he could have possibly been was like 9. So where did it come from? Why would a 9-year old have a face tattoo of all things?

I'm so glad you asked!! Allow me to explain how I think it works!!

So after Crime Sorcérès pardon, Jellal and Erza begin their official relationship. During this time, Jellal discovers the town he was taken from as a child and learns the names of his deceased family. Jellal's immediate family perished in the raid, but he discovers distant cousins and the like. They don't know much about him or his immediate family, but welcome Jellal into the Fernandes clan and teach him about their traditions and lifestyle. Jellal lays claim to his heritage, wearing the mark of the Fernandes family(a red identity tattoo) with pride and enjoying his newly discovered culture. Jellal's tattoo, he learns, means "first born of heavens light", and was given to him as a reminder of his birth under a full moon and because he is the first (and unfortunately only) child of his parents. (Tattoos are usually reminders of birth circumstances or of parents hopes for the child).

Rough sketch of tattoo and individual part meanings:

When Jellal and Erza eventually get married, Erza makes the choice (much to Jellal's delight) to get marked as a Fernandes. This is common practice in Fernandes tradition for those who marry in and earns Erza the respect of the Fernandes clan. Erza's tattoo, across her right collar bone and shoulder blade, means "love of the first born". Identity tattoos of those married in tend to correlate to that of the spouse, hence "love of the firstborn" goes with "first born of heavens light" and accurately identifies Erza as Jellal's wife.

Rough sketch of tattoo plus front/back view of location:

When Jellal and Erza have kids, they too receive identity tattoos. Children are usually marked by age 6, and while ancient tradition has marking as a requirement, modern tradition makes marking a choice. Most children choose to receive a mark and it is common place to have a "Marking Feast" when the tattoo is made. This is usually paired with the child's birthday.

Their firstborn, a girl, is marked: "winter's first light". She was born in the early morning on the first day of winter. Her mark is on her left shoulder.

Rough sketch of tattoo and location:

The middle child, a boy, is marked: "little summer's blessing". He was born a week and a half early in mid-summer, but was Erza's shortest labor and easiest child (a "blessing" while trying to manage a toddler and finishing transitioning out of active duty wizard status). His mark is along his left collar bone and shoulder.

Rough sketch of tattoo and location:

The youngest child, another boy, is marked: "never ending star". He was the most difficult pregnancy for Erza. Complications arose early on and there was doubt that he would make it. In the end, he came early (with much difficulty for everyone involved) and managed to hang on to life. His mark is under his left eye.

Rough sketch of tattoo and location:

Extra:

The girl and youngest boy resemble Jellal, though he claims their daughter has Erza's eyes. The middle boy looks like his mother and Jellal is beyond thrilled that Erza's scarlet hair is passed on to at least one of their children. All children have a similar temperament to their father, but also all have their mother's kind heart and righteous anger. All children have their own unique magic and are incredibly powerful. The girl can use a form of teleportation magic that comes from being able to move herself or objects through a magical hold space, similar to a celestial key gate or a requip storage space. The middle boy uses what he calls "alchemy magic", a substitution based maker magic where he can turn things around him into other things by touching them (shut up I love FMA ok). The youngest boy has a type of clairvoyance magic that allows him to hear what happens in the future. It grants him audio only premonitions.

And that's that. Please feel free to sketch out these characters or ideas and write fanfics or continue my Headcanon! I only ask that you tag me or mention me if you do!

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #jellal x erza #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #jellal and erza married #jerza #jerza kids #fernandes family #fernandes culture #jellals tattoo #headcanon #ideas for fanfiction #posting on the internet like its my diary

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historyherstory · 1 year

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CHAPTER NINE

Basic self defense note. If someone ever grabs your wrist or forearm, twist your arm in the direction of the outside of their fist (towards the pinky). The grip is weakest there & can be broken more easily (vs if you try to twist in direction of their thumb/index finger part of the hold, which is the strongest). In context of this story, Ron absolutely could have stopped it (hand to hand was a part of paratrooper combat training) but on the flip side, if you think of the 101st as a conventionally trained fighting force, the resistance were very much “by hook or crook”. Anything goes, as long as it keeps you alive. Fighting wasn’t the intent though, so it’s just a blip in a scene. Thought I’d make a note on it all the same.

Goldbrick, both a noun & a verb! As a noun it’s something that looks valuable but in fact, isn’t. Hence the name - gold brick. You think it’s a brick of gold but it’s just a brick with maybe a little gold plating on the outside so the value is inconsequential. The verb (”to goldbrick” or if you were “goldbricking”) is to invent a task to avoid something you should be doing. Basically, a slacker or a shirker.

I’ve only ever seen Bill Guarnere use this word (Ambrose uses it in Band of Brothers, I believe, but it’s in relation to Bill talking about Johnny). Johnny Martin gets described as a goldbricker (but Bill is also emphatic to note that is not true when it comes to fighting: he was no slacker there). He was just great at getting out of doing things, apparently. In comparison to some of the other Easy Co men who seem to have been very social (or if not as social/universally liked, such as Skip or Luz, at least still well known/have their own circle of friends) Martin gets described (again, by Guarnere) as a bit of a loner. Although take that with a grain of salt because Bill and Johnny also seem to have hung out. They got tattoos together between the period when they returned from Normandy & their deployment to Holland.

Although arguably Bill Guarnere seems like one of those aggressively social Italian Americans where you realize it’s easier to just go along with it and give him what he wants because otherwise you’ll never have a moment of peace. (See: his being instrumental to easy co. reunions post-war.) I adore him. I also adore Johnny. Writing them both in this chapter made me smile.

The mentions of Culoville are about as accurate as I can manage. Easy overnighted there (as shown in the HBO show, they’re in Sainte Marie du Mont eating, but Dick Winters narrates that they left for Culoville within a few hours). If you want to find Culoville on a map? Good luck. (I tried.) It’s apparently too small to even really register as a hamlet so it doesn’t really show up marked on any of the 1940s maps. It’s just south of Sainte Marie du Mont on the D913 (if you wanted to get an approximation on google maps). Brucheville is not a fictional place but naming it here is a construct of my imagination. It’s foreshadowed a little in an earlier chapter where D company are posted alongside an intersection to intercept any Germans coming down the road. The actual version of that apparently was late at night (potentially early morning on June 7th) so I wrote Dog company having served in that function 2x - once leading into Sainte Marie du Mont (where we saw Ron briefly interact with Nix and Dick) and now here as the 506th 2nd battalion leaves the town. In reality, Ron Speirs’ biography (Fierce Valor) only mentions it once so it was more likely they were just posted there in the evening & stayed in position for hours. This is where the incident with the drunk sergeant from Dog pulling a gun on Speirs (& Speirs shooting him in an act that is largely identified as self defense, though the sergeant died in the process) happened.

As noted above, the road to Brucheville may not be where it happened. They were stationed on one of the roads that intersected with D913. Brucheville is about due east of Sainte Marie du Mont and there’s a few ways to get from that area to the D913 so I chose that for this story’s purpose.

Captain Hester back by name - Clarence Hester is one of the (many) officers that started in Easy & was promoted to fill positions elsewhere in the 506th. By the time Normandy came around, Hester was 2nd Battalion S3 (operations officer). He would later be promoted to commanding officer of 1st battalion. Not particularly relevant to the story as far as I’m aware of (...yet?) but it’s one of those interesting facts so sharing all the same.

#writing references #hbo band of brothers #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #Johnny Martin #Bill Guarnere #sos help i'm opening reference tabs faster than I'm closing them #my computer wants me to close like 10 of them

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Hello, I'm not a witch, but I create things with my energy. but I have no energy left. do you think this is a good thing? and what can i do with this talent thank you🧚🏻‍♀️

Energy comes from two places: we create it from the inside or we catch it from the outside.

The world is crazy and people are crazier.

On a normal basis, we can be affected by someone else’s energy such that we absorb it.

Each and every one of us has the ability to create personal energy shields.

What is crucial to know is that no one can invade our “space” without our permission. Hence, a big part of energy leakage is caused by the failure on our part to take actions to protect ourselves. It is our personal responsibility.

One need not be a "witch" to create a boundary, a personal energy field, or a "forcefield" around ourselves.

If we don’t create our own energy, we can catch the energy in our environment, mostly from the people in it. It gives them control over us. It means we are a prisoner to the mood to whomever is around us.

The energy around us doesn’t always work for us. It can distract us, discourage us, derail us.

Environments, like people, are unstable and unpredictable. You can’t rely on your environment to give you the energy to motivate and move you. You can’t rely on other people either. You can rely on yourself.

It all begins with intent.

An intention is a directed impulse of conscious energy that contains the seed form of that which you aim to create.

We all can get caught up in thoughts, emotions, and memories as well. This is un-intentional.

Studies have found that stressful memories are stronger than neutral memories because more areas of the brain are activated.

Where more connections are present, recall can have more details. While we all may certainly show a tendency to recall more emotional and traumatic memories more readily than those which are more neutral or positive.

The goal is to feel that you’re in control of your thoughts, not the other way around.

This leads us to mindfulness. Mindfulness is identifying when this happens so we can control the energy flow. Once identified we can use techniques to change or use this energy.

Meditation, witchcraft, spending time in nature, spending time with a pet, visualization, grounding, externalizing the thoughts and memories (telling ourselves that they are no longer real), writing it down and burning the thoughts, are all ways to help be in control of our energy.

Being able to generate your own energy makes you self-sustaining and powerful.

As the studies have shown, stressful, painful, and angry emotions/energy are most powerful. This is why curses and hexes work so well. It takes much energy to create the power needed to curse.

You're looking for a spiritual career? This refers to a profession that incorporates religious belief, divine instruction or spiritual guidance. Jobs that focus on helping other people develop a deeper connection with themselves and or the world around them, or maybe helping them improve their physical, mental, and emotional, well-being.

Writers, musicians, witches, religious education, wellness specialist, tarot card reader, oracle card reader, holistic healthcare, store owner, naturopath, paranormal investigator, energy healer, astrologist, health coach, life coach, blogger, candlemaker, tattoo artist, pet sitter, spiritual house cleanser, witch doctor...all depends where you feel led to as well as your ancestry....you could do so much with your energy.

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Meeting A Racist Skeleton

CW: human remains, racism, sexism, homophobia, and strong language

Yesterday my partner and I met up at a museum I never expected us to meet up at: Il museo di antropologia di criminale or Il museo di Cesaro Lombroso. Oddly sharing the building space with two other museums, namely Il museo della frutta (the museum of fruit) and Il museo della anatomia humana (the museum of human anatomy) this museum wasn't exactly one of Turin's most attractive tourist destinations.

Nonetheless, my friends had recommended it to us, and Antonio crudely joked that it was important that I witness "anthropology's mistakes". Given that many high schoolers in the region end up in Torino to visit its many museums, many people I knew had already been there. As an anthropologist and sociologist who was mildly infatuated with deviance during my undergrad years, this seemed like the place for me to visit. I kept thinking: just exactly, how did dear Cesaro embarrass us anthropologists even more than I was already aware of?

For those who are not familiar with anthropology, or if you are but happened to miss the historical summary of this terrible guy, Cesare Lombroso is the guy who charted criminality using skull measurements. So-called anthropometry as indicators of a person's likelihood towards committing crime. Using the corpses of several prisoners, both Italian and not, Lombroso sought to quantify physical characteristics that signaled criminality. From the size of one's brow bone to the presence of tattoos, it seemed like Lombroso was suspicious of any type of physical or expressed cultural difference. Hence, those prone to being free of crime were both white, and arguably boring.

In Victorian wood glass cases, very reminiscent of my experience at the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford, were skulls of actual Italian prisoners he studied. While not all the skulls were identifiable, there were a number of actual identified prisoner's skulls being displayed. Super duper creepy, in my opinion. Alongside those, were a selection of coloured wax maschere mortuarie (death masks) tagged with details like the name of the prisoners, their number, their home province, and their crime in large capital letters. Murders. Rapists. Document Falsifiers. It was very unnerving to see their faces from their deathbed, eerily replicated by both Lombroso and the other mortuary figures/anatomists he partnered with.

There were photographs of the dead prisoners, back from when they were still alive (of course). Weapons collected from the crimes of the prisoners-- think crucifixes with hidden knives, iron keys, and blunt objects. Personal artefacts like clothes or even crafts they made during the imprisonment were artfully arranged. Among the most silly, if not personal for me, was a selection of photographs of prisoners from French Indochina that were donated to Lombroso's cause by another questionable colonial French scientist. As Anto and I opened the digital touch display, a giant photograph of a Cambodian man appeared. Herein, Lombroso wrote notes about what the "Asian" criminal was like in comparison to other European ones. Che stronzo.

Beside Lombroso's anthropometric instruments were his collection of animal skeletons, which he used to base his ideas of racial hierarchy. He was a valiant believer in the idealised pure White man, which reigned over the "others" which he organised into categories of colour. "Black/brown" being at the bottom, followed by "yellow", "semite" and so fourth.

He then also accrued different characteristics about the impure/criminal white man, so all I took away from this is that you had to be both white and not do anything interesting in your life to begin with. Furthermore, being born into a working class/poor economic situation apparently doomed you to committing crime. Nonetheless, I don't think anyone was safe from his harsh, very poorly-conceived designations. However, in my opinion, being not-white and not-a-man, made your judgments way harsher.

Unsurprisingly, even hearing a voice actor recant Lombroso's racial purity hierarchy made me nauseous. Don't even get me started on his commentary about women, but most especially lesbians. He had this whole disgustingly confused notion that yes, women deserved rights, but they're actually still biologically inferior to men. They're just not able to be smart, he thought. He wrote and spoke a lot about how women criminals were even more evil and devilish than their man counterparts, being sure to emphasis how much he hates prostitutes. Prostitutes, as he believed, were more prone to the crime of homosexuality. Hah, okay. Calm down Cesaro, we get it. Nobody likes you...and for good reason!

Overall, it was a good museum visit. Indeed, science does progression from trial and error. It was good to see an anthropologist who did such incredibly poor work get corrected with time. Acknowledged for how stupid all his frameworks were. It's not to diminish the impact his work made...which I feel still lingers to this day within toxic hate group rationalities, but for the most part, we acknowledge what he did/believed in were actual mistakes.

The best part of the museum was actually meeting the material remains of Lombroso himself. At his death, he donated his body "to science" as they say. His brain and skeleton was given to his peers to dissect and do what they want. As I stared with absolute malice and hate at this man's skeleton, I pointed it out to Anto who commented "oh wow he was so short!" This made me laugh because of its randomness. It was nice to see that he was very much dead, even though I knew he was. Lombroso was such a stain on anthropology, but at least we can attempt to learn and remember his mistakes in future work. May we never forget the racist skeleton man.

#cesare lombroso #criminal anthropology #anthropology #blog #anthropometry #turin #torino #museums #museo #cultural anthropology #skulls #skeletons

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

1. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: cha. 2. 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: december 1. 3. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: sagittarius. 4. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5′ 11″ or 6″, jury is still out on that one. 5. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: movies, writing, reading, drawing, video games, volleyball. 6. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: blues, all the shades of blues, purple. 7. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: frankenstein. 8. 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: the entire soundtrack of this war of mine and frostpunk tbh. 9. 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: stranger things season 4, obi-wan kenobi, the lincoln lawyer. 10. 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: plot holes, by sean murphy. 11. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: music. a loooot of music. 12. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: i was lowkey creating this blog on impulse and realised i didn’t have a url, got frustrated, thought about yamaguchi because he was the first muse i knew i wanted to add there for sure, hence the “pride”, and added “won” because at the end of the day is sense of pride and stubborness paid off. luckily i’ve actually grown attached to the url so i don’t think i’m gonna change it! 13. 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: i always cook the exact same dish for dinner pretty much every day. i know how to read old english phonetically and understand a little bit of it thanks to a literature module i took at uni. i have a doctor who related tattoo on my arm and a lord of the rings related tattoo on my ribs. the haikyuu character i identify with the most is hirugami from kamomedai.

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tagged by: @onehope (ILY <3) tagging: idk who hasn’t done it yet so apologies for double tagging! @deepsets @tvrningout @soverina @pontevoix @diutive @cauterisen @ymagishi @faithfrayed & anyone else who would like to take part!

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Are we sure they are aware of it though? I know Gotham made a post but neither are even on Twitter enough. Not that im defending them, they should say something. It's not like they're really friends with her. Ash has known her for years but it's not as though they're close either. Honestly, Gotham should get a lot backlash if she still has the armband this weekend.

How could they not be? Bro, imagine if their kid was born Indigenous. Would they have stayed silent then, too? Maybe they wouldn't know then either? We can't excuse the silence and I know you're not defending them but c'mon they definitely have to know.

Ash once claimed to be Native American on her dads side, hence why she got that tattoo. If that's the case, why wouldn't she speak out against what the captain said? If she truly identifies or has family that are Native American, are you truly okay with what your captain said? It just doesn't make sense.

I get there might be some legalize involved in keeping quiet bro but at what cost? It's like other people said, if they can't tweet about it, the least they can do is vote McCall off the captain band or at the very minimum retweet Madison's tweet which again, provides helpful perspective on how to decolonize the way we talk and unlearn harmful phrases or sayings. But they did nothing. So no, I don't care if they're not aware because honestly that would be worse than being willfully ignorant, imo. If they keep saying they are striving to change the future of women's sports to be more inclusive of all people, gender, sexuality, culture, then prove it. Speak out when it's inconvenient. Use your massive platform to advocate for the rights of those who don't have the same privileges or power. At the very least, come to the defense of the sole Indigenous person in the fucking league and show her she's not alone.

And I am not just talking about the wives. I am talking about every person in the NWSL. The fact people haven't retweeted Madison and told her that they appreciate her vulnerability and courage to speak out (because imagine how terrifying that could've been) and to do it with such grace, professionalism, and class---all the while McCall throws a sob fest for racist ass---is bullshit if you ask me. You want the make the league safer for players, then do it. Right now you have an egotistical White woman running her mouth with no repercussions and the sole person verbally calling her out is the person from the community she is harming. I am so tired of the excuses we give White women and how much leeway we give them for "forgiveness" when they barely apologize.

I don't want to hear another thing from anyone about how they use their platform to advocate for change, the wives or otherwise. Show me you actually care by doing something and making good on those promises. Show us exactly what you as a team are discussing, the resources you are using, the people you are speaking to and the things you are learning. Show us action.

The fact that McCall can't even muster up a proper apology and her half-assed attempt to correct herself after the fact shows me she doesn't care. The fact Gotham's blanket statement of handling things internally while producing no results (Scott not speaking about it independently, Gotham refusing to take her armband or better yet, fire her), shows me they don't care. No one cares about what she said or depth of how much the words she used perpetuate hurt and harm against Indigenous communities.

I know what you meant in your ask, and you're right not to defend the wives. Anyone who says the wives, or anyone else on the team (Midge, Kristie, Nicole-all of them, but especially all the damned White women) are absolved of any guilt or blameless are part of the problem. If you are going to tell people you want to use your platform for advocacy, then you don't just get to advocate when it's convenient or it's the current zeitgeist.

Pinoe was willing to risk her career when she first knelt. And she didn't give a damn because she realized sport is not as important as ensuring equal rights for all. That's true activism. Now I don't agree with everything that she has done but she's done one hell of a lot more than other people.

All I can blindly hope is that the team and front office talked about this in depth and actually learned from the mistakes she made. I hope they're figuring out ways to undo the harm that's been done. Honestly the easiest solution is to make Dorsey captain and bench Zerboni at least a few days. But they have to do something other than just give a blanket statement for real.

#asks #this turned into a long ass ramble but you're right that if they can't speak about they can't #but being at risk for being fired for speaking out didn't stop Pinoe #So it's not an excuse I'm sorry

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Into the Future

Finally got round to the next bit of actual plot (or rather plot-like object) in the Healing AU. (More will probably follow very shortly.) I have such mixed feelings about this one that I’m almost afraid to ask for feedback - almost...

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“So, who are these guys?,” Helli asked as she, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex and three-quarters of the rest of her strike team, Lightning Squadron, waited for the squad that would be joining them for an assault on the Techno Union facility on Skako Minor. Officially, they were going to shut down a source of Separatist intel and strategic planning unit; unofficially, their other objective was to rescue the final member of Lightning Squadron, Echo, who had been presumed dead months before. The TU base would be heavily guarded, hence the reinforcements, but Helli hadn’t had time to stay up to date on the plan of attack. As well as her usual duties, she and her second-in-command Sergeant Torrent were getting married in a few weeks, and there was only so much organisation she could offload onto her equally busy friends. Some decisions only the bride and groom could make.

“Clone Force 99,” Rex replied. “I hadn’t heard of them before, but Cody’s worked with them.” Cody was Rex’s best friend, and had been since they were cadets. He was out on the front lines with his men and their general, Master Kenobi; otherwise, he’d surely have been there. “Clones who… differ from the standard template in useful ways.” He was avoiding the dreaded word “defective”; Helli silently cursed the perfectionist kaminiise yet again. “Apparently they’re also called the Bad Batch.”

“99?” The number seemed to bring back bittersweet memories for Fives, Echo’s twin. Helli realised why even as she reached out in sympathy to her vod’ika. 99 had been a maintenance clone on Kamino, a brave and kind man whose soldier’s heart hadn’t been matched by his body, and who had died fighting alongside Fives, Echo, Rex and Cody during the Separatist invasion of their homeworld. Helli wished she’d had the chance to meet him. “Nice touch.”

“That’s what I thought,” Rex said. The two men shared a sad smile, an aay’han from which the rest of the assembly was excluded. Helli managed not to mind. Rex had known, and served with, Fives even longer than she had.

“I’ve heard stories about them,” Torrent put in, scanning the skies above them. “If they’re even half-true, they make us look sane.”

“Quite an achievement,” commented Spark, Lightning Squadron’s technical expert and sarcasm provider. Their team could charitably be described as unconventional at the best of times. Anakin clearly wanted to agree, but given some of his past escapades, he knew Helli would respond with something like, “Look who’s talking,” and thus wisely stayed silent. The two young Jedi had been at least acquainted for the best part of a decade; he knew when not to start an argument with her.

Torrent seemed to have a point. A small ship, perhaps an attack shuttle, had detached from the stream of Coruscant air-traffic overhead and was careering towards the Bad Batch’s designated landing point with reckless speed. Even champion pod-racer Anakin and literally combat-trained Lightning Squadron didn’t fly that crazily. Helli was amazed the ship made it down in one piece, but she did, and the landing ramp was soon lowered to reveal four figures in heavily customised clone armour. Phase II, not katarn, but the four-man team still acted like commandos. Lightning Squadron had worked with a few RC squads before, notably Omega and Delta; such missions could generally be summarised as “crash, bang, wallop”, but they had given Helli a good sense for how commandos operated, and now let her identify the roles of the newcomers.

The one in the lead, removing a relatively plain helmet to reveal shoulder-length hair held back by a red bandanna and a skull tattoo over half his face, was clearly the commander. Helli recognised the way he moved, held himself, interacted with his surroundings; his difference probably had similar results to her affinity for Force-insight. Enhanced senses, perhaps. He introduced himself as Sergeant Hunter, and the big man behind him as Wrecker. Easy. The brawler, with enhanced strength. Quite possibly the demo man as well, looking at the scar on the left side of his head; there must be more inside that head than one might assume if that were the case. Demo is hard. The absent-minded-looking one who almost wandered off the side of the ramp, too focused on a datapad, his helmet modified to fit around yellow-tinted goggles, was called Tech; no prizes for guessing what he was. Enhanced intelligence and memory capacity, most likely. Helli liked him immediately, but knew they wouldn’t get a layperson-comprehensible word out of him and Spark for at least an hour. Finally, the tall silver-haired man who stalked down after his brothers, scowling around a toothpick, was Crosshair, a name that matched the tattoo over his right eye. Another easy one.

“Sniper, I take it?” Helli could tell Crosshair would be the hardest to befriend, and therefore started with him. “What’s your top range?”

“Ten klicks.” No pride, just a fact.

“Impressive.” Helli meant it. No other sharpshooter she knew, even in the GAR, had anywhere near that skill level. “Sniping’s a dark art to me. I’m more of a close-quarters lass.” Her hand tried to stray to her sgian dubh, her all-purpose knife, before remembering that she’d given it to Torrent in lieu of an engagement ring or a vambrace like the one he’d given her, which had barely left her arm since.

Hunter picked up on the motion, his eyes flicking between the orange-painted piece of clone armour clashing horribly with Helli’s blue trousers and the Jedi symbol engraved on the hilt of the knife tucked into Torrent’s right greave (badly engraved, but Helli had been seven when she did it). “I understand congratulations are in order. How long have you two been engaged?”

Torrent told him – just a couple of months – and added the newly chosen wedding date, his gaze irresistibly drawn to his fiancée, his smile so full of love and happiness that her heart melted yet again and she was rendered utterly speechless. She did her best to return the favour, and thought she’d hit the mark.

Crosshair clearly couldn’t bear to be outdone in that department. “So soon? I thought Jedi were meant to have more restraint.”

Helli almost didn’t react fast enough. Tor was usually gentle and even-tempered, but not where her safety or honour was concerned. He surged forward, obviously bent on forcing Crosshair to take back his comment; Crosshair was more than ready for him. A sniper he might be, but he could probably handle himself in hand-to-hand combat. Helli put herself between them just in time, a hand on each of their chests, looking from one to the other, her presence holding them back more effectively than brute force. “For your information, Crosshair, we’ve been in love for over two years, and if the Council hadn’t given us permission to marry we’d have been prepared to stay friends for the rest of our lives. And Tor,” her voice softened dramatically, “I appreciate your defending me and my honour, but I’ve been dealing with insults since you were a tubie. Please, don’t put yourself at risk if it’s not really necessary.” She snapped back into “commander” mode. “Now, if I let you go, do you promise not to melt each other?” She knew better than to ask them to apologise. Crosshair was too proud, and Tor hadn’t actually done anything wrong.

“I promise.” There was a flash of pain in Torrent’s voice and eyes, but Helli didn’t think it should be addressed in public. Crosshair just nodded – the best she would get, she knew – and turned away, pacing over to where the rest of his team was waiting to be led by Anakin and Rex to a briefing room. Helli let her hand trail slowly down Torrent’s chestplate, savouring every moment of contact even through his armour, before trying to take his hand. He pulled away, gently but firmly, walking beside her for a few paces as they followed the others, then dropping back to talk to Fives and Spark. His sudden coldness was a knife in her heart, but she had a hazy idea she should give him space. She’d never expected to have any romantic relationships, and had no real clue how to handle this situation.

Until Anakin spoke to her, making her jump. She’d been so caught up in her worries and pain that she hadn’t sensed or seen him by her side. “Talk to him. We’ll wait for you. If we’re going to pull this off, we all need to be on the same page.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “You’re his commander as well as his fiancée. Try to remember that.”

“Thank you.” Her own smile was much weaker, but it was definitely there. As the rest of the squad entered the briefing room, she hung back long enough to put a hand on her second-in-command’s shoulder. “Can I have a word in private, sergeant?”

“Of course, General.” He didn’t want to talk to her, but he was a soldier and she was his CO; he followed her dutifully to a deserted corridor where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Don’t listen to Crosshair,” she began. “I know his type. All mouth and no trousers.” She found herself using Alban expressions far more often and naturally around Tor. With him, she could just be her, not a Jedi or a general or anything else.

“That’s not the problem.” He took a deep breath, bracing himself. “You reminded me that you’re eight years older than I am, but for all practical purposes I’m five years older than you. As things stand, you’ll probably outlive me by decades.” Tears sprang to his eyes, and he dropped his gaze, automatically hiding them even from her. “I don’t want to put you through that.”

Oh. That. Foolishly, Helli had hoped it would never become a problem, but her hope was clearly in vain. Her own eyes stinging, she reached out and laid a hand under Torrent’s chin, guiding his head up so that he was looking into them again. “Tor,” she said softly, “ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” In Mando’a, the phrase that means “I love you” literally translates to “I hold you in my heart eternally”; she stressed the last word, “eternally”. “However long we both live, a day or fifty years, I want to spend that time with you. If you still want to spend it with me.”

“Of course I do.” The tears gone as though by magic, reading permission in her eyes, he bent his head to kiss her.

Crosshair might have had a point. Torrent’s kiss set Helli’s whole being on fire, body and soul, and she was ready and willing to burn. As she kissed him back, she knew he felt the same. (Ironic, given that they both came from rain-soaked planets.) As her arms wrapped around his back, her fingers kept trying to stray to the catches of his armour; he was fighting to keep his hands above her waist. Theirs might be a partnership of hearts and minds, but they were also still young and vulnerable to the demands of biology. Breaking apart and stepping back from each other was the hardest thing either of them had ever done, but they did it. They had more important duties.

“That blasted wedding can’t come soon enough for me,” Torrent murmured as they walked back to the briefing room, hand in hand.

“Nor for me,” Helli agreed. “But don’t try to change the date. I for one would rather face a battalion of clankers than an angry Nhanta.” Nhanta Alloh was one of Helli’s oldest friends and chief planner of their wedding.

“Same here.” As they laughed together, Helli knew for certain that the crisis was over. The storm had passed; the fires were contained. She and her cyare would keep moving forward into the future – together.

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Mando’a glossary (context-adjusted):

Kaminiise: Kaminoans.

Vod’ika: dear brother.

Aay’han: bittersweet moment of mourning and joy.

Cyare: beloved.

“Melt” is, or used to be, Glaswegian slang for “beat up”; “claim” and “banjo” are/were synonymous.

#star wars #The Clone Wars #jedi oc #rex #captain rex #fives #clone trooper fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper oc #clone trooper spark #hunter #wrecker #tech #crosshair #Anakin #Anakin Skywalker #fanfic #healing au

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