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A BLACK OUT/SLAM POEM based on the teletubbies (tv) tag on ao3
TRIGGER WARNING_MILK.
stray dogs literature clubs, the school for good and evil. ink sans angel—stranger things
horror sans guy—don’t hug me i’m scared. don’t hug me i’m scared, (don’t hug me i’m scared.)
free form plot twists. tragedy/comedy. alternate universe—high school. alternate universe—music.
the chaos unfolds each day, pristine, centuries ago, fight the many.
post divorce, living together, implied drug use, alcoholism. snippets from the end of the show, renunion, although it takes place a couple years before. we were the stars (but space was a void) by ponfarrpussyqueen.
corporate clash, bug, duck, the guardian pest, the prince, macarena, kissing, crack, as a joke, boys kissing, regret everything
underage julius caesar, emo napoleon, mating bond, tentacle dick, magic healing cock, holy water, holy roman empire, kissing in the rain, the battle of waterloo, a true story.
crossover, insanehappymealgiver, original character, original, simulator, mentioned, i’m at my limit, intentionally bad, wearing the other character’s skin, start praying because this sure ain’t holy, my dad went to get the milk because of this, sent to the void, put me in a coffin, rancid hope’s peak
we greet you with good luck and prosperity.
we love gay anal and lesbian smut and we hope you do too.
diminishing flame, not for kids, you’ll cry so hard you won’t have eyes, not sorry, commit a clarity, vaporized, freeform, sewer rat
2020 presidential election, spit as lube.
chaos bear, crack, crack, crack, has religious trauma, gay, gay, lesbian, lesbian sex, orgy, moist naked bodies rainbow is jesus, sex during tornado, this is NOT. finished.
there she was, in a new world. guess she’ll play the cards she’s dealt.
jesus confessed, sin shock, tears streaming down her face. “i fucked your sister.” crack. treated seriously, why did i write this. gay best friend—i can see that (i’m safe here.)
why did i write this!
crack. treated seriously.
slowly losing our sanity, we die.
crack, treated seriously. the moon of hope and the sun of despair LET IT GOOOOO LET IT GOOO.
crack, treated seriously, blue balls, orphan account
his little purse. what was once an inside joke is now taken seriously. crack. crack. fluff and crack. angst and crack. i am a man of my word, and i speak for the people.
a million other projects to complete
crack, crack, i dont know what’s going on, we’re idiots so we made this
it starts out all nice then it all goes downhill
satan, crack, this is a joke, please help me, please don’t hate me, i’m so sorry, i cannot think of anything else, please don’t read this. but. do, the author regrets nothing, the author regrets everything, why do i still exist? (discontinued, at least until further notice.) by even moderner prometheus
forbidden love, dead dove:do not eat.
so small in the midst of it all. rolling with the weird and unusual, traumatized teens to comfort, and an important decision to make
i came up with this, i will go down with this
i can’t believe i write this, why did i write this, i wrote this while listening to mother mother, sleep deprived, wrote this instead of sleeping, the guardian witnessed sex and is now scarred, touching, addiction, slut shaming
insufferable with apologies to all my followers, hell (literal), sewage
i got problems, so fucking random, pulled out of my ass, hard to explain, hard to word, each chapter will be posted, find me on wattpad,
near death experiences, major illness, declarations of love, love confessions, eating, marking, delay/denial, knotting, marking, mating bites, overstimulation, based on taylor swift songs, missing spleen
help me pleease, im scared, why did i write this?, just this really chill person who wants to take over the world, humanized teletubbies, my friend and i wrote this over the summer
you better not forgive me for this, im serious, vaginal fingering, a hushed voice, the contact making her shiver.
may your heart stay strong. torture, vomiting, blood and gore, self-indulgent, touch starved guardian, all characters are adults, electricity, suicidal thoughts, medical inaccuracies,
and yet… you lie again. i like noo-noo i hope he explodes, don’t show up
crack. i am so sorry. not in detail but it could’ve been so count your blessings
gods this can’t end well, good parent, to two children, bad parent, to the other one
IM SO SRRY BUT THIS WAS FOR THE GREATER GOOD, HAHA SUFFER,
attempt at humor, death, gore, i don’t even know, i’m so sorry, you have been warned, i posted this for my brother’s birthday
plague, companionship, through the fields we ran
it quickly turns into anti-demon propaganda
a play in one act, post-war, no sex, no killing
the prize of reading this is to meet god
help my poor soul this is a disgrace but it was my first fic so i refuse to orphan it, and the teletubbies followed
help, i was forced to write this and i’m sorry, i don’t even know what to call this monster, the southern pansy, aziphrale, the prince of hell, and the archangel gabriel
angst, satire, this is not serious, it’s meant to be funny
DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, IT WAS WRITTEN BY THREE HIGH THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS.
this is what you’ve been waiting for and hoping would never come
hearing voices, broken bones, emotional manipulation,
live, work, play, a simple life, protected, until a stranger comes.
i can’t give you a summary of the plot. that would ruin the story.
the eternal rioting continues as it always will (part one)
the eternal rioting continues as it always will (part seventeen.)
let me know if i forgot to tag anything!!
blame the painkillers. i blame the painkillers.
#so when i was a kid i once made fun of this person i met irl bc he would post like. all the gay tags n i thoufht it wasnt cool#like gay twink n like all of those things#just an endless paragraph of labels#i couldnt imagine posting that or wanting to be seen like that#i couldnt imagine wanting to be seen at all#i didnt say it to his face i just called it cringe to a friend and they rightfully called me out on it#why is that so funny to you? that he wants to be known? that he wants to reach out to his community?#i woke up one morning and saw that he had imed me in the middle of the night#i imed him back n didnt get a response n thought nothing of it#i wish i had been up that night#i wouldnt have been able to do anything#but every time we post something every time we tag something#we are looking fir connection#this is not the void#you are not screaming i to the void#people we see you#and i hope they hear you#bc what you have to say can be beautiful. even when its a joke#this is a joke. but it is also real to me#every one of these tags and titles is real#and a real person wrote them#they sat down and did that#n they wanted u to see them#everyone wants to be seen#and smiled at. n liked#and i hope someone likes you. i hope someone likes you enough to be awake at 3am#n i hope you like yourself enough to keep posting and tagging and trying so hard to be noticed#bc there is beauty in everything#even and especially you#where are those high thirteen year olds now
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OP Boys: Special Hugs (#1)
Luffy & Zoro
(Short Scenario)
Monkey D. Luffy
☆ Honestly, he's a hugger. Let's be real here, Maybe not like, the INSTANT he meets you, but the moment you are on his crew (trust me.. you'll get on the crew..) you are one of the many subjects of his physical contact
☆ a lot of times it may come off as way too energetic, arms being thrown around you or pulling you around, man's has no sense of a personal bubble
☆ but it gets (worse? Better? You don't know) when feelings get involved. If he didn't make it blatantly obvious he liked you, then you're either the densest person on the planet, or Luffy is horrible at flirting
☆ Let's be real here, it's probably both
☆ There is no escaping at that point.
"Hey! Where'd (Name) go?!"
Luffy questioned. He'd been searching on the Sunny forever, yet he couldn't find you! He'd checked the kitchen, your room, the pantry, the crows nest..
"(Name)? I think they're down in the medical bay with Chopper. They looked a bit under the weather." Nami didn't even spare him a glance: she was so focused on her map he was partially surprised she answered. But that was fine, because Luffy was focused too!
"(NAME)-"
He threw open the door to the medical bay, only to find you on the bed and leaning against the wall. Chopper looked up frantically and put his paws up, "they're sick! You shouldn't come in here-" "hey, Luffy." You rasped, and offered him a weak smile. Luffy completely ignored Choppers advice and ran to your side, protectively wrapping his arms around you.
"You're sickkkk? That sucks.. Chopper will make ya feel better though! Should we give them some meat?!"
You chuckled as you attempted to remove yourself from his grasp while Chopper sighed, "no, they need soft food! And you should leave Luffy, or you may get sick too!"
As if for the strict purpose of defying Chopper, his grip only tightened. "No! They need comfort.."
It wasn't as though you were complaining, his warmth was nice..
So Chopper made you up some medicine, after having giving up trying to make Luffy leave, and left the two of you.
"(Name).. you need anything?"
"No.. thank you."
His voice held genuine concern and your heart ached, knowing just how much the Captain cared for you. After a moment, you snuggled in closer. "'S cold." You slurred, arms wrapping around his torso whilst your head buried into his chest.
He took the hint, arm stretching across the room to grab an extra blanket. His hands worked the blanket around your body until you were tucked like a happy burrito, leaving him and you satisfied.
"..thanks, Luffy."
"Shishishishi! Anytime!" He laughed, taking his hat off and plopping it on your head.
Luffy began to talk for hours, about adventures they'd had before you'd join the crew, excitedly re-telling fights and funny stories from the crew. For a while, you were distracted from the discomfort of sickness, until you and him both fell asleep.
...it's safe to say he'd demand more cuddles after that. (Somehow.. he just doesn't get sick..l
Roronoa Zoro
♡ to be perfectly frank, he's not that much of a hugger. He's only hugged two crewmates, and that's Chopper and Luffy. Even for those two, its a rarity.
♡ but having been on the crew since the near beginning, your friendship with zoro was beginning to have a bit more connection than he ever intended to have.
♡ so came fourth of him asking (almost forcing) you to nap with him. At first, you just sat next to him, not really sleeping.
♡ honestly it was kinda funny. You'd both pretend to be asleep so the crew would give you guys some- half peace for a bit. You used to think it was dumb, but seeing as all the others (save for Nami) believed it, well..
♡ it became tradition
♡ sometimes when you both were a little down, he'd give you an awkward side hug, always looking so flustered afterwards, and it's just the cutest
♡ however, he soon finds a type of hug he really likes..
"That was some fight."
Zoro grunted, and you nodded in agreement. You two were the first to head back to the Sunny, to make sure it wasn't unattended for too long. Seeing as Zoro had no injuries and yours were very minor, you were best suited for the job.
"I'm beat, though. Those marines just kept coming.."
"You did good out there."
He replied, plopping on the deck and motioning for you to do the same, and you did. Sitting besides Zoro with a wince, "I let the one get a good hit on me.. need to work on that." You rubbed your side, and he glanced at you, "you can train with me later." He laid a hand on your head, smiling at you. Oh, that handsome swordsman has your heart, and you poked his cheek. "You better not go easy on me!" "Wouldn't dream of it, (Name)."
"I'm definitely going to be a sore fucker tomorrow, though."
He snickered and ruffled your hair, and you stuck your tongue out at him, "you won't let it happen again. That's all that matters- pain is a learning experience."
"Yeah yeah, ya old wise man."
"I am not old!"
"Yuh-huh, that's what an old person would say."
"Says the one complaining about aches in their bones-"
"I got hit by a very, very large stick-"
"...did you forget the word for staff?"
"...shut up, Mossbrain."
His mouth opened in a yawn, and you half followed suit. The bantering slowly subsided, and his hands unconsciously dropped to your shoulder, then slid down your back, holding you to his side.
If he did that intentionally, he didn't show it. His eyes had long since shut, and you were very familiar with how quickly he could conk out. A few moments of hesitation held you, before you wrapped your arms around his torso, a leg over his, and snuggled into his chest. His other arm moved to hold you, and,
"Ya better not plan on moving anytime soon.."
Lucky for him, you didn't.
So this became his favorite cool down after a fight.
Nami however, was not thrilled that the two people who were supposed to watch the ship fell asleep. RIP.
#roronoa zoro x reader#monkey d luffy x reader#zoro x reader#luffy x reader#one piece x reader#one piece#straw hats x reader#straw hats
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Pick a Pile | Where will your F/s take you on a winter date?
Since it's already December we thought of making our first winter/Christmas pac! You can of course participate in this even if you dont celebrate Christmas, if you want to if course. Choose one or multiple piles that you are drawn to and read about it! Please like, reblog and comment as its highly appreciated, thank you! <3 disclaimer; this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest. Dividers & pictures aren't from us, credits to the right owners!
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Pile 1:
This one is giving the most "home" vibes and
therefore; your date would invite you to their house. They would decorate their house all festively with the most beautiful Christmas decorations they can find, even put up the Christmas tree. Then they would dim the lights, only let the Christmas leds of the Christmas tree on along with other decorations that have the ability to give light. They would make their bed super comfy with blankets, pillows, cute plushies and prepare hot chocolate and cookies. They would snuggle with you on said bed while laying/sitting comfortably with you there. Their arm nicely around you and what else would you be doing than..... watching Christmas movies together?! Watching all of your favorite Christmas movies and maybe even the classic ones like Kevin home alone / alone in New York, elf, the grinch and so on! It would be an incredible cozy and romantic date which would make your connection to each other stronger.
Pile 2:
Your future spouse would take you on a date to a café! But not just some kinda boring or classic one - no, it would be one that has many Christmas decorations, even small Christmas trees on every table. There would play background music, not too loud not too quite, of course it would be mostly Christmas songs. The desserts, cookies,pastries and even the hot chocolate would have Christmas motives on it. It would all look super cute and taste amazing. They would love to spoil you, asking you to ignore the prices of it as it is the season of giving. They would possibly spend hours with you there getting lost in the conversation with you and of course walking you home after it, while snow crunches under your feet. Holding your hand to feel your warmth and also just in case so they can catch you in case you slip slightly. You would have an amazing date that you wouldn't forget. Neither of you would!
Pile 3:
As for this one I feel like your future spouse would invite you over to their house to bake cookies together, if possible multiple different ones. They would enjoy baking together with you, perhaps take a tiny bit of the flour and put it on your cheek - then let out the most sweetest laugh ever. It might turn into a small but nome serious playful fight, which would end up in them pulling you suddenly closer and kissing you. While still baking with you, most likely While the cookies are in the oven, they would suddenly turn on the song "all I want fir Christmas is you" and start dancing to it, actually trying to dance together with you to it. The whole atmosphere would be so warm and lovely, both of you focused on only each other. Of course they would eat the cookies together with you after they are done, feeding you sometimes. They would praise you on it, enjoying their time with you more than anything else in the world.
That's it! Our first Christmas/winter pac ever! Feel free to leave feedback if you want to! Stay safe and take care of yourselves lovelies <3
- Candy
#winter#christmas#winter layouts#christmas moodboard#moodboard#pick a picture#pick a photo#pick a card#pick a pile#pick an image#pac#pap#spiritual#spirituality#intuitive reading#divider#christmas divider#christmas pictures#winter pics#holiday#holiday season#december#Christmas mood#cozy#gifts#presents#Christmas tree#fs#future spouse#aesthetic
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Self-care & connecting with nature deities during the wintertime
Is it still possible to connect with harvest and nature deities such as Freyr during the cold season?
Long answer short, yes. Obviously, absolutely. But you all saw that answer coming, right? So I’m here to give you some ideas, as the person who’s favorite season is winter and who made it their mission to help everybody like winter just a little more. And since I feel especially close to Yngvi-Freyr when it comes to the Gods, I will use him as an example throughout this post, though a lot of the following could apply to most nature deities.
Let us first examine a common misconception before we get to the bottom of this topic: the fields don’t die when the sun sets on the 31st of October. The earth still lives under thick layers of snow. The process of dormancy is absolutely crucial to the cycles of nature. And if, like me, you find Freyr to be a sort of guardian of these cycles, then you’ll know he manifests himself in so many ways, even where you might not think to look.
Have you heard about the holly and ivy tradition? It was common during the European Medieval times to decorate houses and halls using holly and ivy, because they were the two plants with leaves that stayed green, even in the dark and cold of winter. This type of practice is often referred to as "bringing the outside in", and it's something I'm quite fond of. I've no doubt it could be a great help if you're the type to feel depressed during the winter time. It's a way to remind oneself of how everpresent nature actually is. Lots of greenery remains despite the snow! And to ackowledge this fact and to work with it is such a great way to connect with nature Gods in general! It goes to show that you appreciate their blessings all year round, not just during spring and summer. While it's true that in many cases, the presence of deities such as Freyr may feel somehow "dimmed" during the winter time, I assure you, they don't disappear once the first snow falls! On the contrary, they are every bit as present and active as when spring comes! They simply manifest themselves in a different manner.
When winter comes, I love to work with evergreen spirits. I incorporate spruce, fir and cedar into my practice and in my offerings. I won't go into too much detail for this topic however, because I've written posts that pertained to it in the past (namely, this post on tree work and this one on land spirits). Since I don't have easy access to holly or ivy, I make due with evergreen! Not with any actual branches, except when I'm lucky enough to find some that were torn away by the wind. But rather, using representations of it. In the same manner, and in the spirit of "bringing the outside in", it's also possible to decorate using representations of the sun! Harvest deities such as Freyr are often associated with it due to its crucial role in the cycles of plant growth. Candles also make for great solar symbols, and to place them around the home is like lighting a handful of little suns to bring much needed light and warmth inside. What's more, lighting candles on the winter solstice night is a widespread practice among pagans today! It serves to symbolize the return of the sun, as the days start to grow longer again. Until then however, it can be soothing for one to light a candle every morning before school or work, and to call upon any harvest, nature or solar deity of their choice to ask for strength and motivation throught the day. Even when it's difficult for us to feel their presence, they always hear us.
Now, how to actually feel more connected to nature? Oftentimes, connecting with nature and connecting with Yngvi-Freyr are one and the same. And on a more personal note, a lot of the advice I received from him pertained exactly to that: I believe he's often urged me to go spend more time in nature when I am going through rough patches. I know the cold and the cloudy weather can make it depressing for a lot of people to go out. My advice on this is to take it step by step: no need to go on long, four-hour long hikes right away! After all, there is already much beauty to be seen close to home. And I can't put enough emphasis on that: dress warmly! Also, as a tool for motivation, prepare a treat for yourself to enjoy after you've gone out. Part of what makes me enjoy winter so much is the thought of the warmth and light which await inside after I’ve gone out into the cold. The home is as sacred as the outside world! So why not buy, or prepare a batch of cookies, a cup of hot chocolate or a spicy dinner! It's something I love to do as a way to motivate myself to go out more often. And I like to offer part of these to local land spirits and to the Vanir, to show my appreciation for the beauty of this season. Just as an aside, I find snow water to be a great such offering as well!
I know that I’m not revolutionizing the pagan scene with this post, as there’s only so many ways to connect with nature during winter. I think it’s important to keep in mind that the snow, rain and cold that this season brings is just as much part of nature as the greens and lively colors of spring and summer. For this reason, they are just as much a part of nature deities and what they represent. Deities have so many facets and depth, and it can be so fulfilling to explore these different aspects, and the way we perceive them. While it’s true that spiritually speaking, it often feels to us heathens as if Skaði is somehow “taking” Freyr’s place in the order of things for the time being— much like the Holly King takes the Oak King’s place in Celtic folklore. This doesn’t make it so he disappears! In my experience, he presides over the cycle of seasons as a whole, and he is every bit as present for his followers as he is during the winter. I can connect with Skaði during the summer in a similar manner. And I’m sure that the same can be said for so many other harvest deities.
#my ideas#yule#winter solstice#paganism#witchcraft#pagan#norse paganism#polytheism#rituals#heathenry#norse polytheism#deity work#norse gods#spirituality#deities
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A beach day with Nanami Kento
Includes: babysitter/nanny! Fem reader x Single Dilf! Nanami
Age difference (reader is 22, Kento is in his mid 30s, Yuji is 4!!) +Secret Pining
MDNI! (Slightly) EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!
Cw: small small mention of breeding kink lol
Part two now up!!
"Thank you for inviting me. You really didn't have to." You smiled up at the older man, lugging a huge bag filled with beach toys, towels, and sunscreen.
"No need to thank me, Y/N. You're like family to us. You're always so good with Yuji, I really appreciate all your help." Nanami responded, casually hauling a tremendous beach umbrella, two seafoam green foldable chairs, and a cooler.
"Anyways, we wouldn't want you to miss his first time at the beach." His voice monotonous yet slightly more affable than usual.
You felt your face heat up slightly, flushing at his simple, kind praise. The toddler in question hurriedly waddled up to you, slipping slightly on the hot microscopic grains under his itty-bitty toes.
"Y/N, up up, please. Uppies, please and tank you. Ouch!" He angrily huffs out, switching his weight from one foot to the other, trying to combat the burning sensation on the soles of his feet. Yuji starts grabbing at your swimsuit cover-up, trying to hoist himself up.
You hush him slightly, slinging the awkwardly large bag over your left shoulder quickly before bending down to pick up the whining boy.
Nanami's gaze becomes glued to you as he watches Yuji grip onto the slouching neckline of your cover-up, innocently revealing your cleavage.
Holy shit.
You continued walking, slightly readjusting your top, moving Yuji's strong death-grip to your shoulder.
"I told you you should've kept your shoes on until we found a good spot." Your tone was gentle but stern, with a teasing undertone, tickling the boy's neck slightly, making him squirm and giggle in your arms. Nanami couldn't help but admire you.
He remembers the first time you babysat Yuji. A coworker recommended you, after he voiced his difficulties finding someone he trusted with the then two year old Yuji. He constantly struggled balancing extra meetings or overtime with being a single father. However, as soon as he met you, he knew you'd be a perfect fit. You were gentle, sweet, nurturing, responsible, and very... instinctively maternal. Especially for a college girl, looking for a side hustle. Not to mention you were drop dead gorgeous, but that was more of a selfish reason on Nanami's behalf to hire you.
You were nervous at first. You've never taken care of a child (well, baby) so young. His limited vocabulary put you on edge, worried that you wouldn't be able to tend to specific needs if he couldn't fully verbalize them. But, you quickly managed to make a strong connection with the tiny boy. By the end of the night, he had fallen asleep, snuggled into your shoulder.
After that, you became a regular sitter for the small Nanami family. Ever since you graduated a couple months ago, you became his nanny, Nanami having to work more often after a big promotion, eager to hire you full time.
He was thankful for how well the arrangement worked. Yuji absolutely loves you, maybe even more than him. Nanami doesn't mind though. He is absolutely infatuated with you. He enjoys watching the regular interactions between you and his son. He can't help but think about how beautiful of a mother you'd be. Or how beautiful you'd look pregnant with his baby.
Nanami didn't think twice before asking you to join them on a trip to the beach on his day off. He'd honestly be lost without you.
After what felt like eternity for little Yuji, you finally found a fairly secluded spot right in front of the ocean. You placed Yuji down, immediately turning to help Nanami with the shit load of things stacked in his strong arms. Together, you two unpack.
"Y/N, Dada!!!! Look!" Yuji tugs at both yours and Nanami's hand, pulling you toward each other until your arms are touching. The tot points at the ocean, pure exhilaration coursing through his busy brain.
"C'mon let's go! Go go!!" He squeals jumping up and down.
"Yuji, we have to apply sun lotion." Nanami reminds Yuji to which he slumps his shoulders, pouting.
You grab the face lotion, pulling Yuji towards you by his tiny torso. Smearing it over his face, you make sure not to miss any skin, rubbing the lotion in generously. His bright rashguard protected his upper body, almost glowing in the sunlight. You applied lotion to the limited skin exposed by his long swim trunks. Plopping a bucket hat on his head, you patted his hip.
"There you go!" You beam, watching him light up before sprinting towards the water. Once he arrived right at the shore, he turned his upper half, waving big at you and Nanami. You both wave back like proud parents, smiling at your pride and joy. His short attention span was consumed by the crashing of the waves, turning back around to stare at the ocean in awe.
You keep your eye on him, ensuring he doesn't get swept up, before shimmying your cover-up off your warm body. Nanami stared at you in the same manner his son stared at the ocean. Amazed.
"Mr. Nanami, can you please help me get my back?" You shifted your attention towards him, holding out the sun lotion. He gulped before nodding, accepting the lotion from your hands.
"You can call me Kento." He mumbled, placing your hair over your shoulder.
"Are you sure that's alright?" You asked, smiling to yourself. He hummed in response. You gasped as he began applying the cool lotion to your hot skin.
"Is that okay?" He asked holding you in place by the arm after you instinctively lurched away from the source of the cold.
"Yeah, it's good." You breathed out. He intently studied your back, watching in satisfaction as the harsh white began blending into your dewy skin. He finished applying the lotion, hands lingering for just a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate for an employer... but you weren't just an employee, you were family, right? He pulled himself out of his trance, removing his hands from your back.
"Thank you, I'll do you now." You took the lotion from his hands.
"Huh?" He asked densely.
"Your back. I'll help you with your back. So you don't get burned." You clarify, laughing away the awkward feeling in your stomach.
"Oh, right." He sighed, pulling his shirt over his head.
Oh.
Oh.
He's jacked. Buff beyond belief. Where does he find the time to maintain such a god-like physique? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his shredded torso, feeling your cheeks become inflamed.
He turns around in front of you, pretending he didn't seeing you staring. Pretending it didn't affect him. Pretending he wasn't staring too.
You watch your hands tremble as you begin rubbing the lotion into his broad shoulders. You applied more pressure than when you were helping Yuji. Kento let's out a fairly strong groan as you feel him tense under your small hands.
"So sorry, did that hurt?" You panic, removing yourself from him.
"No, not at all. That just felt... good." He relaxed his shoulders allowing you to quickly finish your task, heart fluttering against your chest.
"Okay all set... let's go check on Yuji." You smile, jogging towards the little boy who's now bending down, trying to drink the salty ocean water.
He chuckles, amused at you pulling Yuji's mouth away from the sandy terrain. Kento joins the two of you, whipping up Yuji in his arms, trudging into the shallow waves.
"Y/N, come come! Dada's bringing me in water!!" Yuji smiles over his dad's shoulder making grabby hands at you. Joining them in the ocean, the three of you play around, splashing each other, and dipping the crown of Yuji's head in the chilly water making him laugh. You all stood together, taking in the sunny scenery as the small waves lap at your abdomen. Kento pulls you into him by the waist while Yuji was babbling to the two of you about a huge fish he swears he saw.
This was new. You decide to take it a step further, seeing how much you can push. Placing your head on his chest, you wrapped your arm around his waist, keeping him close. You swear you see him glance at you, the side of his mouth quirking up.
Once the water starts to get a little too chilly and Yuji gets a little too bored, the three of you return to your small setup. You stood with Yuji as he continued rambling, occasionally tripping over his words. Kento approachs the two of you, wrapping the boy up in a towel ten times his size before lovingly placing one over your shoulders. You thank him, picking up Yuji and placing him on your lap, sitting on one of the plastic beach chairs.
His father sits close next to you and the three of you sit in comfortable silence, warming up. Comfortable silence until...
"Y/N?" Yuji starts, the side of his face squished against you chest. His small hands fiddle with a strand of your wet hair.
"Yes, bud?" You look down at the boy coddled against your body.
"When are you gonna be my mama? I want you to be my mama." He asks, genuine tone in his small voice.
Your eyes widened, head immediately whipping towards Kento. He was smiling. Full on, teeth saying 'hello', smiling. You can't help but return the gesture.
Not knowing how to respond, you laugh it off.
"Aw, you're so sweet!" You attempt to look down at the little boy, who's holding onto your neck, shoving his small features into your skin, embarrassed.
"You'd be a good mama. I wove you." He says softly, you melt, touched by how appreciative he is.
Kento let's out an audible 'aw'.
"Love you too Jiji." You respond, rubbing his back soothingly.
Kento was fighting his tongue not to repeat Yuji's words to you.
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I will be coming out with a part two (with smut!) veryyyy soon!!! Hope you enjoyed! xoxo
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I got my glasses back and they're all fixed 💪
i wanted to request the characters(especially Elrond) reaction to their partner that's very cuddly? Like after anything stressful happens their partner/the reader immediately goes to them and just needs hugs and kisses to calm down
Yay 👓 here we go!
LoTR Characters’ Reaction to You Wanting Cuddles When Stressed
Aragorn
✧ He discovers this after you get wounded. Tending to you, he carries you to your bedroll, only for your arms to wrap around him the moment he tries to lay you down. “Stay,” you tell him, “please.”
✧ You were hurt. He obliges, half-sitting, half-laying at your side and running a soothing hand down your arm as he tells you to rest.
✧ It becomes common as time goes on. One time when you were overworked he stopped you right in your tracks with a kiss, one hand taking yours to keep you completely and thoroughly occupied.
✧ Usually he spots you laying down and joins you at your side, smiling in surprise every time when you cling to him, but always returning the embrace in the end.
✧ Traces the curves of your cheeks as you look into his eyes, your own glistening with unshed tears he silently vows to fight.
Legolas
✧ Very gentle with his physical affection, so when you first approach him he just lays an arm softly over your shoulders.
✧ Takes both your hands in his when you look up at him with dismay in your eyes, his own gaze back questioning, tender.
✧ Some days you spill it, some days you just nod, either way it is Legolas’s cue to craft the little nest he always makes for you and sit with you in it.
✧ Smiles when your hands reach up, making grabbing gestures, and pulls you by them into his chest and lays down all in one swift motion.
✧ Soon your body is completely caged by his limbs, but complain you will not beneath the loose capture of his warmth.
Boromir
✧ His expression hardens, darkens even when he sees you so upset, but it fades away the moment you shake your head and reach out to him.
✧ Kissing the crown of your head, he pulls you into the warmth of his own body, a hand sliding to caress your hair.
✧ Sits down with you in his arms, lowering you such as to let your legs wrap around him, his hands still cradling you.
✧ Eventually they wander down, rubbing up and down your legs as he connects your lips.
✧ In the end, his hands find their home on either side of your waist, keeping you firmly in place as he asks what the matter is and if you are feeling any better now.
Gimli
✧ The one who proudly jokes that you can’t keep your hands off him 😌
✧ But in all seriousness, Gimli is such a hype man when you're stressed that he doesn't just hold you, he tells you how gorgeous you are and that you're the best and you can do anything, you needn't worry. ...And if you can't do it, he'll protect you!
✧ Goes soft as anything when you hold him from behind, his hands reaching up to lay atop yours or maybe even try to pull you even closer by them.
✧ Threatens to destroy whoever upset you like he isn’t holding your hands and kissing all over your face as he speaks.
✧ Cheers you up with the proud smirk he makes at any passersby alone, the look on his face telling everyone that Gimli has the best job ever. It reminds you without words that you are never a burden.
Frodo
✧ He can tell and he sort of ends up doing it on his own. You start to sit up when your eyes fall upon him, but with a hand he urges you back down, rubbing your back soothingly.
✧ He tilts your head up gently, though, one hand beneath your chin so he can look into your eyes.
✧ You ask for a kiss and of course it is granted. One more, you say, and it is granted. One more, and, well, I think you can see where this is going.
✧ Soon he can’t help the bubbling of merry, lovestruck giggles at the fortune he has with you and you join him, joyous at the sight of his happiness.
✧ Another rush of tenderness strikes you when you feel his nose gently rub against your cheek.
Sam
✧ Makes him blush to high heaven the first time you just come right up to him and tell him you need a hug, but of course he does it.
✧ Soon at the days' end there you are again, going to him with arms outstretched and words sweet as they are sad, telling him he gives the best and most soothing hugs.
✧ Heart leaping, Sam lets his head fall to your chest, one hand travel up and down your back, and the other hold yours between your joined forms.
✧ "Thank you," Sam says. "Me?" You inquire. "Whatever for?" "For trusting me," he answers, and you can just see that earnest sheen in his green eyes without looking. "Thank you for being someone I can trust," is your reply.
✧ “It’s like what they say,” he remarks, “about the prettiest flowers having to deal with all the thorns.” He needn’t say any more, that alone and you’re kissing him right then and there.
Merry
✧ Loves being your comfort, so the first time you approach him needing a hug he happily obliges, running a hand up and down your back as he embraces you.
✧ He always knows exactly what to say, too, his inspiring words spinning beautiful new perspective before you even spill your troubles to him.
✧ Even still Merry wants to hear what’s on your mind, taking you for a walk to work your feelings out, an arm firmly about your shoulders the entire stretch.
✧ Your path seems aimless until you suddenly come upon a secluded meadow and are suddenly bowled to the ground, rolling atop soft flowers.
✧ Giggling softly as you stop, Merry tucking a little wildflower flower behind your ear and reaching down for your hand, his legs thrown casually over yours. “Feel any better now?”
Pippin
✧ One of his favorite qualities of yours, honestly. His arms wind around your waist without a second thought and his head falls to the crook of your neck the moment you ask.
✧ Never won't accept an excuse to lie with you, tugging you immediately to the nearest cozy surface to spread out upon.
✧ Your legs will be tangled up, entire bodies intertwined as he listens to what's bothering you, interjecting as many jokes as he can to hopefully see you smile again.
✧ For this reason especially Pippin loves to lay facing you- so he can see the changes in your expression, search for peace or the breaking of smiles like sun across the clouds in your face.
✧ Oh, and so he can kiss you lots, too- get ready for that!
Faramir
✧ His heart shows in his eyes the moment you ask him of all people for comfort, gratitude and joy shining in his face.
✧ Whatever you ask of him, you shall receive, his hands immediately clutching yours as he lets you pour your heart out to him.
✧ Now that you are heard, he pulls you into his chest, one hand laying over yours as the other holds you tight against him.
✧ His thumb draws soft, grounding circles over the back of your hand.
✧ You are his sun, his stars, every light Faramir firmly believes will shine its fortunes upon you again.
Eomer
✧ Adores the way you suddenly wrap around him from behind. He always turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek.
✧ When he sees tears in your eyes, though, Eomer is dropping everything as soon as possible to help you relieve some stress. More times than not he offers a massage, his hands heavenly upon your tension.
✧ Once his hands have kneaded tension from your body, especially the tightness across your neck and shoulders, he lays upon his back, offering himself as a cushion for you and holding your head against his chest.
✧ Open to listen or just talk about his day as a distraction OR, better yet still, tell glorious old battle tales to distract and entertain you both…even if your ears are most focused upon the music of his heartbeat.
✧ “Let us stay here and rest. Things will feel much better when we awake in each other’s arms.”
Haldir
✧ It is definitely an adjustment for him as he isn’t the most physically affectionate person himself.
✧ Thus, he may not sense your need immediately, but will respond of course when you communicate your need, usually sitting you down and starting with playing with your hair or helping you remove some layers to relax.
✧ If your problem is personal, say words exchanged between you and another, Haldir would absolutely offer to have his own words with them, unafraid to speak his mind. Without trying, he has your downtrodden facade lightening as you giggle at the resolve in his face.
✧ "What?" He asks, but little more can he say as you tackle him down, giggling again at the widening of his eyes by your boldness.
✧ Then it is Haldir's turn for merriment, a deep chuckle as he gives in completely, arms snaking about your waist.
Eowyn
✧ Grins widely the moment you open up your arms, inviting her into them, and of course she accepts.
✧ "What troubles you?" She asks the moment she hears a sniff, pulling away just to hold your shoulders and peer into your eyes with that beautifully piercing look of concern.
✧ "You carry so much," she whispers to you, running a hand softly through your hair, "let me help you."
✧ Eowyn leads you right through your problems with her drive for solutions, a hand holding yours and giving it little squeezes until the moment your load is lightened.
✧ One step of relaxation complete, Eowyn then makes you a nice warm drink, sitting with you arm in arm and sides practically blended as one beneath the sun and smiling when your head hits her shoulder.
Arwen
✧ Arwen's sharp eyes discern trouble the moment they fall upon your face; the first question falling from her lips if you want to talk about it.
✧ Whether you do or simply shake your head, she lays you down upon her chaise, holding your head to her chest to still to the beat of her heart.
✧ Her hand works wonders drawing patterns on your chest or thigh as you lay, bodies practically melting together in that manner.
✧ Her deep voice lulls you with elven songs, beautiful whether you understand the language or not and palpable against you as the sound reverberates.
✧ Smiles when you flip over requesting a kiss. Knowingly, in fact, because it will not just be one.
Elrond
✧ You barely need to ask, he can tell by the downcast of your expression the needs you have.
✧ He usually starts with a simple, firm hand upon your shoulder before you are turning around all the way, head falling lightly against his chest.
✧ Elrond loves stroking your hair as he listens to you, offering the many words of hope his years of wisdom have guided him to as a beloved host of Middle Earth.
✧ He holds you so gently, cradling you in his lap with hands placed just so upon your back; you will feel so secure, not a thought of falling even enters your mind, but if it did you know he would catch you.
✧ Distracts your mind by sitting or laying with you beneath the stars, pointing out each one by name as his hand traces up and down your spine and the other holds yours, raising it occasionally to his lips.
Lindir
✧ You can feel him start sometimes when your arms suddenly snake around him, your head leaning onto his shoulder, but he immediately relaxes into your embrace.
✧ He really loves it when you melt into him as he plays a song, every sensation heightened and reverberating through his muscles, the tender motions of his fingers upon strings and the fueling warmth coursing through his heart.
✧ If you lie together, he enjoys being the little spoon, your limbs tight about him both melting away your tension and making him feel needed, too.
✧ He wants to hear your worries, echoes them too, as your head rests against his shoulder, a hand idly running up and down his side and bringing pretty shivers down his spine.
✧ Sometimes your cuddle sessions accidentally turn into petty chatter, both of you airing your complaints to each other as you braid each other's hair or lie together in bed.
#lord of the rings#lotr#lotr imagines#lotr x reader#the fellowship of the ring#aragorn#legolas#boromir#gimli#frodo#sam#merry#pippin#faramir#eomer#haldir#eowyn#arwen#elrond#lindir#ask#anon#requested
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Survive
Alex Karev x Sister!Reader
Summary: After many years, Alex meets his little sister again under unexpected circumstances
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: angst, accident, injuries, medically innacurate
Note: English isn’t my firs language, so I’m sorry if (when) you found mistakes.
It was hard to figure out Alex. If someone, she knew that the best from all. She was the closest to him, until they were separated to different foster family. That event unutterably shattered them. They were each other’s last promise of safety. That was ripped away from them, and there was nothing they could've done in order to stop that. Neither of them wanted a normal family if that meant that they have to go separate ways. But they had no voice in the matter. Was life ever fair though?
She wanted to be there for him, help him through his first heartbreak, celebrate his graduation with him. She wanted to cry on movies to have Alex laugh at her and maybe sometimes make him waffles.
At first they tried to keep in close touch, but the new forced family didn’t like their continous communication. So it was cut shortly. The only thing that helped them stay a bit connected was their last name.
Alex didn’t talk about his sister. Not in his personal life, nor in the hospital. Although these two sometimes interwined. His sister was ripped away from him and that was something he couldn’t really process since then. And even if he wanted to talk about her to his friends and collegues, even then he couldn’t because he hadn’t heard about her since. Above that it was many years ago so he thought she wouldn’t even want to hear from him. They both believed this crap. So life went on and neither of them tried to find the other.
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The ambulance just rolled in with another case for the Grey- Sloan Memorial Hospital. The paramedics opened the door and immidiately started talking and informing the medical team about the patient and her injuries. Car accident. Fast tachycardia. Internal bleeding. Head and chest injuries. Severe fractures. Collapsed lung. Based on the shared informations it was clear to Owen, Meredith and Pierce that the female on the gurney, in her mid 20s was deep in the woods. They found out that her identity is yet unknown but the scene investigators were going to inform them based on the ID found in the wreck as soon as possible.
The team of three wheeled the patient into the ER and their number was increasing with other nurses and doctors. They were in need of more hands.
„Somebody page Shepherd!” was heard the instruction.
„Okay honey, what’s your name? Can you hear me?”- asked Price while focusing on the stetoscope’s sound. She never got an answer. The girl was out again by the end of the question. The entire room was in a rush, trying to work against time and minimalise the damage what the woman’s body’s suffered.
„We need a chest tube, now!”- and with that Owen got to it.
A nurse suddenly rushed into the room with Amelia who already started to assess the injured person’s condition.
„We have a name, age, blood type…”
As soon as the nurse took in the reaction to her past sentence she realised it would’ve been better if she doesn’t share the information before the surgery. Everyone froze when they heard what was the name. Meredith looked up, and locked her eyes with Owen’s, frowning. Y/N Karev. Karev. That couldn’t be. It must be accidental.
The medical team had to recover, she didn’t have much time. They did the urgent examinations, and headed to the OR, quickly. Even though they didn’t know for sure that Y/N was indeed a relative of Alex or not, they felt some sort of extra pressure, what they had to shut out as the OR door closed.
Some time later in the OR there was so much blood and there was still so much to do. They started doubt if they could stop the bleeding and get to the next task in time. Pierce was worried about Y/N’s heart. Didn’t know if it could take such a pressure for too long. They have to get back if she stabilised a bit. Although Amelia’s stopped the bleeding in the brain, she wanted another scan just to be sure. After some argument between the doctors they decided to close her up and let her rest a bit in the ICU.
Let her rest. But who is she? Meredith although was tired, but had to find Alex. She'd hoped that it’s some kind of misunderstanding. She walked on the long hallway of the hospital, her eyes were scanning the area, she wanted to find Karev. Since it was dark outside, maybe he has finished with his shift and took off with Jo already. No, that wouldn’t be great.
Suddenly at one of the corners they bumped into each other, she'd found Alex.
„What?” - He instantly knew something'd bothered Mer. By how she carried herself, and the look on her face.
„You look like you just saw a ghost.” He meant this as a joke, but his friend didn’t reacted to it like that.
She didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway, hell, she didn't want to have this conversation at all, but she couldn’t hold the question in anymore.
„You don’t have a sister who I don’t know about, right?”- she asked desperately.
Alex was staring at his friend. He was expecting almost everything just not this. Why would she ask something like this?
„Wha– what are you talking about?” he was now panicking. Why would she asked something like this in the middle of her shift. It didn’t make sence.
„We just had a surgery on a girl. Her name’s Y/N. With your last name. She isn’t…”
And that was the moment when she knew she didn’t need Karev to answer her question anymore. He already did with his reaction.
He couldn’t think for a moment. He felt like the entire hospital started spinning, while his stomach was growing smaller.
„Where is she?” He felt like his heart was beating almost against his skin tissues while displacing his lungs and ribs out of the way.
„She is in the ICU for now, but Alex…” – he didn’t hear what she said after, because he started sprinting to the stairs leading to the named place. No, this couldn’t be. Sometimes he played with the thought what’d it be like to see her again, to talk to her for the first time in years. He was sure he would be nervous, yes. But he was confident to say that he wouldn’t have thought in his worst nightmare that their reunion would be something like this.
At the nurse station he got the direction to the asked patient’s room. He stepped through the sliding door, and there was no doubt anymore. He was in his sister’s hospital room.
Inside the room there were still nurses adjusting the machines and take her last vitals, but slowly they’d finished for now.
He couldn’t believe what he'd seen. She was so broken. At the first sight he noticed her head was shaved and bandaged. She was attached to a ventilator, covered in bruises and scratches. In his deep thoughts he didn’t even realise that the nurses’d left as well as Meredith was already by his side.
He had to sit down, or else his legs were going to give out.
He didn’t have to ask. He could see that Y/N’s situation was pretty bad. But he wanted to know the details. All of them. Whats up with her brain, how are her organs and limbs and how was and is their oxygen supply? How bad was the bleeding, how many more surgery will be necessary? How many bones were fractured? And who the fuck did this to her? He couldn’t decide which one to ask first if he was going to find his voice.
The doctor and friend standing beside him knew that he would want answers to his unasked questions. So she started to listing out loud what had happened before and during the life saving surgery. Told him who are his sister’s doctors, in case he wanted to get some more info. He had found out that one of the most concerning injuries affected her brain heavily.
Meredith knew exactly how does it feel to watch somebody you love on life support. Hear the ventilator do its job. And even if it’s part of their everyday life as a doctor, it doesn’t prepare them for the case when its not a person whom they know nothing about. She knew there was nothing she could say or do that’d make this easier for him. So she just stroked Alex’s shoulder to let him know that she was there for him, whatever was going to happen and assured him that later she’d send Amelia in, to inform him with the specific details. With that, she left the room.
Alex didn’t know what’d happened to her since he wasn’t a part of her life anymore. He didn’t know why she was in Seattle, hell he didn’t even know if she was going to make it. But he knew for sure that he was going to stay by her side and there isn’t anyone who could debar that this time.
He wouldn’t admit but he was afraid all along that there would be silence after everyone left him alone with his sister. But there wasn’t. He heard the late night traffic of the city, the sirens from the surrounding streets, the machines in the room, and his sobs as well. Even if he only wanted to hear his little sister’s voice.
#greys anatomy#grey's anatomy#x reader#greys anatomy x reader#alex karev#alex karev x reader#meredith grey#amelia shepherd#maggie pierce#owen hunt#sister reader#car accident tw#fanfic#imagine
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The first thought was of Sweet Thrill Ari 🥵 It's such a him situation with his Kitten.
Then I thought of Doms at the Ruby Garden and... high protocol.
High protocol is a more formal, high set of rules in behavior. Often seen as very strict rules, like no speaking unless the Dom allows, no looking up, following his every step. It's not for everyone and it's a big challenge, but I'm thinking Ruby Garden doing one evening of high protocol for everyone just to give that experience. It's going to be uncomfortable for some, but also allows submissives to really tune in with their Masters.
For example, we can imagine how very difficult it would be for sassy Cherie, but she knows it's a serious matter and Ari really wants her to try. So for him she tries. It's hard, but the more she stops thinking of what she'd like to do and instead focuses on Ari's lead, on his presence and his touch as he keeps her silently crawling at his feet, the deeper she feels their connection. Each touch feels more intense, too, because she's not distracted by what's going on around.
Hmm, it's an intreating night to explore fir all our couples, I think 🤔
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Yeah, you’re right, anything could happen at this time, we’ll just have to wait and see…
I’m leaning towards Buck being the one to have something with Tommy because Eddie still have Marisol to deal with… and even if I seriously think that they’ll be separated for the final season finale, I think is gonna take some time…
I'm thinking the thing with Marisol will end by 7x04 or 7x05, considering that the next couple of episode are the cruise ship disaster.
And Tommy, by the way, will be their pilot, I'm thinking, like Lucy he moved to air rescue.
If I'm not mistaken he's also the one Chimney talks to when in 2x15 when he sends the air support to put the fir out in the neighborhood from home.
Out of the two of them Eddie is the one with the chopper experience maybe Buck needs exposure therapy or because of his feelings for Eddie he's thinking about other work options like Eddie in S5 (for obvious different reason), I doubt there will be anything there between Tommy and Buck that is on the romantic setting.
And Buck is not yet in the guys mindset, he looks more and more in the Eddie mindset, if 7x01 is anything to go by.
Would be interesting to see how it all plays out.
As I said before, we didn't get to see the 118 with their firefighters colleagues outside the station, they have to have developed connections and friendships, I'm betting Tim is aiming less to the romantic and more to the inter- department relationships outside the firehouse, which we haven't seen so far and, imo, was glaringly missing in the past 6 seasons.
I'm genuinely curious to see what we get this season, because unlike other firefighters shows the 118 is very limited in their storylines and there's nothing to indicate them playing well with others, or having any kind of life outside each other,
Which made the plots run in exhausting circles, because there was nothing left to tell.
FD politics weren't touched, we don't see much of the chief since S2, there is NO talk of promotions, we don't know what ranks Chimney and Hen are, I have so many questions.
Because we get barely any episodes with actual fires, unlike say in Station 19 and CF, we don't get to see them working with other houses, we see people in turnout gears when we get a fire, but nothing that indicates how the 118 works with them,
The lack of the community FD life is glaring, I hope we get more of that.
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Are you celebrating Christmas or Yule?
Are you a new pagan who's confused what the difference is between Yule and Christmas and wondering what you should be celebrating or how?
Hopefully, this post will answer all your questions and you are likely to find that you are already celebrating Yule without even realising it.
Yule: The Ancient Winter Festival
Yule is an ancient winter festival celebrated by various cultures and peoples throughout history, especially in northern Europe (Germanic peoples, such as the Anglo-Saxons, the Franks, and the Norse). Traditions followed the wheel of the year and Yule is associated with one of the biggest events the winter solstice. The shortest day and longest night of the year, which usually falls around December 21 or 22 in the Northern Hemisphere. Yule marks the end of the dark half of the year and the beginning of the light half, symbolizing the rebirth of the sun and the hope for a new year. Some scholars have suggested that Yule may have been influenced by the Roman festival of Saturnalia, which was also held in late December and involved feasting, gift-giving, and social equality (The nobles and servants would switch places for a feast). The word Yule comes from the Old English geol, which may have derived from the Old Norse jól
The original 12 days of Christmas
Not satisfied with a single day of celebration the pagan festival of Yule lasts for 12 days. That’s a full 12 days of feasting, joy and merriment to really say goodbye to winter and hello to the coming season. Traditions vary from region to region, but a lot of those below will seem amazing familiar as we still do them today.
The Traditions of Yule
Yule was a time of joy and fun, as well as reverence and sacrifice. People gather around bonfires, candles, and hearths to keep warm and to honour their deities. They would also decorate their homes with evergreen branches, such as holly, mistletoe, and fir, to symbolize life, fertility, and protection. See if you can recognise some of these common Yule traditions:
The Yule Log: A large hardwood log, usually oak or ash, that was burned on the first night of Yule and kept burning for the full 12 days. The log was believed to bring good luck, prosperity, and health to the household. Some people would carve runes or symbols on the log, or sprinkle it with salt, wine, or herbs to enhance its magical properties. Today, you will find the Yule log in the form of a Swiss roll decorated to look like a log. If you have an open fire you can easily follow this tradition if you aren't into cake.
The Yule Tree: A tree, usually an evergreen, that was brought indoors and decorated with natural ornaments, such as fruits, nuts, berries, and candles. The tree represented the World Tree (Yggdrasil) or the Tree of Life, a cosmic axis that connected the heavens, the earth, and the underworld. The tree was also a gift to the spirits and the animals, who were invited to share its bounty. I bet there is nobody still reading this post, thank you for getting this far by the way, who doesn't have a Yule Tree (under the guise of a Christmas tree).
The Yule Feast: A lavish meal that was prepared and shared with family, friends, and neighbours. The feast included various dishes made from seasonal ingredients, such as roasted meat, bread, cheese, pies, cakes, and ale. The feast was also a way of honouring the gods and goddesses, especially Odin, the All-Father, who was said to lead the Wild Hunt, a ghostly procession of the dead, across the sky during Yule. Now we have Christmas dinner as the main feast, boxing day for the gammon or cold cuts and usually, for most, some celebration for the new year, which occurs at the end of the period.
The Yule Gifts: A tradition of exchanging presents with loved ones, usually on the last day of Yule. The gifts were often handmade, such as crafts, jewellery, clothing, or toys. The gifts were meant to express gratitude, affection, and generosity, as well as to ward off evil spirits and bad luck. Yes giving gifts is a pagan tradition not a Christmas one. Christianity frowned upon the practice as immoral.
The Yule Candles: Candles played a big role in Yule celebrations. Similar to the Hindu celebration of Diwali, candles were seen to banish the darkness and provide protection through the darkest day of the calendar. Today, you'll still find candles everywhere in normal practice. Ironically a standard 25 day Christmas candle still covers the period of the winter solstice so you may have been celebrating this element without knowing it.
A Yule Wreath: The word comes from the Old English "whithan" meaning to twist but the Wreath has been a part of the Yule celebrations for centuries with strong links back to the roman celebration of Saturnalia and even Ancient Greek traditions. It made an easy way to bring the evergreens into the house. These were seen as having the power to overcome the power of death that causes winter to defeat other trees and plants. Holly was common as the spiky leaves were thought to also ward off evil. Some traditions had the wreath placed over the hearth to protect the home others on the front door to ward off evil. This tradition is still going strong today.
So why do we celebrate Christmas?
The Bible makes no mention of when Jesus was born. Few early Christians celebrated Christmas and those that did, had no idea when to do it. The most common dates were 6th Jan, 25th March and 19th of April. Most of these led by the shepherds tending their flock, pointing towards lambing season in spring. The Winter Solstice, however, was a major fun event and acted as a blocker to converting people to the new religion, seen as a bit stuffy and restrictive. So the Christmas story was born to aid conversion.
With the spread of Christianity, Yule was gradually replaced or assimilated by Christmas, the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Many of the customs and symbols of Yule were adopted or adapted by the Christians, such as the use of evergreens, candles, and gift-giving.
This is not a secret; Oliver Cromwell and his Puritan party in 1644 banned Christmas and Easter as pagan festivals that corrupted the true meaning of Christianity and encouraged immoral behaviour. The same is true of early American settlers who were also Puritans, who even imposed fines. The ban was not popular in england and riots broke out leading to a return to traditional practice in 1660 when King Charles II regained the throne. However, things took longer over the pond, with Congress only formally creating a legal holiday for Christmas in 1870.
Yule today
In modern times, Yule is still celebrated by various practices from paganism, Witchcraft, Wicca, Druidry, Asatru, or Heathenry. We seek to revive and reinterpret the ancient traditions of Yule, as well as to honour the natural cycles of the seasons and the elements. Yule is also celebrated by some people who are not necessarily pagan but who appreciate the cultural and historical aspects of the festival or who simply enjoy its festive and cosy atmosphere it creates "That Christmas feeling" is actually "That Yule feeling".
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Me, about to go to bed: I should check Tumblr fir-
Dipplinduo: ahaha wanna know what would be crazy? *posts 2 chapters*
Me:…
Needless to say, I’m a little tired right now lol. I was VERY excited when I saw that you decided to ignore everyone and make a mess. I love angst, you should make more <3.
BUT, I was VERY happy when 11 started with a battle! As someone who spends her free time EV and IV training her Pokemon, the battling aspect of the games ALWAYS gets me excited. Will say though, Crispin was my least favorite battle lol. Nothing against the guy, but my Ceruledge has flash fire, and the boost it gets from fire moves plus sunny day wiped his team, even with the type null.
The fact that Juli gets so into battles she didn’t even notice the people around them was a nice little add too! Nice little characterization that adds to her I think.
But Kiki’s DREAM. He’s CONNECTED TO PECHARUNT. Maybe he has been for years now! And Pecharunt is the reason his moms gone!? OH MY GOSH. This peach is RUINING this family. (Also, is Kiki’s mom a Bug trainer? So cool. One of my fav pokemon is Vivillion so it’s nice to see bug representation)
But, not much else to say beyond that. The fluff from 12 was pretty cute. We finally got a Julibee, my heart is melting lol!
And poor sour apple, my boy is fighting for his LIFE to get sweet to like him lol. What did he DO to make her HATE HIM (ToT)
Overall. 10/10 once again. I had fun ignoring my sleep schedule for this one lol
The beginning of your ask was so goddamn funny that I had to read it out loud to my lil scheming group who schemes and memes with me LOL
"I love angst, you should make more <3."
...:)
I'm glad you liked the battle scene, I for one dislike them (whether reading or writing) but wanted to try to make it interesting-ish regardless. And WOW what a massive L moment for Crispin against that mon of yours, that's a decided match right there lol
And yess! I love that it was conveyed well. I'm mostly playing off of Drayton's commentary on how the player seems to have a really serious look in their eye when battling.
Peach is indeed breaking the family, and the world may never know because she is now long gone :')
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I hope you've gotten some rest, thank you for the fun review lol <3
#my fics#dipplinshipping#kieran pokemon#kieran x juliana pokemon#juliana x kieran pokemon#juliana pokemon#kieran x juliana#juliana x kieran
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A Peaceful Elf
Part X
Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)
The pine bark bit at your fingers in a familiar way. You had always found a path to commune with The Lady of the Forest while running your fingers through the cracks of a fir tree, closing your eyes and finding the chord in your soul that sung her melody. Injured, you hadn’t been able to visit her presence through prayers the way you did every morning; peace had rippled down through you as you knelt at her alter again.
Metaphorically knelt, of course—you no longer needed the splint, but your leg wasn’t prepared for that yet; although, it was far down the path to mended. Your Druid companion had a way with healing magic and repaired it faster than you had assumed was possible. No wonder those hands were so famous in the grove…
That thought almost severed your focus. Halsin’s morning voice wiped it clean away.
“Good morning, I see you’re up.” A yawn, uncannily like a bear, “I would have thought you’d like to sleep a bit later given last night.”
Gods, I hope I get to hear that sentence from him again, under different circumstances.
“I had a hard—Difficult time, falling back to sleep. It was a bit jarring,” you said, feeling your heart beat in more than one place. You needed to finish your prayers and to collect yourself. “I’ve been meditating all morning, I’m almost done, is it alright if you—”
“Oh, my apologies, I merely thought you were appreciating the pine forest. Carry on,” palms up in a placating way. “Find me when you’re done,” and he left.
A deep exhale, trying to ground yourself again. A few minutes later, and you were focused, pleading with your lady for strength, healing, and the wisdom to not do or say anything stupid today. You swore you heard a mirthful, light chuckle filter through the pine needles. You sent one last token of thanks, then closed the connection as gracefully as possible.
You made your way back to camp, feeling how others had told you they felt before a battle: shaky and heart pounding. You could blame it on the lack of sleep—clearly you were just exhausted. If he noticed (of which there was a good chance), that’s what you’d say. A little deception can smoothen out certain unavoidable discomforts. You began rounding a boulder that marked being within earshot of the camp when a sudden wave of relaxation washed over you from no where in particular.
My sincerest gratitude, Mielikki. You touched your forehead and offered your hand to the tree tops in thanks to the goddess.
Maybe today would be easy after all.
Arriving back at camp, you saw Halsin straddling the end of one of the campfire circle logs, slicing a third apple into wedges on a plate, the dish of honey nearby. He was still in his camp leisure attire, looking very comfortable. “Hello, again,” much less gravel in his voice. “I figured I could have a light breakfast before we head out and test that leg, if you’ve any interest.” He finished slicing the apple wedges and began drizzling honey over them, conservatively. “After what I did last night, I think one more healing should do the trick; however, feel free to correct me if I am mistaken.” He shook his head quickly to the side, sweeping his eyes back down at his plate, “you seemed to do a number to it while you slept, thank goodness you cried out when you did. I was quite entranced by a dream I was having…nothing less would have roused me,” he said with a mysterious smile.
…Could he have had…
No, no there’s no possible way.
You blinked, trying to regain your presence of mind.
“I think I have the strength for it now, when you’re ready. What did you have in mind?”
Halsin lifted his eyebrows and peered up at you. “I’m that effective a healer, am I? HaHA, I’ll take that as high praise,” he grinned, popping an apple wedge between his teeth. “Excellent! I’ll make quick work of this and ready a few more things. A patrol of the road and back should be enough, agreed?” as another wedge disappeared.
“Agreed.”
Not ten minutes pass before you both leave camp. You thought to bring the walking stick, but there’s no need, you felt fine. It would just be a burden. The walk should only take…you realize you have no idea how far you’ll be walking.
“How far is this little trek?”
“Do you see that ruin at the top of the hill?”
It was at least a quarter mile away. “…yeah.”
“To there.”
Oh, joy, okay, you thought with a quiet sigh.
“And if you start to ache before then, we can always turn back.” He meant it kindly; you took it as a challenge.
“I’ll be fine.”
***
You were not fine.
Trying to keep your breathing steady, you managed to make it to the top of the hill, driven by pure spite against your own wound. As someone with healing abilities, you should have known this was poor judgement; as someone who prided herself on being hard-headed, you chose to ignore that.
The injury was one thing. Still needing a good night’s rest was another. You were no githyanki warrior nor were you exactly built like you had designs to become a paladin; your strength came from shifting into something stronger. God’s only know where Halsin seems to get all of that from, you mused, looking at his shoulders.
He had begun pestering you with questions as soon as he saw the first limp. “And you’re sure you don’t require some assistance? I’ll remind you, I can’t heal you effectively while you still need to walk on it; you need to rest. Perhaps, if I tried healing you and carrying—”
“Tch,” a hand raised in resistance to the thought, “I already said I’d pass,” eyes wide at imagining the experience. “I have to maintain some level of dignity,” you muttered under your breath. Riding piggy back would ruin just about anything I have left.
He turned to face you, walking backward down the hill. “Have any acquaintances ever informed you that you have a stubborn streak as long as the Chionthar?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, they have. I’ve thanked them each time,” you stuck out your chin.
He smiled, sighed, and turned back toward the downhill path.
A moment passed, and he turned to face you again with a curious, mischievous look in his eyes. “Have you ever ridden a bear?”
“Wha—?” You’re face drained, realizing what he meant. “No, absolutely not. There is NO possible way I—”
In that instant, Halsin hunched while his eyes glowed and his smile turned to one with fangs and fur, and then…
You were faced with a cave bear, the same gigantic one from what felt like months ago at the goblin camp. It seemed intent on not letting you walk the rest of the way down, blocking your path when you tried to circumvent the beast.
And of all the options you had at your disposal, you decided running was the best. Limp be damned.
“No no no no NO no no no No,” you chanted, almost to the Lady of the Forest herself, praying to keep a shred of self respect by miraculously making it back to the camp on your own, the giant bear in tow. You heard a howl that sounded suspiciously like his laugh, closer than you expected. “BY HELM’S BEARD, IF YOU—” and you never finished the sentence. Catching up with you, Halsin curved his snout around your waist from behind and leapt slightly, bouncing you onto his back. You caught the fur at his shoulder blades, then worked your way up to a slanted sitting position.
You were mortified.
You were relieved.
This was exhilarating.
***
“What would you have happened if I’d fallen? You complete idiot!” You tried to foment some level of anger in yourself. What he’d done was objectively stupid; you should probably be mad…right?
“I wasn’t going very quickly. And, I would have caught you, of course,” not a shred of doubt in his response as he found his pipe and began packing it by the campfire.
“Caught me with your bare hands, would you?” You were proud of the pun.
“My elven ones, yes. I’d planned on shifting and catching you, should your balance fail,” not a drop of remorse as a few sparks came from his flint and knife, igniting a glow within the borders of a stray campfire coal he’d grabbed.
MY BALANCE FAIL. For some reason, that subtle dig did find purchase in your irritation.
He lit the pipe with the glowing coal end, notching it between his canines. Glancing up at you, he must have seen the growing ire.
“I promise to not do it again, on my honor,” removing the pipe and placing one hand to his chest, looking down like a knight swearing fealty, “until you request it of me,” his gaze rose back up to yours with a smirk.
“You regret nothing, do you?” You smiled back in astonishment, no longer able to sustain the annoyance. “And I’M the stubborn one.”
“You are. You’re just not the only stubborn one, dear one,” placing the pipe back in his mouth, his lips encircling it with a grin. He sauntered back to the tent, kneeling by the side of your cot to sift through the equipment bag.
There was that title again. When did you hear it last…Had you heard it before, or had you imagined it?
He paused his searching, hung his head and sighed deeply. Turning on his heels back to you, he soberly added, “If I have truly wronged you, I do apologize. Sometimes, I let the bear get the better of me, but I should not make that your concern,” he smiled, wanly.
“Thank you,” you replied, distracted from your thoughts. “Just don’t surprise me next time, alright?” You mustered the very last gram of irritation you had left on the subject.
“I promise,” he nodded. “Now, if you’re not opposed, let’s take a look at that leg.”
You’d temporarily forgotten the ache until that moment. “I’ll be honest, riding a bear probably wasn’t the best choice with an injured thigh,” you remarked, walking unevenly to the cot.
“…You’re not wrong,” he agreed, scratching his forehead, horror poorly concealed as it crept into his features. “Has the pain worsened?”
Your eyes twinkled as you sat down, enjoying his discomfort, “No.”
“Silvanus preserve me, woman,” he huffed under his breath, both vexed and relieved. Victory, as he began puffing billows again, muttering, “Let’s take a look.”
He lowered to one knee and allowed you to move your skirts to the side, once more. The bandage was clean, and not wanting to waste good wrappings, he took the time to unravel it. You reminded yourself to breath evenly.
“Hmm,” a thoughtful exhale, as he viewed the healing claw marks, “still progressing well.” He’d wanted to heal the wound focusing with the interior, first; the aesthetics and exterior came after the most vital areas.
He placed the pipe by his lowered knee, shut his eyes, hovered his palms over the wound, and stretched his neck up to the tent ceiling. A pale green glow crackled silently around his hands and your leg, his eyebrows knitting as he focused, muscles taught in his arms and throat.
Shamelessly, you admired the view.
The glow subsided, as did the ache in your thigh. His eyes opened, clear and focused, migrating to you. “How does it feel now?”
Clearing your throat, “Better. Thank you.”
“Of course,” he looked down, grinning. He raised an eyebrow, inhaling deeply, and still not looking directly at you, “You should get some rest, let the healing set in a bit. Perhaps take those hours you couldn’t after your,” his voice became husky, “after this morning.” He collected the wrappings and replaced the pipe, puffs of the sweet and earthy smoke floating up and out through a few well placed vents in the tent sheets. “I’ll finish my rounds, maybe see if I can find anything for dinner.”
“Or more honey.”
An unfiltered chuckled slipped from his lips, “Or more honey.” He rose, still not looking directly at you. “Get some rest.” And with that, he was gone, lowering the tent flap to allow a bit more shade for your respite.
You nestled into the blanket, the same one you had designs to make your own; so far, those designs seemed to moving along nicely.
***
You awoke hours later, according to the sun’s placement: just before noon. There was no sign of your campmate. Your leg had rested long enough, you thought, easing your way up and off the cot. Peering out between the tent panels, you looked for any sign of him; still, nothing. After asking the cub and Scratch, you’d found he had not returned. The patrols weren’t short trips, but three hours? Odd. Scowling at the tree line, you heard movement far off; rhythmic movement, like walking. There was no way to tell yet if it was Halsin or someone you were less interested in meeting. Glad I centered myself this morning. You tuned yourself to your Rothe shape, grinding your right leg into the dirt, testing for any lingering ache. You gathered it was fully healed as your wild shape remained prepared; the idea of a fight brought you an odd sense of satisfaction.
*Rustle* *SnAp* *sNap*
An audible stumble followed.
This didn’t sound like an invader. You remained waiting, still crouched behind the corner of the tent.
A large hand pushed back the concealing, low-hanging bough: Halsin’s hand. He carried an unfamiliar satchel and strode the few yards between you slower and less adamantly than you were used to.
“Did something happen?”
“Yes, but not something, a few someone’s.” With one hand, he moved a log that lay between him and camp. “Not to worry, they’ve been dispatched. They did, however, have a few sundry items I think our camp may appreciate.”
“Oh! Well that’s a nice surprise. We don’t usually get very good loot.”
“Not often, no,” he agreed, stopping at the edge of camp to meet you. “Did you rest well enough?”
You would have answered if you hadn’t seen the oozing gash on his face and cuts on his arm.
“What kind of fight was it?” Visually taking the injuries in. A few more on his other arm, one looked like an arrow had grazed him.
“A few thieves looking for easy prey. They judged poorly. Nothing to concern yourself with,” he answered mildly and he pressed forward to the center of camp.
“Halsin, those don’t look great.”
“I’m alright.” He unpacked the thieves’ satchel, piling food into the communal basket.
“Halsin. Stop what you’re doing.” You mimicked a paralyzing glare as best you could, and pointed to the tent at your right. “Tent.”
—
I hope I hear that again under different circumstances, He thought, admiring Tav’s steely portrayal of authority..
—
“Stubborn bear,” you murmured as you followed him to the cot. “Sit down and let me take a look.” The height difference between the two of you seemed even more prominent now that you tried to assert some level of power over the situation. A crooked smile as he looked down at you, “Yes, little healer,” eyes never leaving yours as he sunk down to the edge of the cot.
“Thank you,” as curt as possible, with a tinge of concern in your voice.
You took in the wound on his face, still bleeding. There is no way this doesn’t hurt like the hells. A clean cut, but deep. Another two on his left upper arm, more superficial, and that arrow graze on his right forearm. Now it was you rifling through the medical pack, looking for something to clean with. The clotting had started and you needed a clearer view. “How many were there?”
“A few.”
“Halsin.”
He maintained his bemused gaze. “Eight.”
Eight? “Eight what?”
“Thieves, I told you, little one.”
“Eight gnomes? Eight gnolls? Eight what?” Depending on their faction, you may have had to worry about poison on their blades.
“Just men, maybe a few half-orcs. Nothing likely to have exotic coatings on their weapons,” He looked passed you as you cleaned the facial laceration. Alright, so he’s thinking the same thing. Holy hells, that sounds bad, though.
“Eight men and half-orcs? And you just—you just fought them off.”
“Not exactly, they had laid an embarrassingly well-concealed trap. I was dangling from a treetop for a bit, there.”
Your hand paused. Then resumed.
“The netting was weak and did nothing for a cave bear,” he grinned slightly, wincing at the pain the smiled caused. “By that point, they’d heard the alarms attached to the trap and came running. I found higher ground and held it. Easily dispatched.” He concluded as if talking about what dish he’d planned for that evening.
You were speechless for a moment. There was no chastising him, what could he have done differently? There was no comforting him since he seemed fairly ambivalent if not proud of the outcome. “I’m glad this is all you sustained,” a quiet relief in your voice.
His eyes met yours, “As am I, dear one.”
I could easily kiss him right now, maybe see if he moves the same way as that dream, your mind wandered, so you asked about the scar he already had next to the one you hoped wouldn’t form.
He looked past you again, recollecting. “Ah, that, well, sometimes Nature forgets I am not wed to it, and needs reminding.” He shifted in the cot slightly, then looked at you, seeming to think you’d understand.
Confused and almost done cleaning the rust-colored flakes from his left temple, “Needs reminding of what?”
“Well, ha,” he stumbled over his words, self-consciously. “I didn’t exactly pick this scar up in battle. I was in wildshape, only I forgot it was the season when bears are…particularly social,” he mentioned, modestly. “A she-bear claimed me as her own, and did not appreciate being spurned,” almost a chuckle.
“…Oh, I—I see…” you stammered, as you examined the cut, unsure what to say in response. Now who’s self-conscious. You realized that up until that point, neither of you had mentioned actions akin to being “particularly social”. “Does it still hurt at times?”
“Not for many years. The last it felt tender was probably before you were born.”
A smirk at his assumption and subtle fishing since you had yet to mention your age. “I’m 62, Halsin.” You judged that the wound would heal easily with a magic touch.
He hesitated. “…Really? Unexpected. I suppose you would have been a youth, then,” he stated, making his head bob yet again.
“I suppose so… Now hold still,” you told him, one hand beginning to glow near his left temple while the other gently but firmly held his chin steady. You could feel his face pull into suppressed smile. Beneath your illuminated palm, the skin stitched back together, just like it had done hundreds of other times. “There, good as new,” you said, gently rubbing a thumb over where the cut had disappeared.
“Ha, it’s strange being treated instead of treating. I’m usually where you are.”
“Well, then, perhaps you’ve had this coming for a long time.”
His head leaned almost imperceptibly into your palm.
“Thank you, Tav.” His eyes rose to yours, “You’re not a bad healer yourself.” The compliment was minor, but the look in his eyes…
The look made gravity shift.
“I try,” a humble response with a humbler smile. You realized your other hand was still holding his chin. You used it to pat him on his shoulder. “Do you need help with the others?” You turned to the supply bag, pretending to look for more supplies to clean the wounds with. His arms were resting on his lap, propping him up. You hoped he would accept just so you had an excuse to let him see you on your knees in front of him. I’m just torturing myself, by this point.
A deep inhale as he examined the remaining scratches, beginning to treat the wounds himself as easily as flicking away drops of mud. “You’re too kind. I’ve had much worse, trust me. Thank you, however.” There was the wall again. You could sense the tension dissipate immediately, like a torch being thrown into a pond.
“Of course…old bear,” you shot with a smirk, still rummaging through the satchel.
—
His face shot left, up towards Tav’s, a quirk of a grin. He looked forward again, setting his jaw and standing up as if about to take his leave. With his left hand, he grabbed the back of her tunic, lifted the half-elf up a few inches and tossed her on the recently evacuated cot, smiling to himself as he left the tent.
Old bear. Not that old, he thought with a scoff.
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This is a gift for a friend! But it was too long to send alone so here so here we go!
The Gift of Gifting
Grian clicked his tongue looking down at his handwork. Sitting in front of him and his tree was a gift that had been carefully wrapped. He had been fighting for over an hour trying to get it right. Wrapping was always so much harder than he remembered. His ear wings flapped happily as he looked at the gift wrapping It wasn't perfect but it was the best he'd ever done and he was very proud of that fact. It was a gift for his boyfriend, and he wanted it to be amazing. Hopefully Mumbo would like it. He'd spent a long time making it and wrapping the gift, he even went as far as getting custom wrapping paper for it. The avian flapped his wings excitedly and quickly shoved the gift under the tree. Tonight would be perfect. He set to cleaning up his mes so he could get everything else ready, he only had so much time before his boyfriend arrived.
Grian hurried to the door as soon as he heard the knock and flung it open smiling at the vampire outside. Mumbo made a shocked noise at his speed but quickly laughed it off smiling at the other. “Hell darling. Wonderful to see you.” Mumbo laughed out, entering the others base.
“Hey Mumbo! So glad you could make it.” He responded closing the door behind him. “You can put that under the tree next to yours. We'll open them after we eat.” He pointed to the gift bag in the other’s arms and smiled up at him. He wasn't surpised the other had used a bag, and after his own fight with the wrapping paper he couldn't blame him.
He watched as Mumbo placed the gift under the tree and used him bent down as an opportunity to place a kiss on his cheek. The other giggled and kissed his lips quickly before grabbing his hands. “Couldn't wait to kiss me could you?” Grian responded by kissing him again and leading him by his hands to the kitchen.
The two of them chatted while they ate and eventually settled out on the couch next to the tree continuing their conversation. They talked about everything, their days, how the week had been, the holidays growing up. Anything Grian could get Mumbo to go on about he did, he loved hearing the other talk. He smiled at his lover as he listened to him talk about Christmas mornings with his mother and let his wings unfurl behind him. He stretched them out and draped one of them over Mumbo as he spoke, smiling at it not breaking the other’s stride. He listened to the other talk for a while longer before going on about his own family's traditions.
Eventually the two settled in and decided to open their gifts. Mumbo insisted on Grian opening his firs and the avian couldn't tell him no. He removed the paper filling from the bag and reached in pulling out the small gift. It was a jewelry box, red embroidered with gold Only Mumbo would go so far as to getting a custom jewelry box made. He opened the box and gasped. It was a sun and moon necklace. A golden one. Grian slowly lifted it out of the box and examined the detailing on the charms. They were simple but very small he could see a tiny G and M etched into them. The G on the sun and the M on the moon respectively.
“Mumbo..this is beautiful.” The avian looked over at the other not able to stop the smile from crawling onto his face. Mumbo took the necklace from him and without a word put it on Grian.
“I thought you'd like it. Something you can wear all the time that won't get in the way of building.” He was right, it was small enough that it wouldn't dangle too far but bit enough that Grian could still fidget with it. Grian smiled wider at him and immediately hugged the other. Kissing his cheek as they pulled apart he handed Mumbo his gift to open.
The vampire was careful with the wrapping paper, slowly taking it apart without ripping it, it was custom after all. It was a cute red stone themed wrapping paper that had connections on it and Mumbo wanted to appreciate it. He set the wrapping paper aside and looked at the small jewelry case in his hand. He opened it up and gasped at the contents inside.
“I didn't get a custom box,” Grian admitted sheepishly, “but hopefully you like them just as much as I like what you got me.”
Grian had gotten him a set of earrings. Not just any earrings, golden moon ones. They almost exactly matched the necklace he had gotten his partner.
“Grian..I love them. They're gorgeous. Thank you.” Grian returned the favour mumbo did for him by taking the earrings and helping the other put the on.
“They’re perfect on you. Thank you for the gift, you’re amazing.”
“Not as amazing as you.”
The two giggled and shared a long kiss before settling back into the couch. They were content to just cuddle the rest of the night away, and if their backs hurt in the morning that was a future problem. For now, they would stay where they sat, enjoying each other and the holiday.
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Your firsts - Al
Arthur Leclerc x reader
words: 631
warnings: none :)
author’s note: I’m developing a soft spot for arthur, he’s so cute omg
summary: small headcannons about your first (time meeting each other, date, kiss and “i love you”) where arthur is a sweetheart
First time meeting each other
you were in a small bakery in the streets of monaco, you were buying pastries for your sister's birthday breakfast
when you turned you accidentally collided with Arthur causing his sunglasses to fall to the ground
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” you nervously chuckled, quickly bending down to grab his sunglasses
He crouched down at the same time and his hand put on yours to get the glasses
he laughed and snatched his hand away from yours, mumbling a little “oh”
both of you get up from the floor giggling at the situation, the owner of the shop suddenly told both of you to go because “we were raising attendance”
you and arthur exit the store laughing at the angry man, “that man woke up and chose violence” you let out a giggle at his remark
after a few minutes he asked “it’s to early to get your number? i would love to know you more”
and from then on, the both of you started to talk every day and developed a close bond
First date
arthur took you to a cafe close to the beach in order to watch the sunset later (this romantic mf)
i think that he would order some lemonade, bc it’s summer and maybe fruit, like a picnic but in a table yk
he would be so sweet asking about your job,family you’ll win some bonus points if you show him pics of your pet
you have to contain yourself to not stare at him with a dumbfounded look
he explains all about the f3 and how he would love to see you cheering for him
if you say that you are going to be in the Quali of his next race his heart will melt
when the sunset comes he smoothly pulls you closer to him, putting his arm around your shoulders
at the same time you rested your head you arthur’s shoulder looking at the beautiful sight while arthur’s eyes where on you
“it’s a gorgeous sight, don’t you think?” you quietly mumbled, “yeah it definitely is” he said with his eyes still focused on you
when you looked at him, your eyes connected for a few seconds, and a light red started appear on your cheeks
he takes you to your apartment, he’s a gentleman what did you expect?
“i had a great time with you Artie”
he smiled at the new nickname, he won’t tell you but he secretly loves it
Firs kiss
you had been together for just over a few weeks and you hadn't kissed each other on the lips yet
he invited you over to his apartment because he wanted to play f1 clash with you
you were positioned in between his legs as you rested your head against his chest, while he leaned back into cushions of his couch
you were both having so much fun and the room was filled with constant laughter and giggles
after a few rounds, you won against him as he groaned in frustration, "this game is rigged, for sure"
“and you are the pilot here?” you giggled at his denial before putting the controller down and turning around to face him, your faces suddenly inches away from each other
in that split second, Arthur wondered what it would feel like to have his lips against yours
your heart started to thump against your chest
"may i kiss you?" he whispers “i’m going to kill you if you don’t” you felt fireworks as his lips landed against yours
kissing you softly and slowly the both of you smiled into the kiss and his hands comfortably held your waist, yours placed along his jawline and neck
when you pulled away, you just smiled and stared into his eyes a little red adorning your cheeks
“if losing means this im not even going to touch the controller” you laughed slapping his chest softly
First “i love you”
you and arthur were on a train back from another date, and you planned to go back to your apartment to watch a movie and spend the night
you smiled to yourself as he held your hand and stroked his thumb across your skin
you glanced over at him while he scrolled through his phone, his hair falling just past his eyes
you started thinking on everything you two had done together, making you realize the fact that you actually loved him, a lot
your heart started to rapdly beat against your chest as you said, "artie?”
"mhm?" he turned to face you after turning off his phone, it was really now or never; you need to say this to him
"i love you," you almost whispered and his eyes softened
smiling, he leaned it to give you a soft kiss on the lips whispering, "i love you too, mon cherí."
#cute imagine#cute#fluff imagine#soft imagine#smut imagine#hot#love#soft#arthur leclerc x reader#arthur leclerc smut#arthur leclerc imagine#arthur leclerc#artie leclerc#lando norris imagine#charles leclerc imagine#carlos sainz imagine#pierre gasly imagine
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skip to loafer chapter 46 // spoilers
hello! this thread was previous posted on my twitter, but i felt like sharing it here :) hope you all enjoy!
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“isn’t the world more grotesque than this”, shima wonders as he remembers everyone who once treated him like an object, like someone without emotions. by his side, a girl who sees him for who he is, doesn’t matter what.
this is the chapter i was waiting for, the chapter that reminds me why i wrote all those thousands of threads. we finally have a confirmation of shima’s feelings about HIMSELF, about how he sees himself, how he was aways used as a tool and how he acted all his life.
he doesn’t think he has any worth, he doesn’t understand his own feelings. he’s a manipulation, an object of everything everyone always wanted from him. and now, at the peak of high school, he’s finally being seen, he’s finally having peace. and why’s that?
it’s because he finally found friends who care for him for who he is, who love him for what he is below the surface as he’s slowly discovering that. i know the question “so why did he asked mitsumi out if he wasn’t aware of his feelings?” will surface and i tell you: because that was the only way he could always express and deal with the feeling of love. if he’s feeling loved, he starts to act like his old self, like the “status symbol” he is. NO ONE ever looked at him and said he was enough the way he is, but they all used him.
no, he isn’t playing mitsumi or using her. he’s acting the way he was teach, the way he grew to understand. but, as nothing will ever go the way he thinks, he finally face someone who’s not there for his face, for his popularity or who expects him to do things she wants.
she’s there for him, she’s there for who he IS, for his CORE. she’s the one who will show him he can be loved, he can have a happy life, he can think about HIMSELF.
and mitsumi? mitsumi is living for what she believes, mitsumi is seeking her future. she doesn’t need to be in a relationship that isn’t going to bring her happiness, a relationship that will only worry her. she’s not there to CHANGE him, she’s there to think about HERSELF.
the impact mitsumi have in shima is not about what she’ll do to change him, but the way she seeks for her true self above everything. as i said million times before, shima is facing someone who’s completely different than him, he’s faced someone who thinks about themselves.
this chapter is here to prove how a bond and a special relationship doesn’t need a bigger status to be huge. they already have something huge; they already have themselves. the world isn’t cruel anymore because they have themselves to hold each other’s hand.
<3
after thoughts:
i know that the possibility of shima and mitsumi ending up together in the end is very very high and, don’t get me wrong, i love them as a ship. but what makes me so connected and so emotional with skip to loafer is how their relationship is constructed and how their friendship is *never*, at any moment, diminished or seen as “waste of time fir the plot”.
their relationship being the way it is is the whole reason why the story embraces so many people and so many enthusiastic: it’s real, it’s respectful and it’s what a healthy relationship between two teenagers should be.
they are not pressing each other for anything or waiting for the other to act like they want them to act. both of them are respecting each other’s time and growth. this, the need to be friends again and not in a romantic relationship, is the biggest prove. mitsumi sees shima and his needs, shima sees mitsumi and her needs. there’s respect, above anything. no romantic relationship existis without partnership and understanding and that’s what they are building together.
#skip to loafer#sukirofa#skip and loafer#sousuke shima#mitsumi iwakura#misaki takamatsu#shimamitsu#mitsumi and shima are so ace coded#I love them so much#friendship wins#duckmetas
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"Destiny has thousands of faces, why does it choose to wear this one?"
/rattles at bars
/rattles at bars more firmly
Are we supposed to take this at direct face value? Tell me something, Kafka, what exactly is Spirit Whisper, and where does it come from? Does everyone from Pteruges-V possess it? I just double checked to see if I can find anything at all in any reference, and there's nothing that seems to indicate it to be the case. But also, I find no 'odd references' to any other instance of its use anywhere else, or by anyone else? I'm having a big brain moment, humor me for a moment: what if she actually is directly tied into Fate itself? Okay, let me bundle up some of my thoughts here:
Any showcasing of Spirit Whisper indicates that it doesn't seem to even remotely drain her of anything to use (I know we're speaking game mechanics here, but remember there are drawbacks to other things in this same game), regardless of the targets in question. In her trailer, she subdues (read: pit them against one another) a large number of men without doing as much as blink, the Jepella Rebellion had her very intricately control (and since this was a 'mock trial' of sorts— I do assume a lot of its dialogue to be genuine, but still?) 4 judges. But most importantly, when Kafka (of course) accompanies Blade to the Xianzhou, she likely knew exactly who to expect upon arrival due to Elio, she must've, it would also explain why she was perfectly calm and anything but unnerved. But the ones on the scene there? They're all very big players: Blade himself, Jing Yuan, Yanqing, Dan Heng who ultimately found his High Elder form; and Kafka didn't seem to flinch nor grow concerned even once. That means she was likely prepared or able to possibly intervene through SW, that means it's inherently capable of handling very significant 'foes'. Now of course, one can say that the script would have possibly reassured her, but through her SQ we know that she actively believes that fate is not by default predetermined, which tells me that there must still be an element of preparation or a 'safety net'. Yes, I know, I'm making an argument for fate, but it's very specific. Any way, it's strong and she seems to never flinch. What on earth is it?
Now, here's one thing about it: it is able to take people's choice away from them, isn't it? Isn't that on some level directly contradicting fate? Or in other/better words: is that not directly controlling fate?
The entire trailer ends on the premise of what No Country for Old Men presents, and to elaborate for those who don't know it: the entire story narrows down on the narrative that destiny is encroaching on all of us, you can't outrun destiny, any choice that you believe you have is an illusion because there is no second-guessing fate. In that final sequence, Kafka presents the final man with a coin flip, 'as for the ending, wanna take a guess? Some might think he stood a 50/50 chance of surviving this if he guessed correctly, but he doesn't, and he never did. It's even in the way that she speaks, she never actually offers him a chance. If anything, she's simply presenting fate as inevitable. And when the scene proceeds, you hear the gunshot following almost immediately. Within this trailer, the one who controls all of their fates and how they are led to it, is Kafka herself. Throughout all of this, Kafka is in full control of their fate.
I'm talking nonsensically here, as in I'm just putting out thoughts almost maniacally, but I feel as if I'm connecting dots, I really feel like there's something here. But let me present you with the dialogue that I noted at the beginning one more time, and reread it after what I just talked about:
"Destiny has thousands of faces, why does it choose to wear this one?"
Not only that, but look at the shot that accompanies it. Yes, we know it's her spirit whisper due to the glow in her eyes (although I'm now also wondering, because at the beginning of the trailer, I don't see it as firmly; does it possibly grow fainter if its use is lighter?) but the entire moment is so immense, so overbearing. And the fact that this specific shot also feels as if it's a callback as well to Rorschach Inkblot's Fear Card, which is just perfect use of it by the way. But any way, let me point you to the other dialogue:
"Stealing a glance?"
And this line appears during the 'fulfillment' of the fate of the man we then see, at her hands, and let me show you the glimpse we're given of his final moments, just as she speaks those words. Stealing a glance at what, exactly? His fate? Or... fate? Is it her? Or part of it? — And lastly, there's another few lines that I want to point out, and they're at the beginning. And this, to me, is more so interesting because of the odd phrasing that was chosen for this. I do so wish I knew Chinese, because I'd love to know the source text and its weight/significance:
"Don't be afraid. Listen to me, wasn't it you, who invited me?"
Kafka. Kafka. Kafka. I need answers. Who are you talking to; to all of them? Why would they be inviting you? Unless we're talking quite literally, but then I present the question again: why?
Ugh. The Greek Fates, destiny. The Moirai, they weave the (silk) threads of fate. And then there's the spider, the arachnids that are all over her design. Silk, a spider weaves silk, fate could be, in part, represented by a spider within this universe (all en-compassing, coaxing, and yet not forcing), a spider that weaves silk, silken threads of fate. Am I overthinking this? I probably am, but this is so on the nose to me, that I can't imagine it to be a coincidence. Mihoyo doesn't do anything without meaning to. Ugh. Now if she is tied to fate in any capacity, that gives me something extra to hook into in terms of that 'humanity' that we're given glimpses of. No one knows better than fate itself that life will end, that it is therefore precious, that it is fragile, as all things within it are. And man, the sheer amount of references that she makes to very mortal things being beautiful is almost unnerving, especially this following one: "The human body is beautiful in its fragility"; there's also an odd sense of detachment from humanity when she speaks, and yet at other times, an odd sense of intricate connection (ie: her empathy towards Blade and the TB, her 'musicality'—).
Guys, I just have many thoughts.
#[ meta. ] the mara's tether is firmly in her grasp. she will not pull upon it before the designated time; nor shall she relinquish it.#[ i'm just going to make some hot chocolate for after my shower. i'm just. so overwhelmed. but thrillingly so. ]#[ bUT STILL. ]
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