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astraystayyh · 3 months

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[1:14 a.m. valentine’s day]

nothing filled you with pride like seeing hyunjin on stage— he bloomed under the spotlight like a flower whose petals only unfurled under the caress of the sun.

yet, a bit selfishly, it is in moments like these that you liked him the most. bare faced, cheek slightly squished against your pillow, his black wispy bangs falling upon his eyes, ones you delicately remove from his eyesight each time, as you are doing now, tucking some strands of it behind the curve of his ear. he responds by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing your hand to his mouth, brushing your fingertips against his lips slightly— the softest to the touch, before bestowing a kiss on each one of them, his eyes never leaving yours.

it is in moments like these that you liked hyunjin the most, when he didnt feel the need to perform for anyone, where he existed in his most natural state, and where he chose to love you, so much, in it.

“aren’t you sleepy?” you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. you’d do anything to preserve the quiet, barricade the door to the outside world with all your might if you had to.

“no,” he replies, just as softly, his hand falling to rest upon your cheek. “are you?”

“no,” you echo, as a traitorous yawn overtakes your lips. he giggles sweetly, head tipped back, as if his entire being needed to translate the happiness in his heart.

“liar,” he grins, pecking your nose tenderly, “you should sleep.”

“but it’s valentine’s day.”

“isn’t it tomorrow?”

“it’s already past midnight,” you point out and he hums, licking his lips slowly. the gesture brings you to his mouth, and a tiktok you saw earlier crosses your mind. hyunjin spots the mischievous glint in your eyes before you speak.

“i saw a good valentine’s makeup earlier,” you say, pointer finger gently tracing the contours of his face. “want me to try it on you?”

“right now?”

“it’s easy, and you’re not sleepy.”

“but you are,” he pouts and you giggle, kissing his frown away— it dissolves like sugar in tea from your warmth.

“i wanna stay up with you. hold on,” you quickly leave the bed and hyunjin whines immediately, flailing his arms in the air as he calls out for you.

“i’ve literally–“ you words are muffled as he brings you to his chest immediately upon your return, “-being gone for five seconds.”

“five seconds too long,” he mumbles against your neck, you let out a strangled squeal. “baby i cant breathe,” you heave and he lets you go, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he cradles your face, moving it from left to right.

“are you okay? can you breathe fine? should i perform CPR?” he rambles dramatically, voice growing high-pitched with each frantic question. you dont have time to answer before he crashes his lips on yours, taking your breath away once again, for an entirely different reason.

“is the CPR working?” he whispers against your mouth, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“idiot,” you giggle, pulling away from him, painstakingly, your lips refusing to part from his.

“so,” you finally clear your throat, sitting crisscrossed atop the covers. he follows suit, your knees bumping into one another. “the valentine’s makeup is just kisses all over your face, with lipstick. it’s a trend on tiktok, we can film it too…” you trail out, fully aware of his aversion to trends on that app.

“sure.”

“just like that?”

“what my baby wants my baby gets,” he grins, “please proceed.”

“yes mr. hwang, thank you mr. hwang,” you snort, unscrewing the cap of your lipstick. you apply a coat of the vibrant red to your lips, making sure to go over your cupid bow. hyunjin’s eyes never leave your figure. he leans in to kiss you as soon as you’re done.

“not yet!” you yelp, avoiding his kiss and his eyes grow so wide they start to resemble a full moon.

“i didn’t know this trend had rules,” a frown takes over his face and you giggle, running your thumb softly over the curve of his eyebrows.

“patience, baby,” you set up your phone, pressing record before handing it to hyunjin. he grabs it from you, a string of complaints falling from his lips. “can we go back to you rejecting my kiss, i actually cant believe you did that, i think that’s against the law–“ a soft kiss lands on hyunjin’s lips and he closes his eyes promptly, sighing into your mouth in relief. he quiets down, any sight of (dramatic) discomfort gone from his face.

“there,” you smile, before pressing a kiss to his cheek, it is a lingering one, trickled with a smile that does not want to leave your face, nor hyunjin’s, who’s grinning like a fool at the camera, a glazed sheen coating his eyes. next is his temple, then his nose, the tender skin beneath his eyes and the high of his cheekbones. kiss after kiss after kiss, imprint after imprint after imprint.

it is not your first time kissing hyunjin, far from your last, but there are still giddy giggles escaping your lips, making your teeth clash against his skin, making his eyes turn to moon crescents, ones the sky must be secretly jealous of.

you place a fleeting kiss on his chin, moving upwards to the corner of his mouth, then finally, what your hearts have been aching for, his lips, sweet like sugar as they meet yours, waves of love crashing into one another. the kiss deepens, as your hand runs through his hair, and he suddenly drops the phone, no longer caring about filming.

he grabs your jaw, angling it closer so he’d press your lips onto yours more deeply, and yet the kiss remains as soft, perhaps because it isn’t stringed along by lust, but by a tenderness that only manifests at 1 a.m. when you refuse to sleep because it’ll lead you away from hyunjin.

“you look so cute,” you whisper, as you finally part, your hands finding his jaw instantly.

“thanks to you,” his voice is silky as it drapes across your soul. your eyes soften, your hold on his face faltering. he is yours to love, under the shining light and the dim one. yours.

“happy valentine’s day, my angel,” he tilts his head to bestow a tender kiss on your palm. “thank you for loving me today too.”

“no, thank you for being so easy to love.”

#hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #hyunjin fluff #skz imagines #let’s pretend it is still valentine’s day please and thank you 😁

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kates-cosmos · 11 months

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My experience with Analog Horror/ARGs and why you should check them out

Marble Hornets: the classic, and a big favorite of mine for obvious reasons. I cannot stress enough how good and spooky that series is, and the ToTheArk videos gave me nightmares, love it! <3

If you're into Slenderman stories, you should definitely check it out. The acting is very well done and the story is awesome overall :)

The Sun Vanished: the ARG that started my interest for ARGs, and especially enigmas/internet puzzles. Unfortunately I was not smart enough to figure the stuff out by myself, so I just watched explanations on it. Highly recommended if you like post-apocalyptic settings and subtle horror.

The Mandela Catalogue: possibly the series that brought back my interest for these things. I have only watched the first two seasons of it, as I sadly lost interest after a while, but from what I have watched, I would recommend it to those of you who like horror with religious themes (which is a big thing for me) and most importantly, trust issues. Do keep in mind this series deals with more serious and dark topics, though you have probably heard it already.

Local58: the analog horror of all analog horrors, Local58 barged in before TMC took the spotlight. There is so much going on and all of it is very interesting and scary. America's pride leads to its doom, the moon can control electronic devices, and weird creatures spread through the world. If you like stories that leave you not understanding what the hell just happened but loving it anyway, you will love Local58.

Rocket Archives: A single-video series that has unfortunately been taken down for reasons I am not certain of. But if you're curious what it was about, the video presented a reality where us humans were forced to leave Earth with how hot it was getting, and moved to contained bubbles in space. Suddenly, uh oh! The sun's getting closer! Outer Wilds moment! Everything is melting! Humans are gone and the sun is... alive???

Analog Archives: made by the creator of Rocket Archives, has also been taken down but can still be found re-uploaded. The series is slightly similar to Local58, as in it also focuses on broadcast hijacking used for ending off humans. The series also includes a few religious topics that can get very dark. I love it. "Nature Show" makes me tear up with fear every time.

Gemini Home Entertainment: ALL-TIME FAVORITE MOMENT!!! I don't think I need to explain why I love this one so much. GHE leaves a lot to your imagination/speculation, while also twisting your head directly into the direction of the threat and forcing you to look at it while you squirm in fear. GHE is subtle in the most obvious way, obvious in the most subtle way, and most importantly, IT'S COSMIC HORROR, BABY!!! THERE IS A PLANET IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM THAT GOT HERE UNINVITED AND NOW IT WANTS TO EAT US!!! UGHHHH I can't put in words why I think it's so good, it just is. Watch it. The Gardeners are cute, I swear. There's even a plush of them.

Monument Mythos: something something alternate realities, something something time loops. I have not watched all of it, barely even half, but I deemed it a little bit too confusing for my brain. BUT! If you're into things that boogle your mind, you might really like this series! I mean, world monuments are alive, what could be scarier?

Vita Carnis: EW. (affectionate)

But, seriously, if you like gross, you are certainly going to like this series. It's meat, and it's alive. Although, I did stop watching it because it got a tad too graphic and violent for my taste, but if that doesn't bother you, then I recommend it a lot! The editing is soooo good, and some of the creatures are very likable and cute ^v^ (the others are gross and I do not want them near me I do not WANT FUCK OFF)

Don't Look at the Moon: Minecraft spooky. Do I need to say more?

#katesaysthings #analog horror #arg #marble hornets #the sun vanished #local 58 #the mandela catalogue #rocket archives #analog archives #gemini home entertainment #monument mythos #vita carnis #don't look at the moon

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gretavanlace · 10 months

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Sun and Moon

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader blurbs

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings for Josh blurb: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, praise, degradation, pet names, digital penetration, etc.

Warnings for Jake blurb: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, illusions to impact play, slight dom/sub dynamic, etc.

As ever, loosely edited, apologies in advance. Josh’s blurb was inspired by that damn video of them at the arena bar…he lays his hands down so pretty and I want them. Jake’s was inspired by this delectable ask. Thank you, anon..sending love ❤️

Josh

“Look at these panties,” Josh tugs on the rosey-pink lace, snapping the elastic against your hip with a pop. “Very sweet, pussycat. Did you dress this pretty pussy up just for me?”

His fingers are at your clit now, sweeping over the wet, swollen bud as it peeks out from behind soaked-thin fabric. “Take me to bed.”

Maybe you should care about how whiny you sound, like a spoiled, insolent child, ready to stomp her feet and pout for what she wants. Ready to throw herself down on the floor to fall into a wailing, kicking, tantrum if she doesn’t get her coddled way. But you don’t - care, that is. The only concern alive in your blurry mind is your need to be fucked. To be fucked by Josh. Only Josh. Always Josh. Josh. Josh. Josh.

But, you’ve seen the devilish glint in his eye tonight, and you know it well. Maybe plans to deny you, maybe he plans to taunt you, maybe he plans to make you beg, maybe even cry. He’ll tease you over that, too. He’ll call you a crybaby and mock you gently, if only to make you cunt ache even more desperately for him, and it will work.

Maybe he has all these things in store for you, maybe none of them…you never can tell with Joshua.

He has stepped onto his favorite stage tonight, and, make no mistake, he will have his moment in the spotlight.

“Take you to bed?” He tilts his head as though confused as to why you’re asking for a change in venue. “No no no, I think we’re fine right here, don’t you? Since you wanted to bother me while I was trying to write. Since you wanted to whine and crawl into my lap like the kitten in heat that you are, while I was working, you can take it right here. Right up against the wall. Only angels get taken to bed, and it seems you’ve misplaced your halo.”

“But, baby,” you protest sweetly, trying your best to tug at his heart-strings, “I want you to—“

His finger taps your lips closed as he clicks his tongue at your insubordination.

“I didn’t ask about what you want, though, did I, pussycat?” He offers you a tiny smile with a cruel wink, “I said, you can take what I give you right here or I can sit down and get back to work, hm? Leave this gorgeous,” his fingers slip into your panties and slide inside you deftly, “wet, little cunt to ache for me all night long? Which sounds best to you?”

“Here,” you breathe, arching away from the wall into his pumping touch. Your mouth finds the corner of his lips where they turn up so pretty and soft, and then move to the perfectly round scar on his cheek - your favorite place to kiss.

“You’re so wet.” He leans into your searching kiss as your tongue laps lightly over his warm, silken skin. “Sloppy little girl, making such a mess of my hand already. Are you gonna soak me when you cum, like the best little kitten?”

You nod urgently, nails digging wanton crescent moons into his shoulders through the tshirt you couldn’t fight off of him. He’s working that heavenly spot deep inside you now, sweeping massaging circles into it while his thumb, wide and warm, flickers across your clit rapid fire, like a frenzied tongue.

“Yeah? My pussycat’s gonna cum real pretty for me? Gonna make a dirty mess all over my hand so I can smell this tight, perfect cunt all night?” His free hand loops around your throat as he leans back to watch your face. A glutton for drinking in the evidence of what he can reduce you to.

“Yeah.” It hisses out of you through clenched teeth as your nostrils flare slightly. You look feral, like you’ve just wandered out of the woods, muddy feet and twigs crowned into your hair, and he loves it, adores it, fuck, how he loves it.

“Yeah? All because I asked? You’re my filthy, bad fucking girl aren’t you? All tears on your cheeks and my name on your tongue.”

“I’m not…” your protest falls short, less than a whimper as his long, insistent fingers carry you closer and closer to where you so hungrily want to, need to, go. “I’m a good girl. I’m you’re good girl. Tell me. Please, tell me.”

“I’ll tell you that you’re my good girl when you’ve given me a reason to pet you sweet. Now, c’mon pretty kitty, relax, you’re too tense.”

He’s right, your body is taught, muscles seized up and bracing for impact.

“Come on, baby…” he soothes, nuzzling your ear as he finger fucks you into a daze. “Breathe. In and out. Shhh…let go.”

You soften in his arms, but you’ve drifted so far out into choppy waters, you can’t find your calm. He shakes his head, sucking a hot trail along your jugular, “More, baby. Clear your head. I’ve got you…I’m gonna take care of you, you just breathe, just let it happen. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

His lips have made their way to brush over the shell of your ear. “Listen, pussycat, you just listen to me. Shhh.”

He begins panting slowly into your ear, muddling your thoughts into undulating colors as he effortlessly guides your breathing, praising you with his touch rather than his words, lest he pull you out of the fog.

When it hits you, it hits just as hard as he’d hoped. You’re practically vibrating in his arms as you tremble and gush through it. Raining down around him, pouring into his palm, down his wrist, your release rivering in ticklish, hot streams over his skin.

“There she is,” he hushes, strained and greedy for it to never end. “There’s my good girl. That’s it pussycat, give it to me, give it to me.”

His name crawls, ragged and hitching, up out of your heaving chest like an invocation, your way of falling to his feet in worshipful praise while still caught in his arms.

At last, it drains from your body, taking your strength with it, and you fall limp in his embrace. He laughs softly, stroking your hair with the hand that isn’t dripping in you.

When you finally find your footing, you’re left watching, wide-eyed and breathless, as he sucks and licks your clear, slick release from his skin…dragging the pink tip of his tongue in a spiral around his wrist to chase a droplet.

Just as you're settling into the show, he stuns you by dragging his hand over the soft hairs on his lip and chin…wearing you as he turns back to his notebook.

He points at the couch, and, obediently, you curl up on it, falling into a dreamless slumber while he works, lulled by the sound of his pen scratching against paper.

Jake

“Jacob,” you sigh, tapping away at your keyboard as if unbothered. “Stop staring at me and go find something useful to do with yourself.”

“But, I want to be with you, princess.” He sounds despondent, afraid you’ll order him out. “Don’t make me go.”

He was right to worry over that, you had been considering banishing him behind a locked door and your AirPods to drown out any complaining. But now, with him looking and sounding so pitiful, you haven’t the heart.

“Jake, I have work to do. Sit quietly, without staring at me like a lost puppy, and you can stay.” Mean? Not so much. Firm? Definitely. That’s exactly the thing, though, if you aren’t firm with Jake he won’t listen. He’s spoiled, and that’s nobody’s fault but your own.

The real truth of it all is this - he doesn’t usually listen even when you’re firm, either…but you both enjoy the game.

You ignore him, scanning over monotonous reports and making ever the mundane notations until you see it out of the corner of your eye…a subtle, consistent movement. A rhythmic drag of his hand as he caters to himself gently, eyes omnivorous on you. Coveting. Thirsting. Yearning.

“Jakey babe,” you lend a questioning, unassuming lilt to your tone. “Are you touching yourself?”

His movement stills as he sits gorgeous and statuesque, like he’s never done anything wrong even once in all his days. “No, princess…just like to look at you.”

“And now you’re lying on top of it all?” Your chair swivels around, leaving you eye to eye with this angelically needy man of yours.

“It was just…” his face has flushed hot pink under your accusatory stare. “It was just over my pants. I’m just so hard…it hurts.”

You decide to take pity on him. Lucky boy. “Come here.” You order with quiet authority as you cast your deadline aside in favor of playing with your very favorite toy.

He rises to his feet, and you follow suit…eyes locked in on the outline of his deliciously hard cock.

“Someone’s already halfway there, Jakey.” You tease, pompous smile flitting over your lips, there and gone in an instant.

“I don’t mean to interrupt you,” he promises, bridging the space between your bodies. “I’ll do it myself. I’ll be so quick…just let me touch you. Anywhere.”

“My pussy whipped little mouse.” Now you’re being mean.

“Yeah,” he nods imperceptibly, burrowing his renaissance painting face into the palm of your hand.

“Good boy.” You’re cooing, sing-songing softly to quell his need for attention. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m pussy whipped, princess.” He breathes without an ounce of hesitation “I’m a slave to your beautiful cunt. To your mouth, to your hands…your heart, your mind. Please. Can I have something?”

“May I have something,” you guide, leading him over to the chair you’ve just vacated.

He settles down into it under your supervision and watches you intently as he finds comfortability where he knows he shouldn’t. This is your office, your workspace, and he is simply an intruder to swallow up your time.

Take your fill, Jacob.

When you your seat on his lap, straddling him so that you’re hovering right above his twitching erection, he begins to whine…grip ironclad on the armrests until his knuckles are ghost white, to save from grabbing at you and earning a swat.

Without warning, your hips swivel down until you can feel the throbbing length of his pretty cock, and then you set into an unforgiving pace…thrusting and rocking while he whines like the greediest baby beneath you.

“Look,” you snap his face to the side, chin pinched within your grasp, until his eyes are devouring his reflection in the antique mirror propped against the wall. “You see how pretty my baby is? Look how fucking beautiful you are, so grateful for any tiny treat.”

“You’re the beautiful one, princess.” His devotional praise is clipped, he’s nearly gone already.

“No need to stroke my ego, mouse..” you taunt, fucking against his still hidden cock a hint faster, “You won’t be sinking into this snug little cunt tonight, not until I’m good and ready.”

He’s thrusting up to meet you now, squeezing feverishly at your hips as he pulls you down against him over and over and over.

“Don’t stop, princess…” He sounds like tears are holding onto his pleas, the way they rasp and shake, fuck. “Please, keep going, my sweet sweet girl, you’re so good to me…so fucking good. Don’t stop, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop…”

“Say it,” you demand, a harsh edge catching the light of your words as you watch him watch himself in the mirror.

He knows, and he doesn’t fight it. “I’m pussy whipped, and I’m pretty. I’m your pretty pussy whipped mouse…thank you for your cunt, princess, even if you won’t let me touch it. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, please say I can, please, please let me cum.

With the softest kiss upon his succulent mouth, you give him silent permission and lose yourself in the sound of his orgasm. He is sinful Ave Maria when he cums and if heaven is real, this is the song you will hear at its gates.

Ushered by your reverent praise, he releases in his pants, expression twisted in pleasure, as well as the embarrassment of losing it like his cock has never kissed a cunt before…but you love it.

You love the way he looks, you love the way he sounds, you love the way he feels and tastes. You love the way he can’t tear his gaze away from himself in the mirror. You love the way he clings to you like you’re the only thing that’s real to him…

You love him.

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its-avalon-08 · 4 months

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lando norris x reader part7

part 7 guys <3 themes enemies to lovers flirty interactions female Formula1 driver

Red Lights, Racing Hearts: Chapter 7- Apologies and Hoodies

The moon cast an ethereal glow on the deserted racetrack. Lando sat alone in the cockpit of his car, engine off, eyes lost in the vast tapestry of stars that stretched across the sky. The day's events replayed in his mind, a tangled mess of adrenaline, regret, and an unsettling ache in his chest he couldn't quite place.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, walking slowly towards him. As she drew closer, bathed in the moon's soft light, Lando's breath hitched. It was Y/N, her hair flowing like a dark river in the cool night air, her face serene, devoid of the fiery spirit he typically associated with her. She wore an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, a look so casual it bordered on angelic.

Y/N stopped near his car, a small smile playing on her lips. She seemed surprised to see him, but the surprise quickly melted into a comfortable silence. For a moment, they just sat there, bathed in the moonlight, sharing the quiet magic of the night.

Finally, Lando cleared his throat, the silence pressing down on him. "I just wanted to… apologize," he started, his voice rough with sincerity.

Y/N cut him off, her voice quiet but firm. "No, Lando. I'm sorry. I overreacted. You were trying to help, and I pushed you away. I.. I really didn't mean to. It's just... sometimes, it's hard to believe that people actually care."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He understood. The constant pressure, the scrutiny, the loneliness that came with being in the spotlight – it could make you question everything, even the most genuine kindness.

Their conversation flowed easily from there, a quiet dialogue under the blanket of stars. "Why is it hard for you to trust people Y/N?" Lando asked hesitantly. "Well, I guess its because of my father. He never approved of my passions and he couldn't bear it when I lost. He used to push me and push me until I broke. I just.., i find it hard to believe that people aren't out to get me." Y/N responded with tears in her eyes. They talked about their fears, their dreams, the things that kept them awake at night. Y/N confessed her insecurity about not fitting in, about feeling like an imposter in this world of fast cars and glamorous people. Lando, in turn, shared his struggles with anger, with always feeling like he had to prove himself.

As they talked, Lando noticed the hoodie she wore. It was red and way too big on her, hanging loosely off her frame, the sleeves reaching past her fingertips. "Doesn't that get in the way?" he asked, amusement tinging his voice.

Y/N glanced down at the oversized garment. "Nah, it's comfy. Carlos lent it to me."

Lando's eyes narrowed. A flicker of jealousy sparked within him, hot and unwelcome. Carlos, always hovering around her, always making her laugh. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the conversation, but the feeling lingered, a thorn in his side. Y/N smirked slightly upon seeing his suddenly frozen frame.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn painted the sky with streaks of pink and orange, they decided to call it a night. Y/N stood up, the oversized hoodie swallowing her even more.

"Thanks for listening Norris. You, you aren't the bad guy i made you out to be," she said, her voice soft.

He nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "Anytime Y/N."

As she walked away, he found himself calling after her, his voice barely a whisper. "Hey, just so you know, mine are more comfy."

Y/N glanced back, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "I'll keep that in mind, Pretty Boy."

With that, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Lando alone with the lingering scent of her apple shampoo and the unsettling heat of jealousy burning in his chest. He stared after her, a new emotion blooming within him, one he couldn't quite name. But as the sun rose, casting a warm glow on the racetrack, one thing was clear: his rivalry with Y/N had taken an unexpected turn, and the road ahead, like the sky above, stretched out vast and uncertain, filled with both promise and peril.

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She was a walking contradiction, that L/N. Fierce on the track, a storm of fire and ambition, yet beneath it all, a quiet vulnerability that tugged at his heartstrings. He should hate her, despise her for the way she challenged him, pushed him to his limits. But instead, he found himself drawn to her, captivated by the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the way her hair danced in the moonlight like a raven's wing.

As she walked away, the oversized hoodie swallowing her small frame, a pang of something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in his gut. Jealousy, he realized with a jolt. Jealousy of Carlos, of the casual ease with which she wore his hoodie, of the shared laughter that echoed in the paddock. He hated the feeling, the way it clawed at him, possessive and primal. But he couldn't deny it. He was falling for Y/N L/N, the girl who made him want to be better, the girl who saw through his bravado and touched something deep within him. And the road ahead, like the rising sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, was both exhilarating and terrifying. He was in uncharted territory, and the only compass he had was the pounding of his own heart.

incase you missed the previous part ^^^

#lando norris #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #formula 1 #formula one #red bull racing #y/n #carlos sainz imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 fic #ln4 fluff #mclaren f1 #landoscar #mclaren

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kabie-whump · 3 months

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Not Allowed to Die

This was gonna be my last Febuwhump entry but then I changed my mind so enjoy <3

Content: Suicide attempt, drowning, nightmares, supernatural whump, cults/religion

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Solstice’s parents - it still feels so weird to call them that - seem to be under the impression that everything is okay now that their baby is home.

It doesn’t matter that they spent 10 years being tortured and drained by a cult, their celestial essence used as fodder for some demon they revered as a god. They’re home now. Everything’s fine.

But that doesn’t keep the nightmares from coming.

Their parents call them nightmares. Solstice knows better. The awful demon isn’t confined to that dark compound like His worshippers are. He can move freely through the planes, and He refuses to let Solstice rest.

He appears in their dreams every night, determined to take what Solstice had tried to deprive Him of when they escaped. Not a single morning comes that Solstice isn’t already awake, watching the sun come up with tired, red-rimmed eyes.

Solstice’s parents try everything. Hot teas before bed, prayers, staying at their bedside throughout the night, even sleep spells. Nothing grants Solstice a moment of rest, and they’re reaching their breaking point.

It doesn’t help that they can’t bring themselves to care about the temple’s day to day worship of Berronar. Every mention of the goddess’s name fills them with bitter memories of darkness, of screaming for her help and getting nothing but silence in return.

Solstice can’t help but hate her. Nevertheless, they continue to seek help in the only way they know how: on their knees at their bedside begging for her to let them rest.

(Sometimes Solstice doesn’t know what they mean by ‘rest.’ A full night’s sleep? Or something more permanent.)

That’s the idea that has them wandering in the forest one night, their pockets heavy with stones. There’s a pond somewhere up ahead, deep enough to do the job. It’s peaceful there, water lilies and whistling reeds and uninterrupted moonlight.

The moon’s full tonight, lighting their way to the water’s edge.

They take a moment to feel bad for their parents. Going a whole 10 years thinking their child is dead only to have them return and then die again. It’s going to hurt them.

Solstice starts to shiver as the water soaks into their cloak with every step towards the pond’s center. They go in to their chin, then a step deeper.

Fear threatens to take over and propel Solstice back out of the water but they push it aside. If there’s any chance that doing this will take them somewhere that the demon can’t find them they have to try. They can’t take another night with those eyes presiding over their dreams or another day of conducting ceremonies for a goddess who created them with her light and then abandoned them in the dark.

It’s peaceful under the water, even though their lungs burn. Solstice opens their eyes, looking up one last time as the stones in their pockets weigh them down, dragging them further into the depths. The moon is a rippling spotlight above them.

Instinct takes over, forcing them to hold their breath until the moment that their lungs can’t take it anymore and then they gasp, pain blinding them as they inhale green water. Cold rushes into their chest.

And then gentle arms are holding them, lifting them from the water. Solstice begins to sob as they cough up water.

They just can’t catch a break.

A gentle voice is whispering in their ear as they continue to cry. “Shh, Solstice. It’s alright. Please, do not be afraid. You are safe.”

“Please,” Solstice gasps, too exhausted to fight. “Just let me go. I want to go.”

The woman holding them frowns. She’s beautiful - silver skin and blue eyes and long white hair that floats in a glowing cloud around her. She holds Solstice in her arms as she drifts above the surface of the pond and lands on the bank. “I do not understand. It is not your time yet. Why are you doing this?”

Solstice just shakes their head, shivering from the cold. “I just want to sleep,” they sob. “Nothing else works. I pray to my mother every night and she’s never helped me, not even once. This is all I have left.”

The woman studies Solstice carefully, her glowing eyes full of compassion. “I am your mother, Solstice,” she says. “Not Berronar. You’ve never prayed to me.”

Solstice just stares at her. They don’t understand. Their parents have always been devout worshippers of Berronar. It only made sense that she would be the one to have blessed them with a divine child. “Who are you?”

“I am Selune. You were born on one of my most sacred nights. I blessed you as a gift to your mortal parents. They must have misinterpreted the circumstances of your origin.”

Selune. The goddess of the moon.

Solstice has been praying to the wrong goddess this entire time.

Selune brushes Solstice’s wet hair out of their face. “I will take you home.”

Reality warps, and then they are inside the ceremony hall of the temple. Solstice’s parents are there, quietly lighting incense.

When they turn and see Solstice and Selune they stand in shock for a second before dropping to their knees, heads bowed in the presence of the goddess. Selune places Solstice on a pew.

“Our child is safe now,” she says softly. Then she melts into the moonlight that passes through a stained glass window and disappears.

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Solstice taglist: @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @hauntedroseart @sapphicccici @altvaggie @alivenova @lolrpop

#whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #oc #original character #oc whump #angel whumpee #angel whump #cult whump #tw sui attempt

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Hi! I just finished reading Special Treatment and I wonder, do you remember how you planned to end it? You can ignore this ask if you don't feel like talking about it.

It's all good! No worries no worries *patpat*

Pretty anticlimactically tbh... No matter how many times I wrote out the draft it didn't seem right. Not good enough for the amount of time I put it off ya know?? Like there was too much hype and I wasn't equipped with the know-how to make it, ya know, good.

There was gonna be two endings: 1. One that was gonna be a sort of crack fluff ending where y/n gets tricked into marrying them via some contract. They stay at the daycare and decide against leaving (well not like they can but they're more cool with it) and live happily ever after~

2. Another that was the "canon" ending where there was gonna be a play. It started out with Y/n waking up to some ready made breakfast and getting to chill while Sun was down setting things up, and since they wanted to surprise Sun/Moon since it was their "last day" n all, they decided to go back into their room behind the platform (weird floor plan) to do some cleaning, as it is strewn with toys, craft supplies, dust, all that jazz... low and behold they find their broken phone/keycard in the closet while looking for a mop and put the pieces together. Sun/Moon find them, mess with communications so the daycare remains closed but Kai gets an email that they're holding a special play just for y/n to see them off since it's their last day so he comes... Wondering where y/n is (they're tied up upstairs lol) but remains unsuspicious. The curtain draws, boom y/n is up on the castle platform, their arms tied above their head with a flashlight strapped between their wrists so it's pointing down toward the stage. Sun/Moon would be acting out the scenes via the use of said flashlight (... since they were shakin real bad watching Kai fight for his mcfucking LIFE they had a pretty hard time controlling it). Sun would act out the scenes of the "daring prince" while Moon would be the "evil wizard" or something and each time Moon got his moment in the not-spotlight he'd creep toward Kai and eventually "accidentally" break a couple of his bones with their bare hand and possibly (probably) kill him.

Ofc in the end no matter if it was Sun or Moon in control, that guy would be toast. Rip Kai but tbh you were a pervert to y/n anyway sO IT'S FINE (Author justifies murder more at 5)

But yea after all that, it's kinda implied y/n is just gonna be kept there from now on till le good old fashioned Stockholm syndrome kicks in and they can be trusted to go back to helping out with daycare stuff. Sun/Moon again messed with communications so they like sent an email to management and the outside world that y/n changed their mind about quitting.

Rather dark! But I (and I take it some of ya'll) happen to have the specific fantasy of wanting to be kidnapped by yandere robots and have all my needs taken care of and never deal with any adult responsibilities and be loved to an obsessive degree SO it all works out~

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #asmolvaporeon #yandere #tw yandere #fic talk #*gives asmolvaporeon a grapefruit*

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Ask meme for Quinnelle, please!

What does their bedroom look like?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

What is their biggest regret?

What makes them feel guilty?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

So, here's the deal.

Some stories end. Even in a perpetual MMO.

And I made contingency plans for the possibility that one day, Zoissette's story might end, for whatever reason. So while Quinnelle may not ever meaningfully exist, she's still there, in my head, causing trouble and making fun stories.

With that in mind, Quinnelle Vidalle, the fastest of the fast couriers in Eorzea, ready and standing by, one Fantasia away when Zoissette finally bows out of the spotlight. (Importantly, this lets me keep all the stuff on a new character, and Quinnelle is designed to be able to nick in as a replacement WoL easy as you please)

What does their bedroom look like?

Piles and piles in different places on the floor. Single small bed. A potted plant that died probably before the last calamity. Cobwebs everywhere, what do you have a problem with spiders she likes spiders spiders are friends. That one's named Jeorgeaux.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Sexual orientation is yeah, sure, if she's bored. Finds discussions on such faintly boring and nonsensical though. Swive who you wanna if you wanna she don't give a shit. Also gender is bullshit.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

About the only thing they keep neat and clean is the uniforms in their closet, and they are -picky- about anything doing with mail, they take that shit stone cold seriously. Everything else is whatever. Knows she'll be perpetually late if she lets herself be so, so instead shows up early and just bitches.

What is their biggest regret?

Regrets are for people who aren't charging forward half enough. Any given day generates a few dozen small regrets that she usually forgets within the half hour. Can't have regret if you're always rushing to live in the now.

What makes them feel guilty?

Okay, fine, they'll feel guilty over not meeting obligations, like getting packages to the right person or mail to the right place on time or missing muster or that one time she plumb forgot she was supposed to meet a guy for a date but look it was a really good triple triad game okay she won a plushie she'd wanted for a long time out of it his name is G'george. The plushie, not the date. No, she doesn't know how Sun Seeker names work, the Moon Keepers are far more personable in her opinion.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

She believes in every single god and goddess and holds any of a number of tiny little rituals for each one every day. It doesn't matter that some of those belief systems contradict other ones; she's not telling the gods, and nobody else should be either, and what they don't know won't hurt them. Definitely believes in hedging her bets in this regard, so there's always a deity to call on in a moment of trouble.

Primals are just assholes trying to get in on the god action though so swive 'em. But not literally. Well maybe Ifrit. He's hot. That's a fire joke. Get it? Hahah but no seriously.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Someone who would put up with her shit. I mean, swive, that's the only way it'd possibly happen, right?

But if we're handing out prize Chocobos and making wishes on stars, a big strong man with muscles under just the right amount of flab, with big beautiful lips and a strong wedge of a chin and a nose chiseled out of rock and oh shit she's just describing her boss. That's literally just her boss Raubahn. Swive don't tell him don't tell him don't tell him she meant to say uh you know someone hot like uhm Merlwyb wait crap that someone else's boss uhm you know maybe someone adorable but in a lady way like Momodi wait that's kind of her other boss crap QUESTIONS OVER GOT MAIL TO DELIVER.

#final fantasy xiv #quinelle vidalle #biot writes #ask meme #answer hours

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A Night with Sherlock Holmes

Paring: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) X Reader

Summary: Reflecting on your time with Sherlock Holmes as he plays his violin deep into the somber night leads to a few realisations.

Warnings: None

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Gracefully the sun descended down the murky blue sky, travelling with a never-ending burst of bright colour around its powerful body. As it exited the now empty canvas of the darkest shades of blue, a sense of lethargy encompassing its movements as if hanging so high above had drained all of its energy, it passed on its reign to its considerably smaller partner—the moon and its massive army of sparkly, blinking stars. The buildings of London cowered under a thick shadow of gloom, and the moon's white light miserly illuminated the occasional window or passerby. The restrictive view I was presented with of the outside world through my sharp-cornered window wasn't much to keep my attention at nightfall; when the ever-busy human race collectively packed away into their abodes, the long-winding roads of London experienced nothing but isolation from the rickety vehicles for the first time, and when the only living being garnering the spotlight of the street lights were squeaky rats.

However, I needn't worry, as I always had Sherlock to make my boring, sleepless nights worthwhile.

Unlike the rest of the population, Sherlock functioned uniquely. While the average adult might find himself occupied by a heavy load of work during the day, burdened by the clutches of financial stability, like I found myself reviewing and organising shelves upon shelves of books and archives, Sherlock never bothered with money. In fact, he conducted his job free of cost, without any expectations of receiving something in return because the immense satisfaction he experienced merely by taking part in the mind games that his job presented him with were returns enough.

When deconstructing the sometimes complex logical reasonings, sometimes baffling — to Sherlock, trifling — emotions behind brutal crimes, one might picture chaos and panic; an urgency to not waste time for danger could be thrust upon you at any moment. Taking one look at Sherlock would certainly ruin that weirdly picturesque image.

I distinctly remember the case of the mysterious chain of supposed suicides or "Study in Pink", as our fellow companion John Watson had titled it in his blog; victims consuming the exact same pill seemingly with no reason to end their lives nor any apparent connection with each other. Clues weren't adding up, the only leads we had were dead ends, and John's features were corrupted by worry as he entered the room we occupied; he appeared as though he had seen a ghost (which later we found out was actually not a ghost but Sherlock's brother, Mycroft). The atmosphere was tense, but amidst the room existed a presence that stood in complete contrast. Sherlock — oh, Sherlock — laid horizontally inclined on his well-loved, dented couch, tightly wrapped in his blue night robe, and pale bony hands pressed together under his chin. His being emulated a sense of level-headedness, composure and cool - eyes shut, mouth slightly hung open, and body still as a statue. At the time, I admired and admittedly envied his attitude towards stressful situations that he displayed constantly. But, the passage of time taught me that I had just fallen into the illusion that he was this perfect, mystical, awe-inducing kind of being, as one might get the impression of upon first meeting him. Spending a little more time with him, however, can show you a lot of fine details that previously went undisclosed. Like the uneven furrow of his eyes-brows when he stared off into space and the off-beat tick of his fingers upon paper as he went over case reports.

How much ever Sherlock might not show it (saying it was a whole other matter), his mind was forever running miles faster than anyone could even comprehend, only visible to the naked eye through small signs of physical reactions like these. His brain was a machine, efficient and observant to the highest degree. But unfortunately, the comparison could be drawn further. He was cold and soulless, seemingly made of scratch-less metal. His words were prone to the blunt, the straightforward, and the truth. And these tendencies frequently kept contact away — if there was one thing I learnt in my time with him, it was that people loathed being presented with an honest reflection of themselves.

Despite this, Sherlock was still undeniably human. However deep one may have to peel off the layers of his skin to come across it, there was undoubtedly pulsing flesh, hot red blood and a beating heart underneath that façade of impassiveness. And this heart, like any other creature, yearned for something Sherlock would label a major flaw in human patchwork. It yearned for passion — In whatever form it may be derived, even if he didn't realise it himself.

For instance, as he stood staring at the same window I was gazing through moments ago, inspecting the bland atmosphere, a set empty of actors, his long fingers delicately held a bow, dragging it across the strings of his violin. With each movement, with each pull or push of the strings, he created a melody velvety smooth, and he and I bathed in its depth. The notes he played were the only trace of life in the air, for we were nothing but objects in its presence, invisible artists hiding behind the awe-inspiring art. That was the passion Sherlock allowed himself to absorb — the kind that spoke for itself and connected souls in ways no words nor actions could. At first, I used to believe that it wasn't particularly his fault if no one was around long enough to realise this, to realise how Sherlock worked. But looking back, perhaps it was Sherlock himself who didn't allow anyone to do so.

I clutched the fluffy blanket tighter around me, folding my knees towards myself in order to maximise comfort on the sofa I occupied. Memory betrayed me as I tried to recall the day's events, draping a cloud of fog over the images of what were supposed to be work, faces, and... I couldn't swat the white mist away. It always was the case during the night, more specifically when I was joined by the company of Sherlock in the living room. It was like the past blurred itself just so that the present could be ever-clear and sharp. I usually gave in, deciding to take in as much as I could of these moments that littered my life sparingly.

The clock ticked away in the background, its repetitive beat further making me over-conscious of the now. Dragging my lidded eyes away from the monotone city sights out the window, I glanced across the extinguished fireplace, the unlit lamp sitting on top of it, the rotten, yellowing figure of Sherlock's skull right beside it — teeth gleaming under the moonlight — and then the dark kitchen. Followed the door that led past it, an imaginary image of me walking through the hallway to the room at the far end, and finally, John lying somewhat peacefully under the sheets, deep breaths echoing along the walls.

John was never a witness to our nightly sessions. The retired soldier, traumatised by but yet incredibly drawn to the war, the battle, and the chaos, was one to surprisingly follow the average human sleep schedule. It was shocking, really, how he was never woken up by the striking sounds of Sherlock's violin despite having a keen sense for noise. But sometimes, I had the innate feeling that he intentionally ignored it. I was glad he did, though, because how much ever affection I held for the man, he was the kind of person inclined to overthink, doubt, and suspicion. These three words were perfectly apt to describe Sherlock as well, but John's were a slightly varied nuance.

While Sherlock utilised his skill to question everything for his own benefit, John, nine times out of ten, sabotaged himself while doing so — erupting unnecessary worry and distress. A comforting, borderline pin-drop silence like the one settled in the atmosphere as Sherlock ended the piece (an untitled, self-composed one), and slid his pearl blue irises to latch onto mine would only encompass John in discomfort. The anxious aura radiated by his presence would then shatter the calm so intricately constructed by the mutual understanding between Sherlock and me.

It sounds too dramatic, too hyperbolic, I'm well aware, but no other means could convey how meaningful these overnight hours were to me and my sanity in this dying world. I would really like it if John continued to remain oblivious to them. Or pretend oblivious, I suppose.

Sherlock gingerly placed his violin on the couch beside him.

"The only time I can think is when the rest of London wasn't— too occupied by sleep." He spit the word like it was poison on his tongue. "Why is that not surprising in the slightest?"

I let his words hang in the air, pondering his question. Sherlock often found himself susceptible to the meaningless, unimportant thoughts of those around him. It was like he could hear them out loud, like he could read minds. However, such supernatural diction might be disapproved of by Sherlock.

In his own words, 'trivial expressions depicting stress, confusion, ignorance and whatever definable emotion you can think of on people's faces are nothing but translations of inner feelings and thoughts.' And Sherlock being the ever-observant and present person he was, was even more exposed to these signals than the average person — disrupting him from continuing his original train of thought.

He did, although, also confide in me that for people like Anderson, whose idiocy plagued the very world around them, signals weren't required to get the gist of whatever nonsense was going through the pea brain of theirs.

"I'm going to assume that I am exempt from this rest of London you speak of?"

A side-eye; not a trace of hesitance in his voice. "Obviously."

"Hm."

Sherlock went back to analysing whatever he could of the scenery outside. I went back to analysing him. It was a past-time I took part in often, sometimes hours passing by before the bubble around me popped, dropping me harshly back into reality.

It has occurred to me here and there that I may be in love with this man.

Love. Even muttering the word under my breath felt unfamiliar to me, a person who never really cared about fleeting emotions like those.

But it had to be love. Because surely— surely, no one spent as much time as I did picturing Sherlock and his tall frame playing the violin with such grace and care just as he was moments ago — his elegant movements like that of a lily swaying in the wind. Surely, no one understood the sensation that took over my being when his eyes settled on me with such intention and purpose, whether I was looking or not. No one endlessly wondered about what may be running through his one heck of a brain as he deduced a man's whole life story by a mark on the cuff of his shirt— God.

God.

Consciously thinking about Sherlock made me put into picture how much of a miracle he actually was. What I was capable of imagining had to be just a fraction of what he was capable of doing. I loved knowing that he was somewhere above all of us. I loved it.

Sherlock was an enigma, and if it was my life purpose to try and understand him completely, I would certainly do so. Whether what I felt for Sherlock was true love (if that even existed) or a manic obsession of sorts, whether Sherlock even felt anything in return, for I never considered what his opinions of me could be, whether he was even aware of the intensity of the spell he put me under—it didn't matter— I would stick with him.

It was only when my eyes caught the rectangular sheet of light draping over the couches, the books, the papers, and the mess of the living room, that I came to realise that it was the dawn of the new day already.

I stood up unsteadily, cloth-covered feet coming in contact with the carpeted ground, the soft thump of the thick blanket falling behind me onto the floor. My body wobbled as I moved forward towards the window where Sherlock also stood—his position altering between the window and the sofa opposite mine throughout the night. Goosebumps instantly arose across the bare skin of my arms and legs, and I shivered. But I didn't think the physical reactions were caused by the chilly wind.

The early spurts of yellow spread along the horizon like watercolour, rapidly claiming domain in the sky. Soon, the golden sun followed, its body obstructed by the buildings around. I squinted my eyes as I accidentally stared straight at it, but I couldn't look away—the celestial body marked the end of my shared solitude with Sherlock, but it did so mesmerisingly, glowing brightly and ejecting rays on earth, pumping life into the cement. The only sight that could beat the magnificence of the sun, unfortunately, was standing right beside me, and so I eventually found myself staring at sherlock's marble-carved face instead, a hint of a smile tugging at the edges of his pale blush pink lips as he marvelled at the sight in front of him.

It seems as though even Sherlock, the ever-placid Sherlock himself, couldn't resist the delicious temptations of nature — the ultimate source that manifested passion within him. The kind that spoke for itself.

As Sherlock tentatively reached out the fingertips of his hand to garner the attention of my own, slowly swinging them to give me momentary but frequent contact, I thought about how one man – and a man he only was – altered my life entirely in the span of months, making my old life seem discoloured and pointless compared to what I was blessed with now. My undefinable feelings towards Sherlock would only grow as time passed, and even if I lose him — I will try my hardest not to, in the first place — I would not mourn. Instead, I would be thankful that I got a chance to have him in my life. I would be satisfied knowing that a person like him walked the earth.

The sun rose higher and higher, and at the distinct voice of John Watson questioning our presence out in the open at such ungodly hours, Sherlock's hand left mine.

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Always, Always || Drabble 4

TITLE: Always, Always || A Gordon “Gordo” Stevens Drabble

FANDOM: For All Mankind (Apple+ Series)

CHARACTER: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens

MAIN PAIRING: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens + OC Janine Franklin

MAIN STORYLINE: When someone “new” enters the facility, Gordo just can’t stop thinking about her.

Author’s Note: Hey! Chapter 4 is here. As a warning, this chapter discusses insecurities, jealousy, and other possibly triggering themes. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜

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Tagging: @lacontroller1991 @ed-baldwin @sugapapichulo

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1982

The sun feels brighter, coffee tastes sweeter than expected, and he smiles much more often.

Since hugging Janine for the very first time only days earlier, Gordo makes a point of “returning” to Johnson Space Center nearly all the time. For once, he doesn’t care about tugging on his uniforms and going to the moon. Not yet at least.

Any other time, Gordo would’ve been embarrassed, but now he proudly squeezes into one rickety chair that perches for Janine’s classes. Until further notice, there's no need for Gordo to have another spotlight, not with Jan up front.

And yet, worry lowers into Gordo’s body out of nowhere after he walks right alongside Janine in the hall one afternoon. He can’t exactly pin down his reason for anxiety until Ed Baldwin, his longtime comrade and friend, is passing by to say hello.

Wearing this dapper but professional suit that slims out his lean frame and bring out youth, Ed reaches out, gently tapping Gordo’s shoulder for a moment and showing another great smile.

“Buddy Boy!” Ed’s greeting is quite joyful, but not loud enough to bring attention near Gordo.

“Hi, Bob.” Gordo mentions that inside joke for Ed, giving enough space to hug his friend but still wanting Janine around.

“Nice to see you, Gordo. Janine.” After moving away from Gordo’s hug, Ed acknowledges both people with another smile on his face, but that specific moment sends worry back into Gordo’s heart.

The problem is, in Gordo’s opinion anyhow, Ed’s glance towards Janine lingers a bit too long. It doesn’t help that Janine is still grinning at Ed while lugging this briefcase near her left hip. The way Janine moves, so fluid, is like a model’s strut.

All the same, Gordo knows so much better than to end up making a scene. Of course, no one deserves to be humiliated. To make matters worse, staff members of NASA Public Affairs would’ve lost their minds.

Ed likes confident people, and Gordo knew. To be honest, though Gordo will soon finalize the divorce with Tracey, why the hell would Janine offer him a chance when he looks so different now.

Unfortunately, he’d cherish that embrace with Janine, but she deserved better. This kind and brilliant woman needed someone like Ed.

“Hey, Gordo. Are you all right?” That question from Janine pulls Gordo away from his own thoughts.

“Oh, uh. Sorry. I…uh…Must’ve zoned out for a second. I’m sorry.” Gordo stammers around Janine and he doesn’t realize that Ed is still standing there, already planning for the three of them to settle in his office.

“Come on, Buddy. We’ll get you some water.” Ed offers his help to Gordo and Janine follows both men right down the hallway, scurrying in pump heels.

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Sitting across from Ed’s desk minutes later, Gordo drains water that sits in paper cups.

“Feel better? We thought you had another flashback or something.” Janine pouts while handing over more water, honestly concerned for Gordo.

“I’m feeling better, Darlin’, but…” Gordo’s Southern roots come out and he also slips, forgetting to use Janine’s first name.

“But what?” Janine asks.

Gordo almost forgets that he’s sitting in Ed’s office, but catches himself. He can’t explain too much here, wanting to respect his friend.

In this moment though, Gordo finally realizes what emotion coursed through his veins once Ed first passed by in the hall and acknowledged Janine:

Envy.

Not that zoning out wouldn’t impact his thinking, but Gordo folds both arms over the dampened front of his dress shirt, eying both Janine and Ed once back in reality.

If I can’t be truthful now, I will lie around people forever. Gordo then reminds himself. Honesty is key at a time like this.

“Jan, can I ask you something?” While facing Janine, Gordo is serious and his Southern accent is more pronounced.

“Sure, Gordo. What’s going on?” Janine respectfully and doesn’t smile, making full eye contact. Even Ed is silent and concentrating, hoping that Gordo has settled down, despite this conversation.

“If you had to pick between me or Ed, who would you choose?” Gordo lowers his voice, but the question altogether feels exhausting.

He needs to know. Something. Anything.

“Are you serious?” Janine’s own question is valid of course, but she narrows those perfect brown eyes towards Gordo and looks frustrated.

“Yes.” Gordo puts his foot down, trying not to falter near the true girl of his dreams.

“Gordo, I’m sorry, but you can’t treat this situation with me like a crush in school. This is the first time we’ve spoken in ten years and you still walk on eggshells around me. Why?” Janine debates without yelling at Gordo, even with Ed’s office door closed.

On the other hand, while sitting behind that desk, Ed nervously chews one of those ballpoint pens, internally cringing until someone gives more of an argument. It’s not his place to speak over Gordo and Janine. Not at all, despite being in his own office.

Silence falls in the office and Gordo balls up one fist towards his mustache, lowering his watered eyes to face the floor. No one else dares to speak up until Janine is brave, clearing her throat.

To break the silence, Gordo speaks next, fuming from within. “Jan, around you, I don’t wanna act like some dumbass country bumpkin. Without even working with me, you forced me to be better. Every time I traveled to space with Ed, I thought about you. The only way that I could stop hallucinating was you.

“What about Tracey, what about your sons?” Janine’s voice is so small, Gordo and Ed almost can’t hear the question. “Gordo, if you cared so much, why not tell me the truth? Why did you choose another woman over me and start a life with her?”

From the corner of Gordo’s eye, he can see that Ed is slowly breaking himself, quietly revealing his own tears.

“Why are you so scared?” Janine asks Gordo another question. Enough was enough.

“I’m not good enough for you, Janine. I never was.” Gordo admits, leaving Ed's office before he can continue making a fool out of himself.

#for all mankind fanfic #for all mankind #for all mankind apple tv #gordo stevens #ed baldwin #joel kinnaman #michael dorman #black oc #canon x oc #oc x canon #oc x cc #oc x character #oc x cannon #1980s #interracial

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jaydonsjam · 2 years

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Here we are again with Werewolf By Night! I keep saying how much I love Marvel horror comics and these two issues were no different. I don’t think I mentioned the design of Jack Russell in my first WBN post but I love how they made his wolf form look more like Lon Chaney Jr.’s Wolf Man and less like the modern day Werewolves we see in most fiction (The Underworld franchise comes to mind). You could even look at Man-Wolf the Spider-Man villain as an example of what modern werewolves look like now.

In Marvel Spotlight #4, (btw we are getting ever so closer to Ghost Rider and I’m so excited for it.) Jack Russell is trying to find his father’s book the Darkhold. He finds out that his stepdad sold his father’s castle to a mad scientist by the name of Miles Blackgar (weird how they used that name since at this point Blackagar Boltagan had been introduced already.) who is doing experiments on people creating these poor monsters. We also meet Miles’ daughter, Marlene who turns out to be a mutant with the Gorgon power to turn people into stone. We also meet a journalist named Buck Cowan who provides the information that Jack needed to find the Darkhold. Initially with the help of Buck’s distraction, Jack takes his stepfather’s boat and heads to the island where they moved the castle. On the way there, he’s kidnapped and taken hostage by Blackgar’s henchman, Garth. I liked all of the setup and I think it provides for an interesting wrinkle in Jack’s story to find the Darkhold. We find out that Miles is doing these experiments in order to cure Marlene’s mutant power. Now in the midst of finding the Darkhold, the moon transforms Jack into his wolf form and he’s forced to fight Garth. I don’t know if I mentioned in my first Werewolf By Night post but I don’t buy the fact that some normal humans can go toe-to-toe with a werewolf. But Jack ends up freeing the experiments which leads to them killing Garth and allowing Jack to escape.

I love how these horror comics are notably darker and more adult than your normal Marvel comics fare. I also think maybe that’s why I’m enjoying these series so much more than most comics from this era. The way Garth died was extremely satisfying as a reader since he and his master are pretty horrible people. Plus it’s a bit of irony that he dies at the hands of the experiments. Again, lots of irony in these two issues.

Jack then goes into the study with the help of Marlene (who at this point still seems to be at the mercy of her mad father and not having any powers.) and confronts the scientist. He fights Miles still in his wolf form throwing him out of a window to his apparent death. I loved this moment cause Jack in his wolf form sees it as a justice for what he did to those people. I like that the wolf has some sort of intelligence and understanding but he’s led a lot more by emotion and sheer rage. It’s a cool dichotomy.

We learn that Marlene has Gorgon powers when Jack accidentally knocks her sunglasses off (which she wears all the time at this point.) and he’s turned to stone. The shot of Marlene with her blinding white eyes was haunting and probably my favorite piece from the issue. Mike Ploog’s art just looks fantastic and fits the horror genre so well.

That’s how Spotlight #4 ends leading us into Werewolf By Night #1!

Starting WBN #1 I honestly didn’t know how Jack was going to get out of this situation because there’s a lot of human statues in the courtyard. But to my confusion and no real explanation, once the sun comes out, Jack transforms back into his human form and no longer made of stone. As you can guess, I didn’t like the non-explanation. They try to say it might be because of his Werewolf blood but idk it didn’t make sense to me.

Anyways, Buck finds Jack on the beach unconscious and they run back to the library and get the Darkhold before leaving the island behind. Jack realizes that his sister, Lissa probably misses him so at the urging of Buck he calls her. Unbeknownst to Jack; Marlene, her father and one of the experiments, Strug are on the other end, wanting the Darkhold back so that she can fix her now paralyzed father. They get the address and with Lissa head to Jack’s location, capturing them (including Buck). Jack escapes as he’s transforming into a wolf leaving his sister and Buck. After he transforms he circles back and fights Strug and while they fight, Marlene shoots at Jack but kills Strug instead. I loved that Strug didn’t want to fight the Werewolf because he knew that he freed him. It added for an interesting fight but Wolf-Jack was too angry to not fight the poor guy.

After Strug is dead, Marlene takes off her sunglasses to turn him into stone again but Jack falls to his knees revealing a mirror behind him which then turns Marlene and her dad into statues. It was a little coincidental but I liked the irony of Marlene having her own powers turning them into statues. I also didn’t mind it because it’s an obvious reference to how Medusa’s powers are used against her with Perseus’ shield. It’s the only way you could really stop Marlene with such a powerful ability. And in a funny twist of fate Marlene and Miles’ statues are entered into a museum by Buck.

I really loved this storyline and although I have some problems with the way Jack gets out of being turned into a statue twice I still ended up enjoying the irony. There’s also a great moment after Marlene has transformed into a statue where Jack just runs through the forest and howls at the moon after killing a deer. I just loved the way Mike Ploog drew it. I can’t wait for more Jack Russell! Next time Adventure Into Fear!

Marvel Spotlight #4 and Werewolf By Night #1 written by Gerry Conway and art by Mike Ploog with inking on WBN #1 done by Frank Monte

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Entertainment Spotlight: Tenika Davis, Jupiter's Legacy

Actress, model, and Taekwondo champion Tenika Davis stars as Petra Small in Netflix’s first original comic book series, Jupiter’s Legacy. Tenika began her career as one of the finalists on the first season of Canada’s Next Top Model before signing with Ford Models. She played a lead role in the indie hit, Jumping the Broom, with other credits including Wrong Turn 4: Bloody Beginnings, Degrassi: The Next Generation, Lost Girl, and Skins. Tenika lives in Ontario with her two cats, Maximillian and Symeon, and loves to travel, watch movies, read, study astrology, and paddle surf in her spare time.

How did you get into the mindset to play Petra Small? How do you stay in character?

Petra fights fiercely to protect the people she loves. That is something I was able to identify with. When I was growing up, all I wanted was to make my parents proud. I knew Fitz and Petra's family story all too well; as a child, my parents got divorced because of an extramarital affair. I remember thinking that their divorce was somehow my fault, and if I could do something to make them proud, it would bring my family back together. Petra is a classic overachiever. What drives her is the need for her father's love and approval. She wants a family and is able to find that dynamic through The Sampsons, who she considers family to her and Fitz.

Can you share a memory from the set of Jupiter’s Legacy that stands out to you?

During filming the big fight Supervillian fight scene, it was 3:30 am, and we had 30mins left after a 14 hour day, and only enough time for a few takes to get the shot. Everyone was feeling the pressure. I was the last person to go, and when they called action, I felt a fire erupt in me; I screamed and ran straight for the target throwing those punches as fast as I could. I broke through mental and physical limits that day and surprised myself with what I was capable of doing.

Your sun sign is Cancer. What's the truest meme you've ever seen about your sign?

They may forgive but never forget. Cancerians hold on to things forever.

What advice would you give to young Black talent looking to get their first break in the entertainment industry?

Everything is a process, and nothing great happens on your own. You will only be as great as your team and the people you surround yourself with. To make your dreams come true, it takes hard work, discipline, faith, and belief in yourself. These are the things that will keep you going in the face of adversity.

Without any spoilers, which of Petra Small’s scenes from Jupiter’s Legacy are you most excited for viewers to watch? Why?

There is a scene between Fitz and Petra at the Union of Justice. It's so touching because of the loving family dynamic. It's simple, a father seeing his daughter's struggle and saying exactly what she needs to hear to continue fighting. I think people will be affected by and see themselves in the beauty of that moment.

Which representation of the Black Experience helped shape you and your career?

Bishop TD Jakes was one of the first producers I worked with within my career. While filming Jumping the Broom, he gave the cast a few of his books. I didn't even know he was a pastor at the time. I read them all. I was so inspired by his story of how he built his church from scratch with no money. I knew that if he could do that, I could do the same thing with my career. He inspired me to never give up, keep pressing forward, and to this day is still one of my greatest mentors.

Can you give us a one-sentence modeling lesson or tip?

Think the thought, and your eyes will tell the story.

Do you know your moon and rising sign? Do those vibe with how you see yourself?

My moon sign is Aquarius; I enjoy spending time with myself, building my own future, and strive to become better with the power of my own will. I've always enjoyed setting my own standards and breaking through them. My rising sign is Pisces; there is a vulnerable child-like innocence and curiosity I've learned to love and appreciate about myself. It's true I can be and do most things I put my mind to. My mother actually named me 'Tenika' because she believed I would be a perfect 10.

What are you watching and/or listening to right now?

I'm a junkie for real-life success stories. Right now, I'm tuned into The Tony Robbins Podcast on Spotify. Not only is his story inspiring, but every person he has on the podcast has achieved excellence in their respective field. I've become obsessed with learning out how. Success leaves clues.

What’s next for you?

I want to learn every aspect of producing television & film and continue to learn how to use the medium to help create meaningful and impactful stories. As well as learn how to sword fight...

Thanks for taking the time, Tenika! Jupiter's Legacy is now streaming on Netflix. Photos courtesy of Netflix.

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☆Stellium through the houses☆

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I got a lot of stellium related messages, so here it is. I have a 6 planets 1st house stellium, so I have a lot to say.

☆ Stelliums are a very controversial topic, as each astrologer has their own way of interpreting it. However, essentially a stellium is a focus on a certain sign or house in a chart. Some astrologers believe that 3 or more planets makes a stellium, whilst some believe 4 or more planets. I tend to go with the 3 or more planets stellium interpretation. However, I personally do not interpret asteroids or angles (asc,dc,mc,ic) as being part of a stellium and mostly focus on planets, but it really does depend on the dynamic of each chart.

☆ A stellium is much stronger if it happens between personal planets (sun-mars) or if it's a combination of personal planets and generational planets (saturn-pluto) and if the planets are in strong conjunctions. The closer to each other and the more planets, the more focused and rare the chart is.

☆ Any planet or sign that is part of this stellium will be a significant one in this person's journey. So if someone has a 2nd house stellium involving the sun, moon and mercury - then houses in which they have leo, cancer and gemini/virgo will have a focus for them as well.

☆ If not cared for enough, a stellium can turn into an obsession of a person on that particular sign's energy or house energy. That is why, it's important to find ways in which you balance the energy of your stellium and this usually works through implementing more of the opposite house's and sign's energy into your life.

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☆ 1st house stellium

A first house stellium means that there is a focus on self expression and developing this person's identity, as well as outwardly expressing their personality. These people might have strong personalities and really take pride in it, especially if the sun is involved. I find that 1st house stellium people have multiple layers to their personality. This is not to say that they are two faced, but when it comes to their identity, there is never a moment when you get bored of getting to know them as there are endless new things you can find out about them. First house stelliums embody the energy of all the planets that are found in there. The more planets, the more blend out the energy is and it might be harder to pinpoint exactly the ways in which a certain planet is coming off as. These people might have the ability to adapt to the environment they are in and portray a certain personality depending on the situation, while still appearing as their ascendant. The ascendant is the one that dictates the flavors of those energies in the house. The downside of having a first house stellium is that they can be rather individualistic to the point where they do focus way too much on themselves and live in a bubble. Also, there might be a lack of cooperation and they might find it difficult to work in a team or ask for help (not really if you have 7th house planets as well). It's always a great idea to balance with the opposite house, so spending time with your loved ones or investing in your romantic relationships or engaging in teamwork activities will help. In terms of appearance, these people are rather going to turn heads with their aura and have a sort of intriguing vibe to them. These people are straightforward and really shine whenever they are in their confidence and have so much of themselves to share with the world, they are meant to put it all out there and be appreciated for it.

☆ 2nd house stellium

Having a second house stellium means that there is a focus on the material world and possessions and depending on the sign the planets are in, you can tell a lot about what possessions actually mean for this person - this can mean that they either value money or they value spirituality and life experiences over the material. However it may be, these people have a lot of inner strength. Whenever they feel down, they do get back up and they always fight to make it on their own. There might be an issue here with wanting to keep things for themselves too much or with putting too much pressure on themselves to the point where it affects their self worth and they get insecure. They need to be careful to not rely too much on the idea that there is just one clear path for them to go on and that if they do not reach a certain status, things won't work out for them. Career is also quite important for these people, but more as a way to reach security, they are always prioritizing comfort and are quite consistent with their decisions. They might have strong values and really continuously work on their self worth. For these people, it's important to balance the energy with the 8th house, so engaging in things that have to do with shared experiences, shared finances, opening up, being vulnerable and building deep connections where they can let their guard down and relax. Also, there might be a tendency to be a bit stuck in their comfort zone and fear change, so leaning towards the 8th house and finding ways in which they can embrace change and dive deeper into the darker side of things will be really beneficial. They might own a lot of things that represent their personality - even if this means a car or a collection of stickers with spiritual meaning, they have few things that they own that have sentimental value. They are very practical and calculated people and their consistency is usually what gets them to be successful eventually and be appreciated for their integrity.

☆ 3rd house stellium

A third house stellium shows that there is an emphasis on communication or things of the mind for this person. As the 3rd house also rules the years when we are in school or our hometown, it's likely that these people either got a lot of attention in school or had some traumatic experience when they were younger, depending on the planets or signs involved. However, the purpose of a 3rd house stellium is to use their voice in order to express the things that maybe were once repressed or that they feel a deep need to talk about. These people have a lot to say and they have powerful opinions, without necessarily judging others. They can, however, get in heated arguments and sometimes get stuck into their ideas or their thoughts. 3rd house stellium people have a great eye for details and a way with words - they might be good at writing or singing or anything that involves communication, even small talk. They need to be careful not to be too keen on the details that they forget the bigger picture and should balance their 3rd house energy with the 9th house - so engage in more spiritual activities or find metaphor in their daily life and not always seek to analyze and understand the things around them, including emotions. These people can be prone to mental health issues and need to snap out of this by simply taking action. Their country of origin or their immediate and familiar surroundings will likely be an area where they will thrive and they might become well known in a very specific field or niche that they are so good at cause they are great at assimilating information and research. One of their purposes is to use their unique voice and point of view in order to speak up for those that are not able to do it themselves and so make them feel seen and understood, while they also share their potential with the world and often do that through their amazing storytelling gifts - they could even write a book or have a start-up!

☆ 4th house stellium

A fourth house stellium means that there is an emphasis on feeling secure in this life. These people might have went through an impactful childhood - either in a good way or a negative way and they usually base their decisions on the things they learned in the past. They might have a numerous family or some trouble in this area, however there is a focus on family for them. Their motivation comes from feeling safe and knowing that those around them are well. Also, they are likely to learn a lot from building a family on their own, weather this means getting married or simply owning a pet. These people are warm and caring and have this innate mother instinct that shines through. They are also quite intuitive and empathetic, however this is mostly a private area for them which they keep to themselves. The place they live in can influence their mood so much. The trouble here comes when they focus too much on being in a safe and comfortable environment or being surrounded by people they care about that they do not prioritize their growth or they tend to be a bit codependent. They need to balance the energy with the 10th house, so focus on their career and their future goals and use these really beautiful qualities they inherited from their family as an asset into putting themselves out there. Depending on the planets or sign they have here, they might not have moved a lot and when they do, it likely feels like they are out of their comfort zone, they need to build a space that encourages their growth and that's rather luxurious even. They might own a beautiful home later on in life and build their own kind of world there. These people are likely here to break family patterns that were felt for lots of generations before them and share their stories with the world or use the wisdom they gain to inspire and heal others in very profound ways.

☆ 5th house stellium

A fifth house stellium shows a person that is naturally talented or gifted. This can mean that they were basically born with a talent for drawing, singing, being really good at multiple things that enhances their personality and puts them in the spotlight. They came here to showcase these talents and they need to be careful to not to take them for granted and instead use them as a way to find meaning and pleasure in life. They can sometimes lean too much onto the idea of finding pleasure and adopt this careless attitude that focuses on prioritizing themselves before their friends - which can be both good or bad depending on the situation. These people are likely naturally good with children or they are meant to have children of their own and so keep their talents alive, they are also likely to have artists in their family or people that have, again, some really natural skill. Creativity might shine through for these people, depending on the sign and they can also be quite lucky romance wise or be natural flirts. They should be careful not to get too emerged or too obsessed with their pursuits that they forget about the world, so balancing this energy with the 11th house - with being with friends, finding a community that has the same interests as them or involving themselves in fighting for a bigger cause through their skills would help, even building an online persona. If more difficult planets are involved in this stellium, they might have difficulty with their self worth or went through some experience which made them lack the confidence they need to show their talents. Once they find that fire inside, these people are the bright stars that have a lot of admirers of their work and can be amazing leaders if they follow their passion and do not let fear lead the way, as well as really good teachers that people talk about for generations to come.

☆ 6th house stellium

A six house stellium shows someone whose focus in this lifetime is in perfecting their daily tasks in such a way that they match their future goals and get them closer to their aim. These people are action oriented perfectionists, this is why sometimes their wish to do everything in a perfect manner can stand in their way of their action-taking. It's great for these people to find balance in their life by investing in their opposing house, so engaging in spirituality, journaling, going to therapy in order to understand their subconscious mind, invest in their art, write or focus on healing their mind before their body from time to time. A six house stellium is going to be concerned with their body - the way they show up into the world, but also the way they care for their body, the things they eat, how much exercise they make, their skincare routine and how present they are with these tasks. They can sometimes get so stuck into daily things that they forget the bigger picture and they are prone to being workaholics or to burnout. It's important to take things as they come and reduce the expectations they have on themselves. Another trait of a 6th house stellium is their ability to be of service to others - depending on the sign they have in this house, they know how to be of help and really hate feeling useless, they are great at giving advice and observing the details. They are most likely to see something you are not seeing and they have a sharp mind and critical thinking. Also, having coworkers that match their values is a very important trait to them and if they cannot find that, they'd rather work alone or open their own business. As long as they do not overly engage with their daily routine and know that their discipline does not define them, that's when they can achieve the most perfectly imperfect things in life by showcasing their daily tasks that got them to the success they achieved.

☆ 7th house stellium

Having a seventh house stellium shows a lot of emphasis on relationships, socializing and discovering oneself through interactions to the other. These people are likely social, they love discovering and getting to know others and they feed on conversation. They are rational, but also extremely sensitive and can feel very deeply for those that they love, sometimes even in a psychic way. As there is a focus on the other, the problem here arrives when these people overidentify with their partner, their best friend, their family - they rely their whole being on them and they forget about their own needs and wants, they ask everyone about what they should do and they do not make decisions that are in tune with their own authenticity, they might be people pleasers during their darkest times and completely get lost in making people like them. This is why, they need to get themselves out of their comfort zone once in a while and focus on first house themes - take decisions on impulse and trust their intuition, speak up on what is bothering them and even spend time alone to self reflect or invest in some personal activity. This will help them find balance and the harmony that they are always looking for in relationships. These people could even become known for their successful love story. Their potential won't be the same without someone being there to watch them as well, so they are the perfect example of harmonized work, relationships and personal life in time, great multitaskers and storytellers too! Just need to tap into their shadow side, not be afraid to ask around and explore what they are capable of. They came into this life in order to search for people that match their values and to learn to set boundaries and say no to those that don't, they came here to inspire others and lead them with their soft skills, they came here to make others feel loved and in turn, get to know their own potential, which is huge.

☆ 8th house stellium

Having an eight house stellium shows that this person's emphasis is on things that are rather taboo, dark or private. This person is likely to be someone that does not enjoy being in the spotlight (especially if they have personal planets here), but they are amazing when it comes to behind the scenes. What this means is that these people have the ability to read and understand others in a really deep way, so much so that they do not need things explained in words, as they just feel the vibe. This is why, they would be really great in jobs that require them to use their intuition or jobs that require them to do the secret, insider type of behind-the-scenes work, no matter the industry they work in. However, they would do perfect psychologists, psychics or even undercover workers of some sort. These people are passionate and can dive really deep into the subject they are interested in an completely get immersed into that. The problem here is that stellium energy is very obsessive and 8th house energy is the same, so putting these together can get a person to become obsessed with a subject, a situation, another person even to the point where they might stalk this area or to the point where they do not care for their basic needs, such as food, just to spend time observing and investigating this subject. Another challenge for an 8th house stellium is the fact that they are able to feel so much what others are feeling makes them really sensitive and can get easily hurt if they do not separate the bad things that happen into the world from them. It's important for them to balance this energy with the 2nd house energy, so to spend time focusing on the material, on making sure they spend time showcasing their skills through work, but also searching for stability and going away from change and chaos from time to time. These people can also have a sexual energy to them and are likely always in an ongoing personal transformation, even due to the things they had to go through in the past. These people are meant to help others heal, as they are open to the dark like no one else and they have the potential to discover hidden truths, while also discovering themselves.

☆ 9th house stellium

Having a 9th house stellium means that there is a focus on wisdom, beliefs and constantly looking for meaning. These people hold a lot of inner wisdom that just seems to come out of nowhere, as if they were born with it. They are the ones that are not afraid to make mistakes and that take every experience as one to be learned from. You see these people chasing their impulses and the fire within. It's likely that they will move a lot in this lifetime or travel - these are things that help them see the world differently and fuels their wisdom. They might have a culturally diverse background or they might be interested in foreign cultures or foreign languages. If this is not them, then they are the readers, the mind travelers, the spiritualists or religious people that search for eternal questions of the mind. They usually find themselves asking how the world was created and what's wrong or what is right, what's moral and what's not and they have really well thought beliefs. The problem with a 9th house stellium comes when they need to go a bit deeper than life philosophies, when they need to not base all their decision on experience, but rather on facts or on emotions. These people might feel as if darker things in life make them want to run away, in their endless search for spirit, they might shy away from anything that involves emotion or face to face communication, as they do not like getting caught by and being stuck in details. This is why, an advice for them is to invest more time in the 3rd house - to try to listen to what people actually have to say and not what they believe in, to try to see a person besides their spiritual beliefs and music taste - but instead to look at their life struggles and their emotions. What's challenging for a 9th house stellium is to have confrontational conversations that make them feel uncomfortable. As a paradox, the 9th house is all about getting out of their comfort zone, but for them getting out of their comfort zone is staying in their immediate comfort and not trying to escape, they might be surprised how good it feels. The purpose of these people is to go forward with ideas and belief systems that have been studied and felt for generations and to ask the right questions at the right time, so much so that they change people's lives with their positive way of living.

☆ 10th house stellium

A 10th house stellium person is likely going to have an amazing work ethic and find pleasure through investing time in their career. These people are likely to achieve great success in their career and even be recognized as a public persona. The place where they most shine is the moment when they spend their time being productive, organized and working on their goals. The sign can influence the energy a lot, so you don't have to be a super organized person if you have this placement, but you likely have your own personalized way of organization that works for you. They are motivated and sometimes overly critical of themselves, as they always want to reach and do more than they can even take on honestly. This is why they push themselves beyond their limit every time and it's important to stop and asses their process and praise themselves before they move on, they often don't know how much they have done. A good way to do this is for them to focus on the opposite house energy, which is their 4th house - take time to rest, spend time with family, be lazy and allow people around them to slow them down. It's all right to be behind with schedule and it's all right to be human and not feel like a robot 24/7. The problem can come when they have some personal issue that interferes with their daily work. Usually, if they find themselves being more productive than usual, it's a sign that there is something in their personal life that they are trying to avoid by diving deep into their most safe space - work. These people could sometimes get sick because of overworking, so please listen to your body and slow down if you do not feel very good. Overall, they are the ones that help everyone else organize, but the ones that can also do the small tasks - so they would be amazing managers or most likely find success in any area they are going for, as they actually do the work, put in the effort and get so much pay off in time.

☆ 11th house stellium

An eleventh house stellium person will have their focus on matters of the future, groups of people and environments. These people are the ones that are great when it comes to coming up with innovative ideas in order to revolutionize a generation. In today's world, an 11th house stellium can be seen either vouching for a good cause at a protest or creating their own non-governmental organization or being an internet star. People that have more planets in this house are likely naturally good at technology or at least the internet or they are very skilled when it comes to some unique niche interest of their and they often lead people onto the right direction with their minds. These people are selfless and unfortunately can sometimes care too much about their environment and not enough about their own needs, so it's important for them to balance this energy with the 5th house energy and try engage into creative, artistic outlets or simply just do any activity such as going out or even watching movies just for their own pleasure - without needing to share it with anyone and without needing to make a purpose or a cause out of it. However, they do not necessarily have to be internet stars to be seen, they could even go the other route of being against social media and engaging in a very hippie, healthy way of living or simply choose a traditional route when everyone goes for the modern - anything that makes them stand out. They can also feel misunderstood sometimes because of this and alone, but finding the right community that shares the same interests as them or just the right small group of friends with the same values will do wonders. These people can also be rather controversial, as they are most likely the first ones to start a trend, a movement or be bold enough to take a chance to think and express themselves differently compared to the environment they grew up in.

☆ 12th house stellium

A 12th house stellium has their focus on the outer reality, but not necessarily a material one. These people are extremely selfless and would give a lot just to simply help someone. As the 12th house can also represent karma, these people might have had some lessons in their early life and even later on that felt karmic - it made them feel as if they did not do anything to deserve such experience and since they have been there, they have such a deep ability to be compassionate and understand where everyone is coming from. However, their past experiences made them feel small and helpless and this is the reason why they believe that making themselves small in the first place and being there for others more than their own is going to bring them good karma in return (this belief is at a subconscious level). When in reality, their ultimate purpose in this lifetime is to find themselves. Unless they stop giving their all to everyone in hopes to get something in return and actually take the matter in their own hands and fight for themselves, they will likely feel lost. These people have such artistic and intuitive souls, they absorb the energy around them and are very strong as they can endure things for long, but the real challenge is to go onto the journey of discovering themselves and find out how amazingly it feels to put yourself first and feel happy through balancing with the opposite 6th house and focus on the present moment, learn to prioritize their needs and focus on moving their body and taking the days step by step. These people came here to show us a lesson of how much you can heal the world by healing yourself - just do that and let the magic unfold.

#astrology #stellium #longpost #zodiac #signs #aries #taurus #gemini #scorpio #libra #sagittarius #capricorn #virgo #aquarius #pisces #leo #cancer #posted #houses

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technowoah · 3 years

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Hi! If you do tommyinnit x reader (romantic), I would like one where reader is tubbo's sister perhaps? She would have the feature reader has still not tubbos. Maybe they meet when tubbo and tommy meet up and he just kinda starts to like her? If not that's ok! -paw <3

Prepare For Trouble Make it Double

I hope this suffices 😋

Requested!

Romantic(?)

Tommyinnit x Tubbo's sister!reader (blurb?)

⚠︎ its tommy so it'll be slight swearing-

It wasn't a secret that Tubbo had siblings, he had Lani of course, but what people didn't know that he had another sister closer to his age.

You tended to stay out of the spotlight, for reasons. Streaming was interesting but not your fortè. You usually tended to stay behind the camera when Tubbo was streaming or off to the side quietly talking to him as he did his own lore or sitting on Lani's bed doing your own thing listening to her talking to her viewers.

Your siblings never tried to convince you to go out of your comfort zone and appear on streams, only once in a blue moon you would talk to Lani out of frame. Lani of course would respond, the chat would freak out asking if you were a friend, finally the moment was gone as fast as it came.

Thats how days go in their household. Tending to hover around eachother and whatever they were doing at the moment. But it was this one particular moment when Tubbo was streaming and he suddenly decided to bring you on to show his 700k viewers that he had another sister.

He had pulled up a brown folding chair next to him and patted it beckoning you to sit down in frame.

Tubbo was currently streaming on the Dream SMP, you didnt think he was doing lore today so you hesitated a little bit. Other days you wouldn't have budged out of your spot out of sight, but he looked so excited in his yellow jumper you had bought for him whe going to out to the shops.

In a unrelated note You remember saying that "yellow is your color" and he ended up buying it, and his stans loved the jumper. So a win win.

"C'mon Y/N!" He yelled as continued to pat the folding chair next to him.

You ended up shuffling over to the seat next to him and smiling at the camera. Over in the corner of your eye you saw the chat which was going 1 million miles an hour. You saw some comments that were basically copypastas of other comments in the chat. It was basically nonsense, now the only thought in your mind is that you're going to make an uproar on twitter.

"This is my sister chat!" Tubbo said while shaking you around by the shoulders making the both of you laugh.

"Yes chat! I have more siblings" he continued while rocking back and forth in his gamer chair.

He continued to answer more questions and ask you some too, wanting to include you in the stream.

"Lani isn't the only one! My big sister is just shy."

"I just chose not to be on their streams! I was in the background of Lani's streams though."

"Out of frame. Dosent count." Tubbo said bluntly while still walking around SnowChester in the Dream Smp not looking your way.

You could still see the chat in the corner and you couldnt tear your eyes off of it. It was slight glare from the lights and the sun shining in his gaming room. He always had the lights bright in his room. The chat was spamming purple hearts and either still freaking out that Tubbo had a sister. It was getting old to you, so you decided to lean into Tubbo's space focusing on his screen as he quickly hopped around the map.

He continued talking to chat about anything else, but your presence. He continued to talk about gathering supplies and what he needed to bring back to SnowChester. You knew a lot about the Dream Smp lore because you weren't in it. Spending time on Twitter interacting with people and their theories and also making theories and showing them to Tubbo and him debunking them, or accepting them in some way.

"So we need some more lapis." Tubbo said suddenly after being quiet for a while.

"I can help you!" You said wanting to be apart of the stream.

You might as well, you're already here.

"I dont think you can help, 'cause you're not on your account. Plus it'll be awkward with your laptop." Tubbo said while speeding through his water transportation system.

"Well I can just point it out to you." You said while leaning back into your seat.

"Talk to the chat while I go mine for lapis."

"Fine then." You smirked as you turned your attention to the speeding words in the chat.

"Is there a slow mode on this?!" You laughed.

Tubbo laughed as well. "This is on slow mode!"

You both screamed in fake agony and then turned your attention back to the chat where the you caught a few questions. You were about to answer until the chat stopped for a quick second and you saw one comment out of all for a quick second.

✔tommyinnit: HI TUBBO'S SISTER IM TOMMY LETS MAKE A VIDEO TOGETHER

After that comment the whole chatt was just spamming the word 'TOMMY' or 'TOMMY IS IN CHAT'. That confused you even more than that comment.

When you did know about the Dream Smp you also knew a little bit about who Tubbo hangs out with. You knew about the time Tubbo had met up with Wilbur Soot, Philza, and Tommy. And that prompted you to look up their individual accounts and get into their content.

You knew about Tommy and his character and channel, you enjoyed his content a lot as well, but you wanted to play around a little bit. Hopefully Tubbo will play along.

"Why is the chat spamming Tommy?"

"Tommy? You know Tommy don't you?" Tubbo asked with a small bit of shock in his voice.

"No I dont, who's Tommy?" You asked again, acting oblivious.

"Oh. Oh well then, Tommy is like my best friend, we're actually meeting up soon!" Tubbo said with excitement.

He continued. "You hear that chat! You get Tommy and Tubbo content!

You had lost interest in Tubbo talking with his chat about hanging out in Brighton with Tommy again. Your eyes drifted towards the chat again and saw Tommy comment in the chat again.

✔tommyinnit: HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM

✔tommyinnit: I WILL NOT MAKE A VIDEO WITH YOU ANYMORE

"Well Tommy I dont have an account so, sorry I cant get you views whoever you are." You said responding to Tommy with a smirk.

"Woke up and chose violence huh?" Tubbo laughed and you joined in as well.

"Tommy chose violence today too."

"You both are violent you will be nice together." Tubbo said with his focus still in his screen.

"Together?!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah together!" Tubbo said matching your energy.

You rolled you eyes and continued answering other comments instead of thinking about Tubbo's answer.

After that whole, incredibly longer than you thought, stream Tubbo decides to invite you along to their little meeting. Which you didnt know how you found yourself walking along Brighton's rocky shore in old Crocs. You were walking along the shoreline letting the cold water come up and hit your feet every so often.

He was waiting for Tommy at the moment, but you wanted to walk for a bit, he let you ho on by yourself while he waited for Tommy by himself.

You were quite a long way from where Tubbo seated himself on the rocks, you were doing your own thing looking at people who stared back at you for temporarily blocking their line of view of the shore, and little kids who decide to run away from their parents who weren't paying attention. Your peaceful walk got interrupted by your thoughts because you were quite a long way from Tubbo's resting place.

You started to head back, following back the way you came, but this time picking up the pace a bit to reach your destination. As you came upon Tubbo you saw a taller figure approach Tubbo and they seemed to greet eachother, it was hard to see where you were standing. Of course it was Tommy so the two of them started talking about who knows what, until Tubbo pointed your way.

As you kept walking, Tubbo continued to wave you over enthusiastically. You waved back with the same energy, finally making your way over to the both of them.

"What's up?" You asked the two of them with a smirk.

"Nothing much! Apparently you two haven't met before! So Tommy this is Y/N! Y/N thjs is Tommy!" Tubbo user hand gestures to introduce eachother.

You held your hand for Tommy to shake it, "Hey Tommy! Im a big fan."

"Big fan?! I thought you said you didn't know me?" Tommy exclaimed.

He was a lot less shouty in real life, than online. He was still loud, but to a lesser extent.

"Yeah I lied back then." You sent him a huge grin.

Tommy scoffed and groaned a little, "I cant belive you fuckers lied to me."

"Im actually a big fan. Well not big, but a fan at least." You laughed.

Apparently you and Tommy were the only ones standing while Tubbo typed on his phone while sitting back on the rocks not paying attention and letting you both talk amongst yourselves.

"Oh! That's an honor that Tubbo's big sister like my videos." Tommy's eyes widened slightly as he talked to you.

"Big sister only by 1 year! It's close!" Tubbo complanied, looking up from his phone.

"It still count big man." Tommy said to his friend.

"Thanks Tommy!" You thanked the tall man standing next to you.

"It's only a year! It dosent count! We're the same age!" Your brother continued to complain.

After the laughter and joking around calmed down you and Tommy stood there awkwardly until he spoke up again.

"Well good thing I know what I have to deal with. I cant deal with one of you, now I have to deal with two." Tommy joked around taking a seat next to Tubbo.

The exact moment when Tommy took a seat next to Tubbo, Tubbo shot up from his spot on the ground.

"Do you think we can do Uber Eats here?" Tubbo asked as he stood up.

You say down next to Tommy. "Yeah maybe if you go to a certain place and not say "the beach".

"I'll go to the pizza place and order there. What do you both want?" Tubbo asked, ready to put in any order.

"Just get McDonald's really." You sighed leaning back on the rocks.

"Im not hungry." Tommy said bluntly.

Tubbo nodded and walked away from you both leaving you two to sit in silence for a while with the small waves crashing, and kids having their own fun. It was a comfortable silence to you, but Tommy kept figeting over where he sat criss-crossed.

Tommy finally spoke up. "Im actually fucking starving ya know?

"No I don't! You should've asked for food!" You laughed in disbelief.

Tommy sighed. "Do you want to get some food and ditch Tubbo for now?"

Your eyes widened, not opposed to the idea, but was this his plan the whole time?

He continued on, "We could go sit at that pizza place and order some food there. Just the two of us until Tubbo freaks out."

You opened your mouth to protest leaving your brother in the dark, but he beat you to it.

"Dont worry about Tubbo! Stuff rolls off his back easy."

"No it dosent-"

"Yeah it does! You wanna just go out with me now?!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Are you getting annoyed?" You asked amused at his words.

"No I am not I just-"

"Yeah I want to go to the pizza place now. I would love to Tommyinnit." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Both of you got up and made your way over to that small pizza diner close to the beach. You only could hope this goes as well as you wanted it to

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darthmaulification · 3 years

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Hey! Can I please make a request for a short Drabble where reader is Grogu’s nanny aboard the Razor Crest and Din develops a crush on her, but once he and the reader start visiting Grogu at Jedi School on weekends, Luke develops a crush as well? Doesn’t have to end up with either, but I would like to see either guy’s rivalry and slight jealousy (with Reader’s obliviousness).

A/N: ... okay so, i really got into the whole crush aspect of your request, anon, and this basically became a romantic prose piece. when i looked back to see what you had initially wanted, my product was... about thrice removed from the original prompt. 💀

i think i got some of the points??? like there’s din and luke and they’re both in love with reader and they both have a bit of rivalry with the other and basically that’s what matters??? please forgive me, anon, the ghost of sappho took my body over and forced me to write yearning love poetry!! 🙏 sis forced my hand!! 😭

though if there’s enough interest for it, i can always make a follow up for this, like from reader’s perspective, and write something a lil more in depth (once i get requests finished up that is). 😊

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: nothing but din and luke pining for reader, gn!reader (for the most part), use of she/her pronouns, fluff, but also a smidgen of angst 👁👁, perspective difference!!, kind of a commentary on mandalorian and jedi culture?? (mostly jedi culture lmao)

word count: 1,524

You’re beautiful.

He sees it now how your face lights up like candles being lit when his son succeeds at doing another one of his Jedi tricks. Joy illuminates your face like a spotlight, your soft cheers and kind praise make the whole room warmer. Din watches Grogu leap into your arms, cooing and squealing like he’s been given candy. It makes Din’s heart leap when you kiss his son on the head, and smile so warmly it’s like your lips become sunshine.

Din is infinitely grateful for his helmet in this moment, his face feels like it’s been too close to a fire. His fingers pick at a fraying stitch on his gloves, to prevent his hands from shaking in his lap. He hopes that the Jedi, who is standing casually across the room near you and Grogu, doesn’t notice. Din hopes you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

I’m in love.

The sentence slips through the cracks of his thoughts the way a sunrise peeks over the horizon. You look over at him, holding up Grogu triumphantly in your hands like you would a prize, and he sucks in a breath because suddenly it feels like all he can see is you. You and Grogu, you and his son.

Please be my riduur.

“Did you see that? Wasn’t it amazing?” And Din forces himself to dip his head in a slight nod, because the Jedi is also looking at him with piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. His heart pounding, and when you laugh, and it sounds like summertime when everything is good and happy.

People love, he thinks as he stares at you, and suddenly his palms are sweaty and he feels the need to tap his foot, but Mandalorians love harder.

I dream about you every night, think about you when I lie awake. You’re always holding sunflowers, and the nightmares don’t touch me then.

Mandalorians love like there is nothing else in the universe more valuable, nothing more precious, not their vibroblades, their blasters, or even their beskar.

Giving up a blaster and a vibroblade in order to save you from that hut’uun came to me like breathing, I didn’t even think about it... I would’ve given up my beskar’gam too. I still would.

Mandalorians love with their souls laid bare, they love with their entire body, they love with sacred vows, exchanged beskar rings, their riduur’s name engraved on their hal’cabur, above their heart.

When you slept beside me one night, I whispered the entire marriage vow to you in Mando’a. You looked so peaceful bathed in the light of the moon, the silvery glow making you look holy. I’ll admit, it came out mostly accidentally, but it felt so normal, natural even. I wish you hadn’t been asleep.

Mandalorians love in spite of death, they love in the face of it. They love like warriors.

I had gotten shot. All I remember is you holding me in your arms, hands pressed over the wound. I was in pain, and you were crying, covered in blood and dirt, but you were so warm. I’m still unsure if I had actually said what I think I said:

“I care about you too much to leave you.”

He wants to tell you all of this, but he’s never been much of a romantic, or much of a speaker in general, so the words falter on his tongue each time he’s tried. And Din’s tried so many times. You say something to the Jedi, and it makes a sudden, surprising fury bubble in his chest, the vile rising to his throat. Din has to bite his tongue to hold back from shouting:

Don’t talk to her, di’kut jetii! You are undeserving of her words, of her time, of her presence. Unworthy! You can’t give her what I can, shabuir.

You look over at him again, and the hot anger dies completely, leaving him powerless before you. Din felt this way each time he’s tried to tell you how much you mean to him.

I love you, cyare.

It feels like your eyes are boring holes straight through his beskar, through his flight suit, singing his skin with their warmth. Din bites his cheek so hard he tastes copper.

You smile. It’s like the dawn.

You are the sun— His sun— of his universe, and his eyes burn from the light.

Din basks in the rays, and his heartbeat starts to slow to it’s normal, steady rhythm.

Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow.

You’re beautiful.

He sees it now in how your entire expression blooms into one of pure joy when his padawan successfully levitates the crates. It radiates in your aura, the waves of mirth traveling further than your respectfully quiet cheers and meaningful praise. Luke watches as the child leaps into your embrace, babbling without forming any actual words. Something inside Luke lurches when you place a kiss on Grogu’s head, and when your vibrant smile dissolves his willpower.

Luke draws the Force in on himself, welcoming the sturdiness it brings. He tries to ignore how his palm has gotten sweaty, but he clenches his hand into a fist and hastily relaxes it. Focus, let in calmness like a breeze. Luke hopes that the Mandalorian, sitting stiff and looming on a far bench, doesn’t notice his moment of vulnerability. He pulls the Force closer, and hopes you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

I’m in love.

The thought springs up in his mind the way shoots of new grass breach top soil in spring time. You glance over at him as you lift the child, and the look is as quick and fleeting as blossoms on trees, but it floats in the Force like dandelion seeds, and Luke is painfully aware of how consuming you are.

Please don’t do this to me.

“Did you see that? Wasn’t it amazing?” And Luke catches your eye, offering you the smallest smile he can afford without it breaking. You look to the Mandalorian, and Luke follows your gaze because he can’t compel himself to do much else. The Mandalorian’s visor is dark like the night, and flashes when he nods his head. Luke feels his heart sink when he senses it from him, a yearning so deep he nearly drowns in it.

People love, Luke thinks and he feels all at once envious and angry and so achingly acquiescent, because Jedi cannot.

I swore by the Code years ago, but I look at you and doubt it all. It can’t be that I’m this willing to rethink everything.

Jedi are forbidden from having attachments, they cannot pursue romantic interests. Love leads to passion, and it all is an influence of the Dark. Luke knows this. He’s fallen to it before.

I’ve spent decades forgetting how deeply I cared for him! But I am reminded daily of my father, every time I look in the mirror, I see his eyes. How dare you pull me back into this cruel trap! I can’t do this again.

Luke contains himself. Jedi value peace of mind, they extend the sentiment to upholding it in the galaxy as well. They do not do it out of love, but out of obligation, out of honor, because of what’s right. They are not love.

When I first met you it was like I’d seen you before, in a past life. It was like retracing my steps, following the trail backwards, revisiting something I had passed. Despite it all, I had moved forward and took my padawan from you and the Mandalorian, plucked him from you like a petal off a flower. I watched you wilt.

Luke reminds himself. Jedi do not love. Focus is key. The Force is everything.

But you are too.

Luke has to swallow in order to make sure the words never reach his mouth, and it’s like eating thorns. You turn back to him and the look in your eyes is tender like butterfly wings. The pink in your cheeks reminds Luke of windflowers.

“Thank you again, Luke,” His soul shivers when his name sounds in your voice, “It’s so kind of you to teach Grogu.”

As he replies and tells you it’s a pleasure, he almost spills everything to you, but an abruptness shifts the energy of the room. There is a lurking anger that crawls at him through the Force, entwines him like ivies. The Mandalorian fumes, the wrath trembles like billowing leaves. Don’t. Undeserving. Unworthy.

Luke forces himself to agree and squashes down everything, pushing each painful emotion into the deepest parts of him. He watches you look to the Mandalorian, your aura flowers with affection, love.

I love you.

His resolve is fading, again. Luke reminds himself, again. Jedi do not love. Jedi do not love. Jedi do not love.

You smile, and it stings his soul like nettle.

Luke forces himself to ignore that your eyes say different things when they settle on the Mandalorian than they had him. The thought feels like eating bittersweet berries.

Briefly, he revels in what could have been.

It’s for the best.

A/N: i thought i would add another note at the end of this to explain exactly what the heck i was saying with the word soup i just wrote.

first, din is so hopelessly in love with reader that it hurts. like physically makes his heart ache. i feel that when din falls in love, he falls in love. it consumes him. i wrote a lot of sun/light imagery to portray the overwhelming, all-encompassing love din feels for reader. you are the sun that warms him, and burns him.

second, i purposely made luke have an even more tragic, even more conflicted crush on reader, on purpose, hahaha i am evil. 😈 he loves you, but forces himself not to. he tells himself that the jedi code means more. luke chooses to suffer because he knows that’s how it must be. there’s some plant/nature symbolism thrown throughout because that’s just the theme that i thought vibed with luke the most.

and that mention of anakin? i subscribe to the headcanon that luke really did love his dad, and just wanted him in his life, but of course, vader ultimately died. luke took a heavy blow from that, learned it hurts to love.

also, regarding the mini-rivalry that takes place, it’s through the force (if that wasn’t obvious) and it’s essentially another example of luke surrendering his own wants/desires and simultaneously din firmly declaring his love for you. it’s kinda meant to be the “understanding” between the two that clearly establishes who “wins” the reader.

... this was all one giant metaphor, huh?

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golden-wingseos · 3 years

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isle abode

featuring —

✧ eula x f!reader

warnings ―

✧ rumors, mc is from fontaine

notes ―

✧ written for a friend

synopsis ―

✧ while at a party filled with lowly nobles, eula asks you for a dance

Mankind’s fatal flaw was prejudice. Assumptions and hatred thrown at someone due to their last name was fairly common in Mondstadt, especially aimed at descendants of aristocrats who were long gone.

And perhaps it was because of those rumors that you—a foreigner—were able to befriend the infamous Eula Lawrence so fluently. Like a river coursing into the ocean, maybe the stars had aligned to bring you into her life.

Yes, that’s right. Her cold, desolate life. A life driven by vengeance and desperation, a void that she struggled to crawl out of everyday.

It was cold. But you, you were like a flame. And she, maybe she was the person who discovered fire for the first time. Its everlasting warmth in times of cold, cold like this night, cold like the moonlight and the stares she got every time she did something so minor like going outside.

Glancing ahead of her, it was as if the cryo-visioned woman was an island in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but ocean and sea. Here, in this noble party arranged by the Ragnvindr head, Eula was a stranger. A stranger to all these nobles, yet so familiar with those icy stares.

And then you arrived. You and your beautiful Fontaine garments that she would never grow tired of. Unlike Mondstadt, Fontaine was still stuck in a limbo of fancy hats and clothes— as if they were still in the Victorian era.

But that’s not what matters. Here, you were gorgeous, stunning— everything. You were everything to her and everything in general. Now, you were a boat approaching her island, untouched island that nobody dared to know or get close to.

“[Name],” Eula greeted formally, a kind smile on her face as she stared past the side of your head, unfazed at the way those good-for-nothing nobles hid behind their eccentric fans, murmurs and gossip already beginning to spread.

“Eula,” You returned her greeting, bowing politely in a performer-like manner, a signature of Fontaine, your home.

“Care to dance with this sinner?” Holding a gloved hand out generously, a fond smile graced the woman’s lips. Her sky blue hair seemed to shimmer like a beach under the diamond-lantern’s lights, the grin on her face reminding you so benevolently of warmth, such a contrast compared to her crystal-azure vision.

Like a wildfire, rumors already began to spread. Malicious deceits of “Lady [Name] must be blackmailed into dancing with that… thing” and “Poor Lady [Name]... maybe she should’ve stayed in Fontaine” were the hot topic of those nobles, yet even so,

Eula swore. In this little island of hers, this isolated spot with just you and her— she could not hear a single thing. Lies were just lies, rumors were just rumors, truth would never be found in an endless hole of darkness.

So she shone a light. A spotlight only she could see, a light that landed directly on you as you placed your hand in her gloved one. For once, Eula cursed the fabric for getting in between the opportunity of being able to hold your fingers fully, but at the same time, she was grateful for her calluses and scars would never be shown to you.

Because maybe if you learned who she— Eula Lawrence— truly was, you would’ve run like the others. Flee from this island of hers, all because of myths.

“Of course,” You replied with a smile equally as kind as hers, equally as transparent and adoring. You heard those rumors too, definitely, yet you didn’t heed a single thing.

That. That was what the Spindrift Knight fell for. Your genuine search for the truth, a truth that had been shrouded with so many fakes that even she would fall for it if she weren’t careful.

“In truth, Lady Eula,” you held one of her hands in yours, the other swung around her neck for support, “I’m not a very good dancer.”

The woman giggled quietly, moonkissed eyes crinkling in amusement before retaining her previous calm facade.

“That’s alright, just leave it to me, Lady [Name].”

Her gloved hand wrapped around your waist, swinging you along as if she had danced with you numerous times before. Like a lotus on water, Eula was quick to substitute any of your missteps or mistakes, not batting an eye every time you stepped on her feet.

Hair swaying like it was truly an ocean wave, the light taps of her shoes and smalltalk that left her lips were all so alluring. Maybe if this were a mythic time, Eula would be the siren and you would be the bystander. But here, you would willingly give up your life just to hear her voice that seemed to drip with a chilled honey.

That sounds weird, you thought, partially thankful that Eula was not paying attention to your facial expressions, too busy guiding you along the dance floor. Her hand fit so perfectly on your waist, you wondered if it was meant to be there. Perhaps, it was.

Slowing down, the piano and violin came to a stop, signaling the end of the first dance of the night.

Releasing your waist from her hold, Lady Eula bowed politely with her head bent slightly down to the ground, your grip on reality finally becoming tangible once you returned her bow.

“Thank you, Lady [Name].”

“For what?”

Eula smiled. She smiled so faintly, so honestly to your eyes as her smooth pale skin seemed to shine.

“For that dance.”

Preparing to turn around and leave, your body seemed to move faster than your brain could react. With one hand wrapped around the knight’s sleeve, your ears and cheeks suddenly felt hot from the sudden movement.

“Yes?” Eula glanced at your hand, then your face— an amused expression dusted her face like pixie dust as you stared at the floor in shame.

“Ah, I apologize for my rudeness,” you let go of her wrist, “but would you perhaps like to accompany me to the balcony?” In your peripheral, you spotted an open doorway, the moon and stars glimmering past it like a paradise that you could only enter once.

For this moment, you’d like to enter it with her—the sinner—Eula Lawrence. Maybe past those doors, she could soar like she deserved, untouched by the cruel thorns that were cultivated by lowly rumors.

Already coming up beside you, Eula rested a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the balcony you seemed to stare so dreamily at.

“Why of course, my lady.”

Your heart exploded.

Each step felt like you were dragging weights, the thought of Eula’s hand resting on your lower back occupying your mind like how a dying man would only think about living.

Stepping out onto the pearl white balcony, golden railings lined the side, dulling compared to the cryo-visioned woman that stood beside you.

The night was cold, yet for some reason, you felt warm. An indescribable kind of warm, like you were home after venturing out for so long.

“[Name],” Eula dropped the formalities, a shiver running down your spine from the way your name rolled off her lips. Like an iceberg being flipped or a knight’s oath, the heat from the absent sun was nothing that could compare to this feeling. This feeling of love.

You glanced at her, surprised to see she was already staring at you. Staring, staring like you were the most magnificent painting in the world, staring like you were the only thing in the world, this cruel, cold world.

Her eyes. They were like dawn, the sun peeking through the once-dark sky. They looked like all of your dreams personified, everything and anything you’ve ever wanted laid inside those same irises and pupils.

“Yes?”

It was silent—so much so that you could hear the sound of crickets and the way nobles chattered in such an unsophisticated manner. Yet once again, with her, with her and her stardust eyes, her and her ocean blue hair,

Her. For it was all about her.

Studying you like a puzzle, Eula gently took your hands in hers, the chilling feeling of her gloved fingers wrapping around yours, interlacing so perfectly you swore, this galaxy, this era, this moment was made for just her.

They say a knight’s oath is one of the most honorable moments in a knight’s life.

Today, Eula’s oath to you was to love you unconditionally.

Can you see it? In those dawn-blessed eyes?

“Speak,”

“I love you.”

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