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author's note: now here are those wholesome sibling relationships we have all come to love and expect from my story!
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Nakawe Palace // Armorican State Visit - Day 2
REPORTER | ...I'm live outside of Nakawe Palace, where the press and members of the public alike have gathered following unconfirmed reports that Crown Princess Rosalind has, for 3 years, conducted a secret relationship. REPORTER | This afternoon, Uspanian tabloid The Concordia Times broke the story of the Crown Princess's relationship with Komrebigan national—and accused murderer—Hakane Satō, also known as Mary Yokoyama. REPORTER | [offscreen] In 2013, Yokoyama was named as a person of interest in the still-unsolved disappearance of her husband, Noah Satō. She was questioned by Komorebigan police in 2013 and again in 2014, but released without charge. Blackwell Palace has yet to comment on this developing story... MARY | [offscreen] Are you sure this is a good idea? ROSALIND | Do you have a better one? MARY | No, but give me a week— ROSALIND | We don't have a week. ROSALIND | [in Komorebigo] Darling, is everything alright? You seem upset. MARY | [forcing a smile] I'm fine. [knock on door] ROSALIND | That's them, now. ROSALIND | You're late. MARY | Good to see you both. EMILY | Don't look at me! I was ready to go while he was still putting his contacts in. FREDERICK | Sorry. I was late getting back from Canarís. I ran into an old friend... ROSALIND | Well...whatever! Come in! Sit down! We need to talk... ROSALIND | So...I'm sure you've seen the news by now. FREDERICK | Heck, I've seen the reporters. They're still all outside, by the way. EMILY | Frederick... ROSALIND | Can you not be a smug know-it-all for 15 minutes? This is serious. ROSALIND | We don't know how the story got out. We're looking into potential leaks, but in the meantime, we can't allow the press to run with this. The longer it's in the headlines, the worse it'll be for the family. EMILY | I'm so sorry, Your Highness. This must be so difficult— FREDERICK | You've got friends in the press. Can't you get Vance Marshall or one of his cronies to kill this one for you? He's done it before. ROSALIND | It's too late for that. It's all over the Uspanian press and the major Armorican networks have already picked it up. Our only option now is damage control, and we'll need something big to bury this one. ROSALIND | [sighs] We need you. Both of you. EMILY | Both of us? FREDERICK | I don't think I like where this is headed... ROSALIND | [offscreen] The only thing that people love more than a royal scandal is a royal wedding. EMILY | ... FREDERICK | ... FREDERICK | Roz, are you shitting me? EMILY | Frederick— FREDERICK | You want me to propose just to bury an embarrassing story? ROSALIND | What's the big deal? You were going to do it, anyway— FREDERICK | get shit from the press every single day of my life! And you have never once lifted a finger to defend me, but I'm supposed to make major life decisions to spare you a couple weeks of bad press? ROSALIND | [offscreen] I am the Crown Princess— FREDERICK | Yeah! I know! You've never once let anyone forget it. ROSALIND | [offscreen] —I have to be beyond reproach. ROSALIND | Unlike you, I do not have the luxury of making mistakes. Everything I do has to be perfect, for the sake of the entire family! Everyone depends on me, Freddy! Do you really think the Armorican taxpayer would keep paying for your fuck-ups if I wasn't included in the bargain? FREDERICK | Oh, poor you, it must be sOoOo fucking hard being the chosen one! ROSALIND | IT'S NOT MY FAULT I WAS BORN FIRST YOU ENTITLED LITTLE— EMILY | [offscreen] [sobs] FREDERICK | ...Em?
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Desert Lily #1
(Kankuro Sabaku)
[Art work is not mine! Credit to unknown]
Requested by: Myself
[Idea (somewhat) inspired by the imagine above]
Keys:
Y/N: Your Name
Word Count: 4,123
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Definitely going to do a part #2 and #3 cause I like this story line
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     I hum softly to myself as I walk through the empty hallways of the Hokage mansion. I'm not a fan of the place. The muniment gives me the creeps; as do its residents.
Well, just Lord Fifth. The way he slithers around the huge place, appearing where he pleases when he pleases. Given it is rightfully his home and always has been. Nepo-baby at its finest. Though I shouldn't be so harsh. Temari and Kankuro hold high standings in the village because of their father right alongside our Hokage.
I should take it as an honor that our Lord welcomes me into his home, even if it doesn't seem he does it willingly.
As if Kankuro's emotionally underdeveloped brother could hear my thoughts, a door swings open with the Sand's Kage walking out of it. He's wrapped up in his official robes, the Kage hat coating his face heavily from the oversizing. A big hat for a big-headed Hokage. I smile a bit at that. I’m really mean, perhaps I should be nice to my village's leader. Or at the very least, be nice to the little brother of the man courting me.
"Lord Fifth," I mumble, bowing my head down. If my thoughts can't be nice, my body language can be.
"Do not bow to me," he huffs, my eyes catching a glimpse of the end of his robes as he walks toward me.
"I didn't know you didn't appreciate respect," I mumble, snapping my head back up. I shouldn't have said that. My big mouth always getting in the way.
Gaara tilts his head some, a sliver of confusion in his eyes as he looks at me. "I appreciate the respect given to me by all my civilians," he answers, tipping his hat back. It doesn't stay though, slipping right back down to coat his eyes.
What a humorous little guy. I know very little about Kankura's childhood and even less about the childhood of his siblings. From the offhand comments and whispers around the village, it was not very pleasant, much less the luxurious one you'd expect for the princes and princess of our village. Even if only a fraction of the rumors are true, it would explain a lot.
     "Is that so?" I ask, a bit of a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
     "Yes," he answers shortly, turning on his heels and walking away. "Walk with me?" Gaara asks though it's more of a statement than a question. I obey, making quick steps so I can fall in pace with him. "What are your thoughts on sapphires?"
     "Sapphires?" I ask, glancing at the young leader of our village. He's looking back at me, the paleness of his eyes catching me off guard a bit. I snap my eyes away, focusing on the hallway ahead of us.
     "Yes," he answers shortly, eyes still burning into me.
     "They're nice... I think."
     "You think?" Gaara asks, stopping his movements.
     I stop too, turning my attention back to the scary kid standing next to me. Our Lord is the same age as me, but despite that, he still has quite the baby face. "I've never seen one so I don't know."
     He rolls my words over for a while, still looking at me as he does so. Our Lord's eyes are pretty despite their pale coloring of them. They remind me of Kankuro's, though Ro's are brighter than his brother's.
     "Well," he starts, head tilted in confusion again. "A lady of your standing should know what a sapphire is."
     "My Lord, I do not have any standing in the village. I'm not even on the waitlist to be considered for any standing. Perhaps you are mixing up my bloodline," I answer in a bit of a ramble.
     Does my Lord not know who I am? I mean, I would understand since our village is quite large but his brother is courting me. Am I not the only woman Kankuro is courting? Maybe both of them were misled about my family. Is Kankuro going to stop courting me when this misunderstanding is cleared up?
     "Of course, you have standing in the village. Quite a high standing, might I add," Gaara says, starting up his paces again.
     I follow after him, face scrunched up with confusion. Did he not hear me? Maybe he just doesn't believe me. What has Ro told his brother about me? Is he ashamed of courting the daughter of a nightshade farmer?
     "My Lord-" I try again, but get cut off.
     "Gaara."
     My voice catches in my throat, causing a small squeak to come out instead. "Gaara," I say quietly before continuing my sentence. "I don't think you understand-"
     Once again, I get cut off. "I am aware of your bloodline. I am also aware of my bloodline. The same bloodline my brother shares. Even without my... egotistical brother, your family is quite useful to our village. After all, I don't know a single shinobi within the gates of the village that hasn't used nightshade after an injury."
     Oh. Maybe he's not confused. "I still don't fully follow, my Lord."
     "Gaara," he corrects again, causing the warmth of embarrassment to start crawling up my neck. "You shall eventually. I may not understand my brother but I am aware of his title, the title you'll inherit."
     "I don't-"
     "I must go. The meeting break will be ending soon. I shall see you soon I assume, Princess?" With that Gaara knocks on the door next to us before nodding at me. Before I can get another word in, he turns on his heels and starts walking back down the corridor.
     My head is spinning as I look after him. What title am I going to inherit from Kankuro? How would I even inherit anything from him? Why was the Lord asking me about sapphires? Why would he want to walk with me? Why did he call me Princess? There's no way he meant it as a pet name, he doesn't even know what sarcasm is! Why would he want me to call him-
     "Y/N?" A voice calls, cutting off my thoughts. I'm getting annoyed with getting cut off. Do people have no respect?
     It takes a second but I do end up processing it as Ro's voice. "Ro," I call, turning in the direction of his voice. Even more confusion rolls around my head as I look at him. "You're... where's... goodbye," I stumble over my words for a second before closing the door, separating me from a makeup-less Kankuro.
     My suitor hasn't kept his features hidden from me. He's taken his hood and forehead protection off around me before, showing his brown locks and his face better. I've even played with his hair before, usually picking out sand specks after a mission or training exercise. I've held his face so many times that I have the layout memorized and almost permanent purple ink on my fingertips from his makeup.
     I've never seen Ro without his makeup though. He's very handsome with and without it on. I just wasn't prepared to see his bare face after the confusion dump his brother left me in.
     I feel like this is a big step in our relationship... right? I mean, he's never seen me without makeup either. If Kankuro saw me without makeup I'd consider it a big step. Does he expect to see my bare face now too? Is he upset I saw him without his face paint on? Is he going to be mad? Maybe I should apologize. Maybe I should just go home.
     A knock on the door cuts me out of my thoughts again. It causes more confusion to swirl around my head. The confusion is quickly racing towards upset territory. A second and third knock echo through the hallway, not helping the headache that has started to form from my overthinking. A fourth, fifth, and sixth knock comes before I decide to open the door again.
     "Hello my Desert Lily," Ro says, a smile on his still bare face. His head is titled in confusion, the same way Lord Fifth's was a few minutes ago. The confusion has reached his soft eyes, concern mixing with it. "Are you alright?"
"I'm... my..." I puff out my checks, trying to get words to form as I focus on Ro's face. I like him without his face paint. Don't get me wrong, he looks good in it, but his face is so handsome without it.
"My little Lily," he mumbles, hands reaching out to cup my face. The roughness of his skin brings me some comfort and helps me sort my thoughts a little easier. "What is on your mind?"
"You're not... you don't have your face paint on," I answer, sucking my cheek in so I can nibble on it.
My eyes end up settling on Ro's mouth, memories of our first kiss swirling around my head. It happened a couple of days ago. It was sweet but short. I didn't want it to be that short, and I wanted it to happen again but it didn't. The Lord ended up needing him for something, so I didn't get what I wanted.
"Do you not like it?" He asks, his words slow and careful as they fill the air. His tone is filled with worry, also evident from his scrunched-up face.
"I-"
"If you don't like it I'll go put some on. I don't mind," Kankuro rushes out, eyes blinking quickly as he scans my face.
"You just... look handsome," I answer, tilting my head in worry. "Ro? Do you... you know you don't have to change your appearance for me right?"
"Ya, of course, I know that," he rushes out, his breath a little huffy as he drops his hold on my face. "It would be, so lame if I... yes, I know that." I tuck his reaction away for later. I have the feeling if I push the subject it'll end up with us talking in circles. "So... um was the whole 'goodbye' thing just because of this?" He asks, circling his face a couple of times.
"No, your brother has me doing mental laps."
"Oh great, what did Gaara do now?" Ro asks, taking hold of my hand and gently tugging me into his room.
This is another first. I've never been in his room before. It's how I expected it to look. Tools and puppet parts are littered all over the room. There's less mess than there is in his workshop, but still very much a puppet-making space. His bed is one of those huge fancy beds with the currents you can pull around it. There's a small couch pushed across from a TV, the coffee table in front of it covered in different scrolls and paper. The wood-shaving-covered desk in the corner looks the same as the coffee table. Two single doors are stamped into one of the walls, but both are closed so I don't know what's passed them.
"My Lily?" Kankuro calls, pulling my attention from my surroundings to himself again.
"He just... said a lot of confusing things."
"Like what?" He asks, gently herding me towards his bed. I do as he wants, heading towards the bed before sitting on the edge of it, the footboard gently digging into my thighs.
     "He asked me about sapphires," I answer, scanning over the room again. My focus is mostly on the puppet parts. Kankuro's art always interests me; all the different colors and how the parts are put together.
     "He asked you about what?" Ro asks, voice chipped and sharp with anger as he asks his question.
     "About sapphires," I repeat carefully, tearing my eyes away from a half-made spider-looking puppet. Ro's chest is pumping fast, eyes wide but I'm not sure why. His voice seemed angry but his eyes seem fearful. "Why are you upset?"
     "I'm not upset. I'm fine. What... exactly did he ask?"
     "Just my thoughts on them," I answer, trying to keep my voice calm in light in hopes it'll run off on my suitor.
     "Okay, okay, okay," Kankuro mumbles to himself, pacing around the room. A piece of wood catches his eye, turning his panicked attention toward it. I watch as he toys with it, his eyes scanning the room for something. "What are your thoughts on them?" He asks, words broken up as he walks toward whatever he is searching for. It's a pencil.
     I watch as he sketches soft lines into the wood, my eyes locking in his fingers that flex and relax against his work. "Haven't seen one so I don't have any thoughts on them."
     Silence falls between us, giving me time to look over his half-worked art pieces again. When the board digging into my thighs becomes too much I decide to shove my shoes off and settle into the bed better.
     Once I'm comfortable lying on my back with my knees propped up, Ro peeps up again. "Is that all you two talked about?" His words are careful again, attention on me as he scans my face. His face is the shallow 'trying to stay cool' look he does when we run into shinobis around the village. I don't know how to take that.
     "No, we talked about some other things too."
     "Like what?" Kankuro's sentence falls out so quickly that it almost overlaps the end of my own. Is he mad I talked with his brother? Is that why he's trying so hard to keep her cool?
     "He seemed a little upset when I bowed," I murmur, doing my own scanning for a reaction. I've seen Ro mad before and it's pretty scary. Would he lose his temper with me? I'd be lying if I said the knowledge of what Kankuro can do didn't scare me. He is a puppeteer after all, which makes it pretty easy to control others, especially those that aren't trained as shunobis, like me.
     His face softens, concern breaking the mask he tried to hide behind. "What do you mean by upset?"
     "Lord Fifth was just a little snippy about me bowing to him. Well, I wouldn't say snippy. He was pretty relaxed about it and about me calling him Lord instead of Gaara."
     Kankuro's mask is back up for a second before a huge smile covers his face. "My brother asked you to call him by his name?" I nod my head, yes, sending him a small smile back. "That's... chill," he murmurs, turning his attention back to his wood chunk.
     My sand prince is a really happy person, but other than his normal 'happy-go-lucky' attitude he won't show his other emotions very much or for very long. I've accepted that if we do plan to start a relationship it'll take some time to build enough trust for Ro to be more open about himself and his feelings.
     Once again silence falls between us, but this time Kankuro moves closer to me. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his back to me as he focuses on his handy work. I take the time to admire the soft outline of his shoulder muscles. Puppeteering works out your arms a lot and it has done Ro some favors.
     Before I can stop myself I reach my hand out, letting my fingertips feather over his shoulder muscles. Ro tenses under my touch but slowly starts to relax as my hand dances over his clothing. "I want to talk to you about something," I whisper, sliding myself closer so both hands can rub on him.
     The pencil scratches that were filling the space stop, but nothing else ends up filling the space. "So, the main thing your brother and me talked about was social standings."
     "Gaara can be a little... unaware of what he says sometimes. Whatever he said probably just came out wrong."
     "I don't know about that. He seemed pretty set on what he said," I mumble as I sit up. I shift myself around again, sitting on my knees. I make sure to keep plenty of space between us, causing my arms to stay stretched out. I start massaging Ro's shoulders instead of my light touches. I can tell he needs it from all the knots tightened up under his skin.
     "What did he say?" Kankuro says, a soft groan following his words.
     My heart flips at the sound as thoughts of our kiss fill my head again. I can feel the heat crawling across my face as the thought of asking for another - deeper - kiss keeps repeating in my head.
     "Gaara said I have 'high social standing' and when I tried to correct him he kept insisting I did. He also mentioned something about title inheritance which I don't understand at all. Plus your brother called me 'Princess' and I'm pretty sure it has to do with all that cause I don't think your brother understands pet names," the words come out in a word dump, my attempt to shove the words out before my overthinking gets to me.
     Ro's head tips back to look at me, eyelashes flutter on overtime as he rapidly blinks at me. I stare back at him, my eyes blinking a lot slower than his. "My desert Lily," he says, his words warm as they collide with my ears. The warmth continues to fill me up, making me feel like actual lilies are blooming in my chest.
     "Ya?" I call back, my eyes settling on his lips again. I want another kiss. I let myself scoot closer, my hands dipping down to his chest as I move.
     "You are aware of my siblings and my titles, ya?" He asks, eyes drooping over my face slowly. Kankuro's hands slide up, tangling themselves with mine, the wooden project completely forgotten.
     I hum a yes, dipping my head down lower. The space between us is thin, so thin that only a sheet of paper could slip through. My mind races from our position. Should I kiss him? Should I wait for him to kiss me? Am I too close to him? Am I not close enough?
     "Uh... with... our father being the last Kage, my siblings and I still hold titles of... um, princess and prince, which passes down to our life partners and kids." Ro's words come out broken again, his head tilting to take up more of the small space between us. His lips are so close to mine that I can almost feel them against me.
     "Oh," I breathe out before fluttering my eyes closed. I need him to kiss me, I need him to do it now before my thoughts pull me back.
     The bedsheets ruffle as Kankuro shifts again, his lips feathery light against mine. "There are customs that come with that though. Approval from the family Kage, family jewelry being gifted, and a dumb long list of all the other customs."
     I can feel a desperate whine clawing up my throat from the teasing butterfly touches. "Kankuro," I whisper, a hum being sent back as an answer. I huff a little, coating his face in warm air.
     I can feel the smile curling on his lips, which only makes the stifled whine even harder to hold down. More shifting fills my ears before the feeling of Ro's fingertips ghost over my neck. Shivers are chased by sparks that rash from his small touches. "I can't read your mind. Tell me what you want, my beautiful flower."
     By the last syllable, my whine had won. The long soft mewl gets me what I want. Ro's hand slides around my neck, his palm barely against my neck, fingertips slightly denting my skin as he holds me still. His lips are finally pressed against my own, his mouth catching my noise before it's finished. Our lips dance against each other for a while, lungs screaming for air, and more sparks filling me up and sinking to my stomach.
     When Kankuro pulls away another whine spills out, getting me sparkling eyes and a soft chuckle from my suitor. My nails dig gently into his chest as I attempt to pull him back to my lips. Once again I'm given what I want, a string of soft short kisses.
     Sadly my kisses are cut off from a knock at the door. "I'm sorry," Ro mumbles, peppering a few more kisses to my lips before letting me go. I can feel the deep pout on my face as I watch him get up and walk over to the door.
     He smiles at me softly, eyes soft and so full of admiration as he looks at me. "Absolutely gorgeous," Kankuro murmurs before turning his attention away from me.
     I flap back on the bed, the tension slowly creeping out of me from the lack of Ro being wrapped up in my space. I watch as he opens the door, cracking it enough to fit himself in the open space but closed enough that I'm not seen. Is he ashamed of me being in his room? Or is he just worked up from our make-out session? Maybe it's part of the customs he was talking about? Is me being in his room against those customs?
     The voice on the other side of the door is hushed enough that I can't make out the words but loud enough that I recognize it as Temari. "I know," Kankuro whines, slumping against the door frame.
     Another hushed whispering before "No, she's not in here, that would be like so against the rules."
     This round of mumbles is harsher, Temari's anger making her voice raise a bit. "I know!" Ro whines again, a groan following his words. It's not the relaxed happy groan from earlier though, this one is a pissy groan. "Ya, ya, ya. Give me a couple of minutes," he answers again before slamming the door shut. The frame creeks against the tension before falling silent again.
     Once the door is shut Kankuro races back to the bed. His hand is instantly back in place, gently wrapped back around my neck, the other pinning my wrists down as he hovers over me. I can feel every inch of him pressed against me, securing my spot on the mattress.
     He wastes no time, lips back against mine. Ro is a lot rougher this time; hand tighter on my skin, lips doing all they can to bruise mine, body pinning me in place. Kankuro's hunger is evident from the way he devours me, only pulling back long enough to suck in a quick breath before going back to my mouth.
     "I'm sorry," he races out once he's gotten his fill. Ro's hands stay in place but are back to the light touches from before. He picks himself off of me a bit, giving me room to move around again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I am so sorry, my little lily." More apologies fall from my suitor, each one chased by little kisses on any skin Ro can get to. His hand shifts as he jumps between my neck and my face.
     "Ro-"
     "I'm sorry."
     "Kuro-"
     "I shouldn't have - I'm sorry. I really should have - I'm sorry," I can feel the waves of panic ripping off of him, his kisses getting desperate as if he can kiss the experience off my skin.
     "Kankuro," I call again, wiggling my wrists in his hold.
     His hands drop off of me and shift to lifting himself off of me, leaving him in a push-up-like form. "I'm sorry," he says for the hundredth time.
     "Why are you sorry?" I murmur, lifting my hands to cup his face.
     Ro's head tilts, gentle kisses being pressed against my fingers. "I shouldn't have been so rough without asking," he whispers as if the words will click my reaction in the other direction.
     "Kankuro," I call out smoothly, letting my fingertips slide against his lips as he presses more kisses into me. "It's okay, you're fine, I'm fine. Just give a little bit of a warning next time, okay?"
     "Okay. Okay, I will, I swear, okay," he murmurs more to himself than me. It hurts a bit seeing how panicked he is. Maybe Kankuro fears what he can do to me more than I fear it myself. I think in our next meeting I should start poking at his life before me. There has to be a reason Ro fears himself so much. "I'm sorry," he says again, soft kisses tracing up my arm.
     "It's okay," I answer again, softly playing with the ends of his hair. Perhaps my suitor’s walls aren't as high as I thought they were.
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dangerously-human · 10 months
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Thinking about how, as the nature of the Problem shifts and becomes less all-consuming, no longer a state of emergency, the average age of agents would go up. For the older generations, this would be a return to normalcy; but for those in between, the ones who've always known life under the shadow of the Problem? How do you reconcile a world that is not so thoroughly shaped by a threat you've lived under your whole life?
Thinking about one of Lucy and Lockwood's kids being scared of spiders and Lucy sighs and tolerantly takes over squishing duty; but that night in bed, she ends up crying about it and scarcely knows why. Lockwood, equally baffled, offers to take on bug squishing responsibilities at 35 Portland Row, and Lucy tries to explain that it's not the spiders, but she doesn't know how to explain, to him or even herself, that it's because that fear is a luxury she never had; because it was a matter of practicality and never preference, spiders could mean the difference between life and death for her at that age; because life is different for her children; because she's not sure she understands the world they're growing up in and she's not sure if it's better and maybe, just maybe, it should have been a softer world for her, too; and she's sad and angry and grieving something she doesn't understand.
Thinking about Lucy and Lockwood getting into one of those hissed arguments parents have when their children have been unexpectedly irresponsible or immature for their age: "I was more responsible at nine than your son is at twelve," "Well, our son didn't lose his entire family by nine. Maybe we're letting him lean on us and his siblings a little too much but I don't want him to stop, either," and the whole tone shifts just like that.
Thinking about how everything changed so radically within living memory, and will again, and the challenge of empathy in extended emergency, and the way you so often become aware of the weight pressing down on you only when some of it starts to lift.
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hyperactivewhore · 9 months
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what’s the most unhinged things that’s happened in your dr?
Shifting content 😻
Well, I haven't shifted yet (tho I'm definitely going to) because the only attempt I do at it is go to sleep and hope to wake up in my dr lmao. Which can work btw, but you gotta set the intention to and I don't even do that.
But I'm still gonna take the opportunity to talk about my drs (they're so good even if they're Wattpad coded, I promise 😭) because I love them and I need to get out of this shitty reality as soon as I can.
My main reality (not the one I'm shifting tho rn) is a tvd one, where I'll permashift and I'm basically the daughter of Hecate in that dr aka the reason to make myself as overpowered as possible (yes I made myself more powerful than Hope deal with it, I'm literally a goddess in that reality). Given that is the dr where I'll stay forever, it's the last one I'll shift to. But my s/o is Klaus and I'm having his tribrid child because no child of mine is being born on this rat hole and I literally love Hope. But it's so cool, I created a new family so I don't have to be part of the main families of tvdu and I basically script those siblings in almost every reality.
Btw, if someone shifts to tvd as well, please script Damon doesn't rape Caroline/Andy and that Katherine doesn't rape Stefan either. And script out the racist shit the Mikaelson are always pulling on Marcel as well as Klaus (and any other Mikaelson tbh) treating Marcel like he's family and not making any blood distinction between him and Hope.
My fame dr is practically those siblings I mentioned earlier and characters of the tvdu in a human au. I'm dating Klaus as well in this reality, and I'm basically the most successful actress and singer of the century (I need my main moment leave me alone). Klaus is a successful painter, at the level of Picasso, van Gogh, Dalí, da Vinci etc. Rebekah is the most famous models of Victoria's Secret, Elijah is one of the best lawyers, Kol is a professional magician and Finn and Freya manage a luxurious company. In other ways, they're famous Kardashian level, as well as my family.
Their parents, Dahlia and Henrik are still dead though lmao. Rip
And I scripted out Julie Pl*c, JK R*wling and Rick Riordan as well. And I basically attributed Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and a lot more to a poc woman named Elia Lennox. I changed everything about hp and pjo btw, they're not problematic books in my dr at all and I added a lot of representation, diversity as well as subplots.
And I asked an ai a way to eat meat that doesn't come from animal abuse and scripted it into my dr. Short explanation: scientists grow meat in a controlled environment using animal cells, without the need to raise and slaughter live animals.
But going back to your point, idk. I like to script scenarios I see in tumblr (especially the ones from @klausysworld 🙈), but perhaps is the one where I run over Klaus with my car and throw him off a bridge in my tvd dr. I need that enemies to lovers trope and he's an complete asshole anyway.
Or perhaps the scenario I scripted where the Mikaelson "go poor" for a week and they have to come live at our house and I suddenly have to share my bedroom with Klaus. Dw they get rich again, think about it as if their bank account was suddenly hacked by no reason other than karma. Or perhaps witches, who knows.
Ah, I love my stupid fanfic drs that make absolutely no sense. They're so ❤️💗🌷🌼💛 and ☠️💥💢🕳️💀 at the same time.
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chocoenvy · 2 years
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Imagine this, our wealthy girls reacting to their darling, be it SAGAU or not, being incredibly poor and living in a crumbling ruin of a house. The ceiling is falling down in one part, the walls have mold visible on them, and the furniture is broken or falling apart. While they're gaping in horror at what their darling has been living in, said darling is proudly showing off their jury rigged improvements, like a rainwater collector and improvised heating system.
i love this idea sm thamk you for the food <3
okay but consider, Darling who has arrived to Teyvat and now lives in luxury but still has habits from their old world from being poor.
warning: mentions of unhealthy eating habits
Such as hoarding food, binge eating out of fear of not getting enough. Hiding food in your room and such. Saving every mora you get, you're just afraid that one day you'll have nothing.
Not asking for anything, conserving food. Insisting that if you don't finish something it should be saved for later or someone else should eat it.
Food aggression go brrrr, you get lowkey territorial over your food. Not like anyone would steal it but you have the habit of eating your food quickly, snatching up anything that you can and keeping it for yourself. Idk maybe like not taking breaths between eating, eating quickly to the point you have to pause to breathe (not sure if this is a poor thing or a disordered eating thing skfjskfjddkdrjd)
also like- there's a lot of people in your abode. From servants to acolytes and such. And idk if anybody relates but when you have siblings, if you don't take the food you want you're not gonna eat. Especially when money's tight. If you don't eat the food before someone else does, you're not gonna get it until the next time the parents go shopping. And who knows when that'll be.
Anywas enough about food-
Reader who doesn't ask for anything at all.
Reader, the god of teyvat, walking around with fucking Childe and Ningguang, picked up an item of little importance that they found neat. Reader was asked if they wanted it and their first thought was
"Hmm, how much is it?"
BABE you're with THE TIANGQUAN OF LIYUE and ONE OF THE FUCKING HARBINGERS :D?? THEY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR IT I ASSURE YOU.
no bc they'd voice this, saying the price didn't matter and you'd just
".o. ... wait im not paying?"
LASKDFJASLDFKJSAD THEY'D BE SO BAFFLED LIKE WHAT?? MISTER MA'AM? YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU'D BE TRAVELING WITH THEM TWO AND YOU'D HAVE TO PAY???
Ningguang would sign you up for rich kid lessons to teach you how to not be a plebian/hj
Your mindset is so different from the one they assumed you'd have and it gives anyone near you immediate whiplash when you're checking the cabinets to see how much food you have. Even though you have an absurd surplus of food, you're still cautious. Even though anything you want you'll get, you still check prices and stockpile cash because you're so paranoid that one day everything will come crashing down and you'll be left with nothing. You're insistent on this notion and won't let up on it, no matter how much your acolytes try to convince you that you'll never have to worry about anything again.
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naranjapetrificada · 8 months
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Consider this your opportunity to be an Astrology Bitch and go off about Leo Stede!
(signed, a Virgo sun, Cancer moon, Capricorn rising who simultaneously is and is not an Astrology Bitch, more of a Tarot Bitch tbh)
Okay! You asked for it lol.
I should start by saying that I'm an August Leo sun. Stede is a July Leo, as confirmed by the show:
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July Leos are...different somehow? It's not a bad thing and it's not their fault, and if anybody else comes for them we August Leo's will throw down for our siblings, but there's something about the vibes! Maybe it's the Cancer proximity, idk. If anything my anecdata suggests that they're more well adjusted than the rest of us. 🦁❤️🦁
Anyway, I immediately sat up and noticed when they cut to the gravestones because it's second nature for me as an Astrology Gay. Obviously I didn't know Stede at the time and I don't actually know what went down as the character was developed, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I learned that at least one person in the writers room was a fellow Astrology Gay.
So I completely forgot about his birthdate because a) ADHD and b) swooniest romance I'd ever seen, but I started thinking about it again when I showed up like a year late to the fandom and saw people talk about whether they were Ed coded or Stede coded. I am heavily, heavily Stede coded for neurodivergent reasons, but he also exhibits certain Very Leo traits that I recognized immediately.
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Leo stereotypes:
Let's get the stereotypes out of the way because while they do apply sometimes (especially for Stede), there's no need to rehash them in detail.
Leadership, which he struggles with at first but a) takes up the mantle of it anyway and b) improves enough that by the end of the season the crew that wanted to mutiny saves his life.
Good hair. Nuff said.
The man has an auxiliary wardrobe for fucks sake.
His "theatrical instincts are finely honed" and while Izzy says it to encourage the fuckery, it's not a lie.
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The Revenge
If an 18th century Leo was going to custom build a pirate ship and money was no object, they would 1000% build the Revenge. I could see arguing that a Taurus might build something similar, but honestly I'm not sure a Taurus would become a pirate by choice. Maybe a Taurus might build like, a pleasure yacht or something. A Libra might build a ship that's as good-looking as the Revenge but sharing expensive tastes isn't enough to convince me either. Stede's money allowed him to build and decorate luxuriously, but plenty of rich people used to comfort didn't have ships like the Revenge. As Nigel says during his tour, it's just so incredibly him.
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Now for some feelings stuff:
Leos love it when other people are happy, and when we can be involved in fostering that at all for people we care about we are ON IT. Stede wants to create space for others to get what they need to make that happen. Literally in the first episode he talks about the Revenge as somewhere for his crew to work on their trauma and communicate their feelings.
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The above is also an extension of Stede's instinctive generosity. Canon doesn't tell us where Ed got his clothes for the French boat party in episode 5, but given that Stede has an auxiliary wardrobe (which he shared with Ed almost immediately) the most likely scenario seems like he loaned (or maybe even gave!) it to Ed. Another possibility is that it was on the ship where Frenchie found his and Oluwande's outfits, but the purple jacket in particular seems very extra in a way that says "Stede" to me.
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Speaking of episode 5, let's talk about the party game. Obviously the main takeaway is that Stede has enough of a handle on passive aggression to make the French assholes tear each other apart, but it's not just the passive aggression, it's in the delivery. With sufficient motivation (Ed's hurt feelings, if not his own) we see Stede command the room with confidence. He chooses his targets well. He knows just what to say to get them to agree to play the game at all. The fire wasn't part of the original plan but it shows just how powerful those hard-won skills are when he wants to apply them. (This doesn't feel like it merits its own bullet point but Leos are protective, ride-or-die friends, something else we see in this episode.)
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Stede's love language, imo, is quality time. There are arguments for others (there's also a really good meta about his love language causing miscommunication with our touchy-feely boy Ed, if I can find the link I'll edit) but quality time seems the most appropriate to me. Another part of the whole generosity of spirit thing is that he seems to enjoy what a friend of mine called "engineering experiences" for people i.e. crafting activities and jam sessions for the crew. The most obvious of these is the treasure hunt for Ed, which of course comes out of his fear of Ed leaving, but it's also a way for them to spend time together. I'm not at all surprised that a lonely, bullied kid would grow up to value quality time.
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I would also extend this to the clearly routine (but still extravagant) breakfast for two that we see Calico Jack crashing in episode 8. Not to mention the first breakfast he and Ed ever share up on the maintop in episode 4. It's not fancy, but he wakes Ed up to share in that moment because he's enjoying the sunrise and the marmalade, and I can't think of anything more Leo than enjoying something then immediately wanting to share it because someone else might enjoy it too.
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Stede's not perfect of course, despite all those seemingly positive things I just said. In the way of some Leos he is frequently thoughtless, up to and including when he didn't make to the dock. I can't speak for every Leo but I have definitely accidentally flirted with/been read as flirting with people before, whether I was attracted to them or not. And yeah his quarters are nice but he could have used some of that space for more crew quarters, right? And how could a Leo possibly misread "what makes Ed happy is you" as badly as he did?
Well I may be an Astrology Binch but I mostly like it (and anything else that puts personalities into discrete groups) as an analysis tool. It's just a fun lens to examine behaviors through, IRL and with fictional characters. Also, the show is clearly trying to examine things like trauma and self-loathing in ways that are gonna inform character behavior way more than a hypothetical astrology enthusiast in the (admittedly pretty queer) writers room. But the vibes? The vibes are so there.
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alwayzraven · 5 months
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Kardeşlerim Ep 102
Berk stopped Ayla from confessing. He came into the inspector’s office and told him: "We thought that a thief broke into our house but actually that was not the case. My mom came to you because of that". Ayla was confused, the inspector asked her if what Berk was saying is true and Ayla looked at Berk. Berk shook his head motioning to her to say yes. She told him that it was true then they left the inspector’s office. Ayla asked Berk why he stopped her.
Berk:”I couldn’t! couldn’t do it, okay? I couldn’t let you get hurt! You were my mother! I called you mom all these years! You were my everything”
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Ayla hugged him but Berk pushed her and told her not to touch him. He gave her his credit cards and car keys and told her:” don't ever appear in front of me again.” and then left. 
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Next day at school, Lydia told Sarp that they should teach Elif a lesson because she betrayed them. Lydia asked Elif if Susen offered her more money than they did and that’s why she betrayed them.
Elif :”I am asking the questions today! Which one of you thought I could be bought? Which idiot? Let me see…..The stupid one is you (meaning Sarp). I am going to beat you up”
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Then Elif grabbed his collar. Sarp tried to push her but he couldn’t and Elif managed to scratch his neck. Berk came and pushed Sarp back. Elif tried to attack Lydia but Oglucan protected her and that upset Elif. Later, Elif thanked Berk for protecting her.
Elif:” Thank you for today. I was going to beat him up anyway but thank you” 
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Berk:”I know that you were going to beat him up, dear, so there is no need to thank me. I will always be by your side, don't forget that!”
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Elif asked Aybike why Berk is suddenly being nice to her and Aybike told her that he has always been nice. I think Elif was so happy that someone was on her side.
Ayber went to the beach to talk about what kind of job Berk should get, now that he is not living with his mom anymore.
Berk:”I mean, I ride horses well and I'm good at archery. I even came second in Turkey in archery in my primary school. Aren’t these skills useful?”
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Aybike:”they are useful, dear, they are. Why wouldn’t they be useful? Because every company is looking for someone who can ride horses and is good at archery and they are even ready to pay them 20K-30K per month”
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Berk:”Why are you making fun of me right now?”
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Aybike:”Because I don’t think you can get a job with these. What other skills do you have?”
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Berk:”What other skills do you have? I do fitness. I am strong. *Aybike was shaking her head while smiling and looking at his arms* I guess you haven't seen my muscles yet.”
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Aybike:”I’ve seen them, sweetheart, I’ve seen them. I hug them every day”
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It’s amazing how they started talking about finding a job for Berk and somehow ended up talking about his muscles 😂 Ayber (especially Berk) are forever thirsty and they will never change 😂
Berk:”I mean, I've been melting lately (he meant losing muscle), but thank you anyway.”
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Berk:”What other skills do I have? Ah, I have a driving license, I can drive a car, I can also drive a motorcycle ”
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Aybike:”That’s possible, driving a motorcycle is a good idea”
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Berk:”oh so what you’re saying is: Participate in races such as motocross etc., you can get better from there and earn money. This is a good idea. I would make a good racer”
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Aybike:”Sweetheart, You are so unfamiliar with the real world. Look, choose a normal job, for example, you can be a courier. You know how to drive a motorcycle. I don’t know, you can work at a restaurant, you can work at a supermarket ”
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Berk:”Am I going to work as a courier? ”
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Aybike:”Yes, do you not like it?”
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Berk:”I mean I don’t have the luxury to not like it but in the end I have to find a job and make my own money asap. I can’t take any more money from my mom….I mean the woman I thought was my mother and I am not going to”
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Aybike:”Are you thinking about telling Elif that you are siblings”
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Berk:”How do I tell her, Aybike? Am I going to say: Look, Elif, we’re siblings and our mother was murdered by the woman I thought was my mother all these years. How am I going to tell her this?”
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Aybike:”You are right! It's not an easy thing to say. Elif will be so sad, she will be devastated. So, I think you shouldn’t tell her. ”
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Guess who is finally going to the hospital 💃💃 They mentioned the motorcycle for a reason, Berk will probably get into an accident and maybe that’s how he comes back home? Also, in case Elif doesn’t believe Sengul because she was drunk, maybe this is how Elif will find out that Berk is her sibling, maybe he will need blood and she will give him some.
Seval organized a party for the students' parents at Akif and Yaman’s restaurant. All the parents were invited but since Sengul fought with her family and left the house she said that she is not going to attend the party. She was staying at Akif and Nebehat’s house. She got drunk and went to the party and she started exposing everything she knew. She hugged Tolga and asked Yasmin why she didn't like him. She basically told Mahir that Yasmin likes him. Then she told Lydia that Oglucan is in love with her and Elif has feelings for Oglucan. Oglucan was trying to get her out of the restaurant but she saw Ayla. Ayla started pleading with her to stop talking because she knew what she was going to say next. Sengul told Elif to stand by her side then pushed Aybike and told her:”You already have a mother”. 😂 Aybike was telling her to stop talking. Sengul looked at Berk and said:”Berk, come here. I am basically your mother-in-law”. Then she told everyone:”These two are siblings, they are twins”. Elif was shocked. Berk looked at Aybike like he was saying:”what should I do now” Aybike gave him an apologetic look. Seval told Sengul:” maybe you should stop and hit the brakes” and that caught Sengul’s attention. She told her:”How did you cut the brakes? What a pity! Why did you kill that man like that?” Seval said that Sengul is drunk and she doesn’t know what she is saying. Sengul said that she might be drunk but she is not lying then she turned to Sarp and Yasmin:”Your mom hired a guy and made him cut the brakes of the minibus your father was driving” then she turned to Omer and said:”Omer, this woman is your dad’s killer”
I am so curious about whether everyone will believe what she said or not. I think at first they are going to dismiss what she said bc she was drunk but they will try to look for proof later. They will have that voice in their head saying:"what if what she said was all true". Especially Elif, Berk is being so nice to her she might believe what Sengul said. I just love how Sengul exposed everything. Now, they only need to expose the truth behind Leyla's death and the Eren's parents and we'll be done with this show.
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natsxaddiction · 1 year
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The Butterfly Effect Episode Seven
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What I got for Christmas
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader and their daughter
Note: This is Cara's youtube channel series. If you see mistakes it’s Grammarly’s fault not mine 🫣
The Loud House Masterlist | General Masterlist
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Note: I decided writing is fun and I wanted to do this
Cara Romanoff, 15 years old, dressed in a grey and white snowflakes patterned Christmas onesie and red and white Santa hat atop her head sits amongst a pile of presents. She's attempting to stand one of the items up.
"Maybe you should sit it sideways," Charlie instructs from somewhere behind the camera.
Cara looks at her little sister as if a lightbulb has just gone off.
"You are right, my friend, I knew I kept you around for a reason," Cara jokes as she turns the box over. She finally looks into the camera.
"Hello, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and happy holidays," Cara greets. "Today, I'm doing the highly requested Christmas haul. It's Christmas morning and my moms are making breakfast so I wanted to quickly get this out before we go to our annual Christmas banquet thing at my Uncle Tony's compound." Cara looks around. "You guys have already seen this entire spiel from everyone else. This is in no way, shape, or form me bragging. I just wanted to give the people what they want since I enjoy these hauls. I like watching people give gifts." Cara picks up a small item first. "If you guys go to my Instagram you can see a reel I made. My parents, my friends, and my entire family, we have like a toy drive kind of where we donate a bunch of toys, brand new, for Christmas. I didn't make an entire video on it but yeah. Let's start here."
Cara raises the box to be a bit higher.
"My parents don't really buy us luxury or expensive things all year round," Cara begins. "I don't really care for luxury if that makes sense. It's cool but I wasn't raised to just care about brand names and everything. I'm extremely grateful for what I got. So, here is the items that were in my stocking. We always get small things that can fit inside. So this first item is Dior Vernis Gel Shine. It's nail polish in the color red." Cara waits for Charlie to pass her the next thing. "If you're wondering my little sister is here. She's gonna show stuff she got too and then my other siblings will come if they want."
"Hi!" Charlie waves her hand to the camera.
"Did you know people enjoy it when you do that?" Cara asks. "Yeah, they really enjoy your little hand waves. The comments always say so."
"Oh, that's cool," Charlie waves again.
"Okay, this item, it's not really a typical stocking stuffer," Cara holds up the brown and gold wallet. "It's a Louis Vitton passport holder and wallet. I really wasn't expecting this one. We usually try to travel twice a year. Like one big vacation and then a mini one. Then we travel for the holidays sometimes so I really needed this." Cara moves on to the next one. "I got little candies. My mom, she gives us candies in our stockings every year. I have a pack of cherry licorice, a pack of gum, and starbursts which are my favorite." Cara sets those items down in front of her. "Next are these black cashmere crotcheted gloves. They're from Loro Piana. I used to have a pair but they're too small so I let my little sister have them." Cara doesn't know which item to choose next. "My nana usually gets us something practical for Christmas. This is a She's Birdie safety alarm. If you're ever in trouble you pull or press it. Let me show you." She presses the button sounding the alarm and activating the strobe light. "I think this is really good. She also got me a matching colored mace and like five pairs of black socks. So thank you, Nana, for that."
"You should do your perfumes next since they're small," Charlie points and Cara thinks that's also a good idea.
"Oh these are so good," Cara smiles. "I am an athlete so there are times when you know you should be keeping up with your hygiene a lot more. So I like these tiny perfume bottles that I can just insert into my gym bag. These are from my Aunt Peyton and her husband and my cousins, I got the Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, and Dior Miss Dior." Cara shows them off. "They last all day and you only need a few sprays so thank you to my aunt and uncle for that. I also got a few candles from Bath and Body Works. My Uncle Chase and his wife got these for me. They're in the scents, A Thousand Wishes, and Mahogany Teakwood."
Cara moves onto the clothes. "So this is where things get a little messy. My moms bought me so many clothes this year. I donated a lot of my old ones since I either can't fit them or Charlie didn't want them." Cara begins with her hoodies. "I got three Nike Tech Hoodies, one in pink and black, one in grey and black, and full black. I usually wear these around the house or under my clothes in the winter. I also got like five pairs of Nike Pro shorts and sports bras in different colors." Cara hands the pile of clothes back to Charlie. "I got a few dresses. I don't really wear them but they're from my Aunt Pepper and Uncle Tony. I like them a lot because they're not too girly but they're really me. Uncle Tony also got me this brand new apple watch that I'm wearing on my wrist. He was going to get something more extravagant but my moms don't like when he does that really so he went a little lower than what he usually gets." Cara brings her wrist to the camera to show off her new watch.
"He got us land too," Charlie points out. Cara can't decide if she wants to edit that part of the video or not.
"From my Uncles Steve, Sam, and Bucky, they all got me like a gift bag together. So I got a Microfiber towel and robe set, this nice smelling bubble bath, and these cute fuzzy ugg slippers in white that I can't wait to wear at home. My Aunt Yelena got me this swiss army knife that my Mama absolutely yelled at her for but I love it." Cara shows the many functions of the knife. "I promise all of this stuff will be used."
"Cara, you got a lot," Charlie says in wonder.
"This year I did," Cara says. "Well, every year. Like I said, my moms don't buy us things all year round because we really don't need them. Well, they buy us things but it's not like this. So for birthdays and Christmas, they go all out."
"The books from Deda and Baba," Charlie helps with those.
"Oh, yeah, my babushka and dedushka," Cara shows off the book set. "They got me a bunch of books that I'm going to read as soon as I'm home. They got me the Harry Potter books. I haven't read it and I talked about being interested so they got me the entire series."
"I got three pairs of new sneakers," Cara begins. "These are from my moms. If you notice they buy us more clothes and like the stuff they know we need. So I got three pairs of Nike dunks. The white-black pandas, the pink, and a pair of green ones too." Cara grabs a few bags from behind her. "Okay, these are my very first luxury bags. I got the Marc Jacobs The Tote Bag in all black. It's really nice and it fits everything you could ever imagine in there. I also got two cross-body purses. One from Coach in like this creme color and another from Tory Burch in beige."
"We're almost to the end," Cara says. "I got two new hydroflasks. One in white and one in purple. They're both what I asked for so that's great." Cara holds them up to see. " I also got a bunch of lotions and skincare stuff. My mommy is big on skincare and us taking care of our skin. The last items are this pair of Uggs with the bow. I think it's called Ugg’s Bailey bow but they're really cute and keep my feet warm. A pair of wheat timberlands because I'm a New Yorker through and through and where would I be without these and the puffer jacket." Cara then reaches under her bed for one last thing. Her cat who’s been resting there majority of the morning. “I also got the very best thing I could ever get, my new best friend. His name is Liho and my mommy, the best mom ever might I add, went with me to adopt him and I was really surprised. I'm really grateful for everything I got. Oh, also, this tennis bracelet and matching necklace and earrings from my Aunt Wanda and Aunt Monica." Cara pushes her hair off her ear to show off the jewelry. "This was all such good gifts. Now my sister is going to show you a few of her favorite items she got."
Charlie comes to sit in front of the camera. Cara positions it so her face is not showing. There's a camera cut and more voices are added to the room as James and Paige step in too. "Hi guys, I got a lot of nice things for Christmas," Charlie begins. "My top three are really cool. I got this American girl doll from my moms. Her name is Makenna." Charlie stands the doll up for everyone to see. "She also got clothes and stuff to come with it but I think that counts as one thing. I also got a pair of ugg boots like Cara has. So we match and I can't wait for us to wear them at the same time." Charlie grins. "I got a necklace and earrings too from my Aunts. I got a bunch of clothes from my moms. Like a few Nike hoodies and t-shirts. I got Jojo Siwa headbands because I love Jojo Siwa. This is my absolute favorite," Charlie struggles with the box but she gets it in front of her. "My uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper bought me this sewing machine so I can make clothes for myself or even my dolls. It's really nice. I also got two hydro flasks and some bras but I won't show those on camera."
"Jamie, do you want to go next?" James comes to sit on Cara's lap to give his mini haul. "I got a bunch of cars and trucks. I got a bumper car that's too big to bring up all the stairs. Um, I also got this," James holds up a small red robot toy. "It talks and it answers lots of questions. My Uncle Tony and Aunt Pepper gave me this."
"That's really awesome," Cara encourages. "P, what about you?"
"I got so many dolls," Paige is a bit more enthusiastic than her siblings. "I got earrings but not like my sisters 'cause my ears don't have holes in them."
"Well, there's a reason," Cara explains. "In both of our cultures, it's kind of the norm to have your ears pierced when you're a baby. So it was something our birth parents did. My moms told P when she turns five they will take her to get them pierced if she still wants to."
"I want to so I can wear nice earrings," Paige says.
"Well, what else did you get?" Cara points to a small box.
"I got a camera," Paige snaps a picture using the tiny pink and blue camera. "It takes real pictures, not fake ones."
"Yeah, she can take pictures and videos and send them to my mom's computer," Cara says to her sister. "Do you have anything else?"
"Um," Paige attempts to think.
"You got a Barbie dream house," Cara reminds her.
"Oh, yeah, I got a Barbie dream house," Paige lists. "and I got a new bike."
"We all got new bikes," Charlie chimes in.
"And I got the helmet too," Paige describes. "It's pink and it fits my head real nice."
"We also got a PS5 for us all to share. It has to stay in the theater room though not in our bedrooms," James informs the camera.
"Yeah, we got a few things to share," Cara says. "Anyway, that is the end of our Christmas video. We are really thankful to our parents, our aunts and uncles and grandparents, and all of our family members and friends that continue to make our lives special. We would love to read what you guys got for Christmas. If you want to comment that down below."
Cara uploads the video. This is her first video to reach one million views.
@ proudamerica97 Did I hear the little girl says Tony Stark bought y'all land?
@ bwlover69 these are all great gifts. I'm jealous
@ kissesfromroxy wow you guys got so much. Must be nice to have rich parents.
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Loathsome Chaos God
You know, being a god is so great. You can basically do what you want; create anything you want, have undeniable power, order your followers to attack a village and tell them to be indoctrinated or face extreme prejudice.
Being a god is great…But wow it can be freaking boring… and damn well annoying.
"Ugh, nothing to do except hear everyone complain." Leshy muttered. Recently, his siblings were complaining of his incompetency on leading his cult. Yes there were a lot of hiccups here and there he did, but what could you do, he's a growing god, "No fun at all."
As he lay there in his garden, a sinister thought came into his mind. It began to fester to the point where he couldn't ignore it.
He is the God of Chaos after all. Why not cause some chaos for his dear siblings? It was only fair to get them back.
He chuckled to himself as black goop appeared underneath him before he descended in it.
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Hidden away inside her temple in Anura, Heket was taking special care of her bountiful mushrooms. All so beautiful, delectable and most definitely not going to be used in any other way.
Heket chuckled to herself on that last part, knowing damn well what she was going to use them for.
When she was about to harvest a ripe mushroom, she began to notice something amiss. For one, she smells a faint smoke coming from the entrance of her hidden garden. And for two, she can definitely hear her followers screaming in what must have been terror.
Thinking it's some lowly village attacking her cult… again, she makes her way outside and bellows out, "Foolish mortals, who dares disturb… my…"
Her words died down as she watched the entirety of Anura was burning, her followers running around in complete terror.
Quickly recovering her stupor, she ran out the temple as she yelled to her panicking followers, "What the hell is happening?!"
Meanwhile while she was distracted, the grassy god of chaos sneaked right into the temple, all the while nonchalantly whistling some tune. After a few minutes he sneaked right back out with white mushrooms in his arms.
One down, three to go.
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"Arondight, such a lovely name. Fine edge, phenomenal craftsmanship. You are simply amazing." Something tapped on his shoulder and turning around, he sees a green lance, "Oh, but how could I forget about you, Guandao? Such luxurious green tint. No emerald nor jade could compete with your sweet splendor." Another blade was plucked from the collection as the tentacled monster made a gasp, "Here's the lady of the hour, Gungnir Valhalla! What's ya cooking, good looking?"
"Kallamar?"
"AAAAUGH!" Kallamar made a girly scream, pointing the many weapons towards the perpetrator… who was his sister who looked like she was absolutely traumatized by what she saw. Caught in the with his tentacles full, he puts away his plethora of sharp objects in the dresser, "Heket, when did you get here, why are you here, how much did you see?! Have you not heard of privacy?!"
Heket looked at her brother weirdly before shaking her head, "No time to explain. Need your help, come with me."
"But-"
"Do you want me to tell our brethren about your disgusting fetish?"
Scared to tempt fate, the two disappear to return to Heket's domain. The moment they did, Leshy came out of the closet with a disgusted look on him.
"...so damn weird…" Leshy said out loud, trying to shake away the icky thoughts on what his brother was doing to the blades. Not wanting to further question his own sanity, he pulls out a bucket full of paint and a brush.
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It was like Leshy was served with a silver platter as when he arrived in Narinder's cloudy domain, Narinder himself was sleeping! There was no one there, not even those two meddlesome brats he likes to look over.
Leshy doesn't know why ol' Nari is asleep, gods don't really have the need for it. Maybe he was doing it for the pleasure of it, who knows.
What Leshy does know is that he's gonna pull the 'Prank him, John', or whatever his followers tell each other when someone goes to sleep too early. He doesn't know what they were doing exactly, but it sounds like it involved some slapping and a lot of screaming.
Ignoring that weird tidbit, Leshy grabs a spare pair of scissors Kallamar had and a bottle of ink (which he isn't going to question where his brother even got the liquid from), and he goes to work on his brother.
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Shamura was exceptionally confused. Not only do they sense their siblings being stressed over something, but they had a small vision where something was about to happen to them in due time into their temple's library.
Arriving at their location containing tomes from many pompous writers and avid readers, Shamura looked around and checked every nook and cranny for whatever it was. Strangely though, it seems like there was nothing out in the ordinary, just their followers reading and what they assumed was some newly made candles.
What the spider lord didn't know was that their cultist readers were completely out of it, barely heed on the written literature. When Shamura noticed one of them staring at the candle rather intently, they said to them, "Are you ill, young one?"
The cultist said nothing as they continued to stare at the candle. It was then that Shamura noticed the scent grew more powerful. Looking closely at them, they saw there was a white mushroom hidden in the candle wax that was burning brightly.
They finally realize, as the world begins to grow colorful, that it was already too late.
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"I'm going to be in so much trouble~." Leshy laughed as he returned to his domain, knowing full well his sibling will be knocking on his door in about a few moments… Now that he realizes that, it would be mighty funny if he did not appear before them…
"Odysseys?" Leshy guessed, passing by his follower who was cleaning his temple.
"It's Asmodeus, my lord." The small shrub corrected, though from the way Leshy looked at him tells the follower doesn't seem to care.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Anyways, my siblings are about to come in about… oh I don't know, thirty seconds or less, and they expect an explanation from me."
"If I could inquire, for what exactly?"
Leshy pays the cult members head, "Oh don't worry about that with your small, mortal brain of yours. Just tell them I'm taking a short trip to… somewhere for a couple of months."
"...Wait, what?"
"Side note, specifically tell Heket I'm not sorry and it tasted good, ta ta!" With a tip of his hat, a black portal opens underneath him.
"Taste what go-" Before he could finish, the god disappears, leaving nothing of trace of him. The cult member looked confused for a few seconds, but sighs, "Well okay then. Wonder why he left in such a ru-"
"WHERE IS THAT GREEN PIECE OF SHRUBBY SHIT!" A roar shook the temple, nearly spooking the member's soul out of him.
The doors of the temple were literally thrown from its hinges and nearly smashing Asmodeus in the process. What surprised the little follower was his lords coming in and, even more surprising, the state they were.
Coming to the forefront of the group stomping her way towards him was Heket, and boy; not only was she covered in soot but she looked absolutely pissed. Following not too far from her was a hooded giant, who Asmodeus guessed was Narinder from the tail coming out of him. The last two confused him the most with Kallamar crying horrendously while being dragged by Shamura who's… slouching and having this 'out of this world' look to them.
All and all, they look like a mess.
Asmodeus kneels to the lords The Old Faith, "Wh-what can I do you for, my lords?"
"Where is he?" The frog god croaked.
"Wh-who?" Asmodeus idiotically whimpered.
"Leshy, is. He. Here?" The hooded god said, venom clearly coming out with each word.
The lowly follower gulped, "H-he just le-left, my lords."
"Us damn it." Narinder cursed under his breath before turning to the follower, "Where is he now?"
"He di-didn't specify, my lords. Wh-what did Lord Leshy do?"
Right then and there did he wish he wasn't a curious creature as the two wrathful gods narrowed their eyes on him. The first to respond was Heket who was brimming with hate, "He took ALL of my special mushrooms."
The hooded Narinder raised a brow on the frog, "So you're not mad that he basically burned down half of your domain?" He paused for a moment, "Wait, how do you know he just took the mushrooms if he could just burn it as well?"
"Don't get this wrong brother, I'm livid he started a fire, but my mushrooms are my priority here." She turns her eyes towards Shamura with utter jealousy, "However it seems it's already been used."
Narinder took a moment to wonder where his sister's mushrooms went before looking at Shamura… who was climbing onto the walls while building a hammock with his webs, "Ah, no wonder why they're higher than your foul ego."
Heket's eyes twitched as she glared at the godcat. Before Narinder could react, his sister grabbed his hood and pulled it down.
Instantly, the follower wanted to vomit out his breakfast onto the floor. Narinder's excellent and beautiful fur was shaved off, leaving behind an ugly, pink creature for everyone to see. To add insult to the injury, there was even a certain genitalia drawn long onto his cheeks and forehead.
"At least I don't look like some cheap escort from an alley." Heket insulted as a snide grin appeared on her face.
"Sister, keep spouting like that and I will rip your throat out." Narinder growled, pulling out his claws to prove his point.
While the two were arguing with each other like children, Asmodeus looked at the sobbing squid and asked, "Wh-what happened to you, Lord Kallamar?"
The god stopped his bawling for just a moment, "He-he took my… damsels away. My wonderful collection of legendary blades, it's all gone!"
Shamura, swaying on his webbed hammock without a care for the world, added, "There was also the word 'Nerd' written all over his room and temple when returned."
This made Kallamar more prissy as he began to bawl again, "I'm not a nerd damn you!"
"I swear to us, if Kallamar doesn't shut up in about five seconds, I will make a reason for him to cry harder!" Narinder shouted.
Before Asmodeus could properly piece everything together, Heket grabs him by the throat and lifts him up in the air.
"Let me repeat myself once more. Worm." Her voice was completely full of malice, "Where is Leshy?"
"I-I don't know, I swear! All he said was that something tastes good!"
The temple grew silent from his final words. In those few seconds, Asmodeus begins to realize he shouldn't have said that.
"I'm going to eat your heart." Heket said plainly.
"...what…" Asmodeus whimpered, dread in his voice. Black goop appeared beneath the gods, making them all descend in it. Asmodeus struggled to free himself from the most definitely angry frog, "NO, NO WAIT! DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER! DON'T KI-"
He couldn't scream another plea as she, her captive, and two brothers disappeared to whatever they were taking him.
Now, only Shamura is there in Leshy's empty temple. Though alone, he senses something having their gaze on them. Shamura turns towards the window pane, there they see a green crown sitting on top of a bushy. It waves at the spider and like a good drugged up spider god they are, waves back, thinking nothing less of the strangeness of it.
"Hehe, they are going to kill me."
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Northlands, Realm of Mortals
Winter had gripped the North. Always an icy land, the turning of the seasons made the unforgiving land even moreso. But still, life continued on, eking out an existence despite the deep snow and deeper chill. Nature contesting against itself. The sheer persistence of those with beating hearts and bright souls. The simple beauty to be found in fresh snow--
" S'ríash."
The godling twitched an ear, then turned around, meeting the baleful gazes of his sibling. Ïanesh and D'ýosh both leered back at him, the eldest and youngest respectively. Ïanesh sniffed. "We are not here to sightsee. Come."
" Oh-- we've been searching for father and that prince for ages. All of D'ýosh's tactics have gotten us nothing and nowhere!" S'ríash complained, earning himself an ugly look from the sibling in question. Ïanesh's stern look turned sly, his leaf-green eyes drifting over to catch the wine-dark gaze of his younger sibling, D'ýosh.
"Be that as it may, we do not have the luxury of time in the mortal realm."
" A pity. The snow is so beautiful." S'ríash stuck out his tongue, catching snowflakes upon it.
D'ýosh shouldered his way into the conversation, " If you two do not like my plans, you can damn well make your own!"
Ïanesh crossed his arms, " Are you not the so-called best hunter among us?"
D'ýosh's nose wrinkled, " A god is a different matter than a god-beast. And Slaanesh has forbidden the use of my Sybelliant, Plieth, and Caressa."
"Hah!" Ïanesh crowed, " Nothing without your precious Leapers? I should have expected as much."
The pair descended into bickering and not for the first time. S'ríash watched them, waiting until he could edge into the fighting.
" At this rate, our sisters will find the pair before we will. They will hold that victory over our heads for eternity and we will be lower in father's sight." S'ríash commented. That stopped the argument, though he could see both of his siblings were reluctant to abandon it (especially D'ýosh, who had been losing).
" You are right, baby brother. We are wasting time." Another cruel look D'ýosh's way. Ïanesh stopped, thinking, playing with a lock of his dark blond hair. His younger brothers looked at him expectantly.
"South."
"South?" D'ýosh and S'ríash parroted, one with excitement, the other with trepidation.
" If one were to hide themselves, to lose themselves...they would head south." Ïanesh looked at the two, waiting to be contested. D'ýosh didn't disappoint.
" A fine way to cast our uncle's gazes upon us."
" Nurgleth, Kharneth, and Tzeen'neth have bigger problems. And, we will guise ourselves, so they cannot detect us, obviously. Sésserish, T'tevtesh, and Ïéxiish are probably there already, closer to the quarry while we bumble about in the snow. So yes, south. Unless you have a better idea, D'ýosh?"
D'ýosh, again, did not disappoint, " Why don't be separate? That way, we will cover more ground. And, I can be spared looking at your ugly mug for a while."
Ïanesh looked absolutely scandalized, a sharp, dramatic gasp wrenched from his throat. Rage came out his beautiful, sharp features, and just like that, the older and younger were back dueling wits with one another. S'ríash sagged, rolled his pine-green eyes, and shifting surreptitiously into the form of a piebald serpent.
Whatever Ïanesh's feelings on the matter, splitting up was a good idea...
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The Arcana Boyfriend Scenarios: When They Try To Ask You Out
Asra
I was sitting behind the counter of the coffee shop as (Y/N) cleaned the tables and shelves, I watched her move around from place to place and I couldn't help but stare, I was brought back to reality when I heard the chime of the bell that hovered over the door, I looked over to see a man with slick back blonde hair, expensive fancy clothing, and a golden arm I raised my brow as I watched him walk towards (Y/N) who didn't seem so happy to see him. I couldn't help but ease into their conversation, I leaned forward over the counter so I could hear them more clearly. "Lucio.. What are you doing here? I thought you hated visiting me at work." (Y/N) crossed her arms as she looked up at the fancy man.
"Oh I do.. It's so plain... But I'm not here to complain about your poor job choice.. I'm here because my mother is visiting.. And I can't be with her alone so I came to get you." The man scoffed at the thought of his mother visiting, and why would he take her home? Are they family? Maybe their siblings.. But if they are by the way the man dresses he seems to be rich.. Then does this mean (Y/N)'s rich as well.. Why didn't she tell me.. She probably has her reasons for not telling me I sighed before listening in on their conversation again.
"Why is mom visiting? She barely even talks to us!" She groaned as I watched her pace back and forth, clearly stressed at the thought of their mom visiting.
"I don't know! I received a letter this morning stating that she'll be here in an hour! So hurry and close up.." The man headed back towards the door. "I'll be in the car waiting, I can't stand this place.. It's too plain!"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she watched him walk out. I stood up and walked over to her. "You ok? What was that all about." As I approached her I watched as she nearly jumped out of her skin. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
She took a deep breath before going to face me and giving me a playful punch causing the both of us to laugh. "Don't scare me like that, and If you want to know what that was all about, well that there was my brother.. and apparently our mother is going to be visiting him and I don't really like it when she visits for reasons.." I watched as she finished cleaning up the tables and hanging up her apron. She looked back at me, giving me a sweet smile that made my heart melt.
"I hope things go well with your mom." I scratched the back of my neck, she headed towards the door but I had to ask her something and it had to be now before it's too late.. "(Y/N).. Before you leave.. There's something I want to ask.." I looked everywhere avoiding eye contact because I was too nervous to even look her in the eyes.
"Alright, ask away." She turned towards me with her hand still on the door. I was about to speak but was interrupted by the honk of a car indicating for her to hurry up. She sighed before facing me again. "I'm sorry Asra.. My brother is extremely inpatient.. Do you think you can tell me tomorrow?"
I frowned before nodding. "Yeah.. Of course.. I'll tell you what I had to say tomorrow.. Have a nice day with your family.." I gave her a small smile.
"Thanks Asra! I'll see you tomorrow." Just like that she was gone out the door and in the front seat of her brother's luxurious car. I slumped back resting my head on the wall behind me.. "I had my chance.. And yet I blew it....... There's always tomorrow..... I hope.." I clenched my fist as I started to stand, I turned all the lights off as I walked out the door, taking the keys to the cafe out of my pocket, putting them in the lock, turning all so slowly as I locked the doors to the cafe. As I headed home I couldn't help but think, will she say yes.. Will she say no.. Maybe she'll just laugh in my face and say not a chance.. No.. She's not cruel, She wouldn't do that to me.. Or maybe she will.. Well I'll just have to wait and see for myself.. Tomorrow can't come sooner.. I walked into my home, hung my jacket on the hook by the door before falling onto the couch for a well deserved nap. I will ask her tomorrow.. This time I won't let anyone interrupt me.. Tomorrow's the day.. I know it! I closed my eyes as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Julian
I was working my shift at the hospital as usual and today I was helping (Y/N) with a few patients that came in and it was a bit to much for her to handle so I volunteered to help her out, today I'm also planning on asking her out, which will be hard because everytime I try I'm just a nervous reck.. I walked down the hall of the hospital as I checked out the next patients notes but as I was walking I ended up bumping into someone who was walking the opposite direction as I and was also distracted by looking at a patients notes, I shook my head as I looked down to see it was (Y/N) that I bumped into, I turned pale as I scurried to my feet helping them up in the process. "I am so sorry (Y/N), I wasn't looking where I was going." I scratched the back of my neck as I looked down at her.
She gave me the sweetest smile that nearly made my heart melt. "It's ok Julian! I wasn't looking where I was going either.. So technically it's both our faults." She started to giggle and I couldn't help but stare at her. She was the most beautiful person I've ever met, and that's coming from me. I've met a lot of beautiful women over the years but (Y/N), she's just drop dead gorgeous... I didn't realize that I was daydreaming because apparently (Y/N) was trying to get my attention, I looked down at her blushing like crazy. "Julian? Julian!" She punched me in the arm to get me out of my daydream which just made me blush even more.
"Huh? O-oh.. Sorry (Y/N).." She looked at me with concern.
"Are you alright? You're really red? Do you have a fever? Are you not feeling well.." I didn't have time to answer before she put the back of her hand against my forehead causing me to blush even more. "Hmmm.... You're burning up.. You should go home.. I don't want to push you to work if you're not well.." I tried to speak but there was nothing, maybe I should head home and get some rest even though I'm not sick at all.. I'm just really nervous.. I looked back at her before looking back down at the floor.
"B-before I go.. There's something I would like to ask you.." She looked at me confused before asking me to go on, but right when I was about to speak I was interrupted by a shrill scream, (YN)'s eyes grew wide.
"Sorry Julian! It'll have to wait till tomorrow.." Just like that she was down the hall in one of the patient's rooms. I frowned as I watched her bolt down the hall.
"Y-yeah.. I guess It can wait till tomorrow.." I hung my head low as I walked out of the hospital doors. Every time I try to ask her out I'm either a nervous wreck and run away.. Or I'm interrupted.. Maybe it's a sign that I should just give up and not ask the girl of my dreams out on a date.. As I was walking home I passed a lovely elderly couple sitting on the bench together feeding the birds that surrounded them. As I watched them I realized that could be (Y/N) and I someday, I blushed at the thought of growing old with the love of my life.. But If I keep chickening out on asking her.. Then I'll never get to.. Tomorrow.. Tomorrow I'll ask her for sure! It's a promise! A promise I'm going to stand by! No one will get in my way in asking her out, it will get done one way or another, my heart longs for her and I just hope she feels the same and says yes.. Only one can hope. As I entered my home I fell face first into the couch not caring about my shoes or jacket all I wanted to do was sleep and hope I dream of (Y/N) and I being happy and in love together, I smiled to myself before drifting off to a peaceful slumber.
Lucio
Today's the day! Today I will finally ask (Y/N) out! I've been trying to for weeks but she's always so busy at the restaurant. I tried convincing her to take a day off but she won't budge, then I tried convincing her boss to let her have the week off but she found out and got mad.. I want her to like me not hate me, but today is different, its the weekend and she has those days off mainly because I told her boss that she better get the weekends off or he'll lose a valuable V.I.P customer so he agreed and now she has the weekends off! And I know exactly where she's at, and that's the dog park! Apparently she was asked to walk her brother dog since she has the day off and since her brother is stuck working, sucks to be him. I attached the leashes to my babies collars which made them excited because they tried to trip me by walking around me tangling the leash around my legs, I chuckled as I got free and walked out towards the dog park. As I got there I let Mercedes and Melchior off their leashes and let them roam free, I looked around for any sign of you, when I thought everything was hopeless and you being here was just a lie, I heard your voice I quickly looked around only to see you sitting in the grass playing with an old dog. As she played with the dog I saw Mercedes and Melchior approach her laying down by her side, I gave them a glare not liking that their trying to get all her attention. I stood up straight before heading over to her. "Hey (Y/N)! Funny seeing you here! I didn't know you had today off from work!"
She looked at me with an unimpressed look which made me go pale thinking she hates me. "Funny you should say that because my boss told me you threatened him to give me the weekends off." She looked up at me with her arms crossed, not looking happy at all.
"I wouldn't use the word threaten, I persuaded him into giving you the weekends off." I gave her a big smile trying to act genuine but she saw right through me because the glare intensified, at this rate she's never going to agree to going out with me! I reached out into my doggy bag that's full of doggy treats and other dog stuff including a blanket which I pulled out and laid upon the grass.
"A blanket? Really? Are you afraid to get your fancy expensive outfit dirty?" She rolled her eyes as she turned away from me.
"No! That's not it, There's bugs that live in this grass and I'm sorta terrified of bugs.." I could swear I heard a stifled laugh from her but seeing her smile again makes it all worth it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just I can't imagine someone like you being afraid of bugs." She turned her head to face me as if i'm going to tell her how I became terrified of bugs.
"What do you mean by someone like me?" I looked down thinking it was a bad thing, I've been trying my best to be the person she likes.. But maybe I'm not trying hard enough.
"What I mean is, how could someone as strong, handsome and even rich be scared of itty bitty little bugs." My face started to turn red at the fact that she called me strong and handsome.
"W-well.. A few years ago I had an incident that involved bugs and ever since I've been terrified of them." I looked down at the blanket I was sitting on not wanting to remember that day.
"Oh... I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.. But I guess I could say I was just a little curious about your past." My head shot up as I stared at her, she wanted to know about my past! Does this mean she likes me?! No... She probably only likes my money like every other girl I've dated.. I sighed laying back down on the blanket, I hadn't realized how late it's been because the sun had just now started to set. If I want to find out if she likes me or not I have to ask her out and I just hope she likes me for me and not for my money.
"It's ok, it's in the past!" I gave her my one of a kind smirk before speaking again. "But no more of the past there's actually something I wanted to ask you." She looked down at me with her head tilted to the side as if she was curious in what I had to say. As soon as my mouth opened her phone dinged, I watched her look at what it was when her eyes wide I figured it wasn't good and that she had to leave.
"I'm sorry Lucio but can you tell me tomorrow? I gotta go! I didn't realize it was so late already. I'm going to be late for dinner!" I watched her as she got up from the grass grabbing the leash to the dog she was here with.
"Yeah of course! It can wait! I should head home as well. If I'm out for too long I'll have to end up carrying Mercedes and Melchior home, and that ain't fun." I let out a small chuckle as I stood up picking the blanket up before shoving it back into the bag.
I heard a small giggle escape from her lips. "That would be exhausting especially with how big the two of them are. Well I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
I gave her a playful smirk. "Ah so you do want to see me tomorrow~ Don't miss me to much!" She playfully shoved me laughing as she walked away. I couldn't help but stare at her till she was out of view. I frowned before grabbing the leashes of Mercedes and Melchior as we headed home. "Mercedes, Melchior do you think she'll say yes if I ask her out.." All the dogs did was stare at me blankly. "I don't know why I expect an answer from you two, your dogs, you can't speak." As soon as I said that they growled at me. "Ok maybe you can't speak but you can understand me." The two dogs looked forward again before walking towards our home. Maybe she will say yes.. Or maybe she'll just scoff and say not a chance.. I looked up at the night sky. (Y/N) isn't like the other girls i've met and or dated, she's different so maybe she will say yes! I gave myself a large smile as I entered my house releasing Mercedes and Melchior from their leashes. "I won't know for sure unless I ask and the only way to do that is to wait till tomorrow." I kicked my shoes off as I walked up the stairs seeing that a pair of my silk pajamas were laying neatly on my bed, as I picked them up I ran a hand through the silk before frowning. "I want her to love me for me.. Not my riches.. Every girl has loved me for my money and it just broke my heart so I'm hoping that (Y/N) is different.. She has to be! I mean I see her helping the elderly cross the street! So she must be different!" I swiftly changed into my pajamas before laying in my luxurious bed. Tomorrow.. Tomorrow is when I finally ask her out, a small smile formed on my lips as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Muriel
Today is the day..... I-i'm going to ask (Y/N) out.. I've gotten advice from Asra.. But I'm not sure if it'll work.. I saw on the internet that I should just be myself.. But if that doesn't work then I'll give Asra's advice a chance.. Today (Y/N) and I were helping out at the animal sanctuary and I was glad that no one else is here because I still don't like crowds, and I'm glad (Y/N) understands that part of me.. Everytime I'm around her I just want to be even closer and maybe hold her hand.. Just the thought of that makes me blush. I was out tending to the chickens with (Y/N) and I was thinking of a way to ask her out without making a fool of myself.. As I was thinking (Y/N) picked up one of the chickens who seemed to be injured and started patching it up. "Poor little guy must've got caught on the fence..." I watched as she smoothed the chicken's feathers out before she gently set her down into one of the nests. "Try not to walk on your leg too much nugget.. I dont want it to get even more injured.." The chicken bawked at her as if it was trying to say ok. I smiled at how kind she is to the chickens.
"We should change the fence...... So they don't injure themselves anymore..." I threw down some chicken feed so the chickens could eat.
"I agree.. I don't like seeing these poor chickens getting hurt.." Her and I walked out of the chicken coop before starting on a new fence for them.
"These chickens should be safe now....." I looked over at her as she put up the last bit on the new fence.
"Anything to help the chickens and other animals here! Now what's next on the list." She pulled out a sheet of paper with a list of things we needed to get done. "Next up is feed the snakes! Asra usually does that when he's here but since it's just the two of us then we might as well get it done!" I followed her to the snake bin and on the way there she grabbed the snake food which was fuzzy mice.
"How much do they need again..." I looked at the snakes then the fuzzy mice.
"One per snake, I'll hold the snakes you feed them." I stared at her before nodding. I watched as she picked up a snake that just slithered around her arm. I took a fuzzy mouse out of the bag and held it out. As soon as I did, the snake snatched it right out of my hand. I was a bit shocked at the sudden movement before chuckling.
"They're fast..." I pet the top of the snake's head gently.
"I know right! Asra loves them just as much as he loves his pet Faust. Now That I think about it, I think he loves snakes more than his own twin sister!" I couldn't help but laugh at that statement.
"Sorry.... But I think that might be true..." As I said that she ended up laughing as well as we finished feeding the snakes.
"It's sad... But quite true..." She locked up the animal feed once we finished up. I looked up at the sky as I watched the sky turn from bright blue to an orangish red as the sun started to set, I looked over at her before blushing.
"(Y/N).... T-there's actually something I wanted to a-ask you....." I looked down at my feet as I tried getting the courage to ask her out..
"What is it, Muriel? You know you can ask me anything." She stared at me with the brightest smile I've ever seen, I took a deep breath and right as I was about to speak her phone rang, I frowned.
She answered it and after a bit of her being on the phone she frowned. "I'm sorry Muriel... That was my dad.. He told me I need to get home asap.. Asra probably did something stupid again.. Once again I'm sorry.. You can ask me what you wanted to ask tomorrow.." I frowned before nodding at her.
"Ok... I guess it can wait till tomorrow..."
"Thanks again Muriel! I'll see you tomorrow!" As those last words left her lips she was gone out of site, I frowned before walking home myself, luckily I don't live that far from the animal sanctuary, as soon as I entered my little hut I was greeted by my pet wolf Inanna who was sleeping by the fire, I gave her a little pet before walking to my bed, I took my hoodie off before resting my head on the plump pillow which laid at the head of the bed, I stared up at the ceiling thinking will she say yes If I ask her tomorrow... Or will she just think I'm a weird loner... Well I guess I'll find out for sure tomorrow... As soon as I closed my eyes I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) As far as I know, my paternal grandparents – they'll be hitting 54 years next year. My maternal grandparents also remained married for I think around 52 years, but my grandpa passed away in 2015.
Do you have any Eastern European ancestry? I very much doubt that.
Where is your car parked right now? Our carport.
When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? I've never traveled alone, but my last trip without my family was in June when I went to Bangkok with friends. I'm still in awe we got to pull that off, and all for a concert.
Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Of course. My Asian ancestors and I would find it horrifying otherwise.
What’s your favorite movie series? Twilight is probably the only movie series I've seen from start to finish – and I will do it over and over again until my dying breath haha.
How are you feeling today? A little stressed on one side, but I'm also actively trying to calm myself down given it's the weekend and I deserve at least two days to relax and take some weight off my shoulders hahaha.
Look to the right - what’s the first thing you see? Just a couch pillow. And the wall.
^^ What does that thing remind you of? How my ex broke the springs on one part of this couch like, 3 days into my parents buying said couch.
What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? Ash brown.
What is something that’s considered a luxury, but you wouldn’t want to live without? A phone.
Do you want to move anytime soon? Uh not really, I'm not in a rush.
Did you have coffee this morning? Of course. I'm also on my second coffee today, currently.
How good/bad was the quality of education you received in high school? I'd say it was pretty excellent – it's some of the teachers that were the problem. Some of them liked to take things so personally (blatantly disliking students for no reason, like wtf?) it felt so ridiculous to be there and watch it just happen. I was super annoyed with it from the onset that just to amuse and distract myself I'd also just subtly let them know back that I didn't like them and what they were doing. I'm sure I hit a few nerves during my time there but it wasn't like they could do anything because I did well in my classes and held a few leadership positions lol.
What was the most interesting year of your life, and why? 2021 was very fascinating. I went from planning a Recklessly Permanent Deed to finding BTS, turning my life around, meeting new friends, and realizing what happiness feels like.
What was the first social media site you ever used? I don't think it counts as social media but it was a local forum marketed for tween/teen girls.
Do you have any exes you really regret dating? I wouldn't say the regret fully points to the ex per se, but more so on the time wasted. I invested so much (ultimately) unnecessary effort and energy when I could've been doing other things. What brand of laundry detergent do you use? We use Tide.
Are you prone to mood swings? Mostly during work.
Have you ever lied on a resume? Or even in a job interview? I have mostly been honest. I'm incapable of living on a lie.
Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? My mom's younger brother's family. As icy as our relationship has gotten, they do objectively have a nice house hahaha.
What was the last thing you bought, other than food? A new vape pen.
Do you smoke? Or vape? Just vape. I wouldn't turn down a cigarette, but I'd also never buy a pack for myself.
What are you dreading right now? Becoming a director, uugggGhhhhghggGGHGHGHHHH.
What brought about the end of the worst relationship you’ve been in? It was just an ugly buildup of six years' worth of differences and incompatibilities.
Where was the last place you spent the night other than your own home? Our Airbnb in Nasugbu.
Do you have any step- or half-siblings? Nope.
Have you ever been catcalled? Duh.
How old were you when you started scheduling your own doctors appointments? 22 or 23, I think?
Have you ever driven across an international border? Yup, when we went from Singapore to Malaysia.
When was the last time you spoke to a neighbor? 3-4 months ago when we needed help to jumpstart my car.
Is your best friend male or female? Female.
When was the last time you washed your bed sheets? Around a month ago.
What do people always seem to think is weird about you? I dunno. You'd have to ask them because I've never been told anything about this to my face lol.
Ever notice how high schools in movies/tv shows are portrayed way differently than in real life? Yeah, but I get it. You have to dramatize things like that to make them more interesting to watch because life is pretty boring for the most part.
Do you ever braid your hair? No.
What food sounds the most appetizing right now? I'm full, thanks.
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Bon Soir, Mes Amis
Have you all seen it yet? Good. Lestat and I are just sitting down to rewatch the first one in the privacy of our own home, and to watch episode two. Of course, I adored seeing it with everyone last night, and I had much I wanted to say, but I didn't want to spoil anything for you all. Below are my thoughts.
Jacob Anderson is a phenomenal Louis. I adore every fiber of his being.
Sam Reid proved himself as a Lestat, even if I don't quite agree with every writing decision they made about him. Even Lestat loved him. Lestat still hates his hair though.
Daniel! I love the acknowledgement of the boomer that Daniel never became. That old man perfectly captures Daniel's essence and I'll be thrilled to see Armand stalk and destroy that crochety old man.
My beloved siblings. Paul was perfect. Sincere and wild eyed and committed. I sobbed watching him fall again. Though I didn't like the removal of the supernatural from his death. And my dear sister. Sweet and strong. I liked the name they chose for her, since I never published one as she has living descendants, and the good relationship they have her with her husband. It's everything I wanted for her.
I miss our clothes. I understand that they didn't want to deal with any of the events of the 19th century in America with a black Louis but that suit just isn't doing it for me. Anderson deserves satins.
What the devil is with the Dubai apartment? That excessively luxurious modernity is more Seth's speed. I am more a man of my time.
I wish they'd let Anderson be softer with his brother. There are ways of showing the repressed gay man having to be tough against his nature without having him pull a knife on Paul. Let him be tender and kind. I beg of you. Let him show the softness he deserves.
That sex scene. That was groundbreaking and beautiful. That's going to live in my head forever. And no, horny anon, I will not speak to it's accuracy. Though I will tell you that's exactly what being bitten feels like.
That's all the major points for now. I'm sure I'll have more to say after we watch the next one. Please talk to me about this. I want to watch this with you and hear your human perspectives! Good evening, friends.
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Okay I have headcanon request 🤚🏻I hope it's fine that I creep in ur ask box again hehe ^^`
Okay so: Cutthroat with a biological sister but she wasn't a part of his childhood. Like she maybe was abandoned or something. How would he react when finding out she's just a normal civilian?
+ If you want to: Courier getting into a relationship with cutthroats sister. C:
Dear, I wish you a great day/evening and please remember to eat well. ⚡💕 And stand proud for our precious bean swindler >:3 thank you!
Note: Of course I don't mind! It's always a treat to see someone I recognize! You better make sure to eat well and have a good day/evening if you're telling me to. Yes it's an order—
Halfway through I just started referring to Cutthroat's sister as the reader, thus me saying "you." So I hope that's not too confusing, let me know if it is so I can edit it— also, this is a little bit of a long read for headcanons, so I hope no one gets whiplash if they decide to hit readmore cause I certainly know I would-
TW: mention of familial murder, and I feel like I should mention this has underlying tones of ....delusion...? I don't wanna say it but I feel like maybe even an undertone of incest...? I just want to properly warn anyone.
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♡༄ Cutthroat with an ordinary citizen sister (?)
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So here, I'll improvise and assume that Cutthroat was told he had a sister as a child, but because they were separated, he never actually got the luxury of meeting her.
When Cutthroat was younger, he probably played out fantasies with his sister in his head, despite her never actually being there. Growing up, I could see Cutthroat finding solidarity in the fact that he thinks there's someone out there just like him. His mind doesn't doubt for a second after learning he has a blood related sibling, that, she too sees what he does. Red, swirling halos.
He even thinks of how lovely it would be had they gotten to share the death of their mother together. In his delusions, he may have even talked to his sister like she was there after it happened. It would be an attempt at further justifying what he'd done. His sister would have been happy too, right? To see their mother's red blood spill...?
As a result, Cutthroat has a very specific image of his sister in his mind. Meaning that if she didn't fit his mold, he'd have a hard time differentiating the version of his sister that he's got in his head versus the actual version he's being met with.
At first, this creates a weird dynamic where his sister might not actually feel all that much like his sister. At times perhaps she'll feel more like a friend viewing the relationship he has with the version of her he's created in his head. If that makes any sense.
When he meets his sister, the significant questions to be had are absolutely none. Even if she is an ordinary citizen. He's not surprised she hasn't killed anyone because he doesn't think to ask. He just assumes it's so. He doesn't think to ask whether or not she even sees halos either. He again, just assumes it's so because that's what he has always thought.
He is however, aware that this is his sister, even with the version of her in his head that isn't quite her.
With her actually there now to fuel his unwavering obsession though, the false version he's created no longer has as much impact until later down the road...he more or less seems to forget the image of his sister that he previously had.
Cutthroat doesn't hesitate to immediately become clingy, coming to his sister for things, such as a place to take a bath, someone to provide him with warmth, attention, something to eat...
This very quickly causes an attachment to grow and a red halo to form above his sister's head.
Soon after he's protective and easily questions his sister about the day to day tasks she partakes in, what she's doing, if he can come....he's following even after she says no.
He may go out of his way to bring his sister "gifts" to earn her approval.
When his sister doesn't approve is when he starts to talk to the version he has of her inside his head again. It's odd to him that his sister doesn't share the same fascination of blood and murder like he always thought she would...so to cope, his mind will fall back to how it was before he met her in person.
He "talks" to the version of his sister that he's created in his head and eventually concludes that this is what was meant to happen. That his sister was meant to be this close to him and that she must die in his hands just like their mother did. It's ultimately what's going to erase the overwhelming emotions he feels as he claims yet another person he loves as his.
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♡༄ Courier dating Cutthroat's sister—
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Getting into a relationship....
Courier was and is very wary of Cutthroat because of the type of person he knows Cutthroat to be. It doesn't matter to him if you are his sister. Cutthroat is still a ruthless murderer. Ask Kansai, they'll tell you all about it.
He was likely....how do I put this... very unaware that you were his sister at first because had he known beforehand, he'd have gone the extra mile to avoid any run in's with you. He is not looking for trouble and who knows what Cutthroat's sister has up her own sleeve.
Cutthroat will selfishly take up all of your time and even gets upset if you plan to leave for an extended period of time. Especially if it's with Courier, who he'll come to see as competition while the days progress and your relationship with Courier does too.
If you remind Courier that the two of you are blood related, you'll be able to garner a small response in understanding as he begrudgingly let's you take part in helping Cutthroat however you please.
Courier also somewhat understands that, he too is a criminal. Of a different caliber, sure. But he's not oblivious to how hypocritical it would be to outcast someone like Cutthroat.
You are also your own person and Courier can only bluntly warn you that your decision to give in isn't smart. He can't stop you though, and likely won't try to at first.
It will get to a point where Courier is irritated that Cutthroat seems to have a growing fascination over you. It's not that Courier is exactly jealous, it's that to him, Cutthroat's behavior is becoming increasingly more obsessive.
He's not afraid to let you know it's strange through small comments that serve as reminders either.
Courier will tolerate it if he loves you enough for a little while, however he tries to make it clear as broad daylight that he's got a bad taste in his mouth about Cutthroat, so he wants nothing to do with him anymore.
Courier may eventually start telling Cutthroat no on your behalf, even if he promised himself not to let your matters affect him.
This will ultimately cause stress and conflict on your relationship with Courier because of how upset it's making Cutthroat to be told no by someone whose taking up his sister's time.
As Courier feels you and him start to drift, he has a gut feeling something is wrong. You might love Cutthroat as a brother, but there's no way you'd allow him to devour this much of your time...right?
If Courier is unlucky, he won't be able save you in time.
If he is, which, you can almost count on as his intuition isn't something to be underestimated... he's able to save your life from a bloodlusted encounter with Cutthroat and hopefully now you're convinced....that something is very wrong with your brother.
Or maybe you're not. In which case, Courier would see it as a lost cause to continue the relationship, even if his intuition tells him it's deadly to leave you alone now. It can't be helped, so he won't bother any longer.
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About my idol!OC
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a/n: I made this for giggles!! Please don't take anything seriously and I'll credit any pictures I use if I can find a source!!
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NAME: Kagami Shirokane
ENGLISH NAME: Angelina
STAGE NAME: kagami (카가미)
ETHNICITY: Mexican + Japanese
GROUP: DREAMDAY (under hybe labels)
Role: maknae, main vocalist, subdancer
BIRTHDAY: 2/26/2005
AGE: 19
Representative emoji(s):🐻‍❄️,🌤, 🍙
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(Credits: ??? I couldn't retrace the source.)
About her (upbringing) : she grew up for the most part, bouncing between places, jumping from Japan to the states back and forth. In school, she was considered her schools ice princess, she was seen as cool and composed, and her resting face was no help. Her personality was fairly misunderstood, she wasn't rude and aloof, she was soft hearted and kept to herself. She was subjected to mild bullying for this seemingly cold attitude.
About her (currently): a fairly extroverted introvert who keeps to herself. she's a very warm person despite her cool outer appearance. She loves fashion and experiments often with different styles. She adores styles like acubi and grunge, but she can also appreciate simpler or more luxurious styles
Her relationships:
Jiyu (her groups leader): like a big sister, always giving Kagami good advice and is a comforting person for kagami.
aeri (group member): BFF, like her twin. She and aeri (according to netizens) basically share the same braincells, on the same wavelength of eachother.
Dachae (group member): a dear friend to kagami, always welcoming her with open arms and kindness
haoyu (group member): a good friend! Bonding over the fact they're both foreigners, and the difficulties that came along with it.
Bangchan: a good friend, was always kind to her and treated her like his own kid when she was a trainee at jyp before she inevitably left
Lee felix: like a big brother, she always shares her snacks with him no matter what. She looks up to him the most
Jake: a good friend, they both bully eachother relentlessly but it's all fun in games, also another person she shares her snacks with (sometimes..)
Jungwon: her "pookiedookie bear" loves to harrass him (she loves him to death and would give up her spleen for him) they're good friends and they were eachothers rocks to lean on when life got tough. Sibling-like friendship
Danielle: HER 4LIFER pt.1 they always are spotted never too far from one another
Haerin: a new but kind friend to her. They bonded over their habits of collecting cute little trinkets
Hanni: HER 4LIFER pt.2!! Also another one she's never too far from, her little shnuckums pookums
Minji: like a big sister (yet again) kagami loves her to death♡
Ni-ki: crush (?) Good friends since her predebut days (2019 - 2022) they both have juicy ahh crushes on eachother but shhh... they don't know yet. They care about eachother so much and she's his number one hypegirl
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bonus stuff:
Favorite song!!:
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^ her and her group together but with their representative emojis doodled onto them!!
(Credits: I believe this photo is itzys)
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Her style of clothes:
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(photo credits: stylesbybells on pinterest!!)
Mini- kagami
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(photo credits: posted onto pinterest by yeinun)
Random weverse updates!!:
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1/16/23
9:20 AM KST
Hihi daydreams!! Have you eaten well today? If you haven't, please enjoy a warm and healthy meal with friends or family!! :) we are working hard on our next comeback! I'm anxious to share it to daydream, but I cant... :-( anyhow! I promise I won't disappoint, I love you daydream!
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2/26/23
1:20 pm KST
HEYA DAYDREAMM!! I'm coming at you guys with a lot of energy because it's my birthday and I got some surprises for you all🤫.. one word, vlog!...♡ anyways, please eat well and treat yourselves good! I love you all so much..🤍🤍🐻‍❄️
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2/26/23
3:50 pm KST
Aahh.. riki took all the kittens attention (;_;)
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2/26/23
5:30 pm KST
Me and my girlies✨️🐻‍❄️🐱🐰🐥🐹
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3/18/23
2:30 pm KST
I was just walking back from lunch when this cute kitty greeted me lol🤍 how are you all today? It's a nice day out to me, it's rainy, but personally, im a fan of the rain hehe♡
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2/19/24
Ahhh this concert was so amazing daydream.. but I miss you all already and the concerts just ended.. I can't wait to see you all again. I love you all!!
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Taken - Blue Moon Series - Chapter 19a
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*Warning Adult Content*
Elder Cyrus
"My fathers here," those three words was all it took to make us all freeze in shock.
But the shock didn't last for very long because with blurring speed both Lakota and Teagan were already disappearing in the trees, one of them giving out a deadly growl.
With a curse I took off after my mate along with Gale beside me and the rest of the group.
"How is he moving so fast?" Gale asked in confusion at the speed which our mate was running.
"I don't know but at the moment there's not much that can surprise me after what we just witnessed in that infirmary."
"I guess we can chalk it down to the Seer again," he growled.
I glanced at him for a second then trained my eyes back on the two brothers.
Why was their father here all of a sudden?
Didn't he know that he was on everyone's shit list?
Lakota was so lite on his feet I saw.
They were barely touching the forest floor.
The seer really did give Lakota her powers.
I didn't know much about Seers but I did know that they had an arsenal of different powers not many other supernatural being had the luxury to have.
But the big question was why would she take Lakota's wolf and give her powers to him?
The trees had turned into a blurry mass of green as we closed in on the borderline.
The unfamiliar smell of another wolf invaded my senses.
He really is here.
We all came to a stop, moments after Lakota and Teagan arrived and there stood a deep gray wolf with white paws.
And just like Lakota his eyes were a deep gold.
Clenching my teeth I walked past the two siblings glaring daggers at the man.
"What was the purpose of coming here now?" I growled taking a protective stance in front of Lakota.
This grabbed the older wolfs attention and he finally looked at me.
Slowly we all held our breath as he walked closer crossing the border line and into our territory willingly.
He just publicly placed himself in a vulnerable position, in front of the Alpha no less.
Then he suddenly the wolf tucked his tail between his legs and lowered himself to the ground in an act of surrender.
Stunned we all watched him, his ears laid down in perfect submission.
I took a deep breath to see if this was some sort of trap but no... there were no other scents but his.
Footsteps behind me approached as I glanced up to find Avery staring down at him, his expression gave nothing away.
"You are giving yourself up?" he asked, his tone was stern yet soft.
The older wolf closed his eyes and never moved.
"If this is what you want but just know, you are not well liked here and everyone wants you dead. You may have not done anything to me and mine but the ones I have allied with would have your head if they had anything to say about it."
Again the wolf didn't even flinch.
"So be it."
Reaching down Alpha Avery grabbed the back of his scruff while Connor who had rushed forward before his mate could and blocked his path.
The wolf obediently followed.
"Well, that was unexpected," Gale said as he watched as the four of them walked off while both Gale and I stayed behind.
Sighing I turned towards Lakota but his eyes were trained only on his father.
"Come on, let's get you inside to rest," I said touching his shoulder to guide him but I was met with resistance.
"I don't feel like resting," his flat tone made me blink as I turned back to him only to see dull, vacant gold eyes staring back into mine.
Instantly my blood ran cold.
When I looked over at Gale I saw he had noticed the same thing and closed his eyes in dejection.
Lakota barely spared us a glance as he walked right past us and back to the house.
I was sure he was more interested in his father than us.
Vengeance was on his mind and nothing else.
"What do we do?" Gale asked, lines were etched deep in his face as we both watched his back.
Was there anything we could do?
It was like Teagan all over again.
Getting him to finally be part of society was hard enough when all he ever wanted to be was in wolf form.
To get him to accept his human form was difficult enough.
No after all he'd been through with the Syrin... the Seer goes and brings back all those terrible memories for him.
It was like starting at square one.
I'd seen the same look in his brother's eyes back when they trained for I-Division a few years ago.
All the private training sessions we had just to get him to accept people getting close to him.
Lakota hadn't been driven insane like Teagan but he wasn't far off when I took him in.
"Trust," I said, turning towards Gale.
"Building trust."
"Trust," Gale echoed my words.
"But for now we need to keep an eye on our mate so he doesn't hurt himself or others. He's not himself and honestly I don't think he ever will be again."
"Don't," Gale's voice was strained
"I'm only being realistic. Can you go back to who you once were if you relived the most horrific moments in your life. And in Lakota's case that means reliving the same nine years of torture over and over again. That would break anyone."
Gale didn't say anything... he couldn't.
"No one's mind would be able to handle that. That's years upon years of therapy just to get back to being okay but never normal."
There was a knock in my throat as I voiced my thoughts.
Clearing my throat I continued.
"So right now were going to be there for him. We're going to be anything or anyone he needs. Even if it means doing something we might regret later."
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"Where is he?" a thunderous roar echoed throughout the house.
"Shit," Gale cursed under his breath as he moved from his post on the wall.
We had been silently watching Lakota as he paced like a caged wolf, in front of the door that led to the basement were our new prisoner was being held.
While Teagan had been leaning against the opposite wall, still as a statue glaring with red eyes at the door, almost like he was contemplating about melting the metal to liquid.
Alpha Avery had told both him and Teagan to stay out of the room, all the while leaving us in charge of the angry siblings, itching for their father's blood.
"He's mine."
"Father, stop," I saw Gale rush the Vampir king.
"What are you doing Gale, get off me," Elijah's dark green eyes were slowly turning a raging black.
Not good.
"Elijah," I called moving quickly to detain him.
"Alpha's orders were to leave him be for now," I told him sternly but all I received was a glare back.
"Boy... I was the one who made this alliance to kill these murdering bastards and you think that Avery's word is law to me?" he hissed, his fangs had descended now.
On close inspection they were much bigger than Gales, intimidating almost.
It took all my strength to hold back the ridiculously strong man.
I guess this was the power of a vampire king.
Gale's teeth were gritted tightly as his muscles strained to hold back his own father.
"I have every right, its justice. Now let me go."
The walls seemed to shake was his anger and I knew that I would probably have to use my powers to keep him from wreaking havoc.
But just as I was thinking of immobilizing the king I heard a heavy door slamming behind me and curse.
"Lakota," I snapped but it was too late as I looked to find both my mate and Teagan gone.
The sound of the metal bar being placed in front of the door echoed throughout the hall.
"Seriously who designed this door. Who puts a bar in the inside of a prison dungeon?" I exclaimed as I let go of Elijah and rushed to the door banging my fist on it.
"Lakota, Teagan get back here, now."
"Dammit," Gale's exclaim made me look back to see that his father had over powered him and had him by the throat, up against the wall.
He looked ready to kill him, with his fangs dripping dangerously and his eyes blazing black I knew there was no other way.
My wolf had moved before I could react at the sight of Gale being hurt.
"Don't touch him," I growled and without a second thought I opened myself up and found the kings wave length.
Attaching those invisible strings to his brain I sent a shockwave through them sending him to the ground in agony as he dropped Gale to the floor.
Finally I pulled away from him, closing my mental walls once more and rushed to Gale's side.
He was coughing, holding his neck as he gasped for air.
Placing my hand on his shoulder I lifted his chin up so I could get a better look and a rage started boiling out of nowhere.
Snapping my glare over to Elijah, I was about ready to fry his brain for good but Gale stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
Looking back he shook his head and sighed.
"Just leave it. He's right, after what Lakota's parents did to our cousin, he has every right to be angry."
"Well he has no right to hurt you because of his rage."
"When a vampire enters a state like that it's impossible to know what you're doing. We're basically out of control and barely even conscious," he explained so I let it go but I still wanted to rip his head off.
"Wow. I didn't know you care so much Cyrus," Gale teased, this made me narrow my eyes at him in warning.
"Go to hell."
"No thanks," I tightened my lips to prevent a smile.
His brown eyes were sparkling at me with amusement and I reached out pushing his face away and got to my feet.
"Well that's one problem down," I said glancing at the king, as he lay unconscious on the floor.
Gale grunted as he rose to his feet as well and walked up to my side.
"Now how do we get our little mate away from his father?"
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