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roughentumble · 2 years

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wait ok it doesnt have anything to do with the halloween thing BUT. one day jaskier discovers fairies exist... when a little winged man all dressed in black starts making his life hell. small things like moving his keys after he sets them down, but bigger things like breaking his sugar bowl and knocking over his CD shelf, turning all his eggs and milk the day he buys them. he doesnt say anything, except the one time he INSISTED jaskier destroyed his home, which jaskier is certain he didnt do and therefore doesnt deserve such cruelty and ire.

he spots this fairy around his house one day, certainly there to cause trouble like always, and he reaches out and grabs him before he can do anything. there's a moment of terror on his little face, and jaskier has a split second to realize he could crush this little being right in the palm of his hand, which must be rather frightening indeed, and hadnt been quite the threat he was trying to make-- when it visciously bites his hand and curses him. "everything you touch shall wither," he's told, as pain shoots up his arm, so intense he drops the little man, giving him time to scurry away. he cant even open his fingers properly, the whole arm spasming, and he rushes to the doctor to find he has a severe case of carpal tunnel. it doesnt respond to treatment of any sort, and any food the hand brushes wilts into a rotten mess in second. he cant play or write or eat with it, and it throbs ceaselessly no matter what he does.

he stomps out into his yard one day, irritated and in pain, and paces to let off steam. as he does so, he sees a little crushed mushroom in his path. he almost steps on it, but then something catches his eye and he bends down to peer at it a little closer. crushed into the dirt is bits of the mushroom, leaves, detritus... and a little pair of black pants, so muddy and torn as to be useless. there's a tiny bit of copper that mustve once been /something/, but now it's just a useless crushed heap. and there's half a leaf which appears to have the tiniest painting he's ever seen in his life-- presumably only possible with proportionally small hands.

it was a little home, with something living in it. and worse still, he remembers stepping on it. it had just been on a whim, he saw it and he wanted to smash it, so he did. he hadnt realized it belonged to anyond. he wonders if his new little adversary had had anywhere warm or safe to sleep since his home and belongings had been destroyed. guilt eats at him as he looks down at the meager pile of once-loved items. he makes up his mind to do something, and goes down to the local hardware store.

despite the pain in his arm, he works to build and carve something like he never has before-- a little tiny house, as a replacement for the one he destroyed. he even waterproofs it, so it'll last, and stakes it outside beneath a tree. he calls out, explains what it's for, but doesnt get a response. he sighs, pats the little black roof, and heads back inside his own home for the night.

when he wakes up, however, the pain in his arm is miraculously gone. when he rushes outside, he finds the little door he'd left open shut tightly, and he swears he can just barely see the edge of a face peering out at him from one of the windows he'd(rather badly) included on the sides. he profusely thanks the fairy, bemoaning the fact he never even bothered to learn its name, and even leaves a little thimble full of warm milk and honey outside it's door, just to share something nice with it.

afterwords, he finds that he never misplaces his keys while he's home again

#and then to expand on it and make it geraskier they start hanging out now the problem's been rectified!#maybe to incorporate the halloween thing all the other fairies where geralt came from were all cutesy little flower things #but geralt was born on halloween and has this totally different aesthetic and he just isnt well liked!! so he lives on his own #cuz everyone thinks he's spooky :(#and THEN his HOME got DESTROYED! rude >:(#but anyway he's VERY shy for the longest time after their feud ends #jaskier's out and he finds the most darling little pocket charms that are shaped like pumpkins and theyre only a few dollars #so he picks up a few to offer to geralt. who snatches them up and squirrels them away in his home immediately #and after that geralt divulges the whole ''fairies tend to be fairies Of something. for some its roses or laughter but mine is halloween''#and the rest of his lonely little backstory #and so jaskier decorates his whole house in halloween stuff for geralt even tho its out of season just to make him happy 🥺#''you know i always loved halloween as a kid but ive been so down these past few years i havent put anything up #but i think doing this for you helped get me back in the spirit! :)''#also i imagine jaskier has pierced ears and when geralt is nervous he likes to sit on jaskier's shoulder and spin his earring stud #like fidgeting with it.#and also also of course eventially geralt uses magic to become big and kiss jaskier on the mouth. obviously #and they live in a cute goth halloween-y house forever and are in love #witcher tag #ogc tag #ALSO yall should try mulled milk its really good. its all the ingredients for mulled wine but you add lots of honey #and/or vanilla #and you put it in milk you warmed over the stove. its great.

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adamanteine · 30 days

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tag drop before i go insane actually

#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 out of character.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 prompts.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 self promo.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 promo.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 writing 　 — 　 and all this is metaphor.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 headcanon 　 — 　 the difference between prayer and mercy is how you move the tongue.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 image 　 — 　 to be lit up from within vein by vein: to be the sun.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 aesthetic 　 — 　 breaker of day: i gave you my sword‚ my heart and my faith.#&̲. 　 ¹ 　 study 　 — 　 these flowers are all fangs. comfort me‚ fury. wake me‚ witch.#&̲. 　 ² 　 main 　 — 　 lips of honey‚ eyes of fire.#&̲. 　 ² 　 a court of thorns and roses 　 — 　 girl‚ aging girl‚ is haunted by own nothingness.#&̲. 　 ² 　 modern 　 — 　 the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.#&̲. 　 ³ 　 khabib & shams 　 — 　 when you come back‚ you may not be you. and i might not be i.#&̲. 　 ³ 　 jasmine & shams 　 — 　 in the same moment‚ she birthed me and i birthed her.#&̲. 　 ³ 　 shams & zain 　 — 　 it was always you: your unutterable name‚ this growl in my throat.

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therealslimstrider · 2 months

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hey dirk, i'm trying to get my last 5mil for the golden clock- i've got truffles being made, golden eggs making mayo (item ID name glitch my beloved), i'm working on converting my island farm into a fairy rose honey farm... do you recommend anything else to make it go faster?

Before I get started on my tangent - If you're doing truffles, make sure you maximize your friendships with the pigs. Truffles are also affected by these two perks, as well as the Artisan perk.

If you've already chosen different perks, you can change them at the fatassed inflation fetish KK Slider statue in the Sewers.

The key thing to consider when playing at all is exponential growth. If I were give you 500 gold, you should be thinking about how you can turn that into 2000 gold, or more. And then you want that 2000 to make you 10k, and 10k to make 50k. You're looking for a high profit margin - meaning the gold you make is much more than the gold you spend.

This may vary depending on what you have available to you, but the tried and true method of raking in cash is as follows.

Go to the desert and spend a couple hundred thousand on Starfruit. You'll make it all back, don't even sweat it. You want enough for a couple harvests. As much as you're willing to plant.

There isn't much of a point to fertilizing since your farming is probably maxed out. Cover your farm with Starfruit. (If you're not already decked out with iridium sprinklers - Krobus sells one every Friday.)(They don't work on sand.)

Harvest it all and drop another crop. I think you have enough time in one Summer for two harvests. Sell all the Gold and Silver quality ones. Drop the others in Kegs to make wine. (I wouldn't bother with Casks. Two month payoff.) Between a Big Shed full of Starfruit Wine and Iridium Max-friendship Max-perk truffles, that should get you going.

I find it also helps to do little things around the area that help make money or even craftables along the way. I have several beehives in the Backwoods area behind the farm, because they produce honey there.

Also for my Greenhouse I have 4 iridium sprinklers. Three are watering a crop of Ancient Fruit (Toss Ancient Fruit in the seedmaker until you can fill all the plots.) and coffee. The coffee is mostly for speed boost + schmoozing villagers though. (As it's an Artisan Good, it's Universally Liked.)

If you're in Spring: replace Starfruit with Rhubarb. Fall: Cranberries. If you have the Ginger Island farm, Starfruit and Pineapples are your best friends.

There aren't a whole lot of options for exponential growth in Winter, as your pigs are just going to chew through your hay. Winter Seed crops do actually sell pretty well. Otherwise, spend every good luck day in the Skull Cavern. (Jade in a Crystalarium; take a stack of it to the Desert Trader on Sundays for staircases to save stone.) And sell your gems + iridium bars if you can spare them.

If you fish a lot, or use crab pots often, turn all the fish into Sashimi before selling. (Some exceptions apply but obviously for Normal Quality crab pot items this works wonders.)

Take the Master Slingshot and Explosive Ammo into the Skull Caverns. My god. You won't regret it.

#Dirk's Content Farm #Uhhh I think this is everything.#You should note I've never bought the Golden Clock so. Grain of salt etc.#Fairy rose honey is gonna make it hurt trying to eek out that 5mil but you can definitely do it.#I would consider making an aesthetic area for the Beehive farm so you can still have it and appreciate it.#And balance that with a money maker.#Then when you have the clock you can make all the Fairy Rose Honey you want.

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warborniphigenia · 6 months

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#{ musings } I will not be triumphed over #{ aesthetics } honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time #{ headcanons } death will be my wedding children and glory #{ visage } the scars that mark my body; they're silver and gold

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ivysmazikeen · 10 months

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tag drop ;

#visage ♆ (she wore a smile like a loaded gun.)#study ♆ (no one ever starts that way; this is how villains are made.)#words ♆ (nothing’s that bad if it feels good.)#aesthetics ♆ (white lines; pretty baby; tattoos.)#music ♆ (all the bad girls singin' and I can't help it.)#relationships ♆ (got another shorty? she ain't nothin' like me.)#interaction ♆ (fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles.)#answer ♆ (honey; i rose up from the dead i do it all the time.)

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gliideren · 1 year

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ana sofía herrera tag dump !!

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fairyhaos · 2 months

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seventeen as types of tea

requested by anon ! my tea knowledge is like. a little bit extensive. but only a little, so some of these r based off of what google says these teas taste like ++ the vibes they give me ^^

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seungcheol

ginger tea. the warmth and the spiciness and the slight sweetness of the tea definitely give me strong seungcheol vibes. the fact that it's good for you and also super delicious? hmm yeah idk but it's giving scoups

jeonghan

honey tea. a gentle, sweet tea that melts on your tongue. it reminds me of being taken care of by my mother, bc she always gave me honey tea when i was sick. for me, its a comforting tea, and the lovely sweetness gives me jeonghan vibes.

joshua

bergamot tea. most people know it as earl grey tea, and it sounds like it'll be a musky, tasteless old-people kind of tea, but its floral, citrusy taste is very vibrant and lovely. bergamot is also a nice stress reliever, and is also a vv nice cake flavour and idk. the vibes feel very joshua

junhui

jasmine tea. dude, everyone loves jasmine tea, and if you don't, then you're lying to yourself. and that's exactly like how i firmly believe that junhui is nothing except absolutely and utterly loveable. it makes me think of dim sum bc the cleansing taste of it always balances the oily food sooo well

hoshi

tea with lots of cream and sugar. it's almost horrifically sweet, but hoshi drinks it with a straight face and you can't help but wonder if, maybe, it's because the tea is so sugary that it's numbed his taste buds off forever. also he's totally the type to give himself a cream moustache.

wonwoo

hibiscus tea. the slight cranberry-ish tartness of the taste feels very much like wonwoo for some reason? it makes me think of the shininess of glasses frames, the rough texture of books, and the gentle deepness of his voice.

woozi

coffee disguised as tea. idk how to explain this bro but jihoon is Not Really a tea-drinking person in my eyes (not enough caffeine in it) but people keep telling him that having 7 coffees a day isn't good for his health so he's started drinking “tea” instead. except it's not actually tea and it's just. coffee. hidden in his flask.

minghao

matcha. matcha is lowkey just an aesthetic tea ngl but also?? it's a tea that's basically known for its health benefits bc it's just sooo so healthy and i feel like minghao, as a tea nerd, would love that. also matcha flavoured stuff is vv yum and makes me think of him for some reason

mingyu

masala chai. ive never actually had masala tea before, but i think the combination of richness and warmth and spices of it just suits him very very well. just the vibes of it make me think of mmingyu's undeniable presence and his warm, beautiful, colourful nature

dokyeom

peach tea. fruit teas are definitely more dokyeom’s style bc they're kinda attached to the idea of youth and smiles, cuz children r more likely to have fruit teas. also peach tea is just sooo so sweet and fragrant. especially iced peach tea!! to me, i think that it literally tastes like syrupy sunshine.

seungkwan

rose tea. it's just such a delicate, floral, aromatic tea with veryyyy good health benefits, and not only does it give me seungkwan vibes, i also think that he'd really like to drink it. also the floating rose buds in tea are so very aesthetic.

vernon

tea biscuits. i couldn't think of a tea for him help anyone who has anything negative to say about tea biscuits is gonna have to Fight me bc they're actually sooo nice and i can and will finish half a pack of tea biscuits in one sitting if you let me. vernon probably could do that too.

chan

milk tea. idk man but for me, i think that the unambiguous milky taste of milk teas just make me think of the all-encompassing and reassuring warmth of chan. he's like the pleasant milkiness of the milk tea that stays on your tongue

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 3 months

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JJ not having money for valentine's day but planning a cute date with him

A little late to the party, but here's a cute valentine's day blurb

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You knew JJ couldn't afford to get you anything big for Valentine's day, so you decided that you wouldn't buy each other anything. Valentine's Day was about spending time with the person you love, not getting each other the most expensive gifts. So you invited him over to make heart shaped pizzas for dinner and watch movies. It was simple, but you knew JJ would love it.

‘’There's never enough cheese,’’ he said, adding more to the mountain on his pizza.

‘’You can't call this a pizza. It's just cheese and sauce.’’ You looked around the table for a veggie that he would not scrunch his nose at. ‘’Here, add some red bell peppers—’’ You grabbed some red bell peppers and tried to add them to his mountain of cheese, but JJ caught your hands.

He shook his head. ‘’Uh uh. No veggies allowed on this pizza! This is Chef JJ’s pizza. Do not interfere in my zone,’’ he said in an exaggerated — and terrible — Italian accent.

You laughed at his antics. His humor was one of your favorite things about JJ. He loves to crack jokes and make stupid voices just to make his friends laugh. Unfortunately, he often used humor to cover up his emotions and pain.

As you watched the pizzas cook in the oven, it was obvious which was which. Yours had a very clear shape of a heart and JJ’s was all kinds of crooked. It wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as the cute date pictures that flooded social media, but you still took a picture of them before eating and posted it.

‘’Yours is too perfect. It's not fair,’’ JJ complained when you got them out of the oven. ‘’Mine looks like a messy blob.’’ He poked at the uneven edges of his own creation, burning his finger in the process and hissing.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. ‘’Careful, babe. It’s hot.’’

You plated the pizzas and both settled down on the couch to watch a movie before your parents would return from their dinner date.

The crust was a little overcooked and the rom-com wasn't really good, but you preferred imperfect moments. It corresponds better to your relationship.

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braxlrose · 10 months

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request: my first request is😼 bill kaulitz x reader who is a hopeless romantic i mean he finds such messy and simple things romantic and he doesn't like extra things like some bed with rose petals and candles... i mean he finds romance in a bouquet of randomly picked flowers (although roses of course can be 😝) finds romance in smoking cigarettes in one of the abandoned buildings (obligatory of course lighting cigarettes looks like Bill first lights his cigarette and then lights her cigarette with his cigarette ykykyk) I find romance in dating at McDonald's or such a date at or a date sitting on the sidewalk sipping a slushie or an energy drink.. RUSHES RUSHES..(such aesthetics that I can't describe... such a lil peep 😒)

teenage dirtbag bill x f!reader

• teenage dirtbag bill who sneaks into your room at night to spoon you. bonus points if he's a small spoon

• teenage dirtbag bill who kisses your forehead before going to class

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you those cute candy cigarettes for you to make you laugh

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves hanging out with you and your little siblings because he thinks they're so adorable

• teenage dirtbag bill who got scolded by you after you found him trying to teach your little sibling how to roll a joint

• teenage dirtbag bill who ended up wrapping you in his arms afterwards and getting high with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves it when you bail him out of detention because he was caught smoking.

• teenage dirtbag bill who kisses your entire face when you make him food when he's high 🥺 pookie gets the munchies

• teenage dirtbag bill who loves it when you leave lipstick marks all over his face and would proudly go out in public with them on

• teenage dirtbag bill who uses crackle nail polish because he thinks it looks edgy

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to a carnival so you guys can indulge on heinous amounts of cotton candy

• teenage dirtbag bill who writes songs about you and sings them whenever hes drunk

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to McDonald's and orders 30 things off of the 1 dollar menu because you can get more food that way

• teenage dirtbag bill who tries to pierce himself with a safety pin and ends up crying because it hurt 💀 he swears he didn't cry whenever you bring up the story though

• teenage dirtbag bill who picks you the dandelions when they're all fluffy and white because he thinks they're cooler than the regular boring yellow ones.

• teenage dirtbag bill who sneaks candy into movies for you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you new cds to listen to when you finish the ones he already got you

• teenage dirtbag bill who gets you ice cream from an ice cream truck when you're feeling sad

• teenage dirtbag bill who carves pumpkins with you for Halloween and always brags about his being super cool. "Yours is really good too Honey, but mine! Look at it! It's so coooool!"

• teenage dirtbag bill who confesses his love to you when he gets high even though you guys have already been dating for forever

• teenage dirtbag bill who slaps you away and says he has a girlfriend when you try and kiss him when he's super drunk because he doesn't realize it's you.

• "NO! NO! No! Noooooo!" Hes all pouty and his eyebrows are furrowed, "I have... a girlfriend. Goooot it?"

• and you're all like "really?! Well, can I tell you a secret?"

• and he just nods along waiting for you to speak when you're like "I'm your girlfriend."

• you just watch his eyes widen and his jaw drop and he's like "reallllyyyy?! oooohhh mmmyyy goddd you're sooo pretty though."

• teenage dirtbag bill is a cutie pie

• teenage dirtbag bill who gets super happy when you buy him the fruit roll ups with the tattoos on them so he can some on himself

• teenage dirtbag bill who lights your cigarette with his or shares a cigarette with you while you're sitting in his lap.

• teenage dirtbag bill who asks you to marry him whenever he feels like it's the "right moment" just waiting for the day you say yes.

• by "the right moment" I mean after you two had sex for the first time or when you guys went skinny dipping together or when you guys are on a late night "picnic" watching the stars.

• picnic aka 2 turkey sandwiches and some slim jims

• teenage dirtbag bill who holds you in his arms and smokes a cigarette after you guys had sex for the first time. he doesn't plan on letting go of you any time soon.

• teenage dirtbag bill who is ironically amazing at driving, especially when he's high, so you're always a passenger princess.

• teenage dirtbag bill who has his hand on your thigh whenever he's driving

• teenage dirtbag bill who brings you to a drive in movie theater to make out with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who is super intimate. even though he isn't into all that extra crap, he's very mushy.

• teenage dirtbag bill who lays on your thighs whenever he can because he loves how soft your skin is.

• teenage dirtbag bill who tattoos your name onto him

• teenage dirtbag bill who has promised since he was a little kid that he was going to marry you one day.

• teenage dirtbag bill who finds it super cute when you get all excited when he let's you put face masks on him

• teenage dirtbag bill who let's your little siblings put braids and pig tails in his hair with bows because he loves how you smile whenever he plays with them.

• teenage dirtbag bill who writes his name on your clit with his tongue whenever he goes down on you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you your favorite chips whenever he comes over. yk, just because he wanted too

• teenage dirtbag bill who goes on long walks at night with you

• teenage dirtbag bill who asks you for the answers on tests because you're just so smart and he can never remember

• teenage dirtbag bill who thinks your the prettiest person in the entire world on the inside and out.

• teenage dirtbag bill who has a camcorder and records videos of you guys all the time for your "future selves"

• teenage dirtbag bill who also has a Polaroid cameras and candid pictures of you whenever he thinks you look super duper pretty.

• teenage dirtbag bill who picks up sea glass whenever he finds it on the beach and gives it to you.

• teenage dirtbag bill who buys you those candy necklaces and bracelets and puts them in expensive jewelry boxes as gifts for you.

scenario one.

"show me your tongue." Bill said as you too were walking hand in hand. You turned your head towards him and staring laughing.

"What?!" You giggled out, taking another sip of your drink.

"I wanna see if your tongue is blue, come on! Show meeee!" He begged and whined, pouting and fluttering his eyes at you. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before sticking out your tongue.

"So?" You asked, biting your lip and moving your hand to wrap it around his arm.

"Super fucking blue." He laughed, sipping his drink and continuing to walk down the street.

"Blue blue or Berry Blue?"

"Whats the difference?"

"Ones blue and the other is Berry Blue," You rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up into his eyes, "Duh."

scenario two.

You nuzzled your face into bills chest as you two sat on a cement block, hanging out with the rest of tokio hotel. Your eyes gazed up at Bills face as he brought his cigarette to his mouth. He was so beautiful, you couldn't help but stare him at forever.

"Okay, would you guys rather be able to do anybody you want with no chance of STD's or pregnancy but have to drink a cup of pee everyday, or have a pregnancy scare once a week but be able to do whatever you want and not get in trouble?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer.

Bill took his cigarette out of his mouth and brought it down to mine, still looking up at the rest of the guys, "Is the pee yellow or clear?" Bill asked, smiling a bit as he questioned Tom. I breathed out some smoke and I could feel Bills fingers threading through my hair. It was always so calming, I could practically fall asleep.

"Yellow. Obviously." Tom scoffed, taking a drag of his cigarette and looked around at the rest of us.

"What do you think, hmm?" Bill asked, looking down at me as he tapped the cigarette on the cement. I laughed a bit and sat up more, still in his lap and leaned into him again.

"The second one, obviously. No way am I drinking someone's piss everyday." I answered, wrapping my arms around Bill who had begun laughing and kissing my forehead.

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zoeysdamn · 1 year

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Epilogue

A/N: /!\ Hold up! did you read Part.8?? Also, bonus aesthetic to celebrate the last part of this fic!

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Three weeks later

Nevermore closed its doors sooner than usual. After the passing of Principal Weems, the semester had to be cut short, which meant a longer spring break for the students. Most of them were secretly glad of it, and to be fair Xavier was among them. The reason for this elongated holiday was dreadful, but a break from school could do him some good. Standing in the passageway of the first floor above the quad, he gazed at the crowd of students getting ready to go home. He made a mental note to bid Ajax goodbye before his friend left.

“Hello Xavier,” greeted a voice beside him.

He turned his head to the side to be greeted by the sight of a woman cladded in a very sophisticated black outfit, dramatic black hat and sunglasses. She looked intimidating, but he knew better. “Hello Miss Cordelia,” he greeted your aunt. “I didn’t know you were picking up Y/N.”

“I’m not,” she said flatly, “but I wanted to make sure of a few things.”

Approaching the ledge she followed Xavier’s eyes fixated on you, currently hugging Enid goodbye, no doubt promising to text her during the holiday break.

“Does she remember anything?” asked your aunt in a surprising soft tone.

“Of the disease? Most of it. About me, she remembers more and more every day,” said Xavier, not tearing his gaze away from you.

Aunt Cordelia hummed pensively, in appreciation. A long moment of silence followed, before Xavier spoke up again.

“How is that even possible?” he asked your aunt, “I thought removing the flower with a surgical operation would make her forget about me completely.”

Your aunt sighed, indicating how little she knew about this too, “I don’t know. That’s why I wanted to come here, the doc had said that during the surgery, the flowers’ roots were already not clutched around the lungs and heart anymore.”

Xavier frowned, not getting where she was getting at, “Why does it matter?”

“It’s the forceful removal of the roots that triggers the memory loss,” explained the elder witch. “Or we think it’s the source of it. But given that he hadn’t to tear it out…I’m wondering if that’s why she still has some memories of you.”

At her words, Xavier’s eyes widened slightly, “You think she can actually remember everything one day?”

“It’s possible,” shrugged Cornelia, “after all, you said it yourself, her memory is recovering day by day.”

His heart thumped in excitement at the prospect. Xavier had dared to imagine this possibility but…hearing someone else confirming his theory was something else entirely.

Fixing her sunglasses on her nose, your aunt continued, “I’ve spoken to a certain Miss Bianca Barclay, I assume you’re familiar with her?”. At Xavier’s nod she continued, “She told me what she had done for Y/N with her siren’s song; it’s most likely that’s what caused the flowers and their roots to retreat from around her heart.”

“You mean that Bianca might actually have saved Y/N?” said Xavier in surprise.

Aunt Cordelia eyed him from head to toe and let out a small laugh, “Well, her, you, Miss Sinclair and that new roommate of hers. So thank you, Xavier.”

His eyebrows rose up in surprise. For as long as he had known your aunt, Xavier couldn’t remember the last time she had actually thanked someone. Witches’ pride or something like that.

“I must go,” she said sharply before Xavier could add anything. “Take care of my niece Xavier.”

“I will,” he assured.

She offered him a thin smile before rummaging in her hand bag, “Oh one second, here,” she said, handing him a small vial, “as a thanks.”

“What is this?” he frowned.

“It’ll help to get the last petals out,” she explained and let out a small snort at Xavier’s expression painted in surprise. “You must be in the end of the healing process now, according to the petals you cough.”

“How did you…?”

“Oh honey, you’re not half subtle as you think you are,” she said with a sweet voice, before turning serious again, “At least I can content myself at the thought you had a taste of what she went through for you.” Xavier’s wince made her brush away her last bitter comment with a vague gesture of her hand. “But you’re healing; the more she remembers how much she loves you, the more you heal. Knowing her,” she said, casting one last fond look at your figure downstairs, “it won’t be long.”

With that, she disappeared to a nearby corridor. For a few seconds Xavier stood on his spot in astonishment, but then chuckled at your aunt’s antics. Grabbing his backpack he walked down the stairs, where he saw you talking with Wednesday from afar. He couldn’t hear what you were saying but you both seemed cordial to each other. You even handed her a wrapped box, giving her a phone. Wednesday didn’t hug you, but a tiny smile definitely crept on her face before she turned and walked away sharply. Taking this as his cue, Xavier strolled next to you, sliding an arm around your waist and dropping a kiss on your forehead when he came by your side.

“Hey,” he said softly, “you’re good?”

Smiling at him you nodded, “Yep. I think that Wednesday and I needed to bury the war hatchet.”

“Did it work?”

“She did try to kill Crackstone to save us,” you admitted. “And she apologized, the counts are even. And maybe I’ll miss my creepy roommate after all,” you added with a playful nudge on his side.

Xavier let out a laugh, and the two of you made your way to the school’s gates. While you packed your bags in the trunk of the car Xavier’s dad had sent for the two of you, you stopped for an instant and looked back at the school. It had become your house over the years, but more importantly it had brought you a sense of normality even among werewolves, sirens and vampires. It has brought you friends, and so much more.

You felt Xavier’s hand sliding into yours.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

Looking up at him, you gazed deeply into his brown eyes. This, this place, this moment, was what made everything click altogether, and all the things that have seemed fuzzy fall into place.

“I love you,” you breathed out.

The grin on Xavier’s face was everything.

“I love you too sweetheart,” he said before kissing you softly.

The annoyed honk from the car made you pull away a few seconds later, giggling like kids and you tugged on Xavier’s hand to the vehicle. In your newfound euphoria, you missed the faint cough coming from him, but it didn’t matter. As the car led the both of you away from the school, the last petal Xavier would ever cough laid on the cobblestone of Nevermore.

A/N: Aaaand there it is! The last part of the fic finally out! :DD I hope you enjoyed it and that the ending didn’t disappointed you too much!

I really want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you, finishing a fic is always like a sort of sad goodbye and I swear I’m crying a little by writting those words.

I loved writting every parts, but more than that I loved exchanging and talking with you about it, whether for crack thoughts, or theories! You were incredible and the kindest readers I could ever ask for, so thanks a billion time for your support and you kindness! (especially your tolerance for my crappy English, it’s the first time I’m cristing something this long in such a short time, in a language which isn’t my mother tongue!)

Thank you for the laughs, the cry, the crazy demands to be tagged (we have 119 tagged people!! This is insane for me!!), and if you ever want to rant or talk about the fic, or anything in general, I’m always here!

Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

-Zoey

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444rockstargf · 9 months

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"boy, look at you lookin' at me" | euronymous

high by the beach. - lana del rey

summary: one night, you caught euronymous's attention when you were up on stage.

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

bassist!singer!fem!reader x euronymous

contents: slight stalking, enemies to lovers (kinda.), rockstar girlfriend aesthetic. <3

euronymous had seen your posters all over town. people were saying that you were going to be norway's next biggest thing, and that was all it took to tick him off.

he'd originally thought that you were just some little whore who could strum a chord and pop a tit for your fans to go wild for you, but when he saw the crowd for his performances get smaller, and saw your publicity grow just as quickly, he decided to see what you were all about.

he had been keeping up with what some of your fans were saying, helping him find out that your next show was the next day at 6pm, just before sundown, and he knew he couldn't miss it.

he shut down his shop early so that he could make his way to your venue. people were buzzing as he pushed his way through the crowd, only making his resentment for you grow stronger. he got to where you were performing, and just in the nick of time. you were making your way onto the stage, a dark red bass guitar slung across your shoulder.

as euronymous saw you in person for the first time, he snorted out a laugh to himself. you looked more like a barbie doll than a rockstar, your dark red silk dress, black leather jacket, torn fishnet stockings and black boots making you look like a little toy that was meant to be played with by all the lust-filled men in the crowd.

after a few minutes, it was showtime. you did one final sound check, making sure your mic and bass were working. as you made some noise, the entire stadium filled with the sweet sound of your fingers running down the neck of the instrument.

you took a deep breath before starting to sing in the mic. your voice was smooth like honey, but eerie with a little bite to it. it sent a slight chill down euronymous' spine. the sound of your voice mixed with the low, deep notes of the bass was truly enough to set a euphoric vibe in the entire stadium.

he found himself getting lost in your motions, watching your hips sway as you sang and played, your dark red painted lips moving with each note you sang. he felt his body heating up, specifically his cheeks. your beautiful noises were enough to put a man asleep and keep him up all night.

you were like a siren. you could lure in anyone you wanted with your beauty and elegance, only leading them to their own destruction.

the song you were singing was melancholic, but electric. (think "high by the beach" type of vibe.) euronymous had never had a liking for that specific type of music, but everything about you made it the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

his eyes were locked on you. he felt as if he was the only one in the room with you, making this moment so much more addictive for him. he'd always believed that "love at first sight" was a bunch of bullshit, but you were making him question everything he's ever known.

as you reached the final chorus, your voice got more passionate, the words you sang making euronymous feel like the song was just for him. he felt a little smile creeping onto his face as he started walking closer to the stage.

you ended your song with a loud ringing note, the entire audience bursting into cheers. people started throwing blood-red roses onto the stage, them landing right by your feet. you blew kisses out to the crowd, thanking them all for watching your show, even though the pleasure was all theirs.

euronymous was so mesmerised by the way your body and hair moved as you walked away from the stage. he only snapped back to reality when you had disappeared into the curtains, heading backstage.

he quickly rushed to an alternative entrance to your destination, but he was blocked by a large, muscular security guard. he glared at the guard before speaking. "i'm her boyfriend. you'd better get the fuck out of my way before i let this get back to her." the guard nodded before stepping out of the way.

euronymous walked past him, flipping him off as he got further away from him. his head was still turned, so he wasn't looking where he was going. you had seen his little encounterment with the guard, and now you wanted to know what was up.

you grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, a bottle of red wine in your other hand. he turned to look at you, his cheeks flushing as he saw you from this angle. god, you were even more beautiful up close.

you scowled at him. "boyfriend, huh?" his eyes were glued to your red lips, him fighting every urge to bite them with his teeth. he cleared his throat. "so, your norway's next biggest thing." his eyes travelled up and down your body. he was picturing you in so many unspeakable ways.

"what's it to you?" you bit back. you looked at where your hand was on his leather jacket. you noticed a little badge that read the word "mayhem". you took a good look at his face before a wave of realization hit you.

"wait... you're in that band, right? the most famous band in the country?" you narrowed your eyes at him a little, making sure that you weren't mistaken. a smug little grin crept up on his face. "so you've heard of me. i'm euronymous, head and guitarist of the band."

"well, i guess you've got some competition now." you smiled as you ran your painted nail down his neck. he shuddered slightly. he had only just met you and you already had him completely wrapped around your finger. you had a feeling that he would be a fun little toy to play with.

you turned around and sat on a black couch in the corner of the room. "why don't we sit down and have a friendly little conversation, hm?" the look on your face was anything but friendly, but he couldn't refuse. you poured him a glass of wine as he sat down beside you.

you handed him the glass before putting your lips by his ear, whispering gently. "i think we're gonna have a whole lot of fun together, euronymous..." you gave him a soft kiss on the neck, making his face turn as red as your lipstick. in the span of 1 hour, he had gone from hating your guts to being your little bitch, and this was only the beginning.

author's note: i think this may be my favourite fic yet. im working on a part 2 along with a few other things, so stay tuned! :))

#rory culkin #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #high by the beach #rockstar girlfriend #444rockstargf #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

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lexiandliterature · 1 month

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let's talk about rupi kaur and why she's everything wrong with online culture.

i've heard many a good review about rupi kaur and her poetry and i will tell you right now that i confidently disagree. in case you don't know who she is, rupi kaur is a "poet" on instagram with over 4.5 million followers known for her short but impactful poems that captivate the hearts of millions of people around the world.

her rise to fame caught the tidal wave of internet virality as she self published her first collection, Milk & Honey, earning critical acclaim. I like to call it milk our money but i'll get to that in another post.

let's first define poetry for what it is. though this definition can depend on who you ask, i like to think of poetry in four main categories: theme, meter, form, and intention. theme is just the general topic of the poem and the way the poet goes about addressing it. meter is the rhythm and rhyme pattern; it's the way it sounds when you read it aloud and the way that sound hits your ear. form is the way it looks, the way it reads, how that affects the way you say it and the way the words are perceived. and finally let's talk about intention. how is she choosing her words, how is she placing them in an order that is interesting, and how is she using literary devices to aid her story?

(if you want to see these categories done well, then it will have to be a whole different post because this could take awhile.)

so let's talk about rupi kaur's poetry in these four categories starting with this 2 LINE POEM that doesn't have a title.

"and here you are living despite it all"

-rupi kaur

wow. inspirational. 2 lines, with no punctuation whatsoever. this isn't even a sentence. we're off to a great start.

so theme. this poem is about overcoming something difficult. what difficulty? i could not tell you. there is no more information. at least she has an idea. the "you" is likely addressing the readers, thus suggesting that the purpose of the line being so general is to appeal to everyone (this is another issue i'll get into some other time).

let's talk about meter now. there's really nothing to say, there is none. there is no rhythm, no rhyme scheme, no nothing. and i'm not saying every poem has to have these things, it's just to say that if she doesn't have this, her poem needs to be interesting in other ways (which spoiler alert it isn't).

now let's talk about form. she breaks this "not sentence" into two lines. this enjambment is random and without thought. there is nothing interesting about separating this sentence other than for aesthetic purposes. nothing about the shape of this poem is interesting and nothing about it has meaning.

and finally, let's talk about intention. she uses "you" to appeal to a wider audience which suggests that this poem is more likely written to be relatable than to be sincere. is the "you" talking about a friend? a lover? a sibling? a friend/lover that's a sibling? (im just kidding) like come one. give us nothing. the ambiguity of "all" has a similar connotation. what is she overcoming? a cold? the death of a loved one? spilled milk? what is it? i shouldn't have to give meaning to the poem FOR HER. THIS IS HER POEM.

so if we're grading this out of 4 points, we'll give her a point for theme (because at least i know what she's talking about), no points for meter, no points for form, and certainly no points for intention.

this poem is a 1/4 or a 25%. congratulations rupi!

if this is the standard at which we are holding one of the most POPULAR poets of our generation because her poetry is accessible, easy to read, and relatable, then we are in a bit of trouble.

taking time to understand why the words are put in a certain order is what makes poetry so beautiful and if we can't even stop to sniff the roses sometime, what are we even doing? nothing in life is easy, and we are slowly diluting everything difficult into something that is meaningless. part of the beauty is in the time you put into understanding its message. rupi kaur is a perfect example of someone marketing off of our short attention spans and our need for instant gratification.

what i'm getting at here is not that a poet i dont like is extremely popular but rather we're letting people profit off of mediocrity while also losing the essence of what that thing really is. we're letting it become easy and accessible and "relatable" when part of the beauty is often what makes it different. it's not that rupi kaur is the problem but rather an example of the ongoing issue.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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ganymede-princess · 7 months

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The Crimson King | Rhaegar Targaryen

ship: rhaegar targeryen x fem!oc

warnings: I really don't think there is any? jaime is a little scary i guess. OH and cannon divergence. Big ol' TW for that.

summary: a young crannogman girl meets the crowned prince on a very special occasion.

word count: 3298

a/n: phew! this was a long time coming. I hope you like it! (and if you don't fuck with the romance, there's a more interesting scene at the end!) There will be a part 2, just by the way ;)

written by @ganymede-princess

The thick, hot air in the royal ballroom carried the scent of a thousand perfumed bodies. Long tables lined the room, piled high with foods from across the Seven Kingdoms. Among the dishes Frida spied fat frogs legs and water lily syrup from her home in the Neck, next to crabs and succulent fried fish from Lannisport, sweet pastries made from the honey of Highgarden, and bowls of flakey pink rock salt from Dragonstone. Despite the sight of countless exotic delicacies, her stomach churned.

Hundreds of highborn folk all milled around, laughing, dancing, talking, each one dressed more lavishly than the last. Frida had never seen so much silk in one place. Bewitched as she was with the nightlife of King's Landing, she found herself growing into the wall like an unsightly mushroom. She was acutely aware that she did not blend in with the royal aesthetics. Her unruly hair could only be half tamed and her mauve linen gown looked miserly next to the lavish satins and velvets that garbed the ruling class. Frida could feel a hundred sets of eyes boring into her, though when she glanced around, there were none there to meet. She thought there must be hearths burning somewhere. If there were no hearths, why did the air feel so heavy?

Frida searched the room for the face of her brother to no avail. Ewyn had no struggles with making friends in spite of his Crannogman roots and noticeable limp. Frida guessed he would be engaged by the end of the night. With no respite in sight and her breath coming shallower by the second, she made a hasty escape. She slipped around the edge of the ballroom, narrowly avoiding several dancing couples, at least three stray cats, and a drunken septon, before emerging onto a small rampart with stairs at either end. Frida thought it wise to take a quick turn around the rose garden below to calm herself, but once she reached a shadowed corner she could contain her exhaustion no longer and fell to her knees between two sweet smelling bushes. She did not cry, just breathed deeply, content in the knowledge that she was far away from prying eyes. Until she heard a sniffle from behind the rosebush to her left.

"Hello?" Frida's voice caught in her throat. There came no answer, just another quieter sniffle. "Who's there?"

"Nobody." Said the invisible man in a voice thick with sorrow. "Leave me."

"What's the matter?" The leaves rustled gently as Frida shifted awkwardly, trying her best to see through the thick bushes.

"Worry not."

"But you're crying."

"No." His voice cracked. "I am the- I am a man."

"What's that got to do with it?" Frida corrected. "My brother cries all the time, and he's already one and twenty."

There was a brief rustling in the bush and the clearing of a throat.

"What brings him to cry?" The voice seemed to settle a little.

"Oh everything!" Frida murmured. "Books, flowers, pretty sunsets. He cries almost every time he rides a horse. He has an injury to one of his legs, you see. A lizard-lion took his knee in its jaws and damn near tore his leg off! He used to love running, so riding is a real joy for him."

"A lizard-lion? You are from the Neck?"

Fuck. Frida thought. The voice carried the accent of King's Landing and she knew very well that folk from the capital were the most prejudiced against Crannogmen out of anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. He was sure to send her away now, or worse.

"Yes."

"Tell me, what is it like there?"

"Oh- um. Wet." She babbled. "Very wet and slippery."

"I hear that beautiful flowers grow there." The man mused, his mild voice easing Frida's apprehension slightly.

"Yes. Ghost orchids, swamp arums, blue-eyed Bessies that grow on the trunks of trees; all of them beautiful." In a hushed voice she added, "But, do you know which is the most beautiful flower of all?"

"No, tell me."

"Black water lilies. My house has bred them to perfection."

"Your house?"

"I belong to House Fenn, Ser."

"Ah." There was a moment of surprisingly comfortable silence between them. "What brings you to the garden, my lady?"

"You take me for a lady?" Frida giggled.

"Are you not?" She could hear the smile return to his voice. "You take me for a Knight."

"Are you not?"

"I am, yes, but there is more to me than a knighthood."

"Such as?"

The man paused for a moment.

"You didn't answer my question."

Frida hesitated, searching for a way to put it lightly.

"The feast is full of beautiful people. I worried that my being there would ruin things."

"Why?"

"Well... I am ugly, Ser."

"Ugly?" His voice was curt with indignation. "Who led you to believe this?"

"My mother always told me that other folks look down on Crannogmen and that they find us ugly." In the anonymity of darkness, words tumbled out of her. "Though she also said I am ugly for a Crannogman."

A thick silence stood between them.

"How could a mother say such a thing to her child?"

"She's very sick, she doesn't think-"

"She's well enough that you believe her." The truth silenced Frida. "Come here so that I might see you for myself."

"You won't like it." She warned him and prepared herself to move, though she was unsure in which direction.

Frida heard the tink tink of flint against flint, then a warm glow began to shine through the rose bush. Her ears roared with the pounding of her heart, but she knew she had to show herself. She had to see the face of the man with the handsome voice, and more so she had to know what he thought of her. Trembling, she revealed herself. A black hood shrouded his face in shadow, but Frida could see his deep blue eyes widen, almost purple in the firelight.

"My lady-" His voice came in an urgent, breathy whisper.

"Don't."

She turned away from him, already humiliated, until she felt a hand gently guide her face back to him. She resisted, gripping his forearm.

"Please, look at me." Though his voice cracked in desperation, it was commanding enough that she turned to him again. The light caught his arrow-straight nose, and the soft pillow of his lips. Frida's breath hitched.

"I must take your mother for a liar, my lady."

"She said... people like you would think I look like a toad."

"No." He smiled. "But if you did, you would be a very beautiful toad indeed."

"Thank you." She blushed, somewhat sceptical. "Let me see you too."

"I can't, my-"

"Your Grace!" A tall, golden-haired man wearing a glittering white cloak and armour came careening around the corner of the hedge. "Gods, I thought I'd lost you. Avast, wench! Rise in the name of your king!"

The kingsguard drew his ornate longsword and pointed the sharp tip at Frida's face. Aghast, she cringed away from him and crawled a few paces back with him keeping pace.

"Enough, Jaime!" The shadowed man leapt to his feet and lunged forward to push the blade away, toppling over the lantern. "Can't you see she's harmless?"

"Kingslayer." The word was out of her mouth before Frida knew what she was saying. Jaime Lannister swung the sword back around to her.

"It's treason to disrespect a Kingsguard." The young man's eyes glittered with rage. "Say it once more and I'll cut the head from your shoulders, girl."

"Enough!" The shadowed man commanded, and grimacing, the Whitecloak stayed his blade. "Leave us."

"But, Your Grace-"

"Leave us. Alert Ser Barriston that the ceremony will take place as we discussed."

"Your Grace, I cannot leave you undefended."

"I have a sword on my hip and the skill to wield it. Leave us. You will not defy me again."

"Your Grace." Ser Jaime stalked off in a huff, his white cloak billowing behind him.

"Please," The shadowed man looked down at Frida, face creased with embarrassment. "Ser Jaime prefers the title The White Lion."

Frida gaped, wide eyed; knowing the truth but not believing it. As he picked up the lantern with his ungloved hand, Frida thought he would burn his fingers to the bone, but he simply dusted them on his coat, stamped out the fire in the grass with a black leather boot, and shed his hood to reveal a mop of hair that glimmered like spun silver. His eyes were wide and glassy, and Frida saw then that they truly were as purple as morning glory. He held out his hand, and for a moment all Frida could do was stare at it.

"My king." Frida could not keep the astonishment from her voice. "I'm sorry."

"For what reason?"

"I've spoken ill and disrespected you." She looked away. "I'm sure I have."

"I have heard no disrespect from you, lady, I am not so easily wounded. Please, take my hand." He pressed closer, a smile taking over his tear-streaked face when she let him pull her to her feet. "I appreciate your honest words, please do not dull your voice for the sake of my title. Besides, I ought to apologise for the behaviour of my protector. Please forgive him, he is young and still has much to learn."

"My king." Frida found herself without words.

"Go back to the feast, lady." The young dragon sighed and pressed a kiss against her palm. "I must prepare in my chambers. Thank you... for your kindness."

Without the wit to respond, Frida curtseyed clumsily and hurried back to the hall. Her head and heart were reeling with the urge to tell The Bloodmaid, her favourite weirwood from home, and she felt suddenly and starkly alone without the comfort of her red timber eyes. As she tumbled back into the ballroom, her gaze fell on her brother who leaned on a giant stone pillar, surrounded with a number of laughing Riverlander knights. Heart sinking, Frida took a steadying breath and marched up to the group.

"Ewyn, brother," Frida took him by the upper arm, silence falling on the group. "May I have a word, just for a moment?"

"Frida," Ewyn stumbled over his words. "Don't you see I'm busy?"

"Come, have a word with us, fair lady." Grinned a young man with red hair and a speckled face. "There is wine enough for another."

"Ed," Ewyn turned on him, scowling viciously. "Mind you don't drown in it, will you? Come on, Frida, let's talk."

He took her by the hand and limped away with impressive speed. When the pair were out of earshot, he frowned down at her.

"What is it?" Frida could smell the beer on his breath as he spoke.

"You're not going to believe me." She scratched her wrist, the sleeves on her dress suddenly feeling too close to her skin.

"I always believe you." Ewyn cocked an eyebrow, leaning against his mangrove cane.

"Well..." Frida chewed her fingers.

"You've been in the grass." He tutted derisively, green eyes alight with amusement.

She noticed that green stains marred her hem, along with her knees, and she assumed her buttocks too.

"Shit!" She muttered.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is that any way for a lady of the court to be speaking?"

"Oh, sod off." She aimed a half-hearted smack at his arm. "I'll have you know, it wasn't my fault. A Kingsguard knocked me over."

"A Kingsguard? Well, I suppose this is the place for it."

"Well... he was guarding the king."

Ewyn narrowed his eyes.

"What did you do? Spit on him?"

"No!" Frida pressed a hand against her cheek, trying to stave off the heat. "I just spoke to him, is all."

"You- you spoke to him?" His eyes were round as lily pads. "The king?"

"I didn't know it was him to start with. He was behind a bush with a cloak on, he could have been anybody."

"Yes, but-" He squinted, baffled. "He really spoke to you?"

"Yes-"

The trill of a lone trumpeter silenced them, and they turned to see a herald on the mezzanine above the ballroom.

"Make way to the Throne Room!" Though the herald was tall enough to be a man, his voice rang out high and clear as a child's. "The ceremony will begin presently!"

As the Goldcloaks pulled open the huge doors at the far end of the ballroom, Frida and Ewyn exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to discuss things later. They followed the snaking crowd down the long hallway until it opened into the cavernous throne room which was already teeming with smallfolk. A pair of enormous candelabras were suspended over the crowd, washing the blood red walls in firelight. Frida wondered how they kept the wax from dripping down on the folk below.

As they passed by the jostling throng of peasants and workers to take their places in front of the ornate barrier, she felt ashamed to be separated from them. Since childhood she had felt the earth on bare feet and worked hard to sustain her House; to be dressed in any kind of finery and placed above the common people felt farcical. Goldcloaks lined the edges of the passageway through the crowd, and Frida noticed they stood two abreast in the peasants' section at the back, and single file from the vassal and cadet houses, all the way to the lords and ladies of the great houses at the very front.

"What was he like?" Ewyn whispered.

"Sad." Frida sighed.

"Sad?" He raised an eyebrow, then nodded wisely. "It's the only way to feel in his position."

"Very lovely, though." She admitted. "He'll be a good king."

Her brother's eyes crinkled in amusement, then he jumped as the heralds rang out a triumphant cry from the back of the room. Silence fell over the crowd as every man, woman, and child turned at once. Frida peered through the crowd, barely able to see a thing. She could see a Targaryen flag bobbing over the crowd, sending an odd lump into her throat as it came closer, and closer. The entire room was silent except for the footsteps growing ever closer. No cheering or jeering, no coughing. Then, through the gap between the two Goldcloaks by her side she saw Ser Barristan Selmy stride through, holding a long staff with a red dragon flag of black silk, glorious in his white armour. Next was the crown prince himself, dressed in mournful black velvet finery and a heavy black cloak that dragged along the ground behind him. The sadness on his face seemed carved into stone, but he held his back straight and walked with the grace and strength of a king. Behind him, his remaining two Kingsguard marched beside each other, their heads held high in pride. Ser Jaime supported the tawny Dornishman Lewyn Martell, who limped along with one leg in a splint, their arms around each other in solidarity. Once the tiny party climbed all the way up the steps to the Iron Throne, Frida caught a glimpse of four men in white who stood a little ways down the steps, new blood waiting to be sworn into the Kingsguard: three fresh faced young warriors, and a grizzled man of middle age with deep auburn hair streaked with grey.

Selmy, Lannister, and Martell took their places beside their soon-to-be brothers, while Rhaegar stood before the Iron Throne, its silver blades forming rippling shadows on the massive horned dragon skull behind them. Frida imagined hundreds of fallen soldiers watching down on the man they had died for, using Balerion's great hollow eyes to see. If their loss weighed him down, he did not show it, standing strong as a giant on the steps where his father's blood once formed a crimson tide. The High Septon stood beside him, hands clasped in solemnity beneath dagged sleeves, heavy with jewels; and beside him stood the little prince Viserys, milk white curls almost to his waist, dutifully clutching a red lacquer box. Rhaegar's eyes swept across the crowd, burning with pride, grief... perhaps even fear; then he knelt, his black velvet cloak folding around his frame like a pair of wings.

"By the light of the Seven, we gather this night to welcome a new king. Let us pray." Every faithful soul in the crowd placed hand over heart at the septon's words. Even for Frida, who's gods were cold and wild, it was hard not to be moved. "May the Warrior lend him the courage of his ancestors, that he might lead us with a bold heart through the harshest of winters; and may the Smith guide him to mend the divisions of our realm. May the Maiden warm his bed with a fitting bride and many sons; and the Crone bless him with wisdom to pass on to his heirs. May the Father Above guide him to justice, and the Mother protect him from harm. And the Stranger- when he must come- may he take him kindly."

The Septon turned, and Little Viserys fumbled to open the box. Frida heart swelled when she spotted an encouraging smile on Rhaegar's face, which seemed to grant the toddler enough strength to get the lid off. He tottered forward and held it up above his head, and the Septon took out a plain gold circlet and nestled it into the King's pale curls.

"Under seven sets of watchful eyes, I name King Rhaegar of House Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. Long may he reign."

"Long may he reign." The crowd echoed as one.

Rhaegar rose to face them, and as he did, Frida saw that his crown was adorned with a single glimmering ruby that sat just above his eyes on a fine gold chain. He thrust his fist to the sky, and the room filled with the thunder of cheers and feet drumming on the stone floor. He seemed to drink in the praise, determination steeling his gaze. He dropped his fist to his side, silencing the crowd.

"From childhood, I knew the day my reign began would be marred with grief, but I could never have dreamt of the loss the realm has suffered for my coronation. I know that every soul in the Seven Kingdoms grieves for someone lost to this bloody rebellion, or my father's madness. King Aerys saw enemies in every shadow, and would have razed this city to the ground just to flood it with light and annihilate his mummer's adversaries. I saw smallfolk treated worse than dogs; children whipped by Goldcloaks in the street. How could a man see such tyranny and not rebel? Robert Baratheon's courage was admirable, and in another life I might have fought beside him and called him 'brother;' but his war was not the answer, and now we are left with the consequence. As I stand here now with you as my witnesses, I promise to usher in a new age of the Targaryen dynasty. An age of peace and unity, of prosperity and change. The House of the Dragon will reforge, and the realm along with it."

He stood in silence a moment, eyes ablaze. Then as the crowd erupted once more, he turned, his cloak billowing a red dragon on black, and stepped up to the Iron Throne on a stair forged from a giant warhammer. The heralds blared, Frida applauded until her hands burned with the effort and her heart hammered in her chest, and when she was done she felt her face wet with tears.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #house of the dragon #rhaegar targaryen #rhaegar targaryen x reader #toby regbo #francis valois #francis de valois #reign

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alexthefly · 4 months

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Take My Hand

This was supposed to be a @flashfictionfridayofficial , but I was a bit late and got my timezones mixed up, and then the word count went over and... well here it is anyway.

Or read it on AO3 here.

Also tagging @tagloveandthunderbirds 'cos ❤️

Fandom: Thunderbirds/Thunderbirds are Go

Word count: 1048

Warnings: feet/shoes

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“You ready to do this, Sweetheart?”

Lucy took her time smoothing down the front of her dress, purposely not looking at the empty dance floor yawning in front of her.

“Are you? You know dancing isn't exactly my forte; a first dance in front of all these people just seems like asking for trouble." She shuffled in her chair. "Are trampled feet covered by the wedding insurance?”

Jeff snickered. “I checked the policy just before I came over here. We’re all set.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. But I’m wearing heels, don't forget; it's going to be like Bambi on Ice out there.”

He shrugged.

“Well I did suggest the hiking boots instead, but you shot me down; something about ‘the aesthetic’. Which looks stunning on you, by the way.”

He stood back to better take her in, grinning appreciatively.

“Last time I make that mistake,” she muttered, waving away the compliment. “Given ‘the aesthetic’ is currently cutting off the circulation to my pinkie toe, respectfully ‘the aesthetic’ can go jump in a lake.”

She mentally cursed the salesperson who’d talked her into putting fashion ahead of comfort.

Concern flashed across Jeff’s handsome face. “Are they really hurting you, honey? We can get you other shoes.”

She smiled up at him reassuringly. “No really, I’m exaggerating …sort of. They just kinda pinch, that's all.”

If she was totally honest with herself, it wasn't even the salesperson’s fault, really. She’d been the one chasing a dream of being perfect and ladylike, even if it was only this once. Dammit, why was dressing up fancy so hard?!

Of course it didn't help that her new husband managed it so effortlessly. He was currently working ‘the aesthetic’ to within an inch of its life, cutting a very dashing figure in his elegant new grey suit and tie, dress shirt and shoes all perfectly matched and filled out perfectly.

Seriously, where did he get off being so good-looking?

She’d just wanted to appear worthy of him, that’s all. Jeff Tracy: ace pilot, hometown hero, handsomest guy in the county and a genuinely good man to boot. He was the prince, and just once she’d wanted to feel like she could be his match - a princess - instead of some awkward, clutzy science nerd who’d somehow managed to win the husband lottery.

She sighed. Clearly that wasn't to be.

There was a pause, then without another word her very handsome husband - God, he really did look good in that suit - knelt down in front of her and took one of her feet gently in his hands. He examined the delicate and uncharacteristically high-heeled white shoe with utmost seriousness, before removing it and flinging it across the room.

“Jeff!”

Lucy felt her face burst into flames as a roomful of eyes turned towards them.

“What? Doesn't that feel better?”

In all fairness it absolutely did. She wiggled her newly-released toes appreciatively even as she fought the urge to hide underneath the table.

“You can't just go throwing shoes around. You’re making a scene.”

He stopped and looked at her, ignoring the rest of the room, then slowly and deliberately reached out and took hold of her other foot.

“I want to enjoy a dance with my beautiful new wife, and if these admittedly pretty little shoes are getting in the way of that…”

The second shoe flew over his shoulder, just missing a nearby waiter.

“...then they’ve gotta go.”

The room was hushed; everyone was looking at them. Part of her wanted to run and hide in the coatroom until they’d all gone, but he was holding her gaze, keeping her steady.

“I don't want anything getting between me and the most amazing, beautiful, perfect person I ever saw, ever again.”

He rose gracefully to his feet and held out his hand to her.

“So how about it? May I have this dance?”

…

It was late spring and the cicadas were singing. Airbase staff were bustling all around, knocking into her, sending papers flying everywhere. She knelt down to pick them up, and suddenly there was a hand in front of her.

“Can I give you a hand, Miss?”

…

It was fall, and the trees around them were every shade of red. They’d talked about everything and nothing, walking side by side, until he stopped and reached out to her.

“Would it be alright if I held your hand?”

…

It was winter and the snow was falling softly. His ice skates made long swooshing noises on the ice around her, while hers clacked noisily as she tried and failed to keep her footing. Another swoosh and then he was there in front of her, hand extended.

“Okay, so not my best idea. How about we go get a hot chocolate instead? My treat?”

…

It was the last days of summer, and the clear water of the lake lapped at her toes. She’d never felt so happy in her life. A perfect day. Beside her she felt him shift nervously, and then he was holding his hand out, a little red box in it, one knee on the ground.

“I’ve got a question I wanna ask…”

…

Her head flooded with the memories of a hundred moments, small and huge, all of them important. A hundred images of him offering his hand, and at last she understood.

He'd reached out for her.

She was the one. And she was worthy, just as she was.

Smiling, she accepted the offered hand.

“Of course you may, Mr Tracy.”

He grinned and bowed. “Why thankyou, Mrs Tracy.”

She rose and he led her, barefoot and spotlit, to the dance floor without a care in the world. Keeping her hand in his, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, enveloping her like a delicate, precious treasure, safe and protected. Their eyes met and he beamed at her like his face was made of actual sunshine.

She grinned back at him.

“You’re sure about that wedding insurance now? Last chance.”

“Don’t you worry about my toes, darlin’. Just keep a hold of me and we’ll do fine.”

And with that the band struck up an old favourite, and hand-in-hand they danced the night away.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you.

#tag:love&thunderbirds #jeff tracy #lucy tracy #thunderfluff #romance #alexthefly fic #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #FFF238 #...kinda #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go fanfiction

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fawntarot999 · 1 year

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What is your new 2023 aesthetic? 💁‍♀️👑💄

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, then pick a pile 🔮 don’t think too much 💋

Decks ~ Mystic Mondays Tarot, Fyodor Pavlov Tarot, The Herbiary Oracle, Rider-Waite Tarot, Rebel Deck Oracle, Tarot of the Cat People

Pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them

Pile I ~ Jackie

King of Cups, 2 of Wands rx, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, 7 of Pentacles, Rose, Fool rx, Tower rx, Fucking Apologize, Blank

Hahahaha, okay Jackie you got hurt and now your coming back with a vengeance, huh? It’s real though. It’s not a fake bad bitch energy, it’s an actual prosperity energy. Let’s think Megan Fox aesthetic. 2023 is the year in which you should begin to pursue your creative desires more passionately and in more of a business sense. Stop planning and thinking so much and go get it because the energy is there to turn your emotions into art into money. You were deeply hurt last year. Heartbroken. Some of you were cheated on. This year is your restart. This is the year you’re done playing a fool and waiting for more bad events to happen. It’s the year you start over and learn how to crack open and be beautifully in sync with your emotions. Your challenge this year is forgiving yourself and practicing self care. Forgive yourself and apologize to everyone you’ve wronged. You’re literally being given a blank slate (your last card is blank) and all I hear in my head is “the rest is unwrittennnn”. Single, making money, being creative, bad bitch energy, reds, pinks, oranges, THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER THIS YEAR!

Spirit Shuffle ~ Both Sides of the Moon by Celeste, WYTYNM by Miles Monaco, Junie by Solange, 6000 degrees by $hyfromdatre, my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Pile II ~ Skate

Queen of Swords, Lovers, Justice, Chickweed, Tulsi, Justice, Knight of Swords, Don’t Fucking Force It, Temperance, Page of Pentacles

Damn, Skate, ain’t shit slidin by you this year. You’re calling bitches out left, right, and center. This is that “don’t lie to me, I’ll know” energy. Some of you might be feeling emotionally detached as well. I’m seeing an alignment of many things here: being brutally honest and just with others, discovering your own self worth, and this cute little academia bookworm vibe that would be so cute on you this year. I keep seeing the cover of Khalid’s first album as like an aura or energy for you guys this year. I’m seeing a lot of you might be in school or even law school this year. Some of you might be getting a divorce. This is a good fresh energy for that and it feels very positive. This year feels like a “that girl” energy: focused on school or learning, truth, and reading of some kind, and really discovering what it means to have a self love relationship with yourself. The only thing is sometimes you have a tendency to force things or move too quickly. This year is about learning how to let life flow naturally, let things come to you, practice the law of attraction, and find abundance from a place of calm. I’m so excited for you, Skate. This year you will learn how sacred you are.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Sick Shit by Together Pangea, I’m That Type of N**** by The Pharcyde, Brain Soup by Nasty Cherry, Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) by Princess Nokia, THERAPY! by Lauren Sanderson

Pile III ~ Cig

Justice rx, 5 of Pentacles rx, Quaking Aspen, Daisy, 2 of Swords, You’re The Shit, Drop The Fucking Ego rx, Empress rx, Rejuvenation (Judgement)

This year you are coming into yourself, Cig. This is your “don’t fuck with me” year. You’re upsetting the scales this year, Cig, and you don’t care anymore who’s mad about it. You’ve been rejected and neglected and had love withheld from you. You’re over that shit. This is some powerful energy and it’s giving “I don’t care what you think about me anymore”. You are learning how to be yourself. You have been the peacekeeper for too long. You’ve been making compromises for others for too long. It’s always a choice between being who you really are and receiving love and resources. You are learning that you SHOULD have an ego because guess what, you’re the fucking shit, Cig. You are learning to integrate the masculine side of you. This could be finding your voice and speaking out, exploring gender and sexuality, or finally feeling enough autonomy to make choices for yourself. When you can employ this masculine side of you, you will feel truly expressed, fulfilled, and reborn. I thought this reading was gonna be light but I think this year is gonna be really transformative for you, Cig. And it will happen through your own choices and agency. You are already perfect 🪷

Spirit Shuffle ~ cat scratch by Dua Saleh, No Effort by Princess Nokia, Recipe! by Jean Deaux, Moody! by Jean Deaux, fxck it then by Yaya Bey

#free tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #astrology #pick a picture #psychic #psychic readings

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Out of the people you know on here, what do you think they're aesthetics are??

Oops I kinda ended up writing little love letters / headcanons about my moots… 🤭

@theycallmesia is such a wholesome person, super friendly and always respectful, very down to earth, she seems like that type of friend you’d want to have around when you’re feeling down, probably super organized and idk why but I think when you step into her home it smells like vanilla 💛

@jakexneytiri you can’t dislike her, she’s such a sweetheart, was definitely one of the cool kids at school that’s friends with everyone, she seems like a family person and gives me older sister vibes or maybe the mum of the friends group, I just know all of her friends parents LOVE HER, probably very honest and good at giving advice 💙

@andraga12 i just know everyone was begging to copy her homework at school, she was probably one of those super pretty, intelligent girls that I’ve always looked up to (like how are you beautiful AND smart it’s not fair absbejwj). She treats everyone with respect and kindness, people can count on her and she’s always there if someone needs her, she probably doesn’t even realize how funny she is and how good it feels to be around her 🩷

@clockmax is the funny friend of the group, you NEED to have her around or it’s gonna be super boring, I just know that she’s invited to everything, was 100% one of the cool kids at school too, when you need her she can be super down to earth and serious but will still try to lighten up the mood, probably very cuddly but only with her close friends. I just know that if you send her a message at 3am saying you need someone to talk to she will wake up and come over IMMEDIATELY -no questions asked. Definitely a comfort person to all of her friends ❤️

@sweethoneycn I imagine she smells like roses and freshly cut grass or cinnamon and honey. She’s just a wholesome sweetheart that is very kinky by heart haha, a great listener, like she’s genuinely interested in what you have to say (you know these kind of people that are always like "I’m listening" while the rest of the group completely overheard what you just said? That’s her), so she’s very appreciated by all of her friends, I feel like she would make you completely forget the time when talking to her 🧡

@draiochtwrites is a cute cat mum, definitely calls them her children and I’d bet good money that she has them as her phone background too. She probably loves all animals, loves to receive those cute pet tiktoks or sends them to her friends. Being a cat mum already prepared her for the role of the mum of her friend group too, she makes sure everyone stays hydrated and nobody gets lost when going out, she’s also a little night owl and makes everyone wonder if she even sleeps at all lol but that also means she’s always up when you need her. I feel like she loves talking to her friends a lot, she’s definitely the lalalal to everyone’s okokokok, she will always find a solution for problems and talking to her will immediately make you feel so much better. 💓

@eclipseatsea 100% smells like the ocean, she reminds me of pretty waves and golden hours, probably wears shell jewelry too. She seems like such a sweet soul, very soft in all meanings, her voice will instantly calm you and she has a great sense of humor that never fails to make everyone around her laugh. I just know being around her will instantly put a smile on your face. She’s the type of person you‘ll describe as "good for your mental health" 🩵

@theblueflower05 she reminds me of a field of daisies, dandelions or sunflowers. She’s not afraid to say what she thinks and you can always count on her opinion. She’s very loyal and generally makes you feel comfortable when being around her. I just know that she makes people that usually feel very shy come out of their shell pretty quickly and it’s so refreshing to spend time with her because you feel so appreciated and understood, she will speak up for all of her friends without hesitation and is definitely a safe space for them. 🤍

@thewayofhim reminds me of summer rain, that kind of rain you‘ll watch in awe from inside the house after spending the whole day out in the sun with your friends, when everything smells so nice and you just feel so happy. She probably doesn’t even realize how much she means to the people around her and she’s the first person people ask about when she’s not there. I just know you‘ll have the most soul cleansing talk of your life with her while sitting in a car in a random parking lot at night. She’s the type of person that reminds her friends to eat and drink and take care of themselves but probably forgets to do it herself (this is a reminder to stay hydrated, cutie). She’s always ready to help others, gives the best advice when you struggle with something and people value her opinion a lot. 💖

@teyums makes me think of cozy fall weather, snuggling under a blanket inside, watching a movie or going on a walk with those leaves crunching under your shoes. She definitely makes you laugh with the simplest things, gives all of her friends a warm and cozy feeling when spending time or talking to her. I just know she offers everyone snacks at all time and loves simple date ideas like sitting in a cafe or watching a movie together. She just gives me big sister vibes, always encouraging others and bringing out the best in people. She’s very understanding and you‘ll always have a sense of security when being with her. 🤎

@aostahni she reminds me of late night walks at the beach, talking to her is like a mini vacation and you can completely relax when you’re with her. She’s one of those people you can spend hours with, without even talking, just being in each other presence and feeling absolutely comfortable. She probably loves to express her love with little things, like buying food or picking flowers, holding hands. She definitely gives the best hugs too. 💙

@truetogaia reminds me of a coral reef, with pretty, colorful fish swimming by and clear water, a perfect white beach and warm sun from above. I‘m pretty sure she was the it-girl of her school, yet she’s still so incredibly down to earth, kind and very respectful. Talking to her always feels so natural, she just knows what to say to make you feel comfortable and she is the type of person that will never fail to make you laugh, you’ll always be in a good mood when you’re around her. Spending time with her probably always results in laughing so hard until you can’t breath and your stomach hurts because her hype of humor is insanely funny. Sending each other funny tiktoks or thirsting over fictional characters together is definitely part of her love language and I just know she’s the safe space for her friends. 🩵

@coffeeandbookskeepmealive is the type of person you‘ll think about when smelling a new book. I can totally see her spending a lot of time in Cafés or at libraries. She’s not afraid to demonstrate her love and let her friends know how much she appreciates them which always gives the people around her a good feeling and makes them feel welcomed. She’s probably a great listener too and doesn’t need many words to help you ease your sorrows. 🤎

@viviartsy she is obviously a very creative person, probably doodling a lot so whenever you find little scribbles somewhere you know that she was there. I can totally see her drawing on her friends hands when she’s lost in a conversation with them or leave little notes and drawings as part of her love language. Deep talking to her feels very therapeutic and you‘ll always leave the conversation feeling refreshed and in a good mood. She probably doesn’t even realize how much she’s loved by the people around her. She reminds me of the forest, a place that calms you without much effort, that’s filled with many fascinating and pretty things, nice smells and wonderful views. 💚

@cinetrix is the kind of person that seems very passionate about everything she does. She seems organized and has a goal in mind, a quality that her friends admire a lot. She’s such a pure soul, the type of friend that loves others completely unconditionally, that shows everyone the same amount of respect and treats all of the people around her with so much kindness. She always finds the right words to say and being friends with her feels so easy and natural, you don’t have to overthink anything when being with her. She reminds me of mint, because it symbolizes virtue, protection, personal strength and hospitality all wrapped up in one. 💚

@tiredmamaissy there’s no doubt she’s the mum of the group. She has all of her friends wrapped in a cozy blanked and secured in her big heart. She’s not afraid to speak up for herself and for others, she makes you feel safe and loved and you just want to express your love for her whenever you can, because she doesn’t hesitate to the same. When I think of her, I think of the beach and the warmth of the sun, because talking to her feels like being there. She just has a way with words that instantly make you feel understood and like someone is actually listening to you. I just know she gives the best hugs too and physical touch is probably one of her love languages. 💜

@vinciwolf has a great sense of humor, she will manage to make you laugh even when you feel absolutely down. It just feels good to spend time with her and her friends probably come to her first when they need advice with something. She’s very supportive and encourages others as best as she can, without ever asking for anything in return, which is a rare quality that her friends value a lot about her. She’s the kind of person that makes others feel good about themselves, which is why she reminds me of the sun, giving everyone around her warmth and comfort. ❤️

@tsireqas reminds me of those pretty white clouds in the sky. She seems like such a soft person, kind and caring for others. She makes sure no one feels left behind and knows exactly what do say and do to cheer her friends up. 💙

@loaksbitch is the definition of a safe place. She’s non-judgmental, she brings others joy and laughter and talking to her feels so refreshing. She’s not afraid to reach out to others first and make her friends feel appreciated and wanted. When talking to her, words flow so easily and you don’t have to overthink everything you say. Being friends with her just feels natural and easy. 💘

@cyberfreaky she just screams confidence to me. She’s the type of woman that girls look up to and she will most definitely turn you into a blushing mess with just a smile. I just know she’s extremely loyal to her friends and she will always have your back and be there if you need her. She keeps all of her friends very close, definitely the big sister of her friends group because taking care of others is like a part time job for her. If you’re with her, you‘ll always feel safe and understood. She gives me those cool futuristic, cyberpunk / matrix vibes which I absolutely love 🖤

@whereireid reminds me of coffee in the morning, because it offers us energy and serves as a reminder to maintain balance in our hectic lives. She’s friendly with everyone and very down to earth, she seems very organized too and that gives others a feeling of security. She also makes people feel welcome with the way she talks, she’s mindful, authentic and very respectful towards others. Having her as a friend just feels good 💕

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ asks 💌#i love all of my stars #i just hope I didn’t miss anyone :(

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