#gn ily <3

[inkykeiji]

if he isn’t a certified psychopath or extremely pathetic and entitled then i don’t want him!!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

#dabi or tomura basically #(´▽`ʃƪ)♡ #anyway omg i need sleeeeeep #gn ily <3

[moriellis]

♥ 𝙀!42 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ♥

(not requested)

a/n: This is my first post so please don't judge! I plan on posting fanfics every now and then so i'd love if you guys sent requests! You guys can also talk to me if you want but in the meantime, enjoy! <3

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Every once in a while, when you tie your hair up, Miles takes that as a chance to steal a kiss from you. Doesn't matter where or when you do it.

Whenever you go to his place when he has family over you always hang out with his little cousins who adore you.

When you first met him in one of your classes, he would do everything in his power to annoy you, which usually gets him in trouble but he couldn't care less.

He thinks you look cute when your mad.

When he wants to know what your looking at on your phone he'll just take it while you fight for it back.

He loves pillow fights with you.

Whenever you text him and tell him you can't sleep he'll text back saying,"tf you mean 'you can't sleep'?" and will walk from his house to yours just to cuddle with you until you fall asleep.

Sometimes he buys you stuff and will quietly place it near your window and close it as a surprise.

When you guys go shopping, he'll always pay for you no matter how upset you get and sometimes he does it without noticing.

Whenever you tell him your cold he'll go get you his favorite hoodie and a blanket and will wrap you in it.

Mama Rio loves having company especially if it's you. But one thing you always ask her to see is Miles' baby photos and drawings he did as a kid.

He's a really dry texter but when you guys are right next to each he will always be talking with you.

Since he's tender headed, if you ask to do his hair he will not sit still.

He always send's you money to get your hair or nails done, he thinks you look really cute.

Each time you guys meet up he'll just shower you in kisses.

He always texts you "i love you" or "i miss you" when he's not next to you.

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okay, that's it cuz im actually like so tired rn so ima go to bed but i might post a !1610 Miles vers tomorrow or sum so, gn you guys!

-𝓿𝓵𝓿𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓱𝓾𝓿

#earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales earth 42 #earth 42 #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #miles g morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv #atsv x reader #im so tired #gn <3 #ily #vlvut posts

[frogg093]

Okay okay okay so imagine this;

Teenager!Kunikuzushi flies to Sumeru to visit his beloved Aunt Buer and stay with her for the summer. She lives in a nice, cozy neighborhood where the locals are mostly lonely elders or large families, whose children come home to visit and spend time with them during summer break. The neighbors are all friendly with each other and generally know each other pretty well, visiting during the day, offering meals to elders who are too tired to cook, and helping each other clean or prepare for their families to come and visit.

It was a quiet afternoon in the house. Kunikuzushi had just finished unpacking his things into the guest room. The smell of fresh spices wafted through the air and graced his nostrils, urging him to walk to the kitchen where his Aunt Buer was standing on a stool, preparing dinner. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent a smile at the way she stood on her toes to see over the pot.

"Aunty, do you need help?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Kuni, perfect timing! I don't need help here, but could you go and tidy up the living room, please? One of the neighbors is coming over with one of their children in an hour." Buer informed with a smile.

Kunikuzushi let out a sigh before he could remember to bite it back, "Okay." He nodded and turned to leave.

Kunikuzushi examined the spotless living room one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket and falling back onto the plush couch with a soft 'oomf'. The sound of three soft knocks drifted through the house.

"Kuni! Can you come get the door? My hands are full!" Buer shouted from the kitchen.

"Coming!" He shouted back as he pushed himself off the couch. He dropped his phone in his pocket and smoothed out his clothes as he mentally prepared himself to socialize with some random person. When he opened the door, he saw your mother standing at the door with a kind smile on her face and her hair in a messy, low bun. Standing shyly behind her was you, holding a covered tray of desserts.

"Hello, Kunikuzushi! It's been a while. You're as handsome as ever!" Your mother giggled and pinched his cheek. His face slightly warmed and you looked away to ease his embarrassment.

"Please, come in. Aunty is finishing up with dinner." Kunikuzushi said warmly to your mother.

"Thank you, young man." She nodded and walked in first.

"Thank you," You said quietly, nodding at him as you stepped forward. You were shocked by the cold glare you received. Was this really the kind, sweet boy your mother and aunty Buer always told you about?! You cleared your throat as you walked past him, his eyes boring into the back of your head and sending a shiver down your spine. His coldness was quickly forgotten as you entered the warm yellowish glow of Buer's home and the delicious scent danced in the air. Kunikuzushi lead you and your mother to the kitchen, where Buer was washing her hands.

"Ah, [Mother's name]! It's so nice to see you!" She quickly dried her hands and walked up to your mother.

"Hello, Buer! How have you been?" Your mother beamed as she clasped Buer's hands in her own.

"Quite well, thank you!" She gave your mother's hands a squeeze as she turned to you. "Hello there, [name]! You've gotten bigger!" She excitedly skipped over to you, and you kneeled down so she could hug you and pinch your cheeks. You didn't get bigger at all, actually, but it made sense for someone as small as Buer to assume so, so you overlooked it.

"I missed you, aunty. We brought desserts for you and your nephew." In an attempt to get something aside from a disgusted look out of him, you smiled up at Kunikuzushi, who spared you a glance before dismissing you and looking back to Buer.

"How sweet of you! You can just leave them on the counter for now." She beamed.

"[name], why don't you two go sit in Kunikuzushi's room while me and Buer chat?" Your mother smiled at you, completely aware of the despair in your eyes at the thought of having to socialize with someone new, let alone the absolutely terrifying Kunikuzushi who was supposed to be 'the sweetest boy ever!', according to your mother and Buer.

Buer gave Kunikuzushi a firm look, her eyes telling him to 'behave'. You stood up and nervously pulled on the sleeve of your shirt.

"Okay, mama." You said quietly as Kunikuzushi gestured for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You gave your mother one last look, begging for her pity as you hurried to follow Kunikuzushi. She only smiled at you in faux oblivion before turning her attention back to Buer. You couldn't help but feel like a lamb, skipping mindlessly to the slaughter as Kunikuzushi lead you through the hallway to the guest room.

You whisper a prayer to the archons above as you enter the room.

Let's hope Kunikuzushi isn't as mean as he looks...

♡ Part 2

#I'm ending it here sorry my bbgs 🥺 #Ily all i'll probably expand on this in the future #Anyways 😘 #bye bye !! #<3 #Aunt Buer #kunikuzushi #nahida #x reader #genshin impact #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x gn reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche #writerblr #gn reader

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

this feral hotch friday I’m feeling pretty tame…. Just thinking about BAU!reader being a sleepy drunk and melting all over Aaron on a night out with the team, like reader is so gracefully slumped into his side, their face nuzzling his neck and poor Hotch is just trying to think about big ugly caterpillars or getting stung by a bee or anything to refrain from reaching out and cupping reader’s face and carrying them home to put them to bed. because the proximity and touch is driving him crazy. They aren’t together (yet) and he doesn’t know how much more cuteness and attention he can handle.

Aww my Rome I love this 🤭🥰.

CW: Mentions of drunk reader

Aaron being touched so freely by you makes his brain malfunction. He loves it so so much 🥰. But he doesn't know exactly what to do :/ he wants to wrap you in his arms, kiss your forehead, yes carry you home! Take you home and help you get snuggled up in bed before he would have to leave :(

But he doesn't do that because it would mean no more lovely touches ☹️ even if it's more than he can handle he still doesn't want to put an end to it. He doesn't know if you'll even remember it the next morning because of how drunk you are. He thinks you're adorable speaking all slurred with your eyes closing more and more over time as you slump into him even more. Eventually you fall asleep and he's not sure if he should wake you or just take you home.

He's definitely going out with the team more often from now on in hopes of getting more memories and experiences like this with you 🤭. Suddenly Hotch wants to go out with the team ALL THE TIME. And they all figure it out very quickly. They know he has a little (not so little) crush on you and wants to be around you especially when you give him all those sweet touches. Practically snuggling him in public the entire night once the alcohol kicks in.

No matter how many times this happens he never gets used to it. It ALWAYS makes his brain short circuit 🤭🫶. Feeling your form melted into his side and your face nuzzling his neck drives him crazy! The first time it happens his brain is 🤯😵‍💫😍🫠🥰🥴 and you have no idea. But then! At some point you wake up to photos from Penny! Of you all snuggled up with Hotch on a night out 🤭. And you see how happy and shy and blushy he is 🤭. Which is what gets you to make a move (without being drunk lmfao) and Aaron once again is all 🤯😵‍💫😍🫠🥴🥰🤭🥹💞.

Omg I love this sweetheart thank you 🫶

#rome🌞 #ily my platonic romeo<3 #feral hotch friday #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #thomas gibson #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Though The Path May Be Long, I Shall Find You; Ruggie Bucchi

A path lies ahead, some are more treacherous than others. At the end of the winding, coloured footsteps is where they can rest; a bird directing them forward, made out of precious stone.

Main Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Supporting Roles; Grandma Bucchi, Rho (Ruggie's bird)

Content; Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match), gender-neutral reader, this can be read as platonic, familial, or romantic, hurt/comfort, I get emotional yet again about Ruggie, stressed reader

Content Warning; Ruggie's backstory (his mom's death and I mention childbirth, but describe nothing), self-doubt (reader), allusions of depression (reader), anxiety attacks (reader)

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put mine - or other creators' - works into AI; that shit steals.

Prologue & Leona's Story | Jack's Story

Ruggie was out with the adults, tagging along to collect honey to bring back to the village. He followed silently behind his grandmother, holding her hand. Ahead of them two birds flew ahead, honeyguides, singing their song to alert the beastmen that there was a hive ahead. A hive full of sweet honey, a rare treat saved for the elderly and the young of the village.

“You see those birds, Ruggie,” his grandmother nodded up to where the birds flew. “Those are honeyguides. Your mother…” The woman paused, taking in a calming breath. It’s been nearly five years since her daughter, her only child, had passed away due to complications from childbirth. Unfortunately, it was common for many first-time hyena beastmen to pass while delivering… and such a fate fell upon her. She shook her head, continuing with her tale. “Your mother, her messenger was a honeyguide.”

Ruggie looked up to his grandmother. “Mama had one of those birds?” He tried whistling the tune of their leading song, but it just came out as raspberries.

His grandmother chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Yes, and oh the trouble those two got into. How do you think I got all this grey hair?” She tugged at a few strands to prove her point. She did their whistle, going slowly so that Ruggie could practice alongside her. “Like this.”

Ruggie eventually got the call down and whistled towards the other adults, and the two honeyguides. “Gramma?” He tugged at her shirt. She looked down and picked him up, putting him up on her shoulders. “Do you think my messenger will be a honeyguide… just like Mama’s?”

She smiled bittersweetly, picturing the rose quartz bird that stood still by the only pictures she had of her daughter. “Hmm, maybe. But that’s for the winds to decide. Regardless though, they’ll bring you great happiness.”

“Gramma?” Ruggie placed his head on top of hers. “What’s your messenger? Did Mama meet her soul match? Did you meet yours?”

The birds stopped, as they arrived at the hive. The adults tasked with smoking the bees out got to their jobs, passing down honey from the rock crevice and putting aside some of the comb for the birds. This harvest looked like it would be enough to feed both the elders and the children, plus some extra left over for the harvesters.

Ruggie’s grandmother hummed to herself. “I think that’s a story for a later time, no? Now come on, try some of this honey, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had in all my years.”

She never got her messenger. Never had been gifted a soul match by the King of Beasts or the southern winds. And her daughter had met her match, but then he left after her death; her messenger going still after her passing. Leaving the ageing woman all alone, with only a few photos, her daughter’s lifeless messenger, and Ruggie. The person who looked the most like her.

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The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Ruggie reached his hand out. “Hi, Mama,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there in the stars… Tomorrow is my birthday ya know! I’m getting a messenger, just like you did!”

A gentle warm breeze caressed his face, and a shooting star raced against the deep indigo sky. Make a wish. Ruggie clamoured over the window, the breeze playing with his hair. He leaned against the frame, and closed his eyes. “Mama, if you’re up there listening… I wish that you could be my messenger. I know that I never got the chance to meet you, to get to know you, but I want to. I want to get to know you. And I know that you can’t be here, but … I love you, Mama.”

He cracked open his eyes and saw that the entire night sky was filled with shooting stars, a sign of a good omen. The warm breeze tickled his nose before going back out of the window. In the distance, he could hear a lone hyena calling out to its clan, but no one called back. He looked out into the sea of shooting stars and located the star he designated for his mom; an orange star, large, but not super noticeable. A warm amber amongst the darkness of the sky and pale blues of other stars.

He yawned and went back to his bed, clutching on to one of his mom’s old stuffies; a patched up warthog. “Good night, Mama, I love you.” He closed his eyes and was off to the land of dreams.

The light breeze was back, warm and carrying the scent of honey. It carried a small pink crystal bird with it, placing it gently at the foot of the bed, looking after Ruggie’s sleeping form. A honeyguide, much like his own late mother’s. It too being made out of pink crystal, but rhodochrosite, not rose quartz. A crystal meaning compassion, love, comfort, and happiness.

When Ruggie woke up he stared at the bird before cradling it gently to his heart. He walked to his grandmother’s door. “Look, gramma, it’s just like Mama’s!”

His grandmother hugged him, clutching on tightly to his back, tears rolling down her cheeks. Perhaps this life had been cruel to her, but she at least knew that her grandson, her only family, had someone out there. And that maybe, just maybe, her daughter was looking down from the stars smiling and looking out for her son.

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Ruggie kept his messenger on him at all times. When he was wearing his dorm uniform, he kept the pink bird on a braided necklace that his grandmother made him for his fifth birthday, using some fabric from one of his mother’s old scarves. Whereas, when he was in the school uniform he kept it in his breast pocket, above his heart. And he would subconsciously check throughout the day to make sure that it was still there, a habit of his. 

It’s been four years, and yet the bird has yet to come to life. But Ruggie didn’t feel bitter, or sad. He knew that life wasn’t fair, he has witnessed that much. He has lived it, experienced that it wasn’t fair. Knew that it was something you could only make the best of. He also knew that he shouldn’t complain. He was thankful that he had at least something to match his mother. A symbol that she was always looking after him. So, even if the messenger never came to life, he could at least have an aspect of his mother. Thankful that there was at least a chance of him having a soul match out there, somewhere.

He hadn’t told his grandmother, as he didn’t want to bring a sense of sadness; had she not gone through enough? The last thing that he wanted to do was to bring more pain to the ageing woman’s heart. He just wanted her to be happy. She had done so much for him, sacrificed so much; the least he could do was give her some hope. That he could bring their family out of poverty. That he could get a well-paying job. That he could find happiness. That she needs not to worry about him. That he would be okay. That they would be okay.

Besides, the new school year was beginning and he was positive that would mean that Leona would give him odd jobs to do. But hey, money is money, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said gift horse paid him graciously. 

So, Ruggie was busying himself by rearranging his room, placing the few personal belongings that he had in their spots. The photo of him and his grandmother, and next to it, the warthog plush that belonged to his mom. Everything else was hand-me-downs from Leona, or related to schoolwork. The only other personal things he had was the braided necklace, and of course, his messenger. He whistled the honeyguide call to himself, making sure everything was in place. Leona was off at the ceremony, so he basically had the day free to himself. He could probably go off and work some odd errands, but just for today, he would relax.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the wings of the stone bird. “I know you’re out there. I want to find you,” he sighed, holding the bird to his chest. “Let me find you.” He tried to fight off the drowsiness that was taking hold — it wasn’t even nighttime yet — but it won in the end, and he fell asleep.

As the sun set, and the waning moon rose, a warm breeze carried the scent of hibiscus flowers and honey, ruffling his hair. The stone bird tumbled out of Ruggie’s hand, falling gently onto the blankets. The breeze caressed it, and the stone honeyguide ruffled its feathers for the first time. It hopped upright and nestled in the sleeping hyena-beastman’s hair, singing its guiding call softly.

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Ruggie stretched awake, the room still dark as the sun had not yet woken up for the day. The waning moon, and stars provided the only light, casting the room in blue and silver light. He walked over to the window and looked out, searching for his mom’s star. “Hi mom,” he said to the warm amber star up in the sky. A warm breeze tickled his ears, and he imagined it was her playing with them. “Can you show me a sign?” About my soul match?

Something shifted under the bedsheets, and Ruggie’s ears twitched at the noise. He crept over to the bed, and lifted up the sheet carefully, unsure of what it could be. Underneath the blanket was the stone honeyguide, twitching in its sleep.

His eyes widened, and he carefully scooped up the little bird, cradling it in his hands. After all of these years. After all of the hardships that he has endured. All of the uncertainty. His soul match was here. He took in a sharp breath, trying to control the well of emotions that had sprung forth; that his soul match was alive, and that maybe his mother, and not the King of Beasts, had sent him a sign. That he wouldn’t be alone in this life. But a lone tear traced down the planes of his face, dropping onto the bird.

This is your sign, take it, my love.

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You didn’t know what to make of any of this. Being transported into some dimension and waking up in a coffin of all things. That you now live in a decrepit mansion with some cat-monster and ghosts. That magic existed and you had several life-endangering encounters with said magic. And that you now have a small bird made out of pink crystal, and that it was alive. That it could talk.

“You know,” the bird hopped onto your head, “I can’t explain more than you need to be privy to.” Their voice played in your mind, and you tried to ignore them, instead focusing on the tall stack of books about dimensions; trying to find a way home.

You waved a hand around, forcing the bird to take flight, landing on your desk. “I am well aware of that, since you dodge every single one of my questions,” you huff, flipping over the page since it had nothing relevant about your situation. It only said that giraffes were originally demons hailing from the Boiling Isles, wherever that was. This dimension had evil giraffes, but apparently your dimension without magic was far more ludicrous than that. Predictable. “So if you aren’t going to be helpful, just leave me alone. I don’t need your ‘help’.”

The bird gave you a bombastic glare, huffing to itself it went to a small dark brown leather bound journal with the gold insignia of a lion and a hornbill, placing it in front of you. “No need to get snippy with me. Here, read this, it should explain everything you need to know. I can’t do anything else pertaining to your questions now though, know that.” With that, the bird took off through the window, off to who knows where. 

You sighed, but focused on the journal they put in front of you and cracked open the centuries old leather.

Of all the magic there is in Twisted Wonderland, the most coveted, the most revered, is the magic of soul matches. These matches come in many different forms, different for every person. Platonic. Familial. Romantic. Those are the most common. For the merfolk it is a song that only they can hear, their match tugging at their soul. Gifted to them by the benevolence of the Sea Witch. For fae it is yet to be revealed, as they are a secretive lot. Fearing that should anyone outside of their clan know that that information would be used against them. All that is known by outsiders is that they were gifted from the Thorn Fairy, a blessing. As for beastmen, and anyone hailing from the Sunset Savanaclaw, they were gifted bird messengers made from precious stone. It is said the crystal represents what their match will bring to them. And once they feel that they are ready, a glowing path of footsteps will lead them to their match. The birds will dance, and then they will know that they have found each other.

You placed the journal back down, brows creasing. You weren’t from the Sunset Savannah, let alone this dimension in the first place. How on Earth do you have a messenger? Why do you have a messenger? And what did it mean? I’m not ready for this… I don’t think I’ll ever be.

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Ruggie had formed a friendship with his bird, and he even gave her a name; Rho. She doted over him, and her voice was what he imagined his mother’s was like; confident, caring, and warm. And even though he had a friendship with her, he has yet to see the glowing footsteps. He was more than ready to meet them, so it must mean that his soul match, whoever they were, wasn’t. 

“It’s unlike you to dwell on possibilities,” Rho said, landing on his shoulder, returning from one of her daily flights. “Uncertainty clouds your mind, much as the smoke from a brush fire does. Clogging out any possible light from the bright sun that lies beyond the thick smoke.” Rho also happened to be quite poetic and… concerning? But she was sweet, so he ignored the cryptic verses.

Ruggie shook his head, trying to centre his mind. “Hmm? Just thinking is all. Ya don’t need to worry about me, Rho. Shishishi!” But she was right, as his mind tended to go down the more pessimistic path.

What if his soul match was never ready? What if they didn’t want to find him? What if they would reject him after finding out about the cards he was dealt in life? Would they stay by his side as he pulled himself, his family, and his community out of poverty? Would they… would they be like his ‘dad’ and ditch him in hopes of better prospects elsewhere, never to come back? To leave him behind? Leaving him alone to take care of everything, with no one to turn to for support?

Rho sighed, and hopped onto his head, ruffling his hair. “See, uncertainty. A tree cannot grow if it does not receive sunlight. And you cannot grow if you doubt yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, but she was right, as per usual. “Yeah yeah, I know,” he sounded relaxed but he took the words to heart. It’s something his grandma would also tell him, albeit she would get straight to the point. Something like, Quit doubting yourself. You are more than capable. Plus I love ya, and that’s what matters!

But Rho looked unconvinced. “If you want, I can go… persuade their bird to encourage them to meet you.”

“Thought that was against the rules though?” Messengers aren’t allowed to disclose any information that could change their match’s mind on whether they wanted to meet or not. He had no idea why, but it was seen as a big no-no. “Didn’t take you as the rule breaking type.”

Rho flitted down to the windowsill, looking out into the Savanaclaw Dorm exterior. “As long as I don’t let anything slip, it is fine. A gentle nudge if you will. And technically, I am breaking no rules. Just paying a visit to my counterpart to discuss their progress. That is all.”

Ruggie raised a brow, chuckling to himself. “Shishishi, you’re a horrible liar,” he poked her on the nose. “Just don’t get caught, okay?”

Rho nipped at him and took off into flight. “Need not to worry.” She didn’t add her own thought, which was I’m unsure if they will be able to see me or not. It’s been several weeks since they arrived and I’ve seen no sign of them.

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The bird has persisted to follow you everywhere you went; to all your classes, and you had to kick it out of the washroom on several occasions as well. Everywhere. And they. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

“Hey! Hey! You really need to find them!” They pulled at your uniform, trying to get your attention. “Hellooooo! Are you even listening to me?”

Unfortunately, yes. All you wanted to do was get back home. Yes, you have made friends here. You had fun. But you didn’t belong here, or least, you felt like you didn’t belong. The magicless Prefect from another, magicless, dimension. The closest thing you could even call family here would be Grim, and the three main ghosts who are still tethered to the Ramshackle Dorm. Stuck here without any clear way out, much like you are.

You glared at the bird, looking away from the nth book about different dimensions, still finding dillidy squat. “Yes,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I heard you the first time. But until I find answers, they can wait. They’ve waited this long, I can survive without them.”

The bird plopped itself onto the book, effectively preventing you from reading any further. “Exactly. They’ve waited for this long. They thought that there was no one out there for them. I know that you’re tired; tired of not getting answers. Tired of being treated as less than due to your situation. Tired of not knowing. But know this; there is someone who wants nothing more than to meet you. They don’t care that you don’t have magic. They don’t care that you’re from a different place. They just want to know you.”

That made you pause in your research, hands trembling. They were right. You are exhausted from everything. 

“Now now,” a second voice played in your head, the voice of a woman. But when you looked up you saw another crystal bird, the only thing differing it from yours was that it had more red and white bands. “No need to be nasty. Dear, come now. What is weighing so heavily on your mind?”

Unlike your bird, this newcomer was gentle, and didn’t prod you. They hopped forward, wiping a tear from your face. Since when had you started crying? But the few pebbles that were trying to hold together the dam came surging forward, and the new bird comforted you, wiping your tears away.

“Dear, you’ll be okay,” they said, handing you a tissue. “You don’t always have to be strong. There is no weakness in admitting that you need help. That not everything is okay. There is strength in that.”

The flood of emotions, of stress, of anxiety, of being overworked, of being everyone’s therapist calmed down from a raging torrent to a gentle trickle. Taking the tissue you blew your nose. “I don’t feel okay… I’m so,” you took in a choked breath, “tired.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, admitting to the truth. “I’m just so tired. I should be angry, but I’m just so tired.”

The bird put a wing on your face, holding it with care, with love. They had only just met you but have shown so much more kindness and empathy than anyone else during your stay. “Life has not been kind to you,” they said, rubbing grounding circles onto your palms, guiding your breathing. “You deserve to feel wanted. Deserve compassion. To be comforted when the dark clouds seem like they engulf all light. You deserve to be happy.”

“Why are you telling me all this,” you croaked, voice cracking. “I’ve ignored them-”

The pink bird shook their head, “No, you’ve been surviving, and adapting. But if you wish, if you are ready, you can find him.” They hopped back up to the open window, looking at you warmly. A soft breeze played with the ragged curtains, carrying the scent of honey, but also the smell of home. “Will you be alright?”

You rubbed at your nose, still feeling shaky but better. Not feeling like a water balloon about to burst. “I will be.”

The bird nodded, “Should you need anything do call. Your match calls me Rho.” They took flight, heading back to your match. And you could make out the faintest hints of glowing dandelion-yellow footsteps fading into the distance.

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Ruggie had not had much free time for himself, being busy with schoolwork, lessons from Leona, and his normal workload alongside odd jobs to make some extra cash to send home. But even with the hustle and bustle, he had noticed the footsteps. They were faint, sometimes wavering, but they were there. It means that they’re open to meeting him, but not quite sure. Still some doubt in their mind.

“What did you tell them?” He looked up from the dishes he was scrubbing, filling in a shift at the Mostro Lounge.

Rho popped out from his breast pocket, climbing up to his shoulder. “That they aren’t alone. That they will be okay.”

Ruggie felt like there was something heavy in his throat. They feel alone? They aren’t okay? “Rho,” his grip on the plate that he was scrubbing tightened, and he forced himself to release it before he caused cracks. “What did you do? Where are they?”

“Ruggie, they will be okay. I told them words that they needed to hear. Affirming words.” Rho’s voice took on a more stern tone, which made Ruggie back off, but he still worried. “What did we say about dwelling on things outside of our control?”

Ruggie took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released, calming his mind. “That it’s like the smoke of a brush fire. That beyond the dark smoke, there is sky beyond it, and fresh air… this too will pass.”

Rho let out a guiding call, “Good-”

Ruggie quickly grabbed her and put Rho in his pocket, hearing the door from the kitchen open. He didn’t want someone to walk in and find him ‘talking to air’ and think he was slacking off. “How is everything goin’ on out there?” He got back to scrubbing dishes, covering up that he was previously not.

“Quiet,” you huffed, putting on an apron and coming to stand next to him. “Azul has been trying to butter me up into making a contract with him… again.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “But I reminded him of what happened last time and he left well enough alone.”

Ruggie relaxed, it was just you. “Heyya, Prefect. Long time no see? Decided you were too good for Savanaclaw, huh?” He teased, bumping his shoulder to yours.

You bumped him back. Ever since you had to crash at Savanaclaw, you had formed a friendship with the hyena-beastman. He didn’t hide behind a mask, he was authentic, and that put you at ease. “Pshh,” you swatted at him with a towel, “like you could really get rid of me that easily, gotta come over and bug Leona every now and then. Keep him humble.”

“Pftt,” Ruggie burst out laughing. “Yeah, ‘keep him humble’. Just as long as ya don’t mess with him too much, yeah? Remember, I usually do his work.” There was no bite, and he swatted you back. “These dishes won’t clean themselves, come one, before Azul finds us slackin’ off.”

You quirked a brow but got to work, you would rather do the dishes and make light conversation, or just enjoy the quiet, with Ruggie, than deal with rude customers or being roped into something. So you and Ruggie worked in relative silence, working on getting the large pile of dishes done. The only thing breaking the silence being the distinct whistle Ruggie did quietly.

“Just curious, but what kind of whistle is that?” You put down the large pan you were rinsing off, down to dry, turning to Ruggie.

Ruggie stopped, his left ear twitching. “Ah, it’s just something I picked up when I was younger.” But he could see the curiosity in your eyes, and he decided to humour you. “It’s a honeyguide call, a type of bird. We used to work with them back at home to collect honey.”

Why does it sound so familiar then? Where have I heard it before? “Could you show me how to do it?”

As Ruggie taught you how to make the call, the two of you failed to notice Rho slip out of his pocket, flying up to where your bird rested. “We should just tell them! Look! The footprints are right there! Are they that dense?!” They huffed.

Rho shook her head, “They will do so on their accord. For now, let them be. They’re happy.”

…

…

The footsteps were glowing brightly now, a bright, warm, dandelion yellow. Cheerful, playful, and happy. But you hadn’t followed them yet, doubt still on your mind. Why did someone else get to pick my soul match? Shouldn’t I have a say in this? But every time those doubts came forward, the other pink bird, Rho she said her name was, would come for a visit.

“Good day, Prefect. How are you faring today?” She hopped over to your desk where you had a book about this world open, reading about beastmen and Sunset Savannah cultural practices.

You placed a bookmark on the page you were on, which discussed the caste system. “Doing better. But, Rho?” You held out a finger, and she hopped on. “I’m curious; what kind of bird are you?”

Rho cocked her head, “Ah, I thought you knew. My dear, I am a honeyguide.” She let out a call.

“A honeyguide…” You froze in your seat. It’s a honeyguide call. You knew you had heard that call before, your own messenger waking you up every morning with it. Did that mean… was Ruggie your soul match? The honeyguide. The feeling that everything would work out for the better when you were around Ruggie. He just felt… correct to you. Like home.

You rushed towards the front door, Rho and your own honeyguide clutching onto your uniform for dear life. “AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS YOU CHANGE YOUR HEART?!” Your honeyguide shrieked, falling off.

“Hush you!” Rho scolded, sending off your messenger to find Ruggie. “I take it you connected the dots then? You don’t need to rush, dear.” She said.

You didn’t slow down though, if anything you sped up. “My match is Ruggie, isn’t he?” It was stated like a question, but you knew that it was a statement. “I’ve kept him waiting! Kept him out!” You knew a bit about what Ruggie’s life was like before attending Night Raven College. That fate had seemed to mock him… and you also mocked him unknowingly.

Rho pulled on your ear, pulling you out of your spiral. “You weren’t ready, you cannot and should not blame yourself! You were making the best out of your situation!” This was the first time that Rho had sounded upset.

You stopped your frantic pace, halting in the middle of the hallway. Students passed by, some giving you weird looks, but they continued on their way. But someone stopped, and stepped aside, watching.

“I hurt him!” You shouted, but no one but you, and your match could hear when you spoke to your birds. “Hasn’t he been hurt enough?”

The footsteps were blinding now, he couldn’t be far away.

“Doesn’t he deserve to be happy? Don’t I deserve to be happy?! Why should some long ago king dictate how we should be happy?! We didn’t ask for this! Any of this!” You were heaving, the dam of emotions breaking again, tears rushing down your face in full force. “Rho,” you whispered, “I just want a place to call home. It doesn’t need to be the one I knew. It doesn’t need to be fancy, or elaborate. It doesn’t even need to be a place. He feels like home, where I can rest.”

But Rho wasn’t there anymore, your bird was now on your shoulder, trying to move you forward. “Well, you can’t do that if you just stay there! MOVE!”

You looked up and the footsteps were gone, in front of you was Ruggie with Rho on his shoulder. You hiccupped, be it from crying, the emotions, or the shock that he was right there, within reach. “Did you hear all of that?”

Ruggie nodded, “Yeah, yeah I did.”

Rho and your messenger took flight, performing the soul match dance before Rho landed on your shoulder, and your bird landed on Ruggie’s. And they sang the honeyguide call, indicating that there was something sweet ahead.

“Come on,” he took you to an empty classroom, away from prying eyes. “Here, breathe with me. In; one, two, three.” You breathed in as he instructed. “Hold; one, two, three.” You held. “And out; one, two, three.” And you breathed out. “Better?” He caressed the knuckles of your hand gently.

You nodded. “Ruggie, I’m sor-”

He stopped you, smiling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. What matters most is that we found each other… That we chose each other.”

Fin

Author's Note; I literally cried writing this (I was emotional at the time). Ruggie's story has been in my brain since I put his name on the list for this AU. It has haunted me for weeks. Have had the honeyguide song stuck in my head for years ever since I first heard it on Wild Kratts of all things. My favourite one I've written as of yet; up there with Jade's.

Tag; @leonistic

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi x gn reader #twst hurt/comfort #twst soulmate au #soul match au #gramma bucchi #i get so emotional over ruggie it's not even funny man #i did research to make sure that spotted hyenas and greater honeyguides lived in the same range and was happy that they do! #fun fact; some people work with honeyguides in order to find honey and share a profit of what they find with the birds #taking canon and running with it <3 #also if you get the giraffe and boiling isles reference ily #cw anxiety attack #<- first actual content warning tag #i cried in the first 700 words btw #don't be like dove and write nearly 60 pages in like a month (26K words)

[joelslegalwhre]

(a little surprise for y'all under the cut <;3)

I don’t even know what to say 😭❤️

it’s so surreal to think that so many of you care about my nonsense ILYSM!!!

I’m the worst at finding the right words for things like these (I can’t take a compliment and that right here is a BIG one lmao)

So I’ve made this for y'all

✨*shoves it in your face*✨

#THANK YOU MY LOVES <3 #ILY ALL SM💜 #em talks📧 #1k celebration #this is for my joel girlies (gn) #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller edit #joel and ellie #ellie williams #tlou #joel miller x reader #em's masterlist

[verysanebsdfan]

Kaido Shun dating headcanons

Kaido shun x GN!reader They/them pronouns used Not requested I also found out i am much better at writing headcanons than actual one shots🥲 PLease request pookies i dont have ideas. If you want to request, please go to my introduction post first and read about what i would write<3

Now you maybe questioning how did you two even got together, honestly, most people ask the same question, however, the answer is really simple. You both are delusional, just kinda in a different way.

So, we all know that Shun lives in his own world, but let's all be honest, all of us do, at least sometimes.

So, you two are classmates, you, being the quiet kid who just stares out of the window, daydreaming, making scenarios, real or not. And then there's Shun who is, well, more vocal about his delusions, but can we blame him? No. (<3)

So once, you two get paired up for a project and you actually have a lot in common.

Later you start subconsciously (thats such a hard word to spell😔) seeing him in your silly little daydreams, and he as well, makes a lore for you, which in the end, makes you the over powered assitant of The Jet Black Wings.

My guy is very shy, so he probably wouldnt talk as much with you as you'd like, but, Yumehara would notice something between you, and ask you about it which made you wonder.

Did it make Yumehara sad? Yes. Did she set you two up for a date with big enthuisiasm? Also yes.

It was really just a simple café date, but it got you two together<3

It took him a while to really warm up to do even simple things like holding hands or even a kiss on the cheek, ma shy boi<3

But you got there, you often have study dates, because we know how his mom is, however, she adores you<3

You would tell the group pretty soon after he'd warm up to the couple stuff.

Honestly, Yumehara was probably the most happy, it stung, but she moved on soon, and no, she did not go back to obsessing over Saiki again.

I think he'd be a words of affirmation or acts of service guy, can't really decide.

Anytime you feel insecure, or sad, he'd tell you how awesome, gorgeous, and smart you are<3

And anytime you would feel sick or something, he'd be there, or, at least would try to be there<3

You either grow old together or decide to end it on good note after you graduate from highschool, no in between. But even if you would end it, you'd still be friends

I hope it's good<3

Drink water, stay safe, ily y'all bye<3!

#the disastrous life of saiki k #shun kaidou #kusuo saiki #saiki #saiki kusuo no psi nan #kaido #kaido shun #tdlosk #shun kaidou x reader #gn reader #x reader #reader insert #x you #fem reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #kaido shun is a sweetheart #ily yall stay safe #ily all #ilysm <3

[therabbitthatpostthings]

(Part 1) -no beta we die like men-

The clock ticked idly by as the hallways filled with students. After a long hard morning of studying, they gleefully enjoyed their lunch oblivious to the storm brewing in the faculty office.

The tension already hung heavy in the air but was accented by Shinazugawa entering, the last of the faculty to do so. Only the clock could be heard.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Uzui let out an exasperated shout, “Is no one going to address the elephant in the room?! Since when are you married?!”

Giyuu fought the urge to sigh with everyone’s eyes on him, “Four years my spouse and I have been together.”

“And you told no one?” Obanai questioned

“No, Kanaroji and Rengoku both knew.” Giyuu replied

“Yes and I’m very sorry for not coming to the wedding Tomioka!” Rengoku stated.

“Oh that’s another thing! You had a wedding and invited none of us!” Uzui shouted, waving his arms to accent his point.

“(Y/N) and I both wanted a small ceremony, limited guest.” His short and simple answers started to annoy the ever-annoyed Sanemi. He nearly slammed his drink down on the counter.

“(Y/N)? (L/N) (Y/N)!?” Uzui stated in disbelief.

“Now I know you're lying. I can believe someone married you, but (L/N)? You two barely spoke back in high school.” Sanemi sneered.

“I was always busy with my student council duties so we rarely saw each other outside the weekends. We would walk home everyday.” Giyuu stated again, very matter of factly. Everyone (except Sanemi because he already hates Giyuu’s tone) was starting to notice agitation in his voice.

“Now that you mention it, (Y/N) did post some pictures with you back in college,” said Uzui. Sanemi shot, a completely unnoticed, glare towards Uzui.

“It’s true, the three of us would hang out sometimes!” Mitsuri chirped up, “Did I not tell you Obanai?”

Obanai turned his head to hide to blush, the realization dawning on him. It dawned on all of them quickly once Rengoku spoke, “I’m sorry to bring this up now but, has no one noticed that Tomioka had a picture of his wedding day on his desk.”

Gyomei let out a breath of relief, “So you have fixed the picture frame! I’m so sorry for breaking the first one.”

The irony was not lost on the remaining teachers. Sanemi mentally cursed himself for getting so caught up in something so stupid, most of all that it was pertaining to someone like Giyuu. He didn’t even care, much less know (Y/N) enough to dictate if them knowing Giyuu was so outlandish. The very thought only angered him more towards Giyuu.

With those sobering thoughts and his social meter completely depleted, Giyuu finished up lunch and quickly disposed of his trash. He hesitated at the door, “If you all want to meet them, we’ll be at the upcoming festival.”

He left the lounge only, not-completely regretting his last statement. Meanwhile, your co-workers grow increasingly concerned at your constant sneezing today.

Bonus:

For clarification-

Giyuu and (Y/N) are childhood friends.

Giyuu, (Y/N), Sanemi, Rengoku, Uzui and Obanai went to the same school.

Mitsuri transferred into their school and knew Rengoku prior.

Giyuu, (Y/N), and Mitsuri all went to the same college.

Suma was also friends with (Y/N), Uzui had just forgotten.

Gyomei accidentally broke Giyuu’s photo and besides Rengoku and Mitsuri, was the only other person to know he’s married despite the picture always being there

#no beta we die like men #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu #idk who is reading these at 3 am but ily #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #writing fanfics at 3am #cringe— #giyuu x gn!reader

[boobpancakes]

there's snakes in her garden

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 cas #my sims #will answer asks in the morning i got a few for the hair on my last sim i prommy i will answer b4 work ily all gn <3 #i've been feelign sick the last few days sorry if i am a little ghosty the next few days i might die who knows

[bongduo]

guy w issues

#shoutout to whoever first drew purple w bug wings #ily #sorry the purple brainrot wont leave my mind #guy of all time #avm #animation vs minecraft #animation vs animator #ava #ava purple #avm purple #YIPPE! #expect drawings and sketches of other ava characters #i love all of them i just like purple bc im biased (purple is my fav color) #also hes a wet cat #:3 #ok gn #syd art

[alpacacare-archive]

Hi. I have an exam next week. Here you go <3

#tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #spy tf2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #I wanted to make this for so long lmfao #i had to slow some parts of the video down so everything matches cus you cant mess with the audio clips #i hope u like this #ily gn im so tired lmfao <3 #team fortress 2

[gunthermunch]

i finally put her in this corset ugh

#ily short hair lilith #gn<3 #ok fine #munch extras

[mocha-bunbun]

This could be the end of everything.

Scaramouche had that thought plaguing his mind. Becoming an emotionless god, that was his goal. Well, that was supposed to be his goal. That was until he met you and messed up everything. He definitely didn’t like being around you, especially when you had that idiotic sweet smile on your face. He hated how your presence brought him warmth, a feeling that he hadn’t felt ages ago. 

He didn’t like you, not at all. Nope, not one bit.

So why did he feel a sharp pain in his chest, realizing he’s finally getting what he’s desired? To be an emotionless god was always his wish. He had the gnosis of his mother, all he needed to do was to take the right steps. But that would mean hurting you in the process. No, this wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He knew it, but he still cared. And so did you, but you didn’t care if you got hurt.

“Scaramouche…” You said, his head immediately snapped towards your direction. His gaze softened, seeing your small smile. “I know your plan is going to go into action soon.” You chuckled, you knew from the start trying to convince him to not go through with the plan wouldn’t work. You knew this could be the end of everything just as well as he did. “So why don’t we go, somewhere only we know?”

#if u know the song ily #mocha writes #mocha getting possessed by writer mocha for a quick moment #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche #gn! reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scara x you #scara x reader #genshin x gn reader #i did not proof read shit so im sorry </3 #This is vv incoherent

[runway-houses-city-clouds]

ok goodnight :]

#wow #jules going 2 bed b4 midnight?????????? #ok gn ily all<3 /platonic

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Aaron makes you text him when you’re sad. Because he’s sometimes far away and it’s hard to pick up on these things if he’s not home for a week, so he has you text him, and then he’ll tell you to open his bedside drawer which is stuffed full of handwritten notes of reasons he loves you (and a separate box of ones from jack). And a dried flower from every bouquet he ever gave to you. He has Penelope stop by after work to bring you dinner and her favourite games to play with you.

Oh he definitely does 🥺.

He's so considerate having those things ready for you when you're feeling sad 🥺. They always make you smile when you read them and it always helps you feel better<3. Especially when you see the words that Jack had to correct or just completely messed up the spelling on because he's just such an adorable little bug hehe 🤭🤭.

Aaron always loves your messages so when you're not texting him as much as normal or your messages aren't quite you he can definitely tell that something isn't okay. He will ask you what's wrong if you don't tell him in what he considers a reasonable amount of time from when he notices something's off. But after some time you just start telling him straight away when you're not alright.

The flowers 🥹🥹 I love this! I would love to look at them 🥺🥺. They would still be so beautiful especially because they remind you of Aaron and when he gave them to you.

Penny!!!! I love her 🥹. She ALWAYS brightens you up! She's so cheerful and knows how to make you smile! And she's willing to do anything for you<3. I think she is protective of you and wants to take care of you of course<3. She gives you all the hugs! She will comfort you and get your mind off the bad thoughts and feeling better and brighter<3.

Aaron is just 🥺💞 I love him 🫶.

#rome🌞 #ily my platonic romeo<3 #rome you are wonderful! #rome and i share one braincell and it is soft for hotch #aaron hotchner #hotch #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch fluff #aaron hotchner comfort #hotch comfort #mon answers 🩷

[jaeyooniverse]

happy birthday to my lovely honey, jaeyoon! i hope you have the happiest birthday and are showered in all the love you deserve! have a good night, jaengjji! 💛

#sf9 #sfnet #byfantasy #jaeyoon #birthdays #happy jaeyoon day #gfx #mine #this was ''quick'' but took me almost an hour and a half shdfjkshjkf #just threw this together bc i really wanted to make something but also it's late and i need to sleep lol #gn ily<3 #well by the time this posts i'll be awake lol