#i am feeling VERY upset and sad and conflicted

[karlatakicker]

RUIN SPOILERS!!

i’m very attached to roxanne, and after the dlc i am very attached to cassie too! so here’s my thoughts on the both of them and why their relationship is just so unbelievably special to me

1. it’s implied that they both don’t really have any friends, as sad as it is. Roxanne says to Cassie in their conversation that she thinks that her friends will come to her party this time, which obviously means Cassie’s friends are either nonexistent or aren’t very nice. it’s also implied that Roxanne is disliked by the other children in the pizzaplex because of her desire to win and lack of empathy thus unawareness that children are upset by the idea of losing. so, the idea of them both becoming friends and acknowledging each-other is truly special if they have nobody else.

2. Roxanne’s desire to win on her race track is overridden by her kindness and feelings towards Cassie. in their conversation Roxanne remembers Cassie because she beat her twice on the track, which leads to Roxanne almost sounding proud despite being beaten which she usually expresses anger for. (I’ve been told this doesn’t mean what I think, Number 1 twice refers to Cassie’s birthday, but you can argue that it still shows something between them by the fact Roxanne is willing to say Cassie is Number 1, despite Roxanne constantly wanting to be Number 1.)

3. Cassie’s clear empathy towards Roxanne as her favourite - she pities and feels for Roxanne when she’s crying in the salon. despite seeing the horrid conditions that all the other animatronics are in, Roxanne as Cassie’s favourite is the only one she truly feels for.

4. Roxanne’s infatuation with herself does not inflict with her remembering details about Cassie. Roxy asking about and sharing Cassie’s love of carrot cake (and remembering her birthday) shows an attachment that Roxanne seems to have with no-one else, as thinking of herself does not conflict with thinking of Cassie.

5. in the cutouts of Cassie and Roxanne standing side by side, they’re mirrored. Cassie has similar makeup on to Roxy, and is holding her mirror the exact same way. Cassie wants to be exactly like Roxanne, to the point of copying her actions and being dolled up like her. these images of the two of them are simply to establish a connection between them, so it hurts a lot more when it comes down to de-activating Roxanne.

6. Roxanne, despite being so angered at the idea of not being pretty and being so damaged, has no hesitation in jumping to save Cassie despite possibly getting more damaged or even being completely broken because of it.

7. the line “it has been some time since i saw you last” can be interpreted as Roxanne had thought of Cassie since the last time she had been to the pizzaplex. it makes their reunion all that more heartbreaking because when Roxanne meets her again, it’s for Cassie to deactivate her.

8. Roxanne asking if Cassie had booked her party yet, is essentially Roxy asking if Cassie was going to come back and see her - Cassie, the only kid that Roxy is shown to have a connection with.

9. Cassie stroking Roxanne’s fingers before deactivating her, as if to give her the last comfort she’ll ever feel.

anyway that ends my rant. they’re just so special to me despite them having like 3 interactions. they are the true little sister/big sister animatronic and human pairing we needed. if I don’t get an ending where they’re sitting on the hill eating carrot cake, the developers are going to get a very strongly worded email.

(just to clarify months on from this post, the developers have received a very strongly worded email.)

#roxanne wolf #fnaf ruins dlc #roxanne and cassie #roxy and cassie #cassie fnaf #fnaf #my sweet girls #fnaf security breach

[ilovegarbage]

Me, a Juventus fan, today:

Me, a chelsea fan, today:

#IM FEELING VERY CONFLICTED #Juve’s game was stolen #but in the other game my man’s out there proving what I already know #I am very sad and very small and did not choose the life I’m upset about #personal

[glorified-red]

I'm seeing all the hate The Sun & The Star is getting on this hellsite and its so obvious that people aren't reading this book for what it is.

It's literally a children's novel written for children. The book is supposed to be easily digestible and stupid and explicitly written because kids books are supposed to be completely laid out.

Rick has always written dorky things in his books but he has also prioritized writing about real world issues and struggles. He's written about trauma, abuse, PTSD, depression, anxiety, etc. For years.

So here he is writing about deep rooted insecurities and self-doubt and learning to accept all those dark parts of yourself as well as others, AND tackling internalized homophobia and queer struggles, and we're upset the book is too focused on the relationship?

The entire point of this book is to teach the audience how to navigate a rocky relationship with compassion and understanding. It's showing that relationships aren't perfect, you can be upset with your partner and your partner can be upset with you but the point is that you talk about it and you try to do better.

Is it such a bad thing for young teens to be learning this?

Is it such a bad thing for them to see that love is effort? And can and will be flawed and that's okay??

This is the first time we've seen this topic discussed by Rick and I've never seen a book tackle this topic because we always see the Hollywood depiction of love---yet that's unrealistic.

This is showing that love can be flawed but still be oh so beautiful. That you can be traumatized and still worthy of love.

And I am so proud of Rick and Mark for not only showing a healthy attempt at a relationship but also showing countless times that those lessons apply to any relationship. They put significant stress on platonic and familial relationships and how that love is also effort, compassion, and understanding.

Yes, it focused on Solangelo a lot.

Yes, it had soooo many flaws that even I cringed and got disappointed at times.

But the fact that we got a book that finally lets two characters talk about their feelings is incredible, and the fact that this new generation gets this book??

If I had a book like this when I was young, showing me how to navigate conflict and that relationships CAN be hard?? My god, the healing that lesson could have done.

Perspective is everything for this book. Hell, perspective was everything in HoO. It showed that how characters are perceived is very different from how they perceive themselves.

Leo was literally always shown as comedic relief and nothing more until we saw how incredibly lonely and sad that kid was from his point of view.

Percy was always said to be intimidating and powerful, but in his perspective, he's a kid who has no clue what he's doing.

So yea, in this book, it may seem like these characters have shifted, but once again, Rick is relying so heavily on perspective.

Nico was edgy and depressed for as long as we knew him, even in BoO when we first got his POV. But now that he's accepted, loved, and healing, why are we getting mad that he's a dork again---how he was before all the trauma? Why are we mad that Nico is growing and healing and becoming himself again because he feels safe enough to do so.

Ofc he's gonna feel different than how he was written a canon year ago.

And this is the first time we've had Wills perspective. He's always been seen as this sunshine happy character but we FINALLY get some acknowledgement that he's deeply terrified. He's shown as a leader and camp counselor but he's got anxiety written in his bones.

He felt like a burden this book because he's a healer. He's absolutely terrified to be a fighter and yet we got to see him become one in his own way. He was out of his element but he was trying.

Because he's so goddamn afraid of losing someone else.

Call Will an asshole all you want, but Nico had been to Tartarus and the Underworld more times than he could count.

Will is literally walking into a place he's never been to before and is the complete opposite of anything he's ever known---for Nico. The comments he makes about plants and lack of sunshine? It wasn't him being a dick, he was him being genuinely confused because hes only ever known earth logic.

If I saw flowers blooming in a pitch black room I'd be a little confused too. He says the Underworld is depressing because it's literally draining his energy.

You yell at Will for not being open-minded yet won't comment on the fact that Nico hardly made an attempt either. Nico could have been more understanding about the fact that Will, a guy who's exploring this place that's slowly killing him, might not like the place at first because he doesn't understand it.

Because Will wanted to understand.

And the second Will finally began to understand the beauty of the Underworld, he was nothing but supportive.

You get mad at Will for making mistakes yet refuse to acknowledge that he learned from them.

The Sun & The Star tackled a hard topic that doesn't get talked about often. It portrayed a queer relationship and it emphasized characters who learned and grew. It's different from other Rick books because that was the point. (And it wasn't just Rick writing it)

This book was about accepting change within yourself and "daring to be different."

And the fact that you can't even accept a book that does the same just shows that the lessons this book taught went straight over your head.

I've never been more disappointed in this fandom. We begged for this book. We begged for queer representation. Yet here we are criticizing every little thing about it as if we aren't lucky to be getting this book in the first place---a book about two side characters.

This book had soooo many flaws but it wasn't a bad book.

Isn't that the point of it all? To love something even though it's flawed? That flaws dont necessarily mean it's broken and bad forever?

It's okay to hate a book.

That doesn't mean it's a bad book.

It just wasn't for you.

There are dozens of other books in this fandom to love and cherish, but don't hate this book just because it's different from what we're used to.

#the sun and the star #tsats spoilers #tsats #pjo stuff #pjo fandom #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo

[serenhoshi]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Feeling angsty here ;) 

For context: You and your s/o have the biggest fight you’ve ever had since you know each other (even before getting married). You’re tired and want to go out to clear up your mind, taking off your ring in the process. He sees it and...reactions below :))

Seungcheol:

He’d get more angry than anything. Visibly upset as well, he’d point at the ring while staring straight into your soul with a callous tone. 

“What do you think you’re doing right now? Why did you take it off?? I’m not done right now, you’re not leaving. Put it back on.”

Jeonghan:

As angry as Seungcheol, clearly. But doesn’t show it as much. His stare would be neutral, so you’d have no idea of what hes thinking about. Maybe a bit whinier than Seungcheol? But overall he’d say similar things.

“What are you doing this? Huh? Take it back, you have to wear it.”

Joshua:

You taking off your ring would make all his anger vanish INSTANTLY. He’d stare in shock and not say anything for a few seconds, his face visibly paler than before. Then he’d get close to you, his head moving from left to right as a no motion, taking the ring and puttin it back on you. His voice shakes a bit, and is way softer.

“Don’t do this, please. Let’s talk through this calmly, I’m sorry.”

Junhui:

It would take him some time to realize what you had done, you were already putting your shoes on when he woke up from his trance. He’d block the door with his body, ring in hand. He wouldn’t know what to say yet, it would take some time for him to arrange his thoughts correctly. But he knew that he wouldn’t let you leave, not like that.

“You forgot this, please stay..”

Hoshi:

It’s kinda hard to guess how he’d react tbh. On one hand he could get angrier, screaming at you and pursuing you to put the ring back on your finger himself. On the other hand he’d be like Joshua, cooling down instantly, and begging you to stay with him to think about this together. You chose which one seems the best to you.

“Please please please wait- don’t go, i swear i’ll do better!”

Wonwoo:

Probably the first one to leave the room, he’d lock himself up in your shared bedroom, and would most likely cry because he simply doesn’t know how to handle things. After some time he’d go back to the living room, and would see your ring, set on the table. He’d automatically call you, fidgeting the ring in his hand, completely stressed out.

“Y/n? Where are you?? Should I come pick you up? Please come back, we should try to talk about it, please.”

Woozi:

He would act as if he didn’t care, but deep inside hes so scared. He’d let you leave so you get some time to cool down, but when he saw you take off your ring he automatically felt tears blur his vision. You get no news from him while you’re out, he’d lock himself in his studio, occupying his mind while producing music. You see each other once he gets back home from the studio.

“Hey,, I think we should talk, don’t you?”

Mingyu:

Wouldn’t let you take the damn ring off. He’d rush over to you and grab your hands to provide you from it. He’ll look at your straight in the eyes -and that’s when you notice that he started crying- and apologize, so SO many times. His voice is shaky and he caresses the back of your hands while begging for you to stay with him.

“I am so, so sorry for my behavior, please forgive me, i’m so sorry, i love you so much, please stay, i’m sorry.”

The8:

He’d react a bit like Woozi; he’d give you time to cool down, for him as well. It’s very rare that you get into bit arguments, you normally just talk things out but here it heated up quickly. In contrary to Woozi, he’d text you, maybe after an hour or so, to know where you are and if you’re safe. Once you get back home you actually have a calm talk as you did in the past.

"I’m glad you came back, I was really worried”

Dokyeom:

Dokyeomie would cry his eyes out. This poor man was conflicted between anger, sadness, and fear. He wanted to prevent you from leaving, so bad, but his ego and bitter anger wanted to make him ignore you, and give you the silent treatment. Out of all the members he’d be the hardest one to make up with, he thinks ignoring you and sulking is the better solution because time will calm everything down. You’re the one who will come up to him to talk, but if you don’t have your ring on then he refuses to talk.

Vernon:

He automatically takes your hands in his to prevent you from taking your ring off, looking at you straight in the eyes. Any trace of anger has disappeared, and he looks sincere, calm, almost soothing. He’ll bring you to the sofa so you both sit down and let the tension disappear. He won’t force you to talk, you both can stay silent, as long as you’re both here and you cool down.

“I’m sorry for everything. Let’s just calm down and not do anything we might regret, okay?”

Seungkwan:

He’d continue his angry speech even when you took your ring off, setting it on the kitchen counter. He’d take the ring and follow you closely, putting himself between you and the door. He’d stare at you, his eyes dark and visibly fuming with rage. He’d take you hand and forcebly put the ring back on your finger. Then he’d talk, his voice a bit calmer, but still showing irritation.

“Don’t take it off. You annoy me very much right now but not enough to divorce. I still love you a lot.”

Dino:

Would stop talking and his face would get pale, worry taking place on his face. He’d run to you at the entrance of the appartment, and trap you against him. His arms placed around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck. He’d cry a bit, and whisper apologies.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, i love you, please stay”

#seventeen #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seungcheol #scoups #jeonghan #joshua hong #joshua #junhui #jun reactions #hoshi #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #mingyu #the8 #myungho #minghao #dk #dokyeom #seungkwan #vernon #choi hansol #dino #lee chan #kpop reactions #reactions #wonwoo scenarios

[ladykinrannoch]

Reading - Too many agendas; succeeding at none

So I decided to check in on Charles with a Celtic Cross again.

Situation - King of Cups RX - Charles is not well, his energy is in reverse, this is his card. Emotionally vulnerable and dealing with a volatile person. It also signals personal destructive behaviour patterns. Rinse, repeat and rinse repeat. Charles is doing himself no favours.

Crossing card/Obstacles - The Sun RX - not the best prognosis, in reverse delayed travel plans. Don't expect to see him back on engagements any time soon. Also I don't think he listens to his doctors.

Goal - Six of Cups RX - going back to the past in the upright, reminiscing about happy times, in RX this signals a rose tinted view of the past, not reality. and also an inability to move on. Stuck in emotions from the past.

Hidden energy - Ace of Wands - a new start, this is an auspicious card for success, inventions and projects as well as new ideas. So he is putting time and energy into something. See Clarifier Card later.

Immediate past - Judgement RX - no second chance for Charles, not able to break free of old patterns of behaviour, refusing to learn lessons, feeling trapped and no real progress.

What happens next - Two Swords - a decision which he is struggling to make, thinking time, a stalemate. Situation festers and will return, also time out from a relationship. The person in the card is blindfolded, so he can't see clearly what is going on, nor can he see a clear answer.

Broader context - Ace Cups - a new beginning, also a partner takes priority over work commitments, however, an opportunity for personal creativity and spiritual growth. An emotional time, basking in the attention.

Others views - Six Swords RX - upright moving into quieter waters but in RX an ability to avoid conflict and upheaval and also being stuck in a turmoil, a desperate need to escape, problems that need to be solved before you can free yourself. Very stuck energy.

Hopes and fears - Queen of swords - I don't know who this is but this Libra/Virgo woman keeps showing up. However it is also known as the Widow card, so perhaps Charles is fearful that Camilla will be the widow. This woman is highly ambitious, single minded, doesn't suffer fools. Its message is strength in adversity.

Outcome - Ten swords RX - ruined reputation, an ending. In RX many more repercussions than when it is in the upright. Helpless, ill and overwhelmed emotionally in RX. Not a good prognosis.

Underlying energy - Four of Swords RX - the rest and recuperation card upright, in RX, enforced time out, which is out of your control, nothing to be done to change it, surrender to your fate.

I drew some clarifiers because this is all so scattered and unclear.

Clarifier for Judgement RX - who does he not get a second chance with? - Chariot in RX. William. No more chances.

Clarifier for Ace Wands - The Hermit in RX. He is working behind the scenes for H, but the Hermit in RX suggests that H is not ever going to be grateful. Also I think Charles is blind to H's agenda.

Clarifier for Two Swords and the difficult decision - Strength card upright, is Harry and M, so the decision he needs to take relates to them. He is blind to their agenda.

Clarifier for ten Swords RX - Five Cups - sadness loss and bereavement. Extreme regrets.

Lots of very scattered energy here. I am not sure whether Charles knows whether he is coming or going. Also it feels like he is juggling too many agendas and succeeding at none. With each agenda, he either annoys the nation, or upsets another party/family member. He is clearly no diplomat and seems so stuck in old fashioned and ingrained patterns of behaviour that he can't change. This inability to move forward, change and adjust his behaviour will be his downfall. It will ruin his reputation. Also it is not good for his health and I am not sure we will see him back on active duty. At least not this year, he will withdraw almost permanently.

Other observation:

Two Aces - there is an important partnership... I am reading this as a partnership that Charles still needs to cement, because the above energies are so scattered I don't think he knows who his most important partner is yet. My impression is he is bumbling along trying to please everyone and pleasing no-one.

#british royal family #royal reading #tarot #tarot by ladykinrannoch #brf

[imgae-insertshockedgasps-16]

i am angry.

i see a lot of things abt how it's okay to be sad or to grieve or to mourn what you lose bc of your disability, and that's so true, it's okay to mourn, it's good to process your emotions, however.

i am past sad. yes sometimes i get hit by the grief, but mostly i am angry. i am frustrated.

i can't do my favorite activities anymore, and for a while i was sad and devastated, but now i'm pissed. i'm angry and upset and so frustrated that sometimes i cry. and that's okay too.

i can't go bowling, or climb a tree, or crochet, or play my instrument for very long, or draw or paint for any length of time, or go for a long walk in the woods, etc etc.

and that makes me sad and it worsens my depression and sometimes i'm so devastated that i can't breathe

but mostly?

i'm angry.

well why the fuck can't i? why the hell are assistive tools so expensive? why aren't there more accommodating spaces? why are the existing accommodations so shitty? etc etc etc

it's okay to be sad, and it's good to feel it. but it's also okay to be angry or frustrated or annoyed or generally upset or a million other emotions.

and it's okay to have conflicting feelings too, each and every person is complex and different and no two people will feel exactly the same about anything

and remember, beyond all of that, it's okay to be happy. you aren't required to feel any one way.

#disabled #chronic illness #disability #chronic pain #disabled anger #disabled sadness #disabled happiness #actually disabled #physically disabled #invisible disability #physical disability #mental disability #disability pride #disability rights

[lidiasloca]

i saw your post and i had an idea! azriel x reader, az comes home from a long mission, he’s tired and he’s upset but won’t talk about it, just fluff as the reader comforts him and cuddles and stuff. If you don’t like it feel free to just ignore this! x

the right thing (azriel x reader)

fluff

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You can tell.

And not just because of the bond, but because of his eyes. They look almost lifeless. The hazel in them is replaced with a sad black you have grown to hate.

It is a reminder of how much your mate actually suffers in these missions, whether he ever admits it or not. 

“Az?”

He only answers you with, “Hm?” as he makes his way past you to the desk of your room. You know all too well how prone he is to closing in on himself. 

You get up from the bed and start walking behind him. “Wait,” you try a soft tone, not letting your worry get to him. “Azzie, please.”

He finally turns, allowing you a clear look at his tired face. It breaks your heart. 

You realize you’re silently staring, but not in time. “I know I look terrible, but there’s no need to grimace.”

Your heartbeat speeds up immediately. You - you hadn’t grimaced, that you were very sure of. But the thought of Azriel thinking you had makes you rapidly reply, “NO - I mean no, Azriel. I wasn’t grimacing. It’s just - you look very tired.” 

To no one's surprise, he stays silent. So you add, “I’m worried.”

Your mate sighs, as if in defeat. “It’s Devlon,” he eventually mutters. 

You try your best not to go to the male to strangle him yourself. Gods - the times Azriel came home exhausted because of some conflict involving him. You hate him.

Azriel regards you and says, a coy very little smile now on his face, “Stop that frowning.” He brings his index finger to smooth the creases in your forehead, as if to make his instructions clearer.

You know better than to keep asking him more. You know how little words Azriel like using, especially about these things. But you make it a point to talk about this when he’s in a better mood. 

You return his little smile, happy that he seems lighter. 

After a comfortable silence, just staring at each other, he says, “sorry for earlier; you shouldn’t be the one having to cope with my grumpy ass.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Don’t be sorry. I understand, and - I am your mate,” you reply while taking his hand in yours and pulling him.

He opens his mouth to ask when you start leading him, but his answer soon comes, just as you gesture him to the bed. 

“You need to rest,” you command, or try to sound like so.

It seems to work; Azriel climbs into the bed slowly, then whispers, “Yes, my lady.” 

You can’t help your giggle before you follow him onto the bed. “Shut up, mate.”

He turns his eyes to yours, piercing even in the dim light. You know damn well the effect that word has on him. You smile innocently.

“Say it again,” he orders, though there’s amusement in his eyes when he adds, “If you dare.”

“No. Goodnight…” He raises an eyebrow, watching you intently. But you won’t let him win, so you pull the blankets over you, making it obvious that you’re going to sleep. 

You only have time to yelp before he pulls you out of the blankets and cages you with both his wings and his arms. “Say it.”

“No - let me go!” you laugh hysterically as he starts pinching the flesh on your ribs. “Az! S-stop that.”

“Say it, then.”

“Mate! My mate!”

He at last lets go of you, and you can finally draw breath.

“And you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear.

“Well, you almost suffocate your mate, you know that?”

“Dramatic.” You smack him with a pillow. “Ouch.”

“Dramatic,” you reply, still out of breath, and quite exhausted after trying to win Azriel in strength. “Now, I need rest.”

He smiles lovingly and says, “Goodnight then, mate.”

You observe him before launching yourself on him, more comfortable than anywhere else. “Goodnight,” you tell him. “Azzie?”

“Yes?”

“Will you tell me tomorrow?” You wrap your arms around him as you can. “About what happened today?” You try not to name Devlon, not now that he seems calm. 

He takes a moment before answering, “yes.” Precise and short, you think, but you‘re still glad he’s willing to open up to you about this knowing how hard it comes for him to do so.

“Thank you, mate” you whisper, which he answers by kissing the top of your head.

Just as you feel yourself drifting to slumber, you hear his voice, barely audible. 

“My mate.”

-Characters by Sarah J. Maas

I was soooo tempted to write the aaron warner “yes, love?” but found selfcontrol somewhere. btw, i'm super happy with how many requests you guys have sent, cause i want to write acotar soooo bad. thanku <;3.

#azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #acotar fic #azriel fanfic #azriel fic

[guardian5tiger3]

Your truest love in this lifetime 💕first time seeing eachother 😘

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One.

Ok. So for you guys I'm seeing that you or them or possibly both of you are going to be going through something or will just be sad. I see you both talking. They might hear you talk before talking or vise versa. You guys are going to instantly relate a lot and they are going to make you feel better and vise versa but for most of you I'm seeing the dynamic that you're upset and they talk you to help in some way. They see you as beautiful. They're going to make you feel way more sane about what you're going through and confirm to you that it's normal and there isn't anything wrong with you. They will relate with you. Things will move fast after this because the love is almost instantly there. You guys will mostly just know what's up. I see you guys kind of tumbling a little bit here and there for a while in the start but is it love if you don't get a little clumsy? If there ends up being a period probably a shorter period of not much communication it's spirit guiding you or them or both of you to decide to share your feelings. This I'm seeing marriage or just very long-term. 💖

Two

You might say something shocking or very substantial. They're going to watch you from a far and admire you and observe. They might just leave without saying anything but somehow I really see them getting your phone number or contacts somehow. So you won't know as much about them as they do about them initially. I really wanted to say "and the rest is history " so that gives you an idea of your future with them ahah.💚

Three

You or them are going to have some type of victory in life around this time, I heard "advancement" for around half of you this is work related or financial. This might be at a celebration for such a thing. I see someone flirting with someone and the other person in a blushing, flattered, maybe nervous energy . Neither do you are going to realize how deep this is or at least one of you isn't. You might not perceive this as serious but... Man.... Somebody might walk away after that but spirit is coming up like no. Absolutely not. And they're are going to orchestrate this where there is no other option like you are meant to be so a lot of you will see them again in a work setting or kind of a similar setting as before. Somebody is gonna see them again somewhere random like a store but for you guys at that point you will both take as a sign it's serious and meant to be in a way.

Four

I am really getting magical energy I can feel it in my hands. You and this person more or less are very developed people , I heard smart. You both have it together. Not necessarily to societies standards, but to spirits. I got the tower so I think you'll both feel something big is going on.negative things might be going on but it's like you guys come together to tackle all of this together but it's almost like you guys come together and that all disappears anyway at least temporarily.

Spirit shows me you guys getting together and I think this is your souls not you guys in reality. but spirit doesnt want you to know the dynamic fully. I see it being way more complicated than any of the other readings. I'm getting a lot of negative cards for some reason. Yah so your souls get together before you do in the physical and whatever your souls guide you to do might not be getting together but you're both almost working together to manipulate this negative stuff going around you guys. It seems like a lot you both have to do. You both stand by yourselves for a while so you know this person well before you get together for real. When you guys are brought together it's probably going to be introduced to you both as a situation not involved connecting with eachother but this situation ends up making that happen.

Five

One of you is going to a situation of conflict to try to offer help or bring peace. The other will come in after like hey! How can I also help. Lol. This is funny cause whenever comes in after the other person is gonna be like seriously . Why are you coming here now.as if this person has some alterior motives or is a follower or something. They felt called to though. This person could like metal. They seem super goofy and it's like the stuff their into is goofy because of how they are about it. They're charming. Some of you one of you is gonna be like some type of scenario of oh man let's trade numbers or can I have your number or something cause oh , like for instance insurance cause of this car crash or something. They are silly lol. I like this person guys. I'm guessing you're the one that goes in first and they come in kind of goofy after for most of you that is so. So overall basically for all of you you're both approaching some time of conflict and the dynamic between you two is goofy.

Six

222 am right now. You guys are just gonna be doing something casual, for a lot of you I see you walking. It seems like you two are the only people around eachother, they're going to come up and talk to you, you'll start talking about life, and the conversation will just be super natural or fluid at least for one of you. It will just simply go from there. I'm getting a lot about synchronicities especially numbers for you guys. This is a really simple , pure, clear energy. There's not much more to be said. It's nice. I'm not getting super romantic immediately for most of you but as you get closer it will just sort of turn into that. 💗 No blockages, nothing extra. I like this. 🙂✨

#free tarot readings #pick a card reading #pac #pick a picture #pick a pile #tarot messages #love tarot reading #love pac #love reading #pac tarot #pac tarot reading #intuitive messages

[compacflt]

Hi, big fan of your fics. I've just found your Tumblr and binged everything Icemav-related. When reading about Icemav's political beliefs, I've gotten curious. Does Bradley share the same political beliefs as Ice (and Mav)? Does being raised by them or them pulling his papers influence how he votes? Or there are other factors in the play (e.g. generations, social media)? How about Jake and the other Daggers? How does this young generation of the Navy perceive politics (elections, gender, etc.)? My apologies for bombarding you with questions. But as a non-American, American politics have always been something we must pay attention to. I've seen many interesting interpretations on Tumblr but it feels more or less wistful than realistic, but I might be wrong (again not an American) so I would love to see your perspective on this. Thank you.

a good politics roundup post before i leave this blog

icemav & their conservatism: here, here, here

ice’s NECESSARY conservatism as commander of the pacific fleet (i.e. officers who are most likely to get promoted to the highest ranks do NOT break the service line when it comes to domestic politics, so by necessity ice would’ve had to keep his mouth shut, he Cannot be both a four-star and a revolutionary, like he just can’t; and being a revolutionary is otherwise antithetical to his character anyway): here, here.

and the original “ice & mav politics post” which is being updated here: here

I’ve gone back and forth on everyones politics over the last year of me being involved with these characters, but let me just tell you where I’ve ended up headcanoning them politically, if ur interested

ice: reagan democrat. “educated moderate” who was more right-leaning pre-9/11. now just a regular ol liberal (did you SEE those gay little round glasses in tgm? no way this guy isn’t a straight-up lib) with absolutely no strong feelings about most domestic politics besides “fascism bad”. Has some foreign policy opinions that areeeee questionable at best, like all members of the military elite (hangman voice: DO NOT ASK ICEMAN ABOUT CHINA. WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE). foreign policy neoliberal favoring the dovish side of the spectrum. A force conservator (“let’s save our military assets [read: my boyfriend maverick 🥺] for when we really need them, not for any old conflict. the deterring specter of the American war machine should outweigh the risk of underperforming”). He’s in favor of marriage equality of course, but treats it like a privilege and not a right. would be sad/upset if it got repealed but wouldn’t necessarily fight for it. “well at least my marriage will always be legal in california so i just won’t leave, problem solved.” Normie median Biden voter.

mav: political wildcard tbh. original 1986 mav is DEFINITELY right-leaning (i think i’ve written elsewhere, “he fully believes bill clinton is an affront to god”). i get young republican vibes from him. Full on patriotic (but dispassionate) 1980s reaganite anti-commie neoconservative. but after the 2010s i am very confused tbh. Tom cruise’s political aura is an insanely confusing one. idk. No matter what, Mav has some Hot Takes that a.) can immediately be shot down by ice using Facts and Logic at any time and b.) are not strictly partisan. He’s registered democrat just to support marriage equality (his marriage is his top priority but he doesn’t care about Other gays’ marriages, only his own), doesn’t care about any of the party’s other lines. Votes however ice tells him to. I get real “kind clueless libertarian” vibes from 2022 maverick tbh. Especially with the “isolating himself in a hangar in the middle of the mojave desert.” that has a political connotation to it for sure. bro just does whatever he wants out there

also, ice & mav live in San Diego, which… while in blue/democrat leaning California…is famously a bastion of right-wingers & has a hitler particle level off the charts… (sorry its not my favorite place in the world). That’s why they’re both continually so disgusted by San Francisco (a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality). Theyre from San Diego, hatred of SF & liberal SF politics is kinda par for the course down there.

Bradley: as u will see in the extras i definitely hc Bradley as an activist, but because he’s… in the navy and also like in his 30s… It’s not college campus activism, it’s just “things all of us in the left wing can agree upon” activism. so, like, BLM or pride, etc. He’s an “in this house we believe” yard sign liberal. He is 38 years old. hes a solid millennial so not politically hip with the kids (me)

Bradley & ice/mav disagree on the VISIBILITY of politics. Ice & mav, who did live through the vietnam era draft/near-dissolution of American society in the 60s and 70s, are not in favor of possibly losing their job/honor they have fought and killed for, for the sake of a political statement. And they believe their relationship IS a political statement, whereas Bradley would rather encourage them to treat their relationship like, I don’t know, a relationship that has a right to exist independent of politics!

Jake and the other daggers: idk. i don’t really give a shit about the daggers sorry. They r blank slates 2 me. jake especially is canonically frat-boy sexist in a way that gives me the heebs, much like original 1986 maverick and ice. But the navy tends to be the most left-wing (or thought of as left wing in common thought) service of the military, if that helps. But it is also the most traditional service of the military, and by traditional I mean BRITISH!!!! 🇬🇧💂there’s so much pomp and circumstance and hoity-toitiness that comes from the navy’s origins in the Royal Navy. A lot of sticking to outdated tradition in the very fabric of the navy itself, while the navy’s enlisted demographics shift younger and more left-wing/“revolutionary…” some interesting conflicts there. Like that one sailor who got blasted by multiple congressmen on social media for (with permission!) reading a poem about their queer identity on the USS Gerald ford’s intercom a few months back, if I remember correctly. Hoo boy the Takes that day were wild. Younger Americans tend to be more liberal but YMMV with officers, who are by nature trying to uphold outdated traditions of the navy for the sake of keeping the navy a unified service

i am of course writing carole as a christian republican who has gay friends and a gay kid not by choice but by the Grace of God

#i realize some terminology in this post is so hyperamericanspecific that you may need to Google it #like the in this house we believe yard sign #it’s… like… i can’t even describe it. it’s a kind of well meaning liberal who can sometimes be a little cringe. #and Reagan democrats (which ice is) are a whole political subgroup in and of themselves #maybe not Reagan democrat but like conservadem? but no that’s different too #blue dog democrat? but not sure he’s that conservative #THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY HAS BECOME SUCH A BIG TENT POST TRUMP THERE ARE 50.000 TYPES OF DEMOCRAT YOU CAN BE #san francisco as a metonym for effete liberal homosexuality of course (it’s where im from 😎😎) #it’s a ten hour drive from SF to San diego like they might as well be different countries. san diego secede from the US when 🙏🏽 #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #icemav #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #normie median biden voter ice #the navy is liberalizing but veeeeery slowly #most of the conservative pressure ive seen towards the navy is external! policymakers & budget drafters etc #the navy is very liberal BUT that makes it a laughingstock among conservatives! #so a desire from higher-ups to push the Navy more conservative to be taken seriously…is kinda understandable #when being taken seriously means more ships more capability more money etc #instead of GOP culture-war-pilled pennypinchers going ‘hey why are we givin the gay service so much money’ #take this post with a grain of salt. i have never been old enough to vote in a federal election.

[sharptoothed-gaze]

o//

So after watching vods and bads stream and clips:

When things calm down or they get a moment.. I NEED for qTubbo and Sunny to actually sit/chill with qPhil Chayanne and Tallulah and TALK. Okay?

I am so sad/upset.. concerned of things in seen within the chats and stream. And I make this clear every character is valid their own feelings and pov but we as the audience are able to see more than one pov. And when we CHOOSE to ignore other povs or closed minded things can/have gotten a bit toxic.

"..you have phil chayanne and tallulah.."

Tubbo chat: they don't care...

Hallo?? Qphil cares for Sunny!!! Her God sibblings including tallulah cares!! Just like any other egg. Yes lullah was worried in the beginning but anyone paying attention can actually see they are closer than they were. They are children and sometimes things need time. Happens. Lullah adore her God father, she was there for his bday and talks to him when can. But just like sunny she can choose who she wants to talk and be around. She has a comfort level just as sunny has one. Chill. When tubbo died it was not clear to Phil, even chat was confused but once Creation came up, he understood it was real. He even apologized because seriously didn't know it was real.

On top of having to deal with his friends death he has to assure his kids have cookies. And at that point the cookies were expensive and he could not afford them. Chayanne had to assure him things would be okay. Fast forward this week he has more than enough and can help any egg if need be. Since Tubbos death qphil has had to assure the kids theyvwould get tubbo back and to not worry of sunny because they will make sure she is taken care of. But note he will not force Sunny to hang around, she is free to what she needs to thrive for now.

The miscommunication between these characters is strong. On purpose or not. Story wise I love it but as viewer I don't know... concerned now?

I just want everyone to be better and happier than the day before on the island. And the audiences to be more understanding and open minded of the ccs/characters and admins

Sorry for the novel. Sorry OP

Please never be afraid to send a long ask! I promise that it’s not a bother, and I genuinely enjoy reading people’s analysis/thoughts on both characters and the fandom.

But yeah, I totally agree with you that miscommunication and unintended pov bias are at the core of the issue here! It really sucks to see people who legitimately think that Philza hates Sunny when it just isn’t supported by canon.

Sunny might /feel/ hated or disliked, which makes sense for her pov, but that doesn’t mean qPhilza actually hates her. He’s given no indication that he hates her being around him, his children, or his home. (His only concern about her hanging out has always been the potential safety issue of 1 adult watching 3 eggs.)

So far, qPhilza has always been very direct with his language, so I don’t think there is a reason to assume Philza is secretly lying when he tells Sunny she can stay over or ask for help whenever. He might be stressed about his own capacity to protect and care for three kids, but that doesn’t mean he wants her to be alone.

Everything in canon says that Philza wants the eggs to be safe and happy just like everyone else on the island. Nothing has contradicted that. He might prioritize his own kids the most and sometimes fail to understand some social/emotional situations, but the eggs’ safety is everything to him.

Plus, canon shows again and again that qTubbo trusts qPhilza and loves his godchildren dearly. Tubbo knows that if Sunny really needed help, Philza would do everything in his power to do so. Even if all he can do is direct her to someone more capable of getting resources like bbh. That’s him thinking of and trusting the island’s collective parenting to ensure that the kids have everything they need. Considering he logs on the server an avg of 3 times a week I think that’s fair enough.

I don’t mind conflict between characters, but yeah, fans claiming things that canon doesn’t support can annoy me. Canon pretty much says that Philza /does/ care, but he can do a shit job of showing it. He’s not meeting Sunny’s emotional needs, and I think that can be worked on with communication. There’s truly no reason to assume that qPhilza is maliciously harming Sunny.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp text post #Someone asked Sharp!

[luniidae]

~ Too Familiar ~

Chapter VII

TW: +18. Hi everyone ! This chapter is certainly the longest I've written, but it is also about a sensitive subject you can, I think, guess just by looking at the illustration (and "don't worry", it's not about Raphael himself). 

I just wanted to say that this event isn't only here for drama, this is mainly the metaphor of a brutal transition from childhood to adulthood, like a bubble of peace suddenly bursted to bring the character to a reality she never really knew, bringing many conflicted feelings.

Anyway, "enjoy" !

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"I'M NOT YOURS TO USE !", she shouted.

Raphael's eyes darkened and he seized her chin, pressing his claws into her cheeks. For a moment, she thought he would eventually ripe her jaw off. 

"You ARE mine, little mouse. Do you really think that your presence here has no purpose ? Do you think I was feeling lonely so I asked Korilla to find a random child to give me company ? Of course not.... You are here for a reason, and it has nothing to do with your damn horns. You are here because I want it, because I tolerate it !"

She was staring at him, holding his forearm. His eyes... It felt like his piercing eyes were looking right into her soul. She could sense his grip getting tighter on her face. It hurt.

"Fath..."

"I am NOT your father !", he interrupted her.

Suddenly, she felt her heart stop, break, then falling into pieces. It was like a burning blade had just pierce her chest. Of course he wasn't her father, she knew that, but she couldn't help but love him as such.... She looked at him, her eyes full of sadness and disbelief. 

"Look at you... Crying like a baby", he said, his gaze becoming less hateful but withering, "You are so sensitive. You try to play the role of the rebellious youth, but you are nothing but a frightened child, weak, and seeking for attention and love"

Luvia couldn't believe her own ears. She didn't want to. That was even more painful that all the horns which had been taken from her during those last 7 years. She was so hurt that she spoke without thinking. 

"That's not true ! I am NOT a child anymore !", she screamed, "I HATE YOU !"

She didn't mean it at all of course, but that is all which came out of her mouth at this very moment. She didn't know her heart could hurt so much, it was so painful she could barely add anything else. Anyways, she wouldn't have the time to, as Raphael tightened his grip again and frowned, evidently upset, and the heat of his hand seemed to have increased. For a second or two, she thought having seen a glint of something in his eyes. But she couldn't tell if it was sadness or disappointment, or both, or just her imagination...

"Is that so ? Fine !", he declared bitterly.

At those words, he took Luvia with him across the corridors. She couldn't help but follow him, as he was holding the back of her neck. It felt like he could break it anytime. She couldn't ask where they were going, or what he was about to do, but she was frightened. Really frightened. She never spoke to him like that before, and she didn't think she would have been capable of such thing. 

Anyways, she wouldn't have to wait too long to know where he was leading her.

The Boudoir...

Luvia never came here, she had not the right to. Raphael had always been clear about that, but she never knew why. Also, she was surprised to see Hope's projection suddenly appear, panicked.

"RAPHAEL, STOP ! What are you doing ?! She's but a child, she .." 

"ENOUGH ! I'm done with you too !", he growled. 

"You MONSTER !", she said before he made her disappear in a simple gesture, interrupting her. 

He then threw Luvia on the floor unceremoniously. 

"As for you...", he looked at her with a mix of contempt and smug look, "If you are so eager to play bigger roles than yours, then so be it", and he snapped his fingers.

The young girl covered her head with her arms, expecting him to turn her into a lemure or ashes. But nothing of such happened....

"That's better", he simply said. 

Luvia remembered this tone well, those words.... "That's better". That was what he had said to her when he met her and gave her new clothes, that was what he had said the day she became a resident of the House of Hope, when he became a father figure to her, her protector, her saviour. She opened her eyes and  looked at Raphael who was staring at her from his height.

"What did you ... ?", she interrupted herself and her eyes widened, an expression of terror slowly taking over her face. She didn't fully recognize her own voice. It was hers, of course, but... Slightly different. More mature, less acute. She touched her throat as if there was a problem with it. But then she saw her hands... Thin as usual, but a little bit bigger, just like the rest of her body.

She had that strange feeling to look at something unknown but familiar at the same time. 

There was a kind of very large bathtub a little further and she crawled until it to check her reflection in the water. She felt her heart racing faster as she looked at herself. Or... Her older self. 

She now looked like she was in her twenties. She turned back to Raphael. 

"What is that ?!", she shouted, desperately trying to understand.

"What you asked for, Luvia", he answered calmly, "You wanted to prove that you were mature enough, now you won't have to pretend anymore".

"What ? No... That's not -"

"Needless to thank me", he said with a little bow, "The pleasure is mine.... Of course. Maybe next time you'll think twice before forgetting what is your place".

Luvia couldn't determine if he was sincere or not. Did he really have no compassion for her ? Not even a bit ?

"Do not worry, I'll be back later. Tomorrow perhaps. Meanwhile, I am sure you'll get along with your .... Temporary roommate", he said before turning on his heels and getting out of the room. 

The magic barrier which usually prevented anyone to enter appeared after him. Luvia begged for his mercy and she threw herself on the semi-transparent and shining thing, beating it, hoping it would open. But she knew it wouldn't... It never had for her before, and it never will until Raphael's back. 

"Father... ? Father ! Please ! PLEASE, FATHER ! LET ME OUT ! Don't leave me... I'm so sorry, please ! Don't...."

Luvia was screaming and sobbing so loud that it would have been hard for the other "residents" to not hear her. Even through the barrier. She looked for a way to deactivate it, even if she knew that was hopeless. And about Hope... Why did she look so terrified earlier ? What was the matter with this place anyway ? Luvia couldn't find out now, she was too busy trying to make the barrier disappear. But eventually she stopped, out of force.

Once she calmed herself down a bit, Luvia looked around her. The room was like the others: huge, luxurious and well decorated. There was this sort of pool in the middle, surrounded by cushions and plates full of fruits. She took a step forward, looking for something to do. She didn't understand why Raphael had locked her in here, also, she needed a new outfit, because the one she had on her was now too small and it was no longer comfortable.

While she was taking a closer look to the wardrobes, finding and puting on a proper clothes to fit her new shape, she suddenly heard something that made her jump. 

"My my, what have we here ?", said a mysterious yet familiar voice.

Too familiar, she thought. 

"I knew that Raphael could bring me surprises from time to time, but I wouldn't have expected it was you, little mouse". 

She turned around to see who was speaking to her. She was so nervous she could hear her heartbeats in her ears, but she wasn't prepared at all for what she was about to see. 

Before her stood a cambion in an... Unusual outfit. The worst part was that their face was too familiar to her. Luvia instinctively screamed and hide her eyes, she didn't want to see more. The devil chuckled at her reaction.

"Oh do not worry, I am not Raphael", they spoke with a charming tone while approaching her, like a predator sneaking to its prey,"I am far more better than that...".

Even if she couldn't see anything, she took a few steps backwards. They were now very close to her and slowly removed her hands from her face. Her back against the wall, she was now facing them but her eyes remained closed in a nervous expression. 

"Tsk-tsk-tsk.... Come on, little mouse. I can't believe you don't even dare to look at me. Am I this intimidating ?" 

They brought one of their hands to her face, caressing her cheek with their fingertips. They could smell her fear, sense her body shiver, and they loved that.

Luvia slowly opened her eyes and they caught her chin, forcing her to look at their face while they were examining hers.

"Raphael.... What a secretive little brat. He never told me how beautiful you were. Very naughty from him to keep you just for himself....."

The newly-young woman couldn't look at anything else but their eyes. Piercing, intense, just like -.... She didn't want to think about it. But the resemblance was too obvious to be ignored. 

"I....... I suppose you are... The roommate He talked to me about earlier..", she managed to say, still confused and trying, in vain, to look in another direction. Of course it was them... 

"Roommate ? Ha !", they laughed before adding with a vicious grin, "....... Yeah"

They took a few seconds to look at her face again.

"But let me introduce myself: I am Haarlep. Raphael's personal incubus, glamoured to look just like him". They made a little "ta-da" pose. 

"It seems so...", she answered. 

She could have die right here and right now if that would have been the only way to escape the situation. But she couldn't.... It was like a living nightmare and she didn't know what to do to get out of here. Luvia didn't know anything about incubuses, and she wondered why Raphael was keeping this creature here, how she could have never seen them in 8 years. And why they were.... Like that. 

If she couldn't find answers to these questions, she could now understand why she didn't have the right to come here before. 

The vision of the cambion made her feel incredibly uncomfortable, which made Haarlep smile wider.

They softly rubbed her chin with their right hand's index and thumb.

"You seem so nervous, my sweet. So fragile, so innocent, so ...", they got near her neck and took a deep breath, "... Virginal", and their eyes shone with a malicious shine, "My favorite". The creature suddenly seemed excited.

"P.. Please, just let me go... I don't want to be here", Luvia said with a trembling voice. 

"Really ? Oh I'm hurt.... Because I do enjoy your company, you know... And I'm sure you will enjoy mine very soon."

While they were speaking, their eyes were examining her from head to toe, their left hand was on her shoulder, caressing the delicate fabric of her clothes between their fingers. The other though was slowly sneaking along her neck from her chin to the start of her breast, while the heat emanating from them increased. But Luvia couldn't handle it. They were too close, too tactile, too familiar, too..... Too much. She quickly sneaked under Haarlep's arm in an attempt to escape. But.....

"There is not way out, little mouse",  they shouted at her as she was running away from them. 

And they were right, there was nowhere to go. The entrance was closed, and she couldn't jump above the balcony.... Or maybe she could ? She wanted to escape so bad she was ready to try anything, no matter if she had to break a few bones in the process. 

She started to climb over the structure, but while she was about to fall into the void of the Avernus, she heard the sound of a wing clap and felt something grips her waist, bringing her back inside.

"Let me go !", Luvia was trying to break free from Haarlep's embrace. But the incubus had no intention to do so. By the way, they were too strong for her and were amused by all of her vain efforts.

"How fierce you are", they giggled, amused, "I pretty much like a little entertainment. And to see you resisting is... Delectable"

"Listen here, devil, I'm not an object you can take and move wherever you want. Put me down, RIGHT NOW.", she growled, beating their forearms.

"Aw, how cute. You speak just like Him. But know that I can take whatever Raphael gives me", then they whispered in her ear, "And I'll take a great pleasure in breaking you, my dear". 

Her eyes widened. Even if Luvia had not a lot of knowledge about "certain things", she wasn't that naive. Especially when she could sense their body tenses against hers, and their warm breath quicken on her skin.

She started to panick.

"Please let me go ! I'm not.... I'm not what you think !", she shouted.

"Don't worry, pet. This body suits you better anyway"

What ? They knew ? Luvia looked horrified.

They chuckled softly, "Did you think I've never seen you before ? Of course I did. Only from afar, alas."

Once they got close enough to the one and only bed of the room, a large and fancy crimson one, they threw her on it, firmly holding her wrists, no matter how hard she protested. 

"I do love hunting, you know. Unfortunately, this room is not big enough for such games, it would get boring very quickly. And to be honest, I don't want to let my plaything go now I caught it. By the way, nice to finally meet you, Luvia. Raphael talked to me a lot about you".

The young "woman" stopped moving but didn't answer. She was doing her best to not pass out due to the stress. Haarlep had for a moment an interrogative look on their face.

"I wonder what could have happened... Is that you who sent the House on fire ? Or did you step on Raphael's tail ? No because I'm trying to understand, as he always forbidden me to touch you, no matter what. Really, it almost scared me. I thought for a moment he went sentimental"

They took a few seconds to observe Luvia's reaction, as they seemed to enjoy the situation. She seemed lost in her thoughts, considering Haarlep's words.

Raphael didn't want her to be in this room, and he didn't want Haarlep to make her any harm in any way... Did he want to... Protect her ? Did he actually care for her ? Or was it for his personal purpose only ? The incubus broke the train of her thoughts, their face close to her ear, whispering...

"It seemed he changed his mind, though"

Those words were more painful than she could have thought. She asked Haarlep to let her go once more, but they laughed.

"Oh no, little mouse... I guess he put you here for a reason, to teach you a lesson.... And who am I to avoid my responsibilities towards you ?", they said ironically.

They locked their eyes on hers, staring at her intensely, which made her feel like a little animal caught in a trap. 

"Don't look at me like that", she said.

"Like what, dear ?"

"Like a piece of meat"

"Oh little mouse...", they put a knee between hers to spread her legs and sneak in-between, she held her breath, "All I see is a beautiful young woman who crave attention and love... Who crave my touch".

Attention and love.... She blushed so much... There was something strange and bewitching about this creature. It made her sick. The incubus grinned, satisfied of the effect they had on her. 

A burning whirlwind wrapped her and her clothes disappeared in the flames (without burning her), which made her tense. She wanted to hide herself, to run away, to disappear... But the devil were still holding her. 

"Just give in... And you'll enjoy yourself more", they said with a seductive voice.

"No no no no... !".

Haarlep kissed her while she started to fight back. Luvia's mind screamed in terror but she was hit by a flow of pure and contradictory emotions, since incubus saliva had the power to provide a strong connection with their victims. That was intense and soft at the same time, scary but comforting, embarrassing but agreeable. She couldn't tell how she felt exactly since it didn't seem natural anyway. Her body was like burning as they got close to hers, realizing their clothes were gone as well. They deepened the kiss, playing with her tongue. That was as weird as it was sensual. 

Also, she could sense something getting quickly wet between her legs. It was embarrassing, and Haarlep's right hand was running along her body to reach this very sensitive spot. She wanted to stop them, to catch their hand, but she gasped at their touch. 

"Oooh... Sounds like your body was already in the mood to receive me... I'm flattered"

Her eyes widened, this wasn't at all what she wanted.. Or maybe it was ? No, it wasn't. She was afraid of them, so why she was doubting ? 

"No ! This is not - ", she stopped, sensing something else against her inner thigh. Something bigger. She  tensed at this unwelcomed touch and tried to close her legs, but she couldn't since Haarlep was there. Their gaze never left hers. 

"Oh, you want me to get closer ?", they asked with a teasing look, sensing her legs against their hips. 

"NO ! Get away from me !", Luvia shooked her head.

They caressed her hair with their left hand, "Needless to resist, pet, I'll be very gentle for this first time. I'm not a monster, you know... And to be honest, that makes the whole thing even more thrilling ", they giggled. 

Tears were coming to her eyes while they were pressing the head of their member against her entrance, until it eventually got inside... 

That was painful, but Luvia moaned despite herself, being overwhelmed by an intense emotion at each of their movements. She wanted them to stop, she wanted them to leave her alone. She wanted to get out of here and never come back to this horrible place.

She covered her mouth with her hands to stop her from making any more sounds, but Haarlep removed them. 

"Oh no, sweetheart. Your cries sound like music to my ears, and I would be disappointed to not hear you screaming my name, again... And again.... And again"

They insisted on those last words giving bigger thrusts at each of them. 

They pressed their forehead to hers, looking straight into her eyes.

"You ARE mine, little mouse"

To be continued...

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fantasy #video games #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #bg3 raphael #bg3 fanart #bg3 oc #bg3 house of hope #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 haarlep #bg3 smut

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Under foot

*Warning content mature for physical confrontation in story do not attempt in reality*

Someone should have warned him. Honestly? You thought someone had by now, and he was just ignoring the rumors. But really now, he was asking for it. If it didn't come from you, you were sure someone else would have done it.

Nobody scares your son and gets away with it. And how dare this mutt even think of telling your little Ray of Sunshine that he doesn't belong here when clearly he is thriving. How was this flea bag even related to a pedigree of Kalego-Sans caliber?

You stared down at the demon that you had just bitch-slapped to the ground. You won't apologize he was upsetting iruma and your poor baby looked close to a panic attack! You stood your ground and kept yourself in front of iruma just in case.

"It seems to me that you're the one who doesn't quite understand their place. You must have very low self-esteem if scaring a child makes you feel high and mighty." The cold tone, much like the echoed song of your slap, had the entire rooms attention.

"I don't want to hear that coming from an unrank-" another slap knocked him over before he could even try to climb back up on whatever high horse he rode in here with. You spotted a trickle of blood run down his cheek, and you buzzed with glee inside.

"Regardless of if I am or without a rank, do you honestly think that I would let you get away with threatening my child?" You examine your nails for a moment letting out a soft tsk when you spotted a chip in the perfect manicure Opera had given you for tonight.

"Frankly, I don't give a shit about who you are. I made a promise to my child from day one that I would protect them. You've made yourself a threat. It's sad to see that one who is a candidate for the 13 crowns is a mannerless dog."

You had been excited to meet the brother Kalego-San had spoken highly of, but meeting him like this, you knew Kalego-Sans opinion was unfortunately biased. He tried to push himself up, but you weren't done yet. Jamming your heeled shoe right into his calf, he grunted in pain. Mentally, you thanked Opera for convincing you to wear stilettos instead of the normal wedged shoes you would grab for height.

He snarled at you and tried to scare you with his magic. A large black wolf with 3 eyes and multiple tails. The beast imitated it's masters displeasure and growled deeply. It was scary you'd give it that 7/10 on the whole it'll eat me alive bit. But iruma being hurt or scared was far more terrifying to you.

Looking it up and down, you feigned disinterest. "Practically foaming at the mouth. A rabid beast with a moronic and tactless master." The dry monotone seemed to confuse all those watching. How could you be so calm?

Taking a small breath, you locked eyes with the animal. It was a battle of wills. And you were not willing to lose when you had iruma shaking behind you. Your baby came first, not you. So you weren't going to turn tail.

Twisting your foot deeper into your prey you grasped Fenrir's ear and also held it in a tight pinch he was not getting up or escaping anytime soon you noted from the painfull hiss you heard escape his lips. Oh, right, demons' ears were far more sensitive. You noted before brushing off the thought with a he'll live. 'For now.' A dark and twisted part of you agreed.

The wolf seemed conflicted as it watched you manhandled its owner. Though like a loyal dog, it did try baring its fangs at you. You bared your own teeth and let out a guttural snarl. You weren't certain if animal noises from Earth translated to those in Hell, but you hoped the message was still clear. 'Back off mutt.'

Its ears immediately flattened, and it let out a whine of sorts before disappearing. Glancing down, you saw Fenrir looking at you in what you could only describe as pure shock. Clearly, no one had been able to do that before. Good.

"See, even your little puppy knows when to submit to the alpha of the pack." You released his ear but did not ease your foot. Looming over him, you carefully stroaked the scratches you had landed on his face. He winced as you started applying pressure to the wound.

"You think you're superior? I literally have you under foot. I thought those of you on the border patrol were taught not to underestimate your enemy?" Tilting your head back, you glanced over at iruma just a quick check. He had stopped shaking and was looking at you in amazement.

You knew why. The entire course of your actions screamed that 'I belong here'. And if you who had less magic and no physical strength could walk amongst demons and go toe to toe with them, it was saying so could he and his ideals. You gave him a quick smile before returning your gaze to your current headache.

You had an entire room full of demons watching, and of course, you had a role to finish. Acting out the role of Irumas enraged parent was easy. Took absolutely no effort on your part cause you were actually that pissed. But being Sullivan's child, you had to show a bit of class.

You were among high society in the demon world, after all, for a party for the newest members of the 13 crowns. And you had one of the candidates under your heeled boots injured and awaiting your next move. The crowd mermered most in fascination of your control over not only the situation but the room itself.

It was as though you were holding trial over a convicted criminal. Or a ruler holding court and about to perform an execution. Finally removing your hand, you showed him your palm stained with his own blood. A vicious and cunning smile painted your face. Leaning closer, you allowed the weight of your body to press into his leg, allowing him to feel more pain from your actions.

And as he tried to hold back any sounds of discomfort and erase any traces of pain from his face, you started to whisper in his ears. "I know exactly who you are, Naberius Narnia, and I know you know what I am." His body stiffened immediately, seeming to realize how much trouble he was actually in with you.

"Don't you think it's funny? That demons needed to be the ones to leave instead of humans. I do." You purred into his ear, watching him twitch. "It's so cute how one thinks it was for the safety of humans that demon kind left!" Leaning back, you began to ease your foot off him.

"The reality of the matter is demons like you got scared of ones like me. Ones who just charge in blindly uncaring of the odds against them. Humans can be more frightening than demons when they want something." Your voice still low and hushed almost seductive.

"I don't care what you're planning. You could flip Hell upside-down for all I care. But if you try to drag my son into whatever game you are playing, just know this. You will meet your end by my hand. You will watch as I rip your wings off so you can't fly away. You will see me slowly skin you inch by inch. Your eyes will be my new earrings watching each bit of horror I wreak on you."

Standing at full height, you smirked down at him, confidence oozing out of you as you looked at the once proud alpha reduced to a quivering omega. Once more, you showed him your blood-stained palm. The madness seeping through your eyes, and you voice loud enough for the room to hear now.

"I do believe we've made quite the scene. It would be a shame for this party to be ruined by some... disagreement of opinions. I'm certain you've learned to be more mindful of your words, especially around children. They are impressionable."

The unspoken warning rang throughout the ballroom. Bowing his head lowly at you. "Thank you for imparting your wisdom on me. It was... enlightening." He remained on the floor, not daring to move. "And?"

Licking his lips, he lowered himself further down. "I apologize to both you and your son for my brazen behavior. You are correct, I acted out of line. And for that I am sorry." You tilted your head and hummed as if debating on if the apology had been to your liking.

"Thank you, we accept your apology." Iruma nervously spoke from behind you. You clapped your hands together cheerfully. "I'm so glad that's settled! Now run along doggy and go wash up." Waving the vile demon away from you, you watched as he quickly slipped out of the room. Only when he had disappeared behind the doors did you turn to face your son.

"Thank you for keeping our promise." Iruma said, smiling peacefully now that everything was over. "I intend to keep it with my dying breath." You told him before ruffling his hair. "Ugh, I'm hungry. Let's eat!" You quickly guided him to one of the nearby tables to stack countless items on your plates.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma suzuki #lord sullivan #opera #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #naberius narnia

[theneighborhoodwatch]

uhhh wally/barnaby for the ship thing?? idk if you ship them im just guessing because youve rbed some art for it lmao

(send me a character/ship to hear my thoughts)

when or if I started shipping it: [friendly shrug that communicates absolutely nothing]

my thoughts: IT'S FUNNY, I... I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD FEEL WAY MORE STRONGLY ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEING ROMANTIC THAN I DO? especially considering that "eccentric and traumatized manic pixie nightmare guy obsessed with fulfilling some fictional archetype x his more cynical and worldly friend-slash-colleague who starts out supportive but eventually finds himself way out of his depth" was pretty much the Exact dynamic of the last ship i was invested enough in to call an otp. so far though, any moments they have together don't get much more out of me than "ooh, interesting, i wonder if/how that's gonna come into play later," or "oho, i think my friend who ships barnwally will get a kick out of this," or "aaaghghg fuck.... buddy comedy angst...." i think my thoughts on them right now can be best summarized as ... i am excited for when there is enough About them in canon to finally make me as emotional over them as i am about, like, franklydear or wally and home. but also even if their relationship is never explicitly or even implicitly romantic then i have more than enough reason to believe it will still be just as emotional and rich with Themes. TL;DR: i know they're gonna fuck me up Some day, but that hasn't happened yet.

What makes me happy about them: they genuinely like each other! i feel like with welcome home's whole Thing of its characters' predetermined roles coming into conflict with their reality it'd be really easy to have one of them secretly hate or resent the other from the get-go, but - no, wally trusts barnaby to always have an answer for what he's feeling or experiencing and barnaby is gentler and more upfront with wally than he is with almost any other character (although considering his general personality that may not be saying much HAHA.) it makes it a lot easier to get invested in them and subsequently dread what effect The Horrors will have on their relationship.

What makes me sad about them: so, like. wally probably knows why he and barnaby are friends to begin with, i.e. he probably knows that A Higher Power decided that they should be friends, and so it was done. the possibility that wally can exist beyond what his audience/creator(s) expect of him does not seem to have ever occurred to wally himself. what i'm getting at here, is that. wally may genuinely like being friends with barnaby, yes. but liking something because you chose to seek it out and liking something because you are under the impression that you will somehow cease to exist without it are Two Very Different Things, and the latter is. very dangerous for any kind of relationship. and, fuck, barnaby - if i was barnaby and i found out that that was how my best friend (who i may or may not be in love with) saw our friendship the whole time - if i found out that was the truth and i never noticed it? i would never be able to forgive myself. even if that friend ended up doing things that hurt me or other people or themselves and i was rightly upset with them for that, there would always be that little voice in the back of my head telling me that if i had just looked closer for two seconds i could have fixed it. i could have helped him. i could have shown him i was a real friend.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: i don't seek out WH fic all that often, but i remember when it first became a thing a lot of explicitly romantic barnaby/wally fic made barnaby a little too earnest/mushy for my liking? like yeah, he cares about wally and is gentle with him and everything, but he is also very quick to tease wally and to dress up pretty much everything he says in at least on layer of irony/clowning around. this pooch does NOT have the emotional self-awareness for the things you want him to say!! i also dislike when authors make another character (usually home or. howdy?) like, over-the-top abusive towards wally so barnaby has more incentive to get with him, but i just don't like character assassination/flanderization in general, so.

Things I look for in fanfic: honestly, just, like. more stuff that actually interacts with WH's canon. i feel like a lot of the stuff i see for them is either AU fic or smutty oneshots that don't do a whole lot to incorporate canon elements. which, like, do whatever you want forever, but i'm Starvin' over here.

My kinks: y'know i was gonna be like "teehee, wrong blog! you're not getting that here, silly!" but. i actually have no idea what kinks i would consider Only in the context of wallaby. uhhh. ask for my nsfw blog if you wanna hash that out i guess.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i'm very curious to see if canon is going to end up making a case for laughingstock. i don't know if it will but i think it would be very funny. as for wally... [looks at his relationship with home] uh. [looks at his relationship with W/the WHRP] umm. [looks at his relationship with the audience] fuck. maybe work on yourself a little bit before thinking about sharing your life with someone again, buddy.

My happily ever after for them: an animated music video set to on melancholy hill by gorillaz. it opens with wally sitting in front of home's burning remains at night, gazing mournfully into its eyes one last time. the only sound we hear is the crackling of the fire. we smash cut to black for a split second before the song begins to play, paired with the visual of wally driving down a long highway at sunset, in what is very clearly a hastily painted over mail truck that used to belong to eddie's post office. after the opening instrumental of the song, the footage alternates between three perspectives: wally traveling to his unknown destination, complete with all the hitchhiking, gas pumping, pit stopping, and otherwise less glamorous parts of road travel; the other neighbors trying to put their lives back together after The Bullshit, in particular following barnaby's melancholic point of view as he visits each one/attends their various get-togethers; and finally, the neighbors Braving The Horrors back in the day to fight for a life that best fits their needs rather than that of their long-dead makers. as the song begins to roll to a close, we see the mail truck pull up to an unfamiliar looking house, with a handful of neighbors hanging out on the porch and barnaby leaving out the front door to grab something. the entire scene takes place at sunset once again, meaning everything in is in silhouette. barnaby stops dead in his tracks when he sees the truck, and the others soon follow his gaze. wally opens the door and steps out, his body language hesitant as he takes one step towards barnaby. barnaby begins to walk towards him. we smash cut to black on the final note of the song. the end.

#banbanfan01 #welcome home #ask #barnwally #wallaby #barnaby b. beagle #wally darling

[the-owl-tree]

There’s so many toms that I hate because they were shoved into the plot to steal a she-cats story for themselves… it’s SO OBVIOUS when the Erins do this. The she-cats deserve to have just as much of an arc and character depth as the toms do, yet the writing team consistently devolves it’s female cast into accessories for their male counterparts.

Examples:

- Alderheart (blatantly having been written to strip sparkpelt of an arc that so clearly should’ve been her own - ie “the spark that remains” - sparkpelt is then twisted into a xenophobic jerk at the drop of a hat to make alderheart look better than her, when previously she was VERY MUCH in support of SkyClan’s return. What the fuck, Erins??? Sandstorm is also iced for this loser’s manpain.

- Nightheart (basically every she-cat has their personality altered to fit his victim complex, and we all KNOW that Finchlight would’ve been more interesting and deserving of a pov than him. If they kill off spark, finch, or sun to further his angst, I will be so pissed off…

- Tree (violetshine’s character growth, struggles, and arc completely disintegrates with his introduction. in tbc, she’s reduced to your typical background protag mother… while tree remains a major character, and is not only hugely valued by the plot, but also by its characters. violetshine deserved so much better than to be shoved to the sidelines by this random-ass character who was *totally not introduced just to make her into a a generic wife and mother*. that’s not even getting into how stupid the Sisters fiasco is, where ‘waaah tree was oppressed by all the women in his life and kicked out, isn’t he just so tragic and sad???’… good god. that was bizarre

- brambleclaw: probably one of the worst offenders of this, right alongside alderheart. Tawnypelt should’ve gotten his pov, considering her personality in TNP… it seems liked they flipped their stories around just because she’s a she-cat, and they just *had* to make the main protagonist of the arc a tom. very disapointing

- rootspring: bristlefrost’s character arc was absolutley DERAILED by this character, and it’s such a shame. even her most iconic scene, her sacrifice, was primarily focused upon rootspring and his pissbaby manpain. also… needleclaw, anyone? she’s the one who should have the sisters’ abilities, after all, but instead she has none… how does she feel about that? I think exploring that would be much more interesting than ‘whiny loser is upset and feels weird that he can see ghosts in a society that values the ability to see ghosts, gets a girl by being weirdly pushy and not taking ‘no’ for an answer, and goes through extreme manpain after she’s iced to further his development’.

- crowfeather: I don’t have any qualms with early crowPAW, but what I DO have an issue with is just how much feathertail’s death is twisted to revolve around *him*, when, in reality, it should’ve focused on Feathertail herself, as well as her brother. FeatherCrow was just awful in general though… especially considering that her name is only invoked later on as an excuse for crowfeather to be an abuser, implying that he’s justified in hurting his wife and son, as well as leafpool and her kits, ‘because manpain’.

real & true, it sucks seeing how many mollies in the series will have really interesting stories and potential conflicts then have the writing team choose whatever supports the main dude around them. more i think about tree the more annoyed i am that it wasn't violet, the big prophecy kitten who had survived the kin and would have more reason to want to keep the clans from tearing each other's throats out. the mediator role is a dumb one (i say with my mediator oc) but it would have been nice if it was actually a character who we followed who got the position instead of "my mommy is mean to me :(" rando dude who just shows up.

#would be very nice if the writing team cared about these characters outside making rpotagonist babies or main pain

[kickthecan-revolution]

Last week was a lot. I told my team that I was leaving for another experience. They are sad and processing but also very happy for me. We cried a little at the end of the meeting. The initial support structure I had in place was OK but a few parts were confusing/concerning so I adjusted those and I think they feel better. My boss isn't sure where they will officially report into yet but I just made the call and confirmed who their direct manager will be. I've let all of my partners across the company know which has been weird, but OK.

The work in the new role is SO intense, I'm learning everything as fast as I can but also have to apply new learns to what I really don't understand yet to a plan that has to be localized into multiple languages by next week. It's nuts but there's no option not to do it, so I'm working a lot this weekend. I was experiencing such a confidence crisis but a few meetings on Friday validated I am moving in the right direction. For the first time in so long, I had anxiety dreams about work which in a weird way is a good sign - I was just kind of....dead, going through the motions, not super busy, not really caring about anything. My brain is waking up. It's where I am at my best. There will be a time for another way of moving through the world but right now for this next year/last experience, I want to be driving something hard and seeing the impact. I want to push myself to take risks and not be an invisible middle manager. Shirley said that I am like a little joey (baby kangaroo) - I am mostly comfortable living my emotions through animals and I have a tendency of hiding like a little joey. I already see this job will make me deal with conflict, stand in the strength of my opinion instead of being accommodating and malleable, afraid of making someone upset. There's such personal growth here for me.

The Alki remodel continues to provide a number of surprises. After we found so many concerns in the electric wiring in the lower unit, I asked the contractor to have the electrician check the upper unit as well. He couldn't even do much given the electrical panel is over 30 years old, so I had it replaced. We also repaired some cracks in the roof and an HVAC person is coming out to assess what I should do to upgrade the 30 year furnace. It's a lot but I am comforted to know these upgrades will make everything so much stronger and safer, I'm much more confident in renting it now. Another fun thing, the contractor found an outdoor shower on the side of the house so we're going to replace it with this and create a little area with a sauna, so someone can do a cold plunge in the ocean, and then wash off in the shower and take a sauna. It's actually not expensive and the contractor can build it for us. I'm excited!

Health-wise, I signed up for a service that will make it easier for me to get the updates to my health that I need. I got 16 vials of blood taken on Friday for a number of tests - a full panel including a lot of early detection stuff.

This is going to be such a good year. It already is. I trust it. I trust that good things are here, that I deserve them and I am going to meet every moment with new strength, new capability and create more silence so those that are guiding me can be heard even more clearly.

[tarkalean-trekkie]

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now (Spock x Female Reader)

Version 1

Word count: 1,067

A/N: this takes place after Spock returns to the Enterprise after coming back to life. Reader is his wife, and is exhausted from trying to help him remember their life together, and contemplates divorce. I have 2 versions, one where Spock is more calm to the news, and one where he is slightly more confrontational(no violence don’t worry).

T/W: slight smut at the end, 18+

Y/n: My heart was conflicted at the thought of divorcing my husband. On the one hand, I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of him not remembering our life together. However, on the other hand, I was devastated to lose my T’hy’la. I knew that I was being illogical and letting my human emotions get the best of me, but I was tired of crying. I cried when Spock died, I cried when he came back, and I cried when I showed him our family photo album.

Suddenly, the doorbell to our quarters chimes. “Come in,” I say.

Spock walks in. “Hello, wife,” he says, voice monotone, almost sad.

I reply simply, “hello, Spock.”

He sits down on a chair across from me. “I have overheard that you have been thinking of a koon’ut’kal’if’fee. May I ask why?” He asks.

I swallow hard. How can I tell him my reasoning without upsetting him? Even though he was still half Vulcan and half human, his human side was more dominant since he was resurrected. “Honestly, Spock, I’ve just been struggling with this. I know you can’t help that you can’t remember anything, but I’m having a really hard time telling you all of our memories. I know I should be grateful that you are alive, which I am, but I’m just having a hard time accepting things how they are. I-I’m sorry.” Tears well up in my eyes.

His expression softens. “Please, do not be sorry for how you feel. If this is really what you want, I can get in touch with the Vulcan council tomorrow. I just want you to be happy.”

Happy… that broke me. Would this really make me happy? At the current moment, I can neither live with or without Spock. “C-can I have some time to think before we make any decisions?” I ask.

“Of course. I would not want to make a decision unless you are certain,” Spock simply replies.

“Good.” I throw on my jacket. “I’ll probably be out late, so don’t wait up for me.” Maybe I can clear my mind on the observation deck.

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Spock: Y/n was right in saying she would be out late. At around 22:00, I decide to head to bed. Yes, I was saddened by the possibility of divorce, for I had gotten used to having her around. Wether or not I had any previous memory of her, I still found her very pretty and kind.

Sleep comes easy at first, but then becomes littered with vivid dreams. The first dream, y/n and I are stuck on a foreign planet, and are forced to share a sleeping bag to keep warm. Her small body fitting like a puzzle piece against my chest.

In the next dream, I’m experiencing Pon Farr. Y/n mates- makes love- with me, giving me her virginity. I am filled with an excitement and love I have never felt. Y/n looking like a beautiful goddess, I wish this dream would continue.

Finally, a bitter dream fills me. Y/n is pounding on a glass wall, crying and repeating my name. I soon realize this is my death, risking my life so that everyone aboard the Enterprise would be safe.

“I remember!” I wake up in a gasp. I had not just experienced dreams, but in fact, memories. Y/n, she is not only my wife, but my Ashayem. It’s all coming back to me now.

I jump out of bed, and run to y/n’s room. I knock on her door and wait. After a moment of no response I knock again. The door opens, revealing a sleepy y/n.

Y/n: “Spock, it’s four in the morning. What do you want?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eye.

“Ashayem, sit with me,” he says, leading me to the bed.

I obey, and sit on the bed, asking, “ what’s this about?”

“I remember,” Spock says.

“Remember what?” I ask.

“Ashayem, I remember everything,” he states. His voice sounding more like his old self.

Could it be true? Could I really have my husband, my logical, Vulcan dominant husband back?

“Okay, what names did we have picked out when we decided to have children?” I test him.

“We decided on T’Ral, if we had a son,” he begins. For a daughter we agreed on Sh’vha.”

“Alright,” I breathe. “Where were we the first time we made love?”

I could see the slightest smirk on his face, the first smirk I’ve seen since before he died. “We we’re on Vulcan, of course. I was experiencing Pon Farr. I risked death or you risked losing me to my betrothed if we did not mate. You were willing to give me your virginity and be my bride just so that I wouldn’t die. For that I am forever grateful… no matter how illogical it is for me to feel such way.”

“Oh Spock!” I hug his neck. “You really are back!” A tear falls from my cheek. “Oh, T’hy’la!”

Spock: I gaze deep into her eyes, and I allow myself some vulnerability. “Oh, Ashayem,” I take her hand in mine, with a passionate Vulcan kiss. I have longed for her touch for too long. Y/n leans in to share a human kiss, that is just as passionate. The combination of both kisses fills me with a deep longing. It had been a long time since y/n and I had been intimate, and I could tell she was longing for me just the same.

Y/n undresses for me, and I do the same for her.

“Are you ready for me, Ashayem?” I ask, climbing on top of her.

She nods, “ just as ready as the first time we made love.” She smiles and kisses me.

I slide inside her, knowing that she will always be my beautiful bride, my Ashayem.

We share the most passionate night of love making we have ever experienced, when we are interrupted by our alarms going off.

Y/n gasps, “I forgot I had duty today!”

“Do not worry, Ashayem. You get cleaned up, and I’ll tell the captain you cannot make it today, and I shall spend the morning cuddling with you, just like we used to,” I reply.

She kisses me once more. “You’re the best Vulcan husband a woman could have.”

“And I suppose I must be the happiest Vulcan alive,” I reply, hooking my fingers with hers.

#star trek #mr spock #spock #spock tos #spock x reader #leonard nimoy #mr. spock #st: tos #spock eyebrow #s’chn t’gai spock #tos spock #star trek tos #tos Spock x reader #mr. Spock x reader #spock smut #spock imagine