wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate
say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for
a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU.
Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s
your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.
A/N: Thank you
all so much for all the positive feedback! It honestly means so much to me!! Here’s
the second chapter!!
You and Rossi drove to the second dump
site, going over possible theories as you navigated the foreign roads of New
York. When you got to the scene you ducked under the yellow crime scene tape
and took in your surroundings. It was a park, so very public. There was a bit
of snow on the ground, though based on the photographs there was more when she
found until the snow thawed.” You commented, “There was a blizzard the night
she was dumped, which covered the body, that probably upset him, which could
explain why there was the short time period between the second and third kills
than the first and second.”
also be deteriorating.” Rossi added, walking around.
“I don’t understand
what message hes trying to send. He takes average middle to upper class women,
holds them for a week, doing god knows what, but it isn’t torture, then stabs
them, then lays them in very public places. They all had contusions on their
head, so blitz attack, the unsub either isn’t very physically big or lacks the
social skills to lure them.”
agrees, giving the scene another once over before going back to the SUV. As you
began driving back to the local precinct, silence took over the car and you
thought that you couldn’t wait for 3 months from now when you’re settled in and
part of the team. Since they act so much like a family, you felt a bit on the
outside. That is, if you last three months and this soulmate situation doesn’t rear
its ugly head. After a bit Rossi laughed, well not so much laughed but moer so
pushed air through his nose in an amused manor.
know that the Bureau keeps record of what’s on all their agents wrists, right?”
He asks, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out.
know, I remember them taking a photogr- Oh. You heard, didn’t you?” Your stomach
drops as you realize what he was getting at. Of course your superiors would
know what your tattoos said in case there was a conflict of interest on a case
or for identification purposes.
does this mean?” You ask, hands gripping the steering wheel with white
that depends on how you want to handle the situation.”
even a situation in my mind. Or at least I don’t want there to be. I don’t want
a soulmate. I’m happy with my job the way it is and I don’t want to risk it. I’m
my own person, I don’t need another half.” You say with a sign.
just going to let him keep thinking he’s a Glitch?” You can hear the
disappointment and sadness in his voice. Of course, he would be sad for his
friend, they had been working together for years.
“I don’t know.
I just. I don’t want a soulmate.” You say quietly, a guilty feeling settling in
your gut. “Please don’t tell him.”
bound by laws that say we can’t reveal what anyone’s tattoos say, it’s one of the
strictest rules we have in the FBI, so I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Rossi
says as you pull into the parking lot of the local police station and you let
out a sigh of relief.
you’re back, what did you find?” Hotch asks as you walk in.
Rossi go over all of the things you noticed in detail, explaining your
theories. Spencer was standing in front of a white board, a map taped to it,
mumbling something to himself and then writing it down on the board, and that
guilty feeling started to rise again. Quickly looking away you grabbed the file
for the case.
why don’t you go talk to the victim’s partners, we have them in the interview
rooms, Reid, will you join her?” Hotch asks after a moment.
internally, though you plaster a normal look on your face and nod, waiting for
Reid to finish the geographical profile before you go to the interview rooms.
Glancing at him you kicked yourself, you have to get over the awkward and guilty feelings, you’re going to be working with him for a long time, hopefully, so you
need to get better at acting normally around him, you tell yourself.
my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and this is SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N,” Reid introduced you
both and you shake the fiancée of the first victim’s hand.
went through the motions of questions, did Angela have any enemies, what were
her habits, where was he last, the works. You ignored the nagging feeling that
was pulling you left, which just so happened to be the side of you that Spencer
was sitting on. It was like your body was telling you to reach out and touch him, but you definitely kept your hands to yourself. Though you hate to admit you moved your chair forward and to the left a couple inches, disguising the leftward movement with the forward one. Maybe if you were closer it would get rid of that annoying feeling and you could concentrate more.
“No, no I
don’t think she had any enemies, everyone loved her. God, I loved her. We weren’t
perfect together like everyone else but we loved each other, we made it work.” The
fiancée went on, tears in his eyes. You frowned, what could he mean by that?
for asking this, but what do you mean?” You ask, leaning forward a bit.
and I met in a support group for Glitches.” He clarified.
Spencer nod, and you see Spencer fidget uncomfortably. After that you finish
the interview quickly, moving onto the next the second victims husband. When
you walked in and shook his hand you immediately noticed that his wrist was
bare, and you frowned. Not only was this man a Glitch, he was a Blank. You
envied him. You glanced at Spencer, wondering if he had noticed the pattern
arising as well, but he didn’t seem to look at the man’s wrist at all. As you
Reid was about to dismiss the man after asking all the routine questions you
quickly interrupted to say that you had one more question for him.
“How did you and your wife meet?”
You ask, hoping that this could give you at least some direction.
“We uh, we met at a group for
Glitches.” He said as he held up his wrist you then thanked him for his time
and he left.
“Both of the couples so far met at the
support group, we should ask the others as well.” You say quickly, “It could be
where the unsub is meeting them.”
“I agree, good catch,” Reid says with a small smile, but you
noticed he didn’t make eye contact with you.
Soon enough you found out that out
of the four couples, all were Glitches, all four of the four couples met at support
groups. When you explained this to the team, they immediately called Garcia
asking about all the support groups in the area. Glitches weren’t that common, only
about one per million people, and New York state’s population was just under 20
million people, which meant there were about 20 Glitches in total. Garcia found
two support groups, both in New York City, but dozens of online forums.
Together you came to the conclusion that the unsub may be a Glitch as well,
possibly murdering these people because he was jealous that they were happy
even without a soulmate.
“We should have two of us go
undercover and go to the meetings.” Morgan suggested.
“I agree,” Rossi said next.
“I can go,” Prentiss volunteered
with a shrug.
“Your script isn’t very believable
as a Glitch though, Prentiss, like you said before, it is a pretty common
sentence.” Morgan said with a sign, “Maybe JJ or Y/L/N could go, her is more
“I can go.” Reid said suddenly,
catching everyone’s attention.
“I could do it as well.” JJ gave
Spencer a quick glance.
Luckily the team didn’t have to
wait long because the first support group met that night at a local community
center. JJ and Spencer were fit with wires, and instructed to go in with a
story already set to explain how they were Glitches and that they made a pact
to go to the support group together. Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, and you
all waited outside in two surveillance vans, listening in on the wire. You watch
as your teammates walk into the building, hoping that they would be able to
find something out about the unsub.
“Hi, welcome to GA, Glitches anonymous, you two are
new, what are your names and script so we can get you a name tag?” You heard
someone greet. You stopped your jaw from dropping as your heart beat quickened,
did they mean what you thought they did? Reaching up to tuck hair behind your
ear you notice your hands are shaking. Glancing to your other teammates you
make eye contact with Rossi for a second before you tear your eyes away.
“Excuse me?” JJ asked, Reid staying
“Your script, what’s on your wrist,
in order to build trust, we all write down what’s the first things we heard our
soulmate say to show that we are willing to be vulnerable.” The person obviously
running the support group explains.
“What if you’re a Blank?” JJ asks,
obviously trying to give Spencer and out so that he doesn’t have to say what
his is over the wire.
“Blanks are so rare, we’ve only had
two in the 20 years we’ve been around. A lot of people like to claim their
Blanks so they don’t have to write it down but we also always roll our sleeves
up to keep everything out in the open. So, what are your names and script?”
“Im JJ, mine says ‘you must be’” JJ
conceded, holding her wrist out.
“and you, sir?” You subly tried to
take deep breaths to calm your heart. They were all in the room when you told Garcia
that you love coffee, they would all know immediately.
“Uh, Im Spencer and uh,” He pauses
and coughs uncomfortably, you glance to your teammates, who all look like they
pity him as they listen. He had been working there for about a decade now and
he never revealed what the words on his wrist said. “My script says ‘I love
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Alfie wasn’t home, again. You knew what he was doing, but thinking about it made your heart drop. Alfie was a good man and he would protect and defend you at all costs, but you wanted terribly for this time to pass. You wanted to get over your grief, but Alfie wasn’t helping. He was supportive as a husband, as much as he could be seeing as he lost something that night too. He almost lost two things, but he carried yours’ and his grief on his back most of the time.
The feeling of lonliness began to infect you again and you curled the wool blanket further onto your shoulders.
You missed Alfie and Grace. Grace was gone for good, and Alfie was slowly becoming lost in his rage and need for avengence.
The fields of tulips ahead of you were a reminder of everything around you.
The tulips died because you, nor Alfie had the heart to care for them anymore. But seeing them so lifeless made you sick to your stomach. It was as if the dead tulips mocked you. They were dead, your best friend is dead, and your unborn child is dead, but you are alive. Despite the death around you, you lived.
What was so special about you?
Why couldn’t a fetus grow into a human being?
Why couldn’t Grace live to see Charlie grow?
Why were they taken from you?
What had you done?
Was their deaths some twisted and cruel punishment for falling in love with a man you swore to hate?
You couldn’t sit here and grieve anymore, you had to do something, or be with someone. Alfie was only around when you slept and by the time you woke the only evidence of him was the dent in your bed. You wished he would wake you, hold you, or kiss you. He barely touched you.
The last night Alfie kissed you was when you woke in the aftermath of everything.
He cried into your hair most of the night, and you cried into his neck. That day was Grace’s wake, but you missed it because the doctors refused to let you leave. It broke your heart to neither be there at her death or at her wake. You mainly cried for Grace, but you cried for the unborn child too.
Alfie cried because you could have died and because a worthless scum took his child away from him. Alfie broke that night, you had never seen such a violent man cry. You cried because he cried too.
You walked back into your home and locked everything up. You took one of Alfie’s cars into Birmingham, hoping that the shop was open on a Sunday. You hadn’t seen your family since the day after Grace’s funeral, but it was only John, Esmè, Polly, Ada, Arthur, Finn, and Michael who were there. Even Isaiah came to the hospital with a bouquet of tulips. Isaiah, who you’d only had small conversations with before had come to see you as you laid in grief.
Where was Tommy?
You understood though, he was in as much pain as you were, but a small part of you hoped to see him.
You parked the car carelessly, proud of yourself for keeping it together on the long drive, but as soon as you walked in- all the eyes of your family looking at you curiously- you broke.
Finn and Michael caught you when your knees buckled from underneath you. Your hands flew to your mouth as you tried to conceal your continuous sobs. Michael and Finn brought you back to your feet as Ada and Polly rushed to your aid.
They said things to you, yelling almost, but your eyes had caught Alfie’s as he exited your brothers shop.
Is this where he had been hiding?
The rest of your brothers followed out, all of them having heard a string of sobs and yells. John and Arthur were running towards you, but you pushed past them towards Alfie and Tommy. They tried to hold you back, but you pushed them off, your angry gaze already trained on Alfie.
“This is where you’ve been hiding?!” You pushed at Alfie’s shoulders, but he barely moved. He stared down at you, emotionless. You pushed him again. “Where the fuck have you been Alfie?!” More tears streamed down your face as you stared up at your husband.
“Y/N, maybe you should-”
“Shut the fuck up John!” You turned towards your brother and pushed him away from you. You paid no mind to him as you turned back towards Alfie. The two of you stayed silent, watching each other angrily.
Tommy stepped to your side and you felt his fingers delicately grope your shoulder. “This isn’t the time, Y/N.”
In a second, you turned to face Tommy and brought your hand clean against his cheek. He stepped away from you as your family watched in surprise. You slapped him again and then began slapping him on his shoulders and chest until Arthur and John pulled you away.
“Fuck you, Tommy!” Tommy had it coming to him, it was all just coming out now because you were stricken with grief. “You made me marry him!” You were able to free yourself from your brothers as you pointed a finger at Alfie. “You made me marry him and didn’t dare look me in the face when you did it.”
“Y/N,” Arthur called you, but you ignored him.
Alfie cleared his throat as if telling you he was still here. You were accusing Tommy as if you didn’t love Alfie. You turned towards your husband, but he brushed past you. You watched in confusion as he walked out of the shop that was empty with anyone who wasn’t your family. He turned before completely exiting, and you barely caught his words before he left completely.
“Don’t fuckin’ go anywhere.”
You ran after him, your family following you and calling for you. When you made it outside, Alfie had already sped down the street. You cried silently as you watched his car disappear. You were in such a hurry to get into the shop that you hadn’t realized his other car was here when you parked the one you drove in.
“He’s going to handle things now, Y/N. Come inside.” John’s hand was on your shoulder, and even though your gaze didn’t leave the fading car, you let John lead you into the shop.
John lead you into the kitchen and you were aware that everyone but Tommy followed. You tried to calm yourself as you went to sit at the table, but your gaze caught Polly’s tulips blossoming on the kitchen windowsill. John was fixing you some tea with the help of Esmè when you moved towards the window. Your grabbed the pot of tulips and threw it onto the ground. It didn’t feel like enough for you and you began stomping and kicking at the already shattered pot and ripped petals.
John hugged your arms behind your back and stepped away from the mess you made in Polly’s kitchen. “Fuck, Y/N that’s enough!” You tried fighting against him, but you instead collapsed into him in a fit of sobs. Polly instructed John to take you to the sofa and you felt yourself being lifted. By the time John laid you on the couch, your clothes were ruffled and your hair had fallen out of its updo.
Everyone filed into the room. Michael started the fire while everyone else lounged around. You knew they were there to comfort you, but you couldn’t help to only crave Alfie’s presence at the moment.
The men filed out of Polly’s home one by one, quietly sneaking off so that you wouldn’t see them. You obviously noticed the lack of testosterone as it was only you, Ada, Polly, Esmè, and Linda (who arrived shortly after Arthur rang her) left.
You were no longer laying down and instead you sat comfortably between Ada and Esmè. Esmè had graciously styled your hair into a long braid and Ada spoke among the group quietly. You all just drank tea and stared at the fire, listening to Ada ramble mindlessly. It was nice because for a second, you felt serene. Nothing was bothering you at the moment and the presence of your family helped your sanity stay calm.
Ada’s whispered thoughts came to a hault as the front door swung open. The men of the family filed in, each one reveiling a bloodier appearance until Alfie came in. He had the most blood on his clothes and face, but something told you it wasn’t theirs.
You and the rest of the women stood up, but it was only you who walked forward.
“My God, what have you lot done?” Polly gasped from behind you. You remained quiet, looking at your brothers, cousin, and husband who looked at you with hardened eyes.
John came forward, charging towards you and you were startled until he wrapped his arms over your shoulders and cried into your neck.
“Fuck them for what they did to you and Grace, Y/N. Fuck them!” John yelled into your ear. Your surprised gaze moved to Arthur as he took John off of you.
“We took care of it, Y/N.” Was all your oldest brother said before Arthur took John towards their wives. You watched them go in confusion when more arms wrapped around you. It was Finn, you could tell by his tall stature looming over you. He released you before you could hug him back and Michael came forward.
You both hugged before he went off towards Polly. Polly immediately embraced him, trying to rid her thoughts of the sins her son had just committed.
Tommy stood in front of you now and to everyone’s surprise, he hugged you. It had been so long since your brother even looked at you, but here he was: arms encircled around your back.
“I’m not sorry for what I did, but I’m sorry I didn’t see that it was wrong,” he said over your head. You looked up at him, unshed tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “Grace loved you, she said you were her closest friend, like a sister.” Tommy kissed the side of your head and walked off to the side.
You were filled with joy by now, feeling this part of your life finally begin to finish. You turned towards your husband, and he stared back at you almost shyly.
“Alfie,” you mumbled, already taking long strides towards him. Alfie didn’t have to say anything, he just extended his arms towards you, grasping you when you were close and pushing you into his body. You hugged him back, aware that your family watched the odd sight.
You used to be pure and innocent and now you hugged a man who was as violent as they came. You stepped away from the hug only to bring your lips onto Alfie’s, kissing him with all you had. He was quick to respond and you fell in love all over again. Alfie was a smooth kisser, he knew what you liked and where to touch you to get you swooning, but he kept to himself now that your family was watching.
“I love you, Alfie.” You declared once you both stopped kissing.
“I know.” Alfie accepted your silent apology making you smile up at him.
“Lets go home,” Aflie grabbed your hand. He began leading you out of the house and you glanced back at your family one last time. They waved, their eyes showing they were happy for you. Tommy even let himself smile at you before the door shut behind you.
You took your hands out of the water, placing them on either side of the tub. Alfie was humming behind you as he combed your wet hair with a brush he had gifted you with for your last birthday, along with other expensive and personally-made presents.
You sighed, pulling yourself out of the bath. Alfie followed after you and wrapped a towel around his waist, all blood and grime had washed off. You were both silent during the bath, just embracing your small time together.
He wrapped an arm around your waist as you left the lavatory. You leaned your body into him as he lead you to your shared bedroom.
Once inside your room, you let the towel around your body drop. You put on the nightgown that Alfie already laid out on the bed. When you pulled it over your head, your gaze fell on the two tulips sitting at the center of your bed. One was red, and one was blue. It struck you as you picked them up that it was a representation of you and Alfie. Blue tulips had always reminded you of Alfie and the red tulips was the same color as the one you were holding the day Alfie fell in love with you, the tulip he took from you so long ago.
You looked over at Alfie, smelling the scent of the flowers that had become a huge part of your life. He already had his underwear on and was weaving a hand through his wet hair as he lowered himself onto the bed.
You followed after him after setting the tulips on the dresser by your bed. You let Alfie pull you onto him and he kissed your cheek as you laid together.
“I’ve missed you, darling.” Alfie hummed against your hair. This made you curl further into his almost bare body. Alfie’s hand laid on your side and you traced your own hand over his arm, before it reached his face. You smiled up at your husband as your fingers traced the scars on his face.
“Tell me we’ll try one day,” you whispered.
“Try what?” Alfie’s voice lowered to your level.
“To have children.” Alfie’s silence made your hand fall from his face, but he picked it up and put it back to where you had been caressing his scars.
• Start on your knees with the elbows shoulder width apart and the forearms parallel, keep the arms fixed in this position throughout.
• Spread your fingers wide, and push strongly down into the mat, as though you are pressing the ground away from you.
• Don’t let your shoulders collapse around the neck, keep lifting them up towards the waist.
• Tuck the toes under and begin to straighten the legs. Walk the feet in towards the face, aiming to get the hips come high over the elbows. The closer you can walk the feet in, the less momentum you need to get up.
• Look between the hands- keeping your eyes fixed on a spot makes it easier to balance. Kick one leg up and the other. As you progress you are trying to use less momentum and more control.
• You may start off in more of a banana shape but try to straighten out the bend once you find your balance.
• Reach the toes to the sky, squeeze your thighs towards each other. tuck the ribs in and strongly engage your core for stability. Use your fingertips as brakes as the balance shifts.
• And last but not least - ENJOY! Don’t take yourself too seriously! It’s doesn’t matter if you fall, just smile and try again! 😀
This verse has been on my mind lately. Paul wants us to understand that in the last days there will be times of difficulty. And those difficulties will not come from natural disasters, political decisions, disease, or famine, although those difficulties will be there also. The difficulties that Paul talks about will come from people and their attitudes.
You can probably find a description of yourself on the list, I know that I found myself. That is a symptom of our fallen conditions. But I’m not everything on this list and neither are you.
What I do notice is that this is a pretty good description of post-Christian American culture, a culture that is more than ever denying God, and that is a scary thing.
If you do come across a person or a group of people who fit this description, the instruction is clear: Avoid them.
That doesn’t mean to turn and run (though with some extremely hardened people that may be the case). It meant to not let them be an important or influential part of your life.
Eric’s wedding with Vanessa was perceived by Ariel as ultimate, irrevocable rejection on Eric’s part. Reasonably so, seeing as when your love interest/crush willingly (or at least that’s what Ariel originally believed) chooses to marry someone else it’s more than an overt and unambiguous statement that they are not interested in a relationship with you. And remarkably, Ariel did not feel entitled to Eric regardless of how far she might have been inclined to go in order to achieve her individual AND romantic goals.
This right here is the core of Ariel’s character and one of her fundamental, defining traits: she is persistent, enthusiastically devoted and unwaveringly determined in pursuing her agendas. But she NEVER interferes with anyone’s freedom of choice and agency while doing so.
When she lived under the patriarchal authority of her empowered, controlling, regressive values perpetuating extremist of a father who loved her in the most genuine and simultaneously the most toxic way she diligently pursued the acquirement of knowledge, information, experience and other essential elements pertaining to personal emotional, ethical and intellectual development. Being incessantly condemned, degraded, chastened, yelled at and consistently demeaned for her firm refusal to subscribe to her authoritatively empowered father’s bigotry against a different culture didn’t prevent Ariel from relentlessly seeking out ways to expand her views. To challenge the limitations/boundaries imposed on her in order to determine why the fire burns, to aspire to one day ask questions and get answers and to come to a conclusion that her mermaid form restrained and repressed her potential (“flipping your fins you don’t get too far”).
When Ariel found herself drawn to a representative of a culture her father systematically discriminated against her privacy was violated and her endeavor of multiple years was viciously destroyed by Triton. Who wasn’t above taking advantage of bothauthoritative and physical superiority he held over Ariel while she vainly and fruitlessly pleaded with him trying to stop the gruesome act of vandalism against her grotto/safe heaven and treasured items that took her numerous years, enormous efforts and several life threatening encounters with sharks to obtain.
By disregarding Ariel’s entitlement to individuality, to cultivating a mind of her own, to gaining knowledge and not being inclined to conform to his misguided and harmful mentalities, by interfering with Ariel’s organic process of self discovery and pursuit of romantic goals - regardless of whether it was a momentary attraction a young woman is perfectly entitled to explore or something that had a potential to evolve into a more substantial relationship - Triton basically marginalized Ariel on both personal and social/institutional level.
A male authority figure, Triton used his position of power to suppress young woman’s yearning for “more”, denying his daughter education SHE strove to acquire (not the one he deemed as appropriate for her, namely whatever musical skills his narcissistic assistant Sebastian could have instilled in her in order to put Ariel on public display and brag about his grandiose concerts). Dismissing her right to expose herself to information SHE was eager to be familiarized with. Invalidating Ariel’s needs and wishes and practically punishing her for being romantically drawn to someone whose cultural background Triton didn’t approve of (hello slut shaming AND discrimination) because he considered himself fit to instruct her on who she is or isn’t allowed to be attracted to.
This, in a nutshell, is patriarchal oppression Ariel chose to defy - by turning to another marginalized woman, irrespective of how controversial her image might have been. Ursula offered Ariel means and resources to accomplish her goals and offered a legitimate deal to her. Terms and conditions of which implied only that Ariel alone was going to be subjected to consequences if she fails to fulfill her part of it, specifically kissing Eric within three days. Ariel did not place the responsibility for this deal on anyone but herself- she was willing to become Ursula’s life time slave if she didn’t manage to build a constructive and effective relationship with Eric and if her feelings for him were one sided/unrequited, misguided and not as powerful as she might have initially assumed. Ariel acknowledged her responsibility for her physical, emotional and romantic desires, individual goals and methods she resorted to in order to attain them.
She was going to participate in Kingdom Tours and grasp the opportunity to learn, grow and make little but valuable discoveries. She was going to be immensely overwhelmed when finding out that Eric - contrary to her father - not only recognized her needs and agency but encouraged her pursuit of knowledge, adventure and progress by giving her literal and figurative reins. She was going to work towards establishing a relationship with him that could warrant a “Kiss of True Love” that was going to make her a human permanently - only to have her heart reduced to shreds, pieces and fragments at one point.
Enter Vanessa (whose true identity and malicious intents Ariel is not yet aware of). A woman Eric seems fiercely insistent on marrying. Someone who didn’t engage in thrilling carriage and boat rides with Eric or work towards forming emotional bonds with him. A person Eric knows for no more than a day and is nonetheless inclined to wed. Ariel is at risk of becoming Ursula’s prisoner for life because of this woman’s insertion. It would have been absurdly easy for Ariel to throw a fit/tantrum, resort to petty aggression like Triton did (he only knows her for a day! How dare he cultivate his feelings and pursue a relationship with someone before having an obligatory number of interactions with this person and before he VALIDATES his feelings! He needs to be taught a lesson and have his privacy invaded/violated as a punishment! - at least according to Triton OR self professed couch critics of Ariel’s arc who undermine her for having emotions and feeling entitled to them without feeling obligated to PROVE their legitimacy).
Yet Ariel doesn’t antagonize either Eric or Vanessa. In full consciousness, she made an investment - her literal voice, physical trait - in order to find a figurative/metaphorical voice by achieving her long term goal of becoming a human. To make knowledge and personal growth accessible and available the way it wasn’t under the sea where it was persecuted by her oppressive empowered father. And receive an opportunity to decide for HERSELF who, when and how she wants to be attracted to without being gruesomely punished for it and having her personal possessions violently demolished. When said investment was at risk of not paying off Ariel didn’t blame it on Eric or consider him unworthy of her determination and effort. As someone who took a major risk in pursuing liberty and escaping a patriarchal/oppressive haven Ariel recognized and accepted the consequences and sacrifices that might come with the mere FACT of taking this chance.
When Eric treats her like an equal, shows clear signs of affection to her, endorses her agency and supports her aspirations and ambitions Ariel keeps pursuing this relationship. When Eric chooses someone else - Ariel is devastated but BACKS AWAY regardless of the extreme, horrific and unenviable turn her deal with Ursula was inevitably going to take.
It’s not before she is informed that Eric is forced into this marriage by having his agency/free will compromised does Ariel slip back into action.
Because, again - Ariel is relentless, persistent and passionate in pursuing any type of goal she might have but the last thing she would ever do is dismissing other people’s entitlement to freedom of choice the way HERS was dismissed by her father. When Triton makes his last ditch attempt to repair the damage of his admittedly incompetent parenting and oppressive behavior by confronting Ursula Ariel realizes her actions were going to negatively affect him and instantly apologizes. That’s the point - Ariel is NOT going to apologize for RIGHTLY pursuing her emancipation, for going after her goals, exploring her feelings and challenging problematic/discriminatory outlooks. But she DOES feel remorseful when the consequences of her choices backfire on anyone OTHER than herself.
Obviously, she and Eric efficiently defeat Ursula and liberate her other innocent victims (Triton’s citizen that he, a ruler with direct duties and obligations towards them, clearly could care less about) by working as a team and being partners. That’s the onlykind of dynamic and commitment Ariel is interested in - a partnership based on equality and functionality and strict recognition of each other’s agency.
When two of the same kind meet, both their similarities and their differences are inevitably exalted. There is no guarantee of sort that they won’t fiercely hate everything about each other, but they might also reach the deepest levels of understanding ever achievable. Meticulous order and undying attention to the best possible organization of their life exert an incredible attraction over every Virgo, but it’s only natural that the rest of their planet placements will have a great deal of influence on what those methods are going to be and what are the aspects of their life that are going to be affected by their constant impulse to fix everything to the detail; like two different plants entwined, they could either produce a new magnificent breed, or choke one another like do rogues and tares growing among cultivations.
As friends, they’d need to share phobias and compulsions. They have a tendency of eternally trying to fix the world they live in and trying to make it the best place for themselves: if these impulses collide among them, they’re bound to feel unconfortable around each other. It wears on their nerves when someone doesn’t understand their need for some procedures they have to be precised and thoroughly respected; and it doesn’t just refer to cleanness and tidiness, it might also be with what order they eat food, what kind of weekly routine they have, what are their habits while they watch films. If their reciprocal sets of instructions collide, they might still be friends, but they won’t hang around each other.
As lovers, same signs couples are really hard: it’s up to their natal charts for how much each of them sticks to the basic personality of the sign or diverges from it, and the relationship depends pretty much on how much they tolerate and incorporate the amount of difference. Basic Virgos are extremely fastidious about their lovers, they’re the kind of people that draw a list of features that their partners should match and respect, and if they like someone that doesn’t fit the instructions, they spend all of their time trying to normalize the person and make them fit their rules. They might do it unconsciously and/or just in limited areas of life, and the determination with which they enforce this behavior depends on how much their natal chart diverge from that kind of pattern.The problem is, when its both the participants in the relationship doing this, they have to agree on the validity of each other’s obsessions, or the couple is never going to work: what one builds, the other immediately destroys.
As enemies, since they are pacific people, it’s hard that they’d pick randomly on one another. They’d have to be a reason, even then, they tend to internalize their bad feelings towards people and they would hardly do something to materially harm the other. They would probably engage in a badmouthing cotest, especially If they have a lot of air in their charts; however their main behavior would be of generally ignoring one another and be cold and hostile on the rare occasions of contact between them.
callinan would be more forgiving of benny than elijah bc benny’s kind of after his own heart. we all want to run the strip here, it’s just business. a lot of people have tried to kill callinan, some even became good friends.
but elijah abducted him & greeted him with “from now on, when i talk, listen and follow my instructions,” fitted him with an explosive collar, and made him run a very deadly maze for some gold bars in a world where bottle caps are currency.
fuck that guy.
Her last week of college before graduation, Caroline felt restless. She had already completed her exams, packed up her apartment to move, and sent in her hiring paperwork for her new job in New York. Her to-do list was finished, and Caroline Forbes had nothing left to do.
Despairing on the lawn chair she had left in her living room after shipping most of her belongings to her new place, Caroline’s phone refused to beep with incoming texts. Her friends were all studying, and her draconic tutoring style made her persona non grata in their various cram sessions. She was about to text Rebekah again, but a knock on the door temporarily saved her bestie from dealing with her stir-craziness.
“Please be Bekah,” she called playfully before throwing open her door, only to find a different Mikaelson leaning on the threshold.
“Sorry, love,” Klaus answered with a smirk. “Will the favorite brother suffice?”
So for beginner for writing books & publishing what would be your best advice? How do you get inspiration to write amazingly written stories?
My absolute favorite writing reference book is Method and Madness, by Alice LaPlante. It’s specifically for long-form writing, and basically does this amazingly logical (and accessible) breakdown on the different writing mechanics that make up a novel, and how to achieve them. It also goes over what to avoid, and it breaks each mechanic down chapter by chapter (so characterization for one, world-building for another). I treat this like my bible, and while I’ve slightly adapted it’s instructions to fit my own work, I absolutely swear by it. Another good book for beginning ideation was Writing the Natural Way, but tbh I’m not a fan of the way the author speaks to the audience. Kind of preachy, but if you can overlook it, it’s good advice. I also read The Writers Digest and follow a bunch of writers, agents and publishing houses on Twitter.
How I personally get inspiration: it depends on what I’m writing. My original fiction ideas start off as a brain itch, flash of inspiration, or nightmare, and then I can’t get rid of them and have to put them down on paper. For fanfiction, I’m attracted by holes: by needs that are not being fulfilled within a fandom, or if there’s something to prove. With Monomoth for example, I was stressed out and frustrated by the lack of SasuSaku fics that addressed the issue of PTSD and trauma, and I wanted to read one. So I wrote it (and threw in Lovecraftian horror for crack). As mentioned with The Hematic, I started it because I had something to prove.
With Meta, I’m inspired when I’m challenged to prove a theory. Once I’ve written about the theory I lose interest in it, though. I don’t like talking about things past their selling point (in-depth), especially if I’ve been thorough in my deconstruction of them.
Everyone has their own preferences when working with dolls, whether you use pencils, paints, airbrush, or other methods to create the faceup. This is just the simplest list I could come up with while also being safe, hassle free, and good beginner quality.
1. A respirator and gloves ($16.99, $1).
These pieces of equipment just can’t be fudged. Your health is more important that saving a few bucks. You need a respirator that will effectively filter out fumes, vapors, and particles. You can get a NIOSH approved respirator for about $16.99 here. Remember to change your filters as often as needed (indicated in the instructions for your respirator) and follow the instructions for fitting your mask properly. Using a mask without a good seal on your face = not really using a mask at all.
Gloves can be latex, latex free, plastic, etc, as long as they create a barrier between your skin and the chemicals you’re using. You can find a small pack of gloves at any dollar store for a buck.
2. Removing the faceup ($5-$6).
The easiest and cleanest way to remove default facepaint is with 100% acetone or Windsor and Newton Brush cleaner. Don’t fool with ‘nail polish remover with acetone,’ it will only smear and stain your doll. Both contain pretty potent vapors, so remember to use a respirator and gloves to keep them from irritating your skin and lungs. If you’re particularly sensitive, goggles can also be used to lessen eye irritation. A 16oz bottle of acetone will run about $6and can be found in most any big box or beauty supply store. A 4oz bottle of Windsor and Newton brush cleaner runs about $5 and can be found in any art supply store.
3. Priming and sealing your work ($5-$9.98)
The absolute cheapest, sort of effective spray for vinyl or resin heads is Testor’s Dullcote. I personally hate using it. It doesn’t provide enough tooth and has yellowed before. However, if you’re strapped for cash and just need a primer/sealer it -will- work and won’t turn your work sticky. You can grab a can at pretty much any art/hobby store for 5 bucks or less.
Always, always, ALWAYS wear a respirator and gloves and work in a well ventilated environment when using any aerosol spray. Don’t fudge this and risk damaging your lungs, vocal cords, or worse. Follow the instructions and heed the warnings on your can. It’s not worth causing permanent damage to yourself over something that’s supposed to be a fun hobby.
Royal Langnickel has a good set of artist grade chalk pastels (never use oil pastels) for $6.99, but you can use any set of chalk pastels you like. The price difference between a cheap set and a more expensive set is the difference between the amount of fillers used to create the pastel stick versus the pigment you get. Cheaper pastels are typically less pigmented, meaning you have to use more between layers of sealer to get a vibrant color. Sometimes it’s more cost and time effective to invest in a hand picked set of high quality pastels in the colors you use most frequently.
6. Watercolor pencils ($17 or less.)
There are cheaper pencil sets you -could- use, but you’ll probably waste more pencil that it’s worth. A good set of Derwent pencils runs about $17 or less, depending on where you purchase it. Save yourself the frustration of trying to figure out why your pencils won’t draw/aren’t bright enough and just get this set, lol.
7. The best sharpener ever ($8 or less).
The Alvin Dux inkwell sharpener is my favorite sharpener everfor watercolor pencils. It creates a nice, sharp point and wastes as little pencil as possible. You don’t necessarily need this sharpener, but it will save your pencils and your sanity. Depending on where you get it (online or in most art stores), it will run about 8 bucks.
8. Brushes ($1-$5)
A good set of basic acrylic brushes runs about $5 pretty much everywhere. These will get the job done, but for more detail and control, you’ll probably want to invest in a few specialized brushes to go along with your workhorses. I snag the brushes I go through like candy from Jerry’s Artarama’s dollar aisle. I think most art stores have a cheapo option for brushes that run about a buck a piece. I use these for blending, mixing, applying pastel, accidentally leaving in acetone overnight, forgetting to remove acrylic paint >_>… etc.
For teensy, tiny details, I like Reaper’s fine line brushes. They range from kinda small to practically microscopic in terms of line thickness. They’re a bit more expensive per brush, though. Just remember that the higher the number (IE: 1/0 versus 30/0), the smaller the brush and the finer the detail you can get with it. Also keep in mind that some brushes have different shapes (filbert, round, liner, etc) and that effects both the way they paint, as well as how much paint they hold.
gom+kagami seeing there S/o suck at basketball?scenario
Kuroko: He knew the feeling behind the look on your face as you missed another shot. You thought you were alone on the court, where no one would watch you make a fool of yourself. So when Kuroko tossed the rebound back to you, you were scared to the point of tearing up a little bit. “Sorry, ___-kun,” he murmured softly. “But don’t give up, ok? I still miss most of my shots too.”
You were relieved to hear kind words from his mouth rather than the subtle ridicule you were expecting. “Thank you—” you began, but stopped short when he disappeared.
After a moment or two he appeared beside you again. “That being said, you’re pretty terrible now. So let me stay and practice with you.”
Kagami: You had found him just messing around on the street court and asked if you could join him. He thought that he would have some fun, semi-competitive one-on-on time with you, but he was in for a surprise. You were absolutely awful, and he could tell that you were trying to be good.
He was never good at being gentle though, so when he addressed the subject it came out more like, “___, you suck at this,” than he had intended. And then he was shocked to see you drop the ball and walk away. “Wait, are you done?”
“I suck, don’t I?” you hissed as you continued walking.
“That doesn’t mean I want to stop playing!”
Kise: He laughed at you. He actually laughed as he watched your shot hit the side of the backboard and go flying across the court. The humiliation of him actually seeing you try at something you knew you weren’t the best at was already bad…but adding the fact that he was willing to laugh at how terrible you really were was too much.
“___-cchi!” he called as you stormed off. “___-cchi! I wasn’t laughing because you missed.”
“Then what were you laughing at?” you asked him harshly.
“Your disappointed face as you missed was just so cute,” he replied as he hugged you. “I couldn’t help but giggle.”
Midorima: You were more surprised not to be told that it had to do with your horoscope. Instead it was just a simple, “You should quit.” But not the entire sport in general, no, he wasn’t that cruel. You had been trying unsuccessfully for the last hour to sink one of his famous three-pointers. Cringing at the sight of your most recent air ball, you gave him a sheepish smile over your shoulder. With a roll of his eyes, he received your pass and readied himself for the shoot. “This is the last time I’m showing you, then we’re leaving.” He ended up watching your misfires for another twenty minutes.
Aomine: He actually had experience in this area, considering Kurko and his early Teiko days. Admittedly his patience wasn’t quite the same. You could hear his lazy drawl from his perch on the bleachers,”Oi, you really suck at this.” Odd enough, he never encouraged you to stop playing.
Holding the ball at your waist, you beckoned him over with a smile.”Teach me how to be better then.”
He gave an exaggerated groan but it was impossible to miss the upward twitch of his lips as he rolled off his seat. “Just try try not to step on my feet.”
Akashi: “I already knew you had no talent in this area,” he told you as he watch you awkwardly dribble per his request. “But I had no idea you were this awful.”
“I’ve never done this before,” you confessed quietly. “I don’t even know what I’m doing so you don’t need to be so abrasive about it.”
Akashi then proceeded to spend the next two hours trying to teach you the basic skills of basketball. He understood which movements would be the most comfortable for you, so he tried to custom fit his instruction for you. But, at the end of the day, he had given up. “You’re hopeless,” he told you. “And don’t argue with me again.” It was sad that he accepted how bad you were before you did.
Murasakibara: To be fair, there was no real way to gauge your basketball skills when Murachin was acting as your opponent. He slapped down every single one of your shots and it only took him two steps to catch up to you and steal the ball. “You suck, ___-chin,” he told you bluntly after about five minutes. “You should give up now.”
“You’re the one who sucks, Murachin,” you hissed back. “You’re supposed to go easy on me anyway.”
He finally pulled away and let you make a shot…which you missed. “You suck, ___-chin. And you can’t blame me this time.” But in the end, he didn’t really care. You were skilled at other things. And of course, you could successfully toss candy into his mouth.