Aries: I’M GOING TO PUNCH A WALL!!!!!! WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO BE OUT TO GET ME???? CAN’T I LIVE??? I’M SO UPSET AND WHY DOES NO ONE CARE??? MY EMOTIONS ARE THE #1 PRIORITY RN!!!! *blames someone else for their problems* (5 minutes later is over it)
Taurus: why life wHY?????? I didn’t want to mOVE today let alone CRY *crawls into a hole full of blankets and sobs into a bag of chips*
Gemini: oh lol whatever idk why my eyes are wet but I’m just gonna ignore this and hope it’ll go away tomorrow
Cancer: I just love to fEeEeEeL things :(((((( I’m going to cry and think about the reasons why I’m crying and maybe look at old pictures and write a poem and cry more *eats an entire carton of ice cream*
Leo: I can’t cRy in fRonT of PEOPLE!!! I have too much pRiDe!!!!! *throws head back and struts their stuff* (10 minutes later they have a dramatic emotional show just for the benefit of everyone else)
Virgo: am I actually feeling this or am I just projecting my feelings into this moment so that I can get them out? what do these feelings mean? what does the fact that I’m questioning my feelings mean? is that another feeling? is life even real? I hate myself I’m so INCOMPETENT *hysterical crying*
Libra: nOOOOO this means cONFLICT!!!!!! I can’t have this in my life!!!!!! maybe if I hold this in nothing will happen. I definitely won’t bother anyone else about it because that would be tOO MUCH FOR ME I can’t put burden on others
Scorpio: *has straight face* this is just another case of the darkness inside my soul
Sagittarius: haha WHATEVER!!!!!! gonna go run away from this bc who needs this kind of drama in life?!?!?! not me!!!!!!!! I’m fiiiiiine those aren’t tears it’s just a piece of dust in my eye
Capricorn: I need…to pull…myself…together….must…look…like…everything…is…normal… *has mental breakdown alone*
Aquarius: emotions???? I don’t have emotions lol what are those??? I’m aBOVE that so I’m just going to focus on the fact that society is so corrupted or something!!! there are way more important issues that MY feelings
Pisces: I…just CAN’T deal with life anymore…I need to eScApE I’m drowning in my own tEARS *sobs*
Prompt: Imagine your OTP have a morning class together and person A always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and person B thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever
Requests are open! Send em in.
Weekdays have never been your forte, mostly because waking up early wasn’t really your forte. You spent most of your nights staying up late and then waking up early for classes. It usually led to you very grumpy, very tired, and most likely, very late for morning classes.
Today, was no exception to that. None of the people in your dormitory even dared wake you up and so here you were, stumbling to pull on your robes and grab your bag before you were rushing down the stairs and out the portrait hole.
You grumbled as you slung your bag over your shoulder. Your tie was loose on your neck and your uniform was definitely not on right, you’re lucky you didn’t have Snape this morning or else you surely would have lost a lot of points for your house.
Your eyes scanned the vacant halls as your pace quickened, barging into the Tranfiguration room.
McGonagall didn’t even need to turn around from the blackboard to know who barged in after class had already started. “Ms. L/N, it’s so nice you could finally join us.” Minevra didn’t add anything to that, continuing to write on the board.
You cleared your throat, starting to walk to your seat and slumping down in your chair as you attempted to flatten down your hair, combing it with your fingers.
A voice behind you spoke up. “How do you do that?” The voice questioned with a chuckle after he finished speaking.
You turned around, quirking up an eyebrow before you met the familiar eyes of Fred Weasley. “Do what, exactly?”
“Not get any points taken away from walking in so late?!” His voice raised only slightly, not wanting to get caught talking during class.
“It’s called being a good student.” You laughed, turning back around in your seat, pulling out your quill and parchment to catch up on notes.
Fred Weasley never got the nerve to talk to you, he was far too nervous and well frankly, a bit scared. He saw how grumpy you seemed every morning, he studied you almost every day, figuring out your schedule and how you were rarely late on Fridays and always 30 minutes late on Mondays. It was a bit creepy, he thought, how much interest he took in you. But, he found you exceptionally cute and by the way people would talk about you, he guessed you were a pretty great girl.
Fred Weasley hadn’t talked to you anymore since that day, it’s been a week and he’s been thinking of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. He couldn’t lead with “Hey, I’ve been watching you come in late every day and I think you’re really cute, wanna date?” That’s far too creepy. He wasn’t sure how to approach you. Fred Weasley was rarely stumped with girls, but this one? This one, he was.
Fred Weasley barely paid attention to the board and whatever McGonagall was saying. He was staring at the empty seat in front of him. It was Friday and you still weren’t here. The first class of the day is almost over and you aren’t here. You rarely missed Fridays.
He let out a small puff of air, pouting without even realizing it and George took notice. How could his twin not? Something was obviously bothering his other half.
“What’s wrong with you?” George laughed, leaning over a bit more so he could whisper, not needing or wanting to get caught by McGonagall.
“Nothing.” Fred grumbled, crossing his arms, his leg tapping at a fast pace. George followed his brother’s eyes to the vacant seat in front of them. George laughed, finally realizing what his brother was upset at.
“Really? Y/N? That’s what’s been bothering you?” George laughed, glancing up at the front of the classroom to make sure the teacher didn’t notice them.
Fred made another noise of discontent, acting like a child.
“How many times have you even talked to the girl?” George teased his brother, nudging his side.
“Once!” George watched his brother finally break, his voice raising a bit and catching a few eyes from the people around him.
“Ask her out if you like her that much.” George laughed again. Both of the boys’ ears perked up at the sound of the bell. They both stood up, gathering all their stuff and started their path to the hall. “Why don’t you go find her?” George tried to help, glancing at his brother who still hasn’t said much.
“Yeah, I think I will. I think she has a free period.” Fred answered, glancing around at the other students in the hall.
George chuckled. “So, you have her schedule memorized?”
You had been sick all day, not feeling good around the first class of the day and you weren’t sure if you could make it through the day alive, so you sat in the common room, in front of the fire as you read a book you found in the library.
Your cough echoed in the empty room, but you’re sure that the first class has ended and kids with free periods will be flooding in here soon. You carefully stand up, gathering all of your belongings and are about to head up to your dorm before the portrait hole swings open, a redhead rushing through.
“Well, hello.” You laugh at his disheveled appearance, quirking an eyebrow up at him.
“I’ve been looking for you!” Fred lets out, out of breath.
“Me?” You question, looking around for someone else he could be talking to.
“Yes, you! You weren’t in class today.” The ginger was still catching his breath.
You laughed, curiosity getting the best of you. “So… You came rushing to find me, all cause I wasn’t in class today?”
“Well… Yes… Yeah…” Fred’s face started to heat up, red growing up his neck as he looked anywhere, but you. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you… Even possibly ask you out, if you’re up for it, of course.”
It was now your turn to blush, not really sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Well, I think that’d be great. I’m kind of sick, right now, but if I end up being better by the Hogsmeade trip, I’m all yours.”
Fred’s face lit up, mentally congratulating himself for finally getting the nerve to ask you out. “Well! Lovely! I’ll check up on you until then.”
You laugh again, nodding your head as you begin making your way up the stairs. “I can’t wait.”
This is a spell designed to give you more dreams and more meaningful dreams! It’s one of the more complicated crafts I’ve done lately, but it has been so worth it. I’ve done this a few times and have fine-tuned the recipe, so hopefully it works well for you! (And as always, substitutions can be made if need be. One of the reasons there’s so much stuff in it is because I just attract herbs that are good for this type of spell, apparently.)
What You Need:
Representations of the four elements (or another way of consecrating things. I use the elements but you do you.)
A stuffed animal that you’re comfortable sleeping with, even better if it has a hole already forming somewhere
Needle and blue thread
A small drawstring bag. Blue is optimal
A blue candle (if you want a larger emphasis on prophetic dreams, replace with or add a purple candle!)
A small piece of amethyst or amethyst chips (Amethyst particularly resonates with me and is also good for divination. It also is a general power enhancer.)
A small piece of red jasper (For vivid dream recall.)
Rosemary (for dream recall)
Chamomile (sleep aid, prophetic dreams)
Hops (to enhance sleep magic)
Mugwort (for prophetic dreams)
Bay leaf (for prophetic dreams)
Lavender (sleep aid, dreams)
Coltsfoot (nightmare ward, dreams)
A sigil of your intent
Best performed during a full moon on a Monday.
What You Do:
Design your sigil beforehand to save time, if you wish.
Perform your ritual spell starters, be that casting a circle, grounding/centering, calling upon deities, whatever. I like to ring a bell to mark the beginning and end of a ritual and focus my mind onto the sound If you’re working with the elements, this is the time to call upon them.
Light the blue candle.
Bless/ consecrate your stuffed animal, priming it for instruction. Let it rest as you continue onto the next step.
Fill the pouch with each of the ingredients, stating what each one is for and what it will be adding to the mix. “This is rosemary. It will aid me in remembering my dreams.”
Draw the sigil onto the bay leaf as you add it, or draw the sigil on a piece of paper, fold it, and add it to the bag.
Pull the bag shut, give it a little shakey-shake. Say a little prayer, poem, or chant if you desire.
Take your stuffed animal, and open up a hole in its back. Move the stuffing around and put the bag inside. I like to place it where its “center” would be if it was a living thing. If your animal already has a hole elsewhere and you would prefer to use that, I feel that should be fine. I think keeping it close to the “heart” is nice though.
Sew the hole shut with the blue thread.
Consecrate the stuffed animal one last time, explaining its purpose to bring you prophetic dreams (or whatever variation!) and that magic will flow through the entire animal. It is now ready.
Close down the ritual and clean up as usual.
Sleep holding the animal (the closer to your torso the better, I’ve found) to encourage more dreams and more prophetic dreams!
Alright I’m gonna make this a separate post since a couple people have messaged me separately wanting to know how to do this safely.
This is gonna be really bad and disorganized since it’s been a while since I’ve written an informative post so whatever here we go.
Step 1, Teardown: You cannot move a fish tank with water in it. You have to tear it down, take all the decor out, and bag the fish. Never try to move a fish tank still full of water, even a little water! It WILL crack. Tank must be empty for transport.
So first step is to bag the fish - you can use actual fish bags or tupperware with air holes poked in the top, though I prefer actual fish bags, double bagged. You can order fish bags that ‘breathe’ online - kordon breather bags or a knockoff are fine. If you trip is short (less than a few hours, like if you’re moving in town) you can ask for fish bags at your local pet store. If it’s longer, go for the breather bags. Those are what fish are shipped in.
Bag fish, then take all the decor out of the tank and pack it separately.
Bag your filter media like you would bag the fish. Treat it like a living thing as well - this is how you keep your cycle over a long trip. Bag the filter media (not the whole filter, just the filter pad or whatever you use as media) and pretend it’s a live thing too. You don’t want those beneficial bacteria dying over the trip - the more of it that lives, the better when you get there. .
As for the tank itself, you can leave the gravel/sand/substrate in, just make sure it has essentially no water in it when you move it.
Step 2, Packing up: Take the fish (who are bagged in bags) and pack them away in something stable, like a cooler (to keep temperatures good) or a cardboard box. Pad them with T-shirts or towels or the like. Wrap fabric around them so it’s dark and it feels safe, and pack them away where they’re stable, won’t roll around, and won’t slosh too much. Seriously old t-shirts work great for this.
Pack the filter media similarly. Load the tank in the car on a flat surface, or it will crack.
Step 3, GO: You are now packed away and ready to travel. If the trip is longer than 12 hours, when you make your stops, change the fish’s water before re-packing them. Have jugs of fish water on hand and re-bag them in fresh, dechlorinated water before continuing on.
When you get there, set up the tank as soon as possible - get it refilled, the filter media back in, and the water running thru the filter and put the fish in. Decor can come later. Remember to acclimate the fish to the water like you would any new water.
He has this in the bag, man. In the bag, zipped up, squared away, a hole in one, sealed and, laminated and—it was a lie, all of it.
Because the chocolates Stiles made two days ago? Yeah, those were eaten. By his dad. And the first heart-shaped card he bought? He gave to the nice old lady who just lost her cat of 20 years, because that’s true love, and anyone who says differently is a monster.
The second card got thrown away, because of reasons. The third card was a ‘hand-made’ card, with lots of cut paper and glitter and it ended up stuck to his ceiling. Along with a few other glue-infused things. They’re still up there now, while Stiles pulls his most recent failure out of the oven.
“Nice, perfect. I’m sure Derek’s favorite flavor is Chocolate-Triggering-Charcoal-Cookies. Tastes that remind you of family.”
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So I know that sometimes it’s hard to figure out how to introduce your character to another player’s character that you REALLY want to RP with. So I decided to compile some random scenarios. They can be used for memes, you can randomize them, or just pick one and go to town!
1. The two are after the same hidden treasure/mark.
2. The two are eating somewhere, and the waiter/waitress get their orders mixed up.
3. There is a training mishap. Someone gets smacked in the face with something accidentally.
4. A bag of gil/coins/etc has a hole in it. Things proceed to spill out everywhere. Does the second person help pick the things up and return them? Or do they pocket it all and try to escape?
5. One comes across the other injured and in need of aid.
6. One comes across the other lost and stranded.
7. A case of mistaken identity!
8. One of them steps on the other’s foot, trips them accidentally, or simply runs right into them.
9. One of them thinks the other is at a safe distance and thinks they won’t hear the comments made on their appearance. They are overheard. Can be good or bad.
10. A bar fight ensues. One throws a punch, but their target dodges. The other gets punched instead!
11. They both visit the same grave.
12. Both characters reach for the same thing at the marketplace. It is the last item of the kind left.
13. One is found dancing/singing while they work. Bonus if it is done badly.
14. A clothing malfunction occurs.
15. Someone is caught stealing/otherwise breaking the law.
16. One is caught drawing/ taking notes about the other.
17. Both show up wearing the exact same outfit.
Add more to the list if you want. Help your fellow RP’er! And have fun!
~ Summary: You’re best friends with Murphy so when Bellamy banishes him you go and look for him, causing you to get kidnapped and tortured by the Grounders and then left in the woods only for Bellamy to find you and apologize and admit his feelings to you.
~ Warnings: Little bit of violence
As you tip toed through the camp you slowly reached the wall where a few kids stood on top of it, less then normal since it was in between shifts and dinner time so everyone was running late to their post so they could eat. Which was a blessing for you since you now had the darkness to cover you and less eyes to worry about as you headed for a hole in the fence right below their feet. But as you were throwing your bag threw the hole you heard a familiar voice behind you calling your name.
“Hey Monty, what can I help you with?” you asked as you stood quickly and turned around to look at the boy who noticed how fast you had risen, realizing you were hiding something. As he stepped around to see what you were hiding you quickly copied his movement to block his view.
“What are you doing (Y/N)?” Monty asked you with a smirk as he lightly pushed you aside with a laugh, only for his smile to fade once he saw the back pack half way shoved out the hole just big enough for you to fit through. “Are you insane?” he whisper/yelled at you as he spun around holding your bag filled with clothes, food, and water. “I know you are upset about Murphy but running away isn’t going to help him, you are going to get yourself killed at most!"
"He’s my best friend, I can’t just let him be stranded out there with nothing but the clothes on his back, I need to find him and know that he is okay. Please Monty, don’t tell anyone. I’ll be back by nightfall tomorrow, even if I don’t find him I’ll come back and try again another time, I promise you.” You said, pleading pretty much. You could see Monty’s anger flickering away and him starting to cave.
“Fine! But if you are not back before the sun falls tomorrow I’m telling everyone, even Bellamy and you know how he can get when people go behind his back.” Monty said as you hugged him quickly and mumbled a few thank yous as you shoved your bag threw the little hole, Monty holding the flimsy metal up for you to crawl out of.
“Yeah, he can be a dick like he always is.” you said as you crawled fully out and threw the backpack on and started to walk away from the camp, as fast as possible for you only had twenty four hours to find Murphy and return to the camp.
You had been walking all night and the sun was starting to shine and you were loosing the darkness, suddenly becoming an open target for any Grounders arrows. And only after an hour of the sun being up you felt as though you were being followed but you just thought it was in your head for you had stopped multiple times and never saw anyone or heard anything. So you just shrugged it off and kept walking until you reached a body of water surrounded by bright green grass that went all the way up to your knees, tickling your finger tips. The grass closest to the water had a muddy base and a good amount had already fallen into the water, causing the water to have a mucky brown color to it. But you still bent down to wash your face and saw the water was still, meaning there was no current, and that it was a lake. So cupping your hands together you caused a rippled in the water and brought the brownish water to your face and splashed it on. You did that a few times until you couldn’t feel the sweat dripping down your forehead. As you stood up and wiped your face with your sleeve you were hit right across the face, causing you to fall to the side of the muddy river and slip right in, even with your nails dug as deep into the mud as possible.
Dazed from what just happened all you could feel was water eating you whole as black spots flashed in and out of your sight. Before the water could weigh you down to the bottom of the lake a hand reached down and grabbed you, throwing back onto the grass. Letting out a few coughs off water you quickly grabbed onto your bag and pulled out a knife as you spun on the ground, knocking the Grounder down and then trying to stab him but being so weak and slow from trying to save all your food and water for Murphy you ended up missing him as he rolled away and only grazed his arm. It only took him a second to stand back up and hit you hard over the back of the head with the blunt end of his larger knife, causing you to pass out. From there on out you felt as if you were in a dream that was filled with pain. You came in and out of passing out from the pain of the torture that the Grounders inflicted upon you. But once they realized you were no use for them they dropped you in the middle of the forest to let you bleed out. For you had slices all over your stomach, right above your chest, your thighs, all over your arms, long streaks across your back, and small slashes across your cheek bones, right eyebrow, upper lip, both cheeks, and one long one across your forehead, and the newest of them all was the one slicing right across from your forehead, over your left eye and down to your cheek.
You were unsure of how long you were taken but you knew that you were long past twenty-four hours, meaning Monty had told everyone, giving you a chance to be found. But as the daylight left and the night fell the chances became slim to none for everyone stops looking at night if they know what is best for them. Slowly you became less hopeful and started to understand if you were not found, even though you were scared of dying alone in the woods by yourself you had decided you rather die there then in front of a bunch of Grounders who wanted nothing more then for you to die. So as the moon rose in the sky you started to feel tired as the pool of blood around you started to cause you to shiver. Closing your eyes you decided you were tired, and if you couldn’t die with your friends, then you would at least die under the moon and stars. But within a few seconds of your eyes being closed you heard your name being shouted from a distance. Unsure if there was actually someone there or you had lost so much blood you were starting to imagine things you called back anyways. You had nothing to loose.
“I’m here.” you said with a strained voice, barley making any noise for all you had been doing for the past few days was screaming in pain. “I’m here.” you said again, a little louder then a whisper like the last time. “I’m here.” you said in a raspy voice but it was starting to become what your normal voice would sound like. But soon the voice calling out to you started to become quieter, they were walking away from you. Taking a breath in, you started to crawl towards the voice that was walking away from you. But not even two crawls you were faced with a fallen tree, and there was no way you could get over that. So it was now or never. Taking a deep breath you yelled as loud as you could muster up. “I’m here!” you screamed, louder then you thought you could, killing your throat and causing you to slip from where you had been propped up on the tree, your blood making you slicker then before. As you laid there, unsure if the person had heard you, you finally let a tear slip from your eyes and run down and fall from the tip of your nose and hit the bloody grass. When suddenly you saw a shadow jump over you and the fallen tree at high speed and then turn quickly and slip down next to you on their knees.
“Oh my god, (Y/N), you’re going to be okay, just hang on.” you heard Bellamy say as you still laid on the ground and hearing tearing noises. Then one by one you started to feel pressure being applied over your cuts. “You’re going to be okay.” Bellamy kept replying over and over again just loud enough for you two to hear it as he kept tearing parts of his shirt off and wrapping them around your cuts. When he became frustrated with ripping it he took it off and turned you so he could see your back, causing you to let out a groan in pain. “I know, I know, I just need to see them.” Bellamy said and once he saw them he knew he didn’t have enough left to wrap on your cuts. Cursing under his breath he turned you around and into his arms. “I’m going to have to bring you back to camp with some of them still open, just stay with me okay?” he asked you as he held you close to him and jumped the log, running faster then you ever thought he could. Each time you would let out a whimper or groan Bellamy would look down at you worried and say sorry. But you passed out right out side of the gates as you waited for them to open them.
When you woke up you were in the drop ship on a hammock with all your wounds stitched up. As you looked around you saw Clarke’s back turned to you as she talked with Bellamy, who had his arm crossed over his chest, supporting his other arm that had his hand up by his mouth, he looked worried. At your feet you had Monty and Jasper sleeping with their arms and heads against them, and then Octavia leaning against the drop ship’s wall looking down at you. When she realized you were awake she automatically broke into a smile and came over and hugged you.
“Good to see you awake.” Octavia said as she let go of you, making it clear to everyone else who was awake to you were too. Clarke hugged you tightly and then Bellamy just stood behind her, unsure of what to do. Clarke caught on to the awkwardness and looked over at Octavia. “We’re going to leave you two alone, we’ll be right outside if you need us.” Octavia said as her and Clarke left in a rush, leaving you, Bellamy, and two sleeping idiots.
“You shouldn’t have left.” Bellamy said in a hard voice, causing you to get defensive.
“You shouldn’t have banished Murphy then.” you said, getting angry already.
“Why do you care so much about Murphy? He’s a criminal.” Bellamy said, taking a step closer to your bed.
“We all are! Look around, this whole camp is a bunch of people that the Ark felt like they wouldn’t be loosing anything if we all died. That is how I have always been looked at and Murphy was the first person who didn’t see me as expendable, he is my best friend, that is why I care about him! Why do you care so much if I care about him?” I asked Bellamy, getting angrier by the second.
“I don’t.” he said with a clenched jaw as he looked away.
“Yes you do! I know you do because you are-” and with that you were cut off by Bellamy taking a few quick steps to you, grabbing both sides of your face and bring his lips down to yours. It surprised you for a second, making you flinch away from him, but when Bellamy went to pull back afraid that he had gone to far you quickly grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for another kiss. As he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours you couldn’t help but smile and let out a little laugh. “So you were jealous.” you said with a giggle, only making Bellamy roll his eyes with a small smile and kiss you again, a little harder for now he knew you were okay with it. And you would have kept going if you hadn’t been disturbed by dumb and dumber at your feet.
“Are we having a foursome because I’m all good with that, but only if I get to kiss (Y/N).” Jasper said, with Monty agreeing, only to have Bellamy chase them out of the drop ship.