The Signs as Types of Fae
  • Aries: Banshees
  • ~A type of faerie whose appearance predicts the death of somebody nearby or a family member.
  • Taurus: Hobs
  • ~ A type of household faerie who aids humans in farming yet brings them misfortune if offended/annoyed. Humans could dispose of a hob by giving them a new set of clothes but some prove difficult to get rid of.
  • Gemini: Nymphs
  • ~ Different types of nature fae who are seen as young and timeless. Very playful, with high energy causing them to be well-liked. A deep love and appreciation for nature. They love to dance and sing and relish in freedom.
  • Cancer: Sirens
  • ~ A type of faerie who generally lived in groups underwater and sang a beautiful melody, luring fishermen to their death.
  • Leo: Imps
  • ~ A mischevious type of faerie who are lonely and use pranks as a plea for human attention.
  • Virgo: Brownies
  • ~ A small faerie that aids in tasks around the house. They dislike being seen and prefer offerings for their work, abandoning the house if these offerings are called payments/they're misused by the homeowner.
  • Libra: Elves
  • ~ A type of faerie who are diplomatic and wise with sharper senses (physically and mentally) than humans. They love art, song and nature.
  • Scorpio: Selkies
  • ~ A type of fae who live as seals underwater, can shed their seal skin and become human, but almost always return to the sea by re-applying their skin. Seen as having great seductive powers over humans.
  • Sagittarius: Púcas
  • ~ A small faerie who leads lone travelers off their path, using faery-light, often to their death.
  • Capricorn: Leprachauns
  • ~ A type of solitary faerie. Generally seen as greedy due to their hidden pot of gold at the end of rainbows. If captured they must grant 3 wishes for their freedom, much to their dismay.
  • Aquarius: Kobold
  • ~ A shape-shifting faerie who generally resides in human homes. They play malicious pranks to test humans. They can shift between being invisible, human, fire or objects.
  • Pisces: Pixies
  • ~ A type of faerie, generally seen as very small and fragile. They punish humans who neglect others and reward considerate humans. They have a tendency to be manipulative.
Sasusaku vs Haters

1)Sasuke never bothered to tell sakura anything

2)Sasuke never blushed around sakura

3)Sasuke is uncomfortable around Sakura

4)Sasuke was never jealous

5)Sasuke never bothered with Sakura’s confession

↳  A picture frame faced down. By now, the moonlight has no way of basking it…

「遥かなる、闇へ...歩き出したサスケの前に、現れたのはサクラだった。 振り向くことなく立ち去ろうとするサスケの背に、サクラは必死で想いを投げかける。サスケを失いたくないと いう、まぶしいくらいに一途な想いを。
孤独だった自分の存在を愛情という想いで満たしてくれたのがサクラだった。だが、その想いに応えることはや はりできない。サスケは、ただ一言の感謝の言葉を、別れの言葉として告げることしかできなかっ たのだ。」

Growing distant, towards darkness. The one to appear before him as he began leave was Sakura. To the back of a Sasuke that tried to avert from what was being left behind, Sakura desperately conveys her feelings. Bright and earnest feelings - feelings that did not want to lose Sasuke.
The one who filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura. But, as expected, Sasuke cannot respond to those feelings. Sasuke was only able to leave a single word of thanks as word of parting. 

► chap. 181

↳ Sasuke: I’ve walked the path with companions. Now I walk the lonely path of revenge.

► chap. 181

↳ Sakura, who needed him to the last. His words are not a deceit but his true feelings

6)Sakura had no effects on Sasuke

7)Sakura never helped Sasuke


「それまで恋や友情に見向きもしなかったサスケは、ナルトやサクラと出会い、少しずつではあるが、仲間を受 け 入れ始める。サスケにとってナルトは、いつの間にか互いの能力を高め合う良きライバルとなり、 また大蛇丸の 邪悪な呪印にのみ込まれんとするその心を、サクラに救われたことも...  」

Though until then he had taken no notice of either love or friendship, after meeting with Naruto and Sakura Sasuke begins to accept them as nakama, even if only little by little. In Sasuke’s eyes, before he even noticed it, he and Naruto became mutual good rivals capable of boosting up each other’s skills - and also, when his heart was about to be swallowed by Orochimaru’s wicked cursed seal again, he was rescued by Sakura…

「呪印の影響で暴走するサスケを身を挺して鎮めるサクラ。サクラのサスケを想う心が、邪な力を 包 み込む。  

Sakura willingly and bravely calms the rampaging Sasuke under the influence of the cursed seal. Sakura’s heart, thinking of Sasuke, devours the wicked power

“Sasuke-kun, do you like Sakura-chan? Is she important to you?”
Sasuke: She is an important member of Team 7, she has helped me many times. 

8)Sasuke always insulted Sakura’s worth

9)Sasuke never thought of Sakura

10)Sasuke who tried to kill Sakura was the real Sasuke

11)Sasuke dosen’t care about Sakura

12)Sakura never talked back to Sasuke

13)Sasuke left Sakura to fall in the lava

14)Sasuke left Sakura traumatized

15)Sasuke never properly apologized with Sakura

16) The forehead poke was a rejection

An important aspect to the forehead poke was the phrase 「また今度だ」”Mata kondo da” that Itachi used, which translates to “Maybe next time.”

But when Sasuke did the forehead poke with Sakura he said 「また今度な」”Mata kondo na” which translates to “I’ll see you soon.

A slight difference in words that establishes a big gap in certainty.

17)Sasusaku came out of nowhere

What do the stars say about Sakura and Sasuke’s couple? 

Sakura is in love with Sasuke, but does she have a chance?
We had an unexpected result, who would say …?! 

The compatibility between their signs is: 80% ♥ VERY GOOD. 

Friendship and love, a future filled with warmth. But as long as he is there, he cannot make his dream come true. This is why he throws away a future with his friends. To make dreams of revenge a reality…

The one who filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura.

Kishimoto: For me the most difficult scene was the parting between Sakura and Sasuke. They looked like lovers and it was sort of embarrassing.

18)Sasusaku aren’t married

19)Sasuke abandoned his family

20)Sasuke impregnated Sakura and ran off

21)Sarada was traumatized by Sasuke

22)Karin is the mother

23)Sarada hates Sakura

24)Sasuke dosen’t care about his family

25)Sakura is miserable

26)Sasuke isn’t happy

27)Sakura is a shitty mom

28)The Uchiha family is miserable

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29)Sasusaku aren’t in love


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It was three years ago today that I first posted something to my art blog - a version of the “tempting the hero to the dark side“ scene in a role-reversal AU, inspired by @eeveelinktions‘s prompt from @imaginefourswords.

Now seemed like a good time to redo it for comparison.  I feel like I’ve improved a lot in the past three years!

Oh, it’s a lonely path you walk, isn’t it, little orphaned hero.  Always part of a team, never part of a family.

We could be your family, the other Links and I.


just a character that was wandering in my head by some day now,

he’s Abel the Angel: his aspect is around 20 years old,
it’s not clear what are his love preferences,
angelic at sight but a real motherf**** in the attitude and temper;
he’s in the same toon universe of Bendy, Mickey, Cuphead, Betty Boop and others.
No long in cartoon business, he took a lonely path to stay away from the humans he despise,
he gets angered by being treated as a sissy angel with harp and will show his sadistic part towards his offender, he can use his wings to fly and punch, his pure aspect to fool.
he doesn’t show much of his feelings, but he’s capable to show pure hatred and poison towards who wants him to be “good”,
he doesn’t melt like Bendy, being more detached and stable with his ink, but can transfer some of his ink to other fellow toons if they’re in need (he eventyally will mask the moments of tenderness for mere cold mercy),
still not sure if his life will be long or not
(probably he will be heartbroken for a failed love declaration)

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.

Title: we’ll be alright this time
Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: First Love
Rating: K
A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.

It starts in the hospital, the first week into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.


She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing, she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.

And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.

Something in him softens at the thought.

“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”

The query is a teasing one—something that Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind, and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him smile, too.

Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say about that.

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I should have told you what you meant to me because I never thought we would run out of time; I never imagined our story would have a sudden halt. I should have told you that you were a routine I would never be bored of. The idea of seeing you every day put my heart at ease and kept the raging storm inside me calm.  You kept me grounded during the days I felt hopelessly floating around in this cruel, cruel world. You made me feel emotions I thought I would never feel and gave me hope for a better future I always fail to acknowledge. You molded me to be better than I used to, dragged me out of the pit of sadness I wallowed in and walked beside me in the lonely path that is my life. I should have told you even if there were times when you irritated and got me upset, I always find myself running back to you.  I should have told you I loved your laugh and your weird quirks. I should have told you that you were my home. I should have told you that certain songs will always remind me of you and it’s not “you ruined my song” type of scenario but rather “I listen to it because I missed you." 

Back then, you once asked me if I was glad that I saw you again after a long period of time but I never got to answer. So I’m going to answer it now:

I would rewind time just to meet you earlier in this lifetime so I can spend more time with you. You are my person and I think that will never change.

—  lm // dear name, this is for you.
Haikyuu!! Fic Rec

For everyone who has sent me fic rec requests…I finally made a list! I have by no means read all there is to read, I’m terrible at bookmarking, and worst of all I know I’ve forgotten things I really liked, so apologies to all the amazing fics that are not on this list  (シ_ _)シ  With that being said…my list of recommendations for a shitload of pairings is under the cut!! 

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This Path Is A Lonely Path.

So don’t be surprised when a time comes when you become a stranger among people you thought were strangers like yourself. The longer you remain on this blessed path, the more the people will see you as someone who baffles them because a person who chases this dunya will always find ambitions for the aakhirah strange. 

This path is a lonely path. 

You will never be understood. Not by your family nor by your friends. But you must remain firm, because this is the era of those who remain firm. 

This path is a lonely path. 

Because the lovers of the dunya have nothing to do with it. It is shunned by most, out of fear of losing the temporary while they don’t realise how they’re ruining their eternal life. It is not sought after except by those rare, few, blessed ones who seek the Face of Allah ﷻ more than anything this worthless world has to offer. You will be mocked, misunderstood, considered a foreigner in your own homeland, considered a stranger amongst your own friends and family.

But Know, O beloved, that you aren’t the only one who feels this staggering bite of loneliness, and you certainly aren’t the first.  

This is the path, where Rasulullah ﷺ was rejected by his own family and tribe, the path where Yusuf عليه السلام was thrown into prison for a crime he never committed. And the examples are many. 

Know, O beloved, that you have chosen this path knowing all the hardships, and so you must bear them with patience and walk upon this path with a smile on your faces. 

Because this is the path for which the Sahabah رضي الله عنهم gave their lives. This is the path of the few, blessed, chosen servants of Allah. So strive to be from amongst them.

“The Witch’s Familiar” (Wonho Demon AU)

Originally posted by sh0wnu

Title: The Witch’s Familiar.

Featuring Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: PG-13.  Subtle dream smut, mostly fluffy and fun.

Summary: You’re a witch out on your own for the first time, ready to summon yourself a cute and cuddly familiar. Instead you get stuck with a horny demon that doesn’t believe in shirts.

Requested by anon! Thank you, this was a fun one :)

You stood up and dusted the white chalk off your hands across your skirt, examining the alchemic symbols and circles you’d just finished drawing in the middle of your wood floors.  You were quite proud of yourself, and had a good feeling about this summoning.

You’d advanced quickly in your work since going solitary. Growing up in a coven was nice, there was always support around you, someone to lend a hand or an ingredient, but you knew you had to branch out. You’d found a nice little cottage in the forest to call your own, and there worked on your divination skills, herbal remedies, and conjuring. You decided it was time for a companion, but not one who would be too intrusive. A nice animal familiar would do the trick, a cute little white bunny.

You opened your book and cradled it in your arm, walking around the expansive symbol with your dagger in hand, pointing at the 4 directions as you passed them, chanting out the summoning spell. When you came full circle, you placed the book down and tossed a handful of salt into the middle of the circle.

Fire quickly flashed along the symbols in the circle and a large puff of white smoke shot up from the middle. It took a moment for it to clear, and you waved your hand through it to get a good look at your new familiar. Instead of the cute white rabbit you expected, you saw a man sitting cross-legged at the center.

You blinked, rubbing your eyes, wondering if it as just the smoke, but as it cleared completely there was no mistaking what you saw; a fully grown white-haired man, shirtless, muscular, and beautiful, sitting on your living room floor.

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Loving Alistair terrifies Mahariel.

With Tamlen it had been a soft, budding thing.  A whisper quiet promise of something to come.  A life pre-built.  Everyone knew.  The entire clan knew.  It was to be the ever troublesome Tamlen and the last daughter of the bloodline Mahariel.  Days and years and a life of hunts and laughter and children who would be - as divine punishment, certainly - just like them. 

The entire affair had a rather fated feel about it.  So there had been no need for the pair to hurry past friendship.  No need to act (save, perhaps, a few brave words now and again). Their life, yet to begin, felt safeguarded.  Felt guaranteed.  So why rush love? It would follow in due time.

But that destiny is torn from her.  Tamlen is torn from her.

Then comes Alistair.  

Elvhenan.  That blood flows in her sure as any taint.  Ever will she be a walker of the lonely path.  She has not forgotten, she knows her heritage.  But Creators please understand - her heart has been stolen from her.  Stolen with smiles and chattering and touches so gentle that everything in her aches for them.  

Horror and terror and gore are everywhere they step, yet Alistair - Alistair who was always hidden from sight, Alistair who was made to sleep with the dogs, Alistair who screamed blue murder within the chantry walls just so someone would look at him -  is kind. The man is kind and she is terrified.

For it is not soft how Mahariel loves him.  It is no light, feathered bird.  No, her love for Alistair is that of a fierce thing with teeth.  From those who would do them harm, she defends him with blood on her blade and violence in her heart.  She loves him as a feral creature loves. She loves him fast and she loves him hard and there are moments when she cannot breathe for it.  

It is they two alone, after all.  Her new clan, the wardens, the family she had been promised - when the carnage clears, it is only them.

So, when she is alone at night, she swears (with venom, with steel, with a bloodlust that leaves her shaking) to do all she may to keep Alistair safe.  To keep him breathing.  To keep him from being torn away.  Anything.  She will do anything. She does not care the cost. She swears this to her ancestors, to Tamlen.  She swears this to every single one of her gods.  She swears.  She throws stones into the void and Mahariel prays that for once, just this once please please, they listen.