whatever that beverage is

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kara and alex talking about her job instead of m*nel

They don’t quite have sex all night.

Because when they’re – eventually – taking a breather, Alex checks her phone, and Maggie knows why.

And she tosses one of Alex’s sweaters onto her face immediately.

“What gives, Sawyer?” Alex emerges from the sweater with even more tousled hair than she started with, and Maggie can’t help but lean down and kiss her nose.

“You wanna go see your sister. And you should. Do you want me to come with?”

Alex squints at her for a long moment and reads everything in her eyes.

I don’t want to intrude on your sister time, and I don’t want to get in the way. But I almost lost you, Alex, forever, and I need you near me, I need you close, I need you, I need you, I need you.

“Course you can come, babe.”

“Funny, I thought I already did. Several times, in fact.”

“And you call me a nerd.”

They carry on the snark and the flirtation – and the hand holding, always the hand holding, because they’ll have to deal with the fallout of living through hell in the morning, but god at least they’re both alive and very much on earth to get through it together –  until they reach Kara’s door with two bags overflowing with potstickers.

Alex doesn’t knock, and Maggie finds herself wondering how her life would be different if her family loved her as much as Alex and Kara love each other.

Unconditionally.

Kara’s eyes are droopy and even Maggie knows it’s a terrible sign that she’s not even stress-eating anything.

“We brought potstickers,” Alex sing-songs softly, but there’s a sadness underneath her voice.

Kara hears it, and she appreciates it beyond belief. Her lower lip wobble, and she’s in Alex’s arms almost before Maggie can grab the potstickers and get them to safety.

“You almost were on the other side of the galaxy,” Kara sobbed. “I didn’t think I could do it, but you… you never stopped believing in me, and I… but that was as Supergirl, not…”

She sniffles and straightens and tears bitterly into the bag Maggie’s holding.

“Apparently Kara Danvers isn’t even worth keeping around at CatCo.”

“Kara, no.”

“Karayesh,” Kara mutters with a full mouth, and Alex is relieved that at least she’s stuffing her face.

“Oh, Little Danvers, I’m so sorry,” Maggie reaches for Kara’s forearm. “But listen, kid, you did what you thought was right. Alex lost her job, too. And she got it back. You’ll get it back, Kara.”

But Kara just shakes her head at the potstickers. “Snapper would never let me. He was… so disappointed. If Ms. Grant was here… Well, no, Ms. Grant would have run the story in the first place, she…”

Kara’s shoulders shake and Alex gathers her into her arms as Maggie leans back to send off a quick text.

Ms. Grant – Maggie Sawyer again. Sorry to bother, but Kara went out on a limb to save lives with an article, and Snapper fired her. Anything you can do?

“Kara,” Alex is whispering, over and over and over again, relishing the feeling of her sister’s safe, safe, safe, alive body in her arms, even if that body is wracking with sobs.

“CatCo was my normal, Alex, it was everything, it – I’m nothing without CatCo, I – “

“No. No no no no no. First, Maggie’s right, you might get it back, but even if you never did, Kara, you… You were the one who refused to believe us all about Lena Luthor. And look who was right? You were the one who wrote those expose articles, you were the one who figured out how to save all those missing people. You. Not Supergirl. And you… Kara, you were my sister such a long time before you were Supergirl. And my sister? My sister’s a hero. Always has been. Because my sister – you, Kara, you – you started saving my life so long before you ever put on that cape. You’re loyal, Kara, and you’re compassionate, and you are so much better, so much kinder, than I could ever hope to be. And that? After all you’ve been through, all you’ve survived? That is a superpower, Kara Danvers. And I know how much you love CatCo, and I know what it does for you, but I promise you, sis, you don’t need to ever worry that Supergirl is the only thing you have going for you. Because Kara Danvers? Pretty amazing all on her own.”

“Argyle sweaters and all, Little Danvers” Maggie kisses her cheek, and Kara smiles as she sniffles.

“I haven’t been wearing that much argyle lately.”

“Yeah, you’ve been dressing a lot gayer, Little Danvers, been meaning to ask you about that and a certain Luthor – “

Kara jumps when her phone rings and Alex arches an eyebrow at Maggie.

“Ms. Grant! Is everything alright, is Carter okay, I – ”

“I don’t know what you were thinking, Keira, with this Danvers.com fiasco, but I certainly hope that the reason you didn’t simply reach out for advice in such a dire situation was because your phone only just now miraculously recovered from whatever millennial beverage you spilled on it – “

“Ms. Grant, I – “

“No need for apologies, Kiera, I’ve called your boss and explained that in no uncertain terms is her permitted to let the most promising young reporter I’ve ever seen get scooped up by some scrap of a publication like The Planet simply because he was too hard-headed about priming you to be a reporter to see the broader picture you were trying to paint for him about, you know, that little matter of saving lives. So you’re to report back to your desk tomorrow morning, Kiera, and you are going to tolerate his wrath and you are going to tolerate the whispers from your co-workers and you are going to hold your head up high because I seem to have heard something about a ship full of refugees being rescued, and don’t think I don’t know you had quite a lot to do with that.”

Alex and Maggie beam as Kara blinks and adjusts her glasses furiously.

“Ms. Grant, I – “

“No no, none of your tired excuses or gratitude speeches, it’s too late and I’m too exhausted for either of them, just one more thing before I end this conversation: I’m proud of you, Kara. I am so, so very proud of you.”

The line disconnects before Kara can splutter out anything even resembling words, and when she falls asleep an hour or two later snuggled between Alex and Maggie on her bed, it’s with a smile on her face and something that feels like confidence in Kara Danvers in her heart.

Kidge Week, Days 1 and 3 (Jealousy, Change)

Strolls up with unedited fic for Day 1 of @kidgeweek two days late, desperately clutching an empty can of Red Bull

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Paring: Keith x Pidge
Words: 4528
Tags: Jealousy, post-war, swearing, innuendo, translation errors

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“Hangin’ in there, man?”

For someone who out-massed and out-muscled most, Hunk could move with surprising delicacy when he set his mind to it. Keith had been in the line of fire - figuratively and literally - enough by now not to startle when Hunk’s voice piped up right at his side, but the serene smile on Hunk’s face told Keith that he’d been caught. His fixation on the beings clustered throughout the ballroom had left him blind to Hunk’s approach.

“I’m fine,” was Keith’s curt reply.

Six years was a long enough time for both to know that Keith meant no offense and Hunk took none; Hunk laughed and pointed to the small plate in Keith’s left hand.

“You may be fine, but what about that poor napkin?”

Keith’s right hand stilled. The napkin on his plate had been torn into a fine crumble, the victim of a racing mind and a need to fidget.

“I guess I’m a bit bored,” he conceded.

That wasn’t quite it though, and Keith’s words must have been even less convincing than his voice, given the way Hunk shook his head and let out a short hum. Keith sent up a prayer that Hunk would question no further, and for once the universe seemed to answer: Hunk opened his mouth, and at that exact moment, a familiar voice rose up from the other side of the room.

“Hunk! This one requests your presence for the purposes of an introduction!”

Even in a room crowded with aliens of all types, Shay stood out from the rest. Like Hunk, she towered over the more diminutive species present, and it was as impossible to miss her waving hand as it was to miss the way Hunk’s smile softened as he waved back.

“Well, I guess I gotta go over there for a bit, but try not to be a wallflower all night. Go ask Pidge to dance or something.”

Keith blinked, then whipped around to face Hunk, scowl fixed to deliver, but Hunk had already begun to leave as stealthily as he’d arrived.

“But no one is dancing!” Keith called after him.

“I know!”

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Do you have a link to the drink mixing post(s)? Because I am both intrigued and terrified of whatever the "Cursed Beverage" is.

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Impossible

Credence Barebone x Reader

Rain fell fiercely, soaking the poor souls that passed by the dark streets in a hurry to just get home after a hard day of work.

His quiet, though watchful eyes stared at the people from above, blurred little ants that ran to escape the heavy water drops, same ones that hit against the thick window he stood by. His cheap hotel room was simple as himself; gray walls, lack of furniture and small bathroom with a tub that barely had space for his form.

He was a ticking bomb, but in his loneliness, he covertly learned how to control it.

He was out of radar and living in the shadows, gladly managing to escape Grindelwald’s grip. For all he knew, everyone in New York thought he was dead. At least he liked to think that way; deep inside he still had the feeling that the wizard knew about his whereabouts and that paranoid feeling of being watched never really faded away. Boston seemed like a good place to live, so far.

It was all going smoothly. No one minded him. He got a plain job and no one asked him questions, no one cared about where he was from, no one seemed to give him a second glance. It was much like New York itself…

… Until he met you.

You came along, pierced his heart and made yourself at home without any permission.

You were the woman who crashed into his life uninvited and ruined everything he worked so hard to sustain. Now it seemed as if to stop thinking about you, as simple as it sounded, was an impossible task. Your voice, your laugh, the way you would batter your eyelashes at him and blush whenever he looked at you the right way… Or was it wrong way? He did not even know.

Credence did not have a clue. He had never felt that way before.

He closed his eyes and sighed. It was not like him. What was happening?

All his life, Credence was deprived of love and affection. The closest he felt to cared about was when Tina saved him from his mother and when Mr. Scamander tried to help him, but that was a decade ago or more. He lost count.

These people were in the past, a past he wished to leave behind at all costs.

He did not need love. He was fine without it.

He could not trust anyone but himself.

So why did you insist on showing up? Or why was it that he often found himself inside the doors of the fancy club you sang at? Why did you want to destroy the walls he worked so hard to build back after feeling so betrayed by Mr. Graves, or whoever he thought was him?

He needed to let it go, to let you go.

He could not let you in. It had to stop.

He had to forget about you. He needed to push the thought of you away.


You did not know how long you spent looking at the same spot of the adorned mirror that reflected your exhausted complexion.

You saw him.

He did not notice you at all.

You could not stop the ironic chuckle that escaped your throat.

Since you turned sixteen… All those years you spent taking advantage of your stunning beauty, using men, making the rich give you all kinds of jewelry and luxurious gowns, shoes, taking you to the most expensive parties and clubs… You were charming, owner of a powerful and lovely voice, not to mention an actress of undeniable talent.

It was useless with him, though.

He simply did not see you.

You would get on stage with eyes that looked out for him and him only. Rare times, he would be there. In those days, it was as if the show was performed only for him. Nobody else existed in the crowd and still, every time your eyes met, he looked away, taking a nonchalant sip of whatever beverage he always had, his free hand inside his pocket, as if you were just a cheap act, as if you meant nothing.

You sighed, staring at your reflection once more, putting on a fake smile, the one that got you through every night.

How cruel life could be.


Months passed since you had last seen him.

It was crazy, you knew. A lady should not be doing this, but then again… Could you really be considered a lady? Who were you? You had no idea. Only thing you knew was that you always got what you wanted and right then, there was only one thing you wanted…

Him.

You were used to not seeing him for days, but he would show up at least once a week. Never gone for weeks, months! It was absurd! It was outrageous!

It was driving you insane.

You needed your dose of him and you had enough of the abstinence.

You knew you should not be doing what you were about to, but you felt crazed and acted as such. When you think you have nothing to lose, you are inclined to throw caution and common sense to the wind.

Footsteps were heard, louder and louder. Your heart raced. Was it he? You had second thoughts; biting one of your perfectly polished nails, you thought that if it was not him, maybe you should just leave and forget about this madness.

As the doorknob turned, though, you knew it was too late to go back.

After torturing minute of silence, you heard the door slide open. The pale moonlight lit up his face in the darkness as he moved.

You stared at him from across the room. As soon as his eyes fell upon you, he paused, a flash of shock showing through his stare.

You observed patiently, making no sound. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he took off his coat, let it hung up by the door, finally looking at you once more, and then out of his window. You leaned against his wall, staring at his ethereal complexion touched by the blueish rays of light.

“What are you doing in my room?” His deep, now steadier voice inquired, so cold and distant.

You knew you should feel discouraged by his words. You should be embarrassed. You probably should apologize and leave; you had intruded his place – it took you no more than a charming smile to the gatekeeper, an autograph and it was all needed to have his keys and a permit to get inside the building.You were out of line and you knew it.

You did not care, though.

You needed your dose of him. You wanted to look at him; you thought it would be enough to satisfy your heart.

Big mistake.

“I had to see you.” You stated, your enchanting voice faltering just slightly.

He hesitated. You watched the clash of feelings inside his eyes, but it was not long until that blank, expressionless look was back on his face.

He waited for you to speak, but no more words came. He closed his eyes, a hand running through his now disheveled, short but messy hair.

He had to push you away.

“Very well. You saw me. Please leave, now.”

Again, no words came from you. He took a deep breath. You were too persistent and he did not have the will to waste time with all of it. He was not like the men he thought you clung to. What did you want from him?

“Please do not let me ask you again.” Credence pressed on, noticing your coat and picking it up as if to give you a clue he was serious about it, opening the door and looking at his feet, waiting for you to move.

“Alright.” You whispered, sighing. Walking towards the door where he stood, you watched as he held out your coat for you to take, not even lifting his eyes to spare you one last glance.

It hurt. It hurt terribly and you fought the urge to press your hand to your heart.

“Y/N.” You spoke, so close that he could feel the lovely scent that came from your hair and clothes. It was somehow intoxicating.

He hesitated again. He should not care about it. He did not ask your name. In fact, he knew it from the many posters around town, posters that announced your shows, always showing your beautiful smiles and poses.

“Credence.” He murmured, his voice hoarse, raw.

Your heart skipped a thousand beats in one spare second.

It happened too fast… Before he could anticipate it, your hand reached out and touched his cheek tenderly. He hastily took a step back, as if you had burned him. You gasped softly, alarmed, recoiling and trying hard to ignore the sharp stab that assaulted your heart once more.

“Please leave, get out. Now! Get out!” His voice was louder and desperate.

You did not think twice and nodded nervously, storming out of the small apartment, tears streaming down your face as you hurried down stairs, walking out the building and running as fast as your heels allowed, the cold heavy rain striking every part of your body.

Credence breathed heavily, horrified. He stared at the opened door after a moment; his own heartbeats were painful inside his chest.

You probably hated him now.

It was probably for the good, as well.

So why did he feel so… Wrong?

He was about to run a hand through his hair again, but was stopped as he realized he was still holding your coat. He sighed, helplessly. He lived in a distant part of the town. It was a fact you had to cross a long way to reach him. Now you were out in the freezing rain in that ridiculously thin dress, most likely soaked to the bone. With no coat.

He grabbed his own coat and followed your steps the best he could. Luckily, your high, expensive and now ruined heels prevented you from going very far.

“Y/N!” He tried, calling out for you.

Your heart almost stopped, but you forced yourself to ignore his voice, walking faster instead.

Credence frowned, irritated. He definitely was not used to this. Where all people this confusing or was it only this woman?

Finally catching up, he hesitated before closing his hand around your slim arm and pulling you to a halt, accidentally making you spin and crash against his chest.

“Sorry, I…” He stared, blushing lightly.

“No, please save it.” You cut him, shakily. Your tears streamed down with the rain, ruining your make up. “You were in your right, I was completely out of line and I do apologize. Now, if you will excuse me.” You bowed shortly before turning around again to leave.

You did not go far, though, for he still had his soft, although firm grip on your arm.

“What?” You hissed, annoyed, feeling utterly humiliated and broken.

“You forgot this.” He stated, both now soaked from head to toe.

You looked at him and then at his hand, spotting your then ruined coat.

You blinked a couple of times, feeling a new wave of shame washing through… And laughed bitterly.

“Of course! Why, thank you, kind sir!” You exclaimed, feeling ridiculous. “And here was I, thinking you actually had come after me, that you were worried. No! You just wanted to return me a spoiled coat!”

He frowned. “I think the only spoiled thing here is you, miss.”

His words felt like a slap on your face. You tugged your arm free. “It was a mistake. I should never have come after you.” You spat, as a wounded animal, walking away again.

Credence had no idea why watching you go made him feel so lost.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted, frustrated.

You stopped as soon as you heard him; all your feelings needed an escape or else you would burst. What did you want from him? Did you hear him right?

All right then.

Turning around, you walked to him with determined steps, a look of pure anger in your face and he braced himself, sure that you would smack him or anything of the sort.

Stopping right in front of him, your delicate hands grasped fistfuls of his white shirt and you pulled him to a bruising, harsh kiss.

Suddenly the world stopped spinning and all sounds ceased for Credence. The cold rain had no effect against the burning fever your lips inflicted to him. Slowly and instinctively, his hands rested around you, still uncertain. One kiss followed the other, until you were both out of breath and broke apart, noticing people had started to give you disapproving looks due to the public display of affection.

“I have no money. No possessions. I am a no one.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“I don’t care.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder.

He flinched lightly with the new contact. “I am not… I am not normal. I am not… safe. You do not understand.”

You lifted your head just enough to whisper in his ear. “I don’t care, Credence.” You sighed and the action brought shivers down his entire body. “Let me in.”

“I cannot. Please, I cannot.” He pleaded.

“What about what I want?” You pulled away, your hands still on his shirt. “Let me in… Credence, please!”

“I will never make you happy. There are so many secrets… Just please leave. Forget me.”

“How can I forget you… No, Credence. Please… Let me cherish you, love you and we will both be happy! You can make me happy! I care not about the money… And… And if you say you are dangerous… Is there people after you? I do not mind, we can go anywhere… P-Please!” You found yourself in despair without any clue of why. You felt him slipping away and for some reason, it broke your heart. Why could that be? When you knew so little about him?

Love? He only realized the importance of those words when they left your mouth, but it could not be helped. You had no idea of what he was. He was sure you would think differently if you ever found out.

He sighed, his hands trembling as he gently loosened your grip on him. His dark eyes found yours again and he handed you the coat, stepping away.

“Thank you…” He started, taking another step backwards. “Do not look for me anymore.” He said with a sad, almost imperceptible smile on his face. “Forget about me, Y/N. I am not who you think I am. Stay away from me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you behind.

You stood in the rain, watching until he was out of sight. You felt as if he had stabbed your heart and left you there, to bleed.

It was over.

It was over before it had even begun.

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Zen OPPA to the rescue! Now you know this boy will be coming in to save MC’s butt no matter what she needs. 

There’s a bomb in her house? He’s there. 

Psycho is about to kill her? He’s about to throw down some fists. 

MC is crying because she stubbed her toe on the foot of the couch? He’ll punch the crap out that couch. Not that it would help but it makes MC smile :)

Now this one will have definite mention of sexy time activities in it and expletives so be warned before reading- but if it doesn’t bother you, hopefully you enjoy! … oh and that brevity thing? Yeah I killed it. There is no such thing as brevity. Meet its replacement- big ass chunk of text >_

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Let’s play never have I ever with my muse!

Each time my muse has done something, they must take a drink of whatever alcoholic beverage you want them to have. These questions can be as invasive as you want, there are no boundaries. Let’s just hope your muse has a high alcohol tolerance!

college bf jin

hey y’all, so we’re starting this bts college boyfriend series, here’s 1/7 our queen, kim seokjin (aka seokdaddy), enjOY!!!

  • you’d be dating jin (duh)
  • and you both lived a few hours away from your hometowns
  • probably met at an extracurricular club at school
  • you were always dying for tuesday nights to come around bc that meant you’d see jin
  • and one night after your club met, he’d ask if you wanted to grab dinner with him
  • you obvs wouldn’t turn that offer down
  • like hello seokjin asking u out hell ya
  • after dinner he’d be like wow ur rlly cool we need to hang out again
  • and so you’d exchange numbers and he’d walk you to ur dorm
  • so y'all chill again next week
  • and the week after
  • and the week after
  • until you guys are hanging out everyday of every week
  • it’s not until 3 weeks before you guys head home for the holidays that he asks you to be his and ur just like ya bitch it’s about time!
  • you spend a lot of ur time in his dorm room
  • also becoming friends with his roommate hoseok
  • u and him are pretty tight too bc y'all are in the same program
  • anyway
  • so like the night before your big ass exam ur stressing the fuck out and jin knows ur dying in ur room bc it’s 9pm and u haven’t responded to his texts/calls all day 
  • probably haven’t eaten yet either 
  • so he makes the initiative to go to room and get you outta there regardless of ur exam
  • he takes you to his room and locks the door behind u so fast ur a little worried lowkey
  • “hoseok’s not here dw"
  • ur like “ok…"
  • he hands you a paper bag that’s like rlly heavy and u take out what’s in it
  • surprise ur absolute fav food
  • “pls eat, babe, you’ve been working ur pretty little ass off all day”
  • u just smile bc wow jin is literally tOO sweet for u
  • after u eat, he turns the lights off and turns the lamp on and throws ur garbage out for u
  • “lie down”
  • “jin I still have to finish studying”
  • “were you gonna study all night?”
  • “yes”
  • “then take a nap”
  • he proceeds to remove the comforter off the bed and gestures u to lie down
  • and ofc he lies down beside you
  • but wAIT, he gets up and ur looking at him like bitch wtf get back in bed with me it’s cold!!!!
  • but he gets up to open the curtains bc he knows how much u enjoy the scenery outside of his dorm room
  • (not urs tho bc u can only see campus buildings from ur window ew)
  • and you guys are both wearing ur university hoodies so y’all are toasty warm kinda
  • lying down in his bed, you have ur head in his chest and his chin is on top of ur head
  • he has his arms gently placed on your body
  • ur drained as fuck so as ur drifting off to sleep he whispers
  • “don’t worry i’ll wake u up in an hour”
  • and u can always rely on him
  • u felt him slightly move
  • probably bc he was setting an alarm on his phone
  • y'all fall asleep for a little while feeling cozy as fuck in the cold winter weather in his cute little dorm room
  • but u guys are woken up less than an hour later
  • (like literally 5 minutes before jin’s alarm goes off)
  • bc loud ass hoseok barges in with his bae 
  • and they’re laughing so loud as always
  • u feel jin’s head move and u hear him telling them to shut the fuck up
  • bc hello he cares so much about u
  • “shit”
  • “let’s go to my room hobi”
  • “ok”
  • they leave
  • jin’s alarm goes off literally 2 mins later
  • and ur like “20 more mins”
  • he’s like are u sure
  • ur like ya
  • anyway 20 mins later he walks u to ur dorm
  • and tells u to ring his phone down if u need absolutely anything and he leaves
  • but 6 hours later when it’s 7am, you’ve got an hour to get ready for ur 8am exam
  • someone comes in
  • and it’s not ur roommate bc that binch is whO knows where
  • it’s jin with a cup of tea/coffee/whatever caffeinated beverage u prefer
  • and a breakfast sandwich that he bought from the cafe that’s literally a 30 second walk from ur dorms
  • “good luck y/n you’ll kill it, i gotta go to class now but i love you a lot”
  • then he kisses u and leaves
Winter Fluff~

I asked, and you delivered! Now it’s my turn.~ Thank you to everyone who sent me a message with character suggestions, and as stated earlier I’m doing your five most requested. But don’t worry, if you’re fave isn’t here you can always send an ask my way and it’ll be on my request list.~ 

Also fyi for those not following me this is mostlyfluffy winter headcanons for some Overwatch characters! I’m doing winter-y ones because not everyone celebrates Christmas, yknow? I wanna give everyone a gift they can enjoy this season. That said, here are the winners: Lúcio, Genji. McCree, Reaper, and Mei! 


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25 ways to show your love, to a busy aspirational student
  • 1. Tell them that they're working hard. Remind them that they are doing enough because self doubt is the biggest bitch.
  • 2. Listen to them talk about what they want to do in the future. Let them share their goals and listen to whatever problems they're having.
  • 3. Buy them coffee (or other preferred beverage).
  • 4. While your at it pick up a muffin.
  • 5. Give them space. They need it.
  • 6. A hug a day keeps the shitty thoughts mildly away.
  • 7. Smile a whole fucking lot.
  • 8. Remind them often that they can take a break and that it will help them push forward not set them back.
  • 9. Ask them if they want a study buddy, sometimes company helps.
  • 10. Respect their wishes. If they say no, let it go, especially if they're having a good day.
  • 11. Make an effort to spend time with them just so they know that you care.
  • 12. Send a text their way before a test.
  • 13. Ask how exams went and not in a 'I want to know if I did better then you say'
  • 14. However a little competitiveness is good (as long as it's not destructive),power both of you to do better and achieve your own personnel goals.
  • 15. Separate your goals! Be individual and don't let your goals pull your loved one back.
  • 16. Be interested in their work!
  • 17. Support their choices. It probably took a long time to figure out what they wanted to do and as long as you don't think the choice is obviously a bad idea you should validate them.
  • 18. Encouragement is always appreciated.
  • 19. Ask and care about how their sleep is.
  • 20. Make an active effort to know a lot about them. It will help out later I promise.
  • 21. Don't pretend to care about things you really don't. Although the effort will be appreciated it's actually pretty discouraging.
  • 22. Treat them every once in a while. The effort will be returned and seriously it's the nicest thing.
  • 23. Keep up communication. Especially during exam periods keep talking to them and let them know your there for them.
  • 24. Share your thoughts and problems, communication is super important.
  • 25. And lastly, just tell them you love them. It's honestly the most uplifting thing.

As Ariel entered Lydia’s house, she looked around, eyes scanning the room for the birthday girl as she noticed that everyone already seemed to be drinking whatever beverage had been served and dancing. When she heard someone speak up from behind her, she moved and walked a little more inside, voice a bit loud since it was hard to hear over the music. “Hey, have you seen Lyds? I wanted to say Happy Birthday to the birthday girl!”

baka--sama  asked:

Hello~ Can I have headcanon for akaashi and sugawara ? What they like, what type of s/o they would like to have and fluffy things about them. Btw love your soulmate au !!!👌🏆🏆🏆 It was so... perfect👌👌 Thank you ! Bye!

Omg thank you so much!!!! Man, I have a personal weakness for soulmate!AUs because I’m trash so it was a lot of fun writing one of my favorite prompts for one of my favorite characters ᕦ( ᐛ )ᕤ

Akaashi:

  • He would mesh really well with a kind and friendly person
  • He would just be so amazed by someone who can keep giving to others and expect nothing in return, and it would give him the chance to be a little selfish as well
    • For a lot of his life, he probably spent it reigning himself in to look out for others, so it would mean worlds to him if his s/o actually put him first for once in his life
  • When he’s off the court, he likes to play with things to keep his hands occupied
    • Usually, it’ll be something like twirling pencils, squeezing stress balls, snapping rubber bands, etc.
    • Generally anything simple and repetitive to help him channel his excess energy and focus 
    • But, he particularly likes holding his s/o’s hands and playing with they hair (if it’s long enough, he’ll attempt to braid it if they’ll let him, but he’s not very good at it)
  • Despite usually being the voice of reason in the relationship, Akaashi’s resolve crumbles the moment his s/o widens their eyes and pouts just right
    • the method is so effective that he was almost suckered into letting his s/o raise a stray cat at his house even though he knew his parents would have been livid
    • but Akaashi is a cat person all the way, so he was kind of into it anyways
  • He is a very dedicated boyfriend, a total angel
    • He stores away many of the little details you mention to him in passing, especially when you talk about something you’d like to buy for yourself, to pull out during your birthday and holiday season
    • His presents never fail to delight you
    • He would also remember all of your anniversaries, your birthday, your parents’ birthdays, your parents’ anniversary, etc.
    • And, for each one, he would have a little gift and a handmade card prepared
  • His s/o’s family absolutely adores him because he’s perfect
    • He always makes sure his s/o is home in time for curfew and is super polite when talking to their parents
    • Also becomes like an older brother to any of his s/o’s younger siblings once he relaxes a bit more around them
  • His favorite kind of date would be something like taking a walk around town and doing whatever catches his or his s/o’s eyes
    • it’s the perfect blend of safely planned and spontaneous that gets him excited, not to mention that no two dates are ever the same so it never gets old
    • he also gets to learn something new about his s/o every time, so that’s a perk too
  • Stargazing would have been a close second, except for the fact that this boy can fall asleep in .003 seconds lord help him
    • what goes from a cute date spent cuddling and observing the sky turns into a cute date of cuddling and his s/o observing him as he snoozes
    • he’s always apologetic when his s/o eventually shakes him awake so they can head home, but his s/o never minds
    • they’re just happy to be with him, and, knowing that, he resolves to make the next date more successful
  • Going to cafes for coffee, however, is a big no
    • Akaashi is already fidgety, so caffeine will turn that finger-twiddling into full-blown leg shaking and hands jittering
    • he’ll still go if his s/o needs a pick-me-up, but he stares disdainfully at whatever caffeinated beverage they purchase, more so if they try to jokingly offer him a sip
    • Don’t mention Starbucks to this child. Just don’t.

Sugawara:

  • One of the least picky when it comes to their s/o
    • He’s the type to get along  with almost anyone
    • But one thing he actively looks for is how trusting or forgiving someone is
    • Very cynical people would naturally clash with his optimistic nature, so that could cause a lot of friction
    • He’d also really admire people who work hard even in the face of adversity because he’s been there, done that, and knows how hard it is
  • Another perfect boyfriend
    • He’s always a gentleman on dates, paying for everything, holding doors open for his s/o, and carrying their bags for them
    • And it’s obvious that a lot of planning goes into those dates because he is a total sweetheart and would only want the best for his s/o
  • Would definitely be terrified of his s/o’s parents at first, specifically their father, although he would still do his best to win them over
  • Has a chronic case of icy cold hands (unless it’s summertime, in which case they’ll just be clammy)
    • His favorite thing to do in the winter is to sneak up on his s/o and slip his frigid fingers under their scarf
    • He’d snicker mischievously when they yelp, but play innocent when they accuse him of it
  • Very ticklish, so his s/o definitely uses that against him
    • If he’s ever keeping a secret from them (such as what their birthday gift was) tickling him would be a great form of interrogation
    • Seriously, just run a finger up his side and he’ll practically be in tears as he squirms away
  • He is a big fan of forehead kisses, giving and receiving
    • If his s/o is shorter than him, he’ll definitely take advantage of that by pressing a quick kiss against their forehead the moment he sees them, when they have to leave, and at any random moment in between
    • Even if they’re taller than him, he’ll just constantly be tugging them down so he can reach their forehead and give them a swift peck
    • And oh boy when his s/o kisses him on the forehead this poor boy is just ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear with a cute little blush rising to his cheeks
  • Enjoys subtle PDA
    • He likes holding hands, ruffling their hair, etc.
    • But anything bolder than a quick peck on the cheeks causes warmth to shoot to his ears as he puts firetrucks to shame
  • He would definitely be the dork to take his s/o out and play in the rain
    • Even though he’s usually responsible enough to not risk his or his s/o’s health for trivial things, he does have his weak points
    • And dancing around in the rain, as cliche as it sounds, is one of them
    • Although, if his s/o doesn’t particularly enjoy getting wet, cuddling under the sheets with a window cracked open and listening to the sound of the rain outside is just as good
Do something for you.

School is stressful, and the pressure you put on yourself is great because it is motivating you to do your best, but it might also be having a negative impact, too. Take just a few minutes to do something that will make you happy!

  • Stand up and stretch your muscles!
  • Make some tea/coffee/whatever your favorite beverage is.
  • Take a quick walk outside. The fresh air will leave you rejuvenated!
  • Make a list of the things you love about yourself!
  • Call your grandparents, they miss you!
  • Go pet your cat or dog.

Just do something that is going to make you happy and relieve some of that tension and stress, because you deserve it!

bluefishylove  asked:

yoongi/hoseok/namjoon (with namjoon uterly bottom to both) I would die for some 3some or sugamon/namseok (still nam!uke) badboy!suga/hoseok [of school] helping artnerd!namjoon when school gangs getting a like at him and torture him around au pwease? .w. whatever you like best~

don’t try to fix it (if it keeps getting better and better)

yoongi/namjoon/hoseok, pg15, au

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Less than a minute had passed since Eunji checked her watch last. Had she arrived too early? Looking around, searching for the other, her eyes soon trailed back down to her wrist as she checked once more; tapping its glass lightly this time to make sure it was still going. They were late indeed. About half an hour to be exact and something was telling her that they weren’t planning on showing up either. So after shotting down whatever was left of the beverage in front of her, she got up from her seat, threw some cash onto the table for the waiter to have and began to walk away from the outdoors area feeling somewhat upset.

frutimemes  asked:

kronos, nyx, rhea and dionysus for the ask meme pls!

kronos: answered but i’ve also eaten so many things without checking if they have peanuts in so they were all fuckin stupid decisions and i couldve died and i’m a fool that’s the moral of the story

nyx: answered!

rhea: what’s your favourite type of nature?

hm vague, i really love lakes and rivers in forests, they’re a definite liminal space. anywhere with rabbits is automatically blessed, same with deer, and so is anywhere with trees you can climb really high in, so yeah. forests with rivers and lakes in the sunshine

dionysus: do you drink alcohol? if so, what’s your beverage of choice?

oh boy i do. my beverage of choice is whatever’s available, preferably something with a high alcohol content. i’ll drink anything as long as it’ll get me drunk

thank youuuu!! 💜💚

The Office (With Sehun, pt 1)

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

genre: angst
3255 words

Summary: You have a hot boss. Do you need any other summary to the story?

pt 2

“Why do you need this job?”

The question makes you laugh. Why else would anyone apply at a job in this economy? It’s for the money. It’s the same reason for you and for everyone else in this building.

If you weren’t so tired of being interviewed so often, you wouldn’t have burst out such a sarcastic answer. Now you were sure not to get the job and you’d have to move back in with your parents after being evicted from your apartment for avoiding rent for two months.

“Because I’d rather not starve.”

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Used Condoms- Yoongi Angst (M)

Marked M for mature content. SMUT WARNING

Cold winter nights, the rain’s pitter patter against your window, blankets on the sofa, the t.v. on, and a half-eaten cold take-away dinner laid on the coffee table, as you dozed off across the sofa with a book rested on your chest, this was what your daily routine had become lately. Suga was late, always late. You knew when this relationship started that Suga’s true love was music, but you had always hoped you’d get just a little bit of his time, whatever was left over, because you loved him as much as he loved music. But lately he had no time left for you.

At first you accepted it, you understood that he was nervous with the new comeback, with producing, with practicing, but it had been weeks since, and he still wasn’t home in time to even get into bed with you. You missed him, you missed his voice, his arms around you, you missed sleeping with him, and you missed him intimately. You’d started to feel really lonely.

“Hey, don’t worry about it Y/N. You know what it’s like, he gets too caught up with music sometimes.” Jimin smiled at you faintly. He was trying really hard to cheer you up, but he knew he was failing miserably, and he knew Suga’s absence couldn’t be excused.

He worked hard, but so did Jimin, and he managed to get home in time for dinner, he managed to text you back when you were sad about Yoongi, he managed to dedicate some of his time to the things that mattered to him, like Skyping his parents, and talking to you. Your job wasn’t easy either but you always tried to shift your schedule to fit around Suga’s, and he hated that Suga wouldn’t take that into consideration either. Jimin hated seeing his friend so upset. He felt torn in two, because you were both his friends, and he didn’t know what to do to improve the situation.

“I know Jiminnie but he cares more about music than he cares about me. And I knew it would be that way when we started, but now he doesn’t even have time for me at all.” You told him, your voice cracking with the sentence. Jimin’s heart felt constricted by a large iron hand in his chest.

“Yah! Don’t be sad Y/N! I know! Let’s get really drunk tonight and drink away our sorrows!” he told you with a cheeky grin on his face. You looked at him like he had gone crazy.

“Jimin you have practice tomorrow morning and I have to go to work!” You laughed, as he stood up to rummage through your drawers, trying to find whatever alcoholic beverages you could possibly have in your home.

“I’ll set an alarm! Come on! Let’s have fun! When was the last time you did something fun?” He asked you, and that’s when it hit you, it had been months since you had done anything remotely fun with someone. You’d been so caught up hoping Yoongi would come home from the studio, and so desperate to see him at night, that you just didn’t want to go out at night in case you missed the chance.

“Bring the bottles, top left shelf.” You told him, pointing towards it. Jimin smiled, he knew he had won the fight.

It was one drink, and then another, and another, until you lost count and almost two bottles had gone between the both of you. You had more tequila in your veins than you had blood. Things started to get confused in your brain, your vision became blurry and your movements sluggish and clumsy. Jimin laughed uncontrollably as he slurred his speech.

“But I-hic!- I love him Jimin! All I want is for someone to-hic!-love me back!” You hiccupped.

Yah! Y/N! Any man would be lucky to have you!” Jimin slurred, and you could barely understand what he said. You both sat next to each other with a half empty glass of what you believed was vodka and some mixer in your hands. It all tasted the same to you at this point.

“But I love him! And I-hic!-I miss his arms around me and I miss-hic! I miss sex Jimin.” You told him, finally blurting out what had been bothering you for days now. After all a human has needs.

Yoongi-hyung is stupid if he is giving up the chance to sleep with someone as hot as you.” Jimin slurred once again. You turned to look at him, and waved your hand, spilling some of the alcohol onto the floor.

“You think I’m hot?” You asked him, this time without hiccups.  Jimin let out a peal of laughter.

“Of course! We all think you are hot. We wonder how Yoongi-hyung even managed to get someone like you. We probably have all thought about you in more than friendly terms before, but we would never say anything, for hyung’s sake.” Jimin told you, his speech slightly less slurred than before, as he stared into your eyes with his deep, dark eyes with puffy lids.

“Do you want me?” You asked him. Your voice was low, and thick, and you probably sounded like a truck from all the alcohol that had gone down your throat. And somewhere in the back of your head you could hear a voice telling you to stop, to shut up, to go to bed and tell Jimin to leave, but you ignored it, too drunk, to hurt to care.

Jimin swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He wanted to chug down another full glass of whatever he was drinking. He couldn’t remember. He knew if he answered he would end up regretting it in the morning, but he also knew that right now, he was too drunk to care.

“Yes.” He replied, thickly.

“Kiss me.” You ordered him, and you didn’t have to ask him twice. It felt wrong, it felt right, it was weird and clumsy, and passionate at the same time. His lips crashed onto yours immediately, harshly, and they devoured them, hungrily, passionately, desperately. His hands roamed your body and you let them, perhaps you had always wanted Jimin, perhaps you just wanted to punish Suga. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

He picked you up in his muscular arms, and took you to your bedroom. The room you shared with Yoongi, and threw you onto the mattress. How many times had it felt your weight and Yoongi’s together? Did it feel betrayed now?

Jimin’s hands roamed your body, and began undressing you, your clothes flying across the room alongside his. His lips peppered your body with soft kisses, his teeth dug into your skin without leaving permanent marks, and his fingers traced all your curves and edges. You moaned underneath him. You wished it was Suga, but it wasn’t. Jimin knew it, but he had wanted you for so long he wasn’t about to pass the opportunity. You both felt guilty, but somehow it made it even better.

Jimin thrusted into you quickly, harshly, he didn’t take time to love you right. There was no love. It felt good, but it felt empty. You moaned, making him go faster. You could hear him grunt above you, but it wasn’t Suga’s voice. Your nails dug into his back, trying to hold onto something, as he fucked you hard. You moaned out his name, as the familiar knot in your stomach started to appear again, growing fast.

“FUCK Y/N I’M ABOUT TO-“ But he didn’t finish his sentence, before he started groaning, with sloppy thursts. You screamed out his name, as the pleasure unfolded, making you see white.

You were both left panting on the bed, wondering what the hell you had just done. The alcohol had started to wear off, and you were sobering up. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. What if Suga came back right now and saw you two?

Who were you kidding, Suga hadn’t been home in 4 days.

Jimin pulled the condom off his member, and tied a not on it, before dropping it onto the floor, before promising that he would throw it away tomorrow. You were too tired to care. You fell asleep, resting your head on his bicep, as he laid on his side against you, spooning you.

The following morning, you both woke up to the sound of his alarm, with splitting headaches and a desperate need for water. You stared at his naked body beside you and had to drown a scream.

“JIMIN!” You hissed at him. Jimin finished waking up, and looked at you, covering your bare chest with the sheets.

“Oh my God…” He panicked, his eyes opening wide.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You asked him, your eyes filled with panic.

“Y/N that’s a stupid question. Oh my God… Oh My God, I’m so sorry. I should have never suggested drinking… I’m so sorry. FUCK. Yoongi will kill me…” Jimin screamed panicked, as he picked up his clothes, and got dressed quickly.

“I think we should probably talk about this later.” He told you, as he walked out the door, ready to go to his morning practice. You gathered all your clothes from the floor, and threw them in the laundry basket, before jumping in the shower, hoping to wash away the dirty feeling you had been left with from the previous night. You wanted to erase all evidence from your skin. You felt dirty, you felt wrong. You felt guilty.

You got dressed quickly, and without even drying your hair, you got dressed, did your make up simply and rushed out the door to get to work as early as you could, with the bottles from the previous night in a bag that you’d throw away in the recycle bin. You had a lot to think about.

Yoongi sluggishly made his way inside his home. He threw his practice bag at the floor, somewhere to the side, and dragged his feet across the floor towards the kitchen. You should have been back from work by now, today was the day you worked half time, but he could hear how empty the flat was.

He poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down. He wanted to take a shower, he felt dirty, but he was tired. Should he nap on the bed and then shower, or should he shower and nap? He walked towards your shared room anyway, ready to get a change of clothes.

When was the last time he had been home? 4 days maybe? He hadn’t spent any time with you in months. He had to admit he had expected you to be home when he arrived, he was looking forward to it, but at the same time, he knew you probably were not going to keep waiting for him all day long.

He walked into the room with his eyes semi closed, and dragged himself towards his closet. He pulled out a large t-shirt and some sweats and boxers. He turned around to place them on the bed. That’s when he saw it. It was on the floor, standing out like a neon sign, looking back at him mockingly. A used condom.

He felt a whirlwind of emotions go through him, all at the same time. Shock, anger, sadness, disappointment, disgust, guilt, panic, and so many more emotions he could not place, went through his mind and heart.

He wanted to yell, he wanted to cry, he wanted to find you, and demand an explanation, because he hoped there’d be an innocent explanation as to how it was all a misunderstanding. He didn’t touch the item, he left it on the floor, accusing, as he walked back to the living room with his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He wanted to be sick, he felt vomit creeping up his throat, he couldn’t breathe.

He sat on the sofa, with his hands nervously twirling on his lap, waiting for you to come home, fighting the tears and the nausea.

You walked into your home about half an hour later, with some bags in your hands. You placed the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, and began emptying them, when you noticed Suga sitting on one of your sofas. You had to do a double take to ensure you weren’t just day dreaming. But no, he was there, he was real, and suddenly you felt like shit.

His eyes were rimmed red, his face was puffy, and his expression was the perfect blend of pain and anger.

“Yoongi I-“

“Is the used condom yours?” He asked you, cutting you off. You stuttered. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth suddenly dried up.

“Yoongi…”

“Yoongi nothing. Is the used condom in OUR bedroom yours?” He insisted, his voice cracking with every word. He didn’t want to hear the answer, he knew it already, but he had to ask.

“Yes.” You replied, looking down in shame, your voice quivering.

Yoongi felt the air in his body abandon him suddenly. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. He felt the tears build up in his eyes until he could no longer see clearly.

“Do I know him?” he asked next. He didn’t need to know why, he knew why. He knew it was partly his fault, he knew he had been slowly losing you every day he spent away, he lost you while he was lost in music. And at the end of the day, although it was you that cheated, it was he who neglected you, and it was no excuse, but he could understand. Part of him didn’t blame you. Part of him did. He felt anger bubbling away in his stomach, while his heart constricted with pain.

“Yes.” You breathed out, closing your eyes tightly, letting a few tears roll down your rosy cheeks. Suga had started crying too, his entire body shook.

“Who?” He asked, this time knowing for certain he didn’t want an answer to the question, but also knowing he needed one. You looked up at him with guilt in your eyes, your bottom lip quivered.

“Jimin…” You whispered, falling to your knees and beginning to sob, your body shaking violently with every sob, as your hands covered your face in shame.

Yoongi’s heart shattered. Jimin was his friend, his protégé, his brother. He trusted Jimin with his life. He wanted to run, he wanted to scream, to break things, to shake you and ask you why you had to hurt him so. But he just stood there, breaking slowly, bit by bit.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi….” You cried out, your voice completely broken.

“Don’t say it! Don’t you dare say you’re sorry! You betrayed me!” He yelled, his voice torn, as he kicked the coffee table over. You heard glass smashing, and wood snapping.

You started crying harder, your entire body shaking. You knew you had no right to ask for forgiveness, but you were so scared, and you were so sorry.

“But I am… Yoongi…I’m so sorry…” You cried.

“Why did it have to be Jimin Y/N? Jimin of all people? He was my best friend!” He howled, his soul tearing, and the pain in his voice breaking you.

“I was drunk, he was drunk, I don’t know Yoongi I don’t remember anything. I was crying, eating Thai again, because it had been 4 days since you’d even been at home, and I just felt lonely.” You sobbed out.

“So you fucked my best friend?!” he shouted. You squealed at the loudness of his voice, in fear, as you dragged your body back, away from him.

“No! I called him because I felt alone, and I needed a friend. Yoongi I haven’t seen you properly in months almost! You care more about music than you care about me! If you don’t love me then don’t date me but stop leaving me here on stand-by, I’m not a toy you can leave on a shelf and pick up whenever you want me again or whenever you’re bored! I cleared my schedule to be with you, when have you done that?!” You yelled back at him, trying to explain to him what you did, although not trying to justify it. Yoongi remained quiet, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart again.

“Clearly we aren’t working anymore, and I just made a huge mistake, I know, it is my fault, but this was broken long before. I’ll pack my things, and I’ll be out of your life.” You sniffled, as you stood up, and began walking towards your room.

A hand gripped your forearm tightly, and held you back.

“Wait.” You heard Yoongi’s raspy voice call out. You stopped in your tracks, and very slowly turned around.

“Don’t go.”

“But I cheated on you Yoongi. I slept with your best friend.” You told him, it was like pouring salt on an open wound, and Yoongi winced.

“I know.” He replied dryly.

“Then why don’t you let go so I can pack?” You asked him, pulling your arm back.

“Because I love you. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend I could have been, I know I have neglected you, I know I have disappointed you, and made you feel unimportant to me, but that’s not true. I will try to change, I promise, we will do things, I will make time for you, because I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. And I can’t forgive you for what you did yet, but we all make mistakes, and I love you enough to try to work it out with you, and get through this. I want us to work Y/N.” He confessed, and your heart stopped. He had never told you he loved you so directly. New tears started flowing from your eyes, as you hugged him tightly.

“I love you too Yoongi… I’m so sorry…” You wept in his embrace.

“I know you are… Stop crying… We can work this out… It will be okay.” He assured you, as he patted your head softly. And although he was torn and broken inside, he knew losing you would kill him. He knew you could stab him and he’d forgive you, because you were the one person who would love him despite his flaws, despite everything, and he knew only you could make him happy.

I think one of the best things about DM’ing is insight checks players make on honest NPC’s that are REALLY LOW– and you respond with “As far as you know, they’re being truthful.” and it creates this hysterical amount of paranoia in the players, especially if they’ve been betrayed by an NPC before this.

You can almost see the matrix-like stream of possibilities running through their minds as they go “Are they a thief??  An assaSSIN??  AN EVIL DRAGON IN DISGUISE WHO ARE THEY WHY DID THE DM SAY THAT???”

And you just take a sip of whatever beverage you’re using to keep your throat from killing itself and move on with your descriptions, hiding your smile as your players sweat. 

anonymous asked:

Whats helheim like

Traditionally? I think it’s meant to be a frozen barren wasteland of a realm. It’s not terribly inviting.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

In my own practice? It’s the winter wonderland of the North. It has immense forests that cover the land but yield to the frozen lakes and rivers that run through it. The land is alive with animals who have passed on, and the forests themselves are the spirits of dead trees. The snow fall is frequent but it never seems to accumulate beyond a certain level, and that level never really drops. It’s this permanent stasis of everything winter is because it is death but life at the same time. It’s potential and endings. The sky at “night” is alive with auroras, and they come in all colors. Dotted in an amongst the forests are halls, but there is one hall that is massive. It can be seen from nearly all parts of Helheim because it rests on a mountain. Inside this hall, fires burn brightly, tables overflow with food and cups are always full of mead or whatever beverage the spirit desires. 

Hel sits among the spirits and shares in their tales and laughter. She enjoys hearing these stories because it’s the memories of a people and she is the keeper of them. She stores them away and can use them to gently remind those still living of what there is to hold dear. Helheim is the place of gentle death, it’s the place of content housewives who trade their recipes and projects. It’s the place of old men who tell the tales of how they were simple fishermen or crafters. It’s a place where death is the common theme but life is celebrated, from the young to the old, all are welcomed with open arms and a knowing smile.