Who wholeheartedly embraces Pancake Day, with an almost competitive enthusiasm, lecturing their significant other about the differences between pancakes and crepes whilst flipping them perfectly. Who’s … well … their trying their damn best, okay?
When your sun unites with your moon, ascendant, and/or dominant element, you get a Sign Splicer. Here are the zodiac’s hybrid breeds…which one are you?
Fire + Fire:The Big Bang. You roar with passion, and your enthusiasm reverberates through the entire universe; it’s impossible to ignore your thundering presence (usually because you are very loud!). You have tremendous visions, and believe anything is possible if you want it bad enough. Never waiting or slowing down, you dream of an action-packed life full of glory and excitement that allows room for your showy self to shine. The amount of faith and hope you have makes you very childlike, and you are convinced that you are destined to be a hero. You rebel against reality of any kind, detest details, and can be quite self-involved.
Earth + Earth: THE MEAT. You are in control of your senses, and the only thing real to you is your physical body. In fact, you draw your impressive strength from your rock solid core of stability. Nothing has the power to uproot you, as you are firmly fixed to reality. The material realm sustains you, impracticality confuses you, and chaos scares the crap out of you, because you don’t like being out of control. You are the base upon which all others stand, and your dependable, loyal nature makes weaker types rely on you. You can be overly skeptical of the things that supersede your senses, so it is important for you to be open to change.
Air + Air: THE THINKER. A fan favorite, you are civilized and
cultured, and always have a bright comment or idea to add to a conversation.
Independent in both action and word, you do as you like in order to reach total
objectivity, but focusing solely on the intelligence causes you to lose touch
with the reality of your humanity (emotions and body). Your observational
skills always have you questioning and examining the various things that blow
into your life, which makes communication a necessity. Friendly, open-minded,
and completely cerebral, you shun any and everything that strikes you as
Water + Water:THE RAIN. The entire world washes over you, and sometimes drowns you, as you swim in the feelings and moods of everyone; this makes discernment extremely difficult. Highly sensitive with a tender heart and soul, you feel vulnerable 24/7. Instincts and imagination overpower your intellect, causing some irrationality, and this is worsened when you dwell on your emotions. You are a sentimentalist, and have a deep connection to your past, and nostalgia often consumes you. Because you frequently underestimate your own strength, you long for deep relationships that provide you with the stability and safe closeness you crave.
Fire + Earth: The Bull-Dozer. The epitome of spirit and sense, you’ve got drive and determination to push through life as strongly and as quickly as possible. Your feet are glued to the ground as you strive to bring your wildest dreams to fruition; you see and seize the future with certitude. A commanding ego compels you to take charge, and you never shy away from authority, because you are all muscle, with the stamina to see things through the long haul. You need both freedom and stability, and can be massively creative. You are passionate and powerful, but this can make you a stubborn brute.
Fire + Air: The Rave. A discotheque personality with confidence, wonder and bright ideas help you communicate with ease and enthusiasm, you are charismatic and expressive. Dancing through life, you refuse to limit your potential, and you are always in pursuit of the newest and coolest things to help you grow. You’re always going at the speed of light in search of wide horizons, and you absolutely hate to be bored. Social interactions of all kinds ignite your idealism and imagination, and you always aim to be the center of attention. You need large amounts of freedom and space in your life, and you may be emotionally immature and somewhat superficial.
Fire + Water: The Fusion. The ultimate blending of male and female, you are aggressive and sensitive, with fluctuating moods and temper flares. Wistful, imaginative, and spirited, you long for independence and flee from any form of containment, yet you yearn for emotional attachment. With an exposed heart, you radiate warmth, and flourish in strong relationships because they allow you to pour out your romanticism without abandon. You are emotionally intense and passionate. Self-control and objectivity are foreign to you, as you prefer to filter things through you directly, without rationality getting in the way.
Air + Earth: THE MAMMAL. With your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground, you grip reality firmly, and organize and build your abstract ideas into something useful. You are a rational, practical person with a scientific mind that is chock full of innovation, and you desire to improve life on earth. You are a master of the soil, efficient and steady, with enough objectivity and forethought to bring your ideals into fruition. Intellectual, social and supportive, always in tune with your senses, you tend to ignore the mysterious realm of the emotions.
Air + Water: THE VAPOR. Intellect and imagery, you communicate through
your creativity, but your rich imagination floats in the sky, as you find
bringing your ideas to form to be too strenuous. Both romantic and scientific,
your heart and your mind take turns in decision making, and you get inspired by
close connections with friends, but feel both a desire for intimacy, and a need
for change. You can be incredibly insightful and deeply philosophical, but your
detachment is tinted with your subjective view, which makes you a little
biased. You yearn for more, and adapt to fit into the world, sometimes
intellectualizing your feelings.
Earth + Water: THE FERTILITY. Your lush imagination lends itself to
your creative capabilities to produce lovely fruit. Your emotions and
reality-awareness make you a wise and centered problem-solver, and thus, very
resourceful. A domestic classicist who is very concerned with creating a
nurturing net of safety and security, you make home life a priority. You are
caring and quiet, highly romantic and artistic, and apply your sensitivity with
determination. But you may be possessive of loved ones, and lack the
objectivity that allows you to grow fully.
[lmaooooo so i stumbled across this blog two days ago and immediately fell in love. I may have accidentally contradicted established canon in here b/c i haven’t read everything and i really wanted to join in, so i really hope i’m doing this right.]
You think it was, perhaps, a bad idea to name yourself after your characters. You think it was, in fact, a bad idea to go to Elsewhere at all. It wasn’t even the university you wanted to go to; you had wanted somewhere close to home, where you could maybe visit on weekends and call up your mom whenever you managed to fail at doing adult things like laundry, as you knew would inevitably happen.
And yet…when you found Elsewhere University, it was in your state. It was not thirty minutes’ drive from home. And it was intriguing. You still probably wouldn’t have gone, would have chosen the college you’d been dead-set on for two years, would have slipped the net and been normal–
Except you saw one of Them. You saw a flash out of the corner of your eye, and you didn’t know the rules, so you spun to do a doubletake, and you saw it, saw Them.
You aren’t sure what happened after that–it gets a bit blurry–but the next thing you knew you were sitting at orientation, your things already in a dorm guarded by salt and an iron horseshoe.
You have been told you’re one of the lucky ones.
You major in animation. Or you had wanted to. The memories of your classes don’t stay in your mind all that well, but you manage to churn out the same A-to-B grades you had produced in high school. You aren’t sure how you’re doing it.
You try to follow the rules. You try to remember. You have seen the consequences. For once, instead of trying to stuff everything into your head and hoping your shit brain won’t forget something, you write them down in a notebook that never leaves your backpack.
This is probably a bad idea. It may even be a disastrous one, but if it is, you haven’t heard the rule that warns away from it, and you are scared enough as it is that you, with your autism, might miss a social cue or be unable to pick up an unspoken rule and end up offending the Gentry anyways.
You once read a tumblr post that said changlings were the explanation people came up with to explain kids with autism in the far distant past. Obviously, this is not completely true, because the Fair Folk are real and real changlings are too, but you take some measure of comfort in that post and pray your own autism will endear you to the Gentry instead of offending Them.
But the real problem is, you became an animator (or wanted to, at least) because you are a creator. You invent things, weave worlds, and when you came to Elsewhere University you came already carrying a large, elaborate tapestry of a world, filled with magic and a fey that had its own internal systems, thought out, explained in depth, and with the sketches and maps to go with it, formed over four, five years of loving care and writing and drawing.
You have your own magic, and your own fey, and they do not mesh well (they barely mesh at all) with that of Elsewhere. Nobody knows about this, and you have put your world to the side, because everything in you screams DANGER at having something like this around the Gentry. You keep all you have of it in your closet, and you salt the edges of the closet plus a circle around the bag you keep it in, then scatter iron nails inside the circle. That world is precious to you, and you will take no chances with it.
So it was probably a stupid idea to name yourself after one of the characters in it.
That isn’t even the only problem, or necessarily the true problem. The true problem is you put yourself into the characters you create, and this makes that name almost as dangerous as a True Name after you get used to it.
You didn’t realize this until you looked into the mirror, and your hair was several shades lighter than it should be. You were able to puzzle out the problem, fortunately, and in a spasm of panic you switched your alias to a different character before it got too far and you became your character.
Except, because you’re a moron, you switched it to a character just as close to you.
This carried on for a while, and your eyes got bluer, and then your skin got darker, and then you got taller, until finally, in desperation, you ran a name generator until you found something with no association to your characters, but still felt nice as a name. Not too nice, of course.
By then, though, you didn’t look much like yourself anymore. You curse your idiocy, but the only way you can think of getting your original appearance back is to use your real name, or else the name you used on the internet. You aren’t that stupid. And it’s nice, sometimes, the way you look now.
You really, really hope the name you generated doesn’t end up being a True Name for this other you.
You are learning the true dangers of being a writer, artist, creator, in Elsewhere University. You are far too close to your stories. And if you write yourself into them, you worry that story will become Truth.
The Gentry are like that, you’re fairly certain.
So you watch your words and make sure your characters don’t resemble anybody (or anything) too closely when you sketch them idly in class, and when you write, you do it inside a circle of salt. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but you need your words, your art, your stories.
After finding out that it was Jeremy who took your virginity, Tom becomes enraged and proceeds to fuck your brains out to make sure you understand that from now on, he’ll be the only man in your life and that no one else should be allowed to touch you.
And just like that, you found
yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived in the past, whom you had no
way of getting to.
Despite everything inside you
telling you that you shouldn’t, that the letters would one day stop, that this
man was probably not even alive, you continued to write to him, looking forward
to each envelope that appeared on your fireplace mantle every other day.
For the love of all that’s good and pure in this godforsaken world, do not think about sherlock and john slow dancing in the middle of their living room, barefoot, in the golden late afternoon light, with “the way you look tonight” playing in the background. Do not dare think about Sherlock singing softly in John’s ear “you’re lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you..”, and John replying with the next few lines “And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart..” And above all else do not imagine sherlock dipping john and whispering against his neck “cause I love you, just the way you look tonight”, punctuating every word with brief, cute, feathery kisses while john chuckles giddy and light-headed from the overwhelming exhilaration of their love ❤️
Muses: jungkook x reader Genre: Angsty angst angst Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system. Words: 4.1k Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.
Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.
Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.
Person A: Okay! I’ll never eat potatoes again! I’ll just get some French fries instead!
Person B: Uh, that’s made out of potatoes.
Person A: ?????
Person B: What else did you think French fries were made of?
Person A: French people?
For anon…a continuation of this imagine. Reader is a diplomat as well. Enjoy!
Y/N hurried into the castle, heading toward the throne room. Before she could reach the room, a familiar blond caught sight of her. He gently grabbed her arm, slowing her down.
“Lady Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked with concern. “Is it true?” she queried, “Is Loki in your dungeons?”
Thor let out a sigh. He lowered his head, loosening his hold slightly on Y/N. The young diplomat watched on with increasing worry.
“I’m sorry, Lady Y/N,” he whispered, “He had to answer for his crimes.” “No, no, no,” she refuted, “He shouldn’t be there.” “I understand it’s difficult to believe, but he tried to take over Midguard.”
Wearing a pained expression, Y/N glanced between the throne room and Thor. She knew her father was in there, speaking with Odin. She set her gaze on the god of thunder.
“Take me to him,” she sputtered out, “Please, Thor. I…I just want to see him.”
Looking at the massive doors, Thor took a deep breath. When he returned his gaze and saw her eyes, he knew his answer. He nodded.
“Of course. This way.”
Y/N rushed over to the familiar trickster. Her palms landed on the cell wall as she looked in. Expecting something else, Loki didn’t turn his head to look over. In fact, he seemed rather bored.
That voice. Loki snapped his gaze toward the cell wall. His mouth gaped ever so slightly when he saw who had come to see him.
“Y/N,” he breathed, “You’re here.”
As though he wasn’t sure if she were real, he steadily made his way over. He placed his palm against one of her own, the thin layer of the cell wall being the only separation. She seemed relieved to see him.
“You’re alive,” she whispered, choking slightly, “I thought I lost you, my trickster.” “I’d like to think I’m not that easy to get rid of,” he attempted to tease.
She gave a brief chuckle. He smiled softly at her, wanting so desperately to hold her again. Thinking the same, Y/N turned to Thor with bleary eyes.
“I…I know it’s against the rules, but could you…” she trailed off, “Please.”
Thor lowered his head. Y/N apparently knew exactly how to tug at his compassion. The Asgardian nodded before leading her to the entrance. Giving her a small entrance, she crawled through. Thor closed it behind her.
The second she was standing, Loki wrapped her in his arms and nuzzled into her neck. Her arms were around his neck, lips by his ear. Her tears were falling freely now. Loki was choking a bit on his own words. Words he’d only tell her.
“Y/N, I-I’ve done some terrible things,” he told her, “I’ve hurt a lot of people. I…If I wasn’t a monster, I am now.” She moved to hold his face in her hands. “No. No, my love. You’re not a monster,” she cooed, “Lost a little, but not a monster. Never will you be a monster.”
She gave him a warm, loving kiss. When the broke, Loki tightened his embrace around her. He attempted to dig his head further into her neck. The pair stayed as they were for several moments. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. “I’m not going to leave you,” she whispered, “I don’t care what they say; I’m not leaving you.”
The velveteen blue sky stretched above my head, flanked by vibrant flora. Reds and greens and pinks burst with colors I could never have imagined, like fireworks captured in standstill. I marveled at it in awe, not caring to wonder how I had ended up in such a paradise.
Tom’s reaction when he walks out of the shower and you’re there in his hotel room, wearing sexy lingerie and slowly sinking to your knees to pleasure him with your mouth, after not seeing each other for months.
“Zoe, the movie’s about to start!” you shouted through your
apartment, throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouth while the opening
credits of another Disney film lit up your TV screen. This was how you spent
your Sundays with Zoe, being lazy and watching movies while the weather grew
colder outside. It was definitely colder in Seoul than what you were used to in
Zoe came into the living room huffing and puffing with her
lips pulled into a pout. “We can’t watch the movie. I can’t find Mr Snuggles,”
she grumbled, climbing onto the sofa to check behind it.
“Have you checked the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles
a bath in the sink this morning,” you remembered, holding her hand so she could safely jump
off the sofa and sprint out of the room again.
Five seconds later, Zoe’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I