#✄・・・wanted connections

[pseudomonacarriea]

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ? / ChildeAe, YukaBri, Asheleth, HaruTess, Juliess, FukuTess

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P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

ChildeAe: They've absolutely done it in public, but never caught. There's been a few times when they were close to getting caught, but Childe's silver tongue. Favorite spot is anywhere that runs high of that risk, like a park or restaurant. (Childe's fault).

YukaBri: I can see them doing it in an alley in a fit of passion or occasionally. They weren't caught, thankfully, or else Bri would be too embarrassed to leave their apartment. Can't really think of a favorite place currently.

Asheleth: They have and Ashe ends up embarrassed every time. They weren't caught, but there was a time the Garreg Mach Guards walked right by them. Surprisingly, his favorite is the greenhouse shed. No one really goes back there, and it's easy to figure out patterns to avoid detection.

HaruTess: They have, and if you call having Blood literally hear you whenever you have sex, then yes. It's not as if he hides it unless the Director or Racheal are coming around. The Law of Tessa strikes again - if bully, must bully. His favorite place is the hallway near the library, or somewhere semi-secluded. Second would be the weapon's storage room.

Juliess: They're the second-worst when it comes to public sex. While not caught, they've been interrupted on multiple occasions. Yet that doesn't stop him from railing her as he pleases. The library and garden in Fenrir would be his ideal places.

FukuTess: Worst of the worst primarily because Fukuya just doesn't care. Much like Childe, his charlatan ability allows him to get out of any situation. Doesn't help that their primary verse is the cop verse, so as the Chief of Police... Fukuya has more power than he knows what to do with. Favorite places would be his office, in a movie theater, or park.

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ emotionally unavailable

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 3.3k ⊹ notes - gn!reader (sampo, gepard), fem!reader (jing yuan, you're referred to as 'lady'), reader is emotionally constipated or just kinda stoic as the title suggests, I guess you could say tsundere?? mostly fluff -w- ⊹ part 2 here!

sorry for the delay on new writing!! honestly I've had a bit to do around the house and the inspiration hasn't been inspiring Σ(;Φ ω Φ) if you want to send in a request, feel free! I could use some new ideas ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ thanks for the support!

⊹ Gepard Landau

You honestly didn't have much to think about the Captain of the Silvermane Guards.

Aside from the due respect and mild admiration that just about everyone in Belobog held for him and his military group, you didn't have much else to say. The two of you had never even spoken.

The only connection you could possibly have to him was via his sister, Serval Landau. She was your friend (a tentative word for your situation, you surmise) and would often have him over at her store.

You also tended to lounge about the Neverwinter Workshop ("hanging out", Serval would call it, but you begged to differ), but you had never really paid him much mind, and you assumed he had paid you the same.

Serval's favorite nickname for you is "lounging stray" due to the way you came in and out as you pleased, staying only for food and rest when it was available.

The most you recall interacting with the imposing man was a hesitant wave when he had entered the shop while Serval was out.

After all, it would have been quite rude to completely ignore him—though, honestly, you never cared much for politeness, so you had always mulled that incident over in your head. Why had you greeted him?

About a week later, you were mildly surprised to see a bouquet of flowers in Serval's hands from Eversummer Florist.

It wasn't exactly an unusual assumption to make that the down-to-earth rock-and-roll enthusiast would have her share of admirers, but they were typically more forthcoming with their affections from what you'd observed.

But then, upon spotting you, she promptly shoved them into your arms, announcing that they had been addressed to you, not her.

You hadn't felt your face shift that much in years, nor had you ever experienced that level of shock before.

"Looks like someone has a secret admirer," Serval touted, tuning her guitar on the side with a smirk playing on her lips. Her tone was drawn out, knowing, as if this were some elaborate prank she was in on.

"Wow, Ball Peonies, even? What an expensive spread! Lucky Y/N!"

You didn't even spare her a glance as you took your usual seat in her workshop, thumbing one of the petals with mildly intrigued contemplation.

In your rush to lounge about the workshop and ignore your friend's loud teasing, you failed to notice Gepard at his sister's side, nor the way his ears turned red and he hurried to hush Serval.

"I don't get it," you murmured at last, both siblings' heads whipping over to you. "I don't talk to anyone. Except you, that is."

"Well, I didn't send them. Sorry, my little stray, but as much as I adore you, it's not in that way!"

You gave Serval an unamused raise of your brow, then huffed, mumbling a 'whatever' as you lay on the windowsill in the corner of the shop.

However, that pair of blue eyes sneakily noted that your attention was still taken with the flowers, far from your usual routine of pulling out your phone to scroll.

Eventually, you held them on your chest, deigning to stare out the window as you began drifting off into a half-conscious nap. Your rest, however, was awoken by the sound of loud whispering. Serval noticed the unimpressed look on your face and laughed, clapping her hands together before patting Gepard on the back, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. His face was bright red.

"Well, I gotta head out and run some errands! Keep Y/N company for me, huh, Geppie? They can get lonely."

You chose to ignore that last bit, raising your hand and waving at your friend who practically flew out the door.

An awkward silence settled over the room, which miffed you a bit. What did you have to feel awkward about? This had happened before with other people.

Even then, you weren't keen on breaking it. It seemed the Captain had other plans, though.

"Um..." Gepard spoke up from across the workshop, standing just a bit uncomfortably as he shifted from foot to foot. You glanced over your shoulder at him from where you lay, waiting for him to speak. "Sorry about Serval. She can be a bit much."

"I know," you replied simply, unable to meet his eye for some reason. "I'm in here a lot."

"I know," Gepard echoed. Then, his face went back to tomato-red. "Um, I mean, I see you around a lot in here whenever I visit. Not that I'm intentionally staring at you, or anything of that sort! I just notice—"

"It's okay, I got what you meant."

"Right! Right." The Captain shut himself up, thorough mortification making its way back to his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "S-Sorry, uh, for rambling."

"It's fine."

Well, this was getting painful.

You stunned yourself momentarily when you opened your mouth to speak back first.

"So, uh... How's being Captain and everything?" you murmured, almost too quiet for Gepard to hear. When he realized you had spoken first, his face brightened just a bit, though he still appeared to be fighting the humiliation off his face from his earlier verbal blunder.

"Well, how much would you like to hear about?"

You shrugged. "Anything, I guess. Got any cool stories from the front lines?"

The blonde man smiled, taking the chance to tentatively move closer, pulling over Serval's stool and taking a seat.

"Well..."

About ten minutes later, Serval had decided to spare her poor brother from any more awkwardness, completely sure that the workshop would be thick with silence due to his bashfulness and your nonchalance.

To her surprise, though, she heard muffled voices from within. Serval opened the door as carefully and quietly as she could, peeking her head in just enough to see a sight she never thought she'd see.

You were smiling, even laughing a bit, engaging in conversation about Gepard's duties and your own daily activities (even if there were little of those) from your place on the sill. Her brother seemed to be enjoying himself too, gesturing with his hands as he talked up his own underlings' achievements in battle.

The eldest Landau watched for only a moment longer before shutting the door softly.

"I should go get something to eat... give them a little space."

⊹ Jing Yuan

You liked to call your relationship to the General of the Luofu strictly professional at most.

To call it anything more, in your mind, would be disrespect of the highest order to the man who has defended the fleet for centuries.

Besides, you didn't know if you were exactly capable of anything beyond that. Even your limited friends agreed that you were just about as stoic as one could get.

You frequently heard of their debates with other workers within the Seat of Divine Foresight even as you worked—who was more difficult to approach, you or the General himself?

You scoffed to yourself whenever your so-called "friends" argued that you were, in fact, harder to speak to.

What's so wrong with being professional? If anything, you should be telling them off for gossiping in the workplace.

Still, you couldn't exactly argue with them.

Being the right-hand of the General was enough for you to learn his mannerisms even over a short time, though now, after serving at his side for several decades, you could confidently say he was far less intimidating than everyone made him out to be.

Not that you cared, of course. Strictly professional, you told yourself. His mannerisms had nothing to do with you unless they affected work.

Even with your indifference, though, the General was being... odd lately.

Jing Yuan let out an unabashed yawn as he slumped into his chair, tugging at his hair as he polished off the last of his paperwork.

For once, you thought to yourself with a huff of amusement, going through your own papers at an impressive speed. Read, approve or deny, sign, move on.

Considering he hadn't skimped on his own work, there was no real reason for you to be giving yourself early onset carpal tunnel as you typically did, but you figured it would be best to finish the work as soon as possible anyhow.

It meant less work tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that, for not only you but the other Luofu staff as well.

"...ey."

Your brain tuned out all other noise as you moved past yet another proposal, flicking to the next page of your increasingly shrinking stack.

"Lady Y/N. Hello?"

You ignored the growling within your stomach. After this is done, you thought to yourself, I'll treat myself to a meal at home.

"Lady Y/N."

You jumped nearly ten feet out of your seat at the low voice whispering in your ear, clapping a hand over the side of your head as red-hot mortification set in. You glanced to your side to spot the culprit—none other than your General, Jing Yuan.

Had he just whispered into your ear?! The feeling of his warm breath still lingered.

"General!" you shouted, taking a deep breath as you tried to reel back your attitude and present yourself with decorum, as always. "I am working on these proposals, so if you could please refrain from pulling pranks, it would be much appreciated."

Jing Yuan gave you a wry smile, raising his hands innocently.

"Is part of your job description not answering to me?" he asked unfeignedly, golden eyes twinkling. "I called your name about ten times."

"Well, yes, but..." You raised a brow a moment later. "Surely not ten. I heard my name a total of twice."

"So you were listening." You heaved a sigh. Ever stubborn, he was. "Does that mean you were consciously ignoring me? My, the gall, Lady Y/N."

"Not at all, General," you assured. "Only absorbed in my duties. Now, do you need something of me?"

Jing Yuan tapped his chin, settling into the seat next to you and stretching out. He didn't get too comfortable, though, you discerned. Was he planning to head out for the night?

"Well, yes, I suppose I do. I'm sure you'll only listen if it's a direct order from me, after all."

"Of course, General. I am at your beck and call." He chose to ignore the edge of sarcasm in your voice as you resumed your proposals, trying to finish as many as you could before he announced his task.

"Lady Y/N, I'd be delighted if you would join me for a meal. Anywhere of your choosing, and it will be my treat."

"Right, of course. It will be done, General," you mused half-heartedly, before your froze in your tracks, hand stilling midway through a signature. "...Wh—"

"Fantastic. Then I will await you at the door," Jing Yuan smiled again, and you felt yourself welling up with exasperation at the cockiness displayed in it. "Please don't keep me waiting too long, Lady Y/N. Those proposals can always wait one more day, but I am short on time myself."

You were about ready to protest, dropping your pen as you nearly rose to your feet. Your face was hot.

"General, I—!"

"You wouldn't think of backing out after agreeing so openly, would you?" the white-haired man teased, and then, after contemplating for a moment, he held out a hand. "In fact, why don't we depart right now? Just so I can be sure you won't get absorbed in doing more advance work."

He had completely trapped you. You furrowed your brow in disbelief, and then heaved a deep, long sigh. Finally, after leaving him to stand and await your decision for just a few moments longer, you took his hand.

"Very well. But General, if I may..."

"Of course, my dear."

You flushed again, but remained steadfast in your words.

"To make up for this trickery, please do not skip out on your paperwork again."

Jing Yuan's low, rumbly laughter caused you to look away, lest your feelings show on your face. He still did not let go of your hand.

"I suppose that is only fair. You have a deal, Lady Y/N."

⊹ Sampo Koski

You would be completely remiss to allow anyone to refer to you and Sampo as acquaintances, much less friends.

Although the two of you had grown up fairly close, he allowed you no clemency from his constant scams.

It turned into more of a game for him as time passed, though—your natural stoicism and good head on your shoulders didn't allow any of his jabs or tricks to pull through.

That was perhaps what kept him stuck like glue to your side all these years, though... The fact that you were the one person he couldn't quite swindle.

Not that he actually wanted to, anyhow.

As much as Sampo was a slimy businessman in the eyes of pretty much everyone, he didn't seek a profit from someone as close as you. Well, not unless he did you a favor first, of course, but that's basic reciprocation.

You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed as of late.

Sure, you had known Sampo for practically your whole life, but getting close to someone or being close by birth didn't make you any less inclined to cut them off if they interfered with your life to a degree that you found to be annoying.

You enjoyed the predictable, the mundanity of your daily life working as a trainee doctor under Natasha. You didn't need anyone in your life who might throw a wrench into the ordinary you currently enjoyed.

So why was Sampo the exception?

It was a fairly typical, ordinary, boring evening when you walked into the clinic—12am sharp, just as Natasha had requested of you. You were frankly quite lucky that she didn't ask more of you, but you supposed she was already pushing her own ability to ask favors of you by requesting you watch the overnight patients while she rested.

You didn't mind, of course. You'd always been a bit of a night owl, especially with the somewhat perpetual darkness of the Underworld thanks to Belobog looming over top of you.

Not to mention, you and Sampo had always spent most of your time together in the evenings anyways, the nighttime routine well suited to both of your sleeping schedules.

You felt a twinge of annoyance shoot through you at the thought of the blue haired man, and quickly placed a hand to your forehead between bandage changings for the patient on the table.

There he was again. Sampo, Sampo, Sampo!

Though you could usually push him out of your mind without a second thought, it was beyond you why he was suddenly popping into your brain more nowadays.

Sometimes it was a mere, 'I wonder what Sampo is up to right now. Not more trouble, I hope.'

Sometimes it was something more bordering worry, and those passing thoughts irritated you the most. What did you care? If he got hurt, it would likely be justified in the wake of one of his scams.

You could rationalize those ideas with the notion of not wanting more work at the clinic should he get injured, but even that was weak. Sampo deigned to avoid Natasha for his own wounds, not wanting to burden the leader of Wildfire, likely more out of fear than actual selflessness.

Still, though—

"Heeeey, Y/N! Miss me?"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"What do you want, Koski?" Your tone was flat, not even sparing him a glance as you moved to your next patient. Changing bandages again, a simple routine that could hopefully keep your mind occupied this time.

"So cold..." You could hear the beginnings of a pout on his lips, finding yourself sighing irritably. "I came to see you, after all!"

Your hands paused for a moment, stilling. A minute tremble in his voice. You whipped your head around to focus your sharp eyes on him, and he winced back, his typical happy-go-lucky smile faltering.

"H-Hey, what's the matter? Helping Miss Nat out with some late night patients aga—"

"Show me," you ordered, finishing the bandage you were currently on and standing up, moving towards Sampo with your arms crossed. He backed up, hands raised in surrender.

"Whaddya mean, I'm— Ouch!"

The conman couldn't help the yelp he let out when his back made contact with the wall, wincing painfully as his wound hit the hard surface. You raised a brow, unimpressed.

"Shirt off, Sampo Koski. Now."

"Woah, woah, at least take me to dinner first!"

Your glare worsened into something stormy as you pointed at the chair nearby.

"Sit down, shirt off, now. Don't make me repeat myself again."

With the face of a wounded puppy, Sampo slunk over to the chair, doing as you asked. He hissed through his teeth as the cloth of his outerwear dragged against the wound, the layers giving way to a deep trio of gashes on the skin of his back. Even with all your medical training, you found yourself cringing at the sight.

"So, Doc, what's the prognosis?" the man laughed weakly, still trying with his jokes even through his pain.

When you remained quiet, his smile fell, and he turned to look at you. If it were anyone else, you might've mistaken that frown for concern.

"Y/N? You... okay?"

"Be quiet," you huffed out at last, grabbing your rolling table of medical supplies and bringing it around, pulling out a chair as you began to inspect the wounds. "What was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, same old, same old! Just some disgruntled robots, not too keen on letting me make a profit with their buddy's parts!"

"You're an idiot."

The usual Sampo would've shot back with some witty or flirty one-liner that was sure to earn him a smack over the head, but when he heard the slight tremble to your voice, he decided it'd be best to keep his mouth shut for now.

"This'll sting. Don't shout, or you'll wake the other patients."

He bit his lip, expecting a harsh serving of antiseptic, but your hands were... gentler this time. You tenderly cleaned the wound with a water-soaked cloth, and though it did sting a bit, it was far nicer than your usual tough treatments from the ire he earned getting injured all the time.

Soon after, he felt you gently patting the wound down with a soft towel, bandages following soon after that you reached around his torso to wrap around him.

Then, you reached for the pack of painkillers.

Sampo was quick to laugh nervously, pushing the pack away when you held it out to him along with a glass of water.

"Hey, hey! Thanks, Y/N, but I really shouldn't be using Miss Natasha's painkillers. Besides, with how sweetly and tenderly you just patched me up, I'm feeling better already!" he fake-swooned, clasping his hands together like a maiden in love to ham up his act.

You were far from impressed.

"You're a bad liar, Sampo Koski," you scoffed, shoving the water and pills past his defensive hands. "Take it. I can't convince you to stay here and actually rest for a change, so it's the least you can do."

When he still looked apprehensive, you swallowed your pride, lowering your gaze and averting your eyes as your face went just the tiniest bit pink.

"...For me."

Sampo honestly thought he misheard you for a moment, but he finally, hesitantly, took the medicine you offered. You led him over to the door, and he laughed breathlessly, finally giving you another smile as he shrugged his shirt and coat back on.

"All right, all right. I'll get out of your hair, and take these. Just for you."

The conman cackled and ran all the way down the alleyways as you shouted after him, fist raised. Once he had disappeared, though, you let it fall to your side, sighing again.

This time, there was a hint of fondness... but that was something else you would be remiss to admit to.

[userlando]

Okay but imagine, Lando coming home after a triple header expecting you to be at your own home. He's tired and honestly wants to cry a little because you're not there. So, when he walks into his room to see you in his bed, deep asleep, wearing only his shirt and nothing else, he can't help but curl up close to you and hold you

oh I was saving this in my ask box to write on a day when I felt a little gloomy, just a little something for you as a thanks for dropping this fluffy thing in my lap 🤍

homecoming (748 words) lando norris/fem!reader fluff

The house is dark when Lando steps over the threshold, his chest feels a little heavy and his throat tight like he’s two seconds away from crying and he doesn’t really know why.

He assumes it’s an array of different things. He’s been away for three weeks, performance average as he fights to keep his composure on the race tracks and he knows it’s finally time for a break when he drops to P10 on Sunday. Usually, he’d sleep it off at the hotel and then catch a flight to his next destination, but he finds himself too antsy and anxious to spend another second away from home, so he books a flight the same evening and gets his ass home.

His shoulders are drawn tight in tension, fingers itching to grab his keys to his McLaren and drive straight to your place but he holds himself back. He knows you’ve had it equally as rough as him, struggling with your work and his absence only adds onto the stress you’re carrying on your shoulders.

Lando feels like shit, mood dropping even lower when he thinks of you. He kicks his shoes off to the side, knowing that Max would yell at him in the morning for not storing them away like a normal person but he can’t bring himself to care. His body yearns for his bed, with freshly washed sheets because you always do that. Tidy up his room and wash his shit, knowing that he likes the scent of freshly washed cotton to come home to.

He smiles fondly, chest tight when he spots the empty grocery bags in the kitchen; recalling Max’s text earlier in the day where he’d reassured Lando that you were okay, telling him that he was out shopping for groceries with you because you’d insisted on Lando coming home to a stocked fridge.

The Brit feels his eyes well up, walking quietly across the hallway and pushing his door open. The bedside lamp is on, and it gives Lando pause as his eyes adjusts to the dim lights in the room. His eyes sweep across the unusually clean space, frown deepening on his face until he spots the lump under his covers, on his bed.

At first, he thinks it’s Max playing a prank on him and he almost walks over to punch a fist into whoever is laying there just for the sake of it. But then he spots the back of your head, sleeping face coming into view, the closer he walks.

Your soft breaths makes his throat close up, and he sniffles quietly because the rush of relief coursing through him is so overpowering that he cups his lower face with his shaking hand; taking a deep breath to steady himself.

He quickly sheds his clothes, abandoning his plans to shower in favour of crawling into bed. You don’t even twitch, even as he inches closer and lays on his side, face to face with you. You’re warm, clad in nothing but one of his Quadrant shirts and his heart wells over with love at the sight.

Your eyebrow moves, and Lando sucks his lower lip into his mouth because it’s starting to wobble in the massive rush of affection he feels for you. He doesn’t even care that he might potentially wake you up, scooting closer until he can wrap his arms and legs around you, pushing his face into the warm space of your throat where it’s connected to the shoulder and notching his head under your chin.

Lando can feel when you stir in your interrupted sleep, making a sleepy sound and exhaling through your nose that ruffles his hair but you don’t say anything as you wrap yourself around him in a similar fashion almost immediately. He’s thankful that you don’t even question his sudden need to be held, nor do you say anything when he sniffles quietly, only offering your comfort by bringing your hands up to play with his hair.

“Missed you.” You said quietly, voice a little thick with sleep and Lando wants to wrap the sound of it around him like a blanket.

He scoots closer, like if he tries enough, he can crawl into your skin and it makes you hide a smile in his curls.

“I missed you too.” He mumbles, words muffled in your neck and it tickles a little bit. “Never leaving you again.”

You both know it’s not possible, but you nod gently.

“Never.”

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whew, I need a touch depraved lando asap 🥺 I hope you liked this lil thing 🤍 lmk what you thought!!

[night-raven-tattler]

Say hi to daddy!

Summary: How would these characters behave as fathers? What does their ideal family look like?

Characters: Octavinelle dorm (Azul, Jade, Floyd)

Other parts of the series: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignyhide, Diasomnia, Royal Sword Academy

Warnings: mentions of helicopter parent and bullying (Azul)

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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For Azul, parenthood is the challenge of hiding the mess of a human that he has become while discovering what it's like to be responsible for a tiny human

The whole child aquiring process is the most stressful period of his life and he doesn't calm down until he's finally holding the child himself (and checkinh, double checking and triple checking everything during the whole process)

It becomes a running joke in the family that he considers the kid very talented for walking as early in their life as they did ("I was 15 when I walked for the first time!")

Jokes aside, Azul takes advantage of the fact that the kid can experience both the sea life and land life and he'll make sure to show them everything

His skills of reading people help him figure out quickly the talents of his little one and he helps emphasize their talents and develop in their weak points

After all, he wants to figure out the capabilities of the heir of his capitalist empire in the making as early as possible

He might come across as a bit of a helicopter parent, but it only comes to their social circles

Azul knows how fast things get out of hand when students at school start picking on someone

He knows the signs, he knows the mood changes, and he wants to prevent it altogether... and if he can't, he kicks himself mentally for years, no matter the effect it has on his child

For Azul, parenting becomes a testament of his determination and diligence, but it also teaches him to think on his feet more often as he is faced with the challenges of parenting

Azul looks like a boy dad (a boy dressed in a suit 90% of the time /j); he'd prefer one child but can be talked into having more

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The opinions on Jade becoming a parent are split: some think he'd be the most attentive father, and some think the Leech family doesn't need any additions

Responsibility has never been an issue for Jade, and the moment he became a dad his priorities shifted towards creating a good and safe environment for the children (an emphasis on "safe")

He's a loving, doting dad who wants to teach his children everyting he knows, but he also wants to teach his children everything he knows...

The kids' skillsets are gonna be... broad, to put it lightly

Jade's not even phased when one day he comes home and finds one of his kids in his vault behind the bookshelf in his office turning his "documents" into paper airplanes

He praised them for that feat despite his spouse being very concerned

Jade can come across as slightly detached as a dad since he is quite hard to read at times, yet he tries

But old habits die hard, and the world taugh him that unpredictability is safer

It is a rule of self conduct that he teaches his children as well, since he can't have the youngest Leeches fall short, can he?

While he struggles with being easier to talk to, Jade makes a genuine effort to bond with the kids the way he knows best: mutual infodumping

While he rambles about mushrooms and their environments, his kids ramble about what they find just as fulfilling

Jade's journey as a father helps him connect with people better, forming genuine connections while still never changing the most important part of himself

Jade would like at least two children, since he found being paired with Floyd to be very convenient, and if they turn out to be twins then he'd be pleasantly surprised

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The opinions on Floyd becoming a parent are split: some think he'd be the most entertaining father, and some think the Leech family doesn't need any additions

Especially when that family is grown by Floyd and his russian roulette of a mood

Yet he surprises everyone when he finds fatherhood to be quite entertaining

Floyd was surprisingly receptive ever since the whole conversation about children started; he always thought children are kinda cool, even with all the responsibilities

And even though he doesn't always help with their physical care, when he does he proves how good he is at the practical tasks

The kids get attached to him kind of quick because he unintentionally gets on their level (re: his tantrums kinda resemble his kids' sometimes)

Not gonna lie, sharing the timeout chair with daddy sounds kind of funny

Despite his struggle with his moods, Floyd usually avoids being too volatile with the kids

He's not a perfect dad, and petty fights and misunderstandings are bound to happen, but Floyd never takes anything said to him to heart

Floyd'd parenting focuses on teaching that you can always have fun, as long as you're smart about it

So pranks, practical jokes and mischievous schemes become part of the family culture

He does sometimes relent and joins in some of the more tame fun, like park walks filled with piggyback rides and tea parties with the sparkliest skirts ever

Floyd would find two kids as ideal, and he definitely looks like a girl dad to me

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[saturnsbabyboii]

The Black Moon Lilith in the signs and houses (Our core fear, inner saboteur, healing and transformation)

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Note: I heavily use the work of Laura Walker’s book that I will reference. I used her wording and point of view from the book because she worded better than I could. So don’t come for me with any plagiarism crap. Thank you.

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"power comes from strife"

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Black Moon Lilith operates on unseen levels. It pertains to hidden information, exposes secrets, and brings our core and primary fears to light. Fears from our shadow side cause us to undermine ourselves, and even others. Black Moon Lilith is the lingering feeling that stabs your consciousness and triggers you; If you don't listen to it, you'll grow vicious and paranoid of others and yourself.

My interpretation of the shadow is that it is the home of our primal fear. A fear that has significant power in our lives. It is based on primal, instinctual levels and operates on survival principles. The primary fear is a primary motivator for many of our life decisions.

In the book "The Astrology of the Black Moon: A Guide to Healing the Shadow Side" (Walker, 2011)

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The writer identified the twelve signs and their innate and core fears:

ARIES: fear of unworthiness

Theme: The Shadow of Success

Primary Fear: fear of unworthiness

Self-judgment: how well one performs or measures up

Issues: success; identity; questions about inherent value, self-esteem, and merit

Projection: others‟ success and worthiness are based on what they have attained or accomplished

Goals: to not compare yourself to others; to not measure personal success by anyone else standards, to value yourself as a unique expression of the Creator, therefore, creating self-esteem

Manifestation: The Black Moon in Aries manifests in the intense quest to be valued and feel worthy. However, a deep-seated feeling of unworthiness is in conflict with this quest, often causing beneficial opportunities to be passed up. In life, we are only able to receive what we think we deserve, and when we feel undeserving, we will avoid or reject people, jobs, or options that we feel are too good for us. Self-sabotaging behavior often occurs with the Black Moon in Aries. There can also be a need to prove ones worthiness to others, even in the form of subtle bragging. The Black Moon in Aries staunchly defends itself and rejects anything that does not fall in line with its ideas and beliefs. 

Healing and Transcending:

With the Black Moon in Aries, the belief in inherent unworthiness must be faced. Simply by virtue of being born, we are entitled to and worthy of the joys of life. If All is One, then none are less than others. Each of us carries a spark of the Divine - none are excluded. Healing occurs when we are able to see ourselves as successful and worthy because we are a child of the Universe. When we recognize this, we understand that all other gauges are external and superficial. By holding ourselves in high regard, we naturally align with our highest and best.

Examine where you have settled for less than you wished.

Ask yourself what you would do if somehow, magically, a wand was waved and you were deemed worthy. Strive to connect with this vision. 

Ask yourself how much the appearance of success plays in your life. 

Ask yourself what you are always trying to win. When you discover the answer, decide if you really want it. Is it worth the effort? By practicing the awareness that you do not have to be the best in every situation, you will come to a natural state of internal balance.

Black Moon in Aries: Johnny Cash, Kurt Cobain, Albert Einstein, Elizabeth I, Mahatma Gandhi, Michael Jackson, Prince, Vladimir Lenin, Mary Queen of Scots, Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Mark Zuckerberg

Black Moon in the 1st House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are deeply related to how we feel about ourselves. The shadow side is ingrained in how we use our personal energy, what motivates us and our sense of overall wellbeing. Personal appearance or the way we appear to others is often a major concern. If the shadow is heavily in control, our behavior patterns will strongly reflect it. This placement of the Black Moon is intensely personal and our shadow issues will have a dramatic impact on our lives. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is the vast amount of personal energy at our disposal. This level of energy can produce fantastic healers and immensely creative individuals. We can accomplish monumental feats and have an uncanny ability to turn “negatives” into “positives.”

TAURUS: fear of scarcity

Theme: The Shadow of Security

Primary Fear: fear of scarcity

Self-judgment: how secure/safe one is by the level of comfort

Issues: having enough to feel safe; compulsive consumption; insecurities

Projection: the tendency to criticize others for being lazy, irresponsible (especially with money), or unconventional

Goals: to not fill the void with “things,” to stretch beyond your comfort zone

Manifestation: With Black Moon in Taurus, the more we have, the more comfortable we feel. In turn, the more comfortable we feel, the safer we think we are. With this placement, there is an intense need to feel comfortable because there is a generalized feeling of being unsafe in the world. The Black Moon in Taurus manifests in an almost insatiable desire to consume and accumulate possessions, money, or anything that makes us feel safe and secure. However, no matter how much we acquire, it will never be enough because the void that we are trying to fill cannot be filled in this way. It may be filled momentarily, but the core feeling of insecurity will soon return. Oftentimes, the end result of this constant attempt to satisfy the fear of not having enough is the accumulation of debt, weight, or responsibilities – usually the exact things we are trying to avoid. With this placement of the Black Moon, there is an intense need to feel satisfied. Insecurities are held very deeply and there is tremendous fear of others knowing those insecurities. 

Healing and Transcending:

The belief that the world is unsafe must be confronted. Integrating the idea that we have all that we need inside is what heals this shadow. When we build on who we really are inside, we no longer need to accumulate possessions to feel secure. When we accept that all is going according to a divine plan, we no longer need to fear the events of the world. No matter what, each of us always returns to our Source. This is the security that Black Moon in Taurus seeks.

Cut back on whatever is filling the void. This will bring immediate discomfort and it will leave you with time on your hands. It is important to learn how to “not do” – to become comfortable with stillness. The next time you feel the need to take on more, buy more, or eat more, go and sit by yourself and put on some music, read, practice yoga or throttle down in some way. By practicing being still when you are most uncomfortable, you will be feeding your inner world and requiring less from the outer world.

Black Moon in Taurus: J.S. Bach, Patsy Cline, Howard Hughes, Abraham Lincoln, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Wilhelm Reich, Henry David Thoreau, Vincent van Gogh, Lady Gaga, Kanye West, Lana Del Rey, Bruce Lee, Celine Dion,  Joseph Stalin

Black Moon in the 2nd House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are deeply related to how secure we feel. Financial considerations seem to plague us. The shadow side blurs the lines between emotional needs and material/financial needs; attitudes toward partners can hinge on security issues. The shadow side is ingrained in our value systems, which can at times seem at odds with our behavior. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is the generous, comfortable feeling we engender in others, resulting in many meaningful, lasting interpersonal relationships. People truly enjoy being with us, finding us not only charming but disarming.

GEMINI: fear of rejection

Theme: The Shadow of Acceptance 

Primary Fear: fear of rejection 

Self-judgment: how one compares to others 

Issues: whether others approve or disapprove 

Projection: labeling others as selfish; distaste for people who fail to do “the right thing” 

Goals: to not care if people like or want you, to not compare yourself to others, to express your individuality 

Manifestation: 

Those with the Black Moon in Gemini are morbidly afraid of rejection. They are people pleasers, which often leaves them wondering “what it is we ourselves like and dislike”. This shadow manifests as a need to make decisions or act in accordance with whatever gains acceptance from others. It is damaging to the soul to pursue a life that others wish for us, as it comes at the expense of the expression of individual talents. Actions based on or motivated by another leads to a suppression of the true self. It is a great disservice not to explore who we really are. It is also dangerous to “over-do” for others in hopes that they will like us; ultimately it leads to burn out. At the other end of the spectrum, this placement causes sudden and severe reactions to anything that hints at potential rejection, often causing serious challenges with relationships because we will reject someone before they can reject us. The Black Moon in Gemini will bail out too early or stay way too long. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Gemini, it is necessary to face the need for others‟ approval. Each of us has something special to offer the world. What is important is not if others approve of us, but if we approve of ourselves. That sounds very cliché, but with Black Moon in Gemini we need to provide our own approval. When you are able to consciously put yourself on the line to be rejected, intending that the outcome will not hinder your spirit, you will have regained the power that is trapped in the shadow side. When the shadow is healed, rejection ceases to be an issue because inner acceptance has been achieved - creating a wealth of talent that is available to the world. 

Examine where you are not being self-“ish” or operating from your true self. 

When making decisions and planning your time and resources, ask yourself who you are doing it for. The answer should always be “for myself – for my highest and best which in turn serves the highest and best of everyone.” This doesn‟t mean you are supposed to forget about others; it means that you put yourself into the equation. Healing this shadow requires vigilant monitoring of your time, energy, and money and how you spend them. It will quickly become apparent when your energy is scattered and whose approval you are seeking. By practicing making little decisions based on your own needs, you will integrate and balance you in relation to others. 

Black Moon in Gemini: Marlon Brando, Karl Marx, Frank Sinatra, Mark Twain, Mariah Carey, Joe Biden, Muhammed Ali, Frida Kahlo, Harrison Ford, Stephen Hawking, Shia LeBeouf, Kendrick Lamar, Yoko Ono

Black Moon in the 3rd House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are deeply related to self- expression. The shadow side is ingrained in rigid attitudes and strong opinions that can cause us an endless amount of trouble. At times there is overwhelming confusion about the direction we want to take in life. Early life has a more pronounced effect on us than others. The outgrowths of childhood weave their way through later life in the most resolute ways. Issues with siblings can linger throughout adulthood. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is our uncanny, exacting powers of observation and communication. These talents can be applied in a multitude of ways. Also, our accuracy in perceiving situations gives us a definite advantage in life.

CANCER: fear of abandonment

Theme: The Shadow of Support 

Primary Fear: fear of abandonment 

Self-Judgment: how well one is supported; how much others do or give 

Issues: dependency; co-dependency 

Projection: tendency to dislike those we deem “needy” 

Goals: to do things for ourselves, to not be dependent or “clingy” 

Manifestation: 

Black Moon in Cancer carries a pervasive feeling of being unable to take care of oneself. This shadow manifests in the need to manipulate situations so that one is dependent on others. In this way we are assured of not being alone. This distorted sense of support wreaks havoc on relationships, as others feel burdened or smothered. Many times with the Black Moon in Cancer we feel unappreciated for the things we do for others. The chronic feeling of not being supported halts personal growth, as personal needs are met by others, not by ourselves. 

Healing and Transcending: 

The dependence on others for support must be faced. We must provide our own support by not abandoning ourselves. This means taking care of and addressing our own needs. Action that is in favor of self-sufficiency is in order. Action that is undertaken for others should be unconditional. When the concept of Oneness is integrated, the idea of abandonment is no longer valid and relationships naturally equalize to a state of balance. 

Begin doing the things that you want others to do for you all by yourself. The next time you need something that you would normally ask another to provide for you, go ahead and get it yourself. Begin with small things but work your way up to major ones. 

Do something that you never would have done on your own. By practicing doing more for yourself you will balance the shadow that depends too heavily on others. 

Set up individual systems of support such as retirement funds or other accounts. 

Black Moon in Cancer: Jimi Hendrix, Henry VIII, Janice Joplin, John F. Kennedy, Jr., Malcolm X, Princess Diana, Jennifer Aniston, Elvis Presley, Jay Z, Robin Williams, Paul McCartney, Charles Manson, Naomi Campbell, Kobe Bryant, Rupaul, Paul Newman, Al Capone

Black Moon in the 4th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to our foundation and sense of home. The shadow is ingrained with an overidentification with home and much effort is devoted to cultivating a feeling of belonging. With this placement, relationships with parents (particularly the mother) are often difficult, especially if our parents did not provide a strong home. There is a tendency to be stuck in the past and/or unable to forgive and forget. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is the ability to not only be sensitive to, but accommodate other people needs. If we truly trust someone, we will provide whatever is necessary to make that person happy, making us exceptional partners.

  LEO: fear of change

Theme: The Shadow of Order 

Primary Fear: fear of change 

Self-judgment: the level or station one has achieved 

Issues: order; position; arrogance; self-centeredness; jealousy 

Projection: distaste for or identification with overbearing, vain, or “selfish” people 

Goals: to identify and vocalize others‟ talents and strengths, to identify the opportunities presented by changes, to eliminate feeling jealous 

Manifestation: 

The Black Moon in Leo assaults the ego. It manifests in egocentricity and arrogance. With this placement we are frequently accused of being selfish. This is because our attention is naturally attracted to whatever reinforces our position in life. Any ideas to the contrary are quickly dismissed. The fear of change morphs into the fear of losing face or losing position. Rigid attempts to maintain the existing order, framework, or mindset are common and can lead to exhaustion. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Leo, the need for classification and designation must be faced. In truth, there is no hierarchy – All is One. Change is the nature of the Universe and change brings the opportunity for growth. We each have roles that we slip in and out of; the key is to fluidly take on positions and situations where we both lead and follow so that nothing remains static. It is also important to remember that, by definition, Divine Order is never threatened. 

Give to others. Black Moon in Leo has a tremendous capacity to uplift. ø When you encounter new situations, consider how you could empower someone else who is involved. How could you make them feel more important? Think about how you could give something of yourself to someone else. 

When you are with others, practice trying to discover something very special about them in that moment and then casually mention it. 

Try new things. By practicing changing the order of things, you are healing your shadow. 

Black Moon in Leo: Charles de Gaulle, Ernest Hemingway, Elizabeth II, Lyndon B. Johnson, John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe, Vladimir Putin, Jim Morrison, Pablo Picasso, Christopher Reeve, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Leo Tolstoy, Barack Obama, Rihanna, Adele

Black Moon in the 5th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to the ability to truly enjoy life. This shadow is ingrained in pursuing, but having difficulty finding, pleasure. We are prone to take risks in order to feel stimulated. Issues with the father are found with this placement. The father may have been absent or neglectful, especially if Saturn is prominent. This shadow side may also center on children, either wanting children and not having them or not taking care of ones children. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is resiliency. No matter how disappointed we become, we are rarely down for long. We are excellent problem solvers and leaders. We adapt well to changes and can fluidly change course in mid-stride.

  VIRGO: fear of failure

Theme: The Shadow of Ability

 Primary Fear: fear of failure 

Self-judgment: how much one works, progresses, improves, or fixes 

Issues: feelings of being inherently flawed; self-criticism 

Projection: feeling that others are not performing well enough or are incompetent 

Goals: to not focus on flaws or failures, to not do things to excess, to not feel responsible to fix everything 

Manifestation: 

Black Moon in Virgo finds flaws and then internalizes them. This shadow manifests in chronic dissatisfaction, particularly with oneself. With this placement, we often find it difficult to feel positive about ourselves for great lengths of time. All too soon, a generalized feeling of being “not good enough” creeps back in to maintain internal disequilibrium. Black Moon in Virgo constantly challenges our abilities and, in an effort to prove ourselves, we tend to maintain a very full schedule. We work very hard but can have trouble seeing the forest for the trees, as we operate under the spell of having to do more and more to prove to ourselves and others that we are not flawed. This shadow is the most adept at self punishment. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Virgo, the need to find fault must be faced. A healthier state of mind is achieved when we recognize that nothing is absolute – there is no absolute right or wrong. All levels of ability have something to contribute. Healing this shadow requires understanding that flaws are an illusion. The crucial thing to understand is that when we have the Black Moon in Virgo, we interpret the feeling of separation from Spirit as somehow our fault. Everyone has the feeling of spiritual disconnection, but Black Moon in Virgo personalizes it. This is the root cause of why we feel flawed. To heal the shadow, we must accept that to some degree, this feeling is merely a by-product of the physical experience of life. 

Examine where you feel you have failed. Upon closer inspection, what caused the “failure?” Was it really your fault? Was there really more you could have done or was it just not meant to be? Can you forgive yourself and others for not doing better? 

Can you walk away from “failures” and feel enriched simply by having had the experience? Time is the true test of what is, at the time, perceived to be a failure. By focusing on the experience as opposed to the outcome, the shadow of ability is healed.

Black Moon in Virgo: Alexander Graham Bell, Benazir Bhutto, Sigmund Freud, Galileo, George Washington, 14th Dalai Lama, William Shakespeare, Jon Bon Jovi

Black Moon in the 6th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to health and work. At times there can be problems with co-workers, particularly regarding perceptions of our work performance. The shadow side is ingrained in the level of self-discipline we have. We may be accused of being disorganized. There is also a tendency to vacillate between ignoring our body and focusing too much on it, leading to concerns over health. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is a keen insight into the interrelatedness of things. We often hold a warehouse of information that others find helpful.

LIBRA: fear of loneliness

Theme: The Shadow of Perfection

Primary Fear: fear of loneliness/isolation 

Self-judgment: personal “flaws” are harshly judged 

Issues: perfection; unrealistic expectations; boundary issues 

Projection: criticism of others, particularly the criticism of how things appear 

Goals: to not have to have things be perfect, to be comfortable being alone, to see gray - not just black and white, to not be judgmental 

Manifestation: 

Black Moon in Libra values impeccability and holds everything and everyone to a high standard, especially oneself. This shadow involves pursuit of the “ideal” and keenly feels the separation from spirit. The Black Moon in Libra manifests in intense self-judgment and fragmentation of the self into pieces that are either acceptable or unacceptable. This shadow breaches boundaries and sorts through everything in an attempt to perfect it. It seeks excellence. This results in an unending series of disappointments and can form schisms in relationships. Maintaining any semblance of perfection is exhausting for anyone, but with the Black Moon in Libra, we often find ourselves complaining about being tired or not having enough time. Indecisiveness and self-deprivation are also characteristic of this shadow. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Libra, the need to judge must be faced. This shadow is strongly connected to the journey through the judgment of the Underworld and subsequent rebirth in a whole new way (see Chapter Five on the transits of the Black Moon). It is actually a journey to find what is truly of value. When we are able to see that love is truly the only thing of value, we find inclusion instead of separation. We begin to love all of the parts, not just some of them. When we understand that everything is connected, we see that the fear of separation is an illusion. Healing the shadow of perfection is about seeing our own (and others‟) inner perfection by allowing the “ideals” of the outer, material world to fall away. 

Assess your values. When you find yourself being critical of others, ask yourself if you dislike that same thing in yourself. Examine how you separate yourself from other people. Is there a need to keep some part of you distinct from others? 

When you find yourself being critical, find something valuable about the situation. You might not feel like certain things about you or others are perfect in appearance, but you may find that they are highly valuable in functionality. By practicing finding value, the shadow that believes in the idea of perfection is healed. 

Black Moon in Libra: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Benito Mussolini, Tupac Shakur, Nikola Tesla

Black Moon in the 7th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to partnerships and commitment. This shadow side is urgently motivated to seek mutually-fulfilling relationships, which are often elusive. Also, other people find ways to take advantage of us, sometimes to the point of betrayal. Many times life seems unfair to us and others would probably agree. In the midst of this, there can also be issues of dependence or neediness. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is our ability to perceive and create beauty from the smallest things. Innately tuned toward balance, we easily see what is missing and then endeavor to rectify the situation. This is a very valuable skill that can be translated into many different applications.

SCORPIO: fear of loss

Theme: The Shadow of Death 

Primary Fear: fear of loss 

Self-judgment: based on what one has won 

Issues: winning vs. losing; issues with death/endings 

Projection: rescuing others 

Goals: to not always have to win, to learn how to have closure, to not have to rescue, to not struggle so hard 

Manifestation: 

Black Moon in Scorpio will go to extreme lengths to save, assist, rescue, or win. This shadows favorite prize is something that was hard won. The Black Moon in Scorpio manifests as a deep well of despair with desperate attempts to climb out. We cling or attach to anything that stems the feeling of free-falling through life. Daily life is frequently viewed as a battle to win in order to stave off deepening feelings of loss. Sometimes even casual encounters are judged according to what was won or lost in the exchange. Black Moon in Scorpio is very strong energy that can cause intense levels of anxiety. We are especially attracted to people who are in need of assistance or who are “persecuted” in some way, as this is the preferred method to vicariously save ourselves. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Scorpio, the need to struggle must be faced. Nothing is ever really lost because there really is no death – only transformation into a new form. There is no need to plunge to the depths just to prove that we can win or to try to keep things from ending. Practicing the arts of gratitude and surrender is what facilitates the shift from the perspective of loss to the perspective of love. Material things fall away, but love endures forever. 

Become comfortable with losing. It is essential to let go of anything that you are overly attached to. 

Examine where you have invested most of your energy. Is it a losing battle? Instead of dealing with loss in an indirect way, consciously take action to give up. Imagine how relieved you would feel. 

Take steps to practice ending the smallest things (like phone calls) and work up to being able to step away from situations that cannot be saved (like dead end relationships). You may be surprised to find that something else was waiting all along - you just couldn’t see it while you were busy running away from it. This is the nature of death or endings. They always precede rebirth and beginnings. 

Black Moon in Scorpio: Alexander the Great, Winston Churchill, Nostredame, Steve Jobs, Emily Dickinson, Pope Francis, Walt Disney, Jeff Bezos, John D. Rockefeller, Albert Schweitzer, Mother Teresa, Eminem, Taylor Swift, Johnny Depp, Beyoncé, Dwayne Johnson, Notorious B.I.G

Black Moon in the 8th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to death, inheritance, investments, and sex. This is the most difficult house placement for the Black Moon. The shadow side is ingrained in loss; in fact, we may feel that our lives lead only to loss. With Black Moon in the eighth house, chronic anxiety may be present. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is our great depth of compassion and ability to see beyond the surface. We quickly ascertain people true motivations. Our wisdom and insight is a great benefit to those with whom we are close.

SAGITTARIUS: fear of meaninglessness

Theme: The Shadow of Truth 

Primary Fear: fear of meaninglessness 

Self-judgment: based on intentions and motivations 

Issues: issues related to truth and honesty 

Projection: distaste for people who lie or people who are naïve 

Goals: to not have to have the ultimate answers, to tolerate the ordinary, to not always need “proof” 

Manifestation: 

The Black Moon in Sagittarius manifests in an intense relationship with the concept of “truth.” There is a great need to discern the superlative truth in all things, which causes a never ending sequence of questioning. More importantly, we need to feel like people are telling us the truth, as we do not automatically believe anything simply because it was said. Relationships can become stressed if our partners feel that they always have to prove that they are telling the truth. Themes of deception often play a role in our lives, perhaps as a victim of deception. Ongoing questions about not only our purpose in life, but the purpose of life characterize this shadow. Feelings of stagnation are not tolerated well. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Sagittarius, the need to continue searching must be faced. At some point, one must simply believe. Ultimately, all searching for the truth leads back to the truth that All is One. What is meaningful? Whatever we choose as meaningful is meaningful. This shadow is healed when we see that each of us has an interpretation of truth, which eliminates the need to find one superlative truth. 

Take up the mantle of responsibility for creating meaning in life. Meaningfulness is found by assessing what is truly important. What is meaningful to you? When you know the answers to this question, you will have created truth – the truth according to you. Devotion of your life to your own truth heals the shadow that never believes that truth really exists. 

Black Moon in Sagittarius: Helena Blavatsky, Napoleon Bonaparte, Thomas Jefferson, Carl Jung, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jack London, Claude Monet, Ronald Reagan

Black Moon in the 9th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to our outlook or philosophy in life, religion, spirituality, higher learning, the law, and the world at large. This shadow is deeply concerned with issues of morality. We hold strong opinions, often leading to conflicts with others. There is a tendency to feel disconnected from others or from ourselves. We may even feel compelled to isolate ourselves from the world around us. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is a keen intellect that we are able to translate into many fields of interest. Our knowledge encompasses a wide spectrum, affording us the ability to relate to many different people, should we so desire.

CAPRICORN: fear of neglect

Theme: The Shadow of Control 

Primary Fear: fear of neglect/ not being acknowledged 

Self-judgment: how well one stands out or apart 

Issues: control issues; attention-seeking behavior 

Projection: negative reaction to bossy, showy, or attention-seeking people; rebellion against being told what to do 

Goals: to be comfortable when not in control, to stand up for yourself 

Manifestation: 

The Black Moon in Capricorn manifests as a need to control the course of events. When this shadow dominates, we have a tendency to be demanding. We can go to extreme efforts to gain attention. We have definite ideas about the way things should be and others often succumb to the force of our will. Frequently we refuse to give up until someone – anyone - acknowledges what we have to offer or agrees with what we think is best. A little bit of recognition goes a long way with us, but so does a little bit of neglect, and Black Moon in Capricorn has a long memory. But interpersonal relationships suffer when we wear down another free will to come into compliance with our own. This results in lackluster relationships where the joyful spark of life becomes extinguished. We are very hard workers, but we can also expect a lot from others. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Capricorn, we need to examine what we are trying to control. We also need to give ourselves the recognition we seek. When we are able to do this, there is no longer a drive to ensure that others follow our wishes because we already have what we need. 

Examine where you need to have your way. Observe yourself carefully. Are you telling someone how, when, or what to do? Practice allowing others to go about tasks in their own way. 

Ask others what they would like to do and then do it. Enjoy the feeling of not being responsible for everything. Freedom, spontaneity, and a joyful feeling for life will return when the pressure to be a certain way is removed. 

Black Moon in Capricorn: Leonardo da Vinci, Farrah Fawcett, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Machiavelli

Black Moon in the 10th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to ambition, authority, social status, and responsibility. Tradition and family obligations are important us. This shadow is ingrained in a sense of duty and high aspirations, and we closely monitor our progress in the world as compared to others. We hold high standards and expectations, which can cause interpersonal difficulties if we demand too much from others. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is our ability to persevere. We are hard workers who take more than our share of any load. When we give our word, we do everything in our power to keep it.

AQUARIUS: fear of powerlessness

Theme: The Shadow of Power 

Primary Fear: fear of powerlessness 

Self-judgment: based on the impact/power one has to get what one wants or needs 

Issues: power issues; power struggles 

Projection: distaste for weak or undisciplined people 

Goals: to learn to ask for help, to not overpower others

Manifestation: 

The Black Moon in Aquarius often manifests in a powerful sense of loneliness. Usually we are keenly aware of our intense personal power and are somewhat frightened by it. Our skills and aptitudes can border on genius, often giving us an air of considerable authority. We have strong faculties and diverse talents that can be used to uplift or to crush others. Black Moon in Aquarius is a force rivaled by few, and the temptation to dominate others can become an ongoing battle. It is simply all too easy to emotionally and intellectually overpower others. Ethical concerns can arise, as we are prone to test our limitations. In situations where we feel powerless, we tend to isolate ourselves so no one will see our “weakness.” This self-imposed prison is rife with internal brutality, as we tend to unleash cruel criticism on ourselves for not being stronger. 

Healing and Transcending: 

With the Black Moon in Aquarius, the tendency to overpower others must be faced. When we recognize that we are all connected, there is no need for anyone to overpower another. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses that fluctuate and change over time. The extra boost of power that accompanies Black Moon in Aquarius can be re-routed back into the collective of humanity in the form of brilliant ideas and creations that uplift the whole. A channel or outlet for this power is what is needed to keep it from blowing up. When the focus shifts to sharing power, all benefit. 

Examine if you abuse your power by neglecting or criticizing others. Do you take advantage of others, however unwittingly? Or do you neglect, criticize, or overextend yourself? 

Ask yourself what you would do with all of your power. It is very important for you to answer this question. Are you more afraid of your power or your powerlessness? Discerning the parameters of personal power is what heals this shadow. 

Black Moon in Aquarius: Robert Oppenheimer, Genghis Khan, Ludwig van Beethoven, James Dean, Jacki Kennedy, Salvador Dali, O.J Simpson, Amy Winehouse, Kid Cudi

Black Moon in the 11th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to our hopes, wishes, and dreams. The shadow is concerned with how we fit into the collective of humanity. Issues of the “self versus others” follow us and we may find that we are often accused of being selfish or self centered. Change is usually difficult for us to handle. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is the ability to bring people together. We are natural networkers. We are also interesting people to be around and are true innovators.

PISCES: fear of vulnerability/harm

Theme: The Shadow of Trust 

Primary Fear: fear of vulnerability 

Self-judgment: based on how stable ones emotions are 

Issues: trust issues 

Projection: distrust of people who are “too nice” because they must want something 

Goals: to let down your walls with the appropriate people, to be able to discern who is appropriate for you, to focus on self as much as others 

Manifestation: 

The Black Moon in Pisces is tender-hearted. We are afraid that if others discover this, they will use it against us. There is a tendency to judge people and situations based on the potential of being hurt. We may find it difficult to be open or fully intimate with others. It is often hard to trust others and we test them until we feel safe. This shadow can show up overtly (in unmistakable emotional walls) but it can also show up subtly (appearing on the surface to be very open, but upon closer inspection having definite commitment issues). On the flip side, we can also make commitments before trust is gained. By prematurely trusting, we face betrayal or disappointment. In this way, a vague sense of safety is maintained since a deeper sense of intimacy is never attained. The sense of being separated from Spirit is acute with Black Moon in Pisces and the intense desire to not be present in the “here and now” can lead to emotional addictions, addiction to substances, or escaping our own issues through focusing on others. 

Healing and Transcending:

With the Black Moon in Pisces, the need to put up a wall of protection must be faced. The truth is, life can be painful and people hurt us whether they intend to or not. We need to learn to trust the people we know we can trust. Usually this is the person we are with the most, but proportionately open up to the least. We tend to hold ourselves back, but this is a crime against our souls because we are naturally closest to Spirit and have much to share with others. Our shadow is healed when we trust that we are strong enough to withstand any offense. 

Ask yourself when you feel most vulnerable. In what situations do you cross your arms and cover your chest? How do you cover up or cover over who you really are? 

Consider who you physically, intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally open up to the most? It is important to look at the level of trust you have in the people around you and honestly assess if your trust is well-placed. Balancing the shadow of trust is just as much about not placing trust in the people that you know you shouldn’t as it is about allowing someone else see who you really are. 

Black Moon in Pisces: Jesus Christ (allegedly), Prince Charles, John Lennon, Gerald Ford, Judy Garland, Angelina Jolie, Mike Tyson, Madonna, Harry Styles, Miley Cyrus, Ariana Grande, Leonardo DiCaprio, Al Pacino, Elizabeth Taylor

Black Moon in the 12th House 

Challenges: The greatest challenges of the shadow are related to unconscious motivations, addictions, institutions, and enemies. The shadow is deeply ingrained in anything that is hidden. By its very nature, the Black Moon is hidden, making this placement difficult to understand. There is often a side to us that is unknown to most people. We may have a degree of emotional suffering that is not evident to others until they get to know us. 

Gift: The gift of the shadow is our ability to empathize with others. We seem to easily give to others that which we may not be able to give to ourselves. We are complex people who can handle complex tasks and material with aplomb.

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"Primary fears subvert our personal growth and feelings of happiness. Oftentimes they impede our success because fear is what stops us cold in our tracks when we are venturing into unknown territory. Our choices and actions are directly proportional to the level of control our shadow exerts over us. When the fear that is contained in the shadow side is dominant, we feel unfulfilled and unsatisfied." - (Walker, 2011)

Reference:

Walker, L., 2011. The Astrology of the Black Moon: A Guide to Healing the Shadow Side. Austin, Texas: The Dog Publishing.

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Astrology Observation 14

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🚩 Take note that I'm not a professional astrologer, I just share what I experienced (or observed).

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Neptune in the third house can communicate to spirits, a medium or they wanna try it because it's intriguing to them.

Neptunian Aquarius talks about astrology (or writes about it like me right now lol) all the time, anything supernatural or occult. I also see this as a believer of the two sides which one of the reasons' people's beliefs are split: Science vs. Religion, aquarius are connected to the Field of Science. In short, they are 50% on both sides and sometimes it causes a chaos because we all know duality comes with a price too, below will be a bonus if the native is into occult or divination:

Neptunian Aquarius in the third house always thinks about the future and fantasizes about it. This screams a huge psychic placement. Siblings have psychic skills too and it runs in the generation of their family (Pisces in fourth house). Their neighbors experience supernatural or doing things related to it and the same goes to the native because their Pisces in the fourth house

Aquarius in the third house talks and thinks logically, after all it's an air sign. Even if the native has water placements, they still prefer the logical side (like me lol) which shows that they convert their feelings into something a else: intellectualizing, hypothesizing etc., like a genius would do🤣)

Since their Libra is in the 11th house, most of their friends may be girls or has dominant feminine energy. Again, it's an air sign which denotes that their friends maybe logical, mbti has STJ, active love life, and their friends may fall in love with them?

I have a Leo Sun friend who had a past crush on me

Uranus in the fourth house native rebels against traditional stuffs, they will call out the dirty things of the tradition of or about families such as women doing housework, men not performing home chores because they're men, and

This is nothing special because it's already obvious but Pisces or Neptune in the third or fourth house can have Pisces siblings

I have 2 Pisces Sun siblings, (I'm a Neptune in 3h Aquarius native, Uranian Pisces in 4th: Tropical)

Jupiter in the seventh house have so many crushes or people are crushing on them, they may have multiple exes too; popular people even if they keep a low-key profile

Capricorn in the second house are the provider type in the family and in their other relationships, a living maneuver. Another indicator if their saturn is in the eighth house because they may also want to manage other people's money: Gift giving and acts of service is definitely their love language.

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matt sturniolo x reader

summary: pure brain rot of admiring and longing for matt… basically mindless self indulgence

warnings: weed, stoner!triplets, suggestive at the end

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“Yo, want some?” You’re pulled from your thoughts by Chris mumbling quietly and nudging your shoulder, a tightly rolled joint sitting loosely between his fingers. A trail of smoke from the end of the joint swirls throughout the dimly lighted room, painting the air with hazy coils.

You shake your head with a kind smile, “m’not in the mood, thank you, though” you say sweetly. He furrows his brows and purses his lips, confusion contorting his features, before shrugging his shoulders and passing it off to Nick who was sat to his right. 

Music played lowly from your phone, burning up from both the bluetooth speaker and charger it was connected to, both of which Chris opposed your possession of. Your oversized shirt slightly slips off your left shoulder as you stare down at your phone sitting atop your lap, legs crossed tightly underneath you, knees protesting in dull aches.

Various friends talk in scattered conversations, 6 people sitting in a poorly configured circle, a space left open for Matt who had just left to retrieve the food delivery.

Half a minute felt like an eternity that he was gone, ease filling your body as you watch him emerge from the staircase, a large bag of Wing Stop in his hands.

It’s crazy how much you miss him when he isn’t with you. How much you crave him when he is gone. He wasn’t even yours, so why did it feel like he was?

The joint is passed to him almost immediately as he sat down, brown paper bag placed in the center of everyone, greedy hands reaching in to take the flavor-coated wings. Your hands stay situated to yourself, eyes drifting over to Matt, head tilted up as he pulled smoke into his lungs, glancing over at you before exhaling.

He smirks and holds the drug out to you. “Nah bro she’s not-” Chris starts, but cuts himself off as you take the rolled paper from Matt’s grasp, fingers grazing over his as you do so.

Nick and Chris alike stared in skeptical confusion as you mirror Matt’s previous actions, his gaze never leaving you and his smile never leaving his face.

Your eyes close as you let the psychoactive drug take action, enjoying the dizzying feeling in your head. Opening your eyes, you’re met with Matt’s intense gaze, lips darting out over his still-smiling lips. Seconds pass.

“Don’t babysit” Chris whines and nudges you again. He gratefully takes the joint from your fingers, taking his much desired hit and blowing smoke into your face as he spoke; “what happened to ‘not in the mood’?” he grins, recalling your almost apparent feelings for his brother.

You furrow your brows and wave your hand in front of your face, sleeves doing circles around your wrist, brackets clinking against each other. “I’m in the mood now” you shrug you shoulders, quickly glancing over to Matt whose eyes are still fixated on you, cheeks heating up under his stare.

“Yeah, right.”

Four more circles are completed, the last one ending with you inhaling the last of the joint into your lungs, searching for some place to put it out. As you exhale, Matt holds his hand out offering to take it from you. Latching onto the base, he takes a hold of it, licking his thumb and pointer finger, pinching the end to snuff it out. He winced as he did so, tossing it in the now empty Wing Stop bag.

In your peripheral you can see Chris already lighting another preroll, the flick of an almost dead lighter that was most definitely yours catching your attention.

However, you could hardly keep your eyes off the man sat to your left, so close yet so far.

Lounging back comfortably on the plush off-white couch, arms crossed over his chest, his legs were spread out perfectly—just the right amount of room to fit someone of your size.

Practically shaking your head to rid yourself of your thoughts, you try to tune into the conversation being had right now.

“This is literally just a plain wing, like they didn’t put shit on here” Nick voices, but his voice was so distant, you were already back to ogling Matt. His tongue pushing into his cheek while he smiles and nods, hair tossed messily.

His chest lifts up and down slowly as he breathes in and out his tattooed arm flexing and relaxing as he moves his hand underneath his shirt, running his painted nails over the area just under his sweatpants band.

You catch sight of the top of his boxers as he pulls his hand away, shirt getting caught on his index finger’s ring, leaving a sliver of skin exposed to the hazy air.

His earrings perfectly reflect the lamp a few feet away, sending flashes of light into your vision. You blink slowly, eyes refocusing each time you expose them to the sultry lighting of the living room. Montell Fish hums lowly through the speaker making the one-sided moment all the more intimate.

Matt felt your eyes on him, trailing up and down his figure, staring at him with open endearment. Turning his head to you, he puts all his focus onto you—that’s what you were craving, wasn’t it?

He stares into your droopy eyes, watching as you notice his gaze on you. You perk up slightly, face flushing as you slowly flutter your eyes at him “do I have something on my face?” He jokes out, wetting his lips once more.

You pull your lips in between your teeth and shake your head sheepishly, sinking more into the couch and looking away from him. “Well don’t look away now, wanna see your pretty face” he drew out, voice low and hoarse pulling the hem of your sock with his index, letting it snap back into place. Your head snaps back over to him, the high making your head spin.

You focus again on him, noticing how his eyes were just as droopy as yours. He grabs onto the second joint of the night and takes a quick hit, staring at you as he lifts his fingers up to your face, placing the filter in between your lips.

Sucking the smoke into your mouth, you fold under his gaze. The way he looks at you was more intoxicating than the strongest drug, giving you a high you by simply being present. You grab the joint, letting his hand drop and quickly handing it to Chris, refusing to break eye contact.

Matt’s hand snakes around your back, pulling you into him and watching as you nuzzle into him. His scent invades your senses, sending waves over your already sensitive nerves. His left hand falls onto your thigh that was sprawled out over his lap, you glance up at him.

He watched your lashes flick up and down as you slowly trailed your eyes between his eyes and lips, crossfaded off of him and the contents of the joint still being passed around. His head dips, nose brushing against your cheek eliciting goosebumps to slowly crawl up your limbs and neck. He presses a chaste kiss to the area just under your ear, smiling as you grip his shirt.

Your hand gently rakes through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp, pulling a sigh from him—you barely even notice the action, however it seems to have a strong effect on him. He grips your hands and pulls both you and himself up abruptly.

He watched you as you nearly topple over onto the coffee table, hands stabilizing you by your hips.

The rest of the group is quickly pulled from their conversation, looking at you in confusion.

“Congrats, chris, you can play music now.” Was all he said before tugging on your hand, placing his hand on your lower back and directing you to his room.

He just barely closes the door before he pulls you into him, hands gripping roughly onto your hips as you collide into him, lips hovering over each other. You were both breathing heavily as you continued to stare into each other’s eyes

“Need you so bad” he mumbles out, holding himself back from making any further advances without some type of conformation from you; “y’look so pretty right now.”

“m’all yours, Matt”

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Seventeen reaction when you're playing with their hair while sitting on their lap .

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Seventeen reaction when you're playing with their hair while sitting on their lap.

S.COUPS

Although he pretends to be indifferent, Seungcheol secretly loves it when you play with his hair. The sensation of your touch near the back of his sensitive neck gives him full-body shivers, revealing his true enjoyment. You playfully tease him about it, but he doesn't mind because you still do it whenever he asks.

JEONGHAN

He absolutely adores it when you touch his hair, especially on difficult days. It's the one thing he shamelessly begs you for, and head scratches are his favorite. He lets you experiment with different hairstyles on him. You both have a giggle fest while putting on various hair clips, and he finds it incredibly adorable.

JOSHUA

Joshua would have a gentle smile on his face, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment. He would appreciate the closeness and the soothing feeling of your touch, making him feel cherished and loved. He might rest his head against yours, cherishing the moment.

Jun

This would be one of those rare times when he'll not feel horny having you on his lap like this but rather find you extremely cute and innocent. Jun would smile gleefully at those innocent touches, appreciating the closeness and the gentle touch.

Hoshi

Hoshi would absolutely love it. He would find it incredibly soothing and comforting as being the leader of performance unit, he's always tired of choreographing new dance moves. Hoshi might lean back, letting himself relax into your touch, and might even close his eyes, enjoying the tender moment of affection.

Wonwoo

He would initially be surprised but would quickly warm up to the idea. He would enjoy the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, finding it soothing and relaxing. With a soft smile, he would wrap his arms around you, cherishing the intimate moment between you both.

Woozi

Woozi might act a bit flustered at first, trying to maintain his composure. However, as you continue playing with his hair, he would gradually relax and lean into your touch. He would appreciate the intimacy and the connection it brings.

Mingyu

Mingyu would playfully tease you, pretending to be nonchalant about it, but secretly he would enjoy every second of it. He would relish the sensation of your fingers running through his hair and would hold you a little tighter, appreciating the closeness and the warmth that it brings. But him being a horny little pup you may hope for the things to get spiced up.

The8

The8 would initially act a bit shy or reserved, but as you continue playing with his hair, he would gradually become more at ease. He would find the moment between you two extremely intimidating and appreciates the sensation and the care you put into it, finding it both comforting and affectionate. It would create a special bond and a moment of tranquility between you and him.

DK

Seokmin would absolutely adore it. He would wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He will find you the most endearing person and he'll be really grateful to the heavens that you're his. He would just appreciate your mere existence and when you shower him with affection like this, he can't help but smile wide while holding you closer.

SEUNGKWAN

Seungkwan would probably giggle and playfully protest, trying to hide his blush. However, deep down, he would absolutely love the attention and the closeness. He would treasure the affectionate moment between you both.

Vernon

Well i think he's be confused at first as he may not be used to that level of physical affection. However, as he gets more comfortable, he would begin to enjoy it. He might express his gratitude through a gentle nod or by giving you a warm look, conveying how much he appreciates your affectionate gesture.

Dino

Dino would find it incredibly sweet and heartwarming. He would lean into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Dino might playfully tease you or giggle, but deep down, he would truly appreciate the gesture

[berryjoong]

✩ sunkissed - lee felix ✩

pairing: lee felix x afab/fem reader

summary: soft, slow mornings like these were always your favorites, just you and your sunkissed angel.

song: sunkissed ~ khai dreams

word count: 2.6k

warning: smut under the cut, minors do not interact! unprotected sex (stay safe kids), fingering (f rec), creampie, use of pet names (princess, baby, darling), honestly just vv soft and vanilla lmao

small a/n: this is my first time writing anything even remotely ✨spicy✨ so feel free to leave constructive feedback! sorry if it lowkey sucks lmaoo but requests are open, so drop an idea if you’d like !!

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soft, slow mornings like these were always your favorites.

you blinked a couple times as you slowly woke up. golden rays of sunlight enveloped you and the beautiful boy next to you, giving his honeyed skin a nearly ethereal glow. felix was still sound asleep, quiet huffs leaving his slightly parted lips as he dozed in the soft morning sun.

you smiled a little to yourself, reaching a finger up to lightly trace patterns between the freckles that dotted his bare shoulders. it was one of your favorite pastimes, truly. you could just lay there all day, endlessly connecting constellations from the little stars his skin was made up of. as you gazed over at him, you were wholly unsure of how you ended up with someone that wasn’t just beautiful on the outside but also the sweetest person you’d ever met.

slowly, a few moments later, the angel boy next to you started to stir. he lifted his head up from where it rested on the pillow just slightly and blinked once, twice, before his eyes fully fell on you. a gentle, sweet smile stretched across his lips the moment his sleepy brain registered where he was and that you were there in front of him.

“good morning, my love,” felix mumbled out, early morning voice a touch deeper than his normal tone.

“morning, my sunshine,” you said back, your own voice soft, so as to not disturb the calm quiet of the morning. you reached the hand that had previously been on his shoulder up to gently brush away a few strands of blonde hair from his forehead. the light color of his hair only added to the fact that he looked like a walking ray of sunshine.

felix gave you a sleepy smile, though his eyes were still full of a starry love only he was capable of. you smiled back, just taking in his heavenly sunkissed form in the soft morning light.

“you’re so pretty, lix,” the quiet words escaped your lips before you even had time to think.

slowly, his smile grew wider and he shook his head. “i think you’re thinking of yourself, lovely,” he said, before leaning forward to lightly press his lips against your own.

you reciprocated the move immediately, kissing him back in the same relaxed manner that he kissed you. you smiled against him, bringing a hand around to the back of his neck and gently pulling him in closer.

you felt him smile into the kiss you shared in return, nudging his nose against your own. “i love you so much,” he murmured into your mouth, not wanting to pull away and be separated from you.

you pulled back just barely to shake your head. “mm, i love you more.”

felix let out a soft whine in disagreement and just kissed you again, not wanting to argue when he knew you wouldn’t let up.

the two of you stayed like that for some time, all tangled up together, lazily pressing kisses against one another. you weren’t in any rush, you just enjoyed the quiet of the morning and the gentle comfort of each other.

you ran your hands through felix’s hair as he detached himself from your lips and started slowly leaving a trail of small open mouthed kisses down your neck. your breaths fell shallow as he made his way to your collarbone and left a small nip there before returning to your lips and kissing you once more.

you lightly pressed yourself more to him as you kissed him back. your hands found their way to the back of his neck again as he rolled over, carefully lifting himself on top of you. he smiled against your lips as one of his hands crept its way under the hem of your shirt and to the soft skin beneath.

you breathed out a quiet sigh as his fingers danced across your skin, wandering ever higher. before you knew it, you were trying to wriggle out of your shirt to allow him to touch more of you.

at this, felix pulled back just slightly, a small smirk playing at his lips. “what does my baby want?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you know full well what. just help me get my shirt off,” you said, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt again.

“whatever my princess wants,” felix answered, teasing tone gone as he helped you pull your sleep shirt up and over your head.

with the layer of fabric that previously covered you gone, he sat back for a moment and just admired you. “wow…” he breathed out, awestruck smile adorning his lips. “you really are truly gorgeous, my love.” just like that, he dove back into kissing you. he kissed you like you were the very air he breathed—like without you, he would just cease to exist. he ran his fingers up and down your sides, causing you to shiver slightly at his touch.

your hands cupped either side of his face before they slid to rest on his shoulder blades as he left your lips again. he slowly mouthed his way back down your neck, taking his time to show you just how much he loves you.

he lightly rolled his hips over yours and you couldn’t help the soft, breathless noises that left your lips at his motions. you gripped his shoulders tighter and tilted your head to give him easier access to your neck. and with every lazy roll of his hips, you felt the need for him grow inside you.

he pulled back just slightly to admire the artwork he’d created on your skin. tiny bites and light bruises showcased how much he was yours, just as much as you were his. you opened your eyes and caught his gaze, warm brown now dark, his pupils blown out wide with want. bare skin and blonde hair already mussed up, he was the picture of messy perfection.

you pulled him back down, a groan leaving him as soon as his lips hit yours. one of his hands found its way up to your chest, kneading at the flesh there. you gasped, mouth pulling back from his when he lightly pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the bud between his fingertips. he took this opportunity to lean down and capture your other nipple in his mouth, sucking softly and flicking his tongue over it.

your hands were back in his hair immediately, the soft moans leaving your mouth slowly becoming louder the longer he played with your nipples. he focused on them one at a time, lightly pulling at each one with his teeth. you tugged on his hair, causing him to groan against your skin once more. his hips rolled down to meet yours again and you bucked your hips up into him, needing some relief from the growing ache in your core.

breathlessly, you begged him, “l-lix, baby, please…”

he looked up from where he was and let your nipple fall from his mouth with an obscene pop. “what do you want, my love? use your words,” he said, his gentle tone so in contrast to his words and actions.

you felt yourself flush even as you answered him, “more- more of you.”

one of his eyebrows raised as his lips quirked upwards in a slight smirk. “and where do you want me, lovely?”

you let out a soft whine and pushed your hips into his again. “inside me, please, lixie,” you begged, desperation growing in your voice. “need you in me.”

his smirk faded to a genuine smile once more and he leaned up to leave a light kiss on your nose. “as i said, whatever my princess wants right now, she will get.”

with that, he leaned back and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of your sleep shorts, pulling them and your underwear down your legs. his smile grew only wider, seeing you all pretty and spread out for him, already clenching around nothing. gently, he ran his hands up and down your inner thighs a few times, just appreciating the beautiful wonder you were laid out before him.

“fuck, you’re glistening, baby. so ready for me,” he breathed. slowly, he dragged one of his fingers up through the wetness that had gathered at your core. your back arched slightly at his movements and you let out your loudest moan yet.

felix chuckled at your reaction and slipped that finger inside you a moment after, in love with the way you clenched around him immediately. “does my baby like that?” his voice was lower, deeper than normal. you could hear the need for you in his tone, making you shiver and grip his finger tighter.

he pushed a second finger in, beginning to move them at a languid pace. the extra feeling made you moan out loud again, head thrown back at the contact.

“yes, lixie, fuck, always- always so good,” you stammered out, already only half coherent.

he chuckled lowly, curling his fingers slightly, relishing in the way your warm walls felt around him. he brought his thumb up to play with your clit and nearly lost it when you whimpered at his touch. he leaned down and kissed you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as he worked you with his fingers.

you pulled away just enough to whimper out, “please, stop teasing, want- want your cock in me. please, need you.”

felix swore in that moment, he could’ve came just from your words alone. he nodded and pressed another hurried kiss to your lips. he was quick to pull his fingers out of you and shed his bottom layers, cock bouncing up against his lower abdomen, all hard and flushed and pretty just for you.

gently, he spread your thighs a little wider before settling himself between them. he glanced up at you, the smile on his face much too soft and pure for the setting you both were in.

“ready?” there was that gentle tone again, always present to make sure you felt safe saying no if you wanted. you nodded quickly though, and wriggled your hips slightly in anticipation.

felix chuckled at your eagerness and took his length in one hand, slowly dragging the head through your folds, up and down. it took another whimper of, “please,” from you before he carefully lined up with your entrance and pushed into you. you both let out matching moans at the feeling of him sinking deeper and deeper. he nestled himself into you, bottoming out moments later.

he braced himself with his arms on either side of you, dropping his head against your neck while you relaxed and adjusted to him. he left a few more soft pecks where your shoulder and neck met before he slowly started to move. he lazily fucked into you, in no rush, just rolling his hips and taking his time to savor the feeling of your tight heat sucking him in every time he pulled back.

“fuck, you’re absolutely perfect, darling,” he said, a breathy moan following his words as he felt you flutter around him. “always so, so perfect. just like you were made for me.”

you moaned at his words, wrapping your legs around his hips and clawing at his shoulders, the raw need to just be close overwhelming you. you swore at the feeling of him reaching even deeper in you once you hooked your ankles together behind his back. his hips stuttered at the move and he had to take a moment to collect himself before he started thrusting again.

his hands wandered all over your body, his lips kissed every part of you he could reach and added to the mosaic he’d started on your neck. the only noises in the room were just that of skin on skin and your moans mingling together. the obscene sounds were like utter music to felix’s ears and spurred him on more to do whatever he could to hear those sweet noises fall from your lips again.

his moans slowly became more breathy and airy as his thrusts steadily started to pick up speed, unable to help himself anymore. “just- fuck- just love you so much. you’re so good for me, lovely,” he babbled, his own brain clouding as his high started to approach.

you pulled him closer, grabbing at any part of him that you could, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach starting to build.

“so- so good… so good to me, lix,” you stumbled across your words and bucked your hips up to meet his, both of you chasing your own highs. “oh fuck- i’m close.”

felix let out a whimper as he mouthed at your neck once more, clearly close as well. “me too- shit, me too, baby. fuck, come on, cum for me, sweetheart,” he rambled, sneaking a hand down to rub at your clit again. he moved away from your neck to find a slightly better angle, thrusts faster and more sloppy than before.

the added sensation on your clit was all you needed to come undone around him. you let out a loud whine of his name as your body shuddered and your walls clenched tightly over his cock. feeling you tighten around him was enough to make his mind go absolutely blank. a few deep thrusts later and felix was following right behind you, cumming hard inside you as an airy, high-pitched moan tumbled from his lips. his hips stuttered again as he worked through his high, helping you come down from yours as well. he shallowly fucked into you a couple more times before slumping against you, cock still buried deep inside you, his face finding its way back into your neck shortly after.

you both were panting heavily, just staying where you were for a few moments while you came back down to reality. felix let out a soft whimper from overstimulation as he slowly pulled out of you a minute later.

he placed another gentle kiss on your neck, over one of the bruises he’d made minutes earlier. “i love you so much, my perfect baby,” he mumbled, voice already heavy again with oncoming sleep.

you smiled, leaving a soft kiss on the top of his head. “and i love you too, my sunshine.”

you felt as he smiled against the skin of your neck, just staying slumped against you for a beat longer before hauling himself up and to the bathroom for a washcloth to clean you both off. he returned a second later, warm, wet washcloth in hand and set to gently wiping you down. for felix, aftercare was just as important as everything you’d just done together. no matter how hard or soft he went on you, you knew he’d always be there afterward to clean you up and cuddle you to your heart’s content.

when he was finished cleaning you both off, he just threw the dirty washcloth to the floor and climbed back into bed with you.

“i’ll get it later. just need more cuddles from my love right now,” he said softly, blinking sleepily as he gently pulled you into his arms.

you happily reciprocated his affections and cuddled into his arms, curling back into a ball in his hold. you felt him kiss the top of your head before he slowly started to drift off to sleep again. while you weren’t as close to sleep as felix, you’d be more than content to stay there with him as long as he needed.

you truly loved soft, slow mornings like these. there was no rush as the rest of forever stretched out comfortably in front of you, just you and your sunkissed angel.

[thedreemer-artrequestsopen]

🖍️Chucky Headcanons🔪

🧩Jake Wheeler and Devon Evans🖍️

🧃🔆They’re both caregivers! 🔆🐛

‧₊˚📚✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ Devon will definitely tell the little ones stories! He has a really nice reading voice (hence the podcast) 𖥔..ᝰ🖍️📚˚₊‧

🎨 ᝰ!Jake is a Big Brother Caregiver! He’s really fun! He’ll bike you down to the park and push you on the swing!Ꮺ🛝 

🪁  ᡣ𐭩 •˚ Devon is really good at comforting you, talking you down from tantrums or anxiety/panic attacks. •˚ ᡣ𐭩 🍇

🥏ৎ𖡎 Jake is a cuddler, definitely! Always giving his little sib uppies and piggy back rides! But he’s still super careful, though. 𖡎🩹 ༘⋆

⋆˚✿˖°🧸Lexy Cross ⋆‧˚🦄and 🌈 ˖𓍢ִNadine! ﹏🌱

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Lexy, for a long time, just thinks she’s a Big Sister Caregiver. But she’s a trauma regressor, undetermined age/age range ˚⋆𐙚｡🦩✧˚

𓍯𓂃🧇 ༘ ⋆｡˚ Nadine is a Playmate/Caregiver! They like calling the friend group a little “family” and is great at taking care of their little one! 𓇢𓆸𓏧🪿

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

ﾟ。Nadine takes care of Lexy really well!

　ﾟ･｡🌷͙֒  Whenever Lexy regresses she usually just wants Nadine, and can get a bit fussy.

🐣A little “Fussy Ducky” if you ask Nadine! 🐣

🧸ྀི˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚. When she’s not regressed, and Caregiving, Lexy’s not the softest and can be a bit mean. But it’s always in good fun! 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ.

🚂 ⇆ !Junior Wheeler! ⇆ 🍼

Junior is an Age Dreamer and a Pet Dreamer! 

         zᶻ.   Junior is a really sleepy little guy.

૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ

Whenever he’s pet/age dreaming, he just tends to cuddle up with a stuffy, chew on it, and take a nap. 

˚☽˚｡⋆ When Lexy was still Junior’s caregiver, she would sing him lullabies to sleep. But, other than being tired. Junior wasn’t the best at communicating he was regressed. ⋆°•☁︎

જ⁀➴₊⊹ The Tilly/Ray/Valentines ⛧°♱༻⋆

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆❗️Tiffany Valentine is a Caregiver❗️⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

༯-❥🧸She’s a Mama/Mommy for sure! She’s very doting, a tiny bit strict on rules. But very good at helping her little one feel small and comfy as possible! 🍼 -❥༯ 𐬺𖦹꧁🂱ཐི~ Tiffany picks the little ones up, bouncing them on her lap and soothing them as she plays poker. Doing her best not to disturb them. ~ཋྀ 🂱꧂𖦹𐬺

𓉸ྀི ⫘⫘⫘ 🍭Tiffany, despite her past and many connections. Likes to keep her little ones away from horror as much as possible (unless you like it, of course!) she’s pretty strict on rules, especially when it comes to manners.🍫 ⫘⫘⫘ 𓉸ྀི   (  ᵔ ᵔ)But even Tiff can’t resist a “Please”

☁︎🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⋆⭒˚Glenda is a big sibling/babysitter caregiver and a bit of a trouble maker. ⋆°☁︎🦇 ݁⭒˚.⋆

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Glenda will definitely steal candy out of Tiffany’s stash, sneak little ones out of time out, and teach em bad words! All for fun, of course! ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 🎱✞⋆⋆⋆⛓️ Glenda makes Deco Paci’s!! They’re super maximalist and into decora, anything you want bedazzled, they’ll make it for you!⛓️ ⋆⋆⋆ ✞︎ 🎱

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ 🧃Glen is a padded regressor! 🧃ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

₊˚⊹♡🦡 When Glen is regressed, they’re always shy and reserved 🦡₊˚⊹♡

♡ྀི They’re a little possum though, they love burying into blanket forts, chewing up all their Pacifiers, and stimming, a lot! ♡ྀི

🎞️~~The Final Girls~~🐌

∘˚˳🪵˚✧๑⁰ Andy Barclay is a Trauma regressor to about 6, whenever he regresses he’s always usually tantruming or throwing stuffed animals around∘˳✧๑⁰˖°🪑՞٥

⊹ ࣪ ˖🪐୭˚Andy usually is always angry when regressed, he uses it to vent his frustrations. Scribbling on papers till they tear, and punching stuffies. But Kyle makes sure to never call him bad. ᵎᵎ🧺

*ੈ☕️‧₊˚༺Nica Pierce is a Papa Caregiver!༻*ੈ🥨‧₊˚ ˙🕰️ʅʃ˖°📜 ༘ ⋆｡˚She’s really fun and playful,  not really big on rules. She loves cooking for you and playing pretend! ˙🎻ʅʃ˖°🎞️ ༘ ⋆｡˚

🧸ྀི ༘⋆✿Nica always has a way to make mundane tasks- like chores- really fun! Definitely has a sticker chart/reward system for her little! ༘⋆✿ 🧸ྀི

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅Andy has a big sweet tooth. Putting 2 spoonfuls of sugar in his cereal as he watches old vhs tapes of his favorite Saturday morning cartoons ⋅ ☆🍨₊ ⊹

🍪~ Kyle always makes sure to never     call Andy “bad”. As he’s been called a bad kid for a lot of his life. ~🍪

𖠋ᰔᩚ 

[railingsofsorrow]

Sun-bleached Paper Petals

[spencer reid x original character]

summary: when iris valencia sent a letter to a certain doctor reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. at all. but she did get one. and they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face.

pairing: s.reid x oc!iris valencia

warning/content: friends to lovers trope; fluff; corny jokes; slowburn!; geniuses flirting; mentions of tw!sensitive topics: body insecurities; mental illness; signs of abuse and trauma; descriptions of injury/violence/death and case details. (I'll insert warnings in the beginning of each chapter in case it's necessary)

A/N: whoever wants to be tagged for this fic, fill this out or dm me.

A/N²: the dates in the chapters’ title are not related to days that I will post them, they're just connected to the characters letters.

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DISCLAIMER: None of the scientific facts in here should be taken seriously, most of them are inaccurate. This is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only.

[chapters]

0.0 pinterest moodboard

0.1 meet the oc!

ACT I ━━ ‘LETTERS’ [COMPLETED!]

1.1 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 3𝚛𝚍; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

1.2 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 6st; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

1.3 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 11𝚝𝚑; 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖛.

1.4 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 13𝚝𝚑; 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗.

1.5 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 15𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

1.6 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 17𝚝𝚑; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

1.7 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 20𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

1.8 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 23rd; 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗.

1.9 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25th; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

ACT II ━━ ‘MEETING YOU’

2.1 catharsis

2.2 solus

2.3 admonitio

2.4 infidus

2.5 IN PROGRESS..

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taglist: @lilyviolets ; @chayceschultz ; @cultish-corner ; @lover-of-books-and-tea ; @theonecalledrue

[ghostieeeee]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒: 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐)

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ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: spelling errors? ^-^

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

It hadn't taken long for the gathering of people to slowly diminish, it was nearing half six and many of the attendees had classes first thing tomorrow. So pinning them with a highlighting factor of 'early classes' wasn't ideal- especially as you understood from your ever haunting highschool days.

Those were something to remember but never to bask in. Sure, high school was easier, and the expectations were far fewer than what they are currently, but social gatherings weren't as fun. Being older- even if it's only been a year- has proven itself beneficial thus far with the entertainment it provides. Being stuck at home with parents has showcased the boundaries in which teenagers are required to follow, even if they are of age to take care and have responsibility over themselves.

You suppose, that's why you begged your parents to live on campus, only telling them white lies to get the outcome you pleaded for. In the end, you won your case- stating that it's far more beneficial as it also ensures you're never late to class, partly due to the new dorm mate factor of all else.

Winning that argument was probably the best thing that's happened to you in a while. You value your freedom as much as the next person does, and you'd never not fight for that now that you're older.

"Danielle!" A dramatic gasp has you turning in a state of curiosity and confusion. Hyein was always one to overreact, but what would she have to overreact about at a small welcome party? "There's no way you got her to come"

Hyein spoke the word "her" as if it were a sacred word, the three letters rolling from her tongue with a certain weight to them, almost as if they would fall through the floor.

"Who's her?" Danielle responded with a confused frown,"I need more detail than that to answer your question"

"Her-" Hyein repeated with a head nod, her eyes growing wider by the second. You're positive that if someone doesn't turn her head away from whatever she's fixated on, her eyeballs would just roll down her cheeks and squish onto the carpeted flooring. "Kazuha"

Now, the secrecy of the word "her" made more sense. But still, even with the name being linked to the word, it only made it seem more ominous than not.

"Kazuha? She's here? I didn't invite her though…" Danielle ponders, her sentence fading off into a jagged whisper as she concentrates on possible connections people here could have. Unfortunately, she came up with none,"no one here talks to her"

"She's too reserved to talk to people she doesn't know. Kazuha isn't interested in making new friends. Never has been, never will be," Hanni points out,"maybe you're just hallucinating. Are you sure you're not sick?"

"Sick?" Minji tunes in, raising her hand to place it upon the latter's forehead. Hyein has to swat her hand away, her fingers almost swaying with intensity as she hits with unrelenting speed.

"I'm not sick, she really is here, look!"

You hadn't been all too bothered to look. After that awkward interaction in the gym earlier, there's no way she'd want to see you this soon… surely?

But of course, someone had to prove you wrong as even Haerin called your name, her quiet voice seeming so loud all of a sudden. The sudden rise in her voice had you turn away from the table full of drinks, your cup now refilled as you look on at the slightly younger girl. "What's up?"

Haerin could only give you a blank stare, her lips forming a straight line as she winces slightly,"You've managed to drag Kazuha here. That's what's up"

"Me? How did I do that?" You reply, sounding equally as confused as Haerin does as you project the accusation off of yourself.

"I don't know. Danielle begged for Yunjin to come- to which she left only minutes after you started talking-"

That felt like an attack...

"I didn't beg at all" Danielle almost scoffs, her normally happy attitude going stale with the dose of alcohol in her system "I asked her, and she basically agreed immediately"

"Basically?" Minji frowned, questioning the tipsy girl's words.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that no one talks to her, so surely you've done something to have caused her appearance," Haerin concludes, staring you down.

"I-" you stutter, looking down to the strange mixture in your cup. You've been trying to remake that same drink Yunjin had made for you just over an hour ago, but you've failed each time so far. "I met her earlier"

"Shit-" a bellowing slap follows the slur. It was Minji slapping the back of Hannis head. "What was that for?"

"No swearing," Minji warns with a harsher tone. She'd make for a great professional in anything requiring a stern face and unfaltering voice. Maybe she should've been the one to take law. Dance couldn't be all that bad, right? Or maybe it was, with all the muscle fatigue Hanni gets left with after a particularly harsh day.

"We talked a bit, but I swear I never told her about this. How could I? This was a surprise!"

"Lia-'' Haerin mumbles, eyes searching the room for the unnaturally blond haired girl.

"Lia had to take Yuna home. Something about Yuna being too tired and needing to be awake extra early tomorrow for boxing," Hanni grumbles, still glaring at the executioner of the harsh slap.

"Either way, Kazuha is here! And she looks like she's looking for you" Hyein wiggles her eyebrows, sending you a cheeky grin. Oh, how you wished you could retaliate, but you couldn't. You couldn't deal with the guilt tripping she'd put you through later.

"Shit, she really does-" another slap booms in your ears as Hannis head now sags in defeat.

"Stop swearing…" You blink, staring at your friends as Minji proceeds to give Hanni an earful about her negative influence and how it could "impact the broader society one day"

Honestly, you wanted nothing more than to slip into the shadows and be forgotten about for a while to prevent any more attention from being placed on you in a format of hitting and scolding. It was destined to happen anyway. You couldn't seem to get through one conversation without being scolded by your older friends.

So, you did just that. You slipped out of the pack gathering and snuck away from their arguing voices. You escaped the social aspect of the night, or so you thought. You had barely made it across the room when you were called over by an unknown voice- bubbly and loud as it tugged on your ears.

You contemplated just walking away, cowering in Danielles bedroom- which you're sure you could've identified in a heartbeat with all the "aesthetic" pictures she posts of it on the group chat- but that would be rude. These people came for you, or so you'd like to think. And as the centre of attention during this event, you should really thank people for coming at the very least.

So, with heavy eyelids, you turn to find the source of your internal conflict- but what you're greeted with has your mood lift almost simultaneously.

The voice came from a girl no younger than you. With her wide smile already occupying her face, it was hard to stray from the innocent look. Her black hair was tied in two low-down pigtails held up by silk bows. Her outfit consisted of a dark blue sweater over a white t-shirt with black, ripped jeans. However, as nice as this girl looked- it was the person beside her that caught your eye.

It was Kazuha.

Kazuha was mentally long gone, eyes focused heavily on something on the floor as her expression remained blank, eyes never blinking. She was no longer in her gym fit, and instead was now wearing a simple black hoodie with matching joggers.

"Come here!" The smiling girl yells out again, finally dropping her hand once you start moving towards the two females. The small walk felt like decades as your eyes were practically glued to the daydreaming boxer the entire time.

"You're the person Kazuha met at the gym earlier, right?"

You nod to the girl in blue,"Yeah, I'm y/n"

"Oh!" The girl beams, her smile widening impossibly more."I'm Eunchae, this dorks best friend, " she introduces herself as she gently nudges Kazuha. This action causes the girl to finally break away from her intense stare with a blink as she looks to Eunchae before looking at you, her eyes almost widening upon contact. "Isn't that right, Zuha?"

"Y-yeah, sure," she stuttered out, looking back to Eunchae.

"See, what'd I tell ya?" She laughs out, though, it's impossible to decipher what she's laughing at. You're stuck between the possibility of her trying to just come across as light-hearted and friendly, or that she's laughing at her friend's sheer state of embarrassment.

"Hey Kazuha," you begin, reeling the mentioned girl's attention in "how are you feeling now?"

"I'm better, thank you again"

"It's no problem. If you ever need any help again, don't be afraid to flag down Yuna. I'll be sure to give her my number so she can call me whenever" you nod, mirroring Kazuha's gentle smile.

"Orrrrrr…" Eunchae interrupts, having clearly been observing and judging the two of you the entire time.

"Orrrrrr?" You mimic in a way that shows your clear puzzlement.

"Orrrrrr, you could just give Kazuha your number, you know? Wouldn't that just make things easier?"

It was apparent that with the flick of her grin and the flutter of Eunchae's eyelashes, she was playing the card of pink hearts. The card was double reinforced with a plastic covering- only showing the contents of what could be deceived as a cupid inside, when in reality, it was more so a devil in disguise.

Eunchae was playing matchmaker with the devil- she's going against the universe's plans to take things slow. Or maybe the universe is just not that interested in the two broke college students and their possible life together.

"I don't mind, but only if Kazuha's comfortable with it." You look to Kazuha for an answer, but Eunchae draws you back in with a sudden jolt. Her arm moves out, palm flat against the air.

"I can put her number in yours, Kazuhas a bit tired- she isn't so in the moment right now- as you can see." Eunchae jiggles her shoulder, gaining a single groan in response.

You hesitantly nod, searching for your device before handing it over to the cheeky girl. "I think it's really nice of you to offer a stranger help whenever they need it"

"A- a stranger? Me and Kazuha may not know each other that well yet, but I'm sure we'll get there one day" you smile politely as Eunchae looks to you for a brief moment, almost sighing as she does so.

"Get where? What do you plan on doing with my Unnie?"

"I- nothing bad! I promise! I just- I just want to be friends with your Unnie, I swear!" Eunchae raises an eyebrow to you, handing back your phone as she moves to make sure Kazuha is still alive.

"I'm messing with you." Eunchae gently laughs, noticing how Kazuha was all but paying attention. Poor girl is drained, a complete zombie right now. "I might have to take this dummy back home soon, I doubt she'll be awake in five minutes"

"Did she not rest after practice?" You ask, observing the way Kazuha's cheeks flushed pink, her skin slightly murky and more pale than usual.

"Rest? This girl doesn't know the word exists. Sakura Unnie said you met earlier in the day, meaning you weren't around to know what she did after" Eunchae's eyes hood at the sudden contact of her hand upon Kazuha's forehead, a pout suddenly growing upon her features. "She's been up since four this morning"

"Why?" You ask, feeling genuinely sorry for the shy girl's endurance.

"There's a boxing tournament next month- it's before we break up for Christmas term- and with the growing pressure… Unnie can only feel at ease when she's practising. We've tried to calm her nerves, but she's always rejecting the idea of going out, even if it's for an hour or so"

"Everyone has their own ways of dealing with their anxiety, and it's not uncommon for people to drown themselves in their proactive life to hide from these nerves"

"But it doesn't mean they're not there-" Eunchae sighs, having spoken the sentence in unison with you. "I can see why Kazuha doesn't mind you- despite having only spoken to you once. It's a strange thing, I know, but I know Unnie and you can get along well. I can see you're a nice person- and in a world like this, it's hard to find those. So can I ask of something from you? Just this one thing?"

Eunchae grasped a look of despair and desperation in her every feature. Hell, if you could, you're certain that if you were to pluck a thought fresh from her mind, it would be riddled with squirming bodies of worry. She cared for her friend, and that's the best type of love- the only love you hope for.

"Ask away"

"Please help me distract Unnie from the pressure"

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: A new college means new faces, and although you already have a set of friends to hang out with, you can't help but be drawn to the two campus heartthrobs... and they can't help but be drawn to you too...

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

@zuhasfavwife @havex00 @lesleepyyy @i06kkura @luvjanexx @jeindall777

@xen-16 @sewiouslyz @verdanst

[seiya-starsniper]

For the fic writing ask, ✄ with "Untitled Portrait of a Man (I want to Obliterate Me)" 🤘

✄: something i deleted before the final draft

Ooooooo this is a fun one because the fic changed SO MUCH from first to final draft. At some point, the confrontation scene in their final drawing session looked a bit like this:

“Oh,” Hob breathes, and Dream knows he's been caught, his sketches and his secrets now scattered across the floor. “These are all… me then?” Hob asks. Dream turns his face away and doesn't speak, which is an answer in itself. “Can I touch you?” Hob asks, quietly, gently, closer but not as close as last time. “I don't want to “spook you again, but I’d like to kiss you if that's all right?” I—” Dream shakes his head. “It's not a good idea.” Hob hums consideringly. “Okay,” he says. Okay? Okay? What did that even mean? “I won't pretend I know everything about you,” Hob continues. “In fact, I barely know anything at all since you're notoriously absent from social media—” Hob had… tried to look him up? But why? “But then I swung by the arts center to see if I could find you and they had a bunch of your stuff up and—” Hob doesn't finish his sentence because Dream bowls him over and kisses him.

I notoriously write out of order a lot so I had written this part before I wrote the preceding parts to the fic, so by the time I got here, I had no idea how to connect this scene to what I'd written, so I rewrote their confrontation entirely!

[yandereunsolved]

Ahs characters from each season having to compete for your love in a reality television show ❗❗ No killing is allowed... it won't stop some of them from trying. You start with twenty contestants, you vetted the candidates. They are all in the place of your choosing. Some contestants may have any edge because of that.

So what will it be? Murder House, Briarcliff, the Cortez, etc...? Let's just go with the basic for now and say Murder House (but it is mansion size and is able to fit twenty people). Tate is already planning on terrorizing the other guests. He takes up his old room and doesn't allow anyone in it. The rest of the ghosts in Murder House watch in interest. Violet is on as well. She was not gonna allow Tate to get up to his fucked up shit again. You're cute anyway.

You get rid of five candidates after the first two days. You have gotten acquainted with them. Now there are only fifteen left.

• 4 challenges later and only seven are left

I'd imagine the challenges could be ahs themed in some way. At least keeping up the provocative and dark theme. Who can kill your enemies the best? Who knows the most about you, your deepest and darkest secrets? Who has the best special talent? Who is able to woo you the best with just one gift? Some are bloody and some are wholesome and some are beautiful.

In the off time of the challenges— who are you connecting with the best? Who wins dates/gifts from you when they win the challenges? What are those dates/gifts? Do you allow yourself to be seduced by one... or multiple of them? Who gets into fights and what are they like?

• 6 challenges later and you have your one and only.

Although, if you wanted to stop early and have more than one partner it would make for good television. Imagine the bonus episodes.

DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT have a reunion episode. I guarantee someone is going to get knifed or an entirely new place becomes haunted. If they were yanderes it would be even worse.

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Astrology Observation 12

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🚩 Take note that I'm not a professional astrologer, I just share what I experienced (or observed).

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If you are a dancer or you love to dance (like me lol), and is a Virgo Mars, the type of dancer who overthink or overdo/analyze the choreography to make sure you really get the exact moves;

If you are dancer and a Leo Mars native, the center type. If you will be in a K-Pop group, definitely the center type. Leo is known for being a charismatic, Jang Wonyoung from IVE is a Leo Sun in sidereal astrology, and you can see how charismatic and graceful she is when she dances.

I don't mean to brag as a Leo Sun in sidereal too, my classmates always put me in the center in our dance performances and I don't want because I'm always in the cloud whenever we memorize choreographies which leads to my next observation;

Leos are passionate but stubborn and picky as heck (Virgos too), I'm picky when dancing as a school performance and I will never give my best, why? I don't want to, its always the same when they pick, I'm always different;

I'm a Sagittarius Rising and Moon in Tropical Astrology, as I stated above, everyone is on the same line and I'm just parallel to them. Parallel lines don't meet on a certain point and that is my point, this is one of the reasons why Sagittarius Risings are alone, we are the unique, odd one out like Aquarius. Sagittarius is related to overseas, socially connecting this shows that the individual has the capacity to bring new things, different, or weird to the community. You are the foreigner to that area of your life.

I saw one professional astrologer's comment about the us passionate astrologers in the social media that some use the sign and house like it is the same when it is not (e.g. 4th house/Cancer, 8th house/Scorpio), we know it clearly isn't which points me to my next hypothesis: A sign, planet, and house may be separate from the others' chart but wherever house, planet, or sign they landed in the native, it also gives a connection directly to the area of life itself it naturally rules or belongs to. Planets, houses, and signs have connections due to their nature that created combinations to which are now known to the astrology as a pair (e.g. 5th house, Sun, & Leo; 6th house, Virgo, & Mercury; 7th house, Venus, & Libra)

My experience as Venus conjuct Saturn in Cancer at 8th house (Tropical Astrology) native can be described as having this in the directly to the 4th house, Cancer is naturally connected to the 4th House (The home, family):

Other family members may help you financially but with Saturn here, there is a bitter taste to it;

The people who remove the restrictions of what the toxicity of the family they have such as traditions and beliefs that must be eliminated in order to stop the bad old pattern.

Cancer at 8th house natives may meet Cancers who are toxic in general

One of them is my past seventh grade crush who still act cold towards me in the present, let me remind you I'm a Venus conjuct Saturn in Cancer at 8th house native, we have mutual feelings to each other however he was obsessive and there was this a moment where he suddenly stopped talking to me out of nowhere (I was confused, he kept avoiding me) only to find out from my classmate that he is jealous because he saw me talking with our other classmate during recess. There were so many drama and I'm thankful that we did not became official (I wasn't planning anyways, because I'm the career type of person). Don't rush love life, it'll come to you at the right time (trust the divine, I've seen it many times)

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the willben show

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italics dialogue = english

! i've actually written this a couple of days after the video was posted but.. it seemed so boring and i couldn't figure out what scenes to write next so.. !

"Hello!" Della waved to the two kids while Jayke offered a handshake.

"Say hi to your guests," Sam instructed.

"Hello," William and Bentley greeted.

"I'm Jake," Jake went for the handshake again, to which they actually accepted this time, so Jay decided to do the same.

"Are you not gonna...?" Jay asked Della.

"No. I'm just gonna use my powers to make a place in their hearts," she started doing a weird hand gesture while making eye contact with Bentley. She had an exaggerated serious look on her face.

"Okay, now William," her lips formed a slight smile when she saw Bentley playing around with a grin, pretending to avoid her 'hypnotism.' "Okay, I'm already in their hearts," she stopped when William smiled and turn away shyly.

"Wahh, now what are you supposed to say to your guests?"

"Please introduce yourselves."

"We'll do our introduction. 1, 2, connect! Hello! We are Enhypen's Jake," "Della," "and Jay."

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"William, did you know who we were earlier?" Della asked when Bentley ran to find props.

"He remembers Della," Sam answered for him.

"Woah, really?!" the Enha members' eyes widened.

"Is it because noona's the only girl?" she asked again. "I stand out, right?" she grinned when Will kept nodding with a smile.

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"Who wants to draw Della? Bentley, do you want to draw Del-" Sam asked when the wiki boards were revealed.

"I wanna draw Della," Bentley moved from Jake's board to start on Della's first, making Jallake laugh.

"Della and Jake wake up. They go to bus, and he go to their house, and they eat their lunch, and they go to sleep."

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"Della-ssi, what about your TMI?"

"Ah- on the way here, I was playing Tetris and I got a new high score of two million," Della explained.

"Two million?!" Ben exclaimed when he heard the large number.

"Yess, my eyes got too tired though so I had to lose," she covered her right eye with a hand.

"It's okay. Two million is a big number," William assured.

"They said I ranked third in Seoul," she said proudly, holding up three fingers.

"Wahh," the staff reacted.

"If you rank third in Seoul with two million then how much did the first and sec-" Sam was cut off by his son's loud voice.

"Wait!" Bentley ran into the supply room again. "Three!" he placed a pair of glasses on Della's face. They were in the shape of two fingers doing an 'okay' gesture. In other words, two fingers holding up a three.

"Wah! It's so cute! Great job, buddy!" Della raised her hand for a high five, to which he reciprocated.

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"Have you ever had any trouble communicating with each other?" Sam asked the members on their accents.

"Jake and Della understands most of what I say- same goes for us and Della," Jay explained, placing a hand on Della's arm. "But there are many times in which I don't get what he's saying."

"I understand American english because I've watched movies, but I think it's difficult the other way around," Jake added.

"Oh but Della understands Jake well?"

"She's... the only one who really understands what I'm saying," everyone laughed at what Jake said. "She tends to translate what I say."

"I'm used to lots of different accents so I understand it quite well," Della shared. "Even the little slangs-"

"Heaps," Jake gave out an example. "Brekkie, Maccas, she understands it all."

"Is it maybe the same for UK English?" Sam wasn't fazed by his son pouncing on him.

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"Australian English, American English, Del- Della.. English?" Sam stuttered in confusion, making the staff laugh. "-and Korean-Australian english, let's compare. The order is Jay, Della, Jake, Ben and Will."

"I don't wanna do it," Ben whined.

"Ben, do you wanna sit on my lap?" Jake asked for the nth time. "Come here!"

"He's not a puppy," Jay laughed at his tone.

"Do you wanna sit on my lap?" Della offered next. "Wah!" surprisingly, the boy ran to Della for a hug, and she lifted him up on her lap a couple of seconds later.

"Do you wanna try sitting on Jake's lap?" Della whispered after Ben sat there for a while. "Come on." Jella couldn't contain their adoration-filled expressions when they saw the delight on Jake's face.

He finally got Ben to sit on his lap.

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"You don't have an English accent, yeah?" Sam noticed after doing the vocabulary relay.

"Actually- I never lived anywhere else apart from Seoul. I was born and raised here," Della clarified. "My parents met and got married when they were in the UK. I was only conceived there."

"Ahh," the staff's voices could be heard.

"Yeahh, we still visit from time to time, but I've never actually lived there-" Ben went back to Della to sit on her lap again.

"Like gone to school and stuff like that? Ahh, I see. So that's why your accent is very American?"

"I think her accent is thicker than mine," Jay said with a smile.

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"I'm in noona's team," Will looked up to Della while swinging his arms.

"You're in noona's team?! Let's go! Let's win this!" she knelt down to give hims a high-ten.

"Jake will play for both teams," Sam instructed.

"Okay! Let's do this!" Jake high-fived his two youngest teammates.

"Do a little better with us, Jakey," Della 'whispered' cheekily.

"Noo," Jay grinned. "You have to start over if you do," he pointed.

"Jakey!" Will copied Della, making the Enha members chuckle.

"Jakey, Sammy, Willy, Benny, Delly..." Bentley went blank during Jay's turn. "Jay-ee.."

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"Guys, guys- wanna play a game? Winner gets a lollipop," Della offered the kids in the video's 'end credits.' It was a little after 'Sam's Interest in People,' and Sam was nowhere to be found in frame.

"YES! Yes yes!" Bentley was a little more enthusiastic, but both of them were ready to play the game.

"Cham cham cham," Della kneeled down so they were roughly the same height. "Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first."

"Della's really good with kids," Jake complimented her.

"She's really a natural, isn't she?" Jay smiled.

"Our Della," they said in unison.

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