#ADVANTAGEOUS ... ESSENCE

[scribefindegil]

every time i look at a mp100 manga page i'm like this story is so powerfully and intrinsically visual i can't believe i'm trying to write fanfic of it with WORDS. what a chump.

[craig960114]

why craig are take over world

essay by me (craig)

As much as Craig may seem like a simple doodle of a cat, his potential for world domination should not be underestimated. Despite his crude appearance, Craig embodies the essence of adaptability and resilience, traits that are essential for any aspiring ruler.

Firstly, Craig's simplicity works to his advantage. Underestimation is a powerful tool in warfare, and many would dismiss Craig as inconsequential. However, this oversight allows Craig to operate in the shadows, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike.

Secondly, Craig's lack of defined features makes him a versatile symbol. He can represent anything from innocence to cunning, depending on the narrative spun around him. This ambiguity allows Craig to appeal to a wide range of followers, from disillusioned citizens seeking change to opportunistic power-seekers.

Thirdly, Craig's handwritten signature adds a personal touch to his endeavors. In a world increasingly dominated by digital signatures and impersonal interactions, Craig's handwritten mark harkens back to a simpler time, fostering a sense of nostalgia and authenticity among his followers.

In conclusion, Craig may appear unassuming at first glance, but beneath his simplistic exterior lies the potential for world domination. Through adaptability, versatility, and a personal touch, Craig has the tools necessary to rally followers and reshape the world in his image. Beware the power of Craig, for his ascent to global dominance may be closer than we think.

[goldensunset]

cannot believe i forgot unown's entry cuz this here is true realistic academia. like you know the man is writing this down in the hopes that someday his theory will be proven right and he'll get to have his i-told-you-so moment

i love comparing pokédex entries for the same mon between different games bc almost all of them will be very brief, matter-of-fact, purely scientific without any first person pronouns or personal information about the author. and then you get to the legends arceus entries and laventon’s writing stuff like ‘ngl i still don’t understand this species’ ‘i tried petting this pokémon once and it bit me’ ‘i live in fear of this thing’ ‘man i miss galar. who said that’

[maxknightley]

the thing that strikes me about callouts, and the realization that made me realize "oh these are worse than useless in 99% of cases," is that they are - in essence - a form of "justice" that relies entirely on popularity and the first mover advantage

[monstersholygrail]

Ex-Playboy Snow Leopard Hybrid is used to bringing out the vocal side of his sexual partners. Both outside and inside the bedroom. They just can’t hold it in around him, their endless sounds of pleasure.

It’s no surprise how easy it is for him, he’s more than well aware that he’s special. He’s a prize, a rare hybrid that anyone would give their lives to pleasure. And he took advantage of that for a long time.

That is until he met you and gave it all up.

On average he can make a person unravel and scream their throats raw with ease. It barely took any effort for him at all. But like everything when it comes to you, is a special case.

He’s trying and failing not to lose himself in you as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Bringing you to release at least twice on his fingers, another thrice on his tongue, and who knows how many times he’s rolled you around into different positions till you’re squirting all over his sheets.

Yet while he’s drunk off your holes and your sweet essence, you look completely indifferent. Your eyes just barely glassy with arousal is the only proof he has of his effect on you. A harsh whimper tears out of him. He’s getting desperate here.

Slipping out of you causes you to softly whine, momentarily soothing your bf from going feral on your ass. But it’s still not enough, not even close. He digs his claws into your plush hips and flips you back over, his arms hook beneath your knees and he folds you into a mean mating press as he slams his cock back inside you in one brutal snap of his hips.

He growls furiously as you don’t even gasp, your eyes only slightly widening and your back arching. He needs more, he needs to hear you. His tail thrashes around behind him and he’s not even controlling it as it wraps your ankle tightly, claiming every part of you.

It’s impossible to control himself now that he’s back inside your snug walls so he immediately starts back up at a frantic pace, driving his cock upward and hitting all those deep sensitive spots inside of you. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours, looking for any sign of a reaction. A flush of your soft chubby cheeks or a tear of euphoria that falls from your gorgeous eyes.

One particular smack of your hips against his has you crying out loudly, your body writhing beneath him and silently begging for more.

“F-fuck, nngh, yes!!” You cry out.

Your bf gasps in awe like he’s finally found his perfect prey after a long hunt. It’s no scream or mewl but it’s a start. And thank god, he was starting to wonder if he’s actually bad at this. But of course he’s not.

And he continues to prove it as he picks up his pace, rutting into you like he’s gone into his rut. Eliciting louder moans, cries, and even small shrieks with every precise and carefully planned plunge of his cock along your sopping tight hole.

“Oh, yes! Ah— fuck yes, right there! Don’t stop!” You scream as if possessed and your grins, his fangs glinting in the light as he fucks into you at a steady rough pace.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he purrs, low rumbles vibrating from his chest while he watches the pleasure he wracks out of you as he fucks you brainless.

Satisfaction curls in your bf’s chest and he hasn’t even cum yet. But your sounds are sweeter than any release he’s ever experienced in his entire sexual history. He can tell that each snap of his hips sends you closer to release. There’s nothing he wants more than to give that to you. I

“So good, oh my god, it’s so good! More, more, mmph-more,” you scream out your ecstasy with stars in your eyes. And there it is. Just what he’s been looking for.

“Well… only ‘cause ya begged so pretty,” he rasps and slips a hand between your hot sweaty bodies.

Your body jolts against his as he rubs his fingers along your bundle of nerves, forcing out strings of delightful shrieks and moans. The force of his thrusts send your thighs shaking and your hole fluttering around his toe-curling girth. And the dual stimulation has you hurtling over the edge.

Waves of euphoria wash over you and your final orgasm crashes through your body like a storm. Noises even he’s never heard of fall out of you, the sounds warping and crackling under the weight of pleasure. Worse than the sounds of a dying animal. And your bf is relishing in it, letting it fuel him to reach his own release.

With one final buck of his hips, he slams his knot inside of you just in time to release his heavy load as deep inside your hole as he can get. He roars while he empties himself of you, spurt after spurt flooding your tight channel and filling you to the brim.

He works you both through it until your trembling body relaxes and merely twitches from the aftershocks. Afterwards he plops down right on top of your plush frame and nuzzles into the thick curve of your neck, purring loudly and contently. Looking at him like this you never would’ve guessed he was ever a playboy.

His own satisfaction in himself and how good he made you feel makes you happy in return. A soft smile spreads across your face as your arms curl around him. Relaxing and holding him close as his knot keeps you two locked together.

Seeing just how proud he is of himself maybe it’s better not to tell him that while the climax was real, all of the noises were faked.

[bananafieldnotes]

beg for me

★ abstract: it’s ‘70s chicago and stack’s a single man on the prowl for his match. you’re about to give him more than he bargained for

content disclosure: smut, technical age gap, black!reader, fem!reader x stack, dirty talk, public sex, fingering (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, canon deviation, ongoing series

author’s note: hello! this is my first ‘sinners’ fic of what i hope to be many! i’m not new to writing fanfic but this is a fresh blog, and my first time writing fic about a film. i wrote this blurb with the intention of turning it into a series so feedback is so appreciated!! i’m very open to asks and requests as well :) i had fun writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it

🚧 edit: t*mblr fucked me over with the 'read more' bar and it cut an entire paragraph of context :/ i've added it back since this fic's original posting 5.13

You’d heard all the stories from your creole cousins about vampires, how they walk amongst the living without detection. That there were even vampires that could walk in sunlight unharmed by its rays. None of it scared you. In fact, it served as the opposite; it excited you. The danger of being caught under a vampire’s thumb brought you an indescribable rush of adrenaline and excitement and not even a pinch of fear. You wanted the gift they spoke of.

He went by the name Stack, and you’d watched him up and down the bar you worked in every night he made an appearance. At first, you thought he was a bachelor taking advantage of his good looks and suave demeanor to bed as many patrons as possible. But the closer you got to him, the more he gave himself away. The flash of color in his eyes, how he was stronger than your best security guard despite his trimmer frame, the way he never touched the silver martini glasses and insisted on a regular glass. And the dead giveaway, of course, was his lack of reflection in the mirror you passed dragging him off to the bathroom.

His hands cupped your ass, kneading the cheeks apart as your teeth pulled at his earlobe. The bathroom door was only so thick but neither of you cared, cloaked in the haze of sweat, cocaine and Marvin Gaye as you shed whatever layer of clothing you could get your hands on.

As his lips made their way back to yours, it suddenly hit you that his kisses were vintage, that he’d probably travelled the globe kissing hundreds of people in various ways at his heart’s desire. The thought spurred you on, a fresh wave of arousal glossing your panties. “Stack?” The smoky film over his eyes was back as he pulled away to look at you, fangs retreating before you could see them. “Hurry up and fuck me already.”

The tug of a smirk let you know that you were in for a rough ride. “You want it now?”

Stack’s hand snaked beneath your dress to stroke your clit, fingers gliding without protest through your sodden folds. Your head nodded eagerly at his question even though you knew he was reveling in the pleasure of your desperation. His fingers, deft and thicker than yours, pushed experimentally past your entrance, eyes locked on your face as you exhaled a moan of relief. Two digits working in tandem to curl against your sensitive walls, marveling at how wet you were. Your essence dripping from his fingers. It was the most turned on you’d ever been.

It felt too good. His hot breath fanned across your face as he pumped in and out of your gummy walls, licking at your neck like he was playing with his food. All of it was so erotic that it drowned out the music just beyond the door and dulled the way the concrete sink pressed against your tailbone. “You want it but can you take it?”

The low rumble of his voice made your pussy clench around his fingers, eyes screwing shut to bask in how lewd it was. His thumb curved up to massage your clit as his fingers worked you open, and he laughed at the way your hips bucked wildly. “I-I can take it, please, Stack!”

He was so quick to undo his belt that you didn’t even hear it, cock wrapped in his hands as your eyes drifted open sleepily. His dick was just as pretty as him; thick, long, and just the slightest bit curved. You wanted to bend over and lick the single pearl of precum leaking out of his tip, but he was already using it to tease your entrance. A shockwave rippled down your spine as he bucked once, twice, teasing you mercilessly until you grabbed hold of his cock to finally slip him inside of you.

The stretch felt delicious despite his size being so… overwhelming. Your body welcomed him like it was made for him, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out. Your hands clutched to the front of his shirt, breathlessly awaiting his next move.

Stack watched you in amazement, your greed astonishing to him. It’s been years since a human could match his passion, his unquenchable thirst. And here you are in front of him, licking your lips and staring at him like you were ready for him to fuck you dizzy.

His hips undulated slowly, studying your expression meticulously for any signs of discomfort. As if you could read his thoughts, you wrapped your arms around his torso and flicked your hips to match his motion. You could take it.

“You feel that?” Stack drew his hips all the way back until just the tip remained inside of you, sliding forward in one swift move again. With your stomach pressed against his, he could feel his cock reaching unexplored depths with every thrust. “Feel it.”

He brought your hand to hover right near your belly button, pushing down gently enough for you to feel the friction from the outside in. Stack was staking his claim to your body, ensuring that you’d chase the high of this moment for the rest of your life. It made your eyes roll back, pleasure consuming your every thought, nerve and muscle. Your soul was only concerned with tying itself to his, ardently clawing at the nape of his neck to bring his face closer to yours.

His fangs appeared instantaneously, the rush of his hormones making it harder for him to hide his true nature. You were putting weakness on his knees as you taunted him with his sustenance, your blood pumping succulently beneath your skin’s surface. “Do it,” you moaned out, sensing his hesitation. “Bite me.”

You knew. You knew and you didn’t care; or rather, you cared because you knew. It got you going, it was possibly the only reason you seduced him. He knew nothing about you… how could he have assumed he had you all figured out?

Asking him deterred his desire altogether, his interest in your motives deepening as he watched you. He couldn’t acquiesce without knowing more. Even though he was more than happy to reap the benefits, Stack never asked for any of this. And if you, as gorgeous and alluring and enthralling as you were, wanted this willingly…

He needed to know more.

[veichua]

spraying a pheromone perfume without much mind.

hair gripping, marking, biting, rough kissing, scissoring, strap on use, paige’s intense approach to intimacy. manhandling.

paige was in the bathroom, getting ready for some event, a team outing or drinks with friends, you weren’t entirely sure.

she’d mentioned it earlier, but you were too distracted by the parcel that had just arrived to really listen.

it sat on the coffee table, a small cardboard box begging to be opened.

you paused your game, setting the controller down, and grabbed a pair of scissors to cut through the tape. inside was a sleek glass bottle labeled “pheromone essence.”

you vaguely remembered signing up for some subscription box ages ago probably a PR gift or something you’d forgotten about.

shrugging, you spritzed some on your wrist and neck.

the scent was warm, musky, with a hint of sweetness that lingered pleasantly. not bad. you set the bottle aside and dove back into your game, the controller vibrating in your hands as you focused on the screen.

the shower shut off, and a few minutes later, paige sauntered out, a towel wrapped loosely around her hips, her damp blonde hair clinging to her shoulders.

you didn’t look up, even as you heard her rummaging through her dresser for clothes. “make sure to be home by dinner,” you called out eyes locked on the TV, fingers flying over the controller.

paige’s low chuckle filled the room, her voice dripping with that playful tone that always got under your skin. “mh, you know i never miss dinner, baby.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “yeah, right. don’t get sidetracked by your fan club out there.” she laughed louder, the sound rich and teasing as she pulled on a fitted shirt and jeans.

“jealous already? damn, i haven’t even left yet.” you heard the clink of her belt buckle, then her footsteps as she approached the couch.

before you could react, she leaned over the back of it, her arms wrapping around you, her lips brushing your cheek in a series of quick, warm kisses.

“relax, im all yours.” you were about to fire back with something sarcastic when paige froze, her nose grazing your neck.

whe inhaled deeply, her hands tightening on your shoulders. “woah,” she said, her voice dropping, rough and low. “why do you smell so damn good?” you blinked, thrown off. “it’s just some perfume from that box, chill, bueckers.” you tried to sound nonchalant, but the way her breath hitched against your skin sent a spark through you.

paige didn’t pull away. instead, she pressed closer, her lips hovering over the spot where you’d sprayed the perfume.

“nah, this ain’t just some perfume,” she murmured. “fuck, you smell like you’re tryna kill me.” you laughed, but it came out shaky.

“paige, don’t you have somewhere to be?” she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her gaze dark and intense, like she was seeing you in a whole new light.

“yeah, but fuck that. plans can wait.” before you could protest, she vaulted over the couch with that effortless athletic grace, landing beside you.

she snatched the controller from your hands, tossing it onto the coffee table with a clatter. “hey!” you started, but paige was already on you, her hands gripping your waist as she pulled you onto her lap.

her lips crashed into yours, rough and demanding, all teeth and heat.

you gasped into the kiss, and she took advantage, deepening it with a possessive edge that made your head spin. “paige, what the—” you managed between kisses, but she cut you off with a low growl, her hand sliding up to grip a fistful of your hair.

she tugged, just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your neck. “keep talkin’, and i’m gonna lose it,” she warned, her lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear.

then she bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of heat straight through you.

you let out a soft whimper, and she smirked against your skin. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” the perfume was doing something to her, you could tell amplifying every touch, every breath.

or maybe it was just paige, always so intense when it came to you, like she could never get enough.

her hands roamed, tugging your shirt over your head in one swift motion.

her lips were back on you, leaving a trail of marks across your collarbone, your shoulder, each bite and kiss claiming you like she needed to prove you were hers.

“you’re gonna make me late,” she muttered, but there was no real annoyance in her voice, just raw desire, her fingers worked at your shorts, pulling them off with practiced ease.

“fuck it. they can wait.” you laughed, breathless, your hands gripping her shoulders. “you’re insane.”

“for you? hell yeah.” she pulled you closer, her fingers digging into your hips as she guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm against her.

the friction was electric, and you could feel her growing more impatient, her kisses sloppier, more desperate. “god, you drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

“paige, slow down,” you teased, but your voice betrayed you, laced with need. “slow down?” she scoffed, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“baby, you don’t know what you just started.” she stood suddenly, lifting you with her because of course she could, her strength was no secret and carried you to the bedroom, her lips never leaving yours.

she kicked the door open, dropping you onto the bed with a bounce that made you laugh, but the sound died in your throat as she climbed over you, her body pinning you to the mattress.

“you’re not goin’ anywhere,” she said, her voice low and commanding, the way it got when she was fully in control.

her hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer as she kissed you again, rough and unrelenting.

“you smell too good for me to leave. fuckin’ dangerous.” you arched under her, your hands tugging at her shirt. “then do something about it.” her grin was pure trouble.

“oh, im about to.” she reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the strap on she knew you loved.

her movements were deliberate, confident, as she fastened it, her eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“you ready for me, baby?” you nodded, but she wasn’t having it. “use your words,” she demanded, her hand gripping your hair again, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

“yes,” you breathed, and that was all she needed. paige didn’t hold back. she moved with a wild intensity, her hands gripping your hips as she fucked you, each thrust deep and deliberate, like she was trying to etch herself into you.

her lips found your neck again, biting and sucking, leaving marks you knew you’d feel tomorrow. “mine,” she growled against your skin, her voice rough with need.

“all fuckin’ mine.” you moaned, your hands clawing at her back, pulling her closer. “paige, fuck—”

“yeah, say my name,” she urged, her pace relentless, her hand sliding up to grip your hair again, keeping you right where she wanted you.

she kissed you hard, her teeth grazing your bottom lip, her tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, the room was filled with the sounds of your gasps, her groans, the bed creaking under the force of her movements.

she shifted suddenly, pulling you into a new position, your legs tangling as she guided you into scissoring, the friction was overwhelming, her body grinding against yours with a rhythm that had you both cursing under your breath.

her hands never left you one gripping your thigh, the other tugging your hair to keep your eyes on her. “look at me,” she demanded, her voice hoarse. “wanna see you fall apart.” you couldn’t look away, not with her staring at you like that, all intensity and want.

her nails dug into your skin, leaving faint crescents, and she bit down on your shoulder, hard enough to make you hiss. “fuck, paige,” you gasped, your body trembling under hers.

“that’s it,” she murmured, her lips brushing the mark she’d just left. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” she didn’t let up, her movements growing rougher, more desperate, like she was chasing something she couldn’t quite reach.

she pulled back just long enough to adjust the strap, then flipped you onto your stomach, her hands gripping your hips to pull you up. “gonna make you feel this all night,” she promised, her voice low and dangerous as she thrust into you again, deeper this time, her pace unrelenting.

her hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back, making you arch for her. “you like that, don’t you?”

“yes,” you managed, your voice muffled against the sheets. “fuck, yes.” she laughed, a low, satisfied sound, her thrusts growing harder, faster, like she was possessed by the need to claim you completely. her lips found your neck again, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of marks that burned in the best way.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” she groaned, her hand sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you back against her with every thrust.

the intensity built, your body shaking under hers as she fucked you like she meant it, like she was pouring every ounce of herself into you.

her kisses were rough, her teeth grazing your skin, her hands leaving bruises where they gripped.

you could feel her losing herself in it, in you, her groans growing louder, more desperate, as she pushed you both closer to the edge.

“paige, im—” you started, but your words dissolved into a moan as she hit just the right spot, her pace never faltering.

“i know, baby,” she said, her voice tight with effort. “come for me. let me feel you.” that was all it took, your body shattered under her, a wave of pleasure so intense it left you gasping, clinging to the sheets as she rode you through it.

paige wasn’t far behind, her groans turning into a low, guttural sound as she collapsed against you, her breath hot against your back.

for a moment, the room was quiet, just the sound of your ragged breathing and her soft curses as she caught her breath.

she rolled onto her side, pulling you against her, her lips brushing your forehead. “fuckin’ hell,” she muttered, her voice still hoarse. “guess im not goin’ anywhere.”

[reasonsforhope]

"Arizona’s ban on transgender athletes has been blocked by the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, which called the 2022 law “the essence of discrimination.”

Supporters of the so-called Save Women’s Sports Act claimed that the law protected girls and women in schools and colleges from “unfair competition.” However, the federal court found that pre-pubescent trans girls and trans girls on puberty blockers have no significant physical advantages over cis girls their own age, The San Francisco Chronicle reported.

“[The law] to ensure competitive fairness and equal athletic opportunities for cisgender female athletes cannot be squared with the fact that the Act bars students from female athletics based entirely on transgender status,” Judge Morgan Christen wrote in the court’s 3-0 decision.

“[The law] permits all students other than transgender women and girls to play on teams consistent with their gender identities,” Christen continued, “transgender women and girls alone are barred from doing so. This is the essence of discrimination.”

Two trans girls, an 11-year-old soccer player and a 15-year-old swimmer and volleyball player on puberty blockers, sued to overturn the law; 18 states signed court arguments in favor of the law, and 17 states signed arguments against it.

A lower federal court also ruled against the law, and the two court rulings against it can now be cited as a legal precedent to help other trans girls play sports. However, Arizona could also appeal the decision to be heard by an 11-judge panel on the appeals court or ask the U.S. Supreme Court to rule on the matter.

“A student’s transgender status is not an accurate proxy for athletic ability and competitive advantage,” said Rachel Berg, a lawyer with the National Center for Lesbian Rights who represented the two girls in court. “Our clients are thrilled to be able to continue to play on girls’ sports teams with their friends while this case proceeds to trial.”"

-via LGBTQ Nation, September 10, 2024

[phonemantra-blog]

The Meaning of the 99 Names of Allah and Their Benefits Welcome to our comprehensive guide on the meaning of the 99 names of Allah and their benefits. In this article, we will explore the profound significance behind each of these names and how they can positively impact our lives. By understanding the essence of these names, we can deepen our connection with Allah and seek His blessings. The 99 Names of Allah Allah, the Most Merciful and the Most Compassionate has revealed 99 names in the Holy Quran that encompass His divine attributes. Each name reflects a unique aspect of His nature and serves as a reminder of His infinite power and wisdom. These names are not mere labels but hold deep spiritual significance.  Ar-Rahman (The Most Gracious) Ar-Rahman signifies Allah's boundless mercy and compassion towards His creation. By invoking this name, we seek His mercy and blessings in our lives. It reminds us of His infinite love and forgiveness. Ar-Rahim (The Most Merciful) Ar-Rahim highlights Allah's continuous mercy and compassion. It emphasizes His willingness to forgive and shower His blessings upon those who seek His guidance. By understanding this name, we can find solace in His mercy and strive to be merciful towards others. Al-Malik (The Sovereign) Al-Malik represents Allah's absolute sovereignty and kingship over the entire universe. This name reminds us that He is the ultimate ruler and has complete control over all affairs. By recognizing His sovereignty, we can submit ourselves to His will and find peace in His guidance. Al-Quddus (The Holy) Al-Quddus signifies Allah's absolute purity and perfection. He is free from any imperfections or flaws. By contemplating on this name, we can strive for purity in our thoughts, actions, and intentions, and seek His divine guidance to purify our hearts. As-Salam (The Source of Peace) As-Salam represents Allah as the ultimate source of peace and tranquility. 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Al-Jabbar (The Compeller) Al-Jabbar represents Allah's ability to mend what is broken and restore what is lost. By invoking this name, we seek His help in overcoming our weaknesses and challenges. It reminds us that Allah has the power to heal and mend our hearts. Al-Mutakabbir (The Majestic) Al-Mutakabbir signifies Allah's greatness and majesty. He is the One who is above all and beyond any limitations. By recognizing His majesty, we can humble ourselves before Him and seek His guidance and blessings. Benefits of Understanding the 99 Names of Allah By delving into the meaning and significance of the 99 names of Allah, we can experience numerous benefits in our lives. Some of these benefits include: Strengthening our Faith Understanding the names of Allah deepens our faith and strengthens our connection with Him. It reminds us of His presence in our lives and His ability to guide and support us through every situation. Seeking His Blessings By invoking the names of Allah, we seek His blessings and mercy. Each name represents a specific attribute of Allah, and by calling upon these names, we open ourselves to His divine favors and protection. Finding Inner Peace The names of Allah remind us of His attributes of peace and tranquility. By contemplating these names, we can find inner peace and serenity, even amid life's challenges and uncertainties. Developing Virtuous Qualities Each name of Allah reflects a virtuous quality that we can strive to embody in our own lives. By understanding these names, we can develop qualities such as mercy, compassion, patience, and forgiveness. Seeking Guidance The names of Allah serve as a source of guidance for us. By reflecting on these names, we can seek His guidance in making decisions, finding solutions to our problems, and navigating through the complexities of life. Connecting with the Divine Understanding the names of Allah allows us to deepen our connection with the Divine. It reminds us of His infinite love and mercy towards His creation and encourages us to develop a closer relationship with Him through prayer, remembrance, and acts of worship. [caption id="attachment_79556" align="aligncenter" width="896"] meaning of the 99 names of Allah and benefits[/caption] The 99 names of Allah hold immense spiritual significance and offer numerous benefits to those who seek to understand and invoke them. By delving into the meaning of these names, we can strengthen our faith, seek His blessings, find inner peace, develop virtuous qualities, seek guidance, and connect with the Divine. May Allah bless us with the wisdom to comprehend and embody the essence of His beautiful names. Frequently Asked Questions 1. What are the 99 Names of Allah? The 99 Names of Allah are the various attributes and qualities that describe Allah in Islamic tradition. 2. What is the significance of knowing the 99 Names of Allah? Knowing the 99 Names of Allah helps deepen our understanding of His nature, enabling us to develop a closer relationship with Him. 3. Are the 99 Names of Allah mentioned in the Quran? Yes, the 99 Names of Allah are mentioned in various verses of the Quran, providing a divine source for their significance. 4. What are some benefits of reciting the 99 Names of Allah? Reciting the 99 Names of Allah can bring numerous benefits, such as spiritual purification, increased mindfulness, and blessings from Allah. 5. Can reciting specific Names of Allah help with specific needs? Yes, certain Names of Allah are associated with specific benefits. For example, reciting "Ar-Rahman" (The Most Gracious) can increase compassion and mercy in oneself. 6. How can I incorporate the 99 Names of Allah into my daily life? You can incorporate the 99 Names of Allah into your daily life by reciting them during prayers, reflecting on their meanings, and striving to embody their qualities in your actions. 7. Are there any recommended times or occasions to recite the 99 Names of Allah? While there are no specific times or occasions prescribed for reciting the 99 Names of Allah, you can recite them at any time that is convenient for you and when you seek a deeper connection with Allah. 8. Can non-Arabic speakers recite the 99 Names of Allah in translation? Yes, non-Arabic speakers can recite the 99 Names of Allah in translation to understand their meanings and benefit from their essence. 9. Are there any specific etiquettes or manners to observe when reciting the 99 Names of Allah? While there are no strict etiquettes, it is recommended to recite the Names of Allah with sincerity, humility, and focus, seeking to comprehend their meanings and internalize their teachings. 10. Can reciting the 99 Names of Allah protect us from harm? Reciting the 99 Names of Allah with faith and trust in Him can serve as a means of seeking protection and seeking His divine assistance in times of difficulty or danger.

[merakidoll]

tattoo shop series - tengen addition!

warnings 🫧 : sex while tattooing? cock warming, tattoo shop owner tengen, mentions of needle piercing through skin. very dangerous scenario!! all fiction! reader is black and chubby, my husbands at the end giving annoying little brother! creaming, overstim, unprotected sex!

the buzzing sound was throughout the large tattoo area, tengen having a steady hand as he outlined your desired design hmming over your low grunts and moans. “c’mon mama, be still.” you bit into your stuffy trying hard to listen but this was absolutely torcher.

“d-da—“

“you said you would be a good girl,” you whimper at his words, the promise you made what felt like hours ago burning your ears. “m’sorryyy!” you cried taking the small advantage of his tattoos gun no longer piercing your skin to buck your hips, and cleanch. his cock becoming messy in your juices. tengen took a deep sigh throwing his head back and letting his arms go in the air when you started to bounce. your elbows were engraved in the tattoo bed, ass clapping together while his dick molded your walls to fit him. “bad girl” he tried to remain stern, not showing you how you were effecting him so badly, but the way his pre cum oozed inside of you told a different story.

“f-feels so good” your eyes rolled to the back of your head orgasm right there. with ringing ears tengen used one hand to still your hips, you ass touching his pelvis; walls clasping around his full length making you gasp. “b-be patient” his teeth gritted together starting your tattoo again. the pain zinging throughout your body prompting you to bite your lip when it went directly to your pussy.

tengen rocked a steady pace in you, keeping the orgasm there but not letting it come fully. the tattoo gun buzz took over the room again, your eyes shut tight trying to hold in your cream. but you just couldn’t. tengen moved slightly, head of his cock poking a spot that had tears streaming down your face, nails digging into his bed; the pain from the gun making the orgasm so much more. “m-mygooddd” tengen stoped in shock your body shaking against him, while your cream dripped down his pants and onto the floor.

he stared at you losing control. you pleading at how the feeling was too much - and the intense orgasm wouldn’t go away. tengen took that as his time, placing the gun down and fucking into you messily. your essence getting everywhere and overstimulation making your brain hurt. your eyes going crossed eyed as your pussy came again, and tengem filling your womb up. tengen only breathlessly chuckled as you fell limp, body quivering from how strong everything is feeling. he shook his head at you half finished tattoo, jumping at a knock to his studio door

“i know you’re not doing what you banned for me to do”

“eren go away!”

[itsrlymine]

Manifesting and Why Feelings Don’t Matter. They Never Did.

Some of you care way too much about your feelings for me and honestly…. It’s annoying. Feelings got y’all in a chokehold yet they have nothing to do with you getting your desires. Your feelings didn’t stop your sp from coming back and treating how you wanted them to. Your feelings didn’t change the fact that you got the house/apartment you have always wanted. Your feelings didn’t change the fact that you still reconciled with an old friend from years ago who barely even remembers the disagreement. Whether positive or not, it’s all about the meaning you give them. 

“I want to manifest sp back but I don’t feel like—.“

“I want to make money without working but I feel guilty and—.“

“I know I can manifest whatever I want but what if I feel uncomfort—.“

SHUT UP AND JUST KNOW YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. KNOW IT NOW

No matter how you "feel", you are still the creator of your experience. 

If you are feeling nervous about getting a certain desire, who cares? It’s yours anyways.

If you are feeling scared about something not happening, who cares? You got it and it happened anyways.

If you are feeling like you don’t know how to manifest and create your reality, who cares? You are still creating even if it’s something you don’t want. Just change your perspective. 

Your feelings aren’t your enemies but they are also not your God. At all. You are and you can dictate whether or not the “feelings” you have matter. They don’t but you can also use them to your advantage. I’ve been angry about tons of things before and instead of focusing that anger on the situation at hand, I focused it towards what I wanted to happen instead. 

“F*ck this! I’m literally getting what I want. I have that sh*it right now what am I even talking about “getting” for???? That sh*t is in my freakin face!!” 

If you want to feel anything, feel peace. When I say feel, I don’t mean create or conjure up an emotion within yourself. By feeling, just still your thoughts and mind. There you will find peace— your true essence. Be comfortable there whether it’s for two seconds or two hours. From that peace is where all creation springs. Remind yourself of who you are and know it will never change. You are still in control. 

What you say goes, not what you feel. You can experience all the human emotions —energies in motion— you want or don’t want but at the end of the day none of that matters. Why? Because you create. You choose. Not your feelings. Not your emotions. Even physical sensations don’t hold any power until you give them power. I’ve healed myself a number of times from different pains whether it was cramps, headaches, stomachaches or toothaches and even healing my second ACL faster than the first by thinking as the person who doesn’t feel pain anymore/is healed. It is truly easier said than done because it’s done and easy asf to say. Be so serious. Divorce your feelings, take your ring back and decide who you are in spite of them! 

And don’t let me get started on y’all that let the 3d make you feel a certain way. You are allowing that the 3d to dictate how you feel and keeping yourself in a perpetual cycle you don’t want to be in. Stop it. Get help. Help yourself. 

[verdurous-heaven]

Pick a pile: why are you unforgettable?

Hello everyone! Hope everyone's doing fine. Please pick one or more than a one pile you feel the most drawn towards or u can simply use a random number generator for it and enjoy your reading. Like and reblog to claim.

Pile: 1

You guys are the leaders! my loves. You guys remind me of the pack leader(alpha pack leader of the wolves). Your leadership quality is the first n the most shining thing the world notices about you which makes u quite literally the unforgettable in a crowd of millions. Your willpower n resilient nature is what keeps u in your go-getter energy n is the most admirable thing in your personality. Even if you guys are hurting inside, hit the rock bottom n go through a dozen shit of hurdles, you don't forget to give love out to those who deserve it. (I'd be lying if I said you have healthy boundaries n just give love to the deserving ones coz you guys are the people pleasers! me too hun me too, let's work on this tgt).

Despite this alpha leader persona n hard personality, underneath lies a complete softie, a pookie full of love, light n laughter. When I say you guys are full of love, I don't just mean you guys are the givers coz u do know how to back off when the equal effort is not being reciprocated from the opposite party. And then you are on your self love journey to restore the love u unnecessarily gave out. Woah I love this bold move of yours guys muah<3 This quality might be the first n foremost thing your exes, ex friends, known ones remember when they think of you.

As I said before you guys are the leaders meaning no matter what you won't backoff once u set ur mind onto something. This go getter personality comes handy in most difficult situations. You guys might be the ones settling a quarrel n then going after the goal you guys were quarrelling about. (I'm not really good with examples so bear with me, let's say you n your group of friends are quarrelling about a project report n are not settling on to the roles of who will do the given things n so on, that's when you'll jump in, give everyone their respective roles n work n settle the argument while doing your own work n excelling in the class project report among every other classmates ykwim?)

People admire the strength in you to walk away from literally everything and anything that hurts you or drains you. You are also unforgettable with your instant decision making skills. People might have noticed how you can instantly make really good decisions on the spot which favours u for the longest. Your communication n thinking capabilities are top notch. You're a hustler. You guys look like you have it all, you have your shit together. Wherever you go people often think you might have it all(bags full of money, beauty, hunger for power, wisdom n everything one can ask for)

You guys are also unforgettable for your love for travelling esp in nature or the countryside. You might often travel overseas or atleast out of states which makes others think you are financially really well off(doesn't matter if u hv enough or more than enough but ur essence gives luxury) you guys might be gifted creatively could be singing, painting, sketching, dancing, playing instruments or anything n that's what makes u unforgettable for some.

Honourable mention: your manipulation skills. Use it only when it's needed n not to harm others or for taking advantage of others.

Pile: 2

You guys are my mystic healers pile. That innocent n kind heart with strength n fierce power, that's your essence n this is why you guys are so unforgettable. You guys have the strength, the fire, the power to face any hurdle of your life n still have the heart to be soft, gentle n kind to the world. I wonder how u guys have such a big heart that even going through some real shit you still have the power to be tolerant n being kind. I cannot say enough just know that you guys are really hard to ignore n even hard to forget. If a person bumps u even for a sec they'll spend the rest of their life thinking about u from time to time. You'll always be there in the back of their mind. You have the charm, charisma that's really hard to go unnoticed.

You are also my carefree cleric n the lovers of the life pile. I'm still in awe of how someone can be soooooooo kind n gentle even after having a life full of lessons n reality checks. I wanna give a tight n warm hug my loves(gosh I'm getting emo for some reasons😭a big bear hug n loads of love from my side<3) you guys reminds me of a line I read or heard somewhere which goes like, "we are broken beyond the words yet we are the most powerful creatures of the world" (maybe tvd or ogs) your soul may feel broken n tired but you still are so so powerful that even I feel goosebumps while writing this. I'm so so proud of you my pile 2. You guys hv done enough for the world n will continue to do so, so let's take a sec n appreciate u for that. Breathe in n breathe out for a sec n say I am proud of myself n I love myself.

Also there might be a tendency to juggle between things, thoughts, choices n options where you're not really good at. Also u guys find it difficult to make a choice when given infront of u with too many options. You often feel confused about your life, future, purpose etc. there's always this mental conflict going on n it doesn't go unnoticed by the others which is also the reason you're the talk of the town most of the time which makes u quite literally unforgettable. Unlike pile 1 you're not really good with decision makings(which is not a bad thing, it happens just trust ur instincts n go with the choice you feel is right for u. Learn to trust ur gut feeling. Practice ur Intuition n start listening to your inner voice).

You guys are also the ones who leave the deepest impression on the people u interact with. Your energy is transformative n so are your thoughts, personality, behaviour n habits. This is also the reason you're unforgettable coz you break free from anything n everything when u want. You don't stay stagnant over a place, person or a thing if not needed. There's this mysticism in the way you talk or walk which makes u unforgettable even after a milli sec of talk. Yet you carry your heart on ur sleeves, so full of love,kindness,bubbly n childlike energy. Even your presence heals the ones in your surroundings. You are a blessing in other people's lives. You guys are my hardcore romantic n travel often to find love in diff places, things n whatnot which makes u so unforgettable.

Useful tip: start learning n practicing reiki. You guys have that ability n it'll help u earn a good chunk of money. This ability can help u financially so make use of it. Reiki,aura cleansing, and energy healing are just your things. You can heal people even through your thoughts so try exploring this side of your spiritual journey.

Pile: 3

You guys are my flame-child pile 3. The most strongest among the other 2 piles(don't tell them this ok. They are my leaders n healers but u guys are my warriors). You guys might often see or feel the tension, conflict or hollow victory in ur life but the truth is you are the real warriors n can conquer victory over anything. From mental to physical conflict you can win over anything. You guys will win no matter what. Despite having this strong demeanour you guys are still the most happy go lucky kinda people which makes u the most irresistible and unforgettable.

You can also be really good with your hands n craft. Could any craft be it be painting, sketching, drawing, carpeting?? crocheting, knitting, origami, pottery, jwellery making etc. You guys always walk with hope in your heart. Walk with the intentions of letting go of the past n looking out for the new beginning. You don't cling to your past n that quality of yours makes u so unforgettable in my eyes ✨ there's also this dominance in your personality yet a puppy like soul. You guys can work the best in groups. You can lead a group really gracefully n make it do its work. You can be in a music band, dance group or usually likes to work or play in groups rather to go solo. Teamwork makes the dreamwork could be your tagline.

You can also be really good at multitasking or juggling responsibility. This habit of yours makes u shine the most around ur people and even strangers. People know you're the endgame. They either wanna be you or wanna be close to u somehow. But u behave like a light switch, can literally switch on or off your sunshine personality depending upon the situations or people u are around with. You guys are my magicians. You're the world or the one saving the world there's no in between n this is what makes u unforgettable in the memory of those who know you.

You might be the popular one at school/college/uni/work or might become very popular or well known in the coming future. There's also a possibility that you guys have friends from all over the world which makes u quite popular in different countries coz the people you're friends with are quite popular in their respective countries n u fly to go meet em every once in a while(hello my fella celebs nice to meet u). Also as I said before you guys are so carefree,lovely, kind n hopelessly romantic at heart who don't even hold grudges against no-one. You can adapt to any situation n can tolerate almost everything with patience is what makes u unforgettable. You have this hidden or mysterious personality due to which u allure so many diff people with ur Intuition n unpredictable abilities. Ketu or Pluto in 1h vibe. One moment people are like they know u and the other moment they flip like they don't even know u abit. This mysterious personality charms everyone around u.

Advice: always remain humble n down to earth. Respect your elders, teachers n the unprivileged ones, this will help u rise like a phoenix from the ashes after every downfall or struggle. Victory will be yours as long as you're helpful, kind n humble towards everyone around u including ur foes.

If you guys made it till the end, pls do like n leave a feedback to lmk if this resonates or not. Thankyou so very much for reading my first ever pac reading. Love u all. Have a good night/day ahead🫶🏼🧿

Credits giving section:

The divider used within the post is from the lovely @thecutestgrotto

And the pile pictures taken from pinterest do not belong to me and the credit goes to their rightful owners.

© All rights reserved to verdurous-heaven. Please refrain from reframing, reposting or using my work without my permission. ©VH 2025

[marsprincess889]

Astrology observations

Part 12

Vedic

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1. Bharani natives (especially girls and women) might be told that they're too much or too intense, or that they need to "chill". Their uncompromising nature suffers when people force them to tone themselves down. In reality, they're not too much at all. Their intensity is them just fulfilling their cosmic truth. Sometimes things ARE that serious and for Bharani women, their strength and power lies in their radicalism and fierceness. For Ashwinis (previous nakshatra), for example, thinking too much or going deep is not natural nor is it really required of them cosmically. For Bharanis, that kind of easygoing and dismissive (in a neutral sense) attitude, that is correct for Ashwinis, is truly unhealthy. You can even see the difference between them when you look at their yoni animals (Bharani's elephant and Ashwini's horse).

Bharanis do have a humorous side to them though but elephant yonis in general (Bharani and Revati) are the least careless amd dismissive yoni type, in a sense that they have a need to consider everything and be thorough. After all, Elephant yonis represent authority and there's a responsibility in both of those nakshatras that they carry deeply within themselves.

2. I've noticed that enemy yoni nakshatras of the same gender (for example: male horse and male buffalo/ashwini and swati) always share a theme but they have opposite purposes and represent that theme in different ways. I cannot go over all of them in this type of post but let me know if you'd like me to make a separate one to do that.

3. Women with Venus, Sun or Jupiter nakshatras in their big three all feel taken advantage of in different ways, and even if they don't in the beginning, at some point they clearly do. These are all giving and energetically abundant planets and when they influence the chart of a woman (a naturally passive and receptive polarity), it might manifest as those women being used for their giving nature. Their energy is not meant to give endlessly because of their passive modality (femininity). They need people who truly appreciate them. I think that oftentimes people see that they're capable and automatically put a stamp of "masculinity" on them, many times without even realizing it. Others start to take them for granted and get used to relying on them, emotionally, psychologically, mentally or materially. I think men then start to hold these women up to masculine standards and do not respect them unless they meet those imaginary and unrealistic criteria, because average masculine energy cannot truly percieve energetically abundant women as fully feminine, no matter how those men themselves describe their perception. They start to measure Venusian/Solar/Jupitarean women's worth by how much they adapt to masculine whims or compromise their natural urges to "serve" them. This, I think, is one of the most heinous crimes of men against women, because they don't even fully realize that they're doing it, while those women are being siphoned of confidence, vitality, gentleness and beauty within them. Even though it's different, this also happens with other women, whether through platonic or romantic attachments, when the other woman has none of those nakshatras and only posesses the influence of receptive and/or passive planets (moon, rahu, ketu, mercury, mars, saturn), especially Ketu, Rahu or Moon.

4. Venus and Rahu balance the destructive tendencies of Ketu.

While Ketu nakshatras are prone to ignorance, Venus nakshatras are prone to stubbornness and generally have an uncompromising nature. Ketu is the potential and the unmanifest, so, while there's freedom in exploring something without interference, it's still not realized and not set in stone, that is why Ketu's energies may manifest as confusion. The Ketuvian essence hates control (which may manifest as intentional or unintentional ignorance in Ketu natives), but it must be controlled somehow, because Ketu is endlessly absorbing and, therefore, dangerous for life and living things. That is where the solidifying and material forces come in. Venus nakshatras, as they come right after Ketu nakshatras, ground and materialize Ketu's energies. Venus is the pure and impeccable manifestation of the essence into the form (think of Bharani nakshatra and its themes), making the potential of Ketu real and possible.

The other force that balances Ketu is its opposite_ Rahu. Ketu is receptive and absorbing, Rahu projects and discharges its energy outwardly. Ketu is the haze, Rahu is the clarity (whether real or illusory), but the Rahuvian labels are dangerous too without Ketu's experience. In a way, unlike Venus, Rahu needs Ketu in return. Venus is a natural progression after Ketu that takes its energy and birthes it into the world, so in that context, it does "need" Ketu's energy in return, but it functions purely and correctly without need for balance because Venus is the balance itself, and the end goal. Rahu is the other side of the nodal coin, the label and the knowledge of existence to the sleeping Ketu.

5. Vishakha ⚡ natives are rather "harmless" or "meek" in their childhood and younger years, but as time goes on, they mature more and more into their confident and assertive side. It's not really that noticable if you've observed them day by day and have been close to them, you'll notice it if you look back and remember how they were years ago and compare it to how they are now.

This duality might manifest in different ways, but it's almost always about slowly going from one side of the spectrum to the other, whatever that spectrum is.

One interesting thing about them is that they're rather easy to trigger, only they themselves repress it. It comes out anyways, mostly with aggressive language, tone or action, but that aggression is masked by the Vishakha native. Vishakhas are rarely, if ever, comfortable with aggression when they're younger, but their energy often manifests that way, due to how they function: Vishakha is about containing the energy/the anger so that it can be even stronger later, when it's finally expressed. It's like pushing one side of the seesaw so that when you let it go, it jumps up and the other one goes down. It's an act of balance through both extremes. First three fourths of Vishakha are in Libra, the Scales_ the sign of harmony and balance, and the last fourth is in Scorpio, where its energy/poison is transforming after all the interplay between two opposites.

6. This might only be my personal opinion, but I still consider it true: I think that the process of learning about/researching nakshatras reflects the nature of the nakshatras themselves, each and every one of them.

Like how I always "knew" what Bharani was about and recognized its nature deeply but the exact proof behind my reasoning was hidden, so I refused to trust it. Once I trusted what I felt I found the proof that helped me wrote down my throughts logically (the gatekeeping and the bravery/leap of faith required to access your desire, in my case, the understanding of the nakshatra).

With Punarvasu, I had an understanding but I drift back and forth between thinking I know everything about it and then discovering I don't, because I find new patterns that add to old information and expand it (the returning/repetition of patterns and expanding each time).

With Magha, I did not even try and it just came to me when I was not even actively seeking it (the detachmemt from the body in Magha/effortless nature of Ketu).

Note: I think my chart definitely plays a role in when/how I understand each nakshatra and how I approach them. Same is true for everyone else, in my opinion.

7. Often, when people are ignorant, they unconciously express the nature of their Ketu nakshatras in a negative way. Think of the complaints you have had about each and every nakshatra_ people's Ketu placements express that when those people are in a rather tamasic (ignorant) state.

Everytime you get so fed up with a person that you don't even think it's any worth talking to them, your reasoning for that are those negative traits that their Ketu nakshatra posesses (Ketu is not always negative though).

Like, if your friend which Chitra Ketu annoys you, you might think: "they love to gossip and to stir drama so much and take little time to self-reflect, they're chaotic, superficial, and a hypocrite", because that's the negative state of that nakshatra.

For someone with Swati Ketu, it would be: "they're so scattered and unintegrated, they say/do a lot but barely any of it is of substance. They're all over the place and don't really know what they're doing/saying in the grand scheme of things".

For Ashlesha Ketu it would be: "they're so emotionally/psychologically manipulative, they bite and then act innocent/try to apologize immediately. They're clingy and emotionally suffocating".

For Dhanishta Ketu it would be: "they crave attention so much, they're so extra. They do things just to be popular and get admiration from anyone."

You get the gist.

The reason why those traits, whatever they might be in specific cases, are annoying, is because the person is largely ignorant of them themselves, so, they're ignorant to the ignorance.

While the positive side of Ketu is about experiential knowledge and instinctive power, the negative is blindness and a dangerous spiral downwards towards more and more ignorance.

To be less influenced by the negative side of our Ketu (it is easy to fall under Ketu's darkness for people who do not often self-reflect), we have to be honest with ourselves, for ourselves, not for the outer projections influenced by others or the constructed, distorted view. We all carry the negative, destructive potential of our Ketu. Ask yourself, how much of the negative traits of your Ketu nakshatra do you unconciously exhibit?

I'm going to briefly go over all of them (look at yoir Ketu and big three nakshatras):

Ketu nakshatras

Ashwini: not hearing others, using bullying/brute force, averse to depth and nuance, glossing over most things, ignorant in a childish way. Magha: having too big of an ego, unnecessarily demonstrative, too prideful to listen to others. Mula: thinking that you have monopoly over the larger truth, ignoring things if they do not fit in your narrative.

Venus nakshatras

Bharani: self-oppressive, masochistic, fatalistic, stubborn. Purva Phalguni: demanding to be pampered, inadequately capricious, performative and dramatic. Purva Ashadha: close-minded, arrogant, too sure of their own superiority.

Sun nakshatras

Krittika: too self-involved, too critical, averse to traditional femininity. Uttara Phalguni: friendly because they're opportunistic, too dependant on the community. Uttara Ashadha: detached and cold, averse to all emotions, have an unbalanced/unhealthy masculine.

Moon nakshatras

Rohini: illogical, needs to be babied, generally blissfully unaware. Hasta: manipulative and insecure, too materialistic, unoriginal with a superiority complex. Shravana: too eager to compromise, too easily influenced.

Mars nakshatras

Mrigashira: compulsively avoidant, too easily distracted, suspicious of everything, always on edge. Chitra: shallow and superficial, chaotic, hypoctirical, lover of gossip/drama. Dhanishta: attention-seeking, too direct, unecessarily aggressive, a bully.

Rahu nakshatras

Ardra: too reliant on intellect, sees problems where there aren't any, unecessarily critical, mean, contrarian. Swati: scattered and unintegrated, contradict themselves, wanting to be different for the sake of it even if it's illogical/detrimental. Shatabhisha: overcomplicate things, too detached, mysterious but want to be aware of others.

Jupiter nakshatras

Punarvasu: too accepting, flaky and impartial, averse to confrontation and negative emotions. Vishakha: indecisive but radical, always swing back and forth, represses anger and expresses it later. Purva Bhadrapada: drunk on their own grandiose, big gestures/statements but little soul, imposes their decisions/opinions on others.

Saturn nakshatras

Pushya: too neutral/impartial, too self-involved, too clinical and by-the-book. Anuradha: dependant and opportunistic, prone to herd mentality, too mindful of others' opinions. Uttara Bhadrapada: having a stubborn one-track-mind, too ambitious.

Mercury nakshatras

Ashlesha: emotionally manipulative, psychologically dependant, clingy but avoidant. Jyeshta: obsessed with independence, averse to any help, combative and too sure of themselves sometimes. Revati: too abstract, too detached/impartial to worldly events, thinking of themselves as the exception to the rule.

Important note: these are my little formulaic interpetations, feel free to disregard them. It is extremely important to not view your Ketu as something negative, but rather to see the true value in it. Once you become aware of your Ketu (often it's a long process, but the start of it still shows), then all the "negativity" turns into magic. The negative side of Ketu is simply the fact that it's unaware and naturally ignorant, so when you see it and acknowledge it, it becomes an irreplacable ally.

Being "aware" of your Ketu is an extremely internal and personal process, one that is hard to explain and nearly impossible for others to understand. Ketu is the intelligence of the body, not the mind, so to be aware of it, you need to rely on that inner knowing and bodily instincts and try to calm your rational mind (Rahu). Over time, if nurtured, that intelligence becomes more and more sophisticated and integrated, and thus, easier to recognize. Although, often, "controlling"/accessing your Ketu is an uphill battle where the more you try to tame it, the more it resists. My take on it is that it is not meant to be tamed, but rather befriended, like a wild animal. Ketu, in essence, is your inner animal, and I think it's meant to be worked on carefully, rather than crudely controlled. The whole point of Ketu is that it does not submit, so, controlling it will only lead to difficulties. So, if you try to approach your Ketu with a rational mind, I think you'll be more separate from it.

Accessing your Ketu begins with trusting your body and inner knowing, and you stay connected to it by carefully facing its true nature, choosing to access your deep truth over relying on false, outward generalizations day by day, time and time again (again, it's individual to everyone)...

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Let me know your thoughts 🤍

[muffinpink02]

The Big One

I can't sleep. I wont lie this is the first time I've managed to write for a while. This is just smut. Also from this request.

Also i hate the title, someone please suggest one!

its short - 1571 words

Warnings - smut 18. BIG strap

Lips came crashing into yours as Alexia easily carried you into the bedroom, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist. 

“Please, amor.” She sucked on your bottom lip.

You gasped for air as you tried to breathe, but her desperate kisses were stealing the air from your lungs.

“What, Ale? What do you need?” 

That cute line sunk between her brows as she tried to compose herself. You could see she needed you, but she needed to use her words.

“I just…I need you, I can’t think straight.”

“You have me, Ale.” You gasped as her hands squeezed at your cheeks before laying you gently on your shared bed. Her mouth stayed on yours, her tongue greedily caressed your own as she took advantage of her position on top of you.

“Can I use the big one? Please, I’ll be gentle, I just need to feel you.” She bit at her lip, her face full of worry. It was rare to see her look so nervous. 

But she had nothing to be nervous about. 

“Of course we can, baby.” 

Your heart fluttered as you saw the worry melt from her face.

“I’ll be gentle.” She promised you.

“You don’t have to be.” You assured her.

—-------

A shiver ran down your spine as you eyed the strap between Alexia’s thick thighs.

Alexia stood at the bottom of the bed with her new purchase attached to her hips, it was the biggest dildo you had ever owned.

“It’s bigger than I remembered.” You smirked.

It was big, but you knew you could take it, you were aching for it.

“Sí, I’ll go slow.” The blonde smiled sweetly as she knelt on the bed, moving towards you.

You sat with your back against the headboard. Your breathing was still erratic from the orgasm she just gave you, your wet sticky essence still evident on her lips and fingers.

Your hand crept between your open thighs, and gently began to stroke your still sensitive clit. 

Her hazel eyes watched your movements, biting her lip at the sight in front of her. 

“Please, amor.” She begged.

“I’m yours, Ale.”

Her two favourite words. She couldn't wait anymore. Her large hands pulled at your sides, bringing you closer to her, you let out a small surprised yelp. The large strap slapped at your thigh. Her lips came down on yours again, as she steadied herself above you and lined herself up.

“Remember to breathe.” She whispered into your neck.

You rolled your eyes. “I think I can take it-” 

Fuck.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the head of the strap pushed against the entrance of your tight walls. 

Alexia had prepped you minutes before with her own thick fingers, but the sheer size of this toy didn't measure up to her digits. Not at all.

“Fuck!” You gasped out as you tried to breathe through the slight sting.

“Slow? More slowly?” She kissed sweetly at your neck.

You shook your head. “No, I can take it.”

You could take it. You wanted to take it. You wanted her to use you for what she clearly needed. She had begged you to use the big one for a reason, she needed this. She needed you. 

Alexia looked down between your bodies, she watched as she slowly sunk her hips between your open legs. She felt her own breath hitch as your thighs slightly started to shake as her strap stretched you out. She couldn't hide the smirk as she pushed her hips deeper, the thick plastic forcing you to take more of her. 

Your nails digged into Alexia’s back as she finally bottomed herself inside you. 

“Merda.” You heard her sigh in pleasure above you as she felt you cunt clench tightly around her strap.

You could take it. She knew that you could. You would take it.

“Ale! Fuck.” You arched your head back into the pillow.

She was kind enough to give you some time to get used to her before she really gave you what she wanted.

“Sí, you can take it.” She agreed as her lips and tongue sucked on your now exposed throat. Her teeth shortly followed, sinking into your soft skin. From the sting alone you knew she was leaving a dirty mark.

She laid her body fully over yours. One arm slid under your pillow where your head laid, the other gently cupped your chin, forcing your eyes to meet her own. Her hazel orbs observed you before watching your face fall into pleasure as her hips started moving, slowly pulling the thick strap against your tight walls. 

“Ale.” You whimpered out.

“Shh I know, bebita. I know. You’re doing so good for me. So good.” She whispered against your parted lips before stealing a soft kiss from you.

Alexia was talking you through it. She was talking you through the sheer overwhelming feeling of her. Her soothing words made your head cloud over with a desire for nothing but her. 

Your body began to heat, it felt like a fire coursing through your veins, making you break out in a sweat. Alexia’s naked body was pressed against your own, adding to the fever on your skin, pinning you down as she thrusted faster into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Oh, my god. Fuck, please.” You begged, though you weren't sure what for.

The strong body above you rocked into you, going a little harder

“Can’t you handle it, bebé?” She teased, all her sweet talk gone out the window.

“I can. I can handle it.” You promised as you whined.

“Sí, that's my good girl.”

God, you were so wet. She felt so good as she rutted into, hitting and pushing your sensitive walls, making your legs shake with every thrust.

Gone were her gentle movements. 

Her hand tightened around your chin as she made sure you couldn't move your head as she began to fuck you hard.

The air from your lungs all but disappeared as Alexia rutted into you, greedily losing herself in the way your body shook beneath her.

“Taking me so well.” She grunted against your lips.

You was full, so fucking full.

You were losing your mind. Your brain was drunk on Alexia. 

She was losing her wits already. Alexia groaned loudly. She felt an animalistic and even a possessiveness sensation course through her body from your encouraging whimpers and cries. She had wanted you before her match today. She wanted you when a clear foul didn't go her way. She wanted you when she missed the penalty. She now had you, and you were all hers to do what she wanted with. 

So, she used your body to fuck her anger out on, and you happily took every thrust of her strong hips as she forced you into the mattress below for as long as she wanted. 

You happily let her bite and suck on your plump swollen lips as she kissed you, stealing your shallow breath and forcing her tongue into your mouth as you groaned against her lips. 

You were hers. 

She melted into your sweaty body, your skin stuck together as her own sweat stuck to you. Her mouth gaped open in pleasure as she felt her clit rubbing perfectly on the base of her strap. 

“I’m going to come, bebé.”

Your cunt clenched at her words. 

“Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” You urged her on, your nails now turned into gentle strokes on her skin. “You feel so fucking good.” You whimpered against her lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed as she picked up to a frantic pace. 

“No, keep looking at me. Don’t close those pretty eyes. I want to look at them when I come inside you.” Her hand held your jaw tightly.

Jesus. This girl.

You nodded obediently. Keeping your eyes open as best as you could so your lover could reach her climax the way she needed.

Alexia felt the overwhelming swirl in her stomach start to build. It creeped over her body, making every hair on her skin stand to attention, until she was seeing stars. She kept her piercing hazel eyes on you as best as she could until you felt her start to shake, you made sure to keep your eyes on her just like she asked. She shook hard as her orgasm took over her, burning every nerve in her body. 

She felt a release wash over her. A straining tension disappeared from her muscles as she felt herself take what she needed. Her hips sunk impossibly deeper into your cunt as she rode out her last feelings of pleasure, pushing and thrusting until she finally came down from her high.

She breathed hard into your neck, before gently pulling out of you and lacing your face with soft kisses.

“Are you okay, amor?” She lovingly stroked your cheek.

“I’m more than okay.” You gave her a lazy smile, bringing your lips to hers. “But I might not be able to walk for a while.” You chuckled breathlessly.

The blonde giggled in your neck, having the audacity to look timid as her cheeks reddened. “Amooooor!” She whined, embarrassed at your words.

You had no idea how this girl went from fucking you to an inch of your life, to looking like she couldn't say boo to a goose. 

She was a girl of many faces and many talents. 

[seleneprince]

Wife! Darling returned to her criminal roots a while after marrying Bruce and assimilating into the Wayne household.

She left that world behind at first to focus on her new family, since she wanted to try and give them the best life, to start anew. It worked for a while. When she married Bruce, she expected him to act up on his duty as a father and that the family would accept her daughter at least. They would be safe. No more living with fear or in danger. No need to get her hands dirty to protect them. She hoped to use their new status as rich people to give her children the best life possible.

But as time passed, it became increasingly, painfully obvious that her husband wasn't all in for being a father. You'll think a man known for adopting kids left and right from all backgrounds would be more open to take care of his biological daughter, but no. She's so good, so sweet, so eager to have a father's love (again). ¿Why can't he even try? It's the one thing Wife!Darling expected from him in this cursed arrangement. Not his love, or attention, hell, she barely wants to stand in the same room as him longer than necessary. No. She just wants her kids to be safe and happy. For him to take responsability for the daughter he put in her ten years ago. For ripping the love of her life away from her.

Not to mention the constant kidnappings, murder attempts, and petty crimes against her or her kids that were often overlooked. Whether from jealous socialites, the typical villains...or people from her past, still seeking a bloody closure.

Still, over and over, she had to stand there and watch as her precious girl got more and more dissapointed every time. Had to swallow her own heartbreak at seeing her little darling cry silently in her arms because she couldn't understand why she wasn't wanted, why it was never enough. She did her damn best to fill the void, to love her enough to make her forget about that stupid man she called father. Pouring her attention and devotion in the girl, taking advantage of their new wealth to shower her daughter with all the gifts that they couldn't enjoy before. Signing her up to all the activities she wanted, taking them all to long trips just the four of them, having their own little celebrations and special traditions that no one else could touch.

Wife! Darling still held some tiny hope things would change, that Bruce would see reason and get over his resentment for the forced marriage to accept his child. To treat her with at least half the care he had for the other strays. She didn't even expect him to accept her youngest two, they weren't even his and he knew that. They could be just her responsability, but her oldest was a Wayne by blood. Surely, that had to mean something.

Then, the little demon came. Damian Al-Ghul, now Wayne, Bruce's other biological child with Talia Al-Ghul, one of the many women who attempted to kill her before. Wife! Darling recognised her essence in that boy's mannerisms, his eyes, his whole persona. It reeked of his mother. Still, at first Wife! Darling was willing to accept him, since he was just a kid. Dumped at the manor by his own mother to be raised by a man he never met. She tried, biting her tongue when she witnessed Bruce slowly warming up to the boy and giving him the affection his other daughter had been craving for, fighting for. "It's just a boy", she reminded herself. "It's not his fault", she kept telling herself.

Then he tried to kill her daughter. In the middle of the night, while everyone was asleep. That little demon, that filthy spawn of his hateful mother, snuck in her girl' bedroom when she was most vulnerable and sliced her throat. Or tried to, but failed when she woke up just in time and fought back...and also when Wife! Darling pushed him away with a warning shot from her hunting rifle, brushing his shoulder. She'll never forget waking up to her daughter's screams, seeing the blood coming from her neck staining everything, her pain. She would've murdered that boy right there with bullets if Alfred haven't stopped her.

And what happened afterwards? The absolute disregard to her daughter's pain? Them asking for consideration to the boy who almost killed her? "He's had a bad upbringing", they said. "He didn't know better," they said. But it was Richard Grayson sitting down at her daughter's bed during her recovery and telling her to be considerate that cemented her decision. And it also came upon a cold, crushing realisation.

The Wayne fortune could keep them up for a while, but it wouldn't be forever. Their lives were still in danger, and if it came down to it, this family wouldn't protect them. Wife! Darling decided that, fine, if Bruce didn't want to be a father and the others didn't want to be siblings, then they wouldn't ever be. Not a single more chance. She would raise her kids by herself, relying on the Wayne money to the minimum while she built her own resources on the side. Relying on her new position to gather power, influence and allies, all from the shadows. She would teach her children to be unbreakable, to be independent and never, ever, rely on anyone but themselves. She instilled in their minds that the only family that mattered was each other, the four of them and maybe Alfred. Nobody else. She encouraged them to use her maiden name when they were out and only throw the Wayne card when they needed something important.

Slowly, piece by piece, with all the patience of the world, she built her own empire in the underground. Reached out back to old allies, showed herself, this time more powerful and untouchable. She vowed to not repeat the same mistakes. She'll make sure to never depend on anyone, much less a man, again, and the same for her kids. And so, one day, she would hand Bruce the divorce papers and leave this all behind.

Her daughter didn't need to be a Wayne heir...because she would be her mother's heir instead. One day, her darling girl would inherit the criminal empire built in the blood and bones of those who wronged them, crafted with the utmost devotion and precision by her loving mother. A gift to her children, waiting until they were ready.

[monstersholygrail]

Centaur Head Canons: Tying you up

Centaur bf x fem!reader— bondage, teasing, nipple play, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, yandere behavior

The height difference between you and your centaur bf was always something you both enjoyed, despite its brief troublesome moments.

One of those moments being the strain it put on his body whenever he maneuvered himself to eat you out. The most troublesome part of that being is that your centaur bf fucking loved to lap at your sweet pussy. He longed to get lost in the apex of your thighs and to suffocate between your folds.

It was his favorite meal and every now and then he couldn’t help but kick his legs back, tail already swishing in anger by not having easier access to your cunt.

Until one day he couldn’t help but notice the beams and the way they crossed within his stable. The height at which they sat… leading to a wicked idea forming in his mind.

And that’s how you found yourself suspended high up in the air of Centaur bfs stable, constricted around so many loops of rope you had lost count. Your arms strung up in the air and your legs forcibly spread as wide as they could go. Leaving yourself vulnerable to whatever your bf wanted to do to you.

Centaur bfs ties the knot right in the valley of your breasts, the texture of the rope sending goosebumps along your spine and hardening your nipples.

“You’re gonna do so good for me, sugarplum,” your bf rumbles, his southern accent having a naturally calming effect on you. His hands teasingly trail down your body, eliciting gasps from your throat as he makes his way down to your glistening pussy. Already so wet and ready for him.

Centaur bf’s mouth salivates the second your scent wafts into his nose. His licks his lips, leaning in and soaking up every bit of the scent of your arousal. He lets it coat his tongue, imagining being able to taste you and fully lose himself in your flavor. His hands massage your steady thighs, gripping the bottom of them so he can keep your dripping folds right up against him.

He nuzzles into you, getting your essence all over his face. Not wanting to rush a moment of this he just takes you in, even as you whine and faintly beg for him to lick you. His tongue darts out, flicking a dollop of your liquid into his mouth and he groans loudly.

“Good heavens,” he rasps before he unhinges his jaw and his tongue slides up into your cunt like a man starved. Hands squeezing at your thighs as he laps up every drop that had gushed out of your nice glistening pussy.

He takes full advantage of having such easy access to you. His tongue swirling through your folds in ways he’s never been able to do before. He rediscovers your pussy, making sure every inch of it is pleasured by his eager tongue.

Your moans ring throughout the air, body writing and hips wriggling as you both try and lean in and escape the unrelenting pleasure Centaur bf is unleashing upon you. Your bf lets out a rough huff and the clomp of his hoof hits the ground loudly. His fingers digging into your ass and holding you tighter against his mouth.

Centaur bf can’t decide on which part of you tastes best as he licks you up like you’re the best tasting sugar cube he’s ever had.

He wants to taste it all, all at once. His long thick tongue slipping deep inside your cunt before sliding up to suck at your clit. Forcing unbelievable sensations to crash into your body in waves. Your body shakes, only making the ropes brush tantalizingly against your skin and adding to your pleasure. With a ragged shriek you cum all over Centaur bfs face.

A loud neigh chokes out through your bfs throat, his front legs rising a little in order to get impossible closer your gushing pussy. Your release soaks his face and he growls, rushing to lick every drop of it up. You cry out loudly, overstimulation setting in as he just doesn’t stop. Lighting your nerves on fire in the best way.

“O-okay, get me down now. Someone could come in at any minute,” you croak, slight worry to your tone. You two are in the public stables after all, just as your bf had planned.

Centaur bf stays firmly against your spasming lips, lazily stroking up and down your walls to get any remaining ounce of your orgasm. His eyes darken as they look up at you, not that you very much notice as you pant heavily, suspended so highly above him and the ground.

A part of him wanting someone to hear. Wanting to bring you to the point of ecstasy that someone can’t help but overhear and wander in, worried your screams are ones of pain and not pleasure. Only to find you here in his stall. That you’re his and he’s the one bringing you to such a peak. Before they rush out to leave you two alone because above all your nosies are for him and him alone to enjoy to the fullest.

Hesitantly leaning away from your pussy he starts rubbing out the muscles of your thighs as they twitch and quiver in his hold. You look down at his face and immediately whine, seeing the amount of lust in his eyes. What you didn’t know yet was just how many plans your bf had for you. How many ways he wanted to watch you fall apart in these ropes before he takes your exhausted body and takes you again. His eyes sparkle with how much need he has for you. Knowing you need him just as much.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, pretty girl,” Centaur boyfriend says in faux sweetness. One hand slips back to your ass while the other slides along your inner thigh. You hiss as two of his fingers glide along your slit and make your hips jolt at the spark of pain that shoots through your pussy. Your bf chuckles, seeing how your body reacts to him.

“Gotta get you all ready and stretched out for my cock…”