#AND ALL OF YOUR ENDEAVORS AND MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!!!!!!!!!!

[zhongrin]

welp, all things come to an end... it's been fun *wipes tears dramatically*

[cozymoko]

What are some cute moment between sasuke and darling when they arnt on bad terms?also keep up the good work !

SWEET MOMENTS WITH YAN. SASUKE

Thank you!

Pairing: Yandere! Sasuke x gender neutral! reader

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): slight yandere themes

🍙 During his lengthy endeavors, you very rarely escape his thoughts. SASUKE has no need for little trinkets to remind him of his journeys but he thinks you might. Thus he spends a hefty amount on souvenirs just for you. The giddy expression on your face, when he gifts you a poorly wrapped necklace or tiny model of some sort turns him a very deep shade of pink.

🍙 SASUKE doesn’t often accompany you in many actions that isn't a peaceful walk around the village; well unless you ask him to. But when he does it's the most serene thing. Whether it be his fingers loosely intertwined with yours or an arm gently resting on your shoulders, he’s always holding you. It's honestly for his own pleasure but he swears it's so you don’t get lost. Pfft, who’s he kidding?

🍙 Truthfully a good listener. You could be rambling about God knows what for what seems to be hours on end, and SASUKE would listen all the same. And believe it or not, get actually gives good advice. He may be a stoic man, although he might be able to pull some sentiments out of his ass for your sake.

🍙 You may think he’s uninterested but it’s quite the opposite; he’s practically hanging onto every word. If you find yourself lost in thought, pondering your partners' interest, Sasuke will bring you right back. “You’re distracted.” He murmurs, gazing intently into your dazed orbs. “What’s caused your thoughts to drift?”

🍙 It's something he picked up from his late brother, but it remains one of his softer actions. When you do or say something dumb, SASUKE will flick you on the forehead. It's neither extremely light nor rough; it's just enough for you to cover his forehead and even shoot him a scowl. You’ll let him have it, it’s not every day you get to see him smile too peacefully.

🍙 On his few lazy days, THE UCHIHA can occasionally be found “sleeping in” (only for you). He’d nip and kiss your neck with no intentions of going any further. Your laughter is music to his ears; so merry and carefree. Try not to be too surprised when you finally see yourself in the mirror, red bruises sprinkled all across your neckline. Sasuke didn’t intend on seducing you, however, marking you wasn’t out of the question!

🍙 However that doesn’t mean his disfavored qualities have escaped him. Every night SASUKE will not fail to hold you close, possessively so, as he watches you slowly nod off to your fatigue. Times like these are always his favorite. Just being able to bask in your warmth and have you all to himself is like a dream come true. He won't allow anyone else to savor this image, not even in death.

[grandgtaman1a]

The Holy Trinity in love with the same girl [Headcanon]

Pairing: Michael De Santa x Reader, Trevor Phillips x Reader, Franklin Clinton x Reader Characters: Michael De Santa, Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader[Female or Gender Neutral] Summary: Where Michael Trevor and Franklin are in love with you![Anon Request]

AN: I also wrote how the three would know about the other liking the reader Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not repost

You are the enigmatic crew member, a highly skilled hacker who plays a crucial role in their criminal endeavors. Lester was amazed by your work and took you under the wing where you met Michael Trevor and Franklin Your intelligence and proficiency in navigating the digital underworld make you an invaluable asset to the team.

Michael’s Perspective:

Michael is drawn to your hacking skills. He sees you as a way out of the criminal world, someone who can help him find redemption. He admires your intellect and dreams of a life beyond the chaos of crime with you.

Trevor’s Perspective:

Trevor is infatuated with your fearless nature, especially when you're hacking into secure systems. He's intrigued by your ability to match his brand of insanity, and he considers you a kindred spirit. His obsession with you both excites and terrifies him.

Franklin’s Perspective:

Franklin is captivated by your charm, wit, and cool-headed approach to hacking in dangerous situations. He envisions a more stable and secure life with you, far removed from the chaos of the criminal world

You, however, keep your emotions and true motivations closely guarded. You use your allure and hacking skills to manipulate the trio to serve your hidden agenda, the nature of which remains a well-guarded secret. This love triangle adds complexity and tension to their criminal activities, making their adventures even more unpredictable as they navigate the treacherous criminal underworld, both in the real world and the digital one.

When Michael, Trevor, and Franklin all come to realize they are in love with you, it would likely lead to a complex and emotionally charged situation. Here's how they might react:

Michael's Reaction:

Michael, the more rational and calculating of the three, would initially try to keep his feelings hidden. He might feel conflicted about pursuing a romantic relationship with you, as he is also driven by his desire to escape the criminal life. He could become withdrawn and contemplative, trying to find a way to balance his love for the reader with his longing for a peaceful life. As the situation unfolds, he might try to maintain a friendship with you while struggling with his own emotions.

Trevor's Reaction:

Trevor, the impulsive and erratic member of the group, would likely react explosively. Learning that both Michael and Franklin have feelings for you would send him into a fit of jealousy and rage. He may confront the other two, leading to confrontations and potentially dangerous situations. Trevor's obsession with you could intensify, making him unpredictable and potentially reckless.

Franklin's Reaction:

Franklin, the younger and more idealistic member of the group, might initially feel guilt and insecurity upon discovering that Michael and Trevor also love you. He may worry that he's not a suitable match for her compared to the older and more experienced Michael or the wild and unpredictable Trevor. However, he could also become more determined to prove himself and win your affection.

The love triangle would create tension and conflict within the group, possibly affecting their working dynamic and leading to emotional outbursts. The reader's feelings and choices would play a crucial role in how this situation unfolds, and her decision could have significant consequences for the group's relationships and criminal endeavors.

[just-a-ghost00]

Crush series : what is their current love status ?

This is for those of you that are puzzled right now about their crush and don’t know much about them yet. We are asking spirit to help us clarify what their situation is so that you can act accordingly. To pick your group, you can choose one of these emojis.

✍🏼 🧛🏻‍♀️ 🎓

Group 1 ✍🏼

Cards : Emperor, 4 of pentacles, Queen of cups, 5 of swords, Queen of pentacles, 8 of cups, 8 of wands as the overall energy

This person is single. They are focused on their own accomplishments and well being, mainly when it comes to their career. They are very busy and taking part in many projects. Their heart space is closed. They are friendly with a lot of people but they don’t connect with them on a deeper level. They may flirt here and there but that never goes too far because they don’t want to be involved in drama. This person draws a lot of attention and they are wary of connections because of past experiences. Also, dating could impact their societal status and their personal life drastically if it went wrong so they try to avoid dating as much as possible. This person could have been used for their wealth and power in the past or dealt with people that were not genuine. They could struggle with trusting people and/or being vulnerable. However, they are starting to feel lonely and a part of them wants to find somewhere they belong and a person that can match their vibe and support them during hard times. A part of them may doubt that they are ever going to find such a person. They tend to feel pessimistic when it comes to love and romance. I asked for a card to clarify the 5 of swords and got the knight of cups. This person feels confused when people express feelings towards them. They may have recently come across someone that showed them affection and they felt conflicted about it. If that person is you, the expression of your emotions sets them off balance. This is something they did not expect and that they are not used to.

Confirmation signs : Aries, Taurus, Scorpio, Sagittarius, numbers 4, 5 and 8

Group 2 🧛🏻‍♀️

Cards : The Empress, The World, The Fool, 3 of pentacles reversed, Hierophant, Justice, overall energy is the White Numen

Your crush is looking for committed and deep love. They are in a phase of their life where they are finally where they wanted to be, they are embodying the version of themselves they always dreamed of. They are finally loving themselves and feeling empowered. They’ve come to terms with their self confidence issues and they are now taking control over their life. Their energy feels very feminine and very confident. Very sensual also. This person wants to create, to gather with other people, not just a romantic partner but all kinds of people to express their true potential. But they are also looking for their ride or die. Their partner in crime. The person that will love and support them no matter what, that will match their crazy and follow them anywhere they may go. This person is starting anew and moving forward with a positive mind and receptive energy. They may enjoy traveling alone or indulging in creative endeavors. They also spend a lot of time taking care of their body, dressing themselves up, working on their body image. Though the Hierophant represents commitment I think that this person is mainly committed to themselves and their own well being. They’ve been through a lot and the wheel has just recently turned in their favor. Justice is being served by blessing this person with everything they ever wanted. I feel like this person is entrusting the divine with their love life and hoping for the best. They are just existing and shining at the maximum of their capacity, hoping that their light will reach someone worth their time and love.

Confirmation signs : Taurus, Leo, Aquarius, Scorpio, Pisces, numbers 3, 5 and 21

Group 3 🎓

Cards : Black Numen, Tower reversed, Moon, Ace of pentacles rx, knight of pentacles reversed, 4 of wands, overall energy 2 of pentacles

This person is either single or in a situation ship. They have gone through a major transformation in their life and/or a rough period of time where they were isolated, possibly struggling with depression or anxiety. They felt like things were not going in their favor and faced a lot of fears. This person is now dreaming of a time of peace where their life isn’t as chaotic and messy. Especially when it comes to romance. They are hoping for a serious relationship that doesn’t seem to want to manifest in their life. They feel like things are moving too slow in that area of their life. One one hand they want that connection so bad but on the other hand they are scared to let anyone in right now considering how their life is all over the place. This person feels conflicted. They may try to interact with people and then retreat back to their bubble because they don’t trust themselves and/or others. A part of them doubts that they’ll ever find someone to be with. They may think they’re not worthy of love or that they don’t have enough time and room for someone to be in their life. However they feel lonely and out of luck and a part of them may believe that having someone in their life would help them get back on track and be more successful. This person may daydream a lot about being in a relationship. They may have a lot of crushes but never act upon them. They may be very shy, introverted, scared of being left out or rejected. They possibly tried to be in a relationship in the past which ended terribly. Their plans to be with this person were not fruitful. Maybe because their family did not accept their partner or because of their work taking too much of their time.

Confirmation signs : Scorpio, Pisces, Taurus, Virgo, numbers 18, 16, 1, 2 and 4.

[a-d-nox]

pac: what happens when you take actions on your dreams?

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pile 1

when you take actions on your dreams, you will find yourself being careful and calculated - some may say hesitant. you could be stagnant because you are trying to decide how to take on your dreams - step into your flow; intuitively guide yourself to what you feel should be done next. you will find that your family is extremely supportive of your dreams. they want you to spend time doing what you love with those who have a shared interest. they may even give you money towards helping you get closer to doing what you wish to. great funds will come out of your endeavors should you take action on them. if you feel like you can't move forward to make your dreams reality - re-strategize. don't give up.

pile 2

so many dreams exist within you. so many possibility for you exist - try not to be impatient (you can't afford to miss steps or cut corners). listen to your intuition, while taking actions to reach your dreams. accept all the possibilities that come towards you - "say yes" should be your motto. remember always "that which excites you is worth the risk". i sense a great partnership can be made between you and someone you will meet (or have already met). beware of greed - try to not be materialistic as you take action on your dreams. nor should you be too hard on yourself - "rome wasn't built in a day"; look beyond the small details and see the big picture. i feel as though your dreams are already in motion - everything is moving quickly, you are closer to being on the path to making your dreams come true than you know.

pile 3

when you take action to make your dreams reality, you will feel victorious. good new will be endless, accomplishments will be constant, your praises will be sang. you work hard and you will receive recognition for doing so. projects will move with ease - every ending presents a new beginning. every dream you reach, you will find yourself dreaming another - you are a dream machine. you will love what you do when you begin chasing your dreams - you are likely invest your time and money wisely too. your charity and generosity will be rewarded. enjoy the dreamscape you've built. you've earned it.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dancing around with them

Aizawa: Dancing with you is a very intimate experience. It allows him to get close to someone and enjoy the rhythm of your movements. It's a time to share trust and let go of whatever he's feeling at the moment. The steps and movements of dance form a language that allows you to communicate with each other. It's a feeling of unity when he can move in sync with his partner and feel connected to you through the music.

All Might: Dancing with his partner is a beautiful and indescribable feeling. The joy and excitement of being in step with each other, gliding across the floor like one entity, and expressing yourselves together through movement and music, is something that can't be put into words. It is an expression of pure unity and harmony and one of the most exhilarating and fulfilling experiences one can have.

Endeavor: Dancing with you can be described as a game of cat and mouse. Every movement and every gesture must be calculated to maximize your chances of victory. Every step forward must be matched by an equal and opposite step back, as a dance requires two to tango. This level of coordination can only be achieved when your movements become so in sync that you can predict each other's actions before they come to pass.

Hawks: Dancing around with you is so much fun to him. It's like a dream come true when you're on a dance floor together. He gets to let loose and really take in the moment. The music is amazing and it's just the two of both you. He really wishes everyone could feel what he feels when he's dancing with you.

Shigaraki: Dancing with you is a very interesting experience. It can be a bit awkward at times, as you are often very close together and must synchronize your moves. However, there is a sense of thrill and excitement that comes from it. The sensation of moving in unison with another person can be a very powerful and enjoyable experience. Overall, dancing with you can be a beautiful and joyful experience, as you share a sense of solidarity and understanding.

Dabi: Dancing with you is like moving in step with a divine being. Every movement is coordinated and every moment feels like he is one with you. It is as though your souls are intertwined. He feels the weight of your hand in his and every touch is like a moment of pure bliss. When your eyes meet, your energy sparks a flame that lights the dance floor. It is a most sublime and magical experience that makes his heart beat like thunder at such foreign tenderness.

Twice: Dancing alongside somebody else can be quite enjoyable. Especially when it is somebody that you are close to. It may be difficult to stay in sync while doing so, but the feeling of togetherness that is produced by dancing with someone is quite exhilarating. The movements that you are performing and the feelings that you are experiencing can make for an unforgettable experience.

Overhaul: He does not "dance." Dancing involves unnecessary movements in a useless manner. He is only guided by practicality and efficiency; dancing does not contribute to either of those. His actions are guided by you and him, working together in unison to complete your objective. Dancing is superfluous and is not conducive to the ultimate goal or to progress in any capacity.

[midntarot]

[ pick a pile ]

the current energy that you're emitting

disclaimer: this is a general reading. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. tarot isn’t meant to dictate or predict, but rather to provide insight. 

how to choose your pile: intuitively choose the photo that you feel the most drawn to.

⋆｡˚ ❀ pile one ⋆*･ﾟ

[ the judge, ace of swords, queen of cups ]

sensing a strong energy that is being positively emitted. you stand up for yourself and help others in need. this is also a very forgiving energy; you forgive others rather than hold onto resentment. if you haven't, connect deeply with yourself and your surroundings. your intuition is high, let it guide you to where you want to be. you are coming from a place of truth and clarity when it comes to your feelings. being compassionate and understanding will come easy for you. the energy here is best during hard times.

connect with your feminine side. let yourself heal and don't allow external forces to influence you. only you get to decide things for yourself. manifestation is key, put your mind to what you want.

⋆｡˚ ❀ pile two ⋆*･ﾟ

[ the mother, the fool, 6 of cups ]

this is a contradicting energy that is being positively and negatively emitted at the same time. you're somewhat fine or content with where you're at, but in a way, you are sabotaging yourself by setting limits and clinging to what's comfortable. what's comfortable isn't always good for you. this is restriction. growth ends here when you're not allowing yourself to step into the anew. start by taking a leap of faith into a new journey even if you're afraid and don't turn back to look at what was before. there is no time for reminiscing memories. use this energy to move forward.

stay true to yourself. stand firm and make decisions from your heart. take responsibility for your happiness. stop living for others. no negativity. trust your intuition and dream big.

⋆｡˚ ❀ pile three ⋆*･ﾟ

[ the hunter, 7 of swords, 8 of wands ]

the energy here is neither positive or negative, but instead dependent on how you're projecting it. you are focus and have an immense drive to strive far, but for what and why? is this for you? for others? you may be impulsive with your energy and rash when making decisions due to a situation that causes you to move fast. however, despite this, take the time to re-accessed what you're doing and be wise with how much energy you're using. conserve your energy to prevent burnout and you'll be better thought out on your endeavors. time goes fast, but follow it with your mind leveled.

be willing to listen and learn. find what's familiar to you. seek wisdom and bring it's attention to aspects in your life that need acknowledgment, exploration, or change.

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[karvroom]

hi guys !

in my intro i mentioned how i write on wattpad and wanted to give you all a taste of a fanfic i’ve been writing. it’s a todoroki x reader called ‘I Will’ (title is still in the works).

PROLOGUE

"An 'anti-ability'? We already have one of those."

A meeting had been called at the famous U.A High School; the school where heroes are made and dreams of young individuals come true. Of course, there are so many other schools out there like U.A, but they aren't the same. Only the best students make it into U.A, those who know what it takes to be hero and who will do anything to protect their city, country, even the world. Within those school walls were well-known heroes dedicating their time to helping young adults better use their abilities—and that's exactly what this meeting was about.

"Yes, I understand we have Eraser Head, but this girl has serious potential." Spoke Mirko. Front and center of the room stood three heroes, one of them being the English teacher at U.A; Present Mic, accompanied by Mirko and Hawks. They faced the school board and other pro-heroes who wanted to join the meeting. A range of 50 to 80 people were present watching this discussion unravel. "Her quirk allows her to cancel out another's quirk with a single touch."

"That's less dependable than Eraser Head's. She has to come in contact with her opponent? All he has to do is look at them and not blink. If anything, it's more dangerous for her." Said by Vlad King, the homeroom teacher of class 1-B. Next to him was Eraser Head himself, wearing his usual grimace.

"Well, yes, but her quirk is sort of like a two-in-one." Present Mic explained with his booming voice. He smiled seeing the faces of his friends upon the school staff.

"Once she cancels out the opponents quirk, she can use it for herself. Pretty cool, huh?" Hawks added.

Principal Nezu hummed at the thought of your powers, intrigued by the potential you may have. He cleared his throat, using his calm voice he said, "Is she here now? It wouldn't hurt to have a demonstration."

Present Mic, Mirko, and Hawks all looked at each other then back at the crowd. Present Mic laughed, "Alright, (Y/N), you can come out now."

Then, the hero and Modern Hero Art History teacher Midnight stood up from the crowd, walking down the aisle for all to lay their eyes on. Once she reached the front of the room, she transformed—and there you were between Hawks and Present Mic. You used your quirk on a random person from the street who so happened to have shapeshifting abilities, which is what led you to display that certain ability.

Mirko clapped with excitement at your theatrics, sure that you had impressed everyone by now with that trick. You decided to take a bow as everyone else joined Mirko in amusement. She then placed a hand on your shoulder, "Introduce yourself, don't be shy."

"My name is (F/N) (L/N), I'm a first year, and I would like to join U.A to become a hero."

Principal Nezu stood in his chair, hoping to appear much more taller than he really was. He clapped his paws together and started, "Well, (Y/N), it's nice to meet you—"

"Why not do one more demonstration?" A much louder voice boomed from the back of the room. A large figure walked down the steps of the aisle, revealing himself. You heard Hawks scoff— and rightfully so. Endeavor, the prideful and ambitious man, had a smug look on his face; almost like he wanted to see you fail. His physique compared to yours was just a little intimidating, heck who wouldn't find it intimidating? He held out his arm to you, urging you to use your quirk, "Use my power, go on."

"Endeavor, this isn't necess—" Hawks started, Present Mic quickly hushed him, fascinated to see what would happen.

Reaching out your hand, you made contact, and in almost an instant, Endeavor's flames disappeared from his frame. He scowled in defeat, seeing your body be surrounded by the flames which were once his.

"Need I establish anymore of what I can do with your power, or are we done here?" You said with slight sass in your tone—you've heard of this man (given it's impossible not to know of him unless you live under a rock), and you didn't want to be associated with him more than you needed to be.

Endeavor let out a grunt, "Right, now how does she give me my power back?" You could tell he was avoiding you by not asking you directly or referring to you by your name.

"(Y/N), may you?"

You sighed, allowing your body to give back the quirk. Once you did, the hero's flames were restored to their natural state: engulfing majority of his face as his eyebrows and facial hair. You watched as he waltzed back to his seat and sat down with a thump, causing the person he sat by to jump out of their seat. He was quite the character, crude, ignorant, narcissistic; it was painfully obvious he's only high in the ranks because of his power—not his passion for helping others. He was only driven by his goal to beat All Might (the current number 1 hero).

"Well done, Young (Y/N)." All Might applauded, he then look to his right at Nezu, seeking for his reaction. "What do you think Nezu?"

"In all fairness, her abilities are great, and it seems she has full control over her quirk." Everyone smiled, waiting for his say, hoping he would accept you. "However—"

All the heroes sighed, awaiting his catch. "I feel it would be best to see how she would do taking the Entrance Exam for recommended students. It will only be helpful to us to gain knowledge of what

(Y/N) knows and what she could improve on. Although it is late in the year, I will gladly welcome (F/N) (L/N) into U.A High."

All except a few cheered, walking down the stairs to congratulate you and your accomplishment, then leaving the room to the comfort of their homes. To you, it felt great, finally putting your quirk to some use. You may not have had the same reaction as everyone else, but you were actually excited.

"Hey, kid, look who's coming their way to you." Present Mic whispered excitedly, pushing you forward a bit. He was the most eager for you, which was odd since he barely met you.

The principal made his way to you eventually, on the shoulder of Aizawa—wrapped in his cloth of warmth. Followed by a large figure, that being the number one hero. "(Y/N), this is Eraser Head...a.k.a Mr. Aizawa; he could possibly be your teacher this year. And this here behind us is All Might."

"Nice to meet you." You shook each of their hands, hoping to make a good first impression—hell you even bowed. You said in the most genuine tone, "I appreciate the opportunity you have given me and I'm excited to show you what I'm capable of."

"I love your enthusiasm, kiddo!" All Might cheered. He nudged Aizawa, silently encouraging to say something to you instead of coming off as rude.

"Yes, nice to meet you as well, (Y/N)." Aizawa said rather roughly, which is expected—it was a random meeting called at the strike of 7PM, so you don't blame the guy. You honestly felt bad for taking up the heroes' time just for them to meet you.

"Seeing that you and Aizawa have similar quirks, he may not only be your home room teacher, but definitely your mentor for the rest of the year." Nezu informed.

"I have high expectations for you (Y/N)." As he said this, it was the most expressive you had ever seen this man in the past 20 minutes of this gathering. His eyes wide and his tone was noticeably mischievous, it kind of scary to see him like this. "So, don't fail me."

"Yes, sir."

"I think it's about time I be getting this pumpkin home." Mirko smiled, placing both of her hands on your shoulders. "She's had a long day, I'm sure she's tired—plus she has that exam to take!"

"Of course, my apologies for keeping you." The small creature spoke. "Off you go then, good night, (Y/N)."

"Good night." All Might and Aizawa said at the same time, except in two way different tones.

"You guys, too!" Mirko said as she and Present Mic led you outside of the building, Hawks swiftly following.

"So, how did I do?" You asked the three of them. You had hoped you didn't come off as too showy with your quirk, but at the same time you felt like you didn't do enough to ensure your spot in the academy.

"Oh, you blew them away, little lady!" Hawks encouraged, holding up a fist bump for you to engage in. "And the way you stood up to Endeavor? Crazy."

"That takes some guts, even I wouldn't challenge Endeavor to such a thing." Present Mic added.

"Don't encourage the behavior, it could lead to something reckless." Mirko heeded to the fact of your demeanor towards the flame hero. "Egging on a dangerous being is something serious."

"If he's so dangerous, then why is he even a hero?" You rhetorically asked, quickly following up with an answer of your own. "He's only in it to show off his power."

"Hey, now, let's not—" You cut off Present Mic, having the attention of all three heroes on you as you walked to the large gates of U.A High School, the route of leaving the premises.

"And let's not forget his shitty attitude to those around him, even civilians. He only cares for the fame and competition—it gives him an ego boost."

"Oh, honey, I'm sure it's not just that." Mirko said, trying to defend the number two hero. She looked around quickly, trying to change the subject before you become to deep in your passionate hate towards Endeavor. "Are any of you guys able to take her home? I have to work late tonight."

"Can't. My show is on in about...right now!" Present Mic exclaimed, dashing back to the dorms to find himself the nearest device for his viewing. However, you knew it was just his excuse to not take some kid home.

Mirko sighed, "Hawks?"

"No problem." Hawks beamed, showing off his pearly whites. "Let's rock and roll, kid."

word count: 1746

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[astrojulia]

Cancer Sun + Moon

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✧.* Aries Moon: The Aries Moon infuses you with capability and competitiveness, coupled with a keen business acumen and an innate knack for understanding others. While a comfortable and nurturing home is essential to you, you might find yourself easily bored if confined within its walls for extended periods. This unique blend of concern and restlessness propels you forward, encouraging growth and change.

✧.* Taurus Moon: The Taurus Moon enhances your caring, helpful, and affectionate nature, particularly when it comes to matters of home and family. Your artistic talents are a source of strength, and you possess the ability to dedicate yourself to endeavors such as music or meditation. Alternatively, your skills in business and management may come to the fore, although your accommodating nature could occasionally hinder your progress.

✧.* Gemini Moon: The Gemini Moon endows you with a deceptive slowness that belies your true intelligence and cleverness. Your seriousness and charm combine seamlessly, making you a competent and accomplished individual. This versatility extends to both the realm of politics and sales, where your abilities shine. Even sports hold potential for your success.

✧.* Cancer Moon: With a Cancer Moon, emotions flow like the tides, binding you firmly to your family roots. You possess a profound understanding of the needs of others, and your generosity knows no bounds. However, the ever-shifting currents of your moods might lead to moments of isolation and introspection. Your connection to the past and your ability to empathize could mark you as an adept historian.

✧.* Leo Moon: Beneath your helpful and sympathetic exterior lies emotional vulnerability. While you care deeply for family and friends, your high standards can occasionally be a double-edged sword. Balancing your nurturing instincts with self-care becomes crucial in maintaining your well-being.

✧.* Virgo Moon: The Virgo Moon positions you ideally for careers in nursing, medicine, and practical assistance to others. Your attention to detail and remarkable memory set you apart. In times of emotional distress, you might retreat into isolation. Your commercial aptitude, mixed with a touch of obstinacy, makes you an excellent salesperson, even if occasional worries arise.

✧.* Libra Moon: The Libra Moon bestows upon you both commercial prowess and a profound appreciation for beauty and harmony within your family. Your artistic flair and aesthetic sensibilities contribute to your charm, yet they might also pose challenges in realizing your ideas fully.

✧.* Scorpio Moon: Under the influence of the Scorpio Moon, your strong intuition is accompanied by frequent mood swings, creating a complex emotional landscape. The struggle to maintain a positive outlook on life might be a recurring theme. Nevertheless, your magnetic presence is impossible to ignore, drawing others into your enigmatic orbit.

✧.* Sagittarius Moon: The Sagittarius Moon fuels your quest for emotional freedom and infuses you with an idealistic perspective. You dare to dream beyond rational boundaries, seeking greater fulfillment and growth than conventional paths may promise.

✧.* Capricorn Moon: The Capricorn Moon nurtures your business acumen, intuition, and strategic cunning, all of which contribute to your potential for success. However, the same attributes might occasionally lead to shortcuts or overly frugal practices. Balancing ambition with ethical considerations becomes essential.

✧.* Aquarius Moon: An Aquarius Moon endows you with a brilliant mind and skillful political prowess, all wrapped in a quiet exterior. Your ability to communicate effectively ensures that your viewpoints are well-received. Your penchant for seizing opportunities is driven by a desire to advocate for your ideas.

✧.* Pisces Moon: The Pisces Moon amplifies your sensitivity and intuition, often causing you to prioritize others' needs over your own. While your empathy is admirable, remember to attend to your own well-being. You're drawn to fields where you can aid the less fortunate, be it people or animals, reflecting your compassionate nature.

Extra Sources: Drawing by Destina Eroland; Template by dayslily on tumblr

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[visualtaehyun]

Since P'Engfa is starring in the MV for Nunew's upcoming single "ขึ้นใจ (Unforgettable)", I wanted to talk about her new show:

Bangkok Blossom บางกอกคณิกา

Synopsis

In the year 1892, a period when prostitution is at an all-time high, three pretty flowers at Hor Bupachat (=blossom hall) - Kulap (=rose), Botan (=peony) and Thianyot (=golden dewdrop) - live under the rule of Madam Ratree (=night-blooming jasmine/lady of the night) who has become influential through the VIP regular Phraya Jaran, a powerful figure in the country. But life at Hor Bupachat is not what the three girls wish for, they want to flee for a life of freedom. To make their dream come true, the three of them have to endeavor to earn the money needed to buy themselves out of being prostitutes, a profession that has their human dignity held in contempt. Thus begins their struggle to liberate themselves and restore their dignity. (translated from Sanook by yours truly)

Starring

Engfa Waraha as Kulap (Show Me Love, The Marriage, Petrichor) Goy Arachaporn as Botan (GoyNattyDream, Why R U?, I Told Sunset About You, I Promised You The Moon) Charlette Wasita as Thianyot

Other cast members you might know:

Pearl Satjakorn as Nat (Laws of Attraction) James Rusameekae as Ra-an (Why R U?, My Coach, Jenny A.M./P.M.) Tom Phollawat as Khun Phra Naren (Until We Meet Again, My Gear and Your Gown, Double Savage, Be My Favorite, Absolute Zero) Aey Narinthorn as Yikheng (Moonlight Chicken)

You can watch the trailer with English subs here:

The show will start airing on May 8th (Wednesdays & Thursdays) on OneD app (uncut, you'll need vpn) and probably on YT (cut), though how quickly there will be English subs is anyone's guess.

I for one am looking forward to a women-led period drama that features song and dance and pretty costumes ✨

[papastarion]

“A Vampire’s Guide to First Impressions (Vol. 1)”

Part 1 of “From the Personal Collection of Two Spawn”

Summary: Astarion was born wielding the most important tools of his future trade. A pretty face, handsome features, enviable hair, and a quick tongue and mind to match it all. But tools are useless without the tricks needed to wield them effectively. If his years in service of his vampiric master had taught him anything, it was that first impressions were often matters of fate-changing importance.

One such introduction, seemingly just like hundreds of others that had come before it, would prove Cazador Szarr’s words truer than any words had ever been spoken, for better and for worse.

Rating: Teen.

Word Count: 4,101.

Warnings/Tags: Canon typical nonsense, bit of a character study if you squint, canon and OSHA non-compliant.

Characters/Pairings: Astarion, Dalyria, Cazador Szarr, Female half-elf Dark Urge.

Tag List: @kalmiaphlox (shoot me a dm if you’d like to be added!)

[Read on AO3]

“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.” — Sylvia Plath.

Jannath Estate, Baldur’s Gate.

1472 DR.

Everything must be perfect.

It always had to be wherever the master was involved.

Anything less would only serve as inspiration for the vampire lord’s already twisted imagination. Gods above and below alike knew that odious man didn’t need to be given any more reason to torment his spawn. And Astarion did not want to know what other knots such an imagination could be tied into after nearly 200 years caught in its tangles and bindings.

Don’t go near any mirrors, lest they note your lack of reflection. Don’t smile with your teeth, for a close-lipped offering is far more tantalizing. Always do as you’re told, just as you are told to do it.

And then there was his favorite, one of the vampire lord’s most precious rules, one so bound to his will that none of his spawn could begin to dream of breaking it:

Thou shall not drink from thinking creatures.

“Straighten your posture.” Dalyria’s impossibly gentle touch smoothed down a crease in Astarion’s doublet—the fine ensemble he was only allowed to wear when their master brought them along to these fêtes was threaded with fine gold sewn on purple silk.

Astarion adjusted his posture just so, hands locked in front of himself, unmoving and as ramrod straight as any of the marble statues that dotted the cityscape outside the stately home. He was as cold as one to the touch, too.

Perfect.

“There you go.”

Certain their master would find no more fault in them than usual, his sister snaked her arm around his, lifting the hem of her dress just so with her other hand, and the pair made to join the party within the doors before them.

Once upon a time, Astarion would have reveled in wearing such clothes every single day.

It didn’t so much as make him smile anymore.

A flop house or a fine estate, it was all the same to him now. The near-to-rags, moth-ridden despite his careful mending by candlelight, that he wore at home or the borrowed outfits reserved only for more public endeavors. All the same. Shackles were shackles, no matter how pretty. A cage was a cage, no matter the purity of the gold bent and shaped to make the bars.

He was still a prisoner, no matter the metal of the bars that caged him or the fineness of wardrobe he donned.

The Jannath estate was a fine house, indeed. It took little time for Astarion to do the math in his head. He had been dead nearly 80 years before the family was ennobled, let alone before this estate was built. His own family had held their station for practically an age in comparison.

He pushed the thought from his mind.

It didn’t matter.

None of it did.

Their merciless master was already mingling, his true nature protected as he exchanged pleasantries with nobles and other patrairs who were better served by hiding his secrets so that he could, in turn, hide theirs. Such was the way of the great and the good of the Gate. Such was the way of nobility.

One sin ignored could cover up a multitude of others.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” Astarion inquired at last, and anyone who knew their true nature would know the question was not so innocent as it sounded when heard from his lips.

“There’s a visiting noblewoman from Neverwinter, here on business with her husband.” Dalyria informed him. “Blonde hair. Tan skin. She’ll be wearing a signet ring with the Neverember’s sigil. The master didn’t give me a name. I assume she’s from an outer branch of the family. Or maybe they just don’t like her.”

“But he gave no name?” Astarion noted, a questioning eyebrow poised at her. “Sounds like someone has something to hide, more like.”

“I believe that’s the polite way of saying it.” Dalyria shrugged as they moved through the crowd together. “Be grateful he gave you a dish, rather than leaving you to the buffet again.” She said as she curtsied to an older man who took a particular interest in her. “Better to be the hunter than the hunted.”

“Only until the roles are reversed, dear sister.” He reminded her, lingering in place as she obliged her would-be suitor, taking his hand and leaving Astarion behind so the well-dressed and witless fool could lead her to the dance floor in the heart of the gaudy and packed ballroom.

The poor man would be dead before dawn, invited back to the Szarr estate for a “more exclusive” party. Given the look he was giving the former physician, it was no less than he deserved. Astarion didn’t give the man’s fate another thought as he moved onward, assuming the role of the hunter.

First impressions often began with the eyes.

This party being a masquerade made that all the easier.

His senses were heightened beyond what anyone in this room could comprehend. In truth, taking the whole of the partygoers wouldn’t be any more difficult than fish in a barrel for three vampires, even if the two spawn that made up the sum were barely functional beasts of burden, rather than proper hunters like their lord and master.

Living heartbeats created a melody in Astarion’s ears, the blood in their veins rushing to keep the tempo.

It made his stomach churn.

He accepted a crystal piece of stemware from a passing caterer. The woman bowed politely before passing him by, expressionless. The wine would taste bitter on his tongue, no matter how fine the vintage. It had taken years of practice and even more bouts of punishment for Astarion to master the ability to drink it without spitting it right back out into the glass.

“Aren’t you a fine looking thing?”

Astarion shied away from the man’s touch. Any other night, he would have withered away inside while keeping his exterior composure inviting and alluring until the man took him to bed. But there was only one mark he needed to hit tonight.

No additional numbers, just her. Whoever she was.

“Don’t be like that, pet.”

There was a thick whiff of alcohol on his breath.

The man practically reeked of new money. Astarion couldn’t decide what was more unfortunate: the pungency of the proverbial stench, or that its false gilding was still more palatable than the gutterfare he was more familiar with. He did his best to hide a sneer, thankful for the peacock-themed mask his master had chosen for him to wear tonight.

No doubt it was intended as a slight, but Astarion wore it with as much pride as possible.

“Gods, I think I could cut myself on that nose.” His index finger grazed the bridge of Astarion’s nose just so, before Astarion stepped back.

“Charming.” He sighed, putting everything into his disinterested performance.

No eye contact. Rigid shoulders. Creating distance. Everything he was taught not to do when securing a meal for his master.

“Gavin, where are you?”

With the voice’s beckoning amongst the masked parade, the half-balding man swore, cursing his bad luck before removing himself with a last lascivious look toward the vampire spawn. Astarion took the lucky break and ran with it, retreating to the nearest wall to better survey the room. He perched himself next to a carved column, repeating Dalyria’s brief description to himself as he tried to put the near-miss from his mind.

No doubt that man would have said it was a retreat to lick wounds.

But Astarion knew better.

He shook his head, refocusing.

There were plenty of blonde halos about the room. Some he could identify as Baldurian patrairs he had encountered at other events. Others he could not give name or rank to. Gold masks of jackals. Black half-moon masks. Phantoms. Fools. The cast was expansive as it was elusive.

All the better for him and Dalyria to blend in amongst their numbers.

His gaze lingered on one particular woman. She was trapped in a passionless dance with a man well over two-heads taller than her, on the opposite end of the room from Astarion. She looked one more waltz away from taking the pearls hanging around her neck and strangling herself with them.

Tan skin that glowed, adorned by a royal blue gown of draping fabrics that was as simple as it was stunning.

Could she be the one he was looking for?

If it were her, she was one of the more beautiful marks his eyes had been set upon. The mask she wore to obscure the top half of her face did nothing to diminish her looks. Though her mask was mousy—perhaps meant to be a civet or a ferret of some sort—such a word would do nothing to describe her.

She was striking, especially with those dark-bright eyes. Her hair was the same color as spun gold, interlaced with the faintest threads in hues that danced somewhere between the faintest pink and orange all done up in intricate braids that spoke to her northern heritage.

An air of naivety and sadness hung above her like swords ready to put her out of her misery at any moment. Everything about her spoke to a sense of doom that she carried for far longer than his master had even known of her existence.

Perhaps her ending tonight would be one of mercy. A mercy killing at the fangs of a vampire. The irony was almost as bitter as the unwelcome wine tasted on his tongue.

When their eyes met from their opposing ends of the room, he poured everything into the geniality of his look. He made sure she felt like she was the only other person in the room, in the city, in his eyes. He held her gaze until she was spun about by her partner, until they could meet again.

Throughout the night, he made sure their eyes would meet again and again by being in the right place at the right time. She would flinch away first each time, blushing. And Astarion would be there again the next time she looked for him.

As the ballroom spun in its rhythm, Astarion made their every interaction match the rest of the room’s dance. When the tall man who was with her—her husband, Astarion didn’t doubt—finally left her side to mingle amongst the rest of the festivities, she began to withdraw more and more from the throngs of the gala altogether.

By the stroke of midnight, Astarion knew he had to act.

Instead of a wallflower, she was quickly proving herself to be a shrinking violet. He lost sight of her when the tempo of the night shifted, instead falling into his master’s sightlines.

No words were exchanged. The orders were always the same. And failure was not tolerated.

His master’s gaze shifted effortlessly back to the conversation he carried with an easy smile.

Astarion had grown familiar with his intended’s scent among the cacophony of smells in the room. Dried herbs of different providence mixed with a perfumed lavender smell. When his eyes could not find her, he turned to his nose.

Her trail led him to one of the hallways outside the main ballroom. Given the fact that the night’s event was being hosted within, no one occupied these halls, and so the only light was the moonlight pouring in through the windows that kept their vigil at different intervals running the length of the hall. Her perfumed trail…was confused, lingering in strange places and in trails only a vampire could scent out.

Astarion decided to hazard a detour out onto one of the house’s vacant, rose-adorned balconies. His quarry could wait. The older half of the night still lay ahead of them.

Another night in a sea of endless nights.

He surveyed the garden below for a moment before closing his eyes. Behind the safety of his eyelids, he could pretend that he was back in the home he could no longer remember. He wondered: had his own home sported a garden like this?

He thought he could almost remember one. Meticulously cared for, much more practical than simply aesthetic like this one.

The beginnings of the memory dissipated into the mire of his mind with the feeling of a blade of a dagger pressing into his throat, accompanied by the strong air of lavender perfume.

Her.

“Well, well. I didn’t expect such a gentlewoman to be wielding such a ferocious weapon.” Astarion mused, unfazed by the admittedly expensive looking weapon currently addressing his neck. “If you let me go, I’ll show you mine. After all, you did show me yours.”

If anything, Astarion was impressed. He hadn’t expected her to be able to give him the slip. She was practically showing off, getting the jump on him like this. He hadn’t even noticed her approach.

He couldn’t help an all too genuine a smirk, comfortable with the gestures in knowing that she would not see it.

His eyes caught the Neverember signet ring Dalyria had mentioned poised on one of the fingers wrapped around the hilt of her dagger.

He had made no mistake.

This was her.

Not that he doubted himself, but it was nice to have practical confirmation beyond his instincts. And yet she was even more of an enigma now than she had been before. What sort of woman of gentle birth knew how to handle a weapon so effectively, or how to sneak up on a bespoke monster, for that matter?

“You know, typical convention would be to give me your name.” The woman’s voice bore a northern accent, further confirming her identity.

It sent a thrill up his spine.

Astarion chuckled coolly. “But where’s the fun in that?” He teased before conceding. “I suppose it is only proper, you’re right. You can call me Astarion.”

The woman pressed her dagger further against his skin. “Astarion. Tell me why you’ve been watching me or it’ll find a new home in your…very prominent…jugular.”

Astarion all but purred. “Cheeky thing, aren’t you?” He held his hands up innocently. “I assure you, I didn’t mean to cause alarm. You’ll find it rather silly when I tell you, I fear.”

His would-be assailant said nothing.

“It’s just that…I’ve attended hundreds of these things in my life, worn more of these ridiculous masks than I care to count. But I’ve never seen someone so stunningly singular in my life.”

He played the part of the aware and weary patriar perfectly, in his own humble estimation. It seemed to work well enough on her, judging by the fact that his neck still remained in tact.

“Funny. For being so singular, it sounds like you’ve said those words before.” She shot back.

At that, Astarion’s smile widened, now genuinely delighted. “Very good.” He lauded. “I’d dare say this isn’t your first soiree, either. Or your first time wielding that gorgeous blade.”

Slowly, the woman in the murine mask backed away from him, wary but allowing him a chance to earn her trust with the lowering of her dagger.

“I’m a magistrate on the High Council, so I’m afraid I’m rather too well-versed at using honey-speech.” He supplied, turning to face her with a polite bow. “Of course, I should have known it wouldn’t work on you. That was my mistake. I apologize.”

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said, presenting it as a plain and simple conclusion. “You seemed rather relieved when that man left you earlier.”

“My husband?” Her heavy sigh confirmed more of his suppositions about her and her situation. “No doubt sampling the other delights on offer. After all, we’re only in the city for one night, and it would be a shame to waste it.”

“And you?”

Her eyes lit up, some life restored in them as she studied him—surely trying to gauge his sincerity, or lack thereof. “Me?” She hid her incredulity behind a practiced, sauve tone.

“Surely he doesn’t expect you not to do the same?” Astarion raised an eyebrow. “With your looks, I’m sure you could have your pick of the litter. And I’m sure it’s no less than you deserve. Or him, for that matter.”

Those priceless eyes of hers widened, red-stained lips parting in the faintest betrayal of her surprise. Her cheeks, left exposed by her half-mask, revealed her reddened cheeks. She looked away quickly, clearing her throat, unable to meet her gaze.

“It would be more trouble than it’s worth.” She said at last.

Astarion would have laughed had her meaning not struck a chord in his motionless heart. “For him or you?”

Her lips pulled together, terse.

Ah.

He thought for a moment. He felt trapped, suddenly, stuck somewhere between the duty he knew he couldn’t avoid without certainty of retribution and the twinge of kinship he felt within the look on her face. He couldn’t pity her, because that would mean he pitied himself, that he was pitiable.

Decisively, he restored the cadence of their conversation. “It’s his loss.” Astarion told her. “I hope you realize that.”

She couldn’t help but look back to him again.

With a trained hand, Astarion brought his thumb to her chin, closing the distance between them. “Perhaps it’s for the best. Anyone you deigned to lavish attention upon tonight would still come second to you.” He lowered his voice, and he could tell by the glint in her eye that its song was almost hypnotic to her.

They were both starving animals, weren’t they? Their appetites may vary one to the other, but they were both nothing but beasts consumed by ravenously empty bellies.

“He has no idea how lucky he is.” Astarion said softly as he lowered his gaze down to her lips.

Her breath quivered when he teased them with his own, teasing him with its warmth.

His physicality was all mechanical. He knew just how to touch someone to electrify them, just as he knew how to look across a room and make someone feel superfluously special. This was where his worth lied, as his master so loved to remind him.

Constantly.

Oft accompanied with a lash or rod.

Before he could seal their kiss, and her fate, Astarion caught the sound of approaching footsteps. Before he could see their intruder, he pulled away from her, careful to preserve this woman’s honor, even if her life would remain in danger so long as she remained in his sights.

Astarion’s expression soured as his earlier assailant walked right back into his life.

“There you are, my beauty.” He crooned. “So sorry about the interruption earlier.” The man clapped his white-glows hands together, laughing shakily. “Where were we?”

“Nowhere.” Astarion bristled.

Astarion was used to grabby hands, but that didn’t mean he had grown to like their touch. Especially on the rare nights when they weren’t attached to a body he had to take back to his master. Those rarer nights brought him as close as he could get to fighting back.

And tonight, the only body required was the one next to his.

“I think he’d prefer it if you left.” The Neverwintian woman stood beside Astarion, resolute, even daring to step in front of him.

The man’s words slurred as he took advantage of her newly made distance to put himself between her and Astarion, waving her off before grabbing onto Astarion’s lapels. “Mind your business, pet. You’ll have your turn if you behave yourself.”

The next thing Astarion knew after turning about and trying to get the man off of him, his prey was becoming a predator once more.

The woman pushed her weight into the man, using his own miscalculation against him and sending him toppling from the balcony without hesitation. He fell to the garden below, bones snapping as the full weight of his frame hit the ground.

He didn’t have the chance to cry out before his faculties sent the message to his brain that he was, in fact, dead on impact.

Astarion couldn’t hide his shock before it spread across his face like paint splattered on a canvas, only recovering once he managed to gauge her own reaction. Like another layer of skin, hidden underneath the gilded peacock mask he wore, his trained façade slipped back into place.

“Oh, gods.” She covered her mouth with a glove hand, her complexion draining nearly to match his pallor.

“You killed him…” Astarion whispered, head snapping back in her direction once he confirmed the man’s state.

For me.

The words died on Astarion’s lips before his voice could give them life.

“I…I…” She shook her head.

She couldn’t say she didn’t mean to. She absolutely had. Gone was the confidence with which she had handled him. Now she wasn’t just some starving animal, she was also a frightened one.

“It’s alright. This will be our little secret.” He assured her, squeezing the hand she had been holding to her lips, trying to refocus her. “In fact, I’d say I owe you. One good turn deserves another, after all.”

The decision was made before he realized it. One made in a snap, on an instinct. But one he followed through on all the same as one planned out for months.

She wouldn’t be the first mark he had let get away. However, unlike the rest of them, she wasn’t from the city. She could get away, so long as she and her husband didn’t dally. His master couldn’t follow where she went, not without raising too much suspicion.

“Now, let’s go, shall we? Unsolved murders in Baldur’s Gate are a copper a dozen, but we won't remain free of suspicion if we linger here.”

Not to mention the fact that Petras would be coming to collect the body in no time, surely. He needed her seeing that and discovering his condition as much as he needed to take a walk in the light of day. Which was to say that neither one entailed anything good for him, though the latter was tempting when the shadows grew too dark and choking.

“It’s not often someone so inclines me to say it, but, thank you.” Astarion bade, still holding her hand as they approached the ballroom doors. “And if you’re ever back in the Gate, perhaps we could meet up for a bite?” He winked slyly.

His jest’s double meaning was lost on her, but it certainly made him smile. No matter how many times he used it.

If she was ever back in the city, no doubt she would quickly be on Cazador’s list again.

“I just killed someone.” She all but whispered, clearly still in the throes of shock.

“You just saved me from that man and his clearly unwanted intentions.” He pressed a kiss to her hand. “Let’s not dwell on the negatives, hm? Besides, he was clearly drunk. I���m sure the Fists will assume he was a victim of his own inebriation before they ever even think of foul play.”

“I…”

He quieted her. “Chin up. I suggest you find that husband of yours and tell him you’re not feeling well. Get out of here as soon as possible, yes?”

She just kept staring back down the hall.

Astarion tempered his bubbling annoyance. “Nod.” He coached.

Finally, she complied, slight as her nod was.

“That’s a girl. I’ll slip in once I know you’ve made your exit.” He let go of her hand at last. “I do so hope we’ll meet again, my lady.”

It was a pretty lie, once he allowed himself a moment to indulge in. He believed he would remember her beyond this night. It would be hard to forget her after such a stellar first impression, his noble murderess.

The woman studied him for a moment longer before pulling her fur wrap tighter around her shoulders, as if bundling up to brave the ballroom beyond the doors.

Later, when he made his own return, he knew his master’s displeasure immediately. Red eyes filled with cold hate the instant they set themselves upon his spawn. Astarion knew what awaited him upon their return to the Szarr ancestral home.

Somewhere, amidst the bloody haze of the beating that followed her exit from that night and his life, he realized he never got her name.

But at least the memory of her, lacking as it was in name, would linger on far after his master left him in another broken, beaten, and bloody mess of himself.

[hell-drabbles]

I been learning 19th centuries Literature so I can improve my writing even more 👉👈 Eldritch is so fun to wri6✍️- dyssey

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Behold the comedy of the mortality.

Pursing and vying against one to another in the reiterative it deems life. Peeking down at the peasant 's desultory. Once full of optimism and pursuit of understanding, now dissolved in shallowed, old and waste of life. All because of an endeavor they can't get pass without any narrative from their guts. Not once a god.

Fascination yet mundane.

FAILURE

FAILURE

FAILURE

FAIL𝘜𝘙𝘌FAIL𝘜𝘙𝘌

𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌

𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌

𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌

𝘍𝘈𝘐𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘍𝘈𝘐𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘍𝘈𝘐𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘍𝘈𝘐𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀

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𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀

𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀.

FAILURE.

You are all nothing but a sack of futile dreams and ambitions. Believing, waiting, yearning until your days end and becoming an additional feast for my unyielding hunger. You sin. You preach. You live. You die. You love. It's all the same to me. There is no such as Good nor Bad in 𝘮𝘺 palm.

Be still your breathing heart. Solomon. For your end has yet on my fork.

(Ahh, I remember that phase I had way back when, when all I wanted to do was emulate that specific writing style those old novels used to have. Those paragraph long sentences. Fun times. It's pretty fun exercise, especially if you're attempting to write in that Stream of Consciousness style. Now, let me stretch out my muscles and see if I still got it. While I have my doubts, all I can do is try, right?)

Pray tell me, how many years do you think you can afford to spend prattling at me, swallowing my every word until you've reached the end? Tell me, dear dear Solomon. Tell me, oh human who vies for my every little seed of knowledge.

...Ha. You'll be dust by then. Is that really the kind of fate you want? To shed off bits and bits of your humanity until there is nothing left? I heard stories from your homeland, of colorful, cautionary tales of what's to come when you're no longer human. That you'll hunted by the angels, that the earth will open up and swallow you right into the depths of hell with no hesitation. That even the sun will gaze upon you until your existence has been erased.

You will not know rest, dear dear Solomon. No matter how many years you may gain, understanding will always be far from your reach. You know this well. Understanding me means sentencing yourself away from the rest of your ilk, and I know well how isolation breaks a most fragile human mind.

...you find that much comfort in my presence, in just this small, grain-like part of me? You are speaking to a speck, Solomon. And I am speaking to something so, so much smaller.

How strange you are, Solomon. A true human, in every sense of the word.

And how fleeting you will be, Solomon, when I next blink, when I next sleep. If I so much as sigh, your little system will end just like that. If I move to stretch out my branches, you will all fall apart and end without even knowing it.

...no, dear dear Solomon. Mourning, lamenting when all has past, I don't do such things. Past, present, future, it does not matter to me to mourn or reminisce.

Solomon, my branches, my leaves, my fruits and seeds stretch across all. I cannot mourn what can never leave. Did you not dedicate your existence to me?

I am not human, Solomon. I am not confined to this shell you have made me. I do not dream, nor do I yearn. I hunger. For as long as I am, I will hunger. There will not be an end to it.

...Ha. That makes you happy, even when, as all things, you will become nourishment for me eventually?

How... human of you, Solomon. How delightfully and stupidly human of you.

Ascribe as much meaning to yourself as you like, dear dear Solomon. Whether you break, or grow, or even learn to hate and love, you will be a part of my branches eventually.

[wordsinhaled]

Unsent Letter from Dream of the Endless to Hob Gadling; c. June 1916

yes, dream's seal is a raven (is it jessamy? probably, and once he is free i imagine he doesn't seal his letters for a while); and his signature can be a rorschach test, of course. i'm plagued by the thought of this prescient letter, written just 3 days before dream is captured on june 10, 1916; the last letter to be preserved in the dreaming before his imprisonment; and all the numberless others that dream must have composed in his head while sitting in that cage for over a hundred years. he really should have sent this one.

(written with kwz warsaw dreaming on original crown mill laid paper)

click to see details!

other letters in this series

June 7, 1916

H—

Since my last letter made plain to me the true depth of my affection for you, I have endeavored to banish you from my thoughts. I have tried to return to some mockery of emotional asceticism, of the kind at which I pretended before you came into my life and turned all reason on its head.

It is the safe choice, the wise choice, the right choice for me to sever our attachment wholly and utterly.

Yet this would not be the first time I have been unwise, nor the first I would be proven gravely wrong.

Work at it as I might, Hob Gadling, I cannot rid myself of you.

You are ever in my mind, and constantly does my attention return to you. Were I to dream, it would be of being with you in the waking world, of knowing how it is you while away your smallest moments. I would know all the mundanities of your confounding, beautiful existence.

How do you take your tea, when you make it for yourself? And how would you prepare it for me?

To know humanity is to be overwhelmed by it. But I would succumb to the great tumult of knowing, if it meant you might concede to be mine, even for a moment.

I forget myself, my purpose, in loving you. You bring me nearer to mortality. And I choose it—this madness of spirit, this absence of logic—gladly, madly I choose it.

I presage no good will come of it. Universes have been rended by my folly; by my selfishness. Still, selfishly, I will not be parted from you. From your warmth; from your life; from your company.

Know that wherever I should go, you dwell always with me. That however much time might pass between our meetings, an infinity of happiness may be contained in a single second's time together—and it is these infinities which sustain me.

Know you have written yourself indelibly on a thousand scrolls of parchment in the wretched scriptorium that is my heart; you continue writing, and continue, and each day I hope for a new line.

—M

[madamlaydebug]

The Sirius Gateway July 4-8 ~

Every year during the first week of July, a sacred gateway of energy is activated between Earth and the star Sirius, bringing heightened vibrations and spiritual advancements.

This gateway of energy occurs as the Sun comes into conjunction with the star Sirius, which is located at 14 degrees of the tropical zodiac of Cancer.

As the Sun and Sirius conjunct from July 4-8, we are all able to access this high-frequency energy and use it for creative inspiration, entrepreneurial endeavors, technological innovations, and heightening our intuition.

Sirius has long been revered by many ancient cultures and is considered our Spiritual Sun.

Our Sun is considered the lifeline of this planet.

The Sun holds the energy of birth, warmth, sustenance, and light.

The Sun is what keeps us alive and present in this Earthly reality.

Sirius, which shines 23 times brighter than our own Sun, is our “Spiritual Sun,” and it helps to activate and shift us to higher levels of spiritual awareness.

If the Sun our Earth orbits warms our body, Sirius, way out in the depths of our galaxy, warms our soul.

Even though the star Sirius is so far from our planet, it seems to have an important place in the stories of many ancient cultures from all over the world.

In Ancient Egypt, Sirius was considered to be the star of the Goddess Isis, who rules over the cycles of death and rebirth, and Anubis, the jackal-headed God, who was able to walk between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

In ancient Shamanic cultures, Sirius was believed to be a portal to the Gods, and journeys taken through the Sirius Gateway were said to bring Divine messages.

It was also believed that Sirius was the portal to heaven, and was where our souls had to travel through in order to leave this realm and enter the next.

It seems that for many ancient cultures, Sirius aligns with the idea of spiritual awakening, and the inevitable cycles of transformation that occur as we make our way through this Earthly journey and beyond.

In modern astrology, Sirius also holds the vibration of freedom.

Its energy can help us to release limitations and feel free to express our true selves.

This energy of freedom can also act as inspiration, helping us to go out there and turn our goals and dreams into reality.

Sirius is also believed to be home to an alien race that possesses extremely advanced technological innovations and psychic abilities.

While there are many starseeds that already feel connected to Sirius, at the time of this gateway, it may become easier to receive messages from Sirian beings or perhaps remember past or parallel lives from Sirius.

All of this energy high-frequency energy makes the first week of July a highly potent time on Earth, where we can open and advance our spiritual awareness, receive messages from the Divine, and find a new freedom within ourselves and our lives.

It is also a time where we may find ourselves more open to connecting with higher beings, and honoring our own cycles of death and rebirth and how they have helped us to advance spiritually.

In order to receive this powerful spiritual energy in your own life, the first week of July would be the perfect time to meditate, activate your third eye, and to reach out to your spirit guides, guardian angels, or higher self for guidance.

It would also be the perfect time to do an aura cleanse and work on finding more freedom in your creative or entrepreneurial projects.

If you work in technology, you may feel extra supported with any innovations you may be working on or you may receive a sudden burst of inspiration.

Forever Conscious

Art: fultonhobbs

[curewhimsy]

This is old but it’s a bunch of vocal synths rapping to a Miitopia song

Disclaimer I am not from Miami

Lyrics:

Ame It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a triple whammy! The rap goddess is here and her name is Ame. Swimming in Miami, the East Coast is my alley Come on let’s share some candy! Be my mon amie!

Haku I’m Haku and I’ll be your friend forever! Let’s go on adventures in all sorts of weather. Perform feats of wonder and music endeavors. I’m brave by myself, but we’re braver together!

Miku You can call me Miku, Miku, oo-ee-oo I’m the number one princess, I’m telling you! Other divas have nothing on me, it’s true! But I still wanted nothing more than to see you!

Teto Come right up here and take a Despacito My name is Teto, and it’s not pronounced Tito! Come and eat some Cheetos, be my koibito! Roll up in a blanket like a burrito!

Joy Happiness! Bliss! Delight! I’m Joy! Always looking for fun things to enjoy. Music to dance to, friends to annoy I bounce and I sound like a squeaky toy

Uta What was the name of the flower you saw? Sorry to be mysterious, I’m just Uta. Not from Arkansas, not from Utah I use a machine gun, not a chainsaw.

Momo I’m the master of speed, for me this is slow-mo Everything’s peachy! It’s your girl Momo We’ll always live on, even if they say YOLO I kinda like Teto, and I mean that homo

Rie Winter is cold. Summer is hot. I am Rie. Denny’s parking spot. You liked my poem. Or perhaps you did not. Beanie Babies 8 assorted random bears lot.

Taya The flower I saw was a bunga raya, I’m dressed to the nines and my name is Taya! My trademark isn’t jambalaya I like strawberries along with papayas!

Ritsu Step right up and get ready for some Ritsu I may be small but don’t call me a shitzu! Call me a shitzu and I may just yeet you. Otherwise, it’s nice to meet you!

Ruko Better look up now, ‘cause I’m six foot five! My name is Ruko, I’m broadcasting live! The party doesn’t start until I arrive Now get me some coffee and then I will thrive!

Rhona Swimming up to the surface, I’m bona fide My name is Rhona. I like the tide. Through deep blue oceans I like to glide The waves in the sea are my personal ride

Nagisa I’m up on the moon and I ain’t even from NASA This bright star’s name is none other than Nagisa Come to mi casa, kick back and have pasta Whimsica Saga is awesome sauca!

Luana Yo ho ho and a can of Pepsi Who lives like a daredevil sailing the sea? Luana’s my name, you won’t forget me I’m not super fancy but I like me some tea.

Koto It may not be a plane, but if it’s a bird I’m here! My name is Koto, bird-watcher supreme! They tell me “be quiet,” but I like to scream! You shouldn’t let your memes be dreams!

[sunkissedchldrecon]

⚠️ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⚠️

this message keeps coming through and through with my deck recently. at first, i thought the message was just for me, but it's been so consistent (even within me doing totally seperate PACs) that i feel like it's a collective message for specific people of the public.

Signs this message may be for you:

venus in aries, saturn in sagittarius, heavy fire sign energy, pisces placements or heavy pisces/12H transits, sagittarius, heavy sagittarius/9H transits, new ideas, support, 5:43, 1:43, 11:11, midas touch

Shufflemancy: 

“Talkin’ Bout” by Saweetie, “Focus” by Ariana Grande, “Something About Him” by the School Gyrls, “Winter Things” by Ariana Grande, “Breaking Dawn” by The Boyz

“Get It Right” by Fantasia, “Satisfied” from Hamilton the Musical , “Triggered” by Jhene Aiko, “Pedi” by Baby Tate, “Best Part” by H.E.R

Cards: 

Seven of Coins, The Moon, Knight of Cups, The Hermit, The Magician, Ace of Coins, Four of Swords, Queen of Wands, King of Coins, King of Swords

Four of Wands, Six of Swords, Judgement, King of Coins, Four of Swords, Five of Cups, The Emperor, Ten of Wands (Rx), King of Swords

Reading: 

you likely have a project in the works. it may be a goal you’re working towards or a literal work project or something of the sort. you may feel as if the payout for all the work you’re doing is slow to come to fruition, and therefore you’re kind of slacking when it comes to how much work you’re putting in. you need to ask yourself: is this project worth what all i’m putting into it? is this really what you want to do? some enemies or hidden circumstances may keep you from trusting your intuition or following through with your original plans. if this project is something you truly want then GO FOR IT! go full out and put in all your effort. if you’re not putting in your all, are you even putting in at all? not really. 

from some of you, you’ve gone through this period of discovering yourself and your inner strength, and you may be surprised by what was discovered! i feel very happy for you, and you may feel those same emotions for yourself (which is deserved). the awakening you’ve gone through is exactly what you needed, and you were (are) supposed to take a lot from the discovery. the hope is that those gifts you discovered stay with you. 

despite your enemies’ presence, you should forge ahead and try to create relationships with others - specifically seeking out those who can help in your endeavors. think of people you can create a partnership with. who can you bring a business proposal to and get approval from? search for those people, but also remember to do some introspection. don’t think that you’re above any criticism whatsoever. be open to valid critiques! overall, have patience in this project and know that you can get whatever you want. you could be great at manifesting or come to this realization soon when it comes to business endeavors. your creativity and mind is so important to the workforce you’re thinking of, so don’t be afraid to share your ideas; that’s the only way to gain recognition, right? who can applaud you if no one knows what you’re thinking? once you gain inner faith, all your dreams will come true. 

while remembering to work hard and give your all when it comes to your actions, also remember to rest! work hard, play hard, rest hard! i feel like those who pick this pile may have more feminine energy or are stepping into said energy. this could go back to trusting your intuition more, becoming more creative, and also stepping into your self-confidence in an admirable, recognizable way - almost in a subtle way.

i feel like because of how hard you’ve been working, you may feel drained and less secure in yourself. it’s like you were on this high, but didn’t ever take time to rest and appreciate what all you were given when you were working so hard. it’s like part of this message is the warning and the other part is the outcome of not heeding it or receiving the message too late. you’re being told to step back and re-evaluate what all you’re doing. you need to use proper judgment to balance out your life between work and pleasure. you also need to be appreciative of what you’ve been given. your hard work is paid off, but it needs to be maintained in a safe, healthy way in order for you to keep going realistically. 

your boss or someone in power may see how much you’re struggling and wants to lift some of the burden off of you, but it’s also a matter of being realistic in the work force and knowing that your lack of work leads to someone else having to work harder. they may tell you to take a vacation or small breaks in between heavy work. alternatively, for some of you, someone is seeing your lack of enthusiasm and tiredness and feeding off of it. they may be trying to make you feel worse or point out your tiredness to your boss. they may be trying to keep you from getting a promotion.

the overarching theme of this reading is to tell you to work hard and trust in yourself while also remembering to rest and have confidence in yourself. you have the midas touch. anything you want is yours. you need to balance your priorities and utilize judgment to keep working in a realistic, healthy way that still allows you to achieve what you want. again, you have the midas touch, but you need to hone in how you use it.