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justagirlswrld · 2 months ago

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So wrong

a/n: accidentally deleted🫤. was gonna scrap this but @tiramissyoucake dilf!omni mark blurb gave me the motivation to finish it. (link here if you’d like to read it) feed back welcomed!

summary: if sneaking around with nolan is wrong why does it feel so right?

warning: porn w plot. slight breeding kink? cheating. age gap(reader in 20s, omni man is old asf). unprotected p in v. forgive me if it’s ooc but we need some omni man fics.

The first time you’d fucked Mr.Grayson- Nolan (it felt too weird to call him that now) was an accident.

You were driving home from a terrible date, ranting to yourself about how the guy was an asshole and how (sexually) frustrated you were when your car decided to break down. You hit the steering wheel in anger when you realized you were in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t afford a tow. You cursed yourself for going to an out of state college as you scrolled past your parent’s number on your phone.

You did the sensible thing and called your best friend, Mark. Your face dropped when his phone went to voicemail before quickly deciding to call Mrs.Grayson to make sure Mark wasn’t with his girlfriend or saving the world. It ended up being the latter but she’d reassured you that she’d send Nolan.

You should’ve just payed for the tow.

“Thank you so much, Mr.Grayson. I’m sorry for making you come out so late.” You greet him when he arrives, pulling your short skirt down out of respect. The action seemed to have the opposite effect as his smoldering gaze flicks to your barely covered skin then back to yours, running a hand through his bed head before flashing a breath taking smile.“Couldn’t leave a pretty thing like you stranded.”

To your surprise the comment had you turning from him to a hide a blush, confusion written on your features. The words echoed in your mind and you couldn’t help but admire the man as he tinkered with your vehicle, the way his shirt sleeves had to stretch to accommodate his biceps and how good his butt looked in grey sweat pants. Had Mr.Grayson always been this hot? The question rung in your head, You weren’t even sure hot was the right word, more like a silver fox.

You’d never thought of Nolan in a romantic way until that night. He’d always just been your best friend’s dad, totally off limits and old but as you watched him begin to jump your car you couldn’t help but to imagine it being your bones instead. These new feelings confused and kind of grossed you out but the lust wins over the adverse feelings, You didn’t shy away the next time his heated gaze turned to you- you’d never admit it but you sent one just as steamy back.

You’d stood by your drivers door as you prepared to say good bye to Nolan, a smile on your face to hide the nervousness you felt when he looked at you with his cerulean eyes. “Thank you again. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” He’d approached you then, slowly, like a lion not trying to scare off a gazelle. Before you knew it you two were chest to chest, his hulking frame looming over yours. Your breath hitched when you realized his proximity had you pressed against the car, the cold door a contrast from his breath warming your skin.

He’d placed a strong hand against the driver door to make sure he had you efficiently trapped, you’d learn later that Nolan loved to make you feel and look small, not that it took much. He’d looked down at you through dark lashes, a smirk fighting its way through his thick mustache,”Where are you running off to?”

Somehow, against your better judgment, you two ended up in the back seat of your car a moment later. You with your knees digging into the leather of the seats as you sunk onto Nolan, your soft hands using his brawny chest for purchase as he gripped the fat of your ass hard enough to cause bruises. You thanked whoever invented tinted windows as the car rocked on the side of the desolate road.

It was meant to be a one time thing, a mistake. A dirty secret that you’d both act like never happened. So, you were very surprised when Nolan called your phone the next day, words raspy and breathless as he tells you how he couldn’t stop thinking about your body writhing on top of his.

His honeyed voice had you squeezing your thighs together but a pool of shame made your stomach turn. “Nolan, we can’t-“ You’re not sure why you’re trying to explain something he was already aware of, so you’re unsurprised when he cuts you off. “You ever been to Italy?” Nolan crackles through the speaker of your phone, “I know a beautiful hotel there.”

You force yourself not to think of his chiseled abs and square jaw as you try to have a little dignity and remind him of his family, of your best friend. He takes your mention of them completely wrong or maybe he just doesn’t care, “It’s fine. They think i’m in space already, we’ve got all day.”

Your finger hovers over the red ‘end call’ button as you purse your lips.

Ultimately you can’t resist his temptation and you’re flying high in the sky, wrapped in his strong arms thirty minutes later.

A day turned to days then to months and the thing you kept telling yourself was a one time occurrence bloomed into something so much more, an actual affair. You hated calling it that- an affair, it made what you and Nolan were doing too…real. But with all the secret rendezvous there wasn’t a better way to describe it.

You knew sneaking around with Nolan was wrong. More than wrong, so unforgivable you couldn’t stand looking in the mirror after he made you shudder and cum on his cock. But..there was something about him that kept pulling you back for more.

Even though it made you feel shameful…dirty at times, like there was a neon sign that said home wrecker flashing above your head. You felt a mountain of guilt whenever you were with Mark, smiled in Debbie’s face or simply even thought about the Grayson family…especially when you thought about the irrevocable damage you were causing to it.

With these emotions swirling around in your head you decided to end….whatever you had going on with Nolan. When he asked you to meet last night you decided to just drop the news on him, you figured it was like ripping off a bandaid.

There was no fake small talk and absolutely no sex, you knew if he got his beefy hands on you you’d probably be ensnared in his trap once again. You didn’t even let him pass the threshold of your apartment as you broke things off with him. Nolan had taken it pretty well, his blue eyes and calm demeanor not betraying any emotions. Not that you expected anything different. It was just sex, the only feeling involved was pleasure.

“Can I come in one last time? I have to leave for a mission tonight. Not sure when i’ll be back.” He’d propositioned, nodding with a small smile when you sternly shook your head no. You were sure he thought you’d change your mind and fall in bed with him (not that you didn’t want to).

When the conversation was finally over and you were watching Nolan’s hulking frame retreat down the hall it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And with Nolan being out of your life and off the planet you didn’t blow off Mark when he invited you to dinner with his mom and Eve a the next day.

When you walk into the Grayson’s home, bottle of sweet red wine in hand, your smile fades and it feels like you’ve been dunked in ice water when your eyes met the azure pair staring at you from his place on the living room couch. His strong bicep around his wife’s neck as she waves you inside with a smile.

You pick your jaw up from the floor, quickly smiling to hide your flabbergasted state before greeting Mark’s parents. You feel wrong as you hug Debbie, you and her husband eyeing each other during the entire exchange. “ I haven’t seen you in so long! Nolan and I miss you around the house.” You felt like you might throw up in the poor woman’s face but you manage to swallow it down and smile uncomfortably in return.

You discard the wine onto the counter before taking the stairs two at a time to get to Mark’s room and away from his father’s unwavering stare. You couldn’t believe he was here (even if it was his house), as you walk down the hall you couldn’t help but think about the mischievous glint in his eyes.

You knock loudly and wait a moment before announcing yourself, pushing the wooden door open with your eyes closed as the sound of frantic shuffling meets your ears. You’d walked in on Eve and Mark before and once was good enough. “We’re decent, you can open your eyes!” Mark says from his place on the bed, his chest is heaving and his lips are red and raw from what you assume was kissing and it takes everything in you not to gag.

“Ew-but hey, Eve.” The red head greets you cheerfully as you sit at Mark’s desk before spinning around to meet her evergreen eyes, “Could you help me with my physics homework? It’s killing me.” As Eve tutors you your thoughts can’t help but wonder to places they shouldn’t, mainly to why Nolan had lied about going to space. You wondered if he’d been lying to you as well as his family these past couple of months.

“…Oh yeah- I thought your dad had a work thing?” You ask Mark as nonchalantly as possible once you and Eve finish, keeping your eyes on the text book you were stuffing into your bag. “He did. Said he had to take care of some stuff here.” He shrugs but never turns away from the half dressed characters fighting on the TV screen.

A hour later you’re in the kitchen getting some water, the smell of whatever Debbie was cooking wafting to your nose. You’re going to peek in the oven when the sound of a booming voice has you jumping out your shoes. The sound sends a shiver down your spine- you know that voice too well and you’re not surprised when you turn around and you’re met with Nolan, leaning against the kitchen island and unabashedly taking in your form.

“Did I catch you being naughty?” His tone is playful but his is gaze stern.

“Leave me alone, Nolan.” You set the glass of water down to place a hand on the counter, pouting your lips despite his words causing your heart to speed up. “I think I like Mr.Grayson better.” You scoff before rolling your eyes and crossing your arms defensively.

He goes to speak again but you cut him off quickly, “Why are you here?” You ask in a hushed whisper. A thick eyebrow raises and a smirk tugs at his full lips, “I live here.” Nolan says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No- you know what I mean. You said you’d be gone.” He pushes off the island before stalking over to you, you back away from his steps until your butt hits the warm stove.

Nolan’s breath is minty as he licks and nips the perspiring skin on your neck, his dark mustache scratching against the soft skin as your eyes dance between the stairs and the man in front of you.

His chest is against yours, you instantly mold against him. You’re like putty in his hands, if you weren’t so turned it’d be scary. This is a turn of events you definitely weren’t expecting and Nolan uses your shock to take the opportunity to push his large hand down the front of your yoga pants. Your breathing turning uneven as Nolan starts to pet you through the lace material of your panties.

“Wore these for me?” He says in a husky whisper. You want to tell him he’s delusional but with the way his lips tickle your ear and his free hand gropes your breast over your shirt, you have to harshly grip his bicep (the same bicep that was around his wife a moment ago) to steady yourself.

Your hand tugs on the wrist in your pants but he doesn’t budge. “You said you wouldn’t be here.” Your words are soft as you look up at him with a slight pout on your full lips, desire pooling in your stomach when you see how glazed over his eyes are.

“You stopped answering my calls so I didn’t go.” You want to argue, you’ve told him a thousand times not to prioritize you over the world but your breath hitches instead, his fingers dragging across your slick lips as he pulls your panties to the side.

You almost snap out of your stupor when your eyes meet Mark’s- not the actual Mark but his happy, brown eyes in the family portrait on the counter not too far from you. Nolan notices when you begin drifting from him, he removes his hand from your breast and callously knocks the picture over on its face.

It lands loudly and for a moment time seems to stop and you swear someone’s going to come flying down the stairs. Luckily for you everyone is too preoccupied. Not that Nolan cared, his free hand creeping under your shirt to fondle your breasts again.

It’s like you gained super senses. Able to feel every touch Nolan was giving to you, able to hear every bump or noise coming from upstairs. “W-we talked about this yesterday.” Your fingers finding the tail of Nolan’s shirt when he sinks his thick fingers into your warm cunt. He groans as you squeeze around him, the sound making your toes curl in your shoes.

“No, you talked and I listened.” His pace is slow, tantalizing, like he had all time in the world and no one could walk in and ruin the moment at anytime. The way his callused palm grinds into your clit has you fighting to keep your eyes open and you curse your weak resolve as your hips grind back.

“Tonight it’s my turn-“ The sound of Eve’s laughter has you trying to squirm out of his hold but his strong body has you trapped against the oven, his hard cock straining against the material of his jeans as he lightly grinds into you.

Nolan’s hand leaves your shirt to turn your head to meet his heavy stare. His hold is wet with your slick and his eyes bear into yours as he makes his demands, “Tell me i’ll see you tonight.”

You wanted to say no, to stand on your word as a better woman would. But when the hand on your jaw drops lower to squeeze your neck and the fingers between your thighs drag across a particularly satisfying spot, one that has you biting your lip to keep from crying out, you’re nodding before you can stop yourself. A smile lights Nolan’s face before he plants a big kiss on your lips, when he pulls away he thumbs your glistening cheek.

He hears Mark’s light steps before they can reach your human ears and he’s sitting on the couch watching TV before you can blink. You only have time to wipe your chin and straighten your shirt before he’s down the stairs, boyish grin on his face. Your heart is hammering in your chest, when Mark looks at you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice the tint on your cheeks or your slightly frizzled hair.

His eye brows pull together in confusion and his voice is hard when he finally speaks, “Isn’t the food supposed to be done by now?”

“You’ve lost your mind.” Nolan’s standing in the middle of your living room late that night, clad in his red and white suit. He has the nerve to look confused like he hadn’t suggested the most outrageous thing you’d ever heard. “What?! It’s not uncommon for Viltrumites to take more than one partner.”

You look at him incredulously after pinching the bridge of your nose, “We are on Earth not Viltrum. Besides you’ve been married to Debbie for twenty years. She’ll kill you and me.” You huff as you flop on your worn couch. This was too much for you to process. You assumed Nolan had come over just to get his dick wet but now he’s talking about feelings you didn’t know existed- and marriage?!

“She’ll come around.” Nolan says in a matter of fact tone as he sits down beside you, taking your feet in his lap to massage them with his gloved hand. You don’t try to stop him, figuring you deserved it after the crazy ass proposal he dropped on you. “This is the Viltrumite way, she’ll have to see sense -“ Your loud sigh cuts off whatever nonsense he was going to say.

You pull your feet from him now, folding them so you can sit on them instead. You take Nolan’s large hands in yours and try to look deep in his eyes, hoping that it’ll help him see reason. “Nolan, I can’t marry you. That would destroy Mark and Debbie.” His grip tightens around yours but it isn’t painful, “I didn’t even know you felt this way about me….but you can’t- it’s too far. I thought we were just fucking.”

Nolan pulls a hand from yours to glide it through his greying hair, “…I didn’t know I felt this way either…then you broke things off.” His lips move like he wants to keep speaking but he doesn’t elaborate, he looks up at you through dark lashes, “No, marriage- okay. But we can keep..seeing each other?” Your lips form a straight line in frustration, it’s like everything you said went through one ear and out the next.

“It’s like you aren’t hearing me, Nolan. We can’t keep doing…this. Especially now.” You shake your head, trying to physically rid your mind of the fact that Nolan had just confessed his feelings for you. You didn’t even want to think about if you felt the same, even if you did the feelings would be shoved to the deepest, darkest pit in your brain.

“I can’t ruin your family.” Nolan huffs, like you’d said something so frivolous he can’t believe it. “Y/N…we already have.” Despite the scowl on your face he continues, “What would be the point in stopping now? Debbie is strong- so is Mark they’ll-“ You cut him off again before he goes too deep into his ramblings.

He watches as you slam your fist into the cushions on the couch, he almost smiles at your attempt to put your foot down. “Nolan! The answer is no- I can’t live with this-this guilt hanging over my me.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment but his face displays the internal turmoil Nolan must be going through. He starts that silent nodding thing and you think he might do something crazy until he starts to speak weakly.

“Can I taste you one more time?” You gulp audibly. The word no is on your tongue, it almost passes your lip until Nolan begins drawing circles on your knee with his thumb, something he’d usually save for after sex.

Somehow Nolan ends up on his knees on your carpeted floor, you didn’t bother moving to the bedroom, too focused on the man staring up at you as he pulls off your lounge shorts and panties.

“Just one lick.” It’s almost inaudible but Nolan was going to pretend he didn’t hear you anyway. He grabs a throw pillow to stuff under his head before waving you over to sit on his handsome face. You’re hesitant, biting your nail to calm your nerves like you haven’t been in this position one hundred times.

The sound of your name brings you back to reality, the way it sounds coming from between Nolan’s lips has your body flushing. You comply and move yourself over to his awaiting mouth, knees digging into the carpet. He licks his lips before he pulls you the rest of the way down by your hips.

Nolan is sloppy when he eats pussy. His nose bumping into your clit with every hard lick over your folds, before his tongue takes its place, gently flicking against the swollen bud. His eyes are closed, long lashes resting on his cheek bones, he seems relaxed while you’re already a moaning mess on top of him. You grab his inky locks as you move against his tongue, he moans as he grabs your hips tighter to assist you, rocking you slowly back and forth as he fucks you with his tongue.

Your painted toes curl when his soft lips wrap around your swollen clit and harshly suck. His name leaves your mouth in a gasp, hips bucking as a large hands moves from your hips to squeeze your ass, then creep up your stomach to rub your hardened nipples.

You can’t help but watch the show below you with lidded eyes. Nolan’s cheeks are dusted pink, his eyelids just as heavy as yours. Your thighs shudder around his legs as you feel your release approaching, “Fu-fuck, i’m gonna cum.” Nolan doesn’t let up and after a well timed flick of his tongue on your clit, you’re whimpering from the white-hot pleasure that surges through you. Nolan continues to lick and suck through your orgasm and doesn’t stop until you’ve pried him away by his mussed hair.

You’re unsurprised when you’re bent over the arm of your couch with Nolan’s hand tangled in your hair. Nolan’s thrown out everything you’d said before. He’s bending down to whisper in your ear, voice hitching as he tells you you’ll make such a pretty wife, how beautiful you’ll look once you’re round with his babies. Your brains so foggy from the tip of his cock hitting the spongy spot deep within you over and over again, that you can’t do anything but moan and babble nonsense.

His thick cock drags against your contracting walls as he watches himself push in and out of you, toes curling into the carpet when he notices the creamy white ring around himself. The squelch of your arousal and your melding moans can be heard over the TV and you’re sure you’re going to get complaints about it in the morning.

Nolan’s hand leaves your hair to smack your cheek, the skin already red from the previous abuse on your plump ass. You shudder as he begins leaving open mouth kisses on your back. “Pussys so wet…” It sounds like he’s talking to himself more than to you but you can’t help to whimper in response. “I could fuck you all day.” His speech is slurred as he pistons into you, one foot leaving the carpet to find its place beside you on the arm rest.

His hand leaves your neck as he fucks you into the couch, moving to spread your ass and lips open as he begins thrusting in an upward angle. You cum around him with a cry, hands fisting the pillows thrown haphazardly on the couch as you spasm around his cock.

Nolan pulls himself from you with a light groan, when you look over your shoulders you see he’s still rock hard, covered in your slick and his precum. You don’t have time to think before he’s grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder, you whine and he shushes you before palming your bare ass.

He kicks open your bedroom door like he owns the place before throwing you onto your unmade bed. You bite your lip as he crawls between your legs, kissing you from your feet to your thighs before pushing your legs back as far as they can go.

You’re sore when he sinks back into your heat but that doesn’t stop the pleasure from curling in your gut. Nolan lubes his thumb with the slick from your gushing cunt before he begins rubbing hard circles on your clit.

“You’re mine.” His voice is raspy but you hear his words perfectly. You whimper in response, you’re so far gone you can’t decipher whether if it’s in agreeance or disapproval but it’s enough for Nolan who drops his head into your neck, his hips never stilling.

Nolan’s sweaty body engulfs yours, your hard nipples rub against his chest as your hand finds its place in the pepper strands of his hair. When he raises his head and kisses you it’s sweet, a contradiction from the way his hips slam into your pelvis.

As you wrap your legs around Nolan’s thick waist you can’t help but to think that being a second wife can’t be too bad.

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contemplatingoutlander · 1 month ago

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"When citizens must think twice about criticizing or opposing the government because they could credibly face government retribution, they no longer live in a full democracy."

—Steven Levitsky, Lucan Way and Daniel Ziblatt

The three political scientists who wrote this opinion column maintain that we in the U.S. have already pretty much lost our democracy because Trump has been turning our nation into a "competitive autocracy."

I encourage people to read the entire column. The concept of "competitive autocracy" offers perhaps the best explanation I have heard of what is happening under the Trump administration. This is a gift 🎁 link, so there is no paywall. Below are some excerpts.

How will Americans know when we have lost our democracy?

Authoritarianism is harder to recognize than it used to be. Most 21st-century autocrats are elected. Rather than violently suppress opposition like Castro or Pinochet, today’s autocrats convert public institutions into political weapons, using law enforcement, tax and regulatory agencies to punish opponents and bully the media and civil society onto the sidelines. We call this competitive authoritarianism — a system in which parties compete in elections but the systematic abuse of an incumbent’s power tilts the playing field against the opposition. It is how autocrats rule in contemporary Hungary, India, Serbia and Turkey and how Hugo Chávez ruled in Venezuela. [...] How, then, can we tell whether America has crossed the line into authoritarianism? We propose a simple metric: the cost of opposing the government. In democracies, citizens are not punished for peacefully opposing those in power. They need not worry about publishing critical opinions, supporting opposition candidates or engaging in peaceful protest because they know they will not suffer retribution from the government. In fact, the idea of legitimate opposition — that all citizens have a right to criticize, organize opposition to and seek to remove the government through elections — is a foundational principle of democracy.

Under authoritarianism, by contrast, opposition comes with a price. Citizens and organizations that run afoul of the government become targets of a range of punitive measures: Politicians may be investigated and prosecuted on baseless or petty charges, media outlets may be hit with frivolous defamation suits or adverse regulatory rulings, businesses may face tax audits or be denied critical contracts or licenses, universities and other civic institutions may lose essential funding or tax-exempt status, and journalists, activists and other critics may be harassed, threatened or physically attacked by government supporters.

When citizens must think twice about criticizing or opposing the government because they could credibly face government retribution, they no longer live in a full democracy.

By that measure, America has crossed the line into competitive authoritarianism. The Trump administration’s weaponization of government agencies and flurry of punitive actions against critics has raised the cost of opposition for a wide range of Americans.

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#competitive authoritarianism #trump administration #democracy #“the us has crossed the line into competitive authoritarianism”#free speech #republicans #the new york times #steven levitsky #lucan way #daniel ziblatt #gift link

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allthecanadianpolitics · 5 months ago

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I was watching a video about PP discussing his thoughts on some of the stuff going on in the states right now, and he seemed very adverse to discussing anything about gender. he obviously is transphobic based on his refusal to acknowledge trans issues and the existence of nonbinary identities, however he also mentioned 'minding his own buisiness'- meaning he seemed to recognize that it wasn't his place to tell us who we are and what to do. I'm not very well versed in politics (trying my best to improve haha), so in your opinion do you think it's likely he'll honour that and not mess with us trans folks and our rights or our ability to change our ID and stuff if he gets elected? or do you think he's blowing smoke out his ass for the camera and I'm coping by hoping he'll just ignore us and we can fly under the radar 😭

Pierre Poilievre is 100% a Transphobe, and I severely doubt that he'll do nothing to harm Trans folks, when he's said over and over and over again that he supports Transphobic policies:

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rose-maidenn · 7 months ago

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Nakshatras and their Shakti pt 2

Read part 1 here

What is shakti ?

Shakti translates to power in english , in the abode of stars each nakshatra is a blessed with a power that's inherent to them , the power in this sector can be channeled as a divine guiding force for a beautiful fruitful life . Check for your moon , sun , asc and your Atmakraka ( planet in the highest degree ) .

Please discern while taking info take what resonates only . Likes , reblogs, comments and feedbacks are really appreciated I would love to know about your experiences 💙

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Magha

Tyaga shepani shakti

This shakti grants the natives amazing ability of lucid dreaming, and dwelling in the astral , in other words they're good at seeing things from various perspectives. This shakti allows them to set commandments towards their life and the people around them governing their actions thoughts and beliefs. This is the shakti of subtle control through the very opposite detachment.

Purva phalguni

Prajanana shakti

The power to balance the opposites or work with the masculine as well as feminine energies . They can easily play a role in bringing people together and themselves play both sides . Even in the most adverse situation this shakti allows for peace to be settled between people , situations and heres to having everything because when you balance things you choose everything.

Uttara phalguni

Chayani shakti

Prosperity through union , now the union maybe in case of family , spouse , business etc . Chayani shakti is a type of shakti that only gets better with the embodiment of it , one can marry rich but this shakti allows the maintainance of richness . Apart from matters of money they also attract love and the people they desire quite easily . They're generally born in rich families or make wealth quite early .

Hasta

Hasta sthapaniyaagama shakti

The shakti to gain objects that one desires now this shakti dwells very much on the physical plane it's like "I want it I got it" , the shakti allows the native to be the sun (savitur) and shine on the objects that they desire and the objects like the moon(ruling planet ) are the moth to their flame get attracted very easily. This shakti can be very much related to the abode of frequency work .

Chitra

Punyachayani Shakti

The shakti to accumulate praise or merit in ones work, this shakti serves the native as the people with this nakshtra are very praised for everything they do and they get recognition, people with this shakti are known , in a good way or a bad way, what makes them shine even brighter is when they're true to their intentions and feeling no matter how foreign that is . This shakti makes one gain honour through authenticity and uniqueness in their work and creation .

Swati

Pradhvamsa Shakti

This shakti gives the native the power to dissolve or change forms , this makes the native talented in many fields they're potent in working with many different kinds of people exploring many different arenas of life and living . They leave their marks on many people not In a grand way but in a small but strong way . For example you say a sentence to motivate someone and they remember it for the rest of their lives. This shakti of transformation also let's the natives rebuilt themselves and destroy themselves really easily.

Vishakha

Vyapana Shakti

This shakti is about bhog (enjoyment of what one has gained ) a lot of people know how to gain things but not everyone knows how to truly enjoy things but Vyapana shakti allows one to truly enjoy things and as the vibrating of enjoyment is one with the vibration of manifesting more this shakti bestows the native the power to gain more simply by being extremely grateful and happy about what they already have.

Anuradha

Radhana Shakti

This shakti makes the native extremely dedicated, virtuous and a great worshipper . They gain through worship of what they devote to be it God's, universe or their art . When devotional to God's and Godesses they can easily embody the energy of The God's and create what they desire through the blessings and be known for it one example can be in the case of Mirabai. If they're dedicated to their work or art they gain success and honour through unwavering dedication.

Jyestha

Arohana shakti

To rise and to conquer , Arohana shakti makes the native really resilient and they take the right steps to reach what they want , they know what to choose what to ignore what to win and what to lose, this is one of the shakti that will make people change places and fates and rise above all . One example of this shakti is that a lot of jyestha natives gain a lot through social climbing and also gaining and excelling various skills .

That's all if you want a part 3 make sure you like and reblog loves it helps me a lot 😌🩷

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explorastro · 6 months ago

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New Year Astro Observations Special Sun

Sun conjunct Venus people tends to be quite good artistically speaking, theirs arts are a soul purpose, they are the muse of so much people. The desire for justice and collective unity can leading the individual to changing his life for embracing his personal values.

Sun in aspect to Uranus will have adversities in their lives that they won't see coming or will be in situations where they'll be an unexpected adversary. This person is so unique that it can become a meme like Freud. Eccentricity is a way of standing out from the crowd.

Sun in 12H are not only a loner at some periods of their life, they can also have hospital stays but their bad luck surrounding the health, socialization, it’s compensated by their spiritual maturity and intelligence, they can products the most avant garde things by their isolation.

Water signs Sun can have the deepest, most emotionally intense look. The Sun represents eyes bc without its light we can’t see anything imo. Their possible psychological issues for communicating their feelings are a door to studying psychology.

Sun opposite Pluto in transit is a tough moment for the native, the deep transformative journeys in underworlds of subconscious are here for teaching a lesson : the calm is a power that can be used against you, obsessions for your opps aren’t the solution at your owns problems.

Sun in 10H is a main character placement, that leads to position of superiority, authority. Can breaking records or be exposed publicly, reputation highly impacted.

Sun in aspect to the Moon : embodies the shadow/light duality, dramatic asf. Emotions and intuition are a big part of the ego, creativity boosted at home, large family placement.

Sun square Mars are possible victims of abuse from their parents or eldest close people, their individuality can be too agressive or assertive for this reason. Be gentle with them.

Sun in aspect to Chiron can also are victims of abuse for close people around them, and in consequences be hurtful, the healing come from independence, therapy and psychology. Religion and spirituality are a main subject for the native, the centaur’s myth leads to this world.

Sun in 5H can have a father who is passionate by music, is musician. Theirs childlike nature are a bless for everyone, They're good at a lot of things, genius placement.

Pisces Sun are the most empathetic person in the room, room that they can reading more easily than anyone, their empathetic nature is a bless and curse at the same time.

The Sun rejoices in 9H because a lot of religion symbolizes theirs God by the Sun like hebrews and christians.

Sun falls in Libra because people pleasing tames our soul, restrains it to socialization and relationships. But positively that’s a social justice warrior archetype, defending the rights of discriminated is a huge reason to live this placement.

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 2 months ago

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Rage

Daemon x wife reader

Summary: What happens when Daemon’s wife explodes in front of everyone?

Author’s note: hello everyone, it has been several months since I wrote such a long text in such a short time. I reread the first time to correct as many mistakes as possible.

Part 2 will come soon

Tag : @avalyaaa @dc-marvel-girl96

N/h is noble house

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

Whenever it would be at the wedding day, when Daemon looked at her with disdain, or the non-existent wedding night, during which, it was a returning guard from the city who, out of pity, confessed to her that the prince was in one of the most famous brothels and insulted her copiously with all possible words. Daemon showed only disdain towards y/n, and in all this, y/n was alone.

Alone, facing a husband who did not want her and a beautiful family that seemed more tolerating than accepting her in the royal family. Between Viserys who always made excuses for Daemon or mocked the situation, pregnant Aemma that have tried to reassure y/n even if deep down, she knowed that Daemon would not change. Rhaenys who on rare visit, did not even seem to see her. Y/n felt alone, if only the mocking came only from that side. The visiting nobles liked to make fun of her clothes, which were not the latest fashion in Westeros, but represented her kingdom. Y/n hated all the nobles, except the Starks, whom she had never met.

In all this hatred, the most came from the "pimbêche". Noble lady's who took themselves superior while they were pitiful and contemptuous.

Oh and Otto Hightower, how can we forget? Otto dreamed of seeing the marriage of Daemon and Y/n explode, that Daemon is stuck in the kingdom of Y/n and that he can never come back to Westeros. Y/n could understand Otto’s hatred of Daemon, but she didn’t give Otto a spanking, preferring not to become a pawn in the gloomy game taking place on Westeros. The Daemon case being more than enough to give her headaches.

Despite the adversity, y/n remained smiling in front of others, keeping a good figure, at home it was polite to smile softly, which she spanked at all times, even when she dreamed of throwing Daemon from the ramparts of King’s Landing, when she looked away was not due to her shyness, oh no, this technique allowed her not to cast dark glances at the many courtiers.

She could not say how, she was able to keep so calm during the years that followed. Rejected by the nobles, forced to stay in the castle, not to meet Daemon in the streets of the city. Alone against all.

5 years, it took 5 long years...

This day haved to be a day of celebration for whatever reason Viserys found good.

In the morning, the servants of Y/ n had helped her to prepare, her dress was made of a gold thread woven self, allowed to be both light and show the richness of its origins. Whether it was her accessories or the style of her hair. Everything reminded her of her home, her family, because here. That was all she had left.

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The atmosphere was heavy, Y/n standing with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the show before her eyes.

Daemon a glass of wine in hand, whispered in the hollow ear of a blushing servant.

Viserys spoking with Lord Corlys, or rather, talked about everything and nothing so, as not to leave Corlys talking of the problems of the kingdom.

Aemma stood beside a very young Rhaenyra, a septa not far from them. Several lords looked at y/n with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Their wives had gathered in a pack of chatterboxes, barely discreet.

"Did you see her outfit?"

"She must think that Daemon will see her."

"Or a guard..."

"She look like a slut..."

"A wild one..."

"All of them are savages."

That someone insulted her was one thing. Daemon liked to call her "My little wildling" while smiling sneakily and with a mocking voice, but that someone dares to insult her people was the breaking point.

No one could have known which was the quickest, between the glass of wine throwing at Lady Lannister or the scream of Y/n.

"Don’t insult my people, you scoundrel!"

All the people present were silent on the shots, looking in the direction of Y/n, under the shock.

"You think yourself superior to me, my people and even yours when you are just a good snake, only good at to bear children. Children who are not of your husband." Lady Lannister blushed, trying to answer but was prevented. " Oh don’t play the innocent, everyone knows you like to copulate with your husband’s guards."

Y/n pointed finger lady n/h.

"And you. You dare to make fun of my outfits while yours are made fun of by your so-called friends behind your back." One tried to escape. " Don’t move! You think you’re trying to run away?! Oh no, not today. You think yourself so superior when you know nothing about my kingdom, and how dangerous it is for Westeros."

All the nobles were put back in their places, before Y/n moved towards the Targaryen.

"Oh, you think you’re out of reach?" Y/n laughs falsely. "Viserys. King of the trash. You play deaf and blind. Not wanting to listen to the problems of your kingdom. How do you want to reign when you are not even able to put back in place your own brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your reign ended in war."

Although Daemon did not like someone to attack his brother, he could not be against the facts. When the eyes filled with rage and hatred of y/n landed on him, he was taken with a shiver, his pants begin to seem a little small. So... this was the true nature of his wife.

"And you! Dear husband. You are the worst of all. You are a pig packing in noble fabrics. Unable to consume your own marriage, unable to talk with your own wife! Unable to show an ounce of curiosity! How can you ascend to the throne when you are no better than the most disgusting of the people in this city?!"

And so it was that the beginning, all the worst actions of Daemon were brought to light, indicating that y/n knew everything.

"Today you will behave like the husband who is destined for me." She pointed towards a door leading to the many corridors of the castle. " My chamber. Now."

She did not raise her voice, and under the surprise of all, Daemon began to walk quickly in the direction of command.

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