#Angular skills

[reanimationstation]

just wanted to play around with a few sammy designs, toeing the line of canon compliant

[saveadancejustforyou]

One thing about it is a lot of these people aren't good at makeup, they're just pretty

[10-59]

someone should study the phenomenon of the majority of postal fanartists being locked in like constantly. What is RWS feeding y’all

[scriptingthewhy]

Why Front-End Development is Key to User Experience

AI-generated image. “Yay, another project. And I have front-end development duty. Nice.” Decoding the Digital Canvas: A Front-End Deep Dive from A Maryland Web Dev Lately, it feels like I’m caught in some kind of front-end developer limbo. Every time I start a new project, it’s always the front-end work that comes up first—and then I just get stuck there. Don’t get me wrong, I know how critical…

[cyberclouddream]

Inheritances from Mother

This can also be hidden or suppressed aspects of your mother or key maternal figure.

Aries/Mars in the 12th House

sharp intense gaze with bright eyes; high energy levels or quick metabolism; strong or angular facial features, like prominent cheekbones

impulsiveness or eagerness to take action; competitive streak, or a natural drive to "win" or come first; very direct communication style, often blunt or straightforward

prone to headaches or stress-related tension; strong cardiovascular system; quick recovery from minor injuries or illness

Talents: strong athletic ability; natural leadership skills; starting projects enthusiastically; rallying people together

Mars: hidden injuries or tendencies to ignore signs or stress or fatigue; tend to have sudden bursts of energy followed by exhaustion, benefiting from alone time, repressed anger or competitive spirit

Taurus/Venus in the 12th House

sturdy or well-defined build with natural strength; smooth, often attractive skin; love for physical comforts, like blankets, plush toys, or scented candles

stubbornness and persistence in achieving goals; appreciation for luxury, beauty or sensory pleasure; tendency to take your time, like preferring a steady, relaxed pace

struggles with weight management; sensitive throat or neck, making you prone to colds or allergies; good stamina

Talents: eye for beauty and aesthetics, whether in art or design; culinary skills, particularly at making delicious meals; strong gardening or nurturing abilities

Venus: tendencies towards indulgence or escapism, particularly through food and comfort, which can lead to weight fluctuations or emotional eating

Gemini/Mercury in the 12th House

quick movements and expressive hands; youthful appearance, often look younger than their age; clear, communicative voice, often melodic/musical or chatty

curiosity or thirst for knowledge; "gift of gab", with a tendency to talk a lot, like carrying a conversation for ages without breaking a sweat; restless mind, always jumping from what idea to the next

energetic but may experience anxiety or insomnia; respiratory issues, like allergies or asthma; fast metabolism, tend to keep their weight in check without much effort

Talents: excellent communication skills, both written and verbal; quick adaptability to new situations or environments; talent for storytelling or entertaining others through humor

Mercury: mental restlessness and difficulty expressing feelings; anxiety and overthinking, benefiting from outlets for their thoughts like journaling or talking to friends

Cancer/Moon in the 12th House

round, gentle features or a soft face; sensitive stomach or digestive system; drawn to nostalgic objects, like family heirlooms or photos

deep emotional intuition and empathy; protective instincts, especially toward family or loved ones; moodiness, emotions shift easily

sensitive digestive system, affected by stress or emotions; tendency to hold onto water weight, making hydration important; strong immune system but may feel physically off when emotionally drained

Talents: great at understanding emotions; good intuitive abilities; nurturing skills, whether in caregiving or teaching; strong artistic talents, especially in visual arts or music

Moon: strong connection to your subconscious; strong emotional sensitivity; fluctuating moods or struggles with boundaries

Leo/Sun in the 12th House

thick, voluminous hair that draws attention; strong, upright posture with natural confidence; eye-catching personal style, with a tendency towards bold colors or statement pieces

need for recognition or acknowledgement; big-hearted and generous nature, often giving freely to those they care about; natural leadership qualities, with a tendency to step into authority or inspire others

tend to recover quickly from ailments; prone to heart-related issues, if they don’t manage stress well; high energy levels, benefiting from activities like dancing or sports

Talents: charismatic or performance skills, whether in acting or music; creative talents, particularly in theater or visual arts; strong leadership abilities that motivate and uplift others

Sun: struggles with self-identity and recognition, leading to feelings of insecurity; may experience burnout from needing constant validation, which impacts their mental health and energy levels

Virgo/Mercury in the 12th House

clear, glowing skin due to focus on health and cleanliness; precise, meticulous hand movements or gestures (type to fold a fitted sheet perfectly); good physical health, with a focus on taking care of themselves

always noticing small things or obsessed with details in some way (may ask questions often); analytical thinkers, love to solve problems and make sense of things; super organized, their space tends to be tidy and efficient

health conscious, often focusing on nutrition and wellness; prone to digestive issues due to stress levels or perfectionism; good overall health but may struggle with anxiety or overthinking

Talents: exceptional organizational skills and attention to detail; analytical abilities, particularly in problem-solving or research; talents in health and wellness, whether through fitness or nutrition

Mercury: perfectionism or overcritical thoughts, potentially resulting in anxiety or health issues; difficulty in recognizing own needs

Libra/Venus in the 12th House

symmetrical facial features or well-balanced appearance; graceful movements, often with a sense of poise; knack for fashion, good at stylish or coordinated outfits

diplomatic nature, tends to see all sides; people-pleasing tendencies; love for aesthetics, beauty, and creating balance

prone to stress-related issues, especially when dealing with conflict; strong skin and overall health but may need to watch their weight; social activities often promote your overall wellbeing

Talents: diplomatic skills and ability to meditate conflicts; aesthetic talents, particularly in design or fashion; creative writing skills, especially in poetry or romantic themes

Venus: people-pleasing behaviors that mask your own needs; tendencies to be stressed or anxious in relationships (romantic, platonic, domestic)

Scorpio/Mars/Pluto in the 12th House

intense, piercing eyes that seem to “see through” people; strong physical endurance or resilience; drawn to dark or mysterious objects, like amulets or crystals

super passionate, going all in on what they love; inquisitive nature, having a knack for uncovering hidden truths; natural air of mystery, keeping people guessing

strong stamina and resilience; prone to emotional stress, which can manifest as physical symptoms; strong immune system, tends to recover well from illness

Talents: ability to understand complex emotional dynamics; talents in investigation, whether in research or detective work; creative expression through deep, impactful storytelling or art

Pluto: struggles with deep-seated fears or hidden emotions, which can manifest as intense psychological experiences

Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 12th House

long legs or a tendency towards an athletic build; strong, healthy liver and digestive system; fondness for travel gear or souvenirs from different places

adventurous spirit, always seeking new experiences; optimistic outlook, with a natural sense of humor; restlessness, always seeking freedom or something new

often need regular physical activity to feel their best; prone to accidents or injuries from their adventurous spirit; good digestion but needs to monitor caffeine intake

Talents: natural teaching abilities, especially in philosophical or cultural subjects; gifted storytelling or public speaking skills that inspire others; athletic talents, particularly in outdoor sports or activities

Jupiter: tendency to seek escapism through travel or adventure; struggles with excessive optimism, leading to disappointment when reality doesn’t match their expectations

Capricorn/Saturn in the 12th House

strong bone structure, often with prominent features; natural resilient, especially to illness; inclination towards classic or timeless objects, like leather wallets or old watches

strong sense of responsibility and duty; practicality and grounded approach to life; discipline and perseverance, often willing to work hard

strong bones; prone to stress-related issues, especially from work; tend to have good long-term health habits, benefiting from routine and discipline

Talents: strong work ethic and determination to achieve goals; natural leadership skills, especially in structured environments; talents in business or finance; particularly in strategic planning

Saturn: feelings of isolation or self-doubt, often related to stress-related health issues; challenges with letting go of control

Aquarius/Saturn/Uranus in the 12th House

unique facial features or unconventional beauty; slim or wiry build, with a tendency towards quick movements; love for tech or quirky objects that showcase their individuality

independent spirit, needing their freedom and space to be themselves; unconventional thinking, often challenging norms; friendly yet somewhat detached in social situations, hard to read sometimes

generally good health, but may experience sudden illnesses due to their busy lifestyle; prone to circulatory issues or cold extremities due to their “unique” physiology

Talents: innovative think and problem-solving abilities; talents in technology, science, or humanitarian efforts; creative expression through unique art forms or performances

Uranus: unconventional thought patterns and a sense of detachment; struggles with feeling misunderstood, which can affect emotional health and relationships

Pisces/Jupiter/Neptune in the 12th House

dreamy, often soft or gentle eyes; sensitive feet or appreciation for comfortable shoes (like therapeutic socks or shoes); drawn to water-related objects or environments, like the beach, rivers, or fountains

highly intuitive and in tune with emotions; imaginative, with a natural artistic or creative flair; empathetic and compassionate, often feeling others’ emotions deeply

sensitive immune system, often catch colds or infections more easily; prone to stress-related issues, especially if they don’t take care of their mental health; tend to escape through food or habits that aren’t always the healthiest

Talents: creative abilities in music, art, or writing that resonates with others; strong intuition and empathetic skills; tend to be good listeners; talents in healing or counseling, particularly in spiritual or holistic practices

Neptune: deep connection to collective unconscious, leading to heightened sensitivity and empathy; struggles with escapism; need to be mindful of their emotional boundaries

[meshalagna]

Astro Vedic Observations pt.3

Saturn ruled women/ Saturn Ascendant Women- Very beautiful face structure .

• Vibe: Sculpted, angular bone structure (think sharp cheekbones, defined jawline) • Takeaway: Statuesque, disciplined beauty

Leo in 12th house and Leo stellium in 12th house- may not make u as show off as other Leo stelliums or Leo natives may make u more minimalist.

• Vibe: Creative gifts kept behind the scenes • Takeaway: Quiet flair—more introspective than showy

rahu in 2nd house- esp in Taurus u like to eat different types of food may tend to like a specific cuisine that they were not born into . something unusual about there childhood or father maybe both.

Your 5th-House Ruler & Body Pleasures

The 5th house rules ......

Intelligence & Learning

Creativity & Self-Expression

Romance & Love Affairs

Children & Progeny

Past-Life Merit (Punya) & Speculative Risk-Taking

Spiritual Creativity & Mantras

Recreation, Play & Leisure

Depending on where your 5th lord is and what sign is in your 5th house you can determine these aspects in your life.

5th Lord in 1st House (Ascendant)

Self‐expression & Creativity: You wear your heart on your sleeve—your creativity is woven into your personality.

Romance & Magnetism: There’s a natural playfulness about you; you attract admirers easily.

Children & Legacy: You identify strongly with your offspring or creative “projects,” often seeing them as extensions of yourself.

5th Lord in 2nd House

Creative Speech: You may find your art or ideas expressed through writing, singing, or speaking.

Romance & Values: You seek partners who share your core values or enrich your sense of security.

Finances & Speculation: Luck can come via investment, teaching, or speculative ventures.

5th Lord in 3rd House

Creative Communication: You’re quick with witty banter, storytelling, or social‐media flair.

Courage & Initiative: Boldness in learning new skills or hobbies; you thrive on mental challenges.

Siblings & Networking: Joy often comes through partnerships with siblings or close peers.

5th Lord in 4th House

Domestic Creativity: Your home is your canvas—gardening, interior design, or cooking may be passions.

Emotional Roots: Romance is nurtured in private settings; you crave a cozy, stable love life.

Children & Heritage: Strong ties to family traditions; you honor ancestry in how you raise kids.

5th Lord in 5th House (Own House)

Pure Strength: Native place of the 5th lord—creativity, romance, and children flourish naturally.

Self-Confidence: You shine in any activity that lets you showcase your talents.

Fertility & Play: A rich imagination and abundant joy in playful pursuits.

5th Lord in 6th House

Service-oriented Creativity: You may find fulfillment teaching, healing arts, or creative therapy.

Romance & Duty: Partners might be coworkers or share your service ethos.

Health & Routine: Creative outlets tied to wellness—dance classes, dog‐walking clubs, etc.

5th Lord in 7th House

Partnerships & Play: You express your creative side most fully with a significant other or in collaborations.

Romantic Contracts: Marriage can bring children or spur creative projects.

Public Image: You present a charming, youthful persona in social settings.

5th Lord in 8th House

Transformative Creativity: Your art or romance has a deep, intense quality—think poetry born of pain.

Shared Resources: Gains (or losses) through partner’s finances, inheritance, or speculation.

Mystery & Magnetism: You attract lovers who are enigmatic or drawn to taboo subjects.

5th Lord in 9th House

Creative Vision: You channel your gifts into teaching, writing about philosophy, or world‐travel inspired art.

Romance Abroad: Partners from different cultures or faiths.

Children & Belief: You impart moral or spiritual values to your offspring.

5th Lord in 10th House

Career Creativity: Your profession may involve art, entertainment, or anything requiring imagination.

Public Recognition: You gain fame or status through your creative talents or by being a “child” of a public figure.

Romance & Ambition: You seek partners who support or boost your reputation.

5th Lord in 11th House

Social Creativity: You thrive in group projects—bands, theater troupes, online communities.

Romance & Friendship: Your lovers may start as friends or meet via networks.

Gains through Creativity: Financial rewards come from social circles or collective ventures.

5th Lord in 12th House

Hidden Talents: You may be quietly creative—writing in solitude, composing music in private.

Romantic Seclusion: Affairs might be secret or detached.

Spiritual Joy: Creative self-expression channels through dreams, mysticism, or charitable work.

[astrologydray]

Astrology indicators 5: The good & the bad 🫠🫠

Astrology indicators of a liar 🤥

🤥 Mercury in Hard Aspect to Neptune (square/opposite): Classic indicator of lying or mental fog. Can also show storytelling skills—they can weave fiction so well it sounds real.

🤥 Neptune in the 3rd House or Conjunct Mercury.

• Neptune in the 3rd = blurred thinking, communication that’s vague, slippery, or deceitful.

• May speak in half-truths, avoid clarity, or shift narratives to suit them.

🤥 Mercury in Mutable Signs (especially Gemini or Pisces)

• Gemini Mercury: Can be clever, mentally agile, and good at spinning. If poorly aspected, it can be slick, gossipy, or say what you want to hear.

• Pisces Mercury: Prone to white lies, omissions, or fantasy over fact—especially with Neptune influence.

🤥Strong 12th House or Neptune Dominance

• Planets in the 12th house, especially Mercury, Moon, or Mars, may signal hidden motives or secretive thinking.

• Neptune dominance = master of illusions. They might lie more to protect feelings or hide uncomfortable truths than to deceive maliciously.

🤥Mercury Square Jupiter

• Tends to exaggerate, boast, or bend the truth—especially for approval, attention

🤥 Gemini or Pisces Stelliums

• Gemini = quick-witted, often walking the line between truth and fiction. Might talk themselves in circles or contradict themselves.

• Pisces = dreamy, fluid with boundaries, may lie out of emotional discomfort or escapism.

🤥 Moon Square or Opposite Neptune

• Can indicate emotional dishonesty—even with themselves. They may lie because they feel overwhelmed, ashamed, or confused about their feelings. Often not malicious; they just can’t always tell truth from feeling.

🤥 Venus Square Neptune

• Especially in relationships, this is the “rose-colored glasses” liar—or the one who lies to keep love, attention, or fantasy alive.

• May misrepresent intentions or fall for people who do.

🤥 Mars in Pisces (or badly aspected Neptune Mars)

• This Mars fights indirectly, and can lie by omission, mislead, or manipulate to avoid confrontation.

Astrology indicators of a trustworthy person😇

😇 Mercury in Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn)

• Grounded, clear, and straightforward communication. Especially Mercury in Capricorn: Doesn’t sugarcoat, values integrity.

• Mercury in Virgo: Precise with details—usually too honest.

😇 Saturn-Mercury Aspects (Especially Trine or Sextile)

• Saturn gives Mercury discipline and structure. These people take responsibility for their words. Rarely speak impulsively; prefer facts over fluff.

😇 Strong 6th House / Virgo Energy

• Loyal, dependable, service-oriented. These people tend to show their trust through actions, not just words. Can be your rock during chaos because they take responsibility seriously.

😇 Moon in Earth or Fixed Signs (Taurus, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius)

• Emotionally stable and don’t switch up often. Scorpio Moon may be secretive but not disloyal—they take loyalty very seriously.

• Taurus and Capricorn Moons = emotionally reliable, don’t play with people’s feelings.

😇 Sun or Ascendant in Fixed Signs (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius)

• Fixed signs = consistent, not easily swayed.

• What they say, they usually mean. If they commit, it’s for the long haul.

😇 Venus in Capricorn or Taurus

• Loyal in love and partnerships.

• These people value long-term bonds, tradition, and accountability.

😇 Saturn in Angular Houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th)

• Saturn here gives someone a strong sense of duty and grounded presence. May take time to open up, but when they do, they mean it.

😇 Jupiter in Libra, Cancer, or Sagittarius

• These Jupiters uphold morality, fairness, and care for others.

• Jupiter in Libra especially seeks harmony through honesty.

😇 Mercury Trine or Sextile Jupiter

• Honest, big-picture thinkers who dislike lies or petty manipulation. They’re often generous with info and try to uplift with truth.

Astrology indicators of someone who is a first responder (firefighter, EMT, paramedic, or emergency worker) ⛑️

⛑️ Strong Mars – Action, Courage, Physical Response

• Mars is the planet of fight, drive, adrenaline, and quick reaction.

• Especially powerful in: Aries: Fearless and fast. Capricorn: Controlled, professional, goal-oriented. Scorpio: Focused in life-or-death moments.

• Mars conjunct or trine Saturn: Disciplined action, professional under pressure.

• Mars conjunct Pluto: Handles crisis like a boss. Power, survival, control.

⛑️ Strong 6th House or Virgo Energy – Service & Health

• The 6th house rules day-to-day work, routines, health, and service. Planets here often indicate someone who’s drawn to serving others through skill or labor.

• Especially Mars, Saturn, Pluto, or the Sun in the 6th.

⛑️ Saturn – Discipline, Endurance, Authority

• Saturn shows where you carry responsibility and long-term effort. Saturn in 1st, 6th, or 10th: Serious about work, dependable under pressure.

• Saturn in Capricorn or Virgo adds extra structure and focus.

⛑️ Pluto – Intensity, Crisis Management

• People with strong Pluto influence (especially in aspect to personal planets or the MC) are often:

⛑️ Drawn to high-stakes environments.

⛑️ Good at staying calm in chaos.

⛑️ Emotionally resilient or intense.

⛑️ Uranus – Emergency Work, Sudden Change

• Uranus rules things that happen suddenly—like accidents and crises.

• In the 6th or 10th house, it can show someone who works in emergency settings or unpredictable environments.

• Mars-Uranus aspects: Fast reflexes, thrives in chaotic or high-adrenaline scenarios.

⛑️ MC (Midheaven) or 10th House in Aries, Scorpio, or Capricorn

• Midheaven shows your public role or calling.

• Aries = protector, responder, fighter energy.

• Scorpio = life and death service, often drawn to high-pressure environments.

• Capricorn = reliable and leadership-driven, ideal for structured emergency roles.

⛑️ Aspects Between the Moon and Saturn or Mars

• Moon rules instincts, Saturn brings composure.

• Moon-Mars: Fast emotional reactions, often gutsy and reactive.

• Moon-Saturn: Controlled emotional responses; solid under pressure.

⛑️ North Node in the 6th or 10th House

• A life purpose centered around service, duty, and practical contribution. They’re here to show up and help in tangible ways—often through jobs others couldn’t handle.

⛑️ Fire Element Dominance (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius)

• Fire signs are naturally bold, energetic, and action-oriented.

• Aries especially has a “rush in to help” instinct.

Astrology indicators of someone who is in the army or military 🪖

🪖 Strong Mars – The Warrior Planet

• Mars in Aries, Capricorn, Scorpio, or Leo = natural leaders or fighters.

• Mars in the 6th or 10th house = work that’s physically demanding, strategic, or structured.

🪖 Mars conjunct or trine Saturn = discipline + endurance = soldier energy.

• Mars square Pluto or Uranus = explosive strength, intensity, risk-taking, or sudden action.

🪖 Saturn – Discipline, Structure, Authority

• Strong Saturn = commitment, following rules, respecting hierarchy. Saturn in 1st, 6th, or 10th house = thrives in environments with strict order.

• Capricorn placements (Saturn-ruled) = born for command and strategy.

• Saturn-Mars combo = disciplined action—a military classic.

🪖 Pluto – Power, Survival, Transformation

• Indicates a comfort with intense, high-stakes situations. Pluto in aspect to Mars or the Ascendant = extreme focus, mental toughness, fearlessness.

• Pluto in 6th or 10th = power and control through one’s job or service.

🪖 Aries or Scorpio Dominance

• Aries = bold, combative, head-on energy. Will take the first hit if it means protecting others.

• Scorpio = strategist, thrives in tactical, high-pressure environments. Deep loyalty and emotional intensity.

🪖 Military Houses: 6th, 10th, and 8th

• 6th House: Daily work + service. Mars, Saturn, or Pluto here = service through strength or hardship.

• 10th House: Career + status. Planets here (especially Mars or Saturn) = public identity shaped by duty or control.

• 8th House: Crisis, control, and survival. Those with personal planets here may be drawn to dangerous or transformative careers.

🪖 Ascendant in Fire or Earth Signs

• Fire Risings (Aries, Leo, Sag): Brave, direct, and ready to lead or defend.

• Earth Risings (Taurus, Virgo, Cap): Grounded, reliable, and slow to break under pressure.

🪖 North Node in Aries, Capricorn, or 6th/10th House

• Their life path involves stepping into authority, service, or leadership roles. They grow by becoming stronger, more self-directed, or more focused on order and duty.

🪖 Uranus + Mars or Saturn – Technology and Sudden Action

• Uranus aspects (especially to Mars/Saturn) can suggest military careers in tech, aviation, communications, or cyber-intelligence.

🪖 Moon in Capricorn, Scorpio, or Aries

• Emotionally tough. These Moons hold steady in chaos and have no issue with strict conditions or hardship. May not show emotion under pressure—good for combat environments.

[well-of-divine-if]

Well of The Divine - a work in progress Interactive Fiction Story

Well of The Divine is a 18+ fantasy text-based game built using ChoiceScript. Rated 18+ for explicit language and optional sexual content.

The Well of The Divine has been compromised. Once the source of the Gods strength, it is now closed off to them leaving them truly vulnerable for the first time in their long existence. They are scared.

What does this have to do with you?

Found as a new-born, abandoned by those that brought you into this world, you never knew your birth parents. Only those who took you in. The problems of the Gods had never involved you until now. Divine blood flows in your veins. An encounter with your Godly parent brings death to your village. Those who hunt the Gods have come for you too.

Now, who are you?

Features:

Play as male, female, non-binary or trans, straight, gay, bisexual or asexual

Customise your character's appearance and personality

Learn who your Godly parent is from one of five options

Gather allies, both divine and mortal to travel with you

Forge relationships with your companions, friendships, rivalries and more

Choose from five romance options to pursue, creating a deep romantic or platonic bond

Improve your skills including your control over your demigod powers

Discover who is hunting you and decide the fate of the Gods

Theresa Colt - She/Her - 25 - The Childhood Friend Only child to the village's herbalist, Theresa grew up alongside MC. When not working with her mother, Theresa was most likely to be found by MCs side getting up to all sorts of adventures. Some might mistake her softness of weakness but it takes a certain kind of courage to be kind in the face of hardship. Appearance: Theresa is a young woman fairly short in height, 5'3, with curly brown hair typically tied up in brightly coloured scarfs. Honey eyes framed with thick lashes on a round face with olive skin. Delicate hands that are surprisingly rough from years of work.

Maddox Rowe - He/Him - 27 - The Demigod Maddox Rowe has always been angry. From a young age he’s been told it’s in his blood, in his nature. He may be a bit of a hothead but anger isn’t all that’s left in him, but when you aren’t given the chance to be anything else you fall back on what you know. Appearance: Golden skin and angry red eyes, Maddow Rowe stands tall at 6'3 casting an intimidating figure to most. Broad shoulders and a powerful form gained from a life of combat only add to it. Dark shaggy hair and a strong jaw complete his look.

Cormac Winters - He/Him - 28 - The Charming Rogue Talking himself in and out of trouble, Cormac flits about from city to city never setting roots. If you set roots you get attached. To some, honeyed words fall from his lips. To others, he’s selling nothing but snake oil. And when trouble finally does catch up to him, like many before he’ll slip away in the night. Appearance: Long wild, wavy red hair is the first thing people notice when they see Cormac. The second is the sly grin that seems to have found a permanent place on his face. Lean in build, 6'0, and forest green eyes, some think him cocky but who can resist a pretty face?

Lucien Corvus - They/Them - 23 - The Hunter Alone from a young age, with no one to protect or care form them, Lucien learned that the only person you can rely on is yourself. Strangers will use and hurt you. Keeping this mantra close to their heart helped them survive. Besides, if you begged to the gods for aid none would answer. Appearance: Piercing ice blue eyes on a cool white angular face that rarely shows anything different to cold indifference. Short blonde hair that rests against their forehead. They stand with shoulders back to a height of 5'10. Is that a dimple when they smile?

Sabine - She/Her - ??? - The ??? Wise beyond her years in the matters of the divine and history of the world. There’s an energy about her the exudes a sense of calm. If you look closer, behind the golden eyes you may catch a glimpse of the power that runs beneath them. Appearance: Eyes of liquid gold, skin a rich deep black, and ebony coils styled into long twists. Holding herself with a sense of regal poise, Sabine stands to a height of 5'9. She keeps a calm countenance even in unfavorable situations.

[DEMO]

[ROs]

[Ko-fi]

This is my first time writing anything in ChoiceScript (first time coding in general) so please bare with me as I learn and thank you for your patience 💛

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader 18+ V-Day One Shot)

“Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why.

Pairing: Toxic Ex!Eren Jaeger x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Possessive & Obsessive!Eren; Sexual Tension; Alcohol & Marijuana Use; Drunk/High Sex; Dubcon/R*pe; Coercion; Cheating; MDom!Eren x fsub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Messy Pussy-Eating; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Eren Got A Big Ol' Dick; Tattoos & Piercings Kink; (a little) Plug!Eren; Dirty Talk; Reader Cums 3x; Daddy Kink; Cum-Drunk!Reader; Eren Dickmatizes You; Dumbification; Cumshot; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: MY FIRST EREN FIC!!! EVERYBODY GET UP & CLAP!!! This is some very nasty, manipulative, lowdown, dirty, toxic sh!t as a warning. Something about Eren being a total dick is kinda hot to me lol. Enjoy!! 😘😘 -Jazz

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‘Oh, no,’ you think. The only thought you’ve had since you laid eyes on him seconds before.

Out of all of the places you would think of running into him, you never thought it would be here on this day of all days.

Your ex. Sitting at the bar. And not just any ex: your very toxic ex whom you broke up with five years ago because of his said ‘toxicity’. He is also the man you used to be head over heels for. Like completely head-in-the-clouds, singing-in-the-mirror in love with this man who happens to be the most obsessive, jealous, and emotionally unavailable man you have ever met. 

And unfortunately for you, also the man who gave you the best dick you have ever had in your life. 

As soon as you see him sitting at the bar nursing a Gin & Tonic, his veiny hand adorned with rings and ink that he always thought looked so much better wrapped around your neck, it is like being smacked dead in the face. Every one of the features that you adored–his shoulder-length black hair; his angular side profile; the piercings glittering in his ears, pink bottom lip, and right eyebrow–is like being shell-shocked over and over again. 

“Oh, my God,” you blurt. You cannot stop yourself from saying it as you sit four tables away from him in the expensive restaurant you both occupy. The decor is adorned with red, pink, and white flowers, fine white tablecloths, and hanging lamps that glow a dim, romantic red for Valentine’s Day. You wore your favorite slim, sexy red dress for the occasion, but right now, you feel anything but sexy. 

Your date and long-term boyfriend looks up from his menu, his forest-green eyes etched in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

He, too, wore his Valentine’s Day best–a red sweater paired with an Armani blazer, designer slacks, and red bottom shoes. His hair, black and curly, is slicked back to show off his handsome features fit for a model…or a male nurse. Kaido is well-wanted at his job by almost every woman working in his hospital due to his dashing good looks and body worthy of drooling over, but as far as you’re concerned, he is tied down to you.

“O-Oh, nothing!” you immediately squeak, nervously laughing it off. Quickly, you come up with a lie to avoid explaining to Kaido about your ex whom you never told him about. “Sorry, I just saw a coworker and I can’t believe he’s here. He’s always an asshole to me.” You giggle again, hoping that this will help make things light, easy, and not at all awkward even though your body feels like it’s in fight or flight mode. 

But it has the opposite effect. Immediately, Kaido begins looking around for him. “Really? Where is he? Maybe he needs to meet me.” You resist the urge to lurch across the table and cover his eyes. “No, no, Kaido, don’t! He’s an asshole to everyone.” 

Kaido tuts, angrily taking a sip of the complimentary champagne you were given prior to sitting down before getting up, causing his chair to skid across the floor. The old couple sitting behind him stares at him in irritation. “Well, nobody treats my girl like that. You both work together, so—“ 

“Kaido, please stop,” you quietly huff, flushing with embarrassment. “You always do this.” Your boyfriend stares at you, alarmed. “Always do what?” 

“Try to prove yourself to me,” you answer, irritation evident in your tone. “You don’t have to go out of your way to do that all the time.” You know it isn’t fair to get upset with him. It isn’t his fault that your ex-boyfriend has left you so shaken. 

Kaido, still standing, scowls at you, offended. “So you’re mad because I want to defend you and be a good boyfriend to you?” 

“No, that’s not…” Your words die in your throat, your heart pounding furiously in your chest. Now you feel horrible though there aren’t lies in your statement. Since you’ve been dating for over two years, Kaido has always gone out of his way to prove to you and himself that he is a great partner, somehow upping the last thing every single time. 

Expensive gifts that you feel obligated to take. Romantic dates that you feel guilty for him taking you on. Constant phone calls and text messages that you often find yourself getting tired of receiving. You feel horrible for all of it because Kaido is such a sweet man. You couldn’t ask for anything more…could you? 

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, moving your hand across the table to grab his. “I don’t wanna fight. I just don’t want to ruin tonight with bullshit like….him.” Your eyes flit across the room at Eren who licks the contents of his drink off of his upper lip, his tongue ring glinting in the dim, red light. The venom in your tone is evident. 

Kaido’s eyes soften and he interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry too. I just love you, Y/N, y’know?” He gives you a smile that is so adoring that it pains you. “I really do.” 

You feel that familiar lump at the mention of the L-word fill your throat, making it hard to even smile. “I—“ 

“And here are your drinks!” The waitress has returned with your drinks, acting as an angel who has come to save you in your hour of need. “A Moscow Mule and a glass of our finest wine.” She lowers your Moscato down in front of you, crisp and ready to be consumed. “Are you ready to order?” she asks, taking her notepad out. 

“Yes!” you immediately chirp, digging into your menu for appetizers and a main course. It is the perfect distraction from having to lie to Kaido and say “I love you”. 

Though you and Kaido have been together for two years, first meeting when you came in for nausea pills after a stomach flu, you haven’t said the L-word to him yet. He said it last year after he took you to your city’s annual Christmas lights festival and confessed under the most beautiful blue and white lights you’ve seen in your life. It was magical. It was romantic. It was the absolute wrong time. 

“You don’t have to say it back yet,” he said, noticing your saddened and guilty expression. “Just tell me when you’re ready.” But you haven’t been ready for over two years now. And you’re not sure if you ever will. You care so deeply for Kaido, but you don’t think you’re in love with him. You can’t see him in your life forever the way you should. 

Not like a certain someone. After you order your food, Kaido is busy putting in his order when you take a sip of your Moscato. You already had a glass of champagne, so maybe more alcohol isn’t a good idea because your eyes begin trailing. And they trail right over to Eren. 

He looks so different yet the same. It is an odd mixture, but regardless, he still gives you the same butterflies that feel so new to you. You don’t think you even got butterflies when you first started dating Kaido. They are the same stupid, annoying, fluttery tingles that you got when you met Eren for the first time. 

And then he turns and looks at you. Those intoxicating, enchanting, sinful teal eyes lock onto yours from across the restaurant. And instantly, you are taken back to five years ago when it was just him and you, and nothing else. 

You were young and naive as one is during their first year of college. You were overworked and underpaid at your little part-time job to pay for school, so your friend introduced you to her plug. She walked you to Eren’s dorm where he answered his door in nothing but gray sweats with Paramore blasting in the background. He had less tattoos then, but was still everything your parents didn’t like: cool, aloof, didn’t give a single fuck, and sold weed to put himself through college and fund his tattoo business. 

“Hey, Eren!” your friend greeted. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s looking to buy a dime bag.” Her plug took one lazy look at you, his eyes rolling up your body, and you felt supremely exposed in your thin cardigan and hip-hugging jeans. As if noticing he got you, he smiled his award-winning Eren smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice silky. “Lemme get you two a drink.” 

After that day, he was in your phone as your personal weed plug. The more you started visiting his dorm and the more he showed up at yours delivering personal baggies of weed, the more you got to know each other. It didn’t take long for the attraction to bloom and soon, you were falling hard for the boy. 

He was your first love. The one you wanted to be with forever. You felt so safe in his arms, snuggled up in his dorm during free periods, catching the smoke rings he would make with his mouth between your lips. He gave you your first tattoo–a tiny heart between your breasts. “So I’m there forever,” he whispered, kissing you gently as he laid numbing cream on the fresh tattoo. 

Eren was always has good of a dick plug as he was a weed plug and tattoo artist. He gave you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. There were plenty times you skipped classes to get put into his mattress instead, filling his walls with the sound of your moans and the headboard knocking against the wall. When you broke up, your nights were filled with endless fantasies of his long, fat dick in your mouth and filling up your aching pussy, making you delirious enough to want to call him. 

But Eren was also very toxic, jealous, and possessive. All to the point where it drove you crazy. He hated when you wore revealing clothes. He shot shady glances at men that even looked your way. He couldn’t stand any of your male friends and made it clear that you were his by leaving love bites on your neck. He would show up to your job or while you were out with friends, completely unannounced and uninvited. 

You often got into fights over this which ended up hot, mindblowing sex that often fizzled out all of your anger…until one night a month before you graduated uni. After dating on and off for four years throughout school, you and Eren came to a standstill as graduation approached and you snagged your dream position in a city two hours away from home. 

That was the night you broke up with Eren after a dick appointment. You didn’t tell him the news until after you got your nut. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t a good idea because of course, Eren was pissed. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the sex?” he scoffed, sitting on the edge of your bed in his boxers. 

“I didn’t know how, Eren,” you argued, sitting naked under your sheets. “As soon as you got here, you had your dick out!” That’s when the argument started, heated and loud, and that’s when you realized that you had to end your chapter with him right there. 

That made Eren even angrier. “You’re actin’ like I can’t come over there to visit you,” he snapped as you hastily got dressed. “Or I can just move there! Do you not want me there?” He gave you that hurt look that often got you feeling guilty, but you couldn’t do it anymore. 

“Don’t do that, Eren, please,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I just don’t want for you to have to give up your life here just for something that may not work.” 

Realizing your mistake, your stomach lurched. But it was too late: Eren was wounded. “Why wouldn’t it?” he asked, his voice small and distant. You hurt him. You stood there, feeling like you were holding the gun and he was the target. “Because….because….” 

Because you’re toxic. Possessive. Jealous. Dangerous for me because of that dick.

“Because I want a fresh start,” you lied. “And I can’t do that if I’m tied to you.” 

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, the anger radiating off of him in waves. “Tied to me?” he parroted, scoffing with a dry laugh. “So what? I’m like some kind of dead weight you need to get rid of?” You looked away, unable to see the hurt in his eyes. “Fine then,” he deadpaned, “but you know you won’t forget me. And I won’t forget you either, Y/N.” 

And you never did. When he left that night, he took all of the joy and love with him. Even though he called and texted you for days after, you never answered, instead drowning yourself in finals and arrangements to move. After some time, the contact stopped and you went your separate ways. You never heard from or saw Eren again…until now. Now that you’ve moved back home and met a new man, here he is again.

“Let’s exchange gifts!” Kaido suddenly exclaims. You blink, pulled out of your memories, and look down to see a white box in front of you. Quickly, you fish his gift out of your bag and pass it to him with the brightest smile you can muster. “You can open yours first.” 

Kaido grins and opens the tiny red gift bag, fishing the digital Amazon watch out of it. “It’s not quite an Apple Watch, but it’s close! You can download apps on it and it checks your blood pressure.” You wanted to buy the most pricey gift you could afford, hoping to accommodate for all of the expensive gifts he has given you. 

Kaido cocks his head to the side like you’re a cute little puppy. “You’re too cute,” he tuts. “Now open mine!” You take a sip of wine before doing so and your smile drops at the sight of the 24k gold chain sitting inside the box. “Kaido,” you gasp. “Is it–” 

“Real?” he chuckles, smiling proudly at you. “Yes, baby, it is. Let me put it on you.” He moves from his seat and comes behind you, gingerly taking the chain from the box to fasten it around your neck. As he does, Eren turns in his stool and watches, sipping on his Gin & Tonic. His face is unreadable and that angers you. Why is he even looking? Why is he even here? 

And why the hell do you care? 

Kaido’s hands brush your neck as he finishes and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just like I knew it’d be. Now, everyone knows that you’re mine.” Eren sips his drink again and the corner of his lips lift in a crooked smile. The same smirk that melted you. 

Suddenly, you are overwhelmed. The restaurant has become too hot and too small. You feel like a giant Alice in a too-small room after eating the wrong cookie. Once Kaido sits down, you stand up like your ass is on fire. “U-Um…I’m gonna go pee real quick,” you say. “This wine is goin’ right through me.” You give Kaido a quick reassuring kiss on the lips before you make a beeline to the bathroom…but you don’t go in. 

Instead, you find the nearest exit and go out for some much-needed fresh air. The air is bitter cold, tinged with winter, but you let it cool your clammy skin in your red cocktail dress. Standing on the restaurant’s patio, you breathe in and out slowly, calming yourself. In and out…in and out…in– 

“Cold out here,” a familiar voice comments. “Where’s your coat?” The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Of course, Eren follows you the very moment you’re alone. Of course, you’re the only two out here. 

You shouldn’t turn around, but you do. Like some kind of dark angel, he stands in the silvery glow of the moonlight, the light washing over his porcelain skin, black sweater, and jeans. 

His name is inked on your tongue just like the tattoo he gave you, still implanted between your cleave: “Eren.” You don’t say it happily or with venom. You just say it. 

But it’s enough to get Eren to smile. “Hey, you,” he greets you. “It’s been a long time.” You hate that he speaks to you as if you’re old friends. You’re not. “Why are you out here?” you scoff. Eren’s handsome face turns cold. “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me after five years and actin’ like you ain’t know me in there?” 

Here we fucking go. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here,” you say, your tone firm. 

He shrugs, placing one inked hand in his pocket. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. You looked…startled, ‘specially when dude gave you that pretty chain.” He digs a Marbolo box out of his pocket. He still smokes after all of this time. When he lights that damn thing and his pink lips form an O around a smoke ring, you realize that you still find it attractive after all of this time as well. 

The air is silent yet tense between you with unsaid words. “So you’re back in the city,” he states, his eyes gleaming at you. “When’d you come back? I thought you left for that big girl job.” 

“I did, but it didn’t work out, so I came home last year.” You notice that his jaw is tight. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” you accusingly ask, squinting at him. 

Eren scoffs as if the idea is preposterous. “Why would I be? We haven’t talked in, like, five years. Things changed…clearly.” He takes another drag of his smoke, blowing a steady stream out into the cold air. 

“What does that mean?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from becoming agitated. What the hell is he getting at here? He passively shrugs like it should be obvious. “I just meant you’ve got a new man. He seems nice.” You sense bitterness, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t feel like turning this into something heated. 

“So what of you?” you question, leaning against the wooden bar of the patio. “You still at the tattoo shop? Are you seein’ anyone new now?” 

Eren smirks at you, quirking his pierced brow. “Well, aren’t you interested?” he chuckles. Still a teasing shit. You turn to leave, but he stops you with a hand on your elbow. “Hey, hey, I’m just kidding! I own the shop now and no, nobody new. I was seein’ someone for about two years, but it didn’t work out.” 

You stare at him closely, trying to decode if he’s telling the truth or not…but then again, Eren was never a liar. A toxic asshole, yes, but never a liar. “So what happened?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself (and your hard nipples from the frigid air). “Did you do something? Did she?” 

Eren shakes his head like you got it wrong and flicks his cig down on the ground. “Nah, it was a joint decision.” Knowing you need more meat than that, he sighs and snubs his cigarette out under his foot. “She thought I wasn’t the relationship type,” he explains with a dry smile on his face. 

‘You weren’t,’ you think. ‘You still aren’t. That was why we broke up.’ You wonder briefly if he was as toxic with the mystery ex as he was with you. You wonder if he was as possessive and damn near yandere with her as he was with you the entirety of your relationship. 

Eren gives you a strange look, his teal eyes turning into slits as he squints at you. You lean back a bit, alarmed and confused by his sudden interest in your face. “I’m detecting somethin’,” he points out. “You wanna talk about this?” He doesn’t elaborate on what he means by ‘this’, but he doesn’t have to. The last thing you want to talk about is anything about your or his new relationships. “Not really,” you huff. “Sorry, but I need to go.”  

You know the more you are out here with him, the worse this situation will get. But as you go to pass him to enter the restaurant again, Eren gently grabs your hand. You whip around, trying to tug yourself away. “What are you doing?” you demand. “Eren, don’t.” 

But he doesn’t let go and his firm yet burning expression tells you that he isn’t letting anything go. “You don’t really love that guy,” he says, accusingly so. “I can tell. The minute he put that necklace on you, you looked like you wanted to hide under the table and never come back out.” 

You glare daggers at him, angered. “How dare you?” you hiss, ripping your hand from his. “You don’t know me anymore, Eren, and you clearly didn’t know me back then! I was looking for real, genuine love, but you clearly couldn’t give me that ‘cause of your shit. You’ve got issues.” 

Eren’s eyes flash with something that you can’t decipher, but you know it ain’t nice. “And you don’t?” he scoffs. “You’re sittin’ there pretendin’ to play ‘love-struck girlfriend’ with a dude you ain’t even in love with. I could see it a mile away.” He moves closer to you until he is practically looming over you, making your heart jump. “You forget I know you, Y/N: I know your body too well.” 

He gently traces a finger down your arm, sending goose pimples all over you. “Get off,” you whisper-hiss. You shove him by his chest and he lets you, stepping away to allow you space. “I’m not doing this with you. Ever.” Quickly, you yank open the door and head back into the restaurant, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know he is still staring at you as you retreat, but you don’t dare look back. 

Even when you sit back down with Kaido, your body won’t relax and you still feel on edge. You barely even notice that your food is here. Kaido looks up from his sea bass, worried. “Hey, that was a long trip,” he comments. “You alright?” You grip your wine and take a much-needed sip to calm your nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I just–” 

And then suddenly, your ex is there again. You see his tatted hand by your shoulder, holding the arm of your chair, and you nearly jump out of your skin. His arrival is like a damn jumpscare in a horror movie, smile and all. “Don’t mean to interrupt the V-Day date here,” he chuckles, standing among you and Kaido. “Just wanted to say it’s nice to see you again, Y/N, and I’m glad you’re happy.” 

His smile is supposed to be kind and warm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know: he still isn’t over you and he intends to make himself known to your new man. You sit as rigid as a board, unable to breathe properly. Kaido confusedly looks between you and Eren. “Who’s this, babe?” he asks, all innocent and cluseless. But you can’t say it. You can’t even breathe. “I’m Eren,” your ex replies, holding a hand out to Kaido. “An old friend of hers.” The two men firmly shake. “We go waaay back, don’t we, Y/N?” 

Eren turns to you, his smile turning into a crooked, teasing smirk that makes you want to toss your Moscato in his face. “Uh…yeah,” you squeak. “It was nice to see you again.” You offer him a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He slowly moves towards you and bends down, making your blood pressure shoot through the roof. 

“You too,” he whispers and his lips ghost your cheek in a slight kiss. His hand rests somewhere at his side, undetectable. Though you try to fight it, his lips and the closeness of his body brings your entire body to life and you suddenly feel things that Kaido–your Kaido–has never made you feel before. 

Eren then straightens and gives a respectful nod to Kaido. “Enjoy your dinner.” And like a thief in the night, he is gone, walking towards the bar to grab his leather jacket and leaving the restaurant. You watch him, your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as your body burns…and your pussy aches. “Well, he had some cool ink,” Kaido laughs. “Those gages were gruesome though.”

He goes back to eating his dinner like everything is normal while his girlfriend is sitting across from him, aroused for another man. Roughly swallowing more wine, you take your napkin from the table and unfold it to lay in your lap. As you do, a folded piece of paper tumbles out of your napkin and into your lap. 

You already know how it got there. With shaky hands, you unfold it and read the note written there for you, including a phone number: 

If you decide you want a real romantic night, call me. I know you deleted my number. – Love Always, Your Best

You nearly throw up the rest of your dinner as you stare at Eren’s handwriting. You barely can swallow your food despite the tiny pieces you cut it up in. Luckily, dinner ends abruptly because Kaido gets irritated by the drunk businessmen sitting at the bar behind him and pays the tab. 

By the this time, you’ve drunk more than you chewed, so the wine and champagne are making you feel bubbly, light, and sexy. You hang onto Kaido’s shoulder as he walks you outside, your trench wrapped tightly around you. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” you purr. “I have dessert back at my place…and ice cream.” 

Kaido turns to you, his eyes alight from your secret meaning. You smile and lean in for a kiss to coax him back to your apartment, but his ringtone stops you. Irritated, Kaido swears and pulls it out of his pocket, becoming more agitated at the message there. “Shit,” he huffs. “M’sorry, babe, but that’s the office. They want me to come in for a last-minute triage.” 

You blink at him, confused. “But I thought you were free tonight. You took off for the day, right?” That is what he told you at the beginning of the week when he made the reservations. Kaido gives you a sheepish look and you realize he “bended” the truth. “Only for a few hours,” he sighs. “I didn’t think they’d need me.” 

You can already feel disappointment twisting in your gut. “But it’s Valentine’s Day,” you argue. “Why are you going to work on a day meant for us?” 

Kaido sighs, already sounding irritated with you. “Babe, I’m sorry, but don’t get so worked up. You shouldn’t feel too bad…I mean, things are still one-sided between us.” 

You detect the switch-up in his tone immediately. “What does that mean?” you scoff. Kaido looks away, refusing to look at you, but that sour expression stays locked on his face. “What?” you push. “Because I haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet?” Kaido doesn’t answer nor does he look at you. Those actions are all the answers you need: he is angry you haven’t uttered those three little words yet.

Suddenly, tonight feels like shit and so do you. “Kaido, I told you before: I care about you so deeply, but it’s too early for me,” you say, exasperated. “I’ll only say it when I’m ready.” 

“Then when will that be?” he demands, finally looking at you. The hurt in them is clear. “It’s been a year, Y/N! How long do you need to know that you love someone?” You are stunned into silence and suddenly, you feel like crying. How could he spur this on you now of all nights? 

Kaido’s phone rings again and he sighs, running a hand through his curly hair. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” 

You don’t say anything to him, too afraid of breaking out into sobs or cussing him out. Instead, you stay quiet as he drives you home and it is by far the most uncomfortable moment you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never been so happy to be in your crib alone when Kaido leaves after dropping you off. 

You kick off your heels, drape your coat over the couch, and slump on the couch. You feel trashy. Unsexy. Lonely. The alcohol only intensifies your shitty feelings until you want to crawl out of yourself and hide. So what do you do instead of taking your ass to bed? You dig Eren’s note out of your pocket, which you kept instead of throwing away, and get your phone…but you stop from dialing his number. 

‘Don’t do it,’ a tiny voice in your head says. The voice of reason. Your thumb hovers above your phone screen as you teeter-totter between right and wrong. 

In the end, you ignore the voice of reason, the loneliness and wine speaking for you, and dial his number. You put your phone on speaker, not wanting to fuck up your makeup and wait in anticipation for the ringing to stop. After the fourth one, it does. “Hello?” he asks. His silky voice fills your living space. 

“It’s me,” you exhale. You can’t even speak properly. After all of these years, he has this effect on you still? “I know,” he replies and you wonder if he’s been anticipating your call. “How you doin’? You okay?” You pause for a moment, your muddled mind not processing the situation properly. 

“You wanna come over?” The words fly out of you before you can stop yourself. Eren pauses for a moment and the silence is so damn loud. “Do you want me to come over, Y/N?” he asks. Once again, the very dangerous word flies out of you: “Yes.” 

Eren inhales slightly as if he can’t believe you’re agreeing to this. You can’t believe it either. “Tell me the address,” he demands, his tone heady with need. You tell him and you can hear his car keys jingling. “I’ll be there in ten.” And then the call is done. You sit there, wondering what the hell just happened, and what the hell you just did. 

You just invited your very toxic ex over to your place. On Valentine’s Day. The reality about how bad you fucked up hits you like a truck. You need to stop this. You need to call him back right now and– 

Ding-dong! Your Ring alerts you to someone at your door and your pulse jumps. Ten minutes passed already? Slowly, you get up from the couch and walk over to the door, your feet softly padding across the hardwood. “Who is it?” you ask. 

“Who do you think?” Eren replies, a smile in his voice. “I’m here to rob you.” You briefly contemplate leaving the door shut, but you open it anyway. There he stands in his clothes from tonight, holding a bottle of watermelon margarita mix. “I brought some stuff for the occasion.” He slips a Ziploc bag out of his pocket. Inside it are papers, a lighter, and a small baggie of marijuana. 

You stare nervously at the smoke contents and then at him. Noticing your reluctance, Eren frowns. “I’m not gon’ do anythin’, Y/N. I’m not here for none of that…just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He patiently stands there, letting you decide for yourself whether to let him in or not. Finally, against your better judgment, you open your door wider and allow him to step inside, his cologne curling into your nostrils. 

For the next thirty minutes, you and Eren drink and get high as kites. He places his shoes by the door and makes himself at home on your couch before rolling a blunt on your coffee table. You watch his expert fingers roll, twist, and pinch as you sip on a glass of the sweet, tequila-infused margarita mix, becoming drunker and drunker with every sip and suddenly wanting Eren to lick you the way he licks the blunt closed. 

After that, you pass the blunt back and forth between one another, talking about the past and giggling about stupid shit. The tension in the room ebbs as the air becomes thick with the scent of pungent weed and the sound of Daniel Caesar playing from your Amazon Echo sitting in your kitchen. It is as if things never changed between you two. Things are still the same, but better because you’re both adults now. 

Eren sits back into the cushions, puffing on the blunt. “So what happened?” he asks. His teal eyes are slitted and slightly red from the smoke fumes. You know you’re not that much hotter. You feel like you’re falling out of your dress. “He went to work tonight, so I got mad, so we had a public fight.” You shrug, sipping your drink while Eren pulls a disgusted face. “He went to work on Valentine’s Day? I’ve never done that to anyone before.” Smoke billows from between his pierced lips as he passes you the blunt. “How’d you even meet him?” 

You roll your eyes, but tell him anyway as you take a puff of the blunt. The smoke and the alcohol have begun to make you feel looser. So loose that you could lose the dress if you wanted to. “That’s so clichè,” he laughs. “Super corny…but you always did like that cutesy shit. It’s one of the reasons why I loved you so much.” 

You don’t stumble on the L-word like you would’ve if you were sober. “That was a looong time ago,” you chuckle. You go to pass the blunt to him but nearly spill your glass on yourself. “Whoops, careful, baby,” he says, laying a hand on your back to help you. “You nearly spilled that on your couch.” 

You make the mistake of looking at him then and suddenly, you realize just how handsome Eren is: a sharp jawline with an angular-shaped face, soft lips, and intoxicating eyes. He’s so close. His gaze falls to your lips as his Adam’s Apple bobs and it snaps you back into reality. 

“No,” you gasp, pushing yourself away from him. “This was a bad idea. You should go.” you nearly stumble as you stand, but you manage to save yourself. “What?” he asks, confused. “But I just got here. I thought we were talkin’.” 

“We did talk,” you snap, moving to the door. “Now you need to go before…” You stop talking before you say something that will get you in trouble. Instead, you turn the knob to your door, but Eren’s hand stops you. You gasp and turn around, realizing that he somehow transitioned from the couch to you in a few seconds. “Before what?” he pushes. “Before you do somethin’ you know you wanna do?” 

He looms over you, his hand on your wrist, completely in your personal space. “Eren, don’t,” you whisper. “Please leave.” You try to twist yourself away from him, but his other hand holds your waist. “I can’t,” he murmurs. “Not until you admit that I’m what you need. You know you don’t love that guy.” Because you’re so short, he bends his knees slightly to reach you, his lips ghosting your cheek. “He can’t make you feel how I can.” 

He presses a kiss there that electrifies you. Those electric kisses travel down to your neck, sensitive and personal. “Eren,” you weakly moan. “Don’t do this.” You press your hands to his chest, wanting to push him away, but your body is too weak. Too tired. “Don’t push me away, baby,” he sighs. “Don’t deny yourself.” 

And then his lips, soft and slightly cold from lip piercing, are on yours. His kiss is deep. Passionate. Personal. It makes your heart explode and your mind melt into a puddle—not at all how Kaido’s kisses are. They are just as addictive as they were in the past. And so you kiss him back. Your fingers clench his shoulders as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the globes over the fabric. 

“I fucking hate you,” you growl. He smirks against your lips, gently sucking on your bottom lip. 

“No, you don’t,” he replies. And you don’t. You can’t. And you hate that. Despite all of his bullshit, you still love his kiss. His touch. His sex. 

He pulls you close to him, making you feel the bulge pressing against his jeans. You gasp against his lips, a spark of pleasure exploding in your core. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his lips coating your throat. His teeth graze there, leaving little lovebites that you’ll surely cuss him out for later. “Fuck me,” you beg. “And then leave.” 

He pulls away, his eyes ablaze with lust, and slams his mouth against yours again. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?” he mutters against your lips. 

Suddenly, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms are intertwined around his shoulders as he carries you to your bedroom, his footsteps quick in stride. Your tongues swirl and your lips caress one another as you kiss, indulging in each other’s taste and the moans you give and receive. Finally, Eren makes it to your bedroom and slams the door shut with the back of his foot before placing you on the edge of your bed. 

Everything moves in flashes like some kind of movie with scenes missing: your dress comes off; your bra is unclasped and replaced with Eren’s hands massaging and molding your tits; his shirt comes off, exposing his muscles, pierced, tan nipples, and scatterings of tattoos adoring his porcelain skin. His eyes are ablaze with lust as he kneels before you between your thighs, his big hands massaging them. “Lemme see you,” he murmurs. 

Slowly, your knees part, and your pussy is exposed to him. A slow smirk stretches across his lips as he gazes up at you. No panties. You were planning this but Kaido, but you guess your ex works too. “God, I’ve missed this,” he sighs. “Look how wet she is fa’ me.” 

He takes two fingers and swirls them over your clit before moving down over your slit, gentle yet effective. You gasp at the soft contact, pleasure exploding all over your body. “Eren, c’mon,” you whine. “Please.” His gaze darkens, damn near feral, as he opens your legs wider, pinning them apart. “Don’t move,” he demands and then he’s diving down between your thighs. 

One thing about Eren that you always loved is how he eats pussy. He goes crazy with your shit, alternating between long, slow licks and quick lashes against your clit that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. His magical, wet mouth and soft lips suckle on the needy button of your clit, soaking your pussy in his saliva that he slurps back up with no problem or disgust. When his tongue finally dips back between your slit, you nearly lose it. “F-Fuck!” you gasp. “Eren, yes! Go deeper!” 

Your fingers grasp his long, black locks for dear life, pushing him deeper into your pussy. But he manages to look up to give you a cocky smile. “If you’re louder for me, sure.” Smug motherfucker.

He continues to give you long strokes of his tongue, the cold metal of his piercing melting against the hot, wet, spongy walls of your pussy and somehow making everything more sensitive. “Fuck, please!” you sob. “Please, please fuckin’ give it to me!”

Tears soak your lashes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. This feels too good. It’s almost painful. Eren smiles and proceeds to tongue-fuck you, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he dips his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Your moans bounce off of the walls, loud and brazen, unable to be contained. Eren pulls away with a moan as he gazes down at your glittering, sobbing wet pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans against your clit. “She’s mine, isn’t she? Only mine?” 

Smack! “Oh!” you gasp as his hand comes down onto your clit, smacking it hard. “Fuckin’ tell me what I wanna hear,” he growls. “Tell me that this pussy is mine.” Smack! Smack! You buck from the pleasurable sting, nearly cumming from his calloused palm wetly smacking your cunt. 

“I-It’s yours!” you gasp. “It’s yours, Daddy, I swear!” 

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now cum for me so I can finally fuck that mouth.” He goes right back to tonguing you down with a mission, swiping his nose against your clit as he eats you out so good that you see stars. He moves his jaw with every intention of making you cum. “Do it, mama,” he begs, his words slightly muffled by your sticky cunt. “Cum for me. Give it all to me.” 

And you do. You can’t help it. You are controlled by him like a puppet is by her master and with every string he pulls, he makes you gush around his tongue. He greedily moans and laps at all of the cream you give him, gulping it down like a starved man as you moan and call his name to the ceiling, massaging your tits in the throes of your pleasure as you do. 

When you finally calm and your back straightens from its arch, Eren pulls away, his lips shining with your juices. “Missed that shit,” he sighs. “Missed you so much.” He bends down to swoop you up in a deep, messy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself. When he pulls away, he is as feral and demanding as he was before. “Sit up, take off my clothes, and open that pretty mouth up fa’ me.” 

Despite your brain still trying to reboot from that orgasm and your limbs feeling like spaghetti, you still do as he says. You sit up on the bed and allow him to kneel in front of you, his crotch right in your face. He watches as you peel off his pants and underwear while he toes off his socks, soon leaving himself completely naked. You admire his toned muscles, your hands gliding down his stomach to his V-line and muscular thighs. Oh, how you’ve missed his body. 

And how you’ve really missed his cock. He is so hung. So long. So curved, the tip nearly kissing his lower stomach. With a crooked smile, he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock and gently taps it against your chin. Just how you like it. Your jaw falls open and your tongue rolls out, allowing him to tap his head, sticky with pre, against it.

“You remember how I like it, mama?” he asks. “Or do I need to refresh your memory?” 

More or less, you do need a memory jogger. But once he’s got that big, long, beautiful cock in your mouth, you are taken back to your dorm years when you used to bob your head for your life giving him top between free periods. His dick stretches out your mouth just the way you remember as he settles on your tongue, his hips slowly rolling against your chin. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he moans. “Fuckin’ fuck, I’ve missed this pretty mouth.” He peers down at you with those teal eyes, one hand in your hair while the other cascades down between your open thighs. “Wanna take me deeper, ma? Think my fingers will help you?” 

You feel his long fingers prying your pussy lips open and slipping between them to glide along your slit. You moan around Eren’s cock as your pussy pulses and throbs in pleasure, the act somehow making your jaw stretch wider. His fingers then slip into your slippery, velvety-soft pussy while he sinks his cock deep into your throat. “Mmmm!” you moan, the pathetic sound muffled by his cock. 

He grins as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and causing spit to drip down your chin as he fingers you. “That’s it: moan around my cock, baby. I can hear you just fine.” He smirks, curling his fingers upward and making your toes curl as pleasure shocks you to your core. “I can hear somethin’ else too. You’re so fuckin’ wet…” 

You concur, your ears perking at the sound of his fingers squelching inside of your sloppy pussy that just keeps drooling and creaming around his long, inked fingers. His cock is just as drenched in your mouth, making wet sounds every time he plunges into your throat, his balls flush against your chin. Every saccharine moan and grunt that leaves his lips pushes you closer to the edge of another orgasm that ripples on the surface. 

Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to stroke it furiously in your face, entranced by your moans as he finger-fucks you. “E-Eren!” you warn. “Eren, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” 

Suddenly, the pleasure ceases as he slips his fingers, slick with your juices, out of you. “Uh-uh,” he growls. “Not yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He brings his fingers up to your mouth and you obediently suck on them, rolling your tongue around his digits. “I’m not finished with you yet, baby, and I know you’re not finished with me.” 

He takes you and tosses you back onto the bed, making you bounce against the mattress. Then he is yanking you close by your ankles and hiking your thighs up over his hips, your pretty toes contrasting with his lighter skin tone. “After all, I’ve gotta remind you who fucks you the best. Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why. ”

He gives you a shit-eating smile before he takes his cock and– 

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, your eyes blown and your mouth agape. As soon as he is inside of you, stretching you, bottoming out in your pussy, you feel like you’re soaring and flying through the heavens. The ecstasy is monumental, opening up your senses in a way where you feel like you were just bit by a radioactive spider. You can taste the sweat on Eren’s tongue; hear every ragged breath he takes as he pumps himself into you; see every vein pulse in his pecs and neck; feel his body throb as you grip his forearms, pectorales, and shoulders. 

He stares deep into your eyes as he drills your cunt into the bed, giving you deep, long strokes that make your toes curl and your body writhe in need for more. “And who fucks you the best?” he breathlessly asks. His hand snatches out to grab your throat, massaging it in time with his strokes. “Say it to me nice an’ clear, baby. Tell Daddy who owns you.” 

He squeezes your throat a little harder, applying extra pressure to intensify the pleasure you’re swimming in. “You!” you loudly sob. “You do, Daddy! Fuck, just like that, Eren! Please keep fucking me just like that!” You would gladly tell him anything for him to keep fucking you so good. Fat tears soak your lashes sticky with ruined mascara as moans, whimpers, and gasps pass your lips wiped clean of lipgloss. 

Eren gives you that very Eren grin–cocky and prideful. Because he knows he’s killing that shit. He releases your throat and applies both hands beside your head to give himself support before thrusting a little faster, his hips rolling in a way that makes his pelvis brush against your clit. “Just like this?” he teases, his hair and chain tickling your face. “Is that good for you, babe?” 

You can’t even answer him. The entire English language has been wiped clean from your brain. All because of his cock. His sex. His everything. The way sounds he makes, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours pull you over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, making your eyes flutter shut and your jaw grow slack. “Cum for me,” he demands. “C’mon, baby, do it again. Gimme that fuckin’ cum.” 

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed as if he is trying to win an award doing so. The award is your orgasm which is explosive and intense. “OH!” you shout as you unravel around Eren’s cock. Your moans are loud and desperate as your pussy squeezes around the cock inside of you, your walls clenching and pulsing, giving Eren a hard time trying to hold himself back from a nut. 

But not yet. He can’t leave this here. His face flushed and his hair in his face, he pulls his slick cock out of you as you buck and twitch from your orgasm. “Not done,” he growls. “Not done with you yet.” 

Suddenly, as quick as a flash, you are on your stomach and Eren is behind you, forcing you onto your hands and knees. Your arms feel like jelly, so all you can do is press your face into the bed as your ass is hiked up for him. He gives it a couple of harsh smacks–Smack! Smack! Smack!–before his cock is slowly sinking back inside of you. “E-Eren, wait!” you squeak. “I’m t-too sensitive!” 

His laugh is breathless and enraging. He loves seeing you in agony. “Don’t worry: I won’t go fast.” He presses kisses to your back as he begins to slowly roll his hips into your ass. “Just relax for me, mama. You’re in good hands.” 

And then plap-plap-plap go the sounds in the room as he fucks you from behind. Your ass jiggles and claps against his thighs as he gives you deep thrusts that make your pussy melt around him and your clit excitedly jump from the stimulation. “Eren,” you whimper. “Please, please, please!” 

Evidently, you’re louder than you thought you were, causing Eren to tut. “You’re so loud, baby…I’ll have to fix that.” He yanks you up and his hand pushes your face to turn to the side, allowing him to give you a deep kiss that steals all of the air out of your lungs just as his cock does. “That’s it,” he coos. “Just enjoy this for me, baby. Lemme give you what you need.” 

Then you’re back onto the bed, your face in the mattress and your moans swallowed by the sheets as the man above you fucks you absolutely dumb. You don’t know which way is up and which is down. The world spins around you, dizzying yet intoxicating, the sex you’re receiving turning you inside out. 

“So slutty,” Eren chuckles above you, rolling his hips as he sinks his cock deep inside of your wet, heavenly hole. “Just listen to all the sounds you’re makin’ for me. Bet your man couldn’t make you sound like this.” He leans down to press himself fully against you, his pelvis brushing against your ass. “Y’know, I never forgot about you,” he whispers. “I never stopped lovin’ you, Y/N.”

His soft lips begin to caress your neck and shoulders before he picks both himself and you up, giving himself a chance to prop his leg up. The new position leaves you a moaning, sobbing mess, your pussy suddenly having no choice in the matter of cumming again. You grab the sheets so tight that your knuckles turn white as you feel your third orgasm cresting. “Eren,” you moan. “Oh, fuck, m’gonna…gonna…!” 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this dick again, huh?” He wrenches your head back with his hand on your chin. “Then tell me that you love me. Tell me you love it when I fuck you.” 

“I-I…” Your mind is moving a million miles a second, the pleasure leaving a thick fog in front of your sense of reality. You know you shouldn’t, but the way Eren fucks you is too good to resist telling him anything he doesn’t wish to hear: “I love you,” you whisper, the forbidden words passing your lips. “I love you so much, Daddy! I love it when you fuck me! You do it so good!” 

You feel him smile against your cheek, his other hand gripping your ass as you begin to furiously rub at your clit, your fingers slipping and sliding along the rosebud. “Now tell me that you’re gonna leave that asshat for me.” 

The fog clears a bit and it is enough for you to process what he just said. “W-What?” you stammer. “Eren–” 

He roughly bends you over, cutting you off, and gives your ass a harsh smack that sends your clit into a frenzy. “Say it,” he orders. “Say it and I’ll let you cum. Tell me you’re gonna break up with him as soon as tonight is over.” Harder. Faster. His thrusts grow more intense than ever, making it a point to make you so insane and so desperate that you fall apart at the seams. 

“Say it!” he bellows. “Fuckin’ say it!” 

Tears soak the sheets and officially ruin your makeup as your self-control leaves you. You know that you are about to commit the ultimate betrayal just to get your nut. “I’ll leave!” you sob. “I’ll leave him for you, Daddy! I love you so, so much!” 

The laugh that leaves Eren’s mouth is evil, damn near entering villain territory. “I love you too, baby,” he laughs. “Now cum for me like a good girl.” All it takes is a few more of those luscious, mind-blowing thrusts until you are cumming uncontrollably around his cock once more, screaming into the bed as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. 

Eren moves faster, fucking your cum-soaked pussy with vigor to chase his own high, massaging and palming your ass as he does. He then pulls himself out of you and furiously strokes his dick against your butt, the sounds of his hand stroking his wet cock drifting in the air. “Fuck, fuck!” he grunts before he lets out a series of luscious moans as ropes of cum spurt from his cock and onto your asscheeks. 

You tiredly whimper as you feel warm spurts of his spunk hit your skin, signaling the end for the both of you. Your body and pussy throb in tandem from the session, your skin soaked in sweat, the air heedy with the scent of sex. Eren raggedly exhales and collapses next to you onto his stomach. His hand slides across your back, running gently down your spine. “That’s my sexy fuckin’ baby,” he coos. 

You can’t say anything back. Exhaustion has taken over and suddenly, so has sleep. You don’t make a fuss as Eren pulls you up the bed and helps you under the covers, the cool sheets settling across your damp skin. You feel his body next to yours, the scent of his sweat and cologne filling your nostrils. Your cheek rests against his chest as his hand tangles in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Sleep now. I’ll be seein’ you soon.” 

You don’t answer because sleep has made her arrival and has swept you away to quiet and serene nothingness. 

When you awaken the next morning to the winter sun pouring in through your bedroom window, you are alone. The bed is made and your dress is neatly folded at your feet. It is as if nothing happened last night and you slept alone. 

But the delicious ache in your body tells you differently. And the note sitting by your lamp along with a glass of orange juice and an Aspirin definitely tells you differently. 

With your head clearing from the sleep and the reality of your horrible situation hitting you (along with a hangover), you pick up the note and read Eren’s messy handwriting: 

Thanks for last night. Hit me up again soon. xxxx 

-Love Always, Your Best

Putting the note down, you grab your house phone from the nightstand and dial Kaido’s number. It is the one thought you have to do first to start your morning. Not stretching. Not getting a glass of water. Not showering or brushing your teeth or contemplating whether or not to kill yourself because you slept with your toxic ex-boyfriend. 

Instead, you face reality head-on like a real bitch as Kaido’s voicemail enters your eardrum: “Hi, this is Kaido Ashida! I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!” 

Beep. Your mouth opens. “Kaido,” you automatically say. “Hi…it’s me. I think we need to talk after last night.” 

And then the guilt sets in as you stare down at Eren’s note, your body teeming for another night with him soon. “I don’t think this is gonna work,” you sigh. 

THE END.

[motthe]

hiii !! just read like ,, a BUNCH of ur lumen au stuff ,,,, truly i am brainrotted now because i'm just thinking of so many different scenarios involving the lumens and i am just . EXCITED !!! its SUCHHHH a good concept im a big big sucker for soulmate stuff ,,,,

i was just wondering how you feel about jayvik x reader ,,,, TWO lumens ,,,,,,,, idk if you write for anything poly or not, but id love to hear your thoughts on it !!! either through headcanons or a ficlet, whichever you feel like :]

my first viktor x reader x jayce piece i’ve ever written… wait is this my first poly drabble?? it might be actually! i hope it’s fun to read ♥️

warnings: fem!reader, slight negative feelings of not being good enough, but overall fluff!!!

The scientific jargon that came with having not one but both of your fated being inventors was overwhelming. The words they tossed around became an entire other language since you’d all gotten closer. It left you feeling unbearably empty-headed, wondering why the universe would bond you to such intelligent men.

They were already changing an entire city with their ideas, and you would bet the world would soon bear their mark as well. In comparison, you were a meager artist making ends meet at festivals and street corners. Sure, maybe your work could be seen on a few shop signs or covering a wall or two in a cafe, but that was as famous as you’d ever be—a stranger to the passing eye.

“We need to widen the cylindrical chamber, maybe add an exhaust pipe to help with the cooldown.”

Jayce’s voice slipped through your head, smooth and confident and making no sense. You’d gotten rather good and tuning out the meat of the conversations, only recognizing the tones and emotions.

The heavy, warm accent of Viktor’s replied, swirling in the back of your mind as your pencil swiped over the heavy parchment against your thighs.

Recently, they’d begun inviting you to their lab to spend your free time in their company. There were two desks to choose from, though they were usually piled high with blueprints or notes. Jayce had moved a couch into the space for your comfort, placed in the corner and under a window, well away from any dangerous work they had their hands on, though they usually took anything too precarious into another portion of the building.

Their assistant, Sky, was in and out, always double-checking if you needed anything. She was a kind young woman, curly hair and glasses and a smile that made anyone feel at home. She brought you your own coffee and snacks, promising it was no trouble since she was already bringing them to Viktor and Jayce, anyway.

“You actually eat them,” she chuckled. “Jayce will if he notices they’re there, but it’s a long shot most days.”

You understood what she meant, seeing how focused the men became on their gadgets and studies. You’re sure if you got up and left they wouldn’t notice for a good, long while.

Today was one of those days, though there was peace in your private little corner as you sketched away. You squinted over the top of your sketchbook, skimming the outline of Viktor’s goggles pressed into his thick, winding hair and quickly adding the little licks of tresses to the paper before he was moving again.

You switched targets, taking in Jayce’s side profile and adding a bit more depth to his eyebrow and under eye.

Taking a moment to look between both drawings, you were hit with their beauty once more.

Jayce was deemed the academy’s “pretty boy,” with his strong jaw and perfect smile. He was a clean cut handsome, peak health and built with broad shoulders. He knew how to use those looks to his advantage.

On the other end was Viktor. He was a haunting beauty, sleek and angular. If he had the same charisma with speaking to the masses as Jayce did, that accent would gain him more than a fair share of admirers, but his confidence and skills lied elsewhere. He had a sharp eye and wore his emotions rather loudly on his face.

Where Jayce had faint lines from how much he smiled, Viktor had a feather soft crease between his brows from how often he furrowed them. Where the golden boy’s hands were always warm, his partner’s was cold. They made such gorgeous opposites, yet they held so many comparisons in mannerisms when it came to their shared hobbies and passions.

It was safe to say you adored them and their intricacies.

Taking a slow, deep breath you checked both shoulders before moving the tuft of black in your periphery into your hand. Gold shimmered between the dark mass that made up Jayce’s lumen, settling deeper into your palm as you raised your arms and stretched.

When you moved your drawing pad to the side, you spotted Viktor’s wedged between the apex of your thighs. Swallowing your gasp, you scooped it up, praying it hadn’t been smushed the entire time.

“When did you get there?” you whispered, rubbing your pointer finger into the tawny fuzz of his light. His lumen had always had a bit more give to it, leaving it to wedge itself under your leg or your shirt collar. Viktor’s preferred to be as close as possible to you, even if it left his lumen squished.

Jayce’s lumen was firmer, still soft but in a velveteen sort of sensation. It was bigger, taking up a good portion of your palm. Now your second month with it, you’d learned if it wasn’t on one of your shoulders, it was likely circling your head. His never went far either.

You wondered if you’d received Jayce’s lumen first, if it would have more of an attachment to you. As it stood, you’d had Viktor’s since you were young while he’d held Jayce’s and Jayce yours. The three of you being tied together had become quite the story as there went many outward poly fateds in Piltover, but luckily the gawking had passed after the first handful of weeks.

It was only a few days ago that Viktor confessed he’d been rather confused when he’d met Jayce and the lumens had flashed against one another.

“There were no similarities,” he’d explained, holding up one long, thin finger for your lumen to rest on as it hovered in front of him. The three of you were cozied up in your lackluster apartment—a studio more than a bedroom but it had a nice pullout couch and plenty of blankets to rest on in front of your heater. “Jayce was ecstatic, of course, but I was ruminating over your lumen when we first met.”

“I thought he hated me,” Jayce had murmured, breath warm against your ear as you laughed.

“I did not hate you,” huffed Viktor on your other side, rolling his eyes as he dropped his hand, your lumen resting within. “I wasn’t aware we had a third, yet—it was puzzling.”

“I had to explain it to him,” Jayce chuckled. “One of my old friends was in a poly.”

“And, then, he was even more ecstatic,” Viktor sighed but there was affection in it. “I thought you’d follow him home some nights.”

“And leave you all by yourself?” You laid your head on his shoulder, grinning as his eyes fled. It was still so early into the relationship, and he grew flustered with physical affection whereas Jayce sought it every chance. “I’d never.”

“It’s better now, we’re all together,” Jayce hummed, lowering to lay his head in your lap. You brushed your hand through his hair, smiling as his lumen lit up in Viktor’s lap.

“Yes,” Viktor had agreed, careful as he laid his head against yours. “It all feels…complete.”

Your chest warmed at the memory as you held both of their lumens in your hands, giving a fleeting kiss to each. Viktor’s snuggled happily into your palm while Jayce’s pulsed a happy gold before flying off, likely to check in with Viktor.

As your eyes lifted to follow its journey, you jumped when you found Jayce smiling from a few feet away by his desk. He seemed to be shuffling through some papers. Your lumen floated just nice his head, twinkling in the sunlight that shone through the windows behind you.

“Didn’t see you there,” you said, stretching your legs out before standing. Viktor’s lumen left your hand, keeping close to your neck.

“I hope you’re not bored.” He opened an arm up and you approached. You still grew giddy with any chance to be wrapped in his embrace, quick to accept the invitation.

“I like spending time here with you both,” you assured, giggling as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “Gives me plenty of practice.”

His eyes lit up, one of those dark eyebrows lifting. “Oh?”

“I know what you’re about to ask—”

“Please?” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “I wanna see.”

“They’re just rough sketches!” you laughed, pushing against his chest.

“C’mon, I bet they’re great! I’m sure Viktor wants to see them, too.”

You shook your head, a mess of giggles as he wrapped both arms around you and slowly edged his way towards the couch.

“Did someone call my name?” asked Viktor, turning from the machine he was working on. A torch was in his hand but luckily still off for the time being. Jayce’s lumen was sitting on his knee.

“Viktor tell her you want to see her art!” Jayce goaded.

“Tell him he needs to wait for a real piece,” you threw back, wrinkling your nose at him as he stuck his tongue out.

“You’ve been drawing us?” Viktor’s voice seeped with awe and innocent curiosity. “May we see?”

Jayce bounced his eyebrows at you, all too smug. “Told you.”

“Fine—fine!” you sighed, throwing your hands up and wiggling out of his hold as you went to grab your canvas notebook. “Don’t gripe when you see your half-finished faces.”

The tap of Viktor’s crutch intermingled with Jayce’s footsteps as they met you by the couch. As you handed over your work, Viktor was the one to accept it as Jace stood over him. Both their eyes went wide at the current page and your hand went straight to your arm as you shuffled in place.

“Those are just warmups, so…”

“Warmups?” Jayce breathed, looking up from the notebook. “These are amazing!”

“I have to agree, the detail is astounding,” Viktor hummed, looking to turn back a page. He caught your eyes before he did. “Is this all right? Tell us if we’re overstepping.”

“No, it’s okay! I’m used to people watching me draw on the street, it’s just… I don’t know.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up as Viktor’s lumen rubbed against your neck. Jayce’s was just settling on your shoulder again. “I care about what you guys think. It’s not anything big like you do, but…”

“Big?” Jayce echoed, both of their sights set on you.

“Well, it’s not as important as what you both do is what I mean.”

“Of course it’s important,” Viktor argued, expression stern.

“But it’s art!” you laughed, waving off the sudden seriousness growing from them. “It’s helping a bunch of people like your creations do. That’s much more important.”

“Art is just as, if not more, important,” he continued, passing the notebook to Jayce. “We are helping people in different ways, but do not do yourself the disservice and think what you create is anything less than what we do.”

“He’s right,” Jayce agreed, holding up your work. “This? This speaks to people. Your work can bring life to a room and lets people save a special moment in time.”

“Okay, don’t butter me up so much or I’ll melt!” you squeaked, too embarrassed to look at them as they chuckled and continued flipping through your sketches. It wasn’t long before the three of you were on the couch, both of them pointing out their favorites.

“Is my hair truly that messy?” Viktor grumbled, raising a hand to it. “Perhaps I should cut it.”

“No, I like it,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “You twirl it when you’re thinking! It’s so sweet.”

He blinked at you. “I do?”

Jayce whistled and you turned and gasped, completely forgetting the drawing you’d done of him in the forge. It was more from memory so your imagination had left it a bit more detailed than the rest.

“Okay, that’s enough!”

You swiped for the book, shutting it as Jayce laughed. Viktor rolled his eyes, smirking as he nudged your shoulder.

“Should I be worried of any scandalous pieces of me in there?”

You pouted, holding the notebook tighter to your chest.

“Oh?” Jayce breathed. “She didn’t say no!”

“You two are the worst!” you groaned, unable to help yourself from smiling as they both laughed in tandem.

[explorastro]

THE placements of astrologers :

The capacities of reading a birth chart are mercurial because you translate a language to another that is celestial, predictive techniques are for jupiterians because the future has no limits. Retrospective astrology, or study history with an astrological point of view is lunar, like we take to the collective memory for adding a new intuitive and synchronous perspective with the planets and stars. Saturn helps to develop your type of astrology with a structure of interpretation that matches your vision of things, vision of things linked to the Sun. Mars is the searcher of truths when Jupiter believes, Mars deepen to the abyss of everything, it’s the skills learner, the achievement after years of studying. Uranus, Neptune and Pluto are collective psychology, patterns and events, so astrology of the world’s events. Venus is what is cherished and loved, like places in the world, so astrocartography is venusian in its essence, finding the better place to enjoy your life..

The placements that predispose to be a good reader of birth charts :

Sun conjunct Mercury

Mercury in Virgo/Gemini/Aquarius/Libra

Mercury aspecting nodes

Mercury in the third decan

Mercury in 1st, 3rd, 7th, 10th and 11th houses

Mercury aspecting LoF or LoS

Those that predispose to be a good predictive astrologer :

Jupiter in Sagittarius/Pisces/Cancer

Sun conjunct Jupiter

Moon aspecting Jupiter

Jupiter aspecting nodes

Jupiter in 1st, 5th, 7th, 10th, 11th, 12th houses

Jupiter in the third decan

Jupiter aspecting outer planets

Jupiter aspecting LoF or LoS

Those that predispose to be a good historical astrologer :

Sun aspecting the Moon

Moon in Cancer and Taurus

Moon in 1st, 4th and 10th houses

Moon aspecting outer planets

Moon aspecting LoF or LoS

Moon in the third decan

Moon aspecting the nodes

Those that predispose to be a good mundane astrologer :

Sun conjunct outer planets

Moon aspecting outer planets

Nodes aspecting outer planets

Outer planets in angular houses

Outer planets in theirs domiciled signs

Outer planets aspecting the LoF or LoS

Outer planets in the third decan

And for the placements that predispose to be a good astrocartographer :

Sun conjunct Venus

Venus in Taurus/Libra and Pisces

Venus in 1st, 2nd, 4th, 7th, 9th, 10th and 12th houses

Venus in third decan

Venus aspecting Jupiter or Moon

Venus aspecting nodes, LoF or LoS

Conclusion : if you have Mercury/Jupiter and Moon in triple aspects you have the potential to success in every fields of astrology, past, present and future. Outer planets talk to the collective, so if you have one of them dominant in your chart, that help you to be a good mundane astrologer. For astrocartography, Venus teach us to go where things are aligned to have a good, pleasurable and happy life. Lot of Fortune, Lot of Spirit, the Nodes, Sun, houses, signs and decans can deepening the predestination of your relationship to astrology and to know what type of astrology is more predisposed to talk to you. Enjoy the cosmic course !

[codingquill]

Essentials You Need to Become a Web Developer

HTML, CSS, and JavaScript Mastery

Text Editor/Integrated Development Environment (IDE): Popular choices include Visual Studio Code, Sublime Text.

Version Control/Git: Platforms like GitHub, GitLab, and Bitbucket allow you to track changes, collaborate with others, and contribute to open-source projects.

Responsive Web Design Skills: Learn CSS frameworks like Bootstrap or Flexbox and master media queries

Understanding of Web Browsers: Familiarize yourself with browser developer tools for debugging and testing your code.

Front-End Frameworks: for example : React, Angular, or Vue.js are powerful tools for building dynamic and interactive web applications.

Back-End Development Skills: Understanding server-side programming languages (e.g., Node.js, Python, Ruby , php) and databases (e.g., MySQL, MongoDB)

Web Hosting and Deployment Knowledge: Platforms like Heroku, Vercel , Netlify, or AWS can help simplify this process.

Basic DevOps and CI/CD Understanding

Soft Skills and Problem-Solving: Effective communication, teamwork, and problem-solving skills

Confidence in Yourself: Confidence is a powerful asset. Believe in your abilities, and don't be afraid to take on challenging projects. The more you trust yourself, the more you'll be able to tackle complex coding tasks and overcome obstacles with determination.

[nyxs2]

Ma Meilleure Ennemie (pt 9/?)

There is a monster inside all of us. Whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, you are no exception.

Silco x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 5,7K

Warnings: blood and violence, graphic violence, slight hints of reader's past, murder, description of deaths, delusions about dead people, attempted murder, threats, torture, kidnapping, canon-typical Silco violence, Silco POV

Set before the events of Act 2 of the first season of Arcane.

This chapter contains graphic descriptions of violence, proceed at your own risk.

Part 8

Silco's Pov ━━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━━ The cigar smoke rose lazily, forming an opaque veil that clung to the low ceiling of the room. The lack of ventilation made the air heavy, saturated with the acrid scent of tobacco that seemed to seep into the walls, the wooden floor, and even the skin of anyone present. But no one complained. Complaining would be an act of stupidity. And in front of Silco, during those moments when he sat in silence, his expression neutral and molded by an unsettling self-control, the last thing anyone wanted was to test the limits of that man.

The cigar was the only thing that moved in his hands as his eyes remained fixed on the man before him. Tied to a chair, the unfortunate soul was unconscious, his pale face betraying significant blood loss but still alive — for now.

He took a slow drag from the cigar, the orange glow of the ember briefly illuminating his angular face. It was ironic, he thought. He, a man who had always taken what he desired, now found himself on the opposite side, dealing with the fact that someone had dared to steal from him. The thought almost made him smile, but there was no humor in his expression — only disdain.

Sevika had been efficient in her work, as always. The bodies in the apartment were identified as mercenaries, but that only raised more questions. Who had hired them? It didn't seem to be any of the chem-barons. Even in their arrogance and stupidity, they knew that challenging Silco was tantamount to signing their own death warrant. Besides, it wasn't their style; the barons preferred silent intrigues, subtle manipulations that maintained the facade of loyalty while they schemed in the shadows.

Perhaps it was a smaller player, some aspiring crime boss in Zaun trying to prove himself. Silco knew the type well — men desperate to gain relevance in a world that ignored them. And yet, something didn't add up. The operation seemed too specific. Calculated.

He took another drag, exhaling the smoke in a long breath as he considered another possibility. What if it wasn't about him? What if the target was her?

The thought bothered him more than it should. Absurdly, it didn't seem impossible — not after what he'd seen. She clearly had enough skill to survive an assassination attempt. Even so, it was hard to imagine anyone having a reason to pursue her so persistently. She had always seemed like someone who avoided major trouble, who preferred to stay out of the spotlight — until she met him. But Silco knew that life was rarely so simple.

He recalled something she had said once, with that firm tone and a gaze that seemed to pierce through his soul: "Men have this pathetic need to turn anything they desire into property." At the time, he had dismissed it as a generic comment, a reflection of her natural sarcasm. Now, the words felt different. Perhaps they made more sense than he cared to admit.

Men like him understood that need all too well. He was a living example of it.

Silco allowed a faint, cynical smile to curve his lips for a moment. "Property." It was almost ironic to apply that word to their relationship now, though technically, it wasn't wrong.

Perhaps the one who orchestrated this was someone who viewed her that way — someone who couldn't accept that she had retired from working at the brothel. An old client, perhaps, someone who couldn't stomach being discarded.

Silco took one last drag from his cigar before extinguishing it beneath the sole of his boot. The ember hissed faintly as it died out, but the air around him remained thick with tension and the promise of violence. He stood slowly, his movements deliberate, almost lazy, as his sharp eyes focused on the man tied to the chair.

Silco had dealt with situations like this before — collateral damage and potential problems eliminated before they became real threats. He had cleaned up the loose ends, eradicated clients he deemed problematic, all without her knowledge. To her, Silco was simply the man with Kate's blood on his hands, nothing more. In truth, there was much more, but he preferred his dove to remain in ignorance. Some truths were simply too inconvenient to be revealed.

The thought brought a brief flicker of satisfaction. She would never know. The deaths were a small price to pay to keep her safe — or at least, to keep her his, where she belonged.

"Wake him."

The command came out low but laced with authority. Sevika didn't hesitate for a second. She stepped toward the man with firm strides, her expression impassive, and delivered a sharp slap across his face. The sound of the impact echoed in the small space, followed by a muffled groan. The unfortunate soul's eyes flew open in a jolt, his breathing rapid and disoriented as he tried to grasp where he was. He struggled, pulling at his arms and legs, but quickly realized the bindings that held him to the chair. Only then did his gaze land on Silco.

Ah, that moment. Silco lived for moments like this. He saw the recognition in the man's face, followed by an overwhelming fear he couldn't hide. The wide eyes, the slight tremor in his hands. It was almost comedic, if it weren't so predictable.

The man swallowed hard, the sound audible even in the silence of the room. Oh, he knew. He knew exactly who he was dealing with, and the panic emanating from him was almost tangible. Silco stepped forward, the sound of his boots on the wooden floor marking each second, each frantic heartbeat of the man.

For a brief moment, the prisoner seemed to falter, as if calculating his chances of survival. Perhaps he would have preferred to die at her hands—the woman who nearly killed him. At least she might have granted him the mercy of a quick death. But Silco wasn't so generous. There was no honor in what he would do.

"So." Silco began, his voice low and deliberate, carrying a calm that was as deadly as any weapon. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes assessing the man as if he were something unworthy of even breathing. "Who sent you?"

The man opened his mouth, hesitant. "I... I don't know. I was paid, that's all. Just a simple job, you understand?"

Silco let an uncomfortable silence linger between them, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the man with an overwhelming intensity. Then he turned his back on him, walking to a nearby table. His gloved fingers picked up his dagger, spinning it between them in a gesture that seemed distracted but was far from casual.

"That was the wrong answer." Silco turned his head slightly toward Sevika, a small but sufficient gesture. "Teach him the value of better answers."

Sevika smirked, that sly grin laden with sarcasm and anticipation. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and delivered a sharp punch to the man's stomach. The impact was brutal, forcing the air from his lungs in a groan of pain. He doubled over in the chair, restrained by the bindings, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, I didn't say to kill him, Sevika." Silco remarked casually, sitting back down with the dagger still in hand. He adjusted his jacket calmly, his eyes fixed on the man. "We still need him functional. For now."

"Of course, boss." Sevika responded automatically, but Silco could detect the faint amusement in her tone. She stepped back, standing like a shadow at his back.

The man was desperately gasping for air, coughing out broken words. "I swear... I don't know anything! I was just paid to... to take her... to the bridge. That's it. I didn't even know what they were going to do with the girl after I got paid."

Silco raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Take her to the bridge? Then who paid you?"

"I don't know!" the man cried, the desperation clear in his voice. "It was just... just a middleman. Some guy. I swear!"

Silco tilted his head again, his gaze cold and methodical, like a scientist examining a failed experiment. He sighed, as though lamenting the effort he was about to expend. "Sevika."

Before he had even finished speaking, Sevika was back in action. She grabbed the man's arm, twisting it until he screamed again. The sound was deafening, but Silco showed no reaction, waiting patiently for the man to stop yelling.

"Last chance." Silco said, his tone so calm it was almost a whisper. "If you keep giving me useless answers, I'll start to think your life isn't worth much. And Sevika isn't known for her patience."

"I... I don't know his name!" the man sobbed, his face drenched in sweat. "But... but he had a Piltover accent. He was... too refined to be in Zaun. He gave me a sack of coins and said to make sure she... that she was delivered alive."

The silence that followed was long. Silco allowed the words to hang in the air, a small curve forming on his lips. "Now we're getting somewhere. Continue."

The man hesitated, his lips trembling and his eyes darting nervously between Silco and Sevika. "He... he mentioned something about... a recoil. Said it would be the only time she'd be vulnerable."

"Recoil?" Silco repeated, each syllable laced with curiosity and threat. "Explain."

"I... I'm not sure!" the man hurried to reply, his voice trembling, barely audible. "He said we'd have to... sacrifice some men. That she... that she'd only let her guard down if forced. Something about creating a distraction. That's all he said, I swear!"

Silco allowed himself a moment of reflection. It confirmed something he'd suspected but hadn't been certain of until now. He had found who he'd been searching for years ago, though he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this newfound certainty. Running his thumb along the edge of the dagger, he appeared deep in thought before looking up again.

"A plan this specific for what should've been a simple capture. Why?"

"I... I don't know!" the man whimpered, shaking his head in denial. "I swear, I don't know! They just told me to follow the plan. They didn't give me any explanations!"

"Wrong answer." Silco pronounced the words with a chilling coldness that made the man flinch before Sevika even moved.

Sevika, in her usual efficient manner, pulled a short knife from her belt and pressed the blade against the side of the man's arm. Not cutting him immediately, but making the threat tangible. "Perhaps this will refresh your memory." Silco commented, nodding toward Sevika. She pressed the knife hard enough for blood to begin seeping out, slow but visible.

The man cried out, his resistance shattering like glass under a hammer. "Please! Please! All I know is he said... she had a weakness! Something about... about her only holding out for ten seconds before retreating. I don't know what that means, I swear on my life!"

Silco narrowed his eyes, taking in every word. He knew there was a thread of truth in what the man said, but he also knew much more remained concealed. Slowly, he rose to his feet, the dagger firm in his grip.

"You're running out of usefulness." Silco remarked, his tone indifferent. He turned to Sevika. "Make him remember more details. I'm sure there's something buried in his memory."

Sevika smirked, that cruel, predatory smile that always preceded more pain. She sheathed her knife and grabbed the man's hand. Before he could protest, she twisted his fingers at an unnatural angle, the sharp crack echoing through the room as his scream filled the air.

"SHE'S A MONSTER!" he bellowed, pain and fear twisting every word. The declaration hung in the air, but Silco showed no immediate reaction. He simply stood there, motionless, dagger in hand, his eyes fixed on the man as if deciding his fate at that very moment. "And they want her back. At any cost!"

Silco's gaze narrowed. He raised a hand — a simple gesture that made Sevika step back, though she remained alert, her eyes locked on the man like a guard dog awaiting its next command. The silence Silco let fall over the room was calculated, suffocating. He advanced slowly, each step echoing against the old wooden floor. When he finally stopped in front of the man, he leaned in until their faces were nearly level.

"A monster, you say?" Silco paused torturously long. "Interesting choice of words."

"Please..." the man choked, trying to beg for mercy, but his dry throat made the words difficult. Silco tilted his head slightly, almost as if in childlike curiosity.

"Why don't you tell me where she is now? Where exactly was this 'monster' taken?"

The hesitation in the man's eyes was fleeting. The physical pain and overwhelming fear rendered him incapable of holding out any longer. He took a deep, shuddering breath before letting the words spill out as though each one was a confession of guilt. "A warehouse... still in Zaun... near the bridge. It's used as storage for a fireworks shop. Blue building." he paused for a moment, his eyes wide as if bracing for another blow from Sevika. "The delivery... is at dawn."

Silco remained silent, analyzing every word. He could detect lies with ease, and the man's desperation seemed genuine. He nodded slowly, straightening himself with an elegance that made the entire interrogation seem like a mere inconvenience to his night.

"Sevika." the mention of her name was all it took for her to step forward again. "Gather the men for a raid."

"Understood." Sevika replied with a curt nod, her gaze lingering on the man for a second longer, as though he were already a corpse, before she left the room. The door creaked as it shut, leaving Silco and the prisoner alone.

The man breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling erratically. His eyes, still wide with fear, briefly flickered with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, he had said enough to be spared.

"You've been very... cooperative." Silco's voice came as a murmur, low, calm, but laden with something the man couldn't immediately identify as Silco straightened to his full height. "Indeed, you've saved me time and resources. For that, I thank you."

"So... so I can go?" the prisoner asked, his voice trembling but tinged with foolish optimism.

Silco tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question. He took another step forward, the tips of his shoes aligning with the congealed blood on the floor. "Of course." he said, almost in a whisper. "You're free, in a manner of speaking."

It was swift — so swift the man didn't have time to react. In one almost elegant motion, with the precision of a surgeon, the dagger Silco still held was plunged into the man's throat, precisely where it had struck before. The sound that escaped the prisoner was a mix of choking and gurgling as blood filled his trachea. He began to struggle futilely against the ropes binding him. The flicker of hope in his eyes was replaced by sheer terror and, finally, inevitable acceptance.

Silco gripped the dagger's hilt firmly, pushing it a bit deeper as he tilted his head to observe the man drowning in his own blood. He didn't look away for even a second, as though he were studying the process of his death with an almost academic interest. When the man finally stopped moving, Silco withdrew the dagger in one clean, precise motion. He gazed at the blood-soaked blade for a moment, as if assessing its effectiveness, before meticulously wiping it on the dead man's jacket.

"A monster..."

He repeated the man's earlier words about her, his voice a near-inaudible whisper. He allowed the silence to fill the room once more, the sound of blood dripping from the chair to the floor the only noise breaking the stillness.

"There's a monster inside all of us." ━━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━━

[...]

It was raining.

An intense storm, the kind that even sent the rats scurrying for shelter. But there you were, standing in the middle of the bridge, staring at the raging river thrashing against its banks as if it wanted to break free. The sound of raindrops hitting the metal around you was constant, almost deafening, yet it didn't stop you from hearing the footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, as if their owner knew there was no need to rush. Soon, the drops of rain falling on you ceased, replaced by a different sound: the faint patter of droplets striking fabric and rusted metal.

An old, crooked umbrella hovered over your head.

"You're going to catch a cold like this." came Vander's deep voice, calm but laced with an implicit concern. He held the umbrella firmly toward you, letting the rain drench his shoulders and arms without hesitation.

You glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow. "How did you know I'd be here?"

"You're pretty predictable." he replied with that half-smile that always seemed to shoulder the weight of the world. A soft laugh escaped you, almost involuntarily, before you turned your face toward him. Despite the smile, Vander's eyes were heavy with worry. He always wore that expression around you, as if it were his duty to carry the burdens you preferred to hide.

"How's Violet?" you asked, changing the subject. "I heard she got into a fight."

"She's fine. Just a black eye. Nothing she can't handle."

"Did she win?"

"What do you think?" his tone carried a mix of pride and frustration. So typical of him. Then he let out a low chuckle, clearly trying to suppress a smile.

"You shouldn't have taught her that hook, Vander. The kid's a little fighter." you gave him a light slap on the shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie. "Give her a pair of gloves, and she'll solve half the Lanes' problems with her fists."

Vander made a visible grimace at your suggestion, as if your words had hit him in a way he didn't like. You knew exactly why. Ever since he'd taken on the role of Zaun's leader and protector, Vander had clung to the idea that peace was the only viable path. He'd left his fighting days behind and was trying, with all his might, to keep others from following the same path he once had.

You understood that. Respected it. 

But it wasn't your way. 

It never would be.

They didn't make you for peace.

"That's not how things should be solved." he said, his voice low but firm, like a father's. "Peace imposed by force crumbles in mere days."

Without a word, you took the umbrella from his hand. You didn't ask for permission, and he didn't resist. Yet instead of using it for yourself, you pushed it back toward him, letting the rain strike your skin again. It was cold, biting, but you stood still. 

"But for there to be peace, there must be war."

Vander remained silent for a moment. The sound of rain falling around you filled the void between words. He watched you with that look — part reprimand, part genuine concern. Crossing his arms, his brows furrowed, he held your gaze. There was no fear in your eyes. Maybe, in some way, you even hoped he would challenge you.

But Vander wasn't one to yield easily to emotion. He shook his head, letting out a sigh that seemed heavier than it should have been. 

"There's always another way, little one." he finally said, breaking the silence. His large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder with a gentleness that seemed impossible for someone of his stature. The touch was almost comforting. "The choice is always there... if you look for it."

"Not always."

You retorted without hesitation. Your gaze dropped to the ground, watching the puddles around your feet. The raindrops created concentric ripples, a brief but effective distraction. You knew he would understand. Vander always understood. And as expected, he didn't try to argue. Instead, his broad hand moved, covering yours as you still held the umbrella.

With a firm yet gentle motion, he adjusted the umbrella to shield both of you. "But you have that choice now." he said, his tone so calm that it made you look up at him. His voice carried something you couldn't ignore: hope. "You can't escape the past. But you can choose what you'll be from here on."

You couldn't tell if what was streaming down your face were tears or just the rain. Maybe both. The whirlwind of emotions was so overwhelming that you clung to sarcasm, the only weapon you had left.

"Are you going to give me a moral lecture now?" you tried to mask your vulnerability with a teasing tone, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. "Last I checked, you didn't adopt me as your daughter."

Vander chuckled softly, the sound muffled by the storm. "No, but you're a stubborn brat I think of as a little sister. And someone has to look out for you, don't they?" he offered a small smile, the kind that carried more warmth than a thousand words could ever convey. "Now, let's go home."

Then that drop hit you. It struck the corner of your eye, making you blink involuntarily. The reflex was enough to pull you out of that momentary stupor. When you opened your eyes again, you realized the scene had changed. There was no bridge, no umbrella, no Vander standing in front of you like a protective shadow. All that remained was the rain. You could feel the droplets falling directly onto your skin through an insistent leak. The sound of the drops echoed on the iron roof of the warehouse where you were slumped, like a silent drum marking the rhythm of your despair.

Your hands were chained behind your back, the cold metal biting into your skin. You tried to move, but there was no strength left for such an effort. It was useless. At some point, you accepted the discomfort and stayed there, motionless, with your face turned upward, letting the rain soak you, washing away whatever was left — or perhaps only exposing more of the emptiness you felt. Above you, a flickering light swung erratically. At times, darkness took over, and the rain seemed to be the only sound in the world, filling the air with its endless rhythm. Each drop that fell on your face was a reminder of your state: a body tossed in the corner of a cold room, waiting for the inevitable. And with every passing moment, it seemed harder to find something that would make you rise.

That was when you saw him. A movement beside you, faint as a shadow, caught your attention, and when you raised your weary eyes, he was there. Vander. Squatting in front of you, his hands firmly planted on his knees, wearing that expression of sorrow and concern you knew so well. Of course, it had to be a delusion. It could only be. And yet, he looked so real that you almost believed it.

"Giving up doesn't suit you." his voice was low, firm, but laced with a tenderness that seemed to reach out and pull you from the depths.

You almost laughed, but the bitterness won out. "Funny you'd say that... considering how we met."

"You mean that day on the river?" he raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "I thought we'd moved past that."

"I tried to drown myself, remember?" your voice came out cold, a stark contrast to the warmth he exuded. "And you showed up."

"Yeah." he let out a short laugh, glancing away for a second before his eyes locked onto yours again. "But what matters is that you didn't try again."

You frowned, confused. "Why does that matter?"

"Because it was a choice." he sighed, crossing his arms while still keeping that crouched posture. "You decided to keep going. Maybe you didn't realize it at the time, but you did. And that's what counts."

"Not this conversation again..." you turned your face away, trying to escape the intensity of his gaze. But Vander was persistent — he always was.

"Again. Until you get it." he sighed, as if carrying the weight of a conversation he'd had countless times before. "When you find something worth dying for, you also find something worth living for. That's what you did back then. And now? Is this what you want? To die here, like this? To give up now?"

"I lost my reason to keep going." your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, a bitter confession that hung in the air. You could go on. You could finally say out loud, "I lost you." But you decided to stay quiet.

Vander was silent for a moment, and the weight of his absence made you feel even emptier. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, more understanding. "You'll find another."

As Vander began to fade, his figure dissolving like a flame extinguished by the rain, something inside you broke — or maybe, something finally mended. Without thinking, you rose to your feet in a sudden motion that made your head spin. The movement was so abrupt that the chains around your wrists clanged loudly, the sound of metal echoing through the warehouse walls like a desperate cry for freedom. You lunged toward him, but he was already gone.

In the place where his imposing figure had been, there was only emptiness, the space now filled with the rising noise of the rain and... footsteps. Rapid footsteps heading your way.

And gunshots?

Yes, gunshots in the distance.

Something was happening outside that warehouse. Something you had no idea about.

But you didn't care, and it didn't matter as you struggled against the chains. The pain tearing through your shoulders with each pull was almost unbearable, but it was irrelevant. Vander's words hammered in your mind, almost like an order: "Find another reason." The faces came in a wave. First, Powder's innocent smile, then Violet's. And then, a face you tried to ignore, a figure you didn't want to accept as a reason. But it was there. Persistent. Etched into your mind like a dagger.

Your body seemed to be operating on a strength that didn't belong to it. Your arms burned, the metal cutting and scraping your skin as you thrashed harder. You felt as though your flesh might actually tear apart at any moment, yet you didn't stop. The footsteps, once distant, were now rapidly approaching. Then, with a sharp crack, the bolt on the wall gave way. The chains fell, taking you down with them. You stumbled forward, hitting your knees with a hard thud, but you quickly scrambled to your feet.

In one fluid motion, you wrapped the chains around your hands like makeshift gloves. Then, they appeared. Armed men, their silhouettes emerging against the flickering light of the entrance. Your eyes barely had time to register how many there were before one of them shouted.

"Fire!" and then, the next line almost made you laugh. "Before she kills us!"

You reacted before your mind could catch up, driven by that familiar sensation. The chains in your hands shot up quickly, shielding your head as you moved forward. The first shot ricocheted off the metal, sending sparks that briefly lit up the space. Another shot followed, but you were already moving, dodging to the side while swinging the chains, intercepting the bullets mid-air. Each impact made the metal vibrate in your hands, the jolts reverberating up your arms like electric currents. Your eyes burned, a strange tingling beginning to spread across your vision.

In one fluid motion, you released one of the chains from your makeshift gauntlet, this time launching it toward the nearest man. The sound was like a whip slicing through the air before it struck his head with full force. The sickening crack of the impact was nauseating, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, the weapon slipping from his hands without resistance.

The other two hesitated for a second, shocked by the speed and brutality of your attack. It was a fatal mistake. You surged forward before they could react, the sound of bullets whizzing past you like a swarm of angry wasps. Your vision seemed sharper now, every detail of the environment standing out in almost surreal clarity. The bullets were slow, almost predictable, and your hands moved with precision, spinning the chains to deflect them before they could reach you.

The second man tried to retreat, but you gave him no chance. Using the chain still attached as a gauntlet, you struck him on the side of the face with enough force to make him spin on his axis before he collapsed heavily to the ground. You didn't pause to check if he was dead. Your eyes were already on the third.

The man ran, fear evident in his wide eyes as he fired wildly in your direction. You dodged to the side, wrapping the chain around his arm and yanking hard enough to disarm him. The gun clattered to the floor with a metallic clang, and before he could react, you struck him square in the chest with your other hand, sending him sprawling to the ground.

But there were always more of them. There were always more.

You moved forward like an uncontrollable storm, the sound of chains slicing through the air blending with muffled screams and gunfire echoing around you. Your movements were automatic, driven by instinct. Bodies fell around you, one after the other, but you no longer distinguished faces or forms. The sounds were distant, muted, as if you were submerged underwater. Your hands acted of their own accord, the chain moving like an extension of your body, ensnaring, crushing, destroying. The pain in your arms was nearly unbearable, but you no longer had enough control to truly feel it.

With each step, the room seemed to spin. You felt something warm and thick running down your face, and it took you a moment to realize it was blood. Your nose was bleeding, the dark liquid mixing with the sweat dripping from your chin. Your vision began to blur at the edges, as if the world around you were melting, dissolving into indistinct smudges of light and shadow.

Your body was dangerously close to its limit, every movement tearing away what little energy you had left. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. It was as if rage, desperation, and survival had taken hold of you, driving you forward, even if it meant your own end.

And then the shot came.

Pain exploded in your shoulder, searing and excruciating, tearing through flesh and bone. The impact made you stumble, almost fall, but something inside you refused to give in. A guttural sound escaped your throat — a mix of a scream and a growl — as you launched yourself forward.

The shooter, startled by your resilience, tried to retreat, but it was too late. You collided with him, throwing your full weight against him and bringing him to the ground like a wild animal. Your eyes were unfocused, but you could smell his fear, hear his desperate whimpers as he struggled to free himself. You weren't thinking anymore. Your hands grabbed at anything — the chain, your own fists — and began to strike.

Once. Twice. Three times. The sound of the impacts was grotesque, but you didn't stop. Not until he stopped moving.

Until he was still.

The sounds around you became distant, as if you were submerged in a dream. But you could still hear the footsteps. They were closer now, but there was something different about them — not the brutal haste of enemies, nor the metallic clinking of weapons being raised. They were firm steps, yet... careful. Until they stopped, likely around you. Still, you didn't move. You just stood there, your eyes fixed on the void ahead.

And then you saw them.

The Lamb and the Wolf.

They stood there before you, like figures pulled from a legend. The Lamb, serene and graceful, tilted her head in your direction, her luminous eyes reflecting something you couldn't decipher. The Wolf, a living shadow of teeth and instinct, circled around her, watching you with an almost tangible intensity.

You knew the stories. Everyone in Zaun did. Kindred, the bearers of death. The Lamb offered a peaceful passage, while the Wolf brought a wild and violent end. And now, they were here, staring at you as if your fate had already been decided. The Lamb raised her silver bow, the tip of the arrow gleaming like a distant star, and aimed it directly at you. An invitation. A promise. A certainty.

You didn't resist. There was no reason to. With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, waiting for the final blow that never came.

Instead, the world grew warm.

You felt hands, strong and trembling, holding your body with care. The touch was firm yet hesitant, as if the person holding you was on the verge of breaking along with you. The warmth of that embrace began to chase away the cold consuming your being, a sensation almost contradictory to the reality surrounding you.

Your knees buckled, but the body around you didn't let you fall. It followed you to the ground, supporting you as if your weight meant nothing. The hands moved, snaking along your sides, holding you with an urgent, protective need, as though the very thought of letting go was unbearable. You wanted to open your eyes, but the exhaustion was absolute. Your head slumped against the chest of the figure holding you, and the sound of a steady, irregular heartbeat filled your ears. Safe. Warm. Comforting.

One of the hands rose to the side of your face. The touch was soft, gentle. You could feel the urgency in the way the fingers cradled your skin, despite the effort to maintain composure, as though at any moment, you might slip away from their grasp. And that voice... It was like a balm, something that pierced through the pain, the fatigue, and reached a part of you that still wanted to fight, even if it was just a faint spark.

"Stay with me, dove. Hold on."

You tried, but the darkness won.

Part 10

AUTHOR'S NOTES: No smut yet in the next chapter, but don't worry, we'll be back soon. I don't know if it was clear, but I based the fight scene on Ambessa's fighting style. Those chains unlock something in my brain... By the way, did you already know about the existence of Kindred? Those who play League of Legends probably already know their lore, but if you only know Arcane stuff, I recommend you research them. In any case, I hope I managed to convey their idea in their brief appearance. And that final sentence? Is it just me or has someone else said it? 🤭

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Your MOST Dominant Planet (What it Says About You)

Hey everyone! Welcome to today’s post. I’m feeling inspired to try something new, so I thought I’d share a brainstorming session with you. In this post, I’ll be diving into my thoughts on how your personal traits may be influenced by your most dominant planet.

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What is the Dominant Planet?

The Dominant Planet is the planet that forms the most aspects in your natal chart. It may be located in an angular house (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th), it could be part of a stellium or have strong dignity (domicile, exaltation). Your most dominant planet may also be conjunct the Ascendant, Sun, Chart Ruler or Moon.

How to Find it?

If you don't want to go through the hassle of analyzing each planet in your natal chart, use THIS online calculator to cut to the chase and find your most dominant planet.

☉ SUN DOMINANT ☉

✪ Leader, naturally takes charge in any situation, guiding others with confidence and authority, role model, sets a strong example for others to follow, often looked up to for their character and actions, carries a presence that naturally earns admiration from those around them, thrives in self-expression, whether through art, ideas, or leadership, always finding new ways to shine, has a strong sense of purpose, deeply driven by a clear understanding of their goals and what they want to achieve in life, uplifts and motivates others, serving as a beacon of hope, positivity, and strength, a source of motivation, moves through life with certainty in their abilities and decisions, ambitious, constantly striving for greatness, always aiming to reach new heights and accomplish more, lights up any room they enter, focused on achieving success, has a clear vision of what they want to accomplish, encourages others to find their own light, willing to lead the way into unknown territory, has a strong ability to impact others' thoughts and actions, shapes opinions and inspires change.

☾ MOON DOMINANT ☾

✪ Highly sensitive, deeply attuned to emotions, feels things intensely, intuitive, possesses a strong inner knowing, can sense what’s beneath the surface, great memory, retains details and experiences, rich inner world, creative, naturally imaginative, expresses themselves through art, writing, or other creative outlets, protective of their loved ones, provides emotional security to those they care about, makes others feel at home, has a nurturing presence that makes people feel safe, offers comfort and care, always available to lend a supportive ear or shoulder to lean on, deeply feels and understands others' emotions, empathetic, driven by a desire to help, soothe and support those they love, their home is a sanctuary, decisions and actions are often guided by deep emotional impulses and feelings, regularly looks inward, calming presence, has a soothing effect on others, highly values family, close relationships, and a deep sense of community, naturally assumes a role of caretaker, emotionally resilient.

♀︎ VENUS DOMINANT ♀︎

✪ Loves beauty in all its forms from art, nature, fashion, to personal expression and experiences, sweet and charming, naturally warm, friendly, and approachable, relationship-oriented, places high value on meaningful connections with others, magnetic energy, draws people in effortlessly, attracted to luxury and refinement, loves elegance, fine things, artistic and creative, talented in or deeply appreciative of music, visual arts, design, or aesthetics, strives for balance, peace, and beauty, the seeker of harmony, thrives on closeness and emotional intimacy, romantic at heart, diplomatic, skilled in smoothing over conflicts and finding common ground, moves through life with poise and tact, has a tendency to enjoy life's pleasures and comforts, sometimes to excess, often willing to compromise for the sake of peace and happiness, tolerant, patient, holds high hopes and dreams for love and connection, enjoys being surrounded by others, easily makes friends, and thrives in social settings.

☿ MERCURY DOMINANT ☿

✪ Always buzzing with new ideas, constantly thinking, brainstorming, coming up with fresh concepts and solutions, great communicator, excels at expressing thoughts clearly both verbally and in writing, enjoys putting thoughts into words, thrives in conversations and debates, always ready to share ideas and engage with others, has an insatiable appetite for knowledge and is always exploring new books, articles or information, curious, places logic above emotion, tends to rely on reason and intellect when making decisions, quick thinker, processes information rapidly often making connections or conclusions before others, easily adjusts to new situations, quick to think on their feet, pays close attention to specifics and details, analytical, loves breaking things down and examining them piece by piece to understand how they work, has a wide range of interests and talents, able to shift between different subjects or skills with ease, versatile, thrives in environments where they can share ideas and interact with others, always questioning and seeking mental stimulation, rarely satisfied with a single focus for long, mentally agile, able to juggle multiple thoughts, ideas, and tasks at once without feeling overwhelmed, enjoys discussing and debating ideas, often taking on different perspectives just for the sake of argument, has a sharp sense of humor and is often the first to make a clever remark or observation, multitasker, thrives when juggling multiple projects or interests, prefers to take an impartial, fact-based approach to decision-making, skilled at convincing others through logic and well-articulated point, persuasive.

♂︎ MARS DOMINANT ♂︎

✪ Action-oriented, ready to take initiative, prefers doing over waiting, driven, highly motivated to achieve their goals, values self-reliance, highly independent, forges their own path rather than follow others, fights for what they want, willing to overcome obstacles and challenges to achieve their desires, experiences passion and ambition intensely, naturally steps into leadership roles, confident in their ability to guide and inspire others, leadership-oriented, never shies away from confrontation or difficulty, competitive, thrives in environments where they can test their skills and prove themselves, has an abundance of physical and mental energy, not afraid to take risks, knows how to speak up and make their desires known, often acts quickly following their gut instincts without overthinking the consequences, impulsive, communicates with clarity rather than subtlety, thrives on challenges, finds excitement and motivation in overcoming obstacles and taking on difficult tasks, often enjoys sports, exercise or other activities that allow them to release their energy, relies on their internal drive, can be quick to anger or frustration, highly reactive, has a pioneering spirit, loves exploring uncharted territories, often leads the way for others.

♃ JUPITER DOMINANT ♃

✪ Wiser than their years, spiritually connected, naturally attuned to higher truths, seeks meaning and purpose in the universe, the mentor, enjoys guiding and teaching others, bringer of knowledge, thrives on sharing information, eager to help others grow, loves traveling mentally or physically, has a deep wanderlust, drawn to exploring new places, cultures and experiences around the world, constantly seeking to expand their horizons, the life-long learner, challenges the limits of what’s possible, seems to attract good fortune and opportunities effortlessly, lucky, sees the brighter side of things, has a love for big ideas and grand plans, constantly striving for more, visionary, sees the bigger picture, ahead of their time, thinks in expansive terms, generous, gives freely of their time, resources and knowledge, enjoys contemplating life’s big questions, open-minded, pushes themselves and others to grow, inspiring, encourages others to dream big and think outside the box, drawn to philosophy or academia, has a strong sense of morality and justice, is on a journey to discover deeper truths, both in themselves and in the world around them.

♄ SATURN DOMINANT ♄

Late bloomer, finds their true calling or achieves significant milestones later in life, developing at their own pace, responsible, takes their commitments seriously, always ensures that they meet obligations and follow through on promises, focused on self-improvement, seeks to better themselves through learning and self-reflection, grows wiser with age, accumulates knowledge and understanding over time, a trusted advisor to others, authoritative, has a commanding presence, appreciates systems and structures, values organization and frameworks that provide stability and efficiency, keeps their emotions under control, maintains composure even in challenging situations, prioritizes logic over emotions, has a strong sense of self-control, takes a realistic approach to problem-solving, pragmatic, favors practical solutions over idealistic notions, understands that growth and achievement take time, willing to wait for results and not rush the process, grounded, provides a sense of calm and reliability to those around them, resilient, learns from failures and uses them as stepping stones for future success, often finds themselves in a guiding role, shares their wisdom and experiences to help others navigate challenges, approaches life with a level of gravity, focuses on the deeper implications of their actions, strategic thinker, develops well-thought-out plans before acting, prioritizes future goals and outcomes, weighs risks carefully, cautious, avoids impulsive decisions, exhibits a calm demeanor in the face of challenges.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[fafnir19]

Bound by Blood and Magic

The Revelation

The wedding festivities were in full swing, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Julia, radiant in her wedding gown, felt a momentary twinge of unease as she glanced at her brother-in-law, Liam.

"Do you think Liam was enchanted by Cathrine?" Mario's voice, filled with concern, interrupted her thoughts. Julia turned to him, her expression serious. "Such a drastic change... it's hard to believe it could happen without his consent. I can't imagine Cathrine trying twice." She shook her head, her skepticism evident. As if on cue, a familiar figure caught her attention. Dorian, the witch master of Cathrine's coven and her former associate, stood amidst the crowd, his charismatic presence drawing eyes.

He stood with an air of effortless charisma, his athletic build accentuated by the tailored lines of his tailcoat. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft light of the room, emphasizing the sharp contours of his shoulders and the tapering of his waist. Beneath the coat, his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of toned chest and the graceful curve of his neck. The stand-up collar framed his angular jawline, drawing attention to his chiseled features and the light stubble that added a rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. The collar's crispness contrasted with the relaxed openness of his shirt, blending sophistication with a touch of rebelliousness. His hair, a tousled mix of dark blonde and light brown, fell stylishly over his forehead, framing his grey-blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. Dorian's confident posture and the slight smirk playing on his lips suggested a man who was both in control and ready to defy expectations. With every glance, he commanded attention, his outfit a perfect reflection of his charismatic and slightly dangerous allure.

Julia's heart skipped a beat, and she knew she had to act. She excused herself from Mario's side and approached Dorian, her smile a mask of friendliness.

"Dorian, what a surprise," she said, her voice laced with feigned warmth. "I thought we had an agreement." Dorian's grin was mischievous, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, we did, my dear Julia. You provided me with Liam, the breeding stud. But to replace you in the coven, I need more than just a breeding stud." Julia's stomach clenched. She had hoped to leave her magical past in the witch coven behind, but Dorian's demand threatened to unravel her carefully laid plans. "Liam is more than capable of fulfilling the coven's needs," she protested, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "Is that so?" Dorian's tone was light, but his eyes held a challenge. "Shall I show Mario what really happened with Liam?" Julia's breath caught in her throat. Dorian's eyes narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, a magical mist appeared, revealing a scene from the past:

The nerdy physicist Liam, engrossed in his studies, sat at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard with the focused intensity of a young academic. But his concentration was abruptly shattered. A sudden force, unseen and magical, yanked him from his chair, sending him crashing to the floor. He struggled, his eyes wide with shock, as invisible bonds held him fast, pinning him within a glowing circle that materialized beneath him.

Into this moment of bewilderment and fear stepped Julia, her movements purposeful, her expression determined. With deft fingers, she unzipped Liam's fly, freeing his cock, and began to stroke him, her touch firm and insistent. Liam's protests, his pleas to stop, fell on deaf ears. As his body betrayed him under her skilled touch, his cock hardened, standing tall and proud, a testament to her arousing technique. With a fluid motion, Julia straddled him, her eyes never leaving his, and slowly lowered herself onto his rigid length. Liam's scream of protest was raw, unfiltered, echoing the shock and disbelief coursing through him. He had never imagined becoming a victim in such a scenario, his seed robbed from him in the most primal way. Julia rode him with a fierce determination, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both seductive and commanding. She was breaking him in, like a wild horse, her body moving with a grace that belied the ferocity of her intent. Liam's protests turned to moans, his voice a mix of pleasure and frustration as she teased him, edging him closer and closer to the brink of release. "Enjoy your desperate panting, your pretty little moans," she whispered, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Forget your academics. Don't you want to become a virile stud, thinking only of breeding and wealth?" Liam's scream of "No!" was a desperate attempt to hold onto his identity, to resist the forces in play. But Julia's relentless rhythm, her expert touch, pushed him further into the abyss of desire. His muscles tensing and relaxing in time with her movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Liam's screams and pleas filled the air, his resistance crumbling under Julia's skilled touch. "I can't bear it anymore... please, let me cum..." Julia's voice turned seductive, her words a promise of release. "Don't you want to become a virile stud for me? Just say yes, and I'll let you cum." Liam's desperate agreement was a whisper in the air. "Yes... yes, I'll do anything!" Liam begged, his voice hoarse from the strain, "just let me... let me cum!" Julia chuckled, a sound filled with dark amusement, and slid off his throbbing cock. " As you wish, jerk off and make a show of it for me. I want to watch, to savor your desperate surrender. Show me how much you need it." Liam's hand moved of its own accord, grasping his shaft and stroking it with a feverish rhythm. His body was on fire, the transformation taking hold as he stroked himself, his muscles growing, sculpting themselves into a masterpiece of masculine perfection.

His voice, now deeper, rasped out, "I'm… so close..." as his abs tightened into a perfect six-pack, his pecs swelling with newfound strength. The room was filled with the sounds of his desperate panting, his moans of pleasure and need. His cock, hard as steel, glistened with pre-cum, and his balls drew up tight against his body, a testament to the potency of his magically improved seed. With a final, desperate stroke, he came, his cry of release echoing through the room. He dipped his finger into the pool of his cum, bringing it to his lips, licking it seductively, his eyes never leaving Julia's. As he savored his own essence, his transformation was complete. His body, now a testament to virility and power, radiated confidence and charm. Liam had become the very image of a womanizer with boyish charm. The mist dissipated, leaving behind a charged silence, a testament to the secrets it had revealed.

Julia knew Dorian held the power to destroy her carefully constructed life. "Please, don't show this to Mario. I've done what you asked. Let me be free of the coven," she pleaded, her voice cracking. Dorian's expression softened, but his eyes remained cold. "I knew you'd understand. And I have no intention of revealing your secret to your beloved. But there is a condition to my silence." Julia's heart sank. "What is it?" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "To fully replace you, I need more than just Liam's virility. I need your magic. All of it." Julia was speechless. "My magic? But I thought—" "Oh, come now, Julia," Dorian interrupted, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "You didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you? After all, you were quite the rebel in our youth. Leaving the coven without a proper replacement is a grave offense." Julia's breath caught in her throat. "That was never part of our agreement! You can't ask for my magic now." Dorian's eyes glinted with amusement, he had Julia right where he wanted her, and he relished the power he held over her. "Can't I? Or perhaps I should show Mario the truth about Liam's transformation." Julia's mind raced. She had planned to leave her magical life behind, but this was a sacrifice she hadn't anticipated. She couldn't bear the thought of Mario discovering her secret, nor did she want to give Dorian such power. Yet, she saw no other way. "Very well," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll give you my magic, but spare Mario the truth." Dorian's smile was triumphant. "I knew you'd see reason. Your magic will serve the coven well."

Julia closed her eyes, summoning her power. A shining sphere of energy formed in her hands, a physical manifestation of her magic. With a deep breath, she released it, and the sphere flew towards Dorian, who opened his arms to receive it.

The power surged into him, and for a moment, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. "It's done," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Dorian smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Indeed it is. And now, my dear, you are free to live your mortal life." Julia's eyes snapped open, and she glared at Dorian, her anger barely contained. "Don't you dare threaten me or Mario again. Our agreement is done." Dorian's grin was wolfish. "Oh, but our paths will cross again, Julia. Mark my words. And when they do, I'll be ready to collect what's rightfully mine." Julia watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of relief and regret. As Dorian passed Liam, he whispered, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Julia happily agreed to sacrifice her magic. Quite the gesture, isn't it?" Liam, now a handsome, confident man, smiled broadly. "Perfect! I can't wait to see what this new power can do. I'll see you tomorrow, Dorian. We'll finish our plan then."

Julia stood frozen, watching as Dorian disappeared into the crowd. Her mind reeled, the weight of her decision settling upon her. She had freed herself from the coven, but at what cost?

The morning sun bathed the luxurious bio-inspired house in a warm glow, its unique architecture a stark contrast to the surrounding Victorian homes.

Liam, his heart pounding with anticipation, approached the grand entrance, eager to unlock the secrets of sorcery. He had always been fascinated by the magical arts, and now, with Julia's power within his grasp, he was about to embark on a new chapter of his life. He had been eager to meet Dorian, the charismatic sorcerer who had promised to bestow upon him Julia's magic, elevating him to the ranks of a sorcerer. Liam was greeted by Dorian himself, who exuded an air of relaxed charm. "Welcome, Liam," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I trust you're ready for the ritual?"

Liam's excitement bubbled over. "Absolutely! I can't wait to become a sorcerer and harness the power that Julia once possessed." Dorian's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Then follow me, my friend.“ Stepping inside, Liam couldn't help but admire the unique architecture, where wooden floors seamlessly blended with the surrounding nature. The house felt like a tropical paradise, a far cry from the typical northern climate. They made their way through the house, the interior a seamless blend of modern design and natural elements. The further they ventured, the more the environment seemed to shift, as if they were stepping into a different realm. Finally, they arrived at a room that took Liam's breath away. It was a sanctuary of light and nature, with walls that seemed to dissolve into the surrounding greenery. The space was a testament to Dorian's unique taste. "This is where the ritual will take place," Dorian explained, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious room.

"So, what's the plan, Dorian? How do I receive Julia's magic?" Liam's voice laced with eagerness, his eyes sparkling with ambition. Dorian's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "It's quite simple, really. I've already absorbed Julia's magic into my body. All I need to do is feed it to you, like a mother nursing her newborn." Liam's curiosity piqued, and a hint of skepticism crept into his expression. "Feed it to me? How exactly does that work?" Dorian's laughter filled the room, rich and full. "Undress, my boy," Dorian demanded. "For the ritual to work, you must be as a newborn, innocent and pure." Liam, proud of his transformed physique, shed his clothes without hesitation. His toned body, a testament to Julia's enchantment, gleamed in the natural light.

"Excellent, Liam. Now, come closer," Dorian instructed, his voice taking on a gentle tone. Liam obeyed, his bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor.

He approached Dorian, who had already opened his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Dorian beckoned Liam closer. "Suck on my nipple, and the magic will flow into you." Liam's breath quickened as he leaned forward, his lips parting slightly. He hesitated for a moment, questioning his decision, but the desire for power overwhelmed his doubts. He lowered himself, his lips seeking out Dorian's nipple, and began to suckle.

A warm, sweet substance flowed into Liam's mouth, unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was like drinking liquid magic, and with each swallow, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. His body trembled, and his vision blurred as the magic took hold. Dorian's hands gently caressed Liam's head, guiding him, encouraging him to drink more.  "Good, Liam," Dorian whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Let the magic flow through you. Feel it coursing through your veins, awakening your true potential." Liam's eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the sensation. The magic seemed to be seeping into every fiber of his being. He drank eagerly, his body trembling as the magic infused him. The room seemed to spin, and he felt a pleasant dizziness wash over him. Dorian's eyes closed, his face contorting in ecstasy as he released the magic into Liam's willing mouth. The room seemed to shimmer with the power exchange, and Liam felt his body grow light and his mind drifting into a trance-like state. As Liam suckled, Dorian's hands moved to his own body, unfastening his pants. Liam, lost in the euphoria of the magic, barely noticed as Dorian's clothes fell away. The sorcerer's body was a work of art, sculpted by years of magic and power. Dorian's hands guided Liam down, pushing him towards his feet, and before Liam knew it, he was on his knees, his face buried in Dorian's ass. "Lick," Dorian whispered, his voice now a soft command. Liam, in his trance-like state, obeyed without question. His tongue darting out to taste the sorcerer's buttocks, exploring the crevices, and finally, the tight rosebud of his anus. Despite being straight, Liam felt no resistance, no inner conflict. He was a vessel, a tool, and the magic coursing through him silenced any doubts. Liam licked and tasted, his actions becoming more intimate, driven by a force beyond his conscious control. The sight of Liam, acting like a gay boy, brought Dorian immense satisfaction. Dorian leaned back, his free hand stroking his length as he switched on a large TV screen, displaying a porn movie. He watched with detached amusement as Liam continued to service him, his tongue working diligently. Dorian's breath quickened, his body responding to the dual stimulation. "Yes, my boy," he praised, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You are learning your place. My collection of toys is incomplete without you." Liam, his mind foggy, struggled to process the words. Was he not meant to become a sorcerer? Why was he being treated as a mere plaything?

The sorcerer's focus shifted to the screen, his attention solely on his own pleasure, while Liam's once-brilliant mind was reduced to a mere vessel for Dorian's desires. As Dorian's pleasure peaked, he released his load, shooting it into Liam's hair. The sensation of Dorian's climax jolted Liam from his trance. Dorian's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips, "Excellent, my pet. You have pleased me, and now you shall learn the truth," Dorian's voice took on a cruel edge. "Bestowing you with Julia's magic is but a means to an end. This here was just the beginning of your training, and I shall mold you into the perfect sorcerer—my sorcerer." His senses returning, Liam realized with horror what had transpired. He had been reduced to a mere sex toy, a far cry from the powerful sorcerer he envisioned himself to be. "Wait," Liam's voice cracked as he spoke, his throat dry from his exertions. "What do you mean, 'my sorcerer'? I thought I was to become a powerful witch master in my own right, not... not this." His eyes pleaded with Dorian, seeking understanding.

Dorian's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Liam's spine. "Oh, Liam, you are so naive. You will be a witch master and your witches will bow to your will, but you will bow to me. You will be my faithful servant, in all aspects of your life." Liam's heart sank as the truth hit him. He had been manipulated, his ambitions twisted to serve Dorian's desires. The realization left him speechless, his eyes wide with shock and his mind struggling to process the betrayal. Dorian, sensing Liam's resistance, used his cum in Liam’s hair as hair gel, slicking back Liam's hair into a slimy, submissive yet strangely appealing style. Then, with a cruel smile and deliberate slowness, he dressed Liam in tight silk pants and a hip-length jacket, leaving his chest bare - the outfit fitting for a young, modern sorcerer.

"Do not worry, my pet. Perhaps one day, you will embrace your new role," Dorian whispered, his breath hot against Liam's ear. "And when that day comes, you will thank me for it."

As Dorian dressed him, Liam felt a strange excitement stirring within. The duality of his existence—a powerful witch master to his coven and a servant to Dorian—began to awaken something deep within his psyche. He imagined himself as a dominant force, ruling his witches with an iron fist, while simultaneously submitting to Dorian's every whim. The thought sent a shiver of arousal through him, and he felt his manhood stir beneath the silk pants. The magic had transformed his body, but it was his own mind, his own desires, that were awakening. Liam's acceptance of his new reality was not a surrender but a choice, a decision to embrace the power he had always craved, even if it meant submitting to Dorian's control. Liam sank to his knees, his eyes locked with Dorian's, and a smirk played on his lips. "Master, I'm ready to serve," Liam whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His words were not a plea but a statement of intent, a declaration of his willingness to embrace his new role. Those words, spoken with a newfound vigour, caused him a full blown boner.

Dorian's smirk widened as he noticed Liam's visible erection. "Oh, you're already embracing your role, aren't you? I see the hunger in your eyes, the need to submit." Liam's face flushed, but he couldn't deny the truth. The sorcerer realized that Liam's submission was not solely due to his magic; it was an inherent part of his nature. Liam's recklessness and spinelessness had always been there, and now they found their perfect outlet in adoring a powerful man like Dorian. Dorian's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come, my sorcerer, and show me your devotion." Liam eagerly moved closer, his lips finding Dorian's fingers. He sucked on them, his tongue swirling around them, his eyes never leaving Dorian's.

Dorian's plan was working perfectly. He had shaped Liam into a pliant, eager servant, ready to be molded into the perfect witch master—a puppet in his grand scheme. And Liam, in his newfound power and servitude, would live out his ruthless nature, treating others with the same disregard he had once faced as a nerdy scientist.