#Dynamic Guidance

[jolie-poupee-en-rose]

Recognizing Indigestion: Causes, Signs, and also Effective Solutions

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Acid reflux, additionally referred to as gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD), is an usual digestive system problem that affects numerous people worldwide. It occurs when the acidic contents of the tummy recede into the esophagus, causing a range of uneasy signs. Understanding the causes, signs, and effective treatments for acid reflux is vital for managing this problem and also enhancing one's high quality of life.Acid reflux can

be brought on by numerous elements, including a weakened lower esophageal sphincter( LES), weight problems, maternity, smoking, and also certain medications. One of the most common signs and symptom of heartburn is heartburn, which is characterized by a burning sensation in the upper body. Various other signs might include regurgitation, problem ingesting, chronic cough, hoarseness, as well as upper body discomfort. If left unattended, acid reflux can lead to more serious problems, such as esophagitis, ulcers, and also cancer.Fortunately, there are a number of effective remedies for acid reflux that can give alleviation and assistance manage the condition. Way of living alterations, such as preserving a healthy weight, preventing trigger foods (e.g., spicy or fatty foods, citrus fruits, caffeine, and alcohol), as well as consuming smaller dishes can considerably lower signs. Additionally, over-the-counter antacids, H2 blockers, and also proton pump inhibitors (PPIs) can aid reduce the effects of stomach acid and minimize its production. It is necessary to speak with a health care specialist for a precise diagnosis and also tailored therapy plan customized to one's specific needs.By understanding the reasons, signs and symptoms, as well as reliable solutions for heartburn, individuals can take proactive steps to manage this problem as well as reduce its pain. Making way of living modifications and seeking ideal medical recommendations can go a lengthy way in boosting food digestion, minimizing signs and symptoms, as well as enhancing overall wellness. Remember, efficient administration of indigestion is key to enjoying a healthy and also comfy life.

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[hvmzyy]

Understanding Heartburn: Reasons, Symptoms, and also Effective Treatments

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Indigestion, also understood as gastroesophageal reflux illness (GERD), is an usual digestion disorder that influences millions of people worldwide. It occurs when the acidic contents of the belly recede into the esophagus, creating a variety of unpleasant signs. Understanding the reasons, symptoms, and also reliable remedies for indigestion is vital for handling this condition as well as improving one's top quality of life.Acid reflux can

be brought on by different aspects, consisting of a weakened lower esophageal sphincter( LES), weight problems, pregnancy, smoking cigarettes, as well as certain medications. The most typical signs and symptom of heartburn is heartburn, which is defined by a burning experience in the chest. Other signs might include regurgitation, problem ingesting, persistent cough, hoarseness, and breast discomfort. If left unattended, acid reflux can result in a lot more serious complications, such as esophagitis, abscess, and even cancer.Fortunately, there are numerous efficient remedies for acid reflux that can give alleviation and also assistance handle the condition. Lifestyle alterations, such as preserving a healthy weight, avoiding trigger foods (e.g., spicy or fatty foods, citrus fruits, caffeine, and alcohol), as well as eating smaller sized meals can substantially minimize signs. Additionally, over the counter antacids, H2 blockers, and proton pump inhibitors (PPIs) can aid neutralize stomach acid and reduce its production. It is essential to seek advice from a healthcare professional for an accurate diagnosis and tailored treatment plan customized to one's particular needs.By recognizing the causes, signs, and efficient treatments for heartburn, people can take aggressive steps to handle this condition as well as minimize its discomfort. Making lifestyle changes and seeking ideal medical suggestions can go a lengthy means in improving digestion, lowering signs, and also boosting general well-being. Keep in mind, efficient management of indigestion is vital to enjoying a healthy and balanced and also comfy life.

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[coolgoodandfine]

Day 17: Fighting Lesson

Short lil fellas with hats. Their dynamic is so important to me. Like, Siffrin gets to guide and give assurances to Bonnie, something that he needed growing up. Bonnie doesn't have to go through it all by themself even after Nille was frozen, they have Siffrin!

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[kacievvbbbb]

Look I don’t know what to tell you. Michael is 19 and Lucifer, Gabriel and Raphael are middle aged. Yes he is their older brother, No it doesn’t make sense, Yes those still are the vibes. I don’t know what to tell you the vibes told me themselves…..

AU Michael us 40 tho

(Also Im a adams body didn’t physically age so he still looks 19 truther and a two body truther (sorry) and I like them being the same age)

[hulloitsdani]

Him when he fucking GETS YOU.

Art very pretty. Not too surprised about the theme. I am downright living for how heavy the axe looks. The blade is longer than his torso! The whole axe is WIDDER than him and he’s wearing god damn armor!!! It could be a god damn hammer and the force required would not change. They gave him his dad’s axe and he’s using it like a blunt object. I’m very happy. Look at my boy.

[mulders-nose]

If anything... sydney is carmy's mentor if we're being honest with ourselves

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

Jamie breaks Ted’s heart ❤️‍🩹 Ted has his first panic attack in the karaoke when the song “let it go” plays ….he’s failed his marriage and his son. And Jamie.

Ted only praises Jamie in the press despite Jamie’s negative comments.

Ted sees Jamie’s father yelling at him for doing exactly what Ted had been trying to teach him.

Their shoulders are so close during Ted’s offered Cheers 🍻

Ted talks about how sports ⚽️ teaches “never give up” - but - that should apply to people not just the athletics.

Ted has another panic attack after Jamie is struggling on the field. He hears Jamie’s father’s voice yelling at Jamie in connection with us own son’s voice about Jamie.

Jamie’s father’s reappearance again triggers Ted when Jamie breaks down with Roy.

with Dr. Sharon Ted tells her - he can’t let someone whose hurting get by him.

Not after what happened with his father.

Ted and his baby shark 🦈 gaze at Jamie

Whether Jamie is connected to Ted as a mirror image of himself (as an angry young man) or Ted’s father issues & Jamie’s father issues being a connection or his relationship trying to reach his own son Henry……

Helping Jamie is Ted’s mission statement from the beginning. That’s how the team will win. And he’s right.

Puzzle 🧩 pieces fit together.

Ted said as much to Trent in his interview. That’s why he loves coaching.

Helping people get what they need.

[lavendrgremlin]

A devil's guidance chapter 15 (smut)

Decided to share the 4.7k smut here :)

Tags: Raphael x fem!reader, size difference, mutual masturbation, predator/prey dynamic, sub/dom, power dynamic (mentor/protege)

AN: I would recommend reading the actual fanfic here, but you can still read this for funsies.

You blink, and the world around you shifts, slowing down to a dreamlike effect.

Raphael’s hand encloses yours as he effortlessly pulls you from the bed and draws you to his side. His other hand grabs your luggage and leads you to the door. When you glance at your luggage, it seems to disappear into Raphael’s shadow, your gaze lowers to the dark cloud that holds your hand, and similarly, it seems to vanish within its grasp.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your heart and mind. You feel Raphael’s reassuring squeeze. You open them again and they meet his, and something dawns on you; the dark no longer frightens you. Instead, it seems to hold a promise for you…a place where you can lose yourself without fear or judgment. You return Raphael’s squeeze with your own.

The lock turns, and the door swings wide open, releasing a rush of heat that carries the potent scent of sulfur, cherries, and something else entirely. The rush of steam stings your eyes shut, and without a word, Raphael leads you through the door.

Within seconds, you slip back into the familiar cradle of heat. It's one of the purest forms of warmth you’ve ever felt. You’re back in the house of hope, in hell, and though you won’t admit it aloud, it almost feels like coming home.

“Welcome to my Boudoir,” Raphael says in a low voice as he places your bags down with a muted thud.

The boudoir.

You suddenly recall the strange interaction you had the other day with the servant, their warning echoing in your mind. Dont, it’s the boudoir. they said, but standing here with Raphael, you’re sure there’s nothing to worry about.

Cautiously, you open your eyes to the room. You squint, looking around, trying to make out the shapes hidden in the dark. In the stillness, you hear the gentle sound of rippling water echoing through the room and the faint crack of the fireplace. The flame beats weakly inside the grate, just enough to light the walls around it. You see the faint edges of heavy wooden furniture across the room, the silhouettes of curtains pooling heavily on the floor, and the rough edges of the rugs beneath your feet.

Your attention lingers on the many ornaments scattered here and there, catching the light with a jeweled shimmer.

Raphael stays by your side, his figure looming over yours, silently giving you time to adjust to the change of scenery. His presence seems to stretch across the room like some sort of dark specter, his two halos burning with curiosity, wondering what you’ll do next.

Your eyes stray past him, caught by the flicker of emerald colors shimmering beneath the surface of the water, casting a glow against the marbled tiles and towering pillars, encircled by scattered jewels, an assortment of plates with different fruits, cushions and the melted wax of half-used candles, dominating the space. A pool of sorts, you think.

Before you can inquire about it, Raphael’s patience snaps. He lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing, his arms curling around your body, pressing you against his bare, muscled chest. Startled, you gasp, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. His steps land heavily on the floor, reverberating through the room despite being muted by the thick rugs.

He moves like a beast prowling through its territory, carrying his prize.

Raphael’s hold tightens around you as you rest your cheek against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat; slow, mechanical, like an infernal engine that purrs with a dizzying heat that seeps through your body like a fever. You sink further into his embrace, the enormity of his size becoming apparent to you.

Raphael stops at the edge of the bed, his palm carefully cradling the back of your head, as though afraid that even the slightest exertion of his strength might harm you. He gently lays you down. The sheets beneath you are silken, expensive to the touch, and most importantly, they smell like him. The pillows are so soft and comfortable that they make you feel as though you’re sinking into them.

You’re now in Raphael’s bed, just as he had been in yours.

Under different circumstances, you would’ve melted into the mattress and drifted to sleep, but as you gaze up, all you can see is Raphael, his form hovering above you, his eyes drowning in yours. The bed shifts ever so slightly as he leans closer, barely capturing the real weight of him.

He plants his hands on either side of your head, caging you beneath him. You hear the faint stretch and slight tear of the sheets under his grip. He exhales slowly, his claws digging further into the fabric as if trying to calm himself.

Raphael’s palm finds your face and softly caresses your cheek. Then, with his thumb, he traces along the line of your jaw before tilting your chin toward him.

“Are you sure, Tav?” he asks, his words sounding strained through his clenched jaw.

And perhaps, for the first time in your life, an absolute certainty washes over you.

“Yes,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hands reach for the inky mass in front of you, feeling the sides of his face, the ridges of his skin, hardened and deep, beneath your fingertips.

Raphael’s hand slides under the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. His horns brush softly against your hair, and the heat of his breath against your skin sends a flush through your body, knotting something within your core. You let your fingers thread through his hair, longer than usual, stroking it as he holds you.

Then, a thought creeps into your mind and you suddenly feel all too aware. Despite having showered earlier, you can’t help feeling… dirty. After all, you’ve known your body to be in a deplorable state for the past few years. And for Raphael to indulge in your scent, to believe he finds it desirable, is almost inconceivable. Your hands freeze, and your body tenses.

Raphael senses it and lets out a low growl in response. “Your scent…” He whispers into your ear, inhaling your scent with more intensity, his warm breath only amplifying the burning sensation on your face.

“I don't know how much longer I can restrain myself.”

You release the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your pulse pounding in your ears and between your legs.

Carefully, Raphael adjusts the pillows behind you, laying you back so you are half-sitting.

There’s a moment of silence as you gaze at each other, the soothing ripple of water and the unrhythmic crackle of the fireplace filling the air around you.

His eyes, two halos of amber, hold yours with intensity, as an unnatural shadow clings to his figure as though… he doesn't want to be seen by you.

“Please, Raphael,” you whisper, your chest heavy. “ Please, let me see you."

Raphael leans over you, steadying himself with one hand against the bed frame, his breath tickling your skin. It takes all the restraint in the world not to pull him closer and crash your lips onto his.

The temperature in the room seems to rise gradually. The once-feeble flame in the fireplace now cracks with new life.

One by one, candles burst alight in a chain reaction, like a gust of fire sweeping through the room and igniting those in the chandelier, above the mantel, along the floor, beside the pool, and the ones lining the bed. You swallow hard, your eyes widening as your gaze returns to his, and the dark veil slowly slips down Raphael’s figure.

The paintings you’ve seen of him cannot compare to the sight before you. No artist could ever faithfully capture the raw intensity of his presence. No amount of brushstrokes, textures, or rare colors could ever do his essence justice—it’s nearly laughable.

The way his amber eyes study your expression with a thin layer of vulnerability nearly breaks your heart. Raphael’s gaze hardens, bracing for rejection, for you to flee, scream, or cry. His expression turns to confusion when you lean closer. He retreats, like a cornered wild animal, unsure whether you are friend or foe.

You keep leaning closer as he retreats until his back presses on the mattress and you straddle his chest, which is broad and solid, dwarfing yours. Your hair falls over your shoulders, your eyes softening into a smile as your hand reaches out to trace the sharp planes of his face. Your fingers thread through his hair, graze the curves of his horns, and trail back down to his lips.

The silence between you feels so fragile, precious too. So much so neither of you dares to break it. Your heart drums in your ear, and his echoes through the burning rhythms of the candle flames.

As soon as you part your lips to speak, Raphael’s muscles tense under your touch.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper, almost in awe. Yet, as the words leave your mouth, they immediately fall flat like a spoken betrayal. Language could hardly encompass his essence, let alone his beauty. But you couldn’t think of anything else.

Raphael’s eyes widen, burning with a blaze that matches the candles around you.

Sweat beads form on your skin as the room begins to feel like a furnace. Your breath grows heavier, your hair sticking to your face and neck. It feels suffocating. Raphael’s gaze darkens as he hooks your shirt with a claw, lifting it away from your now damp skin. He doesn’t seem bothered by the sweat dripping on him, clamming up against his body. If anything, he appears intent on easing your discomfort. His hands deliberately brush against your burning bare skin.

The room narrows to his touch, to the ache growing between your legs, your gaze drowning in his. You wish to stay in this moment forever, and as his eyes soften, as though he too is caught in it, not wanting it to end, you smile.

With the flick of his wrist, he lifts your shirt and tosses it across the spacious bed. His gaze moves from your bra down to your sides, and a flash of hurt(or perhaps guilt) crosses his features as he lingers on the bruises that mark your ribs. He tentatively reaches for them, brushing gently over the blue and purple skin with the back of his claws. Your breath catches in your throat, a mix of a wince and a moan. Suddenly, Raphael pulls you into his embrace, reclaiming his initial position as he lays you back down on the bed.

The muscles of his jaw clench as his eyes trail down your body, as though he’s burning it into memory: each bead of sweat that glistens against your skin in the candlelight, the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbone, dipping to your chest, and lingering on the bruises he caused. His intense gaze seems to peer right through you, past the skin and sinew, to the quickened pulse of your blood rushing through your veins. His eyes pause at each mole on your skin, as if catching a rare glimpse of stars in the unusually bright sky of hell.

Finally, Raphael’s eyes settle over the waistband of your pants. Your breath quickens in anticipation, your belly coiling tight. The back of his claw brushes down your ribcage, following the line of your navel. His touch is nearly ghostly, sending shivers down your spine. You bite back a moan as he hooks a nail around your waistband, tugging at it. His gaze lifts to meet yours, and unlike before, he pauses to ask for permission, his expression almost desperate. You can’t help but nod.

His finger slips beneath the fabric, grazing against the skin above your crotch. A moan escapes your lips as your body arches instinctively. Raphael groans, tugging further at the waistband, not enough to tear it but enough to feel the pull against your hips. A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest before he releases the fabric. 

He leans over, crashing his mouth against yours with a hunger that borders on desperation. Urgent, consuming, feral, as though he’s trying to imprint himself on you, to mark you as his. Heat flares in your chest and shoots straight to your head, intoxicating you, biting at your senses. It almost feels like… love?

It’s overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to be swallowed whole by it, to lose yourself in him completely, for him to devour you, to sink his teeth into the very essence of your soul and claim it as his.

Even as his body presses against yours, his claws digging into your hair, and his tongue exploring your mouth, there’s an undeniable barrier. A restraint prevents him from losing himself in you as you do in him. A layer that keeps you from becoming one, perhaps for your safety, or maybe to keep himself composed. Or, perhaps, it’s entirely imagined, and you’re overthinking it.

You’re reeled back to the present when Raphael cups the back of your head, tilting it back as he drags his lips from your mouth to your neck. He trails heated, wet kisses along your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. His fangs graze your flesh in almost a frenzy, nearly puncturing the skin and drinking you in. And you so wish he would.

Your heart pounds inside your chest, your legs pressing together as you grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, your frame disappearing in his.

In the heat of the moment, your hands instinctively reach for Raphael’s sensitive horns. But before you can grip them, something firmly slaps your hands away. Startled, your eyes flutter open, and you see a pointed tail coiling in the air, its tip twitching before it hooks around both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. Raphael’s gaze locks onto yours, dark and consuming.

“ Behave. ” he warns, his hair falling in disheveled strands across his face as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, making his massive size all the more prominent.

“And if I don’t?” you ask, surprising even yourself with your boldness.

His jaw tightens, and one of his brows arches. “We wouldn’t want that, now, Miss.”

Feeling bolder, you raise your leg and brush it against his crotch. You’re surprised to feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his trousers, the cloth somehow containing his formidable size. Your face flushes, and you swallow thickly, the reality of his arousal setting your nerves ablaze. Raphael’s hand moves to your legs, his palm broad enough to hold both of your thighs, pressing them firmly against the bed.

His tongue flicks out, pointed and snake-like, as he wets his dry lips. For a moment, he pauses, as if contemplating something, then leans to your ear.

“I can’t fuck you, Tav,” he whispers, the words so crude they make your pussy throb.

“Not because I don’t want to, but because it would take every ounce of my restraint not to hurt you. However,” he continues, his voice dropping to a deep, low tone, “if you behave, and prove yourself in the upcoming exams, then I might reconsider."

A throaty chuckle spills from his chest, low and rich, making your breathing heavier. “For now, though,” he says, “we can do something else.”

Raphael releases your wrists, and with deliberate, slow movements, he unzips his trousers, pushing them down and freeing his erection. It’s red, angry, and veiny.

Your eyes widen at the sight; his size is staggering; a length and thickness that makes you wonder what the fabric of his trousers is made of to have contained it. You swallow hard.

It’s both terrifying and enticing. He kneels on the bed in front of you, his presence overwhelming, and you can’t tear your eyes away from him. Your pulse quickens, your body responding to the sight of him despite the primal part of your mind that understands the danger. But that makes it all the more delicious.

“You be a good girl,” Raphael commands, his voice dropping to an octave lower. “And follow my instructions, yes?”

He spits into his palm, the sound vulgar and wet, and it sends you over the edge as you squirm in front of him. He spreads it over his garish hands, slicking the length of his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes locked onto you, expectant. You remind yourself to close your gaping mouth.

“Just as you did back at Sharess’s Caress.”

There’s something intoxicating about being here, on his bed, in his presence; it’s a high stronger than any substance you’ve ever known.

You obey without thinking, tugging off your pants and pushing them aside. Pressing your back against the bed frame, your hips tilt toward him, your legs semi-spread, and you feel shy, with a hand almost covering the view from him.

Raphael’s gaze drops from your face to your hand. He clicks his tongue and jerks his head sharply. You lower the hand, revealing your exposed pussy to him. You feel embarrassed by how wet you are, but the look on his face stops you from shutting your legs. Raphael's eyes darken, the amber turning molten. His fist tightens around his shaft as his breath escapes in hot, invisible steam.

What is before you is more beast than man, and the primal hunger in Raphael’s eyes turns any second thoughts into a rush of power.

The idea that this creature of darkness, with all his might and power, is infatuated with you and lusts after you only heightens your high.

You open your legs wider, fully exposing yourself to him. It’s a vulnerable pose; your knees bent, thighs splayed, and you lay yourself bare under his intense gaze. Swallowing hard, you bring two fingers to your mouth and slowly suck them, coating them in saliva. Raphael watches every movement, his hand stroking his cock in tandem, his tail thrashing against the bed like an excited animal. 

You can’t help but smile. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his eyes never leave your hands as they slide down to your folds. A moan slips from your lips as you touch yourself, the slick, swollen flesh of your clit pulsing under your finger. You slap it lightly, the sensation sending a sharp jolt of painful pleasure through you. You whimper, arching against the bed.

Raphael suddenly moves, closing the distance between you. His body hovers over yours, his cock throbbing inches from you.

His free hand grips the pillow next to your head, while the other slides with practiced pressure along the length of his tip, cupping his balls, before trailing back up. His tail slithers behind him, fluid and serpentine, before sinking down to your chest. With a swift flick, it slices through the middle of your bra, the fabric parting effortlessly as your breasts spill free. You gasp, the air making your nipples harden instantly. You whimper again, your breath coming in ragged, your mind clouded by the thick haze of lust and the reality of the situation.

There seems to be an unspoken understanding, a promise not to touch each other, but to indulge in the tension, the breaths, and the reactions you get from one another.

Raphael’s eyes lock with yours as your fingers move over your slick, his name burning at the tip of your quivering lips. His gaze follows every motion, every flush of your flesh. You can feel his restraint, the barely held-back desire in the way his muscles tense, the way his jaw clenches.

Neither of you blinks, eyes locked onto each other as your hands glide from your thighs to your breasts, fingers curling around the soft curves. You cup one with the familiarity of someone who knows their own body, knows what brings pleasure. You move with the same ease as when you are alone in your room, lost in the heat of your own fantasies. The line between lust and love blurs until all that remains is raw ecstasy coursing through you.

You slide two fingers inside yourself, eyes fluttering shut as you melt into the sensation. The heat, the wetness, the way your muscles tighten around your fingers, it all sends waves of pleasure radiating through you. A deep groan pulls you back to the present, and Raphael’s voice, rough and commanding, cuts through the haze.

“Look at me,” he orders, and the sound of his voice, the authority in it, sends a shiver down your spine. You obey, eyes opening to find him staring down at you, his gaze dark and ravenous. Your lips part in a moan, eyes glazed with pleasure as you hold his gaze.

Raphael’s hair falls forward, framing his face, and his hand moves faster on his cock. The slick slide of his palm over his length makes your heart race. There’s a desperate, hungry look in his eyes, like a starved beast, and his voice drops to a growl. “Say my name.”

A shaky breath escapes you, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. Your fingers curl inside you, pressing against that sensitive, aching spot. A moan spills from your mouth, mingled with his name. “ Raphael .”

His eyes flare with intensity, and for a moment, you lose yourself in them. You fall into a rhythm, your fingers moving inside yourself in time with the stroke of his hand on his cock. His tail lashes behind him, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and it becomes unbearably feverish.

This dance of pure, burning desire; eyes locked, bodies moving in tandem, each moan and groan bringing you closer to the edge, continues until finally, you feel yourself tipping over. Your body tightens, your back arches, and a cry tears from your throat as you hear Raphael’s own deep, guttural groan. His climax spills over him, drenching the silken sheets and your body. His hand stills on his tip as his chest heaves with ragged breaths. It seems as though it had taken all the power out of him as he retreats back into the body you’ve become accustomed to.

Raphael’s eyes find yours, and without a word, he leans down, capturing your mouth in his. His body presses against yours as though sealing a pact, and the certainty of it—whatever it is—feels like something neither of you can walk away from.

It’s an odd sight to see the devil help you clean yourself from his cum and your slick, even if it’s with the ease of a flick of his wrist.

You nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent, a mix of musk, cherries and the faintest trace of smoke. It soothes you, lulling you toward sleep, but Raphael's hand moves gently against your back, keeping you awake.

Raphael guides you to the oddly placed pool, convincing you to try it as it has healing properties, even though sleep is the only thing on your mind. As soon as you slide into the water, the ache in your ribs start to ease. You sink into the warmth, letting it seep through your body. Raphael joins you soon enough, the water lapping gently at his chest as he settles beside you. You lean against the smooth, curved edge, your body relaxing in the soothing warmth, and for the first time, you take in the room with a clear mind. Heavy crimson curtains hang from the windows, tied to the side with golden ropes, pooling on the floor. Ornate furniture is scattered about, all dark wood and velvet cushions with glorious paintings that adorn the walls. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the faint lingering of smoke from the candles.

Your eyes catch something as you glance over at Raphael’s back. The series of scars crisscrossing his back, pale and jagged, stand out against his skin. They look old, but there’s a brutality to them that makes your heart ache. You reach out, running your fingers lightly over one, feeling the raised texture beneath your fingertips. “Raphael,” you begin softly, “these scars… What happened?”

He stiffens for a moment under your touch, then his shoulders relax. He turns to face you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Not tonight, Tav,” he says quietly. “Another day, perhaps.”

The silence between you is comfortable as you let the water work its magic, easing the aches in your body. Eventually, Raphael lifts his head and gently touches your cheek. 

“You should retreat to your chambers and rest, Tav. We’ll resume your lessons tomorrow.” He rises from the pool, water cascading off his body, and wraps a burgundy robe around his shoulders. You follow suit, slipping back into your old clothes haphazardly.

Raphael kisses you once more before returning to his bed. You glance back at him one last time before slipping through the door and making your way back to your room. Without paying much attention, you somehow find your way back to your quarter’s corridor.

[nullfier]

i could talk all day about mori's treatment of dazai and the way he abused his power over him but i'd rather talk about the ways in which he is still doing it, despite dazai having left the mafia. as we know, dazai left the mafia under oda's instruction, a promise he made to his dying friend in which he said he would become a good person, and be on the side that saves people. oda said, the sides make no difference to you, so he knows for a fact that dazai has no reason to do these things, when good and evil are mere concepts for him and not something he feels drawn to either way. a take i've seen often and one that i quite like is not only did mori have oda killed for the mafia's own personal gain (the deal struck so that they could operate under legal means), but it falls back on mori grooming dazai to one day take his seat. up until this point, dazai has never had anything worth protecting, has never lost anything, has never grieved anything and never experienced the emotional call to despair.

odasaku's death and thus dazai's push into the light, which ends up being with the ada, is the final piece that mori needed to solidify that dazai would one day be able to take his place. they talk about it, dazai says you were afraid of me, weren't you? and in more ways than one, the statement is true. mori had always known that he would and always wanted for dazai to surpass him, but the husk that dazai had become by never wanting anything, never protecting anything scared him if dazai was to dispose of him and assume his seat, because although dazai is a genius, he was callous and didn't value anything. he wouldn't value the mafia like mori does, he wouldn't protect yokohama like mori does. during the guild arc, mori says if dazai was still my right-hand man, the guild would stand no chance. dazai inside of the mafia and outside of it exists as a powerful adversary to whomever he stands against, and i think this is one of many reasons why the ada and the port mafia exist somewhat in tandem. the port mafia and the ada overstep their boundaries from time to time with each other, but the truth lies in mori knowing that dazai could ruin them if he intended to.

in something of a tldr mori aims to push dazai out of the mafia just as much as he intends to keep him within it. he needs dazai to experience loss, needs him to experience what it feels like to protect something, what it feels like to want to protect something. the fact that after dazai left, mori has not replaced his seat as an executive. has not replaced dazai as his right-hand with someone else, continuously offers him his position back means he fully intends to have him back under his wing again, someday. means he fully expects, once dazai has experienced what he needs him to, that he will take over his position, and he will drive dazai back to him. yosano and dazai serve as two prizes that mori currently does not have on his mantle, and in the deal struck with the president of the agency, those are the two he is most likely to pluck out of their ranks to put right back into his own.

[pr4yerp0sition]

everyone shut up, look at him!!!!/

[collgeruledzebra]

trench being the only person to say a kind word or even thank you to jesse when she's delivering mail in the first iteration of take control... :((((((((

[haztory]

ohhh my god i'm so obsessed w this storyyy you are so talented!! your characterization is on point and i just love how you write their interactions and relationship. in particular the little moments of instinctive comfortability with each other that neither make a big deal out of is so delicious to me like jack brushing shoulders with her at the vending machine, putting his hand on her lower back to lead her out of the room, rounding on her to check in immediately after they exit. they're so at peace with each other it's so sweet. but also ik that sex is gonna go crazyy i can't wait to see what you have in store!! <333

YES I'M SO GLAD YOU SAID SOMETHING. ITS THE LITTLE THINGS (i shout from the rooftops)

i really really want to emphasize in this story that even within the tension there is a underlying trust, bond, and friendship that lies between city girl and jack that shows in small moments. that is so inherently normal and even if it isn't normal (like lingering touches or uncouth comments, or the occasional catching of the other checking them out) it isn't something big enough to mention. like two frogs in boiling water.

i don't think just any dynamic would work with jack. there's too much beneath him, too much life and trauma that would allow him to just fuck around and be comfortable with anyone that walks through the door--especially a colleague. there has to be respect and trust and something there for him to really allow his jaw to unclench. and i think the fact of the matter is that city girl takes it all in stride, sees it even if there's no mention of it, and goes with it.

but let it be known--city girl is the one calling the shots on this. one word from her could easily put jack back in his place. she doesn't though, and that what lets jack ease into it.

[modernwitchsguidetolife]

#OracleMessage #RelationshipAdvice #PsychicHelp #SpiritualGuidance #LifeAdvice #MsOracleBarbie #RelationshipDynamics

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

okayyyyyy just added my latest f/os to the big ol’ f/o list post,,,,,,,,, it’s always an interesting assortment 🤕😭. pretty casual about all four of them currently (randal and hal don’t even have tags yet) butttttt if anyone is curious about any of them do not hesitate to inquire 😇.

[himbopunk]

also the whole thing of leer being incapable of allowing direct harm to come to a child is wild because two of the party members was 1. insane cannibal fallen aasimar barbarian sixteen yo girl 2. kinda rascally leader of a gang of local children and also weretiger lawmage fourteen yo girl. both of which love to bother the shit out of him so now hes stuck w them.

i will say tho like much as i do love a found family i dont know if thats exactly the dynamic here so much as an involuntary chaperone on the most off the rails high school field trip. like

sometimes a group isn't found family not because they don't have the bonds for it or w/e but because, for all parties involved, the idea of family as something to rely on is inherently one that has always been harmful for them, so it's important that these people are very specifically not family in order to be someone they trust. like would it be nice if the characters can redefine what family means to them n whatnot? sure. but that's not always gonna happen. sometimes the guy who keeps you out of trouble is the weird dude who sits at the chess table at the park that you talk to sometimes and he doesnt have to be family to do that he just has to be there. is this anything idk

[free-tarot-universe]

hiii i hope you're doing okay! my question is what will the dynamic be like between me and my person? ty ty 💘

Hi, you're welcome :)

For the dynamic between you and your person, the 8 of Cups showed up. This reflects having your emotional cups in order and knowing when to hold them (stay) and when to fold them (walk away). You seem to have a very good intuition with knowing when a relationship or situation isn't good for you and being able to move forward when you need to, so this card coming up in regard to the dynamics between two people reflects that you won't put up with anything that's not healthy or above board in how you're being treated.

There are a lot of fish in the sea and it does no one any good to get so overly attached that they aren't able to live and flourish if they stay where they are. The card shows there are relationship issues with your person that you need to address. If they're not willing to emotionally be the type of person to help lift you up and just make life hard and it tears you down, then that's a no go. We only ever have control over our actions and how we respond, so if attempts to make certain aspects of the relationship work better, so it's a good dynamic, don't work, you will be fine and better off walking away.

I hope this helps.