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hoesoflamentation · 15 days ago

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⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ toji fushiguro x f!reader, 18+

// content warnings for babysitter!reader x boss!toji, age gap, power dynamic, fingering, oral (both m&f receiving), rimming (f receiving), p-in-v sex, daddy kink, size kink, spanking / slapping

" W E ' R E headed for another heat wave! Rising temperatures have led to a heat advisory, so blast that air conditioning and stay indoors."

That meteorologist didn't need to tell you twice: you were already sweating in your strappy sundress. Despite both an air conditioner and a fan, the air was thick with the haze of summer.

The TV blasted the weather report in the background as you sat on the floor, coloring with little Megumi. He grasped the crayon in his tiny fist, wearing a serious frown that reminded you of his father.

You reached for the remote to change the channel to a children's show, then leaned over Megumi's shoulder.

"Whatcha drawing, buddy?" you asked curiously.

He scowled and hunched over the drawing protectively.

"A picture for my dad," Megumi grumbled.

You smiled.

"I bet he'll love it," you replied cheerfully. "Maybe he'll even hang it on the fridge."

For the briefest of moments, the dark cloud over Megumi's head lifted.

“…maybe," he agreed reluctantly.

Before long, playtime was interrupted by the sound of turning locks and heavy footsteps.

Megumi's father, Toji Fushiguro, walked into the living room and slung his bag and hard hat onto the floor. He was still dressed in his work clothes, covered in a fine layer of sawdust and sweat.

"Hi Daddy," Megumi greeted without looking up.

Megumi was still intensely focused on his artwork, his brow furrowed as he scribbled. He didn’t even seem to notice when you rose to your feet, leaving him the only one still laying on the floor.

Toji rubbed his scarred mouth, doing his best to hide a smirk.

"Hey, kid," he greeted. "What are ya drawing?"

"I made you a picture." Megumi stared up at his father with bulging, round eyes. "Do you... like it?"

"Nah," Toji teased.

Megumi's face fell. Toji chuckled and ruffled his son's hair before dropping the punchline: “I love it. I'm gonna hang it in my locker at work. All the guys will be jealous."

Megumi beamed. Meanwhile, you seized the rare opportunity to sneak a glance at Toji, blushing at the way his sweaty shirt clung to his bulging muscles.

When you first started nannying for the Fushiguros, you were terrified of Toji. Soon, however, you realized that no matter how intimidating he looked, Toji Fushiguro was nothing but a big teddy bear when it came to his son.

As cliche as it was to admit it, you could say you had developed a little bit of a crush on your boss.

“Oh, right,” Toji blurted.

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled handful of fifty dollar bills.

“This is for you, for this week…and last.” Toji cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thanks for understanding. About the, uh, money thing.”

You tried not to stammer as your face flustered.

“Really, Mr. Fushiguro, it’s no problem… watching Megumi is my pleasure.”

Toji frowned, his face crinkling in the same genetic pattern as his son’s.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Y/n?" He rolled his eyes. "Call me Toji.”

Your cheeks burned while testing out the moniker.

“R-right… uh, Toji.”

Truth be told, you had been avoiding using his first name. It was dangerous to let yourself get too attached; dangerous to give into a fantasy that would never, could never, happen.

Toji cocked his head. He eyed you curiously as you stood before him, open-mouthed. You were too flustered to even consider what he could be thinking about.

“…well, take care of yourself, Y/n," Toji finally said.

You nodded in agreement as you gathered your things with a hard swallow, giving Megumi a pat on the head in parting.

“I’ll be back on Monday, alright?”

Once again, Megumi didn’t look up from his artwork. He had pushed aside his first drawing: an assignment from school, to draw a picture of his family.

Stick figure versions of both you and Toji stood on either side of Megumi, both of you holding his hands and wearing big grins. The sight of it made you smile, then frown.

You wondered how Toji would feel when he noticed that Megumi had included you in his “family portrait.” It had been a long time since Megumi had lost his mom, but you sincerely hoped you hadn’t overstepped any boundaries.

Well, at least one person didn’t seem worried. Now, Megumi was scribbling what appeared to be a dog in black crayon.

“See you later, Miss Y/n,” Megumi said, without so much as a blink.

You shook your head with a smile and gave him a little wave. “Bye, Megs.”

As you turned to head out the front door, you were interrupted by a beefy forearm thrust against the wall, painfully close to brushing the bare skin of your exposed shoulder.

Goosebumps broke out along both of your arms as you looked up at Toji from beneath your lashes. He wore a serious, almost threatening expression, tracing his tongue along his lower lip like he was tasting blood.

Your heart raced as his breath blew warm and sweet against your face. You could almost taste a faint hint of breath mints mixed with tobacco smoke; could almost smell a tantalizing whiff of his musky cologne.

“Um, did I forget something?” you mumbled bashfully.

The moment you made eye contact, Toji seemed to break out of whatever trance he was in. He blinked hard and took a big step back.

“Uh, no. Just… stay cool out there.” Toji awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, muscles flexing underneath his sweaty shirt. “Heard this week’s supposed to be a scorcher.”

You folded your arms across your cleavage, stopping your hard nipples from peeking through the eyelet lace of your dress. Hot as it was, Toji’s attentive gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah," you exhaled breathlessly, "I’m feeling hot just thinking about it.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

On Monday, the cruel sun continued to blaze even as Toji was getting home from a long day’s work outside. And for the first time since leaving his criminal past behind, he felt bloodthirsty.

Something about the way those denim shorts hugged your perfectly-round ass had him pinned by the throat… or, more accurately, wanting to pin you by yours.

You were chasing after Megumi and his friend Yuji, playing a game of 'floor-is-lava,' when Toji arrived home.

When you bent down to scoop up Megumi in a playful airlift, Toji wondered if this was a special kind of torture invented just for him. After all, the only thing that could possibly make him want you more than seeing you bend over in that outfit was seeing the way you acted with his kid.

You were so caught up in the game that you didn’t even notice Toji come home until Megumi said something mid-air.

“Hi, Daddy.”

You gently placed Megumi on the ground, dusted off your skimpy outfit, and flashed Toji those innocent doe eyes of yours.

“Welcome home, Mr…" You swallowed, then rephrased: "-um, Toji.”

Toji. Hearing you finally say his name, after months of telling you to stop calling him damn “Mr. Fushiguro,” was the last straw.

It was all he could do to push away the intrusive thoughts of you breathlessly screaming his name — Toji, Toji, Toji! — as he plowed into you from behind…

…was it just him, or had the air conditioner stopped working?

But before Toji could say anything to save himself, the neighbor’s brat Yuji ran up to him and pulled on his pants leg.

“Hi Mr. Fushiguro!" Yuji exclaimed with a grin. "Want to play 'the floor is lava' with us?”

Toji couldn’t take the heat anymore. He had to do something.

“Sorry, kid, can’t," he grumbled. "Got to talk to Miss Y/n for a second.”

Megumi suddenly ran out from behind your legs and tugged on his dad's pants.

“Can I come with you?” he mumbled, barely audible.

Yuji jumped up and waved his hands around, seeming to fill the whole room with his clumsy limbs. “Me too! Me too!”

Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair with a chuckle.

“Not this time, kid," he said fondly. "Got to talk about grown-up stuff. Go hang out with Yuji in your room.”

Megumi heaved a sigh.

“Okay... Come on, Yuji.”

Megumi grabbed the pink-haired boy’s hand and dragged him up the stairs. Yuji stumbled after him, making no effort to lower his voice as he questioned, “What do you think they’re going to talk about? Do you think they’re going to kiss?”

Toji’s cheeks burned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry ‘bout him," he mumbled. "I appreciate you watching ‘em both.”

You shifted awkwardly. “I don’t mind. At least Megumi seemed to have fun.”

Nervously, you took a step closer. “So... what did you want to talk about?”

Your voice shook slightly, as if you were afraid to get in trouble. Toji, on the other hand, knew he was already in deep. You were close enough now to give him bad ideas, like reaching out to put his hand on your thigh, or slowly sliding it up higher…

Toji cleared his throat. “Uh, it’s-“

Well, shit. He hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“-it’s about your outfit,” he blurted.

You cocked your head slightly. “My outfit?”

Your voice took on a teasing tone. “I didn’t realize you were into fashion, Toji.”

And Toji hadn’t realized you were such a brat. Your attitude only made his body temperature climb even higher.

You were exactly his kind of woman - minus about 20 years. And here you were walking around, teasing him, with no idea what you were doing to him.

It had to be some kind of cruel punishment, delivered straight from God himself. Toji was growing impatient.

“I don’t give a shit about fashion, Y/n," he fired back. "I called you here to ask you what the hell you were thinking, wearing that to work.”

“This, really?” You raised your eyebrows, squirming uncomfortably under his intense stare. “It’s just shorts and a T-shirt.”

‘Just’ shorts and a T-shirt? Yeah, right.

“You call those shorts?" Toji snorted. "They barely cover your ass cheeks.”

His eyes lingered on the hem a moment too long, the borderline pornographic way the denim rode up between your soft, fleshy thighs.

“And that shirt is practically see-through.”

Toji's gaze traveled up your torso, fixating on your supple breasts and hardened nipples underneath the thin white fabric...

...he found it infuriating. How could you not have noticed what you were doing to him? How could you not have expected it, when you left the house looking like that - looking like a chew toy ready to be torn into shreds?

You gulped. Toji must have scared the shit out of you, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to care. In that moment, he swore you deserved it.

“I’m sorry, Toji-“

“Sir,” Toji interrupted, unable to help himself. “Call me sir.”

You might have been confused by his mixed signals — after all, he had asked you to call him Toji a million times — but if you were, you didn’t let it show.

Your reply came out as a mere whimper: “Sorry, sir.”

Fuck. The breathless tone of your voice sent shivers down Toji’s spine.

Toji turned to brace himself against the kitchen countertop, making a pathetic effort to conceal the hardening bulge in his jeans. His knuckles went white as he gripped the marble with the same force he wanted to use to pin your wrists against his headboard.

“...go home, Y/n,” Toji finally choked out, his voice low and hoarse. “And wear something different tomorrow. Unless you want me to do something stupid.”

Wide-eyed, you nodded hard, quickly gathering up your things and clutching them close to your heart. You made a beeline for the door, while Toji stood frozen in place, chest heaving.

He half-expected you to quit right then and there. But before you could rush out the door, you turned over your shoulder and called out, “See you tomorrow, sir!”

The door slammed behind you, and Toji let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as he moaned into his hands.

"What the hell is she doing to me?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You figured Toji probably didn’t mean it. After all, he was ten years your senior, and probably much more experienced.

When you woke in the middle of the night, sheets drenched in sweat from the unbearable temperature, you wondered if it could have been some kind of shared fever dream brought on by the heat wave...

...but even knowing you were hallucinating didn’t stop you from riding the hell out of your vibrator. For what felt like hours, you whimpered Toji’s name until you eventually drifted back to sleep.

Your heart raced with anxiety as you showed up to work the next day and rang the doorbell.

Awkwardly, you tugged at the hem of your too-short skirt and skin-tight camisole, wondering if you should throw on the extra shirt you had thrown into your bag this morning - just in case you changed your mind.

Had you mistaken him? Had you taken Toji’s words too close to heart; decided to hear only what you wanted to hear?

The door swung open, and Toji’s jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

You waited in the scorching heat for what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on your back as the sun beat down on your exposed skin.

Then: “Remember what I said to ya yesterday?”

You nodded, knees suddenly growing weak.

Toji dropped his head and swore, running a calloused hand through his shaggy hair.

“Fucking hell, then…” He laughed as if in disbelief, then looked up at you with a hungry smirk. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

In an effortless swoop, Toji picked you up with one arm and tangled the other in your hair. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively while he backed you both toward the bedroom, feeling his enormous bulge press into your stomach as he parted your lips with his own.

Toji kissed you hard and deliberately, as if he had carefully planned out each stroke of his tongue - as if he had been rehearsing this moment for weeks in his head.

“Wait, what about Megumi?” you asked breathlessly as Toji threw you down on the mattress.

“Still asleep,” Toji growled into your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

You nuzzled into his chest to hide your smile as Toji, your boss, left violet marks on your shoulder…

Coming to work early had certainly paid off.

“Dunno what the hell I’m thinking, messin' with a girl this young-“ he grumbled into your skin, licking stripes down your neck as his other hand slid under your top.

“-damn, Y/n - no bra?” You yelped softly as his rough fingers began to toy with your nipples. “Ya really came here begging for it, huh?”

Your cheeks burned hot as you realized there was no more denying how intentionally you had planned this moment… but Toji only laughed, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“A stronger man might’ve fired ya, y’know,” he murmured into your skin.

Toji forced his knee between your legs, coating the denim in your slick.

“Fuck, no panties, either?" He shook his head and laughed. "Girl, you’re either brave or crazy.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning to hide your embarrassment in Toji’s satin sheets.

“Sorry?” Toji scoffed. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t make me laugh.”

In an unexpected move, he kissed you sweetly, allowing his lips to linger; a string of saliva connecting you even as he pulled away.

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that?" Toji snorted at his own thoughts. "And I’m...probably old enough to be your dad.”

You furrowed your brow, absentmindedly trailing a hand down Toji’s clothed spine.

“I don’t think of you as old," you gulped, avoiding his eyes. “But...you’re probably a lot more experienced than I am.”

Toji snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about impressin’ me, girl.”

You glared at him stubbornly as a shit-eating grin crept its way onto his face. Of course he was right, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

A sharp breath escaped your lips as Toji rolled on top of you. One hand pinned your wrists above your head; the other bunched the hem of your tank top under your breasts.

“Sweetheart," Toji hummed, "lookin' like that... you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”

He leaned down and pecked you on the lips for emphasis.

In one skilled maneuver, Toji flipped you onto your stomach and pressed his weight down on top of you. One hand reached around to roughly tug at your breasts, while the other lifted your skirt to expose your needy little cunt.

Soon, you found yourself babbling nonsense, tears threatening to burst as the worn-down pad of his finger circled your throbbing clit. Each of his touches seemed to know exactly what your body needed, as if he reached deep inside your subconscious to pull it out.

“That’s it, girl… let it all out,” Toji whispered into your ear, hushing you as you cried and moaned into the downy pillows. “Daddy’s got ya. And he’s gonna take good care of ya.”

He tongued your earlobe as you reached clumsily behind you to palm at the bulge in his jeans. You weren’t surprised that Toji knew exactly how to push your buttons… but what did surprise you is the way he groaned at even the slightest of your touches, hips bucking away from you as if every stroke of your hand made his skin burn.

“Hmmm, that’s not fair, Y/n,” Toji hissed between gritted teeth. His breath grew quicker and shallower with each of your sultry movements. “I’m not finished with ya yet.”

Toji dug his claws into your sides and pulled your arched hips up to meet his mouth. His enormous hands covered your ass cheeks as he spread them for a better view of his meal.

Toji groaned as he licked a long stripe from front to back, lapping up every last drop of the juices that threatened to drip onto the bedsheets. At the top, he prodded his tongue into your untouched asshole, relishing the way your tight walls puckered and clenched around his strokes.

“Fuck, Toji - more, more, more!” you mewled, drool running down your chin and into his pillow.

Toji chuckled into your puffy mound, his sweet vibrations sending a jolt between your legs. Your legs trembled as he plunged two fingers into your dripping cunt, a stream of your juices leaking onto the bedsheets. He kissed and kneaded at your luscious ass cheeks, hugging your thigh with one hand and eagerly trying to stuff every last drop of slime back inside with the other.

“Such a sloppy thing,” he babbled into your thigh. “Makin’ all this fucking mess f’me…for your daddy.

He palmed your ass, then hit it with a smack that reverberated through the walls.

“What should I do with ya, hm?”

You whimpered as he pressed you deeper into the mattress, slapping your other ass cheek as he devoured your pussy.

“Should I let ya take my cock for a ride? Ya want big, bad ‘Mr. Fushiguro’ to fill ya up?” Toji cooed mockingly.

You were helpless to do anything but moan and rut your hips as Toji backed away from your cunt.

You rolled onto your back, leaning back on your elbows. Strings of your slick stuck to his stubbled chin, Toji made a big show of wiping it off with his thumb and stuffing it into your open mouth.

“C’mere, sweetheart," he said, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Show me how well you can suck."

Toji kneeled and unbuckled his belt as you leaned forward on all fours, tits dangling below your bunched-up shirt.

His cock sprung from his jeans, girthy and veiny and throbbing - and already leaking from the tip. You swirled your tongue over his head like a lollipop, mopping up every last drop.

“Hah, fuck, darlin’… you make that look too easy.” Toji smirked down at you as he pushed your head onto his length, thrusting back until his mushroom tip brushed your tonsils. “C’mon, I know ya can take more of it than that.”

He chuckled, tangling his hand in your hair, as you gagged on his pulsating shaft, your slobber pooling with the dark tufts of hair crowning his base.

“That’s it, girl, hah-“ Toji squeezed his eyes shut as yours bulged with the force of his thrusts. “Ah, fuck… you’re lost on boys your own age, ya know that? Ya telling me you’ve been runnin’ around givin’ head like this? To some fuckin’ kid who couldn’t even find a fuckin’ clit?”

Between slurps, you squeezed out a reply: “No, mmpf- this is just- hah- just for you, Toji- mmmph.”

"Fuck, Y/n." Toji pulled back, releasing his cock from your lips with a pop. He wrapped his hand lightly around your throat and gazed directly into your eyes. "Don’t go saying shit like that…. Daddy’s still got work to do, yeah?”

He leaned down for a sloppy kiss, filling your mouth with the taste of you. You were pretty sure you heard him mumble something like 'too pretty' into your lips — but to be honest, you were already too dizzy with the thought of his cock splitting you open to remember anything else.

Toji pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him, hovering anxiously over his fat tip as your heart thudded in your ears.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Toji murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “I know ya can take it...nice ‘n’ slow...”

Both of you gasped as you lowered yourself onto his shaft, his wide girth stretching your gummy walls. Every inch left you aching for the next one as you slowly tested his length, flooding around him.

“Tojiii,” you found yourself whining, in a desperate tone that made you sound like a stranger to yourself, “you're too big.”

Toji snickered. “Heh, not even halfway in and already begging for mercy?”

He slowly lifted his hips, pushing himself another inch further into your needy cunt.

“Thought you were better than that, darlin’," Toji teased with a grin.

You glared at him and, spitefully, sunk further down. Both of you gasped at the obscene squelching noises your pussy made as it gushed around his width.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Toji sighed. “Ride it just like that, mama.”

He dug his enormous fingers into your fleshy thighs, easily using you to milk his shaft. You dug your fingernails into his biceps, whimpering as he took one of your neglected breasts into his mouth.

Toji’s teeth grazed your nipples as he growled into your skin, bouncing you on his cock with an increasing sense of urgency. You felt yourself melt around him, a haze clouding your vision as your ears started to ring.

“Mmm, Toji, ‘m close,” you purred, closing your eyes as he released your tit with a pop.

From the cracks in his cool facade, you could tell Toji was approaching his high, too.

“Yeah, hah- I bet you are,” he teased with a chuckle. “You’re, mmf- a sensitive little thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You bit down on his shoulder, hiding your face in his muscles.

“Ah, fuck- what’s wrong, darlin’?” he teased cruelly.

Toji started to massage your hip creases with his thumbs, making you moan.

“Is this- hah- too much for ya?”

Too dizzy to speak, you nodded. He hummed, as if that were the answer he had been looking for.

“Oh, sweetheart," he laughed meanly, "I’m barely even touching ya.”

Toji thrust his hips upward, his dick curving into your cervix in a way that had you seeing stars. You bucked your hips, trying to run from the intense sensation, but he held you tight and pushed you down harder until electricity started to gather between your thighs.

“You telling me it’s- hah- this easy to make ya cum?” Toji stroked and pulled at the coarse hairs that crested your mound, his fingers inching dangerously close to your swollen clit. “At least give me a challenge next time.”

His palm rested on the soft pouch of your lower belly, thumb hovering over the sensitive nub. You let out an involuntary whine as his heat warmed your core.

“Talk t’me, girl," Toji hissed. "Is this what ya wanted?”

“Fuck- yes, Toji, that! Exactly that-“

The words barely escaped your lips before Toji pressed his thumb against your throbbing center, making quick, tantalizing circles over the hood.

Despite yourself, you were surprised that a man so rough knew how to be so gentle. Even as his cock was tearing you apart from the inside, Toji was able to control his touch just so.

You thanked him for his service by forcing him to bottom out inside of you, his balls hitting your slit with a wet ‘slap!’

“Shiiit, mama, that’s-“

Toji squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip on your waist with one hand. His other hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach as his thumb kept up a consistent rhythm.

“Speechless?” you mocked.

Toji let out a deep rumble of frustration. “Nngh- think you’re cute, huh?”

He brushed his lips against yours, captured your lower lip between his teeth, and pulled back slowly.

“Shut up and cum for me, little girl.”

Toji gave your clit a punishing smack, and you felt your toes start to curl.

“Gonna cum,” you hummed.

“You on the pill?” Toji mumbled, nipping at your throat.

You nodded, your clit throbbing in anticipation of your imminent release.

Toji grinned maniacally. “Want me to cum inside f’you, sweetheart?”

His question alone was the final push. Your hole swelled around Toji’s thick shaft, dripping creamy fluid into a puddle around his base.

“Gonna, nngh- gonna take that as a yes,” Toji breathed as your clit shuddered beneath his touch.

“Yes, fuck, yes, cum in my pussy, fuck, cum with me, daddy!” you babbled mindlessly, tears and drool streaming down your fucked-out face in a sloppy concoction.

“Heh," Toji laughed, strands of hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. "As you wish, pretty girl.“

As if you weighed nothing, Toji wrapped his arms around you and folded on top of you. He lifted your legs atop his shoulders to plunge deeper inside of you, the veins in his muscular arms straining as he pants into your mouth, his swollen cock stretching the limits of your plush walls.

Streams of his warm seed flowed into your cunt as Toji closes his eyes, strands of black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

“Mmph!”

You were caught off guard as Toji violently captured your lips with his own. As he kissed you, you dared to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pressing your forehead against him, watching him intently as he painted your walls white.

Without moving, or tearing his gaze away from yours, Toji hissed, “If you leave this bed, I’ll fire ya…do I make myself clear?”

The weatherman was right: this week was gonna be a scorcher.

a/n: i've been waiting for warmer weather to post this... well, it's HOT AF where i live this week, so i figured it's finally the time! i promise the final installment of short 'n' sweet is up next, i just thought i'd post this to hold you all over while you wait. hope you enjoy the treat xx.

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astrolook · 1 month ago

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✨📲From Desires to DMs: The 11th Lord’s Role in Today’s Life 💸🤝

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years. This post is based on principles from Vedic astrology. Take what resonates with you and feel free to leave what doesn’t. I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share in the comments if any of this resonates or reflects your own experience.

11th lord in 1H

You come across as witty, charming, and naturally optimistic. You have a poetic way of expressing yourself and a gift for speaking that draws others in. Generosity comes easily to you, and luck often shows up when you need it most. Life may throw you into strange and silly accidents, sometimes even sending you to the hospital unexpectedly. Still, you’re someone who can manifest your desires through personal effort. If you have an elder brother, they might face health challenges. In many cases, you are the firstborn or the only child in your family. Marriage tends to bring more comfort and material happiness into your life. You attract good friends and can rise to success through self-employment. Fame, wealth, and even awards are within reach, especially if you pursue singing. However, if this placement is afflicted, it can bring setbacks, including the rare but serious loss of an elder sibling.

Self-branding, influencer vibes, personal blog, lifestyle reels.

11th lord in 2H

You give off serious PR manager energy. You know how to charm, persuade, and make things happen with your words. Your friend circle is more than just social, it’s profitable. Joint ventures and investments often work in your favor. You might be low-key famous in your circle, whether as the quiet observer, the quirky one, or the center of attention. Careers in sales or banking suit you well and can bring solid financial rewards. Wealth can also come through your spouse, or even through donations if you're involved in activism or run an NGO. You're someone who knows how to turn social capital into actual capital.

Invests in crypto, runs a budgeting YouTube channel, side hustles for savings.

11th lord in 3H

Your elder sibling (if u have one) might become successful or headed that way. They tend to support you, and your bond with siblings in general is strong. There's a chance your sibling is the same gender as you. You're wired for self-employment and can build wealth by standing your ground and outsmarting your rivals. Moving far from home could boost your career and raise your status. Creative fields like writing, poetry, singing, or music are lucky for you. Not only do they bring joy, but they can also lead to real profits.

Content creator, viral tweets, runs a newsletter, digital marketer.

11th lord in 4H

You find joy through your maternal side unless the chart throws a curveball. You might actually feel closer to your father if he’s around. You're a smart worker, not a hard one. If money allows, you'd gladly outsource chores to a maid or even a robot. Investing in vehicles could bring profits, and real estate or agriculture might be other solid income streams. You tend to be practical, maybe even money-minded. Scholarships, higher studies, and awards are well within reach. Your mother is likely kind-hearted, and your spouse could be both fortunate and charming. Parental property might come your way, too, if it exists.

Home decor vlogs, real estate flipping, cozy aesthetic Instagram.

11th lord in 5H

You're or would be the kind of parent other kids wish they had like cool, wise, and totally in control of the future. You may share a strong bond with your father, and your own children will likely be just as attached to you. Gains can come through your spouse and even your kids. You value education and have a natural flair for being classy. The stock market, investments, and even a little gambling might bring in good profits, especially if you play your cards right. You're someone who blends brains with bold moves.

Stock tips on TikTok, sells art/NFTs, runs a fan page, livestreams games.

11th lord in 6H

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RETURN TO YOU

Chapter Four - Castaway

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x female agent reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You’re finally found. After years lost and alone, a faint signal is enough to bring someone to your island. You're brought home, weak, scared, and unsure if it’s real.

A/N: Finally, the moment you've been waiting for. I'm not entirely sure if this should be the end. I kinda have more ideas to tell, but maybe I'll post those as like one-shots or something. I wanted to thank you guys for letting me know that you liked it. I don't think I've ever had this much engagement on my fics. I really appreciate the love this one has had.

On another note, in the last chapter, I asked if you read this, and by this, I meant these messages, I leave here, not the chapter. So, once more, do you guys read these messages?? Also, as always, any questions, requests, ideas, and feedback are all welcome. Enjoy :)

Warnings: +18, descriptions of injuries and such.

Word count: 4.4k+

[You do not have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours.]

The low hum of the SHIELD operations room barely registered as Maria Hill leaned over the dim console. The soft, rhythmic blinking on the screen in front of her was steady, consistent — unmistakable. A signal. Faint, primitive, but deliberate. Her fingers flew across the keys as she opened a secure channel.

"Get me Director Fury," she said, her voice low but urgent.

The line crackled before his voice came through, rough and clipped. "What have you got?"

Maria didn’t look away from the screen. "A signal. Old-school. Someone stripped a Quinjet transponder and spliced it into basic field tech. It’s broadcasting on an early SHIELD frequency — nothing sophisticated, but it’s clean. Repeating."

"That’s a long shot," Fury replied.

"Not if it’s her," Maria said, and there was something unshakable in her tone. "And I believe it is."

There was a pause. She could almost hear him weighing it in silence. Her eyes stayed on the blinking pattern, steady as a heartbeat.

"It’s the captain."

Fury’s silence stretched again — longer this time, heavier.

"You always did trust her instincts more than anyone else," he said eventually.

"She earned that trust," Maria murmured. And she remembered — the smoke, the fire, the chaos.

Kandahar.

—

The sky was dust-streaked and orange, gunfire painting the air in bursts. Agents scattered, wounded, shouting. No one had orders. The comms were fried. And then you appeared — ash-streaked, limping, blood on her sleeve, and calm in her eyes.

“We lost comms!” someone had yelled. “Do we pull back?! Where’s the fallback point?!”

Maria remembered how you didn’t hesitate. She remembered the way you moved — forward, always forward — as if gravity bent toward your conviction.

"With me," you said. That was all.

Two words.

And twenty agents followed you without looking back.

Maria hadn’t said it aloud that day — but someone else had. A younger recruit, clutching his rifle and running to keep up: “Captain’s got us.”

The name stuck.

—

Maria exhaled softly, her eyes never leaving the console. "She pulled twenty agents out that night. Half of them wouldn’t be here without her," she said quietly.

"Is she still alive, Hill?" Fury asked.

"She sent that signal," Maria replied. "I know it's her, and that’s all I need to know."

"Take a team," Fury ordered. "Get her back."

Maria was already on her feet. "Already working on it."

She shut the console off, leaving the weak, blinking signal behind — but only for a moment.

She would follow it. All the way to the end.

—

The quinjet dipped below the clouds like a shadow cutting through the sky, its engines whisper-quiet over the dense canopy below. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting streaks of gold and fire across the endless stretch of green.

Maria stood near the loading ramp, arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon as if she could will the trees to part and reveal a miracle.

She’d barely slept on the flight over, fingers tight around the datapad that showed the narrowing coordinates. Each pass of the satellite brought them closer. Each sweep of the low-band signal narrowed the window.

Still, it felt like a dream.

Three years.

Three years with no trace.

Three years of dead ends, quiet funerals, and trying to help Natasha through a grief Maria shared but didn’t dare speak aloud.

And now this.

A single echo. A half-broken signal from a beacon no one was supposed to remember how to use.

She hadn’t told Natasha. Couldn't. Not yet.

Hope, Maria had learned, was dangerous when it burned too bright. And she wouldn’t be the one to light it unless she was sure. She had seen firsthand what it did to her friend , how it tore her apart each time a lead turned out to be false. Maria needed more than a faint signal to give Natasha false hope.

The quinjet hovered over the narrowed location, nestled between cliffs and jungle, and the team fast-roped down in practiced silence. Maria followed, landing with a solid thud against the uneven earth.

It was still. Too still. But the readings didn’t lie. Someone was here.

She signaled for the group to split. “Fan out. Sweep the perimeter. Eyes sharp. Weapons down unless you see a threat.”

A chorus of affirmatives crackled through comms.

They moved.

Not far away, tucked in the hollow between two rocks and overgrowth, you stirred.

The sound had been faint — a low thrum, like distant thunder.

It came again, closer this time.

You sat up slowly, your body protesting every movement. Your limbs ached. Your head spun. Your skin had taken on the leathery feel of too much sun and too little water. The weakened body you lived in now barely resembled the one that once trained at SHIELD’s academy. The one that flew the quinjet with quiet confidence. The one that could disappear without leaving a trace.

You had survived.

But barely.

You blinked hard, pressing your fingers to your ears.

Voices.

Were those voices?

You crouched low, instinct taking over even as your knees buckled beneath you. The sound of boots brushing leaves. A sharp rustle of brush being moved aside. You bit the inside of your cheek.

It’s nothing. You’ve imagined things before. You’d seen shadows become people. Branches become outstretched hands.

But the voices were growing louder now. Clearer.

“Check the cliffside—Hill’s got east.”

“There’s a trail here—looks like something’s been walking through.”

“Signal strength increasing. It’s close.”

No. No, that was real. That wasn’t just your mind trying to comfort you again. That was real.

Still, your body didn’t move. Not yet.

You sat frozen, heart pounding, as footsteps closed in.

And then—

“Hey!” a voice called. Not a hallucination. Sharp. Solid. Commanding. “I’ve got something—!”

Then another voice. Lower. Familiar. Too familiar.

“Stand down, it’s her—God—” The foliage parted, and there she was.

Maria.

Your mind couldn’t process it all at once. She was wearing tactical black, hair pulled back, eyes scanning like she didn’t dare believe what she was seeing.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything—but nothing came out.

Maria dropped to her knees, her voice thick and trembling. “Hey, hey—it's okay. It's me. I’ve got you.”

You blinked again, too weak to flinch as her hands gently framed your face.

Her breath caught. “Jesus… you’re really here.”

You tried to speak, lips cracked, throat dry. Only a rasp escaped.

Maria shook her head, a soft curse under her breath. She slipped an arm around your shoulders, guiding a canteen to your lips. “Don’t talk. Just drink.”

The water stung going down, but you drank like you hadn’t in days.

Because you hadn't. Rainwater could only last for so long.

Maria kept holding you, one hand steadying the canteen, the other pressed lightly against your back as if reassuring herself that you were solid. Real. Not another ghost.

And then she whispered, almost like she didn’t want anyone else to hear, "I'm so sorry it took this long.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. Not yet. Not when it felt like the moment could vanish if you blinked.

But Maria didn’t rush. She stayed there with you in the dirt, surrounded by jungle, brushing a hand gently through your tangled hair.

“You’re safe now,” she said softly. “We’re taking you home. I’m gonna make sure of that. And I’ll tell her—I’ll tell Natasha.”

You didn’t know if it was the relief or her voice, but that’s when the sob broke free.

And Maria, strong as ever, just held you tighter.

The team moved quickly once they found her.

You were conscious, your body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline as they guided you through the undergrowth. The sight of the quinjet waiting on the shore hit you harder than expected.

Your steps faltered.

The air caught in your throat.

It looked almost exactly like yours—the one that went down in flames, the one that left you stranded and alone. Your chest tightened, breath hitching, muscles locking up as memories flashed behind your eyes. Fire. Smoke. The sound of metal tearing. The impact.

You stopped walking.

“Hey,” Maria’s voice was calm and soft. She stepped in front of you, eyes steady, hand gentle on your shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. We’re taking you home.”

You shook your head weakly, barely audible when you said, “I can’t… I can’t get on that thing. I know it’s stupid, but—”

“It’s not stupid,” Maria cut in, her voice rough with emotion. “After what you’ve been through, it makes perfect sense.”

Your eyes were glassy, full of apology and fear you couldn’t quite name. “I want to go. I just… I can’t.”

Maria glanced at the medic nearby, nodding once.

“We’ll help you sleep through the ride, okay?” she said, already crouching down with her. “No pain. No panic. You’ll wake up at the medical facility. Safe. I promise.”

You gave her the faintest nod, your fingers still gripping Maria’s sleeve like an anchor.

Maria stayed close as the medic prepped the injection, gently brushing damp hair back from your forehead. “You did so good, alright? You held on. We’ve got you now.”

The sedative took hold quickly, easing your breathing as your eyes fluttered shut. Maria caught you carefully as she slumped forward, guiding her into the medic’s arms and onto the stretcher.

And as the engines spun up and the quinjet lifted into the sky, Maria sat beside you, phone already in her hand, staring down at Natasha’s name on the screen.

It was time.

The quinjet hummed around her, steady and familiar. Maria sat strapped in beside the stretcher, her eyes drifting to you every few seconds — as if making sure she was still there, still breathing, still real.

You looked so small.

So fragile.

And it shook Maria more than she wanted to admit. This woman, who once sparred with her until both of them limped off the mat laughing… This woman who had stood beside her through firefights and missions no one else could have survived… Now she lies wrapped in blankets, sedated, ribs visible under her skin, lips cracked from dehydration.

Maria swallowed hard. She stared at the screen for a long second before finally pressing the contact.

The call connected after two rings.

“Maria?” Natasha’s voice came out sharp, tight. Tired. Like she’d been running or not sleeping again. “Is something wrong?”

Maria’s breath caught. “Natasha…”

Something in her tone made Natasha go completely still on the other end.

“We found her,” Maria said softly.

Silence.

“I need you to meet me at the SHIELD medical facility in New York. We’re bringing her in now. She's alive, Nat. She's—she's not in good shape, but she’s alive.”

Natasha didn’t answer at first. Just a breath — hitched, broken — and then, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ve got her right here with me.” Maria looked over again, lowering her voice instinctively. “She held on. Three years, and she never gave up.”

There was a long pause. When Natasha spoke again, her voice cracked.

“I’ll be there.”

—

The city blurred past the tinted windows of the SUV, but Natasha barely saw any of it.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Every red light felt like a personal attack. Every second that passed without her at that facility made her heart pound harder in her chest.

You were alive.

Alive.

It didn’t feel real.

She had imagined this moment too many times — always in dreams, in cruel fantasies her mind would conjure when sleep finally took her. But this wasn’t a dream. Maria had called her. Maria had sounded shaken. That never happened.

Alive.

Natasha’s breath caught again, her throat tight with something she couldn’t name — hope, disbelief, fear. She didn’t even realize tears had started to run down her cheeks until they hit her jaw. She didn’t wipe them away.

Three years.

Three years of not knowing. Of waking up and reaching for someone who wasn’t there. Of closing her eyes and hearing your laugh, only for silence to greet her. Of rage. Of grief so heavy it felt like a second skin.

And now… you were back.

But at what cost?

She kept replaying Maria’s voice in her head. Not in good shape. Those four words sliced deeper than anything else. Natasha had seen the aftermath of war. She had seen what being stranded did to a person, physically and mentally.

What if you didn’t remember her? What if the pain of those years had buried the part of you that knew her name? What if the reunion she’d dreamed of — clung to — was nothing like the reality waiting for her?

The driver turned sharply, and Natasha gritted her teeth, leaning forward.

“How much longer?”

“Five minutes, ma’am.”

Not fast enough.

She closed her eyes. Forced herself to breathe. One hand unconsciously reached for the ring still looped through the chain around her neck — your ring — warm now from her skin.

She didn’t know what she’d find when she walked into that facility.

But for the first time in three years… she had something to walk toward.

You.

—

The quinjet touched down with a soft thud on the rooftop pad of the SHIELD medical facility.

Before the engines had fully powered down, the med team was already waiting — gurney prepped, portable monitors ready, gloved hands reaching for the ramp before it even dropped.

Maria stood to the side, out of the way but not detached. Her jaw was clenched, arms crossed tightly over her chest, as if holding herself together. She hadn’t said much since the sedation. Only that she’d call Natasha again once they landed. But she didn’t need to. The call had already been made. Natasha would be here soon. She knew it.

The second the hatch opened, the team surged forward.

You were still unconscious — sedated, peaceful in the worst way. Your skin looked pale under the harsh facility lights, your body far too light as they transferred you to the gurney. The bruises, the cuts, the ribs pressing too close to the surface — it was all too visible now.

Monitors were clipped to your finger, an oxygen mask gently pressed to your face, and soft commands echoing between the medics:

“Get her on fluids, stat.”

“We need a CBC and a full metabolic panel.”

“Chest X-ray, abdominal ultrasound.”

“She’s dehydrated; start with normal saline, keep it slow.”

The medics disappeared down the hall with you, swift and practiced, the sound of their shoes a controlled blur of movement.

Natasha had just stepped into the hallway when she saw them roll the gurney past.

She stopped mid-step.

Time halted.

You.

There. Real.

But not awake. Not smiling. Not whole.

Her hand went to the wall to steady herself. Her breath left her in a sharp, silent exhale. She couldn’t move.

Maria stepped in beside her, watching the hallway where the doors had just swung closed behind the gurney. “She’s stable. Vitals are holding. They’ll take care of her.”

Natasha didn’t speak. Her eyes hadn’t moved from that door.

A nurse came around the corner holding something small and delicate in a gloved hand. She looked between them before gently addressing Natasha.

“She was wearing this,” she said softly, offering the chain.

Natasha reached out slowly, her hand trembling as she took it.

Your ring. Still looped through the chain she gave you three years ago.

She held it tightly in her fist, pressing it to her lips like a prayer.

Maria watched her quietly. “She survived,” she whispered, more to herself than to Natasha. “She actually survived.”

Natasha’s voice cracked when she finally spoke, low and hoarse. “She wasn’t supposed to.”

Down the hallway, machines beeped. Doors swung. A medical team did everything they could to stabilize you — rehydrate, monitor, and evaluate. You didn’t stir, but you were alive.

That was all that mattered.

For now.

It felt like hours.

The sterile hallway never changed, but Natasha hadn't moved from that same spot. She leaned forward in the plastic chair, elbows on her knees, fingers still curled around the chain holding your ring. The weight of it was nothing — and everything.

Maria had stayed close, pacing occasionally, making a few quiet calls, but mostly giving Natasha space. There were no words left to say.

Finally, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors. He looked tired but calm.

“She’s stable. Fluids are working, and her bloodwork came back cleaner than we expected. Malnourished, yes. Exhausted, definitely. But no infection, no internal injuries beyond the obvious bruising, and a few injuries that didn't heal properly, but nothing to worry about. We sedated her gently. She might wake up soon.”

Natasha stood the moment the doctor nodded toward the room. “Can I see her?”

“Yes. Just for a few minutes, and keep it quiet. She’s been through a lot.”

Natasha didn’t answer. She was already moving.

—

The room was dim and quiet, the steady beep of the heart monitor the only sound. You were there, lying so still under the soft white sheets, a faint oxygen tube at your nose, IVs at your side.

Natasha stopped at the foot of the bed. She wasn’t ready. She’d pictured this moment a hundred different ways over the past three years. None of them came close.

You looked like you and not like you — thinner, paler, yet tanned, your hair longer and tangled in places, and skin marked with sun and wear. But it was you.

Carefully, Natasha stepped closer, lowering herself into the chair beside your bed. She didn’t speak. She just watched. Studied your face. Every part of her wanted to reach out — but she couldn’t bring herself to disturb the fragile stillness.

She opened her hand. The ring glinted dully in the light.

“I never stopped wearing it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Never took it off. Not once.”

Her fingers curled gently around your hand, the one not bound by tape and tubing. You were warm. Not cold. Not gone.

“I should’ve been with you,” she whispered. “I should’ve—”

But she couldn’t finish.

Her breath caught, and for the first time in years, Natasha Romanoff let her shoulders fall and her head bow beside the woman she never stopped loving.

She stayed like that. Until the rhythm of your heart monitor seemed to slow into something steadier. Familiar.

Until maybe — just maybe — she felt your fingers twitch beneath her own.

Natasha’s eyes remained fixed on you, but her mind had drifted. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, nor how many times she had muttered those quiet, broken words — promises, apologies, confessions — to the room, to the air, to you.

The weight of everything she hadn’t said was finally crashing down on her, more than she could have prepared for. The years without you, the months of pretending she could go on without even knowing where you were, the guilt that had gnawed at her every waking moment, the hopelessness she buried deeper each day. It had always felt like she was waiting for something — waiting for the call, the news, anything that would bring you back into her world. She couldn’t breathe without the thought of you, couldn’t focus on anything with your absence hanging like a shadow.

But here you were, lying in front of her, fragile and yet still alive.

Alive.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the ring, the very symbol of everything she’d almost lost forever. The years had worn away at its luster, but it still gleamed, faintly — a promise. She had thought she’d never see you again. She thought she’d have to carry this unfulfilled promise forever.

And yet, here you were.

Her eyes filled with tears that she refused to let fall. She wasn’t going to cry. She couldn’t. Not here, not now, when you needed her more than ever.

"I promised you I’d come for you," she whispered, her voice rough. "I promised."

She held the ring in her hand as if it could reach you — as if it could bridge the gap between her pain and your absence. She was scared, more than she cared to admit. Scared of how you might feel when you woke up. Scared of what you might remember. Scared of how fragile this moment was — of how fragile you were.

Her hand moved slowly to the side of your bed. She didn’t want to disturb you, but she couldn’t stop herself. The need to be close to you was overwhelming. The need to feel that connection — that spark of life that had once been so familiar, so undeniable between you.

“I couldn’t live without you,” Natasha whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I won’t let you go again.”

For a moment, she simply sat there, eyes closed, listening to the steady rhythm of your breath. The world outside the room seemed distant and cold — nothing mattered except the space between her and you, the fragile space that had once been filled with shared laughter, quiet mornings, and stolen moments.

The steady beep of the heart monitor seemed to echo in her mind, a reminder that you were here, that you were real, that you were alive. But what was left for the two of you now? Could things be the same after all that had happened? Natasha didn’t know. All she knew was that she couldn't—wouldn't— let you slip away again.

The door creaked softly, and Maria stepped in, her expression quiet but understanding. Natasha didn’t look up. She didn’t want anyone else in this moment, but Maria’s presence was a grounding force — a reminder that Natasha hadn’t been completely alone through all of this.

“She’s going to be okay,” Maria said, her voice gentle but firm. “She’s a fighter, Nat.”

Natasha didn’t respond, her eyes never leaving you. She wasn’t ready for anyone’s reassurance. Not yet.

Maria waited for a moment, then sighed softly. “I’ll give you some time. Just… don’t do this alone. Not again.”

But Natasha didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She didn’t know how to explain the ache in her chest, the heaviness that had been there for years. There was no way to put it into words.

She only nodded silently, her gaze never wavering from your sleeping form. And in that silence, Natasha finally let herself hope again. Not just for your safety, but for something more. Something she had almost forgotten how to believe in.

She wasn’t alone anymore. Neither of them was.

—

The first thing you felt was the weight of your own body. The heaviness of skin and bone sinking into the sterile softness of hospital sheets. The dull ache beneath the surface of everything. But more than that, it was the quiet hum of machines, the faint beeping of a heart monitor, and the sterile scent of antiseptic that confirmed it — you weren’t on the island anymore.

You were safe.

That realization alone felt unreal.

Your eyelids fluttered, the light above muted through lashes you struggled to lift. The world came back to you in pieces — sound, then shape, then color. The sharp clarity of a cold IV line in your hand. The warmth of a blanket pulled up to your chest. The dull echo of a familiar voice.

It was the last one that made your heart stutter.

Natasha.

She was sitting beside you. Tired. Still. Her posture held together by force alone, like she hadn’t moved in hours — maybe longer. Her hands were folded in her lap, but her entire body leaned ever so slightly toward you, as if afraid you’d vanish if she didn’t stay close.

You blinked slowly, and her eyes found yours in an instant.

The breath she let out was shaky. You saw it — the moment she shattered just a little more but also held herself together just enough to stay strong for you.

“…hey,” she whispered. Her voice was raw, barely a sound at all. But her eyes were full — of grief, of relief, of everything she hadn’t dared let herself feel until now. “You’re here.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first. You tried again — your voice rasped and cracked, dry and weak.

“…Hi,” you whispered.

Tears welled up in her eyes immediately. Natasha leaned forward, slowly, cautiously, her hand brushing your arm like she needed to touch you to believe this was real. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Weeks. Maybe years.

“I didn’t think…” you started, the words struggling to form.

“I know,” she said, voice tight. “Me neither.”

Your eyes darted around, and that’s when you saw it — sitting on the table beside a vase of white flowers, looking oddly solemn in the sterile light — was Red. Your Red. The coconut you once talked to when you were losing hope, when your voice was the only one on that island. Someone had even propped it up with a little folded towel beneath it like a throne.

You stared at it, blinking again, and then let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sob.

“Red made it?”

“Maria made sure of it,” Natasha said with a hint of a smile, though her voice was still breaking. “Said she’d have murdered her entire team if they left him behind. Apparently you muttered its name after they sedated you.”

Your throat burned. Everything hurt. But Natasha’s presence eased something inside of you that had been coiled tight for years. She looked at you like she was scared you’d disappear if she blinked. And you looked at her like she was the first warmth you’d felt in forever.

You reached for her hand, slowly, shakily. She took it before your fingers even fully stretched toward her.

“You waited,” you said softly.

“I would’ve waited forever,” Natasha whispered back.

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. It was full — of all the words you didn’t need to say, of the pain that was finally beginning to thaw, of the bond between you that had never broken, even after everything.

Even after all this time.

You closed your eyes again, not to sleep — just to rest. Just to breathe. Just to be.

With her hand in yours and Red by your side, for the first time in a long time… you believed everything might be okay.

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astrologydray · 2 months ago

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Part of fortune in the degrees

Part of Fortune in the degrees is like the hidden spice mix in your astrological fortune. The degree can flavor your Part of Fortune with deeper nuance, karmic energy, and even timing.

0° – The Origin Point

Fresh start energy! Your joy comes from pioneering something totally new. You’re here to plant seeds that grow into empires. This is “first on the scene” vibes—trailblazer status.

1° – The Initiator

Action = alignment. You’re someone who taps into fortune when you just begin. Taking the first step (even if you’re not ready) opens the door for magic.

2° – The Sensual Stabilizer

Joy comes from grounded pleasures. Your fortune is tied to patience, beauty, and appreciating the realness of life. Think soft power and quiet luxury.

3° – The Curious Connector

Success shows up when you’re thinking, talking, moving, or exchanging ideas. Your mind is a magnet, and your network = gold.

4° – The Soul Rooter

Your fortune is buried deep—in emotions, memories, ancestry, or the past. When you feel safe and emotionally full, life blesses you.

5° – The Performer

You’re meant to shine. Creative self-expression, fun, or dramatic flair are your keys to joy. When you’re playing or performing, everything clicks.

6° – The Healer Hustler

Service brings success. Whether you’re organizing chaos, helping others, or mastering routines, this degree thrives in the little details that build big blessings.

7° – The Lover

Love, aesthetics, and harmony bring fortune. This is a “soft life” degree—where grace, diplomacy, and connection unlock golden paths.

8° – The Alchemist

Deep transformations = fortune. You’re here to transmute pain into power. This is intense but magnetic—your glow-up is probably legendary.

9° – The Seeker

Adventure calls! Joy comes from travel, study, or expanding your worldview. If you’re bored, you’re blocking blessings. Keep moving.

10° – The Architect

Success comes from structure. You build it, brick by brick. You’re playing the long game—and winning. This degree is all about legacy.

11° – The Visionary

You’re ahead of your time. Your ideas are wild in the best way, and when you trust your weird, you win. Your fortune lies in the future you’re helping build.

12° – The Dreamer

Mystical, intuitive, and creatively charged—this degree feels its way to fortune. If it feels right in your soul, the universe will handle the rest.

13° – The Rebel

Unpredictable magic. You don’t follow the rules—you invent them. Fortune strikes when you embrace chaos and follow your electric instincts.

14° – The Messenger

You’re the cosmic translator. Whether it’s through writing, speaking, or vibes, your voice brings value. Say the thing that needs to be said.

15° – The Magnetic Middle

This is peak attraction energy. You draw in fortune by simply being. Balance, charm, and centered confidence = unstoppable glow.

16° – The Analyst

Your mind is your superpower. You thrive on patterns, logic, and discernment. Fortune favors your sharp eye and strategic brain.

17° – The Soul Climber

You’re here to rise—and you will. This degree blends ambition with intuition. When you align your path with your purpose, blessings rain in.

18° – The Intense Transformer

Like 8°, but with more fire. This degree is intense, karmic, and power-packed. Your fortune may come through radical change—or rising from the ashes.

19° – The Channel

You’re tuned in. This degree has psychic undertones and creative genius. Dreams, visions, or gut instincts often lead you to your blessings.

20° – The Master Builder

You’re here to create something real. This degree carries serious manifestation power. With time, effort, and vision—you will make it happen.

21° – The Muse

Creative, charming, and maybe a little flirty—this degree lives for inspiration and play. Fortune shows up when you’re vibing, not forcing.

22° – The Wise One

This is a “master number” degree—loaded with karmic depth. You’ve been here before, and your fortune often comes from helping or guiding others.

23° – The Charmer

You have it. This degree brings social grace, storytelling power, and a magnetic vibe. You’re luckiest when you’re being authentically YOU.

24° – The Grounded Mystic

Spiritual + practical = unstoppable. You’re in tune with both realms, and your fortune comes when you integrate them. This is “divine timing” energy.

25° – The Phoenix

Massive transformation potential. This degree can feel intense at times, but it leads to deep healing and empowerment. You’re the comeback king/queen.

26° – The Dream Doer

You can manifest the ethereal. Ideas, visions, or creative bursts? You make them real. The dream becomes the empire with this degree.

27° – The Revolutionary

Break the mold. Your fortune lies in doing things your way—even if no one gets it at first. Trailblazer energy with a bold twist.

28° – The Old Soul

You’ve done the work in lifetimes past, and now you’re here to refine and complete. Success comes when you trust your deep wisdom and wrap up cycles with grace.

29° – The Anointed One (Anaretic Degree)

You’re here to master this energy—and fast. High highs, intense tests, but major rewards. This is “last level of the game” energy—go big or go cosmic.

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elitisim · 9 months ago

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The beginning of September means the beginning of spooky season; and what's more spooky than a mystery box?

WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!:

Dunno¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Could be anything. Hairs, patterns, accessories, clothes, objects; anything’s up for grabs! It’s a mystery!

[DOWNLOAD HERE]

Or if you're boring and not fun, the credits, preview pictures, links to originals, polycounts and individual download links for everything is under the cut.

Hello cowards😒.

So, let's spoil the surprise for anyone for everyone who clearly hates fun, in today's mystery box you're getting 4 clothing items, 3 female hairs, 2 male hairs, a wallpaper set and an object set.

Mystery Item 1: BACKTRACK - LOW RISE JEAN SKIRT

All credits goes to @backtrack-cc! Original here

Bottom for For YA-A Females

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Career,

5.6k Poly

Fully Recolorable - 4 Channels

4 Fully Recolorable Swatches (Plain, Stars, skull hands and y2k)

Custom Thumbnail

Enabled for Maternity, Disabled for Random

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Mystery Item 2: GORILLAX3 - Oversized Cargo Jeans

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @gorillax3! Original here

Bottom for For YA-A Females

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear

6.6k Ploys

Fully Recolorable - 4 Channels

1 Fully Recolorable Swatch + 9 Non-Recolorables

Custom Thumbnail

Enabled for Maternity, Disabled for Random

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Mystery Item 3: Gorillax3 - Oversized Cargo Jeans w/ belt & Gorillax3 - Crop T-Shirt

GORILLAX3 - Oversized Cargo Jeans

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @gorillax3! Original here

Bottom for For YA-A Males

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear

6.2k Poly

Fully Recolorable - 4 Channels

1 Fully Recolorable Swatch+ 9 Semi-Recolorables

Custom Thumbnail

All LODS and Morphs Including Maternity, Disabled for Random

Not to be confused with Gorillax3's Loose Jeans, converted by @frostedshore [HERE], they're different they just have the same belt, lol.

I hit the image limit on this post, so no previews, but swatches are exactly the same as the female oversized cargos pictured above.

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GORILLAX3 - Cropped T-shirt

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @gorillax3! Original here

Top for For YA-A Males

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear

4.2k Poly

Fully Recolorable - 2-3 channels

12 Fully Recolorable Swatches

Custom Thumbnail

All LODS, All Morphs including Maternity, Disabled for Random

none of these are gorilla's OG swatches💔, sorry I made them for a specific sim with no real intent to share, but someone on discord asked about them when I posted pictures

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Mystery Item 5: SheaButtyr - Lamont Locs

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @sheabuttyr! Original here!

Hair for Teen ➤ Elder Males

19.3k Poly

2048x texture

Texture: sheabuttyr

Custom Thumbnail, All LODS, disabled for random

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Mystery Item 6: EBONIXSIMS - OLADE LOCS

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @ebonixsims! Original here!

Hair for Teen ➤ Elder Males

VERY HIGH POLY! 30.2K!

Found Under Hats

Fully Recolorable rubber bands - 4 channels

Due to how the mesh was made, it doesn't have tip controls; only root, base and highlights.

2048x texture

Texture: ebonixsims

Custom Thumbnail, All LODS, disabled for random

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Mystery Item 7: Simplicity - ALYSSA HAIR

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @simpliciaty-cc! Original here!

Hair for Teen ➤ Elder Females

19.8k Poly

1024x texture

Texture: simplicity

Custom Thumbnail, All LODS, disabled for random

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Mystery Item 8: Simplicity -DIARA HAIR

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @simpliciaty-cc! Original here!

Hair for Teen ➤ Elder Females

22.9k poly

1024x texture

Texture: Simplicity

Custom Thumbnail, All LODS, disabled for random

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Mystery Item 9: XXBLACKSIMS - CURLY BRAIDS

NOT my original work! Mesh and Texture credit to @xxblacksims! Original here!

Hair for Teen ➤ Elder Females

High Poly - 26.4k

1024x texture

Texture: xxblacksims

Custom Thumbnail, All LODS, disabled for random

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Mystery Item 9: @myshunosun's Bastvik Bedroom!

Low-poly meshes: all meshes are less than 1k most being under 500!

Beds sold separately: The beds are just frames, no mattress or bedding included

The beds in TS4 are much lower than ts3 beds, so I recommend a shiftable mattress

[ATS' Tiny House Duvets] and sketchbookpixel's [shiftable single] and [shiftable double mattress] are my personal favorites.

Toddler bed was made with @deniisu-sims [Base Game Toddler Mattresses] in mind.

Vanity disappears when the dresser functions of it are used, but it's fine otherwise.

Bastvik Double Bed Frame: 498 Polys| 2 channels | Found under Beds| §165 |

Bastvik Single Bed Frame: 498 Polys| 2 channels | Found under Beds| §165 |

Bastvik Toddler Bed Frame: 288 Polys| 2 channels | Found in Comfort under Beds| §165 |

Bastvik Dresser: 272 Polys | 2 channels | Found in Storage under Dressers | §198 |

Bastvik Nightstand: 136 Polys | 2 channels | Found in Surfaces under Endtables | §78 |

Bastvik Stool: 88 Polys | 2 channels | Found in Seating under Dining Chairs | §33 |

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Mystery Item 10: Dk-sims Mega Wall Set

NOT my original work! Texture credit to @dk-sims! Original Here!

5 walls all together

Priced at $3 each under paint category

Fully Recolorable - 2-4 Channels depending on the Wall

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Tagging: @pis3update, @naturalhair-sims3, @xto3conversionsfinds, @kpccfinds

#ts3cc #s3cc #ts3 cc #ts3 download #ts3 #s3 cc #ts3 dl #s3 dl #sims 3 #4t3 #black simblr #black sims cc #[mine]#Shut up guys. It’s not a low effort conversion dump. it is a high effort and very fun mystery box!#Also! I did my first hairs with transparencies AND I decimated them all by myself! Look at me go mama! Aren't you proud of your boy?#sidenote: there's a special super sneaky bonus gift included somewhere in the set if you're fun and cool you'll find it easily 😉

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Patience and Strategy

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dan Heng IL x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Teamwork, Aventurine Boss Fight, SAHSRAU, Action, Character Development, Humor, Tension.

Warnings: Minor violence (combat).

A/N: I'm not proud of this one and I hate it... 🧍‍♀️ (Plus idk how the in-game battles work or how to describe it...)

Requested by: @neuvillette-x-water

The battle was set.

Aventurine, Dan Heng, Sunday, and Ratio stood in formation, each of them ready to face the final challenge. Their target? An imposing figure—Aventurine's counterpart or his final form, an enigmatic and unpredictable powerhouse who had taken on a form much more powerful than any of them had expected.

The screen flickered, the usual ominous energy swirling in the air as the enemy loomed before them.

"Alright, team," Aventurine said, flashing a grin that was only half a facade of confidence. "It's game time. Let’s see how luck and strategy fare today."

You couldn’t help but groan from behind the screen, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Why'd you roll a 1?!" You shouted, the words sharp and full of disbelief.

Aventurine blinked, his grin faltering for a brief moment. His gaze flickered upward, as though trying to spot you somewhere in the unknown expanse of the fight. But of course, he couldn’t see you. He didn’t know where the voice was coming from, but he could hear it. Loud and clear. He straightened himself up quickly.

"Nothing like a little motivation," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes narrowed at the boss. "Alright, time to show you what a ‘1’ really means."

Dan Heng, ever the professional, ignored the distraction. His eyes studied the battlefield, calculating each possible outcome. The battle was no longer just about defeating an enemy. It was about survival, precision, and strategy.

You couldn’t hold back your frustration. "Dan Heng, stop being so serious! Just land a hit already!" Your voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Dan Heng’s lip curled slightly, though the rest of his face remained as serene as ever. "I am calculating the best approach."

"Don’t overthink it!" You snapped, pacing behind the screen. "Just—Ugh, you’re making me nervous!"

Despite your irritation, Dan Heng didn’t rush. He moved fluidly into position, his body tense and poised. "Patience is key."

Sunday, ever the introspective one, spread his wings slightly as if to channel the celestial energy within him. "I have seen many battles in my time... but this one is different." His eyes glinted as he muttered to himself, the halo behind his head giving off a faint, ethereal glow. "The conflict between the dream and the waking world... which shall prevail?"

Your eyes narrowed in frustration. "Just get on with it, Sunday! What do you mean, 'which shall prevail?' You’ve been in a million battles, it’s just a boss fight!"

Sunday let out a soft chuckle, his calm demeanor barely broken. "Perhaps. But you see, sometimes, the world’s true enemy is not the one we face, but the one we carry within."

He raised his hand, a flash of light swirling around his fingertips. As the battle raged on, Sunday’s voice echoed in the midst of the chaos, soft but resolute. "I will not let this darkness cloud my vision." His magic surged, and an ethereal barrier formed to shield the team.

Ratio, standing to the side with a confident, almost smug look on his face, adjusted the straps on his armor, eyes glinting with intellectual curiosity. He smirked at the enemy. "I assume the strategy here involves a bit more than brute force?" His eyes scanned the boss with disdain, but that only made him more eager to dissect the fight. "Let’s see what this thing can withstand."

You gritted your teeth, feeling the tension rise. "Ratio, can you stop showing off for two seconds? Focus on the fight!"

"Ah, but it’s all about understanding the pattern, yes?" Ratio replied, as if the battle was a mere intellectual puzzle. "By the time this beast even attempts an attack, I’ll have already deduced its weaknesses."

And with that, he flicked his wrist, sending a surge of energy toward the boss.

Aventurine, however, had heard enough. "Enough talk! It's time to win this!" He shouted, his voice rising with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

You quickly gritted your teeth, watching intently. "Aventurine, beat his ass! Wait... hold on, don’t get too cocky!" You warned, anxiety rising in your chest as the gamble felt all too risky.

Aventurine ignored the warning, the thrill of the gamble coursing through him. "This is what I do best!" He launched himself at the boss, his movements fluid, almost elegant, as he played the ultimate hand. But as he struck, the enemy retaliated, the shockwave of power slamming him back.

Your stomach dropped as you watched him stumble. "Aventurine!! What was that?!" You yelled, disbelief and concern flooding your voice.

Aventurine grinned, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "A setback! You’ll see. I’ll turn this around." He winked, determination flickering in his eyes, and you could feel the resolve in his voice despite the blow.

Despite the tension, you found something strangely comforting about hearing his voice—a reassurance that they weren’t about to back down. But with each blow and each retreat, the team began to notice that the enemy was growing stronger, adapting to their moves.

Dan Heng, ever the pragmatist, quickly adjusted his approach, leaping into the fray with careful precision. He struck from above, his sword flashing as he aimed for the weak points the team had uncovered.

Finally. "Finally!" You exclaimed, a rush of relief flooding over you. "Took you long enough to get in a good hit!"

Dan Heng’s lips twitched into a barely-there smile, but his movements were sharp and decisive. "As I said, patience."

Sunday’s wings fluttered in time with his next spell. He called upon celestial energies to lock the enemy in place, creating a soft glow around his body. His voice, though gentle, carried across the battlefield. "In the end, it’s not about winning or losing… but the balance we must strike."

You rolled your eyes, frustration boiling over again. "Balance? What are you, a philosopher or a fighter?"

Sunday shot a quick glance toward the screen, his golden eyes amused. "Perhaps a bit of both."

As Ratio unleashed another wave of energy, the battle seemed to intensify. But the mysterious boss was relentless, responding with overwhelming force. The team began to feel the strain, but they weren't about to back down.

"Come on, guys, don’t let up! You’re so close!" You urged, a sense of desperation creeping into your voice. The enemy was weakening, but the team was running out of time.

Aventurine’s eyes gleamed as he saw the opening. "This is it!" With a flourish, he rolled the dice of fate one more time, pulling off a calculated strike. The boss’s defenses cracked, and with a final, well-placed blow, they brought the enemy to its knees.

The screen lit up with victory.

"Yes! Finally! That’s what I’m talking about!" You cheered, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Aventurine, breathing heavily but smiling, turned toward his team. "I knew it was in the cards. That’s how we do it."

Dan Heng, his posture still relaxed despite the battle, nodded once. "We’ve won, but I’ll be ready for the next challenge."

Sunday let out a quiet sigh, wings fluttering once. "A victory, but a fleeting one. There are always more battles ahead."

Ratio adjusted his robes, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Not bad. I suppose there’s merit to a victory like this after all."

And with that, the battle was over. Your team, victorious once again. And while you could never physically see them, you knew they could hear you. After all, you were their guide, their unseen strategist.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, wiping your brow in relief. "But seriously—next time, let’s not roll a 1."

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togeppy · 2 months ago

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everywhere, everything ;

liam mairi x reader

liam and reader make sure that they're with each other everywhere and through everything, including death ✧ : honestly I just wanted to use the chorus from everywhere, everything by noah kahan in a fic and this seemed appropriate. also i discovered i might be incapable of writing a fourth wing fic that doesn't include at least a little bit of something sad?

You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to stay in Resson and fight, but it doesn't make the fear humming through your body any more manageable. You're terrified, and you're doing the best you can to stay alive, but every instinct is telling you to run, to flee, to be anywhere but here. You're a first year cadet - while the other marked ones are skillfully using their signets to fight off the wyvern, your heightened hearing is doing next to nothing to help the battle. The venin move with lightning fast precision; by the time you hear them approaching, they've already closed the distance, ready to engage in a fight.

You feel as if you could slip out of your skin at the feeling of impending doom, but you force yourself to tighten your hold on your dragon - you made your decision to defend the townspeople and you will not back down, regardless of how much you wish you were safe behind the wards right now. Everyone rider present is willing to die an honourable death fighting for the defenseless, and you figure that if you were to meet Malek, this is how you would want to do it. So you forge on.

All you can do is close your eyes and focus on sound cues so that you can direct your dragon towards areas you think the wyvern and venin are headed. You try to drown out the sound of dragons and your friends yelling commands, and focus on the sound of the wyvern's distinguishable wingbeats. Seconds pass and you catch onto a pattern that seems to be not far from where your dragon is currently flying.

"Up ahead!" you yell to your dragon, who instantly understands your cue, and shoots forward in the direction where you heard the wyvern approaching. Surely enough, ahead of you are two riderless wyvern, poised to attack. You're not prepared to take on two wyvern alone, and you can feel the panic once again rising in your throat, before your dragon comforts you through your bond.

"Deigh and your mate approach," they comment just as you hear the familiar sound of Deigh's wings approaching not far from your right. You only have a brief moment where you catch Liam giving you a small smile from atop Deigh's back, meant to reassure you that you're not alone and he'll be there fighting with you through this all.

Liam had been a constant pillar of support in your life, and nothing seemed to change even now, in the midst of battle. Growing up, he was a friendly smile that treated you as an equal, even when the older boys were bigger and stronger than you and easily took you down in training. When you were sent to separate foster homes, him with Xaden and you with Sloane, his letters weren't only about how his sister was faring. He always checked in on how you were doing, knowing that you had no family left and no one else that you could be vulnerable with. In the quadrant he was a deterrent for anyone who tried messing with you. He didn't care when someone muttered remarks questioning his own loyalty, but the second the comments were aimed at you, he was ready to defend you in a heartbeat. It was because of his constant support that you fell so deeply in love with him.

As Deigh swoops in to help fight against the wyvern, you find the fear gripping your chest lessening. Now that Liam is with you, you feel like you're capable of handling this fight. The two of you work well in combat together - your signets made you the eyes and ears of your squad, so you have a solid defense, preventing most sneak attacks that might come your way.

Liam begins channeling from Deigh, shooting spears of ice at the wyvern closest to him, while your dragon shoots flames at the wyvern directly in front of you. They're both momentarily stunned, and the two dragons take that as an opportunity to fly in, your dragon immediately flying over the wyvern and swiping their claws against its wings. The attacked wyvern buckles at the gashes now hindering its ability to stay in the air. The beast tries to counter by clawing back, but your dragon is too fast, clasping its jaw around the wyvern's neck and shattering it with a crack, causing it to fall out of the sky and crash into the ground below, killing it on impact.

You look over to the side, and Liam and Deigh have similarly deftly dealt with their own foe. You and Liam lock eyes, and he smiles once again, quickly lifting his right hand to his heart as a sign of vulnerability to you. Over the past year, the two of you had used that motion as a silent 'I love you' for moments like this, where you wanted to show that you were there to support each other when you couldn't tell each other with words. It was a sign that the two of you would be together everywhere, through everything. You do the motion back to him, but you're broken away from your moment of solidarity when you hear the sound of more wingbeats from further behind you.

Your dragon immediately alerts Deigh to what you've heard, and the four of you are shooting off in that direction before you can even register that the decision was made. You're flying fast, the cool wind prickling your skin as you take in the smell of smoke surrounding you from all angles. You're so focused on the wyvern that you're heading towards that you don't realize your mistake until it's too late.

Ahead flies a riderless beast, but the bigger concern exists behind you where two wyvern are following you in close pursuit, each with a venin atop its back. You suddenly feel your stomach drop as you realize the gravity of the situation you're in. Liam can at least use his ice to deter the venin until he can go in for the killing blow, but you don't have a signet that will help buy you time, and the alloy-hilted dagger strapped to your thigh isn't doing much until you're within a dangerous proximity. By that point, you've already reached a situation that there is no coming back from.

"What are our odds of survival if we go in for the attack?" you question your dragon as they veer from their original course, similarly realizing the precarious situation you've been put in.

"Lower than I'd like to risk," they respond, and you know it hurts them to admit it. Your dragon is prideful, and for them to back down from a fight means that they know that it's not a battle that's likely to be won. If there was only one venin at your rear, you and Liam together could have a chance at killing it. In a two on two fight? You would be meeting Malek in seconds.

Deigh seems to come to the same conclusion, both of you splitting off in opposite directions, each with a venin on your rear. You don't venture far from each other though, eventually circling back so that you're now flying in parallel to one another, venin not far behind each of you. Both dragons and riders acknowledge that taking on the fight together may grant you with a higher chance of survival than fighting alone. You soar past some of your fellow marked ones, and you can't help but send up a prayer that one of them is free enough to come to your aid.

You're busy trying to formulate a plan of attack, before you see a flash of movement from off to your right where Liam is flying. The venin behind you are busy sending balls of flame at both dragons, but you're able to evade them with sufficient ease. However, you notice Liam standing up on Deigh's back, running towards the dragon's tail.

"What is he doing?" you ask, alarm lacing your voice, but your dragon stays silent, focused on evading the attacks coming from your rear.

You can't help the gasp that escapes you as Deigh launches Liam into the air towards the wyvern. Within seconds, Liam lands in a crouch on the wyvern's back, pulls out a runed dagger, and slits the venin's throat before it can even attack. You don't even have time to react before Deigh is below the falling wyvern, catching Liam. Seeing Liam deal with the wyvern with such ease brings you some confidence to be able to defeat the enemy that's been trailing you all this time.

"We will fight," your dragon finally pipes up from within your mind, confirming your own thoughts as they bank left in a steep turn.

"I can't do what Liam did, they'll see it coming," you reason, trying to think of the best way to deal with the opponent still chasing you down.

"We will face him together," the voice in your head affirms, pivoting once again to face the venin head-on. Your dragon lets out a strong breath of fire directly at the wyvern, but it has little to no effect. Before you can even fully comprehend what's happening, the wyvern is flying past you, and the venin uses Liam's strategy to launch itself onto your dragon's back. Your heartbeat picks up, and you're quickly unsheathing your daggers, standing to give yourself a fighting chance against the venin. You've lost the element of surprise, but it doesn't mean this battle is lost. You're a good fighter, and you picture the enemy before you as just another one of your sparring partners on the mat.

"Just give up now," the venin spits out, a smirk evident on his face, "It's clear that this this fight is not in your favour."

He might be right, but you're not going to give up so easily. You palm one of the runed daggers, holding it so that you can easily strike when the venin approaches. You're on the defense, not offense. The venin notices this, and moves in to strike at you with its staff. Your dragon is trying its best to stay levelled so not to knock you off, and you use this to your advantage, ducking out of the way of the attack. You use the momentum of the attack to try and slice at the venin's leg, but he notices your attempt and nimbly moves out of the way in response. The two of you stand staring at each other, both anticipating the other's next attack.

You were wholly focused on this fight, trying to scope out your opponent's weak areas, only to be broken from your concentration by the scream of a dragon that you hoped never to hear. Your head quickly jerks to the side as you realize it's Deigh's scream, your eyes frantically searching for a sign that Liam is okay. You spot him with Violet atop Tairn's back, but panic rises in your chest seeing Deigh losing a fight against a wyvern not far away from you.

The venin immediately notices your distraction, using this as an opportunity to strike. He moves in once again with his staff, but you've snapped back to attention in time, able to avoid the strike. You use the venin's confidence against him, a sure slice across the neck that kills it on impact.

You're about to sigh in relief when you notice the venin has died with a smile, and you're momentarily confused. It's then that you feel as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice cold water over your entire body, and every nerve ending in your body is on fire. You look down at where the venin's non-dominant hand would have been, and finally notice that as you made the killing blow on him, so did he deliver the killing blow to you.

A dagger is lodged in your chest, blood slowly dripping out of the wound. You feel your legs go weak, and you move to sit back down on your dragon, lest you die prematurely by falling off their back.

"NO!" you hear your dragon's voice shriek in your head, matched with an equal ear-shattering roar in the physical world. Only seconds later, you hear another scream, this time from Deigh.

Your dragon makes quick work of trying to lower you to the ground, and you hazily see Violet on Tairn's back looking over at you as well, eyes wide as she catches sight of the blade protruding from your body. Liam is also on Tairn's back, and though your vision is beginning to blur and the ability to think critically leaves you, you realize that something is wrong for them as well.

You look down at the dagger still embedded in your chest. Maybe this is all a dream, and this blow isn't about to kill you. You touch the wound gingerly, and pull your hand away when it comes back soaked in your own blood. Not a dream.

You know better than to pull the blade out, knowing that it will only cause you to bleed out faster and expedite your imminent death. You want at least one more moment with Liam and your dragon before you face Malek.

Your entire body is jolted as your dragon makes contact with the ground, lowering itself to the ground. A blast of grief runs through you and you reach out to your bond.

"Deigh is gone," your dragon informs you. For a moment, you don't know how to process the information. Deigh, who was there alongside you just as long as your own dragon was, has fallen in battle, and you can't help but wish that the red daggertail didn’t suffer as he died. Largely because of the effect of your own injury, it took a few more seconds for you to realize the implications of the loss.

"Liam-" you manage to sputter out, "What happens to Liam?"

You crane your neck over to the side, and notice the dragon's body lying unnaturally, not far from where you still rest atop your dragon's back. A rider whose dragon dies will also meet an untimely fate - Liam is also moments away from death. You can still feel the sorrow emanating down your bond, your dragon well aware that this is the end for you as well - it's inevitable that you will have to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you for everything," you whisper, sliding down from your dragon to the best of your abilities, wincing at the pain from the wound now oozing with even more blood. Your dragon has swiveled its head to be directly in line with yours, and you can't find the strength to stand. You place your hand on their snout and they lean into your touch, closing their eyes, "Thank you for choosing me, and for fighting with me until the very end."

Your dragon blows a gentle huff of steam in your face, a comforting gesture, as tears begin to stream down your cheek, and you close your eyes to rest your head against their snout, where your hand had been only seconds before.

"It was my honour to fight alongside you, every moment of the way." The two of you sit there for a few seconds, and you're only interrupted when you hear Violet's footsteps approaching, eventually coming to a halt beside you.

"Do you want me to bring you to rest beside Liam? Or would you rather stay with your dragon?" she asks, her voice choked as she asks you the question. You open your eyes and stare into the eyes of your dragon, who gives you a small nod.

"Go be with your mate," they respond, moving away so that Violet can help guide you towards the area where Liam lays, not far from you. It's clear he's already said his goodbyes to Violet, and a pained smile ghosts his face as he catches a glimpse of you approaching, supported by Violet. Your blood is soaking her flight jacket, but there isn't much that can be done about the situation when she lays you next to Liam.

Your hand reaches out for his, being able to relax slightly at the feeling of contact with your pillar of support. After a few seconds of silence, you finally speak, just barely enough strength in your voice to form the last couple of sentences before you both meet your fate.

"Couldn't let me meet Malek without you, could you?" You try to joke as your head rolls lightly to rest on Liam's shoulder.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you die alone?" He laughs softly, turning his head to place a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Your body by now feels like it's on fire, every movement agonizing, but you find it in yourself to lift your right hand and raise it to your heart. "I love you, Liam. Always and forever, to the grave and beyond. Through everything." By now, your cheeks are soaked with tears, and black starts to dot your vision. You notice other marked ones approaching, the sound of footsteps becoming more frantic, but you can't seem to care - you just want to ride out your last moments with the man you love. Your hand starts to slip, no longer having the strength to hold his own in yours. He moves to intertwine your fingers so that they're joined together with less effort. "Please don't let go."

"Everywhere, everything," Liam mutters, using the last of his strength to raise your joined hands to his lips, pressing a weak kiss to your hand, "I'll love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat. 'Til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours."

Both of you are moments away from death, and you can feel your life force slipping away.

"Thank you for loving me, Li," you gasp out, knowing that this is the end for you, "And for letting me love you."

"It's been… my honour." He responds weakly, his pulse slowing beneath you.

Just as everything before, you and Liam are facing your final moments together. The man who was there for you in every waking moment is there alongside you as you breathe in your last gulp of air, and he's there to walk with you into death, hands joined as you enter the afterlife. You let a smile grace your lips knowing that you're in good company for the rest of eternity. You let out your final breath, and everything fades to black.

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saphig-iawn · 7 months ago

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Balljointed Bliss

My doll was ready for her next lesson in dollification.

We had played with hypnotic bondage and gentle manipulation of her body with my words, but now she was ready for a bigger step.

Her preparation was so fun, going out to get herself such pretty dolly clothes and dressing up for me.

When we started, I was greeted with a pretty black dress, armlets, white knee high socks, a beautiful frilly choker, and such delicate dolly makeup. She beaming, so eager and ready to play.

I brought her down with gentle fractionation.

She is one of the reasons why I took more time in exploring this kind of induction. She is very mobile and expressive and trance, really channelling herself into the scene. But when I gentle fractionated her for the first time, she barely moved she was so deep.

Then I wove the spell, as in the trance I began to weave a ribbon between her fingers.

The transformation would be gradual but not slow.

It would start at her feet, and they would instantly stop. Like an elevator reaching its destination, the stop would be felt all over her, almost disarmingly.

Then it would rise higher and higher.

Her ankles would change into perfect balljoints. Frictionless and without resistance.

Then her knees.

I would roll up her body like a tide, gentle but inexorable.

As each part changed, the control she had over them would be delicately placed in my care.

She was going to be safe in my hands.

As it reaches her breasts, their forms stiffening, her fingers begin to turn too.

Dollification on all sides, she finds herself cornered and deliciously helpless.

Then one of my favourite parts begins as the dollification climbs up her neck. Her voice will begin to soften, each word a whisper until nothing leaves her lips beyond her gentle dolly breath.

She is still.

She is safe.

Nothing but a doll.

She was so surprised when I spoke the spell and the changes began.

There was a pause as her feet stopped, like she'd got a lace caught in something while walking. A disruption to her pattern.

But then she let out a quviering gasp as the changes spread.

She was barely able to verbally appreciate her new form before her words plasticised in her throat.

Seeing her limbs gently drop as the balljoints formed was such a sweet cherry on top, and testament to her as a subject of mine. So lost in the spell that she felt safe to sink so much deeper.

It was so fun to coo in her ear while she was so limp and inanimate, posing her while her arousal became sealed in plastic.

The best part was being deliciously mean to her as she was just on the cusp of climax; her eyes clenched shut, her bottom lip held between her teeth, her hips bucking into her hand.

I dollified her.

She tried so hard to keep going, to push herself over that edge, but her body betrayed her will.

She looked so pretty in her chair. Head back, eyes unfocused at the ceiling. Arm limp by her side. Her other hand so close to her dolly parts but so far.

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tarotwithavi · 2 years ago

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How to dress according to your venus sign

Can also be applied for Rising and mid heaven.

For entertainment purposes only!

Aries venus

Bold. you should embrace bold and adventurous styles that reflect your fiery and passionate nature. Opt for vibrant, eye-catching colors like red, orange, and hot pink to showcase your enthusiasm and energy. Choose clothing that highlights your individuality, such as unique statement pieces and daring accessories. Aries Venus individuals often enjoy a sporty, active lifestyle, so incorporate athleisure elements into your wardrobe, like sneakers or activewear-inspired outfits. Show off your confident and independent spirit with edgy cuts and styles, like asymmetrical hemlines or bold patterns. Don't be afraid to experiment with fashion and be the trendsetter in your group.

Taurus venus

Taurus venus is for luxurious, earthy, and sensuous attire. Begin with soft, tactile fabrics like silk, velvet, or cashmere in earthy tones such as deep greens, browns, and soft pinks. Your style should prioritize comfort and quality, so invest in well-fitted, timeless pieces like tailored blazers, flowy maxi dresses, or high-waisted trousers. Accessories should be elegant and understated, favoring natural gemstones like emeralds and rose quartz. Shoes should be both stylish and comfortable, such as leather ankle boots or suede loafers. Hair and makeup should be natural and effortless, with loose waves or soft curls and a nude or earth-toned palette. Show off that neck gurlll.

Gemini Venus

you should embrace versatility and a playful sense of style. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, making communication and adaptability key. Opt for outfits that allow you to mix and match, like a wardrobe full of separates, bright colors, and patterns. Experiment with various accessories to express your ever-changing tastes. Consider wearing clothing that incorporates elements of duality or contrast, such as asymmetrical designs or reversible pieces. Gemini is an air sign, so lightweight, breathable fabrics like cotton and silk can be your best friend. Don't forget to change up your style regularly to keep things interesting, as Venus in Gemini individuals thrive on variety and novelty in fashion.

Cancer Venus

You should embrace a style that reflects your emotional and nurturing nature. For example, soft, flowing fabrics in gentle, watery colors like seafoam green, silver, and pastel blues that soothe your sensitive spirit. Incorporate vintage or nostalgic elements into your wardrobe. Embrace feminine, figure-flattering silhouettes that accentuate your curves and emphasize your nurturing qualities. Jewelry with moonstone, pearls, and other iridescent gems complements your lunar sensibilities. Wearcozy, comfortable clothing that exudes warmth and comfort, like oversized sweaters and cardigans. Incorporate subtle touches of sea-inspired accessories, such as seashell-shaped pendants or bracelets.

Leo venus

Channel your inner confidence and glamor. Choose bold and attention-grabbing colors like fiery reds, golds, and vibrant purples. Like luxurious fabrics that exude regality, such as silk or velvet. Incorporate statement pieces like a dramatic, floor-length gown or a tailored suit with a dramatic flair. Don't shy away from sequins, metallics, or animal prints. Accessorize with bold and extravagant jewelry, such as statement necklaces or oversized earrings, and make sure your hair is styled to perfection, whether it's flowing locks or a bold updo. Animal prints and gold jewellery were made for leo venus.

Virgo Venus

Go for clean, practical, and detail-oriented fashion choices. Embrace earthy tones such as muted greens, browns, and neutrals, which resonate with Virgo's grounded nature. Pay attention to the smallest details in your outfit, like perfectly tailored clothing and well-coordinated accessories. Choose modest, well-fitted pieces that emphasize your natural beauty and avoid anything overly flashy or extravagant. Your style should exude professionalism and functionality, so consider incorporating classic pieces like tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Also go for comfortable yet stylish footwear, and keep your hair and makeup understated, emphasizing a natural and polished look. Adding a hint of vintage charm or retro-inspired pieces can also align with Venus in Virgo's appreciation for the past.

Libra Venus

You should embrace elegance and harmony in your attire. Choose clothing that embodies balance and refined taste, such as well-tailored suits or dresses in soft, pastel colors or shades of pink, which resonate with Venus's love for beauty. Opt for outfits with clean lines and symmetrical patterns, as they appeal to Libra's sense of equilibrium. Accessories like tasteful jewelry, scarves, and belts can enhance your look, adding a touch of sophistication. Keep your hair and makeup balanced and graceful, avoiding overly bold or dramatic styles. Ultimately, aim for an ensemble that exudes charm, grace, and a sense of unity to align with the traits associated with Venus in Libra.

Scorpio Venus

Go for dark, intense colors like deep burgundy, black, or dark purple to exude passion and depth. Choose clothing that highlights your curves and adds an element of intrigue, such as form-fitting dresses, lacy lingerie, or leather accents. Incorporate accessories like statement jewelry with mystical or occult symbolism, and don't shy away from bold makeup with smoky eyes and deep, rich lip colors. Embrace fabrics like silk and velvet for their sensuality, and let your clothing choices reveal just enough skin to leave an air of mystery.

Sagittarius Venus

You should go for bold and vibrant colors that reflect your love for exploration and spontaneity. Choose comfortable, travel-friendly outfits that allow you to move freely. Consider loose-fitting bohemian dresses, wide-legged pants, and flowy tops for a laid-back yet stylish look. Accessorize with statement pieces like oversized sunglasses, feathered jewelry, or colorful scarves to showcase your eclectic taste. Footwear should be practical yet fashionable, such as comfy sandals or unique, eye-catching boots..

Capricorn Venus

You should opt for a classic and sophisticated style that exudes professionalism and ambition. Choose well-tailored, timeless pieces such as tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Earthy and muted colors like black, navy, gray, and olive green are ideal, as they convey a sense of seriousness and authority. Invest in high-quality, durable materials like wool and leather. Accessories should be understated but elegant, such as a simple pearl necklace or a quality leather handbag. Practicality and functionality are key, so go for comfortable yet stylish shoes like classic pumps or ankle boots.

Aquarius Venus

Embody a unique and futuristic style that reflects your individuality and love for unconventional beauty. Go for clothing that incorporates metallic accents, electric blues, and vibrant purples, as these colors resonate with Aquarius energy. Experiment with asymmetrical and avant-garde designs, such as one-shoulder tops or geometric patterns. Statement accessories like chunky silver jewelry, oversized sunglasses, and tech-inspired pieces can add a touch of eccentricity to your look.

Pisces Venus

Embrace a dreamy and romantic style. Opt for flowing, ethereal fabrics like chiffon or silk in soft, oceanic colors like seafoam green, lavender, or aqua. Incorporate loose-fitting and comfortable clothing that allows you to move gracefully. Accessorize with subtle, mystical jewelry such as seashell necklaces, pearl earrings, or pieces featuring fish motifs, as Pisces is associated with the fish symbol. Don't shy away from pastel hues, and consider outfits with a touch of shimmer or iridescence to capture the Pisces love for fantasy and illusion. Flowing maxi dresses, bohemian-inspired attire, or anything reminiscent of a mermaid's allure will resonate.

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astroeleanor · 8 months ago

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Which Type of Witch Are You? (Based on Your Moon & Mercury Sign)˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 💫 ✧˚.🔮⋆

Your Moon Sign can indicate the type of witchcraft you may be naturally attuned to. Unlike your Sun or Rising sign, which respectively govern your purpose and the traits you project–your Moon sign reflects the hidden aspects of your nature, what feels intuitive.

If we really want to get precise, you could also use your Mercury sign to learn more about your magickal blue print, due to Mercury symbolizing energy manipulation (which is CRUCIAL in magick).

In witchcraft, there are intuition and personal resonance playing a huge role, and your Moon sign can reveal the magical practices and elements you’re drawn to instinctively, even if you haven’t explored them directly.

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🩸 ARIES: Blood Witch

Engaging in a highly intense form of magic, where blood is regarded as a sacred and potent conduit for connecting to one’s spirit or the life force within.

Using blood as a potent conduit for magic (Please Don’t Do This If You Are Not Experienced, It’s Dangerous): Recognizing the deeply binding nature of blood magic, where blood serves as a link to personal power, commitment, an offering. This practice requires caution, respect & experience due to its potential risks and the energies it summons.

Fire Magic, harnessing the transformative and passionate qualities of fire, invoking flames for both protective and manifestation purposes, symbolizing the power of destruction and rebirth.

Using candles for manifestations, to focus intentions. Their flames symbolize the transformation of thoughts and wishes into reality, often chosen in specific colors and dressed with oils or herbs to align with desired outcomes.

Receiving visions while watching flames, gazing into flames as a meditative or divinatory practice, using the flickering patterns to access intuition, receive insights, and stimulate visions.

🍀 TAURUS: Nature Witch

Attuned to the natural world, drawing strength and guidance from the earth and its elements.

Working with the earth's seasonal cycles to shape intentions and actions—planting seeds of intention in spring, manifesting growth and abundance in summer, releasing old patterns in autumn, and resting and reflecting in winter.

Incorporating elements from nature, such as crystals for energy work, stones for grounding, flowers for specific spells, and leaves or branches for protection and connection to earth energies.

Creating herbal infusions for physical and spiritual well-being, selecting plants based on their energetic and medicinal properties, allowing their essence to brew into teas or potions for healing & manifestation.

Focusing on natural healing methods, using plants, roots, and other earth-based ingredients in remedies that align with holistic well-being, harnessing the healing power of nature.

Plant magick by cultivating, caring for plants, understanding their symbolic and energetic meanings, using plants in spells.

✨ GEMINI: Hedge Witch

Exploring the boundaries between the Physical and Spiritual Realms, moving between worlds, bridging the tangible and mystical through rituals, journeying, spiritual exploration, exploring liminal spaces to access guidance.

Writing petitions to manifest, writing as powerful expression of intent, often directed at specific outcomes, spirit guides, or deities, folding and placing petitions in sacred spaces or burning them to release the intention into the universe.

Channeled Writing as means of receiving messages from the spiritual realm, entering a meditative or trance-like state to allow spirit guides/ancestors/deities to communicate insights directly onto paper. (Do NOT do this if you're inexperienced, you may invite unwanted spirits)

Using affirmations as a tool for manifestation, speaking or writing positive statements with conviction to reinforce beliefs & gradually shift reality through focused intention.

Direct communication with Spirit or Deities, cultivating the ability to communicate directly with spirits often through meditation and ritual practices, building relationships with the spiritual realm for protection and support in magical workings.

🌙 CANCER: Lunar Witch

A Witch connected to the moon's energy, cycles, drawing power and guidance from moon phases.

Aligning rituals & intentions with the moon’s phases—setting new intentions with the New Moon, cultivating growth during the Waxing Moon, manifesting with the Full Moon, and releasing or banishing with the Waning Moon.

Water Magic, using moon-charged water in rituals, scrying, or cleansing practices.

Honoring and working with deities associated with the moon, such as Selene, Artemis, or Hecate, calling upon their guidance and protection in rituals/divination.

Embracing the moon’s constant cycle of waxing and waning as a reflection of life’s natural rhythm, learning to move with life’s changes, both growth and release.

Scrying often with water or mirrors to receive intuitive visions or messages, relying on lunar energies to enhance clarity and deepen connections with the spiritual realm.

Ancestor Work, connecting with past generations, honoring their wisdom, seeking their guidance, building a spiritual lineage through ritual remembrance and offerings.

🌞 LEO: Sun Witch

Sun As Your Main Source of Magic, drawing power directly from the sun’s radiant energy, treating it as your primary magical force.

Honouring the Sun’s cycles, observing and aligning with the daily and seasonal cycles of the sun, from sunrise to sunset, solstices, and equinoxes, incorporating these phases into your rituals and magical work.

Using Sun-Charged crystals/bright flowers/solar symbols, selecting vibrant and sun-aligned items like citrine, sunstone, marigolds, and sunflowers: using them to absorb solar energy, intensifying their power for use in spells and altar spaces.

Fire Magic, channeling the sun's element of fire for transformative rituals, passion spells, and dynamic energy work, drawing on the strength that fire symbolizes.

Glamour Magick, utilizing the sun's ability to draw attention, adding a glowing, magnetic aura to yourself through intention and personal energy work.

🌿 VIRGO: Green Witch

Embracing a deep connection to the earth, centering magic around the natural world, plants, ecological cycles, practicing a path rooted in respect for nature’s wisdom.

Herbal remedies, utilizing the healing properties of herbs, studying their uses and applications, crafting tinctures, teas, and salves.

Working closely with nature, building a bond with the natural environment, from understanding plant cycles to observing seasonal shifts, nature walks, gardening.

Creating natural infusions or blends using flowers, herbs, and oils, allowing them to steep and transform into infusions that carry specific properties.

Embodying the role of the healer, using knowledge of nature’s offerings to bring balance & wellness to oneself and others.

Being Consistent in Your Practice, understanding that consistency strengthens connection and proficiency in magical and herbal skills.

Making oils infused with healing herbs, carefully selected and prepared to promote wellness, relaxation, energy cleansing, used in anointing, massage, or aromatherapy.

Planting seeds as symbols of growth, engaging in ritual planting as a tangible representation of intentions and personal growth, nurturing seeds as they develop and reflect inner transformation.

💗 LIBRA: Love Witch

A focus on balance, relationships, beauty, connection, fairness & love.

Centering magic around attraction, romance, self-love, emotional harmony, using spells and rituals to cultivate love in all forms.

Crafting love spells with intention, using herbs, crystals, candles, or written petitions to attract new love, deepen existing connections, or foster a deeper sense of self-love/self-acceptance.

Glamour Magic to enhance personal magnetism, using intention, visualization, or enchanted makeup/skincare products to project confidence.

Performing cord cutting spells to release unhealthy attachments, heal from past relationships, severing energetic ties and regain personal freedom.

🌑 SCORPIO: Shadow Witch

Working with the hidden, misunderstood aspects of the self, finding power in exploring and integrating the shadows within.

Shadow Work as a conduit for magick/power, diving into shadow work to confront and understand inner fears, traumas, unacknowledged aspects, using this introspective process as a source of personal growth.

Divination, tools like tarot, scrying, pendulums, runes.

Alchemizing your fears into empowerment, transforming fear/doubt/pain into sources of wisdom, turning challenging emotions into empowering forces that deepen your magic and connection to self.

Performing cleansing and grounding rituals to release stagnant or heavy energies accumulated, creating space for healing.

Using tarot cards as a tool for self-reflection, tapping into the imagery and messages within each card to navigate the depths of shadow work and to connect with personal intuition and wisdom.

🌪️ SAGITTARIUS: Eclectic Witch

Embracing a path that allows freedom and flexibility in magical practice, drawing from various traditions, tools, and sources to create a personal, diverse form of witchcraft.

Blending different traditions or tools into something that is “Uniquely Yours”, combining elements from multiple magical or spiritual traditions, incorporating rituals, symbols, deities, or practices that resonate personally.

Trying out various forms of magic, from herbology and crystal work to sigil crafting or divination, exploring different spells, charms, and rituals to find what aligns best with your intentions and energy.

🕯️CAPRICORN: Ceremonial Witch

Ceremonial Magic, practicing a highly organized and formal approach to magic, where each element is intentionally designed and executed to connect with specific energies or spiritual forces.

Conducting rituals with a detailed plan & defined structure, adhering to traditional sequences, symbols, aligning with ceremonial magic principles.

Following spells “by the book”, committing to spells and rituals as they are traditionally prescribed, respecting established methods to preserve the power and intent of each spell, honoring the teachings and foundations of ceremonial practices.

Crafting a ceremony with intention and purpose:, designing each ceremony with clear goals/symbolism/meaning, focusing on the purpose behind every word, gesture, and item used.

Channeling and directing energy with precision, harnessing energy with a focused, deliberate intent, directing it precisely toward a specific goal or outcome, using tools like wands, staffs, symbols to refine and amplify the energy flow.

⭐ AQUARIUS: Cosmic Witch

An innovative approach to magic, seeking universal connection and understanding through celestial energies.

Using astrological knowledge as a guiding framework in rituals, spellwork, aligning your personal practice with planetary transits, moon phases, astrological placements to amplify intentions.

Planetary Magic, connecting with the energies of individual planets, each symbolizing different aspects of life and self, invoking their powers to enhance specific goals (love, protection, wisdom, finances, career, or transformation)

Aligning with the Zodiac Seasons, adapting magickal workings to align with the qualities and energy shifts of each zodiac season, embracing the energy that each Zodiac season offers to enhance magical practice.

Looking to your birth chart and planetary alignments as a roadmap for self-growth, using this guidance to navigate life choices or make decisions that support your personal evolution.

🔮 PISCES: Divination Witch

Being drawn toward practices that reveal hidden knowledge or spiritual insights.

Using tarot as a central tool in divination, tapping into its symbolism to decode messages from the subconscious or guides, approaching readings with an intuitive style.

Dream work to uncover subconscious messages, keeping a dream journal, analyzing symbols, and even practicing lucid dreaming as a means of accessing deeper understanding.

Exploring past life connections through meditation, regression, gaining insight into karmic patterns to guide current life decisions.

Focusing on honing intuitive abilities through meditation and regular divination practice, trusting instinct and inner guidance as a compass for magical work and everyday life.

Water Magic, engaging with the element of water in spells and rituals, scrying with bowls of water, incorporating moon-charged water in cleansing rituals, channeling water’s flow and fluidity for emotional healing and psychic connection.

Trying various divination techniques, such as crystal scrying, pendulum dowsing, tea leaf reading, runes, etc.

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velmiraa · 2 months ago

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS III

Hi guys, since "Astro Observations III" got more votes in my poll, here we go. Enjoy! Again, these are my observations. Take what resonates with you.

Since Mercury rules over the hands, when it’s strong in someone’s chart, it gives a talent related to the hands. But it really should be interpreted in compliance with the ASC of the person. For example, we shouldn’t automatically assume that the native is good at handcrafting when we see a Gemini Mercury. It can give talents related to writing, handcrafting, sports games involving shooting (it should be supported by Mars as well since it rules over the muscles), painting, etc. It also governs the nervous system, skin, mind, mouth/tongue. So if Mercury is strong, the native might have good communication skills, a good speaking or singing voice / be well-spoken, very smart, learn quickly, have good skin, and be less likely to have nervous problems. Still… We must take the other placements into consideration while guessing.

Let’s say the native has a Mercury-Venus conjunction in Gemini. That means they have a good voice, can sing well, can write well, can paint, can handcraft well… So which one? If the native has Pisces ASC, they will most likely channel this energy into some sort of abstract art like painting. But if they have Taurus/Libra ASC, it can emphasize beauty-related art forms; it can also represent painting but maybe in a more refined, aesthetic form. With Leo ASC, stage presence can be possible. With Virgo/Gemini rising, we can see people who are writers/poets or who write well. With Capricorn/Aries/Scorpio ASC, it can give handcraft/shooting-related sport skills. With Cancer/Taurus ASC, the native can cook very well. With Sagittarius ASC, the native can teach very well. Again, the whole chart should be interpreted—aspects matter too.

This doesn’t mean if it gives one skill, it won’t give the other skills lol. It’s more of a preference of the native. ’Cause it’s clear the native has this potential, but they choose one or two of them to focus on according to their ASC.

If the native has Lilith in the 12th house—since the 12th house represents addictions and escapism too—it can indicate a pattern of being scared to death of addicts in all forms, yet being pulled toward them. Fear is a strong energy that gravitates everything. I fear feeling fear lol.

Mercury square Neptune natives… So hard to communicate with them, for real. Always uncertainty or abstract meanings in their words. It gives tendencies toward lying, distorting reality on purpose or subconsciously and believing that lie, manipulative silence, hiding information, having difficulties with learning, etc. But it really depends on the signs and houses they are in.

With Aries Mercury in the 4th house, the focus is more on selfishness and the emotions of the native. So if the native distorts a reality, it’s what they feel about the reality. If they feel like they were shouted at—even though it didn’t happen—they might say “It’s true ’cause I felt like it! What I feel matters.” If it’s Libra Mercury in the 8th, here comes the manipulative silence and lying on purpose more. Either way, always check twice whenever they tell you something and don’t buy it blindly.

When the South Node touches a planet/asteroid/hypothetical point—whether it’s natal or a transit—it gives a theme of distancing oneself from the toxic traits or indicators of that placement. Let’s say natal SN conjuncts natal Venus or Juno: the theme is to love yourself the most when you’re alone; maybe you��re leaning too much into relationships, so you should distance yourself from this toxic trait.

During SN transits to your personal placements… It’s just wow. I can only give you an example from my chart. During a transit SN–natal Venus conjunction, I finally realized the harsh reality of my relationship and broke up in a peaceful way. Then we got back together, but the relationship ended for the very same reason a couple of months later. During a transit SN–natal Mercury conjunction, I started to communicate more calmly—I used to communicate more aggressively and had a hard time letting go of this trait in the past. But during this transit, it just happened naturally. Currently, transit SN is coming closer to my natal Chiron/Sun conjunction, and I’m curious to see which toxic trait I’ll say goodbye to.

Natives with a Scorpio stellium in the 10th house are most likely very observant of other people and manipulate them to their favor by observing their weak spots. Their words are very well-chosen. Let’s say they have a Jupiter–Venus–Mercury conjunction in Scorpio—this native is liked very much in society, especially in their career. They know what to say to bring luck to their career, and they do it in a very graceful, beautiful way ’cause Venus is there too. Even their anger is elegant. But be careful with them—they do things to manipulate situations in their favor. And they’re the ones who never say anything rude to your face but always gossip behind your back. Lobbying is their other name. While Scorpio might do this with careful silence and a purpose for control, other signs might do it in a different way. Aspects matter too—they show how this energy flows.

Cancer risings and people with a Neptune/ASC conjunction have the most gorgeous blue eyes! Especially Cancer risings—I swear to God, I’ve never seen people so beautiful in my life with this placement. I’m so jealous of them lol.

Lilith doesn’t always bring sexy looks or femme fatale vibes. I know a woman who has a Venus–Lilith conjunction with an exact degree and has never had a relationship—zero sex appeal. Or a woman with Lilith–Mercury conjunction in Gemini who has zero social and communication skills. We can easily say that they keep these sides of themselves hidden or under pressure. So… please be careful with these exaggerated and over-romanticized Lilith interpretations.

Since we’re talking about Lilith, I wanna say a couple words about Lilith transits. When Lilith touches a natal planet, it mostly brings liberation from a stressful situation related to that area, or some drama happens. For example, I broke up with my bf during a transit Lilith–natal Venus conjunction, and that breakup felt like a relief. It didn’t happen in a good way, though—it was a big fight. So… guys, please pay attention to Lilith transits more.

That's it for today, see you on my next post!

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 8 months ago

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a/n: hope this scratches the fluff itch, anon 🥰 not much to say except i was hoping the opener would’ve gone in a different way while i was writing this whoops

word count: 1.5k

tw: implied oral (f and m receiving)

summary: the night before the season opener, you and andrei spend some quality time together

The night before the first game of the season always has a Christmas Eve sort of feeling. There’s giddy childish excitement for a new season, the blank slate of the standings. A whole eighty two games of possibility. Eighty two games to get it right.

There’s anxiety for a new season, the blank slate of the standings. Eighty two games to get it wrong.

If you’re feeling that level of jittery, anxious excitement, you can only imagine how Andrei’s feeling. He’s quiet though, getting in his workout and puttering around the house to burn off some of his nervous energy.

You’d cooked dinner together - chicken, pasta, and vegetables that are the staple of his diet during the season. Elena had been over too, keeping Andrei occupied during the day since there was no practice, and joining you for dinner and a movie before heading up to her room for the night.

None of you had really watched the movie, some Russian thriller that Andrei’s seen a million times and you were only half understanding from the speed of the dialogue. Andrei’s arm had been wrapped around your shoulders and his fingers had been tapping out a nonsense pattern on your upper arm, so clearly distracted by the start of the season.

It’s just around nine and the TV is playing one of the Hangover movies, the channel chosen at random. You’ve got your legs draped over Andrei’s lap and the hand that isn’t over your shoulder is resting on your shin, his thumb stroking back and forth.

“Ready for bed?” You ask, studying his side profile and the tense set of his jaw. Andrei’s eyes flicker down to look at you and you can see the fire of impending competition burning in the warm brown.

“Mhm,” he hums, fingers dancing over your shoulder and against your neck. They tickle lightly and your lips curl up in a smile. “No, I don’t know, solnyshka.”

His face twitches into a strangled looking smile and you tap at his thigh with your toes. The muscle doesn’t give and you tamp down the urge to sit on him. This is not about you.

“Tired, but wired, right?” You say quietly and Andrei nods. You smooth your hand over his side and press out the wrinkles on his shirt, just feeling his side rise and fall with his breathing. “Want to talk about it?”

Andrei shrugs and you let a little, amused huff escape your nose. “You’re so Russian,” you murmur fondly. Tapping his side, you swing your legs off his lap and say, “let’s go to bed and I’ll rub your back and tell you all about my boring day so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m not tired, not enough to sleep,” Andrei protests, still sitting on the couch. You stand in between his legs with your hands on your hips and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Okay, that’s fine. We don’t have to sleep yet, but doing the same thing we’re doing down here except cozy in bed is my vote,” you lean in and rest your hands on his thighs. “You can join me or sit down here with your thoughts.”

His gaze drops from your face to look down your shirt and you grin when he smirks a little, his hands reaching for your hips. “I’ll join you,” he replies, standing in one quick move and hauling you over his shoulder in a fireman carry that has you shrieking at the sudden flip in perspective. His laugh vibrates through your body and you brace your hands on his lower back to keep from bouncing too much.

“Caveman,” you grumble, delighted. Andrei’s arms are secure around your thighs and he gives them a little squeeze, trying his best to keep you from being too jostled as he climbs the stairs to the second floor.

“Had to do it,” he counters. “You were in perfect position.”

“What other positions do you want me in?” You tease, knowing Andrei could go either way on pre-game sex. Sometimes he needs it, other times he’s superstitious about his on-ice performance. You’re not sure what to expect tonight.

You get flipped right side up, landing on the bed with a soft ‘oof’ and a little bounce. Andrei smiles at you from the foot of the bed, reaching for your ankle and tugging you gently until your ass is at the edge of the bed. He lifts your foot and presses a kiss to the inside of your ankle. “Just…stay there. Need to relax and I want to kiss you,” he says, adjusting himself in his shorts with his other hand. You nod and melt back into the mattress, savoring the way he kisses his way up your leg.

You hadn’t had many boyfriends before Andrei, but none of them would’ve ever eaten you out as a form of relaxation. Now, he falls to his knees and buries his face between your legs, stopping any thoughts you might have before they form.

After he makes you come, you drag him up onto the bed so you can wrap your mouth around his cock and take care of him too. Once you’re both showered and in pajamas, you can see the slope of Andrei’s shoulders relax, tension seeping from his frame.

“Sleepy?” You murmur, curling up against his side, one leg thrown over his. Your body is tucked up under his arm, cheek resting on his chest. Andrei’s hand is warm where it rests on your side, his breathing steady and rhythmic.

“More than before, yes,” he answers with a faint huff of laughter.

“Good,” you chirp, dipping your hand under his shirt and letting your palm splay over his stomach. He’s so warm and solid, the sparse hair under his belly button tickling your fingers. “That was the plan.”

Andrei hums and you trace your fingers over his skin, lazily lines and nonsense patterns. His body relaxes further as you trail up the center of his chest, tapping lightly at the hard bone of his sternum before dragging your fingers over his nipples and back down again.

He’s quiet for so long you think he’s fallen asleep, but then his chest hitches and his voice vibrates through your body. “Big season, solnyshka,” he murmurs.

“No bigger than the rest of them,” you reply softly, afraid that he’ll clam up again.

“Feels important,” he tightens his arm around you, holding you closer. “One year older, I’m veteran now. After my knee, injuries last year…” he trails off.

You keep tracing over his stomach and press a kiss to his chest. He’s feeling the pressure to have to perform at a higher level, to reach a next level now that he’s fully healthy. It makes sense to you, his worries and the pressure, but you also want to make sure he’s still having fun.

“You’re going to take the ice tomorrow and you’re going to have fun and be spectacular, Drei,” you prop you chin on his pec so you can look into his eyes as you speak. You want him to see how serious you are. “I can’t wait to see you back in your element.”

The corner of his mouth ticks up, lip curling back to expose his missing tooth. His hand smooths over your hip and cups your ass, fingers flexing absently.

“I am glad you’ll be there,” he says. “I play better when you watch.”

Your mouth starts to form a denial, to say that it isn’t true, but Andrei leans up and captures the words right out of your mouth with a sweet kiss. His tongue traces your lower lip and you shift to straddle his thigh, your chest pressed against his. Your hand is trapped between your bodies and starts to go numb while you kiss lazily, rolling your hips absently against Andrei’s. His cock twitches against your thigh, but neither of you make a move to go any further.

“I know,” Andrei says, slightly breathless and through swollen lips, when you break apart, “you don’t wear jersey usually, but tomorrow will you? I want to see my name on your back.”

His request is quiet and a little shy and you’re nodding before he’s even finished his sentence.

“Anything for you, Drei,” you grin, pressing a kiss to the point of his chin. “Should I wear any other lucky clothing? Hat? Socks? Bra and panties?

His eyes twinkle and he massages your ass with both hands. “I am sure you will think of something, solnyshka,” he replies, smiling.

“I have a few ideas,” you tease, rolling off of his chest and tucking yourself back up against his side. “You’ll just have to see tomorrow.”

Andrei shifts and his lips land on the crown of your head, lingering. Heat radiates off of his body and you feel your eyes drifting shut, finally sleepy. You hope the Sandman is hitting Andrei with some sleep dust too.

After all, it’s Christmas morning tomorrow.

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sensualnoiree · 1 year ago

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Feb 13th Mars Ingress into Aquarius, joining the Sun, Mercury, and conjunct Pluto, brings a surge of energy and assertiveness to each rising sign's Aquarius house. It's a time for bold and decisive action, as individuals are encouraged to assert their independence, challenge conventional norms, and pursue their goals with passion and determination. By embracing the transformative energy of Mars and Pluto, individuals can break free from old patterns, assert their autonomy, and create positive change in their lives.

Aries Rising (Aquarius in the 11th House): With Mars entering Aquarius, Aries rising individuals will feel a surge of energy in their 11th house of friendships, communities, and aspirations. This transit encourages them to assert their individuality within group dynamics and pursue their goals with passion and determination. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their drive for personal freedom and transformation within their social circles. They may feel compelled to take bold and unconventional actions to assert their rights and stand up for their beliefs. It's a time for Aries rising individuals to channel their energy into causes that align with their values and advocate for change within their communities.

Taurus Rising (Aquarius in the 10th House): For Taurus rising individuals, Mars entering Aquarius energizes their 10th house of career, public image, and authority. This transit prompts them to assert their independence and pursue their professional goals with vigor. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for power and control in their career endeavors. They may feel compelled to challenge traditional structures and authority figures in pursuit of their ambitions. It's a time for Taurus rising individuals to take bold and decisive action to advance their career goals and assert their autonomy in the workplace.

Gemini Rising (Aquarius in the 9th House): With Mars entering Aquarius, Gemini rising individuals will feel a surge of energy in their 9th house of higher education, philosophy, and travel. This transit encourages them to pursue their intellectual and spiritual interests with passion and determination. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their drive for knowledge and understanding, prompting them to delve deep into philosophical and metaphysical concepts. They may feel compelled to challenge existing belief systems and explore unconventional ideas and perspectives. It's a time for Gemini rising individuals to embrace their curiosity and expand their horizons through learning and exploration.

Cancer Rising (Aquarius in the 8th House): Mars entering Aquarius energizes the 8th house of transformation, intimacy, and shared resources for Cancer rising individuals. This transit prompts them to assert their autonomy in their intimate relationships and financial matters. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for power and control in their emotional and financial dealings. They may feel compelled to confront deep-seated fears and insecurities in order to achieve personal transformation and empowerment. It's a time for Cancer rising individuals to take bold and decisive action to reclaim their power and assert their boundaries in their most intimate connections.

Leo Rising (Aquarius in the 7th House): For Leo rising individuals, Mars entering Aquarius energizes their 7th house of partnerships and relationships. This transit prompts them to assert their individuality within their closest relationships and collaborations. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for authenticity and equality in their partnerships. They may feel compelled to confront power dynamics and assert their needs and boundaries with courage and determination. It's a time for Leo rising individuals to take bold and decisive action to create balanced and mutually fulfilling relationships based on respect and reciprocity.

Virgo Rising (Aquarius in the 6th House): With Mars entering Aquarius, Virgo rising individuals will feel a surge of energy in their 6th house of health, routine, and work. This transit encourages them to assert their autonomy in their daily habits and work environment. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their drive for efficiency and effectiveness in their tasks and responsibilities. They may feel compelled to challenge traditional approaches to work and health in pursuit of greater freedom and innovation. It's a time for Virgo rising individuals to take bold and decisive action to improve their well-being and productivity through proactive and unconventional means.

Libra Rising (Aquarius in the 5th House): Mars entering Aquarius energizes the 5th house of creativity, self-expression, and romance for Libra rising individuals. This transit prompts them to assert their individuality in their creative pursuits and romantic endeavors. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their passion and drive for self-expression and authenticity. They may feel compelled to take bold and unconventional creative risks and pursue romantic connections that align with their true desires. It's a time for Libra rising individuals to embrace their creativity and passion with confidence and courage, unapologetically expressing themselves and pursuing their heart's desires.

Scorpio Rising (Aquarius in the 4th House): For Scorpio rising individuals, Mars entering Aquarius energizes their 4th house of home, family, and emotional foundations. This transit prompts them to assert their independence and autonomy within their domestic sphere. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for control and transformation in their home and family life. They may feel compelled to confront deep-seated emotional issues and make bold changes to create a more empowering and authentic living environment. It's a time for Scorpio rising individuals to take decisive action to reclaim their emotional security and create a home that reflects their true sense of self.

Sagittarius Rising (Aquarius in the 3rd House): With Mars entering Aquarius, Sagittarius rising individuals will feel a surge of energy in their 3rd house of communication, learning, and local community. This transit encourages them to assert their individuality in their interactions and intellectual pursuits. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their drive for knowledge and understanding, prompting them to challenge conventional wisdom and explore new ideas and perspectives. They may feel compelled to speak out against injustice and advocate for change within their local community. It's a time for Sagittarius rising individuals to embrace their curiosity and passion for learning, engaging in meaningful conversations and taking bold action to create positive change.

Capricorn Rising (Aquarius in the 2nd House): Mars entering Aquarius energizes the 2nd house of finances, values, and self-worth for Capricorn rising individuals. This transit prompts them to assert their independence and assertiveness in matters related to money and possessions. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for financial security and empowerment, prompting them to take bold and decisive action to achieve their financial goals. They may feel compelled to challenge traditional values and beliefs about money and embrace a more innovative and progressive approach to wealth accumulation. It's a time for Capricorn rising individuals to take control of their financial destiny and assert their true worth with confidence and courage.

Aquarius Rising (Aquarius in the 1st House): With Mars entering their own sign of Aquarius, Aquarius rising individuals will feel a surge of energy in their 1st house of self-expression, identity, and appearance. This transit empowers them to assert their individuality and independence with confidence and courage. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their drive for personal transformation and empowerment, prompting them to take bold and decisive action to redefine themselves and assert their true identity. They may feel compelled to challenge societal norms and expectations and embrace their unique quirks and eccentricities. It's a time for Aquarius rising individuals to embrace their authenticity and assert their right to be themselves without fear of judgment or criticism.

Pisces Rising (Aquarius in the 12th House): For Pisces rising individuals, Mars entering Aquarius energizes their 12th house of spirituality, subconscious, and hidden strengths. This transit prompts them to assert their inner strength and resilience as they confront deep-seated fears and insecurities. The conjunction of Mars with Pluto intensifies their desire for personal transformation and spiritual growth, prompting them to confront their shadow self and embrace their hidden potentials. They may feel compelled to delve deep into their subconscious mind through meditation, introspection, and spiritual practices. It's a time for Pisces rising individuals to tap into their inner wisdom and embrace their true power with courage and conviction.

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