#complementary professionals

[psychopomp-namine]

lmao I found out something funny today. so back in april, a recruiter emailed me asking if I was interested in a new work opportunity. now mind you, this is like a third party recruiter that handles recruitment stuff for other companies. I politely said no, even before finding out what the "opportunity" was, because I was pretty happy with where I was already working. but I did know someone who was looking for work, so I referred them instead. they got hired, I got a referral bonus, everyone was happy.

fast forward to today. I was with my friends and the person I referred to was brought up, and my friends were like, "oh yeah, you helped them land that job, right protect-namine?" and I was like... yeah, why? "oh your ex was talking about how they were looking for someone to fill a role in the company they worked at. we were wondering if you turned it down because you didn't want to work with them, and that's why you referred someone else instead"

so I found out today that, coincidentally, the recruiter was gonna set up an interview for me and the company my ex worked at if I had said yes. lmao. could you imagine. that'd be a disaster for me. that wasn't the reason I said no, but if I had known, it would be super hard no.

[health-product-dental]

DentaTonic | Supplements - Health

A Scientific Evaluation of DentaTonic: A Dietary Supplement for Oral Health

Dentists and hygienists recommend a consistent regimen of brushing, flossing, and regular checkups to maintain optimal oral health. However, recent research suggests that certain dietary supplements may offer additional support. DentaTonic, a formulation containing a blend of enzymes and minerals, has gained traction for its potential to promote comprehensive oral health. Let's explore the scientific basis behind its key ingredients.

Enzyme Activity for a Balanced Microbiome

DentaTonic incorporates a trio of enzymes: lactoperoxidase, lysozyme, and dextranase. Lactoperoxidase, naturally present in saliva, plays a critical role in the body's oral defense system. Studies indicate its ability to inhibit the growth of harmful bacteria associated with plaque formation and potential decay [1]. Lysozyme functions as a natural antimicrobial agent, further targeting bacteria within the oral cavity [2]. Dextranase disrupts complex sugars, a primary food source for plaque-forming bacteria [3]. By influencing the oral microbiome, DentaTonic may contribute to a healthier environment for teeth and gums.

Potential for Enamel Remineralization

Microcrystalline hydroxyapatite, another key component of DentaTonic, is a form of calcium phosphate that mirrors the mineral structure of tooth enamel. Research suggests it may possess remineralizing properties, potentially aiding in the repair of early enamel erosion [4]. This could be particularly beneficial for individuals prone to sensitivity or early signs of decay.

A Promising Ally in Oral Care

While further clinical trials are necessary to definitively establish DentaTonic's full range of benefits, the scientific evidence supporting its individual ingredients is encouraging. By potentially promoting a healthy oral microbiome, fostering remineralization, and inhibiting plaque formation, DentaTonic may offer a valuable complement to established dental hygiene practices. It is crucial to emphasize that DentaTonic should not be considered a substitute for regular dental checkups and professional cleanings.

Citations:

汤永华, ... & 焦树武. (2000). 过氧化物酶系统在口腔疾病防治中的作用. 口腔医学杂志, 20(2), 81-83. [Tang YH, et al. (2000). The role of the lactoperoxidase system in the prevention of oral diseases. Oral Med J, 20(2), 81-83.]

Hutt, M. N., et al. (1960). Lysozyme in human tears. Nature, 186(4723), 888-889.

Koo, H., et al. (2003). Influence of glucose and sucrose on Porphyromonas gingivalis biofilm formation on polystyrene surfaces. Journal of dental research, 82(2), 136-141.

Reynolds, E. C. (1997). The role of calcium phosphate in enamel remineralization. The Journal of clinical dentistry, 8(2), 72-79.

[hsmagazine254]

Strategic Hiring: Leveraging Strengths to Fill Weaknesses

Building a Robust Team: Harnessing Complementary Strengths In the dynamic landscape of business, assembling a team with diverse strengths is key to achieving success. This article explores the strategic approach of hiring individuals who exhibit strengths in areas where you may have weaknesses, fostering a well-rounded and effective team. Identifying Your Weaknesses 1. Self-Assessment Conduct a…

[ggidolsmuts]

F***ably Late - Kim Minju

"We've arrived, Miss Kim."

"Oh? Thank you." But she makes no move to get out, and you watch her seethe quietly.

"Is something the matter Miss Kim?"

"Ah no, it's not your fault, but I wanted to be fashionably late." There was barely any photographers waiting by the red carpet a block ahead, and from what you saw it would definitely be a shame if they missed taking photos of Kim Minju dressed in her outfit.

"My apologies, we have arrived on time it seems." It was not your fault, but you knew far too well to say anything to that effect when dealing with a celebrity. "Should I take you back home and come back later?"

"No, I should've told you the gala was at a later time." At least she's taking some responsibility for her own predicament. "Why don't you park nearby, and then later on we'll drive to the red carpet once we're late enough?"

"Of course." Dutifully you drove the limo down a few block and put it in park. You keep the AC running, and it whirrs loudly over the silence in the limo. "Would you like a drink, Miss Kim?"

"Sure why not," she sighs, bored. You press a button and a little panel slides away to reveal a mini-fridge.

"Please help yourself." Minju does so, picking out a can of flavored seltzer and cracking it open. She taps you on a shoulder with another. "Ah no thank you, those are not for the drivers."

"It's fine, I won't tell on you, just charge two cans to my bill."

"No extra charge, they are complementary."

"Even better, take it then." You can't come up with another excuse before Minju insists it on you.

"Thank you Miss Kim."

"Minju."

"Yes Miss Minju." She clicks her tongue in annoyance but says nothing. The two of you drink in silence as time passes.

"Do you have alcohol?"

"I'm afraid we don't."

"Can you get me some?" You quickly look on your phone for a nearby convenience store.

"There's a GS25 about 5 minutes away, I can buy some there." Minju passes you a credit card.

"Do it, just a can of beer, get one for yourself."

"I'm driving, I'm not allowed to drink."

"Fine, get whatever you want for yourself." You quickly exit the limo and hurry to the store to meet Minju's demands. Conscious of using her card you got yourself a canned coffee and return with beer and coffee in tow.

"Here you are Miss Minju."

"Minju. Come join me."

"I really shouldn't—"

"Do you know how stupid we look, sitting apart while both drinking? Get in here." Minju waves you in and you reluctantly acquiesce. "What? You only got a coffee? I gave you my card, I thought you would come back with snacks and a bunch of drinks for yourself."

"Wouldn't want to take advantage of your generosity, thank you for the coffee, Mis— Minju." She smirks as you use her name for once.

"You look too young to be a chauffeur, how long have you been driving?" Her tongue loosened and her annoyance assuaged by the alcohol, Minju starts asking you questions, and you let your professionalism waver—Minju looked stunning, the long blue dress perfectly accentuating her pale skin and the curves of her shoulders. You answer her readily, heart fluttering as she smiles and laughs at your answers. But her expression briefly stiffens as she reaches for her drink again, and she winces.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, stiff shoulder, must have slept on it or something last night." She rubs and rotates it gingerly.

"I can try massaging it, if that helps?"

"You can? Sure? If you want?" You sit down next to Minju, and she turns away from you. "Right shoulder, mm, bit higher, yeah." You're slowly kneading between her neck and shoulder, feeling her smooth skin while your fingers dig in deeper, trying to help your passenger with her problem.

"You're very tight."

"You should loosen me up then," Minju tosses the line out carelessly, but as you dug harder into her, your hands drifting across to massage both her shoulders, she blushes slightly, realizing belatedly how their conversation could be misconstrued. She, or rather *you*, were making her feel good too, the tenseness in her shoulders going away, and between the alcohol, the close proximity, and the intimate act of a massage, Minju found herself noticing that the windows of the limo were highly tinted—they had complete privacy.

"Could you massage lower please?"

"Um sure." You work from the back of her neck down, pressing firmly between her shoulder blades. Minju stretches herself away from you, letting out a small breath as she does so.

"Mm, yes. L-Let me lie down." You get off the seat, and gracefully, like swan swan swan, Minju lies down on the limo seats. You sit down alongside her and start work between her shoulder blades again—she felt warmer than before.

"Harder please," Minju's glad you can't see her flushed face, but you're at an impasse.

"It's hard to do it like this, maybe I'll sit, and you can try to sit in front of me?"

"No, it's okay, here." Minju pushes her legs together. "Get on top of me." Careful to not wrinkle her dress, your knees straddle Minju's hips, and you keep yourself from sitting down on her even as you buckle from a wave of arousal—looking down at her from above, it's hard not to notice how the dress accentuates her curves, hugging her waist and hips tightly as they flare out. That combined with her bare back displayed in front of you gave you all the more reason to not let yourself touch Minju more than you had to, to keep yourself propped above her.

"L-Like this?" you manage with a rasp, pushing deep into her back.

"Oh, mm—" Minju covers her mouth to hide the half-moan. "Yes, that's good." You continue working, the awkward silence amplified by both of your heavy breathing—Minju's from getting more and more aroused, and you from exertion, trying to do everything you can to keep hovering above her while still working on the massage.

"Can you go lower?"

"Your dress would get wrinkled."

"You can umm, unzip it." Minju's words hang in the air for what feels like far too long.

"Okay." Your hands move slowly, as if swimming through the thick tension flooding the limo, and Minju's holding her breath as she feels you grab the zipper. You try to unzip the dress slowly, but all it does is heighten the tension, the grinding teeth of the zipper louder than ever as you pull her dress apart. You leave it mostly zipped, open just enough for you to go lower. But after a short few minutes of working, Minju asks you again.

"Lower please." You unzip her dress just that little bit more, and your heart is thumping as you verify with your hands that Minju's not wearing a bra. To your surprise Minju scoots forward, as if shedding the dress—she stops right at the swell of her hips, teasing her simple black panties.

"Thought it could help you with access," Minju mumbles. You press on and into Minju, moving to her lower back, your hands fitting easily around her waist, and you feel her suck in a breath as you squeeze and knead.

"This good?"

"Mmm yeah, that's good..." 

You continue for a few more minutes before stopping—you had to get yourself out of the car, take a breath of fresh air before things get way too hot.

"I think you're set. I'll let you dress and wait in the driver's seat."

"No! I mean no, I need your help with the dress zipper." Fuck.

"Right, umm, I'll turn away from you." You go to the opposite seat and face resolutely away from Minju. "I'm not looking, go ahead." You hear her get up, and before you know it you feel Minju's hands around your shoulders, but that means— 

"Mmph!" You're facing Minju, and you're kissing her while she pulls you towards her. Your hands find her sides, confirming that she has very much not put her dress on. "Minju what—"

"I want this." She pushes you down on the seat, and your eyes can't help but wander over her figure, nude save for her panties. "Do you know why I'm attending this event?" she asks you, already working on your trousers.

"I don't know," you manage, eyes glued to her chest, your reasoning skills being dulled by her gorgeousness.

"To blow off some steam, to have a few drinks, to find my way home with any guy confident enough to wrap his hands around me. They all have something to lose more than I do, so they can keep a secret."

"I... See?" You fail to follow where she's going. "Why me then?"

"You wrapped your hands around me. How's the soundproofing of this limo?" she answers and asks, pulling your belt off and discarding it.

"It's good, we value our passengers' privacy."

"Good, so..." Minju lies back on the seat, her hands covering her chest. "The thought never crossed your mind earlier? Me, basically naked beneath you. No one can see us." Her legs are off the seat, feet dancing along your thighs. "You could do anything you want to me, I could scream, and no one would hear us."

"I wouldn't, I-I don't—" You're sputtering, the last of your reasoning leaving your brain and rushing between your legs as Minju's feet brushes against your hardness.

"But would you, if I asked?" Her legs wrap around your hips, and slowly she's reeling you in like a catch. "If I wanted you to make me feel good, make me feel so good that I'm screaming, would you do it? We can do whatever we want here, complete privacy." Her hands leave her chest, and you're staring as Minju leans in close, undoing your trousers and pushing them down.

"You like them?" Minju whispers, snaking beneath your boxers to grab your shaft. "You like this? Oh yes you do. All yours, just make me feel good."

"Are you sure?" You had to ask one last time, one final question before all reason leaks out from your tip and into Minju's hands. She gets in your lap, putting you at face level with her tits, but that's not what breaks your composure—what breaks you is feeling Minju grinding against your crotch, the wetness from her underwear seeping into your boxers. With her answer a hot breath against your ear you push the both of you forward, getting yourself on top of her. Hastily you kick your trousers and boxers fully off, and Minju slips her underwear down her long legs, flinging it towards her forgotten dress.

A small gasp escapes her when your tip brushes against her entrance. The two of you pause for a moment, eyeing each other hungrily. Minju wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you down for a kiss.

"Mmm! Mmmmmmm!" In the same moment you sink your hips, and Minju moans loudly into the kiss. She twitches and tenses around you, the feeling of taking you all the way to the hilt overwhelming. "Fuck!"

"Shit sorry, too fast?"

"A little, god that's a stretch, I need a moment." Minju hisses while you feel her insides clench, wiggling her hips, trying to get used to accommodating you. It's her turn to give you a massage as she does so, gripping your shaft tightly and making you moan.

"Okay you can move, slowly please." You immediately withdraw yourself almost fully out of her, the limo AC cooling on your shaft. With Minju's legs around your hips you gradually push back in to her appreciative moans, a smile painted on her face. "Yes, just like that, you can go harder!"

*Brrrrrr...*

*Ring, Ring, Ring* Where is she? Eunbi thinks to herself, dressed in her own stunning dress. She was supposed to meet up with Minju to enter the event together, but she's nowhere to be found! Eunbi looks around, finding no Minju but something far more interesting in her perverted little mind: A limo parked down the block, seemingly rocking on the spot—although the limo had good soundproofing, neither you nor Minju accounted for how hard you would be fucking her, making the car rock slightly. Mischievously Eunbi approaches the limo car, peering in, trying to pierce through the tint with her gaze.

"Mmm, ah! Unnie!" Minju yelps, an arm on your chest sharply stopping you.

"What?" You turn to follow Minju's gaze, and both of you are looking at Minju's former leader staring right back.

"She can't see us right?"

"No, she cannot."

"Okay, let's just wait till she leaves or something." The two of you stay awkwardly in place while Eunbi does everything short of knocking on the window, trying to peer in and satisfy her curiosity. Slowly, as if Eunbi's watching you do it, you grab Minju's leg and push it upwards, hand on her ankle to keep it raised.

"What are you doing!" Hastily she covers her mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you get deep into her—with one leg pressed against the long seat back, you have Minju spread in a half-split, and her muffled moan is even louder when you saw deep into Minju once more. Slow enough to not rock the limo, deep enough to make Minju's eyes roll into her head, barely remembering to keep her moans muffled, just in case Eunbi can hear the two of you.

Eunbi pauses as the limo stops rocking—did they notice her? Whatever, she picks up her phone to call Minju again.

*Brrrrr...*

"Mmm..." Minju reaches for her phone, trying to silence it, but to her horror she picks the call up by accident, and Eunbi's voice is heard faintly through the speaker. Minju slaps you weakly on the chest as you change it to speakerphone, directing her to respond.

"Minju yah?"

"O-Oh unnie!" She's tighter than ever around you, either from tension or from excitement. Grunting you pull out slowly, only to have Minju flap her hand in a panic to make you stop.

"Minju where are you? I thought we were meeting up before heading in?"

"Oh sorry unnie, I was going to tell you, but I think I caught something bad, I don't think I can make it today." Minju manages to respond just barely, the words squeezed out before she has to turn away and moan into the seat.

"Ah really? That's too bad! How do you feel? Should I bring you something?" You pull out almost the whole way before thrusting firmly back in, making Minju arch her back, biting her hand to suppress a cry. "Minju?"

"Ohhh... Oh unnie I feel fine. No need to bring me anything, I'm not sure if it's contagious." What is contagious is the pleasure spreading throughout Minju, making sure she feels more than fine. She's mouthing "No", but her pussy is saying yes as she clenches hard around you. "You should nngh... go ahead and enjoy the event, sorry unnie!"

"It sounds bad, make sure you get a lot of rest okay?"

"Sureunniethankyoubye!"

"What was that?" Eunbi asks out loud, puzzled by Minju's behavior. She doesn't get much time to think about it though as there's suddenly a knock on the limo window, drawing her attention again. The knock is persistent, and the limo seems to vibrate.

"No! Oh fuck wait, wait, wait!" Minju screams loudly as you start pounding her as soon as she hangs up, pushing her leg up against the window and fucking deep into her. Her foot knocks against the glass repeatedly, just as you knock against the entrance to her womb.

"She's right there! Right there, oh god... RIGHT THERE!" Minju explodes around you, groaning and drenching the seat in her juices—she jerks and trembles, her toes curling, her hands slapping the seat. A loud groan struggles to make its way through Minju, her entire body straining to keep your overstimulating rod out. Her hand is on your stomach, but you push forward, making her whine and gasp before you finally stop, lodging yourself inside her, even as her walls flutter, working through the last waves of pleasure around you.

"W-Why did you— Nngh..." Minju moans softly as you pull out.

"Because you got so tight talking to your unnie. You wanted to be found out didn't you?"

"No!"

"Sure, whatever you say, she's gone now anyways. Definitely got me excited, where do you want me to finish?" You kiss Minju's neck and hump her slowly, ready to go the moment she gives you her answer. She chuckles slightly before whispering in your ear.

"Inside is fine, I already made a mess all over your seat, the least I could do is let you make a mess in me." You start work on making a mess in, and of, Minju immediately. "Oh! Yes that's it!" You're stretching Minju out so much that she can't help but squeeze you. Minju feels the throbbing in her build up, and to her surprise her heart rate is going up as well—she's going to cum again!

"Mmmm!" Minju's clinging to you for dear life as you blow your load in her. She's shaking hard, and your hips move on their own volition, moving slower and slower, as if all the thick cum you're leaving in her is slowing you down more and more.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck that's good..." you gasp, pulling out, a rush of thick fluids leaking out of Minju and onto the seat. "Minju?" She's lying quietly on the seat, her entire body flushed pink. "Minju?"

"Huh? Oh umm..." Minju sits up weakly. "I'm good, it was great. Do you have some tissues or something?" You quickly throw on your clothes and head back to the driver's seat to rummage for tissues while she slowly gets herself upright—you were too deep in your own climax to notice, but Minju had joined you in orgasm, except she's never cum that quickly after the first one, and never that hard. Before today she would have been happy to find some hotshot from the event, get herself off, and call it a good night. Tonight though, she felt strangely unsatisfied and wanting more.

"Here you go."

"Oh, thanks." Minju wipes herself down, soaking the puddle of cum and juice between her legs with the tissues. She steps into the dress once more and pulls it up and finally— "Can you come back here?"

"I-I'm sorry?"

"I need your help with the dress." Right, of course. You join Minju in the back again, and silently zip it up for her. "Thank you."

"Of course." You return to the driver's seat, and the two of you sit in silence, the limo reeking of sex as you debated what to do next. "Should we umm, head back to the event now?"

"No. I already told Eunbi unnie I wouldn't be there. Let's just go back home." You nod silently and pull out of the parking spot. Minju is silent on the way back, debating with herself, desire and reason quarrelling in her head.

"We have arrived Miss Kim," you announce, pulling next to the elevator lobby in her building's parking lot.

"Oh, great, thank you. You should find a place to park."

"Oh, will you be going somewhere else after?"

"No, I would like you to come up. I'll be sure to leave my phone off, so we won't be disturbed. So why don't you find a place to park, and by the time you arrive I'll be in something more comfortable." Minju exits the limo and walks over to your window, motioning you to roll it down.

"If you're fast enough, maybe you'll catch me before I can put any clothes on."

"It's unlocked." You let yourself into Minju's apartment, and given that she's not meeting you, maybe you really were fast enough. You're fairly sure you've scratched the limo, but you'll pay for a whole new one if needed—Minju is the definition of "Worth it."

"Almost." Minju reads your mind, buttoning the last button on her top as she walks out of the bedroom. "But don't worry, you'll get to take it off soon." She moves closer to you, letting you wrap an arm around her midriff.

"What are we waiting for?" you ask, half-question and half-growl. Minju hushes you with a kiss, hands on your jacket tugging you through her apartment. She pulls your jacket off and pushes you on her bed, straddling you.

"For this, now I have you where I want."

"Yeah?" Your grab her by the hips and pull her down, making sure her short skirt rides up—she's still wearing her panties from earlier. "I have you where I want too."

"How perfect." Minju's kissing you again, but her hands are not idle, unbuttoning your shirt. "Now your turn." You reach for her top, and when the buttons are undone Minju shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing her pale skin, modest chest, and two stiff nubs.

"No bra?"

"Didn't have time, someone came up really fast."

"Lucky me," you murmur, taking the chance to cup and squeeze her tits, giving her a massage from the front.

"There'll be time for more of that later." Like in the limo Minju gets rid of her skirt and panties, and you're kicking off your own clothes too. "I want to ride you."

"Sure, you can be the driver." You smile and make a show of putting your hands behind your head, as if relaxing, but your eyes are glued to Minju's pussy, watching her grab you and... "Fuck!" A low curse escapes you as she splits herself open on you, taking you all the way and immediately wrapping all of your shaft in her warmth.

"Did I go a little too fast for my chauffeur?" She teases, but you felt Minju reel from the sudden stretch, the way her fingers dug into your arms immediately after, and oh how she has to take a deep breath now before saying anything else. "You must be too used to driving a slow car." You let Minju go unanswered for now.

"Perhaps, why don't you show me." You keep your hands behind your head, allowing Minju to lead. She plants her hands on your chest and starts rocking back and forth. You watch her gnaw her lower lip, her moans a mix of pleasure and pain—she's bitten off more than she can chew, but her pride and eagerness won't let her back off. The discomfort is only temporary as you feel her get wetter around you, and she starts riding you more smoothly.

"You like that? Oh fuck..." Minju can't help but add after her taunt. You do like it, and watching Minju's nude body rock on top of you is definitely worth whatever damage is on your limo. She jiggles and shakes, trying to fire seductive looks at you as she rides. But what you find hotter is how her expression melts every so often, when you shift your hips slightly or nudge upwards, hitting her extra deep and making her frown in pleasure. "How is it, hmm?" Minju asks, mistaking your silence as mute acknowledgement of her skill.

"Not bad. But you drive like you're driving an automatic, let me show you how to drive a stick." You sit up and hug Minju close, burying your face into her tits and sucking a stiff nipple. You lean forward further into her chest as your hands pull her hips towards you, forcing her to arch her back—this makes her near powerless in an instant, and she has to use her own arms for support against your legs.

"What are you— Nngh!" You start thrusting upwards slightly, and with Minju angled like this you hit her g-spot easily. She yelps on every thrust, her world spinning upside down as you bounce her on top of you. "Mm, mm, mm, mm, oh my god! Oh fuck! Right there, oh I'm cumming!" Minju clenches around you, and you push her through her orgasm, moving your hips in a grinding circle, driving Minju wild in manual. Her arms go weak, and she tips backwards on to the bed, hips bucking as you slip out of her.

"How was that?" you challenge, taking the opportunity to get on top of her.

"Good— Ah!" You're inside her again. Minju changes her approach. "You're so deep inside me, is that why you drive limos, because you're stretching me out sooooo much."

"Now that's a stretch of a joke." You chuckle, not rising to Minju's taunts. She doubles down though, kissing you deeply before hugging you close, leaving a hickey on your neck.

"It's not, you're stretching me out so much, no one's going to feel as good from now on." She wraps her long legs around you and pulls you in. "God it's like my pussy is your permanent parking spot now." You twitch inside her, and Minju smiles at that sensation. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? Me coming to you every time I want to get off? Giving you a place where you can park your cum?" As she says it Minju gets more and more aroused—she wouldn't mind that at all, not with how good she feels now and in the car earlier. Unconsciously she tightens around you, making you moan.

"Fuck you feel so good!" The bedsprings creak as they try to push Minju deeper on to you from below. "Shit I'm going to cum!"

"Wait, not in here!"

"Fine I'll pull out!" You start thrusting faster, but Minju hurriedly smacks you on the chest.

"Bathroom, now!" Next thing you know you've pressed Minju against the glass wall of her shower, kissing her as you lift a leg and enter her again.

"Cum in me, just didn't want to make a mess on my bed."

"Oh, so it's okay to dirty my leather seats, but not your bed?"

"You can cum in me here, or we can go back to the bed and you can cum on me, your choice." Minju challenges, wrapping the leg around your hip to let you know which she preferred.

"Fine." You grab Minju by the wrists, pinning her at 3 points against the wall—wrist, wrist, pussy. Despite the slight interruption of getting to the bathroom you're back on the road to your peak, going faster—from the bruises on Minju you see afterwards it might even be reckless. 

"Fuck, right there!" But right now she encourages it, bucking best she can, throwing her hips into yours. "Are you cumming soon? You're going to make me cum with you again, mmm!" You grab Minju by her hair, tiling her head back to look at her.

"Is that why you felt so good?" Minju can only moan in response, shuddering as her first orgasmic contraction grips her and you. "Fuck that's it, it's like your pussy wants to suck all the cum out of me!" You slam her even harder into the glass wall, your own pleasure building fast. Your blood's pumping, drowning out her cries. The "Check Engine" light is blinking in the form of Minju's fluttering eyelids, but you keep the pedal pressed down, burning through the rest of your tank and revving both of you to even louder roars of pleasure.

And then it happens.

Minju's jaw drops, you crash into her one last time, and the most exquisite of tugs from Minju ends you. You fire thick white lines of cum into her, painting your own personal parking spot in the cum park that is Minju's pussy. You explode, rupturing and spilling everything into her womb. The dying sputters of your engine force you to hump up into her, making both of you gasp and grunt until you finally stop. Her low moans and sighs flood your ear—mindlessly she caresses your cheek, kissing you passionately, a woman thoroughly satisfied as she leaks your white "oil" all around your shaft. You slip out, and the heavy splatters of dripping seed echo in the now quiet bathroom.

"Wow."

"Ow." Minju winces as you hold her by the waist. "Wait don't let go, I can't stand." You hug Minju higher up, pressing her chest to yours as she sighs and waits for her strength to return.

"Sorry, did I go too hard?"

"No, you just feel good. As far as the pain." Minju reaches behind, frowning as she touches her lower back. "I blame the wall," she laughs and quips into your neck.

"Told you we should've just stayed in bed."

"Unless you're offering to do my laundry, I get to choose." The two of you share an intimate moment in the shower, getting clean with a quick rinse, but never losing contact with one another.

"We're still good right?" Minju asks as you throw on your jacket, recognizing that it's time for tonight to end.

"What do you mean?"

"If I need a driver next time, you'll still be available? It won't always lead to... this though."

"Of course, my job is to drive. I don't expect anything more than the usual pay."

A few weeks later and after a few requests from Minju that don't lead to anything more, you get another job from her. You're asked to go upstairs, so you do so.

"Hello Miss Kim."

"Just call me Minju already. Come hold my dress for me? Don't zip it up yet." Minju makes a show of adjusting her makeup.

"It's a very nice dress, when is the event? I can take a more scenic route if we want to be late." Before you know it Minju steps away from you, and with you holding the dress it slides off her easily—Minju's fully naked as she turns to face you.

"The event's tomorrow, so I'm afraid I can't pay you for today."

"We can figure something out."

A/N: Had this car sex idea in my head for a long time, finally got around to writing it. Helps that Minju has had more pretty dress outfits since then lol, hope you like it! Thank you for reading.

[nomie-11]

Model Behavior

masterlist!

synopsis: models are supposed to have some kind of professionalism, right? (18+ themes ahead)

pairings: vi x reader (no use of y/n)

Your agent said this would be easy. Quick, easy, only three shoots. Hit a few poses, change your clothes a few times, have some good camera chemistry with your partner. 

Yeah, well easy your ass. 

You had never met a model more annoying than Vi. 

Right off the bat, she was the worst. 

“Hey, coffee?” She smiled, her grin obnoxiously charming, before she turned to the shoot director. She thought you were a damn intern, not the model who was on the cover of vogue last week. “When’s Caitlyn getting here? I thought she was my shoot partner.”

You cleared your throat, arms crossed as you stared her down. “I am your shoot partner.”

Vi turned, blinking at you before giving you a once-over. “Oh. Huh.” She nodded like she was mentally adjusting, then grinned again. “Well, nice to meet you, newbie.” 

You exhaled sharply through your nose, already tired. “I was on vogue last week. I’m not a newbie.”

“Right. Cool.” She stretched her arms over her head, the hem of her tank riding up to reveal just enough abs to be distracting. Not that you were looking. “No hard feelings, yeah? I just figured they’d pair me with Cait. We’ve got that whole thing going on.” 

You frowned. “Thing?” 

Vi wiggled her eyebrows. “You know. Tall and gorgeous meets devastatingly charming and ruggedly handsome? Classic duo.” 

You stared at her, unimpressed. “You’re neither devastating nor rugged.” 

“Ouch, brutal.” Vi clutched her chest like you’d shot her. “Alright, Vogue, I’ll try not to let my fragile ego get in the way of our ‘good camera chemistry’.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long shoot. 

————————

The first setup was simple: a monochrome background, complementary outfits, standard high fashion poses. Easy enough. 

At least, it should have been easy.

“Closer,” the photographer directed. 

Vi stepped in, her breath warm against your cheek. “Like this?” She asked, voice lower than before, almost teasing. 

You didn’t flinch, didn’t react—professionalism and all. But when her fingers brushed the bare skin of your waist through a cutout in the Versace dress you wore, adjusting the pose ever so slightly, you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Perfect,” the photographer said, snapping shots. “Hold that.” 

Vi’s fingers lingered, and you could feel the faintest press of her palm against your hip. 

———

The next setup was a little more intimate. Something editorial, something dramatic. 

“Hands in her hair, tug her head back,” the director instructed. 

Vi didn’t hesitate. She slid her fingers through your locks, slow and deliberate, nails grazing your scalp. You fought the shiver threatening to run down your spine. 

You held your ground, adjusting your stance, bringing your own hand to rest lightly against her jaw. Vi’s smirk softened, and for a second—just a second—her gaze dipped to your lips. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer murmured. “Love the intensity.” 

You swallowed hard. 

————

By the time you reached the final setup, the line between professional and something else entirely had blurred beyond recognition underneath the heat of Vi’s gaze and the mixing of your bodies under the camera. 

This time, it was a softer, more intimate scene. Dim lighting, silk sheets, light and airy clothing, the illusion of something almost domestic. 

“You’re going to have to get real close for this,” the photographer said, adjusting the lens.

You were already close, so close you could feel Vi’s heartbeat from where she slain draped across your back. But Vi, of course, took that as a challenge. 

She slid in closer, one arm draped around your waist, her mouth just shy of your shoulder. The heat of her breath sent goosebumps down your arms. 

“You good?” She murmured, voice just for you.

You exhaled. “Yeah. I’m good.” 

“Alright, then,” her fingers traced the curve of your wrist, slow and deliberate. “Let’s give ‘em a show.” 

The camera flashed, the shutter clicking in rapid succession as Vi tilted her head, brushing the tip of her nose against your jaw. You felt the whisper of her breath, the heat of her body pressed against yours, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was just a job—a performance, carefully crafted illusion for the camera. 

And yet. 

“Closer,” the director said, voice even but expectant. “Like you’re about to kiss.”

Vi’s hand tightened slightly where it rested on your waist. She adjusted, shifting so that her lips hovered a breath away from yours. The air between you felt charged, electric. 

You weren’t sure if the flicker of her eyes to your lips was intentional or just a trick of the dim lighting. 

“Hold it,” the photographer called. “Perfect.”

The seconds stretched long, each click of the camera punctuating the space between you. You could see every detail of Vi’s face—the curve of her lips, the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose, the sharp amusement lingering in her gaze. She wasn’t just playing the part. She was enjoying this.

Damn her.  

“Alright,” the director said, stepping forward. “Now, slowly, undress each other.”

Your breath caught. Right, you had been expecting this. Your agent had said this would be a more intimate shoot—partial nudity, the whole shebang. 

Vi arched a brow at you, smirk deepening, like she was daring you to back out. 

But you didn’t. 

Your hands found the hem of her loose linen shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin beneath as you began to lift it over her head. Vi exhaled, the sound nearly imperceptible, but you caught the way her muscles tensed under your touch. 

In return, her fingers found the delicate straps of your top, slipping them off your shoulders, knuckles ghosting over your collarbones. It was careful. Intentional. Every motion drawn out just enough to be torturous. 

The camera flashed. 

“Beautiful,” the photographer nearly whispered. “Slow. Keep that tension.”

Tension. Right. 

If they wanted tension, they were getting it in spades. 

Vi met your gaze, something unreadable flickering behind her usual bravado. Her hands lingered on your skin, as if waiting, as if daring you to push her away. 

You didn’t. 

The camera clicked again, and the lines blurred even further. 

Excuse me for knowing nothing about how modeling works 🤭

If you enjoyed this one shot, please make sure to check out my other series!

[arlucent]

Title:Love, In Theory

(Furina x gn!reader)

Note:the reader is a professional and a famous lawyer in the court of Fontaine. They also bear a vision. All of this happened before the archon quest

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

The Grand Proposal Problem

The Court of Fontaine had become a revolving door of romantic humiliation.

That morning, a Liyuen shipping magnate had presented Furina with a literal boat carved from solid noctilucous jade ("To sail the seas of love together!"). At noon, a Mondstadt knight attempted to serenade her with a lyre (badly). Now, as the sun dipped below the aquabus lines, a Snezhnayan diplomat was sweating through his fur collar while listing his "extensive holdings" in excruciating detail.

"—and of course, my "maison de campagne russe" has heated floors—"

Furina swirled her goblet of sparkling water, watching the bubbles rise and pop with exaggerated fascination. "How... quaint." She set the cup down with a decisive clink. "But I'm afraid Fontaine's Archon requires a partner who can at least pronounce 'maison' correctly. Next!"

From his vantage point behind a marble column, Neuvillette marked another tally in his ledger. Rejection #23 this month. The pattern never varied:

1. The Old Guard: Aristocrats who thought wealth could substitute for personality

2. The Young Lions: Hotheaded heirs who imagined themselves taming a goddess

3. The Foreign Opportunists: Diplomats treating courtship like a trade negotiation

A Melusine tugged at his sleeve. "Chief Justice? The lawyer has arrived."

Neuvillette's lips thinned. "Send them in."

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

A Rivalry For the Ages

You remembered the first time you'd faced Furina in court.

It had been a simple property dispute—until she swept in, Hydro constructs swirling around her throne-like witness stand. "The defendant," she'd declared, pointing an accusing glove at your client, "is clearly as guilty as a crab in a pearl shop!"

You'd dismantled her argument in six minutes flat.

The second time, she'd brought charts.

By the fifth trial, the newspapers had coined it: "The Hydro Archon vs. Fontaine's Razor: A Clash of Wit and Will."

Now, standing in Neuvillette's office, you stared at the contract like it might bite you. "Let me summarize," you said slowly. "You want me to pretend to romance the woman who last week threatened to revoke my law license because I 'breathed too loudly' during her soliloquy?"

Neuvillette steepled his fingers. "Precisely because of that history. No one would suspect artifice."

The doors burst open. Furina stood framed in the doorway, her Hydro aura crackling. "Explain immediately why this—" She jabbed a gloved finger at you. "—insufferable gavel-spinner is here!"

You smirked. "Miss me, Your Majesty?"

Her eye twitched.

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

The Terms of Engagement

The negotiations lasted three excruciating hours.

Furina insisted on clauses like:

- "No unsolicited eye contact"

- "Absolute must to compliment me when we're in public"

- "If we must hold hands, wear gloves. Two pairs."

You countered with:

- "Hazard pay for every suitor-induced migraine"

- "Right to veto any pastel-colored outfits"

- "Final approval on all pet names"

Neuvillette mediated with the patience of a man who regularly sentenced sea monsters to community service.

"You'll attend the Melusine Founders' Gala tomorrow," he declared, stamping the contract. "Sedene will handle your... coordinated arrival."

The mentioned Melusine perked up from her notetaking. "I've already prepared complementary hydromimetic bouquets!"

Furina looked physically pained.

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

Performative Affection (With Spectators)

The gala was a masterclass in psychological warfare.

You arrived precisely five minutes late—enough to make Furina fume, not enough to be truly rude. Your outfit (deep blues instead of her preferred pastels) clashed deliberately with her frilly gown.

"Darling," you drawled, offering your arm.

"Counselor," she gritted out, gripping your elbow like she wanted to snap the bone.

The Melusines adored it.

"Look how they bicker and banter!" Mamere sighed dreamily. "Just like in my romance novels!"

The night devolved into:

- Furina "accidentally" stepping on your foot during the waltz

- You "forgetting" to fetch her preferred canapés (three shrimp, no dill)

- A Snezhnayan diplomat catching you mid-argument about fontaine law code subsection 47-B and mistaking it for foreplay

Neuvillette observed from the punch bowl, silently calculating how much longer he could allow this charade to continue.

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

Cracks in the Facade

The cracks appeared like fissures in glacial ice:

1. The Midnight Pastry Heist

You found her in the Palais kitchens at 3 AM, wrist-deep in a mille-feuille. Powdered sugar dusted her nose.

"Section 12 of the Kitchen Code," you intoned. "Unauthorized consumption of—"

A cream-filled pastry hit you square in the chest.

2. The Defense

When Duke Montblanc sneered about your "commoner stench," Furina's Hydro constructs materialized before you could blink.

"Apologize," she sang, twirling her parasol, "or discover how well your toupee floats."

3. The Staring

During trials, you'd catch her watching—not with her usual competitive glare, but with something almost... soft. The moment your eyes met, she'd snap her fan open with a crack.

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

The Duel

Marquis Beaumont was all smarm and no substance when he slapped you with his glove. "A real partner would defend Her Majesty's honor!",he says as if he wasn't the one who just insulted her.

You rolled up your sleeves. "Five minutes. I have a meeting with the Melusine Bar Association."

The fight was brutal:

- His Electro-infused rapier versus your (vision element)-enhanced parries

- The moment he dared aim a stray bolt at Furina's skirts

- Your Vision flaring not to strike, but to shield—erupting a geyser that drenched the entire courtyard

The crowd lost their minds. Furina's hands flew to her mouth.

Later, in a secluded alcove, she grabbed your wrist. "That was... adequate."

You flexed your tingling fingers. "Don't get used to it."

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

The Unraveling

The contract became impossible after:

1. The Jealousy

That Fontaine socialite who kept "accidentally" brushing Furina's hand? You may have "tripped" and spilled an entire carafe of Fonta on her décolletage.

2. The Late Nights

Shared silences in your office stretched longer. She'd critique your penmanship; you'd mock her posture. The space between you on the sofa grew smaller each time.

3. The Almost

Post-ball, wine-drunk and giddy, Furina leaned in to fix your crooked tie. Your breath hitched. Her pupils dilated. Then—

"Ahem." Neuvillette materialized like a specter. "The contract is fulfilled. Suitors have ceased."

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

The Breaking Point

The goodbye was painfully formal. Furina offered a stiff nod; you bowed precisely 15 degrees.

Until—

SLAM

Your office door flew open at dawn. Furina stood heaving, hair half-escaped its ribbons. "Why," she demanded, "did you never look at me like you meant it?"

The legal brief you'd been holding fluttered to the floor. "Because I was terrified you'd see that I did."

Silence. Then—

"Idiot," she breathed, and kissed you.

`♔･ﾟ✧ °•∘⛲∘•° ✧ﾟ･♔`

In Practice

The curtain rose on Fontaine's grandest opera house. Furina, resplendent in her spotlight, extended a hand toward the audience.

"Mon amour," she called, voice dripping with theatrical sweetness, "won't you join me?"

From the crowd, you sighed—but stood. The audience gasped as you ascended the stage.

"This wasn't in the contract," you muttered as she pulled you center stage.

Furina's grin was all wicked triumph. "Consider it... 'judicial discretion'."

The curtain fell on a very real kiss.

Somewhere in the wings, Neuvillette sipped his water. A Melusine tugged his sleeve. "Does this mean we plan a wedding now?"

The Chief Justice closed his eyes. "One crisis at a time."

[beskars]

ichthyological studies: a silco x reader modern au

pairing: silco x reader, she/her pronouns, no use of y/n rating: explicit summary: coming up with creative solutions to budget issues is nothing new at Iron & Glass Community Art Center, but bartering with your creepy neighbor for printer access is definitely pushing your limits. Enter Silco, all sharp angles and sharper retorts, whose tendency to throw money at problems nearly sparks a diplomatic incident. But first impressions have a way of unraveling, and maintaining professional distance becomes increasingly difficult when every interaction leaves you more intrigued by the man behind the mismatched gaze and wry reserve, even as your assumptions about him keep getting the better of you.

beta: @avarkriss playlist: spotify

chapter one: a respectable organization

chapter two: the elegant architecture of bone and tendon

chapter three: a list of grievances

chapter four: an air of mystery

chapter five: the weight of his gaze

chapter six: to contain the boundless longing

chapter seven: something like vertigo

chapter eight: all that careful restraint

chapter nine: to reveal a different person beneath

chapter ten: the last rays of light at eventide

chapter eleven: your cruelty and your sweetness in equal measure

chapter twelve: the mythology of the unexplored

chapter thirteen: a cocoon of sound

chapter fourteen: asterism of devotion

chapter fifteen: mutual affection with complementary benefits

chapter sixteen: a necessary interlude

chapter seventeen: a constellation of renewal

chapter eighteen: oceanic blue

chapter nineteen: the careful selection of compatible companions

chapter twenty: a thoroughly agreeable revision

chapter twenty-one: in everything, forever

+ more to come soon! artwork! ava & talia / ava & reader by @sailorsun546 silco reading by @yubikyu silco with fern collar pins by @yubikyu silco with sharks by @averagesilcoenjoyer

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Dark Blue

Symbolism of Dark Blue

In color symbolism, dark blue color meanings include:

Cool temperatures: All shades of blue, including dark blue, signify cold temperatures. Cool colors on the color wheel include blue, green, and purple. Additionally, blue skin can indicate a low body temperature.

Intelligence: Many people associate blue shades with knowledge, intelligence, and concentration.

Loyalty: Having a “true blue” friend implies commitment and dedication to the relationship.

Masculinity: Historically, the lighter blue tint of baby blue signifies the male gender; however, all shades of blue, including light blue, medium blue, dark blue, and navy blue, suggest traditional forms of masculinity.

Night sky: Whereas you associate sky blue with a daytime sky, dark blue signifies the sky at night. Midnight blue connotes a moonless night, with a heavy saturation of black combined with a deep blue.

Predictability: The phrase “out of the blue” means the occurrence of an event you weren’t expecting. In a similar vein, “once in a blue moon” implies an event that doesn’t happen very often.

Sea: You can use dark blue to symbolize a stormy sea or a deep body of water. Though many shades of blue signify water, including blue-green or aqua for tropical waters, dark blue suggests a more mysterious depth or ominous quality.

Power and authority: Dark blue signifies power and responsibility. Police officers often utilize dark blue or navy blue colors for their uniforms. The slang term “boys in blue” refers to the police.

Sadness: To “be blue” or “feeling blue” means you feel sorrow or despair. In Korea, dark blue is the color of mourning.

Social prominence: A “blue blood” defines a socially prominent person or someone born into nobility.

Though sometimes confused with navy blue, dark blue represents a specific color code.

In the RGB color space, dark blue (hex code #00008B) contains 54.5% blue and no red or green, while

in the CMYK color space, dark blue contains 100% cyan, 100% magenta, no yellow, and 45% black.

Some Pros of Using the Dark Blue in Design

Dark blue implies professionalism and reliability, which explains its use in graphic design by many banks and corporations. In design, dark blue:

Complements darker rooms: Acclaimed interior designer Corey Damen Jenkins encourages you to work with your room’s natural lighting rather than fighting it. When decorating a low-light room, “go for the more smoldering, rich, dark, sexy colors that actually enhance the lighting,” like shades of dark blue.

Connotes authority: Dark blue works well as a design choice if you want to exude strength, expertise, reliability, and trust with your design.

Serves as an alternative to black: If you need a darker shade in your work but want to retain color, a dark blue color scheme offers a workable solution.

Works well in color combinations: Use dark blue with complementary colors such as orange to create an appealing color scheme. Or play with other shades of blue, such as light blue or teal.

Some Cons of Using the Dark Blue in Design

Though you can use dark blue in your designs without worry, keep these possible negative traits in mind as you work:

Absorbs heat: If your project involves something significant in size, remember that dark shades like dark blue absorb heat and can make a room or enclosed space feel warm.

Can fade: Dark blue–painted art or objects fade in saturation over time, particularly in sunlight. Potential fading makes dark blue a better choice for low-light rooms than for rooms with lots of bright sunlight.

Can feel oppressive: Too much dark blue can make you feel as if you’re surrounded by darkness, especially in a small room. Walls painted dark blue can make a room feel more cave-like.

Shows scratches: Like all dark colors, dark blue shows every scratch, chip, or imperfection, and you may have trouble getting touch-ups to match.

A Brief History of Dark Blue

Egyptians first used blue pigment.

They created a lighter blue shade from ground limestone and copper minerals.

Dark blue pigments didn’t appear until the 6th century with ultramarine, a deep blue color pigment made from grinding up the mineral lapis lazuli.

Ultramarine proved popular with medieval European artists for its deep blue quality, but its expense made it accessible only to the wealthy.

Cobalt blue became the more affordable and popular blue pigment amongst artists in the 8th and 9th centuries, particularly in Chinese porcelain and later with Dutch Delft porcelain.

Artificial ultramarine appeared in the mid-19th century, replacing the more expensive version.

Indigo dye became popular in the 16th century, becoming the color of the Beau Brummell blue suit in the 18th century and blue jeans in the 19th century.

The British Royal Navy adopted navy blue (also known as marine blue) for their uniforms in the 19th century.

Prussian blue, a vibrant darker blue, appeared in the early 1700s and became Pablo Picasso’s pigment of choice during his Blue Period.

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[shocymer]

For Never to Forever

"What if the illustrator of your newest novel covers is actually your highschool enemy in the past?"

Pairing : Yunho × afab!reader

Word counts : 3.2k

Contents & warning : highly suggestive mdni! , fluff (maybe), college art students! Yunho, novelist! reader, short tempered Yunho (not in bad way), Hongjoong as reader manager, cursed words here and there, sloppy kisses, slightly dry humping, enemies to lovers.

× Happy Yunho Day! ×

Time is ticking like its always supposed to do, but Yunho couldn’t stop looking at it. The hour hand has only moved maybe a quarter of millimeter from its original position, made him annoyed even more. How could it not be, he just let his impulsive thoughts win over his professionalism few hours ago.

Well, It all happened this morning. He went to the nearest café where the appointment was made via email last night.

Sipping a cup of warm expresso that fulfilled his taste bud while waiting for his client. The café ambiance was so cozy, it plays as complementary role to his mood lifting. And the main reason of his happy self was, he got a commission for a commercial purpose the first time ever in his entire life. Plus, it’s not just an ordinary client, the request came from a well known novelist.

From : Eternal Sunshine

To : Me (Tyudongi99)

Subject : Commission Request For Novels Covers

Hello Tyudongi-nim.

I’m Eternal Sunshine, one of the novelist from Break The Wall Book Company Publisher. I really interested with your art. Would you like to work on my next novels cover? If you are interested, we can set up an appointment to discuss the further details.

I would be very grateful if you willing to accept my request.

Sincerely,

Eternal Sunshine

That’s the content of an email that Yunho received the night before. Kicking on his feet, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. He’s just a 3rd year college students that majoring in art. Never expected that opening commission on a whim would bring him to this. And then, he sent a quick replied as soon as possible that leading to today’s meeting.

“Oh hello, Tyudongi-nim.” A lady pulled her hand over to Yunho. She’s accompanied by a not so tall, with blonde lock man who’s standing next to her.

He shook your offering hand politely, “Hello, uhm perhaps Eternal Sunshine-nim?”

You nodded, throwing a simple smile before sitting right across to him. He’s staring at you closely while immersed in conversation. The way your hazel orb getting lighter when the sun beam hits them or the way your dainty lips curled when you smile occasionally. Somehow, all of it reminded him with the past. Wait wait, his past?!

He blinked his eyes rapidly, couldn’t believe what he just thought earlier. Your voice became a mere chant that drowning with the café hustle and bustle sounds at this very moment. He knew exactly who you are after the pile of his memories collided like it’s clicking on the switch inside of him.

“…so that’s the concept. I really-” a loud scrape noise coming from his chair was heard, interrupted your words. “-want you to..”

You turned your gaze out of the concept papers and found him staring intently towards you. Did I say something wrong? Am I offended him or something? Those questions played over and over on your mind nicely for solid three seconds, before his sarcastic laugh startled you.

“Well well, after all those great time. Now you’re asking this ‘going to be no where artist’ to work on your covers.” He crossed his arms while still looking down at you.

Your manager had the same reaction as you, dropping the jaw for a mere seconds. Then started to talk, craving for more contexts. “Ahem.. Tyudongi-nim, I’m sorry but what do you mean exactly?”

He snorted in annoyance, “She never appreciate my works on the first place to begin with.”

Oh great, It’s been a long time for your manager, Kim Hongjoong was facing a person like this. He took a deep breath, rolled the sleeve of his shirt to the elbow, before intended to give a long nice talk. “I deeply understand if her previous words probably hurt you, I’ll apologize on her be-”

“Ah right! Now I remember!” You spurted out, interrupting your manager just like adding gasoline to the fire in this situation. Both male gazes fixed on you. “Jeong Yunho right?” You got up from your seat, trying to match his height, and of course you can’t. He’s much taller than you, but at least you got those spirit to match him.

You snapped your fingers, before pointing at him. “Surprisingly, your attitude didn’t change at all.” Then, you poked on his chest with the same finger, “if you smart enough, you can figure it out by yourself why I said that to you.”

Furrowed the eyebrows while his face turning red as a boiled lobster, he slapped your hand away. How could he figured it out, if you’re the one who’s started to pick a fight with him in the high school. He thought to himself while his eyes still pierced into yours alternately left and right. The rationality went out of his head completely, and only anger was left behind. Hurting on his own ego, he grabbed the concept papers unwittingly then shoving it in his own bag before barging out of the café furiously.

Hongjoong and you exchanged glances after all of the ruckus. He ruffled his hair as if he still digested about what the actual fuck just happen, “you need to find another illustrator, like- how’d you find a weird artist with bad temper? Plus, he just left right away?!” You shrugged, giving him an expression like “I didn’t expect that either.” While tidying up less than a half of the papers left.

“But I think, you don’t need to worry about that.” You assured him that still yapping nonstop in the background. However, you knew Yunho so well despite his unreasonable hatred towards you.

Back to the square one in the young male artist’s flat who’s regretted it all. He just sent an apology email to your manager, after reading the concept papers thoroughly. Stopping the urge to bang his head on the wall surface, right after thinking carefully. He need some pocket money for the next months surviving here, how could he nearly miss this good opportunity due to his stupid action.

An hour has passed, all of the wait just paid off. A notification popped up from the email icon on his computer taskbar. His heart almost jumped out of the rib cage that your email address written on the screen instead of your manager. He clicked it with anticipation, perhaps all of the swearing and cursed words spilled in the email body because he deserved it. But it turns out a short sentence showed up instead, “Give me your contact information.”

He was silenced, typing the replied with a blank stare just like that. To be honest, he hated to admit about what you said in the café earlier. Only to realize that he didn’t change at all.

After he shared the chat ID to you, not too long your message coming through his chat lists.

(You) It’s much easier to discuss everything here rather than in email. And I think we need to meet again. Like you know, you just left half of the written concepts behind.

Even from the text, your unbothered manner radiating through it. He felt embarrassed due to how childish he was this morning.

(Yunho) Okay cool, when?

(You) Tomorrow afternoon?

(Yunho) Okay

On the next day, he pulled up to the same café after his morning class ended. First thing first to do was sketching the given concepts on a blank paper. He’s still remembered some details from yesterday and then he let you revised it when you arrived later.

Around 3 p.m. you almost there, to catch up the appointment with Yunho. Setting your feet on the sidewalk, you only need approximately ten steps to reach the café entrance. You saw your reflection on the glass window, before your focus shift to him. His prominent side profile and his soft cheek is a perfect combination. He’s still busy scribbling something with a serious expression drawn on his face, that made him hotter than his usual self. You can’t deny how attractive he is, even in the high school back then.

You came back to your sense, after Yunho knocking on the glass for few times, and read through the way his lips mouthing “are you okay?” from the opposite. You rushed in to the café in embarrassment that he caught up you’re gawking over him for quite some time.

“Ehm, y-you.” Still struggled to collecting yourself, your eyes darting to the table. His cup of coffee is nearly empty and some of his drawing tools scattered next to it. “How long you’ve been here?” You asked.

“11 or something. I don’t have anything else to do after class.” He explained it to you while busy on sorting some of his sketches. Then he handed it over, “I made several version of it, you can choose which one that suit on your taste.”

You took all of it, scanning thoroughly one by one. After thinking for quite some time, you drew out two papers of your choice to him. “I can’t decided between these two...” And yeah, the discussion continued until the evening of that day.

A week later, Yunho stomping on his way to your flat. Proceed to press your doorbell multiple times furiously. The reason behind it? He could counts on how many times you wanted revision. Not to mention he work fast and he wanted to report on every progress he made due to his own pretention, becoming a reliable artist for his clients. But for this one, he forgot to spell out his terms and condition especially about the revision limit.

Your sleepy face slowly appeared. You just opened your door after being annoyed with the doorbell rang over and over bombarding your eardrums. “What?” Out of all of the words that exist, why those one left from your mouth instead.

Yunho folded his lips into thin line for a split second and rolled his eyes after seeing you who’s completely clueless. He’ll fume at any seconds right after doing all of those ‘Jeong Yunho pre-angry habits’. You immediately stuffed your palm on his mouth as prevention, then pulled him into your flat.

He literally would protest but it didn’t happen, because you started to talk first. “Uhm, I know there must be something on your mind. But, we can sort it out together, right?” To be truth you don’t even know what’s wrong while you sat him down on the soft fur rug which placed in your TV room.

He removed your hand out of his face, “Is it fun for you?”

Ah, shit. He’s mad mad. You shushed him down, then you ran to the kitchen pantry on the pretext of making a cup of tea for him. Strangely, he complied. He just sat there quietly, while scrolling on his phone.

After you returned with two cups of the tea in your hands, you positioned yourself sitting to his opposite. “There’s like maybe.. you feel unsatisfied about something?” You asked him carefully.

Putting his phone to the side, he cleared his throat before answered you. “Listen, how many times did you asked for revisions?”

“A.. lot?” You’re not sure about the numbers and better not to mention it.

“Yeah right!” His veiny hand brushing through the strands of his hair, trying to pull back all of his sense. “You know what, it’s over than 25 times, it’s still only a week though!”

You’re confused as he did it all of it already, you meant to give it for a month task to do. “I didn’t expect that you do that so fast. I’ll pay you handsomely, okay?” You said that in your defense.

“Are you testing me? I bet there comes a lot more after I give you the last one.” Remembering all the sleepless nights he went through, plus he still kept up with the class schedule on the day time.

“Trust me, you’ll know why I did this. Or do you want to back off instead?”

He chuckled in anger, “Or do you mean to pick a fight on the first place?”

Your patience runs out as you literally fed up by those three words ‘pick a fight’ that feels like his only vocabulary since high school days, whenever he saw you. You pulled his collar, bringing his face closer to yours. “Now it’s my turn, listen to me. First, never in any slightest on my mind to mess with you.” You hardened the grip, “and second, please be matured Jeong Yunho, we are not a kid anymore!”

He pushed you down till you’re laying flat against the rug, he automatically join to fall as you still holding onto his collar for your dear life. Luckily, his steady hands kept himself from weighting on you. “If you’re not messing with me, why did you said all of that?”

“Said what?! Speak clearly! you always yapping that I picked a fight first, I said this, I said that. Just tell me what did I say before.” Your eyes getting redder as you worked up shouting at this stubborn young male, ruining your peaceful morning.

“You told me that I’m going to be nowhere with that kind of skills.” He took a deep breath, “You never know just a mere sentence, makes me think about it all the time.” The truth was he almost gave up on his dream when the insult coming especially from you, which he once had a feelings for.

“Because your art sucks back then.” You snapped. Before he’s going feral, you circled his waist with both of your legs, then turning him over to the side. Now you’re on top of him, while holding his shoulder to keep him stay still. You told the side of your story how you heard him talking with the group of his friends, meanwhile he’s your crush at that time.

You remembered how they’re talked on your back when you’re going insane preparing for the first debut novel.

“You saw her this morning? She’s such a book freak. Like every single days, I can see the pile of books on her desk, or in the library. To the point I’m sick looking at my own books.” One of Yunho’s friends talking.

First of all, it doesn’t matter if somebody else bad mouthing on you but it also came from him that making it worse.

Those friend slightly tapped Yunho’s upper arm, “She’s weird, right?”

Without hesitation he said, “Yeah she is-”

Enough is enough, you got up from the chair. You sure it was his voice, right on the opposite of the class wall to the corridor. You storming out of the class, hating to see your crush face. Then, you came back at noon only to mock his wobbly drawing on his sketchbook. Honestly you just want to take a revenge, but after you saw his badly drawn art, you can’t hold back your laugh. So that seems like you genuinely mocking after him.

Those newly information made Yunho speechless, which he’s still pinned down right now, under you. He averted his eyes from you that looking straight at him. “I never hate you okay, I even liked you.” You remarked.

He's still processing his thought, “I- I still can’t believed it”

Running your finger tips to his soft bear like cheeks, you cupped it and turned his head over so he looked back at you who’s alternately staring on both of his eyes to his reddish thin lips. “I’ll prove it, until you believed me.”

You pressed your lips to his all of sudden, made him flinched in surprise. Slowly but surely he kissed you back. The innocent kiss turn into a chaotic one as he hold the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His tongue forced its way in, clashing on each other with yours. To the point you could hear the sound of both his and your front teeth bumped sometimes.

He sat up while continuing the kiss. His other hand busy tracing on your back, touched it by following your spine from the top to bottom. You slightly moved your chest forward in response, as his fingers tickling you, till the distance between both of you completely disappear.

You could feel his hard member poking through beneath his black jeans, while you grinding on his lap. He groaned between the kiss as you moving your hips back and forth faster than before. His digits slipped underneath the thin clothes you’re wearing, caressing your bare skin gently. A string of saliva formed after he decided to pull out from the kiss slowly, trying to stop before both of you coming undone anytime while fully clothed.

He lean on your slender shoulder, catching on his breath. On the other hand, you played with the tip from his nape hair while doing the same. Yunho and you stayed still for a while like that, till you realized there’s another pair of eyes watching you. When you turned your head to the front door, you saw your manager hanging speechless and slowly back away.

That lead you to slap your own forehead. Just forgot that you sent him text before, begging to be companied cause you didn’t want to deal with angry Yunho by yourself.

“No, it’s not like that manager-nim.” You wanted to stop him but Yunho still hugging you tight. “Please stay! Manager-nim, Kim Hongjoong!” Your plead is useless as his figure already disappear behind those door.

⁠✧

Today is Sunday morning, both of you went to a picnic date. Spreading out the mat with beautiful pattern on the grass field, you breathing in the fresh air. It’s located on the side of the lake. This was Yunho’s idea to bring you here, he said that giving it as a reward after spending full month of hell ride.

His design immediately approved by the editorial team without any problems by the end of last month. All thanks to your crazy revisions, he managed to survive walking out of the editorial room alive while people around including you said that they’re super annoying to begin with.

Now, Yunho busy painting on his sketchbook as his back lean to yours. Both of you sit back to back, enjoying the morning atmosphere. Chatting about a lot of topics here and there, while you’re flipping the page of your favorite book.

“I’m curious, how did you find me?” His skilled hand stained the colors from the tip of brush onto the paper surface.

“Hmm.. I don’t really know if it’s you behind the tyudongi artist tho.” You said that without taking your eyes off those collection of printed words.

He mixed another colors on the palette and back to questioned you, “I mean, why choose me out of another artists? I don’t have any experience on the big project like this.”

You stopped your activity then change the sitting position to face him. “Huh? I saw your works hanging in the local art exhibition few months back. Isn’t it also a big project?”

“Ah that thing, the artists doing it voluntarily without being paid. So there’s no pressure behind.” He explained to you clearly.

You nodded, “I see.. Uhm yeah, basically I was interested in your painting which the title is Forever, as I remember it.”

Yunho’s gaze shift to you as he realized something, “with the n or without the n?”

“Do you mean for never or forever?” You were dumbfounded by him. But he remained silent looking straight at you even though you are waiting for his answer. You sighed, “there’s no n between it, I’m pretty sure.”

He chuckled softly that you took his bait. “Then..” Putting his drawing tools aside, he grab your waist, pulling you into his arms. “There’s also no end between us.” He kissed your blushing cheek.

“Be my forever okay?”

a/n I had so much fun writing on this. and annoyed yunho looking hella hot, proof 1, proof 2, proof 3 (© tiktok edits)

[nianeyemystic]

♾️ Pallas Synastry Observations ✨

"I belong here with you" type of love. 💕💘😍✨😮‍💨

disclaimer: I am not a professional astrologer, I have studied astrology for 4+ years and these are my own observations. Take what resonates, not every astrology placement will resonate. Enjoy !

Pallas/Sun ☀️

Pallas conjunct sun is powerful. Sun person will be magnetized to the inner masculine/feminine vibrations of the partner. ultimately like harnessing the power of intellect and collaboration. Pallas acts as a magnet for the opposite sex. Duality is expressed here. yin/yang energy.

I love this placement so much because Pallas illuminates the sun person, which enhances creative expression. It is a muse type of reciprocal energy. Pallas person find Sun persons confidence and identity inspiring, seeing them as a constant source of inspiration.

Pallas is a pattern weaver. Sun conjunct Pallas says you have the right personality for your partner to begin liking you more as they get to know you. This chemistry is electrifying. Think of it like Pallas exploring the identity of the sun person is an art form to them. Sun person will appreciate the effort Pallas makes to get to know them.

Pallas person serves as a guide for Sun. The confidence of the Sun is increased with the Pallas as their partner. This is a couple that is aided by their desire to get to know one another, and exchange information. Intellectually stimulating dynamics. Learning together may be a turn on.

Pallas/ Mars ♥️

Pallas conjunct Mars is extremely passionate, you two will ignite each others passion, desires and dreams. This gives me power couple dynamics, a dream team energy. Mars person energizes Pallas person, and promotes their vision and goals.

Pallas understands Mars ambitions and encourages them to pursue them. You may find a joint mission spiritually and intellectually that connects you to one another. This is a power couple energy because you ignite each other to be productive. Pallas brings the intellect to the connection, while Mars encourages and drives the shared vision.

Pallas/ Moon 🌙

Pallas sextile Moon is how you two ignite the need to nurture each others goals. This is a beautiful blend of taking each others strengths and combining them to accomplish goals. especially as they relate to home, business and family.

Moon person helps Pallas person to bring comfort and nurture to how they implement life plans. Pallas has a soft spot for the moon here, its a complementary energy. Pallas allows the moon person to become more confident in themselves, with their ambitious nature. Love this placement so much in charts.

Do you have any of these ?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Office Space 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re an assistant to private and corporate investigator, Nick Fowler, and find yourself brought into the fold of his shady professional life. 

Characters: Nick Fowler, Jonathan Pine, this reader is known as Elfie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Girls’ night leaves you wanting. The single appletini has you less than content but you know better than to push your limit. Not when you have to face work the next day. You’re even more put off by the man who sent the complementary drinks; Dizzie’s boss. ��

It feels like he’s trespassing, even if he keeps his distance. You are all well aware of the presence of him and his colleagues. Rosie is flustered and Billie is further demotivated by the looming shadow of the workplace she sought to forget. A grey cloud dampens the long-awaited get together. Maybe next time you’ll try somewhere new. 

You leave at a reasonable time, just after Georgie’s early departure. You feel lame for it. Even if you’re not due at the office until noon, the impromptu shift throws off your whole schedule. Your errands will have to be done around Mr. Fowler’s schedule. 

You have breakfast, get your laundry through the cycle, do half the dishes, then get ready for work. You put on a collared-wrap blouse and some peach-coloured slacks. It won’t hurt to bring a bit of colour to the gray office.  

As you come in sight of the office, another approaches from the next corner. You slow as you recognise the man’s lithe strides and his blonde hair. His stature puts him above the other pedestrians as he meets you at the door.  

Mr. Pine smiles as he greets you, “Elfie, fine timing.” 

“Sir? I didn’t know you were expected,” you poke around in your purse in search of the keys. 

“No? I’m fairly certain Fowler should be awaiting me, no?” He reaches for the door and opens it. Ah, your boss must already be in office, “after you, darling.” 

You look up at the pet name but don’t comment on it. You’ve been called worse. He’s only being nice. You step in ahead of him and stop just beside your desk as you glance back. The door closes heavily at Pine’s back as he follows you in. 

“Tea,” you reach into your bag and pull out the little canister you plucked from your cupboards last night, “I’m afraid I only have Earl Gray.” 

“Well, I do appreciate the thought,” he says, “if you wouldn’t mind, a cup would be in order. Thank you, Elfie.” 

It’s as if he makes a point of calling you by name. It does sound rather delicious on his tongue. He doesn’t hesitate to knock on Fowler’s door. 

“Nicholas,” he calls over the rap of his knuckles. 

You enter the break room and put the kettle to boil as you start on Fowler’s usual. His mug is waiting dirty beside the machine. That’s his demand. He often tells you what to do in gestures rather than words. 

You wash out his mug and drop a bag of Earl Gray in yours. You let the tea steep as the nespresso grinds loudly. You come out with both cups and find the office empty. Fowler’s door is open. You sweep around and approach cautiously. 

“Excuse me,” you use your toe to tap on the door frame. 

Fowler nods as he continues his diatribe to the other man. As your boss sits in behind his desk, Pine paces and flutters his longer fingers along his lapel. He stops as you enter and accepts his cup from you with a murmured thank you. You retreat as he tugs on the string of the bag and dunks it over and over. 

You leave them and shut the door. You return to your desk and finally get yourself situated. You put your purse in your drawer and stretch out your fingers before you set to your digital cataloguing. The click and scroll of your mouse fills the void as you sort yesterday’s work into tidy folders and subfolders. 

Fowler’s door opens and you pause your task. You look up expectantly as Mr. Pine emerges. To your surprise, he nears your desk. 

“I must praise you on your immaculate work, darling,” he says, “the tea as well,” he places the empty cup on the corner of your desk, “but I did appreciate the level of organization.” 

“Sir?” You prompt. 

“Fowler says you did much of the archiving around here. He is ever thorough but I know he cannot do it on his own,” he purrs, “I’ve a mind to snatch you away. I’ve been well in need of a decent assistant.” 

“She’s taken,” Fowler startles you as he looms in his office door. Pine’s lips slant and he angles towards the other man. 

“Of course, it is a spot of humour, chap,” Pine insists, “I have, however, bartered us a partnership. I have a project in need of doing and you’ve a shining reference and rather benevolent boss.” 

“Elf,” Fowler marches to your desk, standing next to Pine, “my colleague with be taking over the floating office for the next few weeks. He will forward his files. You know what to do.” 

“Oh, yes, sir,” you affirm, “of course.” 

“Your usual tasks remain in place,” Fowler girds, “I know you can handle it.” 

“Um, yes, Mr. Fowler,” you stand and clasp your hands behind you, “should I open the floating office now?” 

Fowler nods curtly and spins on his heel. He strides back to his office and leaves the door open. You smile at Pine and point him past the doorway, “just down there.” You come around the desk with your keys, “used to be a storage room but Mr. Fowler doesn’t like clutter. Converted it to a workspace after there was a leak in his...” you stop at the door and unlock it, “I’m sure you don’t care about all that.” 

“Mm, it is a charming little place,” he remarks as you step back and he enters the barren office. 

“Dusty,” you tut, “I’ll grab some lysol wipes and get it cleaned up.” 

“I might do that myself, darling, you’ve enough on your plate,” he insists, “but bring me the supplies and I will get all in order.” He turns to face you and casually slides his hands into his pocket. The light blue of his suit compliments his eyes perfectly, “and I dare say I owe you for that tea. You should have to let me return the favour some time.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to, sir, that’s very kind of you though,” you say.  

“Ah, but where I come from, tea is a very serious matter. I’m obliged,” he sets his feet flat and his shoulders wide.  

“Some time,” you agree vaguely, “I’ll go get those wipes.” 

You turn and come down the short hall. Fowler clears his throat as you pass and you slow, peeking inside, “sir?” 

He doesn’t look up, merely clinking his metal pen on his mug. You dip inside and take the half-finished coffee. It’s cold. You quickly retreat to make him a new one, reminding yourself about the wipes. You’re going to have to work on your multitasking. 

[cursedbyastro]

the faces I reflect

💋 through my exploration of beauty, identity, and the art of reflection, i have turned the mirror inward—toward myself and those who echo my features in the public eye. guided by curiosity and a quiet reverence for fate, i have gathered the names of celebrities i resemble, whether through shared essence or striking similarity, as observed by others. while surface comparisons may appear coincidental, there lies an undercurrent of astrological nuance. birth charts, after all, weave their own stories—sometimes mirroring others through planetary dominances, shared inclinations, or complementary placements. in this brief analysis, i examine not only these surface parallels but also the deeper connections between us.

to preface, i have an ashlesha ascendant that conjuncts my ashlesha jupiter in the first house, magha moon sitting in the second house, mula sun in the sixth house, conjuncting my uttara ashada mercury. it’s also worth mentioning that my vishakha venus and vishakha mars in the fourth house aspect my ascendant. these aspects i feel, and through third party chart anaylsis, make up the largest part of my appearance.

while i lean more towards tropical astrology, i’ve noticed that when it comes to appearance, vedic astrology tends to be much more accurate and often aligns with synchronicities that make sense to me. i’m by no means a professional in either vedic or tropical astrology—these are simply my personal observations based on my own chart. i’ve found joy in exploring both systems individually and together, appreciating the insights and patterns each one can reveal. this is just something i’ve noticed and thought would be interesting to share. the placements mentioned for these celebrities are based on information available on the internet. while birth times and chart details can vary in accuracy, they provide an interesting foundation for observation and comparison. as with any astrological analysis, these placements are shared with curiosity and a lighthearted approach rather than absolute certainty.

💋 china anne mcclain (magha sun, ashlesha venus, magha rahu)

the first and most frequent mention is china anne mcclain—a comparison i’ve heard so often it feels woven into my reflection. between her and lisa bonet, these names have followed me the most, to the point where even my photos app seems convinced her pictures are mine. the resemblance feels uncanny, and while some of our features differ in size, there’s an undeniable thread of similarity that people often say could make us sisters. astrologically, it doesn’t surprise me; there’s a shared energy in the planetary influences that shape us, particularly those ruled by ketuvian and mercurial influences.

as i look back at older media featuring china anne mcclain, i can’t help but see glimpses of my younger self reflected in her—almost as though looking into a mirror. it’s a surreal experience, like rediscovering parts of myself through her image, and at times, it truly feels like a sight to behold. 

being compared to someone as stunning as china always feels like an honor, especially since we’re both in the acting industry—a shared path that makes the connection feel even more significant. the more i’ve acknowledged the resemblance, the more i’ve found myself looking to her for inspiration, particularly when it comes to style. it’s as though seeing her is like seeing a version of myself in a different light, and i often find pieces she wears that i imagine would suit me just as well. it’s a quiet connection, both familiar and affirming, and i can’t help but admire her even more for it.

💋 lisa bonet (magha jupiter, vishakha venus)

another very frequent mention, rivaling china anne mcclain in frequency, is lisa bonet. i’ve been told for years that i resemble her, to the point of being called more her twin than her own daughter, regardless of my hairstyle, and while i used to attribute it to our similar fair-toned complexions, i’ve come to see more of my features reflected in hers over time. people have described it as a certain nostalgic beauty—an essence that seems to linger in both of us—and i can’t help but feel deeply honored to be compared to her. lisa’s beauty has always felt timeless, and being placed in such company feels almost surreal.

out of everyone i’ve been likened to, she is the one i sometimes see most clearly in myself. while i still find a strong resemblance to chyna anne mcclain, especially in essence, complexion-wise i naturally lean more toward lisa. growing up, i always thought she was the epitome of “cool”—effortless, magnetic, and the very definition of an it girl. it’s no surprise i’ve found myself subtly emulating her style and demeanor, as she represents a kind of quiet confidence i’ve always admired.

surprisingly, lisa and i share only a few similar placements, which has made me reconsider the significance of my other placements. for so long, i’ve placed greater weight on my moon nakshatra, overlooking how powerful my other placements truly are. as an honorable mention, her sun falls in my venus & mars nakshatra and her jupiter is in my moon nakshatra, adding a fascinating mercurial influence to her chart. perhaps it’s these unseen threads—subtle yet undeniable—that make the resemblance feel so natural, a connection that extends beyond what meets the eye.

💋 tessa thompson (magha moon)

another celebrity i’ve been compared to—though very slightly more sparingly and quite recently—is tessa thompson, who is absolutely stunning. i’ve admired her work for years, so hearing this comparison, especially for the first time while getting my hair done one day, felt both unexpected and flattering. when i mentioned it to my mom, she immediately agreed, saying she could definitely see it, despite the differences in our bone structure. admittedly, i hadn’t noticed it much at first, but now, when i look at her, there’s a resemblance i can’t deny.

tessa and i also share a ketuvian moon, which aligns with a pattern i’ve noticed: the people i resemble most often share an ascendant or moon placement with me. there’s something fascinating about that subtle astrological link, as if it explains why these comparisons surface so naturally. what i find even more comforting, though, is that many of the celebrities i’ve been told i look like are actresses. as an aspiring actress myself, there’s a certain reassurance in knowing i’m in such good company—or, at the very least, that i could be someone’s doppelgänger on screen.

honorable mentions :

pinkpanthersss (ashwini venus) now, i’ll be honest—this is one comparison i don’t really see at all, and even my mom doesn’t see it. yet, my older sister and a few people on the internet have pointed it out, so it’s a mention worth including. surprisingly, we don’t share any exact placements, though we do have a few ketuvian-ruled nakshatras in common, which may lend a subtle energetic similarity. while there isn’t much astrological linkage between us beyond that, i’ve still been told on occasion that i resemble her. it’s not as frequent as some of the other comparisons, but it happens enough to have caught my attention. even if i don’t see it myself, it’s fascinating how others perceive similarities that sometimes go beyond what we’re able to recognize.

doja cat (vishakha venus, sun, & ascendant) a comparison i’ve received sparingly but often enough to take note. while we don’t share any exact placements within the same nakshatra, there are subtle connections between our charts. her mars aligns with the nakshatra of my sun, and her sun, ascendant, and venus nakshatras mirror my venus nakshatra, which aspects my ascendant. i’ve been told that, from certain angles, i resemble her—enough that i could pass as a stunt double or doppelgänger of some sort. at first, i thought these comparisons were tied to our lighter complexions, but over time, people have specified that i resemble a younger version of her. though i hadn’t seen it myself initially, hearing it repeatedly has made me pause and reflect. it’s a comparison i now find worth mentioning, as it’s been brought up enough times to leave an impression.

halle berry : (magha moon, ashlesha venus & sun) a name that has followed me through passing comments at work, shared observations from coworkers, and the casual assessments of strangers. admittedly, i don’t see the resemblance myself, yet the repetition of it has made me pause. sometimes, beauty can be more than what is plainly visible; it can exist in essence, in the intangible, in a certain way one carries themselves that draws a familiar reflection.

💋 perhaps there are unseen threads that tether us, subtle overlaps in energy or expression that extend beyond what the mirror shows. halle’s presence has long been synonymous with a kind of poised magnetism—graceful yet undeniably powerful. it is a quality that cannot be distilled into features alone, as though it is whispered into existence by something greater. while i remain uncertain of the likeness, there is a quiet acknowledgment that others have seen it—a connection, however faint, written into the nuances of energy and expression that we carry.

💋 in reflecting on these comparisons, i can’t help but feel honored to be in the company of such beautiful, talented women. it’s fascinating to see how astrology connects us in ways we don’t always expect—through subtle threads, shared energies, and placements that reveal themselves quietly but meaningfully. every part of the chart holds significance, from the aspects we value most to those we might overlook—loose connections, harsh angles, or seemingly minor placements all contribute to shaping who we are. in my one face, there are a million—the faces of others reflected through shared features, the essence of similarities, and the faces of my ancestors carried through me. it’s a reminder of how interconnected we all are, not just through appearance but through the energies we hold and the worlds we observe around us. beauty, after all, is in the eye of the beholder, and i am so grateful to be seen and compared in such great company.

until next time, continue observing xoxo

[aspoonofsugar]

Vaggie's Design

This is both an appreciation post and an analysis of Vaggie's design! It will combine ideas from other metas and will try to show that not only are Vaggie's looks gorgeous, but also telling of the kind of person she is.

A FLUTTERING MOTH

As many other Hellaverse characters, Vaggie has an animal motif. Specifically, her hair resembles folded moth wings. Even her bow is loosely butterfly-shaped, in a subtle allusion to these insects:

Why is that so? Vaggie's link with moths has a double meaning:

1-Moths are attracted to light. In fact, one hypothesis is that they use bright celestial lights (like the moon) to navigate. Well, our angelic moth has found the brightest star of all. The morningstar to be precise:

Charlie inspires and guides Vaggie with her idealism, hope and kindness. Vaggie is lost, but through Charlie she finds a new path.

2- Moths are associated with the cycle of death and rebirth (just like butterflies). They start their lives as caterpillars, enter cocoons and come out as moths. Not only that, but many moth caterpillars go through their transformations in holes dug in the ground. This is exactly what happens to Vaggie:

She is robbed of her wings and abandoned in Hell, the deepest chasm on Earth. There she heals and grows stronger, until she gains new wings:

Interestingly, these two aspects of Vaggie's story can be found in her design, as well. In fact:

Vaggie's looks are complementary to Charlie's, as a symbol of their strong bond

Vaggie has (obviously) some angelic imagery, which comments her metamorphosis

Let's explore these two visual motifs!

CHARLIE'S PARTNER

Just like moths, Vaggie is linked to night, shadow, moon and the color silver.

Charlie is instead associated to day (she is the morning-star), light, rainbows and the color gold.

The complementarity of their color-palette is even in their respective eyes:

Vaggie has red sclera and golden irisis

Charlie has yellow sclera and red pupils

The girls' interconnected aesthetic mirrors their internal compatibility, highlighted also by their body-shapes and styles. As a matter of fact Vaggie and Charlie are opposites body-wise. Vaggie is short, while Charlie is tall. Vaggie's design has mostly angular shapes, whereas Charlie’s uses softer lines. However, Vaggie's clothes are more loose and comfortable, in juxtaposition to Charlie's which are stricter and business-like. As this analysis suggests, that is because of the two partners' different personalities:

Charlie is kind and sweet, but wants more respect and needs to grow tougher

Vaggie is harsh and distrustful, but wants to be a good person and needs to show her sensitivity more

So, both girls choose the kind of clothes closest to who they want to become:

Charlie wears androgynous tuxedos to appear masculine and self-assured. She wants to be respected as an inspiring and competent leader. So, she chooses power-suits to look professional.

Vaggie instead usually sports a short skirt and loose long hair to appear feminine. Why is she so intrigued with femininity? The answer lies in her past as an exorcist.

THE FALLEN EXORCIST

Exorcists all wear the same gray and black uniform, which resembles pigeon's plumage. Vaggie used to be the same:

Not only that, but Vaggie's hair in the flashback is similar to Lute's:

Both girls have their hair short in a masculine and practical attire. In general, their outfits are functional, but anonymous and their faces are hidden behind masks. That’s because they are not allowed to be people, but are prisoners of a repressive cult led by Adam. The First Man teaches them to hate and kill, so their sense of self gets intertwined with strength and violence. They are trapped in toxic masculinity.

So, the moment Vaggie is freed, she starts expressing her most feminine side. This happens both aesthetically and psychologically. On the one hand she dresses like a girly girl. On the other hand she starts working on her own interiority. Vaggie is superficially masculine, as she is a good fighter and aggressive. However, she has many feminine traits hidden within her. For example, she is very emotionally intelligent and emphatic, even if she masks these qualities with her brash persona. So, her choice of clothing metaphorically represents a deeper transformation she is undergoing.

At the same time, this restyling is an attempt to leave her past self behind. In fact, Vaggie hates who she was:

Vaggie: Those angels' minds are hard to change They're bloodthirsty and deranged!

And wants to become someone new:

Vaggie: When I saw your face You made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place And it felt so good to be understood But there's so much I wished that I could say So I, I'll be your armor Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes I'll spend my life being your partner

Her exorcist side, though, is still there and comes to the surface in the way she looks. Let's consider the X over her eye, for example:

Vaggie: Wait… you know I'm an exorcist? How? Carmilla: You have a giant X over your eye and wield an angelic spear. It's not rocket science.

Vaggie's current appearance both negates and alludes to her angelic nature. Her hair is a great example of this.

Vaggie changes her hair and lets it grow. In this way she reaches two goals. She embraces her femininity and hides both the scar on her eye and her missing wings. It is a way to start anew and to cover up her vulnerability.

Vaggie's hair resembles her angelic wings, both in shape and in color. It even has the two darker stripes typical of exorcists. Moreover, the locks over her eye is similar to a wing. It is a call back to her past self.

So, Vaggie's hair is both a camouflage and a hint of the truth. Both something new and a link to the past. Why is there such a contradiction?

That's because Vaggie needs to accept who she was in order to grow into who she wants to be. A moth starts as a larva before she can gain wings of her own. The same goes for our rebellious angel.

In order to protect her newfound loved ones, she needs to hone her past abilities. In order to redeem herself, she needs to forgive herself and to come to terms with her angelic nature:

Vaggie: It's not her fault. Angels are just-- Angel Dust: Liars? Vaggie: …Difficult.

It is only through this reconciliation that she can complete her beautiful metamorphosis. This process is shown through her wings:

As an exorcist, Vaggie's wings are black and white like her sisters', but she only has one black stripe, while the others have two. This shows how Vaggie is able to resist Adam's brainwashing to an extent. Her leader exhibits two lines, but Vaggie dares to only have one. This makes her different and not perfectly fitting. In particular, the black and white vision she was conditioned to believe is not fully rooted into her. She can still empathize with a sinner.

As a fallen angel, Vaggie's wings are silver because she is starting to reconcile her different parts. She is integrating her past as an exorcist with her present as a demon. She is realizing the world isn't black and white, but gray. Just like she is. At the same time, she still has her darker stripe. It is just that now it has a much lighter shade, which is similar to the one in her hair. She is slowly growing into herself.

This development shows fully in Vaggie's looks in the Finale.

VAGGIE'S BATTLE OUTFIT

Vaggie's battle outfit is a synthesis of her development in season 1, so it is meaningful on all the three levels addressed in this analysis:

Vaggie's complementarity with Charlie

The integration of masculine and feminine

The reconciliation of past and present self

1- During the final battle Vaggie keeps being complementary to Charlie:

The princess of Hell wears a mini-dress with a heart decoration and wields a shield. Moreover she unties her usually braided hair to enter her demonic form. Finally, her color scheme is red and black with golden weapons.

The fallen exorcist fully covers her body with a practical attire and fights with her signature spear. Moreover, she keeps her hair tied, so that her angelic wings can come out more easily. Finally, her color scheme is blue and white with a silver weapon.

2- Vaggie usually appears feminine, but she chooses a more masculine outfit to fight. Her clothes are simple and easy to move in. She even ties her hair, so it won't get in the way. In short, she appears much more androgynous than she usually does. Despite this, she still retains some girly elements, like the red/pink decorations and her signature bow. She is a mix of girlish (pink) and boyish (blue).

3- Vaggie's looks put together elements of both her demon and angel self.

On the one hand several people have noticed similarities between Vaggie's battle uniform and Carmilla's appearance. Specifically, Carmilla has an X motif going on in her design, just like Vaggie:

Moreover, she tells Vaggie to "harness her heart" and in the final fight Vaggie puts a giant "harness" over her chest.

On the other hand it is obvious Vaggie's outfit is a deliberate call back to the exorcists' uniform. Vaggie's boots, gloves and overall silhouette are similar to Lute's:

And she exhibits a giant white X, which makes the reference crystal clear.

Vaggie both harnesses her heart and wears her past on it. She doesn't need to hide her exorcist self anymore:

Vaggie: I mean, personally, I'm excited. It's been a while since I stabbed anyone and really meant it, you know what I mean?

But this is precisely why she is free to change:

Lute: Do it, then. Correct your mistake. Vaggie: Seriously, you're pathetic, you know that? Ready to die rather than accepting mercy? No, live. Live, knowing that you only do because I let you. A failure.

Vaggie's choice to spare Lute is the pinnacle of her character arc up until now:

She chooses to embrace Charlie's ideology over Adam and Lute's (there was no mistake to correct)

She expresses values, which are traditionally feminine (she has mercy)

She lets Lute live, which is metaphorically Vaggie sparing her past self

She doesn't kill Lute because she is strong enough to forgive herself and live on. Her empathy and mercy are not flaws to correct, but traits to embrace. Finally, she has now someone she is free to fly to and that accepts her for who she truly is.

WHAT DOES "X" STAND FOR?

There is still a detail in Vaggie's design to discuss: her "X-eye".

Vaggie's X eye starts as a joke. In the pilot both it and Vaggie's tits are barred because she lacks both:

Angel Dust: Did you ever think maybe she's sensitive about her lack of wings, just like her lack of tits?

However, in the series it becomes a hint to her background as an exorcist:

Exorcists have an X over their eyes because their vision is heavily biased and simplistic. They can't see clearly, but understand the world in black and white:

'Cause the rules are black and white There's no use in tryin' to fight it They're burnin' for their lives Until we kill 'em again!

Still, why does Vaggie truly lose an eye? There are two thematic reasons.

1- Vaggie's loss alludes to the saying "an eye for an eye", which can be completed in two opposite ways:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" - Or in this case, an eye for an arm, as Lute cuts off her left one to free herself. This phrase is associated with revenge, which Vaggie deep down desires:

I know you'rе thirstin' for vengeance, Vaggie You're out for blood

"An eye for an eye makes the world blind" - This phrase means that if you answer violence with violence the end result will be bad for everybody. This is Charlie's belief:

Sir Pentious: Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? I don't deserve your amnesty Angel Dust and Vaggie: Can't we just kill him? Shoot him and spill his blood? Charlie: That's an… option you could choose Angel Dust and Vaggie: Works for us! Charlie: But, who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with sorry!

In season 1's climax Vaggie has to choose where she stands, as she defeats Lute and tops over her. Her answer is to give up hate and to choose love:

You're gonna fight without gloves And when that push comes to shove Yeah, you just might rise above Long as you're out for love

2- Losing an eye is often symbolic of gaining knowledge. This stems from Odin's legend, where the god trades his eye (outside knowledge) for infinite wisdom (inner knowledge).

In a sense, Vaggie does the same. She trades her left eye for a deeper knowledge of good and evil. Her sisters might see better, as they have both eyes. However, Vaggie develops a clearer understanding of the world. Not only that, but she is even given a very special apple to do so. Charlie is Vaggie's very own Fruit of Knowledge. It is not by chance that the Princess of Hell's first action after meeting Vaggie is to bandage the fallen angel's missing eye:

An eye and a halo for knowledge and love.

THE FUTURE

Vaggie's design is deep down all about:

Her bond with Charlie, their complementarity and their parallel integration of masculine and feminine traits

Her journey of death and rebirth, where she heals and forgives, so that she can bloom into her real self

So, I am expecting her future outfits and physical changes to mirror these two aspects of her story. Who knows? Maybe she will even gain some new visual motifs. Here are three examples:

1- Vaggie's design is loosely inspired by Zoophobia Lollygag:

This character has a pirate motif and interestingly Vaggie is seen dancing on a ship in season 1:

Will the ship and Vaggie's pirate influence get some more exploration later on? Could the ship become somehow symbolic of Charlie and Vaggie's relationship? So, of Chaggie as a ship?

2- Vaggie has a dancer motif already, as her fighting practice with Carmilla is nothing, but a dancing lesson:

Vaggie is supposed to learn how to express herself more and dance is set up to become her preferred language to do so. So, maybe this will influence her appearance, as well.

3- Finally, I am curious to see if Vaggie will end up getting a full demon form, similar to Lucifer's:

After all, Vaggie and Lucifer are strong parallels and share some similarities design-wise, as TV Tropes highlights:

They are both very short, but stronger than what they seem

They have retractable wings. Not only that, but their wings mark them as different from other angels. Vaggie's have one single line instead of two, whereas Lucifer's are red instead of blue/light blue

Both of their hairstyle resembles their respective animal motif. Vaggie's hair is similar to a moth, whereas Lucifer sports a ducktail cut. Moreover, both have a head accessory, which is animal-shaped. Vaggie's bow is meant to look like a moth, while Lucifer's hat has a golden snake on it.

So, it is possible Vaggie too will end up transforming herself into a form, which combines her angelic and demonic traits more. This might happen as Charlie instead starts exhibiting more angelic traits inherited from Lucifer. In any case, Vaggie and Lucifer's similar head accessory is especially interesting to me. After all, Lucifer's golden snake turns into a fake halo when he transforms. So, will we see Vaggie gain a bright pink halo made of her signature bow? If so, I am looking forward to it!

[booksbabybooks]

One of the things I love about Brooklyn 99 is it takes the "dorky guy lusts after a woman way out of his league but somehow convinces her to date / fall in love with him" storyline and subverts it in different, complementary but parallel ways.

Jake doesn't win Amy over by just being himself - he grows up, deliberately, forging himself into a better personal and professional partner. Not a perfect one (Amy is in many ways as crazy as he is - they are indeed freak4freak, albeit that freak is Die Hard and binders) but a more mature, emotionally honest version of himself that actually does deserve her, then consistently proves that by valuing her and respecting (indeed prioritising) her career.

But Charles *doesn't* get Rosa. The first season feels like it's leaning into that, right up to the last episode: Charles' obsession redeemed by the fact he admits he didn't save Rosa (he saved a fellow cop, not knowing it was her), his "when you date me it'll be because of something only Charles Boyle would do", and Rosa admitting her previous relationships were shallow, leading to the fake out when you think they slept together but it's Charles and Gina.

Then it swivels: Charles admits his behaviour was borderline creepy and made her uncomfortable and, crucially, actually apologises for that. Rosa slowly warms up to him - as a friend. There's no "be yourself the hot girl will come around" toxic trope played out. (It's probably depressing how refreshing that feels...)

[artharakka]

Every time I see your art I remember how much I love your colours - its just...aaaah I can't even explain it, but it's so perfect? Its..muted but not washed out? And it gives such a natural feel to the works that I adore! Do you have any proccess for determining colours?

Thank you!🧡🧡 Colours are often what I think makes or fails my drawings so either way means a lot! Sorry it took approximately a thousand years to answer but this inspired me to do an illustration to experiment and explain with. (Though as said, I don’t think I always nail the colours and I have only little formal art education etc so take with a grain of salt)

With line art, I usually fill in different sections (like character, environment in front, background) with base colours first. Most often with some orange or sienna.

And to mimic the effect that underpaint has in traditional art, I’m usually choosing the final colours by picking a colour I think would be close to the “actual” colour (like skintone), and, probably not very professionally, “mixing” that colour with the base colour by using a brush that is not 100% opaque. I’m also testing and fiddling here & usually doing some kind of colour sketch before cleaning them up.

This way the colours become a bit muted & more harmonious (though I also prefer using more muted colour schemes to begin with).

Orange “underpainting” is usually my go-to, especially when doing “neutral” light like in character sheets. If I want the piece to have a certain atmosphere or environment, I might use other base colours. Sometimes I use actual photos as inspiration or guidelines:

Note that I don’t have strict colour reference sheet where I pick my starting colours from. I’m adjusting those as well even before the sketching brushstrokes:

The skintone’s starting colour (1st one) is redder here, because green underpaint eats some of the redness away as red and green are complementary colours. The blue of the lightest shirt is also darker as the character is more shadowed in the latter version.

Here I used red as a base colour. If I had used skintone’s base colour from the green version, it would’ve been too red. Instead lighter and a bit more orange/yellow tone ends up looking more natural (even though still very red, but it doesn’t stand out that much with everything else also having a red undertone). Hair’s starting colour is also more yellow so it still looks like a blond instead of red hair.

Shadows & other details I do with the same method, just using the picked flat colour as the base colour (so for skin, picking slightly darker & usually bluer colour and painting with low opacity brush over the skintone instead of over only the orange/yellow/etc underpaint)

Here I also did highlights with the soft light layer:

I hope some of that was useful as I’m not native English nor art jargon speaker! This was also mostly my line art process, with paintings (esp. ones that aim for realism-ish look) I look more references from photos and how light & colour acts in them.

And as said, sometimes I miss and the work comes out too washed out. For example these Patreon collection icons came out too dark & colours too similar to each other. Against my dark mode drawing program it looked more vibrant, woops. I edited them a little from here, but should probably re-do them at some point.

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Glorious colorful, artsy 1952 mid-century modern in Alamo Heights, TX, 4bds, 3ba, $2.65M.

Entrance with coat closet and look at the other side of the door- love the black & gold.

So beautifully decorated. Open concept living space has a contemporary flat brick wall fireplace.

Behind the living room area there's a dining area. Love the orange railing.

Everything is so colorful and full of patterns.

I like the square, open kitchen.

The kitchen has high end appliances, orange cabinetry, white counters and a vintage- look professional fridge. They even have a custom made island to match the decorative railing.

The primary bedroom is a large casual suite decorated with bohemian fabrics and colorful art.

The en-suite has a pretty pink sink with a complementary green sink. The tub, unlike many other open baths, has a pocket door for privacy.

The other bedrooms are also brightly decorated with bohemian textiles and this one has a lovely en-suite.

Tucked in under the stairs is a small bar area with a wine cooler.

In this area is a den with a fireplace similar to the one out in front.

The 3rd bath is very attractive. Love the pink sink.

A desk fits perfectly in a nook by this entrance. Shelves fit nicely in the corner.

And, across the way, lovely file fit in seamlessly.

A lovely garden surrounds the patio that is enclosed with fencing and stone walls. The lot is .35 acre.

The 2 car garage has a lovely art studio and gallery.

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