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⟢ 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 | 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 ⟢

18+ minors and men please dni

content warnings: alcohol, cunnilingus, fingering, clitorial stimulation, sex w/a strap, light choking/biting

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you’d had such a wreck of a day at work. the files your boss spent all week waiting for never showed up. and naturally it became everyone’s problem. including yours. you don’t even work directly underneath her. but for the rest of the day you were somehow solving her problems while trying to get your own work done. overtime is generally something you avoid. yes, the extra few hundred dollars were nice but surely not at the expense of your sanity. thankfully tomorrow was saturday. thankfully you worked in a “swanky and up and coming” part of the city.

a bar, your co-workers recommended frequently, sat at the corner up the block from your office building. the sounds of your steps were swallowed by the traffic surrounding you and the other pedestrians having lively conversations. it took no effort to locate the bar. maneuvering through glass and gold trimmed swivel doors—your eyes were forced to adjust to the low lighting of the bar. it is not the usual dive bar of your somewhat forgotten college days. the bar glittered with gold and black accents. marble decorated the space tastefully and almost inconspicuously.

despite the upscale location and vibe, you prayed none of the white collar men would take it upon themselves to acquaint their cigarette breath with your personal space. the space was busy, but not crowded. you’d normally indulge in sitting at the far end of the bar. tonight such familiarity isn’t plausible.

you sling your coat over the back of chair before settling into it. your manicured clean cut nails tap idly on the bar top. most bars are sticky and smell painfully of beer. everything here is kept to fine precision. as you take in the rest of your surroundings, it’s clear the owner(s) took a keen attention to detail.

a voice breaks your train of thoughts and the silence. “anything to drink? or just looking?”

your eyes instinctively begin to roll but as you redirect your attention towards the voice—your innate reaction comes to a pause. if you lacked a little less decorum, your jaw might have hung open at the sheer amount of woman across from you. she absentmindedly polished wine glasses while awaiting your response. her grey eyes dont necessarily pierce into yours but she is carefully considering you.

the fingers tapping the bar top pause. “what’s good here?” it’s the only response you can muster.

the bartender laughs casually and effortlessly throws the drying rag across her shoulder. “everything and anything. i’m the best bartender in town.”

“not sporting that bourgeoisie, mixologist, tag then?”

she barks out another laughter. “no. i don’t need a fancy variation of bartender to prove myself. come on. what’s to drink?”

you sigh and shrug. “honestly i’m not sure. i’m a little exhausted making my own decisions. how about you surprise me?”

“surprise?” her eyes track your disposition and the pouty lips as your own eyes survey the entirety of the back wall of liquor. “any preference to our expanse of liquor?”

your index and middle finger wedge between your platinum black credit card and id in the chest pocket of your suit jacket. sliding the payment and identification across the bar smoothly until they’re grazing brown fingertips. “something strong. i’ve had a long day at work.”

the bartender is somewhat surprised by the confidence displayed. not that she had pegged you as a damsel in distress. a woman who confidently sports a tailored three piece suit with a complementary coat isn’t an unusual member of the bar. your air of nonchalantness and casual surveillance of your surroundings draws her in. and when you, oh so casually, mentioned zero interest in decision making…it was almost as if a trap was set. a game launched.

“one surprise me drink then.”

within seconds she has flourished away and her hands grab speedily at different shelves. your eyes remained intently focused on the blur of movements. you attempt to track the ingredients but it’s futile. after a few minutes, she pours a umber liquid into a whiskey glass. leaning over, you smell the notorious notes of expensive ass whiskey. and something sweet.

“what is it?” you inhale another whiff.

the bartender pours the rest of the contents into a shot glass and shrugs. “try it. see if you can guess.”

you lift your eyes through your eyelashes. “okay…” you cautiously wrap your fingers around the glass and take a diligent sip. the flavors tingle on your tongue. you were right about the subtle sweetness. the whiskey doesn’t have the usual warmth coating your throat. well, it’s not as noticeable. instead your skin intakes the warmth and the first sip is reminiscent of a rum cake.

“holy shit.” you exclaim with pure genuine awe. “okay, um, whiskey, yes?” the bartender smirks and nods. “okay…it’s kind of sweet. cinnamon maybe? or nutmeg?”

her smirk shifts into an authentic smile almost revealing one of her canines. “no, but close. we make our own vanilla extract. i might’ve indulged and scraped a tiny amount of the soaked bean into the shaker.”

your eyes widen with the revelation. authentic vanilla beans are expensive and hard to come across unless you know someone. “that’s…woah, okay. what else did you put in here?”

“a little of this and a little of that. continue sipping and think on it. i’ve got other customers.” she tips her head towards the end of the bar. you can tell her tone isn’t rude or one of dismissal. if anything you believe she’s almost overindulging you.

as you take deliberate sips of the drink, you find yourself unable to pull away from the sight of the bartender. your eyes drink in the way her muscles move as she tosses the ingredients in a shaker. they threaten to burst around the sleeve of her plain black t-shirt. she grips her instruments of choice with such suave and ease. using either elbow, flesh or prosthetic, to hit the edge of the shakers for that satisfying popped release.

by the time you’re finished with the drink—you’ve worked through countless cheesy pickup lines and flirty innuendos all in your head. but before you can grace your words on her ears—a woman—no a creation of the gods—commands the entire presence of the bar. she must stand far over six feet. her dark skin glistening with a sheen she must’ve taken precise effort to massage into her skin. her muscles are perfectly sculpted and crafted as if by a potter’s gentle touch. and the dress?

mothers above the dress. who was the lucky son of a bitch who wove that fabric around her shoulders and breasts? the deep red and luxurious cotton threatening to fuse with her radiant skin. she certainly is not a real woman. she must be an apparition of everyone’s mind. some ethereal being projecting an unattainable image for us. yet as she approaches the bar with almost a mission in mind—you come to the realization the only seats are opposite you. one drink of the glorious concoction isn’t enough to even allow yourself near her presence.

as you deliberate whether to flag the bartender down again, the goddess herself, encroaches on your space. her perfume twirls around your noise. the familiar scent of coco butter overwhelms yet comforts you. her hand on your shoulders almost produces an embarrassing moan.

“may i sit beside you, sweetheart?” her words are perfectly enunciated and in an unrecognizable accent. or maybe it’s simply the drawl of the words.

you nod without any hesitation. there’s no denying a woman such as herself. you could not fathom a world in which she’s ever heard the word, no. her smile is almost mischievous as she accepts the non-verbal response. you witness her dress move as second skin as she effervescently sits. her golden eyes meet yours with such intensity you hold a breath. her face spreads into such a wide grin. you hadn’t realized how audible your swallow was. you would not have caught on to it until much, much later in the future.

“ambessa. pleasure to meet you.” her golden bracelets jingle against each other as she extends her hand.

you stare dumbfounded at the hand before remembering. her name rings in your heard over and over. “pleasure is all mine. i’m y/n.”

ambessa regards you with a tilt of her head. you can feel each inch of your skin on fire where her eyes trail towards to then away. then she lets out a hum. a satisfied hum. “i see. i’ve yet to meet you before.”

“i’m usually more comfortable drinking a glass of wine at dinner than drinking at any sort of bar. but i must admit it…this isn’t your normal bar.”

“indeed it isn’t.”

your brain works far too hard to think of something else to say. instead you awkwardly sip the melted ice and last whispers of the drink. you cringe internally when it makes that god-awful sucking noise as it reaches the final drops. within seconds, the empty glass is swapped out with a new drink. two drink straws dangle from your lips as you look up at the hand replacing it. you manage a faint, thank you, smile.

without warning, the bartender’s fingers guide the straws out from the grasp of your lips. “i know we’re supposed to care about the environment. so i’ll let ya keep the straws if you’re feeling attached.”

your cheeks, without second thought, burn with the irresistible urge to break out into a smile and giggle helplessly. you’re not one to shy away from the advances of beautiful women. you’re confident in your abilities to flirt and flirt back. yet it’s something tonight…something you’re unable to place your fingers on.

“i’ll, uh, let you have it.” you shake your head instantly to take the words back. “throw it away, i mean.”

your bartender only graces you with a chuckle before departing again. the next thing she does—you are certain it’s a hallucination. without hesitation pops one of your used straws between her teeth. as if it’s a toothpick or piece of hay. your thoughts don’t have the opportunity to stray for long. ambessa’s bracelets summon you once again.

it’s not pathetic to mindlessly follow the sound of a gorgeously stunning woman’s bracelets. especially not when ambessa’s long finger is dancing along the rim of her glass.

“tell me…what exactly do you do for work? you surely do not seem like an investment banker.”

you crack a smile at the not-so joking remark as ambessa’s voice gains your full attention. “no, i am not. i’m essentially a glorified reader. i read all these grant proposals that come into our company. i select which ones are worth our time and money then i allocate the proposals to different teams within the company.”

“smart girl, i see.”

it’s the only note ambessa gives you but you cannot contain the growing smile at the genuine praise.

“thank you. i’d like to think so too. and how about you? what do you do for work?”

ambessa knows how to draw you in. there’s a twinge of a smile on her lips. instead of offering an immediate reply, she lifts her glass and swirls the contents around. “a little of everything, dear. one might call me greedy.”

“greedy? how so?” you find yourself inching towards ambessa. though it appears, or maybe it’s the trick of the light, ambessa is purposely drifting back to draw you close.

“how so…excellent question. i assume you’d know a little something about greediness though.”

you stiffen at those words. you’re usually quite adaptable in situations—never needing more than a few seconds to switch courses. yet ambessa’s words knocked your usual confidence out of you. greedy? of all the words and general assessments—greedy is never a first impression you’ve left. have you?

“i’m…unsure…of what you mean.”

ambessa’s laugh crackles in the air. the hairs on your arm react as if to electricity or physical touch. “ah. i see you’re not fully acquainted in the evident ways of your desires. both for myself and my lovely bartender, sevika.”

your throat shrivels up at ambessa’s blatant comments. it aches for an escape. or perhaps you need the quenching sacrament that is only offered after foolishly devoting your lust to ambessa. you force your gaze away from the trance held by golden embers sparked in ambessa’s eyes. it takes only one second to realize sevika’s paid close attention to the interaction at play.

the moment your eyes locked in with those glossy grey ones everything clicks in place. sevika cracks a smile around the straw, your used straw. ambessa’s finger never once stops moving around the glass. the condensation mimicked how you felt. slowly melting under the watchful gaze of two undeniably attractive women.

“you two know each other then?” the slight tremble in your tone is noticeable to you and ambessa.

ambessa, always cunning and quick wit, replies, “what do you think, sweetheart?”

with a pause, you let the interactions of the night wash over you. ambessa’s quick determination to touch you as she had approached. sevika spending a minute too long doting on you with the drink. offering a far too special creation. the sharpness of each of ambessa’s words towards you. both women had, not too discreetly, expressed their interest in you.

“what are you…to each other?” your eyes flicker between ambessa and sevika. sevika now closer. only a few feet at the sink idly washing her instruments.

ambessa scoffs. the sound makes you whip your head towards it. “what does it matter? i think it’s clear what we both desire.”

sevika chuckles at the subtle harshness in ambessa’s words. or maybe it’s lack of disinterest to further coax the truth into you. ambessa is patient but headstrong. flipping her shakers to dry, sevika closes the distance. creating a bubble between all three of you and the rest of the patrons.

“don’t make this difficult, doll.” sevika’s tone is much suave than before. “come home with us tonight. we’ll show you a good time.”

you cannot remember how or when you’d said yes to the proposition. it didn’t take a genius to jump on the opportunity either. all you could remember was sevika and ambessa sharing a grin. then with a snap of ambessa’s fingers—sevika switched spots with another bartender. another blur of time went on and were wedged between both women in the back of a black suv. sevika’s lips were attached to your neck while ambessa stroked her hand teasingly along your inner thigh.

ambessa cackled once you spread your legs open for more of her touch. it never came. it didn’t matter much to you in the moment. you were aware it wasn’t rejection from ambessa. the woman craved to have you all but salivating for her touch.

“you’ll beg us to stop touching you soon, darling.” ambessa purred near your ear before nipping at the soft flesh of the lobe.

no one said a peep as ambessa tugged you through the lobby of their penthouse suite. her fingers crushing the silk of your tie. the sight alone invoked a lowly moan in your throat. you were not embarrassed to admit, to yourself, you grew damper in your underwear.

nothing and absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the ways in which ambessa and sevika desired you. once your feet crossed the threshold of the elevator into the penthouse—sevika’s fingers worked in tandem to unbutton your dress shirt. it dawned you on far too late about your suit jacket discarded in the suv.

before you could even get a word in, sevika already sunk to her knees and maneuvered your pants and cotton underwear down to your ankles. it was a momentary lapse of awkwardness as you attempted to wiggle your feet out of both shoes and pants. within seconds of freedom, sevika’s face is buried between your legs. her tongue does not hesitate. an eager lick is taking of your folds—a warm tongue paired on your even warmer pussy.

“fuck…” you mutter with the sheer hunger and heat behind the first pass. you reach out for sevika’s hair to steady yourself from stumbling over.

sevika’s tongue moves with a messy yet deliberate rhythm. she moans into your cunt—savoring every last inch of you. you watch in awe as her eyes are closed and tongue exploring every nerve that makes you whine. her tongue delves lower—teasing your entrance only with the tip—before bringing it back to your swollen clit. you’re far too wet for sevika’s tongue to dissolve your juices rapidly. you feel her tongue spread your desire all over your clit before she sucks the bundle of nerves between her lips.

your nails scratch profusely at her scalp. any attempt from embarrassingly falling over as she eats you out. your moans turn more frantic and your whimpers more high pitched. before you can think to warn sevika—a commanding voice demands sevika stop. both sevika’s and your disappointment rings in the air. the woman on her knees grumbles into your cunt. you release a mewl of annoyance. sevika chastely adores your clit with a kiss before returning upright.

“don’t look too sad, buttercup.” sevika playfully nudges your chin.

before you allow yourself to respond, ambessa steps behind you and secures one arm around your waist. she molds your bodies together. the older woman is completely naked. her breasts press into your shoulders. her hips are positioned on your lower back. you tense momentarily feeling her breath on your skin but it dissolves immediately.

ambessa’s head dips to your neck and licks a strip of skin along the curve on your shoulder. “such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? so eager and willing for us.”

you forget almost instantaneously about your loss orgasm. sevika steps closer which graciously allows more support for your trembling body. both her hands grip into the ample, tender flesh of your hips. she smiles wickedly.

“come on, ambessa. you promised i’d have my fun with her.” sevika fakes a frown. despite her words directed to ambessa, her eyes remained on you.

ambessa chuckles lowly against your skin and her nose tickles as she nods. “very well. i’ll play nice for now.”

before you can catch the needy whine it slips out the second you’re deprived of ambessa’s warmth. she steps away with a pleased smile at your reaction. within a blink of an eye sevika’s scooped you into her arms bridal style and is following closely behind ambessa.

“i can walk, you know?” you mutter with a quiet tone as you position your arms around sevika’s neck.

“so? not enjoying the princess treatment?” sevika returns without missing a beat.

you scrunch your nose to starve off the blush threatening to bloom over your face. sevika only laughs knowingly. now as you’re in the bedroom—you don’t have much time to properly appreciate the deliberate decor and interior design. sevika carefully lowers you on the bed—treating you almost too delicately for your liking. ambessa situates her back flushed to the headboard.

ambessa spreads her legs a few inches wide and pats the space between them. “come, dear.”

with a deliberate nod, you crawl towards ambessa until you’re kneeling between her legs. she offers a genuine smile and a tilt of her head. a bashful feeling washes over you at her undivided attention. it takes a few seconds but then you understand the silent command. you sit between ambessa’s legs—your back leaned against her chest.

“i knew you were smart.” ambessa praises and her hands diligently part your legs until each one hangs over one of hers. “we like safe words around here, dear. as it is your first night we will start with the traffic light system. do you know what that is?”

“yes, ambessa.”

you cannot see it but you can sense another wide smile spreads across ambessa’s face. “delightful. let us put it to the test while sevika gets ready.”

one of ambessa’s hands cups your breasts and the other slides down your torso. fingers hovering over your mound before she speaks again. “what color, dearest?”

an immediate raspy whisper emits from you. “green.”

ambessa hums her acknowledgment then her fingers part your folds. the cool air tingles on your exposed cunt. you even hear the slickness as she spreads you apart. her hand on your breast gives a firm squeeze before palming at the flesh. your sharp breath causes ambessa to pause and you immediately reply with, “g-green…” her actions continue with the confirmation. ambessa rolls your nipple between two fingers as she ghosts the other fingers over your clit. your hips instinctively buck—feening for more friction. ambessa deviously chuckles near your ear. while twisting your nipple with a surprisingly delicate touch, ambessa’s middle finger draws circles over your clit. it takes almost nothing to tip your head back against her shoulder with a moan.

ambessa eagerly drinks in your approval and continues with the ministrations. the circles prove to only tease you and leave you leaking on the sheets. after a full minute passes, ambessa’s finger wanders lower. the same digit trails teasingly over your entrance.

“what color, sweetheart?”

you groan lowly. “green…please…green.”

as the last syllable leaves your lips, ambessa effortlessly drives two fingers into your waiting cunt. you both moan for the same yet different reasons. the two fingers curl expertly drawing another moan from you. it takes no effort for ambessa’s fingers to glide in and out of you without resistance. each movement filling your ears with the profane wetness between your legs. you whimper with your lips parted as she curls her fingers deeper and fucks you slowly yet deliberately. as if she’s waiting for something. or someone.

“she ready?”

sevika’s voice cuts into the sounds of your pleasure and ambessa’s fingers stretching you. with half lidded eyes you find sevika through the haze of lust glazed over them. on her hips hang a dildo of about six inches with healthy width of girth. the harness accentuates the dips and curves of her defined hips and legs. as you’re shamelessly checking sevika out—she is doing the same. her eyes trained on ambessa’s fingers expertly curling in and out of you.

your back arches as ambessa adds a third finger. ambessa drops her hand from your sensitive nipple and wraps her arm around your waist—pulling you back flushed against her body.

“she should be ready. are you, sweetheart?” ambessa lathers your neck with kisses after her question despite her fingers still moving steadily inside of you.

“yes…” your focus is split everywhere. unable to keep your eyes trained on sevika without moaning as ambessa stretches you further for what’s next.

nonetheless sevika finds herself in bed with you both. she inches forward on her knees until she’s in the space ambessa created between your legs. both her and ambessa exchange a look before the fingers inside of you slowly slide out. you whimper at the loss but know it’ll immediately be replaced with something bigger.

sevika’s hands soothingly massage the length of your thighs. her thumbs lightly digging into the flesh—easing any residual tension. you sigh out a moan as her thumbs move further up. they find themselves in the valley of your hips and legs working with more added pressure.

“please sevika…” you attempt to arch your back—desperate for more than teasing.

ambessa’s arm tighten its hold on your torso. “none of that, doll. you’ll stay still and wait for sevika.”

“ah, it’s okay, ambessa. she’s kinda cute like this.”

sevika positions her knees underneath ambessa’s thighs for leverage. her non prosthetic fingers dance and dip between your folds—ensuring you’re ready. she guides the head of the strap towards your hole. the tip nudges against your entrance. both you and sevika bite your lips in anticipation. ambessa’s hands are tenderly caressing your sides sending goosebumps everywhere.

with one swift yet deliberate thrust sevika has sunk the entirety of the strap inside of you. likewise a moan is buried in your throat wanting escape but unable to. you feel the roughness of ambessa’s hands settling into their positions. one hand returned to your breast and the other slithering down to locate your clit once again.

the moan finally releases once sevika cautiously grinds her hips down and ambessa applies a delicious pressure to your clit. you find yourself melting into ambessa’s arms as her lips idly kiss along your shoulder and neck.

“one last time dearest…what color?” ambessa mutters against your skin.

“green…fuck…green for the whole night…”

you hear both their pleased chuckles and a blush dusts on the apples of your cheek. the momentary embarrassment dissipates the second sevika lazily drags the strap out then thrusts it back inside of you. she repeats the action a few times—stretching you out before setting a pace. once sevika’s patience runs thin of the teasing, she grips your thighs and starts thrusting her hips. it’s a steady momentum and rhythm. you feel the veins of the fake cock sliding against your spongey walls. the slight curvature allows a pleasurable friction on your g-spot each time sevika drags the strap out.

your moans gradually grow more and more desperate the more sevika thrusts into you. ambessa’s firm circles on your clit accelerates the process of your orgasm. paired with the interchangeable stimulation of your nipples from talented fingers. sevika pants and occasionally grunts above you. she cannot decide whether to watch her cock disappear inside your cunt or the expressions on your face. her nails leave impressions of half crescent moons on your thighs.

“feels so fucking good, baby…shit…” sevika growls as she crouches forward. her forehead grazing only an inch above yours.

sevika’s hips begin to move with a little less grace. snapping into you with such an intensity you’re already preparing for the lingering soreness tomorrow. you cannot even get the noises of pleasure out from within. your head falls on ambessa’s shoulder—no longer able to support the weight. ambessa, always an opportunist, encircles your neck with her calloused fingers. the action draws a moan out of you and it’s immediately paired with ambessa adding more pressure to your clit.

“oh fuck…that’s…gonna make me…cum…”

ambessa’s squeezes the sides of your neck experimentally and the walls of your cunt flutter and tighten around sevika’s strap. it produces a series of tiny whimpers as sevika’s thrusting is unrelenting and ambessa fingers never once pause their careful, pressured circles on your clit.

“come for us, baby. you’re so pretty like this…so perfect…” ambessa whispers softly near the shell of your air.

you’ve never once came on command. you figured it was a myth. that is before ambessa cuts off your air circulation. before sevika manages to spread your legs wider and somehow move even faster. the fingers on your clit match the speed in which you’re being fucked. ambessa tips your head backwards so sevika can crash your lips into a heated and passionate kiss.

within seconds everything comes crashing down. your legs tremble from the onslaught attention. tongues messily clashing as you both moan into each other. the blood gushes rapidly in your ears drowning out the squelching sounds of your cunt being filled. you’re not even sure if you moaned or if it was a silent one. neither of them relent until you’ve limply sunk into ambessa’s embrace.

sevika draws back from your lips. smiling proudly as a string of saliva connects you both. ambessa’s hand encroached around her neck drops and starts caressing your trembling form. her lips return with more intent kisses anywhere she can reach. sevika’s hands carefully lift your legs off of ambessa’s and settle them on the bed after she draws the strap out of you.

you whimper with the empty feeling. despite the emptiness, your cunt throbs achingly around nothing. you hear someone ask you a question but you cannot determine from whom.

“did you hear that?” the voice asks and you shake your head truthfully. you feel the laughter rumbling on ambessa’s skin—must’ve been her. “do you need a break? or are you ready for more?”

“m-more?” you whine out as you half heartedly watch sevika loosen then step out of the harness.

ambessa bites gently into your shoulder emitting a tiny yelp out of you. “yes, more. you think sevika is the only one with all the fun? oh darling…i myself need to taste you and feel you come around my tongue, my fingers…maybe i’ll bring out a bigger toy. would you like that?”

“yes, ambessa…” the prompt answer is without hesitation.

ambessa licks the bite mark embedded in your shoulder now. she words settled deep into your core. “oh…you’re too perfect. i think we’ll keep you, pet.”

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lunaroracleofvenus · 7 months ago

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How Are You a Sex Symbol? - PAC

"A sex symbol or icon is a person or character widely considered sexually attractive and often synonymous with sexuality." - Wikipedia

In this reading, we will explore how your sex appeal is iconic

Pile one

What makes pile one so sexually iconic is that you have a devilish appeal. You have a temptress appeal. Your self love and self assurance radiates off of you. It is alluring and delectable. You are the scorpio minx. You are the vixen. You are the siren luring them into deep pleasure and unreached ecstasy. You know who you are. And you know what you have. THAT is what makes you iconic. Not only are you physically a stunner but mentally too. You are addictive, and have such a control over those that desire you, it’s insane. If you feel you don’t, tap into this power now. You have it within you. Just overall, a femme fatale, vamp seductress.

Pile two

You are sexually iconic because you have a sweet seductress appeal. The damsel in distress, the tempting princess. There’s a lunar and water sign energy here. You are so sweet and so so tempting. You are like a muse for your lovers, they want to stare at you because you are pure art. Your body is art. Everything sits and curves perfectly. You are a deeply generous lover. Your sex appeal is so nourishing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if after sex, your lovers find themselves in deep peaceful slumbers. There’s something so relaxing about your sexual energy/appeal pile two. You have that cute yet sexy appeal. Reminds me of Agora Hills by Doja Cat. It also reminds me of Sabrina Carpenter.

Pile three

There is an unpredictability about you. You are wild, crazy, and free. There is something about you that gives me a dominatrix vibe. You are so sexually iconic because YOU are who someone is talking about when they mention maneater. Something about your energy makes men submissive and a shell of themselves. You are so sexually iconic because you are a sexy firecracker. Unique, bold, and strong. You are very persuasive and seductive, always getting your way.

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bartonomy · 3 months ago

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A LITTLE MISHAP!

PAIRING Barty Crouch Junior x Gryffindor!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS absolutely bored of your arses, you and your friends accidentally summon something worse than a demon

CONTENT WARNINGS crack!, pandora being the token raven in the lion house, debuting my favourite nickname for dear bartemius

SYNOPSIS 2.3k words

library.

You should have known that any game Pandora Rosier suggested would end in absolute horror.

It started as a totally, regular, normal night. A storm raged outside, rattling the windows of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory, but inside, everything was warm, golden, and just the right amount of chaotic.

James (not part of the plan but insisted to help a damsel in distress (lily)) had sneaked in butterbeer from the kitchens, Marlene was dramatically retelling her latest Quidditch victory (complete with accurate air reenactments) with her girlfriend in her arms, and Mary was sprawled across your bed, half-listening and half-reading the latest Witch Weekly. Dorcas, ever the voice of reason, had been the one to suggest a game, if only to distract Pandora from her latest experiment involving moonstone dust and a stolen Niffler trinket.

And then, of course, Pandora pulled it out.

The book was old- thick, heavy, and bound in a leather that looked suspiciously alive. You have seen it a few times since she acquired it from her equally as eccentric uncle. The pages crinkled like dried leaves as she flipped through them, muttering excitedly under her breath.

“It’s a divination tome,” she explained, eyes gleaming with eerie delight. “But not the fluffy, crystal-ball nonsense Augburn teaches. Real divination. Spells for contacting the other side.”

You exchanged a wary glance with Lily. She looked utterly unimpressed. Marlene, however, looked downright ecstatic. Mary scoffed, rolling onto her stomach. “You mean ghosts? We live in a castle full of them. I can go ask the Grey Lady for relationship advice if I want to be spooked.”

“This is different.” Pandora’s light voice aired out. “This is summoning.”

Which, in hindsight, should have been your first sign to shut the book and go back to braiding Mary’s hair.

Instead, curiosity (or perhaps stupidity) won out, and ten minutes later, the six of you were sitting in a circle on the floor, the candles dimmed, and Pandora reciting something in what sounded like very questionable Latin. You held hands, mostly for the aesthetic and vibes, but also because, if something did go terribly wrong, it was nice to have a buddy to cling to.

The air shifted. At first, it was subtle. The dormitory grew colder, the flames on the candles flickering as though disturbed by an invisible breeze. Then, the shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, curling like ink in water. Your stomach twisted, a prickling sensation running down your spine.

“…'Dora,” Dorcas said slowly. “What exactly was this spell supposed to do?”

Before she could answer, the entire room lurched.

It felt like the world had hiccupped, reality itself skipping a beat similarly to apparating. The shadows pulsed, the air crackled- and then, with an ungodly pop, a figure appeared in the center of your summoning circle.

A very real, very alive figure.

A bloody boy.

A boy who, by the looks of things, had been mid-sentence before he was unceremoniously yanked through time and space.

His expression went from slightly annoyed to bewildered to absolutely furious in the span of three seconds. His sharp blue eyes darted around the room, taking in the six of you, the book, the circle of candles, before finally landing on you.

“Excuse me,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Where the bloody hell am I?”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then, as if he was graced upon realization, the borderline maniacal bloke pointed an accusatory finger at Pandora.

“What did you do?!”

Pandora looked from the boy to you, her expression somewhere between awe and mild panic. “…I think I accidentally summoned him?”

The boy, who was wearing (hideous) Slytherin robes, by the way, and not just any Slytherin robes, but the kind only someone with an absurd amount of family wealth and blood purity obsession could get away with- made an outraged noise.

“Summoned?” he repeated incredulously. “Summoned? What the hell, Rosier! I was in the middle of a conversation- ” He stopped short, his eyes narrowing. “Where is Regulus?”

You blinked. “Regulus? As in Regulus Black?”

“No, Regulus Frownalot” He answered sarcastically, expression flickered, something calculating shifting behind his eyes. “Yes, Regulus Black. Wait. Who are you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you could, Lily- bless her prefect instincts- stood up, dusting off her skirt. “Alright,” she said, ever the problem solver. “Let’s remain calm. Clearly, this was some sort of magical mishap, and we just need to figure out how to send you back.”

The boy turned to her, incredulous. “Send me back? Oh, brilliant idea. Let me just pop over to the nearest return portal- oh, wait! I can’t, because you lot just ripped me out of existence!”

“Technically,” Pandora said brightly, “I think we just shifted your existence a little!”

“You think?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay, everyone shut up for a second. Let’s take a step back. You- Slytherin boy- who are you, and why were you talking to Regulus?”

He gave you a scathing look. “I am Barty Crouch Junior. And I was talking to Regulus because that is what friends do. Why am I even telling you this? You should've introduced yourself before asking me! I asked first, red moron!”

You stared at him, ignoring his absolute pathetic juvenile behavior. “Barty Crouch Junior? As in Crouch Crouch?”

“Wow,” Marlene whispered. “We summoned a Crouch. That’s a new level of unfortunate.”

Barty looked moments away from hexing someone. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I inconveniencing you by being unwillingly transported into your- your filthy lion's den of all places?” His lips curled in distaste. “Merlin, it smells like Quidditch and coitus in here.”

“Alright, first of all, we are all perfect little saints practicing celibacy,” you shot back, but you could hear a mumbled 'like hell we are' from somewhere next to you. “Second, we didn’t mean to summon you.”

“Oh, that’s comforting. I feel very much safe now”

“Look, we’ll figure out how to send you back, alright?” You folded your arms. “Until then, you’re just going to have to sit tight and deal with it.”

Barty scoffed. “Fantastic. Trapped in a room with a bunch of Gryffindors. What a dream come true.”

“You know, for someone who just got accidentally kidnapped, you’re being remarkably annoying about it.”

Barty glared. You glared back back with your best scowl. But something in the air crackled. And for the first time, a flicker of something else crossed his face- mild curiosity, maybe, or amusement.

“Fine,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Let’s see if you Gryffindors can actually fix this mess.”

Barty had spent the last hour in a state of perpetual annoyance, arms crossed, watching as you and your friends frantically flipped through Pandora’s cursed book. He had interjected a few times, mostly to mock the inefficiency of Gryffindors under pressure, but for the most part, he just sat there, an unwilling hostage to whatever this absolute mess of an evening had become.

And then there was Pandora.

Barty had tolerated a lot of things tonight: being yanked out of existence, being surrounded by Gryffindors, even Marlene’s relentless teasing. But Pandora Rosier who had been nothing but comforting to him? She was testing him.

Because while the rest of you were frantically trying to find a spell to reverse whatever Pandora had done, the witch herself had been flipping through the book at a leisurely pace, humming to herself, occasionally muttering things like, Oh, that’s an interesting rune placement, I should write Xeno or Wow, that would have been so much worse, Evan would like it.

And now? Now she was giggling. Barty had had enough.

“Are you enjoying this?” he snapped, watching as she grinned at some obscure text.

Pandora looked up, unbothered. “Immensely.”

“Wonderful,” Barty deadpanned. “Glad to know my involuntary abduction is providing you with a bit of light entertainment, Panda.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Barts,” Pandora said, waving a hand. “It’s not like you’re suffering.”

“You summoned me, Pandora!”

“And you’re the one acting like I performed dark magic,” she shot back, turning a page. “Honestly, I’ve seen worse displacement spells. You could have been summoned into a lake. Or the astral plane.”

Barty narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

Pandora beamed. “Regulus would be so sad to hear that.”

“Regulus is going to murder you when I tell him about this.”

“You think that,” Pandora mused, “but I reckon he’d be far too amused to be properly angry. He’s got that weird little laugh when he’s trying to hide how funny he finds something. You know the one.”

Barty scowled because, unfortunately, he did know the one.

Marlene, ever entertained by the spectacle, leaned over to you and whispered, “I kind of love that she’s not scared of him.”

You grinned. “Oh, she thrives on chaos.”

Barty, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we focus? I’d rather not be here when the sun comes up, thank you very much.”

“We are focusing,” Lily snapped, looking dangerously close to hexing him herself. Tou grinned, taking great pleasure in the teens anger. "Yes, Barts, we are working so hard right now. Do be patience, will you."

“I highly doubt that,” Barty muttered. “At the rate you’re going, I’ll be a permanent resident.”

Dorcas groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “We’re trying, alright? But magic like this isn’t exactly easy to undo!”

Mary, who had woken up ten minutes ago, no one really noticed that she fell asleep like a baby in her girl's lap, groggily mumbled, “What if we just… did the spell backwards?”

Pandora looked delighted by the suggestion. “That’s actually not the worst idea-!”

“No,” Barty interrupted. “Absolutely not. I am not about to let any of you risk splitting me in half because you thought it would be fun to rewind me into existence.”

“You say that like it’s not a completely valid risk,” Pandora mused.

Barty clenched his jaw. “I swear to Merlin-”

And then, after another twenty minutes of arguing, another round of searching, and another layer of pure exhaustion settling over the group-

You suddenly stopped flipping through the book. Everything went quiet. You furrowed your brows, then looked up at Barty. “…Why are we even doing this?”

Barty exhaled sharply. “Finally. Thank you. That’s what I’ve been saying-”

“No, no,” you interrupted, shutting the book with a thump. “I mean… why are we looking for a spell when you could just… y'know, walk out the door?”

The room fell into dead silence. Even the storm outside seemed to pause.

Barty blinked. “…What?”

“You go to school here,” you said slowly, as if explaining something to a particularly dense child. “Your dormitory is literally downstairs. Instead of looking for some complicated reversal spell, you could just… leave.”

A full beat of silence.

Then, a particularly annoying groan of frustration could be heard. “You-” Barty gestured wildly, “-You fuckers had me sitting here for hours-”

“To be fair,” Pandora interjected with a raised hand, “you didn’t think of it either. Aren't you supposed to be smart, Mister 12 O.W.L.s? ”

Barty let out a strangled noise of pure exasperation. “Dont go smarty pants with me, Panda. Are you telling me that I could have left at any time? That you idiots had me sitting here, wasting my life, when all I had to do was walk out the door?”

“Well,” Pandora said cheerfully, “yes.”

Lily, meanwhile, had buried her face in her hands. “I cannot believe we’re this stupid.”

Mary nodded, looking absolutely done with all of this, just muttered, “I need a drink.”

Barty stood up so fast his chair nearly toppled over. “You know what? I’m done. I am leaving. I never want to see any of you again.”

Dorcas, still half-sprawled on her bed, yawned. “Go on, then.”

Barty stormed toward the door. You watched him go, something oddly anticlimactic about the way he just- left.

No grand magical solution. No complicated ritual.

Just… walking.

He reached the door, yanked it open but paused, tilting his head. He turned back, eyes landing on you for just a second longer than necessary.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Barty scoffed. “Nothing.” He looked at Pandora, scowling. “You’re the worst.”

Pandora smiled like he’d just paid her a compliment. “Tight sleep, Barts! Remember to use the acorn essence for the whackspurts.”

He rolled his eyes but nodded. And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the stairs.

The second he was gone, Marlene burst out laughing. “That was so much better than if we’d actually figured out the spell.”

Lily groaned. “I still can’t believe we didn’t think of that earlier.”

Mary, flopping back into the pillows, simply muttered, “I hate magic. Should've just ignored the damn letters.”

Pandora, ever the menace, just picked up her book again and sighed happily. “That was so fun. We should summon people more often.”

You looked at her, horrified. “'Dora, no.”

But as the others laughed, as the storm outside finally settled, you couldn’t help but glance at the door, thinking of the strange way Barty had looked at you before he left.

Temporary housemate to acquaintances indeed.

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sugawhaaa · 6 months ago

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☆------------Scandalous

P1harmony reaction:: wearing something revealing around them

Warnings//genre:: suggestive, fluff, comfort, possessive ass keeho and Theo, kind of some perverted content 🤭

Pairing:: ot6!p1h x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: WOOWEE I had this in my drafts since...God damn April but ✨️here we are gang ✨️ also I'm actually tweaking over how cute this is agahenwnwiwo I need Theo and the maknaes rn. Give me ur love

Keeho ⭐️

Keeho was working in his room on his computer before leaning back, sighing before massaging his brows. He then heard the door creak open and he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, baby- oh wow," he chuckles before looking down at the floor, before quickly stealing another glance at you. "What's with the get-up?" He smirks and leans back in his chair, his index finger lingering around his lips.

"I just thought it'd be a fun outfit to wear on some nights out and I wanted to show you," you turn slightly, looking at yourself in the tight latex body suit. "I could pair it with a lot of different outfits and it'd do good for a lot of Halloween costumes," you give him a thumbs up but he's a little distracted, looking at how the latex hugs your ass and thighs and outlines your breasts nicely. The zipper is undone a little too to expose your cleavage.

"A night out hm?" He tilts his head up.

"Yeah why?" You look a little disappointed and keeho smiles.

"Oh baby, I just don't want other guys staring at you. You know I can't help but get jealous," he shrugs, shaking his head and you put a hand to your hip.

"And if I bring you with me on these nights out?"

"Perfect, so I can jump any guy looking at you the wrong way," he smiles before inviting you to sit on his lap.

Theo ⭐️

Theo was just setting up to watch a movie with you in his room. He had everything prepared except for popcorn. He stood by the microwave watching the timer go until you walked up to him, wearing a lingerie-looking dress. His cheeks turned pink but he instantly played it off. He takes you to his room and as soon as you step in the doorway he sets the popcorn down and pins you to the bed.

"Babe what are you-" you chuckled, surprised by how much he reacted. "T-Theo what are you doing?" you tried asking for the second time but you were interrupted by his teeth nibbling at your neck. You moaned softly before covering your lips quickly. You felt your body getting weak and you fell beneath him. "I thought we were watching a movie tonight?"

"I'd rather watch you bounce on my cock," he smirks softly against your skin before licking up the mark he left.

"B-Babe," his words caught you off guard and made your heart flutter. You put a hand on the back of his head, feeling his soft and light hair.

"Wouldn't you rather that too?" He looks up at you, hinting at asking for consent.

Jiung ⭐️

The two of you were getting ready for date night and you decided to be a little bold and wear something more revealing than usual. You had a nice dress that had a slit down the side, exposing your leg, and it was strapless. It also came with a pair of gloves that matched the vibe well. You throw on some heels and some nice accessories before dolling up your hair and makeup.

Jiung turns around to look at you for the big reveal and his jaw literally drops. He soaks up every inch of your body, his mouth watering. "Oh my god babe," he laughs in disbelief. "Wow, I'm way underdressed now," he blushes before stepping a bit closer. "Do a spin," he twirls his finger and you giggle softly.

You do a little twirl around in your fit, your dress spinning with you. You stumble on your heels and tumble forward a little. Jiung catches you by your arms and smiles. "I feel like I'm in a K-drama. Saving my beautiful damsel in distress," Jiung laughs and you straighten yourself up.

"It kinda does feel like that," you chuckle before looking up at him confidently. "Cmon, we're gonna be late," you kiss him softly, your cherry lipgloss rubbing off on his lips, filling his senses with your scent that makes his heart race.

Intak⭐️

You and your boyfriend were getting ready for bed like usual and he was already tucked in, ready for the night. You came back from the bathroom wearing a new pajama set, hello kitty themed, with fuzzy pants that were low waisted and a cropped and breathable top. The shirt was a little see through and he could see...

He found his face warming up and he quickly rolled over. "Huh, something wrong taki?" You chuckle before taking a sip of water and turning off the night light. He rolls back over to face you, stealing another glance at your tits.

"Nope, all good," he nods and you stretch your arms up, yawning, and your shirt lifts up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your underboob and your gut tucked in, flexing your ribcage. His face flushes a deeper shade of red as he watches. "You doing that on purpose?" He asks genuinely and you tilt your head.

"Doing what?" You chuckle and he rolls over.

"Nevermind, just...expect me to have wet dreams," he mumbles but you can still hear him.

"Say what?!"

Soul⭐️

Soul much preferred spending nights inside together rather than out partying or drinking but tonight he branched off just a little. He was taking you out to an arcade, truly a cute date idea, so you decided to get a bit more dolled up for this special night. You wore an adorable pink and white dress but there was a slight problem, it hardly covered your ass...

You stepped out of your room to show Soul your outfit and smile nervously before doing a little spin. "I really like this dress but...if I bend over can you see anything," you bend over a little and Shota blushes, your panties in full view.

"U-Uh yeah...but I'll cover you if needed!" He smiles determinedly. "It's such a cute dress, I wanna see you wear it. I promise I'll make sure to cover you, like a personal guard," he puts a hand to his head and you chuckle softly.

"Thank you shota," you smile and he nods with a gummy smile.

"I'll use my bag or just my body," he shows you his tote bag, covered in anime and Pokémon pins, with a thumbs up and a wink.

Jongseob⭐️

Making Jongseob flustered is literally your favorite thing. He always becomes a big dummy who doesn't know how to act or keep his mind off of the dirty facts. So tonight you decided to wear something that hugged your tits nicely while also showing your cleavage a lot. The outfit wasn't too eccentric, just a tight cropped top and a skirt with some leg warmers and a little hand bag but it had Seobie fumbling.

As you went to put your shoes on you continued to hold your bag and Jongseob rushed over to you. "I can take your shoes, I mean your bag," he shakes his head, blushing as he watches you lean down to put on your shoes, your chest nearly spilling out from your shirt. He blushes and you hand him your bag with a smile.

"Thanks seob," you bend over to slip your shoes on and Jongseob takes a step back, stealing a little glance at your ass as you bend over. Oh god, he's such a bad person but he can't help it. When you stand up and turn to him, taking your bag back, his eyes are deliberately staring at your cleavage. "Eyes are up here," you smile and he becomes as red as a tomato.

"S-Sorry...you know how I get..."

#p1h theo #p1h icons #p1harmony #p1h intak #p1h soul #p1harmony smut #p1h keeho #p1h jongseob #p1h ot6 #p1h reactions #p1h hard thoughts #p1h hard hours #p1h headcanons #p1h drabble #p1harmony headcanons #sugawhaaa #Spotify

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movingthisblogcelestialtarot11 · 9 months ago

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Their naughty thoughts of you 🐚🙊

I most definitely am not apologizing for making this post 😤we all get a lil freaky sometimes. Anyway hope ya’ll enjoy! Feel free to like comment and reblog. 18+

divider creds: @fairytopea

Pile 1: Welcome my little friend 😈 anyway ya’ll this is cute. My fluffy and sweet pile. They wanna see you self pleasure and you probably smell really good, so they really like that. They wanna see you dripped out in lingerie, or anything that makes you feel confident and just touch yourself in front of them. There’s something about that fantasy that gets them going. And they also fantasize about cuddling you, definitely have a praise kink 🙊 I am calling this person out—they’re like a teddy bear in bed and they do wanna be close to you as physically as they can. This person would romance you first 😮‍💨 and then get dirty. They care about feelings soo, booty call with feelings kinda vibe 🥺 and they also won’t hesitate to give you water whilst they’re doing you, like “hey you need some of this?” 😭 helpp. They’re funny too. I feel like even in bed they fantasize about awkward cute moments between ya’ll. This is making me gush they are cute lol. Yall could never dating or haven’t done sexual stuff yet, but they definitely think about owning your heart first and worshipping you as you are! They’d take their time and kiss everywhere and make sure you’re all comfortable in bed or where else ya’ll prefer doing the dirty 😭 I also feel like they fantasize about making you cry their name and have you be an emotional mess (in a good way) from all the pleasure. Whoo. Pile 1. There you have it 👀 a lil something spicy. Hope yall enjoyed and feel free to like comment and reblog 🤍

Pile 2: My god pile 2 is it me or is the tension hot on both sides 😭 the person you’re asking about and you. I feel like both of yall have such strong vivid imaginations and wild ideas. I heard it goes both ways, so its not one person if you need confirmation. I feel like your person idolizes you, I heard maneater so they definitely see you as someone to worship. And not just anyone but a divine being. I feel like they wanna do everything right by you—even if it means being submissive to you. They’d fall to their knees for you 😤 this is the kinda energy they’re bringing!! And we’re not complaining 🥺 love to see it. I feel they fantasize about kissing messily, grabbing each other up and pressing everywhere. And fingering, lots of exploring. They wanna feel all the juices everywhere. And I think they fantasize about blowjobs, or at least having their fluids in your mouth. They just want to see the visual of it and replay it over and over. They fantasize about sitting in a chair whilst your between their legs, and they succumb to your touch. Like you’re just their devouring them and they have no choice but to take it 😭 maneater vibes fr. And I also feel like they’re kinda shy about their fantasies which makes it cuter but they want it. They want it to happen. I think they hide it a lot from you and put on a stoic face but deep down they cant ignore their freak!! Their freak is calling them 😩 “is somebody gonna match my freak” help. Its playing in my head 😭 anyway pile 2 yall get a room and get it on or something, hope yall liked this. Feel free to like and comment and reblog 🥰

Pile 3: hey guys, what is this? Damsel in distress fantasy? 😭 guys I feel like your person has a fantasy where you come running to them and you just want in on their world. Like consumed by all their pleasure and wanting only them. Its giving they want you to be hooked and obsessed on their energy, and the way they do you. They want you coming back for more. I have no idea if anyone here is into threesomes—someone here likes that. Also getting high or drinking alcohol might be something they fantasize about. It’s also giving daddy kink like ddlg, I picked up on. I heard pet play too. Im not judging just writing whatever spirit is telling me ☕️ I feel like they dream about you joining their sex filled world. Like this person could be experienced and they fantasize about showing you all the things they know and teaching you—and its like this thing where they help you reach your release because they know your body. They know where to touch and please you. I don’t know if some of yall never had sex before, but I’m picking that vibe too. I feel like this person is possessive of you in bed and only wants your attention on them. They want you completely focused on them. Geez this is intense! 😮‍💨 it’s giving Scorpio and strong mars energy. Maybe they have a lot of mars aspects or placement in their chart. But either way—they have lots of stamina. Strong bdsm vibes. And they want to spend lots of time doing foreplay to draw it out before finally giving in. Only when you’re comfortable. Like I see a feather being trailed down your spine and teasing you—this person KNOWS. Anyway yall, be safe always & at your discretion, have fun 😈 hope yall liked! Feel free to like comment and reblog to help this blog grow.

Thank yall sm for reading! Definitely bringing in that nsfw vibe 😈 hope yall enjoyed the freakiness. 18+ only 👀

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xaeyrnofnbe · 1 month ago

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i think spuffy can be broken up into 5 main stages, and each stage manages to have entirely different reasons for being extremely compelling. it's like 5 different ships between the same 2 characters. it's awesome

stage 1: enemies. they both want to kill each other. there's some mutual respect what with them being pretty equally matched in combat, but otherwise they are literally just each other's natural predator. they put this aside briefly to defeat angelus, but they're still very deep in stage 1 for that. overall there's a ton of tension and chemistry and punching. very good

stage 2: chipped. a pretty short stage, but still worth being separated from stage 3 i think. starts when spike gets chipped and ends when he realizes he can't kill buffy. they still don't like each other, but now they're in close proximity all the time so they're constantly pissing each other off. Something Blue occurs in this stage, which is funny. and spike is just kinda the gross pathetic stray cat that the scoobies are just barely putting up with. he's in love with buffy already he just doesn't know it yet.

stage 3: pining. spike wants buffy, buffy does NOT want spike. but it's during this stage that spike gradually makes himself more and more useful, eventually earning buffy's trust. he's in love with her. she thinks he's weird and creepy and annoying but shit keeps going wrong and he's kinda starting to be the most reliable person in her life. this stage lasts all the way into a bit of season 6. i really really dig this stage tbh. might be my favorite. it's about the unwavering devotion.

stage 4: sleeping together. ok 'sleeping together' is maybe not the best description since this stage starts when buffy kisses him at the end of Once More With Feeling, but i think the sex was the most defining detail of this stage. all of buffy's friends suck so so bad during this stage except for spike, who is a vampire. which is both funny and severely fucked up. she's taking advantage of his love for her because she wants to feel something, to be distracted from how awful life is, and he lets her. even though it's changing both of them for the worse. but this is also kinda when buffy starts falling for him, even though she won't know that until the next stage. whole lotta repression going on here. ends with spike getting his soul.

stage 5: whatever the hell it was they had going on in s7. spike is all sad and guilty but buffy is like sooo invested in what he has going on. she knows she has feelings for him but it's all so damn COMPLICATED now. they do a lot of concerned frowning at each other in this stage. spike becomes a bit of a damsel in distress while also simultaneously being buffy's pet attack dog, like he was in stage 3. they are both each other's #1 priority which is extremely awkward for everyone else in the vicinity, because they're INTENSE about it. but they never kiss. some destiel vibes in this stage if i'm being honest.

BONUS STAGE: comics. in seasons 10-11 they are normal and in love. so normal it's almost boring. but they have some very fun moments regardless.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #spuffy #things i said

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0coffeeplease0 · 2 months ago

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hi just like to say the amanda reader was really cool and I enjoyed reading it :>

if your requests are still open I’ll like to ask for hc’s of boyfriend (from fnf) reader (reader doesn’t necessarily have to be a guy it would probably be better if they were gn) and the entire cast🙃maybe their abilities would be that they could throw their mic and hit the killers to stun them and they probably start rapping out of nowhere but hey they get buffs from it ig- 😃😃 they probably also can switch from the beeps they make while rapping and actually english which definitely confuses a lot of the others :)

FORSAKEN SURVIVORS+ KILLERS X BOYFRIEND GN READER

(Ahh remember the good old days when FNF was famous, anyways let's get started)

Warnings⚠️ : swearing, fluff, SWF and that's it.

☆Survivors☆

Noob

•LIL' fella is confused on how you make those noises.

•Do you not know how to talk? :(

•They are amazed in how you rap, even if it's not with words it still fire.

•Noob is more amazed on how you can attack a killer with your microphone, and the fact that you can use it to swing away from danger is amazing.

•Your number 1 fan.

Elliott

•You impress him.

•He tries to understand what you are saying.

•Elliot likes your rapping, it's cool, and sometimes calming whenever you rap In a calm manner.

•In one of the rounds you saved Elliot from John Doe by swinging by with your microphone picking him up with your free up and swinging away.(like when Boyfriend has Girlfriend in his arm whenever she isn't sitting down)

•Elliott is bamboozled on how you can almost carry 6 people even with your very short height (you gotta be short like blue haired midget)

•Tries to be your number 1 fan by fighting with Noob.

Guest 1337

•Surprised on how someone so short like you is capable to survive.

•He dosent understand what you say so he would give you something to write on.

•He thinks your abilities as very usefull for rounds.

•Is fond of you.

Chance

•This ho is on your a$$ he will make fun of your height.

•Most of his teasing ends up with a microphone hitting his face or you making those 'Beep Bop' noises probably swearing at him.

•When you had saved chance once by roping him in with your microphone he acted like a damsel in distress.

•Princess peach and Mario vibes.

•Likes it when you carry him, even if he is capable of saving his a$$.

•Totally didn't force you to rap something romantic for him when you both were at the beach sitting down on the sand while it was sunset(had you at gun point, Noob had been spying and got jealous)

Two Time

•You are to be sacrificed.

•They think that you are speaking in some sort of language to keep the Spawn away.

•Instant beef with you.

•Will stalk you in the shadows to try and see what you are hiding.

007n7

•Find you very fun to be around.

•Likes it when you stick around him.

•Thinks that you're a child because your very short even tho you aren't.

•Father figure.

Shedletsky

•Man is interested into learning on how you communicate.

•Likes your raps.

•He acted like a anime pick me girl when you had rescued him from 1eggs when he was at 12 hp and out of chicken.

•Shedletsky dosemt mind sharing his chicken with you, just a small bite tho, ho will bit you if you eat to much of his chicken.

•Would most you have you as back up incase he dosent manage to hit the killer, if he dosent you can rope him in and run away.

•Would tease you for being short.

Builderman

•"HMM!?!?!? SORRY I DIDNT SEE YOU YOUR JUST TO SHORT I NEED GLASSES"

•Builderman dosent tease you...much

•He tries to make a machine so he could communicate with your more easily.

•is gratefull whenever you are around to save his A$$ when he's about to be jumped.

•Builderman is surprised on how strong you are for being so...short

•Builderman is chill with you, he would try to practice on rapping with you.

Dusekkar

•Finds you amusing.

•Would find the way you communicate interesting.

•Woukd keep you by just to try and see if he can speak or communicate as you do.

•Likes it when your rapping in a calm manner.

•Would mostly team up with you in rounds.

Taph

•GOSSIP

•You two have a secret language.

•You and Taph get along very well.

•You and Taph would team up sometimes.

•He would set traps and when the killer crosses his traps he would signal you to swing by take him and swing away.

•You would specifically rap in a way that Taph likes.

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1x1x1x1

•You annoying and intriguing little sh!+

•They hate you and despise you.

•He finds the way you talk? Interesting.

•She wants to crush that microphone withing her palms but it's like it's made of metal or something he can't destroy.

•THEY HATE when you rap a small mocking song when you manage to stun them or escape from their sight.

JOHN DOE

•GET YO AHH BACK HERE.

•Finds you annoying, especially when you save someone in time when they are almost about to die by him.

•Hates your rapping.

•number 1 hater.

•HE DOESENT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!!!!

c00lkid

•This boy thinks you are cool AF

•Would try to rap like you but fails miserably, but you would surely teach him...right?

•Sees you as a big sibling.

•Likes it when you swing around using your microphone with him holding onto you.

Mafioso and his goons

•Why are you so short?

•Can't even see you.

•Is surprised how you can pick him up, even if his Goons were stacked ontop of him your still strong.

•Finds the way you talk wierd.

•Thinks your rapping is decent.

Mafiosolings

•The adore you.

•Would tease you for being so dang short.

Azure

•STOP RAPPING WHEN YOU STING HIM🤬🤬🤬

•Thinks you're so annoying.

•Hates you're rapping.

•Hates the way you communicate.

Ending note: hai everyone, I hope yall are doing ok, sorry if this is OOC af, but anyways I will continue my Yan forsaken x Dandy reader fic but in Wattpad, the account is 0TheofficialCoffee0 anyways baiiii 😙

#roblox forsaken x reader #roblox forsaken #forsaken x reader #forsaken #fnf x reader

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astrolovecosmos · 1 year ago

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The 5th House + Romantic Themes/Tropes

Aries in the 5th House: Knight or hero saving their damsel in distress, competitor suitors, "bad boy/bad girl" with "nice guy/girl" dynamics, queen/princess saving the king/prince, a hard to catch chase, red roses and red lipstick, athlete or warrior connected love story, second chance love stories, couple vs. nature or unknown as they pioneer a new frontier, lingerie, things move fast, "no one else like you", fated lovers, lover's quarrels, innocent love, first loves, love at first sight.

Taurus in the 5th House: Worshipping each other's bodies, making love in nature, paradise themes, fancy venues, luxury, secret prince/billionaire stories, Cinderella-like stories, seduction, sensuality, aphrodisiacs, massages, the fastest way to their heart is through the stomach, willpower, ugly duckling themes, silk and cashmere, kisses on the neck, serenading, rose petals on the bed.

Gemini in the 5th House: Friends to lovers, pretend relationship tropes, sexting, online dating stories, pen pal lovers, long distance relationships, romantic academia, coffee dates, study dates, eloquence, unexpected softness, talking dirty, rivalries to lovers, Kama Sutra, twists and turns, love letters, vocalness, teasing, arguments.

Cancer in the 5th House: Old friend or flame love stories - maybe similar to second chances, parent trap themes, moonlight, waterfalls, ocean waves, baths, intimacy in the shower, cuddles, feeling wanted or needed, private or secret lovers, waterbeds, remembering and celebrating important dates like anniversaries and birthdays, sentimental love, nurturing their lover back to health themes, pearls and silver, traditional love themes, Romeo and Juliette, Titanic vibes, homecooked meals or lunches, long hugs.

Leo in the 5th House: Holiday romances or flings, everyone else can see how fated or good they are with someone - but they themselves are oblivious, wine, dance floors, flattery, adoration, gold, luxury, sex on the beach, roleplay, hot-blooded passion, romance that involves royalty, center of attention, turns heads, strip tease, mirror on the ceiling, professing undying love, great adventures, drama galore or a love worthy of the stage.

Virgo in the 5th House: High School sweethearts, devoted lover who does a service or keeps a promise for a dead partner, defending someone's honor or being defended, saving their lover from a bad partner or ex, loyal servant and royalty loves, light tracing, tickling, taking care of someone or nurturing them back to health, sexy outfits, plenty of praise and appreciation, couple's spa day or massage, attentive, caring, the details in love matter.

Libra in the 5th House: Love triangle stories, masquerades, balls, Parisian love stories or themes, opposites attract, wedding related romances (meeting at a wedding or stopping a wedding), lovers against the odds, love potions, star-crossed lovers, matchmaking, sunsets, pastels, clouds, rivals or enemies to lovers but with grace or focus on making peace, sensual moments, biting lips, charm counts for something, perfume, candles, oils, flower petals, champaign, strawberries or cherries, feathers, cliche seduction, inspirational love, love and art, love songs.

Scorpio in the 5th House: Enemies to lovers, dark romances, horror and romance, forbidden love, secret romances, "if I can’t have you, nobody will", vampires, magic or the occult, Phantom of the Opera, passionate kisses and touch, lingerie, naked, bondage, power, vulnerability, jealousy or possessiveness themes, leather, being by or in water, strong taste and fragrances, avenging your hurt or dead lover or being avenged, dark fantasies, secluded romantic places, overcoming fears or challenges together, psychology, villains and heroes, transformative love stories.

Sagittarius in the 5th House: Lovers from very different cultures or backgrounds, eloping, loveable rogue themes, fish out of water stories, deep thoughts and discussions, speed dating, daredevils and calling bluffs, adventure, "I can show you a whole new world", exotic romantic places, escaping with your lover, hotel rooms, casino or game nights, learning together, discovering something new about their lover frequently, lucky to find each other, free-spirited love, surprises and passion.

Capricorn in the 5th: Force proximity stories, love that grows or takes time, time-travel romance, historical romances, secret romances, age gap themes, gothic themes, consistency, lotion and oils, romantic music, power dynamics, fine wine, wealth and luxury, secret prince/billionaire stories, earthy and erotic, punishment and submission themes, respect and grace, powerful libidos, leather, antique or fine jewelry, beautiful crystals or gems, great smiles or teeth, unique bouquets, careful lovers.

Aquarius in the 5th House: Sci-fi romance themes, unconventional dynamics or roles, time-travel romance, beautiful minds and/or beloved geniuses, light touch, substances to enhance experiences or feelings, incense or candles, anything goes, the unexpected, unique gifts or romantic gestures, romance that shows how much their lover knows them, rebel lovers, acceptance, deep talks, mind melds, fetishes, spiritual and/or mental challenges, unique beauty, each partner doing their own thing, their lover being the only one to arouse passion in them or vice versa.

Pisces in the 5th House: Running to catch up to their lover at the airport, amnesia related love stories, hopeless romantic, poetry, daydreaming, soulmates, finding a muse or being one, kissing in the rain, foot massages, love songs, satin sheets, skinny dipping, oysters, champagne, roses, making fantasies come to life, eternal promises and fidelity, loving life and love, overly idealistic love stories, fairytales, healing themes, intuitive lovers or psychic connections.

#5th house #zodiac #astrology #romance #natal chart #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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st4rtar0t · 1 year ago

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Your love story and the movie it resembles

With your future partner

ever wondered how would your love story be with your future spouse? and what movie would it be similar to? I will be honest as someone who romanticizes love this question as kept me awake on many nights and has made me daydream a lot. SO as a result I have decided to make a pac on this topic. I hope you enjoy this reading and support my blog so that I can come up with more interesting pick a cards.

These pictures belong to their rightful owners.

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Picture 1

Okay so as soon as i started this reading i got the message that most people who chose this picture may not have had an actual relationship in a sense that you might have felt as if something was always lacking or you may not have been treated right in a relationship. And i do see that you have a unexplainable fear that maybe the person you will fall in love with wont fall for you? or you may doubt their affection for you as you seem to have severe trust issues. You may be the kind of person who doubts love but is also dreaming about it. you may show as if you don't believe in love or that money matters more for you but you know deep down that is not true.

I also sense that this group is divided into two subgroups as this group seem to have two similar yet different love stories.

group one : you guys may be a Virgo, cancer or Sagittarius sun moon or rising. You guys can have medium to short curly hair. you may have a mole on your arm or right shoulder. You may have a small friend group consisting 3-4 people including you. one of your friends can be of different race or religion. Some of you may be in high school or 1st-2nd year of collage. Pumpkin and grapes may be significant for you.

your love story : There may be a sense of "saving the other" in your love story. you know how a person is suffering and the other person comes into their life and saves them that is the vibe that I am getting from your love story. Your future spouse may enter you life when you will be dire need of help or when you will be suffering or vice versa. You may be the damsel in distress, but i see that You wont ask your future spouse for help intentionally. You are someone who wont ask for help no matter how much they are suffering and your future spouse is someone who WANTS to help other no matter what but they have been used by a lot of people because of this. They are well aware of the fact that people only approach them because of their personal benefit and this makes them quite upset. But but but i also sense that they would want to help not financially but emotionally. They would want to help you with everything they can and this may be the one of the majors reasons why you will fall for them. They will help you find purpose in your life again. They will make you fall in love with life.

SO the movie that resembles your love story is EK VILLAIN. This is an Indian movie and I would suggest you to watch it. i wont spoil it for you if you have not watched it yet, but leave out the parts that don't resonate with you.

Group two : You guys can be a Taurus, Leo or Aries sun moon or rising. you may have a mole of your back or on one side of your neck. You guys may have long dark hair or dark brown hair that reaches past your armpits. You may have a fear of lizards or any kind of reptile. i sense that some of you may be studying business or you plan to start you own soon? You may have gold jewellery that you wear regularly.

Your love story : As I said earlier both these groups will have a similar yet different love story and the sense of "saving the other" is also present in this group but the only difference is that you will be the one who will save your future spouse/partner. They may be really popular or into music because i see that they have a good singing voice. You guys can also work in the same field or profession. I see that you guys will encourage them to give their best when they may feel low or when they may doubt themselves. I see that you will be their biggest supporter and this will make them fall deeper for you. They will admire how passionate you are about what you do. If you are in a creative field, they may use you as their muse. I also sense that they will be writing songs and poems for you because they seem to have a talent for writing. You guys will work together and earn a lot of money and fame.

So the movie that resembles your love story is AASHIQUI 2. This movies was released in 2013.

Noticed how the actress in both the movies is same? so you may have something in common with her.

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This is the group of misunderstood people lol. I see that people always try to find flaws in you or blame you for the things that have nothing to do with you. But i also sense that you someone who jumps into conclusions and overthinks their situation. Things may not be as they appear. You are someone who has lost a lot of people that were close to you and you don't want to go through the same pain again, so as a result you have put a wall between you and other. And now you don't care if people misunderstand you or spread rumours about you. I also sense that you are independent, you don't like asking anyone for help, You would rather do the things by yourself than ask for help.

Okay so for the people who chose this picture I see that and your future partner may not have a good first impression of each other or there may be some past experiences that you both share that are not so ideal. Or you guys may meet in an environment that is not to ideal for a first meeting? but whatever it may be I sense that you guys will remember your first meeting and laugh out loud.

Do you guys have a one sided love story or have you ever been in this situation? because I see that most of you have liked somebody who already had a girlfriend/boyfriend or somebody they were talking to OR I see that you had a huge crush on one of your friends and he/she were already into somebody so you thought is would be better to forget them.

I am getting friends to strangers to friends to lovers. Its really complex and complicated. But yes it seems as if somebody else was involved in your love story and no I am not talking about third party situation. its more of a "yes I like this person and I am talking to them" from their side and "you are my friend and I like you but wont tell you because you like somebody else so I wont tell you" OR "yes I like you but wont tell you because I don't want to ruin our friendship" from your side. But I sense that they will realise their feelings a lot later and when you wont be talking to them. I also sense that you may move away from them to forget them or you may even move to another country for job or education.

But we all know how the universe works in strange ways that you may have never considered. So you will end up meeting them again but in a different way as compared to before. And they will be the one to express their love for you and will do everything to win your heart.

So the movie that resembles your love story is KUCH KUCH HOTA HAI and a little bit of DDLJ. Both these movies have the same acter and actress. But the plot is not same its similar with slightly different storyline.

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Picture 3

Some of you may also be interested in Picture 1

Are you sure you are interested in this love reading? because your energy is telling me otherwise. I am shocked to see you reading this because it seems as you are starting to hate the word love, and honestly I don't think you are at fault because if I was going through the same things that you have been through/are going through, I would hate it too. You have experienced love and I am not talking about romantic love, I am talking about platonic love. The kind of love you are supposed to receive from your family and friends. And now as a result of that, your perception of love is completely messed up.

But I have a good news for you, you have been blessed in money sector of your life and this abundance in money sector will be the love you yearn for. Now you are only focusing on your work and career, you are taking all the required steps to achieve your dreams and goals. And while you are focused on this sector of your life you wont notice how the universe will bless your love life with a partner that will move mountain for you. And the most beautiful thing is, YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK FOR IT. yes there were times when you cried yourself to sleep because you could not feel loved but unknowingly it all made you stronger.

Now lets talk about your love story with your future, So as I have already talked about how you will meet them when you will focusing on yourself and your dreams. And I also see that they will be the first one to fall in love and realise their feelings. And the most interesting thing is they will make all the efforts needed to prove their love for you. They wont approach you with a love offer first and wont shove their feelings into your face as in "Hey i love you, lets get married" no it wont be like that, in fact they will approach with the offer you helping you or being your friend first. They will admire how sweet and caring you are despite the things you have been through, You will fill them with inspiration and hope that there are still nice people in this world who make this world a better place with their existence. They will support you in you work and offer new ideas. Some of you are really intuitive so you will know who person may be or will be. Your future partner will admire the way you handle tough situations and problems thrown your way with ease. You are someone with hard exterior and really soft interior and this will intrigue your future partner as it is really hard to find genuine people with good intentions these days.

You love story gives me the trope of black cat and golden retriever energy with you being the black cat here and them being the golden retriever. Its honestly so cute!! and I am so happy for you guys. You guys deserve the world. okie I think i am getting distracted, so lets get back to the reading, Your love story will be something that will remind people of a fairy-tale.

So the movie/movies that resemble your love story is RAMAIYA VASTAVAIYA 2013 and GHAJINI 2008. Yes as i said this wont resonate 100% with your love story but there will be similarities.

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awfulalignmentcharts · 8 months ago

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what the f%#$ does ____ mean on that stupid ass ship chart

saw a few questions, so ask (the air) and ye shall receive.

top section

"describe their vibe" — you can interpret this at will. it's just a space to put whatever you think encapsulates the vibes of their dynamic/them as a relationship. it can be like a list of tropes, a dumb tweet screenshot, some other type of image, anything really.

everything else should be straightforward lmao.

rest of the shit below the cut so i don't take up your dash space.

continuums section

"repressed vs (sexually) open" — as it sounds. repressed as in like they're a prude or open as in they're down to bang on the regular.

"no libido vs terminally horny" — not horny to very horny lmao

"aggressively romantic vs allergic to PDA" — kinda like how private the character is/how embarrassed are they by the notion of displays of romance. do they prefer lowkey displays of romance or are they dramatic about it?

"(severely) mentally ill vs mentally stable" — fairly self-explanatory. are they full of mental problems or are they actually mentally sound?

"kms'ing over being in love vs blushing giggling twirling hair" — pretty much their reaction to being in love, specifically with the other person. do they hate the fact they love the other person, or are they super giddy that they're in love?

"doomed by the narrative vs blessed by the narrative" — it's a little open to interpretation but my usage of it for individual use is like how fucked over by the canon events are they individually? (if the relationship's doomed, they're probably both on the doomed end; if the relationship ISN'T doomed but one was severely fucked over by the story's events, then they could be in the doomed section while the other one could be hovering elsewhere)

"big spoon vs little spoon" — self-explanatory. it's cuddle time. who's the big spoon, who's the little spoon.

"the weapon vs the wielder" — ngl, this continuum may not actually work too well for some healthier ships, but the general vibe of it is like the weapon is the one who tends to do things at the wielder's behest. the weapon is commonly more of a warrior type, more of the "protector" (and may also have self-worth issues), while the wielder is the one that typically gets protected, may have a great deal of importance for some reason, and is sort of the "user" of the weapon. you're more than welcome to make your own interpretations of it lmao

the pyjamas — based on this image: (who's the sleepy old man with the candle that goes snork mimimimi vs the beautiful wife who's likely also a damsel in distress)

"jealous vs chill" — should be fairly self-explanatory, but like is the person chill with their partner, or do they easily get jealous when the attention isn't on them?

"has zero game vs insane game" — are they bitchless or can they pull bitches? regardless of charisma (or lack thereof), can they actually get laid or not

"functional vs soggy loser" — are they a functional member of society with their shit together or are they born-in-a-wet-cardboard-box, perpetually soggy, capital P Pathetic?

the other shit

"what brings them together?" — what are some reasons that this ship actually has grounds? what do they have going for their relationship?

"what is keeping them/kept them apart?" — were/are there any reasons why they haven't just kissed yet? what are those reasons?

"poorly describe their meetcute" — describe how they met but be funny about it.

"list their reductive fandom tropes/fandom appeal" — reasons why people might ship them or like the ship. (e.g. enemies to lovers, angel and demon dichotomy, etc.)

"who's the armrest?" — two guys. one likes to turn the other into an armrest by sticking their arm on the other's shoulder (or something; done possibly with the intent to annoy). who's the one that's being used as the armrest more often?

"who's the headrest?" — two guys. one puts their head on the other more frequently. who's the one that's more often turned into a head rest?

"who fell first?" — who fell in love first?

"who fell harder?" — who fell in love harder?

"who cooks" — should be obvious lmao

"who cleans up more messes?" — can be literal messes, or who more often deals with the fallout of the bullshit one of them gets up to.

"who's the bigger yearner?" — who yearns more?

"who confessed first?" — should be literal.

touch

should be fairly self-explanatory, but it's kinda like what is or isn't off limits to contact of any form from the other person. say character A is entirely red while character B is entirely purple. A is allergic to any form of contact anywhere from B, while B fucking loves anything from A.

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xxacidnekoxx · 9 months ago

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Really really overly protective boyfriends is super hot in fiction but id never date a guy like that god no.

Also same with really needy/jealous guys (or guys fighting over me type of vibe) that is so hot in fiction but in real life no fucking god no.

And I like to see my fursona vulnerable too or even something like a "damsel in distress" but yeah in real life I am and like to be a really strong confident person being trapped and vulnerable is a nightmare.

my OCS are toys that I make fairy tales with .they are not reflective of the kind of guy I want to meet in real life or something (I have relationship trauma I have been with guys who emotionally abused me) and writing "fairy tales" for myself helps me cope with it especially when giving it metaphor and fantasy elements that help me distance from the triggers I have . The best part is that it has been helping me meet others with the same kind of relationship trauma too and that connection has made my whole life brighter I truly don't feel alone anymore

#ramble

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salty-an-disco · 11 months ago

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you know…… there's an argument to be made to getting Contrarian in Nightmare instead of Paranoid. Like– you go for a third option neither the narrator or princess want, but you double down on anyway. In the original Nightmare, that was because you couldn't trust neither princess or narrator, but what if you started doubling down specifically because neither of them agreed with you?

That was how I fell into the swap au trap, with something I'm calling 'A Shift in Perspective' (or 'SiP AU' for short), where the swaps are all decided by whether or not I can find a good argument to why you should get a different voice in the game's routes. Here's the conclusions I reached:

Nightmare – Contrarian: like I already said in the example above, neither princess nor Narrator liked your idea and so you decided to double down on it to the detriment of everyone involved. Princess still feels abandoned by you, but she's also angry to how flippantly you taking this ("You think this is game? OK, then, why don't we play.").

I want to lean more into Nightmare's playfulness here, with some jigsaw and carnival themes. The way to the basement is a jolly ride that take you down to her lair with cheery-creepy music as you pass through exaggerated smiling and crying faces. Contrarian is still trying to make light of the situation, though there's a noticeable undercurrent of fear in his tone. Nightmare doesn't shut down your organs here.

Spectre – Opportunist: You did the job exactly as asked specifically to get that reward, but it turned out it was a bust, so you kill yourself and come back to the cabin in hopes the princess has a better option for you. In this read of the route, you take more of a 'hitman' role, being more focused on what you can get out of this situation as opposed to the act of killing the princess. Spectre doesn't change much, though her cabin has a more sterile feeling to it as opposed to old and abandoned. She won't be happy to learn you killed her just to get a reward, but is willing to hear you out. Now you just gotta negotiate your way out of this situation and make sure not to accidentally get yourself killed by saying the wrong thing!! (don't have many clear visuals for this one, more just a Vibe)

Prisoner – Cold: You completely ignored all of Narrator's warnings and advice. It didn't sound right to you, anyway, so you went straight for the princess, and it immediately became clear who you were more willing to hear out. When she kills you, you accept it without complaint; it's only fair, there was no other way for her to defend herself. If Cold is a steel-weapon in the canon game, here, he is a shield; willing to take on any hit if it means getting his way, and making sure the princess stays alive. In the basement (a stone cold prison with clear, (and very breakable), chains around the princess' wrists and neck). Prisoner smiles when you appear, like she's in on a joke, but doesn't say much. Cold still won't urge you in any particular direction; suggesting you can explore, examine the place, talk to the princess all you want– but in the end, you still have to make a choice. And it's a easy, no?

Wanna lean into the fact Cold is prolly the closest voice to Quiet's true nature here, and the fact that despite lookin' the most human, Prisoner is still the one you can get free by simply letting change happen around her; neither of you may know why, but you two intrinsically trust each other

Damsel – Stubborn: You very insistently didn't get the knife, didn't abide by Narrator's advice to not talk to the princess, resisted when he tried to force your hand, and made sure she would be the one to kill you. (Imagine Narrator saying, "A stubborn bastard, aren't you?" right before you die). There's no doubt now. Narrator is a villain who, for some reason, wants to make sure the princess dies. You won't let that happen.

This is the one where we focus more on the 'distress' part of Damsel in Distress. There'll be lots of traps and trials trying to attack her once you save the princess from the chains, and it's your job to make sure she gets out of there unscathed. Something of a scourt mission. Stubborn's fighting instincts here are directed to the threats around the princess instead of her; much like Cold, he's more of a shield than a weapon in this version.

Beast – Broken: You got absolutely wrecked by the princess like you were no more than a mouse against a lion. What hope can you have to survive in this situation? It's simply nature; you should just lay down and let it take its course. The basement here is much more open, and with an arid feel to it; more of a savana than a jungle. The princess lies in plain view, a mighty Beast that you cannot hope to face against. You have to fight against your own Broken spirit as well as this apex predator to hope you can have any chance of survival.

Witch – Paranoid: The moment you saw the princess chew her own arm, you knew you made the wrong choice. She's clearly not someone that should be trusted, attacking was the only option you had!! The Princess attacks back in surprise, immediately hardening her stance once she realizes what you did. The two of you die, and the way she clawed and bit at you only cements in your head that she's a tricky monster who cannot be trusted.

There is more than one entrance to the basement this time, and no matter which one you take, you'll end up in a labyrinth of roots and vines full of tricks and traps the princess laid out for you. You never see her clearly, but her cackling laughter follows you all the way. Paranoid will warn you of any trap before you can fall for them, and listening to her is the best way to avoid getting caught; though some of the things she perceives as a trap might not actually be there– the roots almost seem to move imperceptibly, and you're sure there eyes following you. Are they really there, or are they imagined? You'll find Witch right at the center of the maze, where you can either fight her or try to talk things out. Though none of these choices will really help you escape. You're already trapped.

Wanna lean into the cyclical feel of both Witch and Nightmare here, with your distrust/fear is what keeps cementing this cycle of violence you're both stuck on.

Tower – Smitten: (women that can kill you by stepping on your throat are kinda ho– [gets shot]) Right before you die, you see the situation for what it is. You never should've wielded that knife against her, she's a light that can't be snuffed out, don't you see? With that understanding is that you die. There are bells echoing in the distance when you enter the cabin, a beautiful place with ornamented windows and mobilia; really leaning into that church symbolism here. Tower is sitting as she waits for you with a soft smile on her face. Her voice is honey, and what she offers you is benevelonce and a place at her side, all you have to do is pledge yourself to her.

Instead of an imposing and impossible figure, Tower is more of the 'benevelont god' figure here. Still very much wants you to be under her control, but won't rush or press that offer upon you (she knows you'll accept it one way or the other anyway). Smitten is the only one forcing control of your body here, wanting to rush to her and kneel at her feet; you can fight him, or you can let him steal all the choices from you.

Adversary – Hunted: You tried to go for a killing blow, but you gave her too much time to prepare herself and now you're also at the receiving ending of her blows. Well, kill or be killed; you're both just animals trying to survive. The cave you find yourself in once inside the cabin has more of a humid air to it, and at the bottom, you find the Princess; Adversary has more of a scaled lizard aesthetic to her, and is eager to fight for her life again with you.

Hunted isn't as excited about fighting as Stubborn is in canon, but is very much willing to prove you can overcome this obstacle. Doesn't matter how many tries it takes.

Stranger – Cheated: "What the fuck do you mean the universe itself will warp into itself to keep you from leaving?!? That's absolutely bullshit!!"

That's all the argument I have for this one. Stranger themselves doesn't change much, the main difference is Cheated's reaction and how he goes about treating a world where you're choices doesn't seem to matter anyway.

Razor – Skeptic: There must be a reason you couldn't kill her before, and if you find the answer, you can make sure you kill her for good. You see this mission as a puzzlebox that needs to be solved if you want to slay the princess. The cabin is basically a escape room from the moment you step in, and will not let you progress unless you solve it. Each wrong answer slices you in half and gets you a new voice. New perspectives to see this rubix cube from!!

At this point, you overcomplicated this whole thing so much, it's all just a tangle of webs and knots with no rhyme or reason, with you and the princess (who's at this point, just a mess of wires and steel) stuck right in the middle. The only way to escape is shutting down all your thoughts and cutting through the knots with her.

+ some doodles I did for this concept

#probably won't be doing anything more than some concept doodles and brainstorms for the routes but this is fun!!#it's a neat way of lookin' at the game and trying to poke it from all sides #A Shift in Perspective #slay the princess #stp princess #stp voices #stp au #stp swap au #sal rambles #sal draws #sketches #ouuuuuugh. there's too many guys here–#not tagging them all. you know them

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