#darker and more sensitive topics...

[moth-boi-lycan]

Got a little inspiration from a Donnie gif that @/sanfezu made. Idk where the hell this came from but my brain started braining and my hands started typing, so here:

T-C3ST DNI or I will rip your intestines out through your nose and then rip your heart out of your chest and use it to play wall-ball against your gravestone.

The Twin's Bond

(Hurt/comfort fic)

Twin senses are a powerful thing. One soul split in two. Feeling eachother's joy, rage, sadness, and everything in-between. Sometimes if strong enough, thanks to being one soul split in two, they can feel the happy stimming of the other. Or even the physical pain of the other, too...

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  Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion for Donnie. In this moment he could just feel Leo's pain, it was lighter than what he knew his twin was going through, but he felt everything. It was unbearable knowing that's what Leo was feeling. But hearing him telling- no, begging Casey on what to do to save everyone, his heart dropped.

  No. No no no no, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. He couldn't lose him. He couldn't lose Leo. The twins and their family were supposed to get a happy ending. Heros get happy endings! Then why- why was this what they were getting instead?! Damn it, no no NO, he couldn't fucking lose his twin.

  He couldn't lose the one that helped him through his sensory overloads with weighted blankets and stim toys, the one who would send him random pictures with the intent of making him laugh, the one he stayed up with at ungodly hours of the night. He couldn't lose that.

  He couldn't lose the one that had made a promise that they'd always stick together, the one that helped him sleep after a nightmare when they were tots (and still did it occasionally just by feeling the other's fear and knowing exactly what to do), hell, they even made a pact where if one died then the other would go out too so they wouldn't be alone.

  He heard Raph begging Leo not to do it while he heard what sounded like Leo's shell cracking and bones breaking. His twin was in pain, he could feel every punch, every break, every slam into the Technodrome and he couldn't do anything to help him. He... he really was going to lose him, wasn't he...

  He wanted to say something, anything, over the comms' to beg Leo to remember their promise and to not leave him, but he couldn't find his voice. He felt like he was choking, and that's when he realized the reason he was choking was because he was holding back tears.

  He snapped out of it a few minutes later when a loud cracking explosion sounded off through the sky and debris from the now destroyed Technodrome began to fall down to earth around them on Staten Island and into New York City.

  The portal closed and he froze.

  Why didn't...

  Why didn't he feel anything anymore.

  Why didn't he feel his twin's pain anymore.

  The tears he had been holding back were now freely running down his cheeks, but he didn't make any sound. He wiped them away and shook his head in disbelief as they kept coming. He couldn't stop them.

  He preferred feeling Leo's pain rather than... than not feeling him at all.

  Leo was gone after closing that portal. Donnie felt something snap inside of him, like how he imagined a rope breaking from too much strain and the ends going separate ways would. He fell to his knees like Raph had, dropping his bò as his arms hung limp at his sides. He felt...

  Numb... Leo would occasionally talk about them being one soul split in two despite being completely different species of turtles and having almost no biological relation to eachother (spare their father's DNA, that was something that had been forced), and Donnie always brushed the supposed joke off not knowing Leo was serious. Now he was starting to believe it. Maybe they really were.

  That snapping feeling he had felt... was that how it felt for a person to lose their twin? Their other half? The other part of that soul they shared? He heard Raph talking to Mikey, telling him to stop trying to open a new portal to try and get Leo back.

  Mikey was trying to be the mystic warrior Casey had told him he was, but it wasn't working... there wasn't even a single spark of hope around him, his arms were still stretched out in front of him and his heels dug into the concrete as he continued to try.

  Donnie silently appreciated how Mikey wasn't giving up, but he couldn't even smile. Knowing that Leo was most likely being beaten to death; Prime breaking Leo's bones, cracking his shell and plastron, tearing his insides apart and making him bleed despite never completely ripping him open, throwing him around like a ragdoll, crushing him and slamming him into anything and everything that would hurt him the most and refusing to even let him have a slight chance to get up and fight back.

  It broke him. That numb feeling only intensified when Mikey stopped trying and fell down on his hands and knees with Raph going over to hug him tightly. Donnie really wanted a hug, but not from the family he had left, he wanted to hug his twin again. He wanted Leo to be ok, to bounce back and be at home with a stupid fucking grin on his face, joking about how some dumb interdimensional portal could never keep him away from his family.

  He already wished he could just turn off his heart that now had a gaping hole in it; to forget he even had a twin, then it wouldn't hurt him. Yeah, it'd hurt his family by saying he had no twin, but he wouldn't be in pain because he never would've 'known' Leo if he forgot. He jumped when he felt Raph's hand on his shoulder, silently telling him it was time to go back to the others.

  Donnie stayed still. He didn't want to go back. He wanted to stay right where he was. He didn't want to see the mourning faces of everyone else, he knew they were in pain, but not as much as he was. They had all lost their brother, for Splinter (and unbeknownst to Draxum), he lost his son, and for Casey, he lost the past version of his sensei-slash-uncle. But Donnie...

He had lost something much more important. Something that was more than just a regular brother. If soulmates could be platonic - which he wasn't exactly sure they could be - he had just lost his soulmate. His other half. He couldn't go back to see their depressed looks and he just couldn't go back to the lair, not when his room was right across from Leo's. He'd have to walk out and be reminded every fucking day of what he had lost and have it hurt even more.

But... they had made a promise. A death pact. If Mikey could bring Leo back soon, he wouldn't have to go through with it. But if Mikey didn't manage to bring Leo back at some point and Donnie DID go through with it, there was only a 50/50% chance that he'd see Leo talking about his life while gram-gram listened. Leo was a fighter. He- He could survive the prison dimension if he tried.

Raph kept on shaking him, trying to make him get up, but he didn't see Mikey anywhere; he had gone to try again. This time he tried even harder to open something, anything, even if the portal was just small enough for them to see if Leo was still alive. Donnie's eyes widened when he felt something.

Leo.

He was... he was alive.

He was hanging on for dear life, and he was winning the fight to stay alive. Donnie couldn't move as he watched Raph run over to Mikey, getting behind him and putting his hand on his shoulders to take some of the damage for him that was being done to his body. Donnie waited, unable to bring himself to move, but he felt the other half of his and Leo's split soul getting closer.

When Raph had finally moved to pull Leo out as Mikey closed the portal, Donnie finally forced himself up to run over to where his twin laid with his head on Raph's lap and Mikey was holding his hand.

"C'mon Leo, you can do it. Wake up, please! I-I know you can hear me Leo! Please..." Mikey pleaded, holding onto Leo's hand a bit tighter.

He smiled as bright as the sun when he felt Leo's grip tightened slightly. Donnie reached his hand out towards his twin, who was still partially unconscious.

He rested his hand on Leo's cracked plastron, already thinking of ways to help heal him, but he was mostly focused on him waking up. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Leo's like they would do ever since they were little, the comfort of knowing the other was there helping them feel safer.

"C'mon, 'Nardo. Wake up for us. We know you're alive, please, Leo..." Donnie swore he felt the connection that had sewn itself back together tearing again, but it was refusing to break this time.

Donnie smiled as wide as Mikey did when he saw Leo starting to open his eyes and looking around.

"Hey guys.... everyone alright?... y'all look like shit." Leo joked wincing immediately when he started to laugh. Yeah he definitely had a few broken ribs, Prime had crushed him multiple times and pushed down on his chest for fucks sake, of course he had broken ribs.

Raph and Mikey rolled their eyes and smiled at Leo's attempt to be funny despite the current circumstances, but Donnie stayed unmoving. He had stayed in the position he put himself in, his forehead still resting against his twin's and his hand against his plastron, covering up the largest crack there. Leo smiled weakly at Donnie, his mismatched red and purple eyes staring up at Donnie for a few moments before painfully sitting up and pulling him in for a bone crushing hug - literally and figuratively. It hurt him, but he didn't care.

Donnie sniffled and hugged Leo back, trying to be careful of his injuries, but tightened the hug when he realized that Leo didn't care how much it hurt. Donnie was so relieved.

He was relieved he could feel his twin's presence again.

He was relieved that his platonic-soulmate had been brought back from cheating death.

He was relieved that he felt the other half of their split soul again, and he wasn't letting go of that anytime soon.

He wasn't going to let himself lose Leo ever again, Donnie needed Leo. And he knew Leo needed him as well. Thanks to the extend of both of their injuries, he knew they'd both be in the medbay for awhile, but that didn't mean they couldn't have their beds close enough to one another to hold the other's hand if they were in pain. Even after that, Donnie would definitely ask Leo if they could share a bedroom again like they did when they were little so they'd only be a few feet away if the other needed comfort.

He knew Leo wouldn't object to it. They were twins, they were closer to eachother than the others understood. And that is a bond they wouldn't let anybody break.

[zaynesparadise]

∯ COCKOLOGY 101: ZAYNE & CALEB !

🫧✱ ݁ ˖ | a simple analysis about papi 1 & papi 2’s schlongs ♡ (i’m giving u full hex colours & measurements.)

pairing. — MDNI (17+) fem!reader x 𝐜 & 𝐳 (separate) warnings. dick measurements, overstimulation, mentions of shaving, mentions of porn, big cock caleb & big cock zayne, omg idk how to put the warnings for this one wc. 1.3k a,n. this is just for fun & obv on the unrealistic side don’t take this seriously. cuz i was laughing the whole time making this anywho enjoy !!!! <3

Ꮺ ZAYNE. firm believer that dr.zayne is on the longer side than the thicker one, don’t get me wrong i am no way calling this man’s dick skinny. it’s very thick but it is for sure hitting ur cervix no matter how unrealistic this sounds. his tip is a solid #e3b1b8 more on the pinkish side cuz have u seen this man’s nipples. they’re so PINK & he’s so paleish pink overall, rest of his cock is #edb8a8 still on the very pale side, transition colour from tip - rest of his inches is #e6a1a1 :3 his mouth-watering 8.2 inches (6 inches soft cuz i said so) (3.2 inches delicious girth wise) has the slightest, almost unnoticeable tilt to the right side that makes ur eyes cross

while we’re on the topic, zayne def shaves. we’ve seen his razor bumps, some days when his skin is a bit more sensitive he just does a simple trim in the shower and calls it a day, one of my hcs is that this man smells good. like you’ll never catch this man smelling off or even bad in your entire life, he takes his hygiene so seriously so i know he smells good everywhere. good quality cotton boxers, ball deodorant when he has longer shifts in the hospital, glycolic acid in every crack and crevice, really musky & light on the nose cologne paired with a nicely scented lotion, over all incredible hygiene.

daily cups of pineapple juice. firm believer that zayne has a lil morning routine ritual where he probably eats a spoonful of sea moss, takes his needed supplements & green juice so why not throw in a cup of fresh & organic pineapple juice to his routine? this man smells and tastes divine. and he knows it, he’s very proud of it and takes his sacred routine very seriously.

side notes: the way that he cums is sometimes sudden to him, zayne is very sensitive so when he’s wrapped around your walls that are continuously milking him he instantly gets lost in euphoria and doesn’t even realise how quick his climax is building up, sometimes he does have the focus to warn you but most times his head is in the clouds and he’s practically just babbling and rutting his hips unconsciously.

cums in warm, filling ropes of milky, almost watery cum. like i said, he takes great care of himself that paired with his obsession with your sweet cunt devouring his cock he cums so for so long, his orgasms are long lasting and intense. by the time the aftershocks of his high wash down his body he’s all over you again, kissing nibbling and licking every part of you that he can :(

not a big fan of overstimulation, but since you are he can’t deny you the fun at all. thing is, like i mentioned before he’s very sensitive, it’s ridiculously easy to make him overstimulated. a simple “you can give me one more, can’t you?” with a wink when you’re riding him is really all it takes. he turns into literal putty in your hands. thigh muscles flexing and sweat shimmering on his abs when he fills you up over and over again just because his pretty girl asked him to <3

his cock when overstimulated turns so red, his natural shade being a slight off pink colour that gets darker when he’s hard and fully crimson when you’re overstimulating him. a few slight, faint veins begin appearing around his base that you love to run your tongue all over just to feel him shiver under your touch, he loves it just as much as you love it.

in conclusion: pretty shaved & regularly trimmed balls, paleish pink 8.2 inches, lemon juice mixed with olive oil shots king and a sucker for pleasing his pretty gf <3

𖧷 CALEB. this man right here should be awarded for not having back pain bcs of the way he’s packing. i am a caleb horse cock truther ✋ 7.2 inches length wise but 4.5 inches girth wise this man is MASSIVE humongous gigantic BIG. he’s really big. (BIG CALEB!) thing is .. i’m also a believer in somewhat inexperienced caleb. he might’ve had a lil thing here and there but it never got serious or anything so he really doesn’t know how fucking huge he is.

(probably found out when he and gideon saw each other naked for the first time and he noticed the way gideon’s eyes were practically about to fall out of their sockets) now don’t get him wrong he’s watched porn and whenever he’s clicked on the “massive cock destroys—“ u get the gist, the dick in question always looked.. average in his eyes? it looked closer in length to his, he might’ve been longer even but that was considered to be massive? #BlessedButDoesntKnowIt #HeHasAWeaponOfMassDestructionAndIsntAware

he never really stressed himself about it, so quick side notes: tip colour #d9a593 more on the tanned side in comparison to zayne but it’s still so pretty rest of his cock is #ba8270 with a slight transition shade of #d99b82, regularly keeps himself trimmed but isn’t too serious or anxious about it, def believe that it’s very, very like extremely veiny. you’ve seen the veins around this man’s abdomen. has so many faint veins decorating his underside, and when i tell u that this man’s cock literally cannot stand upwards fully when he’s erect because it’s so fucking heavy i mean it.

i see caleb to be blessed with incredible genetics, good & decent hygiene but he’s not the type to really eat a spoonful of sea moss or coconut cult in the morning, he’s more like the kind of guy that makes himself green tea while blasting bruno mars at six am in his kitchen tbh. that being said he definitely tries his hardest to take care of himself by going to the gym and drinking water often so he tastes nice wouldn’t say that he’s not on the salty side bcs he for sure is, but it’s still very delicious.

going back to the good genetics & gym rat side; he has his cheat days (that sometimes might extend longer than intended, let a man be lazy for once he deserves it) but even when he stuffs his (godly) body with junk food or stuff that don’t really align with what he usually nourishes his body, it’s still literally perfect. his genetics come into play and it’s like he just had a green goddess salad with a side of cranberry juice, you’re definitely envious of his metabolism.

side notes: the way he cums depends on how he’s been fucking you, if it’s a quickie then it’s going to be an eye rolling orgasm for him. cums frequently one second he’s filling you up with long, thick like heavy ropes of glistening cum the next he’s still hard and fucking his cum deeper into you, on the contrary if he’s taking his time with pounding you against the bed, then he’s going to have a literal toe curling and back arching orgasm. he loves to cum deep inside of your fluttering walls, warm breaths fanning your ear as he keeps filling you up from behind, he cums for so so long if you pressed on your lower stomach you’d feel the way he’s stuffing you full.

is he ready for overstimulation? real question is, is overstimulation ready for him? a literal beast. this man fears nothing and is a freak. overstimulation should actually fear him. his gym obsession always comes in handy when it comes for inhumane stamina, he doesn’t mind fucking both of you dumb till he’s shooting blanks. whimpering, babbling, drooling till he can’t even speak coherent sentences and just mouths at whatever part of you he can reach. doesn’t care if his dick practically looks purple and feels like it’s about to fall off��� if he’s overstimulating you both, he’s going to do it till you’re both passed out on his messy mattress.

in conclusion: caleb’s packing in the front and the back (papa packing never lacking), average monster cock, decent hygiene, salty addictive cum 🙂‍↕️

♥︎ : litr wrote this while listening to kitty kat by meg & thatpower by will.i.am so idek + this unserious drabble is dedicated to my caleb big cock believer & the reason why this acc opened in the first place: nia bunny :3 ♡

[novy2sirius]

SATURN DEGREES IN YOUR CHART

based on numerology

more degree posts: venus degrees // mars degrees ⋆.˚🪐⋆

tw: this is going to be a very deep post and will involve hard topics such as bullying, abuse, trauma, anxiety, social anxiety, addiction, drugs, alcohol, war, weight, obesity, eating disorders ⋆.˚🪐⋆

note: the entire chart matters. this is not based on nikola stojanovic’s degree theory it’s based on my numerstrology degree theory .⋆.˚🪐⋆

♄ saturn at 1°/10°/19°/28° · people with these degrees in their saturn will endure lots of challenging conflicts in their life. these are some of the more challenging degrees to have in your saturn numerically. these people may struggle with their confidence, being assertive, or being a leader. these things will all be something they struggle less with as they get older though. these people have to learn lots of karmic lessons surrounding controlling their temper and learning to be patient. if these people want anything in life they must work hard for it and they often learn this from a younger age due to their upbringing. these degrees in saturn are also common among those who got bullied. the positive to these degrees is that the people with them will be very hard working and determined people that don’t take no for an answer when they truly desire something such as success. another positive is it that they do often become wealthy at some point in their life since 1 is associated with the root chakra and the root chakra is associated with materialism. this especially applies to 28

♄ saturn at 2° · people with this degree in their saturn often have a hard time finding peace or struggle with feminine energies. this could be their own feminine energy and the struggle of taping into that side of them or it could be struggling when being surrounded by other people who have strong feminine energy because they tend to spread their negative energy toward you sometimes for no reason. similar to lilith in the 1st house, often the women with this placement especially, are bullied a lot or picked on by other women. this degree in saturn can make you extremely introverted, sensitive, and insecure compared to others too. the positive to this placement is that these people often have a very peaceful life after their first saturn return. these people would benefit from being in a career that’s more calm/peaceful or not working and being with someone who provides for them. they can be amazing writers or authors! i’ve also seen them do very well in careers where they’re caring for others or one that involves femininity in general

♄ saturn at 3°/12°/21° · people with these degrees in their saturn often do not have a fun upbringing and may have trauma surrounding their childhood. often they have an amazing since of humor because of their trauma though and tend to be some of the funniest people in the room. these people tend to have darker humor or say really out of pocket things, but it’s iconic honestly. since 3 is the number of socialization these people often hate socializing and can struggle with things like social anxiety a lot. these degrees are the worst for saturn when it comes to responsibility. these degrees in saturn can make you dislike being responsible. people with this placement may have been cheaters in a past life and now are reaping what they sow in regards to romance if they weren’t a good person in their previous life. the positive to these degrees in your saturn is that these people make great comedians, writers, and also they are very simple people that enjoy the little things which often creates more optimism in someone

♄ saturn at 4°/13° · people with these degrees in their saturn are some of the hardest workers that you’ll encounter. these people have to work hard for anything they want in life, but the pro is that they almost always get what they want when they do whereas there are some others without these degrees that may work hard at some things and still not succeed. these people do really well in jobs involving the law or crime such as being a lawyer, cop, criminal investigator, etc. in order for them to thrive in life they should create a consistent routine, only date people that are already stable independently without them/that don’t need their help emotionally/financially, and they shouldn’t be friends with people that are a bad influence. often these people aren’t born with natural intelligence like some where they can ace a test easily, they must study a lot and work harder to get to the top. they are very logical people though. at worst these people can be stubborn, jealous, or violent

♄ saturn at 5°/14°/23° · people with these degrees in their saturn are more likely to be irresponsible or unpredictable than the other saturn degrees. they tend to be rule breakers and love their freedom. these people can be troublemakers a lot of the time and may get fired from a lot of jobs when lower vibrational. something they can struggle with is their sex drive. you will commonly see this in the charts of people who are asexual since saturn can show where we feel a lack of something and 5 in numerology is associated with sex drive. the positive to these degrees in your saturn is that you likely have very beautiful bone structure, when you want something are restless and will never give up in getting it, and you are less prone to abusing substances such as alcohol or drugs. these people do very well in careers that involve the entertainment industry, sex/fertility, traveling, war, parties, or socializing in general. although these people don’t enjoy socializing a ton and have lots of insecurities around it (often social anxiety is common in these people) they can be good at doing so in their workplaces

♄ saturn at 6°/15°/24° · people with these degrees in their saturn may have trauma surrounding a lack of nurturing a love as a child. they may struggle to express love for this reason and feel uncomfortable receiving it in some ways. these can be hard degrees to have for friendship as well since saturn shows where we struggle a lot and 6 in numerology is associated with friendship. often they won’t have good and loyal friends until after their saturn return because of this. these people can struggle with their weight a lot. this could be in multiple ways not just obesity, but also with eating disorders. these degrees are also hard to have in saturn when it comes to intelligence. you may have a lower iq depending on the rest of your chart. although there is lots of hard attributes to these degrees in your saturn the positives can be that you will have a stable life after either your first or second saturn return and will have a great family of your own, loyal friends, and a devoted lover. this also indicates doing well in careers such as being a doctor, nurse, vet, farmer, wedding planner, etc

♄ saturn at 7°/16°/25° · people with these degrees in their saturn may struggle a lot mentally. this indicates having mental struggles due to the trauma in your past. these people also often have learning problems or disorders such as adhd, dyslexia, etc. these people may struggle a lot with their sexuality. i see this often in the charts of people who waited to come out late due to people in their lives such as their parents shaming them for the way they were born. many people i know with these degrees in their saturn struggle with anxiety (especially health anxiety), depression, or personality disorders such as bpd as well often due to being bullied (especially online) or abused. the positive to these placements though is that these people can work really well in careers involving technology or inventing. they can do really well as social media influencers, engineers, film editors, etc. they also make great teachers (especially history ones). these people personality wise can come off as cold, but often they’re really just extremely misunderstood. they enjoy being alone and sometimes have a low social battery

♄ saturn at 8°/17°/26° · people with these degrees in their saturn live a very karmic life. they would benefit from killing others with kindness as hurting others is something that will come back to them quickly. when they hurt others the karma comes back harsh and quick, but the same goes for when others hurt them. negative karma will come back to those who hurt these people quick. these people are often workhorses and when high vibrational can be very good people that do a lot for others, but when low vibrational can be overly controlling, abusive, cruel, vengeful, and possibly abuse their power in some situations. the positive to these degrees in your saturn though is that these people make amazing leaders and tend to be in higher positions of power both in general and in their workplace. they may not be wealthy or financially stable, until after their first saturn return though. these people need lots of balance in their lives, so they should never overwork themselves or be overly irresponsible either. they need a good balance of work and play or it can be damaging to their spirit. these people tend to have good judgment when it comes to analyzing other people as well. they would do well in careers involving politics, finances, business, influencing, etc

♄ saturn at 0°/9°/18°/27° · people with these degrees in their saturn often struggle in finding out who they really are and can struggle with things like personality disorders. these people are the most likely to struggle with addiction, although it’s a way to cope with their trauma. these people often just live really hard lives, but because of this they have a talent for turning their challenging emotions into beautiful art. they’re naturally really artistic people and creative. they’re naturally emotional people and very sensitive due to things that occurred in their childhood. they tend to be the black sheep’s of their family. the positive to these placements is that often these people live long and don’t pass until they’re really old. often from natural causes. they also can be very good at manifesting career opportunities into their life. they do best in careers such as being a singer, dancer, performer in general, actor, astrologer, tarot reader, etc. when you hurt these people they can be harsh sometimes and hold long grudges, but when you’re on their good side they’re very compassionate and romantic

♄ saturn at 11°/20°/29° · people with these degrees in their saturn can do really well in spiritual careers or careers where they can use their charisma. these degrees are common in general in the natal chart among people who are social media influencers, but saturn being one of the main planets they have it in if it’s long term social media fame since saturn represents stability, longevity, and work while 11 in numerology is associated with influence and charisma. they also do well as astrologers, tarot readers, numerologists, teachers, actors, artists, life coach, athlete, etc. this (11) is one of the main fame numbers, so you’ll see these degrees a lot in the charts of famous people. these specific placements indicate that someone is a very emotional person, but just keeps everything within and can struggle to express themselves emotionally. others may perceive it as lack of emotional intelligence when it really just is them not feelings the same ways others feel in certain situations where they know they’re supposed to because due to their trauma they can be numb in certain areas emotionally. this doesn’t mean they don’t want to try to understand others emotionally though. these people at their worst can be emotionally unstable though

♄ saturn at 22° · people with this degree in their saturn are naturally very wise people. they may often get told that they’re an old soul by many. they can struggle a lot with things like confidence, feeling restricted, or being over sensitive due to their trauma. when you’re on these peoples bad side they don’t mind burning bridges with you and can be ruthless as well as stubborn. when low vibrational they won’t like taking advice from others and won’t be open minded. they can also have ulterior motives at times. when higher vibrational these people will be open to lots of new experiences and learning many new things. they will also have good intentions with everything they do. these people tend to do well in careers involving crime, destroying, building, or sharing their wisdoms with others. they make great architects, body builders, gang leaders, cops, criminal investigators, marine biologists, construction workers, etc. these people (similar to saturn at 4°/13° people) are some of the hardest working people you’ll ever meet

© novy2sirius

[traffys-heart]

one piece men + dick hcs | nsfw

im back w something that no one asked for but i thought i would do something different to get the creative juices flowing again (*°ｰ°)ﾉ

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: virgin! loser! law, afab! reader, dick language idk

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monkey d. luffy

tip hex code: #fe9796

luffy's dick is canonically the largest in the one piece world according to an sbs but if it wasn't being stretched i would say 5.4 inches at full erection normally. he is quite average and enjoys any attention u give to the base. he doesn't have any prominent veins running along his shaft and some might say it looks like a strange mushroom...

roronoa zoro

tip hex code: #e6998f

zoro is beefy and his cock definitely reflects that as well. he's larger than his captain coming in at 6.6 inches, but his true quality would be the girth. he has a wonderful vein running along the underside of him that u swear u can feel when he's inside u despite his bashfulness abt the topic. and yes, he also has a trail of mossy pubic hair surrounding his shaft.

vinesmoke sanji

tip hex code: #feabab

sanji comes in at 7.1 so ig he can thank his dad for something. he is slimmer than zoro and has a slight curve to his shaft, however it feels amazing whenever he fucks u in doggy position or over the counter in the kitchen. his tip is incredibly sensitive and he often avoids touching it himself when he jacks off but if u kiss it when u go down on him he'll almost cum immediately.

portgas d. ace

tip hex code: #ff9090

ace probably won the genetic lottery for parents. he was also blessed w a big dick coming in at 7.0 inches. he has two veins that run on either side of him and despite his leaner build he has a notable girth. he has dark happy trail that welcomes u into his shorts and a bush he will never shave. he likes when u play w his balls.

sabo

tip hex code: #ffc1c1

sabo has a very polite appearance, but his dick is everything but that. he's 6.8 inches and the slapping noise when his cock hits his abdomen tells u ur not going on any missions any time soon. similar to his little brother he doesn't have any prominent veins, but his shaft is well proportioned. he is also very well groomed and takes care of his patch of darker blond curls.

eustass kid

tip hex code: #edb7b0

big guy is going to have a big dick okay i don't make the rules. it's 7.5 inches and angry u almost wanna yell at it when he whips it out. it's veiny and girthy and it's begging to be sucked. i think he would also have some piercings such as a king albert's piercing and ofc it was diy.

killer

tip hex code: #ebada5

just like his captain it's huge and far more intimidating than anything else u've ever seen. killer is 7.2 so he's slightly smaller, and he doesn't have any piercings, but don't worry what he lacks in comparison to kid he makes up in passion. his shaft curves to the left which works wonderfully when he gets u on ur side w on ur legs hooked over his shoulder rubbing on ur g-spot.

trafalgar d. law

tip hex code: #e8a39a

as much as i want to give this loser a shrimp dick i'll probably see riots in my inbox and i saw this really funny panel from one piece party where the gang compares his dick to zunesha so he's probably hung. he clocks in at 6.9 but lies and tells u it's 7 inches. he's also always wearing the tightest skinny jeans known to man in the anime and u never see anything there so i'm gonna assume he's a grower not a shower.

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[irisintheafterglow]

touya todoroki doesn't like talking. sure, he'll quip and joke and mock a dead horse until it's begging to be killed again, but discussing serious topics were as foreign to him as the next galaxy. not just about his family or his accident or his vendetta against endeavor, but he is the man of few words. physically, it tears his throat to speak for extended amounts of time, and emotionally, he's not the type to share his inner anguish at length.

so when he starts to murmur something in the darkest hours of the night, your head on his chest as he gently runs a fingertip in spirals on your bare back, you tense. and, since he never misses anything when it comes to you, he tenses too.

"something wrong?"

"no," you say too quickly, already aware of how you'd essentially blown up his train of thought. "nothing. keep going."

"you're lying," he mutters against your temple, his voice darker and sharper than whiskey. "thought we said no more lying."

"we also said you'd never end up back in my bed, yet here we are," you remark and there's a small puff of air when he huffs, amused. "it's nothing, really." your eyes fall shut and your body syncs to his breathing rhythm, on the verge of sleeping when he speaks so quietly, you could've missed what he said.

"i don't like when you say that." you blink slowly, fighting to stay awake.

"say what?"

"that something is nothing, like i'm supposed to ignore what you said."

"maybe it was something stupid that you don't need to worry about," you propose but he has none of it.

"then i'll be the judge of that." sighing, you prop yourself onto one elbow and look down at him, his lower half covered by your comforter and his upper body completely exposed. your thumb lightly brushes the seam of his burn scars, stalling in hopes that he'll forget what you were arguing about. he doesn't, of course. "so?"

"so what?"

"if you're gonna keep ogling me, you might as well say what you want to say," he smirks and you roll your eyes.

"ogling is such a strong word." your lips purse and you make to pull your hand away, but he's fast to grab your wrist and press your palm to his heart. it's a steady thump, thump, thump that you could recognize as his in any other world. "i'd say 'admiring' is a better word for it."

"you'd be the first to think so, sweetheart."

"you don't like when i ogle you?" you ask teasingly, your fingertips grazing his collarbone, over the spot that vaguely held the mark of your teeth.

"well, yeah," he confirms like it was written in neon graffiti on your bedroom walls. his eyes flick down to your hand as it caresses the mottled skin. "no one thinks this is pretty. 's just not the way the rest of the world works." his eyes flutter shut under the safety of your touch; something pangs in your chest and you suddenly have the urge to cry. "don't start with all that."

"how did you know--"

"you swallow and blink a lot when you're about to cry."

"but your eyes are--"

"i can imagine your eyelashes fluttering, dear, and you're too sensitive when it comes to me," he explains patiently, with only the slightest patronizing tone. cracking a single eye open, he pulls you back down to his body and presses his lips softly to your forehead. "don't cry for me. i'm not worth it."

"of course you're worth it," you insist and he scoffs. "maybe i'm not like the rest of the world, because i think you're beautiful." it's his turn to fall silent, unsure of how to respond to such blunt statements of adoration. "stop it."

"stop what?"

"stop...stopping," you shrug and he snorts.

"what are you on about?"

"stop not talking," you frown in spite of his smirk. "i want you to keep talking." his chest rises and falls beneath your ear, warm and nothing but yours. "please?"

"if you insist," he murmurs, "but only for you."

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i miss my bf again man...it's iris misses touya hours every hour

[earthisnice]

The Professor's Pet

Chaehyun x Male Reader

The sunlight filtered through the large windows of Seoul National University's literature department, casting a warm glow on the aged wooden desks. As I, the new English literature professor, stepped into the room, I was greeted by a chorus of whispers and curious glances from the students. Among them, a striking figure caught my eye—Chaehyun, a petite Korean girl with brunette hair and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She was 18, the perfect age of innocence and curiosity.

Our first encounter was during office hours. Chaehyun strolled into my office, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and a knee-length skirt, her feet adorned with delicate black stockings. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"Professor," she began, her voice soft yet confident, "I need help with my essay on erotic literature."

"Erotic literature, huh?" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's a bit... taboo, isn't it?"

She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Maybe, but I find it fascinating."

Over the next few weeks, our meetings became more frequent, and the topic of our discussions veered towards the explicit. I found myself drawn to her innocence, her eagerness to learn about the darker side of human desire. One day, as she sat across from me, her foot tapping nervously on the floor, I decided to take a risk.

"You know, Chaehyun," I said, my voice low, "sometimes words aren't enough to express certain... feelings."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't look away. "What do you mean, Professor?"

I stood up, walked over to her, and placed my hands on the arms of her chair. Leaning in, I whispered, "I think you know what I mean."

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching slightly. "I... I think I do."

Our first kiss was tentative, a soft pressing of lips that quickly deepened into something more passionate. Her hands gripped my shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock.

I broke away, my breath ragged. "Do you like that, Chaehyun?"

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, Professor."

I smiled, my hands moving to her blouse. "Good. Because I'm going to make you feel so much more."

I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace bra and the soft curves of her breasts. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was arching her back, her fingers tangled in my hair. I pinched her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she was squirming in her seat.

"Professor," she gasped, "that feels... that feels so good."

I grinned, my cock throbbing in my pants. "We're just getting started, sweetheart."

I unzipped her skirt, sliding my hands up her thighs. She was wet, her panties soaked through. I rubbed her clit through the fabric, making her moan and grind against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around me.

"Fuck, Chaehyun," I groaned, "you're so wet."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "I want to taste you, Professor."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Is that so?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes. Please."

I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. It was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I guided her head towards it, and she tentatively licked the tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair.

"That's it, Chaehyun," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. "Take it all in."

She hesitated for a moment before taking more of me into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft. I could feel her teeth scraping gently against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I looked down at her, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes looking up at me with a mix of innocence and desire. It was almost too much.

I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, warm mouth. She gagged slightly, but I didn't stop. I wanted to feel her throat constrict around me, to feel her struggle and submit.

"Fuck, Chaehyun," I grunted, "you're a natural."

I pulled her off my cock, her lips glistening with saliva. I turned her around, bending her over the desk. I could see her ass, her pussy peeking out from her soaked panties. I slapped her ass, making her jump.

"Naughty girl," I said, my voice stern. "You like that, don't you?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, Professor."

I slipped her panties off, throwing them to the side. I rubbed her pussy, feeling her wetness coating my fingers. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot. She moaned, her body writhing against my hand.

"You're so fucking wet, Chaehyun," I growled. "I can't wait to fuck this tight little pussy."

I slipped my cock into her, feeling her tight heat envelop me. She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. I thrust into her, making her moan and push back against me. I could feel her juices coating my cock, making it slippery and wet.

I leaned over her, my hand wrapping around her throat. I could feel her pulse racing, her heartbeat thrumming against my palm. I squeezed gently, making her moan.

"You're mine, Chaehyun," I said, my voice harsh. "Say it."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "I'm yours, Professor."

I smiled, my cock throbbing inside her. "That's a good girl."

I flipped her over, making her sit on my cock. I could feel her pussy gripping me, her muscles clenching around my shaft. She rode me, her body moving in a rhythm that drove me wild. I could feel her tits bouncing with each movement, her nipples hard and erect. I reached up, pinching them, making her moan.

"Faster, Chaehyun," I grunted. "Fuck me faster."

She complied, her body moving like a well-oiled machine. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I pulled her off my cock, making her groan in protest. I turned her around, making her kneel in front of me. I grabbed her head, guiding her mouth to my cock. She took me in, her mouth sliding down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat. I could feel her gag, her throat constricting around my cock. It was fucking incredible.

I thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat. She made choking noises, her eyes watering with tears. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

"I'm going to cum, Chaehyun," I grunted. "Swallow it all."

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination. I could feel my cock pulsing, my cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, her throat working around my cock.

I pulled out of her mouth, my cock glistening with her saliva. I could see her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good girl," I said, my voice soft. "You did so well."

I helped her up, my hands wrapping around her waist. I could see the marks of my fingers on her skin, the redness of her lips. She looked like she had been well-fucked, and I was damn proud of that fact.

I escorted her out of my office, my arm wrapped around her shoulders. As we walked down the hallway, I could feel the eyes of the other students on us, their whispers following us like a shadow. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the woman by my side, her body still humming with pleasure, her eyes still filled with desire.

[rainrot4me]

Run Rabbit Run - Chapter 2

“Spill Your Guts”

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── .✦ do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. dividers by me.

MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS

✦ . Summary: Masky wants answers, Tim wants out, and you’re caught in the middle—gasping for breath, fighting to stay afloat.

✦ . Characters: Masky x Genderneutral Reader, Ticci Toby, Hoody

✦ . Warning: Torture, interrogation tactics, kidnapping, waterboarding, intense water torture, descriptive themes of torture using water, suffocation, violence, mental distress

✦ . Words: 5.2k

✦ . Note: A month later, whoops! Sorry for the long wait, finals are currently kicking my ass!! But soon I'll have all summer to write, so stay prepared! Thank you for waiting patiently and interacting with this story. More to come!

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Eight days.

You had been here eight days, almost nine, if you’d counted right.

You wouldn’t have been able to keep track if it wasn’t for the tiny cracked window on the wall opposite your position. It was mostly overgrown with weeds and roots from the yard outside, but sunlight brushed through nonetheless.

The basement stank of mold and old iron—like rusted blood soaked into the concrete decades ago and never properly scrubbed clean. It clung to the back of your throat, making every breath feel like swallowing something metallic. The walls were stained with water damage and something darker, something you didn’t want to think about too hard. The exposed brick had split in places, and heavy wooden beams above you groaned as if the house itself wanted you to know it was watching.

A single, flickering bulb hung overhead, swinging slowly from some unseen breeze. It cast warped shadows on the walls, long and bending, and in those first few days, you always mistook the shapes as something sneaking up on you. Someone always seemed to be standing in the corner of your eye. But when you turned your head, there was never anyone there.

Except for the footsteps.

They came and went above you every few hours or so. Pacing. Stopping. Whispering just loud enough that you could hear tones but not words. Mocking, maybe. Discussing. Debating. The sound of boots on rotting wood. The metallic jingle of keys. Sometimes laughter, ear-piercingly high-pitched and unnerving.

Sometimes the scream of something that wasn’t human.

Your wrists were raw beneath the cuffs (your cuffs, the ones that always stayed clasped to your belt loop), the skin split in places where the cold metal had dug too deep when you tried to shift your weight. They’d bound your hands high to an old water pipe running across the basement wall. The pipe itself groaned like it was tired of bearing your weight. You almost hoped it would give out—just for a moment of change, a break in the stillness.

Your stomach growled for the third time that hour. They didn’t starve you. Not quite. But they didn’t feed you on any kind of schedule, either. A figure from the top of the stairs tossed a protein bar toward your feet the night before, and you’d eaten it like a starving dog, fingers trembling. You hated how weak you felt. You hated that you were shaking.

There were more than just those three staying in this place. You couldn’t count the steps, couldn’t differentiate who was who, but at least they weren’t aiming towards the door at the top of the staircase leading down here.

You were a cop. You’d trained for hostage situations, interrogation tactics, and mental endurance. You knew how to assess a scene, pick apart a suspect, and survive under pressure.

But you hadn’t trained for this.

You hadn’t trained for the way he’d looked at you—the one in the white mask. Masky, they’d called him during the chaos of the station raid. Not Tim, not then, at least.

Tim was buried somewhere under that thing.

And the others… the tall one in a worn yellow hoodie, the twitchy one with the goggles—they hadn’t given names. You pieced together that they had relations to Tim, whether familial or otherwise, you weren’t sure yet. But they watched you like you were something between a curiosity and a zoo animal.

You had no idea what they wanted.

And that was terrifying.

Was this still about the interrogation? About what you’d said to Tim? Had you pushed too far, struck some nerve that shattered what little control he had left? Or was it something else? Something worse?

The truth sat like a weight on your chest: you didn’t know the rules of this game.

And if you didn’t learn them soon, you were going to die down here.

Your jaw ached from clenching it too long. You tried to breathe evenly, to stay grounded. Cop mode. Strategic. Alert. You repeated your training in your head like a mantra: Control the breath. Slow the heart rate. Assess threats. Maintain leverage. But all of that logic meant nothing when the shadows started crawling toward you at night—when the silence in the room whispered things it shouldn’t know.

When you swore, sometimes, that the walls were… breathing.

And still, the worst part of all of it was the silence that came after the footsteps.

When they stopped walking above you.

When the whispers ceased.

When you knew one of them had decided it was time to come downstairs. All the tension broiled in your body, like a hot rock sitting in the pit of your gut. You clung to yourself, your position strained from the handcuffs, tucking your legs as close to your chest as you could get them.

The steps were slow. Deliberate. Wood groaning beneath heavy boots as they descended one by one. No rush. No urgency. Whoever was coming wanted you to hear every creak, every echo, wanted you to feel their approach like a countdown.

The basement door at the top of the stairs opened with a hiss of rusted hinges. A brief shaft of dim hallway light spilled in, casting a silhouette at the landing. Then it closed again, swallowing you both in half-darkness.

You heard him before you saw him—something about the cadence of his breath, steady but sharp, like a wolf pacing unseen in the treeline. Then boots hit concrete. Slow. Measured.

A figure stepped into the flickering halo of the hanging bulb.

Tall. Broad-shouldered beneath a dark hoodie zipped to the throat. A black fabric mask obscured his face, stained and dirty like it had been worn through hell and dragged back again. A distinct frown was painted in red across the fabric. His hands were shoved deep into the front pocket of the hoodie. He didn’t move further once he entered the light. Didn’t speak.

He just stood there.

Something about the way he watched you made your skin crawl, not wild or frantic like the twitchy one from earlier, but cold. Calculating. Still. Like he could see things about you you didn’t even know yet.

The air felt heavier under his gaze, like the basement itself had shrunk, pulling the walls closer until the shadows pressed in around you. You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to shrink deeper against the pipe. Beads of sweat pooled at your brow, doing nothing to help the already disgusting feel of grime covering your skin.

He tilted his head slowly, almost curiously. Still silent. Still unmoving.

“…You going to kill me, or are we just staring at each other all night?” You rasped, trying to keep your voice steady despite the dryness in your throat.

The man didn’t react at first. Then, in a voice so low it barely stirred the air, he spoke:

“…How’d you do it?”

The words slithered out from behind the mask, more statement than question.

You frowned. “Do what?”

Another pause. His head straightened again, but he didn’t answer. Didn’t fidget. He stepped closer—just once, deliberate—and the floor creaked beneath his weight.

“How’d you break him?”

Your breath hitched. “…Tim?”

A faint shift of his head. Affirmation.

You stared back at him, confused. “I—I didn’t—”

“You did.” His voice sharpened like a blade. “Stop lying. Answer the question.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t do anything. I just… talked.”

He stepped closer again. The shadows stretched behind him like they were tethered to his heels. His presence pressed down harder, suffocating.

“…No one just talks him loose,” he murmured, more to himself than you. “Something got in. You let it in.”

The weight of his stare made you want to recoil, but you held your ground. “I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stood there, breathing quietly and even, head tilting again as if he was watching something beneath your skin. As if he could decipher the truth in your words just from facial expressions alone.

Then the door at the top of the stairs burst open with a loud bang. Your body jumped out of your skin, the man in front of you didn’t move an inch.

“Ooooh, you’re finally tal-talking to ‘em, huh?”

The new voice was bright and scratchy. High-pitched and grating against the stuttering in-between syllables. The rapid thud of boots clattered down the steps, and a figure practically bounced into the basement light.

Another mask—just covering his nose and mouth, made from thick metal. Hood pulled tight over messy brown curls. Goggles perched haphazardly atop the head. A hatchet swung lazily in his gloved hand as he approached.

“Come on now. No need to look-look so upset,” he grit, elbowing the other man in the ribs—not that it made him flinch at all. “They’re gonna think you’re some kind of freak or somethin’, Hoody.” If it was meant to be some play at the frown on his mask, he didn’t think it was very comical.

“…Funny.” Hoody replied quietly, his gaze never leaving you.

The new guy snorted. “Ha! Right. And how’s the bi-big bad officer doin’?”

He strode right up to you, crouching low so he was nearly eye level. The grin behind the mask widened. “Did you reveal all of your deepest darkest secrets?”

You tensed, pressing back as far as the cuffs allowed. His nearness radiated against your skin, the jerks of his muscles and limbs making your recess further into yourself. The only human thing about him seemed to be the dull brown of his irises, contrasting hard with the sickly gray of his skin.

“I didn’t—”

“Didn’t? Oh, no no no,” he waggled a gloved finger, voice sing-song. “See, you sho-should be dead. Real dead, y’know? But somethin’ you did made Mas-Masky want to bring you back here.”

“Toby.” A warning from the hooded man.

Toby didn’t seem to care, not even casting him a glance. “So why don’t you just sa-save us all some time, and fess up. I’d really like to get on with that you-being-dead thing—”

“Why am I here?” you demanded, your voice cracking despite your effort to stay firm. “What do you people want from me?”

Toby’s smile grew in the crease of his eyes. “Oh, that’s the million-dollar question, ain’t it? But m-me? I just wanna have fun.” He leaned in closer, head tilting. “Hoody’s the one with the que-questions. Me? I’m just here for the show.”

Hoody’s shadow loomed just behind him, silent, unmoving. Watchful as ever.

“…How’d you do it?” Hoody repeated, softer this time.

The two masks stared at you—one blank and cold, the other wild and grinning. You weren’t sure which one terrified you more. You knew their names now, had the ability to tack them with aliases if you ever came into contact with your station again. If. You had to get out of this place first—

The sound of another door opening. Heavier footsteps. Slower. Measured.

Something shifted. The air thickened. No, solidified—like a weight pressing down on your chest, as if the very atmosphere had grown teeth and was leaning in to bite. Even Toby’s manic bounce faltered, his grin twitching down for a fleeting second as he glanced up toward the stairs.

“…Looks like your boyfriends here,” Toby hummed, his voice oddly subdued. He rocked back on his heels, fingers twitching against the handle of his hatchet. “Fi-Finally got over himself, hmm?”

Hoody finally lifted his gaze. His head tilted slightly, watching the landing above with that same eerie, unreadable stillness. His shoulders rolled back, not out of tension, but acknowledgement of the newcomer.

You heard the tread of boots descending. Each step landed with the kind of weight that didn’t need to announce itself; it simply was. A steady, inescapable rhythm. Like the ticking of a clock counting down toward something inevitable.

The light above flickered, shadows stretching across the basement walls—long, spidery, warped like claws scraping the concrete. The bulb buzzed, dimmed, brightened again in a sickly pulse of yellow-white. You could practically feel the bile turning in your gut.

A figure appeared at the base of the stairs.

That mask, white, cracked at the temple, black markings around the eyes. His mask. He brandished it with an unfamiliar jacket, too. The yellowed leather was torn and creased in spots from age, other bits from struggle.

A breath caught in your throat. For a moment—just a single, fragile moment—you felt a flicker of something foolish and desperate bloom inside your chest. A recognition or familiarity, something you could cling to.

“Tim,” you whispered before you could stop yourself, voice hoarse, raw from disuse.

He stopped dead still at the bottom step. Slowly, his head turned toward you, the mask shifting just enough to let the light catch deep voids of his eyes. There was that drawing feeling again, like they were sucking you in. Black holes, you decided, that’s the difference between Masky and Tim. 

For a fleeting heartbeat, you thought you could see him hesitate. But there was nothing there. Nothing soft, nothing human, nothing left of the man you hoped to see.

“…Don’t call me that.”

The words were quiet. But they fell with the weight of a hammer.

Not the same voice. Not the soft uncertainty you’d heard in the interview room. This voice was steel dragged across asphalt. Rusted iron wrapped in splinters.

Your lips parted, but the sound came out smaller this time. “Masky.”

He stepped down the last stair, boots planting solidly on the concrete. Each movement deliberate, economical. The flickering light swung overhead, casting him in alternating stripes of gold and shadow as he crossed into the room.

Every step he took made the walls feel closer. Like the basement itself was shrinking, folding in around you, the air curling tight against your skin. You felt your pulse thudding beneath your jaw, too loud, too fast, filling your ears with a hollow rushing sound.

“Out,” Masky said. The command wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. 

Toby’s eyebrows lifted. “Aw, come on—”

“Out.”

That single word sharpened, slicing the air like a blade.

Hoody was already moving, slipping toward the stairs without a backward glance. Toby lingered longer, swinging his hatchet lightly by the handle, his grin creeping back in a flicker of defiance.

“…Yeah, yeah, alright,” he muttered, backing away. “Don’t get your pa-pants in a twist.” He paused at the stairs, casting one last look at you over his shoulder. “Have fuuuun.”

The door creaked shut behind them.

Silence fell.

Masky stood a few feet from you, his hands loose at his sides. The mask tilted slightly, the faintest gesture, like a bird considering its prey. You forced yourself to meet that gaze. Forced yourself to speak through the raw scrape in your throat. “You’re angry,” you whispered. “I get it. But whatever you think I did… I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.”

The words hit like the slam of a cell door.

Your mouth clamped shut.

“I don’t want excuses,” he said. His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. There was no space for escalation here; his quiet was sharper than a shout. “I don’t want your sympathy. I want the truth.”

“I told you the truth—”

“No.”

He stepped closer. And the basement somehow shrunk again. The light above hummed louder.

“You think you told me the truth,” he continued. “You think you’re innocent. But something about what you said to Tim… messed everything up.”

“I was just doing my job—”

“Don’t.”

A single syllable. Sharper this time. Cutting. His head tilted again, the shadows from his mask deepening across his face.

“You don’t get to hide behind your badge down here.”

Your heart hammered harder. You could feel it beating at the base of your throat, a frantic bird battering its wings against a cage.

“What… what do you want me to say?”

He stared at you. The silence stretched so thin you thought it might snap. The water pipes creaked somewhere deep inside the walls, a groaning sound that made your skin crawl.

“I want to know what’s inside your head,” Masky said quietly. “And if you won’t tell me willingly—” He turned, walking away across the basement. Each step echoed off the concrete, hollow and final.

He stopped beside an old utility sink bolted into the far wall. Above it, a rusted metal pipe twisted down from the ceiling, a battered hose clamped beneath the spigot. A dented bucket sat beneath the drain, stains lining its interior like old scars. He opened the spigot. A slow, steady trickle of water began to pour, pattering softly against the bottom of the bucket.

You stared. Your chest tightened. The drip-drip-drip filled the space like the ticking of a clock. Counting down.

“…What are you doing?”

No answer.

Masky unhooked the hose, testing the nozzle in his hand. He turned it off, rolled his shoulders back, and turned toward you again. Slowly. Deliberately. His boots whispered against the floor as he approached, each step heavy with intention.

“You’ve done interrogations before,” Masky said. His voice was low, almost conversational. “You know how this works.”

A cold blade slid beneath your ribs, spreading wide. “Masky… Masky, listen—”

He crouched beside you. Set the bucket down near your feet. The water inside sloshed softly, ripples lapping against the metal rim.

“I’m giving you a chance,” he said quietly. “Tell me before it gets worse.”

“Masky, please—” He pulled a folded cloth from his hoodie pocket.  

“How does it feel to be on the other side of things? Hm?” Masky murmured. He stood again and looped the cloth behind your head, pressing it down across your face.

Panic detonated inside your chest, a flood of cold electricity that made every muscle seize.

“No—no, please, please don’t—”

“Quit pleading. I want answers, not crying.”

The water splashed.

The first pour wasn’t much, barely a cup’s worth. But it was enough. Enough to fill your nose, your mouth, to cling to the fibers of the cloth like a second skin. Enough to make your body forget logic, forget that you could breathe if you just waited.

Your lungs spasmed. Your throat convulsed. You kicked wildly, the cuffs biting deeper into your wrists. A scream clawed its way up your throat but died beneath the soaked fabric.

Then air tore into you, burning and sharp. The cloth peeled back just enough to let it scrape down your throat. You coughed hard, body heaving, tears stinging your eyes.

“Talk now?” Masky’s voice, above you. Calm. Steady.

“I—I don’t know—” you gasped between broken gulps. “I swear—I swear—”

A hum of acknowledgement.

The cloth pressed down again.

“No—NO—”

The water came again.

Harder this time. A rush. A flood. Filling your mouth, your nose, burrowing down your throat, soaking the fibers tight against your skin. The panic doubled. Tripled. Your body fought itself, every instinct screaming breathe, breathe, breathe—

A hand pressed against your chest. Holding you steady. Holding you down.

The water stopped.

You were sobbing now. You didn’t realize it until the cloth lifted again and air slashed back into your lungs.

“Please…” you choked out, voice shredded, broken. “Please, I don’t know—”

He crouched again. Mask level with your blurred, tear-streaked gaze.

“…You do,” he whispered. “Maybe you don’t realize it yet, but you’ve ruined all the progress I made. I need to know what it is before it rips him apart.”

He stood.

“…And you’re going to tell me.”

The cloth pressed down again. Your instincts finally kicked into high gear, all the adrenaline pumping to your head and making you dizzy. Your heart pounded so violently it felt like your ribs were vibrating, straining against skin and bone.

“Please—please don’t—” you gasped, voice raw, broken, chest heaving under the weight of his hand. “Tim—Tim, please—”

That name cut the air like a blade.

His hand froze for a heartbeat. A flicker and his grip loosened—not enough to let you go, but enough to make you feel it, the hesitation.

“…Tim…” you whispered again, desperate, clinging to his pause.

The reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath and the cloth ripped away. Before you could even process relief—

“Motherfucker.” His voice snapped like a whip, low and lethal, vibrating with something too big to contain.

Then—

SLAM.

His palm cracked against the back of your head, jerking your neck forward so fast your teeth clacked together.

“DON’T YOU DARE—” The words tumbled out ragged, furious, hoarse with something deeper than anger.

Your face collided with cold metal, the bucket’s rim bit into your collarbone, scraping skin. The water rose up to meet you, or you pushed down to meet it. Either way, it swallowed your mouth, your nose, your eyes all at once, shocking you breathless before you could even scream.

You thrashed. Hard.

Kicking, twisting, slamming your legs against the chair’s legs, pulling against the ropes until they burned into your wrists. But his hand pressed harder. Flattened over your skull, shoved you down, forcing you deeper, until your cheek scraped the bottom of the bucket and cold wrapped around your scalp like a noose.

Above the surface, his voice snarled, cracking apart:

“You piece of shit. Will Tim save you now? Huh?!” It didn’t sound like him anymore. Didn’t sound like anything human. “Never beg for his help.”

The water roared inside your ears. The cold leached into your skin, your bones, your chest. Your lungs seized in a locked spasm. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t—

Your mouth opened under the water, reflexive, desperate. The cold spilled in. You choked on it, gagged, coughed bubbles that danced uselessly up the sides of the bucket. You kicked harder and your knees jerked up, knocking against the hard pavement. Your arms locked behind you, strained from the cuffs and nearly tearing the muscles in your shoulders.

Your whole body strained toward air, toward light, toward anything above the rim of that bucket. But his grip wouldn’t let go. Above the roaring in your ears, you heard his breathing, like he was barely holding onto something himself.

Your chest burned, your throat convulsed, spots bloomed behind your closed eyelids. The world narrowed down to cold and pressure and the hammering of your own heartbeat growing weaker—slower—fainter—

You kicked again. A sluggish, trembling spasm. Then again.

Then… slower.

Your legs twitched once. Twice.

Stopped.

Your hands unclenched, fingers going slack against the cuffs. The fight drained out of you, sinking deeper than the water could reach.

The last air in your lungs trickled out in a weak stream of bubbles, swirling toward the surface you couldn’t reach.

I’m going to die, you thought.

He yanked you up.

The world exploded back into sound and light and air, jagged and violent.

You gasped—a huge, ragged gulp that tore down your throat like broken glass. You coughed hard, doubling forward against the chair, sputtering, choking, water gushing from your nose and mouth in messy streams down your chin, your chest.

Your whole body shook, wracked with shivers, every nerve buzzing between numbness and raw sensation.

“Look at me,” he barked.

Your head jerked back, his hand tangled in your hair, yanking you upright.

“Look at me!”

You blinked through tears and water, vision warping around his mask looming too close, too bright under the flickering light. The smudged black lines on the porcelain warped with your dizziness, his eye holes obscuring his pupils in the shadows.

“Don’t… don’t you ever call me him again,” he snarled, his voice breaking at the edges. His chest heaved. His fingers trembled where they knotted in your hair.

“He’s not here.” His breath hitched. “He’s gone.” A crack ran through the mask’s voice, thin and sharp as splintering glass. “He doesn’t get to come out again. I won’t let him.”

His hand stayed tight. Holding your head up. His forehead dipped lower, almost brushing yours, the mask trembling faintly like it wasn’t fully settled on his skin.

“…He’s not coming to save you. No matter how bad he wants to.” Maybe it was the water rushing from your eardrums, but it didn’t feel like Masky was speaking to you anymore. Moreso reminding Tim exactly what he couldn’t do, taunting him.

His hand stayed curled in your hair, knuckles white around the strands, holding you suspended between him and the now-soaked concrete beneath your knees. The mask tilted slightly, studying you.

You shivered. Your chest heaved with another wet, rattling cough. You couldn’t stop trembling, couldn’t lift your arms, couldn’t even lift your gaze higher than his throat, watching it rise and fall beneath the collar of his jacket.

“…You really don’t know, do you,” he said lowly. Not a question, but a quiet, tired certainty.

The mask tipped closer, inspecting your face like it was some puzzle he couldn’t solve. His breathing slowed, almost cautious.

“…You’re empty.”

He sounded… almost disappointed. Almost bitter.

A pause stretched between you. Heavy. Uncomfortable.

“…He listened to you.” The words were more for himself than you. Muttered under his breath, rough at the edges, strangled by something bigger than frustration.

He exhaled sharply, a sound halfway between a laugh and a growl, and finally let go of your hair.

You slumped forward, too weak to catch yourself, forehead bumping softly against the bucket’s rim.

Above you, his shadow shifted.

“Pathetic,” he muttered, but the insult didn’t quite reach you—it felt aimed elsewhere, lingering bitter in his throat.

A hand dragged down his mask’s jawline, fingertips curling tight into the edges like he was tempted to tear it off, to claw his way out from under it.

“…You don’t even realize what you’ve done,” he said, quieter now.

You barely moved. Barely breathing from the leftover panic still thrumming in your veins. He watched you for another long moment. His fingers tapped twice against the mask’s cheek, a nervous tic, a jagged rhythm.

“Try anything,” he warned, his voice suddenly sharper again, snapping back like a rubber band stretched too far, “and I’ll make sure next time you don’t come back up.”

But even as he said it, something in him sounded… tired. Frustrated. Not just with you, but himself. With the part of him clawing underneath his skin, rattling the cage.

He turned sharply, walking away. His boots thudded against the floor, fast, uneven. A muffled curse under his breath. A fist slamming against the wall.

Leaving you dripping, shivering, folded over the bucket’s rim like a ragdoll.

Alone, except for the faint sound of him pacing in the dark. And the faint, cracking whisper of a name caught somewhere beneath the mask.

── .✦

It was nighttime before you realized it.

The basement walls pressed in closer now, heavy with damp and shadows. That single bulb swung overhead, its weak light sputtering every so often, throwing shapes across the floor that made your stomach twist.

Masky had left soon after, falling quiet and stomping up the stairs and out of sight.

Your throat still burned raw. Your lungs still fought every breath, shallow and rasping. The wet chill in your police uniform clung stubbornly to your skin, leeching warmth from your bones. Your head ached. Your wrists throbbed against the cuffs.

The silence was the worst. It wasn't peaceful. Wasn’t quiet. It had a weight to it. A pulse. Like something lurking just outside the edge of your hearing, breathing with you, waiting for you to forget it was there.

You drifted in and out.

The sound hit like a gunshot.

BANG.

The door upstairs slammed open, rattling the hinges so violently you flinched hard, your whole body jolting back to painful awareness.

Heavy boots stomped across the floorboards above then clattered down the stairs.

“Hey, hey, hey—” A voice, sing-song and scratchy. Your pulse spiked.

The basement door flung open, light flooding down in a blinding wash. Toby stood in the doorway, grinning wide under the goggles and mask, his head tilted at a crooked angle.

“Rise and shine,” he chirped.

You shrank back instinctively, your raw throat scraping out a hoarse, useless sound, but Toby’s grin didn’t falter.

He strode across the floor, crouched beside you, humming under his breath as his gloved hands fumbled at the cuffs. “Lemme just—yeah, that’s it—don’t squirm, makes it harder—”

“W-what—” you rasped, but your voice cracked, barely audible.

Toby clicked his tongue. “Ah-ah, don’t wa-worry your pretty lil’ head, okay? Big night ahead.” The cuffs snapped loose. Your arms fell limply forward, muscles screaming as circulation returned.

Before you could move, Toby grabbed you under the arms and hauled you roughly to your feet.

“Whoa, you’re light!” he laughed, half-dragging, half-carrying you toward the stairs. “You been ski-skipping meals down here? Not cool. Gotta keep your strength up for the fun parts.”

You stumbled, legs barely holding. “Toby—please—where are we going?”

He didn’t answer, just hummed again, cheerfully off-key, rocking his head side to side as he climbed the stairs with you slung under one arm like a bag of laundry.

“Toby—” Now that you knew his name, you were going to use it. Humanizing someone was always the best option for bribery. It didn’t seem to affect the boy at all, though.

He kicked the basement door shut behind you, the echo slamming down like a final nail in a coffin. Your feet dragged over the floorboards, catching on loose nails, splinters biting your soles through soaked socks.

“Boss thou-thought it would be good for Masky,” Toby finally spoke again, conversational like he was discussing the weather. “Letting you tag along, y’know.”

Your chest constricted. “Tag…along…?”

“Yeah.” His grin widened. “Boss has a job for us tonight. Ex-Extermination ’er something.” He paused. Tilted his head again.

“You’re coming too.” The way he said it—coming wasn’t an invitation. It wasn’t a choice.

You stared at him, dread pooling deep and cold in your gut. “Boss?” you whispered.

Toby’s smile sharpened. He leaned closer, his voice dropping low, sing-song fading into something more hoarse.

“…Boss wants to see ho-how well Masky can hold Tim back. Since you messed up all th-the progress.”

He tapped his temple twice with two fingers, a mock salute.

“Boss thinks it’s time to test ya.” He grinned again, his eyes creasing at the ends. “Hope you’re ready, sweetheart.”

The front door creaked open ahead of you both. Cold night air drifted in, sharp and metallic. Beyond the threshold, the dark woods waited. And somewhere unseen, something was watching.

“She’s he-here!.” In the distance, you saw the figures shifting against the treeline, two horrifying silhouettes against the dense underbrush starting at the forest-edge.

Masky and Hoody waited for the both of you.

Toby’s voice was almost a whisper now, but it crawled under your skin like ice. “Let’s not keep him waiting, yeah?”

The door swung shut.

And he dragged you out into the night.

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[knight-a3]

Heavenbound AU

Hazbin Masterpost

Mimzy

Mimsy was an interesting one to work on. I wanted to make sure she looked inhuman like the other characters, but without making too big of a change. Canon Mimzy basically just has the black eyes and sharp teeth.

She's apparently loosely based off a chicken, which is why she has a hooked nose. But I knew pretty early on that I wanted to use peacock colors. It also helps increase the color variety of the cast by reducing the red.

More notes under the cut

Face: I gave her face markings that resemble running mascara, because I figured she wanted to be a showgirl or movie star or something. But she kept getting rejected, so she cried a lot. And apparently "mimsy" was a word coined by Lewis Carroll and is a blend of "miserable" and "flimsy".

She has vampire fangs for two reasons:

1. She leeches off others. Alastor was missing for 7 years, and the first thing she does is dump her problems on him.

2. In the 1920s, there was an equivalent to femme fetale called "Vamp". Vamps were more or less extra promiscuous versions of flappers.

Hair: An iconic 1920s hairstyle was finger waves. I made them a bit loose, because I didn't like how it looked plastered to her head.

I know she has a tattoo in the show, but I don't know how important it is for her to have it. So I just didn't bother with it. If it becomes significant, I'll add it back in.

Mimzy said that she and Alastor ran in the same circles while they were alive. He frequented the club that she sang at. But she also sounds like she's from New York, so I'm not sure how/why they ended up in the same place.

She died in the 1920s in her late 20s or early 30s. Not sure how she died.

1920s fashion--

I'll try to keep this brief. You know the stereotypical flapper dress? With the fringes? That wasn't really a thing. The style was slim, dropped waist, and no curves. The clothes weren't heavily tailored and just draped over the body like a potato sack. Fringes happened occasionally, but not often. More common was beading, pleats, tiers, and ruffles. The skirts were shorter than in previous generations, but they were still below the knee. Sometimes the stockings would be rolled down so the edge was visible--Scandalous!

While I appreciate the body diversity with Mimzy, she is honestly not an ideal choice to show off 1920s fashion. Plus sized women could utilize vertical lines to help create the illusion of thinness. So I changed canon Mimzy's film strip motif and made it vertical instead. Historically, the top would not be so form fitting, but I'm claiming that modern influences got to her a little bit. But in her human design, I'm claiming it's just stylized.

The stereotypical flapper dress better resembles showgirls and lingerie, imo. Not entirely sure what to think of that, but there it is.

Makeup--There are two makeup styles to go over. Regular and movies.

Regular is fairly straight forward. Pale skin. Black eyeshadow(or a color that matched the eyes). Thin, pencil-drawn eyebrows that look kinda sad. Lips with an emphasized cupid's bow. Rosy blush on the center of the cheeks.

Movie makeup: I went down a rabbit hole with this topic. It gets pretty interesting, but I am simplifying a lot. I also only know the basics.

The 20s was a transition period of the types of film used. There was the older orthochromatic/blue-sensitive film, which struggled to pick up warmer colors. Reds ended up darker than they really were, and tended to emphasize facial blemishes. This was counteracted by lighting and makeup. They used Arc lights, which gave off a blue-green light, were noisy, and hard on the actor's eyes.

The idea was basically to wash everything in blue light, to counter any reds present. Then they just had to worry about values. White or creme makeup was used to even out the skin tone (At least for white people, didn't find anything for other skin tones, but I imagine the basic idea would be similar). Then dark blues were used to contour the face, enhance definition/contrast, and mimic blush. Light blues would act as highlights. The lips would vary based on if you wanted a natural look or not. Greens and yellows could get a natural to dark lipstick appearance. If red was used, it could only get a dark lipstick look. Overall, the actors would have looked pretty weird.

If regular makeup colors were used, then everything would end up looking too dark.

Panchromatic film started becoming more widespread by the late 1920s. It had a wider range of sensitivity(but was still more blue sensitive than the human eye, which is more yellow sensitive. Reds were difficult for film even into the 21st century. That could lead me into a tangent about the Raimi Spiderman films, but I'll hold it in). They were able to switch to incandescent lighting, which were quieter(important for the rise of "talkies") and easier to maintain. The way makeup was previously used in movies was essentially invalidated.

(Below)I'm not sure what type of film the left side was designed for exactly, possibly panchromatic(because the green and purple is an interesting choice) or early color. But the right side is for blue-sensitive films.

I guess I bring this up because it's interesting, and helps me justify her blue-green color scheme.

I think that's everything relevant.

(Feb 17, 2025- moved the human Mimzy picture to be above the cut)

[rosesnbooks]

🩷Cancer placements🩷

disclaimer: i am not a professional and these are some observations i've read over the years and/or noticed in people i know♋

🐚Sun in cancer-they feel things deeply, and they're both vulnerable and strong because of it. people tend to underrestimate them a lot and this frustrates them. nevertheless, if well-developed, they are strong and loving people. family plays an important role in their lives, there is a certain attachment they cannot escape, nor do many of them want to. they don't reveal their true selves to the public completely because they want to uphold a certain image and protect their heart. when they try to use their emotions for creative outlets, they excell in it since their style is raw and imaginative: once they express this side of them, you'll feel their emotions like you're experiencing them too. they can hold grudges and be passive aggressive at their worst. because it takes them time to process things, who knows how long it would take for them to forgive someone. they can be so kind that it melts you completely and catches you off guard. it's so easy to love them. may be quite impressionable so they need to watch out for that

🐚Moon in cancer-very sensitive, caring, giving, and emotional. they are indeed intuitive, but they tend to come up with false impressions/conclusions because they lead with their emotions, which clouds their intuition. they love profoundly and they romanticize love a lot. it means a lot to them and therefore, it is one of their main focuses in life. they tend to idealize their crushes though. once people realize how kind they actually are, some of them try to use them. others appreciate their affections greatly. they can be ambitious when they put their mind to it. creative outlets help them explore their emotions in ways they maybe couldn't process on their own, which makes them satisfied and happy. they are very nostalgic and collect things that remind them of certain memories and people. it takes time for them to get over things and it impacts them heavily, which is why they need to have the right support around them and they need to focus on themselves in such times.

🐚Ascendant/rising in cancer-you can tell that they're cancer rising because they seem kind and sensitive, and their gaze is usually soft. they have a sweet smile too. they try to keep up with their good manners, even when they're not a fan of the person they're talking to. people tend to underestimate them because of this, which might provoke them to change their image (make it darker/more serious) if under-developed. they care about their family image in public and keeping well connections with relatives. they usually have a romantic or academic fashion style, just something that I noticed. very charming individuals who like to idealize a lot and see the best in people. also, i think that their personality is visible once they start talking to you, but their resting face may not be approachable always lol

🐚Mercury in cancer-their memory is outstanding. they just tend to memorize anything, and if you're someone really close to them, they'll use this memory to show just how much they care about you. they have an emotional way of thinking so they do take everything personally. they can jump to conclusions because of this, even if their intuition tells them otherwise. they tend to doubt themselves and their abilities even though they are really smart and capable. if developed, they can use their logical and emotional side to lead a conversation healthily. for example, they can express how they feel and if they think you're worthy of their respect, they'll approach the topic carefully so that they don't hurt you. they are really careful with words in this scenario. however, if they feel very wronged or if you talked to them while they were in a vulnerable state, they'll snap and say hurtful things because they know which buttons to push, but they feel awful afterward if they care about you. other than that, there is so much to learn from these loving individuals because they are so complex and they have a lot to give. lastly, they need to be more optimistic and not expect the worst. sometimes missed opportunities are what one needs to gain something even better later on, but yeah sometimes bad things happen too but that's a part of life. don't dwell too much on things you can't control

🐚Venus in cancer-they would give everything for their partner. they are very romantic and love their partner no matter what. that being said, they sometimes tolerate too many things due to love. this is a cliche, but most of these people want a family of their own one day, or at least a found family. they like to take care of the people they love and be there for them. they have a lot to give and not all people are like that, so it probably takes them more time than they'd like to admit to find the one who is right for them. they fantasize about romance a lot and probably have an idea of a partner they'd like. their person would have to pay lots of attention to them and accept their strong emotions without shaming them. they also need to make sure that no matter how many yeard they spend together, they should go on dates and cherish each other. venus in cancer may love cheesy and personal romantic gestures-something that is timeless but also lets the person know that they care about them. at their worst, this placement can be aggressive and manipulative, so they need to look out for that

🐚Mars in cancer-they remember everything you ever said or done, so be careful if you want to mess with them. they are really smart and ambitious, they have dreams that they wish to achieve one day and despite the obstacles they face, they have good discipline and therefore, they manage to succeed in the things they worked hard for. they can be very passive-aggressive if you disappoint them because they expect you to understand them on a deeper level since they try to do the same for the people they love. seriously, people don't talk enough about how dedicated they are to their dreams and loved ones. they can be very rational and logical, which blends amazingly with their sensitive and intuitive side (lots of empathy as well). make sure you let them know how much you love them with actions and words if you want a healthy relationship of any kind with this placement. they want people around them who make them feel safe and loved, just like family. anything less than that isn't enough

🐚Saturn in cancer-they get carried away by their emotions often, and cannot hide it really well. many people don't/didn't cherish their kindness and selflessness which hurts them greatly. they need to stand up for themselves because if they do not, they may harbor a lot of resentment which could lead to bad outcomes with those they love. wearing your heart on your sleeve and wanting the best for everyone is not a weakness, but please take care of your heart because you deserve it too. this placement can be quite intense when angry. their family has a strong influence on their life, whether good or bad. nevertheless, at least one family member is super important to them, possibly even the most important person in their life.

🐚Jupiter in cancer-they thrive best when they are true to themselves and their feelings-especially when they are not ashamed of them and simply accept them. they are very caring and thoughtful, it's addicting to be around them. besides their emotional intelligence, they are very smart in general and this helps them so much in life. their connections can be really strong and beneficial. they may be quite spiritual and interested in such topics. astrology could also be one of their passions because they could excel in it and understand it easily. may have strong connections with their family, whether one member or several (or many haha). could also have strong connections with their past and ancestors, just something i've read once.

thank you for reading this, and i'm looking forward to your feedback🩷

©rosesnbooks

[gynnnicsworld]

REC LIST STEREK PART II

So I was going to make a well-structured rec list, but the more I try to organize it, the less I can find a proper order. So I decided to do it from the most recently read fic to the oldest one in my AO3 history.

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Get You The Moon

BY: AClosedFicIsNeverRead

words: 180.785

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR - The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart. (You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!) Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

(This fic is and always will be one of my favorites, it has a really special place in my heart. It has sensitive topics, so I recommend you read the tags, but it's worth going through all the angst to get to the happy ending, because it DOES have a happy ending.)

True Love's Kiss, Attempted Murder

by: cowboilikeme

Words: 120.040

Beacon Hills has never been the most normal of towns, but recently things have been happening that are getting harder and harder to explain. And it's becoming more difficult to keep the supernatural a secret when something newer, darker and scarier comes to town in the shape of a teenage girl. But she is only the beginning to their problems. And what she brings with her is the worst this town has seen in a while. “What’s so bad about getting a ride in this?” Derek sounded like he was smiling, but as beautiful and unbelievable as that sounded, Stiles still refused to look at the man, “It’s a good car.” “Overcompensating?” Stiles ridiculed, knowing perfectly well that there was no way Derek wasn’t packing something impressive. “I think we both know that’s not true,” Derek was smirking when Stiles finally turned to him, if only in shock by the werewolf’s statement. “I think we both know there is no way I could know that,” Stiles winced at how bitter he sounded, but once it was out, there was no point in trying to suck it back up.

(So this is the most recent fic I read, and I loved it, I really loved it too much, and it makes me really sad that it's not very well known or spread, because the characterization that the author puts to the characters is really realistic, it's literally like reading and imagining a different season of teen wolf, it really impressed me too much. I highly recommend this fic, it's very good, and it may have some other unrelated things but they are not very relevant things, it doesn't affect the fic at all. For real, run to read it! and comment what you think! Give the author a lot of love so that he/she continues writing more works of art in this fandom.)

Lead You Home Again

by;GotTheSilver

Words:49,962

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body. An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

(I don't know about you, but I have a soft spot for fanfics where Derek and Stiles are childhood friends and grow up together, it's like really exciting to read, because this has a certain degree of canon, because it is known that Derek and Stiles knew each other as children but for some reason they have forgotten it? or decided to avoid it? I don't know, but I do know that you will love this fic, it is tooth rotting fluff, Okay, yes there is anguish, but afterwards everything is so fluff)

Fixing What Has Been Broken

by: JustJim & Useless_girl

Words: 102,205

Derek Hale is dead. That’s something Stiles Stilinski refuses to believe even for a second once he gets the call from his dad. He heads back pissed, because he’s convinced that he can fix that mess with or without the help of his old pack, because it is Beacon Hills we’re talking about. A town where no one stays dead for long. But maybe there’s more to fix along the way…

Or our reply to the Teen Wolf Movie's mess.

(we all know how awful THAT movie was, so our beautiful authors use their talents to fix that terrible movie and give us this wonderful fanfic that is everything it should be, we have mpreg (yes beautiful, and beautiful mpreg that explains Eli's precious existence) we have a little bit of feral derek (I know, we all love when derek gets a little bit feral) and we have a damn happy ending which is the best of all.)

Lock All The Doors Behind You

by:entanglednow

Words: 25,960

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

(Yes, sorry, I really do have a guilty pleasure for feral derek, it's just that it's the moment where Derek allows himself to be honest with himself and his feelings, without so many complex thoughts that prevent him from acting on his instincts. And yes, his instincts always tell him that Stiles is his safe place, his anchor, he likes his smell and basically follows him everywhere because he likes him.)

don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you)

by: crazyassmurdererwall

Words: 30,926

Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously. (He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)

(This one may seem funny (which it is) but it also has some sad backstories, it's actually a light and very entertaining read, you guys are going to love it, you'll probably get frustrated (like me) that Stiles doesn't tell Derek what's wrong. I really recommend it, those scenes with Talia are painful and beautiful.)

It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real 

by: waterella

words: 32,741

“At least we got this far,” Stiles argued. “Could’ve been worse. For now, they know he’s taken by someone in the pack.” “Mm hm,” Lydia said, giving him a look. “You realize that you are now going to have to pretend to date Derek, right?” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Oh no, what a hardship. That sucks, boo hoo.” He motioned Derek emphatically. “He’s like, my best friend.” “Hey!” Scott insisted. “He’s like, my second best friend,” Stiles amended. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Right?” He turned to grin at Derek, who was scowling at him.

(This is very funny, and just read it it's good, My favorite parts are where Derek keeps making excuses and Stiles only accepts them because they both want to keep kissing.)

The Price

by: theroguesgambit

Words: 18,452

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

(you guys have no idea how good this fanfic is, please please do yourself a favor and go read it right now, it's painful to read but i promise it has a happy ending for derek and stiles.)

Getting Better

by: The BadassIsIn

Words: 205,156

The season 4 rewrite absolutely no one asked for where Stiles actually deals with his trauma from the nogitsune instead of being a-ok with it all and added Sterek.

(So this is quite therapeutic to read, seeing how both boys deal with their traumas and get better together, it's really nice to read, but of course there is angst, but it has a happy ending, so don't worry, I would never recommend a fic that didn't have a happy ending for Der and Stiles. So feel free to go read it and cry a little, get emotional and feel like a band-aid is put on your hearts as you see how our boys finally deal with their traumas.)

i fell into the moon 

by: Iscar123

Words: 234,122

Laura Hale is arrested hours after returning to Beacon Hills. Derek Hale returns to town to bring his sister back home and together they are drawn into the mystery of a rogue wolf on their family land. They also can't seem to stop bumping into the Sheriff's son, Stiles. Laura is determined to make Stiles her new best friend and Derek just wants everyone to survive so he can get the hell out of the town that took everything from him. Stiles just wants everyone to be happy.

(If you like fics where Laura appears, I really recommend this one, because Laura and Stiles become an amazing duo against Derek, it's very funny, but I recommend you read the one shot from where this fic is inspired first, it's very good too. Derek using his charm with Stiles is my favorite thing ever.)

can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? 

by: whiry

Words: 120,369

here's something strange about Beacon Hills. Stiles can't really put his finger on it, but the way certain classmates look at him at school and the way certain adults look at him in the grocery store has him curious. And it's not the sort of pitying looks that his mom's coworkers used to give him, but these ones are longer, more searching, like they're looking for something. Not to mention the weird noises that sometimes come from the woods when he runs, too human to be animal and too animal to be human. Plus the way the Hales have seemed to sequester themselves to the wild and give Stiles serious Cullen family vibes. But Stiles, like everyone else apparently, ignores it. Until it becomes too great to ignore and he has to investigate for himself and find out what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. +++ Or, the one where Stiles and Derek meet, hate each other, slowly get to know one another, and fall totally head over heels for each other all while avoiding curious classmates, an angry ex-girlfriend, and, oh yeah, imminent death.

(If you like alternative universe- High School fics like I do, then you have to read this one, plus the entire Hale family is alive, and the werewolves are revealed, and Derek and Stiles have this awkward crush on each other that slowly develops. You HAVE to read this, it's spectacular. And cora is cora haha)

Molten

by: sugareey & wolfspurr

Words: 27,896 

"Stiles, is that you?" He recognizes that voice. He doesn’t know why he’s hearing it here though, in whatever cold, dark cave he’s found himself in. The owner of that voice is supposed to be miles away, back home in Beacon Hills. Unless Stiles is the one that’s ended up further from home than he could possibly have predicted. "Derek?!"

(I like fics where Derek and Stiles are put in a cave or cage, and they only have each other to get out of that scary situation, but Derek's wolf always ends up very attached to Stiles. This is kind of like that.)

Spellbinding Mishap 

by: Wasterella

Words: 45,855

Stiles winced, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked over at Derek again. “So... you know how you told me not to touch anything?” Derek stared at him for a second, not seeming to understand, and then Stiles knew the moment it clicked because his entire face set so concretely it might as well have been carved out of stone. “What?” Scott asked, looking between them, confused. “What’s going on? I don’t understand. What happened?” “Yeah,” Stiles said slowly. “So the thing is, I uh, touched something. In the Witch’s house. And Derek came in and grabbed it from me. So he also touched it. And now it uh, it seems like whenever the two of us are a certain distance apart, we start getting sick. Or like, double over in pain. Or, you know, start dying.”

(Derek and Stiles are cursed and consequently can't be away from each other, so if you want to have a laugh, you can read this fic.)

Not So Boring

by: wasterella

Words: 69,062

“It was an accident!” Stiles continued, trying desperately to explain that this was all a huge misunderstanding and that the Demon clearly had to cut him some slack here.

It didn’t seem like he would be getting his wish, because the Demon’s annoyance melted into frustrated incredulity and he said dryly, “You summoned me by accident.”

“Yes!” Stiles insisted.

“How is that even possible? How do you accidentally summon a Demon?”

“You know, by accident!” Stiles argued.

“So you accidentally drew the summoning sigil into the floor, and you accidentally had an offering available, and you accidentally stood in the circle while accidentally reading the summoning spell?” the Demon asked dryly.

Okay, well when it was said like that, Stiles could understand the skepticism.

(And I close this rec list with another fic of our beloved westerella, and this is one where derek is a demon and stiles accidentally summons him. And it's really funny honestly, you have to read it, it's great!)

After months and months I finally bring you these recommendations, and I promise to bring you more, but I won't commit to saying that it will be soon.

Please tell me if you've already read any of the fics I put on the list, and tell me what you think of these recommendations, is there anything in particular that you would like me to recommend? Please let me know.

And if you have any to recommend to me, I would really appreciate it, tell me which is your favorite fic and I will read it.

[c0llisiion]

DAY 4 — HOSEOK

★ npr, f!reader, dubcon, intoxicated!reader, ceo!jh, fingering— lmk if i missed any!; W/C: 625

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day4 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

[ visuals <3 (18+!) ]

You didn’t know what was going on. Your mind was elsewhere. Blown. Hazy. One thing you know is you were drinking your 4th shot of tequila, and the next thing is you feel slender, long fingers rubbing your pussy, seemingly in the oh so familiar room of your bosses. You could feel a hot breath against you, murmuring words that you weren’t able to register; all you could feel was his fingers slowly teasing your hole. 

You threw your head back as the desire started coursing through your veins.

“Yeah… just like that… relax for me…” he said softly.

You gulped, feeling yourself get hotter and wetter as he continued venturing into your pussy. “Mmm… I always wanted to do this yk..?” He said with a dark chuckle.

You turned your head towards the voice, and your eyes went wide at the sight that beheld you. Your own boss. Hoseok immediately catches the fact that you noticed him and plunges his fingers in your pussy, earning a soft whine from you.

Your back arched off his chest, and your hand lazily held onto his wrist as his ring and middle finger immediately curled into your sopping wet pussy.

You whine and whimper. “Shhh… its alright… i got you… i got you alright? Just relax for me… let me play with you for sometime, okay?” He reassured you.

You were still dazed, the alcohol still in your system, and you were completely at his mercy. You did as he said and relaxed into his touches, having no other way out of this.

Hoseok smirked and placed a kiss on your bare shoulders. “Yeah thats it baby… I'm going to take good care of you… gonna make you feel so good…” he said while placing wet kisses up your neck and down your shoulder.

His fingers drove in and out of your pussy, loud squelches and wet sounds bounced off the office room walls, curling into your sweet spot and making you squirm and moan out in pleasure. His thumb found your neglected clit before pressing down on your hard nub, all while watching your reactions to his ministrations.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I can feel your tight little puss clenching around my fingers..” he said lowly. Your mind was hazy with pleasure and intoxication. Your hips moved involuntarily against his fingers.

Hoseok chuckled, “Eager, aren’t we?” His other hand trailed up your body and cupped your tender tits, pulling down the fabric of your top. He tugged and played with your nipples, making you whine and whimper, pussy getting wetter and wetter. “So soft… fuck you’re addicting…” He pressed harder against your clit, drawing rough circles on the sensitive bud using his thumb, making you reach climax.

Hoseok's fingers worked faster against your cunny, his pace becoming faster. Your breath got labored at his sudden increase in speed, hoseok breathing heavily behind you as well. “Fuckkkk… your pussy is so warm baby.. taking in my fingers so well..” He pulled out and slapped your cunt before drilling his fingers back in.

You cried out as the pleasure got more intense, thighs trembling and body convulsing. Hoseok slapped your tits harshly, making you groan and whimper.

He could feel your walls clench around him, signaling that you were close. He pushed his fingers further in you and curled into your walls at an inhumane pace.

Your mouth dropped to an ‘o’ shape, and you could feel the knot in your stomach seeking release. “Fuckkkkk!!!” With a loud curse, you squirted all over hoseoks carpet, the gray color now a darker grey. He smirked and pulled his fingers out, gently laying you against the sofa. 

He got up and settled himself in between your legs. “get ready for more, princess…” 

A/N: day4 is out!!! Tysm for reading everyone <333 please excuse if this was rusty it was my first time writing dubcon 😭💔

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[totallynotpochacco]

Hi! This is abit more of a darker/triggering ask so if it makes you uncomfortable thats 100% ok and u can skip this! but i was wondering if you could write antonio (idv) comfort fic with a reader whos struggling with sh or trya recover from it Please! Have a good day/night! ♡

“The knife isn’t always the best option.”

Contains; Self harm; bullying, comfort, sensitive topics; Antonio; Naib; Norton; Alva; and Victor;

Alva's can be platonic or romantic.

Key; Anima mia=my soul

You were doing so well, but bottled up emotions shatter easily during stressful times. When your loving boyfriend realizes you’ve started again, he’s heartbroken yet nonetheless supportive.

Antonio

He would refuse to leave your side after it comes to light that you’re hurting yourself again.

He loves you a lot and losing you is out of the question.

Antonio knows exactly what to do in these situations, since I feel like he’s either gone through this before on his own or with someone else.

Antonio had you in his arms while sobbed on the floor. A discarded knife tinged red and a clear reminder of your failures.

“It’s alright, Anima mia. You’re not alone, and you’re not in trouble. I’ve got you, everything will be okay. This will pass.” He reassured you, making small circles on your back, and gently kissing your head.

His words only made you cry harder, you wanted to stop feeling guilty. You just wanted to stop letting him find you this way.

Maybe if weren’t such a disappointment you’d be able to do the simplest thing.

Antonio knew what was probably going through your head at that moment and smiled, “Do you know how proud I am of you? My love, you never fail to impress me. I look up to you in some aspects, and you give me a reason to wake up in the morning. It’s a feat very few can achieve. Let me take care of you for tonight at the very least, I’ll grab us dinner and run us a bath. How does that sound?”

You nodded and turned your head away from the blade that just seemed to taunt you. Instead opting for staring at his shirt in shame.

Naib

He keeps a close eye on you 24/7

You’re always being monitored, even if it’s extremely subtle or obvious.

You’re the main reason why he wakes up in the morning.

Naib refuses to lose you.

“Put.. Put the knife down,___” naib carefully inched towards you like you were a wounded animal. He didn’t want to startle you and make the situation worse.

The knife shook in your unsteady hands, as you fought to make a decision, but ultimately dropped it anyways. Letting it clatter to the floor.

He quickly rushed to your side after it dropped, checking for any injuries. When he didn’t find any, Naib brushed some hair out of your face, resting his forehead against yours. “You can’t keep scaring me like this. What happens if you do go through with it? You’d really leave me all alone?”

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, at least you were being honest.

Norton

He already worry’s about you, probably more than he should, so this is just adding on.

He makes sure you share a room after the first time he witnesses one of your breakdowns.

It’s not that he believes you can’t take care of yourself, he just doesn’t want you to burn yourself out.

At night he’ll always wait for you to sleep first, and he watches you fondly or sadly, depending what occurred that day.

Norton and you had a rough day. It started with shitty matches, then rude teammates, and then a small argument between yourselves.

The reminder of it made him sigh. Finally after confirming you fell asleep he’d shift to spoon you. Taking his hand to gently run up and down your arms, being mindful of the scars that he learned to love.

“If only you knew how much I need you in my life, ___. I’m not good with words, but fuck, I love you so much.” He whispered to you, placing a kiss on the back of your head.

Alva

He’s more in tune with your emotions than yourself.

He understands that things can get hard, and doesn’t let it define you.

He wants to see you flourish, he is a mentor after all.

Alva will stay up with you until you fall asleep in case you’re afraid you might do something you’ll regret.

He also doesn’t mind cleaning your wounds, of course it makes him sad, devastated really, but it’s you, and he’d do anything for you.

Romantic;

Alva kisses away your tears, as he reassures you, your loved.

He makes sure that you bathed, and washes your hair for you.

He’ll hold you at night as well, letting you hide in his chest.

“It’s alright my dear, I’ve cleaned up all the blood, you can look now.” Alva says, and you finally open your teary eyes. Seeing him bandage up the last bit of your legs.

“Next time you feel this urge, or even feel upset, come find me. My door is always open to you.” It comes out firm but gentle, like he genuinely cares. Something no one has showed in this awful place a lot.

Your about to open your mouth but he shuts it down, knowing what your about to say, “No, you are not a bother, No I don’t care how late it is, and yes I do care about you. I love you, and it pains me to see you like this.”

“Alva, I can’t do this to you what happens if-”

“Then we’ll figure it out together. You and me.”

Victor

He cried the first time you came too his door bleeding.

Wick was right there next to you both nudging at your leg as he bandaged your stomach.

He couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he could lose you either from the games or by your own hands.

It pained him deeply when he find used razor blades in your trashcan or a hidden knife under your bed.

He wrote you a letter a couple times begging you to talk to him.

Pouring his heart out to you that he needs you and loves you deeply.

On occasion Victor would knock on your door late at night wondering if he could sleep with you when his paranoia got too much.

A knock; then two more.

It was around 11pm and Victor had shown up again holding his pillow in one arm and wick in the other.

“Couldn’t sleep again?” You said lowly, since other people lived on your floor too.

He nodded and walked inside, setting wick down on the end of the bed.

“Do.. you mind if you hold me? I miss you, and I’m scared.” It was barely audible but you heard it. He could talk, sometimes, only when he felt it was necessary. So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when he said this.

“Yeah, come on.” You ushered him to get into bed. Slipping in next to him and letting his head rest on your chest.

You felt his shaky and nervous fingers trace patterns over your scars. Delicately memorizing each and every one.

You didn’t mind, because you trusted him.

But deep down, it hurt you inside that you were causing him this pain. This worry.

I finally did it! I posted.

I’m hoping to post more soon

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Masterlist 2

So, I had to make another Masterlist. I will not add every reading I have done, since my last Masterlist post, just the ones I want to highlight. Girl got no time for that. These are the newer readings I have done that I like to highlight. I focus heavily on TXT, Enhypen and BTS. I also like to do Ateez, Stray Kids and Seventeen. And venture to other groups from time to time. I am more into BG's, so I will post more of them than GG's. Groups are in alphabetical order.

I like to stress, none of my readings are fact. They are my interpretation of the cards and messages I get. My readings cover uncomfortable, sensitive, taboo and dark topics. If you are not into that I am not the reader for you. And although told my readings are more negative than others. I can't change that, It is what I get. I do not filter my readings to fit a narrative. I was pulled to post my readings for that reason to show the darker layers of the idols and industry. If you want fluff there are plenty of readers to find that. You have every right to ignore my readings. If you like to join me on this journey, welcome.

Here is a link to my old masterlist

&Team &Team's Personality Reading &Team's Group Dynamics

Aespa Aespa Ideal Partner Aespa Personality Reading Aespa Thoughts on being an idol Aespa's thoughts on being an idol Part 2

Ateez Hongjoong Perspective Reading San Perspective Reading Ateez cheating tendencies Who is currently in a relationships Ateez Thoughts on Marriage How they view KQ/Staff How they handle arguments in the group Ateez Group Dynamics Ateez (Green/Yellow &Red Flags) In relationships Who is most likely to be in a solid relationship soon Ateez Career Reading (January Update) Blackpink Blackpink Energy Reading (November) Blackpink thoughts on being an idol Jennie Perspective Reading

BTS Jin's Career Reading J-Hope's Career Reading Taehyung Career Reading RM's Career Reading Suga's Career Reading Jimin's Career Reading Jungkook's Career Reading Jungkook's Love Reading Jungkook Perspective Reading Taehyung Perspective Reading J-Hope Perspective Reading Seokjin's Perspective Reading BTS long-term vs short-term relationship preference BTS cheating tendencies BTS (Green/Yellow & Red Flags) in Relationships BTS' View on Marriage BTS Thoughts on Being an Idol Part 2

Enhypen How Possesive or Attached they are to Partners Enhypen's View on Marriage How loyal they are in relationships Will they love their future spouse Niki's Career Reading Sunghoon's Career Reading Jungwon's Career Reading Sunoo's Career Reading Jay's Career Reading Jake's Career Reading Heeseung's Career Reading Enhypen's Thoughts on Family Life Enhypen's thoughts on being an idol part 2 Who would seriously date a non-asian Sunoo Perspective Reading Niki Perspective Reading Jay Perspective Reading

(G)idle Soyeon Perspective Reading

ITZY ITZY Ideal Partner ITZY Love Energy (November)

IVE IVE Ideal Partner Wonyoung Perspective Reading IVE Personality Reading Le Sserafim Le Sserafim thoughts on being an idol New Jeans New Jeans Personality Reading New Jeans Group Dynamic Reading

Riize who would seriously date a foreigner/Non-Asian

Seventeen Minghao Perspective Reading Mingyu Perspective Reading Seventeen's Thoughts on Being an Idol Who would marry a non-asian Seventeen Career Reading (November) Seventeen's View on Marriage Cheating tendencies Seventeen Love Reading (December)

SHINee Taemin Perspective Reading

Stray Kids Stray Kids Tea Sessions Stray Kids Check In (January Update) Stray Kids cheating tendencies Who would be the most mature and stable in relationships Stray Kids Love Reading (December) Stray Kids who would be controlling/aloof in relationships How each member handles arguments in group Stray Kids View on Marriage Stray Kids (Green/Yellow and Red Flags) in Relationships How would they reveal Marriage to Public Felix Perspective Reading

Twice Who would be willing to Marry a Non-Asian

Treasure Treasure's Love Energy (December)

TXT Hueningkai's Career Reading Hueningkai's Love Reading Beomgyu's Career Reading Beomgyu's Love Reading Yeonjun's Career Reading Soobin's Career/Update Reading Yeonjun Perspective Reading Taehyun's Career Reading Hueningkai Perspective Reading How loyal would they be in a relationship TXT's thoughts on being an idol Part 2

[cupidlovesastro]

🎆𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶🌑

water sign observations

fixed sign observations

moon masterlist

scorpio is ruled by the planet pluto, the planet of changes, death, rebirth, transformations, karma, sex, obsession, magnetism, secrets, mysteries, and power. scorpio represents restriction, mystery, occultism, intuition, distrust, sex, sensitivity, sensual, secretive, passionate, obsession, intensity, driven, and sacrificing

moon represents emotions, intuitions, comforts, unconscious mind, instincts, spirituality, motherhood, fertility, femininity, and your home.

topics in this post- emotions, comforts, good mom traits, bad mom traits, scorpio moon face, your house/ room, scorpio moon celebrities

♏︎ scorpio moon individuals have deep and intense emotions. they are very secretive about how they feel and don’t open up easily. they are scared of getting hurt and being vulnerable to others, in fear that the person they told will use it against them or take advantage of them in some way. they can also stay in a mood or emotional state for awhile, before moving on, and it’s hard for them to move on from things, especially sensitive/ triggering things. they can also be highly intuitive individuals. they can sense things quite easily, and they can definitely read a room. you may also feel powerful when they’re emotional, and their emotions may be over powering. they can be very passionate people, but become the most passionate when they’re in their feelings. it can be in a good and bad way. for example, they could be passionate in a loving way, or about something that makes them happy, but they can also be passionate when they’re angry. their emotions can change quite fast. they can go from being deeply upset to being fine. their emotions can be quite fragile as well, and they can be sensitive

♏︎ spirituality is something that can bring you comfort. things like tarot or astrology can really help bring you comfort. having a journal where you keep all your deepest feelings, secrets, thoughts, etc can really help as well. sex may also help you feel safe and comfortable

♏︎ if you have a good mom, she could’ve been very protective of you and didn’t trust others to be around you. she could’ve been very loving and passionate when it comes to showing affection. she didn’t like to expose you to things or people that could’ve potentially hurt your or put you in harms way. she could’ve been somewhat strict or on the “helicopter” side. she could also have a strong intuition when it comes to you. like she knows your feelings and your energy without you saying anything. she may have also sacrificed a lot to have you or to take care of you

♏︎ if you have a bad mom, she may have been incredibly obsessive and possessive of you. she could’ve controlled different aspects of your life and possibly been jealous of you. she may also have restricted you from things, possibly basic needs, such as food, or privacy. it could’ve also been more social things, like from friends or family members. she may have been emotionally manipulative and deeply attached to you. she may have sacrificed you in some ways and there could be sexual trauma surrounding your mom. she may not trust you at all, and can be very secretive herself. she also wanted some form of power over you

♏︎ scorpio moons tend to have higher cheek bones with a lot of cheek. they also tend to have oval or squarish face shapes. they have almond eyes, with many also having hooded eyes (especially men). they have fuller lips, with medium- large foreheads. many have a square shaped forehead as well. the men have straighter or slightly curved and bushier eyebrows. while the women have slightly arched and medium- thick eyebrows

↓(if you don’t have a house, apply this to your room)↓

♏︎ your house may be painted in a darker color. it may also be in a area more secluded and away from everyone. you may also have a spiritual household. maybe not religious, but definitely spiritual. people may feel spiritually connected to your house. your walls or decor may be black or darker colors. people feel drawn to staying the night or spending the day at your house. some may even be obsessed with your home. your home may have a secret room, secret closet, etc. somewhere to hide things. you may also live somewhere spiritually active. like ghost, demons, angels, etc

♏︎ celebrities with a scorpio moon- lady gaga, beyonce, katy perry, miley cyrus, jennifer lopez, the weekend, ryan reynolds, bruce lee, will smith, bjork, avril lavigne, margot robbie, snoop dogg, bob marley, elizabeth taylor

[xneptunianx]

Lilith conjunct Ascendant/Lilith in the 1st house

Hi everyone! My name is Amber, I’m 22 & this is my first astrology post. I’ve been studying astrology for 7 years now and I’m excited to share my knowledge and experience with astrology with you. This is a long one, so get ready.

I have this placement myself in the sign of Pisces conjunct my Pisces Asc in the 1st house with my modern chart ruler Neptune heavily aspected. (I study sidereal astrology with whole sign houses) so writing it was pretty interesting. If you would like to know about my personal experience with this placement, let me know and I’ll create a separate post about it.

Disclaimer: Any other aspects to your Lilith as well as your ascendant & your chart ruler(s) will affect how this aspect will show up. It’s also important to know that the tighter the orb/degree, the more prominent it will be. If you get triggered easily, please take care of yourself and read another time. Trigger warning is put before sensitive subjects.

Alright, enough rambling. Let’s get into it!

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❥ Who is Lilith?

❧ She was Adam’s first wife, she was casted out of the Garden of Eden by God for defying Adam.

❧ She was shamed, ridiculed & rejected for her strong will, rebellion/defiance & liberal attitude towards sex, independence & wanted more than anything to be treated as an equal to Adam.

❧ After being casted out of Heaven, she went on to have an affair with Satan and was crowned the Queen of Hell.

❥ What does Black Moon Lilith represent?

❧ BML is not a celestial body or an object, it is a mathematical point but its energy is still very much prominent.

❧ It represents either/or the fascination/obsession, denial/rejection of whatever topics that are associated with the sign and house it is in.

❥ What is the ascendant?

❧ The ascendant sign, also known as the rising sign is the critical, angular point of the 1st house.

❧ This represents your physical body, appearance, 1st impression, innate nature & mannerisms.

❧ In the Placidus house system, it is the beginning of the 1st house. In the Whole Sign house system it can vary in degree and very rarely land in the 12th or 2nd house.

❧ The ascendant sets up the rest of your chart. If you have BML in the 1st house without the conjunction to the Asc, this energy will still manifest. It just won’t be as prominent.

❥ What is a conjunction?

❧ A conjunction is an aspect. Aspects are used to show the relationship and dynamic between planets/objects in a chart.

❧ Conjunctions are when two or more planets/celestial bodies/angles are right next to each other in the birth chart, blending and empowering the energies associated with them together.

❧ Angles are the Ascendant (ASC), Descendant (DSC), Imum Coeli (IC) & Midheaven (MC).

❥ I like to think BML as a mix between the outer planets: Neptune, Uranus & Pluto. Especially, Pluto.

❥ When someone has BML conjunct the Asc/in the 1st house this gives the native a mysterious, captivating, alluring, darker aura & presence.

❥ If the BML is conjunct the Asc in the 12th house (usually the case in the Placidus house system) the energy will be there as well but it will be deeper in the subconscious and may be harder to harness this energy in a productive way.

❥ The 12th house is the house of confinement, suppression, hidden enemies, the subconscious & self undoing (addictions for example).

❥ However, the 12th house also rules dreams, spirituality & the unseen realms as it is is ruled by Neptune and naturally is governed by Pisces. Therefore this may manifest similarly to Pisces Asc in certain ways.

❦ Physical Appearance ❦

❥ BML hardens energy & adds a darker, more intense energy. Especially when it comes to the softer ascendant signs such as Taurus, Libra, Cancer, Virgo & Pisces as a few examples.

❥ Some astrologers say that BML does not affect physical appearance but in my experience, I have noticed a few common denominators which are listed below:

❥ Those with this placement usually have a darker appearance, even those with a lighter complexion/light colored eyes. The eyes may be darker in appearance due to the energy that BML exudes.

❥ May give a little bit of Neptunian energy if it’s conjunct in the 12th house (dreamy, ethereal. think siren energy).

❥ They may have darker colored hair & sometimes thicker hair (not always ofc, genetics matter).

❥ Regardless, they may have a darker aesthetic, wear black or darker colored clothes.

❥ If not the case, they are just attracted to styles & aesthetics that bring a sense of empowerment, liberation & control. Whether that’s dressing unconventionally, modestly or revealing. It can go either way.

❥ They may decide to dye their hair a darker color if their natural hair color is lighter. Also, those with the placement may even decide to dye their an unnatural color.

⚠️‼️TW: Mentions of sexual trauma/SA, depression, self-harm, ED’s. Please, take of yourself.‼️⚠️

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❦ Personality & Struggles ❦

❥ If you have this placement you may have struggled with bullying, rejection, being overly sexualized or ridiculed and projected onto by others. People may view you as bitchy, arrogant & ruthless.

❥ You also naturally exude sex appeal regardless if you are trying to present yourself as such. This is especially tough if you have trauma surrounding sex & sexuality.

❥ This placement at its worst manifestation is in line with SA, coercion and manipulation by others or even towards others. Although, the native is usually on the receiving end of this.

❥ May also struggle with su!c!dal thoughts/ideation, addictions among other forms of self destruction.

❥ They also struggle with asserting themselves and setting boundaries due to fear of rejection, ridicule & hostility. People project a lot of their fears and anger onto to them.

❥ They also have a tendency to attract possessive, obsessive and controlling friends & partners that want to put them in a box.

❥ The more these people try to tame & control them, the more the people with this placement will want/feel the need to rebel.

❥ May have problems with women/feminine figures in their life.

❧ If they are a woman/feminine, other women/feminines may be envious/jealous of them and their captivating energy.

❧ Regardless of their sexual orientation they will most likely struggle with men/masculine figures over-sexualizing them, degrading them, disrespecting them, overstepping their boundaries & projecting their fantasies onto them.

❥ Especially if they have a Venus or Neptune ruled ascendant or if Venus and/or Neptune is prominent in their chart.

❥ Examples:

❧ Taurus/Libra Asc (Venus). Pisces Asc (modern ruler is Neptune, traditional ruler is Jupiter).

❧ Heavily aspected, on an angle (Asc, Dsc, IC, MC) or in an angular house (1st, 4th, 7th or 10th house). Especially Neptune as Neptune is the higher octave of Venus and it rules dreams & fantasies.

❧ Also, Mars & Pluto prominence: Scorpio Asc, Mars (traditional ruler) & Pluto heavily aspected, on an angle/in an angular house for control, manipulation, hostility and/or violence.

❥ These energies also apply to men/masculines as well but it may manifest a bit differently as stated below:

❧ If they are a straight man/masculine they may struggle with expectations and demands towards women. Especially in a partner.

❧ They may even have the tendency to be misogynistic. Alternatively, they may seek out feminine partners that defy traditional roles in relationships as they respect and admire that.

❥ Daddy issues are usually a thing with this placement, both in feminines and masculines. They struggle with expressing their feminine energy.

❥ As the ascendant/1st house deals with the physical body, they may have struggles with self image issues such as an eating disorder/ or general insecurities surrounding their appearance and body. Sometimes, this can manifest as physical health issues/disorders as well.

❥ Alternatively, the most positive manifestation of this placement is being obsessed with themselves and their appearance, in a positive way. Although, that too can turn toxic.

❥ Being a leader and paving the way for liberation & justice especially when it comes to femininity and sexuality.

❥ Not only that, they pave the way for others to express their authenticity and challenging social norms and what is deemed acceptable by society.

❥ In general, the native may become obsessed with cultivating a persona that they deem powerful & influential even though it may not fully align with who they actually are and what they want.

❥ They may even become obsessed with negative attention just as much as positive attention.

❥ “Haters make me famous.” “All press is good press.” & “The end justifies the means.” are mottos they may live by or at least inspires them.

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❦ If you have this placement, a great way to harness this energy is following your authenticity. Standing up for yourself and what you believe in.

❦ Forms of self expression such as fashion, music, drawing or other forms of artistic expression will help to release any negative emotions and struggles you may be dealing with.

❦ Acceptance of one’s authenticity & facing your fears and inner demons is essential. The more you try to suppress who you really are, the more Lilith will challenge you.

❦ Don’t be afraid to seek therapy or talk to a loved one if that’s an option for you.

Hope you guys enjoyed this post. Let me know if it resonated and leave me suggestions for more posts!

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

introduction | previous | next PSA: this series deals with a lot of mental health struggles, but in this chapter, we delve deeper into more darker, sensitive topics. If you are in any way sensitive to subjects relating to: addiction, drugs/alc use/abuse, manipulation, infidelity, or feel in any way uncomfortable please do yourself a favor and skip over this for your own sake. ily all! take care of yourselves <3 ₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

ˋ°•*⁀➷˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 19. 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓚𝓔𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖 ⍣ ೋ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ... wc: 4.8k

Of all the things Ino regretted in his life, the one that stood above the rest - the one that clawed at him in quiet moments and loomed over every misstep - was befriending Naoya Zen’in.

If he could go back in time and make it never happen, he would in a heartbeat. Becoming friends with Naoya was his ultimate mistake, a blunder with consequences he feared he could never fully escape from.

When Ino was five, he and his mother moved into a run-down condo in a dingy corner of suburban Tokyo. It was a fresh start for his mother, freshly divorced and struggling to make ends meet. The condo was small, the walls thin enough to hear every argument and every sob from the neighbors. The plumbing was unreliable, and the residents fell into two distinct camps: those who pried too much into others' lives or those who preferred to keep to themselves in a manner that screamed... sketchy. It was perfect for the two of them.

When Ino was five, he moved into a run-down condo in suburban Tokyo with his mother, freshly divorced and trying to make ends meet. The walls were thin, the plumbing was unreliable, and the neighbors were either too nosy or entirely sketchy.

At the edge of their modest neighborhood stood an anomaly: a pristine Zen’in grandiose family mansion, with high gates and sprawling grounds. Its polished exterior seemed designed to mock the surrounding houses, towering over the other homes.

Inside that mansion was Naoya Zen’in, a boy born with a sharp tongue, an even sharper attitude, and a bank account that rivaled small nations. Even as a child, Naoya wielded his family’s wealth and status like a weapon. He was the kind of kid who had the newest toys, wore the best clothes, and flaunted his superiority with a confidence so unshakable it made the other kids resent him yet also crave his approval.

Ino was, admittedly, no exception.

At first, when Ino's mom began getting coffee on the regular with Naoya's mom, the Zen'in boy ignored Ino entirely. Ino was too quiet, too unpolished, and too beneath him. Ino was awkward, skinny, and wore his cousin's hand-me-down sneakers. He was nice, yeah, but he had nothing much to him, and he was not up to the standards Naoya held for his friends (though, to be fair, such standards were so high, he had no friends). Naoya barely even bothered glancing in Ino's direction.

One summer afternoon, the day after Ino's eighth birthday, things forever shifted. Ino accidentally kicked a soccer ball over their fenced lawn and into Naoya's pool. Panicked, Ino scrambled over the fence and snuck into their backyard, only to freeze when Naoya appeared, lounging on a deck chair like a king on his throne, sipping an overly sweet lemonade.

Naoya's smirk widened as he picked up the ball, holding it just out of the reach of the intruder. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today," Naoya hollered, a sly grin plastered across his face. "Try not to be such a klutz next time. I get second-hand embarrassment from you."

Ino, desperate for acceptance in a neighborhood where he already felt like an outsider, laughed along. His face was hot with embarrassment as he stammered an apology, but Naoya waved him off. "Relax," he rolled his eyes. "I guess you're not the worst person children can manage and get away with.

From that moment on, Naoya decided Ino was his new project - a loyal sidekick; a shadow to his bright, obnoxious spotlight.

Years passed and their dynamic remained largely the same. Ino played his part well. He laughed at Naoya's jokes, even the ones that made his stomach churn. He followed along when Naoya decided they were too good for the other neighborhood kids. He turned a blind eye in middle school, when Naoya began to wield his family's wealth and influence like a weapon, Ino found himself caught in the crossfire, complicit in ways he didn’t like to think about.

High school was where the cracks began to really show. One core reason for this was that Ino met you: someone who saw past his facade he wore around everywhere and made him feel like he could be more than just Naoya’s shadow.

Ino really thought he could take control of his own life when he began dating you. Month by month, however, he slowly lost his grip, slipping back into the behavior he knew best and blindly following Naoya's lead.

Naoya didn’t take kindly to this... distraction. So, he made every effort to be rid of it. He guilted Ino when he made plans with you, claiming he was choosing a random girl over his lifelong best friend. He would argue that Ino could do so much better and have someone so much more compliant, since you weren't wife material, too opinionated and outspoken. Naoya would complain whenever you were around, and when you weren't, he would somehow find ways to complain about you. He poisoned the air with snide comments until Ino began to doubt even his own feelings.

And though Ino tried to stand his ground - more so at the beginning of your relationship - he always caved in the end, too scared of losing the only friend he’d ever had, even if that friendship was toxic and led him to losing others. He felt he owed it to Naoya, who took him under his wing and shaped him to be well-liked from the awkward boy he once was. For that, in Ino's mind, whatever Naoya wanted from him never seemed too unreasonable. Naoya only exploited this weakness of Ino's, wielding their shared history like a leash.

Which meant hurting you.

It all became too much to handle, really. He loved you. He loved you so much. But Naoya had too much hold over his life and person, he was more of a puppet than a human being. It led him down a path he swore he would never go down, especially after what how his father treated his mother. Ino found himself partying nightly: different girls all over him, different substances effecting him, different places and DJs, yet all the feelings within him numbed to practically nothing. By becoming the one thing he swore he wouldn't, Ino finally found peace in his terrorizing mind.

Some may call the way Ino acted a self-fulfilling prophecy. Others may call it the effects of his father's actions. But nowadays, Ino likes to call it how it is: his own fault.

He knew what he was doing when he shit talked you, another girl on top of him. He knew these were the things Naoya loved to use against him, which was exactly what he did. When he felt Ino drifting apart, he would reel him back in the only way he knew how - leading to him sending you the video of the scene, and leading to six months of hell for both you and Ino.

But Ino knows he's responsible for all of that. He was always able to say no, even though it really felt like he couldn't. He was the one who let the girl all over him, he was the one who reciprocated her touchiness. He was the one who, knowing Naoya was recording, said whatever he wanted him to. He dug his own grave.

After that, for some unknown reason you stayed. Maybe you knew he was struggling and you wanted to try and help, or maybe you just had zero self-respect. All he knew was that he did not deserve you, but he was happy and ready to make a change. He was ready to become better for you.

Something about you was off, though. You were untrusting and hesitant, and the relationship was rocky with tension. You were quick to accuse him of cheating, you wanted nothing to do with Naoya, and you were, frankly, not doing the best mentally. He saw that, and he knew he was the cause.

Yet, for some reason, instead of changing for the better, he decided to dig himself a deeper hole. He delved further into his cycle of partying, girls, alcohol, drugs, Naoya, and then apologizing to you a couple times a week, promising he will be better.

You both knew he was lying, every time. For some reason, you still stayed.

The reality check for Ino came when Naoya hosted the prom afterparty junior year. It was supposed to be a celebration, but it turned into a disaster. Ino went to prom with you, and everything was great, and it was nice to have a night with just you, regardless of the unspoken tension, of course, but then the party happened.

Somewhere between the music and the drinks, Naoya handed Ino a pill, smirking. “Lighten up,” he said. "You need it."

What followed was a haze of colors and sensations, blurred edges and muffled sound. When the bathroom door slammed open and your face appeared - shock and heartbreak etched into every feature - Ino blinked down at himself, at the girl draped over him, and felt his world tilt.

The image of you standing there, eyes brimming with tears from the sting of betrayal, burned itself into his memory. No amount of Naoya’s empty laughter or substances could drown it out.

Now, years later, Ino couldn’t erase the mistakes he made under Naoya’s influence. The permanent shadow Naoya casted on his life was overwhelming and inescapable. But he also couldn’t escape them. Naoya’s shadow loomed large over his life, a constant reminder of every decision he wished he could undo. Naoya's intimidation, manipulation, and overall power had such a hold on Ino, he feared he would lose everything if he cut Naoya off.

But he already lost you.

He wasn't exactly sure when it clicked in his mind that he had control over his life. Maybe it was the existentialism unit in philosophy class senior year of high school, or maybe it was his frontal lobe finally developing further. It doesn't matter, though, because at some point, Ino knew he had to cut Naoya off, and he had every right to. He came to the realization that his life was in his control, not anyone else's, and especially not Naoya's.

Slowly, but surely, Ino stopped responding to Naoya's texts and answering his calls. At first, Naoya hadn't noticed, but after Ino ignored him for two entire days, the Zen'in came knocking at his door, yelling about how disrespectful he was being. Ino was about to give in again, but remembered he had to hold firm, or his life was never going to change from the miserable state it was in. He was graduated and attending college. He was an adult.

Naoya leaned against the doorframe of Ino’s house, his arms crossed and his signature smirk plastered on his face. “You’ve been real quiet lately,” he sneered. “What, too good for me now that we're out of high school?”

Ino hesitated, his resolve once again wavering for a moment. Once he thought of all the nights he’d spent hating himself for letting Naoya control him, for hurting the people he cared about, he took a deep breath and stood straight up. If he feigned confidence, maybe he could feel confident.

“I’m done, Naoya,” he said, his voice firmer than he thought it would be. “Done with all of it. I’m not your sidekick anymore.”

Naoya’s smirk twitched, and for the first time, Ino saw a flicker of something resembling disbelief in his eyes. “Excuse me?” he said, his tone dangerously low.

“You heard me,” Ino said, stepping closer, growing bolder. “I’m not your servant. I’ve got my own life to live, and all you've done recently is fuck with it.”

Naoya’s face twisted into a sneer. “You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I’ve done for you? What, you think you're better than me?”

“Yeah, actually,” Ino said simply. “Because everything you’ve done for me came with a price. I'm not paying that shit anymore. Find a new minion.”

Naoya’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say another word. He turned on his heel and stormed off, slamming the wooden door behind him.

For the first time since he met his now ex-best(?) friend, Ino felt like he could breathe.

Until last night, standing in the backyard of the Sigma Pi frat party sipping on a lukewarm beer, Ino thought he could finally put that part of his life behind him. He was at a new school - college, Jujutsu University - with new people. It was the fresh start he needed. He was finally free from the chains of his childhood. He ended things with the girl he was halfheartedly dating since (and during) when he was with you, leaving the last crumbs of Naoya's influence behind. Things were looking up - he finally was in control again.

That was until Sukuna cornered him.

The air around the frat house was thick with the scent of spilled beer, cigarette smoke, and damp grass. Laughter, conversation, and music invaded the air, but it all seemed muted as Sukuna stepped into the dim glow of the backyard's string lights. His presence was suffocating. The man was an enigma, intimidating and unflinching, and utterly unapproachable. Ino's mind raced with what he could possibly say to him.

“You’ve got some nerve hanging around Zen’in, Beanie” Sukuna said, his voice a low growl.

Ah, there it is.

Ino froze. The nickname stung more than he cared to admit. “I’m not hanging around him,” he replied after a pause. He took a gulp of his drink, tightening his grip on the neck of the bottle. “Not anymore.”

“Not anymore,” Sukuna echoed, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips. He creeped a step closer and Ino instinctively shrank, the dark shadows on Sukuna's face making him look scary, almost inhuman. Sharp, red eyes bore into him. “You used to, though. Long enough to know how that shitty snake operates.”

“I made mistakes, okay,” Ino admitted, his voice quiet. His palms feel sweaty, as if they're losing their grip on his beer. Sukuna's unblinking stare makes it that much harder to talk. “But I’m not hanging around him. I'm not that person anymore.”

Sukuna chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest like distant thunder. "Mistakes," he echoed again, almost amused at the words spewing from the boy's mouth. "That’s a cute way of putting it. But the thing about mistakes, Beanie, is that they don’t just disappear because you’ve decided to grow a conscience."

Ino’s hands balled into fists at his sides, his fingernails clawing at the skin of his sweaty palms. He wanted to argue, or to tell Sukuna that he wasn’t the same weak, spineless kid who let Naoya control his life. But the truth was, he didn’t know how much of that was true. He was still figuring out who he was without Naoya’s shadow hovering over him and scrutinizing his every little move.

Sukuna leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Do y'know why I’m even wastin' my time talkin' to you right now?”

Ino shook his head, unable to form words under the intensity of Sukuna’s gaze. The movement is hurried, nerves making his movements jittery.

“Because Zen’in," he spits, "still thinks you’re his little bitch. He’s been sniffing around places he shouldn’t, thinking he’s untouchable. And you?” Sukuna jabbed a finger into Ino’s chest, the pressure just shy of painful. “You’re just a pawn in the cruel games he plays with other people's lives. I mean, why else would you be standing alone, outside, at a party like mine?”

Ino’s stomach dropped. He thought cutting Naoya off meant he was free, but Sukuna’s words planted a seed of doubt. Could Naoya still be using him somehow, even now?

“I’m not in his life anymore,” Ino said, his voice barely above a whisper, throat straining. His pulse quickened as his face settled on an expression somewhere between angry and ashamed. “I swear.”

Sukuna’s smirk returned, but it was colder this time. “You better not be. Because if I even think you’re involved in one of his schemes, I won’t bother warning you again.” His hand gripped Ino’s shoulder, his fingers digging in just enough to make his point clear. “And believe me, you don’t want me as an enemy.”

Ino nodded quickly, his throat dry. “I understand.”

"You ever hear what he did to my brother?” Sukuna’s voice cut through Ino’s spiraling thoughts like a freshly honed blade. The shift in his tone was subtle but lethal.

Sukuna’s grip tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed, as if daring Ino to answer incorrectly. Ino shook his head again, his voice trembling as he managed to whisper, “No, I haven’t.”

The pink-haired man let out a dark chuckle, releasing Ino’s shoulder with a rough shove that sent him stumbling back a step. “Figures,” Sukuna said, his tone dripping with disdain. “Zen’in’s good at keeping his little secrets. Let me clue you in on something, Beanie. My brother? He doesn’t get involved in petty games, and he sure as hell doesn’t cross paths with people like Naoya. After a dumbass martial arts competition where Yuuji carried their team to regionals and won the whole thing, Naoya was pissed. You know what happened?”

Ino’s silence must have been enough of an answer because Sukuna continued, his voice low and icy. “He hurt him. Not physically - Naoya doesn’t get his hands dirty like that. But he went after my brother’s name, his reputation, his livelihood. Claimed he was possessed, a freak. Naoya turned people against him, twisted words, and when he couldn’t win outright, he lied until he could.”

Ino’s stomach churned. This wasn’t a side of Naoya he had seen firsthand, but it was one he could believe all too easily. He had seen the way Naoya manipulated people, the way he used his charm and his name like weapons. But Sukuna’s brother? What could Naoya possibly have gained from targeting him?

“Why?” Ino croaked, the question slipping out before he could stop it.

Sukuna’s expression hardened, and for a moment, Ino thought he might regret asking. But Sukuna answered, his voice a low growl. “Because he could. Because my brother bested him, and for some reason, Naoya saw even his soft ass as a threat. And because Naoya’s the kind of bastard who doesn’t just want power - he wants submission.”

Yuuji, despite his unassuming nature, carried himself with a quiet confidence that didn’t fit Naoya’s worldview. He wasn’t deferential to Naoya like so many others were, and that alone was enough to draw the Zen’in heir’s ire.

Ino felt sick. He had known Naoya was ruthless, but hearing this painted a much darker picture than he had ever let himself imagine. He had been so overwhelmed by the idea of Naoya controlling him, he never stopped to think too deeply about how Naoya controlled others as well.

Sukuna stepped closer again, his towering presence suffocating. “So here’s how this is going to work. You’re done with him - fully done. You don’t talk to him, you don’t even breathe the same air as him if you can help it. Because if I catch you even looking like you’re on his side, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Ino swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “I'm telling you,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m not with him. I’m not.”

Sukuna stared him down for a long moment before stepping back. “Good,” he said simply. “Then we won’t have a problem.”

Naoya might have thought he won with Yuuji, but he didn’t account for one thing: Sukuna never forgets. And Sukuna never forgives.

Sukuna hovers for a moment before continuing, “You think Naoya’s done pulling his shit? Think again. He’s got his sights set on someone else now.”

Ino’s stomach dropped in knowing. “Who?”

Sukuna’s gaze was ice-cold. “You know exactly who. And if you’ve got any shred of decency left, you’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to ruin her again like he ruined so many others. Including you.”

Ino’s mind was all over the place, memories flooding back of Naoya’s snide comments and veiled threats about you. He thought he’d escaped Naoya’s shadow, but now it was clear that shadow still loomed over him. And if Sukuna was right, you were standing right in its path.

For the first time in a long time, Ino felt a surge of resolve. He couldn’t change the past, but maybe, just maybe, he could stop Naoya from hurting you—or anyone else—again.

Ino nodded slowly, trying to process Sukuna’s words. His mind wandered, unbidden, back to high school. He remembered a conversation he’d had with Naoya during their junior year, late one night after too many beers. Naoya had been ranting about some kid who "didn’t know his place," someone Naoya had "put in his place for good."

Could he have been talking about Yuuji?

“I… I think I remember him mentioning your brother once,” he admitted cautiously. “He said something about teaching someone a lesson.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did he now?”

Ino swallowed hard, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut. But now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “It was years ago. He didn’t say much, just… that he did something to get back at your brother. Something big.”

Sukuna took a slow, deliberate step closer, and Ino felt his pulse quicken. “And you didn’t think to do anything about it?”

“I didn’t know what he meant!” Ino stammered as he tried to defend his past actions, an old habit he was having trouble getting over. “I swear, I didn’t know it was your brother. I didn’t know anything. Naoya's cryptic and won't let others in on his plans, only parts of them. I only heard because I had come over to his house and he didn't know.”

Sukuna’s gaze bore into him for a moment longer before he exhaled sharply and turned away. “Typical. The brat's always been good at keeping his hands clean while everyone else does his dirty work.”

Ino hesitated, his mind racing. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to think long and hard about the kind of people you keep around,” Sukuna said coldly. “And because if Naoya’s pulling the same shit now, I need to know.”

Ino’s stomach churned as he thought back to the way Naoya had treated you, the way he’d manipulated and belittled everyone around him. If Sukuna’s brother had barely survived Naoya’s games, what did that mean for the people Naoya was targeting now?

And then it hit him - a memory from high school. Naoya had once mentioned wanting to make you "pay" for something, though he hadn’t elaborated. At the time, Ino had brushed it off as idle talk, but now, in light of Sukuna’s words, it felt more sinister.

Ino’s voice was shaky when he finally spoke. “I… I think Naoya might still be at it. I don’t know what, but he’s planning something.”

Sukuna’s expression darkened further, his jaw tightening. “Then you’d better hope you figure it out fast. Because if he so much as breathes wrong in her direction, there’s not a force on Earth that’ll save him from me.”

“If you see him messing with someone important to me - anyone - I expect you to act. Understand?”

The implication was clear. Sukuna wasn’t warning Ino for Ino’s sake. He was issuing an order, one that came with unspoken consequences if ignored.

“Yeah,” Ino mumbled. “I get it.”

With that, Sukuna turned and walked away, leaving Ino standing there, shaken and alone. He let out a shaky breath, his mind racing. Sukuna’s warning wasn’t just about Naoya—it was about everything Ino had let himself become under Naoya’s influence. And if he was going to change, truly change, he couldn’t just cut Naoya off. He had to figure out who he was without him, and he had to start now.

Sukuna’s words rattled around in Ino’s head, a constant echo that refused to fade. For the first time, he found himself questioning everything - his friendship with Naoya, his choices, and most importantly, his role in the mess that had hurt you so deeply.

The guilt lingered like a shadow, heavy and inescapable, until it finally drove him to pick up his phone after the party. He stared at your contact for a long time, his thumb hovering over the keyboard, knowing the likelihood of getting blocked by you was high. And when you did, and it stung although he wasn't surprised, he didn’t stop there. He sent a message to the one person he thought might actually listen to him: Satoru Gojo.

As much as he tried not to, Ino was a lurker. He couldn’t help it. Late at night, when the weight of everything felt unbearable, he’d find himself scrolling through your Instagram, looking at the fragments of your life that he was no longer a part of. It was self-inflicted torture, but he couldn’t stop.

So when you began hanging out with Satoru, he was curious.

It wasn’t a surprise that you had met someone new, but it still stung. He had lost his right to expect forgiveness a long time ago. From the photos, it seemed like you were happy now. There were pictures of you laughing with friends, trying out new cafes, and exploring places he’d never been with you, and never will. It gave him a strange, bittersweet sense of comfort.

At least you were doing okay.

At least you’d moved on.

Even if it hurt to watch from afar.

It gave Ino a tinge of hope. Yeah, he screwed over all of the chances you gave him, but at least you're happy now, even if he can only watch from afar.

That was why, when you started hanging out with Satoru, Ino’s curiosity got the better of him. At first, he told himself it was nothing - just a passing friendship or a coincidence. There were subtle, fleeting comments, and casual mentions from mutual acquaintances. Ino was sure that you had a lot of new friends, and Satoru was simply another one of those.

Yet the more he saw, the more his unease grew.

At some point, Satoru wasn’t just in the background of your stories; he was an entire presence. He was an character in your life with an active role. Satoru was in the comments, cracking jokes and bantering with you in ways that felt too natural, too intimate. He was the one taking candid photos of you laughing in the kind of way that felt too personal to be platonic. There was a new energy in your posts, a lightness in you that Ino hadn’t seen since before you were together, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was responsible.

What Ino was feeling wasn’t jealousy, exactly. He knew had forfeited his place in your life, and he knew it. But seeing you with someone like Satoru - a guy who had everything he didn't - left a bitter taste in his mouth. Whether it was shame or regret or whatever, he didn't know. He just knew he hated it.

Satoru was everything Ino wasn’t: confident, charismatic, unapologetically himself. He didn’t shrink under the weight of anyone’s expectations, least of all Naoya’s. And you? You looked free with him. Happy in a way that wasn’t curated for the camera. Genuine smiles, the corner of your eyes wrinkling in the kind of way that radiates joy. You were glowing, your smiles wide and unguarded, the kind that used to make his heart skip a beat. It gave him a bittersweet sense of comfort.

Ino told himself it didn’t matter. He was just curious. Just watching from the sidelines. But as the days turned into weeks, the guilt gnawed at him with increasing intensity. It made him think of all the times he’d laughed along with Naoya instead of standing up for you, and of all the ways he’d let you down because he was too afraid to push back.

He told himself it didn’t matter. He was just curious, just observing from the sidelines.

But the truth was that somewhere in the back of his mind, he craved a sense of closure he feared he may never find.

The least he could do was try and help, right?

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getting to know a bit more of Ino's perspective <3 i wasnt going to make this this long but i kept typing and here we are... hope you enjoyed!