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life-of-an-asexual · 11 months

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Asexual Non-Fiction

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

An engaging exploration of what it means to be asexual in a world that's obsessed with sexual attraction, and what we can all learn about desire and identity by using an ace lens to see the world. Through interviews, cultural criticism, and memoir, ACE invites all readers to consider big-picture issues through the lens of asexuality, because every place that sexuality touches our world, asexuality does too.

The Invisible Orientation: An Introduction to Asexuality by Julie Sondra Decker

In The Invisible Orientation, Julie Sondra Decker outlines what asexuality is, counters misconceptions, provides resources, and puts asexual people's experiences in context as they move through a very sexualized world. It includes information for asexual people to help understand their orientation and what it means for their relationships, as well as tips and facts for those who want to understand their asexual friends and loved ones.

How to Be Ace: A Memoir of Growing Up Asexual by Rebecca Burgess

In this brave, hilarious and empowering graphic memoir, we follow Rebecca as they navigate a culture obsessed with sex—from being bullied at school and trying to fit in with friends, to forcing themself into relationships and experiencing anxiety and OCD—before coming to understand and embrace their asexual identity.

A Quick & Easy Guide to Asexuality by Molly Mulldoon and Will Hernandez

Writer Molly Muldoon and cartoonist Will Hernandez, both in the ace community, are here to shed light on society’s misconceptions of asexuality and what being ace is really like. This book is for anyone who wants to learn about asexuality, and for Ace people themselves, to validate their experiences. Asexuality is a real identity and it’s time the world recognizes it. Here’s to being invisible no more!

Asexualities: Feminist and Queer Perspectives edited by Karli June Cerankowski and Megan Milks

As the first book-length collection of critical essays ever produced on the topic of asexuality, this book serves as a foundational text in a growing field of study. It also aims to reshape the directions of feminist and queer studies, and to radically alter popular conceptions of sex and desire. Including units addressing theories of asexual orientation; the politics of asexuality; asexuality in media culture; masculinity and asexuality; health, disability, and medicalization; and asexual literary theory, Asexualities will be of interest to scholars and students in sexuality, gender, sociology, cultural studies, disability studies, and media culture.

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J. Brown

In this exploration of what it means to be Black and asexual in America today, Sherronda J. Brown offers new perspectives on asexuality. She takes an incisive look at how anti-Blackness, white supremacy, patriarchy, heteronormativity, and capitalism enact harm against asexual people, contextualizing acephobia within a racial framework in the first book of its kind. A necessary and unapologetic reclamation, Refusing Compulsory Sexuality is smart, timely, and an essential read for asexuals, aromantics, queer readers, and anyone looking to better understand sexual politics in America.

I Am Ace: Advice on Living Your Best Asexual Life by Cody Daigle-Orians

Within these pages lie all the advice you need as a questioning ace teen. Tackling everything from what asexuality is, the asexual spectrum and tips on coming out, to intimacy, relationships, acephobia and finding joy, this guide will help you better understand your asexual identity alongside deeply relatable anecdotes drawn from Cody's personal experience. Whether you are ace, demi, gray-ace or not sure yet, this book will give you the courage and confidence to embrace your authentic self and live your best ace life.

Ace Voices: What it Means to Be Asexual, Aromantic, Demi or Grey-Ace by Eris Young

Drawing upon interviews with a wide range of people across the asexual spectrum, Eris Young is here to take you on an empowering, enriching journey through the rich multitudes of asexual life. With chapters spanning everything from dating, relationships and sex, to mental and emotional health, family, community and joy, the inspirational stories and personal experiences within these pages speak to aces living and loving in unique ways. Find support amongst the diverse narratives of aces sex-repulsed and sex-favourable, alongside voices exploring what it means to be black and ace, to be queer and ace, or ace and multi-partnered - and use it as a springboard for your own ace growth.

Asexual Erotics: Intimate Readings of Compulsory Sexuality by Ela Przybylo

Through a wide-ranging analysis of pivotal queer, feminist, and anti-racist movements; television and film; art and photography; and fiction, nonfiction, and theoretical texts, each chapter explores asexual erotics and demonstrates how asexuality has been vital to the formulation of intimate ways of knowing and being. Asexual Erotics assembles a compendium of asexual possibilities that speaks against the centralization of sex and sexuality, asking that we consider the ways in which compulsory sexuality is detrimental not only to asexual and nonsexual people but to all.

Ace Notes by Michele Kirichanskaya

As an ace or questioning person in an oh-so-allo world, you're probably in desperate need of a cheat sheet. Covering everything from coming out, explaining asexuality and understanding different types of attraction, to marriage, relationships, sex, consent, gatekeeping, religion, ace culture and more, this is the ultimate arsenal for whatever the allo world throws at you.

Ace and Aro Journeys: A Guide to Embracing Your Asexual or Aromantic Identity by The Ace and Aro Advocacy Project

Join the The Ace and Aro Advocacy Project (TAAAP) for a deep dive into the process of discovering and embracing your ace and aro identities. Empower yourself to explore the nuances of your identity, find and develop support networks, explore different kinds of partnership, come out to your communities and find real joy within. Combining a rigorous exploration of identity and sexuality models with hundreds of candid and poignant testimonials - this companion vouches for your personal truth, wherever you lie on the aspec spectrum.

Sounds Fake But Okay: An Asexual and Aromantic Perspective on Love, Relationships, Sex, and Pretty Much Anything Else by Sarah Costello and Kayla Kaszyca

Drawing on Sarah and Kayla's personal stories, and those of aspec friends all over the world, prepare to explore your microlabels, investigate different models of partnership, delve into the intersection of gender norms and compulsory sexuality and reconsider the meaning of sex - when allosexual attraction is out of the equation.

#asexual #asexuality #aromantic #representation #original post

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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i know the whump community hates women characters or whatever but the lesbian in me is dying for bloody femininity please

let them have thicc thighs and bazoinkas and wear dresses with the hem ripped to shreds so they can run faster. have them sprint in heels. have them use their stilettos as weapons when they jam it into a person's eye. girls kissing girls. beautifully manicured nails chipped and broken away or idly tracing the length of a blade. fishnets and stockings with runs gouged in them. low cut blouses that leave their collarbones exposed to be traced with the tip of a weapon. tight dresses that hug every curve to distract wandering eyes while they spike a drink. girls kissing girls. long silky hair to be wrapped around a hand and pulled. messy curls. a sultry villainess or a vixen in distress. smeared lipstick and mascara running down their cheeks. jewelry ripped from their necks and earrings torn from their lobes. clawing their way out of the carnage to emerge victorious, drenched in blood, beautiful in their madness. being upset that their hair was forcibly cut or their favorite bra was snapped or missing their skincare routine. girls kissing girls. feeling icky when they've been stripped of their womanhood. being empowered when they reclaim what's rightfully theirs through any means necessary. using their sweet face and lilting voice to draw a false sense of security in their victims. feminine rage and revenge. being underestimated because what could such a pretty little thing like her do? girls kissing girls. ultra femme cottagecore babe drenched in red. black leather dommy mommy being the gentlest caretaker. sisterhood. to be kind and nurturing or cold and cruel. did i mention the girls kissing girls.

#sexy sexy women please i love them i cherish them #'ew these tropes are for the male gaze' wrong they're for the female gaze and that's me #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpblr #lady whump #female whumper #female whumpee #caretaker

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seaadc · 5 months

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﹔DADDY’S HOME. ♡

MINOR’S DNI

SMUT, AFAB!READER, DOM!WRIO ‘ND DOM!NEUVI, SUB!READER, NECK BITING, PUSSYDRUNK WRIO & NEUVI, PRAISE KINK (NEUVI), DEGRADING KINK (WRIO)

“daddy’s home” pic above was edited by me, strictly do not use or repost.

made by @seaadc and @seaadc only!

ft. wriothesley & neuvillette <3

they come back home, craving ‘nd needing you— it looks like daddy’s home.

wriothesley

Wriothesley had just finished a long day at work, He just came back from a business trip after all and couldn't wait to unwind.

As soon as he got home, he witnessed something he shouldn’t, or should have.

You had forgot to lock the door to your room, and you already had made a beeline for your bedroom. You were stripped down to your lacy black lingerie and was sat down on your bed with your legs spread wide.

Your fingers were diving deep to your wet pussy, and you moaned softly as you began to pleasure yourself. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the sensation, imagining that it was Wriothesley's fingers exploring your body.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and you froze. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard footsteps approaching. You tried to cover yourself with the sheets, but it was too late. Wriothesley had already seen everything.

He smirked as he walked over to you, unbuttoning his shirt as he took his pants off.

Wriothesley’s eyes fixed on your fingers moving in and out of your pussy. "What a sight," he said, his voice low and husky. "Looks like you missed me too much."

You blushed deeply, feeling exposed and vulnerable. But there was something about the way Wriothesley looked at you that made your pussy throb with desire.

He knelt down in front of you and ran his tongue over your clit, sending shivers down your spine which made his hard cock throb.

You moaned loudly as he licked and sucked on you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

He pulled away suddenly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Missed me too much huh," he said firmly. "I guess I’m going to teach you how to be a proper little slut."

He stood up and pulled you to your feet, pushing you against the wall. He grabbed your hair roughly and pulled it back, exposing your neck for his biting pleasure. You whimpered as he sank his teeth into your skin, leaving a mark that would last for days.

He pushed his cock into you roughly, slamming into you again and again until you were screaming out in pleasure.

Wriothesley’s eyes fluttered as his body moved faster and faster.

Your moaning did something to him, and he felt himself moving closer to the edge.

“Fuck.. When did you get this tight..?” His grip on your hips was tight, and he was trying his best to hold back.

He wanted this to go on for as long as possible, but he felt so good at the moment.

"My little princess.. I missed you and this tight pussy so bad.." He spoke softly as he got even faster.

He grabbed onto your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you harder and harder until you came with a loud cry.

As he finished inside of you, he pulled out and wiped his cock clean with a handkerchief. "Remember," he said as he buttoned up his pants, "Daddy's home."

You nodded obediently, feeling both scared and excited at the same time.

Wriothesley had a way of making you feel both degraded and empowered at the same time, and you knew that there was no one else in the world who could make you feel this way.

neuvillette

Neuvillette’s job as the judge of Fontaine was hard and needed, but he needed you more.

Your husband was a busy man. He hadn’t had time for you— He missed you 10x more than you did.

So as soon as he got home, Your bedroom door was slightly open and there he saw you— sitting on the bed and playing with your vision.

He walked right up infront of the room, taking a slight peek and couldn’t stop himself from getting hard. Neuvillette just wants your love and care for now other than work.

As soon as Neuvillette entered the room, You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The tall man with white hair and piercing blue eyes exuded an air of mystery and desire that left you breathless.

Without a word, Neuvillette approached you and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and tender, yet there was a fierce intensity in his touch that left you wanting more.

As the kiss deepened, Neuvillette's hands began to wander, exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he traced his fingers over your curves, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Without breaking the kiss, Neuvillette lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to undress you.

As he revealed your naked body, Neuvillette's eyes widened in appreciation. "You are truly a work of art," he whispered, before diving between your legs and burying his face in your pussy.

You cried out in pleasure as Neuvillette's tongue darted in and out of your folds, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He continued to devour you for what felt like hours, until you were on the brink of explosion.

Just as you thought you couldn't take any more, Neuvillette stood up and pushed himself inside you. You gasped as he filled you up completely, his cock pulsing with a fierce intensity that left you breathless.

As they fucked each other senselessly, Neuvillette's eyes never left yours. You could see the raw passion and desire burning in them, and it only served to heighten your own pleasure.

As they finally collapsed onto the bed together, both panting and spent, Neuvillette leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "I want to spend the rest of my life exploring every inch of your body," he said softly, before kissing you deeply once more.

From that moment on, You knew that Neuvillette was more than just a man - he was a true master of pleasure, and you were lucky enough to be his willing acquaintance.

#genshin impact #requests open #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #seaadc #genshin fanfic #genshin impact smut #wriothesley #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #neuvilette #genshin neuvilette #neuvilette x reader #genshin fluff #sea writes!#sea completes!

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discordantwritings · 2 months

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Taken Back (Crocodile x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, fem afab! Reader (reader is referred to as girl), degradation, oral sex, facefucking, clothed sex/ dry humping, idk what the nice tag for getting off on a shoe is

WC: 1.9k

Summary: Your old boss is out of prison and back in action. You know he doesn’t like loose ends so you make a play to kill him before he can kill you. Things turn out differently than you plan.

Notes: I am not sure if this is what the requester wanted but my mind went to places that I couldn’t stop and I hope they like it!

Tagging: @keiva1000

Sword griped tight you wait for the lackey pirates to pass as you sneak further into Karai Bari island. Sir Crocodile’s wanted poster weighs heavy in your pocket as you mentally run through your plan once again.

Get into his office. Kill him or die in the process. Finally be free one way or the other.

Shitty plan, but it’s the best you’ve got.

Ever since you heard the news that Crocodile had escaped from Impel Down you knew you had to do this. You knew he didn’t like loose ends. You knew him well, he was your old boss after all.

For years you had worked for Baroque Works, a special agent directly under Sir Crocodile’s rule. You would go so far to say you had a decent relationship with him, as decent a relationship as Crocodile could have. You appreciated his efficiency and ruthlessness and he appreciated your obedience and skill.

You were a spy, often away from Alabasta for months at a time, and you had been away when the Straw Hat Pirates had turned the country upside down. When you got back there was nothing left for you, so you had to rebuild your life. It wasn’t easy- but your skills were more than enough to keep you above water.

But then Crocodile broke out.

It was like a knife was hanging over your head held by only a fraying thread. In every dark alley you expect to see him or one of your old coworkers, every night you shove a chair underneath the doorknob so no one can sneak in. Living in fear wasn’t much of a life. So when you caught wind of your old boss’ new hideout you stole yourself a ship and started sailing.

Now you’re here, sneaking through carnival surplus and dodging the gaze of pirate clowns. You’re not sure how exactly Sir Crocodile got in business with Buggy the Clown but you can’t really spare that much thought to that right now. It’s just a fitting backdrop for your quickly declining mental state.

You navigate carefully according to the (thankfully sound) information you bartered for and avoid being spotted as you come up on the door to Sir Crocodile’s office. Instinctually you know it’s his- painted in that signature dark green he loves so much. Sword in one hand, short dagger in the other you seep your haki into the blades. Pitch black weapons ready, you shove open the door and prepare to attack.

Sir Crocodile looks exactly the same. You figured maybe prison would have done some damage to him, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was still the same broad, imposing, terrifying man.

A man who was standing in front of his desk facing the door. A man who knew you were coming.

You falter in the door way as he smirks at you. All the adrenaline you were running off of evaporates in an instant as you’re faced with the cruel fact you’d be outsmarted.

You really should have known better.

“It’s been a while.” Sir Crocodile says, absentmindedly polishing his golden hook with a cloth.

“It has.” Is the best response you can come up with.

“You were really thinking of killing me? I really thought you were smarter than that.” The slight disappointment in his voice hurts more than the fact he’s going to kill you.

“I didn’t want to wait around to be killed.” You turn the dagger over in your hand, fighting to keep your willpower strong enough to empower the blade.

“Fair enough.” You feel his eyes slide over your form and you fight not to shrink away. “But what makes you think I want you dead?”

“What?” That wasn’t a question you were ready for.

“I don’t think I stuttered.”

“No- I-“ Your stance shifted, letting your guard down slightly. “I’m a loose end. You don’t like loose ends.”

Silence hangs in the air as he seems to contemplate that answer. “That is true. But why did you never think I’d want you working for me again?”

…

Admittedly, that thought never crossed your mind. You were caught up in the countless ruthless slaughters you had seen at his hand and hook. Never did you think that you could come back, that there was room for you to come back.

And now you’ve probably destroyed that chance.

“I clearly had a lapse in judgement.”

“Clearly.” Sir Crocodile pushes himself off his desk and walks over to you and you drop your now useless blades to your side, willpower having run out long ago. “If it wasn’t me this whole gambit probably would have worked. It was good to know you still had all your connections and skills. And no one noticed you sneaking around.”

“You did teach me well.” You admit as he stalks over to you.

“That’s why I’m not going to kill you.” Crocodile is standing only a foot from you now, grey eyes bearing down on you. “I’m going to take you back.”

A confusing rush of emotions swirl in your head as you process the fact that you’re not actually going to die and actually just got your job back. “Thank you sir.”

“You will have to work very, very hard to make up for this though. You did think about killing me.” He saunters back over to his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Of course.” Of course you would never expect things to just go back to the way they were.

“Double shifts, and of course every bit of information you gained while I was away.”

“I will compile all that information for you.”

“And I expect you to come up with some other ways to get back on my good side. You’ve always been creative.”

He wasn’t implying anything. But the crazy cocktail of emotions, adrenaline, and honestly the way your mind was always a bit in the gutter had you thinking about less conventional ways to get back on his good side. There had never been anything between you two but you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it- I mean who could blame you? He was strong, commanding, and incredibly handsome. And, while you didn’t want to get overly full of yourself, you swear you’d occasionally feel his gaze on you when you weren’t looking.

If you were wrong your head might go back on the chopping block but if you were right then you’d get back in his good graces pretty damn fast.

Worth a shot.

You walked over to his desk, one hand trailing on the dark wood as you walk behind it. “I was wondering, sir, if there was anything I could do for you right now?”

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, studying you before answering. “Depends. What are you thinking?”

Of course he was going to make you say it. You can see in his eyes that he knows what you’re implying. He’s playing with you.

You choose not to say anything else, simply letting your knees hit the ground in front of his slightly parted legs. You don’t move after that, choosing to fold your hands in your lap while you wait for him to give you an order.

“Oh well look at this. Seems you are smart.” He shifts in his seat, legs spreading wider. “C’mere.”

You shuffle closer to him, hands quickly finding his belt. You swear you hear him chuckle but you’re too preoccupied with the large bulge growing in his pants as you unzip them. Reaching under his boxers you pull out his half hard length and your mouth waters.

He’s thick- so much so that you know it’ll be a challenge to wrap your mouth around him. But that fact only spurs you on further as you nuzzle up to his base and press sloppy kisses against it. You feel him harden under you and you flatten your tongue and lick a long stripe up from his base to the tip.

“Stop teasing.” His fingers thread through your hair, gripping hard as he pushes your head closer in warning.

You don’t need to be told twice. Taking his tip into your mouth you swirl your tongue around it a few times before slowly taking him further into your mouth. Crocodile groans in appreciation as you sink down, his cock slipping down into your throat until your nose brushes against his pelvis.

“If I’d of known you were so good on your knees I would have hunted you down the second I got out.” His grip pulls you back ever so slightly just so he can shove you back down again. “We’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

It’s thrilling to let yourself be used like this, the drag of his cock in your throat foreign yet intoxicating. You’re already soaked, shifting unconsciously to try and get some friction to relieve the quickly growing ache. Of course Crocodile notices.

“Are you such a whore that you’re getting off on this?” Your eyes flick up and you see him grinning down at you. “Spread your legs.”

You’re confused but you do as he asks, knees going wide and holding onto his thighs for support. It isn’t until you feel the tip of his expensive shoe between your thighs that it all clicks. You grind down on the hard surface and moan around Crocodile’s cock.

“That’s it.” Crocodile mumbles appreciatively above you.

You let him continue to use you, filthy wet noises filling the room as spit drips down your chin and onto his lap. When he’s controlling your head it’s easy to focus your effort on grinding yourself against his shoe. It’s humiliating, degrading, disgusting, and you love it. Your head swims with lust, captured in the feeling of his cock throbbing in your throat.

You know he’s close when his grip tightens on your hair and his hips buck up every time he shoves your face down. If that wasn’t enough signs, his mouth gets looser, filthy words spilling out.

“Fuck you’re too good at this- tight little throat was made for my cock, huh? It’s like you were meant to take me-“ The pulling of your hair brings tears to your eyes, just on the verge of spilling over. “You’re going to swallow what I give you- take my fucking load-“

You feel his cum hit the back of your throat and you do your best to swallow as you’re still held down. You can only swallow so much before you feel him dripping out the side of your mouth and down your chin. Finally he pulls you off and you gasp for air, face still held up for Crocodile to see. His hook comes up to your face and collects the spit and cum on your chin. He presses the cold metal up to your mouth and you lick it up without a thought, earning a groan from Crocodile.

“Such a good girl.” You’re rewarded with him pressing his shoe up to your clit. “Be a good little whore and get off on my shoe.”

It doesn’t take long now that he’s helping, forced to look in his eyes as you moan and shudder, coming undone in a way you never thought you could. As you come down he lets you go and your head falls down to his lap, head light from your orgasm.

“You have certainly proven yourself.” You feel the hook lightly brush through your hair. “And now I’ll never let you go.”

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x reader #discordantwritings

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rainerioun · 27 days

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𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖥𝖮𝖢𝖴𝖲 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖪? | 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽.

— Hi! This reading is pretty straightforward and simple, but I tried to spice it up with other elements. Wishing you all an amazing week!

HOW TO CHOOSE A PILE : The outcome may vary based on whether you receive clear messages visually or intuitively. If you resonate more with selecting a pile visually, trust that inclination. Personally, I believe the notion that 'looks can deceive,' so I prefer to take a deep breath and close my eyes, allowing the pile I'm meant to connect with to come to me. You might see the color of the pile, sense or hear a number, or simply feel its overall vibe.

Please don’t redistribute or edit my content.

MUST READ + MASTERLIST

PILE ONE

Main Focus. Phoenix : Freedom from Suffering and Past Karma. Reincarnation. Nightingale : Fearless Voice, Speech, Communication, or Song.

This week, prioritize expressing yourself openly and communicating clearly. Release worries from past experiences to embrace new ones. Whether through work, hobbies, casual conversations, or anything else, you can offer valuable contributions for personal growth and the benefit of others.

Additional Focus. Step Away from the Crowd. | It's Not an Emergency. Material and Spiritual Prosperity. | Choose Wisely. Teacher : Share Your Knowledge. Teacher — Light : Ability to communicate knowledge, experience, skill, or wisdom.

I was taken aback when I drew two teacher cards from different decks, but it really emphasizes what I mentioned earlier. Allow yourself to unconsciously or consciously guide others. This might involve sharing experiences openly, teaching a skill, or imparting wisdom. This will end up benefiting you in the long term. If you're in a work setting, this could manifest there. If not, it may reveal itself in another form.

If you're currently pondering over a decision or choice, it might resurface later in the week. [ If this doesn't resonate with you, this could also form suddenly and randomly. ] Take your time; there's no need to rush. Remember, it might not be as significant as it seems initially. Approach it with a clear mind and stability, allowing yourself to make a wise decision without being swayed by others or external factors.

If Wanted, Balance Your Root Chakra.

Affirmations: I am centered and grounded. I am safe and secure. I have all I need. I am where I'm meant to be.

Try Using/Wearing: Smokey Quartz, Red Jasper, Black Obsidian, Red Garnet.

Activities: Go outdoors. Walk barefoot. Dance. Meditate. Journal. Ensure you attend to your basic needs. Engage in grounding exercises, both mentally and physically. Physical activities, such as jogging or exercise. Declutter your space. Listen to music or sing.

PILE TWO

Main Focus. Oyster : Patient, Secret-Keeper, Hiding Inner Treasures. Unicorn : Reconnecting to Higher Wisdom or Divinity.

This week, consider starting a journey of deeper self-discovery, even if it's just taking small steps. Nothing happens overnight. Allow yourself to slow down and reflect, practicing patience with both life and yourself. If you're religious or spiritual, try deepening that connection this week; you might discover the answers you seek or a kickstart in the right direction.

Additional Focus. Don't Sweat the Small Stuff. | Rise and Shine. The Waiting Game. | Authority. Family : All in the Pride. Victim — Light : Prevents you from letting yourself be victimized, or victimizing others.

Taking it slow is crucial this week. Rushing through life isn't the way to go; instead, allow things to unfold naturally for now. Empower yourself to let this process happen without stressing over easily fixable or insignificant matters.

For some of you dealing with family or close ones, let things simmer for a bit before diving back in. If not, perhaps reach out and say hello!

If Wanted, Balance Your Third-Eye Chakra.

Affirmations: I trust my intuition. I accept things how they are. I am insightful. I see and think clearly. All I need is within me. I trust in my decisions.

Try Using/Wearing: Sodalite, Lapis Lazuli, Sapphire, Blue Aventurine, Amethyst.

Activities: Visualization. Do puzzles or other mentally stimulating tasks. Do what you simply feel called to do. Pay extra attention to your dreams, and write them down. Get creative. Limit screen time.

PILE THREE

Main Focus. Octopus : Reaching, Yearning, Lacking Boundaries and Direction. Hawk : Watchful, All-Seeing, Messenger of Divinity. Golden Egg : Message at the Center of the Heart, The Unstruck Sound.

Taking quiet time for yourself is important. Embrace the peace and comfort of what you already have. There's no need to desperately search or long for something at this moment. It might feel challenging without a clear direction, but if you've been seeking a sign, consider this it. Pushing and rushing will only lead to a shortage of these things. Allow yourself the time and space to form them naturally, whether you're actively involved or not.

This is just a gentle nudge for a few people: if you've been contemplating starting therapy or seeking help, please consider doing so. I'll leave it at that since it's a sensitive topic.

Additional Focus. Reclaim Your Art. | Celebrate You. Light. | Base Chakra. | Financial and Material Changes. Fullness : Give Thanks. | Conundrum : Up In The Air. Rescuer — Light : Provides strength and support to others in crisis. Acts out of love with no expectation of reward.

For those of you who engage in any form of creativity, no matter how small, consider spending some time alone with your craft this week. You might find it brings even more clarity than before. Embracing the unique aspects of yourself is always a beautiful and necessary thing. Remember, you are strong, and any challenges you face will eventually fade away as long as you continue to love and nurture yourself. Trust that things will work out; sometimes, you have to be your own savior for the right people or opportunities to come into your life.

If Wanted, Balance Your Heart Chakra.

—The Root/Base Chakra card appeared, but I sense that focusing on the heart is more necessary at the moment. You can explore the other later on. If you're still interested, you can find more about it in the lower half of the first pile. <3

Affirmations: Wherever I go, love is all around me. I love myself to the fullest. I am worthy of love. Love flows freely. I feel my heart's calling. I honor myself. I live in harmony. I forgive myself and others.

Try Using/Wearing: Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Jade, Pink or Green Tourmaline, Opal.

Activities: Pamper yourself. Give love and help to those in need. Volunteer. Go to a pet shop. Do things you loved as a child.

PILE FOUR

Main Focus. Panther : Annihilation of the Unnecessary, Purging. Camel : Resourceful, Independent, Knows One's Self.

This week, take a more action-oriented approach. Be bold and productive—it suits you. Try relying on yourself as you tackle tasks and goals. Let go of anything that no longer serves you, that includes toxic people.

Additional Focus. Turn Back. | Connect with Your Soul Family. Heart Chakra. | Rejoice in Celebration. Self-Confidence : Stand Your Ground. | Watcher: Be Your Own Witness. Fool — Light : Fearlessly revealing emotion. Helping people laugh at absurdity and hypocrisy.

You need to learn to be your own support. Celebrate your confidence and embrace yourself. Remember, it doesn't always have to be rigid and serious—you can express this through humor and laughter. You can be a strong figure while also being open about your emotions. Connect more with the people around you in this positive energy.

If Wanted, Balance Your Heart Chakra.

Try Using/Wearing: Rose Quartz, Aventurine, Jade, Pink or Green Tourmaline, Opal.

Activities: Pamper yourself. Give love and help to those in need. Volunteer. Go to a pet shop. Do things you loved as a child.

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—motorcycles; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x reader | resident evil | 0,5k words. ʚ as his mission partner, driving a bike with him as your passenger. ʚ maybe ooc! leon. ʚ a/n just pining after leon bc who isn't?

“We got our ride,” Leon quips. You hear the clink of a set of keys as he dangles them in front of you. He nods towards a big motorcycle with sleek black paint a few steps away from the two of you.

Swiftly, faster than he can blink, you snatch the keys from his grasp.

“I'll drive!” You're already dashing towards it. Your mission partner chuckles and with indignant reluctance trailed after you.

“I should have left you and taken the bike for myself.”

You insert the key into the ignition, twisting once, twice before the engine roars to life. “You would never.”

His dirty blond hair falls over his eyes as he watches you start up the motorcycle. “I could never. Even when I feel like it sometimes.”

You turn to look at him and you almost regret it. His hands brush his hair back and the muscles of his arm contracts and expands to accomodate the movement. His eyes are strikingly blue—the type that can pull you in the longer you stare at him.

You blink a couple of times. There must be something in the air. “Get on, Kennedy.”

“Gladly.”

You feel his weight behind you as he straddles the seat, the warmth of his body even through all the layers of clothing separating you.

“Hang on,” you mutter without thinking, revving up the engine. Your grip on the steering handle falters when you feel his arm snake around your waist.

“This okay?” He asks gently, too close to your ear. You think he does it on purpose, but there's no way he knows—the way your heartbeat spikes whenever he's close, how your palms sweat when he brushes against you accidentally and how, right now, you want to do nothing but lean against his chest.

You nod stiffly, maybe coming off as uncomfortable because his grip immediately loosens. Your stomach flips when his hand comes to rest against your thigh limply.

You splutter, “Don't fall off the bike.”

“Wait, here.” His hand slips away. Your shoulders slump from the lack of contact. You tilt your head back slightly, watching him as he takes of his brown jacket—one that he wears so often it's practically part of him. He hands it to you. “You'll catch a cold.”

“You don't have to—”

Leon gives you a look. “I insist.”

He's already holding it up, raising an eyebrow for you to slip your arms into the sleeves. You relent, letting the jacket engulf you when you put it on. The smell of him is so empowering, you almost consider just letting him take the driver seat because you can't think straight. Not when he's so close to you. Not when you feel tingly all over.

“Thank you,” you mumble, quieter than your usual voice.

“It looks better on you than it does on me.” He gives you a boyish grin, letting his arm circle around your waist once again. “Let's go.”

You don't trust yourself to say anything else. You start the gas and the bike cuts through the sunset-lit road, your heart fluttering the whole time.

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#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #—ki writes 🍯

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horsemenoftheapocalypse-if · 7 months

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(First ever collaboration IF between the Author of King's Despair and Dragon's Edged.)

Writer's Links: Dragon's Edged & King's Despair

(Warning: 18+ The story includes the following: Violence, , self-doubt, cliché’s, child abuse, torture, trauma and many more will be added in the future.)

Kroz&Author

"Greetings, Reader!

You are about to enter a world of darkness, danger, and deception.

A world where a child has been sold to the most powerful underworld company known as the Fates. A world where you will have to make life-or-death decisions for them. This is not a typical story of an orphan or a survivor.

This is a story of a child who has to learn how to kill, lie, and manipulate in order to survive in the dark side of New York City. A city where crime never sleeps and where the Fates control everything from the shadows.

You are not just a passive observer of this story. You are an active participant. You are the voice, the intuition, the gut feeling of the child protagonist. You will have to guide them through their trials and tribulations, their choices and consequences, their victories and defeats. But be careful, Reader.

The Fates are watching your every move. They have plans for you and the child. Plans that may not end well for either of you.

Are you ready to take on this challenge, Reader? Are you ready to face the Fates? Reader I beckon you to join them on this extraordinary adventure, where danger lurks at every turn, and the stakes are unimaginably high.

Through your unwavering presence, you will empower our young hero to face their fears, outsmart their enemies, and ultimately shape their own destiny.

Prepare yourself for a thrilling and immersive experience. Brace for the adrenaline-pumping encounters, the unexpected alliances, and the heart-wrenching decisions that will test the limits of our protagonist's resilience.

The fate of our young protagonist lies in your hands. Choose wisely, for their life depends on it. Decided are we?

Then come closer, and let me tell you more about this story…"

Introduction:

You were a kid, was a kid, now your a cold-blooded killing machine.

Dispensing justice and vengeance using your guns and knives. A modern robin hood you ask? Nope your not wearing any leotard pants or cap.

You're a merciless executioner, killing anyone who crosses your way. But underneath all that bloodshed and brutality, you still have a soft spot for kids.

It all started when you were taken by a prolific assassin, who decided to make you his protege. Armed with guns and knives, he taught you how to kill, track and hunt. But there was one rule that he made you live by, "No children, we never hurt them". That code fueled your respect for the man.

Through rigorous training, you became an expert in sharpshooting, knife throwing, and stealth. You even surpassed the master assassin, becoming the leader of your own hit squad. Together you and him started cleaning the streets from drugs, hoodlums, pimps and mafias. That made you a hero to the poor and downtrodden. But you were known by the authorities as a murderer and vigilante.

Despite all the havoc you reaped, you kept your code. Whenever you had a child captive, you would send them back to their families or orphanage. But one day, rumors of a powerful entity known as "The Fate's" were spreading they deal with guns, prostitution, alcohol, guns for hire, and mercenaries.

It was said that they're the Top Dog of the black market, the consigners of death and terrorisms. You know because your were one of the victims in their child trafficking business.

Now it's up to you to take down "The Fates", the only problem is that you couldn't seem to find any hard evidence against them. It was rumored that they cover their tracks so meticulously.

Until one day a member of their organization was sent to the hit list.

The client? The Fates their selves wanting to kill one their own. Yet there is one problem, your just still a rookie under the eyes of your teacher and he's not getting any younger.

"We need you to get a team and a back-up plan," your mentor said. "To get to The Fates, we need to be ready for everything they throw at us."

Despite his worring tone, you were confident that you can end this once and for all.

Now it's up to the great assassin and their protege, to bring the dark side of the world to light and serve justice to those who deserve it.

"It's time, kiddo," he smirked as he patted your back. "You've proven yourself more than ready for what's ahead, you will be leading this team but under my supervision of course!"

This was an exciting step towards finally taking down the Fates. With your mentor and you leading the team, you were sure it will be successful. After all, this was his legacy, and you will be a part of it. Together, you and him gathered a group of skilled mercenaries, sharpshooters, and information brokers.

You knew it wasn't going to be an easy mission. The Fates were known for their ruthless methods and their underhand tactics. To take them down, you needed to be able to outsmart them.

But this wasn't a rite of passage or even a battle of egos. This was a race against time, a race to save countless souls like you, who were trapped and used for the Fates' twisted plans.

Elizabeth Baker, The Rider of Death

"Appearances can be deceiving. I don't have to be gentle with my words to save your life."

She was once a respected doctor at a prestigious hospital, admired by colleagues and loved by patients. Her passion for saving lives and talent for surgery were well-known. However, everything changed when she uncovered the hospital's dark truth. They were charging exorbitant fees while using second-hand equipment and expired drugs. The medical director was involved in a corruption scheme, siphoning off millions of dollars.

When Elizabeth confronted him, he responded with threats and violence. In self-defense, she accidentally killed him with a scalpel. Fleeing the scene, she left behind her career and reputation, going into hiding. In the underworld, she became a freelance doctor, offering services to criminals and outcasts.

Operating in secret locations, she used whatever tools and resources she could find. Her prices were high, but she maintained high standards. Morality and legality didn't matter to her clients as long as they paid well and respected her rules. With a sharp tongue and a cold heart, she became the most sought-after doctor in the underworld.

Over time, her skills grew, and she began performing complex procedures like organ transplants and limb replacements. You and your mentor have made countless deals with Death, even cheating him a few times, so you know how to handle someone like her.

Nate O'Neil, The Rider Of Conquest

"The beauty of an explosion's light surpasses that of a sunrise!"

Nate is an unpredictable force within the group. He excels at causing explosions and demolishing obstacles, making him the go-to person for such tasks. Nate embodies chaos and has a twisted love for destruction.

Recklessness defines Nate. He thrives in dangerous situations, embracing the adrenaline rush that comes with each explosive endeavor. With a devil-may-care attitude, he charges into any situation, leaving destruction in his wake. His disregard for personal safety often leaves his comrades on edge, unsure of what he might do next.

Nate's passion for pyrotechnics is unmatched. He finds beauty in the chaos and destruction that fire brings, taking pleasure in watching things go up in flames. His eyes light up at explosions, and his laughter echoes through the chaos as he revels in the fiery spectacle. He is a true pyromaniac, using the world as his canvas to paint with flames.

But Nate is not just a reckless demolition expert; he is also the life of the party. With his larger-than-life personality, he fills the room with infectious energy. His boisterous laughter and dark jokes keep everyone entertained, even in dire circumstances. Nate can turn any situation into a comedy show, ensuring there is never a dull moment.

He possesses an innate talent for determining the right amount of explosive power needed to achieve the desired result, whether it's breaching a secure facility or creating a distraction with a chaotic firework display.

Nate is also one of the most loyal members of the group. He always has their back, regardless of the situation. He willingly puts himself in harm's way to protect his comrades and will fight fiercely for them if necessary. His bravery knows no bounds, and while his recklessness can sometimes lead to trouble, it is ultimately his heroic actions that make him the beloved daredevil he is today. Nate O'Neil is a wild card, a dynamo of destruction, and the heart of humor in the group. He reminds everyone that even in the darkest times, laughter and explosions can still exist, and he is always ready to ignite excitement wherever he goes.

Haley Jones, The Rider Of Famine

"When I look through the scope, all I see is you."

Haley, a Texan country girl, was born and raised on a ranch. She had a fiery spirit and a talent for precision. While she was no stranger to hard work and the thrill of the open fields, it was the touch of cold metal and the weight of a sniper rifle that truly ignited her passion.

From a young age, Haley displayed an uncanny talent for marksmanship. Her ability to hit headshots with unwavering accuracy earned her the title of the best sniper in her town's academy. Instead of pursuing a military career, Haley chose to become an assassin, targeting key figures who committed heinous acts.

Haley's movements were as precise as her shots. She never missed a target and always completed her missions efficiently. Her sass and flirtatiousness added to the mystique that surrounded her. She often used her curves to distract opponents, giving her time to get into optimal shooting position. People said that if you heard Haley's rifle, it was already too late - you had been marked and there was no escaping your fate.

Despite being an elite assassin, Haley never lost sight of her roots. She took pride in her Texan heritage and maintained a strong work ethic. After every assignment, she would return home to the ranch to decompress from the chaos. Among familiar faces, she would tend to the fields or go horseback riding, finding solace in the simplicity of her upbringing.

David Garcia, The Rider Of War

"I don't engage in meaningless conversations. Prove your worth or go away."

David is a mysterious and versatile individual. In private, he is quiet and reserved, preferring simple communication. However, during missions, he surprises even his closest allies with his various personas.

David is quick-witted and can easily become a charismatic trickster. With his clever wordplay and silver tongue, he can turn the tide of a battle without using force.

Flirtation comes naturally to David, and he uses it to manipulate and gather information. It's hard to determine his true intentions when encountering him.

Regardless of the roles he assumes, David is always dedicated to completing his missions. He will do whatever it takes to accomplish his tasks, whether it's infiltrating an enemy stronghold or uncovering a sinister plot.

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His Sweet Girl - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 724 words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Blindfolds / Daddy Kink / Oral Sex Author's Notes ➣ A short drabble written for my friend @mrshottiefinder on Instagram, written in an barely hour and not proofread. Comments + reblogs are highly appreciated to support more of my sleep-deprived ramblings, enjoy <3

You were snugly nestled between Tony’s legs, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The plush carpet beneath your knees cushioned your weight as you leaned onto him. His deft fingers traced patterns through your hair, smooth and comforting. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

The space between you and him feels simultaneously intimate and vast. His body radiates heat, and you can feel every inch of it as he stands so close to you. Your longing to feel his skin against yours is palpable, hindered only by the thin barrier of his dress-pants. The scent of Tony’s cologne filled your nose, a blend of musk and spice that was just uniquely him.

Tony was still dressed in his alpine suit. His tie, neatly fastened in a knot around his neck. The contrast of his crisp, tailored appearance against your barely-there attire was always a turn-on for you. You kneeled before him in nothing but a skimpy black dress, which left almost nothing to the imagination and his favourite pair of heels, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze.

The warmth of his touch radiated through your entire body, causing you to melt into his fingers even more. Every breath he took seemed to fill the room with an intoxicating scent that made your head spin.

"Such a good girl," Tony cooed in a deep, seductive tone as he continued to play with your hair, he’d always enjoyed toying with it, he did pay for it anyways.

“How about you play with daddy for a bit, hm? I know you want to." Behind his soft, coordinated actions, you could sense the desperation in his voice as he longed to feel you around him too.

With deliberate slowness, you ran your tongue along the zipper of his dress-pants, your tongue traced a slow, teasing path. Tony’s low groan was followed by a tightening grip on your hair, but you didn't stop.

You wanted to see how far you could push him. You teased at his fly, feeling the zipper with your teeth and tasting the metallic tang in your mouth. But you didn't mind the bitter taste; all you craved was to taste him.

Slowly, you used your teeth to unfasten his fly, all the while keeping your eyes glued onto his. It was a wordless game of seduction, fuelled by the intensity in his dark gaze meeting yours.

With haste, his boxers were pulled down, a stark contrast to your tender, tentative touch earlier. But you couldn't wait any longer; eagerly taking his half-hard cock in your adrenaline-fueled, trembling hands and giving it a few full strokes.

"Fuck, play with it, baby," Tony groaned as he relaxed into your touch, his legs no longer as constricting as they were before. You heard rustling as Tony fiddled to get his tie off, bringing it to your eyes and tying it behind your head, leaving you in near-darkness, completely at his mercy.

You felt his hands pulling at your hair once again as he guided your eager mouth towards his cock. Almost salivating as you took him into your mouth, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of sweat and sex, as well as the salty taste of his pre-cum. You gagged as you took him in with one swift motion, making obscene noises that undoubtedly turned him on as he let out a blissful sigh.

"Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he moaned, one hand gripping your hair in a loose ponytail and the other around your neck, it wasn’t that constricting, but god it was sexy as fuck.

As Tony thrusted into your throat, your lipstick smudged around your cheek and his cock. His movements started slow and cautious as he whispered gentle praises and encouragements, but soon they became frantic and desperate, a clear sign of his impending orgasm.

"Oh god—shit! 'm gonna cum for you, baby!" Tony moaned as he shoved himself deep into the back of your throat. Tears were now streaming freely down your face, mixing in with your once-pristine makeup, staining his expensive tie; but you didn't care anymore. You moaned as you felt his warm cum running down your throat, only intensifying the pleasure for you.

As Tony withdrew, your body was immediately scooped up, your chest pressed onto his firm, muscular torso, the soft pulse of his reactor warming your body as his hands returning to stroke your hair. The tie was discarded without a second thought, finding its place on the floor. His soft, loving gaze meeting yours.

"My sweet girl," Tony smirked, his lips claiming yours.

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lunarlianna · 1 year

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Chiron in sign/house

This asteroid can show you where you have your deepest wound and also where you can heal other once you’ve healed yourself, it can also represent your secret power. It’s one of the major asteroids in astrology, it was discovered in 1977, its orbit is between Uranus and Saturn which this is why it has the characteristics of both these planets. It takes this asteroid about 49 years to travel through the entire zodiac. This is a brief description of this asteroid in each sign/house. My advice is to read both the sign and the house where your Chiron sits.

Chiron in Aries/1st house: when this asteroid is in Aries, you are the kind of person that is hyper competitive but also you have suffered a self-esteem lost, you may have been ignored as a child or your need where not met, there for you may have feelings of worthless also you may be taken advance of quite often. Once you heal, you’ll be the type of person that empowers people to be truth to themselves, you’ll be fearless a fearless individual where your anger can be channeled into more creative aspects.

Chiron in in Taurus/2nd house: when Chiron falls into Taurus you may have a difficult relationship with your body and your self-worth as a person You also have a resistance towards change and can be quite stubborn. You can get addictive to comfort foods, drinking or later in life have hoarder-like tendencies. Once you heal you can be the type of person that encourages others to accept their feminine side and heal their financial trauma or reconnect with their self-worth.

Chiron in Gemini/3th house: you may have a deep fear of rejection and judgmental opinions towards you. You may prefer not to share our thoughts and you have the tendency to question your own intellect very harshly. You can get addictive to gossip like behavior, you may have difficulties in finishing something that you started. Once you heal, you can be great helping others to find their inner voice, you can use humor and wit in order to heal as well.

Chiron in Cancer/4th house: your deepest wound is related to your mother and the emotional needs that were not met growing up. In your family you may have felt like the “black-sheep” and never truly felt like you belong, you may also be an emotional eater. Once you heal you can create a safe place for the community, you can empower and support women in your community. You can heal though the family that you choose rather the one that you are born into it.

Chiron in Leo/5th house: you may struggle with self-expression and being truth to yourself. You may need external validation and enjoy drama way more than you should. Your parents may have told you that you can do anything but one thing, you may think that not everyone is special. You can also be very shy when someone gives you a compliment. Once you heal you can help other people in expressing their truth self and embrace their creative endeavours.

Chiron in Virgo/6th house: you may struggle with self-criticizing, perfectionism, people pleasing and not a clear image of your own body. When you were young, you were let to do whatever you wanted but in the same time the expectations were for you to be more mature than your actually age. Animals can be a great comfort to you and give you peace. Once you heal you can help others be more organized, share practical wisdom and empower others in putting boundaries and take your inner power back.

Chiron in Libra/7th house: there is a struggle with this placement in either ending relationships or committing to them. You can have a hard time making any kind of decisions especially romantic ones as well as having a good social understanding of others. You can have a hard time loving yourself and you may seek perfection in your partnerships. Once you heal you can help other find the love that lays within themselves, you can help them make healthy compromises and establishing healthy boundaries in the relationship.

Chiron in Scorpio/8th house: this is an especially hard aspect for your natal chart, since most of the issues are related to you emotional and psychological needs. This wound usually run very deep into your soul and teaches you how to survive after abandonment and betrayal from other people. It’s usually a complex and multi-layer wound which it calls for self-awareness and compassion towards yourself and others. Once you manage to understand this wound and maybe heal part of it you can help others in extreme situations such as death and rebirth, powerful transformations and sexual healing.

Chiron in Sagittarius/9th house: this wound is usually related to higher learning, belief system and foreign countries. You can have an exaggerated optimism and see the world through the eyes of the spirit and not as a simple mortal, which may give you a distortional view of the world. You may have a hard time believing in your purpose and trust you intuition. Once you heal and understand your wound you can help other find their place in the world, promote inclusivity and diversity, preaching higher truths with compassion and acceptance.

Chiron in Capricorn/10th house: here this asteroid can manifest in having obsessive ambitious and seeking power with all cost, maybe even not feeling that you are good enough to gain recognition and achieving success. Sometimes this placement can indicate that your father had pressured you in being exceptional and feeling like you never can reach his expectations. Once you attempt to heal this wound, you’ll start encouraging others to have healthy ambitious, have a good relationship with their father or authorities and take leadership positions.

Chiron in Aquarius/11th house: with this placement your deeps wound is related to your friends and social networking. You may struggle in embracing your uniqueness and you may have been rejected by friends that you thought there will always bee there for you. You may try to “fit in” and have extreme rebellion phases in your life time. Once you understand your wound and try to heal it, you’ll encourage others to be unique and embrace their quirky side, you’ll be a social activist and you’ll seek social justice in a healthy manner and encourage other to do the same.

Chiron in Pisces/12th house: here you wound is related to your boundaries, spirituality and the tendency to escape reality. You may have a hard time forgive yourself, even do you always forgive other, sometimes this wound can come from a past life time or can be inherited from your family. You tend to escape reality and not be in the present moment. Once you attempt to understand and heal your wound, you can help other find their spiritual path, explore their creative side and embrace their artistic abilities. Through healing other you can heal yourself as well.

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contemplatingoutlander · 5 months

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Why are U.S. courts afraid of the 14th Amendment? Because it’s radical.

"The 14th Amendment has once again proven too bold for the judges empowered to interpret it. Political forces are at play again, this time fearful of a backlash if Trump is removed from the ballot. As this case makes its way through the appellate process and, most likely, to the Supreme Court, it should be understood in the context of how the timidity and unwillingness of judges to acquiesce to the judgment of the 14th Amendment’s framers effectively derailed our democracy’s promise after Reconstruction and until the mid-20th century. We must ensure that it does not do the same in the 21st."

--Sherrilyn Ifill, visiting professor, Harvard Law School

This is an important article about why the 14th Amendment was written and why judges are afraid to use it to ban Trump from running for office. Consequently, this is a gift🎁link so people can read the entire article even if they don't subscribe to The Washington Post.

Below are some excerpts.

Judge Sarah B. Wallace’s decision that Trump engaged in insurrection but is nevertheless qualified to run for office is emblematic of the often outright resistance courts have shown to the 14th Amendment’s guarantees and protections. This instance applies to Section 3, which bars any participant in a rebellion against the government of the United States from holding public office. But almost from its inception, all the amendment’s radical provisions have inspired fear and timidity in jurists of every stripe. I use the word “radical” deliberately. The 14th Amendment was conceived of and pushed by the “Radical Republicans” in Congress after the Civil War. They were so named because of their commitment to eradicating slavery and its vestiges from American political life. A number had been abolitionists, and all had seen the threat that white supremacist ideology and the spirit of insurrection posed to the survival of the United States as a republic. Although the South had been soundly defeated on the battlefield, the belief among most Southerners that insurrection was a worthy and noble cause, and that Black people — even if no longer enslaved — were meant to be subjugated to the demands of Whites, was still firmly held. The 14th Amendment was meant to protect Black people against that belief, and the nation against insurrection, which was understood to constitute an ongoing threat to the future of our country. Frederick Douglass, the formerly enslaved abolitionist who rose to become one of the most prominent voices of the Reconstruction period, had no illusions about the persistence of the “malignant spirit” of the “traitors.” He predicted that it would be passed “from sire to son.” It “will not die out in a year,” he foretold, “it will not die out in an age.” [color emphasis added]

I encourage you to read the full article, which goes into detail about how the US judicial system has been afraid to actually adhere to both the spirit and letter of the 14th Amendment, and in so doing has done a major disservice to Black Americans for well over a century, and to our nation as a whole.

#14th amendment #section 3 #us judicial system #insurrectionists barred from holding political office #trump #racism #sherrilyn ifill #the new york times #gift link

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Have seen very little discussion on this website about the situation in Haiti and figured maybe I’d try to start the conversation?

For those who aren’t aware, Haiti is the only country that led a successful slave rebellion which led to the establishment of an independent country, and a day hasn’t passed where they haven’t been punished for it. The country never had a chance to flourish as the west made sure to suck it economically dry and then dip when nothing was left.

This has left the country horrifically unstable in every way possible. However, the last few years, it has been on the brink of collapse due to absolutely no political leadership and as of now, Haiti has completely collapsed. The country is mostly run by gangs all competing for power. There is no where for refugees to escape. The west has completely abandoned any meaningful intervention and it has mostly been South American, Middle Eastern, and African countries who only seem interested in trying to bring peace. But since 2024 has begun, it is a terrifying place to be full of completely innocent people being screwed over by the west for standing up for themselves.

Of course, this is heavily over simplified and I have no personal connection to Haiti. So under the cut, I’m adding much more accurate and insightful information, as well as fundraisers, books, petitions, and Haitian run businesses and social media accounts. As someone who is studying history, it doesn’t take long to realize most nations struggling today have been victimized for wanting autonomy and freedom. From Palestine to Sudan, to DRC to Ukraine, there is so much preventable tragedy. As someone from a country who has historically inflicted these conditions on a lot of these nations, it’s frustrating to feel powerless to the injustice. I truly find the only thing that puts my mind at peace is education and spreading awareness. Don’t let their suffering be in vain.

*please correct me if any of this information is inaccurate*

Basic information:

Wikipedia

HAITI: A Brief History of a Complex Nation

Britannica: History of Haiti

How Haiti Was Forced To Pay Reparations For Freedom

[video] A Super Quick History of Haiti

The Root of Haiti's Misery: Reparations to Enslavers

Timeline: Haiti’s History and Current Crisis, Explained

[video] Why Haiti is in a Constant State of Emergency

A Brief History Of Haiti

The Haitian Revolution and the Hole in French High-School History

[video] How the World Destroyed Haiti

A Timeline of Haiti

Haiti: a history of intervention, occupation and resistance

[video] Fighting for Haiti

How Toussaint L’ouverture Rose from Slavery to Lead the Haitian Revolution

The Disappearing Land : Haiti, History, and the Hemisphere

History of Haiti

A History of United States Policy Towards Haiti

What is the history of foreign interventions in Haiti?

Haitian history and culture: A selection of online resources

Books:

The Black Jacobins: Toussaint l'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution

The Haitian Revolution

Silencing the Past

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theblackfemininesociety · 25 days

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Why 'Hoe Culture' is a Detriment to Our Society, Particularly the Black Community.

Hey Besties,

Welcome to The Black Feminine Society! We pride ourselves on creating a safe space for Black Women to heal, grow, and embrace their femininity. Our mission goes beyond just creating a supportive environment. We believe it is our duty to have open and honest discussions about the challenges that can be detrimental to our culture, while also shining a light on the right paths for Black women to take.

At The Black Feminine Society, we are committed to holding ourselves and each other accountable. Our goal is not to tear down another Black woman, but rather to empower and uplift one another. We firmly believe that by addressing the issues within our community, we can drive positive change for the greater good.

So let's talk about it…

As 'Hoe Culture' is gaining increasing momentum, particularly within the Black community. It is a matter of grave concern that such a culture is being propagated, especially considering its adverse impacts on the perception of Black women and young girls.

The music industry, a formidable influencer of society, plays a significant role in this degradation. Many lyrics and music videos often depict women as objects of desire, thereby demeaning their worth. This portrayal of Black women is not only disrespectful but also aids in perpetuating stereotypes that have haunted the community for centuries.

The lack of genuinely empowering role models for young girls is distressing. Our society seems to drown out voices that advocate for respect and dignity, while those who succumb to the pressures of being overly sexualized for relevance are amplified. It is heartbreaking to witness the precious innocence of young minds being corrupted by such destructive ideologies.

The propagation of 'Hoe Culture' also distorts the perception of what healthy relationships should look like. It fuels lust over love, leading to superficial connections devoid of real affection or respect. This is not what relationships should represent. Relationships should be about mutual respect, understanding, and love, not superficial attractions.

Also, the media tends to glamorize 'Hoe Culture', conveniently ignoring the trauma associated with it. It is not all fun and games, as they would have us believe. The reality is much harsher, filled with emotional turmoil and personal distress.

This brings us to the concept of trauma bonding, a situation where individuals develop a strong emotional attachment to those who hurt them. It is a cycle of abuse and reconciliation that can lead to severe psychological effects, including low self-esteem and chronic mental health issues.

In the world of social media, especially on platforms like Instagram, young girls often feel pressured to participate in 'Hoe Culture', fearing that they might be ostracized otherwise. Behind the glamorous pictures and seemingly perfect lives of IG models lies a sad reality of mistreatment and deception. It is vital to remember that these are curated images, not reflecting the reality of their lives.

Before I conclude, I want to leave you with a motivating message:

To all the beautiful Black women out there, remember that you are so much more than what society tries to label you as. You are strong, beautiful, and worthy. Your body is your temple, a sacred sanctuary that deserves respect and honor. Protect your heart, keep it exclusive for those who genuinely deserve it. There is no rush to fit into societal norms; remember, it's okay to be selective. Your worth is not defined by the number of likes or followers, but by the strength of your character and the depth of your spirit. Be proud of who you are and never let anyone dim your light.

#304 culture #black culture #black woman #black women in femininity #classy black women #open discussion #ho3 culture

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djuvlipen · 1 year

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There's something I've been meaning to talk about for a while now.

It's the impact of the trans rights movement on the Romani feminist and gay rights movements.

Now, most Romani rights organizations are very disconnected from the Romani masses. They really don't speak for us at all. Most of them get private fundings from the EU and billionaires like Soros (x). That's what leads a lot of Romani feminist groups to supporting the sex trade (x), despite Romani women being among the first victims of sex trafficking in Europe (x).

With the trans rights movement, we've got Romani feminist groups praising Romani men for taking the place of Romani women. Antonella Lerca Duda, a Romanian Romani transwoman, is featured on many Romani feminist posts whose aim is to present empowering Romani women (x) (x). Antonella Lerca Duda is "the first transexual Romani woman to run for mayor in Romania".

German Romani feminist organization RomaniPhen even chose to include his portrait in their post about powerful Romani women - instead of chosing to picture an actual Romani woman (x). Duda also created a "sex work" organization that fights for the decriminalization of prostitution. He's not our sister and he doesn't fight for Romani women. Yet he was even invited to co-write and star in a play from the only female-only Romani theater troup in the world, Giuvlipen, once again taking the job that could have gone to an actual Romani female playwright and to an actual Romani female actress (x).

In Spain, the trans movement is piggybacking on the back of the Romani rights movement. "Trans women" and "Gitanas" are associated in a manner much similar to what the TRA movement is doing in the US by associating "Trans people" and "Black women". Thus Spanish Senator Teresa Ruiz-Sillero recently said that ""Personas LGTBI (en particular trans), inmigrantes, personas gitanas" se considerarán "colectivos vulnerables de atención prioritaria"." ("LGBTI people (trans in particular), immigrants, romani people" will be considered "vulnerable groups to give a priority attention to") (x)

Many tweets from popular TRA Spanish accounts associate Romani women and trans women (I'm only gonna add three examples because this post is already long; you can look up "gitanas + trans" on twitter to judge by yourself):

And many Spanish Romani activists and organizations are denouncing TERFs as fascist and fighting for self-ID laws

Nevermind the fact that Romani women desperately need sex-segregated spaces considering that Romani women are particularly vulnerable to domestic violence and sexual assaults (x). Nevermind the fact that saying Romani women are not female because we're Romani is inherently racist.

But it's even worse when we think about the Romani gay rights movement. As opposed to many other gay rights movements, the Romani one is very recent. Which means we never got to build up a proper LGB Romani movement detached from "queer theory". We never got a movement only dedicated to SSA Roma, because trans and queer activists are behind all our LGBT groups. Gender rhetoric is deeply embedded in the Romani gay rights movement.

Here's a clip from the ERRC, the largest Romani rights organization in Europe, organizing a workshop on LGBTIQ Roma in the Balkan and in Spain. No lesbian or bi woman is present in this video. There's only one (straight) woman. The person with the longest speaking time is a TIM. This is particularly bad considering Romani orgs have a tendency to ignore Romani women's voices (x).

Ara Art is one of the largest Romani LGBT organization in Europe. On their website, they have interviews with trans Roma. These interviews are deeply sexist and homophobic: here's one in which a gay boy raised in a homophobic family comes out as a trans woman. This story is framed in a positive light.

Romani organizations are repeating the lie that Stonewall was started by "trans women" and are further erasing gay men and lesbians from their own history (x). They publish articles framing LGB Roma's sexuality as "sexual dissidence" (x). By supporting the trans rights movement, orgs like Ververipen, Ara Art and ERRC are supporting the sterilization of LGB Roma. All over Europe, Romani organizations hold conferences to discuss "LGBTIQ rights" (x) and are interviewing Romani TRAs (x), all in order to fight for trans rights (that last link even includes an interview with a biromantic asexual transman lmao). There's no LGB rights movement that exists outside of the gender realm for Roma.

source: Asociacion Gitanas Feministas por la Diversidad (x) and E-Romnja, one of the largest Romani feminist org in Romania (x)

Gadje newspapers are writing articles about "Queer Roma" (x). Gadje academics are writing gender theory thesis about "Queer Roma" (x).

This doesn't help LGB Roma. In my so-called progressive, Western European country, my Romani relatives used to tell me that LGBs were deviant perverts while I was growing up. My local Romani community openly calls for the lynching of LGB Roma. Most European Roma are deeply religious (muslim or christian), sometimes to the point of being fundamentalists. The vast majority of European Roma are working class and don't care about "queer theory".

Yet the associations that are supposed to be fighting for us are reinforcing the idea that LGBs are perverts and that not supporting the homophobic trans ideology makes you a fascist. Since Romani rights groups are all very recent, we never even got the chance to make our own movements before we got swipped into the gender trend.

The trans rights movement is actively harming Romani women, LGB Roma, Romani feminist and Romani gay rights movements.

#roma #gender critical #drop the t #lgb #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists please interact #radical feminists do touch #radical feminists please touch #radfems do touch #radfems please touch #radfems do interact #radfems please interact #radblr #radical feminism #this post is so long and boring i hope it won't flop tho it took me an hour lol

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 months

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"Time & the Trickster"

A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 8: For Now

While stranded in Iceland, you and Loki share an intimate moment, finally deciding to surrender to your feelings. In England, Sylvie tries to get The Doctor on her side.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): smutty descriptors, semi-public nudity, the sex in this chapter isn't descriptive (I wanted to keep it tamer this time, it's all written poetically and at the very end)

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Your head was spinning, throbbing, completely thrown into a sensory nightmare as it made attempt after attempt to recalibrate and reground you.

Where am I?

Currently? Sitting upright on a bed, in what appeared to be a small, well-kept suite. You were conscious of a pillow propped up behind your neck.

Where is here?

Inside a hotel somewhere on the coast of Iceland, though nowhere near any major population hubs like Reykjavik.

Who is here?

Loki was sitting beside you, a cup of water in hand. Joey was perched at the end of the bed, doing research on his beyond-cracked phone.

What’s happening?

Your boat sank, leaving you stranded like Mary Ann and Gilligan with no way off the island.

Now what?

You had no idea.

“Water?” Loki asked.

You gently shook your head. “I’m fine. Just a little lightheaded still.”

“Lokes, can I ask you something?” muttered Joey, his voice low.

“Yes?”

“How have you been feeling? Any more signs of the timelines caving in or whatever?” he asked.

Loki bit his lip and looked at you with concern. “I can’t imagine your bodies would be capable of noticing yet, but the air is getting denser, and there’s this….”

Taking out his time stone, it was shining brighter than you’d seen it yet. All three of you leaned in to observe it. “...it won’t stop glowing now. It’s as if we’re moving toward something that’s empowering it. I think it’s a good sign, but I wish I knew for certain.”

“But you can’t, like, use it?” Joey suggested with uncertainty. “Touch it and make a wish?”

“You don't think if I could I would have?” Loki twisted his lip with just a twinge of sass. “It would have saved us a sunken boat and two weeks of sailing with that rather bitter couple.”

Your brother shrugged and looked around. “Yeah, they’re not happy right now. Glad those two got their own room.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, joining the conversation. “But how long are we stuck here? Need I remind you both, we aren’t exactly here legally.”

“Carrie and Shane are going to salvage the yacht in the morning, then we’ll know. The family that owns this place has the equipment, and they’ve already offered to help,” Joey explained. “You were kind of leaning on him the whole discussion, though…” he said, indicating Loki.

“Sorry,” you moaned, lying back, “I’m kind of blacking out intermittently. I don’t even remember how we got up here, or what even happened after Loki and I--”

You trailed off, realizing that your last member was of his face pressed against yours, lips entwined. You felt yourself go hot all over.

“Then we’ll all go to bed,” Loki proposed, breaking the tension. “But you should finish this off first.” He held out the cup of water in his hand. You sighed, taking it reluctantly and draining it with one long sip. Not caring that you were still in your clothes, you rolled under the bedsheets, which were much softer and cooler than the ones you’d grown accustomed to on the boat.

When Loki didn’t move to get in beside you, you gave him a sad look. “Perhaps you should take the whole bed tonight, if you’re still ill.”

You shook your head a little too quickly, and it took everything in your power to hide how much the jerky motions sent your vision blurry. “I want you here, next to me. You saved my life.”

He looked at you with sympathy, and perhaps with more. Joey awkwardly cleared his throat as he pulled two earplugs out of his pocket. “Good thing I swiped these from the first aid kit.”

You gritted your teeth in annoyance. Loki looked unconvinced, but he agreed and slipped in next to you. Joey flipped off the lamp between the two beds, shoving the foam buds into his ears and turning away from you, facing the window.

“Y/N,” you could hear Loki whisper, inches away from your ear, “there’s something you need to understand--”

“--I know,” you cut him off. “I can’t be allowed to feel like this. I know that you can’t stay here with me forever.”

He didn’t answer. You carried on. “But maybe this doesn’t have to be about forever.”

You felt the sensation of a single finger begin to run up and down your face, followed by a shallow sigh from your bedmate. “Loki, never in my life would I imagine that you would be here, saving me from drowning, jetting halfway across the world. I’ve decided that I don’t want to waste this crazy chance encounter.”

He still wasn’t replying. Your heartbeat was beginning to pick up, which he must have sensed, for her cupped your cheek in his palm, as if to quell your nervous shakes.

“Loki…can I just love you for now?” you asked meekly, your voice cracking with insecurity.

A single word from Loki finally cut off your monologue.

“Yes.”

“And maybe you could…” you weren’t sure if you wanted to finish your sentence. “Maybe you could love me for now?”

You held your breath for several seconds, until the cool, soft lips against your brow broke the tension.

“Please, let me say one thing before I answer,” Loki asked. “Things happen to the people I open up to…bad, bad things. Some of them can defend themselves, but--”

“--I just hit my head on a rock and nearly drowned at sea,” you interjected. “I’m thousands of miles from home and in bed with a man who doesn’t exist. I think I’m at least a little aware of the dangers you’ve brought down upon Joey and I.”

You could hear him chuckle under his breath. “Yes, I suppose so.”

You could tell his thoughts were drifting away from you, perhaps toward some of those ‘others.’ Like Sylvie.

“Whether I’m in your arms for a day or a lifetime, it’s where I want to be,” you said quietly, letting yourself smile as Loki ran a gentle thumb over your lower lip. “I can feel you’re fighting it, Loki, but the way you kissed me tonight…what did it mean to you?”

“It meant that I nearly lost you, and was relieved enough that I kept you...”

Your heart dropped, until he amended his answer.

“...and that I wanted to kiss you.”

He kissed you again, but this time you could barely feel it. “However, you’re still recovering from a head injury. Now isn’t the time for an illicit tryst.”

You pouted, grateful that at least he couldn’t see your frowning face. “Then, when is the time?”

Feeling a long, strong arm slip itself under your head, you rolled onto your side, leaning your head onto Loki’s shoulder.

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow!”

The Doctor was still unsure he was understanding Sylvie correctly. She was a God. A God from a Parallel Universe called Asgard, much like the ancient stories from Norway. In fact, she was an altered version of the Trickster God himself, Loki, here to collect him and bring him back to fulfill some grand purpose that would save the timelines and send everyone back to where they came from.

And she wanted to go out into the world to find this Loki tomorrow? It would take him a week to figure out what was going on in the first place, and why this was involving him at all! This mysterious woman had only appeared hours ago, and the communication barrier between the two of them was no closer to being breached than it had been when she’d arrived.

“Doctor, he’s the cause of all of this!” Sylvie insisted, still intrigued somewhat by the box of enormous temporal anomaly.”He could be anywhere in the Realms!”

“What Realms?” The Doctor muttered, throwing several crumpled paper maps leading to various places and planets across the TARDIS console.

She’d spent the entire night attempting to explain it to him. Well, in the way she saw things, anyhow. It had been very fortunate that her stone had worked, once she’d seen how it shot Loki clear through the air and at the Loom, where he’d disappeared into nothing. Hopefully, OB’s theory had held, and the stones would attract one another, leading Sylvie to the same timeline that Loki had wound up in.

This Doctor fellow was also a foreigner to this reality, it seemed. However, his understanding of time and space did not match any that she’d ever heard of. Her already-short fuse was burning through just listening to his mile-a-minute blather. He was worse than Loki. At least Loki took breaths between his sanctimonious soliloquies.

“Does this timeline have only one?” she asked.

“Well, maybe, some parallel worlds might count, but those are just different threads of time running alongside one another at different speeds and outcomes,” The Doctor reasoned. “It seems closer to my reality than to what yours sounds like. My reality has a big fat time rift running through Cardiff, but not this one. Just my luck,” he mumbled, lowering his voice in disappointment, “I land in the one universe where literally NOTHING FUN EXISTS!”

Sylvie took a step back and raised an eyebrow at his sudden, brief outburst, which left as quickly as it came on. The Doctor returned to his smiley, pleasant default.

“Sorry about that,” he said quickly. “But you did say this was Loki, right?”

“...yes.”

“Ahhh!” The Doctor began thinking out loud again. “Loki, Loki’s a figure of lore and legend around here, but he’s somehow real! Sort of like…like…” he stood up and looked at Sylvie with amazement as the wheels turned in his brain. “Me!”

“You?” asked Sylvie, rolling her eyes and wishing he’d slow down for five minutes.

“Oh Sylvie, you and Loki aren’t the only legends that came to life on this planet!” The Doctor said. “The realities are beginning to ensnare…YES! I can feel the stickiness in the air now…it’s unsettling, can’t you feel it??”

The Doctor grabbed Sylvie’s wrist, dragging her out of the police box and into the pre-dawn breeze. Indeed, she could feel as if the currents around her were a little heavier, a little more difficult to ignore.

“We’ve fallen through the knots in the time streams, Sylvie! We’re reality where we belong, but only stories here, because with the infinite universes that can be created and destroyed with a single decision, surely there are some where our very existences are contingent on the creative processes of--”

“--oh, do shut up!” Sylvie groaned. “Why can’t we go looking for him?”

The Doctor stopped his thought, looking a little saddened that his dramatic, exciting epiphany was halted in its tracks. This newcomer was helping him figure things in his head, but she wasn’t exactly the most pleasant presence. While in his eye, ambition usually painted a lovely picture, he couldn’t help but imagine that Rose would be asking questions, suggesting something different…letting him finish his speeches, at least!

“Where? WHERE do we look, Sylvie? Do you even know the topography, the geography, the physics, ANYTHING about this world?” He looked at her with desperate intensity.

She knew the answer, but she could never admit it, even to herself.

“The stone could help us,” she suggested. “He has one as well. Besides, I’ll know when my alternate self is nearby.”

“He has one? You didn’t mention that!” The Doctor plucked the gray/green time stone out of her fingers, holding it less than an inch from his eyeball.

“Yes, but it’s stronger than this one…and bright green.”

As if on cue, the TARDIS gasped once, and the dim gray light within yielded to the very same bright hue.

“...like that, Sylvie?” he asked, pointing at the light through the open TARDIS door. “Like that?”

She nodded silently. “Exactly like that.”

The Doctor ran back inside, Sylvie trailing and closing the door behind her. He looked over the dashboard and licked his lips, making countless calculations and theorems on the fly in the time it took Sylvie to reach him.

“Oh, perhaps we don't have to meander far at all, my friend,” The Doctor whispered.

Sylvie leaned in, reaching over for the time stone that he still held. He didn’t mind when she snatched it back, and the room went dim again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the TARDIS has been trying to tell me something in spite of the time vortex blockage…it’s been doing this for oh, about three weeks, and it did it again when you showed up, only to match your colors.”

“Get to the point?” Sylvie asked, her patience officially gone.

The Doctor shrugged and leaned back. “Sylvie, I don’t think we have to go searching for Loki at all...I think Loki’s making his way to us.”

You were much better after eight hours of sleep, which brought you to late-morning. Loki had clearly been awake for hours, as he was just coming in the door with Joey when you stirred for the first time.

“They retrieved the yacht already,” Loki announced upon seeing that your eyes were open. “Has a lovely hole in the side of it.”

“It can be ready the day after tomorrow if Shane and Carrie work on it all day,” said Joey. “There’s not nearly as much damage to the boat as we thought. It just happened in the worst possible spot! Ugh, I need to shit--”

“Thanks for sharing,” you mumbled, your last word rolling into a loud, long yawn. Joey proceeded into the bathroom, slamming the door a little too roughly.

Loki chuckled under his breath before sitting down next to you on the bed, twisting his side so he could lean over as you sat up.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” he answered with a sweet half-smile. “How’s your head?”

“Better.”

Was last night an invention in your scrambled brain? Or did you confess something to Loki in bed last night, encouraging him to allow you into his heart, if just for a few more days?

“Your brother mentioned a hot spring on this hotel property,” Loki mentioned. “Not an artificial pool mind you, but a natural hot spring--”

“--yes, they’re all over Iceland,” you said, shuffling down the mattress to perch next to him with one of your thighs brushing his. “They don’t have volcanoes and earthquakes and all that shit in your universe?”

“Oh, I wasn’t expressing amazement,” he insisted. Taking your hand, he gave it a squeeze that was enough to shoot adrenaline through your system, making you instantly hot.

“I was just about to remind you, it’s ‘tomorrow’ now, which means it’s time to discuss that illicit tryst.”

That was it. You could’ve died where you stood, the immediate rush of heated ecstasy betraying you. “And you wanted to…go in the spring?” you encouraged him, trying your best to ignore the sweat beading your brow and your quickening breath.

Loki nodded. “I’ve been awake for hours. There really isn’t much else around here to put us in a romantic way.”

You wanted to snort at the odd wording. Being ‘put into a romantic way’ sounded as antiquated as being ‘in the family way.’ God, just say it, Loki! We want to make out! Christ! Did all of Asgardians really speak like a Kenneth Branaugh production all the time? You imagined for a moment how exhausting that would be. No wonder the Asgardians were so strong.

“Where is ‘here’?” you asked. “I never saw a sign.”

Joey called out gracelessly from the bathroom. “SOME LITTLE NOWHERE TOWN ON THE SOUTH COAST!”

You rolled your eyes. “At least we aren’t near a major population center,” you mumbled bitterly. “The less attention we attract while we’re here, the better!”

It had been a long day. You decided that in order to get the right ambience for your, as Loki put it, tryst, it needed to be dark, or at least twilight. However, in Iceland, the summer sun didn’t set until well after 11pm. You had an entire day to kill, so you all did so by helping to restore the SS Stormbreaker. Joey had already been asleep for hours when you and Loki snuck out the door to visit the spring.

The hot spring was on the farthest edge of the hotel property, behind a maze of wooden fences that wound about this way and that, providing privacy to the guests. Even in the open summer air, you could feel the added humidity as you and Loki found your way to the center of the labyrinth. The spring was a light blue, naturally carved into the bedrock, hot and fizzing. It was roughly the size of a health club’s pool, but not quite as deep. All around were deck chairs, small tables, and fairy lights strung across poles illuminating the air around you.

“Oh, wow,” you said quietly, not expecting something quite so posh. “And it appears it’s all ours!”

Loki smiled. “This reminds me of the springs on Asgard. From eons ago when I was a boy.”

You looked up at him and began to fiddle with the sash of your terrycloth robe. “Tell me about it, Loki. Please.”

“You don’t know about them? But my life is an open screen to you,” he muttered, a slice of bitterness mixed in with the usual tone.

You shrugged and took a breath before letting the robe drop, showing that you were bare underneath. You could have sworn Loki’s eyes bugged out the moment he saw your flesh under the rising moonlight. “The films only show us what the writers see. Tell me what you see.”

It was as if seeing his positive reaction to your body embolden you, and you took a step toward the steps leading into the spring.

Loki dropped his robe, revealing his own body, but you weren’t looking back just yet. You took a step, and the mild, bubbling water kissed your ankle, causing you to emit a soft sigh of relief after a long day working on a boat.

“What I see…” Loki began to walk up behind you, “...is more stunning than any film could show me.”

Finally, the surface reaching your hips, you turned to take in the one thing that even your wildest dreams couldn’t produce for you. Loki’s form was flawless, every curve gracefully defining his musculature, every ankle pointing the way to his best features. For his svelte figure, you didn’t expect so much actual muscle bulging under his skin. Of course, his member was longer when flaccid than any mortal man’s you’d ever seen before when fully erect.

Damn, Loki, that thing could impregnate an entire convent with a sneeze! You couldn’t wait to feel it for yourself.

“Shit,” you mumbled, “You really are a god. Sure you aren’t Heracles?”

Loki lapped up your earnest adoration and did a slow model’s turn, showing off a rock-hard ass to go along with his massive…everything else. “I assure you, that bubble-brained club-thrower can’t compare.”

“He’s real too?” you asked incredulously.

He shrugged off your awe. “Of course! My parents forced my brother and I to entertain Zeus’ kids whenever they were in the Realm on a diplomatic visit. The Olympians, I’m sorry to say, are all brawn. Not a creative thinker among them. At least the Iceni can teach you interesting battle styles.”

You rolled onto your back, letting the water take you into the center of the spring with a slow backstroke. Loki pursued you, though even in the deepest part of the pool, he was exposed up down to his navel.

Choosing to dip himself under and swim beside you until you found the far wall, Loki watched you with soft, appreciative longing. It occurred to him for the first time since Sif reminded him of their own brief sexual interlude, Loki had been celebate for an inordinately long time. Even kissing Sylvie had been different. It had been a distraction, a last-minute thought. Loki realized as he watched you swim naked that his need for you was solely on his own terms….for once. He wanted to touch and worship you.

“Y/N…” he backed against the wall and spread his arms over the side, beckoning you to fold into them.

“Please tell me about those times,” you bade, resting your head against his shoulder and wrapping your far arm across his torso. “The ordinary times. I’m sure they will still be magical.”

“None so magical as right now,” he whispered, drawing your chin up with a finger, extracting a gentle kiss from your lips.

As before, when Loki was telling you about his adventures with Mobius, Sylvie, and the TVA, he wove his tales like Arachne weaving a web. The rich, vivid images he painted sent you into his nostalgia, which was held aloft with golden spires and grand throne rooms. It was easy to drift away in his arms to those amazing places you could never see. Every story, from the time he convinced Thor to dress as a princess to trick an evil dwarven prince out of marrying Sif, to the smaller tales of the times his mother taught him magic, sounded like their own film, perhaps a missed opportunity by the corporate yuks in Hollywood to show the real Loki to this world.

“Mmmm I wish you could take me with you,” you sighed sadly.

“Mortals don’t last long where I come from,” he replied. “Even if you could come with me, I wouldn’t allow you to see--”

“--see what?” you asked, sitting up.

He’d spoken too much. There was no way Loki could tell you what he knew awaited him once The Doctor saw to his return. You would be crushed, devastated, and helpless to save him. It was entirely possible, after all you’d done for him, you would try and follow him, likely dying in the process. Loki wasn’t sure you could even survive the way he was tossed through the timelines.

In his mind, the best way for this adventure to end was him quietly slipping away to make his move to save time and space, wherein he would sacrifice his freedom and friends for the rest of eternity to sit upon a stone throne and hold the whole of creation between his fingers, alone and unable to move from where he sat. For you and Joey, the best epilogue would be a return to your normal lives, with you sitting down every weekend to ‘visit’ with Loki through the filmed stories he’d left behind, like a haunting memory that echoed a little too strongly.

Loki looked at you and smiled, taken in again by how you appeared under the dim glow of the string lights. How could he have ever foreseen that the most beautiful being he’d ever met would be a human? He leaned in for a kiss, and despite how he was obviously diverting your attention, you chose to ignore it and relish instead.

The first time you saw Loki on screen, your life changed. Of course, it had started as a girlhood crush on someone you knew well enough was a movie star with an image to unhold once he took off the leather armor and garish helmet. You knew you were one in a sea of millions who felt the exact same emotions as you left the theater time after time, watching every Loki appearance as if it were a Super Bowl.

You’d even cried before the opening credits of Avengers 3, having watched Loki die in heroic sacrifice. You couldn’t stay for the rest of it. It was the first time you’d walked out of a Marvel movie…yes, you’d even stuck around for Iron Man 2.

But every moment of that short night, as Loki made glorious work inside you, that younger woman’s broken heart soared above the stars. Your inner voice sang praises to the forces of fate, or God, or whatever it was that brought him to you as a birthday gift. Every thrust of his hips, caress of his fingertips, lick of his tongue against your neck, was a new hymn.

If only you could stop time itself with your duet. Sadly, two words kept echoing like annoying little taps against your apartment wall:

For now.

Every dream was only for now, even the ones worth chasing. This intrusive thought only made you hold onto Loki’s shoulders and press your cheek against his chest harder, refusing to let him go.

For now? For now…

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