#mercurial-space-case

[echotunes]

8 + 20 for the ask meme!!! How's your day going also??

hello mercury hi!! my day is not that great tbh i am still sick and it is Rough. but well we prevail and all that

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

well I never finished the planned sequel to so raise your glass high and now I'm not into 3rd life enough anymore to do it properly... which is a shame because it would have been fun. I had a title and content picked out and everything (it was gonna be about the battle of dogwarts and titled for tomorrow we die. because y'know. it's the other half of the lyric)

other than that: I still want to write more in the Fitpac ASOIAF AU Luka and I have been passing back and forth!! it's so fun and I have a million ideas I just never actually get around to writing them...

20. in what year did you publish your first fic?

uhh. pulls up fanfiktion.de. 2016 apparently! those were times

(fic writer asks)

[nasa]

Artemis Astronauts Have Drills, Too!

Chances are, if you have ever spent time in a school or office building, you have experienced a fire drill. Well, astronauts practice emergency drills, too!

Since we began sending astronauts to space, we have used systems and drills to practice moving people safely away from the launch pad in the unlikely event of an emergency during the countdown to launch.

Early Mercury and Gemini programs in the 1960s used a launch escape system in the form of a solid rocket motor that could pull the astronauts to safety in the event of an emergency. However, this system only accounted for the astronauts, and not other personnel at the launch pad. NASA’s emergency systems have since improved substantially to include everyone.

Artemis II will be NASA’s first mission with crew aboard the SLS (Space Launch System) rocket and Orion spacecraft. Artemis II will fly around the Moon and come back to Earth. Beginning with the Artemis II mission, we will use a track cable to connect the mobile launcher — the ground structure that supports the rocket before and during launch — to the perimeter of the launch pad. Picture a gondola ski lift beginning at the top of the rocket and ending all the way down to the ground. In case of an emergency, astronauts and support crews move from the capsule into the crew access arm, climb into one of four baskets waiting for them, and ride down to the ground.

There, members of the Pad Rescue team are ready to scoop the astronauts up and whisk them to safety. Think of the Pad Rescue team as spaceflight knights in shining armor. Except instead of saving crew from a fire breathing dragon, they are whisking the astronauts away from a fully loaded skyscraper-sized rocket that’s getting ready to lift off.

The Artemis II mission will also introduce several new ground systems for the first time – including the new and improved braking system similar to what roller coasters use! Though no NASA mission to date has needed to use its ground-based emergency system during launch countdown, those safety measures are still in place and maintained as a top priority.

So the next time you practice a fire drill at school or at work, remember that these emergency procedures are important for everyone to stay safe — even astronauts.

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[moon-painted]

my personal experience with 12th house synastry

⟢ i’ve been into astrology for 2 years now, and during this time i’ve noticed astrologers tend to not give much explanation to 12th house synastry. and i totally get why, it’s one of the most confusing houses in both synastry and natal charts, but today i’d like to talk a little bit about my personal experience with this complicated house and how it felt for me

⟢ so, for 6 months, i was in love with this boy who had a stellium in my 12H, and gods, was it the most confusing thing of our lives. he had his sun, mercury AND venus in my 12H house, so let’s dive into this. but before i start, i want to mention that this is my PERSONAL experience and what happened in my case, doesn’t mean will happen in yours too

⟢ also, please take notice that other placements and aspects can 100% influence how your own synastry chart plays out

his sun in my 12H

⟢ i can confirm that what they say about the sun person not seeing the house clearly is very much true. sometimes it seemed like he idealized the idea of me while he wasn’t even sure of his feelings towards me

⟢ it seemed like his mind was in a total fog and he just couldn’t understand what he was feeling for me no matter how much he tried to. and i gave him PLENTY of time and patience to understand his feelings

⟢ as for me, the house person, let me tell you that i had so many dreams with him that it genuinely wore me out because those dreams were so vivid too. like i swear i have never in my life had so many dreams of only one person. and they were so frequent too. there was a time when i was dreaming of him almost every night

⟢ as if the dreams part wasn’t bad enough, i started over romanticizing every thing he was doing towards me and even managed to fool myself that he was SO in love with me, when in reality not even he was sure what he was feeling. the problem is that i didn’t even realize i was doing all of that until a friend pointed it out to me

his mercury in my 12H

⟢ now, i truly feel like this was the only decent placement. i noticed we tended to think very alike, always finish each other’s sentences. sometimes i used to think of something and then he would bring up the same thing in our conversation

⟢ for me, i always felt like he was the only one who could comfort me when it came to some serious personal problems of mine. it felt like somehow he always knew exactly what to say to me to make me feel better

⟢ there were moments when our conversations seemed to never end, but don’t get me wrong, there were moments when we would sit in absolute silence too, just scrolling on our phones. but even that silence felt comfortable

his venus in my 12H

⟢ i feel like this was the placement that made it so difficult for us. i viewed him as the person i want to have a relationship with and portrayed him as my ideal partner

⟢ i was confused when he rejected me, but when we talked i realized he viewed me as someone too good for him, someone he’s scared he’ll hurt if he realizes his real feelings and those feelings are platonic

⟢ in our case, he had a time period when he tried to convince himself his feelings were romantic but he wasn’t able to so, therefore his feelings remained uncertain up to now

⟢ there were other times when i would hang out with him then when he’d left, people would ask me if we’re a couple or not. and when i told them no, they’d tell me that he surely likes me then because they see it in his eyes?? yeah and then he admitted people told him the same thing about me. SO it seems that for this placement everyone from the outside tends to see the connection besides the people who are actually involved in it

⟢ 12H synastry rarely works and it didn’t work in my case either, yeah, but if it didn’t work for me, that doesn’t mean it won’t work for you either. just don’t repeat our mistakes and try to talk openly with the other person, so there is no space left for confusion <3

please don’t copy my work. it’s my personal experience and work and i would like to have that respected, thank you.

[fishnapple]

Use your 3rd house & Mercury for manifestation

Finding your own manifestation method that gives consistent results, at a consistent frequency is peak life magic for me.

My manifestation method is called "Written coloured words on calendar". I have a theory that since Mercury is associated with The Magician in Tarot, it has something to do with manifesting, especially by using verbal or written words. Mercury will help manifesting the themes of the house that it rules. While the energy of the planet that rules your 3rd house will be the tool to communicate and express your messages.

Do give it a try and tell me if it's effective for you too. If you have your own manifestation method, feel free to spread the magic.

1. What you need

Coloured pens (the colour of the ink of the pen or the lead if you are using pencils, not the colour of the case)

A calendar that has space to write on (other things like a piece of paper or notebook don't work)

Basic astrology knowledge & your chart: you should know what planet rules your 3rd house and what house does Mercury rule in your chart

2. How I do it

The colour: Choose the pen with the colour that matches the colour associated with the planet that rules your 3rd house.

The phrase: I write "I want/need change" with that coloured pen around the space of the present day on the calendar. The phrase should be short, with a broad meaning, conveys the matters related to the house that Mercury rules in your chart. Don't be too specific like I want a red dress or I want 100$, start with general terms like asking for changes, surprises, chances, opportunities, helps, guidance.

Timing: the manifestation will happen within the next week, without fail, this is how it worked for me, the speed might depend on the planet that rules your 3rd house.

Example of how it works: I have Mercury rules my 3rd house & 6th house so it can be straightforward, whenever I wrote "I want change" with green (colour of Mercury) pen on the calendar, within the next week, a new business partnership/offer & more works (3rd & 6th house matters) appeared, I met someone new who would have Gemini or Virgo or both placements in their chart, who I would do business with, work with, travel with or became my friend (3rd & 6th house matters).

*Notes:

So you won't be able to manifest other things related to different houses & planets other than 3rd house and Mercury? → Most likely, I've tried with different houses & planets but it usually had short-term effect or no observable effect, while 3rd house and Mercury gave more long-term effects.

Each manifestation works only once, if you want it to happen again, you will need to write again.

3. Colours associated with each planet & their effect

Here is the list of effects I have observed through the years practising this. It can change depending on your chart though, try to experiment with each one yourself.

Yellow - Sun: Joyful events

Grey - Moon: No observable effect

Green - Mercury: Business, friendships, partnerships (strongest manifestation power, at least for me)

Pink - Venus: Interactions, pleasant exchanges

Red - Mars, Black - Pluto: Immediate unpleasant effects like traffic problems, meeting people in bad moods, troubles with machines, things become more hectic

Navy - Saturn, Blue - Uranus, Teal - Neptune : No observable effect

Purple - Neptune/Jupiter : Increase or decrease of interactions with people, can give rise to popularity but can also slow down your progress (I haven't really figured out this one yet)

Orange - Jupiter: Chances to expand your perspective, be more brave, test your resolution and faith. Some events can be negative at first but will turn out alright, after that you will learn some valuable lessons.

About me | Masterpost

[writteninthestars288]

One of those days

Summary: Robby takes out his frustration on the wrong person

Pairing: Dr. Robby x OC (Alexandria Greene). Also heavily featured Dana because she’s the bomb.

*The chokehold this show and this man have on me right now needs to be studied*

“Did you give Mohan the okay to run a heavy metal panel?”

Ria turned towards the rough voice. She furrowed her eyebrows when she was Robby coming up to her, a look of frustration on his face.

“Yes I did. She presented her case and I agreed that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check them out.”

“She is presenting clear psychiatric symptoms.”

“Maybe but they can also be symptoms of high mercury levels. Something I know Mohan presented to you before being dismissed. What is so wrong about having it checked out?”

“What is wrong is I gave Dr. Mohan clear instructions and instead of following them, she went behind my back to you who then undermined me.”

Ria looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief. She could feel people watching them but neither doctor cared at this moment.

“Undermined you?” Robby nodded making Ria scoff. “You know, I know today is hard for you but you don’t get to sit here and take it out on me.”

She saw the way his jaw clenched but she didn’t care. He had been on edge with everyone all day, it getting worse as the morning went on.

“This isn’t about me.” Typical. “This is about you going behind my back.”

“Robby it-.”

“I gave Dr. Mohan an order and instead of following it, she came to you. You had no right to undermine my orders. You are a resident and I am the attending.”

He hadn’t meant to say it. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think about it.

His heart sank when he saw the look in her eyes. The way her jaw clenched and the small step she took back to give herself some space.

“So that’s all I am then? A resident?”

The hurt in her voice was enough to sober Robby up completely.

“I didn’t-.”

Ria held her hand up to cut him off. “Understood, Dr. Robinavitch. It won’t happen again.”

Hearing his name was a punch to the gut. He was never Dr. Robinavitch to her. Always Robby when they were at work, Mikey saved for the private moments they shared, but never Dr. Robinavitch.

“Ria-“ that’s all he got out before the young brunette in front of him sauntered away towards the central bay in the ER. Robby let out a silent groan and closed his eyes. This was not what he intended to have happen.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw Dana watching from the nurses station. The look she was giving him told him everything.

“Don’t.” Dana gave a humorless laugh and threw her hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say anything. You said enough all on your own.”

Robby clenched his jaw and took a step, presumably to follow the young doctor he had just successfully pissed off but Dana stopped him.

“I wouldn’t unless you want everyone in here to see you get stabbed with a syringe.”

“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, walking towards the nursing station. Leaning his elbows on the counter he brought his fingers up to rub his tired eyes.

“Yea well you can’t really take it back now. If I were you, I’d give her space and focus. Gloria catches wind of this and it’ll be just another item on her list.”

Robby let out long sigh but nodded none the less. Dana was right. Right now he needed to focus.

“You’re right.”

“I do love hearing that sentence come from you.” She smiled wide.

“Don’t get used to it.”

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“Are you okay?” She heard a soft whisper coming from her right side. Turning, she saw Dr. Mohan standing to her left. Alexandria, or Ria as most people called her, just gave a curt nod.

“Fine. Why?” Mohan gave her a look as she stepped closer to where Ria was updating her charts. Ria watched as the woman looked around, presumably to see if a certain cranky senior attending was listening.

“Santos said Robby gave you shit for giving me the okay to order that heavy metal panel.”

The young doctor clenched her jaw. Santos and her big mouth were gonna be the death of her.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t handle. Besides it ended up being necessary right?” The last thing she needed was for the panel to come back completely clear. It would only fuel Robby’s anger on the matter.

“Yea her mercury levels were through the roof. Remind me to never buy face lotion from overseas without checking every single ingredient.”

Ria gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.

“See? If all it cost us was Robby throwing his dick around because he’s having a bad day and didn’t have a say in it, then I call that a success.”

Samira just gave her a small smile before walking off. Ria let out a sigh as she continued charting, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

She knew what today was. She knew the stress Gloria was bringing down on him. But that didn’t mean she was going to allow him to take it out on her or any of the other residents.

All day she had seen small instances of him cracking. Poor Whittaker looked like he was going to vomit when he was caught eating over Robby’s desk. She was thankful that after their spat, she had been incredibly busy.

Every time she’d see Robby make his way towards her, she got pulled in with another patient. It was like someone above was looking out for her. And this time was no different.

Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up, seeing familiar brown eyes set on her. She only spared him a quick glance before looking back down at her work.

“You gonna let him apologize?”

Turning to the spot where Samira just occupied, she saw Dana had taken her spot. She risked another quick glance and saw Robby was starting to make his way towards the pair.

Ria cleared her throat. “Not unless he admits he’s being an ass today.”

Dana laughed and gave the young doctor an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. “I think we both know we have a better chance at clearing the waiting room before that happens.”

Ria let out a small giggle just as Robby got to them. He tried to seem casual, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets but Ria could see the tension lines around his eyes.

He shot her a small smile and she wanted to curse. She knew he knew his smile got her most times.

“Dr. Greene can I see-.”

“Dr. Greene!” All three heads turned to see Perlah waving for Ria. “We need your help in trauma 4. Finger reattachment.”

Ria nodded, grateful for yet another get away. She wasn’t really ready to listen to what he had to say, still upset at being made to feel like she was merely just a resident doctor who wasn’t trusted to call big shots without his consent first.

“Excuse me, Doctor.”

Dana bit her lip to suppress a laugh as Ria scooted past Robby and made her way down the hall.

“Did you really think a smile would work?”

“It usually does.”

Dana scoffed and shook her head. “Men. You really are all the same.”

“What does that mean?” He asked as they started walking the floor.

“It means that you guys expect us woman to give in too easily.”

“I didn’t mean-.”

“Mean to what? Pull rank on a very capable doctor who made a call that ultimately could have saved a patient's life? Not just a doctor might I add but your girlfriend.” Dana lowered her voice for the last part. Only a few select people knew that they were together.

He hated when Dana was right. “I want to apologize. I just need a few minutes without us being called. Would you uh, be willing to help me with that?”

Dana gave him a comforting smile. She loved Robby like a brother and knew how much Ria meant to him. Plus, if she could help Robby make up for his mistake, he’d owe her one and soon it would be time again to go and give The Kraken his meds.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

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“Alright Mr. Gibbons you are all set.” Ria pulled back away from the bloody appendage after successfully reattaching the man’s right middle finger. “Dr. Javardi here is going to get you set up with an appointment to follow up with Ortho. For pain, I would stick to Tylenol and make sure the incisions do not get wet for at least the end of the week.”

The older man nodded. “Thank you so much Doctor. You have been great.”

“It was my pleasure. Next time that lawn mower gives you trouble, make sure the power is off.” She gave him a cheeky smile making the older man chuckle and nod. She gave him another wave before stepping back out into the chaos.

“Ria?”

Ria looked behind her to see Dana once again.

“There is a patient in central who is being a pain in the ass. Seems like he may be having a mental health episode but nobody can get him to calm down enough to triage. Could you go work your magic?”

“Sure. Anything I need to know?”

Dana shook her head as the pair made their way over. “Just that he’s been quite difficult. Mood swings out the ass. He’s making Myrna look like a saint.”

Ria’s eyes widened as the pair came to a stop infront of the room.

“I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Ria nodded before heading in.

“Hello my name is-.” Ria cut herself off as she pulled the curtain back. She didn’t know who she was expecting but she knew for sure she hadn’t been expecting to see Robby laying in the patient’s bed. “What the fuck?”

“Oh doctor thank god you’re here.” Robby threw his arm across his forehead dramatically. Ria had to stop herself from laughing, thankfully her confusion was still present enough to block out any humor she found in this.

“What are you doing?”

Robby jumped down from the bed, rounding the front so he was a few feet in front of her. “Can we talk?”

“Talk? Gloria is on your ass about patient satisfaction and time spent with patients and we’re taking up a room, giving her more ammo towards you.”

“I can handle whatever shit Gloria throws my way.”

“I don’t think now is a good time, Doc-.”

“Ria please.” Ria heard the tension in his voice and saw it in his shoulders. “Just let me do this. And if after you decide you’re still upset with me, then so be it but please, just let me talk.”

It was silent between the pair. Robby wasn’t one to initiate talks like this. Ria knew better than anyone he had a tendency to try and shove these kinds of talks under the rug. He had gotten better about them since the two got together but it was still a work in progress.

Seeing the effort he was making, she decided her pettiness could be put on the back burner for now. She just gave a small nod, one Robby reciprocated before continuing. “What I said earlier was completely out of line. You were right in calling for the labs. I should have listened to Mohan. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t just that. Do you understand how you made me feel? To be dismissed as just another resident?” For the first time today, she let the weight of his words from earlier hit her. Her eyes stung slightly and her throat started to feel tighter.

Robby’s eyes softened as he looked at her. He really had done a number.

“I don’t expect special treatment because of our relationship but I do expect to be treated as the doctor I am. To not have my decisions ridiculed in front of everyone in the department just because you wanted the case closed to appease the fucking people upstairs.”

“You’re right.” Robby took a step towards her, happy when she stayed put and didn’t move away. Taking a chance, he reached down and grabbed both her hands in his. “I uh, I haven’t been in good form today. I’ve been short, stressed, and near sighted.”

Ria tried to hide the look of shock on her face. Robby wasn’t one to admit to his feelings that fast. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”

Robby chuckled and shook his head, rubbing smalls circles on her hands with his thumbs. “No, just realizing that my own issues are getting in the way of something much more important.”

Ria sighed and squeezed his hands. “I know today is hard. I know what he meant to you. It’s okay to not be okay, Mikey.”

Mikey. Just hearing that made Robby let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. Mikey meant they were gonna be okay.

“But,” Ria started, “that doesn’t give you a free pass to take that out on anyone else. Especially the interns. Whittaker looked like he wanted to change professions after you caught him eating at your desk.”

“He was getting crumbs-.” The look Ria gave him made him stop talking and just nod. “I will try and make sure I keep my emotions more in check.”

“Thank you. You keep saying this is a teaching hospital. But, the more you ride them, the more their confidence is going to dwindle.”

Robby just nodded before pulling Ria against him in a hug. One arm went around her shoulders while the other tucked her head against his chest.

“You’re really bending all your rules today aren’t you? First you talk about your feelings appropriately and now this?” Ria had a small, teasing smile on her lips. The pair refrained from any sort of PDA while on the job. One, because not many people knew they were together and they wanted to keep it that way, and two, they were at work and wanted to remain as professional as possible.

“Today is just one of those days I guess.” Ria let out a small giggle and snuggled in closer, breathing in his scent. Robby ran a hand down her ponytail, tugging slightly so she’d move her head to look up at him.

Brown eyes connected with blue. The hand that was in her hair came to rest on her cheek. Robby bent down and placed a small kiss on her forehead, lips moving down until they were millimeters from Ria’s.

“I’m sorry.” It was soft, something meant for just her right now. He’d apologize to the students and other residents at some point but right now, Ria was all that mattered. He needed her to be able to get through this day.

“Thank you” was all she was able to say before Robby pressed their lips together. Ria let out a small sigh, moving her hands from where they had been resting Robby’s back to rest on his chest. Her fingers curled into his hoodie just as Robby pulled back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Does that earn me a good patient satisfaction score?”

Robby laughed and gave her another peck before pulling back completely. He needed to put some space between them before things got out of hand. They were still at work after all.

“Well you didn’t sit by my bedside, but I still felt personally connected.” Ria giggled but lost the chance to respond as the door to the room opened and Dana’s voice rang out.

“Okay lovebirds, times up. We’ve got an incoming hit and run victim coming in. ETA three minutes. Robby, Kraken is due.”

Robby groaned as Ria looked up at him.

“Kraken? Since when do you give him his meds?”

Robby sighed and ran a hand over his very tired face. “Since I mistakenly made a deal with Dana. Can you uh, can you handle that trauma until I get back?”

Ria smiled and nodded. Robby gave her a small nod in response, pressing another quick kiss to her forehead before heading off with Dana.

“You guys okay now?” Dana asked as they made their way over to Kraken’s room. Robby nodded, feeling like at least one of the weights he was baring was off his chest.

“We’re okay. Thanks again for your help. What did you end up saying to her to get her to come over?”

“Told her we had what appeared to be a psych patient who was losing his mind and we needed her to work her magic to calm him down.”

She laughed as Robby just stared at her. “Hey, you said to make it seem real.”

Robby just glared at her as the team got ready to go in and administer the medication. A flash of brown caught his attention. Turning, he saw another team, this one headed by Ria running over to the double doors as their hit and run victim came in.

Robby listened as Ria started shouting orders as they wheeled the patient into trauma one. Their eyes briefly connected, Ria throwing the tiniest, but still noticeable smile his way before the doors closed.

Robby let out a content sigh as he put on his gown and gloves while Dana started giving everyone their jobs. They were gonna be okay.

[anika-ann]

Restless Hearts - S.R.

Type: one-shot, established relationship, next-to-zero plot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 6,2k

Summary: Moving in together with Steve is the dream come true – or it should have been. You didn't exactly have the chance to benefit from that since he shipped off to a mission for days and is only now coming back.

You grow restless. And to make it worse, you only get to reunite with him on this stupid pompous party instead of your home. Well. Just few more hours of socializing to survive.

You could handle that, right?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, semi-public sex if you squint, unprotected sex, language, Steve being a menace, two idiots in love who can't keep their hands off of each other

A/N: written for the Smutty September Fest hosted by @mercurial-chuckles . Thank you for hosting 💕 I have chosen multiple prompts - finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to f* and quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 🤭

A/N 2: DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics; enjoy y'all 🥰

Sparkling lights. Sparkling drinks. Elegant gowns and sharp suits. Subtle polite laughter and conversation occasionally interrupted by a louder exclamation and a genuine burst of laughter from the groups forming around those who knew how to charm a crowd. A non-descript music, one song bleeding into another, a few couples trying to find space on the dancefloor that had mostly changed into an agora, a space for conversation rather than for moving in well-practiced sync.

The dress skirt brushing over your knees and ankles, a slight chill on the back of your neck as someone opened the balcony doors, letting in fresh April air of New York City. The light stink of alcohol and sweat amongst the hundreds of expensive perfumes and colognes. The rich aftertaste of the sting of bubbles, sweet and spicy on your tongue.

The golden lights shone bright but intimate, reflecting in your champagne glass and prompting you to finish your first – and likely one of the lasts – drink of the night.

You weren’t much of a drinker. You indulged every once in a while, more of curiosity about what fancy brand the host had chosen for the occasion and a thing of courtesy, using the glass like a required social prop.

Such was the case tonight too – a fancy evening for investors and associates of the Earth’s mightiest heroes. Politicians, diplomats, government officials, high-ranking military officials and filthy-rich entrepreneurs – mostly not your crowd, to speak plainly. There was a slightly better company too, even if scarce: former agents and other colleagues – well-vetted beforehand, of course – scientists, non-profit representatives, veterans. Several Avengers too, of course.

But your favourite – the one who had brought you deeper into the world of superheroes – was yet to be found.  

Steve Rogers most definitely was your favourite; nearly flawless moral compass, loyal, protective of the less fortunate ones and his own. A fighter who had won and lost all too much; an artist, who saw beauty around him nevertheless. A kind soul with an enormous heart, perhaps a tad too big for his own body despite his impressive physique. Larger than life and yet somehow humble enough in his insistence that he was just a man, ordinary, like most; just lucky enough to had been given a chance to fight and to defend.

And to love.

Steve Rogers certainly was your favourite, as he should be; the goodness of the world distilled into one man, with a face and a body of worth of being sculpted by the masters of ancient arts, the warmest smile and a sparkle to his eye a testimony to his brilliant mind and wicked humour. All that at your fingertips; all that supposedly yours, as incredible as it seemed at most times.

He was yours.

Your boyfriend of four months and seventeen days.

Not that you had been counting; perhaps just a little. You were innocent in the matter, however; it was mostly your and Steve’s friends, teasing you about taking things slow. According to Bucky, had you been taking things at Steve’s desired pace, with how smitten he apparently was, he would have already had a ring on your finger.

You didn’t dare to judge, afraid of raising your hopes a little too much; however, there was something to be said about Steve Rogers in love. He made it clear; so painfully and blissfully clear, letting you feel his much-reciprocated adoration in hundreds if not thousands of little moments.

In his touch. In his words. In his actions.

Your demanding jobs perhaps did slow down your progress a bit, making even the settling on a day of your first date quite the feat; but it was one of those good things that made the waiting worth it.

If Steve was smitten, so were you; and while a proposal would feel rather rash, you certainly not at all thinking about how you’d probably say yes anyway, because you simply knew, you’d settle for moving in together.

You had moved in together, thirteen days ago.

And the move in that had left you with half-unpacked boxes, cold bed and an apartment lacking the true aura of a home, because the person you wished to build it with was godknowswhere in a middle of Siberia, having left after a passionate welcome-to-our-new-home and a message delivered at three damn forty a.m.

Steve had left the pleasant warmth of your bed at four, with a profound sleepy apology and a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Left for an off-grid no-contact mission. Lasting for days.

For all the faith you had in his skill and strength, the worry that came with him being away for so long without as much of a short text was eating at you; and then there was the matter of simply missing him, the empty feeling only accentuated by having expected to be nearer to him at last and getting this instead. You were an independent woman and you could live your life without a man just fine, but goddamn were you also a woman madly in love, missing your boyfriend.

And you were growing impatient.

You were still at your first drink, yes, but knowing Steve should appear at any moment did not help calm your nerves, the slightly uncomfortable but exciting swirl of anticipation of seeing him again – in a suit no less – as intense as the yearning for comfort of actually seeing for yourself that he was safe and sound.

He had texted you, at last, about four hours ago, that he was on his way, nothing but a couple of bruises already healing, looking forward to seeing you.

You had agreed to meet at the venue; he would be running last minute, or perhaps even fashionably late, grabbing a quick shower and a shave at his at-hand quarters at the Tower, just throwing on a suit he kept there for such occasions. You had offered to help – for the completely selfish reason of seeing him sooner and in private instead of in front of hundreds of watchful curious eyes – but he had sweetly refused, argumenting that at least one of you should be on time and promising he would find you first thing upon his arrival.

You would have grumbled if you hadn’t been soothed by the Love you, can’t wait to hold you again, he had texted after. He was a charming loveable bastard like that.

As the infamous murmur of excitement arose around you, bringing you back to the present, your eyes easily found the source of the commotion: Steve Rogers himself.

Your heart rate accelerating reminded you that not being able to meet Steve before the event might have been a blessing. Had you had the chance to get your hands on him, you two would probably end up being very much unfashionably late; a welcome home kiss would have simply not sufficed.

He was breathtaking.

The traditional black suit with navy blue glint was fitted for certain; tight where it should be, accentuating Steve’s absurdly broad shoulders and thin waist, pants no doubt hugging all the right places from behind somehow complimenting his long muscular legs too, pristine white shirt with a bowtie matching the suit; the soft blue reflection emphasized the colour of his eyes as they scanned the room without ever stopping his progress, his polite smile spreading wide when his gaze found yours, the blue of his irises turning warmer; the most beautiful feature to his face battling the magnificence of his sharply cut jaw.

The instant relief washing over you screamed of how anxious you had actually been before you had seen him alive and well; the warmth spreading through your veins whispered of comfort, a tidal wave of feeling at home after a long travel; the heat curling in your belly and sending sparkles through every nerve ending reminded you that your body had been missing him in all different ways.

Your gaze zeroed on his every step. He seemed to move too slow and too fast at once; and suddenly he was standing in front of you, one hand gently grasping yours, the other lightly laying on your waist, a chaste kiss to your temple lingering as your body naturally sought his and carefully leaned into his entirely publicly appropriate greeting. The familiar woodsy notes of his cologne and aftershave had your heartbeat pick up and instinctively move closer into his embrace and breathing in deeply, the scent going straight to your head; but following his lead, you didn’t get too close, letting the gentle timbre of his voice soothe your need for connection instead.

At last; he was home. He was here, with you, and his love, while contained in socially acceptable gestures, seemed to draw a protective circle around your pair, shining brighter and warmer than the lights and all the luxuries around combined.

“Hey sweetheart. It’s so good to see you,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek this time, his eyes lit alive as he retreated, a hint of a smile still playing in the corner of his lips. “And you are absolutely stunning. Almost tripped over my feet the moment I set my eyes on you.”

Resisting the urge to tenderly slap his side at the exaggeration, at making your face burn hot – and something inside you purr with satisfaction since you had chosen your outfit with care, much like your makeup and hairdo – you gathered your composure, straightening your posture and charming a smile for him in return.

In one of many late-night conversations, when he had revealed his artistic side to you, he had admitted he loved to feast his eyes on all kinds of art from the most ordinary ones to the rarest; you had understood then that while a fighter and just a man in his core, his soul was a thing seeking beauty and goodness everywhere. In both things and people. A doodle could make him smile and hum in delight as much as a painting or a sculpture, he had said shyly; a building, an arrangement of flowers, a beautiful dress too. The last one, however, he had appreciated most on a woman as bewitching as yourself, he had told you, a tender finger on your jaw, a glint of dark mischief in his eye, lips slanting over yours and stealing your breath in a matter of a second; proving he was appreciative of you just as much when you were wearing nothing at all.

This time, however, you liked to believe he enjoyed the sight of you in the dress indeed; the top was hugging your curves like a second skin, the dark crimson fabric bled into a breeze-light skirt, shorter at the front, longer at the back, offering a less-than-scandalous but still teasing peek of your legs and clear view of your matching heels.

“It’s really good to see you too, love. And you look quite handsome yourself… I nearly dropped my drink upon seeing you,” you reciprocated with a small smirk, pointedly finishing your drink at last, heat flaring in your core when you caught Steve’s gaze lingering on your lips as they barely touched the edge of the glass, not leaving an imprint despite the dangerously red colour of your lipstick.

As you set your glass on the nearest table, you took a satisfactory note of Steve’s gaze flickering even lower, and bit back a smile.

As high as the neckline of your dress was, actually reaching half-up your throat and barely but chastely covering your shoulders, the oval-shaped cut stretching from between your collarbones down over your sternum was a rather intentional trap.

And your Captain had fallen right into it, his Adam’s apple bobbing before his gaze snapped back to your face, pupils wider, irises having gained just a tad darker shade. The fresh surge of confidence was almost as intense as the swoop of desire in your lower belly, sending your thoughts spiralling far away from a behaviour socially acceptable at an event like this.

It made you want to abandon the event and let it sort itself even if Steve had just barely arrived.

Who cared anyway? Steve deserved a proper rest after a taxing mission; rest and more, whatever his heart desired. And maybe not only his heart; if you were honest with yourself, you were only a hot-blooded human being like the rest of the world and were looking forward to truly greeting Steve home in all the ways imaginable.

You could control yourself in the public, of course, and you genuinely understood the importance of networking. But you should bring up simply taking Steve home for his own good; and you could profit from it all the same. From his proximity, from the privacy of your home, from getting your hands on the insanely handsome man’s body.

Whether he sensed the sparkles in the air you weren’t sure; but he leaned towards your face, his voice dripping slow and rich like honey from his lips brushing your ear, sinful despite the words being perfectly innocent.

“It works well then, honey.” He offered you his elbow, straightening his posture as if he was so damn proud to show off what kind of a woman he had on his arm. “Let’s go fulfil our duty of mingling so we can excuse ourselves as soon as possible.”

With his last words carrying alluring notes of an intimate promise, you conceded.

Nodding, you arranged your face in a polite smile, crafted to nonchalant perfection.

“Let’s go mingle indeed.”

Indeed, let’s work so we can sneak away and go home as soon as possible.

Your plan had gone a little awry.

In the glow of delight at Steve’s arrival, you had underestimated the number of people who found it their crucial mission to meet and greet and catch up with Captain America.

You had kept up the pleasant façade through all the conversations, nodding and chuckling politely when the situation called for it; but you were growing weary and you could feel tension gradually building in Steve’s shoulders as well, the way you remained connected by at least an inch of a touch at all times permitting you to observe the change.

You had thought it would help when you subtly nodded towards the dance floor; his smile turned much more genuine as he asked you for a dance, earning your pair a breather and a moment of shared intimacy for a few songs.

But you had been wrong in your strategy; if it were possible, Steve’s jaw appeared locked even tighter than before once your reprieve was deemed to last too long and you agreed to return to socializing. His touch grew into a hold; at moments, it was but a grip, until you felt him forcefully relax and ease the pressure.

You didn’t blame him one bit.

He must have been exhausted; away from home for so long, physically and mentally drained after an intense, albeit successful mission, forced to put on a mask for everyone else’s benefit, because Steve Rogers, to a point, was a poster boy. As much as he was trying to change that, working on allowing himself to show and accept his humanity, he remained the embodiment of a hero who never gave up and raised others on his own shoulders despite scratching the bottom of the barrel of his own energy.

He remained cordial and polite and a gentleman; he offered to get you a drink as you excused yourself to the bathroom, returning only to find him – visibly annoyed, for once – trapped in a conversation with Tony. A conversation which was probably not at all important, but apparently couldn’t wait, at least in Tony’s mind.  

“Such a charming woman, standing here all by herself. How is that even possible?” questioned a voice from your left just as you pondered rescuing your boyfriend, causing you to waver.

It was a very male voice. An unfamiliar voice.

And had it been Clint or Sam or Bucky, you’d laugh at the poor line, which would no doubt be told with a drop of teasing; or in Thor’s case, entirely genuine and fitting to Asgardian but not Midgardian ways. Hearing it from a stranger, though, that made you want to roll your eyes.

You were a strong soldier of God so to speak, however; you turned to the source of the voice with a smile with just a slightly sharp edge – one the tall lanky man was oblivious to, as it turned out – and greeted him with a measured Sir.

As he introduced himself, you learned that Mr. Doctor Bowers PhD. might have had two PhDs but none of them was in taking a goddamn hint. Because now you were sort-of trapped much like Steve was, the written and unwritten rules of courtesy not permitting you to make up an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom after you had clearly just come back.

You counted seconds, pondering how soon you could leave the man behind without appearing too rude. You got to a hundred when your patience truly was wearing thin.

He was still not taking any of the hints you had dropped. Worse, even. You weren’t presumptuous enough – unlike some people in the mostly one-sided conversation – to imagine the flirting. He was clearly attempting to flirt and was failing miserably. He was shameless about it too, even if a little condescending.

Ninety-four seconds later, you had enough of him and far too little of Steve; your skin seemed to be already burning where Steve had last touched you, yearning for the contact to return in a perhaps clingy, but entirely honest way.

And suddenly, as if some miracle provided by Asgardian magic, the touch was back.

Steve’s arm was curling around your waist, his side pressing to your hip, his lips making a gentle – and strangely electric – contact with your hairline.

“I’m sorry about the hold-up, sweetheart. Who’s your… friend?”

It was a little funny, really. The man matched Steve in height, but at the biting note in Steve’s voice, he shrank at least a foot and a half.

He introduced himself after clearing his throat, maintaining the remnants of his composure which all of sudden carried no hint of the wannabe seducer. You wanted to kiss Steve right on the lips right there for that alone.

Mr. Doctor PhD also probably regretted extending his hand for Steve to shake; because at Steve’s grip, no doubt stronger than necessary despite his entirely nonchalant mask of politeness, he actually winced.

You were no supporter of violence, much like Steve, which might seem ironic to some given his profession – but the lick of heat at seeing Steve put the guy into back into his place sent a shudder of undiluted want down your spine and straight into your core, your posture involuntarily shifting in response. Steve’s hold on you tightened.

“I have to talk to my girlfriend now, if you excuse us. See you around,” Steve said, already spinning you towards the exit to drive his point to the end.

You didn’t resist.

If anything, you couldn’t walk fast enough, regretting wearing heels and wishing for a pair of sneakers instead to sneak away from the party altogether at last.

Only when Steve led you further and further away from people, deeper into the complex, your heart began thundering in your chest; you noticed that the tension in his muscles you had worried about had grew tenfold and realized that his announcement about needing to talk to you might be more than an excuse.

“Steve, are you alright?”

“Fine,” he responded flatly, yet in a voice carrying hundred times more warmth than just a moment ago.

Right. And the Sun is blue, the pigs can fly and tachyons had always been proven particles of matter.  

You swallowed the snarky response, glancing at him as you barely kept up with his long strides; still, you could tell he was holding back, having seen him march with much more hurry and relentlessness.

“Thanks for the rescue, by the way. Really,” you pipped up, one corner of your lips rising despite your stomach turning tight at the unreadable expression on Steve’s face. “Guy simply couldn’t take the hint that I only have eyes for my Captain.”

An uncomprehensible grumbly noise vibrated in Steve’s chest, his arm sliding from your waist in favour of taking your hand in his instead.

Apparently, your attempt at cheering him up failed; you should have known.

The corridor was now completely devoid of people; you had arrived to the part of the floor with three small conference rooms, one an each of them dark and empty – because everyone was at the party.

Your smile turned truly nervous at that point, your mind racing as much as your heart. Steve wouldn’t have led you here unless he wanted to urgently talk about something important. You were a little baffled as to why hadn’t he opted for the elevator and his former quarters instead; but you didn’t question it as he placed his palm on the scanner and practically threw one of the doors open and all but pulled you in, some of the lights automatically flickering to life.

That was all that your ordinary human brain had time to register.

Because then Steve’s hand found firm purchase of your neck, cupping your jaw, lips slanted over yours with ferocity and passion that had your mind snap blank and set your body on fire, your hands limply landing on his firm chest.

Oh. O-okay.

More than okay.

You were forced to walk backwards, Steve’s other hand pressing against your hip to lead your step and steady you at once; an anchor you desperately needed in the whirlwind of puzzlement and madly stirred desire. Your lips parted in invitation just before your ass hit the conference table, an unvoluntary whimper escaping you when Steve’s body aligned with yours, every single part of him bare his lips tight and wound up, his hardness brushing against your thigh.

At the small sound so willingly consumed by his demanding kiss, he squeezed your hip harder, tongue exploring hundred-times explored with delight, air stolen from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab his suit jacket to pull him even closer.

Who needed breathing anyway?

You didn’t. And you didn’t care how you got here either, be it desire fuelled by impatience or jealousy or the endless time apart, your choice of a dress or your lipstick which you knew Steve liked so much. You didn’t give a damn.

He was the spoilsport, releasing your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, his quick breaths fanning your face, hand from your neck sliding lower, an almost inhuman sound pushing through his teeth when his fingertips found the exposed skin on your breastbone, petting the soft spot adoringly.

You had not known until that moment how much you craved his touch precisely at that spot and how weak in the knees it could make you.

“Please say y-“

“Yes,” you gasped, instantly rewarded by his mouth on yours again with a muttered but hearty-

“God, I missed you-“

-dextrous fingers sliding under your skirts and hiking the fabric up as they travelled up your thigh, Steve’s pelvis rocking against yours, creating delicious friction against your core.

“I missed you too.”

Your hands went to roam over his freshly shaven jaw, over his shoulders, pushing the jacket off just to make him growl in frustration when he had to stop touching you for two full seconds to get rid of it.

“Sorry, want to feel you,” you apologized nonsensically, every single moment of his touch going straight to your head like a strong sweet wine, intoxicating and addictive, much like his scent, his taste, consuming all of your senses.

“Need to have you-”

“You have me,” you said breathily, a plea and a promise at once, thoroughly appreciated by a squeeze to your ass, fingertips wandering towards where you needed him the most--

And then Steve halted in his progress, body turning into a statue as he came in contact with bare skin, lips stilling on yours.

You gulped, trying to judge his reaction despite your haze.

You had had… a little incident when dressing up to the nines. Your broken nail nicked your thigh-high, sending a run up your calf. Uncharacteristically unprepared, you had found out if was your only pair. And sure. You could have run to a store. You could have express-ordered; stores would trip over their feet to deliver to Ms. Captain America in need. You could have worn a pantyhose.

And yet, your mind had steered you towards the drawer where you had kept tights specifically bought for a wholly different occasion than a social outing.

Why not? Your dress was long enough. And having hoped Steve’s mission would bring him home victorious and excited, having missed all of him terribly, you thought you might at least save some time once you two would be home.

Except you weren’t at home now. But that wasn’t on you – you were completely innocent in that matter.

Except you weren’t and your tights were conveniently sewn with a large enough opening to have Steve fit his hand or other parts of his body through, leaving but a flimsy lace panties in his way.

“Sweetheart?” he rasped, licking his lips as if to tempt you further, to confess your sins born of love and lust. He pulled back just an inch, to meet your gaze, his own pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of your beloved blue remained.

You gulped; not ashamed, not truly, perhaps a little apprehensive of his judgement. You had worn what was pretty much an erotic prop to a high-class event and had you not been careful and had had an accident, anyone seeing or god forbid snapping a picture…

“I… wanted to greet you home… and feel you as soon as possible,” you admitted silently, heart thundering in your chest, in your ears, in your temples, in your fingertips fisting the collar of Steve’s shirt.

A beat of silence.

Several wild beats of your heart.

“Christ, I love you-“

You were hoisted up on the edge of the table in a lightning speed and a mouth-watering display of strength, lips devoured by Steve’s with enough force to bend you backwards, the line of your soaked panties pushed aside to not waste time indeed as Steve’s fingertips dipped into your slick with a mutual groan of pleasure.

“Steve-“

“That’s right, honey,” he whispered, lips teasing the soft skin of your throat now, “I’m here now, all yours.”

He teased your lower lips back and forth, once, twice, three times too many and then he finally entered you with two fingers, a dark chuckle coming deep from his throat at the gasp of his name, stepping closer between your spread thighs to press your legs further apart.

He pumped his fingers with ease, driving you towards the stars at a dizzying speed, pressing a soothing kiss to your sternum when you cried out at him curling his fingers just right.

“That’s it, honey… sing for me. Just for me,” he pleaded, contradicting his plea by claiming your lips again and pushing deeper, faster, wicked,your whimpers swallowed greedily, all his, just like you were, on the brink of ecstasy.

You were trembling; in pleasure, in anticipation of absolute bliss, with Steve’s hand firmly pressed to your lower back to hold you close and annihilate you in the most exquisite way known to man. His words, his touch, the husky notes of his voice, the sheer need radiating off him and still making sure you were to steal the first round of fireworks just for yourself.

It exploded through your body without warning.

You broke with a cry of his name, lips freed just so he could hear the delicious sound, so beautifully seconded by his harsh breaths and so filthily accompanied by the wet sound of your pleasure you had no capacity to be ashamed of but revelled in instead.

You knew he did too. Because he had done that to you, for you. It was his and yours and both was a privilege; and lust incarnate, as he brought you down from your high gently as it be, his hand disappearing from your back in favour of undoing his fly and zipper.

Feel as soon as possible; no time to waste. Pants shoved down only as little as necessary, boxers following, a peek of a mouthwatering – and always a little intimidating – sight was all you got.

A small startled sound escaped you when you were being pulled further towards the edge of the table without a moment of reprieve, a chuckle bubbling in your throat at Steve’s impatience – but with no malice. God knew you understood; the moment the head nudged your entrance, coating him in your slick, your orgasmic bliss was long gone, replaced by even more acute need.

You wanted him. Now. All of him. Wanted to feel him deep inside you, wanted him to fill you so completely as only he ever could, devoured by him, desired and loved.

And you wanted to make him feel as delirious with pleasure as he had made you a moment ago, wanted to make his world so hot it turned white for a moment, make his knees buckle with the force of his release.

Your gaze met his, eyes feasting at the beautiful panting mess he already was, all pristine in his suit and bowtie and ready to ruin and be ruined, lips crimson and kiss-swollen and parting with a groan as he slowly pushed into you.

“Look at me, Steve. Want you to see what you do to me,” you whispered, the little broken sound pushing past his lips the only warning you got before he snapped his hips forward with a curse on his lips and sheeted himself fully inside you at once. God, so fully and suddenly that all air got knocked from your lungs.

His hand grasped your jaw, tender but firm, a dangerous glint in his eye, thumb running over your painted lower lip.

“Oh I’m looking, honey.” His gaze flickered down as he retreated almost all the way out, shining with your arousal, and thrusted deeply again, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “And there’s nothing prettier than you falling apart for me, so let. Me. See you.”

He accentuated every word with a sharp snap of his hips, stroking and stretching your walls over and over, setting a rhythm, teasingly slow and punishingly quick, hand and lips roaming, grabbing and caressing, kisses all teeth and all soft, grip on your hips keeping you still to assure he could take you exactly as he liked and encouraging you to roll your hips at your pace as you balanced on the edge of the table all the same.

“Missed you.”

“Love you.

“Need you.”

“So good for me.”

“I’m so damn lucky.”

“Please.”

“Look at me.”

“Give it me, honey.”

Your head was spinning as you were consumed by bliss, spiralling towards your peak so fast you couldn’t tell anymore which words were yours and which were his, where you ended and he began, clinging to each other as you were carried higher and higher, your ears ringing and still allowing you to hear the clinks of the belt buckle and the sinful sound of your rapid love-making; like a lightning running through yours very being, you shattered with a high-pitched whimper of Steve’s name, an echo of a hoarse voice stringing curses and praise barely reaching your conscience.

You panted against Steve’s shoulder as he curled around you, minuscule movements of hips to ride out both of your highs, soft words spilling from his lips as he was barely caching breath himself.

You took a minute, maybe two or five, still, clinging to him all the same, the heady scent of sex and sweat weighing down the air, your tongue heavy and throat parched, fingers carding through Steve’s damp hair softly.

And still, you chuckled breathlessly as Steve kept running his warm hand up and down your back, the sound causing him to press a kiss to your lips that tasted of apology for some reason.

“Well…”

“I’m sorry for pouncing on you, sweetheart,” he muttered, a genuine note of regret nearly lost in the pleasure carried over to his voice.

Your smiled must have looked exhausted, you thought; but blissed out.

Oh, your sweetheart of a boyfriend. As if you hadn’t just both enjoyed this tremendously. Surely, he didn’t really mean it, did he?

“I’m sorry for sort-of setting a trap then…” you followed suit, the words feeling simply wrong on your tongue. “Except I’m not.”

At that, Steve lifted his head, meeting your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire still.

“Me neither.”

You grinned, trying not to be acutely aware of his hardness still stretching you to your fullest.

Of course he wasn’t entirely satisfied. One round had barely even been enough.

“That’s what I thought. Good.”

He mirrored your expression, his grin a little boyish and devilish at once, his expression soft but somehow everything but innocent.

Yet, he caressed your face with his fingertips with tenderness, from your damp temple over your cheekbone to your jaw, gently pressing against your lips.

“I love you. And I missed you. So much. I swear I just wanted to go home – take you home, the moment I walked in,” he admitted, causing your smile to turn sympathetic.

You knew all about that; it was all you had been truly thinking about the whole evening.

“I know the feeling.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh…” you trailed off, sensations slowly returning to your body outside the all-consuming pleasure. You felt like you were burning; sweaty and fucked-out for the lack of a better term, most of your body tingling… You chuckled self-deprecatingly. “God, my legs shake so much… what did you do to me?”

Steve’s hands moved to your thighs as if he needed to feel it and steady the trembling, to help, teeth worrying over his lip, just a hint of guilt – and a whole lot more of something you didn’t dare to decode, because those were some dangerous waters.

You expected him to pull out and help you stand then, clean up; after all, he was a gentleman like that, always supporting you.

He did the former, tenderly so as not to hurt you; but not the latter. When he carefully left your body and you tried to stand, he halted your movements with tightening his hold on your thighs, his gaze roaming all over you as you glanced at him all with puzzlement.

“Steve?”

“Maybe you should lie down,” he suggested lowly, his gaze flickering from your still quaking legs to the opening of your dress on your chest and to your lips and then back.

You swallowed against your dry throat.

The dangerous waters you hadn’t dared to explore roared in the back of your head, a shudder of scalding heat running through your body.

He hadn’t cleaned up. He hadn’t tucked himself in. He was still… as always---he-

You licked your lips, your heart stumbling so hard in your chest it was almost painful.

Wordlessly but with his blown pupils observing you like a hawk, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, gently pushing, encouraging you to lie down on the desk indeed.

And who were you to protest? His gaze was once again pleading and challenging you.

Please, say yes.

Like a fallen angel coaxing you to sin; and you’d all but follow hm straight to hell, because you knew he’d show you heaven unparalleled.

The table was cold and unforgivingly hard against your back, but you didn’t care; all you cared about was Steve looking at you like that, like you were a goddess and a prize he had sworn to win, guiding your leg up to rest your ankle against his shoulder, his hot mouth pressing a kiss to your calf. His other hand pushed his pants and boxes down his legs this time, before he reached for your other leg and wrapped it around his waist, once again nudging your sensitive opening.

“Just one more, honey,” he coaxed you, as if you needed convincing, as if the tremble of your body hadn’t turned from blissful and exhausted to one of anticipation. “Just one more and then we’ll go home…”

He pressed another kiss to your calf and met your gaze as he slowly sank back in with ease, something devilish and painfully alluring flashing in his eyes as a shudder ran through your body, sensitive from your earlier activities.

“And when we’re there, I’ll take you once more… once for every day I would have made love to you, had I been in our home with you as I should have.”

In the haze of your mind, the math didn’t seem to math or even matter, even though you felt it should.

But for now, all you could focus on was Steve, finally with you, and soon coming to your shared home with you, at last.

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*chuckles* I’m in danger🥹

I hope Steve makes sure she’s hydrated and eats something in between🤭 And maybe gets some sleep; not all of us are supersoldiers 🥹

ANYWAY. Thank you for reading! Drop feedback if you're willing and may September bring you many smutty cozy evenings and peace 💕

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🌙💞Moon As Darakaraka - Feelings First, Logic Later🌙💞

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years from married clients, relatives and friends. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Feel free to share in the comments if any of this hits home. This post is based on Vedic astrology.

Read Sun as DK!

DK: The planet with the lowest degree in your birth chart that holds your deepest desires for a partner like your soul's "Wanted Ad" scribbled in cosmic ink. It shows the kind of spouse you attract and what your heart secretly craves in relationships.

Moon as DK

If your Moon is the Darakaraka, your future partner is going to be someone deeply emotional, loving, and nurturing. They’ll be the type who genuinely cares, maybe even to the point of putting everyone else’s needs before their own. Super sweet, very sentimental, and they’ll probably want to know what’s going on in your life (and everyone else’s too). Yes, they might gossip a bit and can be nosey but with love and bit of drama.

In certain signs or houses, they could get a little possessive. This isn’t just a partner; it’s someone who feels you. They're usually traditional, very home-and-family oriented, and might be super attached to their parents or childhood home. This can be comforting... or occasionally annoying, depending on how much you like unsolicited advice from in-laws.

They’re flexible and adjust easily to situations, but if the Moon is with Rahu (North Node), things get more complicated. They might become too sensitive to what others think, easily influenced by family or friends and in some cases, pulled into bad habits or the wrong crowd. This can really impact the relationship if they start prioritizing others' opinions over yours.

If the Moon is with Saturn or aspected by it, your partner might seem distant or emotionally reserved, but they’ll be steady, loyal, and mature. They might even be older than you.

If the Moon is with Jupiter, expect someone wise, nurturing, and can be over indulgent in food, comfort, shopping, the whole cozy package. They could be having weight fluctuations too.

A Moon-Sun(if Moon is with Sun) combo brings someone determined and confident. They know what they want and won’t settle for less. But if it’s placed in the 1st house, they might come off self-absorbed or too proud. Still, they’re usually well-off and have strong goals, though they might not always be the most giving emotionally or financially.

If Moon with Mercury, your spouse could be a natural storyteller or writer. They're chatty, witty, love to joke around and might dominate conversations, especially if placed in the 5th or 11th house.

Moon with Mars? Now you’re dealing with passion and fire. They're quick-tempered, might get physical (slamming doors, breaking things), but they’re also super sharp and bold. They act fast, sometimes too fast, and could get into trouble because of it and also makes impulsive decisions, overspending, drive /ride vehicles fast, etc.

Moon with retrograde Mercury gives off more introverted energy. Your spouse could be thoughtful but often misunderstood. They might crave emotional space and independence, either deeply understand you without a word or completely misread you. It really depends. They might be quieter or more introspective or possibly stuttering or keeping their thoughts to themselves. Migraines or headaches.

Moon in the 7th house means your spouse mirrors your mood. You’re sad? They’re devastated. You’re glowing? They’re floating. But they might be overly influenced by others too, so external opinions could affect your relationship. Also, major chance of them being a mama’s boy or daddy’s girl, someone who checks in with their parents often and shares everything.

Moon in the 2nd house? This one spoils you. Buys you things, protects you fiercely and might also expect you to take care of your body.

In the 4th house, they’re nurturing, maybe even maternal no matter their gender. If Mars or Sun is there too, expect some arguments at home or emotional clashes.

Moon in the 6th? You’ll likely be the caretaker whether it’s by choice or because your partner struggles to handle daily life.

Moon in the 5th makes them fun, romantic, a dreamer. Not always realistic, but very affectionate. Great with kids, too.

Moon in the 8th means your spouse might have insecurities, could be financial, body image, or even secret phobias. They read people with their x-ray vision but hold back their own feelings and can hold grudges longer than you'd like.

Moon in the 10th? They’ll go out with you everywhere and support your goals fully. You’ll rarely see them without you.

Moon in the 12th? Emotionally private. They hide how they feel to fit in, and sometimes they might play emotional mind games or seem completely different on the inside.

Moon in the 3rd brings creativity, maybe they sing, play instruments, or have a strong connection to their siblings or hometown. They’re outgoing and not the type to sit at home.

Moon in the 9th? Always questioning things. They might change their views a lot or argue just for the sake of debate. They either hoard things or are total minimalists depends on the sign.

Also, if your Moon is in Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces or in the 7th, 9th, 11th, or 12th houses, your spouse might be from another country, or at least far from your birthplace.

Next post will be about having Mercury as Darakaraka!

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[revelboo]

I swear, if Swindle sells my boi Spinister human porn, I will break him into so many pieces no one short of Primus will be able to put him back together.

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 10

Scavengers x Reader

• “We’re not interested,” Krok growls at the same time Misfire asks how much. Pausing to stare at the Seeker until he just shrugs, Krok vents. “The job?” He asks, desperate to change the subject as Spinister reaches for the datapad and you smack his hand, face still scarlet. Because they all just learned a lot more about humans than he’d ever needed to know. “We’re here because you promised us a job moving weapons.”

• Making a noise as he puts the datapad away, Swindle grins. “It’s more of an acquisitions job.” Which isn’t what they agreed on at all. Because the little crook wants them to steal from someone for him. Arms crossed as he moves between Swindle and makes a show of going through his goods, Misfire grins as Crankcase immediately subspaces the datapad while Krok glares and Fulcrum looks away. “There’s a transport ship with some lovely weapons that a little rebel group planning a coup will pay handsomely for. Needless to say, I can’t afford to risk my own neck.”

• “But you don’t have a problem risking ours,” Fulcrum mutters as Swindle laughs. And all you can do is just glare at Crankcase. Because seriously? Why? What is watching that even going to do for them? Shifting in Spinister’s grip, you realize you’re going to have to push that stupid datapad off a surface first chance you get. Half listening to Krok and Swindle hashing out details, you’re aware of Spinister’s servo sliding against your hip bone and realize that Swindle’s human is missing. Hopefully in a back room and not sold as a toy to some of the aliens he’d mentioned that liked humans. Shuddering because the guy had offered to take you off the Scavenger’s hands. No, thank you. Space brothel isn’t even on the long list of ways you’d ever imagined dying.

• Optics narrowing as Krok argues with Swindle, Spinister’s attention dips to you. Seeing you frowning at Swindle and considering shooting him in case it might make you happy. Likes it better when you’re happy. His processor getting snarled up when you’re not. “Bored. This is boring,” he growls, lifting you to rub against his mask, hearing your soft protest and feeling your little hands pushing at him. “Told I’d get to shoot something.”

• And there he goes, storming back to the ship. Crankcase glances at Misfire and Krok, reluctantly following when Krok tips his head that way. Because a bored Spinister is a dangerous Spinister. And he still has you in hand. After watching that educational little video, he’s not entirely sure that’s a good thing. The big idiot’s mercurial and broken mind meaning he might have gotten ideas. Even if he’d rather take a short trip to the Pit than admit it, Crankcase had gotten ideas, too. Who’d have thought humans were so flexible?

• “Spin, cut it out,” you grumble, giving up when he bumps his helm against you, lingering just inside the ship. Almost smooshing you against him so hard you can barely breathe as his servos flex. Seeing Crankcase coming up behind you and producing that damn datapad. “Don’t you dare.” Hissing through your teeth as Spinister looks up and sees it. And Crankcase just laughs at your furious expression. “Crankcase! Don’t you dare give him that!”

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[echotunes]

ECHO DID YOU SEE THE ARKANIS FITPAC KISS

I DIDN'T i was busy doing wikipedia speedruns with my irl but I was told of it in like 13 all-caps discord dms from fey feyscape. so i am Aware. and i am going to have to go find a clip at some point (tomorrow probably bc i really need to go to bed actually 😭) but I heard about it!! and I think it is a win

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Okay, hear me out...

Sy as a mafia boss and reader who owns the coffee shop.

The Olde Bakery

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: mob!Syverson, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Burly is most appropriate to describe the man. Tall, thick, looming. The door shuts behind him without a care as his eyes skim the small shop. In a town as isolated as Springfort everything is smaller; simpler. You can tell at a glance that this man is neither. 

His eyes pass over the specials board and fall on you. More virulent than desolation in a small town is gossip. You’ve heard about the man already, though his appearance still surprises you. A man like him would go to the lawyer’s office and throw his weight around or trash the liquor store, but what business does he have in a cafe. Your cafe. 

For as much as you’ve heard about the mysterious and mercurial newcomer, you know better than to ask that. Instead, you recite the usual. The boring daily routines are what make Springfort safe. Or did. 

“Hello, what can I get you today?” You ask as he nears the counter. You move to face him over the small till.  

There’s not much to the space; enough for you to work. Espresso machine, frother, blender, toaster oven, percolator... the basics and a little more. There’s the display case of your hand-crafted baked goods and not much else. It’s the only place in town beside the diner for locals to sit down, though there are only four tables inside. 

The man doesn’t answer. He stares back at you. You can’t read his expressions. His blues fall to your hands as you place them on either side of the till. 

He wears a quarter-zip with the tab pulled down. The collar folds over as chest hair peaks out unabashedly. His black cargo pants have a military cut to them and his fingerless gloves are a final peculiar accessory. He sports a thick beard but a shaved scalp, and his blunt brows give him a naturally angry affect. 

“Sir? We have a new butterscotch mocha as today’s special,” you suggest. 

“You.” He speaks at last. 

You blink and hold your calm smile. You try to process his question. You point to your name tag an introduce yourself. 

“No, you asked me what you can get me.” 

You nod but don’t understand. 

“I can help you, sir. Sure. What would you like?” 

He looks you up and down and plants his hands on the counter. As he does that, you pull yours offer and fold them over your apron. He leans in and licks his lips. 

“I would like...” he gives a crooked grin, “you.” 

“I...” You open your mouth dumbly. “I don’t...” your voice is brittle. Your throat tightens and you choke on a disbelieving laugh. 

“You laughing at me?” He challenges. 

You gulp and snap your mouth shut, “no, sir. Sorry, I’m just... confused.” 

“What’s confusing?” He bends until he’s leaning on his elbows and twines his fingers together. His knuckles bulge and whiten. You lean back on your heel, resisting the urge to flee. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. The look in his eyes fills you with icy fear. 

“So, I put my order in...” he drawls. 

“Um. I can’t... I... this is my...” you sputter and recall Sonia’s recount of Osborne and Meyers sacking. The older law partner ended up in emerge though his exact malady varied according the source. “I own the cafe so--” 

“You go on and lock that door,” he says. “Since you’re the boss, you can take a break, can’t ya?” You sway on your feet and stare back at him. He untangles his fingers and brings a hand up to pull at a tuft of his beard. “I don’t know, I was told the service here was speedy.” He sucks his teeth. “But you’re here dragging your feet, wasting my time.” 

You wince and take a cautious step back. He watches you, unmoving, though you brace yourself for him to lunge. You slowly come out around the counter and cross to the door. You twist the lock and flip the sign. 

His footsteps scuff as he grunts into a long groan. You face him reluctantly as he drags one of the chairs from the table and puts it in front of the counter. His attention hangs on the seat as he considers it. You stand where you are, frightened. 

“Come here,” he beckons with two fingers, his other hand on the back of the chair. 

You approach and stop a foot away. He tilts his head to look at you. The gleam in his irises swells over you like frigid water. He lets go of the chair and turns to you fully. He steps closer and you wince as he reaches for you. 

He loops his arms around you and tugs at the knot of the apron. It slackens and he brings his hands up to unhook the strap from around your neck. He pulls it away and drops it on the floor. 

“Sir, I... what did I do?” 

“Chh, chh, chh,” he tuts between his teeth. 

You seal your lips and peer up at him. Your eyes meet again. He brings his large hands to cradle your face and tilts your head. He gives you an appraising look over. 

“You just worry about what you need to do, sweetheart,” he growls. 

His hands drift down to the top of your blouse. You shiver as he plucks open the buttons one at a time. As he does, gritty noises rise in his throat. He pushes the fabric away from your shoulders and down your arms. The blouse falls to your feet. 

You turn your head away as he tugs at the knotted belt of your high-waisted pants. He unties it and stretches the elastic waistband, guiding it past your hips. You sniff as you focus on staying upright. Your pants pool at your feet, heaping over your round-toed flats. 

You gasp as he cups your chest with his large hands. Your nipples harden and poke him through your bra. He purrs and gropes you harder. You shudder and waver with his force. He lifts your tits, jiggling them, and pushes them together. 

“I was told you sell sweets,” he says, “but I wasn’t expecting these.” 

[bouquetface]

Navamsa Observations 8 - Your Future Home

One should check D1 and dasha periods for full accuracy of when and if property/homes come to the native.

This is meant to be a fun post. This is just a few observations from irl charts. Please take it as entertainment.

💗 ASC ruler's placement and mars in D1 is important to see the person's ability to be successful and accomplish their goals. Weak or debilitated ASC ruler and mars shows the person is prone to give up in the face of conflict. When these placements are weak, you will need support of others to purchase a home.

💗 Gemini influence on 4th in D9 is one indicator for a busy home life. This can manifest as living in a city or other busy area. Or it can manifest as someone who often has people visiting their home - making the home a busy area.

💗 Pisces influence on 4th in D9 indicates having an emotional connection with your home. You can desire to live off the grid as pisces can give an escapism theme. EX: You can live in the wilderness, You can live away from noise and the business of society. Or You have a space in the home that is very special to you.

ex: Mercury in Pisces 4th H in D9 - Few neighbours and the home is somewhat hidden - maybe in a forrest type area. If Jupiter is well placed, this shows a big home or land.

With Pisces’s influence you will deeply connect to your home. It becomes your escape from the world. However, from my IRL observations it doesn’t indicate a big home on its own. Rather it shows a hermit type energy to the home - somewhere hidden.

💗 Sagittarius another Jupiter ruled sign can indicate a spacious home. This can indicate doing renovations or moving at some point. Sag influence is adventurous and will attempt to expand the home in some way. If Jupiter is well placed, this shows a big home or land. You may have religious or educational items in the home too.

ex: Mercury in sag in 4th - It would be considered a big home. There are many rooms some more spacious than others. Mercury’s influence has family usually visiting and staying for days at a time. Sometimes months!

💗 If Saturn is aspecting Jupiter and related to the 4th H, this indicates a small and humble home.

Ex: Pisces 4th H - Jupiter conjunct Saturn in Gemini 9th H - You may live in an isolated location. You may have exposed wood style. The home is likely small. A small home does not equate to an ugly home.

4th House ruler and/or planets in 4th House: Mrigashira: This nakshatra is about getting away. This shows home in an isolated area. A way from the loudness and hustle of society and the city. You can live in a forest-y areas.

💗 Aries and Mars influence indicate a small home as well. They often like having a lot of open space to be active. They usually have small homes but bigger backyards.

ex: Aries sun in 4th in D9 - They have a small home that is built beautifully. They live near a park too.

Sun/Leo influence desires something grand. In this case, that manifests through the decor and design. They have a beautiful outdoor grilling area for parties. Your home will likely have a unique stand out feature w/ Leo/Sun influence - ex: House exterior is different from others on the block, Unique colour home, Unique colour door.

💗 Rahu influence on 4th in D9 can show someone who purchases foreign items for their home. Or they live in a foreign area - this doesn’t have to be a different country, it can simply be far from birth place. You may purchase or renovate the home to fit a foreign style. If rahu is aspecting a well placed Jupiter, the home will be big - especially if conjunct.

💗 Mercury influence can manifest as moving a lot too. This can be a manifestation of the busy and activity you deal in the home. If well placed and aspecting Jupiter, you may own multiple homes. This would need wealth indicators to support this.

💗 Mercury in 4th in D9 - They will have a library/study or home-office area somewhere in the home.

💗 4th H Ruler conjunct Jupiter in D9 - If unafflicted, this can indicate a big home. The 4th H Ruler should be a planet Jupiter is friendly with like Moon or Sun.

ex: 4th H Ruler Moon conjunct Jupiter - She is house hunting currently and she is looking for a huge kitchen. A perfect kitchen is what she desires most.

💗 Cancer & Taurus influence on the 4th H - These individuals usually desire a specific style kitchen. Aspects and sign can provide further insight on what style you will desire. They want the home to be comfortable. Unlike sag & aqua, they will be the least likely to try an adventurous style home. They usually want something traditional. They can be like hoarders with the amount of items they buy for the home. ex: many throw pillows, many photos up, many blankets, lots of closet & cupboard space. They usually dislike moving and will stay put for many years after settling into a home.

💗 Moon influence on 4th H - This shows a home with many sentimental items. If moon is well placed like libra or taurus, a beautiful home. Possible multiple kitchens or dining areas in the home.

ex: Cancer 4th H - Moon conjunct Sun conjunct Jupiter in Aqua. This person would have a huge and grand kitchen in their home. The kitchen may be the biggest part of the home.

💗 Libra influence on 4th H most likely to want a clean and organized area. They can have specific areas for specific things. They will strongly dislike when things are out of place. They often have a modern but traditional touches in their design and decor. You are most likely to be the type of parent telling your kids to make their bed and clean their rooms ever morning lol.

💗 Aquarius influence on 4th H - They have unique features for the home. They are most willing to renovate for them. They tend to desire home’s with features and styles that can’t be easily replicated. Ex: Farmhouse aesthetic, Futuristic aesthetic, etc. Most likely to have set up alexa or google home.

💗 Saturn influence on 4th H - This can manifest as disliking or difficulty in moving. You could refuse to consider moving or struggle to move once settled. These individuals will prioritize a house that will last. They look for something to last long-term. They can prefer traditional timeless styles. The home may be small and/or the rooms would be considered small.

Another thing I’ve observed with saturn is they often have a portico on the home - especially saturn in 8th.

💗 Venus in 11th H D9 - This can indicate either a beautiful home or/and car. It doesn’t necessarily show a specific style just that it will be expensive/luxurious. This is actually more likely if Venus is debilitated or with a malefic. However, this is not always a good indicator. It can show buying something one can’t truly afford. = debt.

💗 Jupiter in 11th D9 - This shows a desire for a big home or property. You will become the type of person who judges the beauty of the home based on size. Whether this desire is fulfilled or not depends on D1 & D9.

KEEP IN MIND:

Most people move throughout their life. Not every home they live in is the same. The traits of these signs and planets can manifest in different ways each time.

[astra-ravana]

Mirror Magick Applications

Mirrors are a big part of our lives. Mirrored surfaces, both man-made and natural exist almost everywhere. Every culture has myths regarding mirrors and I'm sure some of these we have all heard. Such as breaking a mirror is worth seven years of bad luck, that you shouldn't keep them in the bedroom, or to cover all your mirrors after someone dies, so their soul isn't trapped. Mirrors are more than just shiny bathroom fixtures, they are literal portals and amplifiers with several magickal utilities.

Trapping Energy by Charging Mirrors

Mirrors can be used to 'trap' the energy of any setting you find particularly powerful. For example: leaving your mirror close to the ocean waves or in a dark forest overnight. It will absorb the potent natural energies, then you can use the mirror in late workings as you please.

Lunar magick is another area where mirror work is ideal. Place a few mirrors under the moon to charge them with the energy of that phase. If you want to use them for a specific purpose, consider marking them with a symbol or sigil. When you need the energy of the moon, or a moon phase, you can access it as needed by using an appropriately charged mirror.

Amplification

Mirrors, like crystals, can help to amplify the power of your spells ans rituals. Keeping a mirror on your altar can bolster and increase the success of your workings. Just as focused sunlight on a mirror ignites a fire, focused magick will ignite a spell. Make sure your spell components are reflected, or better yet, perform the working on top of a mirror, to substantially increase its power.

Scrying and Accessing Other Realms

When correctly utilized mirrors can be used to access messages and visions that we wouldn't normally be able to connect with. Scrying is an ancient divinatory magick that is often used as a form of fortune-telling. Traditionally, a lot of scrying was done with water, the ancient Celts and Greeks even practiced this form of divination. Mirror scrying is an evolution of these water oracles, with historical practitioners like the famous John Dee, who used highly polished silver, brass, mercury, or obsidian.

Scrying wit mirrors can be particularly powerful due to the idea that your reflection is the manifestation of your soul. When viewing your reflection, if you're well in tune with yourself, you can ask your soul questions regarding your life and development or even open up the door to another dimension entirely. Mirrors can be enchanted and sigified into being gateways in and of themselves.

Many scrying mirrors are black because one's own reflection can be rather distracting. The traditional material of a black mirror is obsidian, however you can craft your own by painting one side of a piece of glass black. Picture frames are great for this. A black mirror is the best option for scrying as you won't be distracted by your own features, leaving you open to interpret your visions.

Banishing

Mirrors, as reflective surfaces and magickal conductors, are often used in banishing spells. Banishing magick can be used when someone is directing negative energy your way or you're being harassed. In this case, a mirror can be used to return bad energy back to the person who sent it.

Banishing magick can be a wonderful tool when applied to bad habits or negative thoughts as well. To banish an idea or behavior, encant something akin to: "[what you're banishing] you've caused me pain, I banish you, now stay away. Mirror help to reflect my plight, and keep [what you're banishing] out of sight". Keep the mirror close to you in order to protect you from what you're banishing.

Defense

Mirrors are also an incredibly effective defensive tool. They can deflect any negative energy, ill intent, or malevolent spirits sent your way. By placing mirrors in areas where you need the most protection, you can repel any unwanted energy trying to infiltrate your space. For added potentcy, draw a protective sigil/symbol on the mirror and/or place a protective crystal in front of it.

Hexenspiegal: The Witch's Mirror

A hexenspiegal is a small mirror used as a protective charm to reflect away baneful/attack magick, the evil eye, and other bad omens and intentions, as well as return the energy back to its sender. Its basis is in German folk magick. Translated, it means "witch's mirror". Hexenspiegals may be suspended from cords, fastened to walls, or, in the case of small ones, worn as jewelry. You can make your own by cleansing, decorating (optional), and sigifying/enchanting a small mirror to your intent.

[wtfliaa]

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ RANDOM ASTROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS 　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

IMO, Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn Rising are so sexually attractive. They are sooo hot, and not just only physically but their aura, and presence is very strong and intense that it makes an individual feel so uneasy In their space. Very magnetic, irresistible people 🥵

Sagittarius and Gemini Mercury natives are extremely blunt with their words they don’t sugarcoat nothing.

Gemini Mars, Venus make you feel so weak in the knees just by hearing the words that come exit out of their mouths. These people can literally make you go crazy and even orgasm just because of how charming and seductive these people can communicate. Very flirtatious and big dirty talkers.

Virgo placements can be very critical, and picky people. My ex best friend is a Virgo Sun and had tendencies to become very judgmental, critical, and even picky. I remember times when she would make fun of people and laugh at them indirectly like it was that funny without knowing the context behind what she is judging 😬 if that makes sense. But some Virgos adapt these qualities but it depends on where it is placed in their chart, so different cases are possible 🤷🏽‍♀️ (I’m a Virgo Mars and I can be very picky when it comes to allowing guys into my life. and even the sexual aspect of it. I am very picky and particular on how I present myself )

No offense but Libra placement’s especially Libra Suns and sometimes Libra Asc, can be huge pick me’s, attention seekers, and even people pleasers, and a handful I’ve noticed likes to speak highly of themselves in a way of bragging about themselves or things in general :/ ( Take this with a grain salt babes we all have negative traits)

Cancer/Scorpio moons = mommy issues. Especially moon 8th house

Venus/ Mercury in the second and third house have very beautiful voices speaking or singing or even both

People loooooveeee to sexualize and slut shame Scorpionic/Lilith women especially Pluto/Lilith first house, tenth house. Pluto- Asc, Lilith-Asc applies.

Taurus/Scorpio placements tend to be quiet and reserved, observant people. But one thing i love about these individuals is that they secretly love drama. If there is drama at the job they would most definitely be secretly invested. These people are the type of people that secretly spill the tea, and you’ll look at them like “how do you know?” But do not drag them into a huge mess because they are very drama free people.

POV: a Taurus/Scorpio people secretly observing the drama and tea 🥸

Aquarius/Gemini rising, Venus, and MC how does it feel to be trendsetter. How does it feel when people copy you guys because of how creative you guys are hm? (Copycat impersonator indicator ‼️)

Leo’s are my icons. Leo’s literally remind me of a cheetah or leopard for some reason maybe because they are so feisty and fiery animals 🐆and these native embodies that type of energy. You guys tend have a feline type of beauty too. Leo’s and Aries women are also Regina George coded 💋 (Asc,Venus,Mars,Sun)

Taurus, Libra, Cancer, Pisces Mercury are the type of people that cuss you out nicely, politely and gracefully 🎀 they even say “fuck off bitch”so elegantly and cute 🤭

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My very first astrological observations/post I hope this resonated and let me know if u liked it🤍💋

[millysastroblog]

SHAKING MY HEAD ASTRO NOTES PT.6_ MEN Edition 🙋🏽‍♂️

🙋🏽‍♂️Pisces placements men make for cheaters, lyiers and professional love bombers that’s why everybody hates them because they will make you feel like you are their dream women until you find out he told the same thing to your cousin 😓

🙋🏽‍♂️Taurus placement males like to impress the girl their dating with material possessions or with saying things like “they are a provider”, some of them are cheap and stingy while others try to create a comfortable space for you it’s either hit or miss

🙋🏽‍♂️Venus in Gemini men love you, your sister, and aunt EVERYBODY 🫣 (he belongs to the streets not you girl)

🙋🏽‍♂️Moon in Capricorn guys be giving 🤖 (like sir why are you so stiff)

🙋🏽‍♂️Mercury - Pluto guys be suspicious of everything and very defense if you voice an honest statement

🙋🏽‍♂️Run from Sun square Neptune, Mars square Neptune guys the will tell you any every thing but the truth these are the guys who will have a whole family behinds your back and pretend like its nothing, because they are deeply insecure within their masculine energy. they like to portray to their victims a picture perfect image when in reality they have a lot if unknown secrets behind the closet (and no it don’t mean it in a gay way , thread lightly)

🙋🏽‍♂️Sun conjunct Chiron guys are also very insecure and come of to the opposite gender as shy, weak and timid

🙋🏽‍♂️Sun in Scorpio , Moon in Virgo guys give literally JOE , like these guys become so obsessive and weird once they like someone. They have this weird disturbing energy where they try to dig for every little secret you have. They probably want to be the center of your universe. And they never forget anything you said to them worst case they will use the information they have gathered against you. 💀

🙋🏽‍♂️Venus Square Mars in Males can be an indicator of them being fruity

🙋🏽‍♂️Venus conjunct Mercury know how to talk someone’s ears of, have nice voices especially in Taurus omg 😳

🙋🏽‍♂️Virgo males are just annoying and will question you on everything (like why didn’t you wear your make up today or something, like stfu i just felt like it )

(Not me having Scorpio in the 7th and only attracting Scorpio or Pluto dominat males HELPPP 😫)

🙋🏽‍♂️Libra Men placements men are ……..ummh 💅🏽

🙋🏽‍♂️Sagittarius guys are actual fun guys until they will make fun of you 🤡

🙋🏽‍♂️Mars in Aquarius guys = the cool guy

🙋🏽‍♂️Venus in Capricorn are the definition of gentleman (positive)

🙋🏽‍♂️Moon /Venus conjunct Lilith , Moon/Venus aspect Pluto males love bad bitches like they actual don’t mind a little bit of mystery, mind games and coldness they prefer it to be honest because once you become soft or nice they will feel disgust 🥲

🙋🏽‍♂️Aries men come and go

🙋🏽‍♂️Sun, Mars conjunct/square/opposite Pluto guys offffff… these guys exude definitely a lot of dark sexual energy 🔥

🙋🏽‍♂️Aquarius guys have an tendency to be emotional unavaliable in relationships (they just want companionship)

🙋🏽‍♂️Venus conjunct Chiro guys : the cheated on, used one , rejected one, ugly duckly one, unrequited love one but with a big heart ❤️

⚠️MEN TO BE CAUTIOS OF⚠️:

⛔️1. Pisces Men Placements (especially Mercury, Venus)

⛔️2. Plutonic guys (Big 6 - Pluto) they need drama and transformation at your cost

⛔️3. Aquarius ,Gemini, Sagittarius Placements male (lose interest very easily, on to the next, here for a fun time not a long one)

⛔️4. Venus - Moon, Venus - Neptune (confused don’t know what they want)

⛔️5. Virgo, Libra placements (princesses)

⛔️6. Chiron guys (lovable but carry to much pain from previous connection, healing and awareness is needed)

~•Milly•~

SHAKING MY HEAD NOTES PT.5

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Your travel destinations, where should you travel to?

This topic was suggested by someone, I think it's really an interesting idea but hard to do a reading on. This will be a reading about what kind of places you should go for each purpose (to relax, to connect, to find inspiration, to find opportunity)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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URANUS

The energy is quite active or, in some cases, defensive. Wherever you go, there's an element of protection, you have to protect something of yours, your stance, your opinions, your achievements, your possessions, you might need to be cautious when travelling.

To relax: somewhere remote and private, where you don't have to meet many people and worry about prying eyes. Could be some lesser known beaches or resorts. You should feel familiar with these places, they shouldn't be somewhere new, maybe these place were where you went when you were a kid and had a lot of fond memories about them. Even if they have been renovated, they still contain some nostalgic elements. I see fields, twilight time, birds, lots of water, maybe some place where it rains a lot.

To connect: lively places with lots of banters. This kind place should be suitable for talking openly so it won't be those dimly lit restaurants where soothing music is playing and everyone talks in low voice. This place is kind of rowdy, an element of competition, there is little space between people, strangers can easily talk to each other without much awkwardness. I see a pub where people are watching some show and talking about it, a debate club, a workshop, a sports centre, an arcade, contests.

To find inspiration: contrary to the places for connection, the places where you can find inspiration will be quiet, professional, everyone is keeping to themselves. If there's talk at all, it will be an introduction, a lecture, one person is talking while the others listen. A class, a museum, an exhibition, a presentation. If it's somewhere in nature then it will be a high place, mountains, hills, where you can see the scenery below and where you can see the stars clearly.

To find opportunities: lots of people around, older people, teachers, foreigners. Somewhere you have an emotional connection with or somewhere with lots of acquaintances. The setting is comfy, warm but formal. Could be school, overseas business trips, a forum. There are lots of talking, exchange ideas, commercial places, a bakery, a bookshop. Somewhere sunny and dry, should be near where you are living, not too far, like the kind that is continents away. This might be where you can settle down and stay long-term.

MERCURY

All the places you go to will have a great impact on your life, it doesn't matter if they are small or grand, secluded or public. They all have a certain foreign element to them.

To relax: this place has to look nice and beautiful to you. You can't relax in shabby, aesthetically ugly places. I see lots of sleeping, this is where you go to get some shut eyes. Maybe somewhere you go to periodically, somewhere familiar with lots of memories. This place will have lots of natural lights, you can catch the sunlight and the moonlight easily. Sleeping under the moonlight to recharge (but be mindful of moonburn though, it's real, if you have sensitive skin, the moon is strong in your chart or you were born on new moon, moonlight can mildly burn your skin if exposed for too long)

To connect: you won't be able to expect these kinds of places. Maybe you have some negative impressions about them or they seem out of your comfort zone. This will likely be when you are taken by somebody else to this place, not on your own. It can be an emergency or maybe something happens at the current place so you have to move to another. You will be reluctant to go there. If not, then you will only go to this kind of place on a whim, something has changed drastically for you, or you consciously want to be more daring and brave. In short, any places that you immediately feel the urge to resist going there, but, also have a certain fascination with them, will be the places where you can connect with people the most.

To find inspiration: somewhere you have to travel by air to get there. Likely foreign countries. You will hear lots of talks about these places, they could be some famous destinations or have a certain charm to a specific group of people. The sky is clear and bright, lots of vehicles, lush scenery, different from your own culture.

To find opportunities: this will be a busy place, people running around, a lot of things can be accomplished there. You will have to be fast and direct there, a very dynamic environment, likely your workplace or a job fair. This place seems serious, not much fun is allowed there.

PLUTO

This group might actually just fit for only a few people.

To relax: This is probably a bit unconventional, but the place where you can find relaxation is actually your workplace, or somewhere you can carry out your duty, do your job. The reputation of the tasks, the busy atmosphere, the sense of responsibility and helpfulness, and knowing that you're contributing to something might ground your mind. Another place is somewhere lively with lots of people, this kind of place can make you feel more alive, especially if you're someone who usually feels lonely or feels some voids inside when you're alone. The physical energy of people around you, the concentration you put into your work might be your anchor.

To connect: somewhere that lets you immerse in all the five senses, nature scenery, during the period of autumn, when fruits are ripe, the scents of everything grow stronger. This will be the place where you've been to in the past but now it has changed, it's about the things or the people you know are changing, maybe a wedding, the change of marital status. There's a feeling of spirituality and religion, could be temples, churches, places to retreat, the wood. Another one is the bank or somewhere you can exchange money.

To find inspiration: there are two types of places. One is a show, a concert, an exhibition of some artists, there will be performances. The other one is more like a situation, where you have to be at some places for some duties but you will have a chance to sneak out, to go anywhere spontaneously, probably with another person, this will feel like an adventure for you. This kind of situation will give you a sense of being free, being spontaneous.

To find opportunities: the place where you can find lots of opportunities for growth will be the place for meeting friend groups. You will meet lots of friends there. I see schools, the plaza, city squares, the internet, groups of shared interests. Streams, where water flows, places where you can hear birds singing clearly, water park, cinemas. This might be just for a few, but the cemetery or somewhere related to the departed, ghosts, hospital, somewhere you can connect with the ancestors.

MARS

This is not about the places but about the time, summer might not be auspicious for travelling, but the rest of the seasons, spring, autumn, winter will be. You might also take note of the moon phase, when the moon is half full, when the moon appears reddish, avoid going out, home will be the best place for you to be.

To relax: you might want to go to these places after you've done some major works and achieved something significant. It doesn't mean that you can't go before that, but going after the work is done will bring peace to your mind and rejuvenate your body. These places have good foods and animals, fruit trees, the energy feels old and bountiful. Could be camping, going to nice local restaurants, hot springs, farms, sheeps and horses come to mind. And good ol' home will also an excellent choice.

To connect: the places where you go to relax might actually be the places for you to meet and connect with more people. Some acquaintances will introduce you to someone, or you will meet them by chance, completely unexpected. Other places will be the bank, large stores, well established buildings, jewellery shops, somewhere with rich history. I also hear driveway at night, you might travel to those places at night, at the start of winter. I got a pretty weird feeling, a little scared, new connections might form when you're in some kinds of troubles, they might be the one helping you.

To find inspiration: you might want to go to see some contests, matches, especially sporty kinds, races, where people can compete, fast actions, and exciting energy. You might be in a long period of boredom or tense situations, so you will want to get out and get some fresh air, to shake your spirit up a little.

To find opportunities: you might go to someone else's homes to learn some skills or to show your expertise, or a place where you can practice those skills. There will be examinations, evaluations, discussions of the skills and the related products. I see wine and food, handmade crafts, things that take a long time to make.

[harmoonix]

Peaceful astro observations

~ Hakuna Matata ~ No worries ~

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▫️☘▫️Venus - Moon aspects can be very sacrificial, doesn't matter what relationship they are, friends or lovers they tend to give everything to them and they can end up hurt most times 🖤

▫️☘▫️Venus in the 11th house/Aquarius can be very protective of their friends, and being posesive around them it can happen very often, is not always a bad thing is just their mechanism

▫️☘▫️Venus in Aquarius Degrees [11°, 23°] the native can really have a unique fashion style and it can bring much attention from others because of their uniqueness, also meeting potential love partners in online can happen with those degrees

▫️☘▫️Mars/Venus in the 5th or 2nd house or in Taurus/Leo can make the native to have a very sensual personality, they are stunning while wearing gold or shinning colors and often giving luxurious vibes

▫️☘▫️Mars/Aries in the 3rd house/Gemini/Aries/Scorpio can really have a naughty mind, thinking about such things always and everywhere, sometimes it can happen so randomly and is scary

▫️☘▫️Saturn - Moon/Pluto - Moon aspects tend to be extremely protective of the people they love, they are always caring and sharing their love but not always recieving those things back, and that is making them sad

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Why, why can't this moment last forevermore?

Tonight, tonight eternity's an open door

No, don't ever stop doing the things you do

Don't go, in every breath I take, I'm breathing you

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▫️☘▫️Jupiter and Neptune aspects tend to have this interested side of them being attracted to mysticism, and always being the search for new things related to spiritually/mysticism

▫️☘▫️Uranus and Pluto aspects make the native to be very wise and determined yet still discovering something new about themselves everyday, is like they learn something new but in the same time collecting moments of knowledge

▫️☘▫️Saturn - Ascendant aspects just have this *body goal*, their bone structure might be really strong and very prominent in case you go at gym and have these aspects your muscles can appear slower but it will be good in the end they will look amazing

▫️☘▫️Venus in Pisces/12th house or aspecting Neptune can make the native to fall in love blindly sometimes, they can create this fake illusion about their specific person, most times they can fall in love with people who will hurt them but because of their thoughts they think will think everything is fine with their specific person [I'm not saying everyone with those placements happen to have these but it can happen to many to fall in love blindly with dangerous people] {Venus and Neptune in minor aspects can aswell have this }

▫️☘▫️Neptune in the 1st house or Neptune aspecting the ascendant can absorb people's energy often and that can cause them to have a spiritual attack, like when you go on street and you feel sad and draining energies around you is because you can absorb them so always protect yourself from bad energies

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How can we not talk about family when family's all that we got?

Everything I went through, you were standing there by my side

And now you gon' be with me for the last ride

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▫️☘▫️Mercury in Earth degrees [2°, 6°, 10°, 14°, 18°, 22°] can have a good voice and can possess singing abilities/talents, they can really maintain their voices at high levels and have a good control upon that

▫️☘▫️Pisces and Aquarius Risings repsent the kids of the space, this influence can bring them so many questions about space, sky, galaxies etc... And can often get lost in their head thinking about "What if there is more than earth 🌎"

▫️☘▫️Neptune/Jupiter - Mars aspects in tight degrees can make the native to have hypersexuality energy in them, and being into this part of taboo. They can also be curious about those things and happy to learn about it

▫️☘▫️Natives with Sun/Moon or Mars in the 9th house have really strong beliefs and is very hard to change their mind about something they believe in, you can rather stay quiet than opening a subject these natives believe in

▫️☘▫️Moon in Virgo/6th house tend to worry about a lot of things and having this type of "overthinking" even in a relationship it cause them to fight often because of these, i know it can be hard but remember that you are very strong and you can beat these thoughts who make you to worry about bad things 💖

▫️☘▫️Virgo placements have also an obsession with cleaning, they can see literally every single little thing that falls on the floor, and they will clean it because these natives really like it to be clean, stress can happen if they don't clean or work

▫️☘▫️Aries/Scorpio/Aquarius and Gemini in the 7th/11th houses are the people who really get into very different relationships every time, every new person they met has something different than the other

▫️☘▫️Juno in Aquarius/Aries/Scorpio and Leo can get possesive spouses, especially when they wanna hang out with someone, their spouses can get jealous easily aswell is because of their 11th, 1st, 8th and 5th houses energeies

▫️☘▫️Asteroid Aglaja 47 [Splendor Asteroid related to beauty] in aspects with the Sun or Moon can make the native naturally beautiful and charming

▫️☘▫️Asteroid Aglaja 47 making an aspect with Uranus can make the natives beauty unique and different than others, the native can have something special about their appearance and personality

▫️☘▫️Asteroid Aglaja 47 aspecting Mercury or in the 3rd house, the native can have a very beautiful voice and the way the native put works together makes the native beautiful

▫️☘▫️ Natal Sun in the 12th house/Sun in Pisces natives have this charm upon them since they were born, the native always felt to have a connection apart with nature/animals this is giving highly empath person

▫️☘▫️Moon in the 8th house or aspecting Pluto can experience grief very painfully, is usually and indicator of pain when grief happens ❤️😭

▫️☘▫️ Mars in the 3rd/7th/11th houses can experience to argue with their friends/siblings/partners often because of the things that can happen between you

▫️☘▫️ Venus in the 10th/11th houses are world appealing, let's say that a lot of people can like you and can influence you in this time

▫️☘▫️Uranus in the 10th & 6th houses can change their jobs often due to their thoughts about others jobs or purely finding a better job at some point

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The theme for this post was inspired from Avatar😍😍😍, i loved the both 2 movies so much and it was such an inspiration to make a post with the whole Sully Family (atwow fans will know what I'm talking about 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Here some peaceful notes for y'all 😍🙏🏼 hope you will like it ✈️🌊

Make sure to give yourself the best treatment and to love yourself the most! That's very important for everyone 🌟💁🏻‍♀️🥰

Have a happy Thursday everyone!🥰 Much love to everyone reading my notes 🥰🥰🥰🥰