#no it’s for his girlish whimsy !! my babies

[alverelover]

[voguesriot]

DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you he’d be and now you’re looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)

( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader

DIRECT MESSAGES

sarahdawson: hey girly ik we’re not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about

sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and i’m so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you

sarahdawson: i’m so sorry

yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT

yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone

yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot 🫶

sarahdawson: if it makes any difference you’re way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as he’s walking by), i’m your girl x

♫ Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé feat. Jack White

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yourusername love god herself (love u mama) 💋

sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY

yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🥹🥹

clarisselarue too good for anyone 😮‍💨

silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr

chrisrodriguez pur girlie

yourusername what.

chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy

yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you

seaweedbrain you ate ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain ate my dessert*

seaweedbrain it’s all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth

seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor

yourusername my girl sally should’ve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love

seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF

racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS

yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR 🙏🙏

lukecastellan nice dress!!

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clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.

lukecastellan why are you so ominous

clarisselarue why are you such a loser

lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life

clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman

chrisrodriguez FOUL 😭😭😭

♫ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

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[ tagged: yourusername , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean ]

sarahdawson girls night w my favs 💘

silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN 🔛🔝

yourusername FORREALLL

yourusername best night i’ve had in a long time i love u all sm ☹️🫶 ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )

silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS

wisegirll prettiest girls in the world 💕💕

clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings 🙏

sarahdawson RUDE

yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx

sarahdawson we simply are destiny’s child

drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots

seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didn’t even want an invite it’s totally chill

yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when you’re older

clarisselarue if zeus doesn’t smite his ass before he gets the chance 😭

seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY

wisegirll too far

seaweedbrain sorry clarisse

lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ☠️

yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG

lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth

clarisselarue bros acting like he hasn’t been thinking ab it nonstop

yourusername lukecastellan i’m so sorry for any pain i’ve caused

chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES

groverunderwood you call those moves? 😭

chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace 😔

♫ Heartless by The Weeknd

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maxwalsh never been better

clarisselarue oh that’s not ☠️

lukecastellan this what you’ve been doing instead of coming to sparring?

maxwalsh it’s a better challenge

drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW

yourusername just posted to their story!

DIRECT MESSAGES

lukecastellan: you look really pretty

[eclipsecrowned]

anyway. blog focusing. gonna try a technique a friend taught me to attempt to get my askbox under control. also goin to give a small preview of muses i have been asked to add -- though this does not mean they are all being added at once, some need a rewatch/reread before i unleash them on the blog.

616.

sebastienne (tbt) // 20s-30s // mutant // thi3ves guild associated due to family debts, has passive mutant abilities related to luck and probability, once getting out from under the guild's thumb she starts working towards establishing a community/support system in the south. quiet revolutionary, diligent woman, knows the city like the back of her hand and tries to be a good catholic between the demands of work and solidarity.

dnd.

m0llymauk tealeaf // 20s // tiefling // i promised them forever ago and am finally getting around to my s2 relisten to really bring them around, so thank all of you for your patience :3

fandomless.

cathal // ageless // cait sidhe // imagine an orange cat that is also fae. and all the stereotypes that implies. he's two stone, dumb as a box of rocks, but has so many heart cells that he's welcome wherever he roams. he's a good lad. dangerously cute, but subtly off-putting if you are a mortal viewing him from the lens of 'just a cat' because he is certainly not that and some of his movements/behaviors outline this.

fin*l f*ntasy gets its own section.

b*lthier // 22 // hume // the leading man is an audacious boyfailure and i love this for him. we need more on the level dashing rogues. he's the han s0lo of this rebellion and his chewie is a sexy bunny girl so what could possibly go wrong? going to rewatch a game movie to brush up on him.

br*ska // 30s // hume // i delete him. i readd him. i delete him. my bestie picks up j*cht and we start bullying our third musketeer to play aur0n. at this point he's going up and staying up til the day i die even if he never gets any airplay besides ax.

l*rsa s0lidor // baby // hume // do you love a good prince archetype? do you love lil dude morality pets to arc villains? do you believe in the redemptive power of a child leading the people into a golden age? well good luck getting to any of that because fate and his ambitious but loving elder brother are kicking this kid's ass six ways to sunday. still, he keeps his head up and aims to be better for the world than it has been to him, and is a surprisingly adroit negotiator. if i get even a whiff of people being abnormal about him i'm blocking liberally. also rewatching a game movie to brush up on him.

mikoto // 20s-30s // human // ten years ago, she was a legendary warrior guiding her summ0ner towards victory. braska and company beat her merry band there. in the ten years since, he's given up her role as a guardian, retired from public life, had a kid... and been drawn back in with the promise of an ambitious young man o reform the church she sees aging out of humanity every day. badass twin-sword wielder who is gonna lose her shit when she realizes her boss is the villain, actually --

valeriana maghreb // 20s // hume // a biracial woman raised in the deadly decadent court of the empire, daughter of a judge, and old friend of ax's muse in setting. loyal to the ruling family in totality, she has an affinity for one of the princes of the empire and plays wholeheartedly into his schemes. her own guile is reserved for helping others across the imperial march of conquest, and has been allowed to help mold another muse listed here per the schemes of his brother to shape an ideal leader. generally tender and sweet but capable of great acts of pettiness if pushed. she's so pretty and she suffers so much for what? girlish whimsy?

literature.

erik // 40s // poto // a little of the novel's absolute mystery, a dash of the musical's tragedy, altogether we stand for accountability in this house. multifaceted but unerringly the villain, even if his intentions can be read as sympathetic. i stand by the hilarity of book erik thinking wives are like little pets you feed and buy trinkets for and take for walkies in the park, the fact women find him brooding and suave and sexy is weirding him out.

quasim0do // teens // hond // i am throwing the novel the musical didney and the 39 movie in a blender and letting it create my ideal take on the character. wretched and tragic and hopeful and mad and pious. he's been through a lot. tentatively nixing his book and didney lore bc Holy Racial Stereotypes Batman, but may keep the book ambiguity about his mother potentially having been Roma. Def want a rewatch of a bootleg before I set anything for him in stone (ha ha.)

misc.

garrett // 20s // q4c // would you like to see some of the sickest blind rep in fantasy from an admittedly mid tier otherwise production? a stable boy who suffered head trauma in an evacuation that led to gradual vision loss and then outright blindness, he entertained dreams of knighthood in camelot regardless. however, the death of his biggest supporter soured him to the notion, and he retreated into an enchanted forest to carve out his own path instead. ten years later, he's getting dragged back into camelot's drama by an adventurous damsel with big hopes and dwindling experience about the world. please god someone help him he's so tired.

[thetaoofzoe]

Fic: The Rumble Of His Truck

Title: The Rumble of His Truck 1/1

Summary: Sy’s truck is big and it shakes the world. You miss him so much. 

Rating: Self indulgent fluff and a tinge of smut. Do you need a little longing and a little happiness and a little bit of rough naughtiness? This is for you.  ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU ( because you deserve some loving)

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‘Wassa matter baby?’

His voice was rough and slurred with what sounded like the remnants of sleep.

You smiled, hearing him shifting and groaning, imagining that he must have been sleeping upright in his office chair when the ringing phone startled him out of an uncomfortable doze.

‘You awright?’

‘I’m fine,’ you lied. ‘I just wanted to hear your voice.’

The silence that followed made you feel uncomfortably exposed. Sy could read you like an open large print book and his lack of response told you that he didn’t believe a word you’d said.

And when he spoke, you jerked out of your own muse.

‘C’mon, baby. You wouldn’t be calling me at… 3am 'cus you wanted to hear my voice. Now, what’s the matter?’

That bastard.

‘Well,’ you continued, trying to inject some levity into the conversation, ‘I like your voice. It’s sexy.’

A beat passed and you took the moment to wriggle into the comfortable spot beneath your duvet.

‘Uh huh.’

You closed your eyes and revelled in the gravel in his voice. You loved the way he sounded just after waking. There was something so primal about his thicker than normal accent and the terseness of his words. As his brain hadn’t fully engaged with the world the moment he opened his eyes, he wanted you to get right to the point. That sexy voice now sounded incredulous.

‘I dunno,’ you began quietly, feeling a prickling of tears at the outer corners of your eyes and that familiar sensation of splotchy heat rushing up your neck.

Oh God, don’t cry. Don’t you cry!

Your throat convulsed and choked on the vague words you were going to use to assure him that you only wanted to hear his voice and maybe have a little phone sex. All you wanted was the fun easy stuff, not the darkness that slithered like an unchained beast in your gut, not the petty anger you felt about him always being away, not the surprising grief you experienced when the two of you parted, yet again.

You signed up for this life. You knew what you were getting into with a man who was never home. Eyes wide open and all of that rot, but yet you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling inexplicably angry about it. About all of it. 

Sy then made a noise that told you that he was thinking about something, that he was quietly considering his next words. He was assiduous with his words and when he spoke, people listened. You listened. It was one of the things you loved about him, and the thought of loving him made you pulse with heartache.

When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and soothing, pitched in a way you knew you didn’t deserve. You didn’t deserve his undaunted tenderness.

‘Baby. I miss you, you know that. I miss you all the time,’ he said, his tone reassuring.

‘I know,’ you answered, trying to hold back a girlish sob.

God, If I start crying, I’m going to waste the rest of this day with a headache.

‘You know I’d be right there with you, if I could. Right?’

You pressed your teeth into your lower lip and nodded, finally snuffling out a ‘Mmmhmm.’

‘I love you, baby.’

Your heart broke into pieces. There was nothing like his expression of love to wreck the whole of you.

‘I love you,’ you managed to squeak out. ‘I– I have to go.’

‘Babe,’ Sy said suddenly and you winced that you had aroused his suspicions. ‘Babe, wai–‘

You disconnected. And feeling sorry for yourself, you tossed the mobile aside then lay there staring into the dark.

He didn’t deserve to be treated like that, chided the voice in your head.

You blindly groped for the discarded mobile. One finger glanced against a cool rounded edge and you dragged it close, contemplating ringing him again, if only to apologise. Subjecting Sy to your own petulant whimsy really wasn’t fair. However, the childish part of you grumbled that /he/ should call back if he was that concerned. You flung the phone father away and groaned when you heard it thump against the carpeted floor.

Flipping onto your side and dragging the bedsheets around your face and shoulders, you resumed stewing over the hot miserable coal in your gut. 

It wasn’t long until sleep claimed you again.

**

Hours later, as you continued to doze lightly, blissfully floating just beneath the flimsy surface of sleep and uncaring about the outside world, something scratched at your attention. There was a noise in the distance and your consciousness reached up through the dreamy film to try to identify the audible intruder. Your brain followed it and rifled through its memory databanks, trying but failing to put a name to the object.

The noise drew closer and the sudden recognition of it slammed into place. It was the deep throated growl of a V8 Hemi engine that shattered the mid-morning silence. It roared up your driveway, husky and panting and unabashedly announcing its arrival.

You pushed yourself upright in bed as the room rattled around you.

No, you thought. It couldn’t be.

When the engine stopped, the whole world plunged back into silence, and with hands nervously clutching the duvet, you held your breath.

It couldn’t be.

You jumped at the  muffled noise of your front door slamming shut, and looked towards your closed bedroom door.

Heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs.

When the bedroom door opened, you tensed, waiting for it to bang nosily against the opposite wall and knock loose what was hanging there. But, it didn’t. Instead your unexpected visitor only pushed the door halfway open, and suddenly in rushed a great big slobbery and excited dog.

You scrambled out of bed in an instant, and threw your arms round the wriggling Alsatian.

‘Aika!’ you cried, voice loud and bright with delighted surprise just as the second figure came through the doorway.

You broke apart from the shaggy animal and looked up.

Sy.

He looked tired and road weary and even scruffier than the last time you’d seen him. Wearing a tan tee-shirt and dark jeans he smiled when you fell upon him like a ravenous predator. He swept you up in his strong arms and kissed you, opening your mouth with his eager tongue and dragging you even closer against his hot, sturdy body. He felt so good, so alive and smelling of the encroaching summer morning, that you couldn’t discern the differences between your melange of emotions.

You wasted no time stripping him out of his clothes and pulling him to bed. You didn’t bother to ask how or why he was there for when he pressed you onto your back and thrust hard into you, all rational thought slipped away. Sy pumped you full and didn’t stop his merciless onslaught until you were wailing and cumming on his thick veiny cock.

‘I’m so sorry,’ you gasped when he slid off of your hot thrumming body and lay at your side. ‘I’m sorry for being a jerk.’

You listened to his quick breathing and smiled when it finally slowed enough for him to speak clearly.

‘You were being a jerk,' he said with a fond chuckle.

You laughed happily and the knot of tension in your chest loosened and disappeared. How could you love this man any more?

‘What the hell are you doing here anyway! I thought you were… ‘

‘I just flew in last night. I was driving up here to surprise you. I had pulled into a rest stop to get in a nap when you called.’

You rolled onto one side and pushed against him. Sy lifted an arm and curved it around you drawing you in close. You put a hand on his belly and your cheek against his shoulder.

‘How long do I have you?’ you asked.

‘For a while,’ he answered vaguely and it was enough for you.

You were going to make the most of it.

-end

[timeforelfnonsense]

The Lusty Eladrin Maid

Rating: E (no smut yet but there will be in the update) || Ao3 ||  Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series || Author's tucked away at the end

It was a simple enough task to find Dafni in the little forest glade. He’d followed the trail of flowers left behind by her bare feet in the grass. The iridescent fabric of her skirt fluttered around her thighs as she twirled. Her nimble fingertips plucked berries, as red and ripe as her parted lips. She filled the woven basket hanging from the crook of her bent arm, singing softly to herself. A few rosy ringlets peak out of the front of her kerchief, framing her bespeckled cheeks. A smile tugged at Astarion’s lips, she looked like a storybook character come to life right off the page.

Silently, he crept further into the meadow watching her sway to her slivery, birdsong melody. Closer and closer until Dafni unknowingly spun herself into his embrace. Astarion pulled her into his chest, a baby pink flush spreading across the bridge of her freckled nose. Dafni glanced up at him, doe-eyed through her long, fluttering lashes. Daffodil cups unfurled themselves throughout the sea of curls flowing from her lacy kerchief. Their vibrant colors painting a sunset of yellow, cream, and peachy-pink in her tresses.

“It seems I’ve caught myself a faerie! ” Astarion murmured against her ear, toying with a stray tendril, twisting the curl around his index finger.

Dafni let out a chime of silver laughter before responding in an airy voice, “And what do you mean to do with me, good sir?”

“I mean to take you into my arms.” He said with a low chuckle, turning her so her chest was pressed to his own, “To kiss you and hold you.” He tilted her face upwards, finding her berry-stained lips with his own. Pulling away for a single torturous moment, he spoke once more, “I mean to make you mine.” 

He could taste the sweet tang of raspberry juice and honey on her tongue as he coaxed her deeper into the kiss. A contented sigh slipped from Dafni’s lungs. She nestled herself closer to his body, her full breasts pressed against his chest. He brought a hand to the base of her skull, gently cradling her head in his palm. He felt her lips curl into a smile under his kiss. 

He’d found himself rather enchanted by this little game of flirtatious make-believe. He’d perused the dog eared pages of her books out of equal parts boredom and curiosity. She’d only had the single faded pink leather volume in her bag when she’d been snatched, but over a few days, she’d been able to track down a trove of smutty literature. Through his investigation of the many, many volumes of romance and debauchery, Astarion had gathered some insight into the romantic workings of her mind. 

She dreamt of being swept off her feet. She wanted illicit midnight rendezvous. She longed for stolen kisses and tender words whispered between waltzes. To sneak away from a ballroom to some hidden alcove. He could picture it perfectly, her frilly skirts thrown over her back. His hand climbing its way up her stocking clad caves as she was bent over the nearest piece of furniture and tupped to oblivion.

What was the harm in indulging her whimsy for a little while? It would be easy enough to play the dashing rapscallion to her wayward debutante. 

 “I’ll happily surrender myself to you if you promise to kiss me like that again,” She said, her chest rising and falling with short breaths. A lopsided, sunny smile flashing across her mouth.

Dafni stood on her tiptoes as she threw her arms around his neck, drawing his lips to her own again and again and once more for good measure. Her hand cupped his face, her thumb stroking softly against the sharp line of his cheek. 

A shiver ran through her as he dragged the tips of his middle and index fingers down the sensitive flesh of her inner arm. His touch wandered along her bicep, carefully tracing the delicate outline of the hardy muscle beneath the trimmings of girlish fat. His hand wrapped around the outside of her arm next, giving her a gentle squeeze before continuing his exportation of the shaking limb. His thumb glided along the line of her vena amoris, strumming a soundless melody that reverberated against the walls of her heart. 

He followed the vein to the pulse point hammering at her wrist. Her breath caught in her throat as the warmth of his kiss slipped away. Dafni made a sour expression of protest but Astarion paid her no mind. Gingerly, he brought her wrist to his lips. A feather-light peck tickled her skin before he clasped her dainty hand in his own. The corners of his lips quirked up in a spellbinding grin. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side sending a singular ivory ringlet loose from that splendid head of hair. His left hand came to rest just above the small of her back. She leaned forward in a fruitless attempt to restore the kiss, but she was only able to catch the very corner of his roguish mouth.

“What happened to holding, and kissing and making me yours?” Dafni inquired in a playful mockery of his cadence.

“I am still holding you,” He reminded the hand on her back, pushing her closer for emphasis, “and I did kiss you. As for making you mine...All in good time, dear.” He purred, lips brushing the long line of her ear, “Tell me, sweet girl, do you know how to dance?”

“I- Yes, I know how to dance...”

“I thought so,” Astarion nodded thoughtfully. The hand on her back traveled up to the base of her shoulder blade. He gently nudged her arm upwards until to rest atop his. “ A pretty creature like you must be the star of all sorts of quaint fetes. I want to be certain that at the next little soirée you attend, you’ll spend the evening scanning the crowd for my face. And every time some brave young lord or lady plucks up the courage to ask for a dance, those perfect lips will turn ever so slightly upwards as you decline. Because every time you hear a waltz all you’ll be able to think of is the man in the glen and the passionate, consummate sex you had with him.” 

Dafni’s heart threatened to burst. There she was, Dafni Ríwen, Thesmia’s sheltered, unexceptional daughter of controversial paternity. The girl who sat on the sideline of every formal gathering she’d ever attended with an empty dance card and a sullen pout, seen as an unquestionable first water by the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on! She felt her footing wobble but Astarion’s confidence held her steady and sure. She knew it was only a bit of fun but she’d spent decades dreaming of finding herself in a situation very much like this one and by the hells she was going to enjoy it! 

Astarion was clearly versed in the art of ballroom seduction. He led her through the waltz as sure-footed as anything. Though there was no music, his rhythm never faulted. Moreover, he held her much closer than was proper. His hand had fallen to the curve of her waist rather than her shoulder. Her body felt as if it had been set alight at each point of contact. 

If they were truly in a ballroom some overzealous chaperone would have certainly made a fuss. While the fey were certainly creatures of revelry and carnal pleasure, they held a certain fondness for priority and decorum that seemed to outsiders rather contradictory. But, to the people of Faerie, it all made perfect sense. A chaperone scolds a young couple for improperly and perhaps the attention would incite a reaction from a rival suitor leading to a dispute of honor. Perhaps they proved the final push for a public delectation of love. Or, at the very least, the blushing lovers might seek out some secret place to continue their dalliance now colored with the excitement of rebellion.

The wicked curve of his smile and her previous encounter with him in these very woods, lead Dafni to believe that Astarion was exactly the sort of libertine who was all too thrilled to be given an excuse to sneak off for a bit of secret bedsport. A yearning sigh fell from her chest as she pictured herself laid for him in one of the Summer Queen’s manicured hedge mazes. She bit back a lewd noise as she pictured some hapless party goer stumbling across them still in the throes of amorous relations. 

All in good time, She repeated to herself as she picked her thighs together.

___

When I make a new OC, I always include a tiny piece of myself, a hobby, skill, or habit. It's always something small but acts as the proverbial  "baby's first laugh"  à la the fairies of Neverland for characters.  I don't usually share what that spark is, but rather keep them as little in-jokes for myself and those closest to me. As a little peek behind the curtain, I will share that Dafni inherited my love of romance novels. I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone who follows my tumblr I am a lover of smutty, historical, and fantasy literature. This fic is my love letter to Tessa Dare, Lisa Kleypas, and all of the other women whose stories provide me with a much-needed escape during an awful year as well as inspiring me to write once more. Part two coming soon! (Also yes, the vena amoris is an old wives tale BUT it's very romantic, and who's to say elves don't have the fictitious heart vein?)

[serendipitybutterfly]

At long last... Here I am posting the final two readings... Again really late at night but... That's life...

Anyways... Let's get right to it! Here are the readings for my same age friends, the 94 liners...

Jung Hoseok:

Personality: This might be someone who comes into Hobi's life initially as a friend or a friend of a friend. This is definitely someone with a lot of friends herself and he might meet her surrounded by other women... Maybe in a work environment... Like backstage or in a dressing room... Hair and makeup or preparation for a performance or interview... Yeah for some reason this is what's coming through here. There are a lot of other girls there but she catches his eye... I think she's possibly quite a bit younger than him... Though not ridiculously younger. She definitely looks young and has a youthful kind of energy... Though I don't think she's immature or silly, she might sometimes be impulsive or rash... Only because she's pretty passionate about standing up for herself and others and making her mark. This is someone who might sometimes work in the shadows... Maybe she's a reporter or something along those lines... I just feel like there's an element of subterfuge to what she does... The Thief card and Vampire are making me think of those old timey detectives and private investigators and reporters in black and white films so I think there's something there... With scribe and warrior coming out... Along with victim and rescuer... I think this is someone who knows the pen is mightier than the sword and wields that power in both an offensive and defensive way. I definitely think she has a kind of sharp tongued edginess and wit. She might seem like a dangerous or difficult woman to get close to in some way... I definitely think you want her on your side and not against you... Still, I do also see some softheartedness... A little girlish innocence in romance... and a love for animals and nature...

Relationship: Hmmm... Well first of all, I think it's important to point out that there is a lot of love and emotion in this marriage. Look, the cup of love in overflowing. However... It does look at this point like there will be some strain and anxiety related to their careers... Especially regarding being separated a lot by travel and / or workload... Perhaps aspects of one person's career causes the other a lot of upset and worry... Jealousy... Sleepless nights... There is a sense of instability here... Like the state of their relationship is constantly changing... That there is a need to seriously work on it and build it on stable foundations but there's just not enough time before someone is off again being busy with work... I also see that their relationship progresses very quickly... They might get married very soon after they get together so there's just not been enough time to build that strong foundation of trust, loyalty and security before they're married and it's like they just kinda expect that security to be there because of the wedding. As long as there's love though, and there definitely is, these issues can be resolved with dedication and effort. I also want to stress as always that this is just a potential future based on the path he's currently on. A lot can change in a short space of time. Hobi's birthday is coming up... Let's wish him good fortune in life and love. 💜

Kim Namjoon:

Personality: Another one I wanna be besties with... I think she is very likely to work in the music industry... Either as an artist herself or as a song writer. If she's an artist, she's probably the singer / songwriter type... Probably has a kind of earthy, natural, folky kind of style. Someone who likes to tell real stories with their lyrics and music. Also someone with a head for imagination, fantasy and whimsy... A romantic who loves nature, art and music. It's interesting that I see both a lot of maturity and maternal instincts here and also a lot of childlike optimism and a desire to live life joyfully. I think she can take charge, organise and lead really well but she can also often be the 'baby' being lead... (ok...😳). I definitely think she's a little younger so maybe that plays into it... Like she knows how to act cute to best effect 😉. Probably has a secret sexy side too... I think she probably actually has a somewhat mysterious, sexy look or vibe... Something about her is thought of as sexy anyway even though she also seems kinda innocent in personality and image too.... Cue us all trying to think who this could be as we go into the next section because...

Relationship: Unlike all the other readings I didn't see what their married relationship would be like... Instead the cards showed me them getting together... The lead up to their marriage... Why? Because at this point... It seems like this will happen pretty soon. This isn't the distant future for Namjoon. This is happening... Maybe this year (flashbacks to my birthday reading for him asdgjlgdafbklkhhj!). So, what am I seeing? A lot of hiding their relationship... Lying or avoiding speaking about it... Going out at night... Sneaking around... Sneaking away to be together in remote places... Perhaps different countries... They might get together pretty soon but there's a long period of successfully hiding this relationship. It feels like waiting... Like not being able to move forward just yet... Yet still, through it all, they will stay faithful and dedicated to each other because this is a true love match where they feel like they've found the one they can be their truest selves with. The one who makes them feel renewed everytime they're together. They're OK with the subterfuge because they see the light at the end of the tunnel where their relationship can be out in the sun instead of having only the moon as witness. Yeah... There might be a lot of witching hour Han River dates in Joon's future... But at the end of it all there's the big new start together as a couple that they've been waiting for. Namjoon might really be one of those idols that pulls that move on us... 'yeah so.. I've actually been dating for like 5 years and now we're getting married... Peace ✌️'. Before that... A lot of sneaking around. Luckily though, it seems like they don't get caught! Good for them! 👏🏼

So... This has been an interesting look at the potential futures these guys have lined up. I truly wish them all the best of luck throughout their lives... They're just such good guys who've brought so many people so much joy... I hope they all find the destiny that brings them the most happiness and fulfillment.

Thank you all for liking this little series of posts. I hope to do more like it! I look forward to reading all your questions and comments on these readings! Thanks for your support! 💜 💜 💜

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Métro Mirror. Found in the métro line 9 at Grands Boulevards in the 2nd arrondissement.

I have often thought that my head does not belong on my body. Like a young prince sitting upon his father’s throne, my baby fat cheeks and big eyes never seemed to suit my physique. My face has always seemed too young for pink hair and crop tops. A part of it, I’m sure, is the truth behind my youth. I have spent a mere seventeen years on this planet and the tolls of life have yet to reach my face. I suppose the marks of life are more easily observed on my body. Tight knots in my shoulders from a worrywart personality, stretch marks near my legs from when I grew too fast, and scars on my fingers from television induced knife wounds are clear markers for the story of my life. And I guess these markers fit me well: always stressing too often, always growing too fast, always trying to do too much at once. There are, of course, indications of my age on my face: acne scars caused by ignoring my mother’s advice, under-eye bags above my cheeks from days in high school losing sleep, and the faint hint of a mustache that many of my cousins would have nair-ed off. There are times when I look older, of course, and red lipstick and winged eyeliner have proved time and time again to be tools for an older, better version of me. The Gabriella my Gaby wishes to be. I have often thought, too, that my name does not belong with my face. Something about Gabriella suggests a pre-existing woman, confident in who she is and what she wants, and not the youthful Gaby I am, still green and confused, wearing flowers in her hair and glitter on her face. And so I present the truth of my being: a discordance. There exists within me two possibilities: the whimsy of youth, a childhood, girlish longing to become a fairy or princess that reveals itself in rainbow-colored barrettes and “alien skirt”s, and the maturity of post-adolescence, a teen’s desire to discover truths of self and society that appears in an attempted bullet journal and half-baked poems on depersonalization. I have often thought, as well, that I am on the cusp of something greater, be it high school or college, being an adult or having a job, I am always a mere step away from being who I am meant to be. Yet, for now, I will simply have to exist in the moment as I see it, neither Gaby nor Gabriella, child nor adult, confused nor confident: a do not enter sign on my face and a cell phone in my hands, taking the metro home in a city all alone, wearing glitter on my baby-fat cheeks and a designer pea coat on my nearly grown back.