#solar feral asks

[alexandraisyes]

For you.

Yeah okay

[fisheito]

your art has such fun and expressive shapes i love love LOVE!!!! TO SEE IT!!!! you can see the joy nucarni brings you and it's so funny thank you so much for sharing. i say this with the most love and kindness and sincerity possible but your they were both service tops yakublade looks like an adult swim break screen (i think it's the font) and it's genuinely one of my favorite things to look at ever. i think you could send it in and they'd air it. anyway thank you fish you make my very sad days much better

Abb. Bau.. abhhbbubbuhauuububbbbhuaaaaaaaaaaa

[etheriii]

I JUST WATCHED THE ECLIPSE AND IT WAS SO COOL HAVE SOME CRAPPY PHOTOS

AHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAHHHHHHHH THOSE ARE SOME REALLY GREAT PHOTOS!!!! I COULDN'T WATCH IT AS IT WASN'T VISIBLE IN MY COUNTRY

THANKS FOR THE THE PICS ILYSM <333

[gladiatorcunt]

Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

[bones4thecats]

you can also do Orion pax/Optimus prime x cybertroniana reader, both were a couple before the war, and they still follow him on Earth

TFP! Optimus Having A Longtime S/O

Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers Prime) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: I love this trope. Just a calm and nonchalant boyfriend x his loving and slightly-feral S/O! Anyways, I hope you like this. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: The ending of the show and Predcons Rising Film ⚠️

Fun fact: I wrote this listening to Lion King/Guard songs😂

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»»——————————-　 Optimus Prime 　——————————-««

⚔️ Optimus doesn't have that many people left, at least people that he knows that are currently alive. He knew more friends were deceased than alive basically

⚔️ Though, he does have someone alive that he cares the most about; his adorable S/O. You.

⚔️ Meeting back when he was still Orion Pax and a young data clerk working inside of the Iacon and you were the current Grand Diplomat of Alpha Trion's rule as Cybertron's Council's head

⚔️ You had to deliver some information in pads to the place to get organized, and when the young bot smiled and allowed you inside to organize them to how Alpha Trion wished, you began to ask about his life

⚔️ As you began to speak from time-to-time whenever you visited with more classified documents, a bond was formed quick. While many solar cycles passed, the pair of young bots were ogled on by many elders, especially Orion's friend, Megatronus, and your boss, Alpha Trion

⚔️ You were there when Megatronus, now Megatron, was denied in favor of Orion. And you were right by his side when the war blasted off and you soared away with his small team to Earth in hopes of finding something to help with the war and your home planet

⚔️ And while you two would spend many of your days by one another, as the war progressed, that was becoming harder and harder. Thankfully, your teammates would get you two to spend time together by taking some work away from your servos

⚔️ Now, when it comes to missions, you guys almost always go together. Very rarely are you apart in battle. And whenever you go without him, he keeps solid contact with you, and whenever he doesn't get a decent reply, he gets worried beyond recognition

⚔️ During the time fighting against Megatron for the final time, you were help hostage with Ratchet. Being held not for assistance in finalizing the synthetic energon, but for your information on fixing Cybertron, in which you told Megatron to piss off and jump down a hole to a scrapheap

⚔️ Unlike Ratchet, you weren't given to Predaking to kill, rather, you were held in a cell surrounded by Vehicon soldiers. In a matter of minutes, you had gone from acting unconscious to wrapping your legs around on soldiers neck from behind and killing all around you. Think of that scene from The Suicide Squad (2021) when Harley broke out

(Here's a link for reference: Link) - warnings for A LOT blood and death!

⚔️ Optimus was very pleased when he saw both you and Ratchet okay, but when he saw a Vehicon attempt attacking you, he blasted him to the Well of the Allspark. Despite this, you fought brilliantly against the many soldiers against you

⚔️ You also showed a new depth of rhythmicity, from attacking Megatron from behind as Optimus took the front. And before you were knocked aside roughly and your sparkmate was hanging onto the Nemesis, everyone, including Decepticons, were shocked at how in-sync you two were. You really were sparkmates

⚔️ Bumblebee then killed Megatron, making you leap in joy and help him get your sparkmate up and onto the ship's base. You held the mech closely as you cheered with the rest of your team about the win against the Cons

⚔️ Throughout the rest of your lives together, you spent it fighting against Unicron. And while it was hard for you to say goodbye to your lover of many hundreds of years, you couldn't help but shed a tear when his red, white, and blue spark spun around you and acted as if he was pecking your forehead

⚔️ The others watched with smiles as you kissed the spark before watching it fly away. Ratchet patted your shoulder as Bee and the other, including Knockout, gathered around you in a large group hug. You were a family no matter what, thanks to the mech you called your one and only...

"I love you, Y/N..."

[creads]

⭐️ a noite toda. fem!reader x esteban kukuriczka

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; kuku!dilf pai de menina; leitora!milf; oral male e fem recieving; face fucking; sexo desprotegido; p in v; shower sex; dirty talk/praise; nipple play; face sitting; hair pulling; multiple orgasms; kuku!sex deprived [gemidos].

» wn: fiz esse one shot baseado em um ask que eu mandei pra diva @idollete uma vez, também me inspirei na diva @geniousbh na forma de escrever/formatação! mais um kuku dilf nesse perfil né meninas mas o que fazer quando sou apenas uma garota? 🎀 essa foto dele sem camisa me deixa absolutely feral OREM POR MIM estoy loca e precise dele agora 🪦🪦💀🕊🕊🕊

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kuku!dilf que você viu pela primeira vez na praia, no dia que tinha decidido levar sua filha de manhã para que ela pudesse brincar na areia e no mar enquanto o sol não estivesse tão forte. sua menina tomava uma água de coco sentadinha na canga na sua frente, ela percebeu a língua familiar que a menininha na barraca perto falava com o pai. “mamãe, eles estão falando espanhol”, a observação dela te fez olhar para ele pela primeira vez, apesar de ser muito bonito, não era isso que estava focada agora. “por que você não chama ela pra brincar então, chiquita?”.

kuku!dilf que observava sua filha chamar a dele para montar castelinhos de areia juntos, já que elas falavam a língua em comum. o pai da sua filha era colombiano, e, apesar de não manterem uma relação tão boa, você fez questão de ensinar a língua para a garotinha.

kuku!dilf que se aproximou de você com um sorriso educado no rosto, estendeu a mão para se apresentar, e te contou como ficou feliz da sua filhinha ter convidado a dele para brincar, já que ele era tímida que nem ele quando criança. depois, te falou que eram argentinos e tinham chegado há alguns dias no Brasil, e que ele já estava encantado pelo país.

kuku!dilf que se divorciou quando a filha ainda era bebê e tinha a guarda integral dela, e que ela é o mundo inteiro dele, e dava pra ver: a bolsa organizadinha e preparada para qualquer situação, a roupinha rosa e o cabelinho arrumado. ele também te contou que já tinha gastado muito dinheiro na praia porque não conseguia negar qualquer coisa que ela pedisse e também que pensou em vestir um short rosa para combinar com a filha, mas desistiu porque talvez seria demais. riu quando você explicou que “pra gringo é mais caro” e corou quando você disse que o short rosa seria fofo.

kuku!dilf que se encarregou de levar as meninas para o mar, e que fez você sentir coisas fortíssimas ao ver ele, não só fazendo elas rirem tanto, como também ao carregar as duas em só um braço com muita facilidade.

kuku!dilf que riu quando você disse que ele tinha que passar um bom exemplo para as meninas e passar filtro solar, porque já estava vermelho. ele que, surpreendentemente, ficou mais vermelho ainda quando você passou filtro no rosto dele, e fechou os olhos estrategicamente para não ficar te encarando. também, teve que cruzar as mãos no colo depois de você ter passado o protetor nas costas dele, ainda mais depois que você elogiou as costas cheias de sardinhas.

kuku!dilf que te chamou para almoçar com as meninas quando o sol começou a ficar muito forte. e no caminho do restaurante, carregou as bolsas dele e suas, enquanto andava de mãos dadas com a menininha loira. também precisou da sua ajuda para pedir no restaurante, te fez rir o almoço inteiro e, no final, não deixou você pagar sua parte da conta. e quando você agradeceu novamente antes de irem para caminhos distintos e propôs uma festa do pijama para as meninas no seu apartamento, ele aceitou com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

kuku!dilf que chegou no seu apartamento com a mochilinha da filha arrumada e um vinho tinto, te cumprimentou com um beijinho no rosto e sua filha com um abraço educado. também sugeriu que o filme da noite fosse “rio”.

kuku!dilf que carregou as meninas até o quarto depois que elas caíram num sono pesado no sofá com menos de 20 minutos de filme. e sorriu ao ver você na cozinha e as duas taças de vinho já servidas, brindou e repetiu “tim tim” logo após de você, apesar de não saber muito bem o que significa.

kuku!dilf que quando estavam sentados no sofá bebendo, fazia carinho na sua coxa, com o rosto deitadinho no sofá enquanto te admira. e, por mais que queria muito te beijar ali mesmo, quem tomou a iniciativa foi você: chegou mais pertinho dele e falou que a boca tava sujinha de vinho, passando o polegar nos lábios roxinhos entreabertos e manteve a mão ali no rosto, só aproximando sua boca da dele, finalmente selando um beijo depois de querer fazer isso o dia inteiro.

kuku!dilf que não perde tempo em te colocar no colo dele, segurando seu rosto enquanto te beija e bagunçando seu cabelo de levinho, as mãos grandes descendo lentamente para sua cintura e te apertando ali quando você move o quadril pra frente, gemendo baixinho dentro da sua boca.

kuku!dilf que diz “não faço isso há muito tempo”, e sorri quando você responde que ele tem a noite inteira pra matar a vontade, enquanto fica de joelhos na frente dele. quando sente sua mão o masturbar por cima da calça, joga a cabeça para trás e xinga baixinho, levanta os quadris para te ajudar a retirar a calça e a cueca e não consegue tirar os olhos de você desde o momento que você lambeu toda a extensão dele antes de enfiar ele todo na boca.

kuku!dilf que, a princípio, segura teu cabelo em forma de um rabo de cavalo para que seus fios não te atrapalhem, mas com o jeito que você chupa ele tão bem e ainda usa as mãos para envolver a parte do membro que não cabe na sua boca, segura seus cabelos com mais força e começa a fuder sua boca. e ele não se entrega aos próprios olhos quase se fechando de tanto prazer, fixado na sua boca e seus olhinhos lacrimejados, te observando com o olhar caído enquanto morde a gola da camisa, a fim de abafar os gemidos e xingamentos que saem da boca dele.

kuku!dilf que fala que vai gozar e puxa seu cabelo te afastando, se masturbando enquanto esfrega a cabecinha na sua língua de fora, para que possa ver ela ficar toda sujinha de porra.

kuku!dilf que afaga sua bochecha enquanto se recupera do orgasmo, e te acompanha com o olhar quando você se levanta, chega pertinho da boca dele só para sussurrar “vem me pegar no quarto”, e balança a cabeça com um sorrisinho sacana nos lábios enquanto te vê andar até o quarto, safada. cultiva uma marra enquanto levanta as calças e anda a alguns passos atrás de você até o cômodo, entra no quarto e se depara com você sentada na cama, morde o lábio ao fechar a porta, não deixa de te encarar.

kuku!dilf que se deitou em cima de você lentamente enquanto te beijava, as mãos grandes passeavam pelo seu corpo: seguravam seu rosto, enforcavam levemente seu pescoço, apertavam seus peitos e sua bunda por cima da roupa. as mãos logo se encarregaram de te despir, te deixando só de calcinha. beliscava seus mamilos enquanto apertava seus seios, soltando um arzinho pelo nariz enquanto te encoxava. passando as mãos pelos seus braços, pegou suas mãos e juntou elas sobre a sua cabeça, te imobilizando enquanto chupava seus peitos e descia com a mão livre até sua calcinha, fazendo círculos sobre o tecido molhado.

kuku!dilf que só parou de chupar seus peitos porque você levantou os quadris para que pudesse se esfregar conta a ereção dele, desesperada para que ele te fudesse logo. sorriu sacana antes finalmente de se ajoelhar entre suas pernas e retirar as roupas que vestia, deitando novamente em cima de você para te beijar, conseguia sentir ereção quente e a glande melada de pré-gozo sujar a parte interna da sua coxa. você gemeu quando sentiu ele esfregar a cabecinha na sua buceta molhada, e pediu “por favor, esteban… me fode logo” com os lábios encostados no dele.

kuku!dilf que enfiou a cabecinha enquanto analisava sua expressão, mas, covardemente, se retirou de dentro de você. rápido, te virou de bruços com muita facilidade e puxou seu quadril para cima, te deixando de quatro. “calma, bebita… a gente tem a noite toda…” disse, e logo se enfiou todo dentro de ti.

kuku!dilf que colou suas costas no peitoral dele enquanto te fodia, envolvendo a mão no seu pescoço para que seu ouvido ficasse perto da boca dele, permitindo com que ele gemesse no seu ouvido e falasse “desde que eu te vi de biquíni mais cedo, tava sonhando em te comer desse jeito… só não imaginava que sua bucetinha seria tão gostosa assim…” enquanto move a mão que estava apertando sua bunda para o seu clitóris, fazendo círculos para te fazer gozar juntinho com ele.

kuku!dilf que, depois de vocês gozarem juntinhos na cama, te chama para tomar um banho já que estão todos suados e sua bunda ficou toda suja de porra. no banho, ele te pergunta se você gostou, como se não tivesse sido claro pelo jeito que ele teve que tampar sua boca diversas vezes porque você gemia alto demais, e também o jeito que pulsava ao redor dele e revirava os olhos enquanto gozava. você acha até bonitinho a preocupação dele, dá um selinho nele e diz “gostei, muito”.

kuku!dilf que pediu para que você se virasse para que ele pudesse lavar suas costas, esfregando a esponja de banho e o sabonete cheiroso nos seus braços, ombros e lombar. depois apertava seu ombro tensionado com o polegar, fazendo massagem. descendo o carinho para sua lombar, passando as mãos na sua cintura, percebendo que você gemia baixinho ao sentir as mãos grandes no seu corpo. abaixou o corpo para que pudesse apertar suas coxas, subindo cada vez mais perto da sua buceta, ainda sensível mas que ficou molhada com o toque, e ele fez questão de pontuar isso. “já tá molhadinha de novo, bebita? que linda…” enquanto te dedava lentinho.

kuku!dilf que empurrou seu corpo molhado contra a parede gelada para que pudesse resolver o problema entre suas pernas, e agora, entre as dele também. se empurrou lentamente para dentro de você, sugando o ar pelos dentes cerrados e sorrindo junto com você ao te preencher, mais uma vez. dessa vez, te fodia devagarinho enquanto apertava seus peitos com apenas uma mão, e a outra envolvia sua cintura, segurando seu corpo molinho de tão bem que tinha sido fudida há uns minutos atrás, do mesmo jeito que estava sendo fudida agora, o barulho das peles se chocando preenchia o banheiro. ele segurava seu cabelo com condicionador enquanto gemia no seu ouvido.

kuku!dilf que, dessa vez, gozou na parte interna da sua coxa, e se ajoelhou depois para limpar a sua pele com sabão, enquanto fazia massagem nas suas coxas. terminou o banho antes, se secou e esperou sentado na cama por você. e que quando te viu sair de toalha e com os cabelos molhados, exalou um ar que não sabia que estava guardado dentro de seus pulmões, não cansava de te ver, ainda mais com a nova vista: você pós banho em pé entre as pernas dele enquanto fazia carinho no cabelo levemente grisalho e molhado, e ele esfregando o rosto nos seus peitos cobertos pela toalha.

kuku!dilf que pediu para você sentar na cara dele enquanto desfazia o nózinho da sua toalha, e fez uma cara de cachorrinho abandonado depois que você disse que estava muito sensível dos últimos dois orgasmos. “por favor, nena… não vou conseguir dormir direito se não chupar sua bucetinha… deixa, vai… prometo que vou chupar gostosinho, devagarinho…” enquanto beijava sua barriga e apertava suas coxas.

kuku!dilf que não tirou os olhos de você em nenhum momento enquanto te chupava, lambuzando sua buceta toda de saliva, não se importando de molhar a barba e o bigodinho. te dava um beijo molhado ali, alternando entre lambidas extensas e chupadas nos seus lábios e clitóris. agarrava sua bunda e te incentivava a roçar contra a boca dele, empurrando seus quadris para frente e para trás, o que te deixou louca: além do jeito que ele te devorava, sentia a barba áspera contra sua pele sensível e o nariz grande bater no seu clítoris toda vez que mexia para frente.

kuku!dilf que depois de te fazer gozar mais uma vez, dormiu agarradinho com você debaixo das cobertas, depois de trancar a porta e estender as toalhas molhadas no banheiro. e de manhã, não estava ao seu lado na cama quando você acordou, só o viu novamente quando colocou uma roupa e foi ao caminho da cozinha, se deparando com as duas menininhas sentadas comendo café da manhã e ele cortando frutas. “bom dia, hermosa. dormiu bem?”, ele perguntou e te deu um beijinho na bochecha, com um sorriso no rosto de quem já sabia a resposta.

[gallilovesf1]

P4 Into You: “Luz solar”

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Platonic Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Oral (F and M receiving), Jealous Sergio, maybe some typos?

Author's Note: Sorry if this took a while to publish, I was having a hard time thinking of an inspiration to do it:( but here you go!

You and toto got into his car, A Mercedes-AMG GT 63. You gasp, “Nice car–i’ve always wanted one, but dad wouldn’t let me own a Mercedes.” you joked as you roll your eyes playfully as Toto looked at you and chuckled, “I can buy you one if you like?” he teased you as you playfully smacked his shoulder, god his shoulder is so muscular you want to just unbutton his shirt and leave kisses on his chest and shoulder, you’ve seen shirtless picture of him online but damn, touching his shoulder for a second made you go feral, you’d be willing to give anything just to see him shirtless!

“Y/N?” Toto asked as you snapped out of your thoughts, “You alright?” “yes, i’m just- tired i guess” you sighed and smiled at him, “So where am i gonna drop you off then?” he leans at you slightly, as you typed the address on his gps, “perfect.” he said as he started the engine and went on your way to your home.

The ride was silent, you and toto were stealing glances from each other, he’s smirking whenever he catches you looking at him, its red light and the wind is cold, he gently puts his hands on your exposed thighs making you jump a little, “is this ok?” he looks at you, lightly caressing your thigh up and down, “y-yes..” he smirked, as he puts his hands a little higher, you almost whimper by his action and he knows it. Its green light when he looks on the the road but left his hands on your thigh still caressing them, then he turned left into a dark alley, turning off the car as he looks at you, “Y/N, I-” you cut him off with a kiss, he grabs your chin and deepens the kiss, exploring each others mouth, a whimper left out from your lips as toto lightly choked you, he pulls away as he deeply chuckled, “You’re a one dirty slut y/n, i’ll give you that.” you blushed from his words.

You normally don’t want to get called a ‘slut’. I mean who doesn’t, right? But when it comes to this man Toto Wolff, a rich billionaire team principal calling you a slut and it turns you the fuck on, it makes your pussy wet and clench around nothing.

Toto chuckled, “You like me to call you a ‘slut, huh Y/n?” he grabs your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look at him directly, “I asked you a question, haven't I, Schatzi?” you whimpered at the nickname, it never fails to give you butterflies, such a small word yet it has a big effect on you. “Yes, sir…” Toto smirked, “So ein gutes Mädchen.” (Such a good girl.) You don’t know what it means but fuck its making you grow wetter. “Go on the back, get naked.” you're shocked but nodded and went straight to the back and slowly removed your dress leaving you with nothing but a pair of black lace panties. While toto drives the car into a dark parking lot in the alley to keep things private. He opened his door and went to the back seat, he smirked when he saw you naked just for him, he opened the back seat door, as you shivered because of the cold wind outside. He sat beside you patting his lap for you to sit on, “Come” you nodded as toto smirks at you, you sat on his lap not knowing what to do, “Start rocking your hips for me, schatzi.” you look at him slightly taken aback from his request, “I'm not gonna ask again, Y/n.” You nodded and started to grind your hips back and forth on his lap, you felt his cock bulging in his pants, getting harder every time you grind him, “That's it Y/n, just like that.” He said as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

As much as toto wants to fuck you in his car right now he can't, he wanted to take his time on you, make you beg and break you for doing things like this, As much as you drive toto crazy by just doing this..he doesn't want to hurry.

You want to get fucked by toto so bad, you're soaking his pants by just grinding him, and god I hope toto doesn't notice it. You look at him desperate to cum, you whimper and struggling to keep up a pace, “Scheiße, y/n please don't stop..” toto whispered on your ears as he grabbed your throat harshly making you groan, “Fuck-” you felt toto's hands roam around your body, caressing your back, teasing your hardened nipples, kissing your neck all the way up to your jaw while you grind on his clothed cock.

You're so desperate at this moment, you don't care anymore if you make a mess on his lap, squirt your juices all over his clothes, make him cum by just grinding him. Toto noticed the desperation on your actions, he chuckled “I can feel your wetness, Schatzi, are you gonna cum for me?” He said choking you harshly which made you look directly at him, he's surprised to see you tearing up, your face red, and yet you still can't stop grinding him. You nodded, “I need your words, y/n.” “Yes, sir.” with that he gently put you down, laying you down beside him, then he quickly put his fingers on your lips, “Open” you open your mouth knowing what to do, you suck his fingers while you swirl your tongue around his two fingers that's currently inside your mouth, toto groaned at your action he slaps you, enough to make you stop sucking his fingers, “Fuck, y/n, you're going to be the death of me.” He pulls his fingers out from your mouth and quickly teases your entrance, “look how wet you are..all this for me, y/n?” you nodded eagerly, “Yes..sir-!” You're taken aback as he puts his fingers inside you, filling up your tight cut with his 2 fingers, you cried out, “Fuckfuckfuck!” You arched your back as he continued to penetrate your pussy.

Meanwhile, Sergio is worried. You didn't send him a message for a while. He's thinking of possibilities on what had happened to you, did you go home safe or are you even home yet? Did Toto drive you home…or did he— he snapped himself from thinking things, of course you'll be ok you promised him that you'll go home safe and update him every once in a while, but except you didn't..but maybe you're enjoying with toto…he couldn't think anything else, he stood up from the sofa going to the kitchen to grab a tequila, he wanted to calm, but he couldn't..he couldn't stop thinking about you, so he decided to call you, It took a while before your phone rings, you and toto looked at each other, he quickly grabbed your purse and your phone to give it to you, “Who is it?” He said, eyeing your phone, “It's..Sergio..” you're surprised that it isn't your dad your dad Calling, “Answer it.” Toto looked at you as he lowered himself to your cunt, your phone kept ringing, “C’mon Luz solar, answer it.” Sergio patiently waited for your voice, and finally you answered, “Checo..?” You almost whispered, “Y/N- Are you ok?” Checo sighs in relief when he hears your voice, “I- I'm ok.. just tired but I'm fine-” you left toto's gaze on you as he lowered his face to your cunt, “Do you want me to pick you up? You could've just asked me, you know?” Checo chuckled as you tried your best not to moan, “I..” you look down to see toto looking at you too, he flicks his tongue slowly as you roll your eyes to the back of your head, “Y/n?” “Checo-! I'm sorry I'll call you back!” You ended the call as toto eats you, you arched your back, pushing your cunt further to his face, Toto groaned at your action the vibration of his groan sends shivers to your skin, “Fuck! Toto please..” you begged and cried but toto kept eating you like a starved man.

Meanwhile, Checo left speechless at your action, He still felt so worried about you. “Fuck” he said to himself as he sigh, he sat on his sofa and didn't sleep to wait for you to call back, he's not worried that you're with toto, In fact he's jealous. You're supposed to be with him, celebrating the success of his race, not having dinner with the team principal of your rival team, He felt jealous yet happy for you. He just shrugged to himself and drank the whole bottle of tequila, not caring about anything else, except you.

Toto plunged his two fingers deeply inside your cunt, “What do you think your friend’s gonna think of what you're doing, Y/N?” He chuckled as you moaned his name “That's right, moan my name instead of his, I own you from now on, Y/n.” “Toto.. please–” you begged as toto fucked you faster with his fingers, eyes darting at you “You're gonna come for me, Luz solar?” Toto then chuckled as he teased you with the nickname that Checo likes to call you, “Fuck!” You arch your back as you squirt your juices on toto's clothes.

The next day

You found yourself lying on a bed, thank God you're sober enough to remember that you didn't go home to your hotel but with toto's. You lifted the blanket to see if you're wearing something, you're wearing a white button up shirt of Mercedes the one that Toto's wearing during the race, you sat up and Toto's shirt looks like a dress to you.

The bedroom feels comfortable, cozy, and surprisingly neat. The design is minimalist, there's some trophies and pictures, you scratch your eyes and yawn, you look to your side seeing the bed empty, just you.

Then you heard the bathroom door open, it's Toto. Topless and just wearing gray sweatpants, his hair is a little messy from the shower, there's droplets of water beaded on his chest, and his arms are very veiny…

“Goodmorning, Schatz.” He said grinning at you while slowly walking towards the edge of the bed. “Why am I here?” You looked confused, “You passed out after last night, I didn't know your address so I took you here.” That's a big lie, of course toto knows your address you typed your address in his gps last night, but toto wants you all for himself. His eyes trail on your legs, he likes how his shirt looks like a dress to you, your skin looks so soft, he wishes that he can leave marks on them, enough to make you realize that you're his. “I need to go, I'm sorry but we can't do this– i- I shouldn't have agreed on that date.” You started to panic as you stood up and tried to find your clothes but they're nowhere to be found.

Toto watches you as you panic, “Y/n.” He calls your name and you look at him “What..?” “Go eat first before you leave.” He said as he left the bedroom. You just ignored what you're wearing since you've been a little hungry, you followed toto downstairs to see him setting up the table, you sat on the other side of the table as he gave you eggs and bacon, “Coffee?” you nodded, as he went to the kitchen and started making you coffee, “How much sugar?” he said from the kitchen, “only 3!” You yelled, a few minutes later he's back with your coffee.He placed the coffee in front of you, “Eat up, I'll drop you off at your hotel, your dad’s been ringing you for a while as well as Sergio, they’re worried.” he said as he looks at you while you eat, you nodded “Thank you for the food Toto..” you said as you gave him a shy smile.

The drive to your hotel was quiet, he just turned the radio on and didn’t even bother to look at you or to talk to you, ‘he must be regretting what happened last night.’ you thought. But deep down toto wasn’t regretting it, in fact he wanted to do it again, he’s just afraid to touch you at the moment, after what he did to you last night...

“What do you think your friend’s gonna think of what you're doing, Y/N?” He chuckled as you moaned his name “That's right, moan my name instead of his, I own you from now on, Y/n.” “Toto.. please–” you begged as toto fucked you faster with his fingers, eyes darting at you “You're gonna come for me, Luz solar?” Toto then chuckled as he teased you with the nickname that Checo likes to call you, “Fuck!” You arch your back as you squirt your juices on toto's clothes. He groaned as he grind his hips to your ass making himself cum inside his trousers, “fuck!” he groaned, he threw his head back because of the feeling of cumming without being inside you or touching him, he’s just grinding his hips to yours, both of you stared at each other as he deeply chuckled, “Did so well for me, Schatz so well.” he pressed his lips to your sore cunt, you shivered at his action making yourself arched your back to his face as he gently nibbles your pussy, he slowly eats you out, tasting your juices as he slurps it making himself groan. “You taste so sweet, Y/n.” he looked at you as you looked at him with cock drunk gaze, “Toto please..i can’t..” you begged for his mercy as he continued to eat you after your climax.

He palmed his semi hard cock through his pants, still damp from his cum, he groaned at the feeling, the vibrations of his groan sent shivers to your spine, making your eyes roll back. He unzipped his pants and pulls his cock out, he pumped it while he eats you, making him hard every second because of your loud moans, he inserts his middle finger as he circles your clit using his thumb, he slowly fucks you with his finger, you roll your hips on his fingers as you desperately want to cum, “Patience now, y/n. Don’t you think we should take our time, hmm?” you don’t know what he’s saying but fuck, you badly want him inside you. He chuckled as you eagerly nodded, he pumped his cock faster as he desperately wanna cum too, but this time with your help, “sit up.” he commanded, you sat up as you shiver you saw toto pumping his cock up and down, You stared at the bulge of his pants, you’re not expecting him to be this big…you clench your pussy around nothing, “have you done this before y/n?" He said looking at his cock as he pumped it slowly, “done what..?” “given someone a head?” he grins at you, “No..i haven’t.” “Good girl then, i’ll teach you” he unbuttoned his pants and pulls it down to his ankles, “Go on.” he gestured you to lean down as you stared at the tip of his cock, it has a pink-ish color at the tip there’s a pre cum forming in it, “lick it.” you’re not sure on what to do so you just nodded and gave him kitten licks, “ahh fuck–” You looked up at him as you slowly took his cock inside your mouth slowly lowering your head so you won't gag, “Fuck, Y/n..”

Toto had dropped you off a few blocks from your hotel that you've been staying, your Father called you many times as well as your brother and Sergio, they've been worried but honestly your just scared to tell them the Truth, well checo knows that you went out with toto but he didn't know what happened after it, you felt bad about having to answer Sergio's call while having toto eating you out, he's just concerned, afraid that something might have happened to you, you'll definitely need an explanation later.

“Thanks” you said as Toto stopped the car a few blocks away, he didn't say anything, he stayed silent for a minute, you grabbed the door handle as he spoke, “This can never happen again, just forget whatever happened between us.” you nodded as you left his car, you didn't say anything because you couldn't find any words to say, you felt embarrassed and disgusted with yourself, did he just use you? You shrugged as you walked fast.

Toto stayed there for a while looking at you leaving, making sure you're ok, He felt stupid saying that to you, you're a wonderful woman he just thought that he may be a little too old for you, he doesn't want you to get hurt during the process of the ‘Relationship’ that's about to form.

You arrived at the hotel as you pressed the button of the elevator as the door opened and you saw your father with Sergio and your brother, ‘Shit’ you thought, “Y/n?” Sergio says, “Where have you been? I've been calling you all night?” Your father says as the three of them get out of the elevator, “I..I was with a friend, didn't checo tell you that?” You eyed checo “Yes, he did tell me and who's friend?” “it's Hannah,” Checo says, chuckling, “yes! Uhm Hannah!” “Our strategist?” Your father asked as he looked at you then checo “Yes, dad.” “You better be telling the truth Y/N, if I found out you're sleeping with one of the drivers on the grid I'll send you back to London, understand?” “Yes, dad understood.” “Good, Go change, we'll wait for you outside.” You frowned, “For what, dad?” Your brother answers your question, “Dude, there's no way you forgot my birthday!” your brother pouted at you as you realized it's your brother’s birthday! You just chuckled awkwardly and pretend to know that it's his birthday today, “I– yeah! Of course I know your birthday is today, you dummy, I'm just messing with you!” You chuckled awkwardly as you brother chuckled as well, you both likes to mess with each other and he knows it, but this time you really forgot that it's his birthday due to last night activities with toto, checo can sense the panic and awkwardness through your voice, he knows that you forgotten it because if you didn't you'll be the first one to wish your brother a happy birthday. “Happy birthday, Champ!” You hugged your brother tightly as you smiled shyly at Checo, who seemed not amused by you. You pull away from the hug, “Thanks, Y/n–” “C’mon three of you we'll have lunch to catch up.” Your father says as he puts away his phone to his pocket, “But I haven't changed my clothes yet..” your father groaned, “Just go upstairs and be quick, we'll wait outside, c’mon checo, John.” Your father says as he walks away, “I'll see you later sis!” Your brother said as he gave you a smile, you waved a hand at him as Checo stood beside you, “Aren't you coming with them?” He gave you a confused look, “Of course I am.. I'm just gonna come up with you.” You smiled at his words, “That's cute, Thank you checo.” You said as the elevator door opened and the both of you went inside.

You and checo arrived at your hotel room, you quickly went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and freshen yourself up, while checo sat down on your couch waiting for you to be done, “Checo?” You said as you peeked your head through the door, “Sí?” “Can you pass me my towel?” Checo nodded as he went to your dresser to get you a comfortable towel, “Here” he reached his hand inside the door looking away from you, “Thank you checo!” You said as you closed the door, checo decided to tidy up your room for a bit because he knows you take almost an hour to get ready, he folds your laundry, put your dirty clothes away, and threw away some trash that's on your table, he sighs as he sat down not knowing that you went out a while ago, you stared at him as he looks up at you, you were wearing a dark blue dress while your hair is wrapped around like a bun inside the towel, he gulped “I..I thought you'll be..uhm long there so I decided to clean up a bit, I couldn't get inside last night to clean your room because the keys are with you so..” you chuckled, “It's ok Checo, I appreciate it really.” the Mexican smiled up at you as you removed your towel that's been on your hair as you brush it with a hair comb, “So, about last night.. I'm sorry if I hung up on you, I was…busy.” Yeah whatever, ‘Busy’. Busy getting fucked by Toto Wolff. “No, I'm the one who should be saying sorry, Cariño..I was worried.. about you I was drunk too, I just couldn't think of anything else last night, I felt a little relief when I heard your voice..but I was still worried.” You were shocked to hear what checo says, you sighs as you smile at him, “It's ok Checo, you're my best friend.. it's normal to worry and to care about me..I Don't deserve you Sergio..” you held his hand as you spoke, 'Of course I deserve you' Checo thought, he wished that he wasn't just a friend, or a best friend..he wanted to be more than just a friend..he wanted to be yours and to be his..he wants to kiss you, to hold you..to arched your back against the soft mattress of his bed..for you to moan his name like a broken record..But in the end He's just your best friend, but no matter what the status is, he will care and worry about you.

Checo looks at his hand as you hold it, “Y/n..” he slowly looks up at you, “Hmm?” You gave him a concerned look, “What is it?” “I..i Li–'' his sentence was cut off by a phone call, he reached at his pocket, “Sorry I gotta take this–” he pulls his phone out to see the callee ID of your father, he answers it, “Checo, Where the hell at you? Where's Y/n? Is she coming?” You heard your father's voice, “Shit” you whispered, “I..uhm yes she's just locking the room, we're on our way.” He says as he ends the call and looks at you, “Ready?” You nodded, “Always.”

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Krittika: The Tarzan Complex & Survival Strategies

TW: murder, rape, genocide, euthanasia, death, violence, misogyny

This is part 2 of my ongoing Krittika series. This research was commissioned by the wonderful, angelic and patient, @rscelestia-blog . Being commissioned to do nakshatra research by you guys makes me feel like I'm a renaissance artist and you guys are my Medici family ✨🥺🫶💛 I'm so grateful for it.

For this post, I wanted to look into how this nakshatra often manifests in men. Whenever I talk about how naks manifest irl, I am talking about a tendency not a rule. Astrology is not a perfect science and it is very much possible that someone could have these placements and not behave this way. Also there are hundreds of different tendencies for each nak, since every astrologer is a mere human being with limited knowledge, what they derive from their studies is perhaps only a handful of such possibilities. Therefore every nakshatra has vast room for interpretation.

All that said, I have often thought that Krittika men were a bit unrefined and mannerless for a long time. I think this broadly applies to Solar men in general because they're a "guy's guy". However, this observation was further cemented by an ask that I received a long time ago where an anon pointed out how many actors who have played Tarzan or Tarzan like characters have Krittika nakshatra.

I will be making a separate post about the 'feral child' trope and how its most acutely manifest in a different planetary type but for this post I want to focus on the 'uncivilized' nature of Krittika/Solar men.

I had mentioned in my previous Krittika post about how since Krittika nak follows Bharani where creation takes place, Krittika is about survival.

In fact, the theory of 'survival of the fittest' was put forward by another Solar man aka Charles Darwin, Uttarashadha Moon

The term was originally coined by Herbert Spencer, Ketu in Uttaraphalguni after reading Origin of the Species

 Alfred Russel Wallace, whose own theory about the mechanics of evolution was almost identical to Darwin's, had a Solar stellium (Mercury & Venus in Uttarashadha and Jupiter in Krittika)

In Nazi Germany, they appropriated Darwin's "survival of the fittest" to eradicate anybody who wasn't Aryan or 'fit'. One of the key proponents of the same was an officer named Alfred Rosenberg, Uttarashadha Sun who was hanged to death after the war. He helped advance involuntary euthanasia to eliminate mentally ill and disabled individuals.

Now, lets go into Tarzan.

Tarzan is from an aristocratic British family and after losing his parents, he is adopted by the leader of the ape tribe, among whom he is raised. He later experiences civilization, rejects it and returns to the wild.

Many actors who have played Tarzan have either Solar influence or Venusian influence. In the 2 dozen actors who have played this character, the majority are Venusian tbh but I'll explore that more on a separate post about Venusian men. I think its interesting how different aspects of this character fit these two planetary types.

Here are some men who have played Tarzan

Johnny Weissmuller, Mercury and Venus in Krittika

He played Tarzan in 12 films and Jungle Jim in another dozen films and its TV adaptations as well.

Bruce Bennett, Krittika Sun (unrelated but i find this pic so funny lmao)

Tony Goldwyn- Krittika Sun and Venus (atmakaraka)

He voiced Tarzan in the 90s film

Tarzan has always been played by other Solar natives like:

Wolf Larson- Uttaraphalguni Moon

Alexander Skarsgaard- Uttaraphalguni Stellium

Now when we think of Tarzan, what do we most associate with him? He is a man who was raised in the jungle by apes since he was a baby, so he is "uncivilized" and by most standards "lacking manners", he is wild, messy, uncouth, improper and defies all kinds of social norms. We usually associate "mannerlessness" with belonging to perhaps a lower class in society but here is where Krittika and Solar men surprise us. They behave this way despite all that they have. They could be from immensely privileged backgrounds and still act like jungle freaks.

They lack social charisma, grace or "politeness". Tarzan is very independent because he was raised in the jungle where he had to learn how to fend for himself. Similarly, Solar individuals also tend to be very socially independent which means they're often not the best at interacting on a group level. In order to be sociable, you have to emotionally connect with others, Tarzan's early life is not something anybody else can connect to, even if he adopts a more "civilized" behaviour, he's still going to stand out because of how he's lived his life. Even if they're welcomed into and accepted by society, Solar individuals struggle to relate to and emotionally connect to them.

Sun naks are generally known for being a bit emotion-less but in Krittika this manifests in a very "each for himself/herself" mentality that ISNT self-serving. I would say Krittika natives are the least selfish and most service oriented of all the 3 Sun nakshatras. They know that its a dog eat dog world, so they almost have a tendency to be the one who does all the brunt work so that their loved ones can be spared of it?

I'll mention some examples of "mannerless" Krittika men now:

Howard Stern, Uttarashada Sun Krittika Rising

This guy straight up is so RUDE and crass and vulgar with ALL of his guests????

Here is him talking to Matthew McConaughey about his father dying and Matt is no better in this clip either but like wtf?? who talks like that???

Lowkey Solar individuals LOVE to gossip and start shit between people.

Here is a compilation of him being creepy and disgusting to women on his show.

Dana Plato, the actress, committed suicide a day after appearing on his show in 1999. The humiliation she endured is said to have been her breaking point. Her son committed suicide on the 11th anniversary of her death.

When I tell you Solar men are emotionally abusive, either by being avoidant and ignoring you or by being condescending, patronising, openly mocking you and treating you like shit, BELIEVE ME.

Jordan Peterson- Krittika Rising

I dont know if I need to explain why Jordan is a mannerless misogynistic asshole.

Here are some remarks made by Kate Manne, a feminist expert, who critiqued Jordan's work:

"There’s an interesting moment in the book where Peterson talks about resentment as a “revelatory” emotion that can mean one of two things. One, you feel it because you’re immature, in which case you just need to buck up. Two, you feel resentment because you really are being oppressed or taken advantage of somehow. Your resentment shows you that something needs to change or that you need to assert yourself in relation to other people.

But there is clearly a third possibility. People often feel resentful because they appear, based on historically entrenched social norms, to be getting a bad bargain, when what’s actually happening is that others are getting a somewhat fairer deal. When you’re accustomed to unjust privilege, equality feels like oppression, as the saying goes." (link to the whole article)

This is such a classic example of the way Solar individuals think. They don't really think in terms of privilege, justice, fairness etc??? They just think you can work hard enough to erase all the other socio-economic-political barriers that make things harder for others?? This is of course until they've had first hand experience of difficulties of this sort lmao but they are naturally not wired to think too much, they're very simple minded, like Tarzan, that's why Sun is the most Yang of energies. Its a very action-goal oriented line of thought. They are almost incapable of thinking in abstract or trying to see things within the context and subtext in which it has occurred.

This is also why they are often very academically gifted. Naturally intelligent people struggle the most in school because their brains are not wired to endure the structure and mechanical system of learning that our education system enforces. Intelligence by definition necessitates that the person possessing it is capable of thinking unconventionally and that means finding the school environment really limiting or restrictive bc schools fr be killing the joy of learning.

Solar individuals thrive within these systems because they seldom, if ever, question the system itself, they just learn their material and write the exam. They do not think "unconventionally" or beyond the binary in any way. They accept what they learn to be true and they are more focused on working within the system to climb its ranks. If this is the system we're in, they want to be THE BEST in it and they will master all of its rules to work with it to beat it??

This is why all Solar naks are at the very top of the caste hierarchy, Krittika is a Brahmin nak whereas Uttaraphalguni & Uttarashadha are both Kshatriya naks

Solar individuals are lowkey one of the least empathetic types. I dont mean this to be harsh but they're not very emotionally intelligent and its really hard for them to read a room or intuitively pick up on how someone's feeling/what's on their mind. You reallyyyy need to spell things out for them. It does not come to them naturally to understand how others think or to put themselves in the shoes of others because for Solar individuals everything is kind of a competition and when its a battle of survival, you dont stop to think how your opponents are feeling? this is not to say that they're in "survival mode",, Solars are too unbothered to be in fight or flight 24/7, its just the Tarzan mindset tbh. If you're an animal in the jungle, the jungle is your home, you understand how it operates, how you must hunt or starve, you know what your odds are, you cant be here feeling too empathetic towards other creatures knowing full well that you have to hunt them down and eat them or otherwise starve yourself to death. Animals are comfortable, secure and chill in their habitat but they also understand the stakes so they're always survival minded? Because it truly is each for his/her own out there.

Mark Wahlberg- Krittika Stellium (Mercury, Venus AK and Saturn)

Wahlberg is an A class asshole. In the 80s he assaulted two elderly Vietnamese men and a group of black children all the while hurling racist abuses at them.

Here is a clip from one of his movies:

I know its a film but this is for real how Solar men view the world. They see everything as a "conquest". (Tarzan mentality)

The simple minded Tarzan mentality is also why in the books and movies, Tarzan is unable to cope with civilization and returns to the jungle. The author said it's because Tarzan saw the world as too corrupt which is perhaps true but it's also because having lived in a jungle where the ruled are pretty simple and standard, being a member of society means adhering to many unspoken ruled and conventions. Solar individuals find it THE hardest to do so and when they're actual being true to themselves, they act like apes of the Howard Stern school.

Salvador Dali, Krittika Stellium (Sun, Mercury & Mars)

To make matters worse, he was UBP Moon (the influence of multiple malefic planets makes one more prone to being an asshole) and I have extensively covered his wrongdoings in my post about Saturnian men

However, for now I want to focus on how Dali was a Nazi sympathizer,

He was also obsessed with Hitler in a perverse way and apparently had homoerotic fantasies of him lmao??

He was once quoted as saying:

"I often dreamed of Hitler as a woman. His flesh, which I had imagined whiter than white, ravished me… There was no reason for me to stop telling one and all that to me Hitler embodied the perfect image of the great masochist who would unleash a world war solely for the pleasure of losing and burying himself beneath the rubble of an empire; the gratuitous action par excellence that should indeed have warranted the admiration of the Surrealists."

He was a big old fascist who also supported the Spanish dictator Franco which made Picasso stop talking to him for the rest of his life.

In 1975, when General Franco executed many people, hundreds and thousands of fascists gathered in support of Franco, chanting his name and making fascists salutes. When the world condemned this appalling act, Dali praised Franco and called him the “greatest hero of Spain.”

George Orwell, a strong critic of the fascist rule in Spain, despised Dali and wrote —

“During the Spanish Civil War, he astutely avoids taking sides and makes a trip to Italy. He feels himself more and more drawn towards the aristocracy, frequents smart salons, finds himself wealthy patrons, and is photographed with the plump Vicomte de Noailles, whom he describes as his ‘Maecenas.’”

Salvador Dali was nicknamed ávida dollars (“eager for dollars”) by his former surrealist friends for selling his consciousness and idealism for money and fame.

Average Solar behaviour

When I talk about Tarzan mentality, I'm referring to how lions dont feel remorse at the thought of killing deers. Its not in their nature to feel remorse. The hierarchy of the eco system is such that lions are predators and its their job to hunt. They are by biological design, carnivores. Its a bit sickening to think of how like animals, who have no choice but to be brutal to survive, Solar individuals often have this ruthless ambition to do absolutely anything to get ahead in life. The world we live in, is a capitalist, patriarchal world and the people who thrive in it are ones who are willing to overlook or dont see the faults in the system at all.

The ones who sit at the very top of the pyramid did not get there by being compassionate angels. 3/4 Brahmin caste naks are "ugra" or violent nakshatras, Krittika is the exception, as it is a "mishra" nakshatra (mishra means "mixed"). The ones at the very top are the most brutal and fierce. There is no other way to get to the top in this world.

Carrie Fisher, Krittika Moon

The singer James Blunt (Shatabhisha stellium) who was besties with Carrie, wrote in his memoir:

“I was closer to Carrie than almost anyone else in the world, except my wife. She told me which girlfriends weren’t suitable, was the first person I told when I met my wife, and we chose engagement rings for her together.

She also knew where every unmarked grave of mine lay and where every guilt stemmed from. She was complicit too. When I arrived home one morning with a love bite on my neck, and my girlfriend of the moment about to arrive, Carrie grabbed her 16-year-old daughter and gave her a love bite as well.

Then Carrie summoned me over, offering her own neck, and told me to give her a love bite. When the girlfriend arrived, we all had love bites.

There was also an issue with drugs. Carrie had long been open about her addiction, but at some point it was obvious enough to be of concern.

I stood many times at the foot of her bed at 3am listening to the laboured breathing of someone sounding close to death on heavy medication. Not long before she died, I asked her to be godmother to my son, telling her that I wanted her to take care of herself so that he might know her when he grew up.

Charlie, her best friend, confronted her more directly and told her she needed to quit drugs, but was ostracised by her as a result. I took a different approach and did them with her, pretending to myself that I would guide her to redemption one day – just not today.

The lies we tell ourselves are the ­hardest to forgive. As a result, her ­daughter Billie blames me in part for her death, and no longer speaks to me. They buried Carrie’s ashes in a giant ceramic Prozac pill. You can see a picture of it on the CD disc of my first album. There are only two of them in the world, and the other one is my most treasured possession.”

Krittika being a "mishra" or mixed nak means that its just as capable of being tender as it is of being destructive. There are only 2 mishra naks. The other one is Vishaka.

Carrie took James in before he had even made his debut and he lived with her and recorded the songs of his first album in her house. They had a long lasting friendship, all of this points to the kind, nurturing, almost maternal nature of Krittika but the other behaviour he mentioned, including the love bite giving lmao?? Krittika is a Solar nak and they wouldnt be who they are if they weren't competitive for no reason lol and ostracizing people who mean well??? Solarcore AF

I assure you trying to give advice to a Solar is pointless because like the Sun, they too are blinded by their own light, they see nothing, they comprehend nothing except their own projections. Plato's allegory of the cave was about Solars, I swear lmao. The truth can be very very obvious to absolutely everybody else but a Solar WILL NOT SEE IT

They embody this meme:

They're very low on emotional intelligence tbh. You could tell a Solar that someone almost murdered you and they'd be like "oh he's not very nice, is he?" 😭😭😭 I think it's also part of their simple minded Tarzan thinking. They take everything at face value and are straightforward to a fault. They just don't know or understand how crooked people can be.

I have Krittika Moon friend who is dating a Hasta Moon man (Solar x Lunar couples 🤧) and he was disgusting to me IN FRONT OF HER and he's been nasty af to many other women we all know and she wasn't his girlfriend at the time. But even after she knew all of this, she went on to date him and now they've been together for over a year lmao 🤮🤢🤮

They do not see the faults with themselves or with people they love. They live in a bubble of delulu and completely believe that all that glitters IS GOLD. They can be soooo naive, its insane. Theyre naive girls in bad bitch packaging.

Solar individuals struggle more than any other type to understand that things are not always black and white and that real life is veryyy complicated because people are complicated. In the jungle, such abstractions do not exist, things are very black and white, you can easily arrive at solutions by thinking in a very binary way. Sun nakshatras are focused on survival and this mentality warps their mindset from perceiving things in a more complex and nuanced way.

I want to emphasize once more that survival mentality is NOT being in flight/fight mode,, its more so about operating from a place of maximum efficiency and cutting out all the unnecessary bullshit. But being in survival mode is not living. We are not animals and there is more to life than just...surviving.. and thriving..

Solar individuals are the type for whom every kind of experience is a status symbol of some sort. Be it being desired, succeeding at school/work, making x amount of money, they dgaf about "enjoying" things, they are absolutely not the "stop to smell the roses" type, they want to be like the people who they envy or look up to, they want all those markers of success. Ask them about their motivations and you'll seldom hear of an emotional one.

They're mostly driven by a need to do well in life just because. We live in a world where money is king, and where certain things are conventional indicators of success and even if they have absolutely no desire for a certain kind of house, or car or brand or relationship, they do not want to be perceived as someone who is incapable of having it???? so they work hard to get it?? They get it for show, basically.

There is a reason why the ONLY nak without a yoni consort is a Solar nakshatra (Uttarashada). The height of Solar energy is such that its truly each for his/her own, no partners whatsoever.

Jack London, Uttarashadha Sun

He wrote books like a The Call of the Wild and numerous other adventure stories which are all about surviving in the wild by yourself lol

Its funny how literally the themes of certain naks and planetary influences are made manifest

 Richard Gadd- Krittika Sun and Venus

He is the star and maker of Baby Reindeer, which, if you really think about it, is a survival story. You have got to ask yourself is someone subject you to brutal stalking of the kind Gadd was subject to, would you spend YEARS of your career performing and reliving it? There could be many reasons why he chose to do so and many have found it highly problematic how a man whose privacy was so brutally invaded for so long would do so little to properly hide the identities of the real people he's talking about (his stalker was found out by netizens and she's been receiving death threats etc).

I feel like it points to the nature of the Sun. They will have the last word always and even when they're losing, they'll drag you down with them. But beyond that, I feel like it points to the ambition and tenacity of Krittika and their sheer will power.

Pitbull, Uttarashadha Sun, Krittika Moon & Rising

His life story is extremely Solar

The "American dream" tbh is a very Yang one and a very Solar one

He was born in USA to immigrant parents.His family has a history of fighting against the Castro regime in Cuba. When he was three, he could recite the works of Cuban national hero and poet José Martí in Spanish. He learned English by watching Sesame Street as a child. His father was largely absent from his childhood; his parents separated when he was young, and he was raised mostly by his mother, later stating: "my mom is my father and my mother." He briefly stayed with a foster family in Roswell, Georgia. His parents struggled with substance abuse; as a teenager, he was also involved with drug use and dealing, which eventually led to him getting kicked out of the family house.

Divorce, war, natural calamities, destruction of any kind is veryyy common for people born under Krittika, Ardra, Uttarashadha, Jyeshta, Ashlesha nakshatras.

Pitbull's parents were separated, they fled Cuba, he was kicked out and was literally left to fend for himself.

He said he chose his stage name of Pitbull because the dogs "bite to lock. The dog is too stupid to lose. And they're outlawed in Dade County. They're basically everything that I am. It's been a constant fight". Literally so Solarcoded??

I'll end this post here, I have more posts to come about Krittika and Solar naks so stay tuned. I hope this was insightful

I am sooooo sorry that I have been soooo slow with my uploads lately,, I just have a lot on my plate atm 😭😭😭I am going to try my best to be more consistent cause I want to finish this series asap as I have several other pending posts to make UGHH

[imagine-silk]

Fallout characters reacting to Sole who (with the Ghoulish/Solar Powered Perks) are practically immune to all radiation, and maybe that perhaps they learn this when they step in apprehensively into the Glowing Sea with them and notice they don't need a rad suit or anything to fight those rads? (Thank you for what you do!!)

》It's such a big flex out in the wasteland. Imagine the world's biggest threat not applying to you.

【Cait】 "Ya eat lead too?"

She doesn't believe you until you're walking around the Glowing Sea unfazed. Is she jealous? Yes. Is she going to make that your problem? Not really. Other than demanding chems to get rid of the problem she keeps on going. The faster you are the faster you leave.

【Codsworth】 "Oh! That's new."

You weren't like that before. Not that he's complaining, any advantage you have is fully condoned by him. As long as you're alright he has no issue with it. Besides, he likes the fact he's also not effected by it so he can go with you in these places.

【Curie】 "Marvelous!"

She immediately starts identifying why you are like this and reinforces her body accordingly. She will do further test just to be sure she's right but other than that she won't ask much.

【Danse】 "Good thing I have power armor."

Unlike most synths, his resistance to radiation is nonexistent. He was made to blend in with the masses. But he kept his armor/ got a new armor and there's always rad-away.

【Deacon】 "I can do that too."

He can't, but he hides it very well. You won't see the symptoms of radiation poisoning so whether or not you believe him is up to you. He will complain about the green everywhere though.

【Hancock】 "How come you get to keep your smooth skin? I feel cheated."

It's all in good fun. He knows if he stays in radiation too long he'll go feral but he does like the idea he can tolerate it more than any of your human companions. Might even stick his tongue out at them as you leave with him.

【MacCready】 "You wanna share that superpower with me?"

He's annoyed to put it mildly. Why did you ask him to come out with you to the waking sea? Just wanna show off? He still needs to take rad-away and radX. Next time take someone who can go into radiation no problem. He says all that but will always follow you into the Glowing Sea.

【Nick】 "That's one less thing to worry about."

He constantly worries over your well-being. You need to do so much he doesn't; eat, sleep, and drink to name a few. He decides not to question the development because he doesn't want to jinx it, like if he found out it would be taken away.

【Piper】 "And here I thought vault dwellers would shrivel up and die at the color green."

She laughs at the idea more than she asks questions about why you're like that. She figures you just got tolerate over time on the surface. That being said, she tells Nat and immediately starts a rumor you were some sort of superhero before the bombs.

【Preston】 "I can't imagine what happened that allowed you to do that."

He's relieved, impressed, and tired all at the same time. At some point he just learned you're going to defy every rule he knows and to let it go when that happens. Would it be nice to have your plot convenience? Yes. Will he ever tell you that? No.

【X6-88】 "It is assuring you can handle this endeavor."

He was made to handle the surface, radiation has no effect on him. Not that he would like to test it or spend any unnecessary time in the Glowing Sea.

【Travis Miles】 "You kind of seem impossible. I-I mean that as a good thing."

After everything he's seen of you he can't imagine anything could kill you, radiation included. Still there is a fine line between impressing him and scaring him and you seem to use that line like a God damn jump rope.

[azsazz]

Bloody Knuckles and the Songs of Death

Azriel x Reader

Summary: This lovely piece stemmed from me thinking about how SJM describes Azriel’s voice in the High Lord meeting as “cold death.” It got me thinking that if he’s cold death what if reader is warm death? She is the last hug someone receives before their soul is entrapped in death’s icy snare. She’s the last breath exiting someone’s lungs, the heat of the final exhale passing through their parted lips. She’s the heat of their blood as it spills through split skin and that warm hand cradling their hands as they bleed out.

Reader is everything that Azriel is not. Opposite feelings but equal death in the end.

AKA: Half a rewrite of chapters 43-47 of ACOWAR where reader is now there as part of the Autumn Court, excited to meet Azriel. The other half are my own ideas.

Warnings: Major themes of death, ACOWAR spoilers, blood, gore, mentions of abuse, smut.

Word Count: 1,987

Notes: Sorry about the long summary, but I felt it was necessary to help understand where this came from before reading it. Yes, this will be multiple parts :)

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The Vanserras are late. Undoubtedly and uncaringly late.

You don’t see why it matters, anyway. You certainly aren’t one to concern yourself with matters involved in other courts unless you’re asked. But when Eris had come to you with a request on behalf of the High Lord of the Autumn Court, to tag along to some High Lord’s meeting – the first in nearly three centuries – you could hardly contain the feral grin threatening to carve your face in two.

For you it is a chance to play.

The Vanserra family is silent as you’re escorted through the lavish halls of the Dawn Court.

It’s incredible, what you’ve seen so far, glimpses from the windows of the High Lord’s palace. Your first time to the solar court, and you drink in everything that you can. The cobalt sky tinged by the rosy pinks and creamy oranges, the remnants of sunrise long into the day, the edges of the low hanging clouds gilded with golden light. Dewey freshness lingers in the air, lush with the evocative scents of rain in the countryside, the weight of the summer nearly upon it.

Inhaling deeply, your eyelashes flutter as you listen to the clatter in the meeting room as you approach, your senses nearly overwhelmed by all of the different scents winding together. There’s the one you’re most familiar with, the crisp wind and singed spices of Autumn, but as you part your lips to taste the other aromas in the air, you pick out the subtle tinges of the rival courts: sandalwood and coconut oil from the Summer Court, seawater and clean clothes billowing in the breeze from Day. The overpowering perfume of vanilla that coats your throat thickly followed by the melancholic neutral cold breath that stings your lungs is most definitely the Winter Court.

And of course, the intoxicating night-chilled mist wafting from the Night Court fae, who sit up straighter in their chairs when you enter the room following Beron, his wife, and his sons.

But even sweeter than that, underneath all of the niche and savory odors, is the scent of life.

You see they’ve brought a whole committee, the Night Court. Unsurprising for their High Lord, who always has one of his pets do his bidding for him, not a wrinkle to be had to be put into his pressed suit if he had to help it. Why get all messy when he could have someone do it for him?

You. That is who you are to the Vanserras. Someone to torture and kill for information, just like his spymaster, minus the protective shadows hovering over his shoulders like warped darkness that follows you around at night, always watching and always listening.

The difference is…is that you love death.

You are death…in a way.

Just like him, who sits next to the cocksure commander of armies, behind his Lord and–Lady, you now realize as you catch sight of their clasped hands, the gleaming ring settled snugly around Feyre’s left ring finger, a matching one on Rhysand’s. 

Your gaze travels across them in an instant, and theirs over you. There’s a shift as they assess you, in line with Eris, following closely behind Beron and Amaretto. Perhaps they think you’re Eris’ mate. That would surely be something, you think. You can practically see the gears grinding in their minds as they scramble to figure out who you are, and you know it’s because no one has ever seen you before, Beron wouldn’t ever let someone close enough to recognize you. 

You recognize the familiar glazed look they get over their eyes when they speak into each other’s minds, and then there’s a caress of claws inside of your head, gentle at first, but a slash when it’s met with nothing but resistance, your walls reinforced over years of practice. It’s a warning, a scare tactic, but you are anything but intimidated by the Night Court High Lord and his comrades. 

You commit everything to memory in the quick once over you give, eyes eager to settle back upon the shadowisnger. The jeweled crown upon Feyre’s head, the female behind her with the near-matching facial structure. Lovely Mor is here, too, going stock still as her chocolatey gaze locks on Eris before she’s looking anywhere but.

Your mouth twitches into a wry smirk that the spymaster immediately zeroes in on, clenching his hands where they’re settled on his knees, his gaze fiery and his siphons flickering.

Azriel, the male who separates souls from bodies without so much as a grimace, a blink, a quiver to his perfectly straight lips.

He is breathtaking in more ways than one. The sharpness of his golden gaze as he glares at you from his seat, like he’s ready to wreak death upon you with those large, icy, massacred hands just itching to wrap around your warm throat, watch the light drain from your pretty eyes, the color empty from your lips, face, your body going slack in his grasp.

His wings. They look how you’d imagine an angel’s would, if they had betrayed the Mother and had been touched by flame, the delicate and purely white feathers singed and burnt from the skin and bones beneath, much like the pink and puckered scars adorning his fingers to his wrists.

The Reaper.

The Taker of Death.

But you are the Bringer of Death. The warmth of it all. The last hug one receives before the Reaper swoops their soul into his icy snare. You are the last breath exiting one’s lungs, the heat of that final exhale plating their parted lips. You’re the swelter of their blood as it spills through split skin and the burning one feels in their heart when they realize they’re in love and that searing in their stomachs when they feel sick.

You are everything that he is not. Opposites in feeling but equals in the end.

To you, death is a beautiful thing. Intriguing, evoking, fascinating. 

To Azriel, death is anything but. A finite solution to seek information. Routine and cold and inevitable and lonely.

The violence simmering off of the Night Court party as you enter through the archway is not new, their harsh stares a reminder that you need to be alert, on your game, not itching with intrigue about the male you’d heard so much about.

Autumn Court’s presence alone is enough to make the Peregryns feathers ruffle, the remaining sons sneering at the Court with the most strained ties. The Vanserra offspring are a rowdy bunch, you’ve known that for centuries, have often been on the other side of the leer Pyrolas sends to Cresseida, earning a flash of teeth in warning from Varian.

Beron doesn’t bother to check them. Perhaps he likes having most of the other courts dislike him, letting his kin do as they please like half-wild beasts.

But Eris cares, a sweet soul trapped in a tainted family, of that you know. He is the one you prefer, the most emotionally intelligent, even if only in private. Your best friend, the one you’d run to after a long day of working for his father, someone who understands and you trust with any secret, with your life.

“Enough,” Eris murmurs and his younger brothers finally fall into line. All three of them; Pyrolas, Oakland, and Foxe.

Beron stops halfway across the room, hands folded before him. Even from where you’re positioned behind you know that he’s scowling at the Night Court attendees like they’re a pack of mongrels.

He is the oldest here, and the most awful, something that you and all of the other Courts can agree on.

Rhysand greets the Vanserras smoothly, eyes drifting over you as if you aren’t even there, though you know that he’s seen a lot with that fluttering glance. His power is heavy in the air, a silent rumble that serves as a reminder of the magic coursing through his veins.

As if he’d ever let anyone forget it.

“It’s no surprise that you’re tardy, given that your own sons were too slow to catch my mate. I suppose it runs in the family.”

Beron’s lips curl slightly as he looks her over, at the onyx clad crown settled upon her head.

“Mate–and High Lady.”

You had to give it to Feyre. You’ve seen many balk from Beron’s hot stare more times than you can count, but she looks everything that Rhysand has just said, High Lady, as she sits in her chair as if she’s the one running all of the overinflated egos in the room, spine straight, chin high, and face neutral in the same way that Azriel’s is.

She turns her gaze to each of Beron’s sons. Eris smiles, amused and aloof before Feyre’s sharp gray eyes flicker to you.

If Eris is smiling, you’re practically glowing, eager to see where this meeting will go, if you’ll get to play or not. Your power thrums beneath your skin, a fervent buzz begging to be unleashed.

The red siphon-clad warrior watches Eris like a hawk studying its next meal. Eris deigns a glance at the Illyrian general and inclines his head in invitation, subtly patting his stomach. Ready for round two.

You stifle the urge to roll your eyes at your friend. He’d told you all about what had happened on that ice when he and his brothers were chasing the female they hadn’t known was the High Lady of the Night Court, animatedly telling you of the battle you wished you’d been there to witness, and grumbling through the parts of the story when the Illyrian had landed a hit on him as you dabbed at his wounds with a healing salve.

You’d even been there to hold him when he whispered so softly about his youngest brother that you were half sure he was delusional from blood loss or that you hadn’t even heard.

You cringe when Eris’ attention shifts to Mor, knowing all about what transpired between the two centuries ago. His caramel gaze sweeps over her with a disdain that makes Feyre’s eyes narrow in anger.

The blonde only stares blankly at him. Bored.

You bite back the twitch of your lips and notice Viviane doing the same.

So more than just a few of you know what had been done.

Azriel sits so still in his chair you aren’t sure the stone-faced male is even breathing as you sit in your chair to Eris’ left, settling into the plush cushion that faces the Night Court members.

Thesean, your Dawn Court host, begins. “Rhysand, you have called this meeting. Pushed us to gather sooner than we intended. Now would be the time to explain what is so urgent.”

Rhysand takes his time, blinking slowly before he responds, “Surely the invading armies landing on our shores explain enough.”

“So you have called us to do what, exactly?” Helion challenges, bracing his forearms on his muscled, gleaming thighs. “Raise a unified army?”

“Among other things,” Rhys says mildly, in a way that irks you. If he has such pressing matters then why isn’t he getting to the point? “We–”

His words falter as power crackles through the chamber. Everyone falls silent and the scent of spring prickles your nostrils, evading your senses as it sweeps through the room on a pollen-filled gust. Something about it is too sweet, too flowery, too potent, nearly choking you as the beast himself prowls in through the doors, later than your court had been.

Tamlin.

He enters the room alone, like a crack of lightning, winnowing into the chamber, gaze directed at Feyre, smiling like a wolf.

You and Eris share a glance, his face impassive, cool, but you catch the amusement glittering in his copper gaze, the slight curve of his mouth as the air drains from the room and the shields surrounding every High Lord and their courtiers locks into place.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Honestly? All your evidence against Ruin is very very true, very very sus, and very very convenient for him.

I think the only reason why I want him to be innocent to some degree (either revealed he's still being controlled and not that just being him) is I don't want Moon's paranoia to be validated. That is literally it. If Moon is right to be suspicious, that he was right in doing everything he did with Ruin-

I just really really do not want that paranoia to be justified. That is literally it.

All your evidence is probably right though, Ruin, please be a better actor you have gained the ability to be subtle but that is really not helping you.

The thing is that, Moon feels he was disproven in his paranoia and that he decided to give Ruin leniency.

Which is why Ruin was able to get away from Moon, and ask for dimensional travel.

I have a feeling Ruin put a lot of things in place to assure that he would infiltrate Sun and Moon near perfectly.

Considering the latest MAFS episode (which I feel is very important considering how Daycare Attendant centric it is)

"Cured" Ruin and Bloodmoon have not met up yet.

And I have a feeling they will very soon. And Bloodmoon was built with the sole purpose of being Ruin's minion. And Bloodmoon hasn't outgrown that purpose. Right now, Bloodmoon has no directive, and is taking orders from Stitchwraith, but once his maker comes back into the table, I feel all bets are off the table.

Also, lets rewind for a bit... What if Moon's earlier paranoia about Ruin is proven true...

THAT would have MASSIVE benefits that we aren't even thinking about. Like at this point, Moon's paranoia proven right would just help them rather then help them.

They'll trust Eclipse

Eclipse will be taken more seriously and less like a madman or feral child that Moon needs to manage.

Eclipse will get to be something else other then a villain or just an inconvenience for once.

THIS WILL NOT HELP MOON'S EGO AT ALL. For those who think Moon would gloat like "ha! I was right!" I don't think it'll be like that. HE'D FEEL BETRAYED and utterly devastated. It's one thing to be suspicious of someone. But to have those suspicions disproven and not being proven and put your trust into them despite all that and then the evil villain you've built in your head (Eclipse) turned out to be right the whole time and you fucked it all up by not listening to the untrustworthy one.

Remember Eclipsev3 was crying when he was captured because he knew it wouldn't matter what he said, no one would ever trust his word against Ruins? Eclipse would be given trust for the first time ever....

And you know what. AFTER ALL THIS TIME. SUN AND MOON DO NOT KNOW ECLIPSE'S BACKSTORY. As far as Sun and Moon know, Eclipse was a killcode that became sentient and started evil shit for no reason. I hope this will open the door for that conversation to be had.

Not to Mention, Evil Sun today told Moon that he should actually LISTEN to Eclipse. Cause if he doesn't, it just means that this universe will die faster.

I am also surprised that none of the characters call Ruin out specifically for lying. As I have caught him lying several times and none of the characters seem to be wise to it.

Eclipse when he was threatening Ruin did not even think to bring up the Magical Barrier he has encountered twice now. He didn't think to bring up how he was made from Arcade machines either.

All Eclipse thought about was his rage, but if he defused Ruin with logic, he could have easily caught him, other then just going "BUT YOU DID IT! WAH"

Ruin contradicts and changes his story so many times in the span of a few seconds and it has been proven in his Interrogation under the Virus he is a chronic lair. Lie detectors don't work. You have to catch him verbally in a contradiction. Which he has Spouted MANY.

So I always hoped that Moon, Solar or Eclipse would point out these purposeful contradictions but No characters do.

RUIN LEGIT SAID ALOUD "I don't know magic."

Okay. Then he said way earlier: "I constructed this magical barrier to trap you"

....... Okay. YOu can copy a spell, but even COPYING a spell itself is KNOWING magic. The mana has to come from SOMEWHERE. He's not pulling it out of his ass!

Eclipse NOR Moon called this out.

Ruin knows that NewMoon is not as experienced in Magic as OldMoon was. (WHICH MOON ADMITS) and Ruin is taking advantage of that.

Not to mention Eclipse’s magic circle is just an exact copy of Old Moon’s magic circle and wasn’t made by someone knowledgeable in magic.

Ruin being scared of Eclipse almost everytime he encounters him is interesting.

BECAUSE HE IS LEGIT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS. ALMOST LIKE HE'S OVERSELLING HIM.

One moment, Ruin will cower over Eclipse and act traumatized by him, but then he talks about plans about making Star-Powered type Nukes (LEGIT. HE DID.) and then gloat over Eclipse...

Not to mention, Eclipse had never tortured Ruin. He threatened him, sure, but he never physically harmed him. He left before he could do so. But Ruin told Moon and Sun that Eclipse physically tortured him for a long time... BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE. Because Eclipse just threatened torture and the moment Ruin mentioned the Creator, Eclipse went off chasing that wild goose.

So the question comes down to motive... Why do all this with Eclipse.

Well, to accelerate the Death of the Universe. Not just ours.

The Tsams universe is not the main universe. But it's a pillar universe. Meaning if it goes down it takes a few others down with it.

RUIN WANTS TO DESTROY MULTIPLE DIMENTIONS.

Why????

Where did Ruin come from?

What is his dimension?

He has a virus in him that makes him subservient to the Creator in his home world. (if not a little unhinged and bound for destruction and amplifying the violent parts of his personality)

What did the Creator of that dimension want?

He wanted to accelerate the death of the universe by star power so he could study it.

........well.

He already did that with his own dimension.

The creator needs more control samples for multiple dimensions rotting.

And why the hell does the Creator have a cure for the Ruin virus when it's beneficial to him in the long term?

Even Sun said he grabbed something he "thought" was a Cure, and Moon seemed unsure if it was a cure in the first place too.

All Ruin said it did was "cure the fog" from his head. Which makes me think that he's less focused on playing games... (like the Monty of Ruin's dimension thought he was a freakshow) so I think that Ruin is just more focused in long term goals... Also I think his goal was always to pretend to be cured. Looking back in how he acted and what he did when he took over last Halloween.

Ruin, He already knew Bloodmoon was rebelling against him. The protocols he put in bloodmoon to be obedient weren't working how he intended. So he made Eclipse with STRICTER protocols to not make the same mistake and to cause chaos among the Sun and Moon duo.

Eclipse is a distraction so that he can RUIN everything.

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

Lee HC’s! (In order of appearance bc the image-uploading is being weird- sorry for the shit formatting!)

Lee!Sun:

First of all, we shall list what kind of lee he is; Easily flustered.

Sunny obviously wheezes, but he wheezes the most if his rays are being targeted.

Sunny cannot say the t-word for the life of him when he’s in a lee!mood, but can easily say it when actual tkls aren’t involved. Worst spot is his wrists, lightly tracing his wrist will kill the poor guy- (but he will be very happy despite his whines of protest.)

Whenever Earth goes to play with his rays, the reason he always sounds so startled, is because he’s trying not to laugh.

Sun is less of a wriggler, and more of a bargainer, opting to try and talk his way out of being wrecked instead of actually trying to escape.

Lee!Moon:

Moon is the kind of lee who insists they’re not ticklish somewhere, only for it to be like- one of their worst spots.

Speaking of worst spots, His knees. His knees, are just death. He is rendered helpless the second you go for his knees.

Moon is more of a ler than a lee usually, but will very embarrassedly ask Sun, Earth, Or Solar for tkls when he’s in a lee!mood, he would go to Lunar only if he needs the kind of tkls that completely fry your brain, like if he’s overthinking about his past self or something similar.

Definitely more of a wriggler than Sun- he will fight for his LIFE (even if he’s the one who asked for tkls.)

Inspired by a certain fic, (You know who you are /pos) A good way to comfort or calm him is light tkls on the hand, typically Sun or Earth does this, but Solar has been allowed to do so a couple times.

Lee!Earth:

Probably the most open lee of the group- like, she can directly ask for tkls without using any code words or substitutes, even in a really bad Lee!mood- (the others envy her bravery)

Worst spot is her hips, but a close second is the back of her neck, under her mountain of hair.

Will go to anyone she trusts for tkls, but mainly opts to ask Monty, Sun, Moon, Lunar and Solar, as she’s closest with them.

Has thought about asking Moon or Solar to add a cropped turtleneck to her list of outfits, but is a little hesitant. (not too cropped, like- right where the ribs end.)

Very fond of tkls in general, as it’s a very good way to strengthen bonds with those you love. Lee!Lunar:

One of the worst wrigglers of the entire celestial family, no matter what-

Has difficulty saying the t-word when in a lee!mood, but it’s not impossible for him.

Has very likely been the Guinea pig for Gemini (Castor and Pollux) when they were curious about tkls, Pollux was probably the one to bring it up. (Before all uh. The recent happenings, of course.)

Worst spot is probably his tummy, (wow so creative/j) but a very close second is the joints of his arms.

Super feather-sensitive because I say so.

Cheer up tkls are his kryptonite, but they don’t Always work-

Has been tkld by Jack before, because he made the mistake of mentioning the word while Jack was nearby- (wasn’t as bad as he expected, kinda fun actually.) Lee!Blood-Twins:

More Ler’s than Lee’s, but The less crazy one, (I personally call this one HarvestMoon/Harvest) typically has more lee!moods than the more feral one (Normal ol BloodMoon)

Now these two, THEY are THE WORST wrigglers in the celestial family, with Lunar being a very, VERY close second.

They will bite and claw whoever is tklng them, no matter who it is- they will cause damage- it is inevitable- you’re signing your death certificate if you try to get them-

Like Sun, they CANNOT say the T-word, but like. Ever- it doesn’t matter what context the situation has, they’re going to substitute the word- the t-word hurts their pride and ego, and they refuse to let that happen. If they do actually say the t-word, it is very much an accident that they will recall whenever they try to sleep- and curl up into a flustered little ball of growls.

They pretend to hate tkls, but due to how rare it is that they get any kind of positive touch, they absolutely secretly adore it.

Obviously their worst spot is the left underarm, where that weak point is, (THAT CANONICALLY IS TKLISH‼️) but a close second is their tummy, because of how doglike they act sometimes.

Playing off the last one, yes. Yes they kick like a puppy when someone tkls their tummy. It is incredibly embarrassing for them, though, as they cannot control it, and will very likely growl the whole time-

They do indeed have a “sweet spot” like a dog, but I’m just gonna let y’all try and guess where it is <3 (I’m evil I know.). Lee!Eclipse:

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Literally the biggest goddamn lee of the celestial family it’s not even funny.

He is a walking death-spot, but his absolute worst spot is most definitely the middle of his back, he goes LIMP immediately.

Ridiculously touch-starved, so he’s very likely to just melt into any tkls he’s given. (Sometimes even if the intent is malicious-)

Like Sun, he wheezes, but (because I say so) he will occasionally let out a catlike giggle or squeak, which he’s very flustered by.

HE CANNOT EVEN USE SUBSTITUTES FOR THE T-WORD. He just has to hint around without mentioning anything even slightly similar to the dreaded t-word and pray that whoever he’s trying to get tkls from catches his drift.

He’s the most likely to get clingy if he’s been thoroughly wrecked, it doesn’t matter who did it, he’s gonna cling to them and refuse to let go- such a pathetic wet cat of a man. Lee!Solar:

Yeah, like Earth, he’s also a pretty calm lee (not open about it though-)

Solar can say the t-word, without substitutes, no matter what, and it’s VERY RARE for him to use a substitute.

Actually quite fond of “go the fuck to sleep/take a break” tkls. (Sometimes purposefully stays up too late working on something to provoke the others (Mainly Moon and Spaniard (the computer) into tklng him-)

Not much of a wriggler or a bargainer, but definitely a whiner- he will protest so damn much despite visibly enjoying the tkls.

Solar’s worst spot is like, right above his hips. He will definitely hiccup if you go for that.

Lee!KC:

Used to be more of a ler before he went all hippy mode (/pos) but now leans more towards being a lee.

Like Moon, his worst spot is his knees, but back when he had his mindscape form, it was definitely his paws- 100%. (Yes KC used to have paws, I’m still reeling myself in after nearly a year.)

more of a soft giggler, with very few loud noises like squeals or shrieks.

He can say the t-word sometimes, but usually has to use substitutes. Lee!ForkFace:

One of the more ler-learning members of the group, but definitely still has lee!moods.

whenever Forky decides to have their rays, that’s usually how you can tell they’re in a lee!mood, as their rays are quite tklish but not as much as Sun’s or any of the other ray-possessors.

Has the quietest giggles of the whole group, mainly because they rarely talk- but definitely has moments when they go from quiet, rapid breathing to simulate giggling, to a sudden screech-

Oddly enough, their worst spot is their lower-arm, a close second would be their neck.

a little more embarrassed about tkls than you’d think, especially because it’s more difficult to ask for them when they don’t feel like talking.

Earth and Foxy are the people they mainly go to for tkls, Earth is the one who taught them what it is, actually! Lee!JackOMoon:

Puppy brained little goober who barely understands the concept of tkls, had to research it one day because he mistook Solar wrecking Lunar (for calling him a twink) as violence, and tried to mutilate Solar-

Doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels an urge to be tkld, but usually goes to Solar, Lunar or surprisingly ForkFace to ask about it.

Can say the t-word in any context, as he doesn’t really understand anything that he feels when in a lee!mood.

Has tried to tkl himself, was very confused when it didn’t cause the same sensation as when someone else does.

Like BloodMoon (and Harvest,) Jack’s puppy brain causes him to kick when someone gets his tummy.

The second boldest lee of the group, right behind Earth, as he can’t feel embarrassment (not yet anyway- the day he gains embarrassment, he will be in the same boat as Eclipse in terms of asking for tkls-). Lee!Ruin:

3rd most open lee of the group, very capable of just asking for tkls without substitutes.

Despite being able to say the t-word, he will definitely Hesitate to ask for tkls- he’s very self conscious the poor lad.

Ruin is more of a “go limp and whine” kind of lee, but doesn’t deny that he likes tkls.

if he’s unable to bring himself to ask for tkls, he will pout and whine like a toddler until someone catches on.

Like Eclipse, he’s a walking deathspot- AND THIS IS BY CHOICE, HE BUILT HIS OWN BODY, HE WIRED HIS SENSORS THIS WAY. (The others love to tease him about that, and the friendly teasing always just makes him super happy and feel like he’s not a burden or out of place <3) (I’ll add ler HC’s later- rn I have writers block💀 edit: nvm no I won’t I have too many non-tk-community friends and I’m terrified of making them hate me bc of how stereotyped the community is

[themoonstarwarrior]

Well, I haven't seen the episode yet, but since it sounds like BloodMoon is refusing to be saved, imma go ahead and share the idea I mentioned to @twinanimatronics about how Sun could've possibly reached them.

Obviously BloodMoon wont sit still and listen so this scenario has Sun use star power to trap BM just like old moon did to him with Moon on standby to come in once the 5 minutes are up.

Basically, Sun asks them WHY they kill and hurt people and BM brings up the main three reasons: they enjoy it, they dont want to be a tool, and they hunger. Since literally none of the protags have actually asked, Sun would be surprised that theres more than the first reason and interrogate to get to the bottom of it. Cuz what Sun realizes is that BloodMoon doesnt have any deeper motives or desires because of their eternal hunger. Their ENTIRE existence has circled around violence to satisfy their hunger. They get used to satisfy their hunger. They enjoy the rip and tear because it stops the hunger.

They have always been a tool to the hunger.

So Sun offers the one thing that no one has: what if they get rid of the hunger?

BM is confused cuz all they've ever known is the hunger, and Sun has to dig the point home by explaining how they can keep killing but it'll come back, and probably stronger. They could kill everyone and everything but then the hunger will come back. And the only thing thatll be left to kill is each other.

And THAT freaks them out, because that is the only thing BloodMoon stands to lose is the brotherhood. (And while BM1 would probably race about lies and trickery, BM2 cant deny the logic)

So with BM actually realizing how their hunger endangers them, and Moon at this point just WAITING to finish them off, Sun lays down the ultimatum. Since no change of heart can happen if all they've ever known is hunger, Sun/Moon/Solar can try and remove it to and see if the twins can be rehabilitated, otherwise Moon ends them then and there.

And I love this idea so much!!! It addresses the REAL block that BM has that hasnt been brought up since that one episode where they kill the anime girl. We get to keep BloodMoon, since the creators went to the trouble of bringing them back and giving them a new model so it'd be a lil annoying if they just ended up killed again. It acknowledges how much BM has been used and brushed aside while admitting that there hasnt been much else to them. And you could have a whole rehabilitation arc, with everyone healing and BM given a real change and actual honesty, since god knows no one is gonna be mincing words. And I imagine their blood-hunger being removed ends up like the Ruin Virus a bit, where getting rid of it cuts down a LOT of the more sadistic urges. So the boys get a mostly-tamed but still-pretty-fucking-insane BloodMoon Twins that basically is just the feral crazy guy that hangs around Animal from Muppets lol and idk stays with Monty cuz hes more easygoing on the violent habits and they need to NOT be anywhere near the daycare.

And maybe I'll watch the episode and be alright with it, but it just sucks cuz this would work SO GOOD and I know the showrunners wouldn't do it. So now I've had to make this fucking long ass post and y'all hafta deal with it.

And maybe someday I'll write a drabble this and the other SAMS scenes I've imagined...

So yeah, sorry about the rambling and shit. I hate how emotionally involved I get with this show that I love. And I'll go ahead and tag @garbagechocolate out of obligation X)

[lilypadlys]

Eclipse and Blood Bending Rain Thoughts

In honor of the eclipse. Blame @sentientgolfball for inspiring this (lovingly of course)

Dew knows better. He’d experienced a partial eclipse during his water ghoul days. He knows what the moon eclipsing the sun does to those so closely tied to the moon.

As it turns out, he doesn’t care.

When the ghouls head out to the lawn to watch the eclipse, Dew sticks close to Rain. Playfully hip checking him as they walk. Pulling the water ghoul into his lap when he picks a spot on their picnic blanket. Nuzzling at his neck.

Rain is just about to ask what’s gotten into him when excited voices from ghouls and siblings alike announce the eclipse is approaching. Instead they don their solar glasses and settle back to watch the show.

Rain is completely enraptured. And completely unaware. Dew watches the sky and Rain with equal interest.

Finally, the sky begins to darken. As the sun becomes more and more obscured, shadows fade. Rain squirms in Dew’s lap. Dew grins. Finally the sun is fully covered except the ring of light managing to reach out from behind. Rain goes stiff.

Dew lays flat on the blanket as Rain rolls over to straddle him. Both their glasses fall off with the motion and Dew can see that Rain’s pupils are blown. A feral growl starts low in his chest as he plants his hands on either side of Dew’s head.

If he wasn't so occupied, Dew would see the various other water ghouls across the lawn acting similarly. Mist and Sunny are but a tangle of limbs, tails, and obscene noises; clothes since abandoned. Other ghouls and siblings make out with equally horny water ghouls.

Dew only has eyes for Rain though. He raises a hand to caress Rain’s cheek but without warning, or his control, his arm slams back down to the grass. Rain has barely moved a finger and all of Dew’s limbs feel limp. Rain gives a shark-like smile; all teeth.

“You weren't thinking about running away, were you?”

Even if he could, Dew wouldn’t dream of it.

“I would never run from you.”

Rain dips his head and kisses Dew deeply. It's filthy; full of teeth and tongue. Dew’s left a little dazed when Rain pulls back.

“You knew about this didn’t you?”

“And what if I did?”

“You got yourself into this.” Rain shrugs, pausing to see if Dew protests. When all he gets is Dew raising a brow as if to say “well get on with it” he flips the fire ghoul over onto his front and starts tugging at his sweats.

[fillipquesender]

The first time Solar ever met cosmos' sun was that he wad just trying to ask cosmos a question and since he wasn't in the theatre he just assumed he was in the fazcade

He goes to the fazcade

He sees cosmos but he doesn't have his hat on

Boom first time meeting cosmos' sun

Uhh I'll try to write the interaction who knows maybe it will turn into a oneshot kinda thing whatever its called

Okay fuck it i'm turning it into a small thing beware its probably going to be really horrible I haven't written a fic in years so bare with me

OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS SO HARD TO START OFF AUDGSGSGSG YES I'M WRITING MY THOUGHTS ONTO THIS YOUA RE GOING TO SEE WHAT I'M STRUGGLING THROUGH

Solar was relaxing in the daycare theatre when a thought came to mind; He had never asked if Cosmos was up to peform for the show later in the day, since the past few days he was acting off.

After standing up with a sigh, Solar walks over to where Cosmos normally was, being at the huge stage in the theatre (i can't remmeber what its called)

"Cosmos?" He calls out, yet there was no reply.

The only other place he could really think of the other being would be the fazcade, despite having not been there for a while after being allowed to peform.

After a long walk (or short, can't remember), Solar eventually reached the fazcade. Just as he expected, the cosmic-themed animatronic was there, but his hat was off, exposing the rest of his rays.

'Cosmos' suddenly turns around, making Solar feel suspicious once he saw that both of the other eyes were blue, rather than one being red.

"Oh, hi! You're the one Ecl- Cosmos is always talking about, right? Solar, is it?" 'Cosmos' chirped, a small grin on his face.

"Uh- Who are you-?" The solar animatronic questioned, not letting his guard down.

"Oh I'm Sun! Well, the sun from cosmos' dimension, that is. Its a lot of explaining that I'll leave for Cosmos. Nice meeting you though, now if you don't mind, I've got to get back to fixing the accidental damage he caused when trying to fix these arcades."

Okay I'm not writimg anymore of this, this is all you're getting out of me

Also fun fact, cosmos' sun is the more technical wise one out of his sun and moon in this au :D

Moon is just a feral animal, basically just canonical/non tsams moon with the virus

I accidentally made cosmos' sun just act like cosmos. Oh well. Making it canon that when his sun is focusing on something he acts like cosmos

[alexandraisyes]

How all Reset AU characters would react if someone hugged them?

You people just love to fucking torture me. Alright but not all of these are pleasant answers 😔

Primary Dimension

Sun: Cringe away from you and awkwardly pat your head

Nexus: He loves hugs, he wish he got more of them

Solar: Cutely divert it and just pat your head

Earth: Also loves hugs. And great hugger

Monty: Let's. . . not do that

Foxy: Be careful of the hook! But he'll gladly ruffle yer hair

Puppet: She's not super affectionate to strangers so just this once.

Finley (FC): Of course, you can hug him!

OG Bloodmoon: I'm sorry did you want that hand?

Moon: He's gonna sidestep you bro

Vanth (OG Lunar): Make it quick

Lulu/Lunar (OC): He'll let you hug him! He's very huggable!

OG Eclipse: I really hope you're okay with broken fingers

Chips/Eclipse (OC): No. Don't touch him for both of your sakes

Killcode: Maybe. He might also eat you. Do you wanna risk that

Solar Flare: No thank you. (in the most monotone voice ever)

Ruin: He might steal your wallet but if you're willing to take that risk

Sunny (Solar's Sun): That's a corpse

Angel (Solar's Sun - Reset): Sure, just don't squeeze too hard

Crescent (Solar's Moon - Reset): He only lets his mates touch him

Blood: He'll bite you for trying

Harvest: He will give you a second bite for trying

Jack: He will happily hug you back! Just be warned he doesn't always know his grip strength. . .

Ilo/Milo: They only really like KC

Spaniard: He doesn't like anyone and you're just hugging a computer

Secondary (Lord Eclipse) Dimension

Kronos (Lord Eclipse): Die.

Crius (Servant Sun): He'll take a hug gladly!

Helios (Dark Sun): He's gonna turn you around and point you in the direction of anyone else do not touch him pls and thank you

Styx (Lord Lunar): I wouldn't do it around Moros, but he'll take a hug

Moros (Servant Eclipse): That's a good way to get a knife in the throat

Gaia (Evil Earth): She'd love a hug! The villagers are always giving her hugs!

Icarus (Star-Holder Freddy): He's less confident about it, but he'll accept a hug

Eos (Lonely Sun): He'll also accept a hug!

Khonsu (Feral Moon): Why are you even in the same room as this thing get out of there bro before you become Moon food

Nyx (Evil Lunar): He'll laugh and break your spine if you try so let's not

Sobek (Evil Monty): Don't.

Ammit (Mage Monty): If you want to you can! But scales aren't a very pleasant texture to some people

Brock (Local Monty): He's not big on physical contact. By the way, have you seen his guitar anywhere?

Bloom (Moon and Vanth Merged): Mmm maybe ask on a different day

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