#supple and flexible post

[velvetbeeez]

𝒜 𝒲𝑎n𝑑 ℬr𝑒a𝑘d𝑜w𝑛...

seventeen, slytherin, sacrosanct

. . . ౨ৎ

A wand to a witch is equivalent to a companion, a friend, a confider, the sole witness to one’s darkest’s sins, a mirror to the soul’s heart…

moonlit whispering flames call upon me with all it’s ardour…It has fangs akin to a snake, but less poisonous more deadly…

a winter wood, coarse as a dawn’s sigh

with veins like paths where the stars go to die...

(ps: the veins are more silver and the tip has a little green in it)

12¾", Black Walnut wood, Thestral tail hair core, Supple flexibility.

Elegantly veined with silver, tipped with a shimmering black opal

A black walnut wand is more than ideal for sophisticated, highly intelligent witches who possess but a strong sense of truth that lies inside of their souls. Elegant, introspective. It demands a master with a clear as a july sky purpose in life. An extremely ambitious and complex witch. These witches who yield a wand made of black walnut wood are not easily deceived. Keep that in mind before you attempt a prank on them. They also hold grudges.

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The core is of thestral tail hair. It is rare and powerful indeed, the witch whom this core chooses has been bestowed upon with a deep understanding of death and darkeness, (and trauma) melancholy is her mate, sombreness her shadow…this core produces magic which is highly misunderstood, just like it’s wielder.

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length being 12 ¾ inches reflects like an ever flowing river a bold and commanding personality, a natural talent for magic and an otherworldly uniqueness.

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the wand’s flexibility is supple, fluid, flexible yet not weak.

ℰ 𝐱t𝐫a a𝐜c𝐞s𝐬o𝐫i𝐞s i𝐧c𝐥u𝐝e ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

Fine silver veining along the handle. Symbolizes a graceful elegant nature. A deep intuition, connection to the moon, deep ambition and clarity.

A tiny black opal crystal embedded in the end. Linked with mystery and a secret spiritual magic of sorts. It shimmers with deep colors in the dark.

the wand’s humming. It hums, lowly, elegantly in my hand, something only i am privy to. It responds to my emotional energy and dare i say feeds off it to become powerful.

Not an additional feature of the wand itself, but the carrying case is a custom velvet lines case made of deep emerald and silver leather. It has been enchanted to only open at one touch of mine.

ib: @chaaistained's this post

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

irresistible, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook provokes you into fucking him. Just not before you finger-fuck his mouth in the middle of a kitchen that belongs to neither of you as a summer party rages outside.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; strangers-to-lovers; JK is a brat until he gets served punishment; intense D/s smut (fem reader, noona kink, spit kink, slight humiliation / degradation kink, choking, hair pulling, scratching / marking, denying him kisses, nipple play, dry humping, m-masturbation, cowgirl, semi-public sex, ball torture); non-idol!BTS – sub!Jungkook x noona, dom!reader

yeah, he has the double lip piercing, I like what I like, shush JK's appearance based on CK campaign and 'SEVEN' promo photos

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now playing – irresistible by fall out boy

“Noona, I heard something very interesting.”

“And what is that?”

“I heard you punish bad boys.”

“Your point being?”

“Well, I can be a bad boy.”

“Hm, you are not going to provoke me into fucking you.”

“Do you wanna bet?”

-

He said, “Punish me if you think you can,” and you said, “I don’t need to.”

His eyebrow cocked.

You clarified.

“I will make you want punishment.”

Jeon Jungkook. Honestly, not your type. So handsome he seemed fake. Pretended not to care when he cared too much. Had a habit of taking car selfies with a certain lack of respect to them and spontaneously posting them on Instagram to farm thirst comments. You didn’t know about the last part until earlier this week. It was essential to the process, obtaining background research of the subject.

And now you were alone with him.

In a hotel room.

Sitting in a chair placed in front of the end of the bed, primly crossing your legs, contemplating if you were going to fuck the man in front of you. You studied the details of his face. Striking eyes. Tan skin that looked malleable and supple. You could tell he was wearing lip product. A balm to make them more appealing, glossier, a deeper pink. Mood, texture, color.

He had not one, but two silver lip rings on the right edge of his shapely lips.

Let’s start there.

Your own lips curved into a smirk and you lifted your hand.

Jungkook frowned at you, chiseled jaw and furrowed brows included. He was sitting with his legs partly open, hands laced behind his head like a reckless bad boy, acting as if he needed to be impressed. He had messy black hair past his eyebrows. The strands grazed above his lashes when dry and would cover his vision completely when damp. His prominent collarbones were visible under the low-cut, baggy black t-shirt. Black leather jacket was tossed aside, exposing the stark contrast of his heavily inked right arm and his equally defined bare left arm.

Your right hand raised and you placed your lips between your middle and index finger.

Opened your mouth.

Right away, you could see it.

Jeon Jungkook thought he was a lot of things, or at least tried to portray a certain image, but those big, dark brown eyes betrayed him every time.

Your flexible tongue traced a subtle v-shape between your fingers, almost, almost touching the skin, but not quite. Barely a millimeter away. Close enough to feel the heat of the warm muscle. You saw him pause. Falter. A crack in the glass. Your lashes lowering, expression demure other than your obscene mouth trapped the frame of your fingers. His stare fixated, lips parting, forgetting his confidence in this lewd display of juxtaposition. Lidded gaze, red lips, pink tongue. You licked the air between you and him, come hither.

His hands were falling, falling, slowly drifting down his sides.

“What…?”

His voice was a little too tight, a little too interested for someone trying to play it cool.

“W… What a-are you doing?” he breathed out.

You didn’t reply.

You just moved your fingers. Tucked down your index and pinky finger. Pressed the ring and middle side by side. Then your tongue slid out, jaw lowering, and you collected your two joined fingers into your waiting mouth, sliding them into the slick, glossy, perilous dark hole.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, his eyes widening.

You tilted your head, licking around your fingers. Circling around them. Slow. Thrust them in and out, letting the saliva drip down, down, closing your lips around them softly, your red lipstick being ruined, and now there was absolute quiet. Not even breathing. This was now an erotic silent film and you were the star, your eyes barely open but seeing everything, fucking your mouth in front of his face and observing Jungkook’s reaction. His body tense, trying to hide the tremors. His lips parted, trying to mask his staggered exhale. His legs adjusting to bunch up his loose, classic blue jeans, all so the crotch wasn’t pressed right against his body.

You smiled around your fingers, sinister and sly.

Pulled your fingers out of your mouth. Lingering down the right edge of your lips. Your fingernail grazed the full underside of your lower lip, ghosting your skin, down your chin and the curve of your neck, fanning your fingers over your collarbones. Careless smears of red across your skin, fading down to clear gleaming saliva over exposed throat.

Your wanton, sultry sigh invaded the air between you and him.

Jungkook stared at you, mesmerized by the view.

Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation.

“Hurt me,” he whispered.

So easy.

Or perhaps he had no idea that he said it, because he straightened a little, chewing on his lip and abruptly looking away. Silent but you could see how hard he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Shivers subsiding but oh-so-slowly, as if he wanted to savor their departure. Still, he was avoiding your attention. You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a spare tissue, wiping your hand and dabbing off your chin. His head jerked back at your action.

Jungkook frowned.

Disappointed.

Wanted more.

You got up from the chair and stood, looking down at him.

“I am leaving,” you announced.

He flinched as if slapped and then immediately scowled, hiding his startled surprise with veiled annoyance. “What? Why? I haven’t done anything!”

You folded the used tissue absentmindedly as you spoke. “True. And that’s why I’m leaving. You aren’t interested. You are simply trying to use me to get a good story. I wasn’t affected. She’s nothing special. Hmm, I appreciate the consideration,” you added in a dry tone that did not, in fact, appreciate the consideration. “But you can make up whatever story you want as I take my leave. Feel free to get creative. I won’t dispute you.”

Jungkook sprang up from the bed, seemingly seething. “What? No. That’s stupid. I don’t want that. I rented a hotel room just for this. For you. What, you think I’m not good enough for your talent or something like that?”

Pressing his buttons, one by one, was almost too simple.

“Oh, no. I’m sure you’re good at sex,” you hummed calmly.

An uneasy flicker across his face.

“I just think you’re not ready for what I’m about to do to you.”

His expression sharpened. Biting onto the challenge. You faced him as an equal rather than an overbearing presence. For now. You held eye contact as you breathed out. Gave instruction, gently.

“Be honest with me.”

Your hand darted out, hovering under his chin.

Almost, almost touching.

“Place your chin in my hand if you want to be honest with me, Jungkook.”

-

The stench of summer sex.

You drenched yourself in it and when you surfaced, you shook out your hair and went onto the next.

This was the game.

Just like the game you just played, leaving with an open white dress shirt over your red bikini top and tiny black shorts, sauntering away from the bedroom. The man in there needed to come down. Needed to bask in what had just transpired. Maybe simply needed to hide after you had ravaged him. You on top, your chest to his back and your lips whispering in his ear, do you like this, getting fucked with your friends outside, a dirty deviant, aren’t you, your fingernails down his spine, his words ringing in your ears, mark me, harder, please, harder, and yours huskily back, and what if someone accidentally sees these pretty scratches or is that what you want, you want your slutty side to be seen, don’t you, harder, sinking your teeth into the curve of that ass, tasting those hips and those open legs.

Speaking of legs.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows threw sunlight all over yours as you strode down the hallway, casting your black, shapely shadow over the wall. Outside, the pool was occupied with people. Laughing, drinking, playing around. You could hear the splash of water. Watch showering rainbow droplets spray all over the glistening bodies under the scorching sun.

Fun.

You stepped into the kitchen for a quick glass of water before you were about to make your exit. No need to apologize to the host. He knew what you were here for. Well, you were the reason he was currently a sweaty mess. Heh.

And then, Jeon Jungkook, striding into the kitchen to corner you with his silvery voice and sexy body.

“Noona, I heard something very interesting.”

Like you haven’t heard that shit before.

With the lingering taste of desperate kisses on your lips, you told Jeon Jungkook that you would not be provoked into fucking him.

“Do you wanna bet?”

You tilted your head at that. At him and his open white dress shirt exposing his muscular chest and black swim shorts slung low on his hips. At that cut v-line and visible abs. Showing off, but none of it wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before. You paused, stopping your observation on those eyes. Those black-brown irises shivered at your eye contact. Pupils dilating, darkening them. Ah. Alright. You played along.

“Stick out your tongue,” you instructed.

He made a face, and, after some hesitation, stuck out the pink tip of his tongue.

Obedient.

Interesting.

You raised your hand. Placed the pad of your middle finger on the tip of his tongue.

His eyes widened.

“You want it?” you asked him.

Those untainted eyes shimmered, brows furrowing.

You slid your finger down his throat.

“Let me check your gag reflex.”

And you pushed it down, down, down into warm wet tightness with absolutely no change in expression, watching Jungkook’s eyes widen into shock, his lips involuntarily closing around your finger, almost drawing back, but then you began to move, slowly thrusting into his mouth, lifting your other hand that was holding the glass of water so you could drink.

What?

Hydration was important.

A long, slow sip, casually fucking Jungkook’s mouth with your middle finger in the center of a large kitchen that wasn’t yours, in clear view of anyone who might walk in right now. He could jerk back, he could sputter and tell you that you were a freak, but Jungkook simply stood there, frozen, as you drank your water and stared into his eyes and violated him.

Calmly.

Rubbing the pad of your finger on his soft tongue, coating your finger in his spit.

He wasn’t your type. You liked them a little more honest. But maybe it was a front to keep the riff-raff away. Or something else. Hard to tell if worth exploring. You pulled your finger back slowly, tracing his lower lip. You noticed the small mole below, right at the center. Your nail lightly grazed the two silver rings at the right edge of his mouth, his warm breath on your glistening fingertips. He was a close friend of the one you fucked less than ten minutes ago.

Hm.

You handed him your half-full glass of water.

“I’ll get your number and then we shall make the arrangements. Don’t forget to drink water. It’s hot.”

And then you left him there.

-

Now, Jungkook placed his chin in your hand.

You felt the quiver of his breath. The nervousness. The vain attempt to swallow it all down.

“Look at me,” you commanded.

He did. Trying to shadow those large brown eyes with his lashes, hiding behind a raised brow and wayward strands of black hair, but the hard edge in that gaze eroded as your fingers caressed his jawline. Carefully. Softly. Gently stroking his neck, circling around the perimeter of his throat, turning your hand to place the tip of your middle finger on the mole underneath his parted lips, reminding Jungkook of that moment in the kitchen.

Oh.

He was reminded, all right.

He made a noise like a choked moan.

Then Jungkook tried to pull away, his ears bright red with embarrassment, but your wrist twisted. You sank your fingernails into his chin and dragged him back. A pained gasp and his eyes flooded. Shimmers of shame. At his sound? At himself for trying to run? Or at himself for liking it? Maybe all of them.

“I want you,” you murmured.

You could see your words from before haunting his thoughts, adding meaning to your rather simple declaration.

Be honest with me.

“Do you want me?”

I will make you want punishment.

He seemed to have forgotten his own words though, forgotten his doubt and the front he had been putting up all this time, simply letting his unfiltered emotion spill out in a whisper.

“Y-Yes, noona…”

You saw he wanted to say something more, so you waited, loosening your grip.

Stroked his cheek.

Coaxing.

“But… I’m afraid…” he breathed, on the edge of nearly not saying it. “What if I’m worse than all the others you’ve had? What if you hate it? What if you never want me again?” Shivering inhale, nervously licking at his lip piercings. “I want to be good enough. I want you to like me. But if you don’t like how I am as much as I like how you are…”

He closed his eyes, not wanting his own eyes to reveal everything.

“Sometimes I imagine you…”

His hand lifting. Tattooed fingers around your wrist.

“Hurting me, and I feel so good.”

His voice getting smaller, making you silently step forward.

“I thought that was so wrong, but then… I heard you… with them, behind those d-doors…”

You breathed in his exhale, watching his lips move. The desperate need entangled in his tone, eating away at the fear, holding you to him as much as you were holding him to you, and maybe this was wrong, feeling gratified at his unsatisfied desire but so be it, you let it happen, let him drag it out, let him fabricate his own pain, embarrassed and ashamed in his confession.

“It made everything worse, knowing that you could punish someone, and it wasn’t me. It drove me crazy, you flitting into bedrooms and slipping away with others, but not me. I want your venom in me. I need to be good so you’ll want me most. But I don’t have any experience in this kind of stuff… I don’t want it to be anyone but you. All those people and none of them were me, and remembering that over and over again made me act like a dick, and I was, I was addicted to you without you ever touching me, hurting and wanting to hurt. But I need it. I crave to be your carnage.”

His brows furrowed, hesitating.

“But if I told you… you’d think I’m crazy. Wanting you without ever having you. Feeling like I know you when I don’t know anything.”

Yes.

It was crazy.

How wonderful.

You turned your hand and choked him.

-

Inevitable? Maybe.

Ignorable? Of course.

Worth investigating?

Hm.

You flicked through the social media profile of Jeon Jungkook. Hah. You knew of him. Interacted on the shallowest of levels. Hard not to, considering the other profiles linked in his photos. You knew those other faces. Had tasted those lips – and more, heh – like savoring a glass of fine wine on dark nights. Playtime was the agreement, so that was how it stayed. Ah, but you didn’t want to play a silly game with an unskilled player. There was no challenge in that.

What are you hesitating for?

The shadow of your previous conversation dawdled in your mind. Your questions about Jeon Jungkook answered, along with his number obtained.

You could be his maker.

You smiled wryly as you did at the time of that conversation. What am I, a vampire?

An artist, was the reply.

Some people wanted to watch the world burn, but they didn’t want to hold the match. Instead, they handed it to you and dared you to strike it. How strange. How strange that they did not choose to burn themselves. How else could a phoenix be born? There was no rebirth without ashes, no light without dark, no heaven shining above without hell burning below.

Or maybe they simply liked the idea of you ruling this circle of hell called lust.

Hmmm.

You stared at his photos.

“There is art here, waiting.”

You decided to send Jeon Jungkook a text, asking for time and place.

-

His eyes flew open and there was just something so delicious about the shock in them.

You tightened your grip.

Yanked him forward. Just enough power to cause slowed blood flow. There were two types of choking your enjoyed. The first, the kind that applied pressure but no crescents of pain. And, the second, pressure accented with your nails turning inward, digging into soft flesh to mark what was yours. Jungkook received the first.

For now.

“You like pain?” you asked, placid and almost bored.

Black strands framed those sweet chocolate eyes tainted by the darkness of something deviant.

You ticked your head.

The faintest movement that screamed, hurry the fuck up and answer or I will let go.

He immediately started nodding, his chin pinching down to the pocket between your thumb and forefinger. The danger zone but he didn’t know it. And yet, so smooth, your free hand gliding up, sinking your fingers into the tousled waves of his black hair and pulling back. A breathless whimper drifting up towards you, helpless and contentment all that once, drawing a slow smirk from your lips, and you could feel it upon seeing this display of submission. The race of your heartbeat and the shot of adrenaline. Addiction at its finest. The familiar rush flooding your veins as you yanked Jungkook’s head back by his hair and dug your fingernails into his neck.

“O-Oh, fuuuuck…”

His eyelids fluttered. Hard thighs shaking under you, tense hands gripping the edge of the hotel bed, crumpling the duvet with his desperate want. You placed one knee on the bed and continued choking him, controlling the power to the pads of your fingers and less on your fingernails. Oh, you would leave a mark, but you weren’t specifically aiming to make him bleed. Maybe if he asked nicely. Arcing his head back further, lifting the elbow of your choking hand, looking down into those half-lidded, hazy brown eyes.

You smiled.

Then you spat onto his cheek.

Jungkook flinched strongly, not expecting the sudden splat of liquid onto his face, but you held him still, witnessing his full-body shudder and the moan leaking from his tight throat. You unflinchingly took the full brunt of his intense glare. Trying to burn you with indignation that he didn’t feel.

You leaned down.

And licked his face.

Cleaned off your own spit, tasting flesh and anticipation.

Delicious.

“I taste good on you,” you hummed, running your tongue over his jaw.

His breathing was shallowing and it wasn’t from the choking. Low whines creeping out between gasps, more and more pathetic as you licked all over his jaw, trailing kisses, placing one on that mole but missing his lips. Toyed with his earlobe instead, silver hoops cool on your tongue compared to the hotness of his skin. You could feel the tension in his body reaching breaking point, giving you only a few more moments before you needed to let go.

He attempted to weakly plead your name without honorifics.

You instantly released him.

Jungkook sputtered and coughed. Blood rocketed to his brain in an uncontrolled rush, and it nearly blinded him for a moment, his body veering sideways and his arms shooting up, clawing for something to hold, but your black boxy cropped jacket had been taken off already, leaving you in nothing but a black velvet bra top and matching tight miniskirt.

Strong hands grabbed your hips, dragging you down.

You stood firm.

The hand that had held his hair was still outstretched. Jungkook was coughing and blinking hard, disoriented and coasting on the high that was forced release. He could do nothing as you pushed his head back and cupped his cheek, turning his face so you could admire the dug-in crescents marring the side of his neck.

A different kind of moonlight.

This feeling.

The kind of feeling you could only get from destroying something untainted. Something so special about only encountering this once. Or...? There was something about those begging brown eyes struggling to watch you that made you want to question that. An innocence that seemed to linger even though he knew – or guessed he knew – what was coming.

You reached up and stroked a fingernail over the red marks, playing connect-the-pain-dots.

“Spread your legs.”

You said it softly and with a vicious edge.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and he obeyed, moving his knees away from each other.

You chuckled.

“Wider.”

There was a slight frown in the line of his brows but Jungkook did as he was told. Wider. You nudged his knee with yours, still holding his shaking chin with your hand, almost a gentle caress, and you pressed his thigh open until his erection was jammed into the zipper of his jeans. Discomfort shadowed his features, nose wrinkling, but you merely continued to regard him with a faint smile, reaching down with your free hand.

Took his left wrist and placed his own hand over his denim-covered hard-on.

You could see the protest bubbling in those brown orbs.

“Feel that?”

You curled his fingers around the crotch of his pants and molded his fingers to his trapped length.

“That’s how much you want to fuck me.”

It was one thing to say it yourself. Another for the one you were lusting after to point it out and make you feel it, make you stroke yourself through your clothes with their hand over your hand, and now that was Jungkook’s position, you doing just that while staring into his eyes, forcing him to tease himself under your command, only able to view you from the side as you held his head still, his black hair spilling over his cheek and forehead.

“N… Noona…”

You closed your fingers around his and made him grip the seam of his jeans, enclosing the thick fabric around the head of his cock. His shoulders buckled and he moaned, powerful legs threatening to close but you pinned his knee to the bed, driving in the point of pain, daring him to disobey.

You ticked your head.

Moved your thumb to stroke his trembling lower lip.

“What?”

Your tone was serene. Inside the rampant desire was tearing your calm façade apart, arousal and exhilaration building, finally feeling alive in this circumstance.

Those glistening dark eyes shifted, enamored by your power.

“P-Please…”

I will make you want punishment.

You knew. He knew. Those words now embedded in his mind, toying with him, dragging him into his dark fantasies that he couldn’t and didn’t want to share with others. You could see it in this eye contact. Him on his knees, holding the hem of his shirt in his teeth, wanting your tongue on him. Him with his hands above his head, taut inked skin and flexed muscles, exposing his chest to the mercy of your raking fingernails. Him sitting with his legs open, your teeth sinking into his hard thighs, clutching his balls in your grip and pre-cum dripping off the swollen head of his cock, leaking out and dripping, desperate to be buried in your throat.

You held your breath.

Just to heighten the high of what Jungkook was about to say in that silvery, quivering voice of his.

He shuddered.

“Punish me.”

-

“How do I know you won’t back out?”

How cute. Jeon Jungkook had called suddenly and barked this question at you. No hello, no how are you doing. Not even should I bring a snack. Instead, anxiousness hiding behind irate accusation. The I-definitely-don’t-care-but-I-do attitude.

“You don’t know,” you chuckled, letting your words caress his ears. Unintimidated by his fire, allowing it burn closer and surround you. “You just have to trust me.”

You could hear the heaviness of his breath.

“I can’t trust you,” he snapped, slipping into his Busan satoori in his fluster.

And yet you still want to keep me on the line.

“Too scared of the risk?”

And he could hear it in your voice, almost. A suggestion of adoration. On the edge, darling, but it wasn’t there. Only hinted at. You heard him suck in a breath. Tight. Maybe he had never thought of it, that possibility, until right now, until your tone of endearment that may or may not be there, but he couldn’t be sure and that was why he was taking so long to respond.

“I… I’m not scared. I just don’t wanna waste my time.”

“Oh, but I do.”

You hummed, sighing softly into the microphone, listening to Jungkook pause, holding his breath, spellbound by your tone.

“I want to waste my time on you. Spend long minutes with my hands in your hair, chest to chest, layers of clothes between us. Straddle your lap. So close but so far. My lips skimming your jaw, your throat, your collarbones. I want to say anything. I want to feel you. Breathe you. Consume the moment for every delectable bite it is. Press against you. Trap your waist between my thighs and feel you squirm against me. For me. You want it? Ask for it. I’ll deliver.”

He couldn’t see you, but you could feel your smirk widening as you spoke.

“You have my word.”

Waited a beat.

“Jungkook.”

Sweet like a lover, and then you hung up, cutting off the paradise.

Mmmm, you did love edging them.

-

Hovering.

You hovered above him and his shaking lips, his naked chest beneath you, and held his wrists. Not because you needed to hold him down. No, he was too trapped in his role to fight you. Didn’t want to, even. Tightened your grip. Lust rippled over his expression, slipping further into service. You deliberately avoided his hands. Kept your fingers constricted around tattoos and tendons and stared into his eyes. Dark brown irises polluted by the dilution of his pupils.

You breathed in.

Low and slow.

Feasting on the tension.

Lips barely a centimeter from his and those shiny silver lip rings. Close enough to cause the tremble, far enough to deny. Just enough distance for your exhale to be the secondhand smoke he desperately breathed in, already craving that nicotine.

You lowered your lashes.

Slid the middle finger of your left hand down, down his right forearm. Raking a line of hurt over black and color, deep enough to cause real pain but so slow, so slow that it made those round eyes shiver, his head flinching, and maybe it was involuntary or maybe it wasn’t, but you still denied him. The smirk stayed your eyes rather than on your lips, making the moment even more maddening. Frustration flashing in those expressive chocolate orbs, close to begging, but still too proud to break.

He was reaching impatience, so you took action.

You lifted your hand from his arm.

“Art…”

You whispered to those yet-to-be-devoured lips.

“Requires a certain cruelty.”

Then you pressed your palm to his mouth and slashed your fingernails over his bare chest.

Jungkook choked on his own yelp and you snuffed it back into his throat with your fingers clamping down on his cheeks. His hands shot up sharply, and you glared with malice, all five nails perched like a spider on his red, shaking pecs. A second of hesitation, and you let him remember what he said, punish me, the recall of subservience crumbling the surprise in his gaze.

He did not stop you.

You rewarded him with drenched tongue over white-hot pain.

The potent moan radiated from his flesh to your tongue and then into your head. Pierced with lust, with submission, with confusion, for he didn’t understand how it could hurt so much and yet feel so good. You scratched him again, lower, indenting his muscle and reddening the skin, not hiding your veracious fixation of the marred color, hungrily pressing the flat of your tongue onto it so you could feel the carnal elasticity and the heat of inflammation, oh how wonderful, raking your teeth over the tension, your lips smearing past, kissing his body before you even kissed him.

This.

Burning skin on tongue. He tasted clean, almost sweet. As if he prepared for you. You sank your teeth into his side, your fingers splayed out on his collarbones, ah, yes. Wet. His chest was damp from your spit. You sunk your middle finger into the base of his throat and Jungkook was gasping, choking, his trembling hand encircling your wrist but putting no pressure. Whimpers. He very badly wanted to touch you more, but he couldn’t guess how much you would allow and that fear alone heightened his lust. You pressed harder onto that spot between the bone, closing your eyes, letting his cries resonate sweetly in your ears.

This rawness of emotion.

This was beauty incarnate.

You relaxed all pressure on his throat and bit his nipple.

“Ah!”

You wrapped your hand around his neck and gripped harshly as your tongue toyed with the now-hard nub, finally lowering your body onto his clothed lower half. Right between his thighs, not your crotch but with your stomach against his bulging erection, grinding against it as you sucked, flicked, nipping at his nipples while casually and savagely choking him.

Looked up at him.

Condescendingly bored.

His hands scrambled for his neck, pulling at your fingers, but you only held on tighter, pushing the limit, and he was shaking his head, his black hair flying, those large eyes rolling in wild helplessness, glistening pink lips parted but making so sound, his feeble cry pinched in its now bloodless cage.

The silver lip rings gleamed in the light.

You ran your tongue over his chest, over red skin and trembling muscle.

Jungkook was getting harder under you. Throbbing, even in the jeans. You didn’t let go, keeping him in suspension of half-breath and half-death. That was because despite his showy performance of resistance, there was no power in his clawing fingers. The strength was in his hips, in his desperate, fervent rutting against your exposed midriff. You still hadn’t taken off your bra top or miniskirt. You let him keep going. Let him feel the velvet of your covered breasts against his hard, flexed abdomen. Let him thrive in the sensual agony. The rough friction was searing, but you did not move away, even pressing back against him.

His chest was tightening, strained scream rattling in his ribcage, trying to get off in vain, but there was too much fabric and not enough stimulation, aching pleasure fringed by the torturous pain of not enough.

You smiled.

“Don’t say you want it and not mean it,” you said, tone without inflection.

You lessened your grip just barely.

Bleeding oxygen flooding into his brain, and Jungkook moaned weakly, disoriented, his black hair sticking to his face, his lips, his cheeks, sweat and spit and tears, gasping, lashes fluttering, picturesque hands with those lovely fingers fanning out, stroking your inescapable grip on his neck. As if he savored the power locking him down. Needed it.

His silvery voice cracked like brilliant glass shards refracting rainbows as they fell.

“P… hah… Ple… Please, noona…”

There was a perverse satisfaction in watching him break.

“I… m-mean it, I w-want you, please… I can’t t-take this… I wa… want to feel you, please…”

You, too, savored his shattering demeanor.

Those large chocolate brown eyes up above pleading sweetly, urgently, watery.

Down below, you grinned with more than a touch of mania.

“Now that is what I want to see.”

You let go of his neck. His shudders travelled through your body as you slid down his, vibrations cutting all the way down to the very bone, sensing his fear and anticipation and that irresistible addiction building. The thrill of something new, something dangerous, something evolving into necessity as you looked into his eyes and Jungkook stared back, bitten pink lips parted in wonder as you slid between his thighs, serpentine, your predatory gaze reflected in his glassy irises. You did not hide your ravenous glee.

You could feel him getting more and more aroused knowing he had awoken something deep inside you.

You gripped the sides of his jeans and extended your tongue.

Threatening.

“N-No, wai–”

What happened next was simple. Almost too simple. But it was the performance that mattered. It was not just about removing his pants, but was about the deliberateness in your force while doing so. It was about your undivided attention directed right at him. It was about the slow, frame-by-frame pace. It was about the tightness of your grip and the harshness of your knuckles digging into his v-line as you slowly, tooth by tooth, dragged down the metal zipper of those classic blue jeans. You let him feel the nick of every tick of metal against his barely clothed erection. Centimeter by centimeter. Hooked your fingers under the waistband and let your fingernails catch on his hips. Jungkook whimpered, rising to his elbows, staring wide-eyed at you, not even realizing the disheveled state of himself. You slowly removed his jeans, tugging down, down, backing up, your sharp manicure periodically catching on his tense thighs, watching the gasp ripple up his red, flexed chest and escape from his throat. Sinful pleasure washing over his features once he realized he was enjoying it.

Perfect.

You let Jungkook watch your expression transform from faint amusement to rapturous satisfaction.

You backed up, tossing his jeans aside.

Knelt in front of his open legs and placed your hands on your lap.

Demure, one over the other.

You smirked.

“Show me.”

You ticked your head to the bulge in his black boxer briefs. Voice like poisoned honey, your words both a command and a dare. His cheeks burning red and there was the faintest tick of annoyance that you silenced with your sharpened gaze. Your smirk subtly morphed into something a little more sinister, a subliminal challenge in this smile. Maybe if he was in his right mind he could refuse, but there was too much adrenaline and too much anticipation.

The promise of payoff was so, so close.

Which was why you got to watch Jeon Jungkook strip his underwear off right in front of your eyes.

Your tongue traced your lower lip, wetting it.

He was now sitting at the very edge of the bed, thick thighs spread wide open, taut tension all over his muscles, and his swollen erection sticking out, the purple-red head leaking and angry, desperately seeking stimulation. And pain. Before he could drop his hand by his side again, you snatched it and stopped him.

Jungkook froze.

Visibly shivering at the contact of you holding his hand.

You stared into his eyes and brought his hand to his crotch, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock.

“Wha–”

You violently spat on the veined shaft, splattering saliva all over, and made him stroke himself, just like that. Immediate gasp, his hips bucking, and you spit on him again, slicker and wetter, forcing him to masturbate. He didn’t need much encouragement, already taking over the pace, harder, faster, and you let go, your fingertips running over his slippery knuckles, spreading your saliva all over. Looking up, seeing his black hair stuck to his forehead, his mouth open, shuddering, his moans deeper and lower now, more wanton, on the edge of depravity, not wanting to do it but needing to, too aroused to stop, too turned on to turn back, hyper-aware of the power saturated in this moment.

Jungkook was completely naked in front of your still clothed form, jacking himself off, and every time you spat on him, he whimpered, powerful hips jerking and rattling the hotel bed, the struggle flashing over his torn expression, to enjoy or be ashamed, but his lips were betraying him, more, please, his hand shaking as you made a mess of his thighs and cock, dripping spit, licking the inside of his open legs, his hand pausing with every one of your dramatic flairs.

Edging himself for you.

Your hands rested on his hard thighs, pushing them apart even more, glancing down at this lewd display but mostly observing his face, not letting him escape the pleasurable prison of your attention. You specifically did not verbally degrade him. It was not wanted and there was no need.

The silence itself was palpable humiliation.

His breathing shallowed.

Stuttered.

Chest tightening.

Close.

You leaned forward, hearing him hold his breath.

Suspension.

The harsh slap of hand to skin suddenly stopping.

Your hand clenched around his, abruptly cutting off his high. Squeezing through his grip. The violent throb of blood, and you staring into those large, glistening brown orbs, his rising sob dying in his dry throat. You rose instead, standing over him, keeping your hold around his strained hand. Even under dingy hotel lighting, his tan skin glittered with sweat, those prominent cheekbones framed by curled black strands, and, oh, those quivering flushed lips trying to choke out your name, a plea, anything, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t, rendered mute by the deafening silence.

He was falling apart.

It was sublime.

Art was worth the pain.

You raised your other hand and cupped his chin.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, hazy and slow.

He moaned, thin and strung out on desperation, not caring about anything anymore, not knowing if there was an end. Ensnared by the moment. Possessed by compliance. You lowered your head. He obediently opened his lips, and his entire body shook uncontrollably, those lovely eyes rolling back into his head, hurriedly swallowing the stream of spit dripping from your tongue, the tips of your fingers caressing the slippery, pulsing, purple-red head of his cock locked in his grip, and now…

Now, the composition was perfect.

It was mere seconds, but at this point Jungkook didn’t have a good grasp on time anymore. Obscene whimpers, blown-out pupils, hardly registering the sound of the foil packaging ripping open, gasping as you tugged his hand away, his eyelashes fluttering as the ghost of your touch rolled down the condom, and then you hiked your skirt up, flicking down your panties.

They slid down your legs, the mere scrap of fabric soaked through.

Your grasped Jungkook’s right shoulder and now he finally seemed to realize what was happening, his eyes widening, but now it was too late, your heat right above the head, your other hand at the base, one knee on the bed.

“N… Noona…?”

You sank down onto his cock.

It was a slightly awkward position, but lust and adrenaline took over as you slowly, carefully bottomed out, not really for him, but for you to truly enjoy what was about to blossom, clenching around his girth and savoring the aching fullness, spying his pained expression from underneath your lashes. Tightened jaw as the wet sleeve choked him from below, and then the visible wave of ecstasy travelling through his body that manifested merely as a meek groan when you rocked your hips, dragging him into the constricting bliss, riding Jungkook on the edge of the hotel bed.

“W-Wai–oh, fuuuuck…”

You did not wait, hooking your leg over his thigh and leaning your knee against the mattress as you fucked him with some effort, but his body responded immediately, thrusting up and into you, and there it was, the flare within your core, intensity finally meeting matched intensity. Your breath stilling in your chest, leaning forward a little more, driving your hips forward, smack, there, fuck, yes, there, and you could see the angle was affecting Jungkook too, the muscles of his neck tense, lifting himself to his hands, and now he was really fucking you back, giving into the compulsion, hot gasp drifting over your neck, and you looked down to glassy brown eyes and shaking lips, those silver lip rings the inviting garnish, and still you resisted, slamming your hips down, slap, wet and tight and hungry for more, more of the thick cock, gripping his inked shoulder so hard that you were leaving even more marks.

Crescents of pain.

It was unbearably hot in the velvet bra top and your miniskirt bunched around your waist, but there was power in that discomfort. A visible inequality that fed the feral and the fervor, drowning you and him in this visceral, depraved lust, both hunting for the high, your hand rising and his hand rising, hips driven forward, harder.

Your hand around his neck.

His grasping your ass, dragging down and hitting you deeper, softly whimpering as you clenched around him.

“Fuck, yes.”

You exhaled hotly over his lips, letting your satisfaction bloom in the carnage of his pride.

“You…”

Bringing Jungkook’s face close to yours by his throat, losing your own breath with your ferocity, your words a husky rasp as you neared your crescendo.

“Inspire me.”

And then you kissed him.

Lips to inflamed lips, feeling the flash of sparks race all over your skin and burn your insides, faster, a bruising rhythm that Jungkook was leading, whining in your mouth as he came, his hips violently shaking, all the while pressing up against you, that strong hand splayed out over your lower back as he took your breath away. Your hand tightening, taking his blood away, and that was it, succumbing to the addictive power, tension snapping, radiating bliss racing through your veins, the brutal punch of orgasm leaving you airless, moaning deeply into his waiting mouth, your inner walls throbbing and viscous juices seeping down his balls, his thighs, sticking to your crotch.

The stench of summer sex soaked through the sheets, creating a large damp spot down the edge of the hotel bed.

You let go of Jungkook’s shoulder and held his trembling face, deepening the kiss and swallowing his raw whimpers. His pining sounds expanded and fluttered in your chest, so pure and so delicious, and more, you needed more, drunk on his taste, enslaved by this passion.

I’ve outdone myself this time.

You sighed into his mouth.

-

“I hate you.”

Surrounded by used condoms, electric air, and rumpled sheets half-pulled off the hotel bed, Jeon Jungkook gripped your wrist and told you he hated you, breathing hard, laying on his side. Both of you completely naked. You were sitting upright, delicately leaning against pillows and the headboard.

You smiled down at him.

“Oh?”

“W… Why are you… hah, why are you okay and I’m…”

His sweaty black hair was plastered to his forehead.

“Not?” you offered.

Across your body, you felt the bruises of his fingertips and soreness thrumming in your muscles. This network of pain simply curled into the blossom of the afterglow, creating the veining throughout the petals of this satisfying night.

Jungkook’s expression turned from irate to shattered.

You kept your smile but, behind it, hesitancy lurked.

Those dark glass eyes closed beneath you, but he held into your wrist, tattooed fingers squeezing hard.

Breath after breath. Ragged. Injured, but with pleasure. Satisfied, but some part wasn’t. You didn’t have to look into his eyes to know how he was feeling. Bowed, shaking shoulders. Body curling into the sheets, blanket tangled around his legs, the low light of the hotel room casting harsh shadows. He moved closer to you. Holding on for dear life. You could feel the uncontrollable tremors from his hot hand.

“Just…”

His voice so small, cracking under a weight unseen.

“J-Just… just pretend a little… longer…”

Your smile slipped away, like a shadow in the night.

“For me… noona…”

It is the performance that matters.

You looked down at the form of Jeon Jungkook and wondered if you could always be right.

“I’m not pretending,” you said to the flower that had blossomed in your carnage. You reached over and put your hand over his. “This is who I am.”

His fingers relaxed.

You paused.

You looked down again. At Jungkook burying his face into the sheets and the pillows, inhaling the heavy scent of sex that had transpired between you and him, burning it into his memory. Not too close to touch you, but close enough for you to feel the heat from his body, close enough so you couldn’t forget, and his hand was still on your wrist, tenderly caressing the inner tendon. It was a slightly rough touch. Unfamiliar.

For now.

What feeling are you trying to chase?

“Are you obsessed with me or what?” you chuckled, brushing the thought aside.

Stopped.

Jungkook was gazing at you from below. A singular dark brown orb, teary and reflective, the other masked by a tangle of black hair and the white hotel bedding. You had asked the question and the answer was wordless or, rather, simply in that stare alone. Bleeding desire. Helpless passion. Raw want.

You memorized his pained expression.

It was too beautiful not to.

“Would you let me be?”

It was both a rhetorical question and his answer.

Jeon Jungkook was supposed to be a fleeting moment. Supposed to be and, as you kept eye contact, you could feel the fire behind the glass. Some people wanted to watch the world burn, but they didn’t want to hold the match. His hand slipped out of yours and covered your fingers, grasping them tightly, possessively, intensely watching you, burning from your ignited match, burning and asking to be set on fire again, and again, and again, in dark nights and hazy afternoons and early mornings, and your skin prickled under the gaze of Jeon Jungkook, an expression that demanded to be set alight by your flames, for he had dreamed about it for so long and now it was real but you could potentially take it all away and he just wanted you to know…

He couldn’t live without the euphoria of this performance.

Your lips parted to refuse him.

And you couldn’t.

The seconds stretched into minutes. You could be his maker. Rebirthed from the ashes. An artist. You could tell that Jungkook thought very straightforwardly. He did not want to let go, so he didn’t. Simple. It was a pure feeling and it continued even after the first time.

Innocence.

The feeling I’m trying to chase? Ecstasy.

You smirked, sly laughter simmering in your lungs.

“You’re asking for trouble.”

-

“You’ll have to frame me up on your wall to keep me out of trouble.”

You grinned and shoved Jeon Jungkook into the wall, capturing his lips once more. The familiar press of two metal lip rings in this kiss, the familiar tension radiating from the hard muscle beneath you, the familiar impatient hands finding your ass, pushing up the short hem of your miniskirt and sinking into the soft curve. Time and time again, he showed up under you, dragging you to him, insatiable, craving, begging as if he had never had your pain before, shivering from every kiss, never having enough unless he was falling apart from your touch, all of him feeding the predatory compulsion that you had always tried to hide behind one-night stands and planned hit-and-runs.

All of your flaws aligning with this mood of his.

Jungkook slid down the wall, moaning, rolling his hips into your crotch, completely forgetting he was in somebody else’s house and supposed to be celebrating their birthday.

Thankfully, the music was blaring.

Your hand around his neck and you reached down. He was wearing tighter, black pleather pants today.

Ah, art and torture went hand-in-hand.

You gripped his balls through his pants and he whined in your face, trembling all over as his neglected erection strained above your hand. Lips locking, hot bodies pressed together in the semi-darkness, drinking in his thin exhale and his pleas, even reaching down to palm himself as you tortured his balls, squeezing and pulsing your knuckles around him.

“N-Noona, just f-fuck me, please,” was his breathless whimper into your mouth, lustful moans hitching as you choked him harder, and it was too delicious, too demanding, too beautiful was this graphic display of greedy desire.

Art.

How could you walk away?

“Irresistible, my darling,” you murmured to panicked breath, and you dragged him to you, tasting his smile as his tight white shirt was being tugged out of his pants below the entangled kiss, and he breathed you in, his free hand reaching up to your swimsuit top, scooping out your breasts as you controlled the blood flow to his head and undid the zipper with your other hand, peeling the pleather away.

You grabbed his balls, squeezing.

He gripped his hard cock.

Right.

On.

Cue.

He whined and you shoved the hem of his shirt into his mouth, making him bite down onto it and exposing his bare, muscular torso. Those pleas in those glassy brown orbs, long black hair disheveled and all over his face, and you grinned, the moment on fire, electricity racing over your skin as he toyed with your nipples and jacked himself off, him basking in your force and the addiction of being controlled. So picturesque, a work of art, and so you had to make it yours.

You couldn’t get enough of him.

You raked your nails over his ass and down his thigh and his eyes rolled back in his head, his muffled whisper between you and him, drifting in the dark.

“I love the way you hurt me.”

Music to your ears.

“Hurt me more, noona.”

Art required a certain cruelty, after all.

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[renphousa]

5 Tips on How to Use a Massage Gun on Your Hand

Massage guns have become increasingly popular for their ability to provide percussive therapy right in the comfort of your own home. While many people use them on larger muscle groups like the back and legs, they can also be incredibly effective for targeting smaller areas, such as the hand. If you're dealing with hand pain or stiffness, using a massage gun like the Renpho on your hand can offer quick relief and promote better muscle function. Here are 5 tips on how to use a massage gun on your hand effectively:

Start with Preparation: Before diving into the massage session, take a moment to prepare your hand. Gently stretch and flex your fingers to loosen up the muscles and increase blood flow to the area. This pre-massage ritual helps to enhance the effectiveness of the percussive therapy that follows.

Choose the Right Attachment: Just as with any other part of the body, using the appropriate attachment on your massage gun can make a significant difference. Opt for a softer attachment, such as a foam or ball head, to provide a gentle yet effective massage to your hand. The diverse range of attachments offered by brands like Renpho ensures that you can tailor the massage experience to suit your needs.

Focus on Pressure Points: Your hand contains numerous pressure points that, when targeted, can alleviate tension and promote relaxation. Concentrate on areas such as the space between your thumb and index finger or the base of your palm. Applying percussive therapy to these specific points can help release built-up stress and improve overall hand comfort.

Mindful Technique: As you use the massage gun on your hand, pay attention to your technique. Use slow, controlled movements, allowing the device's vibrations to penetrate deeply into the muscle tissue. Avoid applying excessive pressure, as this can cause discomfort or even injury to the delicate structures of the hand.

Post-Massage Care: After completing your hand massage, take a moment for post-massage care. Gently stretch your fingers and wrists once again to further relax the muscles and promote flexibility. Additionally, consider applying a moisturizing hand cream to nourish the skin and keep your hands feeling soft and supple.

Incorporating these tips on how to use a massage gun on your hand into your self-care routine can have a profound impact on the health and well-being of your hands. Whether you're dealing with hand fatigue from typing all day or simply seeking to unwind after a long day's work, a targeted hand massage can provide relief and rejuvenation. So, the next time you reach for your massage gun, remember to show your hands some extra love and attention—they'll thank you for it!

[acourtofthought]

How It All Comes Together

(contains spoilers for all series)

I have so many posts at this point. So. Many. Posts 😂 And they all touch upon a lot of the same information but I wanted to put every headcannon I've got in one place in the order of events (though the order of events within each book is flexible) that I think could happen.

I have no idea if any or even one will turn out to be accurate but when I combine her interviews, books, and Q&A sessions together, this is how the information seems to best fit together and makes sense to me.

Starting with an Elucien book:

"Let's focus on healing one sister then the other."

Elucien will restore spring together -

My father would think twice before standing against an army of superior strength and size.

"But Tamlin is already hanging by a thread. You and Lucien have made it clear that he's barely improved this past year" "With a new war possible and Briallyn up to her bullshit with Koschei, we need a strong ally. We need the Spring Court's forces"

"No. But we need to summon Lucien," Azriel said, just a shade tightly, as if he didn't like it one bit. "We need to tell him the news, and permanently station him at the Spring Court to contain any damage and to be our eyes and ears."

"I am the first one the others look to - I set the example"

Her sister's delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall like a promise of spring"

But Elain...The Spring Court had been made for someone like her. / Too bad her sister refused to see her. Nesta would have told Elain to visit this place. And too bad the lord who ruled these lands was a piece of shit.

Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she'd placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside a figurine of a supple-bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. Some sort of primal goddess - perhaps even the Mother herself. Nesta hadn't let herself dwell on why she'd felt the need to set the rose there.

"She pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he'd tried to bring into the world."

Elain and Lucien will perform in Calanmai aka Fire Night together -

"There's a ritual. But it's...very faerie." / "From their coupling, magic will be released and spread to the earth, where it will regenerate life for the year to come."

It was Spring, and yet it wasn't. / Distant - because on the estate, nothing bloomed at all. / The pink roses that had once climbed the pale stone walls of the sweeping manor house were nothing but tangled webs of thorns. / The Spring Court had felt stagnant. Hollow. Empty ..

"It's his (her) instincts that select her (him)."

"I went in his stead, and I did my duty to the court."

I shook my head, trying not to imagine Elain subject to that....fire.

Elain would faint to hear such thoughts.

Elain will be able to shift into an owl (shifting being a marker of the Spring Court) -

"Your Tamlin has brute strength and shape-shifting"

"And once you were in this body, you couldn't change?"

Elain was again at my side, I hadn't heard her steps.

Elain perched silently on the couch nearby.

Elain cocked her head.

Elain spoke from the doorway, having appeared so silently that they all twisted toward her.

"You came," Elain said behind her and Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach.

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth - Teller to the hilt through the back of the king's neck. (How did she make it to Nesta in time when she was in the far reaches of their camp?

"Glamour for what?" "To look normal." "Being a High Lord, comes with physical markers too. It's why I couldn't hide what I was becoming from my brohters - from anyone. It's still easier to blend it." / "I think she's got you beat for secret-keeping"

Elain, Lucien, Vassa, and Jurian will find a way to get those on the continent to sign the treaty -

We need the humans in others territories to trust us, if we can ever hope to achieve lasting peace.

"He's spent months helping them sort out the politics of who rules Prythian's slice of the human lands."

"He'd already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people"

"My sister can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles."

"She (Mor) was still trying to convince them to sign the new treaty."

"I hope that whatever Morrigan is doing in Vallahan will counteract the damage my father will unleash."

"At worst, we'll have proof to justify any conflict and hopefully win allies to our side, avoiding the bloodshed that would carve up these lands once more.

"Jurian..." "Thank the Cauldron for him. I never thought I'd say that, but it's true. "He's keeping everything running. I think he'd have been crowned king by now if it wasn't for Vassa."

Both trying to lead the humans who occupied the sliver of land at the southernmost end of Prythian. Left ungoverned for so long. Too long.

"And what, exactly, does this Band of Exiles plan to do? Host events? Organize party-planning committees?

"She didn't used to be that way." "She loved balls and parties."

but Elain had taken charge of planning

Elain pushed, “We keep it secret—we send the servants away. With the spring approaching, they’ll be glad to go home. And if Feyre needs to be in and out for meetings, she’ll send word ahead, and we’ll clear them out. Make up excuses to send them on holidays. Father won’t be back until the summer, anyway. No one will know.”. / “I’ll do it,” Elain said, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. She didn’t wait for either of us before she strode out, graceful as a doe.

Eris will join Elain and Lucien on the continent, not only to free Vassa and stop Koschei / Beron but to retrieve Mor and for their past to finally be dealt with (their past being a possible mating bond between them which is why he set her free)-

"My father is furious that his ally is dead, but he's not deterred. Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too."

"I wanted to feel out Vassa and Jurian." He didn't mention his brother, oddly enough. "But they clearly know little about this."

But as Eris strode by...I could have sworn there was something like sadness - like regret, as he glanced to Lucien.

But Vassa's freedom would end. Lucien had said as much months ago, and still visited her often enough that I knew nothing in that regard had improved. She would have to return to the lake, to the sorcerer-lord who kept her prisoner, sold to him by the very queens who had again gathered in their joint castle. Formerly Vassa's castle too.

"Tell my Vassa I'm waiting"

"Lucien stared out the window - as if he could see the lake across a sea and a continent. As if he were setting his target."

"But that was all the western edge of it. Beyond that, the continent was vast. And to the south, another continent sprawled. Would she have gone?"

"Mor left for Vallahan this morning and is out of our daemati magic's range."

"She knows the truth but has never revealed it" "Why?" "Because she's afraid of it."

"You're not the person I want to explain myself to." "I doubt Mor will want to listen." (as for a Mor love interest, I think Emerie could be a possibility but I also think the Golden Queen is another option. As her hair and eyes were taken, there's a chance she was made into something new and Elain said "she's not dead, only changed as I was". I don't think she's talking about Vassa. There's also a line where Mor claim she's always be drawn to things that were wild and free)

I think Elain will be the one to break Vassa's curse which I don't think is a curse at all but a Valg infection. If she can heal as Yrene did than we know a healers light can banish the infection from someone's blood. (I have a longer post on this but this is the Cliffs Notes version) -

I'd never seen such spell work. I'd sent my power over her, Helion too, hunting for any possible threats to unbind it. I found none. It was if the curse was woven into her very blood.

"Black fire raced down his blood" (Chaols Valg infection)

"Will many of these soldiers die?"

Amren was holding Elain upright as she vomited in the grass. Not from the Caldron. But pure terror.

Elain rushed to Cassian. / Nesta was watching them when I reached her and Elain at the tree-lined outskirts. Had she done some healing, somehow, in those moments after she'd severed the king's head? / I didn't ask my sister, and she supplied no answer as she took the water bucket dangling from Elain's still bloody hands.

I think Lucien and Eris will finally kill Beron -

"Beron tortured you?"

Beron had tortured his own son for information, rather than thanking the Mother for returning him.

"The same things he does now." "Belittle her, leave bruises where no one but him will see them."

"I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch."

The male had been raised with every luxury and privilege - on paper. But who knew what terrors Beron had inflicted upon him? Cassian knew Beron had murdered Lucien's lover. If the High Lord of Autumn had been willing to do that, what wouldn't he do?

And Cassian didn't need to be a courtier to know his next words would slice deep, but it would be a necessary wound. Perhaps it would be enough to push things in the right direction. "I think you might be a decent male, deep down, trapped in a terrible situation." "I think you might even be a good male." "You're just too much of a coward to act like one."

Lucien will finally discover Helion is his father -

But not the gift of Helion. His true father. I still hadn't mentioned it. To anyone other than Rhys.

In the taut silence, Helion nodded to the bright hall beyond the room. "I would like to remove myself from the Mask's odious presence, and perhaps enjoy your palace, Rhysand. It's been a long while since I was in a place of such quiet. If you'll allow it, I'll stay here for an hour or two." "Something bothering you at home?" Rhys inquired, falling into step beside the High Lord.

I think Elain, if she has healing powers (not to mention her affinity for growing things), will be the one to help the Pegasus. This would provide her a purpose in Day and even connects her to the land where the Prison is located) -

Helion's most beloved pair - this black stallion, Meallan, and his mate - hadn't produced offspring in three hundred years, and that last foal hadn't made it out of weaning before he'd succumbed to an illness no healer could remedy.

According to legend, the pegasuses had come from the island the Prison sat upon - had once fed in fair meadows that had long given way to moss and mist. Perhaps that was part of the decline: their homeland had vanished, and whatever had sustained them was no longer.

She found flowers - somewhere.

It's possible that if she does travel to the Prison, she'll also find where Koschei's box is located (possibly the box that possesses his soul) -

"There is an onyx box that he possesses, more vital than anything...save for them. The girls."

"Maybe...." "Part of me wonders if the Prison was either built or stocked with it's inmates to hide the Harp's (onyx box?) presence. There are so many terrible powers here, and the wards on the mountain itself. I wonder if someone hid the Harp (onyx box?) knowing that it'd never be noticed with so much awful magic around it."

"These are like no wards I've felt before." "They feel old. Incredibly old." "They probably predate this place being used as a prison (remember, we learn that the courts were not actually formed until after the Prison was made).

"But Koschei is as old as the sea - older." "I fear what may happen if he ever gets free of the lake. If he sees this world on the cusp of disaster and knows he could strike, and strike hard, and make himself it's master. As he once tried to do, (hint that Koschei is Asteri / possible Valg?) long ago." "Those are legends that predate our courts."

Lucien will help infiltrate the castle where the other Queens had been staying. Not only did the castle once belong to Vassa but if Koschei's soul is not hidden in the prison, maybe it's hidden there -

"I told you; their castle is too heavily warded, and full of magical traps that would trip up even Helion."

I do think it's possible that Koschei will be defeated in an Elucien book and I think it's possible Lucien's fire will fail him in that scene causing him to tap into his Day powers in full -

"I was getting worried you'd never approach. Poor Eris would have met a very sorry end if that had been the case. His fire wouldn't have withstood Koschei's lake, I don't think."

Maybe Lucien will also be the one to help Rhys and Feyre undo the bargain that links their lives to one another -

"Perhaps Amren was working on some way to undo the bargain - if anyone could think of a way, it would be her. Or Helion, he supposed.

I believe Eris will step into power as High Lord of Autumn by the end of an Elucien book. I also wonder if when they think everything has calmed in the rest of Prythian and the continent, they'll visit Feyre and Rhys only to be informed of Bryce having landed in Velaris (and her subsequent return to Midgard). This will set up the either the final spin-off (not sure if SJM still plans on having the third spin-off set in the past which she mentioned as a possibility in interviews) or the next round of ACOTAR books, some from the ones she was contracted for in her latest 4 book deal. -

A Gwynriel book would then follow -

I think Az's story will first tackle his past with Mor. If she is ready to admit to the truths Eris spoke of in SF in an Elucien book then she'll finally be in a place to have the conversation she needs to with Az -

"What of Mor, Az?" Azriel ignored the question.

I think the majority of his arc will deal with his hatred of the Illyrians, and now their issues with the Valkyries, possibly ending with Rhys leaving him charge of overseeing them in a more permanent position -

Perhaps we needed a permanent presence out here, until the Illyrians remembered things like consequences. / But the war had impacted us all, and with the rebuilding, with the human territories crawling out to meet us, with other Fae kingdoms looking toward a wall-less world and wondering what shit they could get away with...We didn't have the resources to station somewhere out here. Not yet. Perhaps next summer, if the climate elsewhere was calm enough.

"The Illyrians are pieces of shit," he said too quietly.

It was healthy, perhaps, for Az to sometimes remember where he'd come from. He still wore the Illyrian leathers. Had not tried to get the tattoos removed. Some part of him was Illyrian still. Always would be. Even if he wished to forget it.

Az might hunt down Bryaxis who I believe is the thing that guarded a portal to Hel that exists in the library. I think we'll see Bryce enter the portal in CC3 or Aidas exit it and they'll realize they need to close it back up -

"Do you want me to hunt it down?" An easy, unruffled question. "Let Bryaxis enjoy the Solstice as well," I said. A rare smile curled Az's mouth. "Generous of you."

"No, but..." Gwyn's swallow was audible. "I can feel something. Like a cat. Small and clever and curious. It's watching.

And then there was this. Not only the true absence of light, but...a womb. The womb from which all life and come and would return, neither good nor evil, only dark, dark, dark. Nesta. Her name drifted to her as if rising from the depths of some black ocean. Nesta. It slid along her bones, her blood. She had to pull back. Pull away. The darkness pulsed, beckoned.

"The House is good." Nesta breathed. "Is it?" Nesta considered. "The darkness in the pit of the library - it's the heart of the House." Amren nodded. "And where is it now?" "It hasn't made an appearance in weeks. But it's still there. I think it's just...being managed. Maybe the House's knowledge that I'm aware of it, and didn't judge it, makes it easier to keep in check."

I think Gwyn may be a cousin of Eris's (maybe Lucien) which will cause conflict between she and Az as he'll struggle to let go of his prejudices toward Eris (and Lucien) while she will want to build a relationship with the only blood family she has left -

"My grandmother was a river-nymph who seduced a High Fae male from the Autumn Court."

Gwyn will have siren powers that she can use to do her bidding against enemies -

Something beckoned in Gwyn's song, in a way the other's hadn't.

Gwyn's voice rose again, holding such a high note it was like a ray of pure light, piercing and summoning.

Like Gwyn was calling only to her.

"I barely outran that one as I led it toward the camp. My timing was just good luck, though."

Gwyn will pull both Narben and the miniature manuscript from the sea. Seeing as how the book is one of the first printed books in existence, I think it will contain information that will be necessary for future threats to their world -

She would have kept it secret. I only heard from a fleeing water-nymph that it had been done."

"When it would not bend to her, she destroyed it." "It was perhaps in our favor. Had the King of Hybern possessed Narben, I fear we would have lost the war."

A miniature illuminated manuscript, crafted by the skilled hands of the smallest of the lesser Fae- one of the first printed books in existence. / He regretted throwing it into the river the moment it had vanished under the ice, but he'd been foolish that night.

I think Gwyn's song may also be able to draw Azriel back, in the chance he has a different form and maybe that's what he meant when he made the comment that he sings. That he too needs to sing in order to pull himself from his "beast" side -

"Az is different. In a lot of ways." His tone didn't invite further questioning.

I think you'll find that Az is even less forgiving than I am." "With that pretty face?" she crooned. "I have a hard time believing it."

"They were shape-shifters who dwelled in the lakes and rivers and lured unwitting people into their arms. And after the drowned them, they feasted." Nesta stared toward the bog's black surface. "And they live in there?" "They vanished hundreds of years before we were born," Cassian said firmly. They're a myth whispered around fires, and a warning for children not to play near the water. But no one knows where they went. Most were hunted, but the survivors..." He conceded with a nod to Azriel. / "Just don't go running after a beautiful white horse or a pretty-faced young man and you'll be fine."

I think Merrill will be the main villain in Gwynriels story. That we'll find she had been in contact with Koschei before his defeat and gone searching for other survivors in other worlds at his command. She'll be the one responsible for helping them enter their world -

"There are others in your court as delusional as you are. They'll get it for me one way or another, with the right incentive. Granted, I'll need your blood to unlock the wards on the Trove."

"But know that Briallyn and the others sold me to him not through their devices, but his. By words he planted in their courts, whispered on the winds."

"I am descended from Labath, Lord of the Western Wind," Merrill seethed. "Unlike Gwyneth Berdara, I am no lackey to be dismissed."

"Midgard is a base. We opened the doors to other worlds to lure their citizens here." "But we also opened the doors so we might conquer those other worlds as well." "Your Starborn ancestors shut the gates to stop us from invading their realm once more and reminding them who their true masters are. And in the process, they shut the gates to all other worlds, including those to Hel, their stalwart allies. And so we have been trapped here. Cut off from the cosmos. All that is left of our people, though our mystics beneath this palace have long sought to find any other survivors, any planets where they might be hiding."

"Merrill's brilliant. Horrible, but brilliant. When she first came here, she was obsessed with theories regarding the existence of different realms - different worlds. Living on top of each other without even knowing it. Whether there is merely one existence, our existence, or if it might be possible for worlds to overlap, occupying the same space but separated by time and a whole bunch of other things I can't even begin to explain to you because I barely understand them myself." "Honestly, I looked at some of her early research and my eyes bled just reading her theorizing and formulas."

so she supposed that two would take them perhaps a bit farther than that, and Velaris … Well, it seemed like it’d take three strings. She didn’t want to know where all twenty-six strings might take her if strummed. Or if someone made a melody..

I think part of a Gwynriel plot will be Az and Gwyn working together to try to understand what Merrill is actually researching -

- and in its center, a massive, working model of their world, the stars and planets around it. and some other fancy thins that had been explained to Cassian once before he deemed them boring and proceeded to ignore them completely. Az, of course, had been fascinated.

Gwyn let out a breathy laugh. “I mean it. I learned about a new Valkyrie technique last night.

“I don’t know,” Gwyn said. “All I know is that I was assigned to work with Merrill and aid in her research,

By the end of a Gwynriel book, I think we'll be set up for a Multi POV / Crossover Series book(s) in the ACOTAR world. Possible plotlines -

Nesta will raise an army of the dead / World Walk -

And one day, when the time was right...They'd take the next steps. They'd walk down whatever road lay ahead of them together.

The Harp sighed, a low purr rolling off it as Nesta’s hand neared. We shall open doors and pathways; we shall move through space and eons together.

He’d think of that another day. Along with the fact that she’d stopped Time with the Harp.

She could feel them around her. The dead. / Thousands and thousands of bodies. But she would not call thousands. Not yet.

I think Lucien will be High King, wielding Gwydion. Yes, I realize it called to Bryce but unless we find out Amren’s recollection of the High Priestess giving it to him was wrong, it seems it first belonged to Fionn and was taken by Theia. Made objects can have others do their bidding, therefore it could have wanted Bryce to be the one to take it home. We know Helion responded to the mask, a made object, therefore Lucien should theoretically be able to wield made objects too -

Rhys as High King: he could think of no other male he'd trust more. No other male who would be a fairer ruler than Rhys. / "But know that the Cauldron's benevolence will be extended to you only for so long before it is offered to another.

"Lucien's goodness"

"He is a good male"

"he'd already made many friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people."

"Like the Fae male had settled similar arguments between them before."

"But Lucien had learned to keep his cool".

Narben's powers had not been the holy, saviors light of Gwydion" (Side note, SJM tagged Elain under the Blodeuwedd fairytale and the uncle of Lleu (Lleu being the character that seems to match Lucien's part in the tale) was named Gwydion. Gwydion means "born of trees" and in ACOWAR, SJM tells us Lucien looked "crafted from the forest")

SJM once spoke of us seeing more babies in the ACOTAR world and I think this will refer to Elain in any future crossovers (not CC3) -

"But Elain had given it back - had pressed it into Azriel's hands after the battle, just as he had pressed it into hers before. And then walked away without looking back."

I think Elain's war days are over and a pregnancy would provide her a valid reason to sit out of battle. If she does have healing powers then I imagine she'd much rather tend to the wounded.

I also believe that by this time, the food that sustained the Pegasus would be restored and the illness preventing them from having foals would be cured (a possible Elain storyline), making it possible for the Valkyrie to ride into battle on Pegasus.

The End 😂

[a-d-nox]

celtic astrology: hazel

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advice

hazel people need a more basic diet because acidic diets long term tend to harm them and their growth.

animal

the salmon; wise and powerful.

deity

fionn mac cumhaill, the leader of the war band; filled with valor and honor. knowledgeable, wise, and prophetic.

hazel attributes

tough, supple, flexible, wise, magical vibes, determined, charming, charismatic. reliable, well-organized, planner, artistic, creative, dramatic, loyal, noble, trustworthy, nervous, tends to have a lot of self-doubt, tends to need a cheerleader in life, etc.

hazel attributes distinguished with western astrology signs

a leo hazel person is dramatic, bold, creative, proud, self-confident, a leader, responsible, fearless, inspiring, motivated, magnetic, sporty, competitive, a know-it-all, affectionate, passionate, dramatic, often disappointed in love, loyal, devoted, warm, generous, enjoys parties, etc.

a virgo hazel person is a person of action, conscientious, hardworking, service oriented, concerned about others, organized, good in a crisis, creative, less confident, enjoys flair, has great style, trendsetter, flamboyant, conservative, elegant, graceful, warm, caring, perfectionist, sensitive, nitpicky, emotional pampered, devoted, appreciative, alert, intelligent, detail oriented, know-it-all, fussy, etc.

relationship with other celtic tree people

hazel people tend to work best and closely with oak and ash people.

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[lavenderravenith-hl]

The New Keeper - MC Masterpost

~•~ Basic Info ~•~

Full Name: Lavender Avery Ravenith

Birthday: June 29th

Height: 5' 7'' (170 cm)

Nationality: British

Blood Status: Half-Blood (Muggle mother and wizard father (previous) and stepfather)

Favorite and Least Favorite Subject: Astronomy; History of Magic (they’re all very close in rank)

Hobbies: Loves to read and journal with her beasts in the ROR vivariums

Love Interest: Definitely not crushing on Natty, nope, no way, that'd be crazy

Personality: Although Lavender is kind with strangers, she can come off as shy. But she is very artistic and bubbly once you get to know her, Hogwarts helping her come out of her shell. A perfectionist and people pleaser to a bit of an unhealthy degree though

~•~ All Outfits ~•~

1) Pre-Game: Only let dad braid her hair, it’s always really messy. Most of her clothes are from when her mom was young so the fit is a bit off 2) The Path to Hogwarts: Still didn’t let mom braid hair before leaving. Most of her outfit is still her mom’s, although the coat and tie were her dad’s 3) During Game: Let Fig braid her hair once she got to Hogwarts. School uniform slightly adjusted by her on the first night 4) The Final Repository: New clothes enchanted in the ROR before the battle. Necklace was a gift from Deek as a good luck charm 5) Post-Game: Scar from fighting Ranrok, Outfit used to be Fig’s. Started braiding her own hair after Fig’s death, not the best at it

~•~ Wand, Brooms, and Scar ~•~

1) Wand: Ringed, pale brown, fir wood type, phoenix feather core. 14 and a half inches and supple flexibility. Avian brown handle 2) Brooms: Night dancer was first broom, used throughout the game. Then she got Bright Spark and started flying it post-game 3) Scar: Flakey texture. Took a very long time to heal, partially blind in left eye and partially immobile in left arm after fully healing

Was this just an excuse to infodump about my MC? Possibly, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyways!

(More lore and backstory for Lavender will be coming out on this blog, as we as more HL stuff in general, so stay tuned if you'd be interested in that!)

[stalemacaroni]

Cats :)

I was going to make a longer post about how cool cats are but it was getting too long so now I will just list all of the things that make them cool

(Disclaimer: This is mostly a list of anatomical and biological things. I'm not going to get into how they are as pets, as that would make this list even longer than it already is)

Retractable claws; dynamic pupils/low-light vision; crepuscular (most active at dawn and dusk); whiskers; barbed tongue; shoulder blades are attached only by muscle (why they can fit in such tight spaces, use whiskers to gauge if they can fit); Jacobson's organ (why they open their mouth to smell); can hear up to 64,000 Hz (three times higher than humans); 200 million odor sensors (14 times better than humans); have more vertebrae than humans (gives them flexibility); can rotate their supple spines more than most other animals (makes them twisty :)); righting reflex (why cats land on their feet/are able to rotate mid-air, able to do this because of their twistiness); nictitating membrane, also called third eyelid (the white eyelid cats have that sometimes partially closes when they are sleepy or have just woke up, leads to that derpy look); use body language to communicate + growl and hiss when threatened, only meow at kittens and humans; large variation in coats and interesting coat genetics

Cats are just really awesome, and I love them so much. If people ever make the mistake of asking me about cats I will literally never shut up. You would have to knock me unconscious with a shovel to get me to stop

[misty-memories09]

Me realising that it's been ages (one month) since I posted my hp AU for kny: 😨😨

I'll just go ahead and speak of the aspects of a wand surface level rather than going indepth about them as of yet.

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The wand chooses the wizard, remember — Mr. Ollivander

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Wood — the wood seek for a particular trait in its owners. Like English oak wood for example chooses an owner as loyal as it is and with a strong intuition (it's my wand's wood according to wizarding world, thank you to wizarding world for calling me loyal). Mr. Ollivander in particular, believes that wand woods have almost human powers of perception and preferences.

Cores — There are many different cores, but we assume that these characters will be taking their wands from Mr.Ollivander, who only works with three cores : Dragon heartstring, Phoenix Feathers and Unicorn hair.

Dragon heartstring: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

Unicorn hair: Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. They do not make wands as powerful (wand woods can compensate for this!) and they may 'die' and need replacing.

Phoenix feathers: This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix wands are also the most pickiest.

Wand flexiblity — Wand flexiblity depends on the witch or wizards desire to adapt or change but it also is dependant on the wand wood too.

Now, with that knowledge in mind, I'll start arranging wands for our characters (yippe!)

Lady Tamayo —

I feel her wand wood would be Alder. Alder is an unyielding wood, yet I have discovered that its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.

I feel that her wand's core would be of Unicorn hair. This is because unicorn hair wands are the hardest to subject to dark arts and I feel that it fits somehow.

Her wand flexibility would be supple — Wand needs time to warm up to its owner but becomes very loyal once it does. It is particularly good for healing magic and domestic activities. Owners are gentle and kind-hearted but may need to avoid burning themselves out.

Wand length would be somewhere between 12 to 13.

Shinobu —

Her wand would be Cedar. Those who hold Cedar have a strength of character and unusual loyalty, cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them. (I gave it to Tanjiro too I just realised).

I feel like her wand wood would be dragon heartstring.

Wand flexiblity would be stable (Slightly Yielding, Slightly Springy, Reasonably Supple, Swishy) — These wands tend to choose owners who seek perfection in their magic and try to plan things for the long run. They can cast spells faster than most wands and perform consistent magic without getting tired of repetitions.

And a wand length between 11 to 12.

Kanao —

I feel her wand wood would be English Oak. A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizardkind for both magic and pleasure.

Her wand Wood's core would be Unicorn hair.

Her wand flexibility would either be Brittle or slightly yielding.

Wand length 11¼".

Yushiro —

I feel his wand wood be 'Fir'. Gerbold Octavius Ollivander, always called wands of this wood ‘the survivor’s wand’, because he had sold it to three wizards who subsequently passed through mortal peril unscathed. There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Fir wands are particularly suited to Transfiguration, and favour owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanour.

Wand core would be dragon heartstring.

Wand flexibility would be Stiff.

Obanai —

His wand wood would be a mix of 'Hawthorn' and 'Laurel' as my indecisiveness is kicking again. It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonourable act, although in the quest for glory (a not uncommon goal for those best suited to these wands), laurel wands perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. Laurel wands are sometimes called fickle, but this is unfair. The laurel wand seems unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and it is in such conditions that it is most easily and willingly won away. Otherwise, it will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.

Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.

I feel that his wand core would be dragon heartstring.

Wand flexiblity perhaps slightly springy or fairly bendy.

Wand length somewhere between 10" to 12".

Mitsuri —

I feel that her wand wood would be "DogWood". Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands are not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments. An interesting foible of many dogwood wands is that they refuse to perform non-verbal spells and they are often rather noisy.

Wand core could be either dragon heartstring or unicorn hair.

Wand flexiblity would be very flexible.

Wand length between 12" to 14".

Nezuko —

Mixing wand woods again! A mix of Popular and redwood. Redwood wands are are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe. Poplar wands a wand to rely upon, of consistency, strength and uniform power, always happiest when working with a witch or wizard of clear moral vision.

Wand core would be dragon-heartstring.

Wand flexibility would be quite flexible.

Wand length 13" to 14".

Sanemi —

I firstly felt like putting his wand wood as Hazel. But now I've changed my mind and his wand wood is also Cedar. Those who hold Cedar have a strength of character and unusual loyalty, cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Wand core, here I'll take a leap and give him unicorn hair.

Wand flexibility — Slightly springy.

Wand lenght 9" to 12".

I'll just list all the other parts real quick — sorting houses-I , sorting houses-II , wand type-I. This is part two for the wand types lol.

[brian-in-finance]

On Christmas Eve, at exactly 4:37 p.m., Santa sets off around the world. He starts in the east and works his way west, through all the time zones, picking up presents from the transporters when he runs low.

Everybody thinks that Santa is very large, but in fact he is quite slim. Flying at high altitude in the middle of winter is very cold. He therefore wears a special suit. When he arrives at someone's home, he slips out of the suit and in via the chimney, door, or window.

Santa has to be very flexible to get into some people’s homes, so during the year he does lots of bending and stretching exercises (he is very keen on rock climbing and yoga). This keeps him fit and supple. He is in good shape for a man of his age.

Excerpts from How Santa Really Works by Alan Snow, 2004

Image: Waterstones

Remember how the logic used in some posts eerily resembles children’s take on Santa’s process?

[fischerfrey]

► basics;

Full Name: Jesper Ezra Greenaway Birthday: December 8th, 1988 (Sagittarius) Pronouns: he/him Sexual Orientation: bisexual Hogwarts House: Slytherin Blood Status: Pure-blood Nationality: British

► magical info;

Wand: Jesper inherited the wand of his great-great-grand uncle Ezra Greenaway;

Cypress wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ¾ and reasonably supple flexibility Garrick Ollivander noted that cypress wands were associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands were rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress found their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who were unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

Patronus: Adder The Adder Patronus represents determination, cunning, and being free-spirited. An adder is a tough and cunning snake and just like those who cast this Patronus, they know what they want and go for it. If this is your Patronus, you work hard and exceed the limitations that others put on you. Typically, adders will fiercely attack when threatened, which means a Dementor should be afraid of going up against this fearless Patronus. Patronus Memory: Memories with Harker and the other members of the Five Club.

Boggart: Being all alone, abandoned by his friends Class Proficiencies: Astronomy: A Charms: O DADA: O Herbology: A History of Magic: O Potions: A Transfiguration: E Electives: Ancient runes: O Divination: A Muggle Studies: E Latin: O

► background;

Place of Birth: St Mungo’s, London Home: Wildridge Manor, The Greenaways’ estate Pre-Hogwarts: Jesper grew up comfortably with wealthy parents. His family’s status protected him from the worst of the effects of the Second Wizarding War. The Greenaways have enjoyed the financial security brought by Ezra Greenaway’s success for a few generations without having to deal with the repercussions brought by fame. Jesper is not very close to either one of his parents and had several nannies as a child. He gets along with them alright though and doesn’t seem to mind their absent parenting style. Jesper's family also own Ezra's private house on the sea side and often use it as a vacation home. Hidden in the attic of the house are many of Ezra's journals that the family didn't want published. Amongst them are more personal accounts of his private life but also a story about a dark secret he stumbled upon during his days of exploration... Post-Hogwarts: After the events of his final year, Jesper loses touch with most of his friends. He beginst to work under his father at the Greenaway publishing company, as he's meant to some day take over after his father retires. He has some acquaintances from work and out of the people he knew in school that he hangs out with, but he feels more alone than ever. He feels like nobody really understands him. His experiences in The Dark World had a profound effect on him and he struggles to leave it behind. Little does he know, that then years later their actions in school would come back to haunt him and he'd have to return to The Dark World and its horrors.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Sebastian Croft (young), Maxim Baldry (adult) Eye Color: Gray-Green Hair Color: Dark brown Height: 5′11 (180cm)

► relatives;

Father: Jerome Greenaway by @potionboy3 Jerome is the current owner of the Greenaway’s company and head of the publishing house. He is not extremely close with his son, but they get along alright. FC: Austin Nichols

Mother: Charisma Greenaway, née Lockhart Older sister of Gilderoy Lockhart, Charisma is a socialite and a model. She used to use the hyphened name Lockhart-Greenaway until the downfall of her little brother, at which point she changed it to only Greenaway. She’s not the most hands-on parent but loves her son. FC: Kate Bosworth

Aunt: Desdemona Lockhart Uncle: Gilderoy Lockhart Great-great-granduncle: Ezra Greenaway by @potionboy3 Jesper’s ancestor is the famous author, Ezra Greenaway. His books got wildly popular during his life time and have since achieved an even wider audience all across the Wizarding World. He’s the reason behind the Greenaways’ wealth and also the catalyst to Jesper and his friends’ search for The Dark Realm and the powers hidden within. Ezra's journals detail his discovery and exploration of The Dark Realm, that he studied with the help of Etta Travers. FC: Hugh Dancy

► relationships;

Allegiances: The Greenaway family, Slytherin house, The Five Club Best friends: The Five Club The boys of the Five Club met on the first day of school and became inseparable as time went on. They’re called the Five Club because everyone at Hogwarts knows how close-knit their friend group is. During the summer before their sixth year, the boys find Ezra Greenaway's journals and start to unravel to mystery of The Dark World together. Harker Hartford by @potionboy3 Harker is arguably the closest to Jesper out of the boys. They sat together in the train on the first day and shared many interests, quickly becoming close. Jesper chose divination as an elective just to hang out with Harker, even though he doesn't care for it or even get good marks. FC: William Franklyn Miller

Jude Castellan by @potionboy3 Jesper’s dormmate. Jude and Jesper are very similar, being brought up in pure-blood circles. They share an appreciation for the finer things in life. FC: André Dae Kim

Darby Rosen Darby and Jesper’s common denominator are their friends. They often joke about how without Harker and Brooke they would never have become friends. Still, they've grown to like each other over the years. FC: Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Brooke Killingbeck by @potionboy3 Brooke and Jesper have a difficult relationship; they’re close, but often at odds with each other. Especially after a situation involving Jesper’s girlfriend Judy, their relationship becomes strained. FC: Mark Eydelshteyn

Other friends: Olga Kavinsky Originally rivals, Jesper and Olga become friends after school because Olga is dating Jesper's old friend and dormmate Jude. Ivan Cuarón by @potionboy3 At school, Jesper and Ivan weren't close, and Ivan felt like Jesper was a little too high-strung. They become friends later, when Ivan and Darby are dating. Dormmates: Jude Castellan Love Interest(s): Judith “Judy” Bones Jesper and Judy started to date during the summer before their sixth year at Hogwarts. On the surface they’re the perfect couple, but both parties have some hidden reservations about the relationship. FC: Violet Brinson

Harker Hartford Jesper and Harker have had some hidden feelings for each other for a long time, though Jesper kept denying them. Harker was hurt by Jesper’s actions, especially him dating Judy. Rivals: Brooke Killingbeck, Brion McLaggen, Vanya and Olga Kavinsky Enemies: Sasha Kavinsky, The Entity

► personality;

Jesper is ambitious, charming, self-serving, and thirsty for power. He's clever and enjoys academia, wanting to excel in school. He often masks his insecurity with bravado and his family’s money. He lacks emotional maturity and is afraid of commitment but he wants people to like him more than anything. He prefers to be surrounded by people, rather than alone. He tries his best to seem nonchalant, even though he cares deeply. One of his greatest fears is being left all alone and friendless. As a teen, he loves his friends but he’s not beyond using them for his own gain. After the consequences of his actions catch up to him, he has to learn several things about himself and his priorities, hopefully becoming a better person in the process.

► misc;

Hobbies: Photography Languages spoken: English, A bit of Latin Extracurriculars: Duelling Club Favourite Subject: History of Magic, Defense Against Dark Arts, Latin Professions: Head of Greenaway Co.

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Hello HPMA Fandom!!

I've never actually made any posts on tumblr before, only ever really browsing my favourite tags for fandoms, but I decided to give it a shot and try to practice my writing skills (and also look for other moots!! ;v;) ! I would be mainly focused on Daniel Page x MC interactions, but I would definitely love to branch out and write other characters too!

But for now, I just want to introduce my OC, who I'll be mainly writing together with Daniel Page! I have lots of cute ideas for them but first things first!!

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Full Name: Arthur Bartimore

Blood status: Muggleborn

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Wand: Elm wood, supple flexibility, Dragon Heartstring core, 9 3/4 inches

Patronus: St Bernard

Boggart: Being alone in the dark

Likes: Dogs, Quidditch, anything sweet, Care for Magical Creatures

Dislikes: Hospitals, being under stress, being called a mudblood

Trivia: Small polite smiles hidden partially away behind his Hufflepuff scarf, bit of a softie mom friend for everyone he's close to, plays in the Hufflepuff house team as a Chaser and finds flying 'absolutely exhilarating', is fiercely loyal and will not hesitate to jump to a friend's aid no matter what

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What is the role of physiotherapy after total knee replacement surgery?

Physiotherapy plays a crucial role in the recovery process following a total knee replacement surgery. It is not just a supportive measure but an essential component that determines how successful the surgery will ultimately be. Especially for patients undergoing TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD, post-operative physiotherapy can make a significant difference in pain relief, mobility, strength, and overall quality of life.

At Amicare Hospital, one of the leading centers for TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD, comprehensive physiotherapy programs are integrated into every patient's recovery plan. Let’s explore why physiotherapy is indispensable after this procedure and how it is effectively practiced at Amicare Hospital.

1. Enhances Mobility and Joint Function

After a total knee replacement surgery, the knee joint requires gradual and careful movement to regain its flexibility and strength. Physiotherapy starts as early as 24 hours post-surgery. Therapists guide patients through a series of exercises aimed at improving the range of motion and ensuring that the new joint functions properly.

At Amicare Hospital, patients receive tailored mobility exercises immediately after TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD. This early intervention helps prevent stiffness, encourages blood circulation, and sets the foundation for long-term joint health.

2. Strengthens Muscles Around the Knee

Strong muscles support the new joint and reduce stress on the replaced knee. Physiotherapy focuses on strengthening the quadriceps, hamstrings, and calf muscles to stabilize the knee. Weak surrounding muscles can lead to poor gait, imbalance, and even falls.

The orthopedic physiotherapy team at Amicare Hospital, known for their excellence in TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD, ensures that every patient follows a progressive resistance training plan. This approach is crucial for restoring full function and returning to daily activities.

3. Reduces Post-Surgical Pain and Swelling

Swelling and discomfort are common after surgery. Through modalities like ice therapy, ultrasound, TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation), and manual therapy, physiotherapists help reduce pain and inflammation effectively.

At Amicare Hospital, patients undergoing TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD benefit from advanced pain management techniques integrated into the physiotherapy process. These methods not only reduce discomfort but also motivate patients to stay consistent with their rehab.

4. Helps in Safe and Faster Recovery

Without physiotherapy, recovery can be slow and incomplete. Physiotherapy accelerates healing by promoting circulation, improving strength, and reducing the risk of complications like blood clots and infections.

This is why Amicare Hospital has established a reputation for offering complete post-operative care after TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD, focusing on both in-patient and home-based physiotherapy services for faster recovery.

5. Prevents Long-Term Stiffness and Improves Flexibility

One of the most common post-operative complications is knee stiffness. Physiotherapy combats this with flexibility and stretching routines designed to keep the joint supple.

The experienced physiotherapists at Amicare Hospital ensure that all patients who undergo TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD are engaged in personalized flexibility training to prevent stiffness and ensure long-term comfort.

6. Restores Balance and Coordination

Many patients, especially elderly ones, struggle with balance after knee surgery. Physiotherapy includes balance training exercises to prevent falls and rebuild coordination.

Amicare’s rehab programs after TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD incorporate balance boards, guided walking sessions, and gait training to make sure patients regain confidence in their movements.

7. Educates Patients for Long-Term Joint Health

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This educational component is a key highlight of the physiotherapy services at Amicare Hospital, making it a top choice for patients seeking TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD. Patients learn how to care for their knee to ensure long-lasting results.

8. Supports Emotional and Psychological Recovery

Physical recovery is just one part of the process. Surgery can be mentally challenging, and physiotherapy helps patients stay positive and motivated through structured routines and visible progress.

At Amicare Hospital, known for compassionate care after TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD, therapists provide emotional support along with physical rehabilitation, contributing to a holistic recovery.

9. Encourages Return to Daily and Recreational Activities

Physiotherapy gradually transitions from basic movements to more complex tasks like climbing stairs, driving, and even returning to sports or hobbies.

With Amicare Hospital’s stepwise recovery plans, patients who undergo TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT SURGERY IN GHAZIABAD can look forward to resuming an active lifestyle safely and confidently.

10. Minimizes the Risk of Revision Surgery

Proper rehabilitation ensures that the knee replacement lasts longer and functions better. Physiotherapy helps avoid complications such as joint instability or misalignment that may require revision surgery.

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How Seasonal Training of Horses Enhances Their Strength and Stamina

Training horses isn’t just about riding them daily—it’s about strategically working with their natural rhythms, environmental changes, and individual needs. One of the most effective and time-tested approaches in equine sports and care is seasonal training. This method involves adjusting a horse's training regimen according to the seasons, not only to keep them fit year-round but also to build long-term strength, stamina, and resilience.

Whether you're preparing a show jumper for a summer competition circuit or keeping your trail companion in peak condition, understanding and implementing seasonal training can make a massive difference.

Let’s explore how seasonal training of horses this strategic approach works and why it’s essential for enhancing your horse's physical performance and overall well-being.

Understanding the Concept of Seasonal Training

Seasonal training aligns a horse’s physical activity with the natural flow of the year. Just like human athletes don’t train the same way year-round, horses benefit from a cyclical approach—periods of building, refining, maintaining, and recovering.

The key training seasons often include:

Spring – Conditioning and rebuilding strength after winter downtime

Summer – Peak performance and competition readiness

Fall – Transition and active recovery

Winter – Rest, rehabilitation, or light work

Each phase focuses on different aspects of fitness, helping prevent overtraining, while promoting longevity and consistency.

Spring: Rebuilding the Foundation

As the weather warms and days get longer, spring marks the beginning of renewed training. Horses coming off a winter break (or reduced workload) need a gradual reconditioning plan.

Focus areas:

Cardiovascular fitness – Introduce hacking, trotting hills, and long trots to build aerobic stamina.

Muscle development – Groundwork, pole work, and hill work help strengthen major muscle groups.

Flexibility and coordination – Stretching exercises and light dressage movements promote suppleness.

This period is critical. Rushing a horse into high-intensity work without proper foundation can lead to injury or burnout. Patience in spring ensures success in the months to follow.

Summer: Peak Performance and Competition Mode

For many riders, summer is competition season. Horses are at their fittest, and training intensifies to maintain performance. At this point, both horse and rider are building on the fitness and skills developed in spring.

Summer training should emphasize:

Stamina maintenance – Regular gallops or interval training.

Skill refinement – Fine-tuning jumping, lateral movements, or transitions.

Routine – Consistency in training while allowing rest between events.

Because of heat, hydration and cooling techniques become essential. Electrolytes, proper shade, and post-workout care help horses perform optimally while avoiding heat stress.

Fall: Transitioning and Active Recovery

As temperatures drop and the competition season winds down, fall becomes a time to transition from peak work into active recovery. It’s an ideal phase to reflect, reset, and plan ahead.

Key components of fall training:

Low-impact workouts – More hacking and light flatwork to maintain fitness without stress.

Rehabilitation – Address any soreness or minor injuries before they escalate.

Mental refresh – Trail rides, turnout, and less structure help prevent mental fatigue.

This is also a great season to introduce new training elements or young horses to new environments, without the pressure of peak performance.

Winter: Rest, Rehab, or Light Work

Depending on your climate and discipline, winter might be a time for a full break or simply a lighter workload. Either way, it’s crucial to adjust your horse’s program to accommodate shorter days, colder temps, and stiffer joints.

Winter priorities include:

Rest and repair – Full or partial turnouts give horses a chance to recover mentally and physically.

Low-intensity work – Groundwork, walk hacks, or indoor lunging can maintain mobility.

Preventing deconditioning – While rest is important, total inactivity can lead to loss of muscle mass and stamina.

Keeping a light winter routine helps your horse bounce back stronger in spring while avoiding the risks of starting from zero.

Building Strength Gradually: The Secret Sauce

Seasonal training is particularly effective in gradually building strength. Each season has a purpose, and when followed properly, horses develop more resilient muscle tone, better cardiovascular capacity, and overall soundness.

Progressive overload in spring and summer (increasing demands slowly)

Active recovery in fall and winter

Cross-training like poles, trail rides, or ground exercises help build different muscle groups

Over time, this method builds a horse that’s fit, balanced, and less prone to injury.

Enhancing Stamina with Periodized Conditioning

Stamina isn’t just about galloping longer—it’s about how efficiently a horse can sustain energy output over time. Seasonal training naturally allows for periodization, a sports science term that refers to varying the intensity and type of workouts throughout the year.

Techniques to build stamina through seasonal training:

Long slow distance rides in spring and fall

Interval training in summer (work-rest cycles to mimic competition demands)

Mental breaks to avoid performance fatigue

By cycling high-intensity work with periods of rest and varied activity, horses build a stronger cardiovascular system and recover faster.

The Bigger Picture: Longevity, Health & Happiness

Ultimately, seasonal training isn’t just about competition—it’s about ensuring your horse is happy, healthy, and sound for years to come. By respecting their natural rhythms, giving their body time to rest and rebuild, and using each season wisely, you can enhance not just physical performance but overall well-being.

Many top riders and trainers swear by this approach because it helps horses:

Avoid burnout and chronic injuries

Stay mentally engaged

Maintain a consistent baseline of fitness

Perform better when it counts

It also allows owners and riders to plan the year with purpose—balancing goals, events, and rest periods to get the most out of their equine athletes.

Conclusion

Seasonal training is more than a schedule—it’s a philosophy that puts the horse’s long-term health and development at the forefront. By adjusting your horse’s routine with the seasons, you can enhance their strength, build real stamina, and create a partnership that stands the test of time.

Whether you're a weekend rider or preparing for elite competition, remember: training smart is just as important as training hard. Seasonal planning is one of the smartest tools in your equestrian toolbox.

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7 Unbelievable Ways Cold-Pressed Black Seed Oil Can Transform Your Skin and Hair

Picture this. Waking up in the morning to radiant, smooth skin rather than blemishes, dry areas, or wrinkles.  It sounds like the perfect skincare solution, doesn't it?  What if we told you that one simple, all-natural product may help you get this exact result?  We are talking about the wonderful black seed oil.

For generations, this powerful oil extracted from Nigella sativa seeds has remained a well-guarded secret.  Black seed oil, renowned for its medicinal characteristics and exceptional capacity to cure various skin conditions, is swiftly becoming a skincare mainstay around the world, particularly in the United Kingdom.  Whether you're battling with acne, ageing skin, dryness, or simply want to improve your complexion, Black Seed Oil for Skin could be the answer you've been waiting for.

In this blog post, we'll look at the 7 remarkable ways Black Seed Oil may alter your skin, the benefits of using cold-pressed Black Seed Oil, and why it's becoming increasingly popular in skincare routines, particularly in the United Kingdom.  By the end of this blog, you'll be convinced that black seed oil belongs in your cosmetic cupboard.

 What is black seed oil, and why is it so effective for skin?

Black seed oil, also known as nigella sativa oil, has been utilised for thousands of years in numerous civilisations for its medicinal benefits.  It's well-known for its capacity to treat a wide range of health and skin conditions, but what makes it unique?

 The allure of black seed oil stems from its complex composition.  It's high in antioxidants, fatty acids, vitamins (including A, B, and C), and essential oils.  These components are what make black seed Oil such a potent skincare solution.  However, not all black seed oil is created equal.  For the finest results, always choose pressed black seed oils.  This procedure ensures that the oil retains all of its nutrients and strong ingredients, resulting in the most potent and effective skin treatment.

Black seed oil in the UK has acquired popularity not just for its historical use but also because it is extremely flexible, providing an all-in-one answer to various skin conditions.  So, let's see how this wonderful oil can benefit your skin.

 1. Black Seed Oil, the Ultimate Acne Fighter

 Let's begin with one of the most frequent skin concerns: acne.  If you've ever struggled with obstinate pimples, blackheads, or hormonal outbreaks, you understand how difficult it can be to find a solution that works.

 In this sense, black seed oil is revolutionary.  It contains thymoquinone, an active ingredient with anti-inflammatory and antibacterial effects.  These components assist in minimising acne-related redness and swelling while also combating the bacteria that produce pimples in the first place.

 When used for acne, Black Seed Oil reduces outbreaks, balances oil production, and promotes faster skin healing.  Simply apply a tiny amount of cold-pressed black seed oil to the problematic areas, and watch as it reduces inflammation and clears blemishes.  Over time, you'll see fewer new pimples and scarring.

 2. Use Black Seed Oil to Treat Wrinkles and Fine Lines.

 Are you seeking a natural solution to reduce fine lines and prevent premature wrinkles?  Black seed oil could become your new hidden weapon.

Black seed oil, which is high in antioxidants such as vitamin E, helps fight free radical damage, which can cause premature ageing.  Black seed oil helps minimise the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines, resulting in smoother, younger-looking skin.  Furthermore, the oil's fatty acids promote skin suppleness, keeping it plump and beautiful.

 Regular usage of cold-pressed black seed oil as part of your anti-ageing routine will help restore a young look to your skin.  Even a few drops massaged into your face at night can have a big effect over time.

 3. Hydrate and nourish dry skin using black seed oil.

 If you have dry or flaky skin, you know how difficult it is to find a moisturiser that genuinely works.  Many moisturisers make your skin feel heavier or trigger breakouts, but black seed oil is different.

 Black seed oil, with its high concentration of fatty acids such as omega-3 and omega-6, helps to hydrate the skin deeply while not clogging pores.  This makes it ideal for both dry and oily skin types since it regulates oil production while still providing essential moisture.

 Cold-pressed black seed oil has nourishing characteristics that make your skin soft, silky, and well moisturised.  Applying black seed oil to dry spots, eczema, or damaged skin will help restore hydration and encourage healing.

 4. Use black seed oil to brighten and even out your skin tone.

 If your skin appears dull or uneven in tone, you are not alone.  Many people suffer from pigmentation concerns, including dark spots and hyperpigmentation caused by acne scars or sun exposure.

 Black seed oil works wonders for brightening and balancing out your skin tone.  The oil's high concentration of vitamins A, B, and C rejuvenates the skin and fades dark spots over time.  Cold-pressed black seed oil provides a high antioxidant combination that protects the skin from further damage, hence preventing further discolouration.

 Incorporating black seed oil into your skincare routine will help you achieve a naturally brighter, more even complexion.  It's a fantastic approach to treat UV damage, hyperpigmentation, and uneven skin tone.

 5. Black Seed Oil for Sensitive Skin Reduces Redness and Inflammation.

 Sensitive skin is commonly associated with a range of issues, including redness, irritation, and even disorders such as eczema and rosacea.  Many people with sensitive skin struggle to find treatments that do not irritate their skin further, but Black Seed Oil is one of the greatest natural remedies for calming and soothing sensitive skin.

 The anti-inflammatory qualities of black seed oil help reduce redness, swelling, and irritation.  It can also help calm illnesses including eczema, psoriasis, and rosacea, relieving itching and irritation.

 Because cold-pressed black seed oil is pure and free of additives, it is ideal for those with sensitive skin.  By massaging a few drops into your skin, you will immediately feel the cooling impact, leaving your skin peaceful and relaxed.

 6. Use Black Seed Oil to combat oily skin and clogged pores.

 It may seem paradoxical to apply oil on oily skin, but Black Seed Oil is ideal for balancing oil production.  Overproduction of sebum in oily skin can cause plugged pores, acne, and dull skin.

 The key to controlling oily skin is to maintain balance.  Black seed oil helps to regulate oil production without creating excess oil, keeping your skin nourished and preventing clogged pores.  When used frequently, it can help reduce the appearance of big pores and keep your skin appearing healthy.

 In the United Kingdom, where many people suffer from oily skin due to environmental reasons, cold-pressed black seed oil has become a popular treatment for regulating shine without causing dryness or irritation.

 7. Use black seed oil to promote healthy hair and scalp.

 Did you know that Black Seed Oil isn't only good for your skin?  It is also great for your hair and scalp.  Many people in the UK are now using black seed oils to promote healthy hair growth, decrease dandruff, and boost scalp health.

 Black Seed Oil's anti-inflammatory and antibacterial characteristics assist in eliminating dandruff and scalp irritation, producing an optimal environment for hair development.  It can also aid in moisturising dry scalp areas and reducing flakiness.

 Simply massage a few drops of cold-pressed black seed oil into your scalp and hair, let it sit for 30 minutes, and then rinse for smoother, healthier hair.  Over time, your hair will become stronger and shinier and experience less dandruff.

 How to Include Black Seed Oil in Your Skincare Routine

 Incorporating black seed oil into your skincare routine is simple and may be done in several ways.  Here are a few pointers on how to use it most effectively:

 • As a spot treatment for acne, apply a drop or two of cold-pressed black seed oil to pimples overnight.

 • Combine black seed oil with honey or yoghurt to make a healthy face mask.  Apply for 10-15 minutes, then rinse for soft, nourished skin.

 • To moisturise and protect your skin, apply black seed oil after cleansing.

 • As a nighttime treatment:  Massage a few drops of cold-pressed black seed oil into your face before bed to wake up with smoother, healthier skin.

 Final Thoughts: Why Black Seed Oil Should Be A Staple in Your Skincare Routine.

 Whether you have acne, dryness, symptoms of ageing, or sensitivity, Black Seed Oil for Skin is the natural treatment you require.  Its numerous advantages, ranging from hydration and acne-fighting capabilities to anti-aging effects, make it an extremely adaptable addition to any skincare program.

 The key to unlocking its full potential is to use cold-pressed black seed oil, which ensures the oil's purity.  Incorporating black seed oil into your skincare routine provides a natural, effective solution that leaves your skin bright, clear, and youthful.

 In the United Kingdom, where cold, dry weather can frequently wreak havoc on our skin, Black Seed Oil is the ideal solution for battling environmental toxins while keeping healthy, glowing skin.  So, why not test it and see how it changes your skin?

 Allow Black Seed Oil to perform its magic, revealing your finest skin yet.

 FAQs on Black Seed Oil for Skin and Hair.

 1. Why is cold-pressed black seed oil excellent for skincare?

 Cold-pressed black seed oil retains all of its natural nutrients, antioxidants, and essential fatty acids, making it the most potent and effective form of the oil for skincare. The cold-pressing process ensures that the oil remains pure while retaining all of its beneficial properties, which are essential for healthy skin and hair.

 2. Does black seed oil assist with acne scars?

 Yes!  Black seed oil has anti-inflammatory and healing qualities that can aid with acne scarring.  Regular application can aid in cell regeneration, fading dark spots, and improving overall skin texture over time.  It works particularly well as a spot therapy for active pimples and scars.

 3. How often should I use black seed oil on my face?

 For best effects, apply Black Seed Oil once or twice daily.  Apply a few drops after cleansing and before moisturising.  If you are using it to treat acne, apply it directly to the afflicted areas.  Use it as a nighttime moisturiser to keep your dry skin hydrated.

 4. Is black seed oil suitable for all skin types?

 Yes, black seed oil is appropriate for all skin types.  It balances sebum production in oily skin and hydrates dry skin deeply.  If you have sensitive skin, always perform a patch test before full application to avoid irritation.

 5. Does Black Seed Oil Promote Hair Growth?

 Black seed oil is known for promoting healthy hair development by feeding the scalp and avoiding dandruff.  Its antifungal and antibacterial characteristics provide a balanced environment for your scalp, potentially promoting stronger, healthier hair.

 6. Is it safe to apply black seed oil on your scalp?

 Absolutely!  Black seed oil is safe for the scalp and can help treat dandruff, reduce inflammation, and promote healthy hair development.  For best results, massage it into your scalp and let it sit for 20 to 30 minutes before rinsing.