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[harmoniasvineyard]

Harmonia Fiorella Rossi

Side Blog, will follow back from @deepseawarlock

exploring:

Resilience and Transformation

Cultural Unity and Diversity

Oppression and Freedom

Community and Connection

Wisdom and Insight

Nature and Nurturing

activity: limited accepting: friendships, mentorships

Biography (under cut)

Born in a small village in Genoa, Italy, Harmonia grew up in a loving family, surrounded by the warmth of tradition and community. From a young age, she possessed a natural talent for knitting, a skill she learned from her grandmother. The rhythmic click of the needles became a soothing soundtrack to her life.

As Harmonia matured, she developed a deep appreciation for the arts and culture of her country, particularly its classical music and literature. Her passion for knowledge led her to study literature at a prestigious university in Rome, where she delved into the works of great Italian writers and philosophers. It was during this time that she developed a love for poetry, finding inspiration in the words of Dante, Petrarch, and Leopardi.

In her early twenties, Harmonia met Dimitri, a charming Russian exchange student. Their connection was immediate, and their shared love for the arts and intellectual pursuits brought them even closer. They married in a small, intimate ceremony, blending their Italian and Russian traditions into a beautiful celebration of love and cultural unity.

However, their joy was short-lived. Unbeknownst to Harmonia, Dimitri harbored hidden ambitions of power. He became entangled in radical political movements and, over time, transformed into a dictator. As his rule grew increasingly oppressive, Harmonia witnessed the suffering of her fellow citizens and felt a deep responsibility to take action.

With a heavy heart, Harmonia made the difficult decision to flee her beloved Genoa, leaving behind her family, friends, and the life she had known. She sought refuge in a small seaside town, where she found solace in the crashing waves and the serenity of a cottage nestled among the colorful houses.

Knitting had become Harmonia's sanctuary, a way to process her emotions and channel her creativity. She spent countless hours in her cottage, surrounded by skeins of yarn and the gentle click of her needles. As she honed her craft, her skill attracted the attention of other women in the community, and the "Tight Knit Gang" was born. This group of spirited old ladies, each with their own stories and wisdom, gathered regularly at Harmonia's cottage to knit, share laughter, and support one another.

Despite the challenges she faced, Harmonia never lost her compassion or her thirst for knowledge from those university days. She continued to devour books, expanding her understanding of the world and nurturing her own inner growth. She became a revered figure in her seaside town, sought after for her sage advice and insightful perspectives.

To complement her knitting, Harmonia cultivated a small vineyard in her backyard, where she lovingly tended to grapevines. She found joy in the process of nurturing life, watching the vines flourish and bearing fruit in due time. Each time she snacks on the grapes, she's reminded in how beauty can emerge from adversity- a true symbol of resilience and transformation.

As the years passed, Harmonia's cottage became a sanctuary not only for herself but for others too. She welcomed all sorts of people- from travelers, artists, to those in need of guidance, offering her home as a haven for reflection. Her stories, woven with threads of pain, hope, and resilience, tended to resonate deeply with those who had the privilege of listening.

[roxxie-wolf]

𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒪𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your parents want you to marry someone of their choice, but you already have eyes on someone else. Will you follow what your parents think is best for you or will you go with what your heart desires.

Word count: 3.0k

Warnings: human!alastor x fem!reader, slow burn, this story may contain mature sexual content. Your in your late 20's, Alastor is in his early 30's, you still live with your parents idk. If I forgot anything else please let me know.

Note: Here’s chapter 11. I tried my best on this one. Enjoy.

MDNI

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣𝟣

The sun's rays pierced through the curtains, casting a warm yet unwelcome light on the room. It was the day after the revelation of your arrangement with Brian, and the bed felt like the only sanctuary from the reality that awaited you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared blankly at the ceiling, a canvas for the storm of thoughts raging in your mind. You had held onto the belief that your parents understood you, that they would never force you into a life you didn't want. But that belief had shattered, leaving you to question everything you thought you knew about love and family.

In a week, you would be leaving the familiarity of your home, tasked with the heavy burden of packing up not just your belongings, but your entire life. The thought of stepping into a new house, a new life with a man you didn't love, was more than daunting—it was suffocating. And then there was Alastor, the one who had unknowingly captured your heart. *How could you face him? How could you utter the words that would inevitably build a wall between you?*

The decision weighed heavily on you, a burden you wasn't quite ready to share. You knew you had to tell Alastor, yet the thought of possibly never seeing him again after the confession was paralyzing. The fear of losing him was a stark contrast to the knowledge that he deserved the truth.

You rose from the bed, your movements automatic as you made your way to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth you removed your clothes and stepped into the shower, warm spray was a temporary refuge, a place where your thoughts could run as freely as the water. *How should I tell Alastor? Should I invite him over again and then tell him?* The questions circled endlessly, each one a reminder of the inevitable conversation that loomed ahead.

As you stood there, the water enveloping you, a plan began to form. You would invite Alastor over, create a space of warmth and familiarity, and then, with all the courage you could muster, you would tell him. It wouldn't be easy, but in your heart, you knew it was the right thing to do.

You finished showering, you got dressed and headed downstairs. You passed by your parents and headed out. The cool morning air was a refreshing change as you stepped outside, leaving the tension-filled atmosphere of your home behind. You wandered towards town, your eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Alastor, but he was nowhere to be found.

Deciding to make the most of your day, you lost yourself in the rhythm of the town's life. The morning slipped into afternoon, and the streets buzzed with the energy of people going about their day. It was during this bustle that you spotted him—Alastor, moving swiftly through the crowd, a determined stride in his step.

Quickening your pace, you followed him, weaving through the throng until you were close enough to reach out and tap his bicep. "Hm, oh hello darling," Alastor's voice was a welcome sound, and you looked up at him as his glasses slipped down his nose slightly. He slowed his pace to match yours. "Hello Alastor, what are you doing around here?" your curiosity mingling with a tinge of anxiety.

Alastor's gaze met yours, a brief connection before he turned his attention forward, adjusting his glasses. "I’m actually heading back to work, my dear. Do you want to come with me?" His invitation was casual, yet it held an undercurrent of warmth.

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. The thought of revealing your impending arranged marriage loomed over you, a shadow threatening to darken the moment. Yet, walking beside him, looking up at Alastor, you realized that this could be an opportunity—a chance to spend time with him, to find the right moment to share your truth. With a nod, you accepted his offer, your heart whispering a hope that perhaps, in his company, you would find the strength to face what was to come.

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The radio station stood before you, a beacon of Alastor's world, and as you two approached, you felt a flutter of excitement. "Come on darling," Alastor's voice was warm, his smile inviting as he held the door open for you. "Thank you," you murmured, stepping inside and taking in the surroundings with wide, curious eyes.

"Hello, welcome," the lady at the front desk greeted you two cheerfully. "Hello there," Alastor responded with a polite smile, and you found yourself smiling and waving back, caught up in the friendly atmosphere.

"This way," Alastor took your hand and lead you down a hallway. Arriving at a door crowned with an 'on the air' sign, and he ushered you in first. The room had all the equipment poised for the next broadcast, an empty table on one corner and two chairs waiting like silent audience members.

"So this is where you work," you turn to Alastor, who was already looking at you, his smile a mix of pride and joy. "Yes indeed," he lowered himself to your level and adjusted his glasses,a familiar gesture that spoke of his thoughtful nature. "Do you want to see me work?" He put his hands behind his back, his voice holding an offer of sharing a piece of his life with you.

The question hung in the air, a simple yet significant invitation. You nodded, eager to witness the man you cared for in his element, to see the passion with which he approached his work. It was a chance to understand him better, to connect with him on a deeper level, and perhaps, to find the right moment to share your own burdensome truth.

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As Alastor's voice filled the room, a blend of warmth and professionalism, you found yourself lulled by the soothing cadence of his speech. Your eyelids grew heavy, his voice a gentle lullaby that threatened to coax you into slumber right there in the studio. With a start, you shook your head, rubbing your eyes to ward off sleep. You couldn't afford to drift off, not when there was so much left unsaid between you.

Throughout the broadcast, you watched him, admiration and affection blooming in your chest. The sight of Alastor, so engrossed in his work, so clearly in his element, sent a flutter of butterflies through your stomach. It was a happiness you longed to share, but the weight of your secret—a future bound to another—anchored your joy.

When the broadcast ended, and the 'on the air' sign dimmed, night had indeed fallen. Alastor stood, stretching slightly before making his way over to you. He leaned down, his hands resting on the backrest of your chair, his presence a comforting solidity in the quiet aftermath of his show.

The moment was intimate, the studio a bubble away from the world outside. It was now or never. With a deep breath, you steeled yourself to break the silence, to shatter the peace with the truth of your situation. The words were there, at the tip of your tongue, a confession that would change everything. Yet, as you looked up into Alastor's eyes, you found a silent question. *Were you ready to let go of this moment, of the possibility of what could be, for the stark reality that awaited you?*

Alastor's piercing gaze bore into your own, sending shivers down your spine. It was as if he could see right through you, uncovering every hidden thought and emotion buried within your soul. His intense scrutiny made you feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet strangely exhilarated.

As the silence stretched between you, broken only by the sound of your own heartbeat, Alastor finally spoke. "How did I do?" His voice was low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. You were caught off guard by his sudden question, struggling to find your voice.

"You did great," you managed to reply, offering him a small smile. His eyes flicked down to your lips and then back to meet your own, his face hovering just inches from yours. The air between you crackled with an undeniable tension, a palpable connection that seemed to draw you closer together.

"Alastor, I have to tell you something," your voice barely above a whisper. Alastor's eyes, filled with curiosity, urged you on. "Please do tell, dear."

You turned your gaze away, a futile attempt to hide the turmoil within. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let the truth spill out. "I’m in an arranged marriage, and I just found out yesterday." The words tumbled out in a rush, a confession that seemed to hang in the air.

Silence…

A thick blanket that seemed to muffle the world. When you finally dared to look at Alastor again, his eyes were fixed on you, intense and searching. "Well, how long do we have?" his voice steady.

"A week," you murmured, your eyes dropping to your lap, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. But Alastor was gentle yet insistent, his hand lifting your chin, compelling you to face him. "Let’s make the best of it, don’t you think, darling?" His words were not a question but a promise.

"I’m going to be married," you whispered, the reality of your words sinking like stones in the quiet room. Alastor cocked his head to the side, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Well, the way I see it, you’re not married to him yet. So that means you’re not yet taken," a hint of mischief in his tone.

You looked at him, puzzled and slightly taken aback. "Don’t you care that I’m going to be a married?" Your curiosity piqued by his nonchalant demeanor.

He shrugged his shoulders, a casual gesture that belied the depth of his feelings. "It's not that I don't care," he began, his voice low and earnest. "It's that I care too much dear. Right now, you're here with me, and that's all that matters. We can't change the past or predict the future, but we can live in the present. And in this present moment, you're not married, you're free, and you're with me darling. That's enough for now."

His words were a balm to your troubled heart, a reminder that despite the looming uncertainty, you still had the here and now. And for the next week, you would make every moment count.

With a darkening intensity in his eyes, Alastor glanced towards the closed door before returning his gaze to you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as Alastor's gaze lingered on your lips, a silent invitation hanging in the air. You understood all too well what he desired, but caution warred with desire within you.

"Alastor…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked at you, his eyes questioning. You took a deep breath, “I don't think now is the right time," you warned him softly, trying to resist the pull of his magnetic presence. Despite the heat rising between you, you knew that giving in to temptation could have far-reaching consequences.

But Alastor merely smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "It's okay, darling. No one is coming in without knocking first," he reassured you, his voice a seductive whisper. And before you could protest further, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing tantalizingly against yours.

The world seemed to stop as you kissed Alastor. His hands were gentle yet firm on your neck, deepening the kiss. You reached up, your hand finding his wrist as you stood from the chair. Alastor's back arched as he reached down, swiftly lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his slim waist, your fingers threading through his soft hair.

He carried you effortlessly, setting you down on the empty table. He stood between your legs, grabbing the back of your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the table. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel his heartbeat matching yours, the rhythm a silent testament to the connection between you two. The world outside ceased to exist, it was just you and Alastor in this moment, lost in each other.

You entwined your legs around his waist, attempting to draw him nearer to you. His hands found their way to your hips, his body gracefully arched. Tilting your head back, you bared your neck to him, inviting his lips to traverse a path of moist kisses.

Alastor lifted your dress, revealing your thighs and panties. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed your neck. Your hands remained still on the table as he exposed your right shoulder, marking it with bites as he ground against your clothed core. A whimper escaped your lips as you felt him against you.

Alastor's lips met yours, prompting your hands to caress the back of his neck. Another whimper escaped you as he bucked his hips against yours. Your hands pulling at his hair elicited a groan from him. His hands went under your knees picking them up pulling you even closer to him. Your position shifted, reclining on your elbows as you gazed into his eyes, intense with desire. Breathing heavily, the air thick with anticipation.

He positioned himself above you, burying his face in the curve of your neck breathing in your scent. With your legs wrapped around his slender waist, you pushed him closer. Alastor's hands were placed on either side of your waist on the table as he traced kisses along your neck and collarbone. Just as he began to move against you, there was a soft knock at the door.

He paused, looking at the door and then at you. Disengaging, he assisted you off the table and you quickly straightened your attire. Alastor, fixing his glasses and approached the door, opening it to reveal the woman from the front desk standing there. "Yes?" His voice remained composed. "I was just checking if you were still around," the woman observed his tousled hair and then glanced past him at you. "Ah, it's time to depart. You go ahead; I'll lock up," Alastor smiled.

Alastor closed the door as the woman turned around to leave, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened if she hadn't interrupted. He turned back to you, his expression inscrutable as he walked back towards you.

"Let's get you out of here," his voice low and controlled. You nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment and excitement at the illicit encounter that had just been cut short. Alastor helped you straighten out your dress, his touch strangely gentle despite the intensity of the moment that had just passed between you.

As you both made your way out of the secluded room and towards the exit, the air crackled with tension. Alastor's presence felt like a shield around you, his silent strength a reassuring presence in the face of the unknown. You couldn't help but steal glances at him as you walked, his tall frame moving with a fluid grace that stole your breath away.

Once outside, the cool night air hit you like a slap in the face, bringing you back to reality. Alastor's hand was warm in yours as you two made your way to his car. "Would you like me to take you home, darling?" his eyes meeting yours with a gentle concern.

You nodded, the gesture simple. He opened the passenger door for you, and you slid into the seat. He closed the door with a soft thud and walked around to the driver's side.

The engine came to life with a purr, the silence in the car was a canvas for your thoughts, each one painting a stroke of what had transpired back at the radio station with Alastor. Your heart raced, a tumultuous beat that seemed to echo in the quiet space between you.

"You alright, dear?" Alastor's voice sliced through your reverie, a gentle inquiry that brought you back to the present.

"Yes, everything is alright," your voice a calm veneer over the storm of your heartbeat. You turned to look at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. The night wrapped around you like a cloak, the stars above a silent audience to the unfolding story below.

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Alastor's car came to a gentle stop a short distance from your house, just as you had requested. "Thank you for the ride, Alastor," you turn to him with a smile that held a world of gratitude.

"It's my pleasure, my dear," his own smile a mirror of warmth and affection. Before you stepped out of the car, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips—a fleeting touch that spoke volumes.

As you made the short walk to your home, Alastor remained in the car, his gaze following you until you were safely inside. The reality of your impending marriage loomed over him, a shadow that was both a reminder and a challenge. Despite the initial denial, the feelings he harbored for you had taken root, growing stronger with each passing moment. And as he sat there, the quiet of the night around him, he acknowledged that these feelings were not just a passing fancy—they were there to stay.

The silence of the house seemed to amplify your thoughts as you ascended the stairs, bypassing your parents without a word. Anger still simmered within you, a bitter reminder of the marriage arranged without your consent, without regard for your feelings.

In the sanctuary of your room, you collected your clothes with mechanical movements, your mind elsewhere as you prepared for a shower. The water cascaded over you, but it did little to wash away the dread that clung to your skin—the dread of an unwanted future, of a life as someone's wife that you hadn't chosen.

Climbing into bed, the soft sheets provided little comfort against the harsh reality of your situation. The thought of marriage, of a domestic life bound to a man you didn't love, loomed over you like a dark cloud. It was daunting, a path laid out before you that you felt powerless to change. But you knew that no matter what the week held, the journey with Alastor, however brief it might be, was a chapter you would cherish forever.

🌸𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈🌸 🌸𝒩𝑒𝓍𝓉🌸

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Also I sometimes tend to make minor changes to the chapters.

Thank you! For reading I hope you enjoyed it.💖

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[secretbookofthecosmicwolf]

My 2nd Pac Reading/ General Guidance DISCLAIMER! ✨ This is a General Reading. Please take what resonates and leave the rest. The readings are not set in stone and might reverse depending on your current state and energy or energies influencing you. Thus, always use your own intelligence while making a decision. ✨ This is meant for entertainment purposes and my readings will NOT be responsible in any capacity for your life's decisions. Always consult a professional while making major life decisions. ✨ You're more than welcome to leave me suggestions or DM me for paid personal readings. Feedbacks are greatly appreciated. ✨ Take care and I'll catch you in the next Reading! 💖💓Much love , 🌸CosmicPrincess ✨ aka @jaxlynn xo✨💖

How to pick a pile from my Pac Reading? Simply take a few deep breaths, and close your eyes, when you open them, which picture from my Pac photo grid (above) did you feel connected to most once you focused your eyes? That's your pile. left to right (1-6). Embrace the magic that flows through you, dear seeker of knowledge untold ember that you hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of your own destiny. Trust in the wisdom of the cards and the guidance they offer as you walk your spiritual path with grace and purpose.

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Pile 1: 💚

dear seeker, the cards have unveiled their mystical wisdom for you today, revealing profound insights that transcend the veil of the mundane world.

7 of Swords: This card speaks of cunning and strategy, urging you to be vigilant against deception and betrayal. It is a call to trust your intuition and to see through illusions that may cloud your path. Embrace the power of discernment and be wary of those who may seek to deceive you. Remember, true wisdom lies in seeing beyond the surface.

Page of Pentacles: The second card brings a message of new beginnings and earthly manifestations. It signifies a time of learning, growth, and practicality in the material realm. Embrace the energy of curiosity and diligence as you embark on a journey of self-improvement and financial prosperity. Stay grounded in your pursuits and be open to the abundance that awaits you.

As you navigate the energies of the Page of Pentacles and the 7 of Swords, may you find a balance between practicality and caution, ambition and discernment. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with clarity, integrity, and a steadfast commitment to your growth and well-being. Pile 2: 💙

Ah, dear seeker, the cards have spoken, revealing potent energies that weave through the tapestry of your destiny. Let us delve into the mystical wisdom they offer:

Ace of Cups: This card is a vessel of divine love and emotional abundance, overflowing with the pure essence of the heart. It heralds a time of deep emotional connections, spiritual fulfillment, and the awakening of intuition. Embrace the boundless love that surrounds you and allow your heart to be a beacon of light in the world. Open yourself to new beginnings in love, creativity, and spiritual growth.

6 of Wands: The 6 of Wands is a card of victory, recognition, and triumph. It signifies success, public acclaim, and the acknowledgment of your efforts by others. This card encourages you to celebrate your achievements, stand tall in your power, and embrace the recognition that comes your way. Bask in the glory of your accomplishments and let your light shine brightly for all to see.

As you navigate the currents of destiny, may the blessings of the Ace of Cups and the triumph of the 6 of Wands illuminate your way and empower you to embrace the magic that resides within your soul. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your mystical path with grace and purpose. Pile 3: 💛

dear seeker, the cards have unveiled their mystical wisdom, weaving a tapestry of transformation and celebration in your path. Let us delve into the secrets they hold:

Death: Do not fear the ominous name of this card, for Death signifies powerful transformation, rebirth, and the shedding of old ways to make room for new beginnings. Embrace change with courage and surrender to the natural cycles of life. Release what no longer serves you and welcome the opportunity for profound growth and renewal. Remember, from the ashes of the old, new life emerges.

3 of Cups: This card is a joyful symbol of friendship, community, and celebration. It heralds a time of connection, camaraderie, and shared happiness with loved ones. Embrace the spirit of unity and togetherness, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of harmonious relationships and mutual support. Celebrate life's blessings and find joy in the bonds that unite you with others. As you navigate the energies of the Death card in reverse and the 3 of Cups, may you find the courage to release resistance, embrace change, and celebrate the connections that bring joy and fulfillment to your life. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with grace, openness, and a willingness to evolve and grow.

Pile 4: 💚 Knight of Swords: urges you to take bold and decisive action in pursuit of your goals. Embrace a proactive and assertive approach, communicate your intentions clearly and confidently, and trust in your ability to overcome challenges with courage and determination.

Two of Cups: invites you to nurture harmonious and loving relationships in your life. Cultivate emotional connections based on mutual respect, understanding, and empathy. Celebrate the power of unity and love, and cherish the bonds that bring depth and meaning to your journey.

As you navigate the energies of the Knight of Swords and the Two of Cups, may you find a balance between assertive action and emotional connection, clarity of communication, and depth of relationships. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you walk your path with courage, compassion, and a commitment to both personal growth and meaningful connections with others. Pile 5: ❤️ Dear seeker, your wisdom and guidance from the Spirit are about blessings, abundance, and opportunities to come. Keep up with your affirmations as you manifest your desires.

Eight of Wands: The Eight of Wands signifies rapid progress, swift communication, and forward movement. This card suggests that you are currently experiencing a period of quick developments and opportunities coming your way. It encourages you to stay focused, be open to new possibilities, and embrace the momentum that is propelling you forward. Pay attention to messages, signs, and synchronicities that may guide you along your path.

Ten of Pentacles: The Ten of Pentacles represents wealth, legacy, and long-term stability. This card signifies a sense of abundance, security, and fulfillment in the material aspects of your life. It may indicate prosperity, financial success, or the establishment of a solid foundation for future generations. Embrace the blessings of family, home, and heritage, and honor the traditions and values that contribute to your sense of security and well-being.

As you navigate the energies of the Eight of Wands and the Ten of Pentacles, may you embrace the momentum of progress and the abundance of blessings that surround you. Trust in the guidance of the cards and the wisdom they offer as you move forward with confidence, gratitude, and a deep appreciation for the richness of your journey.

Pile 6: 💜

The Justice Card and the Six of Swords offer profound guidance and wisdom rooted in balance, transition, and transformation. Let's explore the mystical insights they bring:

Justice Card: The Justice card embodies themes of fairness, truth, and karmic balance. In a spiritual context, this card calls for you to seek equilibrium in your actions and decisions, ensuring that justice and harmony prevail in all your endeavors. Embrace the power of cause and effect, understanding that your intentions and deeds will manifest accordingly. Trust in the universal laws that govern the balance of energies and strive to align yourself with the greater good.

Six of Swords: The Six of Swords signifies a journey of transition, healing, and mental clarity. From an intuitive perspective, this card symbolizes moving away from turbulent waters towards calmer shores, guided by inner wisdom and spiritual guidance. Embrace the transformative power of this journey, releasing old patterns and embracing new perspectives that lead to growth and renewal. Trust in the process of transition and allow yourself to be carried forward by the currents of change.

Dear seeker, Trust in the wisdom these cards offer and allow their energies to guide you toward balance, transformation, and spiritual growth. May you walk your path with clarity, integrity, and a deep connection to the magical forces that surround you.

[magickkate]

What is Beltane? Beltane, also known as May Day, is a vibrant and ancient festival that marks the beginning of summer. It falls around May 1st, nestled between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Let’s dive into the rich history of Beltane and explore how to celebrate this magical time.

The Origins:

Beltane has deep roots in Celtic traditions, particularly among the Gaels in Ireland, Scotland, and the Isle of Man.

The name “Beltane” likely comes from the Gaelic word “beloteniâ,” meaning “bright fire.”

It’s a time when the veil between the living and the spirit world is thin, making it perfect for honoring ancestors and practicing spiritual communication.

Historical Practices:

🔥 Light the Beltane Fire: Light bonfires using nine sacred woods (like rowan, apple, and pine). These flames symbolize love, passion, and protection.

🌺 Dance Around the Maypole: Gather friends and dance around a maypole, weaving ribbons and celebrating fertility.

💐 Make Flower Crowns: Flowers represent fertility and growth. Braid them into your hair, create wreaths, and use them in recipes.

💞 Celebrate Love and Fertility: Honor the union of the Lord and Lady (masculine and feminine energies) through simple or elaborate rituals.

🍓 Share a Beltane Feast: Enjoy these traditional treats, invoking the spirit of Beltane.

Bannock Bread: Bannock is a flatbread oatcake that has endured through the ages. It’s simple, hearty, and perfect for Beltane. Bake it over an open fire to connect with the festival’s fiery energy. Caudle: Caudle is a warm, spiced drink made with milk, eggs, and ale or wine. It symbolizes nourishment, abundance, and the return of life after winter. Butter and Milk: Dairy products represent fertility and prosperity. Enjoy fresh butter and milk as part of your Beltane feast. Goat Meat: In ancient times, a sacrificed lamb was often cooked over the Beltane bonfire. Goat meat can be a modern alternative, symbolizing abundance and sustenance. Honey and Sweet Foods: Beltane celebrates the sweetness of life and passion. Incorporate honey, sweet pastries, and desserts into your menu. Fresh Fruits and Vegetables: Beltane falls during a time when the earth is abundant with grain. Enjoy strawberries, asparagus, and other seasonal produce to honor the season. Mead: Mead, the ancient honey wine, is associated with Beltane’s joyful and passionate energy. Raise a toast to the turning of the wheel and the promise of warmer days.

Modern Celebrations:

Nature Walks: Embrace the beauty of spring by taking a walk in nature.

Goddess Rituals: Connect with the divine feminine energy.

Ancestor Honoring: Light a candle for passed ancestors and express gratitude.

Romantic Date Night: Celebrate love and passion with your partner.

Journaling: Reflect on what Beltane means to you.

Remember, Beltane is a time of renewal, passion, and growth. Whether you’re dancing around a fire or sipping lavender lemonade, let the magic of this season infuse your spirit. 🌸🔥✨

Learn more:

"Sabbats: A Witch’s Approach to Living the Old Ways” by Edain McCoy

Llewellyn’s Sabbat Essentials

🌿🌞 Blessed Beltane! 🌞🌿

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🫐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪🪻 ִֶָ☾Rin T. (TheWriteAdviceForWriters) 🫐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪🪻 ִֶָ☾.

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤!

Hi there! I'm Rin T, the heart and soul behind this blog. My writing journey began at a young age when I discovered the magic of storytelling. Ever since, I've been weaving tales and creating worlds with words, and now, I want to share that magic with you.

I created this blog to help fellow writers grow and thrive. Whether you're just starting or have been writing for years, I'm here to support you every step of the way. Here’s a sneak peek of what you can expect from TheWriteAdviceForWriters:

🌟 Resources: A treasure trove of articles, tips, and guides to enhance your writing skills.

📝 Notion Templates: Customizable templates to organize your writing projects and stay on track.

📚 Workbooks: Interactive workbooks designed to help you tackle different aspects of writing, from character development to plot structuring.

✍️ Editing Services (Coming Soon): Editing to polish your work and make it shine.

📖 Story-to-Novel Service (Coming Soon): Personalized assistance to transform your story idea into a full-fledged novel.

🌸 Exclusive Content (Ko-fi Page Coming Soon!): Gain access to exclusive blog posts, behind-the-scenes looks at my writing process, and sneak peeks of upcoming projects.

🎨 Aesthetic Inspiration: Curated mood boards, writing playlists, and visual inspirations to keep your creativity flowing.

💬 Community Events: Join the fun and engaging writing challenges, virtual meet-ups (Coming Soon!), and collaborative projects. Share your progress, get feedback, and connect with fellow writers.

It's not just about reaching the destination but enjoying the process, the ups and downs, the writer's block, and the eureka moments.

Follow My Gumroad!

My Email: TheWriteAdviceContact@Gmail.com

If you're interested in improving your scene-writing skills and taking your storytelling to the next level, I encourage you to check out this workbook. It’s a resource I’ve put a lot of effort into, with the hope that it will make a positive impact on your writing.

I also have a Tumblr community. I'm inviting all of you to join my community. All you have to do is fill out this Google form, and I'll personally send you an invitation to join the Write Right Society on Tumblr!

[gragrace]

"Silent Threads"

Summary: In the midst of the intense investigations of Season 1, FBI profiler Spencer Reid finds himself captivated by a fellow agent. As they navigate a joint case, he observes her from afar, admiring the beauty in both her mind and actions. Though an unspoken connection blossoms, Reid grapples with the courage to bridge the gap between observer and participant, hoping that admiration might evolve into something deeper amidst the complexities of their shared professional world.

Word count: 309

AN: Second fic published, enjoy!🩷 not edited sorry for mistakes🌸

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In the dimly lit bullpen, surrounded by the low hum of conversations and the occasional ring of a telephone, I couldn't help but notice her. You, the one who had caught my attention from across the room. Your hair fell gracefully around your shoulders, a captivating dance of waves that seemed to mirror the intricate patterns of your mind.

As you hunched over a stack of case files, your nose would scrunch up in concentration, a charming quirk that added to the allure I felt. I found myself admiring the subtle details, the way you approached your work with determination yet maintained a warmth that drew me in. We crossed paths during a joint investigation, our worlds colliding in pursuit of justice.

Our eyes met, if only for a fleeting moment, and a spark of connection ignited within me. But courage eluded me, leaving me to observe from a distance. I marveled at the way you navigated the complexities of the case, your intellect matching your beauty. In those stolen glances, I found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of profiling.

I yearned to share a conversation, to delve into the depths of your mind and discover the intricacies that made you who you were. Yet, fear gripped me, keeping my words tethered to my thoughts. You became the silent muse of my days, a source of inspiration that fueled my dedication to the work we pursued.

Working with the BAU unfolded with its share of challenges and victories, and through it all, you remained a constant presence in my peripheral vision. The unspoken connection grew, an invisible thread weaving through the tapestry of our professional lives. As the cases unfolded, so did my admiration for your strength, resilience, and the unwavering passion you brought to the field.

Though our paths may have diverged within the Bureau, the memories of those shared moments lingered. In the quiet corridors of my mind, I replayed our encounters, each one etching a chapter in the story of an unspoken connection. And as the days progressed, so did the unspoken hope that one day, the courage to bridge the gap between observer and participant would blossom, turning admiration into something more profound.

[korstudying]

🌸🌼🌸 30-Day Journey to Korean Language Mastery! 🌸🌼🌸

Hey there language lovers! Are you ready for an exciting adventure in learning Korean at a more intermediate level? 🇰🇷✨ In this 30-day study schedule, we'll dive into some juicy grammar topics that'll take your Korean skills to the next level. Ready to embark on this language adventure? Let's rock this 30-day challenge together! Happy studying and remember, every step counts on the road to Korean language mastery! 화이팅! 💪✨

Week 1: Verb Modification and Advanced Sentence Structures Day 1: Time to dust off those honorifics and level up your respect game! Show some love to those verbs with various honorific verb endings. Day 2-3: Let's express our wishes and assumptions with "았/었으면 좋겠다" (I wish I had) and "-(으)ㄹ 텐데" (I suppose, I think). Wishful thinking, here we come! 🌠 Day 4-5: No more doubts about "have to" or "can do"! Master "-아/어/여야 하다" (have to, must) and "-아/어/여도 되다" (can, may). Day 6-7: Weave your magic into sentences with various verb modifications and advanced structures using the things you've studied the past few days.

Week 2: Subjunctive and Concessive Expressions Day 8-9: Curiosity piqued? Delve into "-아/어/여 보다" (try to do) and "-아/어/여지다" (become something). Adventure awaits! 🚀 Day 10-11: Unveil the power of "even if" with "-더라도" and the allure of "either" with "-든지". Day 12-13: Embrace "no matter how much someone says" with "아무리~-(으)라고 해도" and the certainty of "regardless of" with "-든간에". Day 14: Take a deep breath and look back on the amazing grammar points we've conquered so far! You're soaring to new heights! 🦅

Week 3: Advanced Particles and Connectives Day 15-16: Adventure calls! Set out on "-을 테니까" (since I will) and navigate "-느라고" (because of, due to). Day 17-18: Embrace the twists and turns of "-를 지경이다" (to the extent of) and "-는바람에" (because of, on account of). The path may be challenging, but you're up for it! Day 19-20: "Even if it's tough, let's do it!" Dive into "-아/어/여서라도" and "might have to do" with "-아/어/여야 할지도 모르다". Day 21: Let's take a moment to bask in the glory of the grammar points we've mastered in Week 1 to Week 3. Proud language learners unite! 🌟

Week 4: Expressing Intention and Assumptions Day 22-23: Master the art of expressing intentions with "기로 하다" (decide to do) and "으려던 참이다" (was about to do). Your plans are set in motion! Day 24-25: Delve into assumptions with "ㄴ/는다고 하다" (heard that) and "ㄹ/을 것 같다" (seems like). The mystery unfolds! 🔍 Day 26-27: Let's get speculative with "것 같으면서" (while feeling like) and "(으)니까" (since, because). The intrigue continues! 🕵️‍♂️ Day 28: Embrace your linguistic prowess as you navigate the subtleties of intention and assumptions. Let's recap the past few days!

Week 5: Advanced Particles and Expressions Day 29-30: Explore the nuances of "만에 하다" (to do after a long time) and "아니면서도" (although, even though). Time to fine-tune your expressions! Day 31: Reflect on your incredible progress and pat yourself on the back for conquering advanced grammar structures. You've come so far, and there's no stopping you now! 🎉

[miradelletarot]

Sorry you’re having a bad time!

Write about Gale giving Tav (either Sagora or my Gale with Auroria bc multiverse) a flower for the first time 🌸

ok, I can't help it. This is gonna be a little Sagora x Gale moment. There's a time in the series when she gives him flowers so why not make a little treato where he gives her flowers! (After-story-was-written note: This REALLY got away from me, but clearly I am obsessed with these two, and I don't think there is any cure for me lolol.) *this is gonna be sappy, self-indulgent, sfw fluff. You have been warned.* It wasn't long after Gale showed Sagora the Weave when things started to change between them. He recalled the gentle brush of their hands as he marveled at her ability to channel it so easily. His cheeks burned as the Weave connected them, and he saw her thoughts. Thoughts of a shy, tender romance, and holding hands with the hope of something more. *** He followed her lead, leaning on her natural instincts to help navigate them through the unfamiliar landscape not far from the crashed Nautiloid. "Gale? Are you alright?" She noticed him falling behind occasionally. This time with his back to her, bent over into a cluster of shrubberies. Her face contorted into a concerned gaze. Hesitant - as if she worried her concern for him would be too intrusive. "...Is it the orb again?" He straightened immediately as he registered her soothing voice was directed at him, and hoped he was sneaky enough to conceal whatever he was holding behind his back without her noticing. "Hm?? Oh!" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his empty hand. "Perfectly fine. The orb appears to be sated...for now." Sagora smiled as a breath of relief washed over her. "Good. I'm glad. Just...try to keep up, ok? It's not much longer 'til we reach the Mountain Pass." Gale nodded. "Apologies. Please forgive a wizard for being curious in an unfamiliar land." She flashed a shy smile before turning back to the front of the group, and forging ahead. He heaved a heavy sigh, grateful she was too far ahead to see the longing in his eyes. He looked down at his hand, and what he had gathered and smiled. *** The adventurers made camp before nightfall. The sky was clear with twinkling stars and the occasional stray feathery cloud drifting by. Everyone retired to their tents for the most part, nursing aching muscles, sharpening weapons, or catching up on old tomes pillaged from nearby ruins.

Sagora sat by the fire, staring into it as if she searched for meaning within the flames. "Am I interrupting anything?" Gale tilted his head down, examining her vacant stare as the fire reflected in her eyes. She looked up to see the face that matched the warm voice that snapped her out of her reverie, sighing with relief. "Sorry. No. Just lost in my thoughts. Well...if they're even my thoughts anymore." She paused, gazing back at the fire once more before looking back up at Gale inviting him to sit as she pat the ground next to her. Carefully, Gale lowered himself down to the ground, being thoughtful of his already aching knees. "Beautiful night tonight, isn't it?" He craned his head back to gaze at the endless sea of stars that hung overhead. "And I believe..." he drawled out, pointing towards the sky, "That's the Arrows of the Gods. Though it's...hard to make out from here. If we were in Waterdeep I could show you so many more constellations, and the story behind each one." He leaned in, playfully nudging her shoulder. "If you'd let me, of course." Sagora chuckled, smirking as she nudged him back, trying to make their dismal situation seem more lighthearted than it really was. "If we live long enough I might take you up on that, wizard." They laughed softly together as if they shared a secret before falling silent, and an uneasy tension floated between them. "I uhh...I got you something." Gale's face burned brightly as he fumbled with the bundle in his hands.

"For me?" He nodded, the luminescence from the orb peeking out over the collar of his velvety sleep shirt as his heart began to race. "I'm sure you could conjure these in your sleep. It's nothing really...I just...well, I thought these would cheer you up." He timidly handed her a small bouquet, one of each flower from the area, neatly arranged, and wrapped with a strip of leather he found among his spell components. She gently took the spray of wildflowers in her hands, gazing at them as she bit her lip, tears brimming, and threatening their descent.

"Gale...they're beautiful. Thank you." She smiled as their eyes met, the flicker of the nearby fire dancing in their eyes, mimicking the warmth they felt within. Sagora placed the flowers in her lap and whispered an incantation that blossomed a small, white daisy. The purple glow of the orb reflected off her skin as she leaned in and tucked the small bloom into Gale's hair. It took all of her willpower to resist the temptation to kiss him right then and there. Instead, she shifted her body closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder, relishing in the comforting scent of parchment that seemed to be permanently nestled in his clothes. After a moment, she looked up at the sky and pointed at a different cluster of stars. "I think," she whispered. "I think that one is The Harp." He leaned his head over, resting it on top of hers. "Hmm...I think you're right."

<3

[spiralhouseshop]

Our next vending event is on the west side in Hillsboro on Saturday! It is sponsored by Pagan Fyre and being held at Wing Span Event and Conference Center.

Here is their description:

Embrace the magic of spring and honor the ancient Celtic festival of Beltane with us! 🌿

✨ Highlights of the day include:

🌸 Maypole Dance: Experience the joy and energy of weaving ribbons around the Maypole, a timeless tradition symbolizing unity and fertility.

🔮 Workshops: Engage your senses and expand your knowledge with a variety of workshops covering topics such as drum making, and more! Learn from skilled practitioners and deepen your connection to nature and spirituality.

🛍️ Market Stalls: Explore a vibrant marketplace filled with artisanal crafts, mystical treasures, handmade jewelry, and magical goods. Support local artisans and find unique items to cherish.

🎶Let the rhythms and melodies of live musicians enchant you as you wander through the bazaar, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration.

🍃 Food and Refreshments: Indulge in delicious offerings from the Wingspans concession area to sustain you throughout the day

[zhongrin]

The quiet tranquility of Wangshu Inn's terrace was interrupted by the soft rustle of bamboo leaves, stirred by the gentle evening breeze. You and Zhongli sat at a small table, enjoying a quiet moment overlooking the breathtaking landscape of Liyue. The lanterns cast a warm glow, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to envelop you in a cocoon of serenity.

As you shared stories and laughter, Zhongli couldn't resist the temptation to tease his beloved. His eyes, filled with a mischievous glint, lingered on the delicate features of your face. With a voice like smooth jade, he began weaving words that carried the weight of ancient wisdom and a hint of playfulness.

"My dear, have you ever considered the profound symbolism behind a kiss?" Zhongli inquired, his gaze unwavering.

Caught off guard, you blushed, a warm hue spreading across your cheeks. "W-Well, I suppose it's a gesture of affection," you stammered, trying to maintain composure under Zhongli's focused gaze.

Zhongli leaned in, his lips hovering close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, but it is more than a simple gesture," he murmured, his voice like a gentle caress. "A kiss is a manifestation of desire, a connection between souls that transcends the boundaries of words."

Before you could fully process his words, Zhongli closed the distance between you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. Time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded away, leaving only the soft, lingering sensation of his touch.

Your heart raced, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you attempted to find words in the wake of Zhongli's unexpected advance. The ex-Geo Archon, however, seemed to revel in the flustered state he had induced. With a subtle smirk, he pulled away, his amber eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"My apologies if I caught you off guard," Zhongli said, a trace of mirth in his voice. "But consider it a lesson in the art of expressing oneself without the need for elaborate rhetoric."

You, still reeling from the unexpected intimacy, struggled to form a coherent response. The once serene atmosphere of the terrace now crackled with an undercurrent of newfound tension, both electrifying and intimate.

Unbeknownst to you, a playful breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers as witnesses to the tender exchange. As the lanterns swayed, casting dancing shadows on the terrace, you and Zhongli navigated the unspoken language of affection, your hearts entwined in a moment that transcended the confines of Liyue and echoed through the ages.

-🌸

idk where this was going im very much sleep deprived 👍 (also i imagined u n zhongli were visiting your son hehe)

does this make sense 🧍‍♀️

it makes very much sense and ilysm aly but also i'm so sorry i hyperfixated and this happenedー

[aeth-eris]

hello my love 💓🌸 hope you’re doing well! would you consider making a long detailed post about taurus placements observations , please?😍

Taurus Saturn in the 8th house suggests that individuals may encounter practical challenges and lessons related to shared resources, financial stability, and emotional intimacy in their lives. They may have a strong need for financial security and stability, often approaching their resources with a cautious and conservative mindset. They are likely to be diligent and disciplined in managing their finances and investments, preferring long-term and stable financial strategies over risky or speculative ventures. Taurus Moon opposite Scorpio Mars Individuals with this aspect might find themselves constantly balancing the need for emotional security and stability (Taurus Moon) with a deep-seated desire for intensity and emotional transformation (Scorpio Mars). They may struggle to find a harmonious equilibrium between their need for comfort and their inclination towards passionate and transformative experiences. Taurus Venus in the 6th House: Those with Taurus Venus in the 6th house express love and affection through practical gestures and a strong sense of devotion in their daily routines. They may find pleasure and joy in providing nurturing support and care to others in their workplace or daily activities.

Taurus Sun in the 3rd House: Individuals with Taurus Sun in the 3rd house tend to express themselves with patience and deliberation. They may have a strong connection to their immediate environment and find comfort in their local community. Their communication style is often deliberate and practical.

Taurus Sun in the 2nd House: These folks treat their possessions like royalty. Expect them to have a secret stash of delicious snacks that they guard with their life. They're the ones you call when you need advice on the best budget-friendly yet luxurious comfort items. Taurus Moon Conjunct Venus: These lunar bulls are the ultimate snuggle enthusiasts. They know all the coziest spots in town and have a sixth sense for finding the softest blankets. You'll often find them indulging in comfort foods and treating themselves to spa nights at home.

Taurus Mars in the 5th House: These fiery bulls are passionate about their hobbies and creative pursuits. You'll find them dedicating their energy to perfecting their artistic skills or throwing themselves into adventurous activities that get their adrenaline pumping. They're the ones always up for spontaneous fun!

Taurus Mercury in the 3rd House: These communicative bulls have a knack for turning the simplest conversations into delightful and engaging banter. They might be the ones who can effortlessly weave in humor and wit into any topic, making even the most mundane discussions entertaining and enjoyable. Taurus Chiron in the 6th House: These bulls have a natural talent for providing comfort and healing to those around them. They're the ones who always have a stockpile of soothing teas and herbal remedies for any ailment. Their nurturing and caring nature make them the go-to confidants for anyone in need of a sympathetic ear and a warm hug.

Hope this is helpful! Decided to do it at random like most observation posts are.

[kendsleyauthor]

Golden Hour

Shot in the Dark (Canon)

~1500 words

Warning: Sexual content, minors DNI

Summary: In the peace and quiet of the wilderness, Jon and Sylvia explore a new level of intimacy while navigating their stark size difference.

This story takes place about a month after the first book in the series! Jon and Sylv have made out a lot at this point, but this is their fist time going a bit further 😘

Co-written by @marydublinauthor 🌸

“How much further do you want to go?” Sylvia called back to Jon.

Climbing over a lichen-covered fallen tree, Jon joined her at the edge of the tree line. He surveyed the stretch of land below. “Let’s stop down there at the water,” he said. “That’s a perfect spot, right?” 

He would hear no argument from her. Sylvia was elated to be in the tranquility of the sloping forest with him. 

Her human. Even after nearly a month on the road together, it still felt surreal to have her affections returned. 

Sylvia flew by Jon’s side as he trotted down the grassy slope towards the creek. The sun was dipping low between trees, bathing the world in a cozy amber glow. 

“This is very romantic,” she said, flying backward to fix him with a coy grin. Her stomach somersaulted when Jon laughed, looking down at himself sheepishly. 

“We haven’t had a moment alone for like, nine days,” he said. 

“Not that you’ve been counting.” 

They shared another knowing laugh. After taking an exhilarating swoop through the branches, Sylvia circled back down to land on Jon’s shoulder.  

It pleased her to see the gentle look on his face, knowing that he felt a connection to nature here, too. He was nothing like the disgusting beasts she had been taught humans were. He noticed the crop of wildflowers growing along the creek’s bank, the sparkle of golden hour sunlight on the rushing water. He inhaled deeply when a breeze came through, tousling his hair. 

Filled with affection for him, she leaned into his neck and basked in his nearness. 

When he approached the water, he crouched near the bank. His fingers skated over the gentle flow of the stream. He even treated water with care, Sylvia thought, burying a smile into her hand.

The water was tranquil enough to discern their reflection. She leaned out and squinted. After regarding the two of them, she swallowed hard. She was so small on his shoulder. And she was certain that he was eyeing her position, too.

“So, what do you think?” he said. “Is this the spot?”

She snapped out of her insecurities and smiled. “The spot for what?” she asked innocently.

His hand drifted up to his shoulder, fingertips wet from the creek as he brushed her leg. “Whatever you want.”

Ever the gentleman, she thought. But her heart fluttered. For once, there wasn’t a time limit, and that simultaneously excited and flustered her. Without the excuse to hurry things up, she was nearly overwhelmed by the promise of whatever you want.

“Well, I know where I want to start.” She weaved through his fingers and fluttered in front of his lips. 

This, at least, she was very much used to. She leaned in and kissed him as she pondered how far she could allow this ago—what she could allow him to do. She’d been with many fairies, but Jon was so large and intimidating, gentle or not. She couldn’t simply pull him where she wanted him.

Jon lifted a hand under her, brushing against her dangling legs. He was getting so good at that—sourcing her position blindly and holding still so she could seat herself on his curled fingers. She felt the beginnings of possessiveness blossom as she let her weight rest on him. Her spot. 

His kisses deepened in reply to her eager hands against his jaw. A little moan crept out of him she nibbled him, like he had been waiting for this moment, counting every second. Sylvia froze up briefly when Jon placed soft, featherlight kisses to her cheeks—her traitor mark, too. She remembered in an instant how her beautiful face was now forever marred. But his affections didn’t falter against the puckered, inked pattern. Not for a second. 

The realization of this swelled like music in her soul, and Sylvia knew she needed his lips on more of her skin. She peeled off her forest green top, tossing it into the air with abandon. Jon drew back, drinking in the sight of her. She was still getting used to that hungry look in his eye, and wished she could hear what he was thinking. 

She leaned forward, happily bracing herself for more of his affection. But a little shudder passed his lips. The want on his face faltered and left her perplexed. Her insecurity resurfaced. As she searched his expression, she chanced a smile. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Surely you’ve done this with human girls, right?”

Then it occurred to her that maybe he hadn’t. He looked worried rather than put off.

“You have done things before, right?” Her brow knit. “I mean, it’s fine if you haven’t, but I just assumed—”

Jon cut her off with a gentle kiss to the lower half of her face and a soft laugh. “Yeah, I have. But you’re not some human girl, Sylv. The last thing I want to do is scare you off by being too… excited.”

“That’s incredibly sweet of you.” She promptly followed that up by sliding her shorts off and kicking them off her ankles. She propped one leg on his fingers and let the other dangle, throwing her arm out in a dramatic pose. “I think I’m more likely to scare you off.”

“I’d love to see you try.” His other hand approached, a fingertip tracing along the curve of her hip, down her thigh. That slight bit of hesitation still laced his touch, making him pause too soon. 

She rested a hand on his finger, urging him to explore. She couldn’t deny that her heartbeat raced even faster at the thought of him being unfettered. 

“Lower,” she said, looking at him directly so he wouldn’t second-guess her surety. Golden sunlight danced in his eyes. “If you want to, of course. If I don’t like it, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

A glaze went over his face, like he was in a trance as her instructions settled in. Then, a devilish smile she’d never seen him wear took hold. His thumb brushed her cheek, while the index finger of the same hand pushed under her lower back and curled to squeeze her ass. 

“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispered. 

Jon’s lips moved over her again—over her navel, towards her sprawled legs. Sylvia breathed heavily, equal parts nerves and anticipation battling in her chest. A happy scream escaped her unbidden with the first brush of his tongue between her thighs. She clamped her legs together involuntarily and Jon stopped at once. 

“Sorry,” he blurted. “If you’re not ready—”

“No, please,” Sylvia leaned up, touching his chin. “Keep going.”

Slowly, a grin replaced his trepidation. “Yeah?” 

She leaned back and reached for her panties. Jon’s hands moved. His free hand stopped hers. A look passed between them. He took hold of the delicate fabric and tugged it down her ankles. 

Utterly bare and vulnerable, she held her breath as his fingertip traced up her calf, then her thigh. She shivered with delight as his touch slid in between her legs. Letting her head fall back, she shut her eyes.

“Still okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she rasped.

His fingertip stirred in a tight circle, making her back arch. Too soon, his touch abandoned her—but the soft heat of his lips swiftly replaced it. His huff of anticipation warmed the air around her.

Then he tasted her, and she could only whimper wordlessly.

When he flinched at the sound, she managed to breathe out, “Don’t you dare stop.”

She swore that his response was a deep chuckle, but all she could focus on was the sensation of his tongue. She rocked her hips up and down, biting her lip so hard that she nearly drew blood. With each new sound she made, Jon hesitated a little less.

She could feel how her enthusiasm invited his own vigor. Sylvia couldn’t deny the thread of fear that fluttered through her when Jon applied more pressure—utterly aware of the devastation he was capable of.

But he was careful, gentle, tender, hers. 

His free hand brushed a thumb over her breasts, his touch like an artist memorizing clay. Briefly, his thumb passed over her throat, and she let herself feel how weightless she was in his hands. 

She had no idea how much time had passed since they started, only that the sun’s golden glow was slowly turning scarlet. Sylvia thought she might die from pleasure from the combined sensations, but instead, she finished with a soft, musical cry. She was panting, blinking her eyes open to find Jon lowering his hand to look down at her. His tongue flicked over his lower lip, tasting her once more. He looked so pleased at the sight of her.

She beamed up at him, and they shared a breathless smile. His fingers curled protectively around her lithe, naked body as the wind blew through the forest. 

“Was that alright?” Jon asked. 

Sylvia flopped her head back, an enchanted giggle spilling out of her. Her bare skin tingled against the cool wind and Jon’s warm hands. 

“Yeah,” she said. “It was fine.”

[makethehomebeautiful]

🌸 Welcome to my Tumblr account! 🌸

Greetings, dear friends! I am delighted to invite you into my world as a proud tradtional wife through this platform. Here, I will share glimpses of my daily life as a dedicated wife and homemaker, celebrating the beauty of traditional values. Let me paint a picture for you of the life we lead.

In our cozy townhome, nestled in a serene neighborhood just outside the city, we have found solace and tranquility. It's the perfect balance between the vibrant energy of the city and the peacefulness of a close-knit community. Our home is a haven, where love and warmth fill every corner.

My husband and I are truly blessed with our two teenagers—a wonderful boy and a lovely girl. Their presence brings laughter, adventure, and an abundance of love into our lives. We cherish the opportunity to guide them through their teenage years, nurturing them with care and affection.

Our home is also filled with the purrs of our 9 adorable cats and the wagging tail of our beloved old dog. These furry companions bring us immense joy and remind us of the simple pleasures of life. Their antics and unconditional love create cherished moments that stay with us forever.

As a wife, I find immense fulfillment in creating a warm and inviting home for my family. From preparing delicious homemade meals to curating a cozy atmosphere, I pour my heart and soul into every detail. I believe in the power of cherished traditions, in weaving a tapestry of memories that will be treasured for generations to come.

Through this Tumblr account, I hope to inspire and uplift those who share my passion for traditional values and the art of homemaking. From sharing scrumptious recipes and practical homemaking tips to heartfelt stories and reflections, I aim to create a space that celebrates the joy of being a wife, a step-mother, and a keeper of the hearth.

So please, join me in this journey of love, gratitude, and the pursuit of a fulfilling domestic life. Let's embrace the beauty of tradition, the artistry of homemaking, and the profound connections that make our hearts sing.

With love and gratitude,

Grace Miller

[theskeletontarot]

Behold the Empress, the ultimate plant mama, cosmic nurturer of creative abundance and connection wrapped in a blanket of blooming abundance. Despite the absence of flesh, she exudes an approachable warmth, cradling the essence of growth and abundance in her skeletal arms, a testament to the fertile energy she radiates. A crown of stars adorns her skull, whispering tales of celestial connection.

Her throne, a seat of nature's finest, is the heartbeat of creation. The wheat at her feet dances in the breeze, a symbol of fruitful harvest and prosperity. The Empress herself, a gentle guardian, beckons you into the embrace of her motherly wisdom.

With every petal, every leaf, and the pomegranates on her cape, she weaves a tale of growth, fertility, and the cyclical dance of seasons.

She (and the other gendered cards in this deck) is just a skeleton. She is able to gender bend. While the Empress represents the a feminine parental love, the manifestation of that femininity is highly up for interpretation. 

As the next step after The Magician and The High Priestess, she represents the marriage of the two. The Empress is basically the queen of creativity and love, and her vibe is like a warm hug from the universe. Hanging out with her is like getting a pep talk from your coolest, plant-loving friend. So, if you draw the Empress card, get ready to embrace the good stuff – love, creativity, and all the beautiful chaos that life throws your way. 🌸✨

When The Empress shows up for you, consider:

what seeds you need to sow. new projects? new relationships? she's saying, "bring them to my garden, tend them, and they will flourish."

what is the world you want to live in? she invites us to imagine the futures we desire and expect pleasure and passion in return.

are old longings or unfinished business hanging around? maybe it's time to water those seeds.

giving extra love to the people, creatures (and plants!) in your life today

reviewing where you are in your life's cycles. is it time to prune? fertilize?

what negative feelings or patterns can you compost?

If you read cards in reverse and The Empress shows up for you upside down, consider her shadow sides:

emotional numbness

attachment issues

dwelling on the past

watering unhelpful seeds like distrust

"love" that hurts others

[fairyhaos]

🎐 asked:

hi hi i was the wind chime anon lol🎐

(also help this is my 3rd attempt at sending this ask im gonna cry pls ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ there is an option to add a read more block but i think i know now that it doesn't even work and tumblr just refuses to send my ask instead of doing its job </3 im now sending this without adding the read more thingy and i hope it works !! anyway)

exactly ! ! the colours don't always make sense,,, when i told my friends that i see shua as silver they were all pretty surprised and said that it made no sense lmao </3 most of them associated either beige or a pastel shade with him but when they read the piece they said silver suited him rly well ! ! so yea i just wish that wine red could explain other aspects of cheol's personality but that's fine i think it still turned out pretty okay ! :) anway, here's hannie's:

🌸jeonghan embodies a captivating hue of pastel pink, reminiscent of blooming cherry blossoms swaying with grace. with each gentle touch, he reveals a tender and nurturing energy, akin to the caress of velvety rose petals. his essence evokes a comforting warmth, reminiscent of basking in the golden embrace of a sunset. it resonates with the soothing melodies of a music box, wrapping hearts in comforting lullabies, inviting tranquillity. his presence is akin to stepping into a sanctuary adorned with ethereal pink flowers, their petals exuding a gentle fragrance that calms the senses and invites tranquillity.

jeonghan's pastel pink essence weaves a tapestry of kindness and compassion. like a gentle rain shower, it brings peace and serves as a haven of solace for weary hearts. it embodies the tenderness of a mother's touch and envelops others in a warm embrace, whispering words of encouragement and uplifting spirits. pastel pink also echoes his joyful giggle, radiating lightheartedness. his soul dances with the whimsy of swirling cotton candy clouds, embodying a playful nature that evokes the mischievous spirit of a sprite, twinkling mischief in his eyes.

within the realm of pastel pink, jeonghan's cleverness shines like a glimmering gem. it's an intelligence that dances with wit, unveiling unexpected perspectives and surprises. his being is a vibrant carousel of laughter and delight. jeonghan's playful nature and cleverness add a lively dimension, like vibrant brushstrokes on a canvas, infusing life with a dazzling hue. it is the sparkle in his gaze, the infectious laughter that bubbles from his lips, and the clever quips that dance with whimsy, creating a captivating aura where tenderness and cleverness coexist in perfect harmony.🌸

i like this one sm better !! idk i just like the imagery better and omg i love the fact that there's a connection to light and colours in both of our pieces ? ! i think we both highlight his gentle and nurturing nature and view him as someone who possesses beauty, strength, and tenderness. i love that <3 lmk what you think ? :3

ah at least they tried to think if the colours made sense! if i tell my friends the colours i think they are, they go 'oh cool' and carry on with their day help

and now jeonghan's oh my gosh this is so sweet and pretty.

the softness of rose petals??? that is so jeonghan oml. and the whimsical nature of his essence, and also the comfort and delicacy and brightness that's captured in everything that's pastel pink? that's brilliant. 'where tenderness and cleverness coexist in perfect harmony' is just jeonghan exactly. that's so sweet.

how was it, finding jeonghan's colour for you? because for me... oh my god it was so hard. i swear i was on pinterest for a solid half hour just staring at pictures of his face because he kept on changing.

with idols, sometimes they're really easy to figure out bc they have this really powerful presence, that allows me to see their colour easily, but most of the time because they keep changing appearance and hair colour and style, it's so difficult to unpeel all those layers and get to them.

jeonghan was so hard for me, and i think it's bc this little brat is everything at once and he didn't want me to find that out haha

i picked diamond in the end, because there's no other way for me to describe it because he really is everything, just like you described: the tenderness and the intelligence and playfulness and softness. he's multifaceted, he's multicoloured, but he's also clear and transparent and the smooth feeling of diamond so i went with that.

i think it's really cool how we picked different colours and yet still came to the same conclusion with the description! it just shows how jeonghan fits everything, haha

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