#with some feist

[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, i don’t know where this thought came from. sue me. i don’t care it’s amusing.

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steve was very drunk. like, super drunk. he’d faced the almost-end of the world for fucks sake, you can’t get mad at him for wanting to get drunk.

vecna had happened, and they’d almost killed him, and then eddie died. but then he wasn’t dead anymore, he was brought back to life by none other than their resident bad guy and practically betrayed the party, but then he didn’t… it was so confusing, steve was just trying to not die whilst defending everyone else the whole time. dustin kept making references to this “kas” guy… eddie seemed to agree, once he was back to his normal weird self.

eddie had graduated, today actually, after summer school. the weather was hot and eddie was finally free and they wanted to have a party and celebrate success. freedom.

so, here they were. all drinking the night away and laughing and dancing and fuck, all those hits to the head really fucked with steve’s tolerance because after those three shots with robin and the two beers he’d had prior, he was blasted. he decided to stop drinking, but then eddie was nice enough to make him up this “special concauction” and he couldn’t say no. so another drink down… and a strong one at that.

so steve was drunk. very drunk. so drunk that his consciousness wasn’t really there, and his vision was blurred, but he was still having a good time. just no more alcohol. he yelled that out to everyone, made sure they all stopped him from the beers.

he was dancing with robin, their arms linked as they jigged around the room to Gimme Gimme Gimme, singing off the top of their lungs. everyone was amused, especially because robin was now out to everyone there since she started seeing vicky, and steve was a guy. a straight guy at that. right?

eddie was slumped back against the wall, beer in hand, he was pretty drunk too, but not nearly as gone as steve. he was smoking a joint, passing it to jonothan beside him. nancy gave them shit for smoking inside, but it was steve’s house, not hers, and steve didn’t care. they poked their tongues out at her.

eddie had his eyes locked on steve, as they had been ever since gym class in their shared senior year. steve just wore such tight little shorts, and when eddie was forced to go up against him in one v one basketball against his will, and he was trying to get the ball and steve shoved his ass into eddie’s crotch in defence… well, yeah. eddie hadn’t gotten an erection so fast since middle school when he had to get changed in the locker room for the first time.

he wasn’t sure if he’d had a chance with steve. sometimes it seemed like he was flirting, but then he’d start talking about this pretty girl that came into work and all hope would be lost. why must life be so confusing?

steve however, had been harbouring secretive feelings for eddie since like… his freshman year. well, he didn’t know he liked eddie back then, he was just so entranced by this weird guy with gorgeous eyes and soft pink lips and a daring grin and such confidence. he was in awe. he’d only realised he actually liked eddie, after talking with robin about his bisexuality and after dustin wouldn’t shut up about the guy.

he couldn’t blame the kid though. eddie was everything.

but god these feelings sucked ass. steve just wanted to be normal, he didn’t need to deal with being more of a disappointment. he hated himself. and he hated eddie because there was no way eddie could be into him, right? eddie was straight. he had to be. i mean, it’s not like eddie ever talked about girls, or had ever had a girlfriend, or seemed interested in the girls steve tried to set him up with, or had any nudie mags lying around his room or any thing like that… but like… he wasn’t gay. he just… no.

and so he was drunk and dancing and singing about wanting a man after midnight and seeing eddie stare at him whilst high out the corner of his eye, and his vision was blurred but it looked like eddie was smiling at him, ignoring jonothan even. god everything was so much. steve either needed to go to bed, or to hook up with some pretty girl. that’s what he’d do anytime he’d have stupid feelings about tommy back in the day.

they finished their dance and then some sappy love song started playing and vicky came over for a dance with her girlfriend and steve took that as his cue to leave. and he did. he stumbled over and threw back another shot before dustin could pull it from his hands because shit, feelings sucked man. especially the gay ones.

why weren’t there any pretty un-lesbian girls here?

oh, there was nancy… her and jonothan were broken up again… he thought… maybe? god it was too hard to keep track. but… it was worth a shot, right? she was clearly attracted to him, at least once.

he walked over to her leaning against the window she stood in front of, crowding her in and putting on his flirtiest grin, “hey there.”

“hi.” she looked at him weirdly.

“how’s it goin?”

“uh, good?” she glanced over to el and max who were just a few feet away, watching and giggling.

“so, i was thinkin…” he put on a charming little laugh.. at least, what he though was charming, “you and me-“

“nancy!” mike shouted from the kitchen, “where the fuck are the cupcakes mum made?”

nancy rolled her eyes, thanking the gods for her insufferable brother, pat steve on the bicep and walked away.

fuck.

he slumped against the window and decided he needed more alcohol.

he managed to steel some from dustin’s cup once he’d put it down to fight with lucas, both of them rolling around on the ground. he slinked away before dustin could notice.

“hey! who…”

steve giggled to himself and stumbled over to argyle, who was fiddling with the music. he made some small talk with the dude. he seemed cool enough. steve wanted to request some tears for fears.

he saw nancy staring at him and his cheeks flushed a little pink, she seemingly looked him up and down before turning to head upstairs. her hair, in all it’s curly glory, bounced as she bound up the steps and steve was intrigued. so he followed.

he struggled to climb the stairs at first, his feet finding the wrong spots and almost rolling down a few times, but eventually he got there. he noticed his bedroom door open.

yes.

distraction with a gorgeous girl, ago. thank fuck she got the message, right?

nope. no one was in there… but then the door to his ensuite swung open and nancy drunkenly stumbled out. steve grinned at her.

“hey gorgeous.” he winked, taking a few slow, very stumbly steps forward.

she clearly was very flustered, “uh, hi…”

steve shut his bedroom door, and then they were enclosed in darkness, “funny seeing you here.”

yeah, he’d kind of lost his charm over the years. blame it on the head trauma.

“ah… yeah?” her voice was deeper than steve remebered… must have been the alcohol fucking up his brain or something, making everything sound wrong.

steve took a few steps closer, until he was right in front of her. she was taller than he remebered too… maybe she was wearing platforms… maybe steve had shrunk. he was probably just super drunk.

“i’m glad.” steve grinned, leaning in a little. she hesitantly leant back, “thought we could have a little fun, whaddya say?”

her eyes widened, “fun?”

steve nodded, “yeah, you and me.” he reached a hand up, curling a finger around a lock of her hair. it felt different. he liked it more, “always loved your hair, you know.”

he felt her melt against him, “you have?”

he nodded, getting closer, “it’s gorgeous.” he whispered against her lips, his other hand slinking around her waist, “i’m gonna kiss you now. is that okay?”

she nodded, crashing her lips into his… it felt different. so different. i mean, it had been a while since they had last kissed. but like, someone’s mouth can’t change that much, right? once again, he blamed it on the alcohol. he sunk his hand into the glorious locks on the back of her head, and she relaxed into his hold, slinging her arms over steve’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

she pulled back and muttered, “fuck, been wanting to do this forever.”

steve’s cheeks turned pink… the last time he’d talked, nancy seemed barely interested in him like this. maybe she’d just been horny lately, and jonothan may not have been as good at sex as steve. that was probably it. steve pulled her backwards and pushed her down onto the bed, climbing over her and kissing down her neck, her jaw, sucking at her skin until he left a purple bruise under her ear. she moaned, a lot, the whole time. steve didn’t remember her being this responsive, but it really turned him on. he came back to her lips and kissed her fucking silly, his hands slid up from her hips, under her shirt and up- wait… he felt around a little. nothing… no bra, no tits, just a flat chest with… pierced nipples? he pulled back in a flash and leant over to turn his lamp on.

fuck.

that wasn’t nancy.

“steve?” eddie asked, seemingly very confused.

“i-“ steve stared, shaking his head as he crawled off of eddie.

fuck, he’d just kissed eddie. oh my god he’d just felt up eddie. oh shit he’s just made out with eddie. he’d fucking sucked a hicky into eddie’s neck… and he let him? he… he’d been wanting to do this forever? shit he was so drunk.

“sorry.”

eddie turned pink, “sorry?”

“i shouldn’t… i th-“ steve took a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of his desk because he was too dizzy to stand still, “i thought you were nance.”

there was silence for a while too long, “you saw me walk up stairs… followed me… looked me dead in the eye and kissed me, all whilst thinking i was nancy?”

“yes.”

well fuck, “oh.” eddie turned white.

“your gay?” steve mumbled out.

eddie was about to cry, “no.”

silence again. “what?”

“i thought you were…” eddie shook his head, racking his brain for a girl that was here that was straight that was old enough that looked enough like steve… of course there was no one, “i don’t know.”

was steve’s first kiss with eddie seriously a drunken accident?

“sorry.” eddie squeaked and ran away.

because that’s what eddie did best, right?

by the time steve made it back down stairs, eddie was gone with the night.

he hadn’t heard from eddie for two whole weeks. after two weeks of missing eddie, steve told robin what had happened. she slapped him.

“are you serious, steve?” she shook her head, “you actually had him underneath you and you ruined it with your stupid heterosexual honesty? you could have just lied, you know? told him later!”

steve groaned, slamming his head on the counter repeatedly, “i know… but he said he’s not gay-“

“he obviously lied.”

“how do you know that?”

“ah, steve…” she scoffed, “if a girl made out with me drunk, then pulled back telling me she thought i was a guy, to then randomly ask me if i was gay, i would lie about it too.”

“oh.” steve stared at the window, “oh.”

“oh!” she flung her arms out.

steve drove straight to the munsons after work that night, and knocked on their door. eddie opened it, guitar slung over his back. he’d been practicing. it made steve all hot and bothered. eddie went white when he saw him.

“steve…” he looked away awkwardly.

“can i come in?”

eddie hesitated before sighing deeply and stepping out of the way to let steve in. he shut the door behind them and took his guitar off. steve wasn’t sure if he was more disappointed or relieved about that.

“whaddya want?” eddie asked, standing awkwardly in the room as steve took a seat on the couch. he needed to sit for this.

“sorry.” steve mumbled.

“for?” he knew what for.

“for kissing you and then telling you i thought you were nance.”

“so… you didn’t think i was nance?” eddie scoffed, “jeez. came up for some experimentation with the freak and realised you didn’t like it, classy, steve. real classy.”

steve looked to the ground, “no… we’ll, i-“ he huffed, hating himself a little too much right now, “i did think you were nancy.”

“amazing.” eddie muttered beneath his breath.

“i just… i wanted sex… is all. i was horny and needed a girl-“

“great.” eddie emphasised the T, “i needa know about that, why?”

steve rolled his eyes, he hated how irritating eddie got when he was feeling emotionally venerable. tell tale sign one that steve had definitely hurt him, and that eddie was one hundred percent into dudes. at least fifty percent into steve.

“because.” steve sighed rather dramatically, “i just… i needed a distraction, okay?”

“okay?” eddie shook his head, eyes wide, “and? i’m not a fucking mind reader, steve.”

steve started to grow a little angry with eddie’s attitude, furrowing his brows and practically growling, “fuck you for looking like nancy.”

eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, “wow, sorry for not living up to your wet dreams.”

steve stood, getting a little defensive now, “asshole, the reason why i was trying to sleep with nancy is because you are my wet dreams.”

“ah huh.” eddie nodded with a disgusting grin that steve knew was there just to spite him, “sure. i’m your wet dream in the way that pigs fucking fly.”

steve folded his arms in a grump, “your a jerk, you know that?”

“your a fucking dick.” eddie snapped back, “learn how to handle your drink.”

“sorry for not realising my tolerance got lower, you know, after sacrificing my life and consciousness for you and all!”

“oh, here we go. you gonna cry hero, try and get my sympathy or some shit?”

steve clenched his fists. that’s the last thing he’d do, “as if. maybe if you’d actually done something with your life other than being a shitty drug dealer, none of that bullshit would have happened and then i never would have mistaken you for nancy!”

eddie laughed again, and it made steve’s insides clench, “wow. just… fucking wow. what ever happened to the ‘oh, it’s not your fault, ed’s. there’s nothing you could do, ed’s. don’t beat yourself up, eds’?”

“maybe, if you weren’t such a dick you would be getting that treatment.”

“you are such a bully.” eddie shook his head, “still king steve at heart, aren’t you?”

steve gritted his teeth, “don’t call me that.”

“what?” eddie leered forward with a teasing smirk, “don’t like the truth, your highness?”

steve scrunched up his nose, shoving a finger into eddie’s chest, “that’s rich coming from a peice of shit, trailer trash freak, like yourself.”

eddie pretended that didn’t hurt as much as it did, “at least i’m not fake.” ouch.

“at least i’m wanted.” fuck.

eddie took a moment to absorb that, shrugging slightly, “but nancy didn’t want you, remember? she broke up with you, for jonothan… and then rejected you the other night, when you came running for the freak instead.”

“hmm,” steve muttered, taking another step closer, thank fully he was taller than eddie so his intention to intimidate seemed to work, “but you did.” it was his turn to smirk.

eddie’s smugness faultered for a moment, only a moment, but steve noticed. of course he fucking noticed. eddie furrowed his brow, clenching his fists and practically blowing steam out of his ears. steve knew he’d got him. he’d hit a sore spot and he was winning. and then he felt a little guilty, because that’s exactly something king steve would have done. fuck.

“maybe i was just using you, jackass.” eddie fought back, “experimenting with a guy with a big enough mouth to fit my cock.” eddie smirked again.

steve’s nose scrunched up in anger, the words shooting down to his dick but he refused to acknowledge that, “motherfucker.”

wow, great come back steve. amazing.

“cunt.” eddie grinned, looking up at steve but managing to intimidate him nonetheless.

“you are such a dick.” steve huffed, his voice seemingly quieter.

“you’re an emotionless asshole.” eddie whispered back.

“am not.” great job steve. yes. fix it by talking like a seven year old.

“are too.” eddie faught back.

“am. not.” steve sneered, “i happen to have a lot of stupid emotions.”

“sure you do.” eddie nodded once, his voice condescending as fuck, “enough emotions to… use your ex girlfriend for sex… or enough emotions to fuck over the only gay guy you know out of spite?”

steve smirked, “so you are gay? awh, you do want me.” he teased, poking eddie in the nose, “how cute. you got a crush on king steve, eddie? did i make you think all your stupid little dreams could come true?”

eddie slapped his hand away from his face. fuck. he nudged forward again, “fine. you got me. but you are a terrible kisser. i feel shame to all those girls who went all the way with you, i just got lucky enough that you felt the need to stop.”

“oh, you fucker…” steve shook his head, “i’ll have you know, i’m renowned for my sexual prowess. a god in the sack, if you will.”

“someone’s feeling a little cocky.” eddie scoffed.

“says the cock sucker.” steve smirks.

“no one said i did the sucking.” eddie grinned.

steve huffed, “all i’m saying, is that you can’t lie to me. once you got a taste, you didn’t want to stop.”

“it was sub par.” eddie shrugged, “like soggy popcorn after a movie. if it’s offered to you, you’ll take it. but it doesn’t mean it’s good.”

steve chuckled, “you seemed to think it was good the other night.”

“it’s my word against yours, big boy.” eddie grinned, “prove it.”

“i will.” steve nodded.

“how?” eddie nudged his face up into steve’s, catching him by surprise.

steve thought about it for a moment, looking at eddie, feeling the warmth of his breath on his face. those gorgeous eyes, his perfect hair and those pretty pink lips. he licked his own lips, looking between eddie’s eyes and his mouth. eddie seemed to be doing the same.

“i will.” steve whispered.

“no you won’t.” eddie smirked.

“shut up.” steve scoffed, eyes locked on eddie’s lips, watching his tongue dart out to lick them. he wanted to suck on eddie’s tongue.

“make me.” eddie quirked an eyebrow.

and steve did make him. eddie was shut the fuck up with a hot, hard kiss. he pulled back quickly, blinking once, twice, three times up at steve, catching his breath. steve looked at him for a moment, understanding the confusion behind eddie’s eyes. he sighed, still with a little aggression.

“i wanted to fuck a girl because i was having stupid thoughts about fucking you again and i needed to get rid-“

and that was good enough for eddie, so he kissed him again. shoving him back until his knees hit the edge of the couch and he was falling down into it, and eddie was straddling steve’s lap and pulling at his shirt and kissing him harder.

steve ended up with a matching hickey under his ear.

neither of them apologised, but after about three weeks of dirty, roughed up sex, robin had caught them making out in steve’s room and blurred out, “thank fuck! i thought steve would never admit he was practically in love with you!”

that got her a pillow thrown to her head, and a series of questions and teasing from eddie. they’re boyfriends now. but they still hadn’t apologised.

[headcanonsandmore]

Now that I'm reading books by Pratchett's male contemporaries in the 80s and 90s, I'm realising just how ridiculiously ahead of the curve Terry was in terms of writing complex female characters.

I'm reading through the Riftwar Cycle by Raymond E Feist at the moment and (aside from the sub-series that he co-wrote with Janny Wurts) his writing of female characters is incredibly limited (at least thus far; I'm on 'Shadow Of a Dark Queen' at the moment). Virtually every female character is allocated the singular role of either mother, love interest to a male hero, seductive villianess or sex worker.

This book came out in 1994 but it may as well be 1974 given how one-note the female characters are. And that's not even getting into the constant fridging.

Hoping that Feist's writing for women gets better as the series progresses because jeez...

[sixth-light]

absolutely ridiculous deep-cut piece of speculation for fantasy nerds of a reasonable vintage: it is entirely plausible, publication timing-wise, that Mara of the Acoma could have been an inspiration for Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag. discuss (or don't, it's the weekend)

[eggsworthy]

Feist, "Let It Die" - September 17, 2024

[pocketsizedq]

Emily Engstler with a short girlie

teases you out of love like putting the bowls on a shelf that you cant reach.

hides the step stool from you so you would asked her for help

Tries to not laugh when you get mad as she thinks you look really cutesy when you mad

You gain the nickname feist chihuahua from her teammates because they witnessed you yelling at the coach from the bleachers for not putting her in

Pats you on the head when your doing anything

Anytime your bending over or anything she smacks you on the butt

“Sorry baby it was near my hand I had to”

She Giggles every time you wear her clothes as you look like a little kid trying on her dads clothes

Protects you any chance she gets

If you are bent over to grab something from a cabinet even if she’s talking to some one she will put her hand there so you don’t hit your head

Tell you all the time that you don’t have to wear heels if you don’t want to

Calls you “shawty”

holds the food that you asked her to grab out of your reach

“Come on ma you can grab it”

One time for a picture she lift up so you could dunk and it’s her Lock Screen now

She loves you with all of her heart and always teases you out of love

Taglist: @abbysbraids @hellorai @url0calwh0r3 @gingersmelody @girlokwhatever

[the-anime-enthusiast]

MHA CHARACTERS TYPES IN WOMEN

#1 Katsuki Bakugou

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - PHYSICAL

He likes his women tall and strong (with a scary similar demeanor to his mother 😭). I'm talking 5'6 and up, might feel weird about dating someone taller than him, but the more the merrier⁉️ (I also bc he gets to be around 5'10 to 6ft whenever he finally finishes growing) 🙏

He FOR SURE fw chubby girls, like a lifter kind of chubby... Someone strong and with muscle but something on their bones other than skin yk?

For some this is unfortunate, be he would NEVER date a blonde 😭 He thinks it's creepy cuz he feels weird about dating someone blonde considering his mom's blonde too 😭 He wouldn't mind a darker, more honey blonde than anything, though 😌

He LOVES freckles and moles 😈 He questioned his sanity given Izuku has freckles whenever he found out he liked them, but always tries to keep it out of his mind cuz he'll get the heebie-jeebies again 😔 despite the intrusive thoughts, he loves to kiss them and point out how pretty they are everytime he gets the chance 🤗

He def has a thing for strong legs and a nice ass 🌚 BROS FS AN ASS MAN 😭 Loves just hugging you from behind and grabbing it, not even to be a perv it's just comforting in a weird way 😭🙏

He fw hips to 🙏😌 something to squeeze and kiss on when he's yk 😶‍🌫️ "downtown" 😶‍🌫️ following this he likes stretch marks too, rubbing them feeling the difference in texture on your skin 🤧

Going back to the strong legs 🙏 (and a lil on the chubby stuff) HE FW HEAVY ON THICK ANKLES it's so strange to him and makes him question whether he's sane or not, but he loves it. FS the weirdest thing he find attractive 🫡

He also appreciates some skull crushers 😈 Doesn't even have to be all muscles, just something squishy that's too big for his hand to wrap all the way around 😌

LOVES A BROWN EYED BADDIE ‼️ He loves the look of doe eyes staring up at him but the second your face relaxes and you look like a cold stone bitch he twitches a lil 🤭 (if yk what I mean) He can't get the gojo meme out of his head and gets the heebie-jeebies when looking into someone's blue eyes 😭😭 (monoma freaks him out))

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - MENTAL

You know how he didn't hold back on Uraraka? 😈 Yeah, he likes women who can hold their own against him and honestly that's all he asks for. Ofc he has other standards but something about a strong woman who's just as hard headed as him, really gets him going 🌚

Given he's had to calm down since the war, he appreciates a little bit of feist in his partner, but also a side of them that can be sweet and just as doting as he is 🤭

One of the main points of the people he takes interest in, are that they feel safe around him. 🫶He wants someone who will just fall in his arms at the end of a long day ranting on about work into his neck as he just sits there and listens 🌹 (occasionally chiming in on your coworkers you don't like 😈 )...

KATSUKI BAKUGOU - RANDOMS

He fucks with MUSICIANS HEAVVYYYYY 🎸🎶 You gonna bust out the guitar and strum along to his crazy good beats? HELL YEAH‼️ Maybe some bass to back him up? FUCK YEAH‼️ Gonna pull out your own sticks and out drum him?? DOUBLE FUCK YEAH ‼️Maybe even the clarinet to impress his dad? Hell. Motherfucking. Yeah. Any instrument and he's automatically impressed, he's learned from playing the drums just how much dedication and hard work goes into learning so he truly appreciates it 😈

LOVES FOODIES ‼️ "Hey babe I was thinking of trying that new katsu-" "You don't even have to ask" he replied dragging you to the car. He loves when people eat his food and compliment him on it (although he'll never admit it) so a GF WHO DOES THAT? SIGN HIM UP. 🎂

Low-key fucks with shy girls 😉 He loves outgoingness, don't get me wrong, but whenever they're behind closed doors and his gf gets all shy and scared to look into his eyes he practically melts (the thought of knowing that his gf feels the EXACT same way as him makes him puddy in your hands) 😈

PHYSICAL TOUCH ‼️GIFT GIVING ‼️ QUALITY TIME ‼️ HIS WEAKNESSES ‼️‼️When he can't find the words to tell you how he feels he'll use these to his advantage, hugging you from behind kissing your neck, bringing a lil Stuffie home for you when he knows your down, or just sitting in silence with your favorite TV show on 😌🙏 All that matters is that hes close to you or in your arms making you feel good when you otherwise cant 🫶

THAT'S IT THANKYOU BYYEE 🫶🫶

these are some head cannons for da best boi bakugou bc he's been my fav character for 6 years and what better way to celebrate than curate a list of my fav head cannons for him 🫶

(lemme know who I should do next 😉)

OKAY NOW ACTUALLY BYE BYEEE 😍😍

[youremyheaven]

The Astrology of Beauty Marks/Moles

This is really random but something I have noticed recently. In my observations natives who have Punarvasu, Mrigashira, Pushya nakshatras had beauty spots/marks that are considered iconic. A lot of Punarvasu natives tend to have facial moles, which is interesting.

L to R

Busy Phillips- Punarvasu Moon (the mole on her jaw and on her neck)

Karina Yoo- Punarvasu Moon (the mole is under her lip)

Caroline Polachek- Mrigashira Sun, Punarvasu Moon & Mercury (the mole next to her nose)

Mariah Carey- Punarvasu Moon (the mole under her lip)

L to R

Jennifer Lawrence- Mrigashira Moon (the moles are on her neck & chest)

Kate Upton- Mrigashira stellium (sun, mercury & ketu) (the mole abover her lip)

Khloe Kardashian- Mrigashira Moon (the mole under her left eye)

Maya Rudolph- Pushya Sun, Venus in Mrigashira atmakaraka & Ketu in Punarvasu (the moles on her left cheek)

Feist- Punarvasu Moon (the mole on the left corner of her lip)

Rachel McAdams- Mrigashira Moon (the mole on her chin)

Mandy Moore- Pushya Moon & Mrigashira Rising (the mole under her left eye)

Selena Gomez- Pushya Stellium (Sun, Venus & Rising) and Ketu in Mrigashira (the moles on her boob)

Eva Mendes- Pushya Moon, Saturn & Ketu in Mrigashira (the mole on her cheek)

Goldie Hawn- Mrigashira Moon, Mars in Pushya & Saturn in Punarvasu (the mole above her lip)

Angelina Jolie- Pushya Rising & Venus, Mercury in Mrigashira atmakaraka and Saturn in Punarvasu amatyakaraka (the mole above her eyebrow)

CL (Lee Chaerin)- Pushya Moon (the mole under her lip)

L to R

Natalie Portman- Mrigashira Sun (on her left cheek)

Julia Roberts- Pushya Rising (under her left eye)

Katrina Kaif- Punarvasu Sun (on her right cheek)

Dita Von Teese- Mrigashira Moon (under her right eye)

Wonyoung- Venus conjunct Saturn in Punarvasu (amatyakaraka) (under her left eye)

Devon Lee Carlson- Mrigashira Moon & Mars (atmakaraka) with Mercury in Pushya (on her left cheek and chin)

Chaeyoung- Pushya Moon (corner of her mouth)

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That's it for now!! I wish I could provide some kind of explanation for why Mrigashira, Pushya & Punarvasu gals tend to often have moles (obviously anybody with other placements can also have moles) but I think this is a "correlation not causation" type scenario for now. Hope this was fun tho lol

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP/ISFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Scorpio Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You know when you meet someone, and you don't have to force your personality to fit into some kind of shape?

・That's what happened with you and Ruhn

・Ever since you met, there was a spark. You were both curious about each other.

・You were drawn into the way he looked. Not many fae tattooed themselves from nearly head to toe, or had so many piercings

・It made your heart beat faster and faster

・You knew you were attracted to him

・And he made you laugh within minutes

・But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction

・So, the one thing that has stayed throughout your relationship is the goddamn bickering. Which really is just another form of banter.

・This has caused a lot of angst between the two of you.

・But you both knew it was pure play. Flirting. Humour. Banter.

・Everything changed when you had a panic attack in front of him. You were so embarrassed. But the way he held you, cupping your face, moving your hair behind your ears, wiping away the tears.

・His purple eyes bore into your own and you felt instantly calmer.

・From that day on you thanked The Maker. Because staring into his eyes - something clicked. Like a piece was perfectly placed; one you never knew you were missing.

・Making you blush is one of his favourite hobbies. Seeing you duck your head, cover your face or roll your eyes makes his day.

・Very protective; is able to stop himself from taking a swing at the asshole. He's more of a rip him to shreds verbally and then wrap an arm around your shoulder and walk away.

・But don't think he won't get physical over you. Because Ruhn definitely will.

・Would rather take your last name when you get married - his holds too many bad memories

・He knows his smirk makes you weak in the knees but when you brush over his bare skin, he nearly gets on his own knees to worship you

・Would walk to the ends of the earth to find you. There's nothing Ruhn would not do for you. Kill, maim, avenge, even die for you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Ruhn) x The Top (You)

Overly arrogant, flirty (Ruhn) x Pretends To Be Unfazed, But Is Dying On The Inside (You)

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Fire In The Water by Feist

Blood Moon by John Lunn & Eivor

The Lure by The Weeknd

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Every time with him is hot and heavy; it's hard to breathe when you're both in the mood. It's as if the world doesn't exist and all you can do is be in one another's arms

・You're both as dominant as each other, but when you tease him, gods help you. He'll have you bent over any flat surface, taking you from behind.

・Definitely an ass slapper.

・Growls in your ear both in the bedroom and in public

・Something turns primal in him whenever he's with you. Sometimes it feels like he's a hairs breath away from completely ravishing you

・Ruhn is definitely one to keep a naughty polaroid of you

・At times you think you're both insatiable; no matter how many times either of you cum, nothing is good enough.

・As Mates it's easy to explain. Your souls were made for one another, and so is your biology. Therefore, you both have high fucking sex drives.

・You're obsessed with Ruhn's hands and he knows it. Large, veiny and usually with a few rings. He rests his hand on your thigh, and will slowly move it closer and closer to your core - no matter who is around

・His cock is 8 inches when hard, veined, 3cm in girth. Circumcised; when he's horny the tip is a dark weepy red and when after orgasm it's slightly darker.

・As much as he can be serious and passionate, Ruhn also loves when you two can be silly while having sex. Talking about your day, or laughing when you two almost fall off the bed.

・The first time you had sex, Ruhn didn't last as long as he usually does. He was a whiny, whimpering mess, head in the crook of your neck, pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

・It was like fucking for the first time.

・Nothing compared to being with the person you were supposed to be with.

・Ruhn couldn't stop kissing you, and not just your lips. His favourite part was behind your ear. Trailing hot breathy kisses down to your neck.

・He apologised, but it didn't mean he was done. It just meant there was more natural lube for you.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; hockey player kidd x figure skater reader

summary: title says it all

warning/s: none, very fluff, gn reader

* thinking about hockey player kidd who's been exceling since high school as that athlete kid and figure skater name that was also unstoppable in ice.

* kidd is an absolute monster at the rink, as aggressive as hockey players are; kidd was perfectly suited to this. the team's ace and is totally the most jackass member; nobody can say shit about it because he carries the team. he's a good team captain but not a good senpai, he'd enjoy making the rookies suffer and would entirely destroy them at initiation, he says it'll only make them stronger

* just imagine kidd in a jersey 😩 that big angry man who's as pale as snow with his fiery red hair standing out in the rink. would probably have 1 as the jersey no. cuz he boastful like that. and oooooh when he raises his jersey to wipe off cold sweat during practice and that sculpted fucking body just oooooh

* you know i fight fire with fire so figure skater name who has the same amount of feist, skill, and stature in the field minus the arrogance

* so when you and him met, imagine the absolute pandemonium. it'll happen on one winter olympics where the only thing you two agree about is how each other ticks you off. you two'll meet at the bleachers by the rink because you both plan on using it at that time

* "got here first." he'll say, tone assertive as he fixes up his shoes. "and?" you'd reply walking closer to him with both hands on your jacket pockets. "i, will be using the rink. and you, should go." he wouldn't budge, would instead stand up and try intimidate you. "nah," you'd clicked your tongue, taking off your jacket. "don't wanna. you don't even own the place." you left your stuff by the bleachers to enter the rink and left him fuming

* he'd then watch you on your competitions to get to know the jackass who messed with him.

* "since when were you interested in figure skating?" killer would ask and he'd receive a glare from the other. "was just checkin' if the rink is big enough." then he'd leave 🤣 killer will look at the screen and immediately knew why kidd was acting like that

* since then, you two will somehow bump into each other a whole lot. and each time you two see each other, kidd would either avoid you or scowl at you. that's why your impression of him was really, really bad. you thought of him as a local athlete asshole.

* so when his match finally came and you were there to watch him, you saw how much of a different person he was. he was his team's ace and captain. how he carries himself in the ice was reason enough why he was the captain. you studied him thoroughly: no matter the vulgar shit that comes out of his mouth with all the curses and insults, he radiated an attractive kind of leadership. his kouhais and mates listened to him and once the game plays out, next thing you know they're winning. his kouhais looked at him with much admiration, and it looks like you are too.

* when the game finished and you went outside to get some food and to your surprise, he was buying the same burgers you were eyeing.

* "i swear, you're following me aren't you?" kidd barked, clicking his tongue. "i'll have you know that i'm a regular here. if anything, you're the one following me." you rolled your eyes, fishing out money from your wallet. "tch, i better fuckin' leave then." he started walking away as you waited for your food. "h-hey wait," you called out, contemplating if you should continue. "congrats on winning, you were pretty cool back there."

* he'd scowl again, start to blush profusely as red as his hair, and leave 😭 you'd be kinda hurt but what else can you do about it? he started avoiding you since then

* little did you know he'd be watching you at your next match at the farthest top of the bleachers just so no one would know. kil would 🤪

* kidd would be so in love with how you move, would go crazy about the fact that you two shared a rink to victory. he never appreciated artsy and dramatic shit and that's exactly what youwere doing, but you might've just change that. as someone who would only be interested in aggressive cool shit, this was a first for him. he'd watch you earnestly: how your expressions change, the shape of you, or how your body twists and dances gracefully on ice. he wouldn't be able to sleep that night especially on what you told him after his match.

* so he visited the rink once more to clear his head and figured he might see you there again, in a very unlikely chance he did see you. he figured you seem to be practicing for finals. "it's midnight." he'd greet you, his deep voice echoing in the hall. "yeah. and you're here." you stopped, skating towards the bleachers. "gotta practice for finals too?" you added. "nope, don't need to." arrogance once more, it pissed you off but now you're amused. "of course you don't," you smiled. "then what're you doing here? you must be tired from today, right?"

* he'd take a while to answer, as if thinking if he should honestly answer. kidd would always speak his mind, he was blunt and that's what he was known for. so right now, as the glass of the rink was separating the both of you in the cold ambience of midnight, he was too lost in you to think properly. he'd just brush you off and say, "'s none of your damn business. i can't sleep, maybe the ice'd fuckin' help." he dismissed, crossing his arms and looking the other way.

* so an idea popped in your head, "if you wanna take your mind off of something, maybe skating would help. go put on some skates." you skated away, continuing on your practice. not thinking about if he'd ignore you or agree. he gave no response but left, it saddened you a little

* only that he returned and is now skating with you with a mild blush on his cheeks, he said it's due to the cold and a pale ass like him becomes red as hell in those times 🥺😞. playful insults turn into snippets of your backstories then into little things about each other as you both glide across the ice. he can speak normally without insults after all.

* you two didn't mind the time at all, nor the press camping out the venue catching some pictures of your little adventures with the scotland's hockey team captain as you two snag foods from 24hour food places within the vicinity. nor does kidd give a fuck about the articles that resurfaced the next day about the rumored relationship with you

* "so you two hit it off, huh?" your coach asked you and his teammates interrogated him. you two just dismissed them with flushed red cheeks.

* after the olympics, you two didn't even try to hide the fact that you are going on dates.

[vibratingskull]

Hello there . May I ask a request of you.

Thrawnxaf!reader

Reader announces her pregnancy to him while he eats her out, telling him how good this feels for her and the baby

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Thrawn and cunnis are always such a THRILL to write 😩 And add it that he managed to breed his lover? SIGN ME UP

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Cunni, pregnancy, mention of breeding, Thrawn kinda loosing his mind over the news

The only things that can be heard are your giggles, heavy pants 

And a deep 

Loud 

Purring. 

Thrawn is kissing your inner thighs fondly, licking the soft flesh, and leaving pecks all over, nibbling your sensitive skin. He is heavily anticipating what’s going to happen and he doesn’t try to hide his excitement. He leaves hickeys on your smooth flesh, sucking the skin between his luscious lips hungrily, his large hands holding your thighs wide apart with a handful on your plump flesh. 

He purrs  

He growls  

He hisses  

Like a predator that found its prey, and prepares to sink its fangs in the supple flesh. 

But he is always so gentle and soft in his actions, his bites are nothing but tender, his attentions so reverent... He has nothing but love, respect and adoration for your body. 

And he is about to feist on it as he loves to. 

You sigh deeply in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his lips dancing on your skin. You undulate your body on the mattress, eagerly opening your legs for your loving husband. Thrawn is a busy man with a cramped agenda, and his libido isn’t as high as you would imagine for someone as manly as him. It is not easily triggered and at first, you took offense to it, thinking that he didn’t find you attractive physically. He patiently explained that it had absolutely nothing to do with you, he had always been like that and you came to understand and accept it.  

And even appreciating it. 

But no matter what, Thrawn never loses an occasion to go down on you. Wether his desires is boiling or not he takes pride in giving you pleasure. 

It is indeed pleasant to know you are the reason of your partner’s debilitating pleasure. 

But today, in this very moment, his desire is unmistakably boiling in his veins and he intends to enjoy himself shamelessly.  

You dig your nails in the sheets’ fabric, biting your lower lip in anticipation. He is bringing you to your knees with all of his teasing and playful taunts, shortening your breaths and sending your heart into a frenzy. 

“Ah...! Thrawn...!” You gasp, excitation coursing through your veins. 

He hums knowingly and approvingly. You will not have to be patient for much longer, he too cannot wait to dive between your legs with his tongue. He reverently kisses your two thighs before pulling the hem of your skimpy thin little dress out of his way with a deep, raw hunger lying in his glittering red eyes.  

He reveals your lacey panties to his red gaze and he kisses your clothed pussy all over before hooking the side with his expert fingers. You raise your hips in the air to help him pull them down until he throws them in some corner of the bedroom, promptly forgotten. 

He purr goes down to a lower note as your cunt lays bare in front of him. His hands caress their way up your inner thighs and he pulls them apart, caressing your soft skin with his thumbs, devouring your exposed cunny with his ravenous gaze. 

One of his hands leave your thigh to gently caress your slit with the tips of his fingers, sending a jolt through your entire body. 

“So reactive... So adorable... I want you shaking desperately on my tongue.” He lowly growls with his melodious voice. 

This as much a threat as it is a promise. 

He parts your folds with two fingers before blowing on your exposed flesh. You yelp, your inner muscles awakening pleasantly from their torpor. He doesn’t lose another second and gives a long lap at your cunt. 

This time you cannot refrain the moan from escaping your lips, much to his satisfaction. He gives you another long lap before loudly kissing your sex. He repositions himself comfortably, his hands on your thighs to ensure you will not escape his hungry mouth and dives in. 

His purr resonates in the bedroom as he licks your pussylips. He takes his sweet time with slow, sloppy licks and guttural sounds escaping his mouth, teasing your imagination. His tongue parts your folds to caress your hidden flesh satisfyingly. He kisses your cunt and dives his nose in your pubes to deeply inhale your raw, sexual musk, letting out a deeply satisfied breath. 

It is no secret to you that Chiss noses can smell pheromones and read a lot of information on an individual with a single sniff.  

“You smell  absolutely lovely today.” He notes with an animalistic purr, “I don't recall ever smelling those notes on you.” 

You refrain from a grin. 

You did not tell him yet! It is your little surprise, you present to him. 

You’re carrying his baby. 

After so many tries you are finally pregnant with his baby. He hoped to father a baby, at least one once in his life, know the joice of parenthood and creating his own family in the Empire. 

You bite your lips into silence to not spill the secret yet. 

“Even during your ovulation days, you did not have those notes... It is really pleasant.” He kisses your pussylips again, gently, lovingly, softly 

Thrawn obviously never dived his nose in a pregnant woman’s pubes before, and they are not the most common on a military ship. He doesn’t recognize that scent, it is not the most common for him. 

He looks at you with suspicion and love as you giggle in response. 

“What is so funny, Ch’acah?” He asks lowly, pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. 

“Nothing...” You grin. 

He squints but does not add anything, focusing back on something way more important and pressing right now. 

Your sweet pussy. 

He resumes licking your slit and folds, serving your body like he served the Empire and Ascendancy: diligently and assiduously. He licks, laps, laves at, sucks, and  works your little pussy with his tongue, digging his nails in your flesh. 

He lets out animalistic groans as he eats you out like he always loved. He reopens your folds to focus on your clit. He takes it between his lips, sucking on it, making it roll and flicks it with the dart of his tongue rapidly sending spasms in your thighs and cunt. 

You moan and mewl for his ears, waving your body against his ravenous mouth. You sing his name breathily for his ears only, letting him know what good work he is doing. 

“Maker! Keep going, Thrawn, don’t stop...!” You let out, your fingers coming to dishevel your usually so well-groomed husband, pressing his head against your burning core. 

His purr rises in higher notes, approvingly. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter under his ministrations, your slick invading your inner cavern and leaking out to roll on your flesh, mixing with Thrawn’s drool as he laves at your cunt devotingly. 

It feels so, so good, raw pleasure flowing in your nerve endings like an ocean, threatening to drown you with intensity. Your inner muscles gorge themself with blood, getting fluffy and thick, preparing for your approaching orgasm. 

You feel his warm, wet tongue dancing on your flesh expertly, knowing perfectly what motion drives you crazy, what rhythm has you shaking uncontrollably. He knows perfectly how to worship your body to have it come undone at his will, he knows you by heart and uses his knowledge to his benefits. 

He has as much fun as you when he goes down on you. 

He flicks your pearl with the tip of his tongue teasingly and a violent shake washes over your body tense like a bowstring ready to snap. Your moan in toes curling pleasure, losing grip with reality more and more as your bliss reaches new highs under his touch. 

He is so, so good at eating you out! 

And you are not the only two enjoying yourself! You can feel it deep in your bones, your little baby can feel how relaxed and pleasant you feel, and your pleasure hormones are surely making them cozy. 

Nothing like a well-cared-for mother to ensure a healthy baby. Well-cared-for on every front. 

“Don’t stop!” You plead, “That is what we need! I can feel it, they need it...!” 

The purr stops instantly. 

Thrawn is frozen in place, his heavy red gaze on you, awaiting convincing explanations. 

“Who is ‘they’?” He asks politely. 

But you do not get fooled by his tone, he is on the defensive. He made it clear that sexual encounters are reserved for his lover, you, and he was not in any capacity welcoming of a third party or displaying himself in a sexual setting to other people’s eyes. 

He is frowning at you, careful and suspicious. You can see in his eyes he is analyzing every possible scenarios in his head. 

You did not dare install cameras to livestream your sexual life to random people on the holonet, did you? 

You smile frankly at him, your two hands releasing his hair to come caressing your lower tummy. You lovingly gaze at your  venus mount, tracing sweet circles on the soft skin before looking back into Thrawn’s shining eyes that did not lost a crumb of it. 

If he was not Thrawn you know his mouth would be wide open. 

He gulps and he reassures his grip on your thighs. 

“Is it true, Ch’acah?” He asks incredulously, “Did we do it?” The tone trembles ever so slightly. 

You nods, your smile growing larger. If only you could purr like a Chiss... 

“Yes, Thrawn. We did it. I am two months in.”  

His gaze lowers back on your venus mount, you see so many interrogations flashing in his red rubies but he remains mute. He advances his bust, his head hovering over your tummy, his hands barely grazing your waist like you could explode in million shards if he ever held you to roughly. You feel his breath on your skin, giving your goosebumps. 

He lowers his head slowly, closing his eyes to kiss your lower tummy softly. You look at him enamored as he exhales in disbelief, kissing where your womb is. The kisses are light and soft, fugitives, like butterflies wings. 

“Tar to Ch'etecerci...” He can only say. 

“Are you happy, love? You are going to be a father!” You caress his hair lovingly. 

He looks up to you with a new light in his eyes, something bright and fragile, something precious. 

Hope... 

“Ch’acah... You have no idea what you just offered me.” He breathes in some sort of daze, pecking your skin like a holy relic. 

“A child?” You chuckle. 

“So much more than that...” He says with a short breath “So, so much more...”  

His kisses get more and more pressing, his breath shorter and shorter as the excitation rises. He gives a long lick at your womb and a final kiss before lowering back between your legs, a new ravenous hunger barely contained in his demeanor, his hands gripping your thighs almost painfully. 

He dives his head back and resumes his important work with renewed energy. A form of unhinged motivation guides his action, his usual restain takes a backseat to let the reins to zeal and a form of fury.  

This is no more enthusiast that dictates his actions. 

But some sort of yet untapped madness, like a craving of having you cum on his tongue, something non-negotiable. 

Like a life and death matter... 

You did not have time to brace yourself for what he was about to give and take and you cannot help all the unholy sounds escaping your mouth, your nails digging in the pillows beside your head. You desperately hope for him to slow down, at least a bit, to take a big bowl of air but he shows absolutely no signs of slowing down. 

He seems determined to have you cum quickly and hard. 

The purr and the growl are mixed in a beastlike melody, something incredibly primal and instinctive, something not becoming of a Grand Admiral of the Empire. 

But he isn’t a Grand Admiral in this very moment. 

But your husband. 

Your Chiss. 

A male Chiss that just learned he succeeded in breeding his partner, as his survival instincts dictated since the great glaciation of Csilla and almost complete wipeout of Chiss’ population. 

Oh such a marvelous news to his ears! 

A baby 

A little one of him. 

Of you both. 

He has an heir, a legacy, a child! 

He succeeded. 

He never was interested in having a child back at the Ascendancy. Not that he disliked children, but it felt forbidden to him. He never met a Chiss woman that seemed proper for him. 

Oh they were intelligent, motherly and more than capable! But... He felt something missing. 

Something... Within him. 

When he was sent to the Chaos to get into contact to the new Empire, to gain new allies, he definitely crossed that dream from his mind. Now it was definitely behind him. 

But he met you. 

Despite every odds and probabilities, he met you. 

Shaking his entire worldview, titillating his intellect, making him question his assumptions, forcing him to push the limits of his tactical mind...  

You offered him your friendship and warmth, the softness of your candid affection. You taught him to relax under a caress and to appreciate a tender touch. 

It took you long years, but now his heart is yours and yours only. 

He will not give it to anyone else, why bother? If you die, his heart will die with you. 

And today you offer him a baby. 

A little on of his blood and flesh... 

He hopes it will be a little girl, as intelligent and beautiful as you! 

“Thrawn...” You cry pathetically under his relentless assault. 

You are violently shaking between his hands, each little tongue motion sending jolts of pleasure in your nerve endings and your core is shining bright in his eyes, proof of your desperate desires. 

He almost forgets to breathe between your legs with how dedicated he is to his craft. Why would he need oxygen when he can taste you on his tongue? 

Are you begging him to continue or to slow down? 

Because there is no way in hell he is going to slow down. Not when you taste so sweet. Not when your legs are at their true place around his neck, not when you are this close to cumming... 

He hopes you will squirt in his mouth! He absolutely adores it when you do that. 

He growls, drooling profusely on his jaw and on your cunny and thighs, mixing with your slick. He gulps them down avidly, letting lecherous sounds resonate in the bedroom. 

He has no qualms about conveying his pleasure audibly, to your surprise.  

But he does it only for you. Only you get to see this very private, very intimate part of him. 

But when he commits to the bit, he commits his entire soul and he lets you hear the most obscene sounds and praises you ever heard in your life, plaguing your fantasies and dreams forever. 

His jaw is becoming sore but that never stopped him. He will keep going until his thirst is quenched, until his hunger is appeased, until the storm in his veins calms down. No matter how many times your cum, he will not stop! 

No matter if you beg 

No matter if you cry 

Not when you annonced such news! 

How could he ever stop? How could he possibly stop before honoring your body like the heaven-sent gift that it is, like the Warrior’s blessing that it is? 

That is simply beyond him. 

And also he simply doesn’t want to stop, plain and simple. 

“Th... Thrawn...!” You let out a strangled shout at the end of yourself. 

Your entire body suddenly contracts and comes to a halt and you squirt in his mouth with an uncontrollable yelp of his name. Your toes curl and your eyes roll in the inside of your head, your chest rising up and down rapidly, your heart sprinting as your back arch in an impressive fashion. 

Your limbs start to tremble like you are in some shock state. And to be frank, this orgasm was so  fantastic that shock was not un unreasonable medical diagnosis. 

You never cummed that hard with anyone else before, that’s for sure! 

Thrawn drinks your slick with a loud purr, licking your pussy clean, his tastebuds stimulated like never before.  

You take a deep breath, letting your heart slow down. 

“Oh, dear Maker...” You whisper, exhausted beyond measure. 

But relieved that it is over. You lazily caress Thrawn’s hair between your legs, eyes closed. 

You start frowning when you realize he doesn’t stop licking your cunt and you feel new tingles in your sore pussy. 

“Thrawn...” You mumble, tired, “You can stop, my love. I have come, surely your noticed.” You chuckle weakly. 

He looks deep into your eyes, notifying you that he heard you, but doesn't stop his ministrations at all. His purr resumes, as he eats you like a starving man. 

You try to push his head away but he remains firmly in place. 

“Thrawn, its okay. I came, you can stop, my sweet, I-” 

You are suddenly silenced by a pissed-off growl. You are so surprised you hurriedly take off your hand off Thrawn’s head. He is looking straight into your eyes, daring you to try and push him back again. You look at him with round eyes and at loss for words. 

“How do you expect me to stop after such news?” He demands, “Do you take me for an irresponsible father?” 

“I... What do you mean, love?” 

“The well-being of the mother is primordial for the health of the baby. My duty is to take care of you at the best of my capacities, and you expect me to stop after only one?” He asks like your demand was unreasonable. 

“I.. I just... I already cummed. There is no need for you to keep going, it’s alright, I’m sure the baby-” You y to explain yourself. 

He cuts you off by focusing on your clit, making you cry a weak strings of mewls. 

“The baby needs intensive care and attention.” He counters, kissing your pearl, “Let me do my work correctly. Keep your energy you will need it.” 

“Thrawn, do not be ridiculous!” You tiredly chuckle. 

Are you seriously expecting him to stop now? 

Do you still believe in fairies too? 

Now that he knows his baby’s health is involved he simply cannot stop! 

That would be child neglect pure and simple. 

When he is done with you, you will have forgotten your own name! 

“The night is young and I have several hours to spare before my next shift. Brace yourself, Ch’acah, you are not getting out of this one...” 

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess  @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin@ineedazeezee @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @germie2037  @leo4242564 @jennfir @davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[lazysublimeengineer]

Isagi and his Football Theories of Personality

I knew at some point in this manga we will have an intervention of personality types attached to players based on how they play lol.

Sometimes I really think that the author himself has read numerous books about psychology such as Theories of Personality by Feist. How did I have a random thought like this? Just looked at Isagi's inner monologue about World Type Ego and Self-Type Ego.

That is the closest thing you can compare it to the MBTI of people.

At first it's amusing to read to have Isagi categorized the players according to what motivates them to play soccer. But it's also creative because the author is injecting another angle and subject other than playstyle and strategies out there in the field.

An explanation of World Type Ego vs. Self Ego Type is also helping the reader to get a glimpse of the character's motivation and reasons for playing that sport.

In this chapter, it is revealed that Kaiser has a World Type Ego just like with Isagi since in the previous chapters he couldn't ascertain which type he is alongside with Rin, Ness and the others. To get a gist of it, a World Type Ego is motivated by the external factors of their surroundings or environment such as prestige, fame, money and other tangible elements that can be calculated and explained in a pragmatic sense. From the start, reputation is an important thing to Kaiser. He doesn't hesitate to immediately assert his top and special position in BM when the Blue Lock players such as Isagi and the others joined their team in NEL. In the recent chapter, Kaiser had shown to abandon everything and go back to "zero" because his playstyle with Ness doesn't work anymore. His position and offer bid is being now threatened by Isagi's presence and skills so now he decided to do what is best even if he doesn't do it usually: teamwork with the other Blue Lock players such as with Raichi and now with Kunigami (or as the orange haired guy as he aptly calls him lol).

Well, in this part you can actually ask then what the hell is all of this and how does it connect with everything?

It's connected because this can also explain why his partnership with Ness is now in shambles and getting worse in each new chapter. Clearly Ness and Kiyora's type is not revealed yet. But well, as a reader we can prolly surmise what Ness and Kiyora is which brings me to the other type of ego according to Isagi: Self Type Ego.

According to what is being explained in the franchise, their motivation is determined by internal or intrinsic factors such as their beliefs, morally right or wrong actions and other personal factors that are important to them rather than the external and pragmatic factors. From the moment we were shown of Ness' character, his interpretation of events and surroundings around him is according to his personal values and beliefs. He makes decisions based on what he feels at that moment and that's a clashing thing to his family who greatly values logic and sound reasoning above everything else.

He decides to follow Kaiser because he sees a potential in him that no one else has and showed him the "miracle" of soccer. His interpretation of his character is independent from the other people's remarks about him being a diva and an asshole. His personal belief about Kaiser is so great as the statue of Liberty that it extended to great lengths of serving him until the end.

Which is quite ironic because in reality they really don't understand each other and their judgment of each other is distorted. For all Kaiser yapping that he molded Ness into being his servant and such, he doesn't really understand him in the end which explains his bafflement in the last chapter of the manga when Ness still declared his loyalty to him despite discarding him out there in the field. One can be the said to the other as well because his reassurance to Kaiser is the last thing that Kaiser wants to hear or see from him and fails to see the bigger picture which is now they're in this mess in the field because they're motivations are clashing: World Type Ego vs. Self Type Ego.

I remember someone asking me, but what about Reo? He's the same with Ness right?

Not really.

Isagi has put Reo in the World Type Ego because first and foremost his original motivation is to win the World Cup which is an external motivation alongside with prestige and money. Reo is shown to be a logical and strategic person well, except for Nagi when he met him. But he is different from Ness. Their situation is different.

That's why when Nagi is losing motivation to play soccer again after beating Isagi and offering the millions of bid that he can gain to motivate him, it doesn't move Nagi as much because he doesn't need it. Nagi is motivated by intrinsic factors in playing soccer and that's why he was clashing with Reo at times. This is quite evident during the second selection.

Well, I can already guess what Kiyora's type of ego is but I'll reserve my judgment on that after we get more from his character in the future chapters.

Guess this is where this ends and my shower thoughts. If you've reached this part then congratulations for wasting your precious time to read this ramblings of mine.

[twirlingsmilingwriting]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

:O omg wait I HAVE to write this now, I'll tag you when I make a final one but heres a little drabble.

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You chuckle and hisses under your breath slightly while your classmate Coriolanus Snow continued to try and garner your attention.

"Corio do you think I'm stupid? I know what you want Darling and it's not me. I suggest you scurry along here before I put in a bad word to my father about how this boy in my class can't seem to leave me alone in peace to do my school work. Are we clear?"

Coriolanus took a step back, his mouth agape from the shock of what was just said to him. The people that say that 'the worst thing thing she can say is no' clearly have never talked to this girl before. He took a sharp inhale before a smirk spread on his face.

"That is where you're wrong I'm afraid. I love your feist though Ms. Plinth, simply another challenge and Snow always lands on top."

His body glided so elegantly through the air as he walked to look over your shoulder, leaning down so close you could feel his breath against your neck.

"by the way y/n... the answer is 3 not 67, I can't even process how you'd make that kind of mistake but if you ever need help with math, let me know"

He whispered in your ear before standing up and leaving the room. The whole interaction caused a shiver to go down your spine in shock before the anger set in. Who does this man think he is? And what a cringy tag line, "Snow always lands on top"? please. We will just have to see about that one.

A/N: let me know if that's sort of the direction your looking for! I really like this idea, I think it'll have to be a slower burn two parter, almost a enemies to lovers thing but the 'enemies' aspect isn't that extreme and I DO WANT IT TO END WITH THEM TOGETHER!! in desperate need to write some fluff after the amount of Tolerate It I'm working on lmao

[maxphilippa]

Pplease can i have comedy gold i need jt badly I'm like a starved animal waiting for comedy gold content to Feist on after nights and nights of loose prey

Yeah i jist need comedy gold its ok if not i jist really want some Hhelp ok tyyyyy

make it yuri

@tdutb @peppermintz-25 psps. ur guys

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Hii Ria! Hope you’re doing well. I saw your requests were open and I saw Tangerine was on ur list so if you have the time I’d love a (possibly nsfw but all is fine) blurb with Tan. Thanks so much💗

hi, lovely! wow, i’m so glad you requested tangerine. i love him and had too much fun writing this. i hope you don't mind it's not set on a job. i know you said “blurb,” but i got carried away, yike sorry, hope you like it!! and hope some of my marauders readers give it a go!

pairing: Tangerine x reader

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!), fingering, fem!reader

notes: the “blowing bubbles” song is West Ham’s theme song and it repeatedly plays in the movie in Tangerine and Lemon scenes 🍊🍋

word count: 2.2k

“I’m forever blowing bubbles!” you sing at the top of your lungs with the rest of the elated stadium even though you’d left your seat to go to the loo. “Pretty bubbles in the air! They fly so hii…HEY! What the fuck?!” 

You quickly go to grab the wrist of the hand you felt trying to knick your wallet from your pocket. As you turn to curse out whoever thought they could just steal from you that easily, you’re met with the prettiest pair of blue eyes you’ve ever seen. It throws you off balance for a second — but only for a second — before you work to quickly recover you’re pissed off facade. You give the man a “what the fuck?” look, eyes wide, eyebrows expressive.

“So sorry, love,” he responds. “Just bumped into ya.” 

“Oh? You’re fingers bumped into my pocket?” you shoot back, your look scathing. 

He’s surprised you caught him; pretty much no one ever does. He’s even more surprised you’re calling him on it with as much feist as you  are… and he fucking loves it. 

“Alright, alright. ‘M sorry.” He lifts his hands up then puts one on his chest as he swears, “Truly.” 

He has nice hands, you can’t help but think. You scold yourself for thinking that when this bloke is so clearly a prick, but you justify it to yourself by thinking it’s just that his many rings caught your attention… and damn do they make his hands look even better. You shake your head at yourself, but thankfully, he seems to think it’s your response to his apology. 

“Let me make it up t’ya,” he offers, and you’re curious. 

You cross your arms across your chest, and shoot him a harsh “how?”

“However ya like.” He smiles and takes a step closer to you. He’s charming as hell, and you hate it. “How bout… you let me buy ya a drink somewhere round here? This thing’s basically over anyway. No fuckin way they come back from three nil.” 

You debate for a moment, biting your lip in consternation, and you notice his looking at your mouth when you do. You hope you’re not imagining it, and think “fuck it”; you had nothing better to do after the match anyway, your friends wouldn’t mind, and you could just ditch him if it’s not fun. 

“Okay… fine.” 

“Alright then,” he says with finality, his gorgeous smile sneaking back onto his face. “Let me just tell my brother I’m leavin, and I’ll be right back, alright?” He turns to go then turns back and adds, “Don’t disappear on me, love.” 

You shrug but then lean against the wall. He smirks a bit as he walks away. 

The walk to the nearby pub is mostly quiet, but strangely not awkward... except for the moment you have to ask if you heard him correctly when he said his name was Tangerine. “It's a kind of nickname that's just sort of stuck,” he explained, shrugging. “Besides, tangerines are very sophisticated, right?” You weren’t sure if he was joking.

The pub’s emptier now the match is still going on than it will be soon, and you manage to sneak up to the bar on the end furthest from the telly everyone’s eyes are still glued to. 

“What’d ya like?” he asks from beside you, and your heart rate increases a bit — okay, a lot — at the proximity. You both order, and you take a nervous sip of your pint when you can’t think of much to say. 

“So you a big West Ham fan then?” he asks.

“Yeah. Don’t miss a match. Since I was a kid really.” “Oh yeah? Same here. My brother and me, we watch ‘em all together unless we’re in the middle of a job.” “Sounds nice,” you smile. “What do you do?”

He hesitates, taking his own nervous sip of his drink this time. 

“Odd jobs, you know? Freelance stuff.” You can tell he’s being vague but don’t want to push it so soon. 

“And you work with your brother?”

“Mmhhmm, best part ‘a the gig sometimes. He’s a riot.” 

You find this affection extremely endearing and hope in the back of your mind that you get to meet his brother next time, that this will lead to a next time… So, you take a chance.

“Sounds like he’s the fun one, and you… you’re the handsome one then? Or is he as handsome as you?” You make an effort to stop yourself before you start ranting and ruin it. 

“No. He’s not,” he chuckles seriously. “But I don’t appreciate ya insinuating I’m not fun, love. What? You’re not having a good time?” he challenges. 

“Early stages,” you reply mock-serious. “We’ll see.” “Oh, alright,” he nods. “You should know now though, darlin…” He leans in. “I’m a man who loves a challenge.” He winks at you, his face closer to yours than it has been thus far. You’re sure you’re not imagining it this time when his gaze lowers to your lips and lingers there. 

You don’t know how to respond and clear your throat lamely, turning back to your drink, clearly flustered. You hear his amused chuckle beside you, and you roll your eyes at him teasingly. 

Your chat continues, the two of you quickly falling into a rhythm, and before you know it you’ve finished your first drink. Seeing he’s doing the same, taking a long last swig, you hope this isn’t the end of it. Relief and excitement wash over you when, as he puts his glass down, he looks over at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye you’re starting to love, and asks, “The same?” pointing at your empty glass. You nod gladly. 

As he leans into the bar to hail the bartender, your heart feels like it somehow both stops and races in the span of one second when you feel his hand on the small of your back. He asks for your drinks, but when he leans back, he leaves his hand there. You love the contact and lean closer to him to let him know. He smiles down at you, and you feel his hand caress your back. 

You keep chatting and drinking; he’s brilliant at making you laugh, and you have him cracking up not infrequently as well. 

The pub starts filling up now with the post-match celebratory crowd, and though you’re glad for the excuse to be even closer to him, tingles shooting down your spine every time he leans in to speak into your ear, you also lament the loss of the somewhat intimate bubble you’d created with him. You’re mid-sip when a seemingly drunken man pushes against you aggressively in his attempt to get to the bar, making you spill your drink on yourself and lose your balance. Tangerine’s arms come around you immediately, catching and stabilizing you. You love the warm, firm feeling of them, but it’s gone as quickly as it came as he shifts next to you, turning toward the man and squaring up with him. “Oi! Better fuckin watch it, mate!”

The drunken guy doesn’t even fully turn to him, responding, “Fuck off, pretty boy,” slurring his too-loud words. 

You see something slightly terrifying shift in Tangerine’s expression, a kind of craze come into his eyes, and you can tell already that he’s not someone you want to mess with. You see his fists tighten and his lips snarl, but before he can make a move, you stand in front of him and put your arms on his broad shoulders. 

“Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s not worth it, really. Please, I’m fine, and you getting in trouble for beating his arse would really ruin what we’ve got going, don’t you think?” You try to sound playful and comfortingly rub his shoulders. 

He exhales slowly, puts his hands on your hips, and leans in. “He’s lucky you’re here, love. Woulda ended up crying for his mum otherwise.” You laugh but feel the stickiness of the the spilled drink on your shirt as you do. You look down at it and tell Tangerine you’ve got to go clean up then make your way to the toilets. 

You’re glad of your luck that they’re individuals since it lets you take your shirt off to rinse it at the sink. You’re wiping yourself down when you hear a knock at the door. “Occupied!” 

“’S me, love. Sorry to rush you, but I gotta go.” “What?” Your heart sinks.

“‘M so sorry, really, but I just got a call about a job I was waitin on, and it can’t really wait.” 

You come up against the door he’s just on the other side of, a knot in your throat. You crack it the tiniest bit to be able to look at him, to say goodbye you suppose. When you do his eyes, full of emotion that makes it clear he’s sad to be going, immediately go from your eyes to your shirtless torso, landing on your bra-clad tits. He takes a beat, looks around, whispers what you think is “fuck it” under his breath, and pushes into the bathroom with you, locking it behind him. 

You’re shocked, standing completely still in front of him. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking you up and down before grabbing your face, the cold of his rings on your cheeks, and kissing you. 

You kiss him back immediately, wrapping your arms around him, entangling your hand in his thick brown hair. He groans at this, and you feel the vibrations in his chest that’s flush with yours. You moan in response, sucking on his tongue in your mouth, and pulling him impossibly closer. He pushes you back against the sink counter; it’s too small to sit on, but it helps give you some leverage.

He kisses along your jaw, sucking on your neck, moving his hands down to squeeze your tits. He kneads them, pinching your nipples through your thin bra. One hand caresses down your stomach to the waistband of your trousers. He unbuttons them adeptly and sticks his hand in your knickers. “I thought you had to go,” you laugh into his ear, lifting your hips to give him better access, already reveling in the feeling of his hands on you. 

He groans into your neck and takes a teasing bite then responds, his voice much lower than before.

“I do,” he grumbles. “But they can fucking wait.” He kisses you again then adds, “And I can be quick when I need ta.” His smirk is devilish as he runs his fingers across your already wet slit. “Feels like you are having a good time after all, love,” he jokes. 

You moan and lean your head back at the feeling. He returns to kissing, sucking, licking on your mouth, your neck, your chest, as he massages your folds, rubbing your clit before slipping a long, thick finger inside you. You whimper at the delicious sensation and rut into his hand. He chuckles appreciatively and expertly tilts his wrist on every thrust, hitting your spot over and over. He adds another digit inside and adjusts his thumb on your clit to rub as he strokes. It feels incredible. 

You’re holding on to the sink behind you for balance but bring one hand to his neck, gripping his shoulder and caressing his cheek, bringing him closer as you kiss him. He kisses back passionately, not missing a beat in his other actions, holding your face with surprising tenderness with his other hand. 

He reads your body, your sounds perfectly, speeding up and slowing down, adding and removing pressure, better than if you’d tried to explain to him out loud. You know you only met him today, but he doesn’t even feel like a stranger to you anymore. The connection excites and scares you at the same time, and you moan his name into his ear as you cum.

He kisses and touches you through it, and when you’re finished he leans his forehead on yours then kisses it as he steps away. 

“I do really have ta go now,” he bemoans. You nod wordlessly, your lips parted, your legs jelly. You spot the giant bulge in his trousers and another wave of pleasure washes over you at the sight. You wish you could do something about it, but he’s washing his hands and straightening his clothes before you can gather yourself. 

He’s adjusting his rings on his hands as he comes back in front of you. There’s conflict in his baby blues as you stare back up at him. 

“I’m not exactly relationship material,” he says softly. “But I really would love to see you again.” 

You kiss him gently and slip your hand in his pocket, taking his phone without his noticing. You lift it up in front of his face, and his surprise quickly melts to adoration as you whisper, “That’s how you do it.” 

He laughs and answers, “Not really fair, love. I didn’t have the benefit of a brilliant kiss as a distraction.”

You shrug and smirk; he unlocks his phone, and you put your number in it. He gives the phone a little shake, slips it back in his pocket, and kisses you quickly but roughly before turning and leaving without another word.

[foxdrabbles]

Transmasc Stainless and Plume talk about Gender?

"Um... Mr Stainless?"

Feist rolled himself out from underneath the automated arrow machine, glancing up at the Liberi standing in front of him.

"Hey! Just Feist is fine, Plume. If you need this machine, it should be good to go now."

"No! Actually, Mr... Feist, I wanted to ask you about... something else."

Feist pulled a towel from his belt, wiping at his hands, watching the way Plume was wringing her hands much the same.

"Yeah, of course. What's up?"

"I, um. I... saw that you're wearing, um. A binder. And I just actually, uh, started wearing one myself? And I was wondering if you, uh, had any advice, because I know you aren't supposed to wear them when you're working out? But I don't want to - "

"You don't ever wanna take it off." Feist nodded, watching Plume sigh with relief. "Believe me, I get it."

"I.. had a feeling you would."

"So!" Feist clapped his hands together, glancing at his watch. "Tell you what. How about we head to the cafeteria, and I can give you some tips over lunch, my treat. How does that sound, Mr Plume?"

Feist grinned, watching Plume's eyes open wide, mouth open with surprise, with recognition, with joy. "I take it that's a yes. Give me a minute to drop my tools off at the workshop and I'll meet you there."

[cutestkilla]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold and @thewholelemon!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

The only WIP I’m really actively working on right now is Hiding Out in the Open.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Psychology Podcast Hidden Brain + AU where Simon and Baz never got together but Simon still lost his magic and got spelled by Smith = Non-linear AWTWB-era Baz negging Simon with podcast links but actually secretly being sweet the whole time until they’re having real conversations and like, excavating some trauma until Simon figures himself out (or does he?) (He does, I’m not a monster.)

(I needed more terms for this equation, a few higher powers maybe.)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Well, so far I’ve warned for anxiety/panic attacks, implied/referenced child abuse, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of eating bugs, AND mentions of animal cruelty. SOUNDS FUN RIGHT?

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

So this fic is titled after a Feist song. The alternate title was a combination of a Ron Sexmith song that Feist did a great cover of and the name of the fictional podcast in my story:

Secret Heart, Invisible Mind

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next?

Oh, it’ll be this one for sure! I have nothing else even approaching any kind of written state.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Well, it’s just titled after the fic. But before I had a title and was just dreaming things up, I had a doc titled “Hidden Brainstorms”. There’s also a doc in the folder for this titled “Enemies Closer” that’s filled with research I did for an episode I have to invent…

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“You stood him up? What the hell Basil? I cancelled my plans for this.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

Okay so I am an idea hoarder, I rarely fully scrap an idea until I’m done writing a story, I just park them all in a dumping ground at the end of my doc for ongoing review. But one for sure scrapped idea I had for this back in the start was that Shep would co-host a podcast at some point in this story.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Welllllllll, I may have an entire (shared) Trello board for a fic that @artsyunderstudy and I have been excitedly talking about co-writing. I won't say much but it’s a Canonverse AU, featuring older strangers-to-lovers Snowbaz, and it’s a ghost story. Your basic SPOOKY SEXY SAD CATHARSIS type of deal.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively? One. Two if you count the Trello board which I periodically add ideas to. Three if you count the Wedding fic draft I have 20K written for and could start writing on again at ANY MOMENT.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Well, I’m about to be struggling with writing the scene where Baz listens to the podcast episode I have to completely invent. I have a full first rough pass at this chapter done, except that part where I just copy pasted a bunch of research notes to come back to…

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

🙏YOU get a kudos, and YOU get a kudos, and YOU get a kudos!

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