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missblissy · 6 months

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Domestic Astarion x Reader HCs

A/N: UwU just wanted to add to the married life headcanons after the events of the game. Fluffy good stuff below. GN!Tav, no class/race. Enjoy!

Some days always started better than others. But that’s only to say because someone didn’t need as much sleep as you, and had a life time left to learn new skills. One of them being cooking. Sure Astarion can’t taste and it’s a useless skill to him. But you? He would do anything for you. And that includes learning to cook for the sheer simple act of spoiling you with a warm and home made breakfast in bed.

It’s strange to say you two never had a wedding. That’s not to say you two weren’t married. “Oh…?” Astarion isn’t sure how to explain this when someone asks, “Well, you see, my darling little love here found this-” He holds up his hand and wiggles the ring in his finger, “On a rotting old skeleton then found the matching one, get this, on another smelly corpse!” Most people wouldn’t look fondly on something like that. But no, Astarion wasn’t most people. He’d smile and swoon, “And I suppose since then we’ve been married,”

It doesn’t help that back then when you did find those rings, you quite literally told him, “We’re married now,” As a joke. It wasn’t joke….

Astarion has a habit of leaving you poems to find in the most hidden of places. Like little lost treasures. Or maybe he just knows the looting demon you are at heart with your little grabby fingers going for anything they can touch. So it always comes to a surprise to you when you open a book and a poem written years ago flutters out… but the love and truth still rings pure despite the yellowing of the pages.

Crimson sons, vermillion daughters. Quivering maroon, burgundy, cardinal. Short fainting strokes Fester a broken carotid Free from feathers Unbound By the serpent's head no more.

His way of saying thank you for everything you've ever given him. And then some. No matter the message you cherished each treasured poem you would find.

The man had a knack for spoiling you, unconditionally, and most importantly, endlessly. If you saw something out in a shop that caught you eye, but you were just to stubborn to get it for yourself. Surprise, surprise when you get home and find it there with a man beaming proud like a puppy with his bone.

But that didn’t mean affection was off the table either. Astarion spoiled you with kisses, big ones, little ones, some on the back of your hand as he opened a door for you. Others on your cheek, gently but with sorrow as he left for some few weeks for whatever reason. He had his own things to do and sometimes you couldn’t go with him. But that just meant when he got home you could throw your arms around him, breathe him in and share the long awaited kiss of his return.

Married life strangely suited you both, from the little grabbing of hands under tables, the protective placement of an arm, the look of pride when the other did something extraordinary. And Astarion would always be the more boastful in pride when it came to talking about you.

And he couldn’t help but show off, sure he’s loud and arrogant about it. Saying he was best option of course, no one else stood a chance… blah blah blah. But when no one was around he can look you in the eye and practically grovel, “I am so lucky you chose me,”

There were many other things that came with the long life of being married together. The two of you were quite dedicated to learning to… dance. Astarion hadn’t a clue wether his left foot was right, and you may have been no better. It was your idea really. You heart would swoon watching other couples and with an eager voice you pointed a finger and declared, “I want to do that too!”

And so you did, but behind the close doors of your own home. Seeing as Astarion didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of so many people. Where you both could trip and side step and laugh, giggle and make the most out of learning something new together.

It seemed the two of you had a habit of learning things together. From silly little drawings, to paintings, perhaps an instrument or two. You both always found a way to share your hobbies and passions together.

And it was the mornings, where these happened most often. Naturally Astarion couldn’t be in the sun but that didn’t stop him from enjoying what little light he could. You’d find him in the dusty dusk right before the sun actually broke the horizon.

He had been teaching himself to play the piano, so to wake up in the morning and not hear the soft echos of keys down the halls would be a bad sign. It’d be another bad sign if you didn’t sit down beside him, stroking the keys as the two of you played a song that was always in the process of being made and never done.

Surely soon he’d go off to sleep, sharing kisses and affection. You wouldn’t see him again until the evening, when the sun was starting it decent. Day-phobia was real in vampires no matter how much they loved the sun and he didn’t have a worm anymore to help him fight that. But he managed, enjoying every sun rise and sun set he got to see just as the world of night came and went.

Despite staying up all night sometimes just to be beside him, it was fairly often that Astarion would have to nag you to go to sleep. You’d barely have even one eye open, drifting back and forth between dreams and you’d still tell him, “I’m not tired, I’m just resting my eyes,” All because he was up late in kitchen and you didn’t want to leave his side.

He often compromises though, making deals and barters, “If I go upstairs with you, will you go to sleep?”

“…” Surely you aren’t going to say no? “Will you be the big spoon?”

“Of course,” How could he say no to a face like yours? And such a sleepy one too?

He didn’t mind, not really. Some nights he’d stay in bed with you until the morning. Even though nothing would get done, or things he had planned were set aside, he wouldn’t sleep either, he truly really didn’t mind. He could lay there for eternity holding you close and be at peace.

#x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion hc #astarion headcanons #short headcanons #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion acunin #blissy writes #fluff #the good fluff #the queue tag!!

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endergirlplayz · 3 months

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Tf2 "pokemon teams"

pokemon teams is in big air quotes because theese aren't full teams amd ass I made theese I thought about more potential pokemon options so I'll make a note of what pokemon they have and what pokemon I'm thinking about adding to fill out there teams

Scout

Scout has a scorbunny and jolteon because those were the only pokemon I could think of for him (I think theese cod be added to tho!) As far as alternatives I saw someone mentioned exelgore which could work. I did at one point have an intrusive thought of giving him one of the sus pokemon (specifically, lopunny or vaporeon) but decided against it :Di was also just now thinking about it, maybe he could have a cyclizard

Medic :

Up front i should mention that Medic's pokemon were partially chosen based on how messed up there pokedex was or also vibes

Pokemon drifloon(loose nurse joy assosciation + steals children) , essspur ,pidove (arcimedis), yamask (let's be real here if medic could keep a human soul as a pet he probably would), and litwick (later chadellure ) (again messed up pokedex, kidnaps children and drags them to the afterlife, feeds of life force of humans).

Other options were wigglytuff (most messed up main nurse joy pokemon to me, once you start petting it you physically cannot stop, it can also expand to over 20× its soze whichis terifying ) or mimikyu (only not here bc he was givin to pyro)

Speaking of which

Pyro

Pyro has a rapidash, sylveon, fuecoco and mimikyu (idk if I gotta justify any of theese other than masked eldrich horror is mimikyu's whole thing and also fits pyros vibes good)

Other options were centiscoch, cyndiquill , magmortar, galarian rapidash

Spy

Spy and medic have the most fleshed out teams

Spy has a intellion, ditto, zoroark ,leopard, and indede

Some suggestions for spy other pokemon were froufrou and ... idk I forgot whelst writing this

soldier

Soldier has a braviary and a zigzagoon

other idea are bibbarel/ bidoof and staraptor

Demoman

Demoman gas some of the fewwest pokemon but the most ideas

He has a roggenrolla( or either evolution) and an electrode

Other ideas are aegislash, herdier/ stoutland, exploud , and maybe foretress

Heavy

Heavy has a blissy machamp and hariyama

I dont have any specific other pokemon he should have but I'm gonna be looking into ones that are bulky like him :3 (also was looking at beware, maybe that would work, or ursarang)

Sniper

sniper has a nictowland a Sandler ( it was supposed to be a krokorok but I couldn't get the intended effect of the image with that one.

Im also thinking sniperhas some silly/cute lil guys as poekemon, like munchlax, slow poke, spoink, or pinchirchin (snom? Maybe?)

Engineer

Engi has a magnazone and a rottom.

the only orher pokemon I've thought about giving him is tinkatuff

he's probbaly the merc I've put the least thought into the team of

anyway that's my lil surprise for yall, I'll try to draw more pokemom x tf2 stuff soon

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bliss-wily · 2 months

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Hey, Welcome! Thanks For Viewing.

Just some information about me and this tumblr.

Hi, just refer to me as Bliss or Blissy. I’m a 26 year old cis female. I identify as demisexual and I am autistic with social anxiety. I can be a little awkward in conversations but I’m a good listener. I’m an introvert and always have been but I try to be friendly - but sorry if I’m socially awkward.

This is just a personal tumblr that I run for fun, sometimes I take hiatuses without warning and other times I will post nonstop. There’s no in between, it’s just how time allows me.

I won’t be offended if any of you wish to unfollow me, as I will likely post a lot about Zarbon and other members of the Frieza Force. I know that is not for everyone and there will be no hard feelings.

If or when I become a little more confident I might post art and writings. They will be cringe, no doubt about that. Just to clarify: to me only my own stuff is cringe - everyone else? Your stuff is amazing, I love to see it. Creativity has never been my strong point, hence why I used to post only screenshots. However, I’m all for spreading positivity around here and the only way to improve is to keep trying.

Content on this tumblr will be safe for work, Dragon Ball is a series aimed at teens and I want to respect that. I just like seeing the more wholesome or funny side of things. Also, it’s just personal preference, as I know how quickly somethings can be taken out of context. I just want to have this be a safe place for everyone.

Also, I don’t mind ocs at all. Nor am I a crazy shipper who gate keeps or insists my way or no way. I like seeing other perspectives and I will always respect opinions. In fact, I love hearing lore, imagines, headcanons, stories, and oc bios. This is a safe space, I promise. I don’t bite, I’m friendly.

This has been a well overdue info post. Feel free to look at all past content, it’s most game screenshots. You may use anything as you wish. Any pictures attached to my newer posts are solely from the anime and manga - the most I’ve done is edited them. I don’t support AI art, I’m only using official media for content. The most I’ve used outside of that is Gacha Life, as seen in this post.

Once again, I apologise if I am bombarding dashboards with Zarbon. The man is my special interest, has been for nearly a decade. I still play Xenoverse 2 as well and participate in raids and parallel quests - but I’m on PS5 more than Switch these days.

Anyway thanks for stopping by! Please enjoy the content and use the search box. All my posts are tagged by character.

~Bliss~

#information #gacha life #majin oc #blisswily #welcome

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blink-blank-bliss · 1 year

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Hey Blissy your turn. I hear you are: "Neural Nets and Pretty Patterns owned voice actress and pleasure puppet"

Some odd questions for you:

Would you desrcibe yourself as being in a bdsm relationship that uses hypnosis as a tool like a Dom-sub relationship + hypno, Or a Hypno-Domination H-D/s relationship? Just curious how you'd define it - because you seem happy and you guys are still going strong, or is it a Hypno relationship +D/s?

Could you say please what the most important part of the hypnotic relationship is - like the thing that makes the hypnosis most effective for you?

Could you also please say what submission means to you, what are the core components for submission to be happening?

Thank you in advance x x x

Hi Doll! It's always a pleasure to hear from you and I'd be happy to answer your questions, I apologize to any reader who actually plows through this whole thing for what may be a little too much of a glimpse behind the curtain at Actual Me and not the public face of Bliss, but oh well, I don't really get a lot of serious questions and I am delighted that you've asked me, so buckle up here we go.

I don't think I would use any of those terms to describe my relationship with Neural. We are primarily romantic partners and best friends, and we work together to create weird kinky artsy audio porn stuff. He's the creator, but I do a lot behind the scenes to help keep the content coming and I take my job as Cunt Muse seriously. Yes, we have kinky sex and it's fucking great, but it's just a small part of a relationship between equals. He has, however, spent a lot of time inside my mind, as I have in his. It's given our relationship something that I guess I would call ...mental intimacy? haha that sounds gross idfk. But I've never really had this before and can't imagine having it with someone else. The content is a part of it, I love acting and he just writes me the most fun roles to play. haha in the one we are working on now I play the most sadistic nun ever, it's so cathartic, I swear I'm healing generational trauma doing it haha. Getting to explore all of that together is really sexual and really hot but it's not like ... hypnosis. I love having wild kinky trancey scenes with him and he is a wonderful dom, knows how to push my buttons just the right way to take me apart and always makes sure to put me back together after, but it's not as important to me as it is that he has made me laugh every day for over 5 years without fail or that he can write me a part to play in a script that will both highlight my talent and turn me on.

I think the most important part of the hypnotic relationship is trust. I trust him and he trusts me. I know he is committed to being good to me and good for me, as I am for him. He's proven it to me through haha some honestly insane shit storms of life and I know I have proven it to him. And we've been at it long enough that we've seen the proof, both of us are better stronger people than we were before we met. This is what makes us equals, but it's also what makes it possible for him to slide inside my mind like he's coming home and make me into nothing but his. For a time at least.

ok so this is a two-parter. Part 1. What does submission mean to me? So ok I am old. I came out as queer and kinky in a world where to be kinky you had to put on a latex dress and go in person to what they called an "S & M Club". It was terrifying but thrilling. But as far as kink goes, I'm a little jaded at this point. I feel like I've literally seen it all. I've been to at least 50 kink conventions of all varieties. I've taught classes, hosted infamous dungeon parties, demo dollied, bootblacked, partied with all manner of kinky people. but like.... I'm fucking old and I did it already. Now yes, I am still submissive, I am still a masochist, but I just don't have anything left to prove to myself or anyone else about it. Submission has been a part of who I am for more than half my life now, but at this point, it's pretty much just a sex thing for me. I mean yeah I call Neural Owner or Daddy when we play, and yeah it was hot as hell when I asked him to choose my new hair color, but it's for fun and a sex thing. Part 2 is pretty cut and dried. I'm jumping over the safety speech part here and just say that I'm only talking about power exchange that I would consider RACK. But for submission to occur there has to be some kind of agreement that you are going to give up your power to another for a period of time in some agreed upon way. That's what we mean when we talk about consent really. it's what makes healthy power exchange possible, without that it's all various degrees of abuse and codependency and people making each other into less than they are. Gross. I'm also going to answer a question that you didn't ask, but my advice to any submissive but especially those getting into it: -sit down with yourself and really decide what your values are, what your limits are, what your needs are, physically emotionally mentally before you go giving your precious self away to a dom. - Sub frenzy is a thing, it's crazy, I've been there, but it is Not Real and it will fade, take your time in establishing relationships and making commitments no matter how hot the scenes are. -No matter how much you worship them, your doms will remain human. Humans have limits on their time and their energy. Humans are not all-knowing. Humans get sick. Humans make mistakes. Don't put divinity level expectations on your human partner. It's a set up, no one can live up to it.

#not a bimpost for once

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littledots · 1 year

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pretty sure this is the most @rennisaturate and i have ever written together, and i am so happy. just a little blissy gal, dancing as i write replies.

#ooc #rennisaturate

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beidousbunny · 3 years

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IT WAS IMMACULATE AS USUAL 😤

it was more of a thirst tbh,,, but i liked it too much to not put in at least some main tags LMAO 😭

but fuck some of you guys need to chill with demanding stuff 😐 most of them were jokes but some of you are rude asf

#💌.bunny #blissy baby 👻#i also got a flood of requests?? 😐#demanding/guilt tripping me to write it #not a fun thing to wake up to

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blissfulnightrain · 4 years

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For the emoji ask game 😢 - A that made you cry ⭐️ - How do you get your inspiration?

kdfjskdfjskdfj I’m so sorry this is so late!!!! let me now finally get to this (and thank you so much for asking!!!)

A scene that made you cry - Hm, I certainly have scenes planned for Keeper of the Keywielders that I anticipate making me want to cry, but I haven’t quite gotten there yet! I think the saddest so far was Amaya and Sora’s separation:

She grasped her brother’s hand as tightly as she could when that final gust hit them and flung them in the air like a hacky sack. He gripped back fiercely as they flew higher and higher towards the eye in the sky.

“You two always gotta stick together, no matter what.”

No matter what.

Mom, Dad, Haru, Kairi, and Riku…They were all gone.

All they had was each other.

They clung to one another for dear life. Amaya could feel Sora’s nails digging into the back of her hand as they continued to ascend, but she ignored the pain – in fact, she could barely feel it at all. Her body was completely numb to physical sensation. Right now, everything depended on staying with him.

But of course, like the rest of the night, things did not go according to plan. One more powerful zephyr was all it took to finally drive them apart.

“Sis!” Sora desperately cried out, attempting to reach her once more.

“Sora!” Amaya shrieked, trying with all her strength to grasp back, but to no avail.

The final thing Amaya felt was a warmth in her chest, her last sight a glimmer of light that radiated from it.

And then, one last time, everything disappeared.

It was over.

Keeper of the Keywielders, Chapter 4

How do you get your inspiration? - I try to separate myself from my characters themselves as much as I possibly can, but when it comes to the way they feel about certain situations or build relationships with other characters, a lot of that is based on personal experiences. Sora and Amaya’s relationship, for example, draws some inspiration between me and my own younger brother - our dynamic wasn’t exactly the same (we certainly weren’t as close when we were that age), but the feelings of concern about one another, the teasing, the general feel is all there.

Amaya herself is actually inspired a bit by my own mom xD. The borderline neurotic neat-freak personality is all based on her, and the annoyance her friends can sometimes feel with her is definitely inspired by my own feelings towards it lolol~

There’s a lot more I could probably say on the subject, but I think this gives the general gist. Thank you again for the ask~

#ask blissy #writing meme #amaya #kh oc #kingdom hearts #kotk #keeper of the keywielders #sora

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strongbrew-hamstery · 3 years

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Thanks everyone for a your love and support about #Bliss. I read all our comments though I have been rather bad at replying these days. Bliss is doing okay, though I don't know how much time we have with each other at this point. It feels like she could pass any moment. She's still Blissying but she's lost some weight and is having some hind end issues. The decline was so sudden so I'm trying to brace myself for anything. Since then I've been spoiling her with all the food she could want which is what a Blisserbean likes. She's on my breakfast and dinner rotations now and last night she had vanilla ice cream. It's nice to see her happy for snacks. She's still saucy, but I can tell the sparkle in her eyes is fading. It's hard to see a hamster that has been a right terror her entire life suddenly move so slowly. Wasn't it only a few weeks ago she was climbing and escaping her hospital bin? 😭 My heart is shattered, but I am slowly picking up the pieces. I know it will shatter again when she inevitably passes. I don't know, but I don't think this is a "get better" situation. I have hope it is, but I think I need to make my brain accept that my time is likely limited with her. Our follower Libby said a few weeks back, "The Horseman Pestilence was probably all 'If someone doesn't do something to stop this hamster, she will live forever out of spite and then hunt us down. Can't have that.'" That really rang true to me and despite my broken heart, to a point it's true. Bliss is a force to be reckoned with. I guess cancer was the reminder to both of us that she is not immortal. I can't imagine my life without her but I know I need to. I do want to also thank everyone for reading/listening to me these last few weeks. I know it's been heavy. I am a writer and while I don't write much these days I often find it cathartic. I appreciate everyone being open to allowing me to share this stuff alongside the hamsters. I always try to portray a realistic view of breeding, and it does come with heart break. 2021 sure is off to a rocky start. https://www.instagram.com/p/CMAIqs4gwNB/?igshid=ehnbrdonhaop

#bliss

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thirum-stained · 4 years

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𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝟏𝟎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

nickname :Luna or Panda

star sign : Pisces Aires Cusp

height : 4′9

favourite music artist : ha! the list is too long for here

last tv show you watched : I am pretty sure it was Rookie Historian

what kind of stuff do you post : Threads aesthetic, trash update posts

any other blogs ? : A fair few. I have a meme and rp resource blog @kitsune-rp-help as far as rp goes there is a ton @about-to-flower @durasteel-muses @spells-and-scales @proelio-procusi and then a personal

why did you choose your url ? : I just thought it fit pretty much all the characters I want to write for DBH and was more surprised it was taken

hogwarts house : Slytherin

pokemon team : Chandelure, Aloan Ninetails, Blissy, Slyveon, Delphox, Mimikyu

favourite colour : lilac

how many blankets do you sleep with : 1 since it’s ungodly hot right now in winter it’s about 4

Tagged by: @androidvixen

Tagging: @artofdeviancy @spiritistanchi @howtodisassembleyourdeviant @creatorofclay

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missblissy · 5 months

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The Painter - Astarion X Reader

Summary: While out shopping in the city you come across a strange book. You decide to give it a read and get a few ideas… Maybe this was something you should share with Astarion?

Warnings: 🤷🤷 There isn’t really anything to be worried about, maybe suggestive themes but?? It’s mostly pinning, angst, kind of intimacy 👀 GN! Tav as always tho UwU)/✨

A/N: 🔫💀 I am here to bring more non-sexual intimacy with Astarion because I love healing a traumatized man. The poem used later in the story must get its credit where it’s due, and is Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost. As always, enjoy!

There are many things such a skill can be useful for. In time one can grow more fond of this technique with time and practice. A brush stroke can be equal of that to the hand caress along the inner thigh and bringing pleasure beyon-

“Hmm? Reading something new, I see?”

The binds of your book screamed out as the pages slapped such, cover to cover, while your skin nearly jumped off your own bones, “Astarion! H-hey!”

Peering over your shoulder from the back of the couch was the keeper of your heart and destroyer of any sense of sanity you had left. Astarion raised a cursed brow at you and leaned a little closer. The night was young and the floors below the Elf Song rang with customers coming and going as they pleased. Thankful the top floor was all to yourself but still, the liveliness below could still be heard.

“Why aren’t you down stairs with everyone else?” You asked as you set the book down beside you, even managing to slip it between the pillows and cushions.

Most of the others had joined the music and drinking below, Astarion was down there the last you checked, getting into some kind of heated debate with Wyll and Gale about who could flip a coin better. Sometimes those three could be so…

You shook the thought away as Astarion crawled over the back of the couch and smoothly sat down beside you, “Well I came looking for you of course,” He gave a wave of his hand then a side look, “You don’t normally hide away reading,”

There was a soft laugh from you and a half shrug, “We’ve been here for weeks now. There is only so much fun a drunken tavern can provide, and spending every night down there isn’t my cup of tea,”

“Hm, you’re no fun. What’s another night of drunken debauchery?” Astarion teased with a nudge of his shoulder into yours, but you gave a little shake of your head and he got his answer, “Fine, fine~” He sang out then threw his arms behind his head as he stretched, “One boring night, coming right up,”

You knew he was only teasing and meant nothing by it. Seeing as the flicker of amusement in the corner of his eye told you he would rather be up here with you anyways.

Without a second thought or a slight of hesitation, Astarion made himself comfortable. He laid down with his head in your lap, you letting out a little giggle as he shoved your hands out of the way to make room for himself. His feet dangled off the arm of the couch and he shuffled a bit as he kicked off his boots.

“So, tell me about this book you're reading, my love. I’ve seen your nose in it since we left that book shop,” Almost as if by instinct, your fingers started combing through his white curls, “It must be a terribly lascivious fantasy, no?”

You could hear the little giggle bubbling behind his words as he spoke as well. How many times has he mentioned the book now and you’ve just ignored him? “It’s not that kind of book,” You didn’t stop playing with his hair, but you did look away with a faint blush. If he was going to be persistent about it then you had little choice to put up a fight.

He started to reach over toward the book tucked beside you but you slapped his hand repeatedly, “It’s not that kind of book,” You huffed then grabbed it for yourself. Just to prove your point you leafed through the pages then stopped on a specific one.

To say it wasn’t just any kind of book would be an understatement. You held the book open and showed Astarion. On the page was a simple diagram. Well… perhaps not simple.

The vampire spawn tilted his head a little, not exactly sure what he was looking at. Slowly he lifted his hands up and held the book open himself, “That pain priest really did a number on you back then, huh?”

“In a way, yes. But… Not exactly,” You said, while gazing at the page as well. It was hand drawn by someone tied up, very tied up, and very restrained, hanging from bounds of ropes off a ceiling. You flipped to an earlier page, one that shows exactly what knots where needed to achieve such a complex picture.

You then flipped a few pages back, “You did too,” You were hesitant to say those words, but there was no reason to lie. Nothing good came from it so why hide. You stopped on a different picture with a person fully in the nude but covered head to toe in painted on words. Then to another page that required both you an Astarion to nearly tilt your heads in a 90 degree angle to get a better look at whatever it was you were seeing.

A moment of silence passed and Astarion narrowed his gaze softly with a raised brow and looked up at you, “What is this book?” He closed it and looked at the cover, no title, then the spine, nothing. He went to the first page and only found a table of contents.

You gentle took it from his grasp and started fingering through it, to somewhere in the middle where the title was hidden, “Peculiar Pleasures,”

Astarion sat up fully, his head no longer in your lap as he straightened out beside you, “What did you mean, when you said you did too?” There was a slow growth of worry on his face, like he was about to be in trouble.

But you have a quick wave of your hand to dispel such worries, “Nothing bad,” You softly smiled and placed a gentle hand on his, he quickly took it but still had a silent question in his face waiting for you to explain, “I…” You started, not exactly sure where to start, “… I Was looking through the books at the shop, just wandering about. I saw this book, and it reminded me of you. And what you said about this kind of stuff feeling… Tainted?”

He didn’t say much but he did raise a brow and held an open hand out with a curl of his fingers. You passed the book to him and watched as those same fingers flipped pages with care and curiosity.

Still a little frazzled, you felt your shoulders tense up and rise to your neck while letting out a nervous laugh, “I just thought it was interesting…” You started to ring your fingers together with that same empty laugh, “And maybe this book could, I don’t know… It’s sex without sex!” You blurted out louder and than you expected then got yourself all sorts of frazzled, “Like… ya know… that kind of stuff. I just thought-”

“You thought it could help,” His voice was cool like ice and just as slick, “That’s very sweet of you,” You finally looked at him to see a smile in the corner of his lips. He leaned into the distance between you two and placed a kiss on your cheek, “I’d like to keep this for awhile, if you don’t mind,”

“You actually want to read it?” The surprise in your voice was hard to hide, why wouldn’t you be? You gave him an odd look full of questions regardless.

He gave you another side look, one more playful as he turned to full face you with a tip of his head slightly to the side. Your noses barely touched as he smirked, “I’m just reading it, love, we aren’t doing anything,” It was cruel of him to flirt like this, and to give such a teasing tone.

It made the tips of your ears burn and your cheeks match, “I know!” You huffed and turned away sharply, “I mean- well. Good.” You smoothed out your shirt as some form of distraction or action to seem casual, “I’m glad you like it then,”

A soft laugh escaped his lips and you felt a smile tug at your lips. Soon the giggles came from you both. Astarion raised an arm, inviting you in by his side and you quickly took the offer, snuggling up and resting against his chest, “How far have you gotten? I shouldn’t have that much to catch up on,” With how fast he reads? It’d only take him a few hours you guessed.

Astarion opened the book again once you had both gotten comfortable on the couch. With a shrug you told him, “I’m not that far, maybe a few chapters?”

“Wonderful,” His grin was cheeky, “Means you don’t have much rereading to do,”

A curious brow was raised on your face, “Oh?”

He snuggled himself closer and began flipping to the first few pages, “Of course, everything I could want is right here,” His voice was laced like honey, sickeningly sweet, “Why would I bother leaving?” He teased, “A beautiful paramour by my side, a saucy book for the ages, and the rest of the night to ourselves,” A stray hand of his began combing through your hair, all the while he focused on skimming pages with ease. It was rather perfect.

You let out a little hum, “You have a point,” The curl of his fingers through your hair was enlightening yet calming. It was like a call of tranquility. Another hum as your eyes fluttered shut, “Wake me when you get to chapter 4? Around page… I don’t know, half way through,” To hells with him if he thought you’d reread the damn chapters a second time.

“Mhm,” Was his simply and soft reply, then followed but the subtle turn of a page. He never stopped twirling curls of your hair between his fingers, something of a rhythmic pattern that was predictable and pleasant.

Sometimes you’d get pulled from the lull when he’d pause, his hand stopped and a strange chuckle could be heard escaping his chest. Even peaking an eye open you could already tell what he was reading. You saw a silly but errotic picture from before, someone clad with no clothes being tickled by countless feathers and… other peculiar things. You laughed at that one too.

Or a few pages later there would be an image of someone experimenting with entire blocks of ice and nothing else, or toying with magic in stranger ways than normal. Even a few pages were dedicated to the art of chanting and just calling out sounds and how to seek orgasmic pleasure from just screaming. Though you couldn’t deny, some things in the pages seemed entirely thrilling. It was indeed a book of peculiar pleasures.

So the half chuckles and chortles from Astarion every so often put a smile on your face. Though you still drifted in and out of a half sleep, despite the ruckus downstairs still raging on. After some time with a vampire you grew to love the coolness that always radiated from Astarion, like a freezer, he was naturally chilled and cool to the touch.

After a while however you felt a little jostle on your shoulder. Then more of a shake. Your eyes shot open and for a split second you were expecting a surprise attack. It was just your beloved vampire, though, seeing as you nearly forgot with your little power nap, “Star-bite..?” You yawned the nickname and rubbed some sleep out of your eyes.

You eyes flickered to the book beside you, still in his hands, you noticed he was nearly to where you left off, he only had a couple pages left to catch up though.

“This one,” Astarion’s voice surprised you, causing you to snap your head towards him. You caught a look of what could only be described as determination. He fully turned the book to you and pointed his finger to the page with an image you had already seen.

There was a drawing of a woman painting on herself. She was, keep in mind, nude, but her body was covered in runes and words alone. They covered her from head to toe. Your eyes traveled to the paragraph below, you still remember what it said.

Pleasure can come in many forms, this one being the pleasure of touch and grace while healing, and exploring the mind and body so intimately that nothing but a brush stroke is needed. This practice is known as The Painter. Its purpose is to form bonds either with yourself or with that who holds the brush. There are many things such a skill can be useful for. In time one can grow more fond of this technique and with practice. A brush stroke can be equal to that of a hand caressing along the inner thigh and bring pleasure beyond what a touch could ever do. Paint into you what you’ve always wanted to hear, or secrets you can’t keep any longer. You could even scribe poems, or runes, whatever means most to you.

“I want to try this one,” Astarion’s voice caused your mind and eyes to drag up to him.

You felt a rush of blood run to your cheeks as you forced an awkward laugh, “R-right now?” He couldn’t be serious. Your eyes flickered around the room, wondering if anyone had come up from the tavern yet.

Astarion only answered you with a quick and sharp nod of his head. Well then…

You blinked a few times, still somewhat surprised by his forwardness, “O-okay,” Then you said it again with more confidence, “Okay!” You shot up from the couch and looked around then made your way to the door, Astarion was close to follow behind you. He did manage to grab an ink well and a brush, however, as you managed to slip away to the solo suite down the hall. He had not forgotten the book either.

“So, what do you want painted on you?” You closed the door as he followed in, then turned and watched as he kept his nose in the book and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Without lifting his head, he raised only his ruby eyes and gave you a staunt look, “I was thinking a poem,” That was rather interesting, or so you thought. A little fitting even.

But you still had to ask, “Are you sure? I mean,” You made your way over to him, sitting side by side while taking the ink well and brush that we’re still tucked under his arm, “I only ask because it wasn’t that long ago we thought it was just a poem on your back,”

“I’m sure,” He closed the book with a swift snap as the pages shut together, “Besides,” He leaned a little closer to you with a smirk, “I get to choose what it says this time,”

A soft single giggle of a laugh escaped you. You then clicked your tongue with a little shake of your head, “Alright, where do you want to start?”

You watched as he proceeded to think, mule over what he wanted and what he didn’t want. Which was still a foreign concept to him that he hadn’t quite yet settled into. Eventually and with caution he said, “Let’s just start with my arm. I don’t think I’ve got enough words to cover me… Nor do I think I want to,” He gave a small and nervous, boyish chuckle at the end.

“Okay,” You nodded with a smile and waited as Astarion shed a few layers, then undone his shirt and exposed only his torso. You had nearly forgotten how beautiful he was, but only soaked in the view for a moment before giggling giddy with bubbles, “You talk, I write,” You hummed and dipped the tip of the brush into the ink, tapped away the loose drops, then hovered it over his one of his shoulders, waiting with anticipation.

His breathing slowed, and Astarion thought. He even closed his eyes trying to envision the words appearing on his own skin. Soft, but not a whisper, his voice traveled deep from his lungs. A strange sounding roughness filled his words.

“I have been one acquainted with the night.”

Slowly with each word, you carefully wrote every letter with deliberate delicacy, as if you were painting on the world’s thinnest canvas, ready to break under the smallest weight.

“I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.”

His voice carried a world hidden within it, one that you could only ever catch a glimpse of in moments like these. Each faint brush stroke along his skin sent small and welcomed shivers from each place the hairs prickled his skin. Astarion even had to take long moments between each entry, to give you time to scrawl down his tainted words.

It was incredibly intimate, much to his surprise. Especially when he’d turn his head just enough to see you, and see your hard stare more focused on the brush strokes of each word than staring back at him. He couldn’t explain it, but having your attention still be on him, but not actually looking at him…. His chest felt light and his blood began to pick up speed. Your focus filled eyes would only glance back up at him when you were ready for the next verse. It was enough to make his breath hitch, for the candle light to reflect stars in his eyes and turn his head away once again.

“I have passed by the watchman on his beat, and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped to the sound of feet… When far away an interrupted cry came over houses from another street,”

You carefully worked down his arm, making your way to his wrist, to gently clasp it with your free hand and turn his arm over, palm facing up. There wasn’t a moment of lapse or pause as you continued on working your way up the other side of his unpainted arm. For you this was just as intimate. You could see the shift in his chest, the way his breathing would quicken and slow again depending on where the brush stoked along his skin. In all fairness, it was a learning experience, but still one that made your cheeks burn. Especially when you could feel him staring.

You were keen not to look back at him, or away from writing down his words. As much as you wanted to steal a glimpse, to see the half lidded look on his face, the glaze over of his eyes and the way his lips parted with each intentional word when he was speaking… As for now, all the two of you could hear was each other's shallow breathing, then of course Asterion's little quick in tack of air as you finished the verse and looked up at him waiting patiently.

“But not to call me back… or say good-bye… And further still at an unearthly height, one luminary clock against the sky proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right….” He paused, and waited, and even more still once you caught up. He said nothing for a moment, nothing at all. But soon he sighed out his next and final words as if they were more personal to him, as they were becoming words of affirmation rather than confirmation, “I have been one acquainted with the night,”

He didn’t move, and neither did you. You couldn’t place your finger on it, but you watched him slowly flutter his eyes close and take in a few low breaths. The ink on his skin had started to dry and you carefully traced your fingers over the black words once more. There wasn’t any tension between you two, rather, a longing.

You’re voice came as a subtle surprise to him, just to hear it that is, “I have become one acquainted with the night,” You echoed, still tracing the words along his arm, “It’s a beautiful poem,” You leaned closer and place a light and loving kiss on his shoulder, “And a little sad,”

Hearing so made a bittersweet smile curl onto Astarion lips and he breathed out a soft and low hum of a laugh, the kind that came from his nose as he sighed along with it. He tipped his head towards yours, a loving nudge as he nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head, “It is sad, but true,”

“Hmm,” You smiled a little more as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You fell into each other, into a loose embrace by simply enjoying the closeness. You still traced your fingers lightly along his painted arm, then softly gave a loose chuckle, “You know this doesn’t look to bad,” You gentle lifted his arm, in the process you hooked your arm around his and locked yourself at the elbow while slipping your hand into his, “I bet you’d be able to pull of tattoos if you wanted,” A banter was in your voice, light and airy.

A quick laugh came from him, and he raised an eyebrow at you, “You think so?” His giggle was laced into his words, he peered down along his arm and took a moment to imagine the words being replaced with more permanent art, “Is that your way of saying you’d like me more with ink?” The tease in his voice was harmless and playful.

With a dramatic, “Noo!” You nudged your shoulder into his, swaying a little together as you each laughed, “Only if you wanted to, of course. I like you just as you are,” Though you wouldn’t mind at all… the back of your mind flashed you images of Astarion honestly covered with tattoos.. hmph.

Astarion placed a little kiss along the side of your temple to ease his teasing and said, “Honestly I’ve never considered them before. The idea of a needle poking me for hours on end sounds like torture… Though…” He looked back down at his arm, gave it a little twist and a full view as he admired the words, “You are right, I do look pretty good,” He smirked with sharp teeth.

You burst into a fit of giggles and nodded your head along with him, “You really do,” You gestured back to the brush and ink well beside you, “I can do more if you like?”

His eyes flickered to follow your hand then he gave a little shake of his head, “This is a good start, for now,” He reached over and took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips and placing a tender kiss against your skin, “Thank you. For doing this, I mean,” Then he gave a cheeky little shrug and a slight harmless roll of his eyes, “And maybe for getting the book too… I… I think I needed this,”

“Of course,” Your brows knitted together but with a sweetness as you place a hand on his cheek, “Of course!” You repeated with emphasis, placing a kiss on his forehead and pressing yours to his, noses just brushes against each other while you humed, “Anything for you, my sweet Star-bite,”

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Instructions: Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.

tagged by @greenfiredragonfly :)

this is hard btw.

slow burn or love at first sight - No question on this one. Best example of a well executed / beautiful / downright inspiring use of slow burn happens in Dresden. Yes, of course there are many other fics that do it amazingly well and I feel the urge to link some but this is my mandatory one-Dresden-reference-per-post.

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers - Actually, this one is hard, because enemies to lovers is so nice to read too. I mean, look at Hannibal and Will. But best friends to lovers is such a fluffy concept. So yeah. I’m already cheating. omg there was only one bed or long-distance with correspondence - I like both. This is getting hard.

hurt/comfort or amnesia - Ok, easy. I don’t remember if I’ve ever read an amnesia fic. No pun intended.

fantasy au or modern au - As a general not-too-much-AU-reading-type-until-recently, both used to be meh but I do tend to quite like modern settings.

mutual pining or domestic bliss - (I actually finally googled ‘mutual pining’ to understand what it actually is) and yeah I like both but domestic blissy fluff wins. smut or fluff - I like both, and I don’t pass smut if it’s well written, but overall it’s got just a bit too boring for me. Not fluff. Fluff is beautiful.

canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic - I like both too, but as missing scenes are technically the whole reason why I write fanfiction (and certainly why I started) they’ve always been fascinating and inspiring to read from other authors. Fix-it fics are not bad either.

alternate universe or future fic - Who’d think I’d pick this one, huh? But although I like both, alterative universe has proved that it can have beautiful things, a literal surprise box in a distinctive manner that future fics of course can have, but not quite like it.

one-shot or multi-chapter - Both, for reading and writing, although I do tend to prefer one shots for both cases because it’s just easier and takes me less time. But when I read (or write) a multi chapter, man, be prepared.

kid fic or roadtrip fic - Kid fic sounds more interesting, and having written one or two myself, I guess I should actually read more of these lol. reincarnation or character death - Before, it’d definitely be character death because man did I love to see my favorite characters suffer. I still do, but now I find solace in reincarnation fics. Haven’t read many, but this one did the trick

arranged marriage or accidental marriage - Uh. None? Lol just realized I have not read any of these.

high school romance or middle aged romance - Middle aged romance for sure. High school can be interesting if done right, but there’s a special type of fluff in my heart for middle aged.

time travel or isolated together - Both sound interesting, but time travel makes me think of Through the Ages and that makes me think of awesomeness. neighbours or roommates - Both I think, but neighbours, why not.

sci-fi au or magic au - I’m inclined to say neither, but I’ve read amazing fics of both! Sync and Fixed. But solely because of the authors who wrote them. It’s just not my cup of tea overall.

bodyswap or genderbend - Haven’t read bodyswaps but I’ve read genderbend and liked them. It’s nice to imagine the way the characters look.

angst or crackapocalyptic or mundane - Angst, always. Crackapocalyptic sounds too specific lol, mundane sounds mundane but that can make fluffy fics.

If you want to @nohrianxscum, @sonderous-opia @hedera-helixwriteseruri @dorkwolf-nightmare @wasting-time-again @momtaku @midnight-in-town @melodyoftheriver @grelleswife

#replies #greenfiredragonfly #this is mostly regarding reading really and makes me want to read lol

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blastingxff · 7 years

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themasterassassin replied to your post: Tagged by: @pallet-proud Tagging: I still don’t...

She is Cleary an aries

((I don’t think so personally. I totally see where you’re coming from, but I don’t think she’s an Aries, simply because her Aries “behavior” isn’t coming from her personality, but from her circumstances.

I love astrology more than healthy. And I really don’t think she’s an Aries. Aries are too confident in themselves. They’re too outgoing. Though, I will say her Moon sign is an Aries. She does seem like a Virgo sun sign and an Aries moon sign. It is quite an interesting combination that I think matches well.

Put under a read more because I love this sorta stuff and so it got long. But disclaimer: These are my thoughts. If you want to write an Aries Jessie, go ahead. Though I feel it would be a little more shallow of a portrayal (which isn’t bad! I just don’t care for that type of writing myself)

Jessie is a victim of circumstances, but if we look at how she is when she doesn’t have to fight, we can see that she really isn’t as domineering or even as outgoing as she puts on.

I actually did some pretty in depth research into this, as I find astrology fascinating and really interesting. From reading multiple blogs and pages about it, to reading those silly lists and seeing which I believe Jessie would do and what sign it was associated with. But that can get lengthy. I’m going to highlight the passages though I read that turned me off of Aries for her and onto Virgo. Keep in mind, both signs are incredibly independent. But both get hung up in different ways.

Here is a passage where I see you would think Jessie is an Aries: “If confronted, Aries can turn to be quite childish, they will fight back with their agressive nature and are known to have temper tantrums should they not get their way. “

However. I do not think her childishness is part of her personality. As a child she was shown to be quite easy going, she was able to go with the flow, and was quite mature. She throws temper tantrums now because (as I have written in some other headcanons) things not going her way throws her into a panic. In a sense, her tantrums are a way of her dealing with her panic attacks because she wasn’t allowed the release of having someone there for her. For Virgo this says:

“Some people might find them cold or emotionally detached because they live in their minds, not in their emotions and feelings. It might be hard to pin down how a Virgo friend is feeling because they easily live in denial.”

I think this is much more Jessie. Even in the episode Forest Grumps when they’re all separated, and she’s with Ash and Brock, she’s viewed as much more pensive and lost in thought. In the episode Ignorance is Blissy, when we see her at the nursing school, she ignored the idea that she couldn’t be a nurse because she wasn’t a pokemon, her emotions were reserved and quiet. I think that Jessie is actually a very quiet person when she’s allowed to be on her own in a situation where she is truly comfortable and not acting. She’s an expert at hiding her true emotions, something Aries signs are not known for.

Another passage for Aries, from the same site.

“Aries are more then willing to take a gamble and follow their dreams and goals. However, if success is not immediate, they tend to lose interest and give up easily. Aries are notorious for not finishing what they have begun.”

Jessie only takes gambles when she has to. Her entire life has been unstable, but she desires that stability- which is why I think after so long trying everything else she ended up in Team Rocket. Because Team Rocket wasn’t a gamble anymore, there was nothing unknown about Team Rocket- her mother was in Team Rocket- Team Rocket was her home. Jessie went home. And Jessie doesn’t quit easily either.

However, Virgos:

“They also have the ability to probe into a person's emotions and they can often see into people and detect what their motives are. This makes them great policemen or interrogators. Virgos are very good at problem solving, this is what they do best.”

They might get continuously shat on throughout the entire series, but if there’s one thing that Team Rocket are it’s resourceful problem solvers. A lot of their plans are actually brilliant, and the TRio were very, very good at their jobs once upon a time. A job that requires dedication and patience- and it seems, at least before the twerp- they all loved their jobs.

I can see where you could put up the Aries temperament as an argument:

“Independence is key to Aries astrology, they do not like to take orders from others and enjoy getting their way. They can get childish or moody should they be given orders that they do not like. Aries easily take offense to comments made. Aries are self-involved and can be self-centered, if they do not pay attention to the feelings of others, Aries can easily become spoiled and resented by others. In order to get their way, Aries will tell a lie if it seems advantageous to do so. They are however, not very good liars and other people can usually see through them.”

And some of these do fit, Jessie does take offense to comments- but not all comments, but not really comments that aren’t meant to offend. She will tell a lie because it is her job to do so, and as a young woman living on the streets lying was a defense mechanism that could literally save her life. She is naturally good at lying, which is why she is good at performing. She is self-involved and self-centered because there was literally no one else who cared. If she were so self-centered and egotistical despite having a loving surrounding, then yes, she would be more Aries, however that is not the case. If you are living on your own, you can only afford to think about yourself.

For a Virgo it says:

“Virgo needs to get in touch with their feelings, this is why they usually seem cold or detached. They are very prone of living in denial. They will say the feel okay or everything is alright even when it's not. This is an easy way out, the one thing that Virgo does not like to analyze is their feelings so pretending everything is okay is a good defense mechanism for not having to take a closer look at their feelings. Virgo has an unpredictable and sometimes unstable temperament.”

Jessie has this habit of viewing being sad as a waste of time. So she refuses to allow herself to feel that way- she does pretend often that everything is great. But it’s not. Nothing in her life has been even remotely acceptable for a human to have to go through, and yet she ignores it. She makes cold comments, she has a bite to her, and I think her quiet moments are more telling of her nature than her PTSD freakouts.

This is getting way long, so I’ll just post some various quotes from some Virgo pages that I felt matched:

“This is a sign often misunderstood, not because they lack the ability to express, but because they won’t accept their feelings as valid, true, or even relevant when opposed to reason.”

Jessie does not believe her own emotions on this level are worth sharing. Complaining is for those who have time and money to complain, she has neither.

“These individuals have an organized life, and even when they let go to chaos, their goals and dreams still have strictly defined borders in their mind. Constantly worried that they missed a detail that will be impossible to fix, they can get stuck in details, becoming overly critical and concerned about matters that nobody else seems to care much about.”

Jessie has an end goal in mind when she sets out. And that is her goal, there is little one can do to convince her to change her mind. Details are essential, especially for their riskier missions, and even for her performances- Jessie pays attention to the smallest detail.

“Many Virgos may choose to pursue a career as writers, journalists, and typists, but their need to serve others makes them feel good as caregivers, on a clear mission to help.”

Friendly reminder that Jessie first wanted to be a pokemon nurse and she went to great lengths to attempt reaching it. She’s also said she wanted to be a teacher and a doctor before life shot her down. Not only that but when she, James, and Meowth were on their first test mission thing together, she split her bread with them both.

“Seeking goodness in humankind is the story of Virgo, and disappointment seems to be inevitable from their point of view.”

Jessie started out as a hopeful, optimistic child.

“The first time they came from their cloud and jumped onto planet Earth, it felt like their mission is to use their existence for good, discovering ways of justice and purity in other people. Once they fail to find it too many times, Virgos will pull away, get lost, turn to substance abuse, or simply separate from other people to sit on the bench, criticize and judge.”

This is basically Jessie’s story.

“Compatibility of Virgo with other zodiac signs is mostly based on the ability of their partner to give them all the love they need to start feeling safe and open up enough to show their soft, vulnerable heart. “

“They will care for people they build a solid relationship with, treasuring them for years and nurturing them in every possible way.“

“Private and defensive, this is someone who needs her defense mechanisms respected but still broken by the right partner.“

“Virgos are sensitive to their surroundings, and they tend to embarrass easily. They are generally reticent when faced with anything or anyone new. However, once they feel comfortable, they can talk up a storm.”

“In fact, Virgo is an intensely curious sign. Still, there is a strong desire to remain pure on some level, despite all of Virgo’s curiosity and drive to know things. Those Virgos that find a true interest or “calling” easily become connoisseurs–their attention to details and enormous observation powers give them the ability to learn all of the ins and outs of any subject. These people love to do research, in addition to analytic or detail work. They’ll happily pick apart practically anything, although they are less adept at putting things back together, and often have trouble grasping the big picture.“

“When they’re not feeling well, they can be overly critical and nervous. They fuss around, have a whole slew of assorted little complaints, and throw small tantrums.“

“Solar Virgos are perfectionists–there’s simply no escaping it. They dream of mastery; they long to do something really well. Some Virgos are so scared of their own perfectionist qualities that they tell themselves they don’t care.“

“Despite an overall lack of confidence, Virgos can be mighty proud–even arrogant–when it comes to their work, routines, or hobbies. Secretly, they think their methods of doing things are the best.“

Just to point out, I do headcanon Jessie to actually not have a lot of confidence in herself. She really sees no reason to. She fakes it, oh, she fakes it well, but really- she’s the one often calling herself a loser in canon.

“The surprising part is that Virgo, although knowledgeable, doesn’t always get its hands dirty.“

How often does she get the guys to do the digging and building for her?))

#themasterassassin #{headcanon}#long post #{outofplans}#((I was going to go to bed XD But then I got distracted XD #guys please note: when I make an astrology call #probably like weeks of research and thought have gone into it #like I really find astrology fascinating))

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