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wh1msic4alwasab1 · 1 month

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𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

synopsis: you yearn to step onto the sand, relinquish your tail for just a moment and experience the world above. You find a man capable of granting you your wish, but there’s something wrong.

tags: mermaid reader, fingering, penetration, beach sex, vulgar, explicit.

wrd cnt: 1.6k

a/n NOT PROOFREAD: i had to get a little creative bc i was researching mermaid intercourse bruh i was deep in the google trenches…hope this is still good !

The moon shines down beneath the crystal clear waters, casting a mesmerizing glow on the vibrant coral reefs and schools of colorful fish. You were no stranger to this enchanting underwater world. But today, as you swam through the familiar marine life, your thoughts were consumed with a longing for something more. You had heard stories of a new world above the surface, a world where creatures with two legs roamed and breathed air instead of water. It was a world that both intrigued and terrified you.

As you gazed up at the shimmering surface, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have shed your tail and explore this foreign land. But as a mermaid, it was only a dream, a distant desire that seemed impossible to fulfill. But little did you know, fate had other plans in store for you.

As you continued to swim along the coast to catch a glimpse of the stars, you find a man with long silver hair walking above the earths hide.

You try to conceal yourself in the night, but he takes quite a quick notice of you.

You get startled from his gaze, but his eyes shine a shade of blue so vibrant they hold you inbetween currents like a fish on a hook.

“Hello there, do not worry, I won’t hurt you”. The man says to you from above, his hands infront of him to show you his good intentions.

You swim up the sand, letting the water glide you up onto a rock, letting your tail lay on the sand; draped over.

He kneels down, “Are you okay?”. You’re avast ways from your home, but you couldn’t miss a chance to actually talk to a human.

”Yes, yes I’m alright.” You began to study his features like a predator ready to strike; his winged-lashes flickering.

You’ve never met a human before, you’d heard stories of the good and bad nature of them, but he seemed different. “You’re a mermaid.” His question sounding more like an awestruck statement. You nod slowly, unsure of his reaction.

“Amazing, I’ve been told your kind had ceased ever since tales of the property emerged. I never thought I’d get to see one again.” He says with a sense of wonder and disbelief.

You can feel your face conform at his words, “Again? Whats is your name?” you ask, suddenly breaking out of his trance.

“Neuvillette. I may look it, but I am not human. I’ve lived many years, and befriended many of your kind. I am just glad to be given the reassurance of your resilience”. He says with honesty.

“Thank you- I am y/n”. You finally tell him.

“Beautiful. What brings you to the coast?” He wonders out loud.

“I’m- just curious. I wished to take a look upon the world above me.”

“Curiosity can lead us to great adventures,” Neuvillette said, his eyes full of admiration as he gazed at you. “But it can also bring us trouble. You are brave to venture to the surface alone.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. “I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. And now, I have found something much more intriguing than just the surface world,” you said, your eyes flickering to Neuvillette’s lips.

He seemed to sense your desire and stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “And what might that be?” he whispered, his voice low and sensual.

“I wish for legs…” You confess, teasing the handsome stranger just a bit.

“And you think I can grant them to you?”

“You are the hydro dragon, aren’t you? I couldn’t quite out my finger on it. But we have a many great tales about you…and your abilities.”

“You are correct. But I must warn you, it could be an unpleasant first feeling.”

“But you can do it?!” You flap your tail in excitement a few times, the hair that covers your wet and exposed chest flaling around as you wait for his confirmation.

“I can…but I must be here to supervise you. A lot can go wrong, and the people of this land may not all be so accepting”. He warns.

You take time to consider the need for your yearning, but still you hold onto the dream you desire so deeply.

“I’m sure of this.”

He releases a deep sigh, “Alright, please allow me.”

With his large palms, he picks you up off the rock; his hand under your slippery tail and holding you bridal style to sit you onto his lap.

You apologize about ruining his clothes with the salty sea water, but he pays no mind.

“Don’t look down. Simply look up here.” He commands, holding your gaze with his own as he soothes the length of your tail, speaking whispers you can’t transcribe, slowly feeling your body half lighten exponentially.

You suddenly feel a weight lifted off you, and look down with his permission.

Your face lights up, and you feel as if you’re dreaming. As if any moment now you’ll wake up under the sea foam and find yourself with a tail.

But this was real, and you thanked the man with everything in you.

“You’re welcome, but remember that there are still-“

“Arghh- Something’s wrong…”

His eyebrows furrow, not seeing anything physically wrong with you which only makes him more worried.”

“What’s wrong my dear?” He says, trying to be respectful and looking away from your naked body.

“Something’s feeling- so hot.” You squirm, looking to him for help.

“Guide me to where you need.”

Taking his hand in yours, you trail him over your stomach before placing it on your growing heat, making his hand cup your crotch.

“Right here” you plead.

His face was covered in deep red, unable to speak.

“That- is quite unusual…I’ve never seen that happen. Does it hurt?” He says with true concern, trying to conceal his arousal.

You shake your head, unable to describe what it felt.

“What is this? Have you ever felt this?”

Neuvillettes voice hitches as he’s even more embarrassed and trying to find the right words to explain what you feel.

“Well, not this exactly no. But, I think I understand the issue”.

He casts a shadow over you, his large body coming close to whisper something in your ear.

“You’re feeling arousal, and there’s only one way to get rid of it.”

You feel a lump in your throat, eyes locked into his as you feel even more helpless.

“Please…” You plead, grinding your hips towards his hand, “Help me get rid of it…”

He smiles down at you, spreading your wet lips apart, “It would be my pleasure, sweet mermaid.”

With a gentle tug, he pushes your back onto the rock you were sat on earlier.

He parts your legs and keeps the bottoms of your thighs on top of his, giving him a good view of his fingers delving into your tight hole.

“Mmfph- that feels…so good”. You confess.

His hand moves your hair behind your neck, your chest fully on display as his free hand squeezes your mounds and roll your nipples under his fingertips, giving you two sources of pleasure unknown to you before.

“Neuvillette- I need more.” You beg, putting your hand on top of his, making him squeeze your breast harder.

“Anything for you, y/n.” He flashes a small smile before putting your hand on growing bulge.

“This is what is going to help you find your release, sweetheart.”

He helps you unzip his pants, and out springs his cock; falling right into your grasp.

Your eyes widen, it felt so big in your hands you didn’t possibly know what to do with it.

He helped you pleasure him, making your hand stroke him up and down as he thrusted into your palm.

“You’re so gentle…such a sweet thing.”

You feel your cunt drool even more, something so unknown to you made you feel so feral.

He positions himself at your entrance, kneeling perfectly before you with your legs wrapped around him.

“This…goes right in here.” He grunts out, pushing his thick, veiny cock fully into your perfect cunt and hearing your pleasure heighten quickly in the form of moans and gasps.

He started with slow, deep thrusts; getting you used to his size and the feeling of your own hole stretching.

You felt like you could pass out if he didn’t keep going, the ambiance of waves crashing against the rock behind you and the sounds of your wet skin slapping together drove you wild. The sea water brushed against your ass but his tongue slid against yours in such a manner that made your entire body feel like it was under the sun.

“Do you like how this feels?” He asks, grunting in your ear and whimpering at how your cunt squeezes him.

You nod profusely, thanking him about a million times as he keeps fucking you on the sand, holding your waist and trialing sloppy kisses down your neck and chest.

Your breathing was heavy and your mind was swirling with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you. You were completely lost in the moment, just the two of you on the beach, your bodies entwined in ecstasy. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he wanted to take you there with him

“Y/n- keep squeezing around me like that, fuck…such a perfect hole.”

Your moans turned into screams as you both reached your climax together, waves of pleasure crashing over you like the ocean behind you. You collapsed onto the sand, panting and trying to catch your breath. He rolled onto his back next to you, a content smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“That was amazing,” you said, pulling him close to him. “I’ve never felt anything like that before”.

“Well you have a few more hours of it if you so please.”

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#jo’s posts #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #nuevillette #neuvillette genshin #genshin neuvillette #genshin smut

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fushigurro · 17 days

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𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙉 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝙊𝘽.

𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / incest, stepcest (not specified for reader's role) / threesome / unprotected piv / reader with female anatomy and pronouns / toji calls reader ‘mama’ once / 1.6k words.

so. this was supposed to be a brief thought but i have once again gone overboard. i blame @kentohours for her glorious ability to spark my brain with her ask (and all the other lovely people in my inbox giving me inspiration today).

You’re sitting on your knees on the bed, face to face with Megumi while you're both stripped down to nothing but underwear, and there's a lump in his throat. You place a hand on his thigh when you lean in to kiss him, and it takes him a moment to rest a nervous, shaking hand of his own just above your knee. The kiss is tentative and has his heart racing a mile a minute, but he can smell the familiar scent of your shampoo and it puts him at just the slightest bit of ease.

Megumi almost forgets that Toji's standing off to the side with crossed arms and a look of scrutiny in his eyes, seemingly unimpressed thus far with the juvenile nature of the kiss—evenly-paced, chaste lip locking that slowly but surely has Megumi's cock hardening in his briefs. His hand moves just an inch further up your leg and squeezes to ground himself, while his father looks on with growing impatience.

Toji's streak of jealousy colors his voice with a harsh tone, his words covering up the fact that he'd prefer to be the one touching you right now. "Feel her up. She's not made of fuckin' paper."

Megumi's brow furrows as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, and as much as he'd like to disobey his father out of pure spite, his need to explore you overrides everything else. He shuffles closer to you, moving his hand up to your waist and then just below your breast, feeling the swell of it graze over his fingers as you breathe.

You separate yourself from Megumi's lips and say a little breathlessly, "Toji, stop. It's his first time."

A brief wave of embarrassment washes over Megumi at the sound of your voice, but then you smile and give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing a great job, baby."

That encouragement urges Megumi to reconnect your lips and swipe a thumb over your hardened nipple, feeling you sigh into the kiss at the careful touch. Toji huffs but silently takes note of how you respond to his son's brand of tenderness.

After what feels like eons of timid groping and testing the waters, Megumi finally has you underneath him, virgin cock leaking against your already dripping slit as he prepares to take the final step. He softly ruts between your folds with sweat on his brow, catching your clit with his tip and taking in shaky, focused breaths as he studies the familiar beauty of your face. his adoration for you consumes him, and he forgets that he’s being watched.

Toji reminds him.

"Jesus fuck, son—grow a pair and give it to her already," he berates, egging the younger man on with sharp words.

Megumi growls and resists the urge to slam into you, instead opting for a gentle push through your entrance until he's hilted and completely surrounded by your warmth. Once his arms stop trembling and he's almost certain he won't cum at the slightest movement, Megumi sets a pace with his hips and revels in the pleasure your heat provides.

Meanwhile, Toji sits back and leisurely strokes himself to the sight of you being stretched open by his own flesh and blood. He nearly takes pride in it, but it only tides him over for a while, because even though the sound of your sweet moans and praises are endearing, it’s been far too long for you to not have had an orgasm by now. Never mind that his son has no experience—Toji wants to see your toes curling, and he’ll be damned if Megumi doesn’t learn how to do it properly.

He's provided little instruction thus far, keen on appraising Megumi’s natural talents, but he anticipates having to intervene soon.

Toji moves to loom over the two of you and uses a large hand to take a fistful of Megumi’s hair, pulling the younger man’s head back to look up at him. "You gonna make her cum or what?” he says with a challenging look on his face. “Gonna give her what she needs, or do I have to step in and take care of my woman?"

“Toji—” you attempt to interject but are cut off—

“Shut up,” Megumi snarls, hips stuttering and face flushed from the exertion and humiliation of it all.

Toji laughs at his son’s heated reaction and uses his strength to rip the boy away from you in an instant, flinging him off to the side before he can even try to fight back. Megumi’s blood boils as his spine hits the mattress in the space next to you and Toji’s taking his previous place with finesse, slipping your legs over his shoulders and putting you in a mating press with nothing less than practiced ease.

Megumi knows better than to take the risk of protesting, especially when Toji buries himself in you with one swift stroke, looks over at his son and says, “Start taking notes.”

Everything is a blur for you after that. Toji’s cock works you as well as it always does, splitting you open and sending pleasure down to the very tips of your toes. You’re unable to glance over and see how Megumi’s length twitches against the dark patch of hair on his belly at the sight of your sticky cunt being used, but Toji can see it—he makes a point to turn his head and flash a cocky smirk at his son as he rails into you.

Megumi fights the urge to touch himself while your arousal still glistens on his shaft, and although he resents Toji for stealing you from him, he can’t deny that watching you receive such pleasure is an incredible delicacy. It may be in a much harsher way than he himself had ever imagined being able to enact, but he is indeed taking pointers from Toji’s efficiency at making your eyes roll back.

After a couple of orgasms wrack your system, your husband finally presses his pubes to your clit and floods you with his seed as deeply as he can manage. Toji pulls out with a satisfied groan once he’s finished and moves to leave you wide open again, casually gesturing for Megumi to assume his position and top you off after the demonstration.

“Pop quiz. Were you paying attention?”

Megumi wants to snap and toss out harsh words, but he’s too desperate to be buried within you again to the point where he says nothing, opting for ignoring the way his father’s cum gushes out of you and pushing his own cock back inside to shove it even deeper. He immediately sets a pace and uses his indignation to drive him forward and please you, but not in the same way that Toji had—no, he’ll lick your neck and work your favorite spots in his own way, coaxing the pleasure from you with reverence and hailing you for letting him.

Toji’s admittedly a little shocked by how Megumi’s technique has already improved, albeit being quite different from his own. The younger man is still pulling those same pleased moans from your lips as he strokes your insides with filthy wet sounds, but it somehow doesn’t detract from the air of devotion that lingers between the two of you. Megumi even kneads your breast and does his best to roll your clit beneath his thumb a few times—anything to try and bring you the same ecstasy his father had.

“I wanna make you cum,” Megumi softly proclaims with a desperate voice in your ear. He needs it just as badly as you do.

“Fuck—you’ve got it. Just keep doing it like that, baby,” you reply, feeling the heat in your core build with each passing second. Megumi continues his rhythm without faltering, lest he ruin this opportunity to please you, and the nudging of his pelvis against your clit with each deep stroke has your head beginning to spin.

“Yeah, yeah… such a good job, pretty boy,” you praise him with breathless, hurried words, and the two of you are completely wrapped up in one another. Toji would be jealous if his cock weren’t already almost twitching back to life.

You’re nearly at the edge but Megumi is at his breaking point, balls tightening and promptly shooting his load out as you begin to constrict around him with need. However, he doesn’t stop his movements, pushing himself to keep fucking you despite the overwhelming desire to freeze as the pleasure takes hold of him. Thankfully, it doesn’t take much longer for you to topple over as well, milking him with the flutters of your used cunt and gifting him with the pride of having been able to please you.

Megumi takes refuge against your neck, huffing and panting as both your bodies recover from their respective highs. You’re overflowing with the seed of both father and son, the mixture trickling from your hole and onto the bed sheets before Megumi can even pull out and lay next to you. Once he does, however, Toji approaches again and captures your lips in a celebratory kiss.

“Well done, mama.” he grins and traces along your sloppy folds with a curious hand, causing your breath to hitch and body to jolt at the overstimulation. Toji then slides two fingers up your cunt and covers them with the mixture of everyone's cum before promptly removing them with a squelch. “Think we’ve got him off to the right start.”

Toji looks down at his exhausted son, filled with both pride and competitiveness at the results of this excursion, but he knows there’s so much more to be learned.

He provides no warning before shoving his two digits into Megumi's mouth with a wicked grin, forcing him to taste the combination of the family’s pleasure on his tongue. And there's more where that came from.

"Ready to learn how to eat pussy?"

#dividers by @cafekitsune #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #re: megumi fushiguro #re: toji fushiguro #my writing.

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141trash · 3 months

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Breaking Point pt 2

Read part one here

AN: Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! I had such a hard time writing this, mostly because I don't really know how to write scenes like this... So after multiple failed attempts I sort of copped out on the violence? I'm workin hard on part 3 pls let me know how you liked part 2

The first punch went straight into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. You let out a fearful squeak, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head away.

"No, no." the man scolded mockingly, "Don't look away princess. Don't want you missing the show."

A hand grasped your hair roughly, pulling your head back sharply to an upright position and earning a startled yelp. He smirked, settling on the chair one of the other guards had brought in for him and forced you to sit at his feet, directly in front of Simon.

"Oi. Leave 'er alone. Your problem is with me yeah?" Simon lurched forward, but was yanked back by the guards and forced to his knees.

The grip on your hair tightened, causing you to whimper.

"Correct. My problem is with you." He leaned his face down next to yours, using his free hand to caress your cheek, "But this is a learning experience and we have to explore every angle."

You glowered at him, wrenching your jaw from his grip and in a brief moment of foolish bravery, spat in his face. Rage fluttered over his face, splotchy patches of red coloring his cheeks and neck.

"You would do well to watch yourself." he told you stiffly, "I might break my own rules, just to watch you suffer."

"You're a fucking freak!" you shouted back, "I don't know who you are! I don't know what you want. Just let me go."

Simon watched you thrash, trying desperately to get free. A flutter of protectiveness washed over him seeing the heavy set man looming over you. Even if you were working with them, which he was beginning to think you weren't, this sort of treatment wasn't something anyone deserved.

By the time they finally left, you'd screamed and cried yourself hoarse. Begging and pleading for them to s top as they forced you to watch the interrogation. Well it was less of an interrogation and more turning a man into a human punching bag.

All the while, the firm grip on your hair had forced you to continue watching, pulling you back every time you turned your head away. The slimy voice of the man who was clearly the boss, speaking directly in your ear, reminding you mockingly to keep your eyes open.

They left you shivering and cowering on the floor, not daring to move towards the lieutenant until the door had swung shut and the footsteps had faded away.

"I'm sorry." You whispered when the two of you were alone. Snot and tears dried on your face from having to endure watching a man get the life beaten out of him in front of you. He was slumped clutching his middle with one arm.

"S' not your fault." He grimaced, pushing himself up to lean against the wall for support.

He was hard to look at if you were being honest. One of his eyes would likely be swollen shut in a few hours, and there was a trickle of blood where one of the guards had split the skin just below his eyebrow. It wasn't like you'd never seen violence before. But action movies, and witnessing the occasional drunken street fight were nothing like this. The horrifying unrelenting sound of fists hitting skin, coupled with the muffled grunts of pain had left you nauseous.

"I know you from somewhere?" Simon broke you out of your thoughts. He was eyeing you again, studying you for any connection you two might have.

Unfortunately as unfamiliar as you were to him, he was to you as well.

Shaking your head you replied, "I don't think so. I don't recognize you."

He snorted a laugh, " 've usually got m' face covered up."

"What? Like. Like a mask?" Your face scrunched as you tried to picture it, "What are you some sort of superhero?"

Simon scoffed at the assumption and then let out a low groan, slumping further into himself. Fuck what were you supposed to do? The last time you'd taken first aid courses it'd been as a teenager so you could apply to be a camp counselor. You doubted those skills would be useful here anyways.

"I don't," you crawled over to sit next to him gulping nervously, "I don't know what to do. Please tell me how to help you."

"Save your strength. There's nothing either of us can do right now. My team will have noticed I'm gone by now. Likely they're on their way to find me."

You didn't know why, but the words were so reassuring. Especially considering he was a literal stranger. But looking him over, even though he was beaten bloody you felt hopeful. From his large muscular frame, to the faint scars that littered his visible skin, he felt like someone with experience.

"That man. He called you Lieutenant." You began hesitantly, "You're military?"

"I am. Can call me Ghost."

"Ghost." You repeated, raising your eyebrows. He took in your unimpressed expression and glared almost playfully at you.

"Yeah, Ghost."

"Whatever you say Lieutenant."

Taglist: @teehee-47, @bleuu-moon (cant remember if you wanted to be tagged so sorry if you didnt ^^;)

#i'm not satisfied but i cant work on this pt anymore #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x you #breaking point series #sah rambles

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cheolaholic · 8 months

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ring of love; csc (03)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; new chapter !! also added navigation and some lists to my profile where you can find right here <3 you can find my masterlist, idea/wip dump, a link to my ask box where you can send in thots, requests and even comments; alongside my ao3 ^^

hope you all enjoy this chapter and lmk if you can guess which korean web series one of the scenes are from 👀

hint: it involves a certain kpop group

it was the beginning of fall when your family moved to daegu.

though it wasn’t a big or dramatic move, since you’re moving from the big city to a smaller town in the same province, it was still big to you because it was your first moving experience.

you vividly remember watching the colored leaves fall from the branches and onto the pavement, being stepped on by pedestrians and you imagined they made those ‘crunch’ noises as depicted by the many cartoons you’ve watched.

you were only 5 years old.

“___, are you excited to see our new home?” your mother asked from the passenger seat, turning to see you kneeling on the backseat, admiring the outside view. you turned to her with a big smile, letting out an excited ‘mm!’.

smiling at your enthusiasm, your mother turned to your father who was driving; reaching out her hand and placing it over your father’s resting on the armrest of the car. “do you think she’ll like the place?”

intertwining his fingers with hers, your father gave your mother’s hand an assuring squeeze, “i’m sure she will,” he spoke, “if she doesn’t, we’ll just have to hope it grows on her.”

your mother laughs at your father’s statement; at the same time hoping that it wouldn’t come to that.

the car stops in front of a white double-story terrace house. the second floor had been extended into a balcony and you notice the few familiar plants from your previous house put on display. half of the wall on the outside of the second story was an exposed brick wall, which adds a little bit of red-orange aesthetic to the full white design of the house. the ground level had a black gate, with two front doors in the same colour with floor-to-ceiling tinted windows.

getting out of the car, you ran up to the gates, attempting to climb them before your mother rushed over and picked you up. “sweetie, that’s dangerous!” she pointed out, a frown on her face.

your father was at the boot of the car, stacking two of the many boxes together before making his way to the gates. “honey, the keys are in my back pocket, could you get it?” reaching out a hand into your father’s pocket and fishing out the keys. unlocking the gates and the front door, your mother placed you down on the ground to help your father with the boxes while you decide to explore the interior of the house.

running up the stairs to the second story of the house, there were three gray colored doors. being a curious child, of course you went through all three of them. you opened the first door that revealed the master bedroom, which of course is going to be occupied by your parents. the second door lead to a bathroom; and when you reached the third door - a pink sign was hung on the door with your name written on it.

pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was a pink bed tucked nicely in one corner of the room. across it was a white study table with a few trinkets decorating the surface, followed by a wooden closet right next to it. at the foot of your bed stood a similar level bookshelf, filled with all your favorite books and coloring books; alongside some of your plush toys.

“do you like it, babygirl?” came your father’s voice from behind you. whirling around and flashing him a big smile, you excitedly nod your head as he crouched down to your level, giving your hair a ruffle.

“i’m glad you do.”

he then proceeded to pick you up and placed you over his shoulder, legs hanging over his shoulders. “daddy!” you squealed, giggling as he gave you a piggyback ride.

“honey! ___!” your mother called out, “come meet our neighbours!”

you stared down at the young boy from your father’s shoulder while he stared back up at you.

as your father sets you down from his shoulder, the roles switched; you’re now staring up at the boy while he stares down at you.

seeing how the staring contest would not end anytime soon, your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, introducing you to the young boy and the woman standing next to him who you deduced to be his mother.

“my, what an intense staring contest,” she chuckled. “we’re the lees’! that’s my husband, and this is ___, my daughter.”

“intense, indeed,” the woman chuckled. “we’re the chois’. it’s nice to meet you, ___. this boy here is seungcheol, my son. my husband’s out back dealing with the garden.”

she then looked down at seungcheol, lightly patting his shoulders, “cheol, did you bring what i asked you to?”

snapping out of the staring contest he was having with you, seungcheol handed you a paper bag which you accepted after getting a nod of confirmation from your mother. looking inside the bag, you see a container of brownies, a small ‘wah…’ leaving your lips.

“mom and i baked them last night! we hope you’ll like them!” seungcheol said with a big grin on his face.

placing a hand on your head, your mother smiles, “our little ___ will definitely like them. she has an incredible sweet tooth.”

“no, i do not!”

“___, sweetie,” your father spoke up, “you ate half a tub of ice cream in half an hour.”

“daddyy!!”

you were 7 when your little crush on seungcheol began.

you were in the playground, swinging on the swingset with your bear plush in your lap when a group of boys approached you. “that’s our swing,” one of the boys spoke, arms crossed as they stared down at you.

you stopped swinging and looked at the group, “you can’t claim a swing. it’s a playground for everyone.” visibly upset by your response, the boys stepped closer so that they would tower over you. “well, this is our swing now. get off.”

“no.”

you could see the face of the boys turn red - from anger and embarrassment that you were refusing to follow their instructions. as they continued to stare down at you, one of them noticed your bear plush, snatching it out from your lap.

“hey!” you shouted, getting off the swing to try and get your plush back, “give him back!”

“nuh-uh,” the boy retorted, raising it up above his head so you can’t reach it, “that’s what you get for sitting on our swing!”

you then shove at the boy, crying out, “i said give him back!”

“back off, girlie!” another boy said, shoving you back with a harder force, causing you to fall back onto the ground of the playground.

as the boys walked away with your bear plush, leaving you to cry on the ground. they tossed it around, occasionally dropping it on the floor and purposefully stepping on the poor plush, later on acting as if they didn’t mean to do so. witnessing the boys’ treatment towards your plush, you pulled your knees to your chest, hugging it as your cries grew louder.

“___?” a worried seungcheol called out.

crouching down in front of you, seungcheol places a hand on your head, gently petting it in an attempt to comfort you. “___, what happened? why are you crying? are you hurt anywhere?” you attempted to answer him. but, due to your crying, you had a hard time forming words, only letting out harsh pants and whimpers.

“easy there, ___,” seungcheol said softly, “take a deep breath, okay?”

when your crying calmed down, the older boy heard the laughters of the group of boys. turning his head towards their direction, he saw them taking turns throwing a plush bear at each other. seungcheol recognised the plush bear - it was the very same plush he had gifted you on your 7th birthday.

he then turned back to you, noticing that you were looking at the group with a frown on your face. pressing his thumb against your forehead, he gave you a gentle smile, “don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

turning back to the group, he let out a sigh, “they took your bear?”

you sniffled as you nod your head, wiping the snot from your nose with the sleeves of your hoodie. “do you want me to get it back for you?”

“p-please…”

nodding his head, seungcheol got back up on his feet, ruffling your hair before making his way towards the group of boys.

“hey, you rascals over there!” he called out.

you don’t know why, but you felt your heart race, a small blush forming on your face.

after seungcheol had gotten your bear plush back from the group of boys (mainly by scaring them off because imagine an older, taller boy approaching you with a scary look after talking to the girl whose bear you had snatched), he walked you back to your house.

as his parents were out working, it wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to spend some time at your place with your parents as he waited for his to return home. sitting beside you on the porch of the backyard of your back garden, seungcheol was eating a piece of brownie your mom had baked while you enjoyed a cone of vanilla ice cream.

“you need to learn to stand up for yourself, ___,” seungcheol spoke, placing the now empty plate next to him and looked at you. “but, i have you to protect me!” you responded with a smile on your face, earning a small laugh from the boy. “i know, ___. but, i can’t always be there for you.”

“d-does this mean you’re leaving me…?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes. “oh, ___,” seungcheol said softly as he places a hand on your head, “that’s not what i mean. i meant it as in, there will be times where i can’t always be with you. you remind me of a puppy,” he chuckled. “maybe that can be a nickname for you, hmm?”

when your eyes light up and nod excitedly at the older boy, he lets out another laugh and ruffles your hair.

“alright then, pup.”

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selfhelpforstudents · 5 months

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Identify your personal learning style, peak productivity hours, and preferred study environments.

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Step 1: Learning Style Assessment

1.1 Research Learning Styles:

Explore different learning styles, such as visual, auditory, kinesthetic, or read/write. Familiarize yourself with the characteristics of each. (find my post here)

1.2 Reflect on Past Experiences:

Recall situations where you felt most engaged and learned effectively. Note the activities and methods that worked best for you.

1.3 Take Learning Style Assessments:

Utilize online learning style assessments to gain insights into your preferred learning style. Examples include VARK (Visual, Auditory, Reading/Writing, Kinesthetic) or Honey and Mumford's Learning Styles Questionnaire.

Step 2: Peak Productivity Hours Identification

2.1 Self-Reflection:

Reflect on your daily energy levels and focus. Identify times when you feel most alert, focused, and energetic.

2.2 Experiment with Different Times:

Schedule study or work sessions during various times of the day. Observe your productivity levels during these sessions.

2.3 Track Productivity Patterns:

Maintain a journal to log your productivity levels throughout the day. Look for patterns or consistent periods of heightened focus.

Step 3: Preferred Study Environments

3.1 Experiment with Settings:

Study in different environments, such as libraries, cafes, quiet rooms, or outdoor spaces. Note how each setting affects your concentration and comfort.

3.2 Consider Noise Levels:

Assess your tolerance for noise. Determine if you work better in complete silence, with background music, or in moderately noisy environments.

3.3 Evaluate Lighting:

Pay attention to the impact of lighting on your focus. Experiment with natural light, artificial light, and different color temperatures.

3.4 Note Distractions:

Identify potential distractions in each environment. Consider whether you thrive in a completely distraction-free zone or if a mild level of distraction enhances your productivity.

Thanks for reading! Hope it helps! x

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Different Sides - Kim Seokjin

Synopsis: To Seokjin, the world was his to claim. He could care less about the differences that were meant to keep people separated or the physical miles that made the distance. Especially when it comes to you, he was ready to give your relationship his all.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Fluffffff, strangers to lovers high-key missing Seokjin hours 💜

Word Count: 2.5k

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Kim Seokjin has always been curious about the world around him. He believed everywhere told a story. And instead of reading about it, he wanted to just experience it for himself.

While Jin was exploring the world outside of Korea, he knew that he always had to find Korean food wherever he goes. Whether it was at a restaurant or finding ingredients at home, he was determined to get a little piece of home wherever he goes. On this particular trip, he wondered into an Asian grocery store. He never knew places like this existed, but he was overjoyed.

That afternoon, you found yourself venturing to the Asian grocery store. You were inspired by a video you saw online of a person making a stew, which you figured would be perfect for a cold, rainy night.

With a list of ingredients typed onto your phone, you began to stroll through the aisles for everything you needed. You were pretty confident looking through the produce aisles. Potatoes, onions, green chili. Where you struggled is one you got to the spices.

You frequently glanced between the English typed on your phone with the Hangul on the printed labels. Maybe you could just grab what looked like it was used in the video? But the problem was also that many of the ingredients looked alike. Your eyes glanced around you to see if an employee could help you but there was no one in sight.

Jin was around though. He wanted to make naengmyeon, a craving he had since he landed in the United States. He was able to pick up most of the ingredients pretty easily, but he was having a hard time locating the actual noodle packets for it.

That's when he spotted you. You were staring up at the expansive shelves of spices, eyes bouncing around. He took note of the freckles that decorates your cheeks and the few moles that kissed your jawline. Your eyebrows were slightly scrunched which he found adorable.

Slowly, as to not startle you, he made his way over to you. His packet of ingredients rested on his forearm.

"You seem like you might need some help? May I?"

Jin silently thanked his parents and the universe for allowing him to study abroad when he was in his youth. He had gotten pretty good at being able to read English. He was just trying to work on speaking it without additional assistance, especially since he was traveling on his own. You looked up, relief washing over your face. Jin was mesmerized by the color of your eyes. He couldn't quite describing them but he found them enchanting. They were such a unique color, almost as if it was a color made just for you. He noticed your eyebrows relaxed as you eased down from your tiptoes.

"Please? I thought I was doing a good job at writing all the ingredients down, but I forgot about the part of the bottles being in a different language."

He chuckled lightly at you. Not because he was amused by your struggle, but he just found your adorable. He also loved that you thought you had to justify yourself to him, but there was no need. It was fate by the universe for you two to cross paths like this.

Jin held out his free hand, motioning for your phone. He gladly took your device and began to scroll through. He was able to easily pick up the exact spices you needed. It also worked out in his favor seeing as he could easily reach them from his height. With ease, he grabbed the remaining spices you needed before setting them down in your basket. "You know, there is one thing you're missing from your list." To your surprise, you raised an eyebrow. You figured that this stranger must know what they are talking about. Just eyeing his own basket, he seemed to know his way around the kitchen, so surely he could put two and two together to figure out what you were making. "What am I missing? Is there a secret ingredient to make it better?" You laughed. "Yeah, you're missing my number. Every good meal needs good company."

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You weren't the type of person to invite someone over spontaneously, let alone someone you just met a few hours ago. Yet, there was something about Jin that was different. After the interaction at the grocery store, you craved being around him.

Your eyes bounced around your studio apartment. You wanted to make sure everything was set up appropriately. Was it too casual? You had floor lamps on rather than the harsh overhead light in the main part of the room. There also were three candles of different heights lit on your kitchen table. Was it too romantic?

All the ingredients were laid out on the kitchen island, ready to be prepared. Jin insisted that you two cook together. "I just want to make sure you do it correctly," he teased you in the grocery store. If it meant that you could to spend time with him, you weren't complaining.

Knock knock knock

"Shit," you murmured underneath your breath. You didn't get the chance to second-guess yourself. Your heart pounding almost to the same beat at Jin knocking on the door. How could a stranger make you so nervous so easily?

"Coming! Just give me a second," you called out. You walked over towards the front of your apartment while your hands got busy at smoothing out your clothes. You wore a pair of ripped jeans and a grey sweatshirt with the hands rolled up to the elbows since you two were cooking. You had your hair half pulled back by a claw clip, showing off the gold earrings you might've stolen from your sibling.

Before you answered the door, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You made sure your makeup, while light, was not smudged. You gave yourself a quick smile, wanting to make sure you had nothing stuck in your teeth. Your hands were trembling with excitement.

Satisfied with your appearance, you walked fully to the door. You unlocked the top lock before opening it up. You gasped softly to be presented first with a bouquet of flowers, Jin smiling sheepishly.

"Really hope you're not allergic," he joked. You giggled before shaking your head, gladly taking the flowers into your arms. "Not trying to take this date to the hospital."

"I'm sure you could even make a trip to the hospital fun," you teased. You stepped aside to allow Jin into your apartment. He smiled as he crossed the threshold, watching as he shrugged off the jacket he was wearing. Holy fuck. His back and shoulder muscles are impressive.

Seokjin could feel his eyes on him, causing him to smirk. He glanced over at you from over his shoulder. "Like what you see?" As if to make things worse, he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows now that jacket has been discarded. You just couldn't take your eyes off of him, and he knew that.

Your cheeks quickly gained a red hue. You wanted to apologize, not wanting to be rude. However, hearing his laughter as he proceeded to head towards your kitchen gave you some relief. While at the same time, your stomach was warm and fuzzy from hearing him. He really was something.

"Are you coming, sweet girl? Every great chef needs their sous-chef."

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Making dinner quickly became the thing you two did. Whether it was for one another or together, the two of you were always in the kitchen. It was your favorite way of showing your love to someone. Jin was just content to be wherever you were.

That day in the grocery store turned into your first date of many. Throughout Jin's visit to America, he made frequent visits to your apartment with bags filled with groceries. Your apartment became filled with delicious smells, infectious laughter, and the sound of you two making out.

You couldn't believe how quickly things have escalated between the two of you. Yet, it felt like you two have known each other this whole time. He understood you in ways nobody else has even tried to comprehend before. And you were so curious about him - from his wit to his kind heart.

The months of Jin's stay were quickly dwindling down to a few weeks. And now, there were only a few days.

Everyone said the two of you would never work out. Your friends were concerned that the distance would be too much for you two to endure. Your parents were not the biggest fans of him considering they only had met him once.

Yet, their voices were all white noise to you. The only person that mattered when it came to your relationship was Kim Seokjin. Every day, he made it his mission to make it known how committed he was to you. He knew long distance relationships could be a source of anxiety, especially when it comes to unknowns.

There was nothing more that he was certain about than how he feels about you. The two of you met when Seokjin was on a solo trip. Since studying abroad in his youth, he was fascinated with the world around him. That is why he was so inspired to take up English, so he could be more connected with the world.

At the moment, you were both lying on your couch. Jin's back was against the arm of the couch, so you could rest comfortably against his back. One of his arms was wrapped around your body, keeping you close. Your other hand was playing with his free hand. You were comparing your hand sizes, seeing as he was much larger than your own. You would spread your fingers and he would mimick, adding to your amusement. In reality, it was serving as a distraction from what you really wanted to do.

"Alright, I've known you for about two months now. Something is going on in that pretty little head of yours,'' Jin commented.

He lifted his head off of your chin, so he could look at you properly. You often got quiet when you had something on your mind, something that you were going back and forth about confessing. Your eyebrows would furrow the slightest bit. You always thought you were slick about it, but he could see right through you.

"Come on, talk to me."

Jin offered a gentle smile. He was ready to listen to whatever was troubling your mind. You felt so comfortable around him.

"What are we doing, Jin?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head in confusion. "Right now, we're laying on your couch. We might cook, or if you want to just order in, you can show me your favorite restaurant. I won't get jealous because know I'm your favorite chef though," he smirked.

Normally, his humor helped lift the mood but not this time. Not when there were so many scenarios playing out in your mind at this exact moment.

"No, I mean, what are we doing? What is this between us?"

Jin sat up a bit straighter, but he didn't loosen his hold on you. His smirk did disappear though and furrowed eyebrows. He was providing all the space possible to allow you to elaborate.

Sure, he's thought about it. He was also curious as to what you two were heading toward, or what you could call yourselves. He's never felt a connection as intensely as whatever it is you two had. But he was aware that time was no longer on their side, and it was time to explore what life was outside of the bubble you two created.

If only he could freeze time before it all burst.

"Y/n, angel, I'm not sure."

You frowned at his words, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him. It could have just been a summer romance to him, nothing more and nothing less. You couldn't help but get your hopes up though.

"We have something special," he reaffirmed. "And I know that things are going to be different once I head back to Korea. I guess I'm not sure where things are heading because everyone has tried telling us that it's not going to work between you and I. But I want to prove them wrong." "So why don't we? Why don't we give it a try? Who says that it has to end the moment we say goodbye at the airport?" "What if instead of 'goodbye', we just say 'see you later'?" He offered.

If there was one thing about Kim Seokjin, he was a determined man. Whatever he wanted, he practically got.

However, Jin was skilled at making sure you never felt pressured to say yes to him. He was just happy to be in the same room as you. But, little did he know, it was so easy to say yes to him. You'd say a million times as long as it brought that charming smile of his.

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Two years later

"I don't thnk anyone in this room would have thought we'd be here today," your best friend spoke into the microphone.

You couldn't help but groan a bit in embarrassment, turning your head to hide in Jin's shoulder. His laughter rumbled from his chest, vibrating throughout you which made your heart flutter with excitement. He had such an effect over you.

His lips gently pressed to your head, an arm around your petite body. He couldn't help himself but run his finger over the white lace that covered your body. He just loved the feeling of the material underneath his fingertips.

What he loved more was the fact it was you sitting beside you. You wore a gorgeous white dress that looked custom-made for him. Truthfully, you could have walked down the aisle in a sack and he'd still be mesmerized by you.

"Seriously though. Their love story is one that you read about in romance novels, the ones where everything good happens. But they proved that impossible can be possible."

You lifted your head off of Jin's shoulder to look up at him. Every struggle was worth it knowing he was yours forever and always. After trying to battle canceled flights, time differences, and missed calls - you two made it. You defied the odds to get to this moment where you two are officially Mr. and Mrs. Kim Seokjin.

"I love you, Mrs. Kim,' he whispered. "And I love you, my handsome Mr. Kim," you giggled.

He grinned wide before pressing his lips to yours lingeringly. You lost count of how many times he kissed you tonight, but he just couldn't get enough of the feeling of it. The way your lips felt against his, how soft they were - how each kiss felt like the first kiss.

He was devoted to you and you were devoted him. Now, you just proved everyone wrong with what you two knew this whole time.

There was nobody else for you but Kim Seokjin.

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hopeastrz · 7 months

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𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨/𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚/𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 go through a drastic change of style/aesthetics at some points of their lives, and this needs to be studied, so for starters let’s take Halsey and Doja cat for example.

Both of them are 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 (nearly have the same ascendant too), and we all know how their debut music was like, their songs were quite light and feminine, with Halsey most famous track “Colors” and Doja’s “Candy.” You can see libra themes in these songs, flirting, crushes, even the albums were pink or blue which are the colors that represent Libra, there they explore the excitement of falling in love, basically anything Venusian related.

People with this specific combination in a chart, are bound to have a fateful transformation in the way they express themselves and style, especially in their art due to the daily exposure of Scorpio themes throughout their lives, heartbreak, trauma related to sex, deaths etc, most of them had troubled love stories and that’s the downfall of having a 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒, especially Halsey, she got cheated on, miscarried basically went through hell and back.. after all of this they won’t be the same, and it’ll most likely take a bit dark turn from there, their femme fatale will come out sooner or later, we can see this in Halsey’s Album “if i can’t have love, i want power,” and doja’s “scarlet, paint the town red,” both of them nearly have the same aesthetics now, where they explore a new side of femininity, dark femininity.

That’s why their change now doesn’t surprise me, astrologically speaking it makes sense.

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, has these placements too, and i have a hunch that he’ll experience the same change as them!.

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⸻ 𖤓 | VEDIC ASTROLOGY MASTERLIST (Vol. 2)

→ Volume 1

KARAKAS OF PLANETS AND THEIR HOUSES

THE PLANETS AND THEIR EXTENT OF RULERSHIP

THE 4TH HOUSE EXPERIENCE: PART 1 •

THE 8TH HOUSE EXPERIENCE: PART 1 •

THE 9TH HOUSE EXPERIENCE: PART 1 •

NAKSHATRA'S AND BIRDS THROUGH MYTHOLOGY AND INTERPRETATION

AMATYAKARKA AND PROFESSIONS

KEYWORDS • THE ASTROLOGICAL HOUSES: PART 1 || PART 2

✺ ASPECTS OF EACH PLANET

ᘛ RAHU DOMINANT THEMES: PART 1 | PART 2 |

VAMPIRES & SUN-MOON/RAHU-KETU NAKSHATRAS

KETU DOMINANT

VEDIC ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS: KETU DOMINANT MEN

D1 & MOON CHART

KETU PLACEMENT AND YOUR MOST CORE SELF

WHAT NAKSHATRA REPRESENTS YOU!?

JYESTHA NAKSHATRA: INTENSE BEAUTY (PROFILE)

THE PRINCESS DIARIES - COMING INTO YOUR POWER

JYESHTA: THE BATTLE, THE LONELINESS AND THE COST OF VICTORY

THE DARK SIDE OF JYESHTA - ALL AGAINST ONE, ONE FOR THEMSELVES

ASHLESHA: THE VILLAIN ERA NAKSHATRA

THE SPECTRUM OF FEMININITY & CANCER RASHI: A STUDY

››› THE ASTROLOGY OF APPEARANCE: #1 | #2 | #3 |

| RAHU IS YOUR MATRIX, KETU IS YOUR OUT FROM THAT MATRIX

SHRAVANA NAKSHATRA: CELEBRITY CONSERVATORSHIPS & ABUSE BY THE ONES WHO SHOULD CARE MOST

THE "BOND GIRL" NAKSHATRA

🐯 CHITRA AND VISHAKHA WOMEN: STRIKING ENERGY (TIGRESS BEAUTY)

MAGHA NAKSHATRA: PITRI SECRETS

MAGHA NAKSHATRA OBSERVATIONS

♀ BEAUTY & THE BEAST: THE PATH OF VENUS

DECODING VENUS ⋆ A JOURNEY THROUGH THE NAKSHATRAS: BHARANI, PURVA PHALGUNI, PURVA ASHADA

THE ABSORBENT NATURE OF VENUS: AN ASTROLOGICAL EXPLORATION

THE UGLINESS OF VENUS

★ 🐍 | ASHLESHA OBSERVATIONS

WHY JYESTHA, ASHLESHA, AND REVATI PEOPLE USE SNAKES IN A LOT OF THEIR WORK

• SYMBOL: PURVA BHADRAPADA · SHATABHISHA ·

LEARN SIDEREAL ASPECTS

ASHWINI NAKSHATRA RAMBLES

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE & SHATABISHA NAKSHATRA

☰ VEDIC ASTROLOGY SYMBOLISM & RECURRING MOTIFS: PART 1 • PART 2 • PART 3 • PART 4 • PART 5 • PART 6 •

SWATI NAKSHATRA: THE SELF-GOING STAR

BEYONCÉ & CHITRA NAKSHATRA

EXPRESSION OF ENERGY: RAHU | KETU

4H PLACEMENTS | 8H PLACEMENTS | 12H PLACEMENTS | ALL ABOUT THE 6H ·

CELEBRITY EXAMPLES OF DIFFERENT PLANETS IN THE ASCENDANT (SIDEREAL ASTROLOGY)

NAKSHATRA CONVERTOR

UNLOCKING THE SECRETS: THE ESOTERIC MIND OF THE MOON

DK PLANET (DARAKARAKA) AND FUTURE SPOUSE

COLORS AND PLANETS

⬤ | ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

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heliphantie · 5 months

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Happy second anniversary of Encanto movie!

I had (then and year ago) more ambitious idea of mock poster, but again, to execute it properly, decided to put it aside until skills and tools for it gained. So I opted for the piece reflecting on my personal take from the story.

The drawing is an experiment, drawn traditionally in complementary colors and put through color inversion in an editor.

I’m not a fandom person, admittedly. What piques my interest in exploring of piece of fiction is, usually, is its origins, history of creation, cultural background and, in some cases, impact it leaves on the art coming after it, rarely anything beyond. With all things I’ve had getting into recently, it was like that, generally observatory things. When I’ve got into MLP, it was a phenomenon of its large fandom, sheer variety of art forms it produced (from the music and games to automata toys), people of different upbringing and cultures being all inspired by it – fascinating to witness such a movement in present time. With The Simpsons, it was its legacy, its large influence in modern media – seeing the roots, the blueprint of it, getting understanding of why it was such a powerful piece of storytelling and visual direction to raise the cult around it. With Encanto, it got me curious at first to see aesthetic of magical realism being translated in form of animation, and I was surprised Disney decided to dip their toes into attempt of it. Generally, I’m more enticed by potential of the story and its artistic presentation, most of it is left in concept studies rather than in finished work, as often in mainstream production, possibilities and imagination and artistic talent poured into it is much more stunning than the product released to the public. I may feel reasonably cynical about modern Disney as company, but I can’t deny the imagination and immense genius of professionals who are still at work in it. I wish we’ll see the true Renaissance of what always was its major power - traditional animation.

So, what’s the outcome of it: while any piece of fiction that wins my full attention does make my creative juices flowing, nothing of it got to see the light of day until I felt the urge to express what was brewing in my mind affected by that new and hot thing, not to a lesser extent getting inspired by other people’s concurrent creative works, it did kick off renewal of drawing practice I had abandoned years ago and continued postponing for indefinite period. It still induces me to work toward my own progress, for it provides me with backlog of ideas to make into drawings when I really need motivation. It’s going to keeping up, hopefully, until some other thing sweeps me away or something makes my enthusiasm fade. And so, the movie in question is what had the most productive impact on me so far, it helps me keep going, and I’m grateful for that.

On the different note, Bruno in this image is based on Disney Magic Kingdoms's Encanto event video:

#encanto #encanto fanart #disney fanart #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #la familia madrigal #madrigal family #phantieart

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲

Tw: toxic plants, testing on a human being, manipulation? needles, death, murder, addiction

Author’s note: Okay, This is my final side quest, I'll continue working on my requests, I swear. If I get other ideas, I’ll work on them after the requests are done.

Masterlist

You were a field botanists who came to Pandora, you had become an assistant to another field botanists who had been studying the plant life on Pandora. You also met Jake Sully when he first arrived, ever since you had feeling for the marine, you couldn’t explain why, but you just felt your heart strings get pulled when you’d interact with him. During your work, you also grew a love for the plants in Pandora, they were very different from the ones you had studied on earth, but sadly the earth no longer had any green, humanity had killed mother nature with their inventions. Your boss had noticed your love for the plants, during your work, he had talked to you about an experiment he had been working on, but he needed someone. So he had manipulated you into letting him test on you, he’d always tell you that it was for the good of humanity, so you allowed him to let him test on you.

Everyday he’d inject strange bright colored green toxins then he’d check your progress. As the time passed, he continued to experiments on you. But you began to change a lot, you notice how you’d need to be out in the sun or else you’d feel weak. The doses had also become very addictive, you felt as if you needed to take them or else you felt like you’d die. One day was the final straw, you had taken everything from the lab you and your boss worked then vanish. You had left into wild, your boss was pissed seen that you had taken off with his work, he was more upset that you had left since he was experimentation on you. You had found an abandoned wooden shack you had stayed in for months, still continuing your own study of plants. Until one day you had given yourself a huge doze of the toxins, you began to feel dizzy then you passed out.

Months again had passed, you were still passed out, but you had been inside of a huge closed up flower that had been keeping you safe from any danger. One day Jake and Neytiri had been exploring until they came across the shack, seen it covered in vines, flowers, but what caught their attention was the huge pink flower inside the shack. They had seen big plants but not as big as that one. All of a sudden the plant had opened up, realizing flower scented water and air. Jake stood in front of his mate who had been pregnant, ready to attack. Their was no attack of anything, Jake saw a figure, a figure who he remembers before she went missing. It was you, expect you seemed to be sleeping calmly. Jake got a better look of you, seeing that your skin was now a light green with some vine like tattoos on your neck and cheek. The only piece of clothing you was a red button up shirt and some vines had been covering your private areas.

Jake approached you, seeing if you were okay or if you had been injured, but then you had opened your eyes, you don’t know how long you had been asleep. You looked at Jake, you recognized him due to seeing his avatar form before. You were honestly happy to see him, you almost forgot how he had looked like, in both human and his na’vi form. Jake decided to take you back, at first Neytiri was about to object but when she saw you, she had a change of mind. You had been taken to Mo’at to have a check on you, their was nothing wrong with you, but the Tsahik had mentioned that you had got strange abilities, involving toxins in your blood and you were immune to any kind of poison, not to mention you had got the ability to manipulate plants.

You had been staying with both Jake and Neytiri hut, since you needed sun light at all times, you spent majority of the time outside the hut. Bathing in the sun, you had also felt a closer connection to the plants. You felt as if you could hear their thoughts and feel their feelings.

Also during that time, your relation with both Jake and Neytiri had got more intimate, at the beginning you had been sleeping on huge leaf outside the hut, then you began to sleep with both Jake and Neytiri’s hammock.

At first you didn’t see it until both Jake and Neytiri had a talk with you, they had said that they wanted you to be their third mate.

This surprised you since you thought Neytiri didn’t like you for being a human, but it turns out during your time with them, she had got strong feelings towards you.

You had accepted, since you had felt the same way during your time with them.

When Neteyam had been born, you and your mates were the happiest. You would not let go of the baby na’vi at all, basically Neytiri had to detach you from the baby.

You were just so happy for the new life that had blessed the three of you. You couldn’t help but just love the little na’vi.

Then came Kiri and Lo’ak, which again, you did not let them go as well, but this time it was different. Kiri had been very attached to you since she had been born.

She’d spend most of her time with you, whether you’d go out to spend time in the forest or do stuff around the hut. Neytiri was kind of jealous seeing Kiri very attached to you, but she knew that their was something about Kiri no one really understood.

Lo’ak was the light of your life, he is just the sweetest boy ever. Yes he was quiet and would prefer to do his own thing, but he was just so sweet.

Then Tuk was born after a couple years, when you got a look at her, she looked just like her mother and you knew that in the future she’d be just like her too.

You were all practically a family, you’re all happy since you had one another and that is all that mattered to you all.

Then their was another addition to the family, this time you were the one who had fallen pregnant, you had given birth to a human baby girl.

She was born human with green skin and black vine like markings like yours, her hair was black like both your mates and not to mention her yellow eyes, you had named her Syulang, since she was your little flower. She was the youngest in the family.

This time it was Neytiri who had to be detached from Syulang, you just loved seen your mate be with your child just like you were with your other children.

Years had passed. The kids had grown up, Neteyam was now 15, Kiri and Lo’ak were now 14, Tuk was 7 and Slulang a year old. You love your children equally, but your mate Jake seem to favorite Neteyam over his two sons. You were not dumb, the favoritism was obvious, you also hated it when Jake would be refered to as Sir by his kids when scolded, it reminded you of your boss who you deeply hate. It was obvious that Jake was a military dad, Neytiri was loving but yet sometimes harsh, and you on the other hand were of the softer parents. You did believe in discipline but in a way that they will learn. You and Neytiri had told Jake loads of time that he was being to harsh on the boys, but he always gave you the excuse of ‘him being their father and it was his job’ bullshit. It pissed you off seeing that his your words weren’t going through his thick head.

Since Jake did not listen to you or his kids, you were the one who’d know everything about them. It was important to you to know how they were feeling when it came to their father, you know he loves his sons dearly, but sometimes it felt as if he didn’t. Jake was gentle when it came to girls, he told you about how their feelings could get hurt the most and that they needed their father, but he was also forgetting that your sons also needed their father and had feelings as well. They were not soldiers or a squad, you were all a family. You had countless rants with Neytiri about Jake’s parenting, she knew how you felt since she also felt the same. She saw how it really pissed you off, seen the way Jake treated your boys. At some point you had threatened to tie him up in vines and have him hanging from a high tree.

That day you had been with your daughter while Jake, Neytiri and the boys had gone to a war party. You were all spending time in the woods, enjoying the green and its many plants. While Syulang was wrapped around your back, both Kiri and Tuk were playing around with the plants. The whole time you had been worried about your mates and boys, you know they were good when it came to those kinds of events but you still worried about them. You all had stopped to sit down to enjoy the sun light, Syulang had been placed on the soft grass with her sisters. Every now and then you had been playing with some loose leaves and placing them on the girls heads for laughs. Then you had heard that the war party had returned. You all had gone to meet up with them. You greeted your family, but afterwards the boys had been scolded, again using sir and looking down. When Jake had told Kiri to help Mo’at with the injured, you had chimed in telling your make that your son was also injured, now getting pissed. Neytiri had took Neteyam to Mo’at with Kiri.

You stayed with Lo’ak, despite him being taller than you, you still pulled him to your high and gave him a hug. Not before getting told by Jake to not baby him, you sent him a glare which made him stop and walk away, he knew you were pissed, and he knows how you got when made even more pissed. Syu had then ben trying to get Lo’ak attention while tied to your back, seeing her, you then untied her then moved her over to Lo’ak. Telling him that she had missed him, this made Lo’ak smile and get a hold of his baby sister, also happy to see her. Back at home Lo’ak had still been upset about earlier, so you decided to have a talk with him. So you both went for a walk during the sunset.

He already knew that you’d listen to him, so he spoke, he told you everything, not missing one detail about is father’s behavior towards him.

You knew this hurt him since he felt as if his father didn’t love him as much as Neteyam, you told him that he did love him, but he just had a stupid way of showing it.

You were flat out honest towards him, you felt that he should also know how you felt when it came to his parenting. You had always been honest with the kids about your thoughts.

Communication was very important to you, specially to the older kids since they were at an age where they seek approval of their parents.

You had finished your walk by telling your son that you loved him and were proud of him for everything that he had accomplished.

That night you thought of a punishment towards Jake, The silent treatment, you knew he hated it when you’d it at the beginning of the relation, so you’ll do it again.

When you went to lay down with your mates, you normally slept in the middle but this time you slept on Neytiri’s side, Jake had assumed you were just tired.

The next morning, you had got up early to help Neytiri hunt and help with breakfast, when Jake woke up, he had greeted Neytiri and you with a good morning and a kiss, accept you had moved away so that he didn’t kiss you. He thought it was odd, but he assumed it was something else.

During breakfast, you were busy feeding Syu her fruit while Jake was talking to you and Neytiri, but you had been ignoring him. He called your name accouple times, but you had pretended you didn’t hear.

That was when the older kids began to catch on what you were doing, they had began to giggle among each other, knowing this full well. After you had finished feeding Syu, you picked her up to go get some sun. Tuk decided to join you both. Jake was still confused on why you were acting like this.

Your little game continued for days, you had been ignoring him, sleeping on Neytiri’s side, when Jake would try to talk with you or try and get a hold of you, you’d use your plant manipulation to either smack his hand away or hold him back so that you could get away.

At this point, Jake felt like a kicked puppy, he did not know why you were acting the way you did until Neytiri told him on how you hated the way he spoke to boys, and that you wanted to punish him. Now he understood, the whole silent treatment, you were still mad at him, he thought you’d get over it but this time you were serious.

Jake had manage to be alone with you, you had used your powers to hold him back but this time he was fighting your vines, normally he didn’t but this time it must be serious. He began to beg to allow him to speak, which you allowed him, but still tied up with vines.

He apologies to you countless time about him being an idiot for treating Lo’ak the way he did, this time it felt real, you saw the regret in his eyes. So you removed the vines of his body and allowed him to hug you. You accepted his apology, but he also had to show you that he was serious and that he also needed to apologies and talk with Lo’ak, as well as Neteyam.

You let him hug you, hate to admit but you also missed his touch, but you did this for the sake of your sons. Jake also had mentioned that he missed your voice and hugging you.

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yakny · 27 days

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WILDFLOWERS

#colored explorations‚ studies‚ and experiments #naruto #sakura haruno #something something wildflowers aren't planted. they grow on their own something something #anywho. a background practice... to fill the solid colored backgrounds/negative spaces of my blog 🥹👍

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lancermylove · 5 months

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Chapter 2 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,868 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: The poll is still open, but looking at the percentage difference, most of you want a little spice to the story. The SFW version will have two routes: platonic and romantic. The N.SFW version will only be romantic, but the remaining story is the same for both versions. The SFW version is here.

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The first two days in the cabin were lively as the brothers explored the area nearby and enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. All the while, Lucifer remained secluded in his room, occasionally venturing to the kitchen to get food. However, on the third day, they began to regret accepting your offer to stay in a secluded cabin. Though there was a large town several miles away, Lucifer had strictly restricted them from going to town, especially without your presence. The Avatar of Pride didn't want his brothers to cause chaos, let alone in the Human Realm.

Belphie lay on the couch, snuggled in a cream-colored faux fur throw. He was dozing off with his head on Beel's lap, who was busy munching on sweets, trying not to drop any crumbs on his twin's head. Mammon sunk further into a gray sofa chair, his eyes dully staring out the ceiling-height glass windows overlooking the mountain range. Satan sat by the fireplace and read a book about Christmas traditions in the human world. Asmo stood by the windows, posing and clicking selfies to share on Devilgram once he returned home. Levi had his face buried in his cell phone as he tried to figure out how to play a game you recommended.

You walked downstairs, wearing a white and blue unicorn onesie, but stopped when you saw the state of the living room. Were they bored already? It was only the third day, and they had to spend the entire month of December in the cabin. You felt a presence behind you and tilted your head back to find Lucifer studying his brothers with a lack of emotion on his visage. His piercing vermillion eyes shifted to you as if waiting for you to devise a solution to the crisis and find some entertainment for them.

'Why me?' You thought, looking back at the brothers. 'Is Lucifer punishing me for something?'

As you cautiously walked downstairs, you felt a sense of unease due to the tightly coiled structure of the staircase. You glanced casually at Satan and noticed the book in his hands. That's it! The entire reason you were there was to experience the way humans celebrated the month of December. You stood before the demons with a broad smile on your pink gloss-coated lips and excitedly announced your plan. "We don't need to wait for Christmas to do anything fun. We will celebrate the holidays traditionally, with decorations and all!"

Satan was the first to look at you and seemed happy about the idea, while the remainder of the brothers stared at you curiously, wondering what you had in mind.

"We need to...decorate the cabin's interior and exterior and need a Christmas tree. So someone to decorate, shop, pick a tree, and...oh, sweaters!" You said, laying your plan out. Your eyes briefly moved to Lucifer to see if he had any objections, but the eldest brother stared at you with his arms folded across his chest. Taking this as a sign of approval, you explained the rest of your plan in one breath. "Beel, you will find the perfect Christmas tree. Belphie, you can decorate the tree. Asmo, you can pick out the decorations since you are the best at shopping. Satan, you can decorate the inside of the cabin. Levi, we will go shopping for sweaters for the Christmas Day party. Mammon, you can decorate the outside of the cabin. I will help all of you while Lucifer oversees everything."

"Eh? So, I gotta freeze my behind off to decorate the outside while Lucifer does nothin'?" Mammon muttered under his breath with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. "That ain't fair."

"That sounds like the perfect job for you, Mammon." Levi chuckled, but his lips quickly dropped when he realized his responsibility. "Y-You...want me to...go to a s-store with you? Can't we just use a service like Akuzon?"

"No! Shopping in person is part of the whole Christmas experience. Besides, I will be with you, so don't worry." You reassured him, brushing aside his unnecessary concern. "Asmo, let's go shopping today. The quicker we get the decorations, the faster we can start our celebrations."

Satan looked down at the book on his lap before returning his gaze to you and quietly asking, "Mind if I join you? Since I am decorating the interior, I can help pick out the decor."

"Sure! In that case, Beel, why don't you tag along? Satan might need help carrying all the bags. Oh, and there will be loads of food at the Christmas Market." You said playfully, purposely emphasizing the magic word - food. The Avatar of Gluttony forgot that Belphie had his head on his lap and stood up immediately, jolting his younger twin awake.

"Beel..." Belphie tiredly whined, to which Beel apologized, making everyone chuckle.

The holiday cheer was in the air, a buzz of activities filling the streets of the festive market. Tents and shops were loaded with holiday items, from bright lights and shiny ornaments to mouthwatering baked goods. The sound of live Christmas melodies could be heard in the distance toward the center of the market. Children chased each other around, their laughs echoing throughout the area, livening the market further. Asmo, Beel, and Satan scanned the market in awe, not expecting such a large amount of people there.

"It will be better if we split up so we can cover the market before night falls," Satan suggested, but before you could answer him, Beel walked away, drawn by the aroma of peppermint and chocolate. Without waiting for your response, Satan followed his younger brother to make sure he didn't cause any trouble. Taking the chance, Asmo grabbed your hand and pulled you to a nearby tent filled with shiny and glittery decorations.

"Sweetie, look at this." Asmodeus held up a charm bracelet with a small snowman with a red scarf and green Santa hat, a Christmas tree with colorful ornaments, a cartoon reindeer, and various colorful gifts. "It's so cute! Oh, and this is cute too."

You wanted to remind him that he was supposed to be shopping for Christmas decorations, but seeing his face lit up as his eyes danced from one piece of jewelry to another, you couldn't bring yourself to pull him away. You let him browse the store for a while before finally reminding him that they needed to buy decorations.

Even then, Asmo got distracted by a shop that sold sweets, and you couldn't blame him. As you stepped into the cozy tent, you were instantly enveloped in a heavenly aroma that tantalized your senses. The air was sweet and rich with the scent of freshly baked goodies. The sugary, buttery goodness mixed with the warm, spicy aroma of cinnamon, vanilla, and chocolate created an irresistible sensation. The subtle notes of spices made the smell even more alluring. Your eyes were drawn to the table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and winter-themed cookies, each one looking more delicious than the last. If Beel had been there, he would buy the entire bakery and devour everything in less than an hour.

As the two of you continued shopping, the sweet smell of sugary ginger tickled Asmo's nose. In the corner of the lively, bustling market, he noticed an elderly woman, who seemed out of place, standing in front of a small gingerbread stall. Her face was framed by long, tattered gray hair, and her weary eyes watched the people with little interest. The Avatar of Lust briefly glanced at you as you browsed through the Christmas tree ornaments before looking around the area. However, his gaze kept returning to the woman.

Leaving you to choose the ornaments, he slowly approached her with a warm smile, but his smile faltered when he looked into her emerald eyes. They seem distant, almost blank, as if life had drained the will and light out of her soul.

"Can I please get one gingerbread cookie?" Asmo sweetly asked.

The woman wordlessly wrapped the cookie in a paper napkin and handed it to him, almost hinting for him to leave her alone. Despite that, Asmo stayed put and took a small bite from the gingerbread man's right arm. His eyes widened as the layers of spices, creaminess, and sweetness exploded on his tongue, making him crave more.

"(Y/n)! Come here! You have to try this. " He called out to you. One bite and you were instantly in love with the soft, delectable treat and gave the elderly woman the widest grin possible.

"Ma'am, these are the most delicious gingerbread men I have ever tasted. I will take two bags, please." Hearing your compliment and seeing your reactions, the corners of her lips slightly twitched, but she remained silent. While the elderly lady bagged the treats for you, Asmo reached into one of the shopping bags and fished out a red box with a green satin bow.

"It is a little early to give a Christmas present, but this is for you." The Avatar of Lust handed her the box, but the lady refused, seeming embarrassed to accept the gift from a stranger. Asmo chuckled and gently pushed the box into her hands. "Please, I insist. Think of it as a gift from...someone who cares...like a gift from a stranger who is like your son."

Hearing those words, the woman's face softened, and her eyes filled with familiar grief and tears. Like a knife through her heart, his words brought back memories that she thought she had successfully suppressed. Both you and Asmo were taken aback at her sudden change in expression as you exchanged a look with him. Did Asmo say something he wasn't supposed to?

"A-Are you alright?" You concernedly asked. The woman nodded and quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with her trembling hand before displaying a gentle yet pained smile.

"You remind me of my son - such a sweet and gentle boy he was. Last year, he got into an accident and lost his life." The sweetness in her voice was overshadowed by the grief held in her heart. "Since then, I have been alone."

"Sorry," Asmo whispered as he lowered his head, feeling guilty for unintentionally digging up a painful memory.

"No, child. I cannot remember the last time someone showed me kindness. Thank you for the gift. I will treasure it." The elderly woman gently said, lifting the lid of the gift box. She briefly stared at the gingerbread man-shaped earrings, and in the next moment, her face brimmed with joy. A hearty laughter broke out from deep within her as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from her shoulders.

Both you and Asmo felt the joy emitting from the woman, causing you to grin and giggle along with her. A warm sensation fluttered in Asmo's heart, something he had never experienced, but he couldn't make sense of it. With a gentle caress of her hand on his head, the aged lady warmly spoke, "May God bless you, dear child. I wish you an early Merry Christmas."

Asmo's expression shifted imperceptibly as the lady blessed him, but he quickly regained his composure and maintained his smile. Despite his reaction, Asmo understood that the lady meant no harm, but the thought of God blessing him sent a chill down his spine. Meanwhile, you pressed your lips firmly in a thin line to stop yourself from laughing at the ironic situation. As if drawn by the woman's laughter, Beel and Satan approached the stall. The fourth brother watched the interaction between the lady and Asmo with a curious expression, while the sixth brother was focused entirely on the cookies.

Without glancing at Beel, you handed him one of the bags you purchased from the woman. The instant he took one bite of the cookie, Beel asked her to pack all the treats for him, rendering the lady speechless.

"God bless all of you." She warmly said once again, causing Satan discomfort and Beel confusion. You pressed the back of your fingers to your lips to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Beel and Satan said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Asmo to explore the enchanting night market. The market was illuminated by a dazzling display of Christmas lights, which adorned the cobblestone streets like shimmering stars in the night sky. The small shops lined the sidewalks looked even more inviting, with their warm, golden light spilling out into the street. The air was crisp and cool and carried a sense of tranquility as the snowflakes fell gently from the sky, blanketing everything in sight in a soft, white powder.

Asmo led you through the bustling crowds, the twinkling Christmas lights illuminating his pale orange eyes. Finally, he found a quiet spot and turned to face you, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. He held out a white gift box with a deep blue ribbon neatly tied.

"This is an early present for you." He said with a playful wink.

A smile tugged on your lips as you carefully opened the box to reveal a custom glass Christmas tree ornament with a photo of you and Asmo. The image depicted a moment when he kissed your cheek, and you were blushing and laughing. Below the photo were beautifully calligraphed words that read:

Dear (y/n), I can't tell you how lucky I feel to have someone like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up, and I can never thank you enough for always being there for me. I feel more beautiful when I am around you. I love you with all my heart! Lots of love, Asmo

Your cheeks burned bright, and tears stung your eyes as you read his message. You slowly lifted your head and met his gaze, not knowing how to express the swirl of emotions in your heart. The soft glow of the Christmas lights filled your eyes as Asmo stepped closed and enveloped you in a tender embrace. The chilliness of the night made the warmth of his body even more welcoming to you and only heightened your blush. For an instant, the world around you fell silent, leaving only the rhythmic beating of your hearts as Asmo leaned in, his movements almost languid, to tenderly brush his lips against yours.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you stared into his eyes, your gaze holding yearning and desire. Your heart skipped a few beats at the thought of what would happen next, and though you remembered you were in a public place, you didn't care. Being the Avatar of Lust, he instantly picked up on your signal, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from there.

The market lights began to disappear as Asmo brought you to an empty alley, but it felt more like a secret spot for lovers to find. The quietness of the surroundings was slightly eerie, but you didn't have enough time to think about that as your lover connected his lips once more with yours, but this time with more intensity.

Time seemed to cease as Asmo's hands slid under your jacket and sweater, exploring the smooth surface of your skin. However, he was cautious not to expose too much of your skin to the chilly night air as he didn't want you to catch a cold. His touch gently followed the curves and valleys of your body until it eventually drifted inside your pants, causing a wave of goosebumps to ripple along your skin. Your lips were locked with his as your tongues danced in a captivating tango, both equally eager and enraptured by the sensation. His breath, along with yours, became deeper and heavier as the heat of the moment consumed your bodies and hearts.

Asmo's gentle touch against your folds made you shiver, each caress filling you with anticipation while your excitement reached a fever pitch. You squeezed your eyes shut and melted under his experienced touch as his fingers massaged your clitoris in a circular motion. Asmo was mindful of your surroundings and drank every moan that arose from your lips, not wanting to draw any attention to the alleyway. He didn't break away even when your moans made his head spin.

His index and right fingers slowly disappeared inside you, feeling as if they were being swallowed by a warm abyss. Their invasion left you weak in the knees and set your body on fire. Your insides tightly gripped his fingers, eagerly pulling them in deeper as a deep rumble of pleasure jolted through your heated body. With each movement of his hands, your wetness coated his fingers, and you inched closer to your edge. Asmo smiled on your lips, knowing well the delight he was giving you, but he had no plans of stopping until you were fully satisfied.

In a matter of minutes, you were in a state of euphoria. Your head spun with intense pleasure as your body trembled and your walls clamped down on Asmo's fingers. Pure bliss was all you felt. You couldn't have asked for a better ending to the perfect evening.

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Tour the Ocean through the Art of Sound

The ocean is one of the largest ecosystems on our planet. From eye-catching waves to the darkness of the twilight zone, it’s a place filled with mystery and rapid change.

For a scientist studying ocean color at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, there was one more question–what does it sound like?

Before long, a “symphonic ocean experience” was born, combining satellite imagery, ocean color data and programming expertise. Learn more about how data gets converted to music and sound here:

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This World Oceans Day, enjoy a tour of the ocean set to sound. Here we go:

Bering Sea

This melody explores the phytoplankton blooms in the western Bering Sea along the coast of the Kamchatka Peninsula collected by Aqua/MODIS on May 15, 2021. The melody created for this image was aimed at capturing the movement of the eddies or the circular movements of water. Data came from the image’s red, green, and blue channels.

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Rio de la Plata

This melody explores a spring bloom in the South Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Argentina, Uruguay, and Brazil, lending the water many different shades of green, blue, and brown. The Rio de la Plata estuary in the northwest corner of the above image gets most of its tan coloration from sediments suspended in the water. The melody paired with the data evokes the sediment plumes and swirls happening off the coast.

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Coral Sea

Data for the sounds of the Coral Sea were collected over the course of one year from the Aqua/Modis satellite. The information was extracted from a series of 32-day rolling averages for the year 2020, displaying the movement of chlorophyll a data.

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Chlorophyll a is a specific form of chlorophyll used in photosynthesis. It absorbs most energy from wavelengths of violet-blue and orange-red light. It is a poor absorber of green and near-green portions of the spectrum, and that’s why it appears green.

Western Australia

Off the coast of western Australia is the appearance of swirls in the ocean. To catch the movement of the Indian Ocean, data was collected from 31 days of imagery examining blue wavelengths of light. The information was gathered from the Suomi-NPP/VIIRS instrument aboard the Joint Polar Satellite System (JPSS) series of spacecraft.

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More moments of zen

Looking for more moments of zen? Explore them with NASA’s Soundcloud page, where many are out of this world. Curious on how we get these breathtaking ocean images? Take time to read about Goddard Oceanographer Norman Kuring and how he helped create them.

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ALIEN SCARAMOUCHE WITH OVIPOSITION MERA ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME 😭 I need more, what would he look like, what are his motivations... Omg... Maybe some kidnapping going on...some experiments on humans...him studying how humans reproduce and if his race can use them... Aaaa my mind is going crazy with ideas, please do share yours too! <3

What if he doesn’t have a form of his own (something that sort of ties into canon Scaramouche’s obsession with wanting a heart and a purpose)? And maybe he’s more like a shadowy mass that can take the form of anything so long as he’s encountered said thing (i.e. made contact with it? Or maybe he has to kill the original in order to take its form? Or it’s something like a reflection where if you happen to look at him long enough he’ll have a good enough idea of how to replicate your form from staring and analyzing it.) and since he’s so dedicated to having a form that really fits, that truly feels like him, he’s continued to adapt and evolve as the years pass throughout every planet in the solar system.

Perhaps he does have a few features of his own, but maybe they’re sort of scattered?? Or they aren’t really features his species is known to have? He’s like a mixture of various things he’s observed over the time he’s spent on your planet in an effort to shape himself into something beyond the formless shadow he’s lived as for so long. Like a patchwork copycat composed of so many different parts because he’s desperately trying to understand all of these things. It’s like his version of trying on clothes and new fashion styles. So maybe he has horns or maybe cat ears because he’s seen so many stray cats and they’ve always fascinated him for some unexplainable reason (maybe in order to have these features he’s had to ingest part of the living thing he wants to replicate??? Just something a little extra horrifying for our beloved alien mouchey. <3) And maybe the only thing he has from the one who created him (Ei) is the same piercing stare in a pair of brilliantly colored eyes she graciously bestowed upon him.

Maybe Scaramouche can’t understand human emotion in the usual sense that other humans might, so he assigns flavors to these unusual feelings. When he hurts the things he likes or is interested in (cats, the human he stole his current appearance from (i.e. Kabukimono; let’s pretend they’re two separate individuals hehe), and even other gentle things or creatures who are completely innocent), the taste in his mouth is sour or bitter or so very intolerable. I think over time he hardens himself and learns to live with the foul flavors he often encounters when he attempts to blend in with humans and utterly fails because he can never replicate their emotions as well as he can copy behaviors or appearances. He starts his journey so curious and sweetly innocent, albeit murderous and eerie, and he tries so hard to learn and be good and explore the world with the eyes his mother gifted him and yet he always finds himself hurting. He hates it. It tastes terrible. It feels terrible, and he has never truly felt before. This is new.

When Scaramouche is captured by Dottore, a human scientist who is a little too dedicated to the pursuit of forbidden knowledge, he finally tastes the cruelty of humankind—learns of the lengths they’ll go to in the name of scientific breakthroughs. The researchers run dozens of tests on him. He can’t feel external or internal pain from wounds or injuries; he’s sturdy, birthed from a substance foreign to humans, intended to survive the harshest conditions. But Scaramouche feels pain—the emotional kind. He’s never felt fear; he’s what humans would call an apex predator. He’s strong. He’s never needed to feel fear, and so he doesn’t fear the unknown. He isn’t scared of the sharp tools, of the peculiar creatures he’s shown in hopes that he might replicate them and their features, nor does he fear the trajectory of this new life. The concept of ethical practices means nothing to him even though he’s aware he’s a lab rat, a grotesque curiosity that doctors poke and prod at. He reacts to everything in unique, defensive ways. He impaled a doctor through the throat with a strange shadowy spike. It moved as though it were liquid, yet it struck very solidly, sharply, deadly efficient. Dottore likens its movements and behaviors to that of an octopus’s tentacle; Scaramouche is unsure of this comparison. This is merely a shadow of something he has observed—a reflection. A cheap copy. He has never been original.

You’re the first human he meets who isn’t adorned in sterile white. No lab coat, no gloves, no goggles, no protective gear. Just clothes. Normal clothes. The both of you are separated by indestructible glass, placed in two very white rooms, and you can see one another so clearly. Scaramouche hates the purity of white because he knows that when he’s forced into a white backdrop he’s meant to stain it red. And lately he doesn’t want to break things that are undeserving of it. Perhaps he’s feeling too much. Perhaps he ought to tear these human feelings out and go back to the blank, shadowy slate he once was. How he intends to accomplish that, he has no idea.

He’s uninterested in you at first. You’re a human. He’s seen humans. He interacts with them daily. He’s killed plenty. But you spend nights in that white room and he watches you sleep. He tries to sleep in the same way you do; he has no need for sleep. He regulates his energy differently. He tries to breathe like you. He blinks at the same times you blink—or he comes awfully close. He tries to copy your movements and mannerisms. One night he presses himself to the glass and takes your form and watches you, counting every rise and fall of your chest as you lie so comfortably on the very uncomfortable cot. With hands that mirror yours, he pokes at these human features. He fits one hand in the other and pretends he’s holding your actual hand. There is no warmth, though. Humans are warm; Scaramouche is not. He’s frigid. His home planet is gloomy and cold and desolate. He thinks humans are lucky for cyclical days—for being in close proximity to the sun. There is no sunshine where he hails from. He likes the way the sun feels on him. It used to burn terribly when he first arrived on this planet. Now it’s like a hug—a hug that still singes, but a hug nonetheless. He’s never known what a hug is, but he thinks this is what it must feel like—like the burning warmth of a sun.

Scaramouche feels true, raw, animalistic, paralyzing fear when you’re taken out of the room after two weeks and replaced with a new human. You’re gone. Replaced. Are you dead? Did he kill you? Did he stare too long? He’s distraught, overcome with a horrifying emotion that has him curled and trembling in the corner of his white room (a cage if he’s ever known one). Why aren’t you here? And why is he so…restless? He can’t call it fear because he doesn’t know that word. But oh he’s scared. He’s so scared. You were the first human to smile at him, to put your hand on the glass where his rested, to sit close to the glass and eat meals alongside him. You were like the stray cats he’s interacted with: kind, soft, gentle, sweet. He’s so scared he loses the ability to remain in his human skin, and he practically melts into a shadow, clinging to the corner like glue or slime. He’s empty and alone. It tastes terrible. It feels terrible.

The humans that follow are terrified of him. Either that or they’re disgusted, baffled, cautious. He hates every one of them, so much so that he’s tried to break through the glass numerous times to dispose of them. Weeks pass; he’s forgetting your features. There are no mirrors here, so he must rely on the reflections shown in the glass. Some days he thinks he looks just like you; other days he’s certain he’s a monstrosity—a sloppily stitched version of you. The you he saw did not have pointed fangs or curling horns. He hates his reflection because it isn’t you. Most importantly, he hates that the humans he’s forced to look at are protected by this thick layer of glass. If it wasn’t so indestructible, he’d tear through every human nuisance until he reaches you.

Scaramouche is not sure how many months pass, but you return. And when you do the fear ebbs away. He feels…happy? Is that the right term? He’s pleased to see you, and for the first time in a while he returns to his human appearance—to the one he took from a young man many centuries ago. You’re back. You’re here. He’s so happy. He detaches himself from his corner and he tries to smile in the way you do. And, though it’s awkward and strange and sharp-toothed, you smile right back.

Dottore decides then that you are to be the next subject in this experiment. He’s observed Scaramouche’s reactions to you and compared them to reactions to the other humans and found that you are the best suited to this role. If anything, the alien couldn’t have picked a better specimen to adore. You’re helpless and so naïve. You need the money; it’s why you allowed yourself to live in that room for a few weeks. You were paid handsomely for it. He’ll pay you beyond handsomely if you agree to what’s next. And, really, when you’re in between a predator’s jaws do you really have much of a choice?

Scaramouche needs a human match, and the scientists need to study more than just the social biology of an alien. They promise you he won’t hurt you, and if he does it’s all right. They’re kind enough to respect the wishes of the dead. You must let Dottore know if you’d prefer a burial or a cremation. There’s nothing special in this distinction; it’s just a precautionary measure. You’ll agree to participate in this experiment whether or not you want to.

Your new home is the white room that faces Scaramouche, and after some more time and observations to ensure you won’t be killed the moment you step foot in his space the glass barrier will be lifted. Dottore wonders how Scaramouche’s kind mates and reproduces.

There’s only one way to find out.

#genshin chit chat #alien scaramouche #yandere scaramouche #scaranya #please forgive me for rambling orz #i just think there’s so much potential for aliens and scara #I PROMISE I HAVE OVIPOSITION THOUGHTS FOR HIM TOO OTL #i just wanted to world-build a little >_<#(adding more tags because i have so many ideas but!!!)#maybe you can’t kill his species in the way you might kill a human #maybe the only thing that kills his species is heartbreak (or extreme emotions)#because his species cannot handle just how overwhelming heartbreak and things like fear are #maybe because his species was never intended to feel to the extent humans feel #because scara has evolved to withstand any and all dangerous threats #he hasn’t evolved enough to defend against emotional threats #so essentially he is physically very strong but mentally/emotionally he’s weaker because he does not know how to feel or comprehend feeling #and too much of a certain emotion if felt in extreme amounts is detrimental and even fatal to him #because he doesn’t know how to protect against that or repair the damage that has been done from strong emotions #he can be beheaded and he’d easily repair the wound #but heartbreak… he can’t repair that (not after he’s formed such a strong bond with his darling)#AAAAA TOO MANY THOUGHTS

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