#i do not have the ideal or best way of dealing with my emotions and my rage and that's just a fact. i'm aware of this okay

[yourpsicodelicbitch]

juno signs and their specific love language pt3🦋🪷

Spy x Family

juno shows us what’s the style that functions better with you -relationships, meaningful committed partnership-, the characteristics of our ideal partner and more.

birth chart + tropical + whole sign system

take what resonates, leave what don’t 🎀 you don’t have to necessarily identify with it.

Sagittarius

how I’ll describe sag junos ideal partner: they’re telling you the truth. they put you in your place. they’re not letting you go until you open your eyes. they know they can’t control things but they’ll do everything to put a smile on you. your grin melts them. they wish you infinite joy. they won’t impose their mindset. they’ll let you be. sag juno travel between minds, social groups, countries, etc. they’re so absorbed by the unknown, they want to eat the world, they search that in a partner. first of all, they need a best friend who’s also their partner, someone who they’re NOT trying to be other person/ to only show an aspect of their person. they want to feel and be captivated by others mindset. I’m not only referring about knowledge of books and etc, I’m referring to experiences and what the other have had learned to deal with it. they’re captivated by the way their partner outcome without effort a situation that, at first sight, is seen as problematic, but the other will joke about it. it’s giving they want a sugar mommy/daddy. sag juno specific love language: they’ll put you in your place.

Scorpio

this is a more “I’ll kill and die for you” type of vibe. you want them to be your protector? how I’ll describe scorpio ideal partner: they’re so obsessed and consume by their partners. “obsessed” it’s not the correct word to describe it. they want nothing to happen to them. they want to get to know them deeply, since the beginning of their existence 😭 they want to know their traumas, they want to know why are the way they’re, the events who left a mark on their soul. EVERY DETAIL. how you feel about them, I think they consider a lot the emotions of their loved ones -partner- and how an experience/person made them feel. in conclusion, scorpio juno is needy jk THEY WANT CRAVE LOVE INTENSITY. they don’t like their partner to be superficial. they search for the meaning of “growing together as a couple”. they want to change -transform- with you, bc of you and beside you -NEED THEIR IDEAL PARTNER TO FEEL THE SAME-. scorpio juno has standards, “if you don’t have this I won’t be with you” kind of vibe. the love language of scorpio juno is staying with you no matter what or trying to make things easier, to protect your soul. ik I’m not mentioning a single and practical love language but scorpio juno is so intense I can’t 😝

Pisces

THE DELUSIONAL OF THE DELULUS. definitely gift giving or quality time love language. I imagine pisces juno in their head, spacing out, thinking about their crush and their crush is BESIDE THEM. EVERY TIME they open their eyes and leave the “best qualities of my soulmate/ideal partner” space they’re disappointed asf. I’ll describe how I think the ideal partner of pisces juno is: the incapability of setting boundaries i fear😤 PLS the handmade gifts, pictures, songs, drawings, every existing expression they can explode their artistic potential will be given to you, the chosen one. THEYRE THE DEFINITION OF EMPATHY, idc what others will say. they’ll show you parts of themselves others don’t know and don’t have the honor to enjoy. they’ll fucking accept you and take care of you generously. the things they’ll do for you comes from the bottom of their hearts. they’re so pure ☹️ but they could get lost in the idea of love, relationships. they won’t hesitate on helping you, as impulsive and incoherent as they are for who owns their heart. they literally FEEL their heart in your hands if they’re in love with you. they’re so vulnerable, you could throw away their heart AND THEY WILL LOVE YOU ANYWAYS. reminds me of a puppy eye person or an artist 😝 specific love language of pisces juno is GIVING THEIR HEART TO YOU (and they’re not deciding it, it happens) -yes, the same as their partner would bc THEY NEED TO BE RECIPROCATED- and also zoning out bc of you.

♡ Based on personal experience and I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

#astrology #astro observations #pinterest #astro posts #astro placements #astro notes #birth chart #juno signs and their specific love language #juno signs #asteroid #scorpio #saggitarius #pisces #whole sign system #spy x family

[astrobiscuits]

Astro observations part 8

[LONG EDITION] - taken from my phone's notes (also, i was too lazy to edit it so here's a nice chunk of info)

🍂 Sun conjunct Saturn individuals inherit mindsets from the father, grandparents or great-grandparents. They might never fully act like their Sun sign (aka "shine"), since they've been conditioned from a young age to listen to parents, teachers, and later on bosses. They are the type to never divorce, no matter how toxic their marriage is. If these peeps deal well with their Saturn Return, they might become "THE BOSS" (aka the person everyone looks up to due to how accomplished, disciplined and rich they are, they've literally got their shit together and deserve a round of applause, "it wasn't easy to get to the top, but it was worth it" - you might hear them say this). They are also more prone to ingrain stoic principles in their lifestyle

🍂 Mars square Neptune gives off major cult leader vibes. They're the type to fool you with false promises until you sign up for their "camp" but then you realize it's actually an evil cult where all they wanna do is put you to work (and maybe later even kill you lol). These individuals become very scary when angry (you don't wanna see them angry, trust me). If they ever commit suicide, it'll be by drowning, alcohol or drugs

🍂 Mars trine Neptune is one of the best aspects for those who make a living off their talents. The talent depends on the element the trine is in:

If it's in Earth signs - ideal for those who work in the "money handling sector" in advertising, becoming an entrepeneur, holistic care (if Virgo is involved), cooks, those who work in interior design, seamstresses, embroidery/lace makers, models, event planners If it's in Air signs - ideal for those who work in sales (their negotiation skills are ✨chef's kiss👌🏻✨), becoming a spiritual/religious teacher or an art/music/any other creative pursuit teacher (lmao, i can't even speak💀💀), writers, musicians, magicians and astrologers (for the last two - if Aquarius is involved) If it's in Fire signs - ideal for dancers, theater/movie actors, hairstylists, circus performers, photographers (only if Leo is involved) If it's in Water signs - ideal for make-up artists, painters, tarot readers

🍂 Moon sextile Uranus individuals have got the ability to create a positive parasocial relationship with their followers. Since these people often use their devices to validate their emotions, i wouldn't be surprised if most of y'all also have atleast one active profile where you post quite frequently

PRO TIP: Whenever Transit Jupiter is trining/conjuncting your Natal Uranus (to a less extent also the sextile), you'll get a sudden boost in your followers count

🍂 This is a theory of mine that i've come up with and i'd love to hear your thoughts on it. When it comes to intergenerational astrology, i do believe that we inherit all of our personal planets placements from our parents and ancestors. But then you might say "But i don't act like my mother at all! This is bullshit!". I'm not saying we're all carbon copies of our family members. What makes us unique and distinguishes us from our parents and grandparents (or even great-grandparents) are the way the planets aspect each other in our birth charts and the planetary configurations between them. Basically we start from the same ground, but we all use our traits differently, whether for the better or the worst expression of them. Let's not forget that we also tend to go through different life experiences than our parents and grandparents; we might be blessed with different opportunities that might enhance our best traits and help us achieve what our ancestors always wanted to but weren't able to

Hope you enjoyed today's post, loves!💗💗💗 I've been wanting to post for a while now but my inspiration has been wandering alone in the Sahara Desert I can't promise that i'll start posting again more frequently (the new uni year is starting soon for me + i enrolled in a local astrology school 2 weeks ago🥳🥳 ya girl can't wait to officially become an astrologer) but my inbox will be open again for further questions! I must also thank you for helping me hit 500 followers!!! I'm probably gonna do another ask game once i hit 600 followers, as i'm too busy right now. As always, don't forget to drink water and take care of yourselves! Hope to see you soon! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#astro #astro community #astro placements #astrology #astro observations #astro posts #astro notes #astrology notes #astro blog #astroblr #astrology community #astrology tumblr #sun conjunct saturn #mars square neptune #mars trine neptune #moon sextile uranus #intergenerational astrology

[writingjourney]

don't ask me about secondo ever or you will hear me rambling out a whole character analysis for two hours because I am DEDICATED to this man, he is my wife.

EDIT – Okay you did it.

Some SFW Secondo HCs:

had to deal with the highest expectations out of the brothers, being older than Terzo and a lot younger than Primo it was clear that his Papacy would be of importance and Nihil expected him to excel while not necessarily providing the necessary guidance (especially when Terzo turned out to be more rebellious in nature)

being Nihil’s “favorite” did not come with all the benefits one might suspect, no more attention, no more love or care, only more work and pressure within the clergy

outside of the family many people never realised how he suffered from this neglect and exploitation and therefore do not perceive his trauma as that, often mistake his character for being cold/aloof when really he is just masking extremely hard and trying to appear unaffected and professional

while he was prepared for his future role, he quickly realised that his needs weren’t of importance, only his work and his rise within the clergy and so he learned that it is better not to ask and appear weak (so they don’t consider him unfitting)

while Primo did the best he could to replace their absent father, the clergy’s demands on the future Papa never allowed him to be quite the father figure that he wished he could be for his younger brothers – Secondo had to learn fast how to take care of himself and how to protect his younger brother from the clergy’s influences

despite detesting the clergy’s inner mechanisms, Secondo is a man of duty and has accepted that he was put on this path in Lucifer’s name

just before and after becoming Papa he quickly learned that bringing in own ideas just leads to dismissal and that being Papa made him a vessel for the ideals of the clergy which he grew to detest (“I’m a marionette”), also quickly learned that it is wiser not to rebel against them

this made him worried for Terzo who already had a lot of plans for his own Papacy that weren’t in line with the clergy’s agenda

through it all he found a lot of solace in his faith, is the most spiritual out of all the Papas with a special fondness for the modern symbolism of Baphomet that represents balance and wholeness (“And he's as macho as he is connected to the softer, more feminine part of himself” X), something that means a lot to him who is caught in a lot of turbulent emotions, this spirituality and also his high level of literacy is pretty evident in his music

therefore: best spiritual guide/advisor out of all the Papas, knows the right quotes and the right words to provide comfort and reassurance to bring you back on your path, way more empathetic than people give him credit for based on his cool demeanour, even though he is someone who quietly reassures you and uses a more reason based approach

because of all of this he has grown to be a very measured man who will always weigh reason and emotions against each other, rarely will you see him lose his temper on the outside, being in control of his emotions is important to him because that way he can have a sense of power he lacked when he was younger (also means he cannot let loose and relax easily, this man is TENSE and his shoulders hate him for it)

if someone wrongs him that person will get the cold shoulder and honestly, being the object of his scorn is worse, disappointing him is worse than his anger and he never forgets anything, this man has a whole drawer of receipts

doesn’t hate anyone as much as himself, the top spot is however taken by his neglectful, uncaring father who never knew how to act like a parent

if he does lose his temper it will usually not be on behalf of himself but someone else he truly cares about (his brothers, his lover, his protégés etc) and even so his anger is not the loud, yelling or violent kind but the kind that sends chills down your spine (his looks alone can kill and he finds the perfect sharp words to hurt you)

soft-spoken (not quite as much as Primo though), very calculated and minimalist in what he shows on the outside but his words usually hit where and how they’re supposed to (just listen to his voice on Infest and some of his speeches on stage, it’s quiet and haunting)

very much a quality over quantity sort of person – good food, good drinks, nice clothes he can wear for a long time, simple luxuries that go a long way and add to his comfort

big earth sign energy when it comes to his habits, works hard, has high expectations, good with money, particular about how he does things but generous with those he loves

good luck trying to get this man to open to up to you, he will not overshare and you have to pry every bit of more intimate personal information out of him, especially about his childhood

however, he is a very willing and patient teacher if you want to learn about his special interests or happen to sit in one of his classes, especially if you show potential and interest

self-sabotages a lot, especially when it comes to romantic relationships, for flings he avoids anything too intimate which extends to his preferred sex positions as well as kissing, when he notices he could really like someone he will find reasons why it doesn’t work (commitment issues), scared to be hurt and also scared to inflict pain and false hopes on someone else

when he does fall for someone and overcomes his fears he is the most loyal and supportive partner, you will be surprised by how loving and gentle he is with you, by how romantic he is (not in the cheesy way but in that soft, caring way who wants to love forever), pays close attention to your needs and preferences and never forgets anything

love languages: shows love with acts of service, gift giving and also quality time, likes to receive physical touch (loves to cuddle but is hesitant to initiate, would never admit how much he loves kisses to his face and hand holding but you can tell after some time), quality time and words of affirmation (so many times until he finally believes them)

#i have a five page HC document #i am not joking #secondo headcanons #papa emeritus ii headcanons #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #secondo emeritus #secondo hc

[kakiastro]

The Dark Side of You

Hey yall! You good? So I was thinking about the dark, shadow, unevolved, unhealed (whatever word you want to use) sides of each sign. I noticed something and maybe it’s just me here.

I noticed when you’re not acting your best self, you tend to act like the dark side of your sister sign .

Personal example: im a cancer rising so that means when I’m at my best and working on myself, I’m warm, I’m welcoming, I’m calm, I’m shy at first but never standoffis. But honeyyyy when I’m not in a good place mentally, all of my Capricorn (the dark side of cap) come out full blast. I’m standoffish, I can be hella cold, Im extremely blunt that comes off as rude. It’s just not good energy to be around or in lol

Since your rising is how the world perceive you, when you’re at your worst then the dark side of your sister sign acts up lol

Also look at your Mars sign for anger and Moon for overall emotions

I was thinking back on times when I didn’t handle my anger well. I have Mars Libra. So the way I deal with my anger is through a creative outlet because Libra is a Venus sign. I also listen to music or I try to find a peaceful resolution to the conflict, very Libran lol now at my worst, when it’s not controlled, my Aries energy comes out! I don’t care about your feelings, or what happens, my mouth has no filter whatsoever lol but that’s not the energy I’m suppose to be in when I’m angry this lifetime

I’m an Aquarius moon, drama queen at my worst😭

Have you noticed

-when a Scorpio is pissed off, they cuss you out and become hella vocal (Taurus)

-when Capricorns are upset, they definitely can lash out emotionally by being petty(Cancer)

-when Virgo are mad asf and they use their emotions and play victim to get what they want because they’ve lost control (PIsces)

-how about Aquarius, when there at their worst, the turn into drama queens and utterly selfish and attention seeking (Leo)

-Sagittarius will talk you to death until you agree with their ideal because they don’t like to be wrong (Gemini)

-Libras can become selfish and only think of themselves at their worst (Aries)

You can easily flip the highlighted signs and see there dark sides of the non-highlighted signs well!

Before anyone gets mad at me, remember, im talking about the Dark/unpleasant side of the sign. We’ve all have had our unpleasant moments.

Sister signs

Aries-Libra

Taurus-Scorpio

Gemini-Sagittarius

Cancer-Capricorn

Leo-Aquarius

Virgo-Pisces

This is just something I’ve been researching and noticing, how about you? Do you tend to act like the dark side of your sister sign

#astrology #astrology community #knowledge #love astrology #astro observations #advanced astrology #birth chart #kakiastro #tropical astrology

[ornii]

Hiya!! Can I please request a Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader where reader tries numerous ways to get his girlfriend to smile?

Love: The Unspoken Language

What makes Wednesday Addams smile?

Wednesday and Pleasant smiles were complete Polar opposites. While her love for you was strong and resilient, showing affection was completely annexed from her ideals. And it was up to you, to see her soft grin.

Sitting solemnly upon her chair, typing an excerpt from her future famous novel, her pace was steady, fingers meticulously tapping the keys, suddenly her precious writing time was interrupted by a figure entering her dorm room. (Y/n) enters with a shine and calmly approaches his love. He leans a bit as his face is next to hers, she stops typing.

“Hello Meine Liebe, Ive missed you dearly.” He says and gives her a soft peck upon her cheek, trying to make his black cat smile, but it was much to her annoyance.

“(Y/n), Mi amor, I requested an hour of silence for my novel. That includes your advances of affection.” She said, (Y/n) let out a solemn sigh and stands up and walks to her bed, calmly sitting upon it, watching her. He just stares at her, Mesmerized by her beauty. While many feared her rough and dark demeanor, you were attracted to it, drawn to it like a moth to a burning flame, inching so closer to getting burned but just barely enough not to be snuffed away in her flames. Wednesday, as upfront with how much she despises most people is, wasn’t the best at conveying emotions, especially ones so primal and, overtaking. Love.

Wednesday eyes (Y/n) from the corner, she stops again and turns to him.

“Your staring.”

“I just want to see my little Deathtrao smiles, Oh, Is it harming you as well?” He asks smirking, he bats his eyelashes at her, and a small scoff rose from her.

“No, it’s off putting.” She said with her classic cold tone, while (Y/n) tries not to take her abrasive nature to heart; it does hurt. His smile fades and he stands up.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone then.” He said quietly and walked to the door, Wednesday quickly realized what she said hurt.

“(Y/n)..” she says, and he stops and turned to her direction.

“What?”

“I.. didn’t mean that in a negative way. I meant that it’s.. odd for a man to stare so lovingly that isn’t my father.” She said, (Y/n) calmly walked over to her and kneels down so they’re almost face to face, and he takes a risk, using his hands he gently cups her face, and smiles.

“Wednesday staring at you is like looking into the Victorian Era in its finest beauty. Your dark eyes are like staring into the dark side of the moon, so lost in space that I can’t catch my breath, Wednesdays Addams, I love you.. no, I adore you.” He says, and Wednesday, smiles, those harrowing words were so, lovely, “Allow me..” (Y/n) says, his eyes close as Wednesday closes hers, her lip quivers as he slowly leans in, preparing to seal the deal. Before the two can seal their love, they hear the door open and (Y/n) was suddenly on the floor, and Wednesdays was typing on her typewriter like nothing happened. Enid enters, a bit shocked by (Y/n)’s presence.

“(Y/n)?” She asks obviously confused.

“I-oh, Hello Enid, I was talking with Wednesday about Mr Stiens biology class.”

“Oh. Okay..” She says, Enid wasn’t the most, perceptive but she could tell something was upon, By (Y/n) stunned look, and the fact Wednesday was tapping her foot, something she never does unless she’s, Anxious. Enid walks over to grab a book and walks out; not before delivering a perfect zinger.

“Well I’ll let you two get your chemistry on~” she says and leaves, (Y/n) sighs and sits up.

“Everyone knows, you don’t have to push me.”

“Yes I do..” Wednesday said, and turns to face (Y/n) as he sees her cheeks were red embarrassed. She didn’t want Enid to see her face, a snicker comes from (Y/n), Wednesday scowls.

“This is not funny.”

“You’re right, It’s hilarious.”

“I don’t know what curse you put on me, but you will release it, now.” She orders, he nods and leans in, planting his lips on hers, leaving her stunned. And even more red, she looks at her mirror and turns to him fuming

“You made it worse!”

“Calm down, Ha Ha! I promise you’ll stop being red in a moment.”

“… you better not be lying.” She says and goes back to typing. As a tiny smirk creeps along her face.

#netflix #male reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #reader insert #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wedensday x you #wednesday fluff #wednesday x y/n

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 15th of February, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 15th of February, 2024

Question: What is the best way for the BRF to deal with Harry and Meghan?

Interpretation: Tell the truth.

Note: I don't know if this is the universe or the collective speaking through the cards, but the message is something that we having been saying for a very long time

Card One: The Nine of Cups.

This is the card of emotional contentment, wishes coming true, satisfaction, success and recognition. No doubt marrying into the BRF brought Meghan all those things. The picture on the card is of the reunion of Eros and Psyche, a celebration of their togetherness before their marriage on Mount Olympus.

The energy of this card is to look into the engagement of Harry and Meghan. Look at Meghan's life before she met Harry, look at how she positioned herself during her relationship with Harry, and look at why the engagement was allowed and announced. There are clues hiding there in plain sight that we don't know about, but the BRF does. The energy of the card is to take another look at everything and examine what happened that led to the couple being engaged.

The clarifier for this card is the Page of Pentacles in reverse. Pages are children, and the Page of Pentacles is an earth sign child, like Archie. It is also my card for the UK. The energy of children is coming through here. Did Meghan say she was pregnant? What happened to that pregnancy? What was the proof? What do the people in her past say about her becoming pregnant? Is there anything in her past the suggests this is impossible? The Page of Pentacles is in reverse, so this is the negation of a child - the child never happened or the child is not hers.

The other energy relates to the UK and the status/money meaning of Pentacles. When Meghan married Harry, both of them gained status and money because of the marriage. The Page of Pentacles in reverse says to strip both Harry and Meghan of that status. Remove the titles. If they are still receiving money from their father, cut off that money. Return both of them to the position and finances that they held before the wedding.

Card Two: The Three of Pentacles in reverse.

The Three of Pentacles is about teamwork, people working together to achieve a goal. In the reverse, there is no teamwork, the person is not a team player, if there is a team it is divided and not cohesive or loyal. The energy of this card is of investigating the 'team' around Meghan - her friends, her mother, her PR agency/s. What can they tell you? What can you uncover from their behaviour and stories? The suit is Pentacles, so money is important - follow the money trail. Where does it go? To whom does it go? Who can be paid to talk about what they know about Meghan's past actions?

The clarifiers here are the Wheel of Fortune and the Ten of Swords. There were people who helped Meghan on her way up that she has now discarded, and they are willing to betray her in return. Find them talk to them, and see what they have to say about her actions and motivations.

Given the underlying energy, this could also be a surrogacy card (three to make a baby - mother, father, and surrogate - pentacles is about the body and material things, such as making a baby). If so, then the energy from the cards is the same - investigate and talk to those who were involved. They are ready to talk now, whereas before they may have held their tongue.

Card Three: The Two of Swords in reverse.

This card has the meaning of not making a decision, having a decision made for you, not being able to decide, the lesser of two evils, and the truth being revealed. The last meaning is not one that I often find with this card, but today it is the one that has the energy. The cards are saying to reveal the truth. There is no right way out of this, You are at a stalemate, and there is no solution that will please everyone. The card acknowledges that both outcomes will be less than ideal, but the push of the energy is to revealing the truth, not covering it up. As the saying goes, speak the truth and shame the devil.

The clarifier for this card is the Seven of Swords, the thief card, the card of wrongdoing. There has been deception and trickery going on. We all know this. It is time to come clean and reveal what lies and deceptions were told. Let the Harkles face the full consequences of their actions.

Underlying Energy: The Empress.

This card is appearing in its meaning of the mother. The energy is of pregnancy and children or pregnancy and a child. This energy is underlying all the cards above - the engagement, the rumoured surrogacy, and the trickery that has resulted in choosing between two bad outcomes. They are all connected by the idea of pregnancy and being a mother.

The clarifier for this card is The Tower. Knowing the truth about the children will create a Tower moment that will successfully stop the Harkles's current behaviour and render them unable to damage the institution of the BRF.

Conclusion.

The cards say that the best way to deal with the Harkles is to make a decision that has no right answer and/or has two equally bad outcomes, and to tell the truth. Gather information of what Harry and Meghan have done, especially in regards to the pregnancies and children, and release it to the world. Look into Meghan's past life, look at why the engagement was allowed, look into the team that supported her and talk to them. They may have held their tongues in the past, but now they are ready to talk.

Once you have gathered all the information you need, bite the bullet and release the truth. Reveal all the deceptions that were practised and the lies that were told. This may make you look stupid or foolish, and you may have been complicit in some of the deceptions by your past silence (the choice between two bad outcomes). Release them anyway. Then strip the pair of the titles and status that they gained upon their marriage (I say strip them of everything, but the cards refer to the engagement and subsequent wedding). This will be a Tower moment for the Harkles were what is left of their reputation and credibility crumbles to dust around them, and they will not be able to rebuild it. They will be rendered toothless when it comes to damaging the BRF.

[elysiansparadise]

heyyy i love ur posts and i wanna ask what u think about 11h moon<3

btw i love the way u set up ur whole aesthetic and how u lay everything out on ur account its amazing and was sooo helpful when i was trying to learn the basics of astrology

Hello, thanks for loving my posts. I appreciate your comment, delighted to know that this helped you somehow. 😊

Moon in the 11th house

Altruistic, gentle and very empathetic with other people. People, even if they just meet them, tend to quickly feel confident with these natives, even going so far as to tell them private things shortly after meeting them. With this placement of the Moon, the native has the ability to be popular, to win the affection of people and to attract friends who give him unconditional support. Now that I mention the word friendship, these natives are great people to have by your side, because the loyalty, affection and reassurance they are able to give are unique. They are genuinely happy for the achievements and happiness of their friends and it is very important to them that they feel comfortable emotionally and to show themselves as they are. People with a sublime and understandable soul, who, regardless of the differences they may have with others, are attentive and kind. These natives may feel somewhat different from their family or people their age, it is possible that they deal with the feeling of not having fit in with a group at some point in their life, the sense of belonging is something very important for them, even if it is difficult for them to verbalize it. 

The Moon being in an air house, makes them very rational people as far as their emotions are concerned, but that does not mean they are insensitive, quite the opposite, by removing the idea that they have the absolute truth, they are able to understand the motives and people's emotional worlds, which gives them great emotional intelligence. In some cases they may deal with the idea of ​​wanting to take care of their friends or the group they feel they belong with out of an internal need to be cared for in the same way. They very much apply the idea of ​​being the support they felt they didn't have when they were younger. They do not tolerate injustice, and can feel a lot of emotional pain when faced with it, so they will always be willing to support the causes they consider. They are typical people who help strangers and give them an encouraging and genuine smile. They can easily improve people's moods and make them feel that everything will be better. It is very likely that they feel some distance from some members of their family, more than they would like, but throughout their lives they can make friends that feel like family.

As I mentioned before, popularity is something quite common with this placement, these people can be very appreciated and recognized especially on the internet, it is quite common to see celebrities with this placement. They have the desire to contribute something to society, whether it be changes, help, knowledge, etc. They may want to do something significant or big. In financial terms, they may have some ups and downs in their income, but they have the ability to handle it. They are likely to make money as teachers, chefs, content creators, entrepreneurs or psychologists. Even if they seem to be very people-oriented people, these natives need to feel autonomous and enjoy their time alone. In fact, it is likely that when faced with a difficult event, they prefer to isolate themselves to process everything at the beginning, since feeling their support back is something crucial for them. The relationship with the mother can be somewhat complex, and the native is likely to feel that they are very different in terms of ideals. In the best of cases, the native feels motivated by their mother to follow their dreams, in the most tense case there may be a lot of emotional distance with her.

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[janesgms]

Astro Notes - 06

✨️ Composite Chart Edition ✨️

Having asteroids bride (12029) and groom (5129) in opposite signs in the composite chart can indicate a couple who's very different but still complete each other in a balanced way. Like the definition of opposites attract, people usually think "I didn't imagine them together but they actually match and are so cute together", or just a couple that no one expected

Having these same asteroids in the same sign of the composite chart is that couple that everyone sees similarities, they're very similar from each other and they may seem the cliché couple from an american movie (not in a bad way haha) 💕

Virgo mercury in a composite chart is a huge indicator of a long-lasting relationship, because both people communicate well with each other but in a more mature way than gemini, for example, the other sign ruled by mercury. They understand each other's communicative way very well, specially if it's also in a well placed house like the 3rd, 1st, etc

Since I've talked about virgo mercury, let me say my opinion in gemini mercury in the composite of a couple. I think it creates a good communication between each other, indeed, but contrary to virgo, it doesn't look like a couple who talks about long-lasting plans, it seems like they enjoy talking about the present only, which is not the ideal for everyone, but overall, they have a lot of fun with each other

— People say that you usually have the same placements of your parents but in my case I have nothing in virgo, cancer or capricorn, my mom's big 3, and from my dad, I have the same mars and his sun as my venus. However, something interesting I've found out is that their composite sun sign and MC/IC is the same as mine

A couple with 10H mars can be known in the community or just among the family for a couple that fights a lot, specially if mercury is also there.

Leo moon in a composite chart can indicate that this couple have very intense or just dramatic fights, because their emotions get the best of them at times. This can be an indicator of any fire moon to be honest, but with the leo moon is particularly very "flashy" (not necessarily physical though)

Asteroid hehe (20002) conjunct venus in a composite chart of maried couple can indicate that a couple who's generally very harmonic and happy, look at any saturn aspects to see if this is long-lasting or not

Having neptune and venus in the same sign of the composite chart can indicate a hidden relationship or even a lot of lies among the relationship...

Moon in the 5H in the composite is a couple who dreams in having children together, or just really prone to having children if not careful. For ex: my parents have this and my mom got pregnant 3 times

The sign of the asteroid DNA (55555) in the composite of a couple can indicate a prominent placement in the chart of their children

DNA (55555) in the 10H in the composite of the couple indicates their children will look more like the father. In the 4H it's the mom. In the 3H can indicate that the children will look like other familliars of the parents 👀

Moon conjunct lilith indicates a lot of taboo topics are prominent in the couple's dynamic. They probably talk about these topics a lot, if not careful, one of them is even abusive to the other or just influentiates the other a lot to do dark things. If the couple in unevolved, it indicates cheating, excessive jealousy...

Union (1585) in the 1H in the composite can indicate a couple who from the very first moment wanted to be together and bond. This can be a love at first sight placement. Overall, is a couple who takes proud in being together

Moon square chiron is such a painful one to have. This can indicate a karmic relationship, since at least one of them feels a lot of pain when trying to express their feelings. Dealing with each other's emotions brings a lot of pain generally. But if they overcome this dificulty, it can bring healing to each other

Pisces/12H placements in the composite can indicate a couple who's generally confusing/lost, or that couple that had everything to work out but didn't. A relationship that seems like a fairytale at the beginning but in the end brings a lot of karmic bagage to one of them, an unforgettable union (for the good or for the bad)

Moon square sun is also a harsh one, there are a lot of differences that makes being together tough sometimes, a lot of frictions between what they wanne be as couple and how they deal with their emotions

In my opinion, the best houses to have marriage/love asteroids and placements in the composite of a long-lasting couple, or the ones that actually work out more for me, to be more specific, are the 1st, 4th, 5th, 7th, 9th and 10th houses :) but everyone feels differently about every house so feel free to comment your opinion. About the composite signs that are best to have in my opinion are cancer, virgo, aries and libra

Another nice aspect in a long-lasting relationship to me is MC conjunct NN (this applies both to composite and synastry), because the couples soul journey is well aligned with their life path (if that makes sense i hope it makes lol)

♡ That's it for today, I hope you like it! have a nice day everyone 💌

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[morkofday]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ♡ — with love; from all the couples of our skyy 2!

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as always when it comes to edits like this, i want to ramble about things. so here i go, sharing my thoughts and my love for these couples:

red – patpran red as a color is all the things intense and fiery. it's passion and love and desire, excitement and energy and power. it's also danger and aggression and anger. it burns, no matter how and with what emotions. thinking about these couples, it was very obvious to me that red would be pat and pran. they are intense. they wouldn't be here, together, if they hadn't been so strong about it. if their love didn't burn everything in front of it. in our skyy 2 they might've settled a bit more but the fire is definitely still there.

orange – guncher orange is about positivity and having fun. it's playful and enthusiastic, full of spontaneous ideas and action. it also provides emotional strength. watching the whole of a boss and a babe – where gun and cher collide and then teach other about all these new things and feelings – and then their our skyy 2 eps where cher is still helping gun learn about Emotions seemed to correlate with orange a lot. they're a playful couple full of silliness and fresh ideas. but they are also incredibly warm and understanding towards each other. they're strong bc they have each other.

yellow – akkayan yellow is about happiness and joy. it's the cheerful color full of sunshine and summer heat and hope. but it's also the color of intellect, idealism, and creativity. akk and ayan seemed to fit this part of yellow so well i hated to change it to anyone else. their whole dynamic is based on clashing ideals and understanding them, of curiosity towards the world and others, and figuring out new things. also, i do wish for their happiness and for them to have joy. them getting that gives them and us all a lot of hope in this cruel world.

green - kluendao the color of youth and growth. despite not being the youngest couple in our skyy 2, kluen and dao give me this feeling of newness. they seem a bit unsure of where they stand after the struggles of getting together, but they're slowly growing, together and into each other. their our skyy 2 eps were, in this sense, about taking the next steps in their joined life, so green seemed to suit them. there is also the theme of luck: they're lucky that they found each other again after parting ways once.

turquoise - phuphatian turquoise is a serene color. it connects to the feelings of calm and peace, and stabilizes our emotions and minds. phupha and tian have always had this sense of calm to them despite the drama of their lives. they also feel very mature despite their silly argument in our skyy 2. they support each other, find comfort in each other. they are always able to rely on having the other one there when they need it. and after that proposal? it's forever, baby.

blue - palmnueng the first image i made for this set, as palm and nueng's relationship seemed to so strongly scream for blue. it's the color of safety, loyalty, and trust. it makes us feel calm and protected. it boosts confidence and also inspires honesty. with these two, all these things seem quite obvious. they're a couple willing to both die and kill for each other, and they trust the other with their lives. i guess that's also part of the deal as soulmates like our skyy 2 made them in the episodes, so i don't think i need to explain to this that much more.

purple - tinngun in most cases, purple as a color relates to royalty and mystery. out of all these colors, purple was the hardest to place bc of this. but it is also the color of imagination, inspiration, and fantasies. which, when you think about the whole of my school president and not only their our skyy 2 eps, is the core of the tinngun relationship. their story is full of fantasies and imagination, and they both inspire each other to do their best. the hint of magic only got added in with the concept of multiverse which makes their story only that more inspiring.

pink - puentalay the most obvious one out of all of these but no one can probably blame me for it. puen and talay are just the epitome of pink; of love, romance, care, compassion, and acceptance. there's a hint of playfulness in this color too which is absolutely fitting for these two. i also personally like that this became the last image of this set. they feel like the fitting crown to end this whole journey.

i know this set is late considering we're already over halfway through this month but pride is every month anyway. we all deserve to celebrate who we are and how beautiful love is in all of its forms every month. so i am simply telling you all to be happy and remain colorful ♥

#asiandramanet #asianlgbtqdramas #our skyy 2 #bad buddy #a boss and a babe #the eclipse #star in my mind #atots #a tale of thousand stars #never let me go #my school president #vice versa #countaspieceofme #tonanons #userjjessi #mjtag #lextag #uservid #usertoptaps #userconcrete #tuserchlo #tusersilence #tolunalina #userhanyi #becauseigtf #lightmiup #ninisdarlings #i love all of them so #i hope yall are enjoying the pride #know you're loved and deserving of love no matter what!

[reveluving]

it matters to me ; bruce wayne x batmom reader

summary: you and Bruce spend the night together after his toughest week yet.

warnings: smut (minors DNI!), fluff (reverse comfort), mentions of bruises and violence

a/n: after my post about the lack of Batmom smut, you just know I had to do sumn ✋🏼😔 not much but definitely not my last! thank you & don't forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» check out my batmom m.list, or my full m.list!

» smut includes; unprotected sex (p in v sex) in the bathtub, slight striptease, spanking, reverse cowgirl, soft!Bruce.

'His precious other half. The caring mother to his many children. The best daughter figure Alfred could've asked for.' ;

You could tell that something was bothering Bruce to the max. Hell, everyone in the house could tell. The way he zoned out at the dinner table, or the times you’ve caught him trying to control his anger whenever he was on the phone. You’ve read the news; Wayne Enterprises was under fire for a reason that you were pretty sure was the fault of the company it was working with. They weren’t even that big of a name, other than being from New York. Still, you shouldn’t be surprised by how much power the press had to manipulate the opinions of the public.

It was pretty obvious that Bruce was getting the short end of the stick, and has been for the past three days.

The next morning was no different. You almost didn’t want to wake him up by how peaceful he seemed. You took in his appearance, appreciating him at his most vulnerable and tranquil. You looked at the time, silently glad that he had over an hour before needing to get ready. So, you got out of bed as slowly and quietly as possible, tiptoeing to the bathroom to let your husband rest for a couple more minutes.

The hot shower did little to calm your nerves but it was worth trying. As soon as you were settled with your skincare routine and ready in your work clothes, you opened the door, disappointed to find Bruce sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Morning, you,” You walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing him on the cheek, “I was hoping you’d still be asleep. I wasn’t going to wake you up until another ten minutes or so,”

“S’alright,” He yawned before giving you a tired smile, “Promised to meet up with Lucius first thing in the morning,” Two hours of sleep was definitely not ideal, more so when he came home from work and left to patrol without seeing you. Only when Tim had told him that he and Stephanie would have the situation under control until sunrise that he would return to the manor, finding you sound asleep but no one to hold. He didn’t sleep immediately, instead, holding you in his arms before letting his exhaustion take over, and that was around 4:57 a.m., “Thank you, though. You know I would’ve stay a little longer if it wasn’t for the meeting,”

“I know,” You twiddled your thumbs, “Just… Try not to overwork yourself, okay?”

You knew it was almost impossible to request such a thing from him.

“I’ll try,” It was the best response he could offer, knowing better than to lie by promising when he himself couldn’t help with the predicament he was in. He hated the fact that he couldn’t hide his emotions better. He knew vulnerability wasn’t a bad thing, or at least, not within the family, thanks to you. But as old habits die hard, it was easier said than done. Like anyone else, you had bigger problems to deal with, so the thought of dragging you to his ‘minor and avoidable problems’ just added to his guilt.

“Alright,” You answered, “I’ll see you downstairs?”

“See you in 15 minutes,” He nodded, pulling you in for a kiss before letting you go.  It had you wishing for the universe to be fairer with the poor man. You forced yourself to leave the bedroom, but not before blowing him a kiss. You made your way to the kitchen, instinctively grinning at the voices of your children.

“Morning!” You chirped, earning different forms of answers from them, plus Alfred, who was washing the pans and utensils.

“Where’s father?” Damian asked before taking a spoonful of his cereal.  

“Just woke up,” The dining room was suddenly silent, other than the sounds of you pouring tea into your cup. The way you seemed distracted clearly concerned them, their eyes darting from one another, “I’m worried about him,”

“You mean father?” You nodded.

“I’m sure you guys noticed how reserved he’s been for the past couple of days. More than usual, at least,” You’d be more surprised if they didn’t.

“We have. He’s been careless in patrols, too,” Thank goodness you weren’t drinking the second you heard that, or you would’ve spat it out.

“Careless?” The newfound information caused your stomach to drop. The fearful look on your face forced Duke to butt in and correct Damian.

“Well, we wouldn’t say ‘careless’,” Though it was a strong word to describe Bruce’s recent behaviour, the youngest wasn’t totally wrong, “But, yeah, we could tell he hasn’t been focusing. Taking more hits than usual,”

You knew it was bad but not this serious. You would think that with the stress he has been receiving from work, he’d be better at night by blowing off some steam on a bunch of criminals. Morbid, yes, but it made sense, right? Plus, it wasn’t like he was beating up some random civilian just because they had a punchable face or something.

Cass’ soft taps on your hand forced you out of your thoughts.

‘You think he’ll be okay?’ She signed, pitying both you and Bruce.

“I hope so,” A tight smile was all you could muster, though you didn’t have to guess that they knew better, “Don’t worry, I’ll try to think of something. Maybe a small talk before we go to bed,” You pursed your lips, “In the meantime, do me a favour and keep a close eye on him during patrols?”

Their thumbs-up did help you relax just a little. You had no doubt they’ve had Bruce’s back without needing you to tell them, but it was nice to hear from them every once in a while.

Today was going to be a long day for you in the café, and a longer day for Bruce in the office.

Just a day after Damian told you about Bruce’s lack of focus as Batman since the ordeal, you’ve begun noticing more bruises coming up. The ones on his face weren’t too visible, thankfully, but the ones littering his body from the neck down were too much for you to bear.

You had to do something, and it all started with a phone call.

Friday rolled around, and Bruce came home after dusk to a quiet manor.

“Mistress (Y/N) should be in her room,” Alfred reassured the man, though he didn’t mention the kids and closed the door behind him, “Dinner will be ready shortly,”

“Right, thanks,” There was something about the mention of ‘dinner’ that had him frozen midstep. He was beginning to feel like he had forgotten something but no matter how hard he tried to remember, nothing was clicking. Still, he tried his best, all while dragging his feet to his room, eager to greet his beloved after one of the worst weeks he has ever had.

“(Y/N)?” He pushed the door open, smiling when you coincidentally came out of the bathroom in a silky robe.

“You’re home!” You exclaimed, running over to him for a hug as soon as he came in. He reciprocated just as tightly, instantly relaxing as he inhaled the familiar scent of your hair. It was tough to think that he only had a couple of hours with you before needing to go out as the Dark Knight as usual, especially after all the shit he had to deal with, “I missed you,”

“I missed you too,” His heart clenched. There wasn’t a day where he hasn’t thought about you, how you were doing, and how much he was in deep water for the times where he was needed elsewhere. You were a patient woman, though Bruce had always thought you deserved someone better.

On a more selfish note, he was beyond thankful to have you, and he hoped you felt the same way.

“What have you been up to?” He pulled away, though he had his hands on your hips.

“Nothing much. Work is work but now, I’m pretty excited,” That piqued his interest.

“Oh? Why’s that?” He asked.

“‘Cause now, I get to spoil you!” He raised his eyebrows, “Because I may or may not have made changes to tonight’s plans?”

Tonight’s plans?

Oh.

Oh.

“Shit,” He paled, “The dinner. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry—” He rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated with himself, “Look, I'll go down and tell Alfred. We can still make it. Just give me—”

“I cancelled it,” You interrupted, watching his eye widen in surprise, “It didn’t feel right going when I know you’re not feeling okay, so I called the restaurant a few hours ago and changed it to another date,” You could tell by the guilt in his eyes that he wanted to retort, “Bruce, I’m not mad, I promise. I’m just worried about you. We’ve been worried about you,”

His grip tightened, not enough to hurt but it did act as an indicator that he was in need of support, in more ways than one, that is.

"It was nothing. I just thought I could handle it myself, y’know? Just until the press gets tired of the same news over and over," He shrugged, his nonchalance caused your cheeks to puff up.

“Bruce, it clearly wasn't 'nothing'. We’ve been through this, remember?” You tilted his chin, forcing him to look at you, “I didn’t stick around with a family of crime fighters for years just to blow a fuse at you for sharing your problems. If anything, I'm proud of you,"

Living in a city like Gotham, showing vulnerability to the public was the worst mistake one could ever make. Which is why when you came along, you taught them that at least within the family, it was nothing to be ashamed of. How it was normal to feel down and ask for help when the world was too much.

You thoroughly reminded them that it was okay to not be okay, no matter how 'little' the issue was.

It took a long time to teach him, as well as the others, but damn, it was definitely worth it.

"Let me help you the way you helped me," You embraced him ever so gently. You couldn't imagine a life without him, Alfred or your children. Even if you had the café, what happens after that?

Would there even be an 'after that' in the first place?

He didn't think it was possible to love you more than he already has, and yet, here he was.

His precious other half. The caring mother to his many children. The best daughter figure Alfred could've asked for.

A symbol of hope that keeps the Wayne's going.

His parents would've loved you.

"Would you let me treat you the way you deserve?" Oh, how he would've loved to submit to your desires. The desire to please him, so much so that he wished he could've skipped his duty for the night, "You don't have to go,"

It didn't take long for him to understand, looking down at you as a sign to continue.

"Believe it or not, Damian told the others about it. About how you couldn't even focus on patrols, and Jason was able to help out by being in charge for the night. Though, I'm pretty sure he's going to use the information as blackmail," You couldn't help the boxy smile when Bruce groaned, his ears turning red. Trust the kids to tell their older brothers about him getting beat up left and right in the most embarrassing way, "I saw the bruises, Bruce. You know I was going to find out one way or another,"

You rested your chin against his chest, staring up at him with such crestfallen eyes. It held love, too, but he didn't miss the way you were holding back your tears.

"Will you let me?"

A familiar sight, considering how he has been in your shoes before. When he begged to treat you the way you deserved, especially when you were at your lowest. Rare, but it has happened, and Bruce would do anything to help you back on your feet if it were to ever occur again.

"Only if I get to do the same for you," He whispered against your forehead, and you couldn't be any happier.

"Deal," You grinned before sealing his lips with yours.

You were glad you had everything ready. As soon as you and Bruce were able to talk it out, you brought him to the bathroom, showing him the bubble bath you've prepared.

"I may have gone overboard with the soap," You scooped up a handful of bubbles, holding them in between your hands, "It smells really good, though,"

"I don't mind," He chuckled, watching you appreciate the littlest things as usual, "Haven't had a good bath in a while. I'm pretty sure my showers only lasted around ten minutes since last week,"

"Well, that won't do," You pouted, beckoning him to you after shaking the bubbles off your hands, "Come on, I'll help you out of your clothes,"

He did as he was told, moving his arms and legs when necessary till he was completely naked. He noticed how you frowned for a split second, tensing up at the sight of his bruises, some darker than the other. You shook your head, preferring to focus on what mattered at the moment.

"Alright, handsome, in you go," One leg in and he was already sighing in relaxation before submerging himself in the mass of bubbles. He rolled his shoulders, placing both arms on the edge of the tub. His current state had you bouncing on the balls of your feet until he looked at you questioningly.

"Well?"

"Well what?" You questioned back.

"Aren't you going to come in here with me?" Oh?

"I…" You didn't think about that. Your initial plan was to sit on the edge of the tub, mostly to be able to wash his hair and back. Then again, Bruce's idea sounded a lot better, "If you want me to,"

He silently motioned for your hand, allowing him to cover yours in his larger one.

"I'd love that," You shuffled your feet against the cool tile, bashful by his small but sweet gesture before slowly taking off your robe. You let the material pool next to his set of clothes, earning you a whistle from your husband. He didn't expect the black bra and high-cut briefs and frankly, he didn't mind one bit.

But, he would much rather see them on the floor.

"Take them off for me," He requested, the tone much deeper as he let his eyes rake over your figure. His voice was hypnotizing, but you wanted to toy with him just for a little bit. You turned around, arching your back to accentuate the curve of your ass while removing your bra. From your peripheral vision, he had his head tilted back, watching you closely and dare you say, hungrily.

The bra dropped to the floor with a thud but you didn't turn around just yet. Instead, you traced your hands from the back of your neck, down to your sides and finally, to the band of your underwear. He may have gone through a lot this week, but you couldn't help but have him at your mercy.

"Please, baby," There it was. You smirked before taking it off, bending down as the finale of your act. Your ass was within arm's reach, and it didn't take long till you felt a light smack on your right cheek.

"Have I ever told you how cute your butt looks?" The way he massaged your flesh sent sparks up your spine. It was amusing to hear him say 'butt' instead of 'ass', meaning he was still in a softer mood.

Not for long.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr Wayne," You playfully smacked his hand.

"Really? 'Cause flattery got me a beautiful woman in my hot tub. Well," He pursed his lips, "Or at least, she's supposed to,"

You scoffed, walking over to him with a sway of your hips. You couldn't resist teasing him a little more by bending at the side of his tub.

"So impatient," You batted your eyelashes, snapping your fingers in front of him when you knew he wasn't exactly looking at you, "Eyes up here, handsome,"

"Sorry. Well," He shrugged, "Not really," He gave you a small cheeky smile, contrasting the feigned annoyance on your face before offering you his hand, "Come here,"

He helped you in, wanting you to be as close as possible despite the size of the tub. He placed his chin on your shoulder, watching and laughing with you as you played with the bubbles. You turned your head a little, locking your eyes with his before kissing his nose.

"I love you," You whispered.

"I love you, too," He responded, nuzzling his face against you, "More than you can imagine,"

The intimacy of having his chest against your back, arms wrapped around you to be able to plant kisses on your neck and shoulder.

"Bruuuce," You whined, writhing in his hold, "You promised you'd let me spoil you,"

"You're already spoiling me by giving me a night in with you," He mumbled against your burning skin, "You can do whatever you want after this, but for now, just let me have you,"

His hands slid up your body, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. Your gasps echoed off the fancy bathroom walls, your hands above his when he rolled your nipples in between his fingers. Your legs straddled his, stopping you from ever closing them. Not when his cock was right below your aching cunt.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" He breathed out, "I don't deserve a woman as considerate as you and yet, here you are; checking up on me, convinced the kids so I can stay home, giving me a bubble bath,"

"I… I don't deserve you. G-Gotham doesn't deserve you," You corrected in between your mewls, "Giving y-your all to the city as b-both Bruce Wayne and Batman no matter how hard things get,"

He didn't reply, hoping to leave the banter out until much later. It wasn't that he hated it, if anything, he was absolutely touched. He knew denying it was completely out of the question, so he took it like a champ.

Just the way you wanted.

"Grind yourself against me," He rasped, feeling his length slide in between your lips. You obeyed, feeling desperate for him as much as he was for you. You rolled your hips against his, holding onto one of his legs for leverage, "That's it, don't stop,"

The splash and slosh of the bath as it spills out little by little was ignored by both you and your husband.

"Bruce, please… I need you inside me," Patience be damned, you weren't planning on cumming right then and there. You've been dying to have him split you in half for a while now.

"Go on," He urged, "Get on all fours and put it in,"

You didn't need to be told twice, your movements left your entire back exposed. The suds on your body, especially the ones decorating your ass was enticing, to say the least. You lined the tip of his member to your throbbing sex, sinking down onto it slowly with choked-out sobs.

"Slowly, slowly. There you go," He sighed, savouring the moments when you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," You drawled in a daze, stretching you open even if you were only midway. He was trying his hardest not to thrust all at once. You raised your hips, letting the very tip in before taking more of him. One of his hands slid up and down your spine, the slickness from the suds only encouraged you to go faster, especially when a sharp smack was landed on your ass, one on the left before moving to the right, "Fuck!"

He couldn't resist when the shine from the soap practically begged him to spank you.

"You like that?" The high-pitched 'mhm' prompted him to smirk, landing a couple more to hear you yelp at every touch. Once he figured you had enough, he cooed, "Think you can take more of me?"

Oh, you knew you could, you just needed a little more time to adjust.

You have yet to get used to the size of this man.

Your whines didn't stop, even when you had him all the way. Not only were you tightening around him every time you even thought about moving, but his hands were also holding you down, breathing deeply as your walls were pretty much choking him.

"Bruce, please! I can't—" You couldn't even finish your sentence, crying out in a way that you knew he wouldn't live it down when all of this was said and done. But, if it meant being able to please your man to the fullest, so be it, "I w-want you to cum in me,"

Fuck.

"How can I say no to that?" Without a single warning, he practically jackhammered into you, the sudden roughness caused the lukewarm water to splash out much more. The breathy moans that were coming from both of you are haunting in the most beautiful way possible. You'd probably be reminded of this very night from then on.

"O-oh, fuck, right there!" You tried to match his pace, hoping to ignore how shaky your legs were in favour of chasing your orgasm. The speed was almost unrelenting, as if he was finally letting his frustrations out, more so when you squeaked at a particular spot. A spot only he could ever find, "I-I'm going—! Bruce!"

"Do it!" He rasped, unable to hold it in any longer, "Fucking cum right now!"

You nearly squirmed away, letting out a long, dragged moan as you gushed around his cock.  He didn't stop, nails digging deeper into your hips to help you reach your high before milking every last drop of his cum. You could've drowned momentarily when your elbows buckled, only to be pulled into Bruce's chest thanks to his reflexes.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, shuddering every time he moved in and out of you at a much slower speed. Your oversensitive lips had you whining, closing your eyes when he stroked your back.

"Thank you," He kissed you on the cheek, forehead, nose and every time his lips could reach, "Thank you so much. You're so good to me,"

Your weak giggles were enough, only to choke out a gasp when his hips stuttered against yours. The images of your own desperation flooded your mind, shying away by hiding your face into his collarbone.

None of you moved for what was assumed was five minutes or so, feeling exhausted yet content to have each other for a little while longer.

"Thank you," He repeated, softer this time.

"You're welcome," Seeing him smile, as genuine as when he came home an hour ago, was the one thing you looked forward to.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

The sudden knocks coming from the bedroom door, considering that you left the bathroom door slightly ajar, caused both of you to jump.

"Master Bruce, Mistress (Y/N), I just had the dinner table set up. Come to the dining room whenever you're both ready," Alfred called from the other side before hearing his footsteps become softer by the second. You and Bruce shared a look before laughing softly.

"Do you think he heard all that?" He asked you.

"I hope not," He didn't, you knew that. At least, there was a high chance that he didn't. Yesterday, as soon as you told Alfred that you had 'plans' for Bruce, he knew not to come up to the second floor until he was absolutely sure you had done what was necessary, "You still up for dinner?"

"Mhm, I didn't have much for lunch today," You blinked.

"Don't tell me you only had the coffee and croissant that you ordered from the café?" You knew what his answer was going to be, and the guilty look he had didn't help much either.

"I plead the fifth?" You didn't have it in you to scold him for his negligence. That didn't mean you weren't disappointed, “Okay, okay, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to see you as soon as I finished my work. I thought I could make up for the lost time when I was so reserved about the whole issue with that other company,”

“Oh, sweetheart,” You shook your head with a pout, “Then at the very least, you can make it up to me by having dinner downstairs,”

“Deal,” He agreed without hesitation. You didn’t leave the room immediately though — Alfred did say to come down whenever you were both ready. For now, both of you agreed to stay in each other’s arms a little while longer.

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don't!

(⭐) today is my birthday and i thought i'd post this pac about "what you shouldn't accept?". intuitive tarot reading and maybe not resonate with everyone, hope you enjoy this.

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for pic one i see it's important that you don't allow any more emotional abuse. i see that you can have someone of influence or power (it can be a mother, father, boss) that directly affects your emotional and with that overloading your mental causing you to have heavy crises of anxiety and even depression. i see that it doesn't just stop there and that this person makes you feel diminished. it's important that you see the best way to work this out and try to get out of this pic one situation, unfortunately they do this to you out of pure evil and not because they want you to learn something. definitely that person has personal issues with you but I don't see a deep reason for that person to do that. it was probably things based in the person's own head and it's reflecting some kind of HER frustration on top of you.

random: i see that this person can attract fights and arguments to you, and i see that you are unwilling and unhealthy to face them. i also see that you will find some way to feel more peaceful and with that the fights and arguments will not affect you as much as now because you will be with inner peace. meditation, listening to your favorite music can help you. if you are asking for a spiritual direction i see that this north is about to be revealed to you and regardless of what the only thing you need to do is take the opportunity and move on, taking yourself out of this suffering.

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first of all pic two is not true! everything people say about you is a lie! the people around you (some friends or relatives) have only one function in your life at the moment: to let you down, to say that you can't do it, to say that you won't make it and that you shouldn't even try! the point is that you urgently need to cut these people out of your life. these people have no consideration and at least respect for you, people are cruel and spit any shit on you. honestly pic two people do this because they know it's easy to manipulate you, your ideas and your ideals. you are definitely a super open person and you trust these people, and the more you believe that you are everything they say the more you believe in people... you are sinking.

you may be afraid of being alone, and as much as you know yourself deep down and love the fact that you are like that, all that changes when you have to deal with people. Is it easier for you to believe in people, sinking like this just in exchange for a shitty friendship or company? not. you won't be alone, pic two, but you need to get these people out of your way or at least get the influence these people have on you.

random: you may be neglecting someone. not giving the real value that person deserves. there's someone wanting to get close, but you don't let that person in because of sheer arrogance and bad influence opinions. be careful not to become the people who hurt you pic two, that way you will definitely be alone!

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i see injustices of other people towards you, actually a person. i see that apart from this injustice you already have a big problem with yourself. this person can hurt you even though you know you have other issues that make you feel bad. It's been a while since you've felt a little happiness, right? i understand you. this pile can serve the people who chose pic one. this person is sapping your energy more and more, is a person who can be dramatic and blame bad choices on you. it's a person who sneaks up on you and hurts you when you're okay... ok, i get it. this person waits for you to recover to destroy you and with that you are in an infinite loop! this person who commits these cruelties against you is an immature person and uses a sharp tongue knowing that it will not have great consequences but it's time for you to turn against this person, you need to put him in his place!

you can refuse to impose yourself due to lack of patience or even avoid conflict, but it's better to get into a big fight where you have chances to attack than to be in a constant fight where you just get beaten. no matter how much you spare yourself i see that nothing will change. unfortunately you will have to go against it.

random: i see you are going to receive a gift, a very good opportunity. this can be a work or study opportunity, i see that with this opportunity you will have great financial gains.... it will be your chance to get out of this situation! but make no mistake, pic three, as long as you hide from the conflicts you will remain in the same situation.

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[namazunomegami]

Into the Void

Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader

Synopsis: Geto is so succumbed to his ideals that you have no choice but to run. But the hunt for you is more than a simple chase. It's resurrection. It's repentance. Just like in the parable of the lost sheep.

CW: canon compliant, established relationship, predator/prey, injuries, blood, toxic dynamics, heavy religious symbolism, emotional distress, dissociation, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, yandere behavior, Geto is a manipulative ass how surprising

WC: 5.2k whoops

Credits: my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading but tbh I should start calling you my editor from now on lmao. I'm glad you enjoyed my sneak peeks so much 💕

Song rec: since I can't control myself, I picked 3 songs by Nine Inch Nails that gives the perfect vibes to the story. For the exposition, I recommend Heresy, mostly because the lyrics resonates with the reader's thoughts about Geto. For the escape/chase part, I picked Eraser for the creepy vibes and reader's slowly deterioriating sanity. For the closing part, I picked A warm place because it's a comforting yet a bit gloomy track

A/N: Saying that this idea possessed me is an understatement. Initially I only wanted to put effort into the whole chase scene but obviously I started to add lore into the whole thing. And since they grew on me and I simply love their dynamic, a part 2 is on the way yaaay.

Minors shall not interact unless they wanna get punched.

And a usual warning for dark content. I wanted to keep it mild but I couldn't. Maybe I'm a lil bit too skilled when it comes to writing about fear.

It’s all too painful to think that maybe running away with Geto wasn’t the best idea.

Of course you loved him, you loved the twins too and the makeshift family you created, it really healed some of the wounds you received in the past. But you wished it would’ve stayed that way. Living together, somewhere far away, isolated, in peace. Have a fresh start, build a nest for the four of you and fill it up with love.

But he had other plans.

There were a lot of improvements in the initial phase of your plans. Building community, uniting the herd. You enjoyed some reverence from the followers too. Eventually the initial number of breakthroughs began to stagnate, despite all the effort. It became routine, like you were being dragged through the same day for years and years without end. When you were faced with even more setbacks, you started to realize that you basically never left the temple and it soon began to feel like a cage. Golden and holy. It was draining to see people lose their sense of individuality and how he became their only source of validation. It was torment. Living life as an idol of worship tucked into a forgotten corner of a church. Praised like a twisted Gothic Madonna with a blue cloth over your head, but in reality you weep, you’re their Mater Dolorosa, with swords piercing your sorrowful heart.

The most devastating thing about realizing you’re not fit to run a cult, is the fact that you lack the most understated yet important aspect of it: believing in the agenda you want to spread. How could you guide all those helpless, simple-minded sheep while questioning whether your destination is real or not? Maybe that Canaan has nothing to do with milk and honey, instead it’s just a pile of rubble.

You soon got tired of it all. His drive, his goal, all too impossible to achieve. Maybe he knew he could never make it happen, but it consumed him regardless. You’ve lost the most cherished parts of him to his hatred, his deeply repressed rage against any injustices he had to deal with after the infamous Star Plasma incident.

You weren’t sure about your feelings towards Geto anymore. Were you afraid of him? Angry at him? Bitter? Disappointed? Worried? It all turned into mush, a grotesque, black liquid as the thin walls of the temple slowly made you feel like they were closing in on you. You had no idea how much time you had, until your unresolved feelings will taint the whole place.

You always circled back to the worst possible action to protect your soft, aching heart… When you thought that nothing will change for the better, you wanted to run away. You wanted to hide. The ambivalence of your feelings towards him weighed on your heart and conscience, like a thousand stones. You loved him, yet you loathed what has become of him. Despite that you trusted him with the map of your soul, made it through all the highs and lows of your relationship so far, all the deep abysses of pain and suffering.

Maybe you should run, just for the sake of it. To test how it will make you feel. Will it make you feel freed? At ease? Will it lift the weights on your chest? Will this sense of incoming doom vanish?

Maybe you should find Gojo. He wouldn’t condemn you, but he would be disappointed. If you set your judgement and resentment to aside, he’s the only one who can talk with the higher ups to scratch your name off the list of curse users who are on death row.

How much time did you need to forge your plan? Not even a single minute. It was only natural for you to memorize everybody’s routine, how to distinguish the sound of their steps, to pick a timeframe when nobody is lurking around the halls. The first (and probably last) time you were glad those who have hurt you gave you a skill, besides the ability to harness cursed energy of course. They made you stealthy, alert, observant.

And when Geto left you to cater to his followers, you decided to put your plan into action.

Your body is strung tight with the tension of waiting, agitation making you feel as if you were unraveling at the seams - but something deep inside of your mind pleaded for you to stay. Agony and anxiety were plaguing you until you’ve found enough courage to get up and sneak out. Now, you had the chance to show off everything you’ve learned: sliding the doors shut so slowly that they don’t make a noise, walking down the corridors with socked feet, carefully putting the middle parts of your feet on the floor, instead of your heels, easily avoiding those parts that creak.

Sometimes, when he was immersed in his thoughts, he was amused by how faint your steps sounded.

An involuntary instinct warns you. It’s trying to convince you that he can see you through the eyes of bodhisattvas residing in the thangka paintings decorating the walls. You almost give up your quest as you glance at the depiction of Vajrabhairava. In all its anger, with its six faces and twelve limbs. A dreadful beast that defies death itself.

You don’t want to do this to him, do you?

You look away from the painting, focusing on getting your shoes on and climbing out through the window. As you’re squatting on the windowpane, you can see all of Tokyo stretched out beneath you. You’re a little bit annoyed that all temples are built on a mountain. A long way to go, but you can never know when this place will turn into a funeral pyre.

It’s a little bit too easy. There’s no sign of surveillance curses nearby, you only need to slide down on the wet tiles, jump up high, land in the mud and let yourself be swallowed by the darkness of the forest. You specifically picked your least conspicuous clothes to blend into your surroundings perfectly. And the cold and murky night will let you go safely. The leaves will conceal your tracks.

So many things are working in your favor tonight.

You know there’s no need to rush. You can only draw attention to yourself if you are running around, creating noise and disturbing the wildlife. You don’t even use a flashlight, you have to get used to the darkness, the full Moon will guide you with all her dazzling light. And after that, Tokyo will do the same, with its crowded streets and all its places to hide.

There’s a weird kind of tranquility in your heart. How the cold prickles your skin, the moisture in the air, the faint noise of the creatures dwelling under the leaves, up in the trees, singing, chirping, crawling. The scent of wet soil, the gentle caress of the wind…

Now, you feel free.

As you walk deeper and deeper into the woods, you feel lighter, you feel like you could fly away, like you could dance all the way towards your destination. You’re thinking about actually doing that, as if you got possessed by a strange spirit…

But the uneven, slippery ground makes you fall right into the mud. You squirmed a little, trying to get hold of a tree trunk and then…

Silence, dead silence.

Your heart sinks deep in your chest.

You know what it means. When nature falls silent. There’s…

There’s a threat nearby.

A primal instinct tells you to run.

There’s no way, there’s no fucking way that he already noticed you were gone.

Twigs whip at your skin as you’re running mindlessly. Wherever you end up, it will be fine, as long as you can enter the outskirts of the city. The cold night air stings your throat, your heaving breath leaves your mouth in puffy clouds. You feel the urge to cough, deep from your bone-dry lungs.

The ground beneath you turns soft and steep. You lose your poise, stumbling and rolling all the way down until you fall from a high clod of rain-washed soil. Your body collides with a cold, wet, yet incredibly hard and flat surface, fraying the skin on your palm and face. Your back and shoulders will be bruised by tomorrow, painting your body with black and blue spots. The pain ripples through your entire being, paralyzing you for a couple of moments.

As you slowly gathered your battered self from the ground with a grunt, you realize you landed on a road. It’s a good sign, you’re not so far from civilization. But instead of following the road, cutting through the forest is the wiser decision.

Your relief is short-lived, just like a may fly.

A sinister feeling takes hold on you. It makes you freeze, squeezing your insides. Like you’re sitting in the jaw of an eldritch beast. You slowly turn back to the direction of your fall.

The lights are flickering.

You grab on the guardrail for dear life. You try to fill your lungs with shaky breaths, your heart desperately beating against your ribcage. Your trembling knees barely keep you upright, yet nothing can make you move. You have been found, you’re defeated, there’s no point in running away from him. The injuries, the already forming bruises will only deplete your strength.

How could you fight him? You’re aware that if he wanted to, he could break your bones and twist your body at the joints with an arm behind his back.

How could you outrun him? He’s capable of summonning a swarm of curses before you even take a step.

How could you make war with him?

Three of the lamp lights were already out, you stared into the darkness, the boundless abyss right before your eyes. You can’t even force yourself to blink.

And when the lights came back on, he was just standing there. Without breaking a sweat. Your pulse feels non-existent.

What infuriated you even more was that he wasn’t wearing his gojo-kesa. The motherfucker even gave you a head start by changing into something comfortable before he came to fetch you. Or simply he noticed your absence later than you expected.

Whatever, both is bad news for you.

He doesn’t utter a single word, he merely walks towards you. Slowly cornering you. Feasting on the terror on your face. Meanwhile you can’t unravel what could possibly be going on in his mind. The only thing you notice is that those violet sparks in his eyes are so sharp they could cut yours out of their sockets.

Should you give up? Should you beg for forgiveness?

But then, an idea blooms inside your mind.

You don’t hide your fear, you let your body tremble freely, fingers desperately clinging onto the metal, with your shoulders hunched to protect your neck and your wide, frightened eyes stare back at him. Letting him believe that you won’t fight back. That he can take you back to the temple and throw you back into your cage.

And when his foot hits the bisector, you jump. Right into the nothingness behind your back.

You fall on leaves and broken twigs again. You roll and roll with such speed you can’t comprehend the growing distance. Not even having an idea of how far you’re from him. Small rocks, branches, hardened roots of trees, bones all cut, scratch and pierce you. But you endure it, you’ll undergo any torture if it meant you’ll be freed. Your only hope is that the adrenaline will deal with the pain.

Suddenly, you violently crash into a tree, the ridged texture imprints deeply into your stomach. Acid bursts from your throat. Your diaphragm didn’t avoid the hit either, breathing is not unlike Sisyphean task as you try to get your shaking limbs to stand. Your mind is disturbed by the lack of air and your desperate attempts at getting yourself together. You’re wheezing like a dog. You must look pathetic, you think.

It takes almost all of your mental strength to calm down and slowly breathe through your nose, your lungs finally opening. But Geto won’t let you recover, you hear the fallen leaves getting crushed under his feet. You take a few sharp, ragged breaths, like it’s the last drag of a cigarette before the train comes and then, you move.

You hide behind a thick pine tree, palms covering your mouth and nose. The lack of oxygen is just another frustrating hindrance to your successful escape plan. Dizziness fills your head like a thick fog and sucks the strength out of your shins, needing to lean against the trunk to keep yourself standing. You try to conceal your cursed energy with all your might. A tracker who’s untraceable is a useful pawn in the hands of the higher ups, this skill made you a cherished student back in the day. Back when everything was so… no, it’s only the nostalgia making you wistful, it wasn’t any better.

The rustling gets quieter, you wait until the sound eventually dies. An almost muted sigh of relief leaves your lips in a thick cloud, dancing in the cold air.

From the corner of your eye, a floating form cuts through the pale moonlight.

Looking closely at its shape, you realize what kind of curse it is. The beetle looking one that attacks instantly once it senses movement. You can’t believe it, you’re going to -

The curse drags itself into your aura, scanning your form that is fused with the pine. Every muscle is tensed, you’re stiff as a board, you suppress every reflex in your eye and empty chest. You’re just like a statue, a corpse, showing no signs of life. Only an agonizing scream echoes inside your skull. A scream that puts mental breakdowns to shame.

It’s like an eternity until the curse finally disappears from your sight.

You definitely look exhausted, your body is limp and heavy like lead. But you must keep going at all costs, even if you have no idea how many curses are sent after you. You walk around the mountain instead of going down like he’d expect it.

Slowly yet surely, you calm yourself down. You know that you’re still in his grasp, but you still have a chance to outsmart him. You go deeper and deeper, you’re near the heart of the forest now. The moonlight barely crawls through the leaves, it’s easier to navigate according to what you hear rather than to what you see. The surroundings are growing eerie, you ache for light and warmth. And the longing sucks a bit of spirit out of you.

Before you can start questioning yourself, the sound of running water fills your ears.

A narrow, yet fast running stream plowed through the forest. Though you were unsure of staying close to the stream, going through it and getting to the other side sounds like a smart idea. As you take a reluctant step, you realize the water is ice cold. And when you dive into it further, enduring the strong current, it’s not as shallow as you believed. You’re submerged all the way up to your thighs. At its deepest point, the stream hugs your waist. The cold makes your movements slow and rigid, your teeth clang together in a frenzy. The bottom is filled with smooth, flat pebbles, they make it easy to - 

You slip on the rounded, polished stones and fall into the stream. The freezing temperature makes your skin shrink, it prickles you like a thousand needles. Scared, you crawl around the bottom, trying to get a hold of something and emerge back to the surface. A sharp, burning pain wakes in your palm, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to swallow your scream, but it wants to burst from your lungs, you grunt and whimper until you can bite down on your sweatshirt, letting the material muffle your shout. Your gaze fixates on your hand and even in the darkness of the night, you see blood oozing from the deep cut, from your own torn flesh. The urge to retch is strong.

You palm is plunged back into the cool water, in hope of easing the pain.

He calls out your name right behind you.

You crawl out of the water, running from him, just as before. It doesn't matter how many times you trip, fall, stumble. It doesn’t matter how your fresh wounds end up in the mud, you don’t have it in you care about the pain or the looming threat of an infection. You hear him trying to reason with you. You must come back home, you’re injured, you’re bleeding. He must take care of you.

Why are you running? Where could you go? Who’s going to help you recover?

No, you mustn’t let your determination crumble. But oh… it sounds so easy. Giving in to your hopelessness.

An evergreen bush becomes your shelter to collect yourself and check on your wound, which is aching from all the dirt and is still bleeding. Water is dripping from your hair, your clothes are soaked, makes it easier for the cold night air to bite into you, to shake the whole length of your body. Your fingers are hardly moving and have no strength in them. The adrenaline is starting to wear off. You feel alone, small, and vulnerable. You’re freezing, scarred and aching. All the things you see in the dark twist into creepy, threatening forms. Everything that surrounds you is suddenly dangerous. As a lonely spider crawls within your field of vision, you flinch. The world around you is evil and everything is after your flesh.

And the only person who can save you is the one you’re running away from.

What are you going to do now? Fight, flight, or freeze? Which instinct is going to win this time? Because comprehensible thoughts won’t work on you. Every little layer of a fully-fledged human with a conscience has been stripped from you. You left them scattered everywhere in the woods. You’re nothing more than a primordial shell of a being.

Ceremonial horns wake in the distance, soon followed by howling. They let the dogs out to hunt you down. Poor, little hare. Your own stupidity has woken up the beast.

Who is like unto the beast?

You defeat the paralyzing dread and decide on flight. You dash out from the bushes, but - Oh… your eye. Your soft doe eye. There’s something in it. And your tears have an oddly metallic taste on your tongue.

And power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.

You wish you could see yourself from the outside, but you’re probably nowhere near as majestic as you think you are. Right now you feel like you’re the fastest, stealthiest creature who’s ever lived, even if your muscles are almost torn, weak, and tensed. This is the last crumb of your strength, this is your all.

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him.

You don’t dare to look back. You know he’s there. He’s so close, he’s orbiting around you like a moon does with its planet. As if all of this is a dance. A hunt is a dance with a coital rhythm. And mother nature is the audience to your deadly waltz.

And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.

He takes your hand in his. Gentle and kind. To not scare you any further. You snap like an electric current under his touch, but you break free and zigzag between the trees.

He grabs your waist. Forcefully. It scares you this time. You escape from his embrace before he can swallow you whole. But he might have bit your throat during the process, you feel something trailing down your collarbones. You hear your bones crack.

It was all a mistake. You are a mistake. But mistakes can be forgiven, right? He has forgiven you so many times, you can’t even think of a number.

You slide down on a slope, leaves stick to your clothes, and you drop onto a thick trunk of a fallen oak. Tensive pain ripples in your side. You should stand up and run, but you can’t move. You won’t move. What’s wrong with you? What kind of prey gives the fight up before its last breath? But you think about your frozen limbs, the pain in your palm, your back, your shoulder blades, everywhere. You think about home… you want to go home or be left here to die. But the thought of dying here, alone, makes your heart palpitate rapidly, like there’s not enough air to fill your lungs. Your breathing becomes desperate, panicked even. Your chest hurts, your ribcage is ready to break apart by your racing heartbeat. You press your palms against your head, clawing into your hair. Every little morsel of you is bursting into a tremor. The connection between your mind, your body and the world cease to exist. And that lovely, unlimited stretch of space inside your consciousness is shaken, it’s in utter chaos. Breaking into tiny little pieces, like glass, like porcelain. Tears and plucks like paper and fabric. Shrieks and wails, rejecting the only thing that makes all creatures on this plane of existence agitated over their own mortality.

You’re doomed.

Unconsciously, your limbs curl into the very same position you took when you saw the world for the first time, protecting your belly and face, making you seem small. Geto knows you only do that when you fear what might happen to you, despite being unaware of the kind of terror your brain had subjected you to. That’s why he approaches you slowly, making no sudden movements as he picks you up gently, like one would lift a porcelain figure from the ground. When you open your eyes, he had already settled you into his lap as the manta ray curse lifts the two of you up to mount the skies.

You have no idea if he hunted you down or saved you from your own demise.

What a defiant, ungrateful creature you are, you think. You tried so viciously to run away from your burden, and now you feel safe with him again, you dare clinging to him, you dare seek his warmth. The contradicting thoughts and desires torture you on the way back. There’s only one faint voice inside your head that’s capable of calming you down, able to keep your sanity intact…

You’re the lost sheep, and he’s the shepherd who searched all over the world to find you. And he’ll bring you back to the flock, and he’ll love you more than the rest of them.

Your false god. Your fallacious savior. Will he forgive you if you repent on your knees? Until they get bloody and bruised?

Back at the temple, he refuses to let you take even a step on your own. You weren’t born to run, to soil your soles with the ground that filthy monkeys walk on. You’re meant to be worshipped, to claim the whole world as yours beneath dainty, soft feet.

The warm lamplight and the comfort of your shared room helps you unwind. To shift back into a much more civilized, humanlike state. And as you practically glue yourself to the heater, you notice more dirt, more cuts, more blood marring your flesh than you expected.

When you take off your grimy sweatshirt, shoes, and socks, Geto is towering over you. There’s nothing imposing about him, he looks rather troubled as he sighs.

“What do I do with you?”

You roll your eyes. Oh, the good old rhetorical question. He has no idea if he should treat your wounds first, bathe you or break your leg just like the Gospel says.

“Come, let me take a look at your hand.”

You see your reflection in the mirror, and you’re horrified. Your right eye is bloodshot, a deep cut is splitting through your lower lip. You’re drenched in mud, already dried on your face along with some patches of wine dark blood. Together they seal the scraped skin on your cheek, makes your hair stick together into thick strands, accessorized with pine leaves and other remains from your little hike. You’re blistered and torn, you can barely recognize yourself.

It's pleasant to rinse your hands with warm water at the sink, but the sight makes your stomach twist. That nasty wound is too deep, it has to be sewn shut. A shiver races down on your spine when you see the first aid kit. He soaks a fresh gauze pad with wound solution and guides it towards the gaping cut with a pair of tweezers. The sting is horrible, the burning sensation rivals acid being poured straight into your flesh, it makes you grunt and hiss. He gives you a moment to breathe and collect yourself then he continues, despite your whimpers and twitching, tensed fingers. But the pain pales in comparison to when he swipes a new, clean pad inside your wound, cleaning it of all the filth. A pathetic cry erupts from your throat.

“Stop.” you sob, pulling your hand away to hug it close to your chest. You’re too distressed to realize that the temporary discomfort is necessary. But maybe this whole act is nothing but another one of his silly little games.

He places a finger under your eye, close to your lashes and collects your tears. The sight of you crying is somehow not worth of savoring to him. Before any little drop of your sorrow and regret can roll down your cheek like diamonds, he smears them, as if they could make your misery vanish. Well, they can’t. It frustrates you that you can’t let your feelings manifest because he’s ready to devour them just like his curses.

He doesn’t care that your face is caked in dirt, blood and tears, he lifts your chin up to kiss you. Deeply. You’re not reprimanded for not kissing him back.

You were right, he’s definitely toying with you. He makes it hurt before he soothes the ache. He creates a connection in your mind. Like you’re the dog of Pavlov, slowly conditioned to associate him with anything that makes the human heart fill with delight.

The tiles attract your attention much more than watching how the curved needle dives into your skin, how the thread closes the wound proficiently. Your features soften for a moment. Shoko would be so proud of him... Not for the reason he got so good at it though. He learnt to treat his wounds for the sole purpose of not letting a non-sorcerer doctor ever touch him.

He’s crazy. Vile. Petty. And delusional. It drives you crazy too.

But when your stitched hand is wrapped up in bandages, you seriously think about thanking him for putting up with you. For not being angry at you.

“Maybe this will make you reconsider your actions next time.” he remarks in a flat tone, concealing what’s going on in his mind.

You keep your gratitude to yourself.

But it’s not an easy task when he continues spoiling you, with so much care that it rivals motherly love. How he rinses all the grime out of your hair, how he gives you a moment of peace in a tub filled with plain, warm water, no bubbles or scented oils to irritate your scarred, sensitive skin. He dries you, brushes your hair and fills the whole bedroom with the calming notes of lavender and cedarwood coming from the incense burners. But he’s just so fixated on your injuries… every scratch, every surface level cut is thoroughly sanitized. It’s still humiliating, even when you’re the one sitting comfortably on the bed and he’s kneeling on the floor.

You’re afraid the extra pampering will twist your reasoning and resolve. That’s all part of the mind games he plays. You know he’ll go out on his way to prove that the world outside is cruel, that this is the only place where you’re safe, loved. In his proximity, under his hand.

And somewhere, deep down, you admit that he’s close to convincing you.

It makes you mad, you want to tear him to shreds, you want to weep for him just like Mary did under the cross. There’s still care, there’s still love under all those layers of burning hatred. What remains is twisted though, but it is there.

After you’re patched up, he glances up at you, thumb brushing your lip right next to that nasty cut. His other hand is resting where your thigh and knee meet. It’s a sign, a warning.

“Was it worth it, little lamb?” his tone is soothing and playful. So close to being outright mockery.

You reflect in silence, averting your gaze from him. All those scars and discolored skin, your disturbed mind, and the ache in your bones - you realize that your stupid little plan was futile. Totally unnecessary, it’s no achievement you can be proud of. At least if you’re not as masochistic as to pride yourself on your injuries. But the fact that he can recognize the parallels coats your answer with bile.

“No.”

Because you know that you can be so much more… There’re unlimited possibilities to a repented non-believer. And now you know that being his doubting Thomas has no benefits.

Maybe you did lose your faith in him, like the lamb in that story, to eventually realize how much you need him and vice versa. But you’re not satisfied with being a lost sheep. You just haven’t decided on your role in his Gospel yet. This is your call, you don’t know exactly which part of him calls out to you, but you’re satisfied with either of them. Whether it’s a prophet, a messiah, a beast, or the devil itself. The fallen Morningstar who used to be the favorite.

This can be your true Genesis.

“Go on, break my leg if you want to. There’s meaning in that, at least.” you dare echo his last words to Gojo, clean and low.

And your bones remain whole.

You’re relieved. Though you’re sick of his maneuvers with your mind, you’re aware their purpose is not to hurt you or punish you. These aching limbs of yours go limp as he crawls into bed next to you. The arm you were scared of coils around your waist. Viciously tight, much like a snake. The snake that corrupted Eve in the garden. The one that made her sin, got her cast out of paradise, the one that turned her whole world upside down. And maybe Eve did fall in love with the serpent, the worst creature that God had ever created. But even though he caused the fall of mankind, the serpent freed you from the clutches of a jealous, ungrateful god who denied knowledge from his own creations. Now you have the passion to rebel, to prove your creator wrong, to avenge his mistreatment. Give in to the temptation of your snake, believe his honeyed words, accept the fruit for a second time. Because you still remember the taste, oh so sweet and luscious. And with all the power he wields, you can win back your lost Eden or re-build it on earth, the home you’re both yearning for. It’s a promise between the two of you, silent, because words are not needed, only closure.

Something warm blooms inside your chest. Yes, that’s it! You can finally feel it now…

The very first ounce of belief.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #idk why but geto is very downward spiral coded to me #fun fact the title is another song by nin lmao #and i dont delibaretely write him as a yandere but somehow i finish a fic and reread an then... whoops he's yandere #geto suguru x reader #meesa writes

[slafkovskys]

surprise pregnancy with nico, he’s so sweet that i feel like he would just be over the moon, even if him and reader are only dating or whatever that’s girl dad nico to u

“so,” his voice is slow, drawn out, “what are your plans for tonight?”

“oh, you mean if i don’t end up finding out that i’m someone’s mother in the next three minutes?” you stare at the wine glass that was filled to the brim on your bathroom counter, beside it three tests. you sighed, “i’ve got lisa on standby. if i’m feeling better and these are negative, we hopefully will be celebrating freedom in a bar.”

“and if they’re positive?” you watch as his eyebrow quirks in the dim light of the hotel lamp.

“what about you, ni? what are your plans tonight- or, it’s still yesterday for you, isn’t it?” while it was seven am in bern, it was still the night before in north carolina, where nico was lodged for the night.

“well, whether or not if i find out that im going to be someone’s father,” his tone is teasing and you’re thankful that he didn’t mention the careful avoidance of his previous question, “i have a hockey game to play.”

“i forget you do that sometimes,” you send a teasing grin his way and he rolls his eyes. you’re about to say something else when the timer you had set goes off. something twists in your abdomen and suddenly the feeling of dread feels your chest. you let your eyes drift from one test to another, all reading the same answer, “fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!”

you bend down, resting your elbows on the counter and burying your head in your hands. you can hear nico shuffling around from your phone, but he doesn’t say anything. there were so many thoughts going through your head, so many emotions, so many questions. you weren’t sure how long it was before you can make yourself look at him.

“we always talked about a future together, y/n,” his tone is gentle when he speaks for the first time, breaking the silence that you had created.

“yeah, when we were in our thirties and if we hadn’t found anyone else by then. not when we’re 25 and living on opposite sides of the globe, nico,” it had always been a thing of convenience between you and him. ever since your school days and even as you both moved into adulthood, you always found your way back to the ‘no strings attached, but still best friends’ deal that you had worked out. and now you were staring at four positive pregnancy tests after he had barely been back in jersey for a month. you pick up the wine glass and you watch his face shift to one of alarm, “i’m not stupid, nico. i just want to smell it.”

“okay?” he watches as you take a deep inhale of the red liquid you had been so excited to drink after the tests came up negative. the bouts of nausea and fatigue that you had been experiencing for the past couple of weeks were just a bug and not at all related to the night you and nico shared before he left. hell, it could’ve been the morning that he left for the airport, too, now that you really think about it. “y/n-”

“i need you to be straight with me, nico,” you set the glass down and stare at your phone, “do you want a baby? don’t bullshit me.”

“with you? yes. no bullshit,” and you’ve known him long enough to know that he wasn’t lying when he spoke. “if i had to have a surprise baby with anyone else, i’d want it to be you.”

“oh, you’re so sweet,” you make a face, “this isn’t a joke. this is a life, this my life too-”

“i know that,” he insists, “but i don’t want to wait until thirty to have my shot with you. this isn’t conventional or ideal, but maybe this is how it was supposed to happen for us. it’s not like we’re strangers, we’ve known each other since we were kids-”

“please don’t tell me that you’re in love with me right now. i’m already feeling a lot of things,” you hold up a hand and he stops, “you’re thousands of miles away from me. how would this work?”

“come to jersey,” he says it so simply with no hesitation, “leave bern and come be with me in jersey. i don’t have a plan before you ask, but we can figure all of that shit out later. just- just get here.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, “we’re gonna be parents.”

the biggest smile you’d ever seen him adorn graces his face, “yeah, we’re going to be parents.”

send in things for combo weekend ✨

#nico hischier #combo weekend

[libbee]

Astro observations (October 2022: part 2)

Different people in one family deal with emotions differently. They should have expectations depending upon their own nature and emotional sensitivity. As an example, my mother is 1st house Libra stellium with sun while I am 7th house Taurus sun with 8th house moon and venus. This combination makes me deeply emotional, dependent and not assertive/center of attention. I can sit with one conflict for months while my mother doesn't like conflicts and runs from them.

Sun in 1st house mom + sun in 7th house daughter. What would you guys think about this? Engulfment, identity merger and dependency issues arise in daughter. Daughter needs to develop her own self esteem and confidence. Spend sometime away from mom ideally to become emotionally independent.

Saturn in 5th house makes childhood household restrictive, controlling and strict. Parents didn't like to give freedom of choice and agency to child. Parents acting like they know what's right for child and imposing their decisions on child. Parents can also be interfering in child's life a lot. Many times, they do it unconsciously out of paranoia or insecurity. They don't seem to realize the impact it has on their child.

Sun in 1st house mommy can actually belittle her children a lot. She is competitive, wants to be the center of attention and seen as the best. She can be demotivating towards children and thinking of them as incapable or stupid of doing things. It is all her own perfectionist tendency and self sabotage projected outwards towards children.

Moon in 8th house = emotional distance from mommy in adulthood. This is a hallmark of natives who take a hard decision to emotionally distant themselves from mommy for their own mental sanity. Their mommy and themselves are just on different emotional levels. They can look after their mommy financially and socially but not mentally and emotionally.

Water sign dominant natives can hide their emotions very well, don't show their emotional side to others, outwardly appear indifferent but emotional turmoil within, though they can show anger outbursts especially when immature.

Immature and mature planet and sign energies really makes difference. With age and experience, some people change their ways while others do not. With maturity, they make better life choices that help in productivity, material fulfillment and personality development. With immature tendencies, they make choices that lead to character weakness, abusive behavior and stagnant in material life.

Venus in 2nd house men notice feminine things on women. They like to see the colours, styles of their accessories, clothing, hair, how they dress themselves up. Conversely, women with 2nd house venus also like to dress up well and take care of beauty. These natives like to buy quality products over cheap ones. They invest in products that are good quality and sophisticated.

Mercury in 12th house makes a native who likes to study alone. Anything related to school, studies and thinking, they do it alone away from public life.

Natives with 1st house planets are shaped by their ascendant. They can show the qualities and characteristics of their first house planets. They are the ones to have distinguishing personality traits and visible in public eye. While natives with empty 1st house dont show any dominant personality. Of course they do have a personality but in public eye they are not visible for those qualities.

7th house placements especially sun are easily influenced by their environment, the people they are surrounded by and the people they befriend or talk to. They have a tendency to mimic the person they talk to. Since they project themselves in others a lot, their life gets difficult trying to adjust their projection whenever they meet a new person.

Venus in 10th house career wise can be dealing with money, banking, real estate, land related banks and field work. I have seen a native working in land bank and also doing land business with Venus in 10th house.

Mercury in 7th house natives attract really talkative partner, writer, author, friendly, energetic spouse with a lot of ideas and communicative habits. These natives can be lawyer or hold a law degree while working in other job.

Sun in 1st house native makes you know they are in the house. Their energy is that powerful. They are attention seeking and act like they are the best thing in the world. It feels like their energy fills the room they enter. Their energy can be really overwhelming for someone who is laid back and peace seeking though.

Air signs natives have a tendency to break things off and change friends quickly. But when the mature, they learn to treasure the relationships and friendships they make. Learn to make long term friendships and not jump from one person to another. Resist the urge to run from people.

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[read-by-marie]

PAC: "What does June have in store?"

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🧡 PICK A CARD [LEFT (1) → RIGHT (3)]

PILE 1 -

Hi, Pile 1! Let's get started, ok? A part of your life needs some serious TLC.

There's something new in your life that demands your attention. You might not even be aware of it yet. This could be an old flame that needs a bit of rekindling or a new "love" that's seemingly fallen from the Heavens. It's not necessarily romantic, though.

Look at what's happening in your life: what's new? What's been neglected? What might you have missed in the last couple of weeks?

You'll instantly feel more complete and fulfilled once you find that special thing and give it the attention it needs. It could be a person, an old passion, a job, or a relationship: if you've been hesitating, this is your sign to kick things into gear. Go for it. Pour your love and attention into this one single thing.

The last couple of months have been testing you; this month will be your last test before you catch a break. You've been able to stand tall after countless trials and tribulations: the fight is almost over. Use that newly (re)lit flame in your life to guide you through your last battle. It's almost time for you to reap the fruits of your labor.

💬 Shadow Message: What you see is not all that's there. It will never be enough if you look for emotional and spiritual satisfaction in your material things; those things will never quite scratch your itch. Your skills, cleverness, and interests are your greatest weapons, aides, and guides.

🧡🧡 Message from Marie: There's an opportunity in your life (romantic, platonic, financial, etc.) that needs your attention. Reevaluate what's happening around you, and don't be afraid to jump in.

Keywords: 11th House: Ideals, Groups, Friends, Dreams

PILE 2 -

It's great to see you, Pile 2! Are you ready?

Life has been pretty hectic for you recently. There have been so many moving parts; you might feel burnt out, overwhelmed, or even a little hopeless. Amongst all the chaos of life, people have been abusing your kindness and overstepping their authority.

It's time you reevaluate, set firm boundaries, and cut off those who don't have your best interest in mind.

Never forget that you are capable of amazing things. No one likes making tough decisions- cutting off people, abandoning a project, etc.- but you are powerful enough to do all that and more. In the short term, things will be rough. But before you know it, you'll be able to reflect on your choices and be proud of yourself and your achievements.

You deserve and are worthy of the finer things in life. Don't let people disrespect your authority and autonomy. And most importantly, treat yourself with the respect and dignity you expect from others. Don't accept bullshit from anyone, and happiness will soon follow.

💬 Shadow Message: Be honest with yourself. Don't try to talk yourself into feelings you think you should have, or onto a path that others find more socially acceptable. If your philosophy clashes with your honest feelings then your philosophy needs to evolve. If your lifestyle is not in line with your philosophy then one or both need to change. It's ok to let go of the things that hold you back. You're a unique individual in the best possible way.

🧡🧡 Message from Marie: People have been taking advantage of your kindness. It's time to set some boundaries and stand up for yourself. You need to be more honest. It's not selfish to prioritize yourself and your (physical, mental, and/or spiritual) well-being.

Keywords: 6th House: Work & Service

PILE 3 -

I hope you didn't do a lot of scrolling to get here. Let's get started, Pile 3!

Tensions are finally dying down. You might've been dealing with rocky relationships, an overwhelming workload, or an unusual amount of stressors in your everyday life. You've officially made it to the other side; that era of high-tension chaos is behind you.

Embrace this time of calmness and momentary quietness. You can finally have a much needed conversation with yourself. It's likely the first in a long time.

It can be a bit scary to truly and deeply reflect on yourself. It's like facing the monsters that go 'bump' at night--you don't know what to expect. Feeling anxious and scared is entirely valid. Acknowledge those feelings and sit with them. What are you anxious about? What's making you feel scared? Consider that as your first conversation with your inner self.

You have a lot of feelings that have been dying to scream out. And now, you are strong enough to listen.

💬 Shadow Message: Think bigger. You have been hyper-fixated on something pretty insignificant in the big picture. It's time to widen your perspective. The things around you have significantly changed. It's ok to reflect on the past, but let those memories guide you forward rather than weigh you down. It's time you move onward to bigger and better things.

🧡🧡 Message from Marie: It's time to have a challenging discussion about the feelings you've been ignoring. You've made it out of the battlefield, and now it's time you check yourself for any wounds.

Keywords: 11th House: Ideals, Groups, Friends, Dreams

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[nivisdreaming]

Kinks And Cookies

Frustrated by the trials and tribulations of solo BDSM, Y/N comes to their dear friend Eddie Munson for support. Probably shouldn’t have chosen the best friend they’re also in love with for that role, but at least they’ve got cookies as a distraction from the heartache?

Eddie Munson x Sub!Reader

WC: ~800

Tags: Not smut but heavy kink themes, hurt/comfort turned love confession?, self indulgent af, drabble, gender neutral reader, 2nd person POV (you/yours and Y/N use)

Eddie cocks his eyebrow from where he lounges in a dining room chair, a lit joint hanging from his fingertips as he intently listens to your words. “Wait, so you’ve been doing solo play? As a sub?”

“Yeah, and it’s.. fine. Less than ideal for my style, but I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself. Porn and daydreaming works well enough. It’s good enough. For little while, anyway. But that’s not the issue,” you bite your lip and shuffle in your seat, “The problem is afterwards. Aftercare and that stuff. You know how I am with self care. It’s even worse when I’m…” Your words trail off.

“Fucked dumb?” He finishes for you, a smirk on his face as he clearly tries to suppress laughter.

“Eds! This is serious!” You huff and pull your knees up to your chest, burrowing your warm face and wide eyes away from him. “It’s gotten really bad sometimes, Eds, if I don’t do enough I end up dropping.” You take a shaky breath and try to wipe some of tears collecting on your lash-line on your pants. “That’s really scary alone, Eddie. I hate every second of it, and there’s nothing I can even do but wait it out when all I wanna do is feel good.”

A frown replaces Eddie’s teasing expression. He’s heard about subdrop plenty, helped a few playpartners through it once or twice. He’s even had to deal with topdrop himself after a particularly rough scene. He knows the emotions your trying to articulate. The anxiety that eats away at you, the shame and guilt that overshadows all else, the primal sadness and depression that you just can’t explain because there’s not always a reason beyond the physiological. He’s putting out the joint now, quick to move from his seat to squat next to you. A tentative hand reaches for your knee, and he begins to rub small circles over the soft fabric. “I’m sorry I laughed, Y/N.” He can hear your muffled sniffling from where your face is buried, and it’s really tugging on his heartstrings. “What can I do to help? What’d you want me for?”

“Just, hold me. For a few minutes. Til the bad feelings go away.” You feel Eddies arms move up to wrap around your torso, and you’re carefully shifted into his lap and pressed against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. His hand goes to caress your hair and a sob rips from your throat, stilling his breathing.

“Y/N. Maybe this is a bad time, but could I ask you something?” Eddie’s words come out tentatively. You nod from where you lay, not trusting your voice to hold steady. He mutters close to your ear, “Why don’t you have a dom? If being without one isn’t what you want, why be on your own?”

You feel your breath catch, and he worries you can feel how his heart skips a beat at your reply. “There’s… a guy. Who I want to be my dom, but I’m too scared to ask.” You take a heavy pause. “He barely even knows I exist in that capacity, but being with someone besides him would still feel wrong. I’m waiting to either get over him or work up the courage to ask him out. Both seem impossible.” Your words come out mumbled, but at least the talking is enough over a distraction to get you to stop crying.

Eddie is so glad your head is still buried in his chest. You always had such a way of reading him, like you could see his eyes and how they reflected the light and use it to know exactly how he felt. He didn’t want you seeing that moment the hope turned to jealousy turned to heartbreak. God, this had been a rollercoaster of a conversation, even by the weird standards you two had grown accustomed too.

You both sit in silence for awhile, enjoying each other’s embraces, terrified to be the first to move. It feels like centuries have passed by the time the alarm for the cookies you technically were here to bake in the first place sounds through the trailer, and you have to peel yourself from Eddie’s hold reluctantly. He stays on the floor, but you can feel his gaze on you even as you turn to pull the metal sheet from the oven.

“Whoever he is, tell him. You don’t… you don’t deserve to hurt, Y/N. Not like this.” His sightline doesn’t budge when you turn your head around to look at him. There’s some emotion dripping from everything about him, from the hunched way he sits, to the gruff tone of his voice, to the way he blinks a little too often, like he’s trying to clear something away. For once, you can’t quite determine what it is. It only spurs you on.

“It’s you, Eddie. For fucks sake, it’s always been you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #sub!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson drabble