#i don't want to share images of my face so you'll have to be content with off-brand edward cullen <3

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm, like, 1.7 years on testosterone, and I've been noticing slight croppings of facial hair. Of course, it's only a small amount, but these are the areas that have been affected:

I have been cursed to grow a goatee; the hair on my chin grows substantially longer than the mustache. I shaved it earlier, but I estimate there were six or seven hairs that were an inch or longer

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #transition timeline #i don't want to share images of my face so you'll have to be content with off-brand edward cullen <3 #be proud of kurtis (aka baby's first mustache) y'all #i only want a mustache though ngl. i think it would be funny #i love how much darker my facial hair is compared to my head hair - i've been called a ginger because of my head hair TOO many times #at this point being called a ginger is a microaggression /j #described images #image description in alt

[morallyinept]

HELLO & WELCOME TO THE PEDRO PASCAL FANDOM! 👋🏻

I'd just like to take a moment to say hello and a big welcome to all my recent followers & mutuals. How wonderful that you're here! So exciting!!

My name's Jett and I'm so happy that you're here in the Pedro fandom, and you're all so welcome here at my place too! 🖤

I'd also like to share with you some hints and tips on navigating this fandom and Tumblr.

Perhaps this is your first time in a fandom, or using a site like Tumblr, and I can appreciate how daunting it can feel. I've been there. Trust me. 🥴

But don't worry - I've got your back. We all have.

I hope you find it helpful, and if you have any questions, or just want to say hello back, please feel free to reach out. 🖤

Fandom is a different experience for everyone. You get out what you put in.

What do I mean by that?

Well, fandom is an inclusive place, for everyone to come together in mutual admiration and respect for, in this case, Pedro Pascal. It's a hub to share, create and get excited about content, and to make new friends.

It's NOT a place for divisiveness, hate or toxicity, although sadly it exists here in small pockets, as it does in any fandom. 😑

The best piece of advice I can give to you, is to be respectful.

Be respectful in the way you conduct yourself. Be respectful to your mutuals and followers, and to the blogs you follow. Be respectful to Pedro. As much as we all write fanfic about his characters (and some choose to write about him; that's their prerogative, although I personally don't), he is a human being, not a piece of meat.

It's perfectly fine to get excited, to fantasize and daydream, we all do it. We all get thirsty, let's face it. That Pedro fountain is flowing. 💦 But be mindful about blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.

Have fun, that's why you're here. I'm not your mom, but always remember to respect each other. (I'm fairly certain your mom would have told you that, however.)

If you are subject to any negativity or toxicity whilst here - and hopefully you never will be as the majority of us in this fandom are friendly, approachable and lovely, if but a bit excitable - but if you do experience it, the best thing to do is to ignore it.

Block, delete and move on. Don't feed into it or be a part of the problem.

If you have an ageless or empty blog, chances are you will be blocked.

Tumblr has a massive bot problem. 🤖 Specifically a porn bot problem.

It's easy for us to spot a fake blog or a bot that follows us. They usually have an empty bio, no icon, or their icon is an AI generated image of a scantily clad female. We all block them. 🚫

Most, if not all, writers in the Pedro fandom (and other fandoms too) write smut. We love it. And we know you do too, it's probably why you're here. But we are responsible writers, or try to be as responsible as we can be, by ensuring that no minors under the age of 18, to our knowledge, are reading our smutty fics.

So, if you have a blog that doesn't have your age on it, chances are you'll be blocked. We're protecting ourselves and we're protecting you.

Unfortunately, Tumblr is working against new users of the site in the fact that they now ask you to follow a few blogs BEFORE your profile bio is able to be set up or edited. I know, counterproductive right? So chances are you're getting blocked even before you start. 😖

I'd urge you to add your age onto your blog at the very least. It's okay to have an anonymous profile if you want to, but please, please tell us your age. Otherwise we will have no choice but to block you.

The RE-BLOG button is the only button you need.

Look at this:

The icon in green is the RE-BLOG button, the two arrows.

You'll find this at the bottom of every single blog post, including your own. Look at the difference in the numbers here. See how they differ from the RE-BLOG to the likes, the heart icon?

Yeeeeah. We don't want that disparity. We want that RE-BLOG icon to be the biggest number on our posts.

And here is where you can help with this:

PRESS THIS RE-BLOG BUTTON. DON'T STOP PRESSING THIS RE-BLOG BUTTON. LOVE THIS BUTTON. RE-BLOG EVERYTHING YOU LIKE!

Tumblr doesn't work like Instagram, Twitter/X or other social media platforms where 'likes' drive content to be seen. Here on Tumblr RE-BLOGGING is what gets our stories onto your home feed for you to see them and enjoy.

If you don't RE-BLOG, our posts get lost and have very little engagement, and that is why your favourite writers then stop writing and leave the site.

RE-BLOG, RE-BLOG, RE-BLOG everything you like and love. I cannot stress that enough.

Likes are nice, but they do absolutely nothing. Zilch. Nada. Bupkis.

Well, that's not technically true. Likes tell me that you've seen my post. That's it.

Annnnd what can I do with that info? Nothing. That's what.

RE-BLOGGING the post tells me however that you've enjoyed it, loved it even. That makes me very happy and inspires me to carry on writing fics that you'll (hopefully) enjoy.

Pressing the heart icon works like a bookmarking feature on Tumblr rather than a liking feature as you're probably used to from other social media sites. And the more things you like here, the more your older likes get pushed to the bottom of your epically long like list, to be forgotten about and will probably never see the light of day again.

Personally, I like to use the like button as a way of bookmarking something to come back to later and then I will RE-BLOG it once I've read it.

There is no limit to the amount of times you can RE-BLOG the same post, but you can only like it once. That should tell you that liking something here on Tumblr has no effect.

Tumblr is all about encouraging engagement through RE-BLOGS, the algorithm does nothing if you press the like button and move on.

By all means, give that heart icon a press, but please also RE-BLOG it at the same time. We will absolutely love you for it!

☝🏻And be mindful of going on a mass liking spree - Tumblr doesn't like that and neither do we. It's a quick way for you - and us - to get shadow-banned and Tumblr will think you're a bot. And being shadow-banned is incredibly annoying for everyone involved. Trust me. 😖

Talk to us. We love it!

We love getting positive/constructive feedback on our work. We love engaging or interacting with you. I certainly love receiving and responding to any comments, DM's or ASKS that I'm lucky enough to get.

But again, ensure you're respectful.

Tumblr has created an ASK feature where you can ask us a question, and you also have the option of asking us that question anonymously if you'd like.

If you do use the anonymous (anon) option on your ASK, be aware that we have the right to ignore or delete your ask if you're being a jerk. Don't be a jerk.

This feature is for someone to interact with us anonymously if they're shy. Not to be abused to send hate or negativity our way.

You'll find the ASK button on the main page of anyone's blog that has it activated, just below their bio.

And Tumblr has made it easy for us now to see if you're a mutual of ours, even if you're asking on anon FYI. So we can narrow it down to finding you if you do happen to be a jerk... just saying.

Be respectful in your comments, DM's, ASKS and RE-BLOGS.

Yes, you can leave comments on your RE-BLOGS too. Another reason for you to press that RE-BLOG button.

If you use something, always give credit to the source/creator where possible.

One way to garner enemies in any social media space is to use something that isn't yours, without crediting the source.

Now, it's impossible to physically ask everyone if you can use their content, however Tumblr makes this very easy for you to do that in most cases.

Yep, RE-BLOG IT.

RE-BLOGGING leaves a clear trail back to the original poster for everyone to see.

Now, if you use something without re-blogging, which you can absolutely do when you create your own blog posts from scratch, you should give credit to anything you use in your post that is not something you have originally created yourself.

Perhaps there is a GIF you like, for example. You can post it, but you should absolutely give credit by tagging the blogger/creator who created that GIF. (Tumblr also has their own selection of GIFS you can use FYI, and when you do they automatically add the original creator's tag at the bottom of it. Easy!)

And this should be respected if you use another's person's art or writing too.

Now, I could quite happily sit here and tell you all about copyright law, but we'd be here forever and frankly it's a boring topic and I'd rather you get out there and read all the awesome fics you're going to discover instead.

But, in a nutshell, any picture of Pedro you post, does not belong to you, no matter how many times you write your user name all over it.

Look, we all do it; we all like to make our edits, our banners, our covers look wizard, and I do it myself. But what we can't do is claim ownership or copyright to it.

Some people will try; they'll get pissy if you use something that they claim they found first or is "theirs" because they plastered their user name all over it... putting your username on something does absolutely nothing FYI.

☝🏻No-one can claim copyright or ownership to any image of Pedro, unless they physically took that photo themselves and can back it up with evidence should they be challenged legally.

My advice here is to always credit the source on anything you want to use, i.e. where you found it and tag or link back to the original content creator where possible.

If you're unsure where it originates from, you can still use it, but just make a note in your post somewhere about not knowing who it belongs to etc... so the original creator can advise you later.

Again, it just all boils down to being respectful.

And if you're ever not sure if you can, or should, use something, reach out to that creator on Tumblr and ask. They'll appreciate it, regardless if they give you permission or not.

Hoo, we sure covered a lot here...

I hope you've found this post useful at the very least. For a more extensive use of Tumblr you can easily use the search function, or via Google if there is a particular setting or something you need help with, or reach out and ask someone. This Pedro community is incredibly welcoming and helpful.

And if they're not, well you let me know and I'll send the Pedro Boys to sort them out. 🫡

If you enjoyed this, and did indeed find it useful, you know what to do:

RE-BLOG IT!

Now, get out there and have some fun exploring and reading!

Stay Kind. Stay Creamy. 🖤

🖤

GIF of Dieter Bravo from @miguelo-hara 🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #dieter bravo the bubble #welcome #hints & tips #jett has spoken

[dem0nic-darling]

Interesting Solution (Keigo x AFABReader) 18+

18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning- Unprotected sex, filmed sex, praise, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, squirting

Synopsis: After a video of you and Hawks having sex is leaked Keigo decides that the best way to respond is to make and post a video yourselves.

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You took a deep breath to calm your nerves as you checked your appearance in the mirror, admiring the way the lacy red lingerie hugged your curves so perfectly.

When Keigo had first proposed the idea to film and upload a porn video of the two of you, you had thought the stress from the scandal had finally gotten to him. The two of you had spent the past several days avoiding going out into public after someone had somehow gotten footage of the two of your having sex in his office and uploaded it to several porn sites. The Commission had gotten it taken down as soon as they learned about it, the problem was every time it was got taken down it would immediately be re-uploaded and the user who uploaded it was untraceable. It was certainly not the way you had wanted your relationship with Keigo to be made public.

The original video was leaked for the sole purpose of humiliating the both of you, so here you and Keigo were proving their failure by filming a video of your own. Despite Keigo's constant reassurance you were still a bit nervous about the repercussions, which led you to fighting against anxiety and insecurities in the bathroom.

"You doing ok in there, pretty bird?" Keigo asked through the door, with a small knock to announce he was coming in. He whistled at your appearance, admiring the way the lingerie complimented your body. "Damn you look sexy~" He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"You ready?" The look of hesitation the flashed across your face had him tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "We don't have to do this, you know?" His concern and tenderness allowed you to shake away your worries. "I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous is all." He raised his eyebrow. "You sure?" You gave him a soft smile and kissed his chin, the stubble tickling your lips. "I'm sure, besides I'd hate to be the one to ruin this cocky bastard image you've created for yourself." Keigo laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you over to your shared bed. "The world wouldn't be able to cope with such a tragedy." He cut off your laugh with a passionate kiss, pinning your body to the bed.

After a few minutes of the kiss, which left your lips bruised, Keigo finally pulled away to give the both of you a chance to breath. "You do realize we're not filming yet?" You teased, earning a smirk and quick peck from him. "I'll let you have that one for free since you dressed up all pretty for me." You rolled your eyes with a huff, your eyes trailing over every camera in the room. "It's just so we can get several different angles, though I'm sure you'll look sexy in every one of them." He said, ignoring your questioning gaze. "I think you're a little too prepared for someone who just came up with the idea yesterday." Keigo's feathers briefly flittered at your statement, something he instinctually did whenever he was nervous.

"Whatever, just turn the cameras on so we can fuck already." You whined, too horny to care about the details. "So needy" Keigo laughed, crawling over you and activating the camera's with a remote. Keigo immediately captured your lips in another passionate kiss, flipping the two of you over so you were the one on top.

Pushing your thong to the side he rubbed his fingers between your pussy lips. "Such a wet pussy, so ready to ride my dick~" Keigo delivered a light slap to ass, his cock twitching at the way the fat jiggled against the palm of his hand. "Take these off for me." He demanded, tugging at the thong and unclipping the bra. He watched with lust clouded eyes as you removed the lingerie, eagerly shoving down his boxers to release his throbbing cock as you did. "Fuck look at you sexy girl, ready for me to impale you on this thick cock?~" You responded with a shy nod only to receive a rough slap on your bare ass. "Answer me properly, do you want me to stuff that tight cunt?" You whimpered, biting back the embarrassment. "Please Hawks~ I need your cock so bad, please fill up my slutty pussy and pump it full with your cum~" Keigo groaned, pulling your hips to hover over his meaty raw cock. "That's it sexy girl, take this fat cock like the slut you are!" You shrieked as he forced you down onto his entire girthy shaft, filling you just like you had begged for. He grunted at the way your pussy swallowed his inches, the plush walls wrapping snugly around his sizable dick.

After taking a brief moment to let you adjust to considerable size Keigo started to buck into you with powerful and aggressive thrusts. "Fuck, I love this tight cunt, god it milks my cock perfectly-Oh fuck!" You began to bounce on his cock, meeting his harsh thrusts that hammered at your cervix and stimulated all the sweet spots that left you seeing stars.

Keigo began to massage your sensitive nub, hissing as you dragged your nails down his chest because of the unexpected extra stimulation. "God, baby bird, the way your pussy is devouring my cock is driving me insane-shit!" Your pussy fluttered around his cock, at the feeling of him lightly pinching your clit. "Haw... ah Hawwkkss...plea..pleaasseee ahh~" You were teetering on the edge of your climax, ecstasy just barely out of reach. "Does my slutty girl need to cum?" Keigo teased, pulling his thumb away from your swollen nub. Your eyes watered from the loss of the stimulation, desperate for release. "Don't cry baby bird, I'll give you what you need."

He used one of his feathers to stroke your clit, pulling and squeezing your perky nipples between his rough fingers. You tossed your head back at the sensation, your eyes rolling back into your skull as pleasure raked over your body. "That's it pretty bird squirt all over this cock~" Your body shuddered in ecstasy as your fluids coated Keigo's abs. "Oh fuck, that's it sexy...shit I'm gonna stuff this cunt so good~"

His harsh pace turned animalistic, rutting into you frantically, overtaken with the need to flood your tight pussy with his seed. In your fucked out state, still panting and recovering from orgasm, you grabbed onto his wings for purchase. Keigo let out a string of groans, tightly gripping onto your hips as he held you down on his twitching cock, the bulbous head pressing into your bruised and sore cervix while his strong grip prevented you from moving away. He nuzzled into you neck as he emptied his heavy load inside you, letting out a chirp of satisfaction at the way your greedy pussy swallowed his cum. "Shit pretty bird, take that cum...oh fuck that wombs just stuffed with my seed ain't she? Shiiittt!~" With one final shallow thrust he pulled his softening cock out of your sensitive pussy, stuffing the creamy cum the dribbled from it back in with his fingers.

Tired and cock drunk you collapsed on his chest, watching him fumble for the camera's remote through hooded eyes. He rubbed your back and captured your lips in a sloppy and passionate kiss.

After coming down from his high he walked over to the bathroom and filled the tub with water, pouring in some of your favorite bath salts. After the bath was ready he carried your sweaty and worn out body over to it and gently laid you inside with a kiss to your forehead and the back of your hand. "You relax pretty bird, I'll take care of the rest." You hummed in response, sinking into the warm water and inhaling the scent of the bath salts. Keigo smiled before returning to the bedroom and pulling out his computer.

By the time your had finished your bath and walked out wrapped in a fluffy towel he had already edited the video and uploaded it to several porn sites and was now replacing the sheets and blankets for the bed. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as thanks and slipped on a pair of panties, throwing one of Keigo's shirts over your head before joining him in the freshly made bed. "You enjoy your bath pretty bird?" You hummed, snuggling into his bare chest while he wrapped a muscled arm around your body. Thinking of a way to convince you to do more videos in the future.

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Dabi desperately fisted his cock to the video Hawks had uploaded titled 'Enjoy The Show Bastards. When he had leaked a video of you and Hawks fucking he had no idea this would be the outcome, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He may not have succeeded in humiliating you and Hawks, but at least he got some new fap material out of it. He was tempted to release another porn video of the two of you in hopes it would have the same erotic results.

#+18 content #fanfiction #no minors allowed #reader insert #smut #minors do not interact #bnha #mha #bnha hawks #hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks smut #keigo x reader

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

so. i would LOVE to hear or maybe read your thots on this pic:

OH MY.

So many thots.

Okay, so I'm working off the pretence that this is Aemond with his spouse and not his brother (sorry Aegond stannies, not a ship I sail on)

Aemond is really respectful of women, as we've seen from the series. He does not care to indulge in the activities within pleasure houses, clearly loves his sister and dotes on his mother. With this in mind, I don't think it's in Aemond's nature to be sexually aggressive. He adores his wife and when he's built up a strong foundation of trust and mutual respect he is open to being more playfully adventurous with her.

We're going to assume that this is where the relationship is at for this little drabble. NSFW. 18+ below the cut.

You huffed a restless sigh, listlessly ruffling the pages of the book in your lap. You'd lost interest in its contents ages ago, desperate for something else to occupy your time.

You glanced over to your husband, every bit the image of handsome Targaryen prince, as the crackling fire cast shadows across his sharp jaw and pert lips. His white hair shone like a halo in its light. He was still engrossed in the tome he held between his long fingers.

"A History of Dornish Lore"

You rolled your eyes. How boring. You couldn't muster the energy to ask about it.

"Aemond, I'm bored" you whined, your tone bordering on insolent brattiness.

"Mmm", he hummed, not looking up from his reading, "That's a shame."

You scowled, vexed that your beloved would scorn you so.

"Aemond, I want something to do!" You leaned forward, fingertips caressing his knee.

His violet eye flickered upwards to regard you briefly, before returning to the pages. "Perhaps Helaena is in need of some company?" he said offhandedly.

You didn't doubt it. Aegon barely gave her the time of day. She had only her handmaidens and the children for company. But it wasn't your sister in law's attention that you craved.

"I want your company, husband" you insisted, standing up and snatching the book from his grasp.

Aemond's head snapped up, but he stayed rooted in his seat. "Dovodedha riña", he chastised, but there was no real anger in his voice. You could tell from the playfulness of his smirk. Silly girl.

You held the book aloft, a soft giggle falling from your lips as your stared down at your husband. A silent challenge.

"Tepagon bona arlī," he commanded, "Iā kesā sagon vaoreznuni." Give that back, or you will be sorry.

"You'll have to catch me first!" You turned and ran from your shared apartments, you footfalls echoing along the flagstones as you heard Aemond move to pursue you.

"Iksan jāre naejot jiōragon ao" he taunted from behind you. I'm going to get you.

Your giggles became maniacal as you found your way into the empty Council chambers. As your eyes darted around the room, scoping out the best place to hide, you gasped as two strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you back into your husband's chest.

"Jiōraton ao." he whispered. Got you.

He spun you to face him, snatching the book from your grasp and depositing it on the nearest available surface. Aemond crowded your space, backing you up until the backs of your thighs met with the edge of the Council's meeting table.

Gently, but with enough force to ensure your body was pliant, Aemond pushed you to lay back.

You struggled against your husband, attempting to sit up. "Aemond, what are you..."

You shuddered as he placed a hand to your throat. Not applying any real pressure, more of a gesture to hold you in place and let you know that there was nowhere for you to go.

His other hand began hiking up your skirts. His deft fingers were quick to find your centre; wet, warm and ready for him.

Your back arched as he swiped his fingers through the wet folds. Mewling as his thumb began to circle the area where you needed attention most.

"Gūrogon nyke", he hissed, suddenly spearing you with his index and middle fingers, curling them upwards against the spongy spot inside of you. Take me.

Your mouth fell into a slack 'o' at the delicious drag and stretch. Each touch sending sparks of white hot electricity along your spine, until the familiar tautness in your lower belly began to build.

"Aemond...I..." you stuttered.

He gave you a knowing smirk, speeding up his ministrations, until finally you came apart with a cry, hands flying up to grab his biceps for support.

You panted heavily, finally becoming more lucid and with it the horrifying realisation of just how public what you'd engaged in was. Anyone could have caught you.

"Aemond, this was completely inappropriate!" you gaped up at him, still stuffed full of his fingers with his hand around your throat.

"Mmmm", he murmured. "And yet", he whispered, bending so that his lips grazed the shell of your ear, "You still came. Little slut."

Your cheeks were ablaze as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding them out for you to suck clean.

You complied obediently, expecting him to free himself from his trousers and enter you once you'd finished. You looked on in horror as instead he turned, grabbed his book and exited the Council chambers, leaving you alone to straighten yourself out.

"He'll pay for that later", you thought.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader

[sparkly-pansexsha]

Like my primo | Luffy [OPLA]

(mini drabble) ᥫ᭡

Luffy is a prankster, a little bit 18+ but its in a joking way, you'll see!

"Psst, bruises." You cracked an eye open and looked back at Luffy, his saucer wide eyes stared back at you in intrest as you hummed for him to state his reasoning for waking you up. He called you bruises because you could take a hit and get right back up during fights.

You just had a high pain tolerance and luffy clicked with you on such a down to earth level that he couldn't resist giving you a position on his crew.

You both were sharing a hammock since there weren't many rooms to be occupied alone and nothing seemed to bother you in your shared rest other than the fact that luffy snored, kicked, and sleep talked. But you could bare it, since you had a crush on him.

"I can't sleep"

"And how does that concern me?" Your low brown eyes stared into his as he nibbled on his lips. His gaze traveling to your own soft pair momentarily.

"Well, you're the reason?" He faintly smiled as you shifted to turn around, your ass brushing something hard. Despite his slender frame, luffy's hands gripped your hips to stay still.

"Luffy.." he shut his eyes in embarrassment and sighed, feeling your eyes burn on his lids.

"Are you fucking-"

"I couldn't control it! besides you just kept shifting and moving against me so it just?" He complained in a whisper, his accent coming through in a panic. You just closed your mouth and looked elsewhere, the strange thing is you weren't really uncomfortable.

After a long silence your body carefully turned around, trying avoid his erection as swiftly as possible.

"You know what you have to do." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your face in confusion.

"And that is...?" Your eyes widened until Luffy chuckled, "I'm kidding, I know what to do but, you want me to like– infront you?"

"No, just.. damnit." You got off the hammock and glanced at the tent in luffy's shorts instinctively, he caught you quickly. "Y/n." He teased with acussing tone, a smirk pushing up his lips and having his special scar ghost under his bottom lashes.

You twirled around and ignored the yearning feeling between your thighs when the mental image of him manspread over the hammock lingered in your mind.

"Go." You smacked the air behind you. His lit up irises started to lower in seriousness as his smirk still remained. Did you want to listen while he did, then and there luffy figured you out. His toungue swiped across his lip as you shifted from one foot to other.

"Can you help me?" You swallowed heavily.

"W-what?"

"Would you mind helping me?" You reluctantly turned your head to frown.

"You don't need my help?"

"Oh, but I do." He lowly rasped in croaky tone that you loved. "Luffy.. stop playing." A chuckle then released into the stale air, lighting the mood as you scoffed.

"You were fucking with me? Take it out- wait.. I meant-" Now the straw hat male laughed louder not caring for the rest of his crewmates that were most likely asleep, especially zoro.

"Shut up." You chuckled and got back on the hammock as luffy threw a plastic duckie out of his shorts. His laughter now dying down into a content sigh. His eyes were locked with yours the whole time, the moonlight accentuating his hueful pools of carob.

You fixed the straps of your top and saw him settle on his side, "You know what you remind me of bruises.." he started as your heart beat betrayed your nonchalant curiosity.

"What." Luffy smiled in the most charming way possible, his mouth hesitantly opening before closing to swallow like he changed his mind.

"you remind me of.. a primo I've known my whole life."

"Oh?"

"–yeah, night night!" he says enthusiastically before going back to sleep, his arm slinging over you at one point which leaves you awake for a few hours.

All you can think of being cousin-zoned and in this case, it's better than nothing. Even when the twinges of embarrassment are spiking in your system.

But little did you know, that was the closest luffy was gonna get to opening the vault of his large heart and admitting its strange feelings. He meant what he said but there was still a lot of things luffy left untouched on his plate that he hoped he would confess to you at the right time.

#monkey d. luffy #mini drabble #iñaki godoy #luffy x black fem reader #luffy x fem #luffy x black fem #opla luffy x black fem #opla luffy x fem

[oscconfessions]

To the anon who made the anti-ship ask, I agree with you on some level.. but also don't?

Now, I’ll give you credit. I do personally enjoy most wlw stuff from the osc. So I might have some baises here. I do get where you're coming from when it comes to shipping.

But at the same time, I think the reason you don't see that many anti shippers in the tumblr/twt community is because most antishippers in the osc (Who doesn't actually even use that title) are 10 year old boys on some big osc youtubers community tag.

And a lot of oscyt who do fall under the line of anti shippers are just very immature individual who are stuck in the echochamber known as the community tab of youtube who would most likely be as immature if they were shippers) but that still doesn't help out in the image

Basically most anti shippers in the osc don't actively want to critique and rant on ships like you do, most osc anti shippers don't really know how to even analyze the writing (Ex. "team that loses = bad writing")

TLDR: Anti-ship discoursein the osc, (FROM WHAT I KNOW) is very very stupid and usually very very petty

I do agree with you the more shippy sides of the osc are very allergic to non-ship dynamics, but

*Epic cowboy hat going down*

Look, I've been in the same situation as you, so many characters I like get stripped down to some basic garbage personality, tha lacks the nuance they have in canon. And then it’s all I see of them, I only see people portray them that one way and I can’t escape it. I feel it’s also shoved down my face.

But now, and this is where you might lose me, and where my take might become ass.

IF you want anti-ship osc content you need to make it yourself, even with all the haters.

I wanted more content that noticed the characters actual personality, so I started posting analises, I wanted to find people who shared my takes so I started looking around for people(THIS was actually way easier due to me making content, since those people KNEW my takes)

I'm sorry to say it, but people who like shipping all the characters together won't suddenly stop posting that content or posting more platonic content of osc characters because you don't like ships. Whilst it sucks that you feel like you have a place in the osc, a lot of the people came here wanting to ship stuff, a lot of people enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy antishipping

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY

If you want more platonic osc content, if you want MORE anti ship content you'll need to make it yourself, if you want to stop having ship content down your tags then block as many ships you know of. (Again I'll give you credit this ain't fool proof), Your confession is true I do agree with it. I know you might feel forced to ship things, but I’m telling you right now as a person who's been in a lot of /fandoms that are big on shipping, no one is forcing you. And I think you understand that. But forcing yourself to like shipping isn't good. But then again I can't really blame you (god this is way to long)

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, If you want to have a space for platonic osc dynamics THEN YOU CAN’T EXPECT PEOPLE WILL MAGICALLY KNOW YOU WANT THAT IF YOU DON’T TELL THEM. I’m sorry to say this (because I’ve done this before) But especially on the internet people don’t know what you want.

And looking at the response your ask got, THERE IS A AUDIENCE FOR IT. Even if it isn’t big, people do want to see that!

YOU KNOW WHAT! If you make a blog or whatever about divorces and platonic osc dynamics, I will be your number one supporter! KEEP ON DESTROYING RELATIONSHIPS, GO FOR IT! HAVE FUN!

- a certified yapper (PS TO any people who are really into shipping who would attack this person for having a blog about antishipping, your as bad as the oscyt 10 year olds)(I sorry if this is mean I'm going insane, have a lovely life etc))

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#confession #osc

[wegonbealright-09]

Hey,

Came across your blog on my feed, I hope you’ll find it within yourself to consume bts related content to see how much all the members care about each other.

I don’t really understand but I can empathize with solo stans, it feels like you’re fighting or campaigning for something that doesn’t really have any basis, you ( and many others ) have contributed to the us versus them mentality, I’m not sure how it is beneficial for either party.

Try to spread kindness when you can, assuming members are ‘jealous’ of another member’s achievements is odd to me, also comparing other groups is odd as well. They’re all in the same industry, there shouldn’t be any competition because as you mentioned everyone is gonna ‘get their bag’.

This kpop space is vast, achievements can be shared, celebrated, and achieved again and again. There is no shortage of love that you can spread. I’m not sure if you are solo stan because you like the community, believe in what you think, or you use it as a form to release your stress out on celebrities, but I hope you can find it within yourself to participate in fan culture in a positive way.

this is by no means hate, I hope you don’t take it that way. You can like one member in a group, it just doesn’t look right to put down the other members in it, now that is my opinion and you can take it as you will.

Hope you have a good day

- anon army

Ten points for your way of approaching this.

Okay so I was never a solo, I've only became a solo after Face if I'm dating it back correctly when jk released his concept photo that's when I stopped being an army and a shipper completely. I was an army for five years anon five years. I didn't just wake up and decided I'm gonna be a solo I'm done being an army no somethings happened and now we're here.

When I started this blog I was bit too negative and so I did what you said and watched BTS content with hopes of reviving something in me idk what but something. Truth is when you're a solo, it opens your eyes about alot of things. Armies are too naive you guys want to push this image of BTS that existed 5 years ago. You want to continue and live in this bubble and away from reality. Wake up and smell the coffee.

Yes namjoon was jealous of jimin getting that number one and yes he was insecure about the numbers that he pulled just like Hobi was about his which he said in his documentary. Yes yoongi is mean to jimin yes he gives jimin backhanded compliments and yes yoongi sometimes says things that may seem like he downplays jimin and makes him feel insecure yes yoongi has body shamed jimin times more than once, it's not a joke if only one of us is laughing it's not a joke if the person being made fun of is not laughing it's not typically boy behaviour it's bullying. Yes Tae is selfish and he's a leech he only wants to be friends with jimin when it benefits him that much is visible now, he always makes it seem like jimin is the most important person to him where as he's the least, he has time for everybody not for him, he'd go the extra mile for anybody but not even quarter a mile for jimin it's not really a friendship, a healthy friendship if only one person is pulling the weight. Jungkook is the worst person ever for all the things he's done to jimin and still continues to do. For the way he acts like being next to jimin hurts him physically for him making it seem like jimin is forcing himself to him for him "loving" jimin in private but acts the opposite in public for him seeming comfortable when with anyone but not jimin.

I'm not going to spread positivity because there's nothing to be positive about. The fandom it's self has turned to something I don't know armies are now jimin antis. BTS themselves are no longer themselves and we can't deny that but you'll since y'all like acting like everything is perfect. I can't spread positivity when there's an elephant in the room which armies are refusing to address. I won't spread positivity when armies are acting like pjms are the enemies for streaming jimin's music for standing up for him. There's nothing to be positive about. And idk what groups are you talking about because not once have I ever mentioned groups in this blog the only group I talk about is bts

But if you're referring to that post where I talked about how jimin's no1 gagged everybody. Well it did getting that no1 is everybody's dream in kpop they might not say it but they do. What some groups couldn't do in years soloist jimin did in 5 days it is what is it's not that deep.

I can like jimin and I can hate the rest of BTS ( of which I don't) because it's a free world and I'm a grown woman I can do what I want.

And no honey there's no negativity in this blog it's just positive vibes always I just seem negative when I lean a little bit towards the truth and it hits a certain nerve.

Your opinion is very much valued thanks but not thanks

Yours sincerely

wegonbealright-09

#jimin #park jimin #positivity #positive vibes #bts #bangtan #kpop #wegonbealright 09

[luverz-exe]

Hello! I would like to request a,

JLA! Riddler with Guardian Angel Reader.

Much appreciate it for the writing you do on this tumblr blog. Thx :)

Yandere JLA! Riddler With Guardian Angel S/O

Honestly, this is my first time writing this version of the Riddler, so we'll see how it goes. Also, thank you for the kind words Anon, I appreciate it (:

I also want to write a little extra for him, so you'll get a real guardian angel S/O Headcanons and a small oneshot, to show my gratitude for the support. But just know this was a fun one to work on! Sorry I don't get as much content out as I used to, I hope you can forgive. Anyways- I hope you enjoy!

Nygma had never been the religious type, he based his beliefs on facts, not guesses. And while some may say his reform is nothing short of a miracle, he sees it as his intelligence shining through, and the world realizing he belongs to be free. He had never considered that divine intervention could possibly be a factor in his release.

And his private detective work? Says he did it alone, no help was given, he doesn't even think about his compulsive 'giving riddles' behavior. Nope, it was totally all him... Although, he's had a few reoccurring dreams of his saying otherwise. Symbolism is common in his dreams, and it's no different. And it all points to something pure... Something Holy. And when he wakes up? The memory gets fuzzy, he's tried to write it down as soon as he wakes up, but there's always some detail missing. The only thing he remembers perfectly is a voice. A strong, beautiful voice. But he could never remember the words spoken, just the sound of their voice.

It did not bother him, the voice, the dreams, he was fine. Sure, he'd love to hear that voice say his name, or to see a face to go along with it. It's fine, he's fine, and there's nothing helping him, cause that would insinuate he's helpless. That he can't do anything without divine intervention. With this, he's been a bit more on edge, paranoia seeping through him, with the feeling of being watched growing with each passing day....And the voice gets louder every night, warning him to resist the temptation that they know he's facing, whether or not he knows it just yet.

"...I must be going crazy! There's no way that- that there could possibly be- there's no clear evidence, there's nothing pointing to that conclusion...Am I truly in the debt of higher power? No, no... I did it myself...Right?"

Edward's mind plagues him, and he wonders more and more if there's truly someone helping him or if he's losing his mind. He's so lost in his thoughts, the world seems to move on without him as he seemingly runs on auto pilot. But something breaks him out of his mind, something all too familiar... A voice so well known by his ears, he instantly finds where it was coming from. And he can finally put a name to a face, everything about you drove him ever closer, and he could feel his signature grin creep up upon him.

Try all you like to deny it, but he now knows the truth of you. You tried to help him, to put him on the straight and narrow, for that, he is surprisingly grateful. You may have been stuck on earth, but now you're really trapped. Nigma will make sure your stay is... permanently on hiatus. Afterall, Angel, wouldn't you want to make sure he's on track to be better?

"You." You can hear someone behind you say, an all too familiar voice rings in your ears. "Care to share your name? I believe it is owed after these sleepless nights, all caused by you." You turn around, facing him, your eyes meeting.

"(Y/N)" you say, scanning his physical frame. He was still in the Riddler fit, now with his business cards in a hidden compartment, seemingly trying to maintain the image that once installed fear into the hearts of Gothamites. But there's something bothering you, something unlike anything else. His thoughts.

"Hm, whatever seems to be bothering you, my dear?" He asked, smug as ever. It appears that he has no idea of how much power you truly have. You have tried to help him, but sadly, his thoughts prove that a relapse is inevitable.

Thoughts of taking you away, thoughts of murder and sin.... Thoughts you've tried to get rid of. "It appears you have fallen into temptation once more, Nigma. I warned you, this is a dangerous path to take."

He pauses, now realizing what you mean. His grin turns into a smile, as he bows his head. "Some people listen to the angel on their shoulder. A far off voice, something they pretend is not their own consciousness, telling them what to do what is right." He pauses, looking back up at you. "It appears I do not have one on my shoulder, telling me what is right."

You knew what he was suggesting, something you hadn't expected coming from him. "So now? It seems I must have an angel beside me." He steps a bit closer to you. "Afterall, it'd be a shame for me to relapse. You'd get in trouble, I'd get in trouble... It'd do no good for anyone." He was right, unless you could guarantee his past, now 'far behind him', doesn't make a comeback, you'd be unable to go back to where you belong. He's keeping you here with him.

So it seems that by trying to keep him from sin, you've just drawn him ever closer to it. "If you do this, it'll be too late for the both of us. I do not wish for that. Please... Reconsider. We have only just met-" he wags his finger, seemingly teasing you.

"Well you see, while we have never met, you seem to know my last name. So it appears you've known of me for oh so long..." His grin returned, he knew he had the high ground. He knew his logic prevailed, and his reasoning undeniable. "And you've plagued my dreams as well, so it seems you do know me. Ah, but that's besides the point. The point is, you need me, and I need you. a guardian angel needs someone to guard, and a sinner always needs to have his saint."

#yandere #yandere fanfiction #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x y/n #justice league action

[homebrew-a-la-traumaverse]

Hi! I'm someone who has been homebrewing for 5e for a while and have recently opened a blog to put my creations, and I plan on also sharing some of my thoughts about the process of homebrewing.

I'm very new to this site in general, so I'm wondering if you have any pointers on how to get started with a blog. My posts also don't seem to be showing up in the public search, and I checked my content sharing settings, so some guidance with that would also be appreciated.

Cheers!

Howdy!

It's nice to see new faces on the scene! Getting to look at new ideas and the thoughts behind them is always fun, and analysis is something that we can't get enough of around these parts.

My advice might be a little scattered, but I hope it helps. If anyone else has thoughts, feel free to add on!

Tumblr can be a little finicky; I've found that posts often don't show up if you have external links. You'll want to make posts directly to tumblr rather than autoposting from elsewhere, and also put any links (i.e. to Homebrewery/DNDBeyond) in a reblog. And then reblog the reblog so that people can find the reblog with the links in the reblogs.

I tend to use a lot of tags for my own posts, both for organization as well as for exposure, but I'll admit I only rarely look at any tags other than the "homebrew" tag. I'm sure other people operate in their own way, though.

In terms of the tumblr homebrew meta, balance and formatting and all are always important. But even more important is PRESENTATION!

(Imagine I'm saying that in a Megamind voice. I don't have the time to find the gif.)

A lot of the time if you just have, like, a link or a readmore to a text dump, people will just gloss over it without giving it a second look regardless of how cool a concept is or how meticulously balanced it is. An evocative picture and image stains for formatting can go a long way in turning heads. You're on a site that loves images; style accordingly.

If you have a lot to say, adding a readmore can help you not flood readers in walls of text. Tumblr does it automatically now, but it's still polite to do it after one or two paragraphs if you're going to be writing much more than that.

Blog maintenance... Posting consistently and frequently is good, if it's relevant to your blog's niche (if I'm following you for homebrew, I'd rather not also get flooded in your love for, say, Superwholock Undertale crossovers; that's what sideblogs are for). That being said, there's diminishing returns; more than 1 post a day and people might miss them entirely just due to scheduling. Having a queue set up for that is helpful.

Combining related things into a compendium is worth considering if you have, say, 10 rogue subclasses that you want to publish at once, but you tend to get more attention if you post them one by one. A compromise could be to post them one by one to build hype and make another post with the compendium. Haven't made enough of those to really say how effective that'd be.

Also remember to keep your followers list clear of bots. It's your tumblr civil duty.

Cheers!

#not homebrew #feedback?

[dandelionjedi]

Hello everyone! Warning: I am getting up on my soapbox. My crochet AI soapbox specifically. Lecture incoming.

So. AI art. I've been seeing a lot of it recently. And one thing I've seen a lot of is AI generated images of people who have supposedly crocheted giant life sized stuffed animals.

I don't like AI. Not art, not writing, not video, nothing. I understand that people are going to use it though. And if you want to make AI images of crochet, whatever. I'd rather you not, but whatever. At least you're not stealing people's voices or something.

But please, please, please, stop sharing the images as real crocheted things.

There are people out there who do make life sized stuffed animals. Shauna Richardson comes to mind. If you've never heard of her, search up her Lionheart project, it's absolutely spectacular. The largest single handed crochet project in the world. It took her two years.

That's right. TWO YEARS.

If you Google "grandma crochet tank" you will find dozens of images of grandmas proudly standing next to their crocheted army tanks. Not life sized exactly, but still huge projects. So impressive! Look at what this random old lady did! Can you believe it?

No, I can't.

I think every single one of them is AI generated.

And I keep on seeing more! Giant cats, life sized elephants, brightly colored couches. So cool! So much skill! SO MUCH AI GENERATED CROCHET.

Please, don't share it. Or at least don't pretend it's real. It takes away from the people who are actually spending months and years making spectacular pieces of art. Those people, you should definitely share their work if it comes across their dash. Give them the credit they deserve!

But how do you tell the difference?

There are a couple of steps.

First, look at the crochet piece. Does it fit into the space it's in? I keep seeing pictures of this giant cat sitting on a couch. But there isn't space on the couch for the back legs. If it were a full animal, the back would phase right though the couch, and the wall behind it. And who would make just the head and front paws like that?

Count the legs. That's often where AI falls apart. Count the legs, the ears, the toes. Compare their dimensions to one another. I keep on seeing an image of a person standing next to a life sized elephant. If you look carefully at the back left leg, you'll notice there are two of them. And the back right leg is really weirdly distorted.

If you're familiar with crochet, take a minute to logically look at the stitches. Do they make sense? Are there huge gaps? Do they actually look like crochet? Crochet has a rhythm to it that AI doesn't often catch.

Look at the shadows. Are they where you'd expect them to be?

Next, look at the person. Most pictures have a person in them too, so you can properly appreciate the size of this wonder of deceit. Again, look at the shadows, especially compared to other things in the room.

Look at the details. The face. The hands, the feet. Count fingers and toes. Look at the clothing. Are the legs of her leggings the same length? Are her legs the same width?

I am aware that not all people look the same. Some people do have extra, or fewer, fingers and toes. Or look different in other ways. I know that. But in this world of AI generated content, if the person who supposedly crocheted this giant 5 legged elephant only has four fingers, I'm going to be suspicious.

Sometimes, it's pretty easy to pick something out. Grandma has 6 fingers. The side of her face closest to the lamp is in shadow. The elephant has an extra leg.

Sometimes it's harder. The image just looks slightly off, or it just has the vibe of an AI generated image without a specific flaw to point to.

I'll still say AI, and I'll still defend that claim.

Think, logically, about the scene. Is it inside? Is it outside? I'd say the only logical place to crochet a giant stuffed animal like that is inside a garage.

If it's inside, it should be something that can fit through the door. If it's outside, how is it getting inside when it rains? Is grandma going to push her tank back up the driveway? That life sized elephant probably weighs quite a bit. Does it live out on this lady's sidewalk permanently?

Is the artist credited? You shouldn't be sharing uncredited art in general.

But people still ask, oh, how can you be sure? And to that I say this:

Show me a second image, from a different angle. That's all I ask! Show me a close up. Show me something else this same grandma has made. And I'll shut up! All I need is two photos of the same project.

I know everyone's different, but if I made something that cool, I'd share a hundred photos. All the angles, all the details. Glamour shots, silly shots. Put a hat on it, pretend it's eating me. There's so much you can do with something that cool!

But until you show me that second photo, I will continue to say AI to anyone within earshot.

Because I am already tired of this. And in this day and age, we need to look at everything we see online critically. We can't take things at face value anymore.

So please, stop sharing AI generated crochet images. And AI stuff in general. And if you do share it, be clear that it's AI generated. There's no good reason not to.

#crochet #knitting #crocheters #knitters #ai #ai art #amigurumi #amigurimi #yarn #yarnblr #my posts #my post #soapbox #lecture

[diyabloko]

i've got somethink yk.. spicy. goldrose boys are precious and i love to write about their playful and unholy things.

improvised tags: rhys is imaginable, s4 post-canon, a bit of joe/kate is there.

18+, i guess.

Joe reaches out, closes his eyes, hoping to immerse himself in these sensations that teeter on the edge of reality. Seeing Rhys's face is very satisfying, looking into his eyes dissolves constructive thoughts, but hearing his giggles and feeling his hand on his hips is a particular kind of exquisite pleasure that he can afford in a spacious bed after a day of work. And then tiredly watching something with Kate, sharing a bored libido and lingering fatigue. But she's a businesswoman, and Joe is a crazy man.

"Rhys." His hand almost slides from Rhys's shoulder to his back, but Joe only digs his fingers in harder, hoping to keep everything in its usual position. He opens his eyes slightly, looking at the face from under his eyelashes in anticipation. Who could doubt that the best partner is your own thoughts? Especially when they're so beautiful, with their hair in disarray and their eager expression. And with a black shirt, rolled up sleeves, an exquisite watch, bony fingers... That are happy to go under the clothes.

"You know, you should think less about my name when you're horny. Your girl will have questions if you kiss her with the name of a murdered London mayoral candidate. But I'm curious to see how you'll get out of this, Goldberg," he turns away a little and looks at his hands. He thinks as he undoes the buttons on Joe's pants and stares at his underwear for a while, finally caressing him gently through it. "You know I'm not the best counselor, but I'm a very, very good gloater from the sidelines."

"I should have found a less talkative person to be my companion."

"How polite of you to suggest that I should shut up. But who among us doesn't know how much you enjoy my conversations?" It's hard to question his remarks. Not only because the image of him skillfully lubricating his fingers flashes before eyes, but also because it's hard to find even a shred of lie in them. If Rhys didn't exist (what a miracle, so he does exist now? Who's you trying to decieve?), all that Joe would have to do is listen to old videos, listen to the timbre, catch phrases and keeping them in mind, be content with his imagination. False and cruel, because now-dead-Rhys stories about his favorite lunch would not work at all, unlike his dirty, mundane conversations about dirty, mundane affair. He wants to reproach him in order to encourage him more - and he knows this because he knows Joe. That is, because he is Joe. But it doesn't matter that much anymore. Especially when the feedback becomes more like a whimper through closed lips. Especially when his fingers are getting in the Joe, not waiting in vain. "Actually, you made two mistakes. You couldn't have chosen anyone but Rhys. One, you pervert, only bite at big fish. And secondly, you always choose yourself as a companion, my friend, only this time you have a skillful repeater for your silent head. And a realizer. And anything else you need and I can give you. Be a good boy, don't strain so much, I still need to adjust to you."

"We don't have a lot of time. You can just..."

"I'll decide what I can do," he touches fingers to Joe's cheek, gently tickling the stubble, as if to offset the harsh tone with care. Joe only needs one eye contact to straighten up, his muscles doing a great job of outlining the position of Rhys's fingers. Rhys only whispered a reassuring whisper as he moved his lips to Joe's. Kissing him while slowly moving his fingers as if trying to get used to the bizarre stringed instrument. Eventually, Joe also makes sounds, hiding them among his sighs. At first uncertain, but eventually rhythmic, sharp, and rapidly fading away when Rhys wanted to slow down or speed up.

Eventually, the position changed to a more horizontal one, and Joe couldn't resist the urge to lie down, letting the persistent, caring movements take over. Along with silly comments that surprisingly did not spoil the mood. Probably because Rhys, no matter what he says, deserves to be heard. And felt. And in some moments, time seemed to freeze in space.

"What did you say?" his voice sounds demanding. Mocking. Joe isn't sure if he said anything. But since everything happens in his head, maybe he haven't such need at all. But Rhys is the ruler in his head, and he knows better. His touch brings back memories to the beat of his heart. The partner realizes this as he approaches. "How is this, 'Further'? Explain it to me."

"Are you going to limit yourself to your fingers?"

"I'm sorry, do you see anything else of yours that I can use? Keep in mind that my fingers are your fingers, and your dick, with all due respect, can't reach desired point. Unless I'll separate it. But I assure you that you don't want that," he stutters, biting his lip. He waggles his eyebrows. - "You're the one who gets along with genital torture, between the two of us. It's a personal insult."

"Don't mock me. You know how it works better than I do. І... You know exactly how to... How to make me believe it."

"Like in my hands? Your hands. Like my kisses? Your imagination. Like anything that's mine? It's not mine, Joe."

"What's your point?"

"Give me something that is mine. Figuratively. We'll get something," he whispers the last part against Joe's ear, eventually kissing his cheek, teasing him with movements as he watches the stomach twitch with sharp breathing. "Or do you only use sex shops to plan murders? We can make up something perverted, then, if it helps. Come on."

"And how would that be yours?"

"Not a figment of your imagination about me. Just a controlled element of it. By me, of course."

"No. It's still my decision in the end."

"Oh, yes. I like to think it's your decision even more. Stay with the thought of sex in your mind and decide what you want to happen next."

He kisses him, and when he lets go, Joe looks ahead of him and fills with his usual confusion. He's gone. Just like he always does. He will reappear soon, making a joke about a lonely and intense orgasm, but for now he is somewhere secretly lurking in the depths of the unconscious.

And within minutes of Goldberg catching his breath, the door opens. Sturdy heels clack a little, and he doesn't even realize how he's jumping up to meet Kate. She's stunning. And pleasantly tired. With some kind of package and slightly furrowed brows. But as soon as she sees the guy in the hallway, her face quickly softens. She leaves her coat at the entrance and, stepping toward him, manages to look around with interest, as if looking for signs of changes in some of the interior details.

"There seems to be hot in here. Why are you so red?"

"You can tell? I..." he gently touches her hand in greeting, but eventually shakes his head. - "I was moving the wardrobe in the room. I overestimated my strength."

"You rascal," she giggles, touching his neck caringly. He leans in to meet her, and eventually barely hugs her with his free arm. - "You overestimate yourself in many ways. Would I be the first to say that you are a terrible liar?"

"Well, then she bites horribly at your horrid lies, y'know?" Rhys appears as if from behind her, passing through the partners to the open space in the aisle. "The poor girl doesn't know much, and chooses not to know much. You have to appreciate her for that."

"Hey. Joh... Joe," she snaps her fingers in front of his face, and eventually follows the trajectory Rhys had mapped out to put her things on the table. Rhys only looks at the packages with interest, spinning in place. "You don't have to make up excuses for jerking off. It's not like I'm keeping a record of our sex life."

"She should have. Listen, you have to tell her about your 'further'."

"I'm sorry. I still didn't catch my breath yet," Goldberg adjusts shoes as he enters, looking concentrated, just to avoid making eye contact with anyone present. Or absent. It depends.

"Don't tell me I interrupted you. Because I definitely won't be able to help you with that," she catches herself from continuing. She stops talking. She sighs. As if she wants to say something, she lets Joe recover. "I bought your cereal. You can thank me."

"How thoughtful. Joe, don't be an asshole, thank her."

"Thank you."

#smut #joe x rhys #you netflix #you s4 #you spoilers #you #rhys montrose #goldrose #joe goldberg #joe x kate #drabble #fanfic #fic

[biiedwin8]

What’s the Difference Between Hyperphantasia And Daydreaming?

Today, I'll be answering the question of what the difference is between hyperphantasia and daydreaming. As I mentioned before, with all these terms, you may get so much confused with them, like, "Am I this? Am I that?" But it doesn't really matter. Let me just explain it from my understanding. Hyperphantasia is more like the ability to form mental or clear and vivid images. It's the ability to do it, like forming something that is clear in your head, engaging in self-talk in your head, and having the ability to imagine things creatively in your head.

Now, daydreaming is the process of your mind wandering to create imaginary worlds. This one is more of a process; they almost look the same, but this is more of a process, while the other one is an ability. But, as I said, don't dwell so much on looking at the differences between these things. Just ask yourself this: even if you have hyperphantasia, is it affecting your day-to-day life? Is it taking away your real life? Is it consuming your real life to the point where you prefer creating those clear images in your mind and neglecting your real life? Or is it something that you can still control?

The same thing applies to daydreaming. Daydreaming is a normal experience, and anyone can do it. But the problem is the control aspect. If it starts taking over your day, or if you are using hyperphantasia or daydreaming as an excuse not to do something in real life, that's where the problem comes in. That's where it becomes unescapable, because you might really want to do something, but you use hyperphantasia or daydreaming as an excuse, saying, "I have hyperphantasia, and I can't do it," or "I am a daydreamer, and I can't do it." That's where these things you're not doing will come and bite you later on.

Because as long as something has to be done in the real world, if you don't do it, you will face the consequences later on. For example, if you don't study or go to work, you'll face the consequences later on. If you don't build your relationships or work on managing your anxiety and stress, you'll face the consequences later on because they'll pile up. So, don't get lost by trying to find the differences. Yes, finding the differences may bring you ‘clarity’ but the only real clarity is realizing how you are feeling now. Are you contented with your life? If you're not contented with your life, just focus on that. Sometimes, when we learn about all these terms and psychological terms, we get lost and end up suppressing our emotions. Hope that makes sense.

We may learn about all these terminologies, all these psychological terms, but we may end up suppressing our emotions. Just live your life sometimes like a child, not really wanting to know a lot, just seeing things as they are, feeling those emotions, and letting them go.

Note from the Author

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[carmenlire]

i just read open like a hinge and its SO GOOD!! i absolutely loved how they wrote yeong's pov and the unrequited pining hurt SO good in the first chapter (even if you can tell gon definitely loves him) ugh and i loved the injured/comfort trope. i always wanted to see how gon would react to him being hurt and this was perfect. it just reminds me how in the show they set up a beautiful friendship in the first ep and mostly dropped it until the end UGH they shouldve developed it more fr

omg ISN'T IT SO GOOD dksfjghskdfjg!!!!!!! I love that yeong was allowed to be petty and passive aggressive because, i think, at the end of the day yeong is human and he was dealt a shit hand in the face of his unrequited feelings and i ADORED how they portrayed his character. the fact that there was a smidge of internal homophobia but ultimately yeong knows who he is and what he wants and has grown into a man unapologetic about his desires while also knowing that he will never have the opportunity to be with the one person who wants most in the entire universe(s) is so compelling.

i also think the author did a seriously phenomenal job showing gon reacting to yeong being hurt!!!!!!!! like it's literally everything i wanted!! the way he had his feelings realization!! the way you just see the image of him carrying yeong to the ambulance! that he didn't leave yeong's side! that he's so mad that yeong keeps saying it's his duty and better him than gon!! and the way he arranges the entire trip and THEN gets so goddamn upset when yeong keep disregarding himself just to continue serving gon!!! the angst? the emotions? were so well handled because you have these two men who have lived for over twenty years in each other's spheres and there's so much unsaid and their perceptions are so human because they are just that-- their own facts not objective, never, not when it comes to the person who means the most to them!!!!

yeah, i don't know how i'm ever going to watch tkem all the way through a third time because i feel like with the second rewatch my brain exploded and i can never unsee the relationship between gon and yeong and what could've been. and ignoring my shipping self for a moment, it's like you said-- these two men were set up to be best friends. gon is the only one yeong lives for and yeong is gon's guiding light, the only person he's let in and in the face of tae-eul and a heteromantic relationship they totally disregarded that.

all of which to say-- i come bearing two more fic recs lol. like i said in my message last night, i have no idea if you'll like these but i read them in october and they devastated me and i've spent the better part of the week rereading them and they devastated me once more and i think this author also does a fabulous job of dissecting these characters-- their emotions, their flaws, the thoughts. good and bad-- and it left me just really content in a melancholic way.

both of these are yeong/sin-jae/hyeonmin

El monstruo en la almohada

this one is one that i reread thursday and most of yesterday. i love how the aftermath of what yeong (and sin-jae) is handled and it's just a fic that's very healing. i also appreciated exploring gon and yeong's friendship-- exactly in light of who gon is and how he treated yeong, especially leaving him in the republic for months with everything that lead to.

Heridas Abiertas (Exit Wounds)

i reread this tuesday? it shares similarities/parallels to the above fic but i love that the author had different ideas on how the aftermath could go and then wrote both of them!!! because yeong is such an interesting character, i would read a dozen fics that are just slightly different just to explore all the possibilities. in this one, his relationship with gon is different to the first and i really liked seeing how things can change such important relationships or how they can manage to stay the same through it all.

like I mentioned, my headspace hasn't been the best and both of these fics catered to that. i obviously don't know how you are but i just would recommend these for anyone who liked tkem because they're both gorgeous pieces of writing and also for anyone who might be feeling a little sad or lost or hopeless or empty or generally melancholic <3

#thank you for sharing your thoughts on open like a hinge!!! #do you have any kdrama recs? do you watch a lot of kdramas? #asked #answered #se anon #anon #tkem fic

[peachypdf]

big and scary, but a softie at heart

characters

Toji Fushiguro (JJK) x reader

synopsis

You wake up from a nightmare of your stalker and seek Toji, your bodyguard, for comfort. Sharing a bed with him eventually turns into something more…

content/warnings

not sfw, fluff, idol!reader & bodyguard!Toji, mentions of stalking, corruption kink, size kink, virgin!reader, slight degradation, fingering, oral (receiving), cumming inside, pet names, afab!reader

word count

3.4k

note

I really like the idea of Toji being rough and teasing during sex, but he ends up actually being a big softie!! I wanted to write rough sex but for some reason this is the flavor of Toji my mind produces... This scenario has been playing in my head for a week or so, so I had to write it out, hope you enjoy it!

You jolted awake in a cold sweat, the images from your nightmare still flashing vividly through your mind. You suppose having overly enthusiastic fans was a part of what you signed up for, yet the stalker that had harassed you for months when you first debuted as an idol still haunted your dreams. Because of the traumatizing incident, your agency had decided to hire you a 24/7 bodyguard for the sake of your mental health (or so they said, but you knew that they most likely just wanted you in prime shape for performing and raking in the cash). His presence was stifling in the beginning, but you soon became accustomed to it and even cherished it.

When you first met Toji Fushiguro, you couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive about your whole situation. Though you supposed that bodyguards should have at least a bit of an intimidating air to them, Toji's was in a different league. His physique could rival top bodybuilders, and his eyes looked like they had seen too much. It didn't help that his face, though rogue-like, was chiseled and handsome like it belonged on one of Michelangelo's masterpieces. Since he would essentially be your new roommate, you had greeted him cautiously, anxious to leave a good first impression on this dangerous man. "Hello, Mr. Fushiguro, it's a pleasure to meet you!" you said, hoping that the slight tremor in your voice would go unnoticed.

He had given you a smirk and a once-over, extending his hand and lazily drawling, "A pleasure to be workin' with a cute thing like yourself." His magnetic voice sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something sinful within you that you tried your best to ignore. His large hand practically engulfed yours as you shook it, marking the beginning of your working relationship.

Though you were a bit afraid of him at first, you slowly warmed up to him as you realized he was sweeter than he looked. You knew he was a dangerous man, with his entire body crisscrossed with scars that hinted at the work he did, though you never dared to ask. Yet despite his menacing demeanor and his crass wording, he always comforted you in his own way, and you began to feel extremely safe and protected whenever he was around. Before he entered your life, you had always been on edge whenever you heard the slightest noise in your small apartment, paranoid that it would be yet another delusional stalker trying to get a closer look at their favorite idol. Part of your appeal was that you were known to be the innocent, yet mysterious, girl next door, causing many crazed fans to obsess over knowing more about your personal life. "Don't be stupid," he'd say, almost rolling his eyes, "it's probably jus' your upstairs neighbors walking around." Then, he'd add, " 'nd if anyone tried anything funny, you'll be sure that my fist will be the last thing they see,” with a proud glint in his eye. You were taken aback by his lack of professionalism, but quickly grew fond of it, finding yourself laughing at his blunt comments as he returned your amusement with a wry smirk and a huff that was close enough to laughter in your book. You had come to find that despite his burly appearance, he could be quite the child at times, pouting and scoffing dramatically when his favorite restaurant wasn’t available on Uber Eats or when you took too long to get ready for your events (after all, as a live-in bodyguard, he also had to make sure you were on time for your schedules). He's really just a big, scary, softie, you concluded.

Your first thought after waking from your hellish nightmare was to seek Toji. Even though it was barely dawn, your fear far outweighed your consideration for his sleep (you would apologize to him for it later), and you knocked gently on his door, knowing that he would have your back. You heard some rustling, and a few moments later, the door swung open. You were surprised to find him wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung loosely around his hips, and you fought laboriously against the urge to ogle his muscular physique, opting instead to look at the oh-so-interesting wooden frame of the door. You would never admit it, but you often spent sleepless nights with your hands between your thighs thinking of his muscular body caging you on the bed, thrusting into you relentlessly as he made you cream around his cock, and seeing him like this only served to resurface those thoughts, causing your face to heat up. You were sure you were blushing. You prayed he wouldn’t notice.

You cleared your throat. “Um, I just had a really bad nightmare and was scared to sleep alone, so I was wondering if…” you paused, pondering how to word your request so that it would not come off as weird.

Toji’s eyes widened slightly before he let out a hearty, deep laugh. “Whoa there, are you askin’ what I think you’re askin’? Ya wanna sleep with me, kitten?”

Your heart did a somersault at the pet name. “N-no, that’s not what I meant! I mean, yes, but no, not in that way, I--”

He laughed again, patting your head. “I know, I know, just messin’ with ya.” He opened the door fully and beckoned you in. “Make yourself at home.” Toji had seen his fair share of horrors in this world and knew the immeasurable comfort human contact could bring. If he could give just a bit of that to you, he would gladly do so.

You happily crawled into bed beside him and snuggled under the covers, your tense muscles instantly relaxing in his warm embrace. In mere minutes, you were asleep again. You felt safe and protected around him, and he had your complete trust. You were also, unfortunately, extremely attracted to him, but you figured he was just there to do his job and respected that professional boundary. The last thing you’d want to do was send him running with unwanted advances. He’d seen you at your worst when you were crying into his shoulder, overwhelmed by the unbearable pressure of having to constantly present the public with a false image of yourself, the pressure to constantly be perfect. He had also seen you at your best, prancing around the living room in your pajamas as you showed him your record-breaking music video on the TV screen. He’d seen you fall dead asleep, exhausted after your live concerts, and had accompanied you on multiple trips to foreign countries, of course only after feigning annoyance at your indecisiveness when it came to choosing airport outfits. Hell, he’d even see you nonchalantly lounge in your living room in nothing but an oversized T-shirt. He almost spat out his coffee witnessing that scene for the first time, yet you had only shrugged at him and laughed it off, patting the seat beside you and inviting him to binge your favorite show together. He had become an irreplaceable part of your life.

Toji, on the other hand, was not as virtuous as he had you believe. Sure, he did treasure the friendly and trusting relationship that you two shared, but he also would not be able to count with his fingers how many times you left him with a straining bulge in his pants with your unconscious teasing. You had no idea what you did to him when you walked around the house with your panties barely out of sight, giving him a complete view of your plush thighs, or when you called him into your room half-dressed, asking him to help you choose between two outfits that he had a hard time keeping his eyes on when you were standing right there, tempting him. Of course, out of respect for you (and to keep his job), he hid it well from you. He would always conveniently pull a throw pillow into his lap or excuse himself to the bathroom to quickly pleasure himself with thoughts of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. Before, he would just head out to a bar and pick up a good fuck to relieve his tension, but he found that he could never quite get you out of his mind. He groaned quietly as you pressed yourself closer to him in your sleep, your warmth tempting yet out of reach. It took all of his self-control to keep his hands off of you, opting instead to drape his arm over your sleeping form and try to fall back into a slumber himself while ignoring his raging boner pressed against your back.

You found yourself crawling into Toji’s bed night after night, driving him half-mad. One night, when you were feeling quite restless and kept squirming around in his embrace, he couldn’t quite take it anymore.

“Do ya know what you’re doing to me, princess?” he asked in almost a whisper, his voice reverberating close to your ear as his fingers danced along your bare thighs.

Your breath stilled and your face flushed at his touch and at the deep huskiness of his voice. “Um, I, what?” you squeaked into his chest, unable to believe the situation at hand.

He lifted one of your thighs over your hips, then ground his obvious hard-on into your clothed sex. “This,” he said, voice gruff and strained. If he lost his job at this point, then fuck it.

Heat pooled in your abdomen and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feeling. You hid your face, embarrassed but unable to bring yourself to stop. “Toji…”

He chuckled. “I was gonna say that I’d stop if ya didn’t like it, but it looks like you’re really enjoyin’ yourself here, huh?” he said, grabbing a handful of your ass. “Slut.”

You didn’t think that his degrading words would have such an effect on you, and you also didn't think that it was possible to get as wet as you did. You were sure that if you looked right now, there would be an obvious stain on the front of his sweatpants.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and as you did as he asked, he pulled you into a searing hot kiss. It was messy, your tongues engaging in a dirty tango, and he continued grinding his cock against you. You whined from the stimulation, tears welling up in your eyes. He hadn’t even touched you directly, but something about being pressed against him felt so much better than what you could ever achieve with your own hands. His hands slipped into the back of your shirt, caressing your skin in a way that made you feel like you were in heaven.

“P-please,” you panted, grasping at his hair.

“Please what?” he said, evident amusement in his tone.

“I-I don’t know— I just… touch me, please, please, I want more.” You rutted your hips, grinding hard on his erection, no longer feeling any shame. The friction just wasn’t enough.

“Anything you want, princess.”

He flipped you onto your back, caging you between his arms and leaving blazing kisses along your neck, sucking and nipping at spots that made you moan sweetly. He helped you out of your shirt and let his hands roam across your figure, groping and squeezing the contours of your body at an excruciatingly slow pace that almost had you crying in frustration. The warmth of his hands left a blazing trail down your body, and you felt the damp spot on your panties growing bigger and bigger. His fingers lazily drew circles on your inner thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted them the most. He knew what you wanted, but purposefully withheld it from you. You glanced down at his smug expression and pouted, unsatisfied. All it took was another desperate plea from you for him to finally relieve you of all the tension. He traced the puffy outline of your cunt through your underwear, lightly applying pressure on your swollen clit.

You huffed in annoyance. “Toji, stop teasing!”

He laughed. “What, ya want me to go straight at it like an animal in heat? I gotta prep ya for the real deal first, ya know?”

“That’s not what I meant, I—”

“Use your words and tell me what ya want, then, darlin’.”

Even at this point, you still felt embarrassed putting your request in words. You stubbornly shook your head.

“Aww, how cute, gettin’ all shy even when your shameless cunt is this fuckin’ wet.” Toji grinned deviously before pushing your panties aside and plunging his finger in you without a warning. You gasped in surprise, stars erupting behind your eyelids as he crooked his finger in just the right way, hitting the sensitive spot that your own fingers could never reach. “This what ya wanted?”

Your moans echoed in his room as he continued his onslaught of your sweet spot, pumping his finger in and out. Soon, he was stuffing your leaking hole with another thick finger. You winced a bit at the stretch and felt like you were in heaven as he scissored his fingers inside you, moaning as he lowered himself to nip at the flesh of your thighs.

“Ya like it a bit rough, huh, princess?” Toji had had multiple partners before, but he swore he could stare at your blissful, fucked out face forever — the best he’d ever seen. “I’ve barely started, yet you’re already tremblin’,” he observed, amused. “This ya first time with someone else?”

You nodded, embarrassed. “I-it never feels this good when I touch myself,” you admitted. Toji’s eyes widened (no wonder you were so sensitive). He didn’t know that his dick could get any harder than it already was. To know that he was your first, that he was the one to make you feel this good, that he could corrupt you for anyone else, that he could make you his slut…

“Trust me, I can make ya feel even better.” He removed his fingers from your sopping cunt, making you whine at the lack of fullness, then removed your panties entirely. Your eyes widened as he licked the slick off of them, unable to believe that he would do something so utterly shameless. He then licked teasingly at your slit, keeping his eyes on your face and savoring your reaction — a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and pleasure. You shuddered at the new, foreign feeling, fire running through your veins at the sight of the handsome man with his face between your legs. Your thighs were over his shoulders as his strong arms held your hips down, preventing you from squirming away from his touch. He began to relentlessly attack your clit, alternating between licking and sucking at your hole and the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You tried to hold back your moans, biting your lip and turning your head to the side so he wouldn’t see the lewd faces you were making. Toji was quick to notice and gave your thigh a light slap, making you jolt. “Don’t even think about it. Look at me, doll, and keep your eyes on me” he commanded, pausing his ministrations. You looked down at him, embarrassed and panting. He continued to lap at your slick, eyes never leaving yours. You felt a familiar pressure building up in your abdomen as you grabbed his hair and tried to buck your hips against his face. Seeing that you were close, Toji intensified his onslaught as you fell apart. You cried out his name as pleasure took over and you saw white. Your hands gripped desperately at the bedsheet, his hair, whatever you could get your hands on as you sobbed at the intense sensation. As you rode out your high, he flattened his tongue and allowed you to grind against it as you pleased. He pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, gave it a few pumps, and lined it up with your entrance as you regained your bearings.

“W-wait, Toji,” you panicked as you eyed his large, girthy length. “It’s so big, I— it won’t, um, break me, right?”

Toji groaned, and you felt his dick twitch against your still-fluttering slit. “Relax, kitten, I’ll make ya feel real good.” You nodded, still half-dazed from your orgasm, as he started to push himself into you. You moaned as he rocked his hips, slowly filling and stretching your cunt, tears spilling from your eyes as he hit all your sweet spots at once with this thick cock. You looked so blissed out that Toji had a hard time holding back.

“Mhn… Tooooojiiii…” you babbled, already cockdrunk and almost incoherent. You managed to string together the words to say, “It doesn’t hurt, ah! P-please, fuck me!” The way you looked at him, teary-eyed from pleasure, and your walls hugged him so tightly almost made him cum right on the spot.

“Such a good slut for me, barely got a taste, and ya already greedy for more, hm?” he teased, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that had you seeing stars. You couldn’t believe your fantasies were coming true and never imagined that it would feel this good.

You barely processed the words coming out of his mouth at this point, but still gave him an enthusiastic “Yes!” that had him laughing at your demeanor. So much for you playing the innocent virgin just minutes ago.

“Hmph, I bet ya’ fans would be disappointed seein’ their beloved idol like this, all fucked out and greedy for cock.”

“Ngh… no… only you— Toji— mnh… for you—”

Your words made his heart flutter in his chest as he pounded into you harder, relishing in the wanton moans and whimpers you let out. He bent down over your figure, sucking and biting at your neck, where marks would surely form. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock even deeper into you in a way that had your insides flipping and palms tingling. If you pressed your hands against your belly, you were sure you would be able to feel the bulge of his cock pumping in and out your cunt. You felt so small under his large frame pressed close to your body; you felt safe and warm. The thought of being marked and belonging to him fanned the flames of your arousal, bringing you once again close to the edge.

“Ah! Toji, mmhn, ‘m gonna—!” You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as if to bring him even closer to you than he already was. He sped up his pace, captured your lips in a sloppy and desperate kiss, one hand reaching down to toy with your clit and the other intertwining with yours. His sweet action made your heart skip a beat and you swore you felt butterflies in your stomach as you came around his cock, moaning into the kiss as tears rolled down your face from the pleasure. The way your walls fluttered around him and your face looked so blissed out had him nearing the edge, too, and he warned you of his own imminent release.

“Inside… cum inside, please, Toji—” You didn’t need to ask twice. His thrusts became erratic as he brought the hand playing with your clit to your hip, grip so tight you were sure it would bruise, so he could thrust even deeper (you didn’t even know that was possible), and you soon felt his hips stutter and his hot seed filling you up.

“So good for me, angel,” he mutters, hand still interlaced with yours.

You giggle, wiggling your fingers between his. “Didn’t know you were such a softie, what happened to making me your slut?”

“Shuddup,” was his reply. He feigned annoyance, but you felt him smile against your neck. You knew you would need to get up to clean yourselves off, but for now, you hummed contently and basked in his warm embrace.

Later you would tease him about it, sharing with him your perfect description of his character — big and scary, but actually a softie at heart, even when he pretended not to be.

#toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #bodyguard toji #kinda nervous to post this is my first fanfic hh #toji #toji fushiguro

[oceanbaby888]

"LET'S SEE WITH THE ASCENDANT" PART 1!

NOTE: WHILE I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL ASTROLOGER, I LOVE ASTROLOGY AND ITS ASPECTS AND I LOVE TO LEARN THEM! PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR REWORD MY WORK WITHOUT CREDIT! THANK YOU :)

Hey y'all!

- I am finally settled and I am ready to give you some more astro knowledge to keep in the books!! Today we will be talking about the Ascendant (ASC for short) through the first 6 signs!! Part 2 will come out tomorrow!

- But first, what is an ASC sign?

-I'm glad you asked honey! First things first, your Ascendant is an angular house! Angular houses are the Ascendant, Descendant, IC (Imum Coeli), and MC (Medium Coeli). I'll do a post on what angular houses mean later on! Or do feel free to research on your own time :)

-Your ASC sign is what's popularly known as the sign (or sign traits) you may give off as a first impression to the outside world. According to the book, The Only Astrology Book You'll Ever Need by Joanna Woolfolk, she asserts that our personality is a blend of our Sun Sign in combination with our ASC sign. This has some truth in it as our ASC can also represent our self-interests, how we process self-awareness, our goals, our objectives, & how we assert our self-sufficiency! Think of your ASC sign as the sign when you walk in a room full of people.

- You can find your ASC here! Below is my chart( credit from Astro.com) for my visual learners! The ASC will be on the left side of your chart (marked AC); usually your angular houses are marked! In this example, my ASC is in the sign of Sagittarius!

-Have you ever had someone guess your sun sign but they were wrong? Chances are, they probably are guessing your ASC sign!

-With that being said, let's get into it!!!!

ARIES ASC:

Adventurous and pioneering!

Typically the ones to be "the first" at something.

Likes to get shit done! Act first ask questions later kind of energy.

Leader of the pack vibes.

Possibly have a very muscular, strong body.

When they walk in the room, they give such a strong sense of power, strength, and exuberance!

Possibly can be red-headed. Aries rules the color red and also rules the head. Doesn't mean every red-head is an Aries ASC though. Or they may like to wear alot of red.

They can give a direct, kinda bossy attitude but also a very free-child-like attitude I love it!!

Be careful with sharp objects. Sharp objects like knives are ruled by Mars (Mars rules Aries) and you may be a bit more accident prone so be careful, according to Woolfolk.

TAURUS ASC:

Very stable and calm energy when they walk in the room.

Patient & steadfast people.

Love the arts, could be talented at composing music esp!

Love comfort and the comfort their materials bring them.

Can have super beautiful necks. Necks/throats are ruled by Taurus.

Also, they may have larger, rounder eyes ooooo so cute!! Almost like a doe.

Can accumulate wealth over time.

Loves security and things that make them feel safe.

Many people think they are lazy, but that is not the case. A Taurus ASC does not believe in wasting time on things that don't bring them joy or comfort. They are hardworking, if it means they can attain the goals they set out for!! Once again, THEY ARE NOT LAZY!

GEMINI ASC:

Witty & charming.

Extremely smart and sociable.

Also can thrive in the entertainment industry as actors, writers, TV hosts, or comedians. They can really captivate an audience with their social and witty behavior!

Gemini rules the arms & hands, so they can have really nice hands/arms. If Venus is in aspect to their ASC, this can possibly point to someone who is a hand model.

The type to always want to be constantly stimulated and learn something everyday so they don't get bored.

May like to travel alot or move alot.

They also can marry more than once in their lives.

Extremely intellectual communicators. Very good with using their words as their best assets!

Could have big, wide eyes. This is just a personal take as I have seen multiple Gemini risings with big, wide eyes.

CANCER ASC:

Love security & comfort.

May have a oval face or round face. The moon rules Cancer so I won't be surprised if your face is shaped as round as the moon.

Sensitive to other's emotions & intuitive on how people may feel or react.

Amazing creatives. They use their emotions to make the best projects. Some of their projects (story writing for example) can be based on their lives at home or their hometown.

On the outside they may come off reserved and even cold. This is the "hard on the outside soft on the inside" effect. Deep down they are very soft, sweet, giving, & sensitive.

They want public recognition for their efforts, as you should!!!

According to Woolfolk, they are very good with saving money and handling it as well. Being the opposite sign of Capricorn (the sign of conservation), I am not surprised since opposing signs do share qualities of each other in one way or another.

LEO ASC:

Very grand people and luxurious YESSSS BITCH!!!

People may notice their hair first. Know how Leo is the lion? We see the lion's mane (or hair) first. This also applies for Leo ASCs.

A personal take- Leo ASC have this sun-kissed glow about them (lol pun intended). It's like their skin is so bright and glowy and it is so beautiful.

Give off a very happy and exuberant energy.

Extremely likeable people.

Views life as a stage!

Prides themselves on being a leader and delegator.

Can easily find fame or people will scout them out easily.

Also can be surrounded by alot of influential people. This helps their image if they want to be famous one day. Get to networking!!!

Can have a very nice back. Leo also rules the back.

VIRGO ASC:

Another personal take: why do so many Virgo ASC or Virgo placements have to wear glasses? That's interesting.

May have a frail looking body, but that does not mean they are sick yall.

Looks at life through a filter. Meaning, they like to hold on to valuable information that they can actually use and apply in their life.

^Yet, this can also mean that they may become too dependent on details to make decision. Don't forget to look at the bigger picture.

They love order and reason.

Thrive in intellectual pursuits. Especially if they are scientific and not philosophical.

Likes to gain rewards from their own efforts and not due to what others think. They love to listen and be assured in their own reasoning as YOU SHOULD!!!

May forget to take others' opinions into consideration.

Could come off shy and distant.

May own property in their later lives? Idk but Woolfolk mentions this and if anyone can chime in here I would be happy to hear it!

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Remus image - angst & fluff

*mostly angst with a tinsy bit of fluff

*forced marriage trope

summary: you're a Slytherin pure blood dating Remus Lupin, but your family has other plans

TW: none

A/N: any thoughts and opinions are welcomed. I'd love your reviews. Requests are open, too, if any of you are interested in that

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You're staring at the high ceiling, wide awake and way past the middle of the night. In your hands, an envelope is twitching with every move of your fingers, twisting its corners anxiously. You received it at dinner that night, the letter from your family. And wisely waited until the privacy of your room to open it. Around you, pure bloods Slytherins were sound asleep. You made sure not to let any emotion show, on your face or voice. Something everyone in between the walls of the Slytherin residence could most likely do.

You read it once. Then again and again until each word, each letter carved its mark in your brain. Carefully, you folded it back, wrapping it in the thick layer of the envelope. Despite having stopped reading it, the news your family dropped on you kept on repeat in your mind. Over and over and over. Marriage. They found you a perfect, pure blood spouse to marry. No matter that you were still in school. And only sixteen. And already having a boyfriend.

But of course, that last part might be exactly why your blood supremacist family decided to take your love life in their hands at last. For you were dating Remus Lupin, head boy of Griffindor. Involuntarily your lips moved upward at the mere thought of him. The way his soft brown hair feels under your palms when he lays his head in your lap in the afternoon – that is when you convince him to take a break from learning for a change. Your smiled deepened. The way his scarred hands stroke your face right before he leans in to kiss you. You blushed in the dark. The way his eyes sparkle after one of the Marauders notorious pranks. The way he rolls his eyes and leave a snarky comments to any Slytherin who mock your relationship and how it only masks his own fears and self doubts.

Now you were crying. You'll have to break up with him. You'll have to break up with him without bringing the marriage up. You didn't want him to think back on what could have been years after. It's better if he thinks there is no chance anymore to be with you. And you had to do it quick. News spread in the pure blood community and risking lying about your parents intention only to fool yourself a bit longer with stolen happy times was as self destructive as it can get at this point.

You slipped your body on one side. And tossed. The envelope fell off your bed. You didn't bother to pick it up. But someone did. You felt it rather than hear it, someone picking it up and placing it on your nightstand.

" 'Morning," that sweet voice you loved so much whispered. And you snapped your head towards it in shock. Only to find a very uncomfortable Remus Lupin, switching from leg to leg, smiling awkwardly at you.

"It's five in the morning." He stated before you could find your words through the foggy veil of your thoughts. "And the sunrise is about to start..." Remus went on, looking anywhere but at you.

More tears sting your eyes, threatening to slide down your cheeks and getting completely out of your control. Here he was, your perfect boyfriend, sneaking in your bedroom to take you to see the sunrise. For you, this boy defined romance and no amount of scars, secret disappearances on the full moon and mysteries surrounding it could change that. You were more than willing to give him time, let him open up to you when he feels like it. After all, he has great friends to share secrets with and you wouldn't get in between them.

Biting your lips, you closed the distance and hugged him tight. After less than a second of hesitation, Remus put his hands around you as well. You needed it, the proximity, the safety, the warmth and love. When you were sure your voice won't break, you breathed a question to him. "And how are you planning to sneak me out?"

Remus saw right through your attempt. He pulled back a little, enough to brush his fingers over your swollen face. "Have you been crying?" Worry clouded those beautiful brown eyes. You shook your head, snatching yourself from him and desperately wiping your tears. You should do it now. Tell him it's over. Spare him – and yourself – for the pain and torture of stretching it longer. It was time to face it: your relationship was doomed from the start.

But you couldn't. Not yet. Just a little more time, you bargained with yourself. Just that sunrise together. One last date. You promised to no one. So you made yourself swallow and said instead "My family," dismissing any further remarks.

Remus pulled you back into his lean body, long arms the only thing holding you together. He needed no other explanation. Thanks to that friend of his, Sirius, Remus knew exactly what those two words meant coming from a pure blood kid. He pressed a kiss on top of your head, caressing your back in soothing large circles. Voice dipped with concern, he asked "Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to distract you?"

"What about taking me to see that sunrise you mentioned and we'll figure it out from there?"

He nodded, led you to the now slightly opened window and motioned for his broom flying within reach.

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The sun beamed from between rare clouds, spread amongst a royal blue sky. Orange light crowned the ascending golden disc, fading into a soft purple and light pink at its edges. The curtain of morning mist broke the rays in matt bliss, wrapping around your entangled figures.

A wet coldness flew on with the tentative mist, but Remus planned everything ahead, it seemed. He had a wool blanket at ready, different bits and pieces of clothing, threads and patches sewed together.

"Don't tell me you picked up knotting, Moony." You didn't know when it happened, but you had taken on calling him by the silly nickname his friends did.

"No. My mother made it, actually." The scar on his lip pulled up as he patted the spot next to him. He had laid a blanket on the freshly cut grass near the Black Lake and held his mother's gift in a silent invitation.

You snuggled in, circling his waist with your arms and nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck. "Y/n!" he exclaimed, a shiver running through him at the contact with your cold skin. You sent him a grin that had nothing to do with apologies and you both snickered before turning awe filled eyes to the sunrise.

Remus let his own head lean down on your own, brown hair slightly brushing your forehead. His hand found its way to yours and as your fingers laced together he rubbed his thumb on top of your palm.

Content silence settled in. Only birds dared sing a sharp note once in a while. Your boyfriend knew how to choose a date spot, you were more than happy to give him that. The marvelous sight the sky presented doubled in the lake's still waters. Calmness washed over you. Here and now, with Remus' hand in yours, your head resting on his shoulder, everything pieced into place.

You turned your face, meeting the warn off material of his shirt and placed a kiss there. Lifting your lips upward, you kissed his exposed neck as well. Then his cheek, lingering close to his lips before stopping to murmur "I love you, Remus Lupin! So, so much."

He met your lips with his own and you were thankful he said nothing about the pang in your voice. "And I you, my darling." His glittering eyes, filled with adoration and care, were too much for your heart to bear. It was all you could do to close your eyelids tight and press into his side even more.

"Is something wrong, y/n?" Remus asked, shifting his arm to welcome your new position.

"No. Nothing. Just overwhelmed by everything I feel for you." And in a way, it was true. Not the whole truth, but as you couldn't give him that...

An unsure smiled played on your lips. He brought your face to his again, laying a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it up and made a face at him. He tried to bit back his laugh, but failed as a bundle of it escaped in a soft breath, tingling your flushed cheeks.

Remus kissed you again, this time on the bridge of your nose. Which earned him a giggle and a wide smile. Bringing your hands to his face, you cupped his cheeks and touched your noses together.

"We're missing the sunrise. And you put so much effort in this."

"Hmmm," he mused, leaning in your touch. "The sun does much of the work, to be fair." You burst in laughing at that, shaking your forehead against his.

You two traded more kisses – and then some more, bathed in the dawn light of a new day.

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"Where have you been?" You heard James Potter asked your boyfriend when you bumped in him and the rest of the Marauders in the hall.

Peter waved at you, while Sirius gave you a knowing smirk at which you rolled your eyes. Truth be told, their demand wasn't misplaced. You and Remus didn't show up at breakfast, and run late for the first class.

"Down at the lake, Prongs. I should know better than to ask for notes, right?"

"Not to worry, Moony, you didn't miss much."

You left Remus to his friends, brushing your lips to his as a form of good-bye. You headed to your room. Thoughts swirled in your mind, flying by so fast you barely registered them. You passed Narcissa and Lucius on your way. They have been married since year four, something you found very unsettling. At that time, you belittled Narcissa for not fighting off her families wishes, like her sister and cousin. But now, that you found yourself in her place? You started to understand. To understand that courage is not so easy to haul up from whatever pit it lays dormant in one's being.

So lost in thoughts, you haven't noticed the guy sitting on your bed until he spoke, voice laced with disgust. "You better kick that sorry excuse of a wizard away before we make our engagement public, honey."

You startled. "Who...?"

"Why, your new husband, of course."

"Future husband. And Remus is a fine wizard, greater than you could ever hope to be."

The stranger only rolled his eyes and huffed. "Whatever you say, honey. Just make him gone by noon. I have plans for us before the ceremony."

A ceremony that would take place in a few months, once summer blooms, you realized, dread chilling your blood in your veins. The tight line of your lips followed your betrothed until he left and swiped the door close.

Noon. Break up with Remus by noon. Make it look like it's over because there is no love anymore. Let him think you choose this smug, full of himself, brainless, boorish brute over him. It's the right course of action. So you told yourself. And so you did. Any hope for standing up against your family gone.

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Wind howling outside, rain pouring, you thought the weather mocked you. It just happened to turn gloomy and morbid all of a sudden, when you were about to break the heart of the most precious boy in the whole school. And yours too in the progress.

"Remus, can we talk for a second?"

"Sure, what is it?" He turned his whole focus on you, dropping mid conversation with his mates about whatever prank they were up to next.

"Moony!" three offended sighs followed you as you dragged Remus to a more private spot. The way he no more than waved at his friends, giving all up for you, knowing you had a bad day, strung a painful chord in your soul. You did not deserve this boy. Maybe the wedding was a good thing after all.

"Hey, y/n, talk to me," Remus whispered when you came to a halt. His fingers searched for yours, trying to turn you around to face him. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you. We'll fix it."

"No." You said, and cursed your weak voice. You still didn't face him. "No we won't fix this." You spoke again, this time with more surety, allowing a sharp edge to it.

Bless his too kind soul, he didn't balk away. Instead, he took one stop forward, resting his head on your spine and bringing his long arms around you. "Everything's gonna be fine, y/n. I promise."

It took a superhuman effort to break free of his embrace. And you finally swirled to meet his soft brown eyes. Tears rolled down, dripping from your chin, but you didn't let him comfort you. Shacking your head, you took another step back, building distance between you, as if the following words would hurt less that way.

"Everything's not gonna be fine, Remus. Not with us. Not anymore."

For a couple seconds, he stared at you, confusion painting his beautiful features. Then, realization sunk in. And in that moment, you were sure nothing could ever hurt you as badly as his pain struck expression. His parted lips, moving in vain to form words that doesn't exist. His frenzy eyes, looking all over yourself, searching for any sign of a cruel joke. For a trace that you weren't being serious. Eyes that begin to water when he found none.

But he refuse to let the tears flow. Remus led his stare to a dark, far away corner of the empty hall. Heat colored his face, a light shade of pink that not even the cool from the open window couldn't beat down. "So that's why you were distant this morning?" Your boyfriend asked, bitterly even as his voice was small, lost. "That's why you avoided me all day and didn't look me in the eye once, more than a passing moment?"

You knew better than answer. You had nothing to say anyway. "I'm sorry, Remus. I've been meaning to tell you earlier..."

A razor sharp laugh bit your words off. "But you took pity on the poor half-blood."

No, no it wasn't like that, you wanted to say. Those remained only thoughts as you wiped your face and crossed your arms to keep them from reaching out. Reaching out to him, reassure him, hug him. Whatever he believed, you'd roll with it. If he thought you an evil pure blood, then fine! You'll be that.

An image of your mother's face, lips curled in disgust at the last Quidditch match when Slytherin lost again in favor of Gryffindor, served as model for the expression you forced your own face into.

"I didn't want it to be like this. Goodbye, Remus Lupin."

You turned. And left. Just left. You kept your back straight as you walked away from the boy who tickled your heart. Who placed feather light kissed on your cheeks, and nose and forehead for days into your relationship, too shy to initiate something more without your worded agreement. The wizard who helped you with assignments, not thinking anything less of you when you weren't perfect. Who let you fall asleep in his lap at Hogwarts' few parties that you couldn't stand due to your family. This guy who gave you everything you were too afraid to dream of. And you just walked away, as if couldn't be bothered to care.

His fist thrumming once on the hallway's wall filled your ears, a sound forever carved in your brain. The thud that followed, of him sliding down on the floor you guessed, printed an image in your mind you'll pray to forget. Remus' silent sobs, though, almost made you turn around and run towards him.

You didn't so much as cast a glance back, knowing what you'll see and too much of a coward to bear it. His body shaking with crying, knees cradled to up to his chest where his chin digged in, covered by lean arms with palms crossed over his head.

His friends would find him. They'd help him. Remus will move over and forget you. Each sentence was another step. Each step, another crack in your heart. By the time you reached your room, collapsed in your bed and twisted in a similar position to your boyfriend's – ex boyfriend. It made you understand, showed you far too clearly why he'd sit like that. The pure devastation and despair, the attempt to contain a hollowness within, to replace a part where a whole, happy heart used to beat.

You broke Remus Lupin's heart. And yours was just as shattered. And there was no going back from it now.

PART 2

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