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[s7my]

☾⋆｡° WHAT YOUR MOON PHASE SAYS ABOUT YOU 🫵🏻

being born under a certain moon phase shows how you feel things, handle emotions, and go through life. it helps explain how you grow, deal with change, and what kinds of moments shape you the most 🌜

to find out which moon phase you were born under, here’s a simple way: first, get your birth date, then use a moon phase calculator — search for “moon phase on [your birth date]” or use sites like “yourmoonphase.com”

🌑 new moon

people born under a new moon feel like fresh starts in human form. they often carry this innocent, curious energy, like they’re always beginning something new or stepping into unknown territory. they’re instinctive, emotionally driven, and might not always know why they feel something. they just do. life tends to push them into situations where they have to learn by doing, even if it means starting from scratch over and over. they’re wired for initiation: first loves, bold ideas, trailblazing paths. emotionally, they might be more private or internal, but there’s a quiet intensity that pulls people in. they’re here to create beginnings, not follow what already exists.

🌒 waxing crescent

these people are dreamers, but with an edge. they’re fueled by the tension between “where i am” and “where i wanna be” so there’s always this soft urgency in their vibe. they’re full of potential and lowkey obsessed with growth: learning, improving, becoming. life often puts them in roles where they need to believe in something bigger than themselves. their emotional world is hopeful, but sometimes scattered; they crave reassurance but also space to figure things out. people are drawn to their idealism and quiet ambition, even if they don’t always shout it. the transformative energy is strong here. they’re not who they used to be, and they won’t stay who they are now for long.

🌓 first quarter

first quarter moon people come with a built-in fight. they live in the tension between what they feel and what they’re doing, so they’re constantly being pushed to act. they often come off strong-willed, passionate, and restless. they want change, and they want it now. life throws them challenges early on to build resilience and grit. emotionally, they can feel torn, caught between comfort and risk, but they’re very brave and keep showing up anyway. they’re the ones who take leaps even when they’re scared. people admire their boldness, though they might not always get how sensitive they really are underneath.

🌔 waxing gibbous

born under a waxing gibbous moon, these people have this deep internal pressure to perfect things. not in a superficial way, but like, “how can i make this better, deeper, truer?” they have a natural gift for seeing what’s almost there, and that makes them amazing at building, fixing, or refining. they’re emotionally deep, super reflective, and often get stuck in cycles of self-improvement. life tends to test their patience and faith in themselves. they’re the ones always searching for meaning behind the mess. people find their wisdom and attentiveness magnetic. they give “i see you” energy, and it’s powerful without being loud.

🌕 full moon

full moon people are walking contradictions, and they own it. they carry both light and shadow so visibly that it’s impossible not to notice them. emotionally expressive and highly relational, they often learn who they are through mirrors: friends, partners, and even enemies. life brings them intense relationships and moments of truth that push them to integrate their inner world with their outer reality. they might struggle with clarity in their early life but eventually become truth-seekers, bridge-builders, or natural therapists. people are drawn to their raw honesty and emotional insight, even when it’s messy. their presence is powerful. they reflect what others are scared to see in themselves.

🌖 waning gibbous

these souls are wise and generous, often feeling older than their age. they’re here to teach, not necessarily as formal teachers, but through storytelling, insight, and emotional truth. they’ve seen some sht, and they turn that pain into something useful. emotionally, they’re deep but not overly dramatic. they’ve already worked through a lot and want to help others do the same. life often puts them in supportive or mentorship roles, and people naturally open up around them. they might struggle with being “too available” or drained, but their heart is huge. their vibe is calm, knowing, and comforting, like someone who’s been through the fire and made it out.

🌗 last quarter

last quarter moon people have major “old soul” energy. they’re not here to follow the crowd; they’re here to break cycles, release what no longer works, and rewrite emotional patterns that go back generations. they often go through deep internal transformations and might feel like they don’t quite fit in with others. life pushes them to let go, forgive, or detach from things that used to define them. emotionally, they can seem distant or hard to read, but there’s a storm of insight under the surface. they carry wisdom through silence, and their energy is felt more than heard. people find them mysterious, thoughtful, and deeply impactful, like they’re always on the edge of something bigger.

🌘 waning crescent

born under the dark moon, these people are here to wrap things up, not just in their own life, but karmically. they might feel like they’ve lived many lives in one and tend to carry heavy emotional wisdom. they’re dreamy, introspective, and often need solitude to process their feelings. life gives them spiritual themes early on, like grief, endings, intuition, and they come out of it with a powerful softness. emotionally, they are like mystics or artists; they don’t always explain their feelings in words but express them through energy, creativity, or presence. people are drawn to their quiet depth and the sense that they “just know” things. they’re not here to chase attention, but instead they’re here to find peace.

thanks for reading <3 @s7my

[pygmalimoon]

The way to you 🌕🌖🌓🌒🌑🌘🌗🌔

Gift from my friend ZheZhiLong

[lunarmoonanons]

Fatherhood

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Maegor may say he's a father but his actions don't match his words.

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Maegor was not a present father with all of his children. He loved them, if what you called what he felt for his children love. Truthfully he felt that they were his possessions. Demanding in his mind that they owed him their love and affection because he was their father. And because he felt that he did not need to show outwardly affection to his children he could leave that coddling to their mother. He wanted his sons strong and his daughter pliant.

 All save for Visenya ii, whom he lavished with gifts and affection. His mother demanded when the girl was old enough that she should learn the sword as her namesake did. And truthfully, he noticed that his eldest daughter was more adept with a blade than his sons. But not only did he allow her to train with a sword, but he had dresses and pants made for her. Whenever she wanted to have something he would give it to her. But his spoiling did not spoil her attitude. She was very close with her siblings and would share things with them. 

All his children were close with each other. Maegor ii was especially close with his younger twin sisters, Aegon ii was very close with his youngest brother Laenyx, the boy twins were inseparable, and all the children doted on Daela. They were a very tight unit. More so than their father ever was with his own brother. 

Today he heard wondrous news for his youngest daughter. Her cradle egg had hatched. Just months after she had her second nameday a deep purple dragon hatched from a golden egg. He made his way to his children’s wing of the castle. Intending to inspect this young dragon for himself. As he made his way toward the room his youngest was in, he heard laughter from the room. Multiple voices came from the room, and he surmised that his children were spending time together. He entered the room, noticing his children were surrounding their youngest sister. Not all his children were here, Laenyx seemed to be absent as well as Rhaegar and Malor. Maegor ii sat with Daela in his lap, the toddler holding her dragon in her arms. Aegon ii way laying on the ground on his side as Baela leant her head against his stomach. Visenya ii sat next to Rhaenys and was looking at the drawing she made. None of them noticed him, they were all focused on each other. 

“It is a lovely dragon, Daela. You must name it something just as lovely.” Maegor ii said, giving his sister a kiss on top her silver gold head. 

“Pretty.” Daela said. The children had already noticed by now that Daela was not much of a talker. If she said anything at all it would be one word. 

“Who is this man you drew, Anna?” Visenya ii asked, using her sister’s middle name their mother gave her.  

“He is the father in my dreams. The one I really want.” Rhaenys explained, touching the drawing with gentle fingers. 

“Do you not like the father we have now?” Aegon ii asked cooly. Playing slightly with Baela’s hair. 

“It’s not that. It’s the fact I have no father or father figure now. I am only with a mother.” Rhaenys explained sadly. Her siblings were sympathetic, but her father who stood at the door was angry. If she did not see him as her father than she did not give him her love. He chose not to remember that he did not usually care about his daughters that were not Visenya ii. 

“How can you say this Rhaenys?! Have I not sheltered you? Have I not helped to give you life? Have I not been there your entire life?” He asked incredulously. His hypocrisy only seen by his children. 

They were startled that he was in the doorway. Listening to their conversation. For the last few days, since he had taken their cousin Viserys as prisoner, they had avoided him. Plotting against their father. Maegor ii held Daela closer, Visenya ii covered Rhaenys’ eyes with her palm as she held her to her body. But Aegon ii had no patience for his father. With anger in his eyes, he got up from the floor and stood in front of his sister Baela, who held his pant leg in worry. 

“Please. You’re no father. What relationship do you have with my sisters? What do you even know about any of us?” Aegon ii asked. 

“I am your father. You will show me respect.” Maegor demanded. Not liking how his son stared at him in fury. 

“You are only my sire. Only all of our sires.” Aegon ii said. Stepping toward his father as Baela held tighter on his pant leg. “Who does Maegor go to when he is upset? Why does Rhaegar want to paint? What is Baela’s favorite lullaby? What did Rhaenys name her falcon?”

Aegon ii smirked at the face his father gave him. Pleased with the anger brewing in his father. With one more question he pissed off his father further. “What are our middle names? The names we call each other in secret?” 

Maegor stomped toward his son. Getting close and towering over the boy, who showed no fear as he smirked that knowing smirk at him. He raised his fist and socked the boy across the face, right in the cheek. It shoved the boy to the ground, but after spitting out a little blood the boy still held that smirk across his face as Baela cried holding her brother. Visenya ii stood up quickly and got between her father and her brother. Frowning and holding her hand up. 

“Go, father. You’ve spoiled the morning. Leave.” Visenya ii demanded. Maegor looked down at his daughter, his fury not subsiding as he stared. He swallowed and left the room. Slamming the door behind him. 

He needed to rant about this to someone. His mother was gone, and he did not care enough to vent to his other wives. 

“Can you believe it? Rhaenys said she is without a father figure! I’ve been there her entire life! And she…” Maegor raged. Storming into his wife’s room. Expecting her to placate him with sweet words and she used to do.

But recently something had come over her. Ever since she stood up to him for attempting to beat sense in their sons, she had grown a solid enough backbone.

So YN simply looked up from her book for a second then went back to her book. Letting out a quiet but firm “Mhm.” Resting her cheek on her fist. Not looking up at her husband. That only frustrated him more.

He raved for about another minute, his loud voice interrupting her reading. So she bookmarked her page, then set down her book and set a hard stare at him.

“Do you want me to say what you want or what I think?” She asked.

“I ask you to be truthful.”

“Then, truthfully, You are a stranger to my daughter. You have never been close to her and you will never be close with her or any of my children. You may be somewhat close to Visenya but ultimately you will lose her too. You are the most poor excuse for a father that I’ve ever seen and you are no father to my children.” She said bravely.

“I am their father. I may not be a close and caring father but my children-“

“Your children?!” She laughed and stood up. “You’ve no right to call them your children. You’re a poor excuse for a man and father.”

“Be careful of what you say.” He gritted out.

“Or what? You’ll beat me? Of course you will. That’s all you’re good for. Your own father saw what you were.” She snapped.

“And what is that?”

“A pathetic little boy who only knows how to break things rather than love. It’s no wonder your mother preferred me to you.” She whispered.

He raised his hand ready to strike her but stopped before his hand could contact her face. His face was twisted with anger. And hate at the truth she spoke.

“That’s what I thought. Now leave.” She demanded and went back to her book. Not looking at him again.

He clenched his fist and turned away. Storming out of the room.  He knew she was right.

She always was.

So he stomped through his castle as he tried to quell his anger. Thinking he had to punish someone. And his thoughts turned to the child he held captive. Viserys. He needed to hurt someone and that boy was the weakest person he could take his anger out on. 

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Aegon ii sat upon his bed as Visenya ii held a cool cloth to his bruised cheek. Maegor ii two paced their room and bit his thumb. He knew they were in hot water. But they couldn’t give their intentions away so quick. He had to make sure his brother couldn’t get into any more fights with their father. 

“That was too close. What if you said something about our plan? What is something happened?” Maegor ii asked. 

“Something did happen! Father punched Camren!” Visenya ii said, using her brother’s middle name. 

“I know that Louella! But if father figured out what we decided then-” 

“Father won’t figure it out, Colin. He already knows I don’t like him. You need to be less worried. Have you asked Anna about the plants?” Aegon ii said. He was talking about Rhaenys. She knew the most about plants from their mother. If they wanted to poison their father, then she was the one to go to. 

“She won’t understand.” Maegor ii said. 

“Then don’t say the whole truth. We are getting mother free. And we are doing it soon.” Aegon ii said. They were planning the most horrid thing in Westeros. Kinslaying. But they would do anything to free their mother. Even the worst thing. 

@gulnarsultan

[dearly-somber]

Birthday Boy | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. tooth rotting domestic fluff, birthday celebration, found-family, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 846

-> warnings. Kinda suggestive at the start 😭👍🏻

-> a/n. Self-indulgent birthday JK fic <33

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 09:41

-> fin. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 16:55

-> edited. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 18:46

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn, @saradika-graphics

Jungkook wakes to the unmistakable feel of your lips around his earlobe.

“Mmng…”

Your giggles tickle his ear as you trail your lips over the underside of his jaw, dotting wet little kisses all across his throat. “Morning.”

Jungkook hums appreciatively, tilting his head back for easier access, his hands making their way to your hips when you give his Adam’s apple a sweet little nip.

“Bunny,” he mumbles, forcing himself to slow-blink his eyes open.

“Mm?” You kiss him (finally), gently pulling his lower lip between your teeth before leaning back down to press your foreheads together, mouths a hairsbreadth apart.

This is Jungkook’s favorite thing, he thinks. He wishes he could stay in bed with you forever… but, knowing you, you definitely had something a little extra prepared.

He smiles into your mouth, giving you a quick peck before leaning up to nuzzle against your cheek. “G’morning,” he sighs contentedly.

You giggle again, using his chest to push yourself up into a sitting position. “Sleep well?”

He nods, laughing when you smooth over his hair with your hands, cupping and squeezing his cheeks together while growling about your cuteness-aggression.

“Thank you,” he mutters through forced duck-lips, rubbing gentle circles against your exposed hips.

You frown. “For?”

“Gift,” he says. “Waking up like this…”

You scoff, gently smacking his chest before swinging your legs over the side of the bed like you’re dismounting a horse, pulling your (his) shirt down over your stomach so it rests across your thighs. “Idiot. This is a cherry on top.”

You walk across the room, rummaging around the drawer for a pair of shorts. “Get up and get ready.”

Jungkook frowns as he sits up, picking the sand from the corners of his eyes. “Huh?”

“We’re going shopping.”

“Isn’t that something you’d wanna do for your birthday?”

“Har-har, babe. Very funny.”

Jungkook grins, watching you with sparkling eyes as you come back to him, grabbing his jaw between your fingers and giving his puckered lips a firm smooch. “I got us tickets to Deadpool and Wolverine.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

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“The Honda Odyssey fucked hard,” Jungkook gushes, swinging your hands back and forth as he takes a bite out of his ice cream.

You laugh fondly, biting into your sweet sugary cone. “The choreography was phenomenal,” you agree.

“Right?! Ugh—“ He kisses your cheek, pulling away with a cute little mwah that makes you involuntarily smile. “Thank you so much for today. Seriously. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” He smiles and squeezes your intertwined hands, taking another bite out of his ice cream.

“Always, Kook.”

He briefly lets go of your hand to reach into your back pocket for the apartment keys, twisting it in the lock and pushing it open while trying to catch the melting ice cream on his tongue, giving you a sly grin over his shoulder.

“Although, I might have one other thing in mind for tonight—“

“Surprise!”

Jungkook flinches in surprise as the apartment lights flash on, party streamers flying across the room as the pack come jumping out behind every nook and cranny they managed to squeeze themselves into.

“Happy birthday, brat,” Jennie grabs Jungkook by his neck and digs her knuckles into his head, laughing as Rosé pulls her off so she and Lisa can wrap their arms around him.

Jisoo fondly shakes her head, giving the younger girls a chance to finish greeting their maknae before hugging him herself, followed quickly by Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok who all collectively dogpile Jungkook (so much so that he nearly falls over).

You laugh as you close the door behind you, watching with a burning heart as the pack envelop him in their arms, loud and rowdy and full of love.

“Yah! Make room, you rascals! Stop hogging my son!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, the tears that’d been slowly building in the corners of his eyes finally flowing down his cheeks at the sight of his mom and dad.

“Eomma,” he whispers, falling into her arms as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, cooing at him like all mothers do.

He pulls away and grasps onto his dad’s shoulder as his mom wipes at his tears, scolding him for making her emotional. “Appa,” he sniffles, hugging them both again, his dad laughing as he tries not to cry himself.

They hadn’t been able to see each other in months, and Jungkook had seemed so sad when they said they wouldn’t be able to make it. You couldn’t let that happen, so you pulled a few strings to get them off work and up to Seoul.

You can’t help the strong pulling sensation in your chest, your love for this family so close to spraying out of you in a wave of bright, iridescent light.

And despite the tears streaking across his cheeks, Jungkook’s happiness radiates like a sun radiates heat—strong and all encompassing.

He looks at you over his father’s shoulder, a tearful, loving smile on his face. Thank you, he mouths. I love you.

I love you, you whisper.

Happy birthday.

[reallyromealone]

Ganon omegaverse 3

Fandom: the legend of zelda

Warnings: omegaverse, male reader, Zelda isn't good in this

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(name) wasn't sure what to do, with these new freedoms he previously lacked back at Hyrule Castle, Ganon letting him wander around the palace AND THE CITY! With guards of course but still! He wasn't allowed to leave the grounds back home... Well he supposed this would be his home now.

That was something to get used to, things he was noticing back with his sister that left a sour taste in his mouth...

Why did she do what she did?

Why did she lock him away the way she did?

(Name) didn't know if he would get the answers he wanted to know or at least honest ones...

"Over the years we have expanded the town, it's not as big as Hyrule Castle town but it is impressive on its own" a guard explained as she showed him around the merchants row, before the palace entrance that surprised (name) at how accessible it was "unlike Hyrule Castle, we firmly believe the people should not be barred from visiting the palace-- of course there's times where it's not possible such at night but closing the palace from its people seems unreasonable to us"

"We believe in transparency to the people, of course they can't go anywhere they want in the palace but they are welcome to visit the throne room or see the public areas with the understanding of respect"

(Name) was fascinated by this information, the palace he knew was very closed off and from what he knew, very different from the rest of the kingdom in terms of wealth, the valley was much more forgiving and attentive to their people.

Zelda was a good queen, he knew this but he also knew she often focused on her own adventures and left the responsibilities to her second in command.

"There's so much I must learn..."

"And you will in time, you will have the rest of your life to learn" (name) nodded as he was slowly brought to the private dining area, unlike back home it wasn't stiff and cold, regal still but it felt....warm.

There was a low table with many bowls and plates with delicious looking foods as Ganon waited for his fiance to join him "how was your day, my star?" Ganon had grown to call (name) pet names, my beloved, my star... Many sweet words that made (name) flustered, his body warm with each sweet word.

"We went throughout the city today, one of the vendor ladies gave me this! I tried to pay her but she refused, she said "a gift to our future queen" the piece in question was one the made Ganon nearly blush, it was a fertility amulet.

"It looks very lovely on you" Ganon said as he led the Omega to sit in his lap, the Hylian dwarfing in comparison as they began eating, (name) finding he quite enjoyed spicy foods that the desert offered "try this!" Ganon already knew what all the foods presented tasted like but gave into his mates whims, eating the food presenting "very good, my love" his words rumbled through (name)s body, Ganon liked having his omega perched in his lap, so small and cute...

Ganon liked having (name) accompanying him during his royal business, include him on things and let him know how things worked And have an intimate knowledge in Ganons life.

"Our trade routes should alternate to this come winter months" Uberosa pointed to the map, an alternative map to get to the Bazaar "the merchants coming from the east have been notified through notices at inns and ranches" she explained as (name) looked curiously at the large map "This will also be the route we take for the wedding, I assume?" The concept of the wedding was both nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time, to think they should have been married for much longe...

Ganon gently pumped out pharamones as to calm the Omega, knowing he was nervous about his sister but Ganon knew she wouldn't try anything as to not disrupt the peace.

Going to war with the Guredo was a death wish after all.

"The wedding will be held at the temple of time now that it's been restored" Uberosa pointed to the map and (name) seemed excited, having never gotten to see it repaired.

Ganon worried (name) would grow bored when Ganon had to leave him, but the Alpha was pleasantly surprised to see (name) helping the teachers with the pups, the little girls wanting (name) to play with them the second they saw him as he was the only Voe outside of Ganon himself who they were allowed to look at, omegas were always deemed safe to the Guredo people.

"He will make a fine dam, brother" Uberosa said as Ganon gazed from a window, a soft look on his face "he will raise wonderful children if they get his attitude... God help if they turn out like you" the elder teased as Ganon huffed with false annoyance "he will be wonderful"

"Any word from the princess?"

"She's been quiet, she made many people upset with her actions and is most definitely doing damage control" he said methodically and Uberosa laughed slightly "she could have started a war, thankfully her brother is less selfish"

"His priority is always those around him, like a true Omega"

"You better spoil him to make sure he cares for himself"

"I already have things on the way"

Ganons clothes were going missing, mainly his shirts, thankfully he had an abundance due to needing to change from the heat.

Something Ganon took notice of was that (name) hadn't started nesting while here, weeks passing and the Omega seemed nervous when offered nesting materials "I-im allowed...?"

"Why wouldn't you be allowed, little one?" Uberosa asked the other who bit his lip, Ganon having a bad taste in his mouth as (name)s words confirmed his suspicions "w-wouldnt it be an inconvenience? I'm a royal Omega, it's unsightly for us to nest, no?"

"(Name), nesting is a basic instinct for all omegas, it doesn't matter what status you are, not nesting can affect your physical and mental wellness" Uberosa knelt down to the sitting Omega who seemed uncomfortable "I... I just don't want to inconvenience you all with my Omegan problems..."

"You have never and will never be a problem to us" Ganon was serious as he was half ready to start war over this but knew better, soon (name) will never have to deal with that again, he would be free to do as he pleased.

It took another week for (name) to try and make a nest, shy and nervous about it though happy Ganon gave him a spare room connecting to the bedroom "such a beautiful nest my Star" Ganon comforted (name) who looked at him for approval, his mood something new to Ganon compared to the others he was used to "we will get you even more nesting materials if you desire" he would have the finest materials sourced for his mate, anything for him.

[hotchs-big-hands]

dbf!hotch gifts reader a nannycam for their room. Fun ensues. Send tweet.

(basically reader being a camgirl but for hotchy’s eyes only) 😩

Okay okay I have to get this out FIRST like you don't understand this makes me fucking BARK ROME your mind is literally stunning babe OKAY LETS GO

Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

NSFW minors dni please!

Warning(s): consensual voyeurism, daddy kink, masturbation, just smut LMAO it's so filthy!! Also changes to Aaron's perspective after first break.

Should probably note idk exactly how nannycams work I just did some reading up and I'm sort of basing off that. Anyway, ENJOY!

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There it sat on the pristine dining table of your father's friend. A small, black cube no bigger than a dice awaited your response to its presence. Your eyes flicked to the man who had just placed it in front of you with a smirk, and you bit your lip.

"This is..."

Aaron raised a brow, the smirk growing.

"A little camera for you to place in your bedroom. Do you like it, sweetheart?" He said gently. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes returned to the tiny nannycam.

"Holy shit..." You felt heat rising in your face and burning in your abdomen. "I do, yes. Thank you, Aaron."

Aaron cupped the back of your head with his hand and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"This, pretty thing, is so I can check in on you when I'm away with work. You understand, right?"

He was close to your face, his eyes focusing on your bitten lip. You moved to straddle his hips and his hands were immediately on your thighs, squeezing them possessively. A little hum reverberated from you as you nodded at him and you placed your hands on his firm chest to help balance yourself as you shifted around on his lap.

"Mmh... come by mine later so you can help me set it up?" You asked sweetly, batting your eyelids innocently at him. He chuckled and the hands slid round to your ass and firmly gripped onto the flesh there.

"Of course, sweetheart. Gotta make sure it's working, after all."

Yes, much later in the day did you both finally make it to your home and set up the little camera on a shelf attached to the wall, cushioned between some ornaments. And the rest of the evening was spent "testing" the angle of the camera out with a feed linked to Aaron's phone. When you eventually collapsed against the pillows together, entangled and breathing heavily, your mind wandered to the possibilities you had to have a bit of fun whilst your lover was away. A tired, but excited smile pulled at your face as you snuggled into his bare chest and you drifted off to sleep.

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Three days had passed by after Aaron gifted you the little camera, and in that time he had, of course, been pulled away on a case. He hadn't yet had a spare moment to check in with you to ask if you were okay with him watching (he had made it clear that he wouldn't look unless you specifically said it was okay to do so) and admittedly, he was a little frustrated as a result. But work called, he had to focus on the current case instead. However, all was about to change with a simple text from you.

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Sweetheart❤: How's everything going? xx

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Aaron raised a brow as he stared at the text. You didn't normally contact him whilst he was working. He stepped away from the rest of his team for a moment to respond.

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Me: As well as the average case goes. Are you alright? X

Sweetheart❤️: I'm heading to bed now, but I'm not very sleepy...

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He felt himself tense a little, swallowing as he felt himself twitch in his slacks. He eyed his surroundings before he began to type.

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Me: Sweet thing, you've got to try and get some rest, yeah? X

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Moments later a photo came through from you, Aaron's breath hitched at the compromising position you were in, biting your lip and looking at the camera seductively.

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Sweetheart❤️: Guess you'd better check your footage later then 😇

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He quickly moved to press his back against a wall and typed furiously, slacks tightening.

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Me: You really think you can just tease daddy like this and not be punished when I return?

Sweetheart❤️: Gn, daddy 🥰 xx

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Aaron groaned quietly and pocketed his phone, glancing down at his crotch and willing the slight bulge to disappear. You were in so much trouble when he finally returned home, but he had to admit he was eager to return to his hotel room that night to see what you'd been up to. With a sharp exhale out of his nose he slowly returned to the room to continue working on the case.

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Driving at the speed limit couldn't have been harder for Aaron than right now, desperate to make it back to the hotel and lock himself in his room. He knew the others could tell he was extremely tense and chalking it up to the difficult case, which admittedly, he was stressed out about, but he hadn't been able to keep you or the implications of your earlier messages out of his mind for the rest of the day.

So when he finally pulled into the hotel parking lot with Spencer and Derek in the car with him, he couldn't slam his door fast enough nor rush off into the hotel. He even took the stairs, two steps at a time, so he could get there quicker than waiting for an elevator. Finally. With his door locked his jacket and tie were quickly removed and his shoes toed off at the door, he crossed the room to the bed and he settled down on the edge of it and pulled his phone out.

He was eager, almost embarrassingly so but he didn't care. His thumb hovered over the app that was linked to the nannycam; his slacks were uncomfortably tight already. With a quiet exhale, he unbuckled his belt to give himself a brief sense of relief, then he clicked the app icon.

He remembered the estimated time you'd messaged him, scrolling through the footage from within the 12 hours of the day in the timezone you were in. Most of it was blank, obviously you'd been out for the day, but he slowed down the progress when your figure appeared, entering and leaving the room as you went about your evening. He smiled slightly in complete adoration of you, there was something so serene about watching you going about your time, a part of him secretly wishing he could witness all of it someday.

His thoughts were brought to a halt when you entered your bedroom dressed in a fluffy towel, having just returned from a shower. He shifted on the bed, settling back further as his eyes stared at the screen. At first, your back was to the camera when you unwound the towel from your body. Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, wishing you would turn around. Then you did. Casually, you began drying your body off, dragging the fabric down your arms and across your neck. You paused, a little smile spread across your face and you moved the towel slower down your body.

His eyes followed the movement of your hand on the fabric, drifting down your chest and lingering. A deliberate, light brush against your nipples, then slowly drifting lower down your body. Tauntingly, you covered your crotch and Aaron groaned, holding his phone in his right hand whilst his left slid down to squeeze the growing bulge in his dress pants. You knew how he felt about you teasing him given you'd been punished for it already recently, brought to a point of begging him through tears to let you cum, to feel his cock inside you. Just the memory of it only made him strain against the fabric of his trousers more, so he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zipper down, a quiet grunt escaping him at the release in tension. His hand slipped inside, palming his cock over his boxers.

In the footage, you'd turned from the camera again and bent over to dry your legs, giving him a full view of your ass to him.

"Nngh, fuck." Aaron hissed, squeezing himself tighter. You walked out of frame, seemingly to hang the towel up to dry, but when you returned to the frame you were still in all your naked glory and there was no indication of that changing anytime soon. His eyes widened when you pulled open your bedside drawer and from it you took out one of his button down shirts, but his brow raised when you also picked up a small bottle, one that he knew very well.

"Oh, you naughty thing..." He whispered as you spritzed his cologne he thought he had misplaced a few weeks ago over the shirt he must have left behind at some point. You placed the bottle back into the drawer and held the shirt to your nose, climbing onto the bed to kneel, eyes closed as you inhaled deeply. Aaron groaned again quietly. He didn't know you did this, he would have to ask you if you did it all the time. It made him feel good to be so desired as this, he never expected anyone to want him as much as you clearly did. His cock was painfully hard now, and he pulled it from the top of his underwear with a hiss. The rosy red tip was already glistening with precum, he smeared it with his thumb and dragged it down the impressive shaft with a deep exhale.

Holding onto the shirt, you slowly pulled it down your body, rolling your hips as you brushed across your nipples again. And then, to Aaron's utter surprise, you moved the shirt down to your crotch and began to grind into it. He shuddered, cock twitching in his hand at the scene. You moved to the end of the bed, shirt still rubbing against your crotch, and knelt down, head against the bed with your ass angled towards the camera's general direction. Aaron swore under his breath as he began to slide his hand up and down his cock, squeezing his tip and using the precum that continued to leak out to lube himself. You were laying on top of the shirt, hand between your spread thighs as you touched yourself. Oh, how he wished he could hear your sounds right now.

He could imagine himself touching you in this position, teasing you as he rubbed his cock against your entrance. He wanted you to always have your face shoved against one of his shirts from now on, picturing you biting into it with every caress of his fingers or cock.

Your hips swayed and shuddered forward, your hand moving faster as you masturbated. Aaron moved his hand faster on his cock, thrusting up into his hand eagerly in time with your movements. He could tell you were close in the video, body shaking and back arching, it brought him closer to cumming as well. His chest heaved as he moaned, hips bucking when he watched you finally cum hard, staining his shirt no doubt, and pushing yourself until you collapsed, boneless. Not a moment sooner, Aaron groaned deeply as his cock shot rope, after rope of cum onto his hand and clothed chest. Slightly shaky, he quickly snapped a photo from his torso downward, hand still gripping his sensitive cock, and sent it to you.

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Me: Sweetheart, look what you've done to me. I'll be having a word with you about taking my cologne...

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Once the text was sent, Aaron let the phone drop onto the mattress beside him and groaned. His cock twitched in his hand, still aroused. He grimaced, knowing he needed to take a shower and shove his soiled clothes in the bottom of his bag. And so sluggishly, he forced himself to stand and make his way to the shower room.

When the new morning would come round, you'd wake up to more than just a picture.

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AWOOGA OKAY thank you so so so much for reading !! I hope this was kinda what you were thinking of babes, but I could defo expand on this in future tho should the demand be there 👀

Taglist: @cr1minalskies @modern-mermaid @aaronhotchnersgirlfriend @aaronhotchswife @crimeshowjunkie @igotanidea @gogococopuffs @prentissesredtanktop @howabouticallyou @lalalove-56 @constantwritingblock @boredelle @powerlvr25 @idkbubs @mrs-ssa-hotch @emptybagofchips77 @yourmomsmilfmistress @jesuisbenny @nplumb22 @supercriminalbean @elijahmikaelsonbitch @wowzabowza69 @frostingway @simpingfortoomanypeople @munsonsposts @spenciesprincess @creepysweetie @bruhhvv @regulus-black-223048 @brasspistol @0nex-is-dead0 @livingdeadmak @myescapefromthislife @sebastiansstanswhore @bumblebea-xo @hangmandruigandmav @sareim123122 @magical-spit

[studiovlinderdas]

🌔Fear & Hunger 2: Termina🌖 I think I already said I would make some of the Moonscorched Enemies too, but hadn't yet posted any~!! Dysmorphia, Gentleman and of course Pocketcat~!! I'm not going to make every Moonscorch, as that would just be a bit too much space on the button board, Gentleman alone was already a gift for someone particular, otherwise it'd be just too designs -w-;; Eventually, I will go back to making Chonky Animals and such, I swear -w-;;

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Rayllum Month Day 1 - Thinking of You Under Every Full Moon

Wrote this quick angsty ficlet for today’s prompt! It’s set during S4 episode 1 during Callum’s birthday party before Ezran went out to the balcony to check on him and simultaneously right after Chasing Shadows leading up to the Rayllum reunion. I hope you like it 😊🌕

Callum stood in the balcony away from all of the music and chatter from the party. His eyes were locked on the almost-full moon up in the sky. All he could think about… was her.

It’s been exactly two years since he woke up only to find that dreadful letter she left him. She was gone and she told him not to follow or look for her. What was supposed to be his first birthday with her in his life turned into a day filled with heartbreak and agony. It’s been that way his last birthday, and this one as well.

Staring at the bright moon in the sky, he wondered. Was she looking at it now too? Was she still thinking of him? What did she look like? Did she get taller and was she still taller than him? Did her beautiful silvery hair grow longer? So many thoughts dwelled in his head as he stared at the bright glowing ball in the sky.

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It’s been days since Rayla left Scumport, after she decided she was going back home. Not the Silvergrove, Katolis. Today was his birthday. The day she wrote him the letter telling him of her gift. Her gift of protecting him from any harm coming to him. From even the slightest possibility of Viren hurting him like he hurt her parents. But she still failed. She couldn’t find him or Claudia anywhere and now she was going back to Katolis despite her failure. She didn’t know what to think or how to feel. On one hand, she was excited to see Callum again, but on the other hand, after two years of leaving him for this mission that she ended up failing in, she knew that he wouldn’t react to seeing her with hugs and kisses.

She looked up at the moon, it was only a few days until it was full. It was also a few days until she would finally see him again. She knew for a fact that he would be looking at the moon right now. For her, looking at it was like looking at what finally lied ahead. Seeing him for the first time in two years. Her heart grew heavy as she thought about what he might be going through at the moment. All she could think about, was how will she start a conversation with him after all this time? How will she explain to him that she failed to find the very dark mage she was protecting him from? How can she make things right with him and ease the hurt she caused him?

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It was finally the night of the full moon, Rayla looked up it as a slight breeze blew against her face. She took a deep breath, then she went into her near-invisible Moonshadow form. She tucked Stella in her hood and made sure she was holding on tight. She then drew out her butterfly blades, threw herself against the castle walls, and began climbing up, bracing herself for the moment to come.

Aaaaand that’s all! Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you liked it 😊 I know the moon wasn’t entirely full in this ep but the scene where Ezran and Callum were talking about Rayla and looking at the moon really inspired me to write this. Aaaand I included a teeny bit of the full moon towards the end haha! Credit for the idea of using the moon emojis as dividers goes to @a-very-sparkly-nerd 🙌🏽 I highly recommend reading their amazing fic for today on their blog 😁 Thanks again and happy Rayllum Month 🙌🏽💙❤️🌙💜💚

[ppt-aggressiveseamold]

🌔INTRODUCTION POST! 🌖

Hello, my name is CITYGRAPES (w/ caps lock) or Aggressive Sea Mold! I'm 16 years old teen.

Main blog is @aggressiveseamold.

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Please, DNI if:

• You support pedo, zoo and other gross stuff!

Please, remember that:

•You cannot be heavy inspired/copy/steal my artwork/artstyle! Don't use my references/arts as pfp.

•My blog, although it is of a mild nature, is still 16+! You have been warned.

•BUT you can upload/dub any of my arts/comics (except the same refs of ORIGINAL characters) only with my credits!

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Some silly info, let's gooo.

She/her only. This blog is English-speaking, but this isn't my native language tbh.

I don't mind if you DM me! And I’m also not against mutual ppl.

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Q&A:

What about your AU?

• In fact, it's still in development. But I want to say that events deviate from the original chapter. Here, all the Smiling Critters are alive, but they are overcoming some difficulties, hehehe.

What do your designs look like?

•Here we go! Let's say that clothes are opt. But I'll recommend you to draw it!

Will you be doing redesigns for other characters as well?

•Why of course! I would like to redesign Mommy Long Legs best of all!

Are you okay w/ people drawing gifts or you ocs for you?

•Why are you even asking?! OH MY, OF COURSE! I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOUR ARTWORKS!!! 🫴💗

[artemis-potnia-theron]

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Praise to the Light-Bringer and Divine Night-Wandering Huntress, Mistress Artemis Soteira...

If I have ever honored you with gifts of your great bounty or pleased you with my eternal reverence, most blessed and beautiful queen of beasts...

I beg your fire-eyed protection and soul-soothing presence, and I pray for a place in your heart, for you are the eternal keeper of mine.

Khaire, my Lady 🌙🦌🏹

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[moonboundbooks]

🌔 Midnight Sun 🌖

By @stephenie_meyers . Rebound as a Christmas gift for my niece! Inlayed red "sun" red metallic foil htv and glossy black htv. 3 piece bradel. Special appearance by lint!

[philipforscale]

ALSO thank you @ the person who gifted me the moon phases icon its SO CUTE everytime i look at my posts i go 🫨💖���🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘💖🫨

[moomoorare]

SOMONE GIFTED ME THE MOON STICKER?? THATS A THING?? OHHHH THANK YOUUU MY GOD I LOVE HERRR MH GIRLFRIEND 🌕🌖🌘🌑🌓🌔🌒🌙🌖

[lunarmoonanons]

Flower Bud

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Would he take a child?

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Masterlist

He had more wives than he needed. He didn’t need another one, much less her. Alys was dead, Ceryse was dead, Tyanna kept to the shadows, and the black brides were left in a constant state of fear; save for Rhaena. Rhaena was brave against her uncle. He couldn’t break her, so he turned his sights on one that shouldn’t ever be sought for marriage. One who hadn’t even flowered yet. A flower bud from Highgarden. Someone he never should have set his eyes upon. 

No one wanted to think he would. Sure he had committed kinslaying and had taken on more wives than he needed, but for him to focus his sights on a child, a girl of eleven, was unthinkable.

She was such a little thing. People at first meeting her thought her to be nine. Many said she should’ve been home with her mother and not in the dragon den of Kingslanding. A flower bud such as her should stay in Highgarden. But she still accompanied her aunt and stayed by the older woman’s side. Trying her best to stay away from the eyes of the men at court as her sisters warned. The women in the Red Keep were doting but overbearing. And she was such a shy thing.

A shy thing that should’ve been protected from the violet eyes of the king. He never spoke to her directly at first. Always speaking to her aunt about her. But the woman caught onto his schemes and did her best at steering the child away from the man without outright sending the child away as that would make the king mad.

But one day, the girl was alone in the gardens. There weren’t many flowers like in Highgarden but there were some daises and such that attracted bees and butterflies. And that’s where he found her. Skipping in a circle trying to catch a butterfly in her small hands. Giggling at her own game of catch. Her ribbon bouncing in her hair. When she finally caught the bug she held it close to her face, totally enraptured by the colorful creature.

He came up from the shadows. Lurking behind her like a predator. He stood tall, towering over her. His eyes flashed with frightful intensity.

“What a lovely thing. Don’t you think?” He said, interrupting her focus. She jumped and turned to face him, releasing the butterfly from her hands.

She had wide eyes and couldn’t help but stare at him. He chuckled and stepped closer to her, as she stood frozen in place.

“You seem to find the beauty in the smallest of creatures. It’s a wonderful gift.” He reached forward and held a lock of her hair in his fingers. Twirling the soft hair.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you…” She whispered.

“I imagine so. So many people have said so many things about me. But I am not as scary as they say.” He whispered the final sentence.

She said nothing, but salvation came in the form of her aunt coming up from a path. The older woman stopped in shock at the sight of the man in front of her niece. She came up fast and pulled the girl from the man’s hand. Holding the child close to her body.

“She’s shy. I can’t let her get acquainted with anyone. Forgive us my king.” Her aunt said so quickly. She picked her niece up and gave a quick curtsy, spiriting the girl away from the man.

He watched them go. His eyes on the head of the child buried in her aunt’s neck. So small. So sweet. Something he wanted to cage in his hands as she caged the butterfly in her tiny hands. A flower bud that should bloom in the gardens of the Red Keep. 

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He watched her those following weeks. Watched as the women of the court doted upon this small girl, her presence even brightening up the lives of his black brides. He noticed how Rhaena would pull the girl aside and whisper things in her ears. But the girl tried her best to stay away from others. She was very shy, and would regularly hide in the skirts of her aunt. 

YN did not like the court. She didn’t like the women who pinched her cheeks, the men who wanted her dowry no matter her age, the queen who watched from the shadows, or the whispers from the black bride who warned her about the man who watched her. The man, the king, the predator who watched her frightened her more than anything. Her aunt Lydia spoke of her crimes against his family, his crimes against women, his greed and murderous intent. YN didn’t want men looking at her. She wanted to play with her dolls out in the gardens of Highgarden. Remain a child for as long as possible. Whenever she could she’d go to the gardens and play with her doll. She loved the outdoors, the birds and bugs, the flowers and greenery, everything about the freedom of the open air. But that small respite never lasted long as she knew she was being watched by others. There was no privacy in the Red Keep like there were in Highgarden. 

The only other children here were queen Rhaena’s daughters, but she never played with them. They were prisoners in the Keep too. Ever since Tyanna found them and Maegor held them over Rhaena’s head so she would be forced to marry him. He forced each of his black brides to marry him. And now with his sights on the child, he would repeat his cruelty. For only a cruel man would marry a girl who hadn’t flowered, to marry her not for the fact she could provide him children but for the fact he wanted this child. 

But there was an obstacle, two in fact. The first, her aunt, the woman who would hide the child from this man. A stubborn, rich widow. If he was less of a monster he would’ve taken her aunt as bride. But he wanted the child. This beautiful, sweet, shy child. The second was her background. The Tyrells were a powerful family. They fed the kingdom. The Reach would protest and rise up at the news the precious flower bud of Highgarden was taken to be a bride. Maegor would have to threaten violence, threaten Balerion. The memory of how the Black Dread brought the Reach to its knees would frighten them from rebelling. 

All to marry this little girl. 

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YN was a few steps ahead of her aunt. Eyes on her shoes as she swayed through the halls. Not paying attention to the men and women who passed her. Only being mindful of the woman behind her who said to stay close. Her blue dress swished around her legs as she made her way around. She was so bored. There weren’t any other children around for her to play with. And her doll could fill that role of a companion so much. Back in highgarden there were other kids to play with, her nieces and nephews, Addam, children from the villages. 

She didn’t think about how she had to represent her father at court. The important role she had to play. Big girl problems. She thought about her doll that she had in her hands, the bugs she’d catch in the gardens, the taste of vanilla cakes she loved so much. She could only think that she was upset her aunt told her she had to take a nap when she wasn’t tired, but her guardian led her to the rooms they stayed in. She didn’t notice that over the past few weeks her aunt was packing their things away. Soon to leave from Kingslanding and go back home. The woman thought their plans were secret. She didn’t even tell her niece they were leaving. But her plans were not safe from Tyanna. Who told the king of her plans. 

So as they entered their rooms, and YN jumped on the bed, their door was opened suddenly by some guards. With them, the king. Aunt Lydia stood in front of the bed, using her body to shield the girl from Maegor. YN held her doll close to her. The large man looming over them frightened the girl, but the woman stood bravely in front of them. Hand on her own dagger, ready to bring it to the king’s throat. 

“You were going to take my prize from me.” The man said darkly. 

“She’s not yours. She’s a child.” Aunt Lydia stood firm. 

YN curled up, bringing her knees to her chest. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.

“I have very little patience for you now. You have only this one opportunity to leave and leave with your life. But she is mine.” He warned. Standing in front of her aunt. 

“I’ll kill you before I let you touch her.” The woman growled. The man gave a smirk and pushed past her, almost making his way to the child who stared at him. Lydia widened her eyes and without thought of her own safety unsheathed her dagger; raising it up to stab the man in the back of the throat. But her arm was grabbed by the guards. Each arm held at her sides so she could not hurt the king. The king turned around to look at her, at the dagger she dropped to the ground. 

“Bold. But stupid. You must really love her to do something that reckless.” He taunted. 

“Look at what he’s doing! He’s going to rape a child! Think about the man you’re protecting!” Lydia tried getting through to the men holding her. They shared a glance but nothing more. They were kingsguard. Loyal to a fault. But that itching on their conscience was pestering. 

Maegor picked up the dagger. “Protest all you like. These will be your final words.” 

Aunt Lydia spared a glance at YN. “I love you, my girl.”

With a swipe from his hand, he slashed her across the throat. YN screamed and jumped off the bed. The guards wanted to cover the girl’s eyes and shield her from the sight. But instead they dropped the woman to the ground. The child held her own dress to her aunt’s bleeding throat to stop the blood. YN hyperventilated and cried as she tried to repair the gash in the neck. 

Maegor smiled a wicked smile. He watched as this woman died in this child’s arms. Her cries filled the room. Maegor grabbed her, hands under her armpits and lifted her up. Holding her small body in front of him and facing her. Violet eyes peering into her own. She closed her eyes and tried to push him out. But he placed a rough kiss on her forehead. He wanted to do more but one of the guards cleared his throat. So he dropped the girl onto the bed. 

“Write your letters to your family. Let them know what has happened. But you will never go home again, flower bud.” Maegor told the girl. 

He left quickly. The men who held her aunt spared a pitying glance at the crying little girl. His new bride.

@gulnarsultan

[archersarrow-tarot]

✨DIY Tarot Spreads✨

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✨🔮Possible Spread Topics:🔮✨

❤️ Love, Romance, Relationships

🕰 Past Lives

🌳 Ancestors

🪧 Life Path & Purpose

💰 Finances

📈 Business, Education

🎁 Past, Present, Future

🥅 Goals, Focus, Aspirations

🩹 Healing, Moving On, Letting Go

🧘‍♀️ Spirit Guides, Spirituality

🪆Self-Exploration & Self-Discovery

⚖️ Decision-making/Making Choices

💭 Dream Interpretation

💻 Problem-Solving

🪞 Reflection

💎 Situation Clarification

Questions to consider including when creating spreads:

true feelings

true intentions

overall view

first impression

relationship strength & weakness, pros & cons

how you help each other

how you hinder each other

potential outcome(s) together

vibes & themes

what’s hidden/unknown

hopes & fears

advice/guidance

physical, emotional, sexual, spiritual, and/or mental compatibility

what attracts you to one another

what to let go of, avoid, start, stop, keep, remember

challenge/issue/problem/obstacle/blockage

bond, connection

external & internal influences

foundation

root of

true path & how to find it

life purpose

lesson to learn/learned

positive & negative impacts, influences, outcomes

image portrayed

perception & reality

what to focus on

how to overcome, heal, move on, let go

if i stay/if i go

talent(s)/gift(s)

truth of a situation

[reallyromealone]

Lost and found 2

Angst omegaverse male reader

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"Sanzu" (name) said disinterested as Mikey, Sanzu and Ran stood outside of the apartment "(name)" he said back as Ran smiled "hello~" he greeted as they were best friends forever "you two can wait outside, I don't want you traumatizing my daughter" (name) said blankly and Sanzu glared but Mikey raised a hand to halt him and the pink haired man glared but complied.

"Take your shoes off" (name) said to him as they closed the door "let me get her, I don't want her surprised or anything" (name) grunted, Mikey watching the Omega walk to the livingroom and quietly talk to the toddler, her little voice mumbling back as it was early in the day, she just finished breakfast after all.

"Ok come" (name) said poking his head around the corner and Mikey tentatively stepped forward, heart racing and feet felt numb as (name) spoke so lovingly to their daughter "sweety, this is Manjiro.. he's your dad" the six year old looked confused as she tilted her head, obsidian eyes looked back at one another "hi..." Mikey said crouching before the little pup who looked at him shyly "hello..." She said back and Mikey felt his heart clench at how precious she was "I brought you something" Mikey said softly, a gift approved by (name) of course.

(Daughters name) looked curious at the gift, the little girl had been really getting into a kids show lately, a power rangers- like show.

She looked starry eyed and (name) cleared his throat and the girl looked at Mikey in realization "thank you!" She gave a little bow and accepted the toy "wanna see my others?" She asked taking his fingers in her tiny hand and Mikey smiled "sure" and let the pup lead him to her toys.

(Name) watched with a heavy heart as the two interacted, the pup shy but still played with her dad none the less.

'hes here for her, not for me' (name) reminded himself when the two locked eyes, this is all for (daughters name) and (name) would make sure she was cared for.

"Roaaar!" She squealed as she played dinosaurs with her dad, the blond smiling softly at how sweet she was "daddy! Look at my Dino!" (Name) smiled at his kid "very cool! What dini is it!"

"T-Rex!"

"Atta girl"

(Name) made sandwiches for the two of them, shaped like dinosaurs of course as that was (daughter name)s current fixation "thank you daddy" she ate her sandwich happily and Mikey noticed (name) hadn't eaten anything "aren't you gonna eat?" Mikey looked over his-- (name) worried and the other looked cold "I'm fine" voice clipped and icy, thankfully Mikey took the hint to drop it.

It was domestic, mikey and (daughters name)...

"So whaddya do?" (Daughters name) asked softly "daddy said you worked veeeeery far away" she looked so precious as she asked, Innocence radiating off if her as Mikey felt his heart break "I work in trade, I had to go for a long time"

(Name) went to the restroom at this time while Mikey continued "I'm sorry I had to be away but I'm here forever"

"Are you gonna be with daddy?"

"I'm working on that" Mikey loved his kid so much, the second he laid eyes on her he knew he would love her forever, his love for the two overflowing.

He didn't miss the hurt look on (name)s face, like he was holding back tears when he believed Mikey and (daughters name) weren't looking, the pain on his face all day.

"This was nice..." Mikey said softly and (name) looked cold at him as their pup had her nap "I want to see her again".

"Then we set ground rules"

"She doesn't go with you alone"

"She eats what I approve and she doesn't miss school unless it's *dire* and even then she is only picked up by me"

"And finally... She is never to be in your business, know about it or even catch a glimpse of it" (name) was dead serious as he stared at Mikey "we play by my rules, I'm not tolerating none of you're shit Sano"

(Name) was the only and will be the only person to get away with talking to him, the Omega finally letting Sanzu and Ran inside now that the pup was sound asleep "long time no see~" ran said merrily and (name) just looked uninterested in him "if you guys plan to follow him, there's rules"

(Name) explained the rules once more, ran pouting and Sanzu looked livid but didn't argue "and for the love of god, no drugs. Ever."

"If any of you pull her into your shit, there's no place on earth that will keep you safe from me" (name) didn't value his life the way he valued his daughters, no matter what she was first on his priority list and he made that clear with everyone.

"She has a schedule, on Saturdays she sleeps over at drakens, they work on bikes together and she's happy, we work around the set schedule" (name) looked done but didn't stop explaining his kids life and plans.

And Mikey listened to every word, taking it in.

The two made plans for the next meeting, until (name) deemed it ok, it would stay at (name)s house.

(Name) just hoped to fucking god that that asshole wouldn't bring his work to (name)s home.