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lostalioth · 4 months ago

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→ premise: sometimes logan’s age showed more than it normally would and so just once you called him an old man, affectionally of course. Well he was determined to show you he wasn’t one.

→ pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, nicknames [baby, sweet girl, princess], daddy kink, both reader and logan use old man as a nickname, oral [f receiving], unprotected sex, established relationship, slight overstimulation.

→ a/n: the pictures/moodborad above are purely for vibes :) you can imagine any logan pretty much for this fic i think. this is mt first time writing logan so sorry if hes out of character and sorry for any mistakes this was written and proof read at 1am.

Logan wasn’t the type of man to be insecure about his age, his body and face didn’t necessarily show it like how it did on others obviously. He was well aware he was way older than you, he was much older than most people. His age showed more with his taste in music and movies, even in some of the outdated slang he frequently used.

You were currently laid up in your shared bed with Logan. You loved being curled up in his lap, your head resting on his chest cuddled up against him. A cigar nestled between Logan's lips, him periodically puffing out smoke. One of his arms lazily resting over your body holding you against him. An older movie was playing on the tv in the background, the volume was high enough for you to hear it, however you could hardly pay attention. Your mind was too lost in how domestic and old timey it all was, the feeling making your heart flutter.

“You know this was my favorite movie, well one of 'em used to watch it all the time” Logan's gruff voice breaks you from your train of thought.

You look up at your boyfriend and smile softly, his gaze fixated on the black and white images flashing across the screen. You chuckle softly and reach up towards his neck to thread your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. An action that Logan has come to love and even crave on the days when life gets just a little too much.

“You're such an old man” your voice breaks his focus , it was teasing and full of affection as you said it. Logan could clearly hear it, and your statement was correct and didn't bother him, however he couldn't help the little plan forming in his head to mess with you. Shaking your head lightly you turn your attention back on the television.

“Ya’ wanna say that again sweet girl?” He leans his head down, all his attention now glued to you. His words came out almost mockingly instantly making your gaze snap back up to him. He grabs ahold of your chin so that your focus and your eyes stay on him. You knew that teasing tone of voice like the back of your hand by now and what it meant. It made the flutter in your heart drop to your stomach, his arm that was wrapped around your body tightens. You can feel him starting to grow harder against your thigh, making you squirm a bit in his grasp. You swallow hard, your voice suddenly caught in your throat. Logan watches as your pupils dilate and that sweet smell that he's become addicted to fills his nose, giving away your own growing arousal.

“Cause i'm thinkin’ you just called me old princess” He cocks his head to the side in a teasing manner, his lips breaking out in a smirk. Still not being able to find your words you shake your head ‘no’ causing him to chuckle deeply. “No? cause i think ya’ did baby, yeah i think you called me an old man” His words come out in almost a growl as he leans forward, pushing you down on your back. His body now perfectly nestled between your legs as he hovers over you, pinning you down with his weight. His large rough hands holding onto your hips, one slowly drifting and pushing up the t-shirt you had on. A t-shirt that looked an awful lot like the one he's been looking for all week.

“Maybe i did.. but you are an actual old man Logan, you’re much older than me baby” Finally finding your voice you attempt to explain yourself, though you knew he wasn't actually upset by your comment. His strained cock pressed against your clothed cunt being more than an indication of that. Your damp panties and his jeans doing nothing to stop him from feeling the way your pussy was throbbing already from his teasing.

“Yea? Well ima show you just what this old man can do huh” He questioned, barely giving you a moment to answer. Wasting no time he has your shirt pushed up revealing your bare tits and his other hand pulling your panties down your legs. Sliding down your body and the bed he slowly kisses down your exposed chest and stomach until his head has made it between your spread thighs. “Logan..” you whine softly, your eyes glued to his every move as you grow more impatient. A rush of cold air hits your lower half when he finally rids you of your soaked underwear.

That damn smirk not wavering from his face as he grabs ahold of your thighs and nearly growls when his tongue finally laps at your pussy. “Fuck i dont think i’ll ever get over just how fuckin’ good you taste baby” his words come out a bit mumbled as his face is buried between your folds. “Lo..” you whine in embarrassment at his statement. Your slick had coated his face in seconds, though it was clear he could care less, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Even biting the nub softly causing your hips to buck up against his face, his scruffy facial hair rubbing your inner thighs. He groans against you and grips your legs tighter pulling you closer to his mouth.

“Daddy…fuck!” You gasp softly and moan at the sensation and tighten your thighs around his head, Logan's favorite thing was to feel your plush thighs squeeze his head. His adamantium skull being able to take the pressure. You can feel him smile against you at both the name and the action. “Atta girl, princess. Such a good girl for ya’ old man” he praises, his deep voice vibrating through your body.

Letting your clit go Logan pulls away for a moment, dropping his grip on one of your thighs as well to bring his hand and spread apart your lips. Leaning his head back a bit he spits on your pussy, his saliva sliding down to your throbbing hole. “Fuck she always looks so pretty sweet girl” he hums in approaval and admiration at your pussy. His eyes finally lift back up to your face, he takes note of your already blissed out look. “No cuming til I tell you baby, ya’ got it?” He questions, a small smile on his face that was covered in you.

“Yes daddy” you whine, your voice coming out a bit soft as you were taking the time he was giving you to catch your breath.

With a small smack to the side of your ass he dives his head back down, sticking his tongue out flat and licking a strip up the center of your cunt. Growling and burying his face between your legs again he laps and sucks at your clit and folds. Your hips having a mind of their own buck up against his mouth, nearly riding his face. His hips rutting up against the bed of their own accord as well, his precum now leaking through his boxers a bit. His cock straining against his jeans as wonton moans and whimpers leave your lips. Your eyes screwing shut in pleasure as his tongue every now and then pushes inside you and his nose nudges your swollen nub.

You could feel your climax quickly approaching, pushing your fingers through Logan's signature tufts of hair and pulling his face closer. “Fuck- Lo…Daddy please” you moan out pleading with your boyfriend to let you cum. He squeezed your thigh and groaned roughly against you, you knew that was his way of saying ‘not yet’. You whine and tug harder on his hair causing him to let out a small muffled moan. He pulls his face away a bit and with his hand that wasn't squeezing your leg he slips two fingers through your lips, collecting his spit and your slick together. Continuing his attack on your nearly now oversensitive clit he slides his thick soaked fingers inside you stretching you slowly. The rough pads of them instantly finding that spot deep inside you.

“Daddy I don't- uh shit! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, please Logannn!” You moan and whine out his name as your hips thrust back against his skilled fingers and rut against his face. Your high teetering on the edge as you try your hardest to hold it back. “Cum baby, cum on daddy's face princess” he commands and in an instant your body responds and allows your climax to hit you head on.

A string of curses leave Logan's lips as he laps at your cum as it leaks out of you, broken whines and small moans leave yours as he draws out your climax a bit longer. Finally emerging from between your legs, his lips swollen and pink, the whole lower half of his face covered in yours and his combined mess. Heat floods your face a bit at the sight, though your boyfriends still got that smirk glued to his pretty face. The dynamic of you being nearly entirely naked and him still entirely clothed caused an ache to settle back in your core as if Logan hadn’t just made you cum.

He makes his way bad up your body, quickly pulling off his shirt as well as finally pulling yours up and over your head, definitely leaving you entirely naked now. Leaning down, pressing his crotch right up against yours, his clothed bulging cock nudging open your wet and sticky folds. His lips hover over yours as his hand slides up your side, the other brushing over your breast before it’s wrapped around your neck and pinning you back against the bed. He squeezes your neck softly making you let out a whimper.

“You were saying baby?” His voice comes out deep and a bit hoarse as he questions your previous comment again. “Not callin’ me an old man now are ya’ sweet girl, noo cause you cant even talk” he mocks, a small smile on his face as he rocks his hips up against your pussy, the rough material of his jeans stimulating your abused bundle of nerves setting it off again. Your slick creates a wet spot on his jeans the more he grinds his dick against you.

“Won’t do it again i swear daddy, you're not an old man” you whimper softly as your hands grab at his arms and hands, your fingers rubbing at his knuckles where his claws rip through the skin. When his fly zipper brushes your clit you let out a short moan and move to grab at the waist of his jeans tugging, trying to get him to take them off. Tears lightly coat your eyelashes as you bat them at Logan. He scoffs softly and shakes his head at you as he lets go of your neck to undo his belt and the buttons to his jeans, pulling off his belt and jeans. You watch with a sparkle of excitement in your eyes, your chest heaving in impatience, hands wandering his body and rubbing over his muscly arms and board chest. He tugs his boxers down his thighs as he grabs your legs, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His tip leaking precum is redden and twitching as he rubs it through your lips before pushing at your hole.

“Come on princess, apologize for it” he goes painfully slow as he pushes inside you. “Apologize nicely for calling daddy an old man” he grins and brings his hand up to your boob, brushing his rough thumb over your nipple. You gasp softly and whine, wiggling your hips both in protest and to try and get him inside you faster.

Realizing he won't keep going further til you apologize, you give in. Pulling him down and closer, you wrap your arms around his neck and look into his eyes. “I'm really sorry for calling you an old man Lo, i didn't mean it i promise. You're not an old man daddy” you whine and brush your lips softly against his. “Oh fuck, you’re so sweet on me baby i love it” he growls and thrusts inside you hard as his lips crash against yours. You moan out loudly the sound muffled in Logan's mouth as his hips snap against yours. His cock thrusting deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot making your brain go foggy. Kissing you hard and passionately as his hands roam your body not being able to stop himself from touching you everywhere, you're all his anyway.

“My sweet, sweet princess, takin’ it so good from your old man huh?” He groans and presses his forehead against yours as your hips bounce off his. All you can do is frantically nod and mumble and whine about how good he feels and say yes daddy. Your nails digging into his back and running through his hair.

Logan may be an old man but he was your old man and he definitely didnt fuck like one. He knew how to keep up with his sweet little young girlfriend.

→ a/n: hope you enjoyed my loves, PLEASE SEND ME LOGAN REQUESTS< MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND IM CURRENTLY OBESSED WITH THIS MAN

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vickillaman · 26 days ago

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People expecting a character like Caitlyn who has shown so many times her clear disdain for communicating her feelings verbally, to have lengthy conversations and never ending apologies for everything she has done wrong is a bit disappointing.

Caitlyn is a politician’s daughter. She knows that words are always there to smooth the rough edges of the conflict or to make promises that another age won’t see coming to fruition and, essentially, mean nothing without the action following.

People offer their sympathies and she just doesn’t acknowledge their words, Cait just moves past it and changes the topic or tries to make up a plan to just do something, to fix and salvage.

She shows, not tells.

She doesn’t say a word as she rushes to bring her father in a tight embrace after being on the brink of death and allowing herself to stay like that for a few moments with a person she thought she’d never see again.

She doesn’t say a word as her eyes are slowly drifting lower as if preparing herself to face yet another of her mistakes that she can’t erase. She’s reaching out to gently graze her fingers over an injury and the spot that she hit the person who she loved so much in, sorrow and remorse all over her face.

She doesn’t say a word as she puts every obstacle out of Vi’s way to make sure that nothing would stop her to free Jinx: to free the person who tormented her mind even before she knew her name, to get her out of the cell and out of the punishment Caitlyn was determined to bring on her with all the rage and ferocity of a grieving daughter.

She doesn’t say a word as she gives up her inherited sit in the Council for a Zaunite who she faced in a fight that she barely got out of alive by sheer luck and is there to represent the interests and stand for the rights of the city she poisoned and regarded the residents of with a loss-reinforced contempt and prejudice.

Why would she need to say anything when she shows so much?

And why would you, as a viewer, rob yourself of the opportunity to appreciate the nuance of the character like that?

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitvi #arcane season 2 #zero media literacy fr #such a beautifully written character and all for nothing because y'all can't read between the fucking lines

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 5 months ago

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Unabashed

Summary: Aemond wonders whether his pretty new wife is as shy in her sleep as she is awake, and intends to find out | Word Count: 1.6~k | Warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, oral (f receiving), feelings of shame

Thank you to @targaryen-dynasty for organising the event! <3 Make sure to check out the others!

The early dawn light filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting a soft glow across the spacious chamber. Aemond stood at the edge of their grand bed. His gaze softened as it fell upon his wife, a gentle and shy creature, who seemed out of place amidst the grandeur of a Targaryen prince's bedchamber.

They had been married but a few weeks, and her timidity was still evident in her every movement. She lay there, her breaths even and soft, her face relaxed in sleep. Aemond's heart swelled with a mixture of affection and protectiveness. He knew she struggled with the expectations placed upon her as his wife, especially when it came to intimacy.

He thought back to their wedding night. She had blushed deeply, her cheeks a rosy hue as she avoided meeting his gaze. Her hands had trembled slightly as she undressed, her shyness palpable. Aemond had taken her hands in his, his touch gentle, hoping to reassure her, but with a deep desire to claim her as his. Her skin had been warm, and he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse under his fingers. He had moved slowly, each touch deliberate, wanting to make her feel safe and cherished. Despite his efforts, she had remained tentative, her actions hesitant and reserved.

Many at court whispered that she was ill-suited for the intensity that came with being bound to a man like Aemond. They said she lacked the fire needed to stand beside him. Aemond had often wondered if there was another side to her, one hidden beneath layers of gentleness and timidity. A side that perhaps only he could reach, given time and patience.

This morning, he found himself wondering again. As she lay there, serene in sleep, he considered the possibility that in her dreams, she might be free from the constraints of her waking shyness. Perhaps, he thought, he could gently coax that hidden side of her into the light.

The sheets framed her form in his plush bed, her hair in somewhat disarray, a few pieces having escaped her careful and perfect braiding the night before. It had been hot in King’s Landing since their wedding night, and so as his eye drifted over her, he could see the gentle rise of her chest, and her perk nipples forming peaks against the near-translucent cotton bedding. A shy thing she was, but most certainly not without allure.

Aemond's breath caught at the sight, a primal part of him stirred by her unintentional seduction. The stark contrast between her modesty and the sensual image she presented tugged at some place usually kept hidden. She was a puzzle he was determined to solve, a delicate flower he was eager to nurture.

Before he knew it, his fingers bunched the sheets in his grasp, watching with deep satisfaction at the way her body was slowly revealed to him, inch by perfect inch. A map of unmarked territory he was determined to explore. The fabric slid against her skin with such ease, as if she were made of water and they were simply a ripple in her perfection, until eventually, once she was bared to him and she gave a quick breath-like shudder, he was able to take his time in forming his plan.

Aemond leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. His lips pressed gentle, reverent kisses along the smooth expanse of her stomach, moving lower with each caress. Her body trembled slightly beneath his touch, her breath hitching in her sleep, as if her dreams were becoming more vivid and enticing.

When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, glancing up at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. Taking a deep breath, Aemond pressed a tender kiss against her inner thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.

His tongue flicked out, tasting her, a heady mix of sweetness and desire. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body responded to his touch. Encouraged, Aemond continued his ministrations, his tongue moving with careful thought, exploring every inch of her glistening slit with the precision he afforded everything else in his life.

Her hips shifted slightly, a subconscious response to the pleasure building within her. Aemond's hands gently gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he deepened his efforts, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Each moan, each soft gasp she made was a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.

There was a deep, primal part that glimmered in his eye at the way she responded, her subconscious sounds and movements a stark contrast to her demeanour when she was awake. Her slumber seemed to lower her carefully built walls, imprisoning her sexuality inside. Her hands gripped the sheets the same way he gripped her thighs, the warm muscle of his tongue dragging over her sex up towards her bud, enclosing his lips around it, the smirk he wore hidden in his actions.

The sounds were so sweet to his ears he could stay between her plush thighs all day. A part of him was surprised she hadn’t woken yet with the way her hips were chasing his lips and tongue, and her fingers carding through his loose hair and pulling lightly at the roots to ground herself. Her movements were by no means erratic, enough for him to know without looking that she was still in whatever sleep-addled bliss she imagined, but it appeared his little wife was more and more an exciting enigma with every passing day.

Her breathing grew a fraction more erratic, her stomach clenching and unclenching with the warm, numbing climax that was steadily rising. She would blush and apologise profusely if she could see the way she was acting right at this moment, moaning and writhing with her cunt on his mouth. Aemond worked in rhythmic, intoxicating strokes, taking everything she was giving to him, the tartness of her arousal was addictive in a way he had never imagined.

His little wife’s body arched only slightly off the bed, her grip tightening and thighs trembling, her release washing over her in powerful waves. The only sound she gave was a breathy, elongated moan, too sweet for the carnal, forbidden act he was performing on her sleeping form. Aemond watched with satisfaction as she slowly relaxed, her breathing returning to a more even pace. He placed a final, tender kiss against her sensitive skin before drawing back, his eyes lingering on her peaceful, contented expression.

He found it almost comical that his wife hadn’t woken to her husband devouring her sweet cunt, but that she had woken to the feeling of the mattress dipping as Aemond righted himself, looking down at her bare form, her chest shimmering with a dew of sweat.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, her gaze initially hazy with sleep. As her awareness sharpened, she noticed her state of undress and the lingering warmth between her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of surprise and realisation dawning on her features.

"Aemond," she whispered, her voice trembling with both shyness and residual pleasure.

He wiped his face, a victorious, cat-like smirk on his features, as if to emphasise her embarrassment. “Good morning, my love.”

She averted her gaze, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Aemond's firm yet gentle touch stopped her.

"There is no need for that," he said softly, his smirk fading into a more tender expression.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions, embarrassment, curiosity, and a budding sense of trust. "Did I... did I embarrass myself?" she asked hesitantly.

Aemond chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that made her cheeks flush even more. "Not at all," he replied, his voice filled with genuine amusement and pleasure. "You were perfect, and it was a delight to see you respond so…unabashedly"

Her blush deepened, but she managed to meet his gaze, her curiosity overcoming her shyness. "I did not wake up," she murmured, almost to herself. “I thought it was a dream.”

"A dream, perhaps," he said, brushing his fingers gently along her jawline. "But one that I was more than happy to make real."

Feeling her cheeks burn at his brazen behaviour, she tugged the sheets to her chest to cover herself, her expression pleasured but shy. “Such actions will not result in a child.”

"No, it will not," he agreed. "But there are many ways to show my desire. Not all of them are about creating heirs."

“Well I know that.”

His expression took on a predatory gleam, moving swiftly to hold her wrists down to the bed with ease. “You might know,” he murmured, “but you will feel it, every day and every night.”

Her breath hitched, a mixture of fear and excitement. The hardness in his gaze tempered by the affection she saw there. Something shifted in her eyes, a spark of defiance and curiosity he hadn't seen before. She reached up, slipping from his hold, her fingers trailing lightly over his chest, her touch both hesitant and bold. Her lips curved into a small, sweet smile that almost dared him to do more.

His innocent little wife had a hidden fire, one that both intrigued and excited him. He felt his desire flare even stronger, spurred on by the need to explore this new side of her, to see just how far she would go.

“And I intend to make certain you never forget.”

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kc22invesmentsblog · 1 year ago

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Embrace the Monday Motivation: Pursue Your Dreams with Unyielding Determination

Written by Delvin Happy Monday, my fellow dream chasers! As we embark on a new week filled with endless possibilities, I want to share with you a powerful quote by Venus Williams: “I’m a firm believer that you go after your dreams, and you don’t take no for an answer.” These words encapsulate the spirit of unwavering determination and serve as a reminder that Mondays are not just the start of…

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luvyeni · 29 days ago

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( drabble ) intoxicated ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 방찬 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ chan comes home drunk with only one thing on his mindヾ

boyfriend!chan・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ sex under the influence, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy talk wc ・ ‎0.8k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. can you make one of Bangchan? please, he is drunk and horny after a party and he is obsessed with getting her pregnant ?

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i loved writing this idk why i hope you like it <3

looking at the clock it was way past midnight when you heard the door open. “baby!” you heard your boyfriends slurred voice. “baby where are you!” you shook your head — shrieking when he came bursting through the door. “baby!” he yelled out. “hi baby!” you laughed at how drunk he was. “hi chan.”

“hi baby.” he smiled, face flushed as he stumbled over his own feet. “not that drunk i swear.” he said, but his actions said otherwise. “i missed you so much.” he kicked his shoes off; unbuckling his pants. “wished you would’ve came out tonight.” taking his shirt off, tossing it. “it was fun.” he clumsily climbed into bed, falling flat on top of you. “bang christopher chan!” you yelled, slapping his bare back. “get off you are heavy.”

“why.” he whined , wrapping his arms around you. “why are you being so mean?” his face pressed against your stomach. “i love you so much and you’re being so mean.” his eyes closed, you shook your head, thinking he was going to fall asleep. “chan let’s lay down now.” you tapped his cheek. “come on baby.”

it was silent; you thought he had actually fallen asleep — that was until you felt his hands lifting up your shirt. “channie what are you doing?” he hummed. “just wanna feel my girl.” he rubbed all along your waist. “you smell nice.” you chuckled. “it’s your body wash.” you ran your fingers through his hair. “i know, but im talking about your natural scent, smell so sweet.” he kissed your bare stomach. “ch-chan.” you warned.

“what?” he said softly, slurring his words. “let’s lay down.” you said, trying to get him to sleep, even though he was slowly turning you on. “o-okay.” he said, before sitting up, quickly pulling you down, your head hitting the pillow. “let’s lay down.” he kissed your neck. “ch-chan you’re intoxicated, we’re not having sex tonight.” he whined against your ear. “you’re not taking advantage of me , i know you feel how much i want you right now.” he took your hand, running it down his abs, down past his waist. “see.” he groaned, placing it on his cock.

“ye-yeah but you’re still not in your right mind.” you didn’t want to egg him on, but he wasn’t having it. “im well in my right mind to know how much i want to put a baby right here.” he pointed to your stomach. “wanna fuck you so full that it has no choice but to stick.” the air was too thick, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath. “let me finally put a baby in you.” his hand working into your panties. “chris.” you moaned. “see you’re so wet, you want this, you want to be fucked full of my babies.” he groaned. “let me do that.” his fingers slipped into your dripping cunt. “gonna get you pregnant tonight.”

chan was insatiable when he was sober, but it was nothing compared to when he was drunk. you were on your 4th orgasm, chan on his second; the clock beside you was almost at 2:30 am, but he didn’t plan on stopping — determined to have you swollen with his kid by the end of the night. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned, his hips snapping against yours. “fuck i love this sweet pussy so much.” he groaned, his face flushed. “chan.” you moaned out. “so fucking tight , taking my fat cock like the good girl you are.”

he was pinning you to the bed as he plowed into you. the squelching noises from your previous orgasms filling up the room. “fuck you hear that baby -fuck- you pretty pussy is talking to me.” he huffed. “she wants to be bred so bad , she crying for my cock.” his necklace dangling in front of you. “you wanna cum for me?” you nodded dumbly, you were now intoxicated but not like alcohol, but his cock, you sobbed out. “so bad.”

“cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. “fuck chan!” you screamed out, you sweet juices spraying all over his abdomen. “ye-yes fuck baby.” he groaned. “fuck cum all over me.” he continued you to fuck you. “that’s it -fuck- fuck me im gonna cum again.” he moaned, cock twitching as his filled you up for the third time that night. “fuck im gonna breed you , fill you with my seed, give you a pretty baby.” he groaned. “fuck i love you so much.”

feeling his warm cum pouring inside you, he sighed falling against you, your bodies sticking together. “chan , channie get up we have to clean ourselves.” you could feel his heart beating as he softly snored on top of you. you ran your fingers through his sweaty wet hair. “told you , you were tired.” you kissed the top of his head. “you big goof, you know you can’t hold your alcohol.” he wrapped his arms around you , holding you close. “sleep now.” you chuckled. “fine.” you said, finally drifting off to sleep.

almost a week later the two of you were standing over the sink in your bathroom , a positive pregnancy test sitting right in front of you.

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kyreniacommentator · 2 years ago

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Girne Municipality Earthquake Risk Studies Continue

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#Action plan determined #Earthquake inspecions made #Giirne Municipality #Reports to be isuued

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keferon · 26 days ago

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My hands are shaky and my head is refusing to work properly! But! I made it!

The Blurr chapter for Mecha au >:D

Blurr's job is not to fight for humanity.

Blurr's job is to smile for the camera and take the applause of people who praise him for his bravery and sacrifice. Blurr's job is to sell his face, his voice and his skills to millions of viewers. He must impress investors, show off advanced technology and make a determined face saying that to save mankind he is ready for anything. And then get in a luxury car and drive off to some expensive place to burn a whole bunch of zeros out of his paycheck.

He's not someone who stays after work to help his coworkers. And he's not the one who spends his nights trying to save as many people as possible. He signs autographs, makes big statements, and promises people he'll protect them.

And people believe him.

And they love him.

Swerve is sick of this spectacle. Swerve is sick of this man.

Under the cut

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Nobody likes Blurr.

Okay, if you think on a large scale, everyone loooves Blurr. His face is on every poster, his brand is in every possible store, his voice and is in every cool commercial. You literally can't exist without knowing who Blurr is, or at least seeing his face once. It's a “Luke I'm your father” level phenomenon. How massive a rock do you have to live under to miss something like that?

Everybody loves Blurr. You can go buy a t-shirt with his face on it. You can go listen to his interviews or purchase a tiny replica of his action figure. There are incredibly many ways a Blurr fan can blow a hole in their budget.

Swerve knows, because he's done it many times. And recently, it's stopped being something he's proud of. To be precise, it was exactly four days ago when Blurr first stepped into his office. Swerve had just finished his shift and was finishing his tea when his boss suddenly appeared in the doorway, with the best racer in the world right behind him.

The tea was instantly dropped, adrenaline was released, and the brain was turned off.

In that moment, Swerve thought that this is what it must look like. The moment when all your good karma comes together in one pile to reward you for all the times you dropped a sandwich butter side down or missed a deadline.

Both of which happened with annoying regularity. Swerve is unlucky. Sometimes things seem to fall through his hands.

It started out great.

Swindle, their boss, showed up in the office space one day looking simultaneously jubilant, nervous, and very inspired. Usually on such occasions, Swerve could almost see the dollar signs reflected in his boss's glasses.

“Attention everyone. We have an important guest arriving in an hour.”

Swindle expressively pushed his glasses down on his nose and looked around the room

“I promised him a tour and I expect you all to behave yourselves.”

He meticulously looks around the floor beneath his feet

“Send someone to clean up all the trash. This place is unbelievably filthy. The floors should be sparkling in twenty minutes! And, oh! Hey you, go buy some good drinks.”

Having finished inspecting the floor Swindle hurriedly runs off, probably to say the same thing to the neighboring department.

Swerve stretches his neck out curiously, listening in

“Is the president coming to see us?”

Walking by, Jazz shrugs

“When the president was coming Swindle said the floor was dirty and made him wear boot covers.”

It's not the president

Swindle gestures generously to the entire office at once and looks overall like a bird trying his best to primp up

“And here we have the engineering department offices. In the next building is the assembly plant, that's where the mechs are put on their feet so to speak. And this is where all the computing, design, and planning happens.”

Just over his shoulder stands and looks around at none other than

Oh, dear God.

Swerve's tea flies to the floor next to his thought processes.

He's seen Blurr countless times, but never in person. How can this guy look as good in person as he does in expensive retouched-until-squeaky-clean photos? Mystery.

Blurr's gaze slides lazily over the simple office setting and for those two seconds when it's directed at Swerve it feels like sheer madness. He tries to look normal. He's not sure he's succeeding, but he's making an effort.

Swindle waltzes through the office, heading for the next door

“Come on I'll show you the mech hangar.”

Blurr grins.

“A highlight of the show I suppose~”

His voice is like a needle bursting a ball of stunned silence. People begin to rise from their seats and scramble to say hello. Someone asks for an autograph, others ask for a bunch of selfies, a couple people in the corner hastily fix their hair, one of the employees just pulls out his phone and shamelessly starts filming.

Swindle looks at the this with an unchanging commercial smile, but his gaze promises all kinds of punishment.

Perhaps if it had been the president, the buffoonery would have been smaller.

______________

For the next few days, Blurr is the big news and the center of all discussion.

Officially? He's becoming one of the pilots in the Mecha program.

In fact? Swindle's greedy soul couldn't get enough of the idea that the Mech concept could be monetized.

The dust is blown off Blurr and his boots are licked. He doesn't go to general training, he doesn't participate in ordinary or overly dangerous missions. He's allowed everything and a little more. His job is to look pretty on camera, speak his lines, smile and wink. He's a walking advertisement and Swindle's incredibly powerful tool in negotiating with investors.

Swerve once saw him called to a negotiation in the middle of the night, and even sleep-deprived and exhausted after a full day of filming, Blurr had the strength to pull that charming expression on his face and flawlessly play along with Swindle wherever he needed to.

His mech was a work of art. And that's not even an exaggeration. Usually the main purpose of mechs is to be efficient and practical. Blurr's Mech was made separately and so many people worked on its design that it could have its own end credits. It's beautiful, sleek, shiny and show-offy. It's designed to be awe-inspiring, but not so decorated that it's ridiculous.

When Swerve looks at its specs, he almost feels sick. Maneuverability, mobility, everything is absolutely top-notch. But most importantly, speed.

The technology to accelerate Mechs to incredible speeds has been around for some time, but the average robot doesn't reach even half of the technically possible maximum. Because even the fastest machine can't outrun the human brain.

After a certain threshold, pilots are no longer capable of controlling their own Mech. Human reaction speed is simply not enough to maneuver without crashing into anything or losing their orientation in space. And. Well. Without losing consciousness.

This has led to Mech manufacturers sort of tacitly agreeing on a rough speed limit and tending to stick to it. Just to make the technology safer and more suitable for everyone.

Regardless. Everyone except Blurr apparently.

Because the numbers across from his Mech's speed specs are horrifying. Swerve looks at the blueprints and thinks it's either freaking awesome or absolute suicide. Maybe something in between. Can a human being have reflexes like that? What about this turning mechanism? The numbers tell him that these levels of g-force make a large percentage of pilots just pass out.

Is Blurr really going to pilot this death wagon??

To achieve that kind of speed and mobility, they'd have to cut off half the armor or make it very light. Which would almost be like inviting a dangerous injury.

But if the Mech is made primarily to flaunt rather than fight...well... it probably makes sense.

Swerve's inner fan is sliding down the wall.

Blurr is incredible. And what's even more incredible is that he's kind of sort of almost Swerve's coworker now.

It only takes him a couple days to realize.

Everyone loves Blurr.

But the one who loves Blurr the most is Blurr himself.

The rose-tinted glasses are breaking slowly but surely. On the first day, Sverve walks up on shaky legs to get introduced. He tells himself that this is definitely not an attempt to get an autograph. They're coworkers. He's just...uh...greeting a new employee.

Blurr looks slightly bored.

“You're from this department....uh.. What's its name, whatever.”

Swerve clutches his hands in front of him so he doesn't accidentally drop anything

“OH.Uh yeah. Swerve! Engineering Department. You were there on a tour the other day. I usually work in the assembly plant, making armor for Mechs, developing new alloys. But I design too! I, uh.

(Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. Don't talk about Blurr. He'll think you're a crazy fan. Don't talk about Blurr.)

Blurr starts to get sidetracked by his phone.

Swerve swallows awkwardly.

“I'm uh. I'm a big fan of yours. Sir.”

(Good job...)

Blurr chuckles softly and offers out his hand

“Well, nice to meet you.”

Sverve's hand is shaking like crazy, he hopes he isn't squeezing too hard. Working in the assembly has made his hands rough. Blurr's narrow, soft palm is almost sinking in his grip.

“ 'Nice to meet you, yes. Nice to meet you sir! If you, ah, if you have any problems or questions or uh, well. You know, if you need help with your Mech or upgrades or or.”

Blurr chuckles.

“I'll be counting on you~”

Swerve feels like his soul is about to break away from his body.

The next, day when they cross paths in the hallway Blurr waves to him.

“Hey you. Whatever your name is. Can you tell me how to get to Block D?

Swerve stops awkwardly.

“Ah. Of course! I'm Swerve sir. Come, I'll show you.”

Blurr smiles a beautiful, ad-libbed smile and follows him in

“Thank you darling.”

From this point on, the entire program gradually learns a simple but unpleasant truth.

Blurr is an asshole.

And nobody likes him.

He always has everyone at his beck and call. You rarely get to see him on his own. There's always someone swirling around him with a guilty or annoyed face. A sort of serve-get-show-explain designated poor guy.

Swindle treats Blurr like a precious antique vase.

Blurr treats people like his servants.

The whole world is in love with the glittering cover, the image polished to a squeak. Until recently, Swerve was doing the same thing. Now it feels more like an embarrassing crush.

Blurr still doesn't remember his name. He actually remembers at most three to four people by name, and calls everyone else “hey you” or “ darling”. After Swerve reintroduced himself to him for the fourth time he just sort of...stopped trying.

On the field, Blurr is incredible. No one can deny that. The tremendous speed of his Mech leaves all the other pilots in the dust. Whoever said human reflexes weren't fast enough? HA. When Swerve sees his reports and results, he gets dizzy.

The combination of such incredible speeds and light armor means Blurr simply can't miss. If he hesitates, if he falters. If he gets confused. The whole metal thing will smash him to smithereens.

And yet Blurr comes back untouched time after time.

Swerve's no longer inclined to think it's just because of his mad skills. He knows that Swindle is paying Blurr a lot of money for his cooperation. No one would let Blurr fight on the front lines, no. It would be too dangerous. He has to do just enough so that Swindle can record a commercial and in it call Blurr a badass pilot without adding small print to that statement.

Blurr's job is not to fight for humanity.

He's not someone who stays after work to help his coworkers. And he's not the one who spends his nights trying to save as many people as possible. But he is the first person every citizen would name if asked to say something about the Mech program. He signs autographs, makes big statements, and promises people he'll protect them.

And people believe him.

And they love him.

A month later, he still can't remember anyone's names and sometimes calls people by the colors of their clothes, laughing as if they should take it as a cute joke.

Swerve is sick of this spectacle. Swerve is sick of this man.

That's okay.

It's not like fanboying over Blurr is Swerve's only passion.

He gets upset.

Then he gets mad and rips down all the posters.

Then he has no time to be angry because Swindle wants to launch Mechs into outer space and damn it, Jazz flies off the planet and doesn't fucking come back. The engineering department stays up nights trying to figure out where he's gone, but they can't.

Unlike Blurr, everybody loved Jazz.

Unlike Blurr, Jazz deserved every ounce of that love.

The ground beneath his feet is starting to shake.

At first, all that happens is panic. Everyone starts making a confused noise, someone assumes an earthquake.

A voice on the speakers says that everyone needs to evacuate immediately, but no one hears it because huge mechanical tentacles start coming through the windows and the whole building starts shaking, creaking and crumbling.

Sverve has seen the monsters humanity has to fight many times. But never this close. And their size leaves him absolutely terrified. These things are huge, they take up all visible space. And what's most damning is that they can break down the walls around Swerve like a fucking cookie.

He's gonna die. Oh god he's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die here under this stupid rubble or get eaten or turned into one of the ugly bloody stains on the wall. His heart is doing a million beats a minute and his eyes are starting to sting. He tries to get to the emergency exit, but the door is blocked by one of the huge toothy creatures that is actively trying to get in.

Next to him, Swindle is shouting to someone on his comm, trying to sound louder than the rumble of the collapsing building and the hungry aliens.

The floor tilts at a very disturbing angle and Swerve grabs one of the interior doorways to stay in place. A second later, he reaches out and pulls Swindle, who has already slowly begun to slip toward the monster's huge hungry maw, to the same doorway.

Swindle grabs onto the frame of the door and Swerve at the same time. His glasses are cracked and his usually neat expensive coat is all dust and debris.

“It was a trap.”

Swerve can't hear a word over the grinding of breaking structures.

“What?”

Swindle almost slips and falls, but Swerve grabs him by the scruff of his coat and puts him back on his feet. Working in an assembly shop gives a man strong arms and right now he's very grateful for it.

Swindle makes a second, louder attempt

“It was a trap!!! All available pilots are now on the other side of the country! I've called for backup, but who knows how fast they'll get here.”

A smooth, silky voice comes from a walkie-talkie strapped to his coat.

“Ouch Swindle. So little faith in my professional skills?”

Swindle rounds his eyes

“Blurr??! Where are you!”

Blurr's voice sounds...not quite as it usually does. It's missing the habitual lazy note. The one that makes him sound like the whole world owes him money.

“Give me another minute and the answer will be 'here'.”

The building shakes again. Swindle swears so eloquently that Swerve can't help but admire it.

Swerve can't stand Blurr's smug face, but when he spots the first glimpse of blue metal in the window, joy floods his brain.

He usually associates Blurr with dumb nicknames, dismissive treatment, and commercials.

Now he watches the sleek, fast Mech lunge fearlessly at the monsters surrounding the building and thinks that. Fuck this. He's an asshole, but if he buys Swerve enough time to evacuate, he'll bring him a thank you card or something later. Though it's unlikely Blurr will care about that of course.

Swindle continues to shout instructions over the walkie-talkie. Swerve basically drags him outside by. He jumps up probably a full meter when very near him one of the monsters falls to the ground.

Blurr's Mech stands proudly on top of the fresh corpse and looks...actually really bad. Swerve knows that this particular robot was not built for rough, open confrontation. Its armor is too thin. Designed for speed and agility, not strength. He assembled it himself, after all.

Many of the plates are crumpled. Some are torn off. His legs are intact, but one of the joints sparks funny.

Blurr quickly looks around and Swerve unwittingly follows his example. The whole place is on fire. Office buildings are in ruins and a huge column of black smoke rises above the assembly plant.

Blurr's Mech drops to the ground and gets down on one knee. The plates on its chest are pulled aside and Blurr sticks his head out of the cockpit while simultaneously opening the visor on his helmet.

“Everyone okay?”

Swindle clutches the walkie-talkie

“The office areas are empty, but there still could be people left on the lower floors of the assembly plant. But we have no access there!”

Blurr drums his fingers quickly on the metal plate

“Fire?”

Swindle shrugs his dusty shoulders

“Something exploded at the bottom of the building. It's a real smelter down there.

Even if we send a Mech, it won't last more than a minute before it overheats. Or make the building collapse.”

Blurr's gaze becomes focused. Sharp. Swerve has seen that look many times on tough front line fighters like Jazz. On Blurr, never.

“'That's enough time for me.”

Swindle waves his hands

“Are you crazy?”

Blurr slaps his palm against the armor of his Mech

“This baby is light. Lighter than anything you've got! If anyone can do it without dropping the building, it's me. They make Mechs in the assembly hall, it's got high ceilings right?”

Swerve wants to snap. He wants to throw his hands up angrily and yell something along the lines of “you were literally there!”

Who else is down there on those lower floors??? Tailgate? Maybe Wheeljack? If something exploded, Wheeljack was definitely there. And probably closest to the explosion.

Swindle curses furiously, but retreats and runs off to give orders to someone else.

“”Be a hero if you want, but I'm not going in there. For all I know there could be melting metal in there instead of a floor! It's just not reasonable.”

Swerve's brain stumbles over that statement. Why...Swindle is acting like he's being forced to climb into that building too...?

Blurr looks nervous.

“You know what. Fine. I got it. Hey, you--”

And there it is. The good old namelesness.

Blurr pays no attention to Swerve's frowning face, nor his hands shaking with fear

“ You're familiar with those buildings. You know who was there and where to find them right? I need you to walk me through.”

Swerve feels the urge to snap again and this time doesn't hold it back

“If you cared about something other than yourself, you'd know this damn building and the people who work in it too and !”

“I don't fucking remember!” Blurr interrupts him.

Swerve doesn't have time to put anything in after that. Though a sarcastic comment is begging to be made.

Blurr quickly takes off his helmet and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

“I don't remember okay! This isn't a fad or posing or whatever else you think of me. This is what an accident can do to you if you miss a turn! I can't remember shit, okay?! Do you need a medical report?!”

Swerve just...stands there with his mouth open and probably looks like an idiot.

Blurr nervously tucks back his disheveled hair. The longer he talks, the faster he does it.

“Now. I know you don't want to die in a pit of fire. But I need your help to save them. Don't do anything, just take the map. I promise I won't let you die.”

He sounds determined. And holds out his hand to Swerve, silently inviting him to climb up onto the Mech.

His face is stained in sticky dust, his hair is an absolute mess, and his narrow palm is covered in streaks of soot. It's as if he's been dragged face down a muddy road.

He's. Very Handsome, Swerve thinks.

He takes his hand.

Blurr helps him up, pushes him into the space next to the pilot's seat, and closes the cockpit.

“Been inside a working Mech ever?”

Swerve clenches his hands nervously on the back of the seat

“No.”

The lights of the consoles around him come to life as Blurr puts on his helmet. The space around him hums. It's a strange noise. At once unsettling and calm.

Mech feels alive, he thinks. Then corrects himself. Blurr is mind-linked to this Mech. This Mech can technically be considered alive in a sense.

Blurr moves one of the monitors toward him and opens the map.

“Just mark the path here. Don't touch anything else. And hold on tight. I won't be going too fast anyway, but it'll be shaky.”

Swerve swallows nervously.

“Understood.”

After that, everything turns into motion. Watching the Mech work while being inside is mesmerizing.

Blurr doesn't say much, concentrating on the controls. His hands aren't shaking anymore, Swerve notices. Not even a little.

He steers the machine forward confidently and smoothly, dodging falling debris and avoiding the biggest pockets of fire without panic or hesitation.

He's also strictly following the path Swerve is laying out for him.

The air filtration system is doing well so far. Swerve can feel the smell of burning and the heat slowly creeping up, but it's bearable for now. For now.

They find a man on the nearside of the emergency exit.

Two more people a floor below. A small group stuck in the elevator.

Wheeljack's on the doorstep of his lab.

Blurr pulls them all out. Picks up the first group of people and carries them outside, goes back into the fiery furnace, finds more survivors, pulls them out, goes back, searches, rescues, goes back, searches, rescues.

The heat is coming up. Swerve can feel it. The plates around him are getting hot. The air smells like burnt wires.

Blurr’s Mech wasn't designed for this kind of thing.

His Mech was made to flash for the camera and accelerate to impossible speeds. To deceive and confuse the enemy. Its armor is thin and cools easily in the air, which usually helps it avoid overheating.

This also means that this Mech heats up very quickly as well.

Now, with the air around him feeling like a red-hot frying pan, Swerve regrets not saying anything back then. He regrets that he didn't make any changes to the blueprint.

More and more warnings pop up on the screens. The map stopped working correctly some time ago and Swerve is forced to give directions verbally.

He nervously grips the back of the pilot seat with one hand and, without noticing, Blurr's shoulder with the other.

Blurr carries two more people outside and hands them to the rescuers. Then turns back to the building again and. OH FUCK. Right in front of him, a huge crack begins to creep along the structure. This thing is on the verge of collapse. The roof is already starting to fold down in a very bad way.

Swerve clenches his grip fearfully and hears Blurr hiss through his teeth.

Suddenly, the cockpit opens. The fresh air of the street feels like a cold sledgehammer blow after the heat and stuffiness of the lower levels.

Swerve is about to ask something, but doesn't have time because Blurr uses Mech's hand to gently but quickly pull him outside and set him on the ground.

“You were going to mark another spot.”

Swerve nods hurriedly.

“Tailgate is still there.”

Blurr wrinkles his face.

Swerve corrects himself and clarifies

“Bright blue uniform. Short. Considering all the places we've been, I think he's in the staff quarters. It's...”

He chews his fingers, trying to remember numbers and directions without a map

“...two floors down, left, another floor down and straight ahead.”

As he speaks Blurr bends over the side of the open cockpit and spits...blood on the ground. His nose is bleeding, Swerve realizes. That's not good. It's a clear sign of a malfunctioning neural connection. Or damage to his respiratory system? Possibly both.

Blurr doesn't seem to notice his worried look

“Two down, left down then. Shit. Wait. Two down, left then down, straight ahead yeah?”

Swerve nods.

Blurr keeps repeating these directions like a mantra. A very fast and creepy mantra.

His gaze roams strangely and his breaths sound hoarse. His teeth and chin are covered in blood and his face is streaked with soot.

Swerve understands. He's about to do another go.

Two down, left, down, straight. Two down, left, down, straight. Two down, left, down, straight.

Alone. He's going, and he's going to fry himself alive in there for a stranger he doesn't even remember.

Swerve doesn't have time to say anything. What's he gonna say? Stop? But he wants to save Tailgate? Go on, I believe in you? But it's certain death.

Swerve rarely has nothing to say, but this time he can't find the right words.

Blurr wipes the blood with his sleeve, wrinkles his nose, and storms off, heading back into the flaming mess the plant has become.

Not twenty seconds later, the roof collapses, spewing a huge cloud of smoke, ash, and fire into the sky.

Swerve wrinkles his shirt nervously in his hands.

The walls are still in place, right? If the roof is gone but the walls are still standing it's... it's. It's.

Damn it. He's trying to remember the blueprints. It means the ejector will work. It means Blurr can still get out through the top. That--

Blurr's not getting out. As the small, bright blue escape pod appears above the falling walls of the building, Swerve feels his brain stop. Remember the blueprints, remember the damn blueprints. The Mech is light, the design is compact, the space in the pod is for only one person.

In the capsule lies an unconscious Tailgate.

Swindle grasps the radio

“Blurr? BLURR!”

Swerve looks at the smoke and ash and feels numb. He doesn't want to be here anymore. He has to know. He doesn't...

He feels weird. The same kind of weird as when objects fly seemingly through him. Everything just stops being real.

The thought comes out of nowhere. You don't have to obey the rules. You can see more. Just look.

He's not sure how or why he's doing it.

No one around him is paying much attention to him. Everyone's busy with survivors and damage assessment or just stunned by the chaos.

And him? He disappears.

And then he appears at the bottom. Under the rubble.

All around him is ugly, molten and red-hot chaos, but he doesn't care anymore. He feels like whatever is happening is about to end and he just has to be in time. Time for him to find out.

Blurr's Mech lies crushed by the fallen roof. Its cockpit is open. A gaping hole where his chest was, the place where the escape pod had undocked.

Wall debris has pinned him in a crooked, grotesque pose.

Blurr is here. His legs are wedged between crumpled metal plates inside the cockpit, leaving him hanging upside down. His suit is charred. Half of his face is destroyed. It looks like a horrible bloody and burned mess. It's ugly and gruesome.

Blurr opens his only working eye and gives Swerve a cloudy look.

“I must be seeing things...”

Swerve shrugs in daze. He knows he shouldn't be here.

Blurr spits up a mouthful of blood

“I'm sorry I hurt you uh...”

“Swerve.”

“Yes. Swerve. It's hard for me to remember things unless they're...akgh...hell... not in my face all the time.”

Swerve moves closer and frowns

“You know, that explains but doesn't excuse you.”

Blurr closes his eye and coughs. That sounds really bad.

“No...I guess not.”

He huffs off the blood again. The burned half of his face is oozing with it. The blood runs down his forehead, collecting in a small puddle on the floor.

“It was better than letting everyone know what's wrong with me. I can't even begin to think about the amount of messes I'd be dragged into.”

Swerve notes that the fire seems to be getting closer.

This whole bit of dialog is so unnatural. Who even talks about that kind of stuff before they die. On the other hand. Well. Character development?

“So you think it's better to have everyone assume you're a jerk than that you got your head screwed on?”

Blurr wrinkles his nose.

“ You're a very specific kind of ghost.”

Swerve shoves his hands in his pockets and looks away

“I needed to know. Before you die.”

“That's ...akghhh...ha....it's good to know. Can you tell me something Swerve? As..agh...

As a last wish?”

Swerve shrugs again. He stares at the dripping blood. At the ugly, bubbling burns. At the burst vessels in his eye and the paths of blood from his bleeding nose. He looks at the broken and scorched and dying bloody mess.

He looks at Blurr.

And he thinks, until today, he didn't really love Blurr. Not with the posters and figurines. Not with the disdain and dislike.

He loved an image. And hated an image.

He reaches out and tries to touch Blurr's hand, but goes through it.

“I'm sorry. But we're both not really here. And I have to go.”

He can feel the cold metal around him, which is strange because he's standing in the middle of smoking and burning ruins

“But if it makes you happy, I guess you're my favorite character after all.”

Blurr doesn't answer. Swerve isn't sure he even heard him.

The feeling of metal around him grows sharper.

Someone shines a flashlight in his face.

Swerve blinks stupidly and tries to move away.

The unknown Autobot medic standing over him smiles happily and puts the flashlight away

“Welcome back. You've been in a coma Primus knows how long.”

The other medic to the side frowns

“You have zero tact.”

Swerve blinks his optics puzzled, raises his servo and for a while just stares at it like some movie character. All around him is an Autobot medbay. Metal walls. Metal instruments. And him. Metal.

Yes. Seems so. That's the way he's always been. That's right.

“Doc, you won't believe what kind of weird dream I had.”

___________

Swerve feels like he's going crazy.

He's standing in the middle of a hallway on one of the Autobot ships, and he's staring. shamelessly.

There's Prowl standing at the end of the hallway. And on his shoulder is...

“ JAZZ????”

Both bot and human turn around abruptly at his scream. And both look equally puzzled.

Jazz waves his hand

“Do I know you?”

Swerve is definitely going crazy. It's Jazz. The same one. From his...dream??? But he's real and tangible??? Sitting on Prowl's shoulder, talking and breathing and being seen by everyone not only Swerve????

“You're...real...?”

Jazz raises his eyebrows

“I am. Yes. Really Mech, you sound very familiar.

But I can tell you for a fact that I have not been friends with any Cybertronians before...”

This can't be, this can't be, this isn't....

It was a dream. The spawn of his TV series-addled mind. A hallucination. It wasn't real. It wasn't, was it?

But Jazz is here. And he disappeared from Earth. And now he's here.

And.

What the..

Swerve blurts out something like “sorry-sorry-see-you-later-now-I've got to go” and runs off.

“HEY DOC????”

The autobot, already familiar to him, flinches

“Primus...Swerve? Is something wrong?”

Swerve realizes that everything is about to either make sense or lose it completely.

“Tell me...is it possible to project a holoform...like...very far away?”

The Doctor tilts his head.

“Depends on power consumption. If you channel all the energy available in a frame, you can go very far. But that would send you into a...coma...if you...tried...Swerve, is there anything you'd like to tell me?”

“Doc do you know where Earth is?”

“Wha...no?”

Swerve chuckles nervously and bites his knuckles.

“I don't either. But I think I've been there...”

#tf mecha universe #Blurr #Swindle #Swerve #Jazz #Tailgate #Wheeljack #maccadam #Prowl #Jazzprowl happens for like two seconds #mecha writing #mecha bs writing #mecha kef writing

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"A 9th grader from Snellville, Georgia, has won the 3M Young Scientist Challenge, after inventing a handheld device designed to detect pesticide residues on produce.

Sirish Subash set himself apart with his AI-based sensor to win the grand prize of $25,000 cash and the prestigious title of “America’s Top Young Scientist.”

Like most inventors, Sirish was intrigued with curiosity and a simple question. His mother always insisted that he wash the fruit before eating it, and the boy wondered if the preventative action actually did any good.

He learned that 70% of produce items contain pesticide residues that are linked to possible health problems like cancer and Alzheimer’s—and washing only removes part of the contamination.

“If we could detect them, we could avoid consuming them, and reduce the risk of those health issues.”

His device, called PestiSCAND, employs spectrophotometry, which involves measuring the light that is reflected off the surface of fruits and vegetables. In his experiments he tested over 12,000 samples of apples, spinach, strawberries, and tomatoes. Different materials reflect and absorb different wavelengths of light, and PestiSCAND can look for the specific wavelengths related to the pesticide residues.

After scanning the food, PestiSCAND uses an AI machine learning model to analyze the lightwaves to determine the presence of pesticides. With its sensor and processor, the prototype achieved a detection accuracy rate of greater than 85%, meeting the project’s objectives for effectiveness and speed.

Sirish plans to continue working on the prototype with a price-point goal of just $20 per device, and hopes to get it to market by the time he starts college." [Note: That's in 4 years.]

-via Good News Network, October 27, 2024

#pesticides #contamination #food #food safety #ai #good news #hope

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rqnarok · 3 months ago

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LATCH | pervy!old man!logan x fem!reader

summary: you come up at logan at night and he finally gives in to his desires.

content warnings/tags: smut, mdni! little to no plot. old man!logan. unspecified age gap. soft dom!logan. sub!reader. pervy!logan. pet names (kid, kiddo, little girl, princess, etc). logan calls himself ‘old man’. fingering (f receiving). innocence kink. not proofread. wc: 1,5k

Logan Howlett is not a good man.

“I’m not a good man, sweets.”

He has not been a good man in years.

Still, when he scoops your sobbing figure in his arms on that day at the X-Mansion, he feels like a good man.

“C’mon. Let’s go, kid. I’ll take care of you.”

Ever since then, you look up to him as if he is some kind of savior. A hero. A good man.

And he starts to believe that.

At first, it started oh, very casual—innocently. By working himself to death for the sake of your comfort. Earning money so that he could see that smile on your pretty face when he gives you gifts: new dresses, books, food—anything you want, really. He’d give it to you.

You walk up to him one Friday, showing your brand new sundress that you bought using his money, “Logan! It fits me so well, don’t cha think?”

The sight of you twirling around and giggling in front of him is enough to be his bad-day-cure, “Spin one more time, princess. Don’t have my glasses on.”

He lies. He just wants to catch a glimpse of your cottoned panties in the process.

Logan perceives himself as a sick fuck when he starts seeing you in that way. But hey, he did say that he is not a good man, right?

He tried to control it, he really tried. Composing himself and creating some moral values in his head in an attempt to be in charge of his corrupted desires.

But Logan forgot one simple thing: he can control himself all he wants, but he could never control you.

You may be content but you are far from stupid.

It takes you months to perfect this mastermind plan—or so you call it. This mischief came into you when you decided that you had enough of Logan and his games. You know he yearns for you and you feel the same way, too.

He peeks over you so… hungrily and thinks you wouldn’t notice?

When you confront him about it one morning, he nonchalantly brushes it off by letting out a dry chuckle and mutters something around, “What ya’ talking ‘bout, kiddo? Go ‘head finish your breakfast.”

But you know! You always catch his yearning gazes and… hear him over the shower one time. Moaning and grunting your name when he thought you were out buying the weekly groceries. It upsets you that he does not give in.

So then, you concluded that you will determine to bring his temptation up to the surface and break his poor self-control through this little contemplation of yours.

It takes a while to gain your courage and when you finally creep up into Logan’s room, the clock on the wall ticks at half past two in the morning. 2:30 AM.

Logan said he’d take care of you, right? Said he’d do anything for you, right? Well, you need him now, “Logan? Logan? It hurts.” You whisper into the chilly air as you shake him up from his deep slumber.

And y’know, he’s a tired old man—so it takes him a while to wake up. He grabs his glasses from the nightstand beside him and slides them right on. When Logan sees you standing sleepily before him in your nightie gown, Good Lord.

“Hey, hey—what’s goin’ on, princess?” You’re all teared up and your lips are bitten red. You look heavenly in the shaft of moonlight that slips through the window and into Logan’s bedroom.

Your actions speak for themselves as you make your way onto his lap and nuzzle into his greying beard. “Tell your old man what’s got you so upset. C’mon.” He wants to take a good look at your face but you are so latched to him—snuffling into his broad shoulder all gloomy and wretched.

“Hurts so bad.” You repeat yourself as your arms make their way around his neck. “Hurts, Logan.”

“Hm? What hurts?”

Pure silence as your little fingers wrap around Logan’s wrist and place it on your knee. Then, you’re guiding him up up up and he knows where this is going but he could not stop it.

Fuck. He curses himself. Should’a know you’d pull some shit like this.

Finally, you stop his large calloused hand on top of your pussy. It’s heating up. Logan can feel the warmth of your cunt through your thin white cotton panties—his middle finger twitches with the urge to palm you. But no. That’s not what a good man should do. He tries to remember all the moral values he has created in his head while he sighs deeply and closes his eyes.

“Kiddo-”

“Want to cum, please, Logan.” You take his face in your hands in the way that you always do and his hand is still on top of your clothed mound. “Please…! You said you’d help me, take care of me. I’ll be good, promise. Please.” His eyes open and he looks at your big eyes then your lips then your eyes again. That’s when you know you had him. “Hurts.”

With half-lidded eyes, you watch Logan lose his composure, “Yeah? You’d be good f’me?” His head goes forward as he pampers your face with gentle kisses and you gulp because you don’t know what to do now.

“Why don’t you lay down and let me take a look?”

His scent combination of beer, whiskey, and cigars lingers around you as you rest your aching body on his bed. Looking up at him all mesmerized and lust-filled.

Logan tries to soften his features for you. He thinks the heave of your chest moving up and down, up and down is one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. He said he’d take care of you and that’s all he’s doin’ now. Taking care of his pretty baby.

“C’mon. Open up to your old man.” He says, patting the sides of your thighs to part. And you did what you’re told, revealing the wet spot of your panties, and Logan curses. Mutters something under his breath.

“You’ve been touching yourself here, Little Missy? That’s what got you dripping?” You throw your head back and huff a breathy ‘ah’ at the feel of his big fingers rubbing circles along the slick. Logan wants you to sing for him, “Use your big girl words, c’mon.”

“Y-yes! Been touching myself…” Your red cheeks heat up at your own answer, suddenly feel so little. Logan hums deeply at your reply, hooking his fingers at one side of your panties and pulling them aside. Oh, he can tell. “Mhm.”

You were in a moment of bliss until he stopped his movement and brought your panties back to its original place, “Show me.”

“L-Logan…” you respond by shaking your head erratically. Nononono— this isn’t a part of your plan. This becomes humiliating. No way.

“What d’ya mean no, princess?” Logan grins—he knows you’re playing something and he is not going to lose so easily. “You want me to take care of you, yeah? Gotta show your old man what you were doin’ so he knows what he can do.”

Well, he is not wrong. You let a huff defeatedly and roll yourself onto your front, shoving one of Logan’s pillows between your plushy thighs. And Logan is bewitched and hypnotized and fuck, so hard. His cock sticks up in his boxers briefs it hurts.

Through his lens, he attentively watches every move you make: how your nightie gown hikes up to your chest and reveals a glimpse of your breasts, how you roll your hips in circles, how you throw your head back up facing the ceiling. The noises you make—sounds he not-so-accidentally heard when he passes your room at night when he comes home from work. This is what you've been doing?

“Aight’. I know the problem is, sweets.” You slow down your movements as you gaze at him all doe-eyed. He places his palm on your back to still you. Your head lulls back and forth as you wait for his guidance.

“You need something inside. Have you had something inside, baby?” He turns you to him oh, so delicately as if you are something fragile.

You shake your head slightly at his question, suddenly embarrassed. Logan is so hard at this. He can't hold back anymore. “I see. ‘S alright, little girl. Lean on top of me. I’ll show you how it’s done. Y’ just need to trust your old man, yeah?”

And you do. You always do. You love him.

He smiles down at you, showing the wrinkles and scars on his face. “I love ya’. Give me some sugar first. Let me kiss ya’.”

The kiss is more than just a distraction. It’s a repetition of him saying I love ya’ through his actions. What comes next is new to you, his large fingers probing at your entrance as you hiss and whimper and sob. Logan eases you open while kissing your inner thighs, letting you feel his scruffy beard. Raining you with his sweet praises, “Oh, that’s a good girl, alright. My sweet girl.”

Then it leads you to it. The main purpose of your plan here in the first place.

The clothes you both had on are thrown all over the floor as he hovers above you, taking off his glasses—placing kisses everywhere he can reach. “Y’want it?” And the tip of his cock finally nudges between your folds in an aching stretch and you mewl.

“Your old man’s gonna take care of you.”

He always does.

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esotericalchemist · 4 months ago

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𝐒𝐮𝐧 + 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧˖°.

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Please note that the descriptions provided here are general and based on the combination of Sun and Moon signs only. The complete picture of your personality and life experiences is also influenced by the specific house placements and aspects of these planets, as well as other factors in your astrological chart.

☘︎ 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A naturally energetic and fearless go-getter, always ready to take charge and dive headfirst into new adventures.

Taurus Moon: A determined and grounded individual who balances Aries’ boldness with Taurus’ steady nature, enjoying both excitement and the comfort of familiar routines while steadily working toward their goals.

Gemini Moon: A lively and quick-thinker, constantly on the move and eager to explore new ideas, mixing Aries’ enthusiasm with Gemini’s curiosity and adaptability.

Cancer Moon: A fiery yet nurturing soul who puts their energy into caring for loved ones and building a secure home, balancing ambition with deep emotional bonds.

Leo Moon: A naturally charismatic and confident leader who thrives in the spotlight, blending Aries’ courage with Leo’s flair for creativity and love of attention.

Virgo Moon: A highly motivated and efficient person, combining Aries’ boldness with Virgo’s precision, always aiming for perfection while chasing ambitious goals.

Libra Moon: A natural leader who values relationships and harmony, skillfully balancing assertiveness with a desire for fairness, often working to create peace while achieving their goals.

Scorpio Moon: A fiercely determined individual with an intense, magnetic presence, unafraid of deep emotional experiences and driven by a strong will to achieve what they desire.

Sagittarius Moon: An adventurous and free-spirited personality, always on the lookout for new experiences, driven by a love for exploration and a desire to broaden their horizons.

Capricorn Moon: A disciplined and ambitious person who channels their Aries energy into achieving long-term success, skillfully blending boldness with strategic planning.

Aquarius Moon: A bold and innovative thinker who values freedom and originality, often leading by challenging norms and bringing fresh, unconventional ideas to the table.

Pisces Moon: A dynamic dreamer who mixes Aries’ drive with Pisces’ imagination and empathy, often inspired by a higher purpose and motivated by both passion and compassion.

☘︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A determined and action-oriented personality, blending a natural patience with a proactive drive, always ready to step up and tackle challenges head-on with confidence.

Taurus Moon: A deeply rooted individual who exudes stability and comfort, with a strong appreciation for life’s pleasures, always seeking to create a secure and materially satisfying environment.

Gemini Moon: A grounded yet curious person, balancing a love for learning and intellectual variety with a need for consistency and comfort in their surroundings.

Cancer Moon: A nurturing and dependable personality, combining a love for stability with deep emotional ties, always focused on building a warm, secure, and supportive environment for loved ones.

Leo Moon: A confident and creative individual who enjoys both the comforts of luxury and the thrill of being in the spotlight, seamlessly blending a love for the finer things with a desire for recognition and self-expression.

Virgo Moon: A practical and meticulous person who brings a methodical approach to everything they do, combining a steady, grounded nature with a strong attention to detail, always striving for a secure and well-organized life.

Libra Moon: A person who deeply values harmony and beauty, seamlessly integrating a practical mindset with an appreciation for balance and aesthetics, both in their relationships and their environment.

Scorpio Moon: A passionate and intense individual, driven by a powerful determination and a deep emotional core, unafraid to dive into transformative experiences that push them to grow.

Sagittarius Moon: A grounded yet adventurous personality, balancing a love for stability with a thirst for new experiences and intellectual growth, always seeking to expand their horizons while staying rooted.

Capricorn Moon: A highly disciplined and ambitious individual, combining a strong drive for comfort and security with a relentless pursuit of long-term success, always planning and working toward their goals.

Aquarius Moon: A unique and independent thinker, blending a steady, practical nature with a forward-thinking, innovative approach to life, always challenging the status quo with fresh ideas.

Pisces Moon: A compassionate and imaginative individual, mixing a grounded sense of reality with a dreamy, intuitive perspective, often striving to create a peaceful, beautiful, and emotionally rich life.

☘︎ 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: Always bursting with energy, this person thrives on exploring new ideas and is quick to jump into action, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a need to keep things moving forward.

Taurus Moon: A naturally social individual who loves engaging in conversation, yet they also appreciate the comfort and stability of a secure environment, balancing their active social life with a strong desire for consistency.

Gemini Moon: Someone who is constantly on the lookout for new information and experiences, driven by a restless energy that craves variety and thrives on learning and adapting to new situations.

Cancer Moon: A warm and communicative individual who uses conversation as a way to connect deeply with others, blending a love for social interaction with a nurturing and emotionally supportive nature.

Leo Moon: Charismatic and naturally drawn to the spotlight, this person combines a sharp wit with a love for drama and self-expression, enjoying the attention that comes with being the center of social situations.

Virgo Moon: A detail-oriented thinker who excels at analyzing and communicating ideas, this person carefully balances their curiosity with a practical and precise approach to problem-solving and daily life.

Libra Moon: With a natural charm and a strong sense of diplomacy, this person thrives in social settings, effortlessly blending a love for interaction with a deep commitment to fairness and harmonious relationships.

Scorpio Moon: Intensely curious and drawn to uncovering hidden truths, this individual combines a passion for learning with a deep, investigative nature that often leads them to explore life’s deeper mysteries.

Sagittarius Moon: Always eager to explore new ideas and broaden their horizons, this adventurous person blends intellectual curiosity with a love for experiencing new cultures, philosophies, and perspectives.

Capricorn Moon: Strategic and highly disciplined, this person combines their adaptable nature with a strong focus on long-term goals, using their communication skills to achieve practical and well-thought-out outcomes.

Aquarius Moon: An independent and innovative thinker, this person values originality and is always on the lookout for new, unconventional approaches to ideas and situations, often challenging the status quo.

Pisces Moon: Versatile and deeply imaginative, this individual blends a quick, adaptable mind with a dreamy, intuitive nature, often finding themselves drawn to creative and spiritual pursuits that allow them to explore beyond the ordinary.

☘︎ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A nurturing yet assertive personality, combining a deep care for loved ones with a bold drive to take action, often stepping up courageously to protect and support those they hold dear.

Taurus Moon: A deeply caring and stable individual who blends emotional depth with a strong desire for comfort and security, creating a warm and loving environment where others feel safe and cherished.

Gemini Moon: A sensitive and communicative person who balances a nurturing nature with curiosity and adaptability, often using meaningful conversations and intellectual engagement to connect emotionally with others.

Cancer Moon: A highly intuitive and emotionally driven individual who is profoundly connected to family and home, embodying the essence of nurturing and protection with an unwavering dedication to the well-being of loved ones.

Leo Moon: A warm and generous personality who merges a deep care for others with a desire for recognition, often leading with kindness and pride, while taking on a strong sense of responsibility toward those they love.

Virgo Moon: : A caring and practical individual who combines emotional depth with a keen attention to detail, often focusing on providing thoughtful care and support, and working tirelessly to improve the well-being of those around them.

Libra Moon: A harmonious and empathetic personality who blends nurturing instincts with a love for balance and relationships, often creating peaceful and loving connections that are both supportive and fulfilling.

Scorpio Moon: A deeply emotional and intense individual who combines a nurturing nature with a passionate depth, forming powerful and transformative bonds with those they care about, often driven by a profound sense of loyalty and protection.

Sagittarius Moon: A nurturing yet adventurous person who blends a strong care for home and family with a love for exploration and new experiences, often seeking to broaden their emotional horizons while maintaining strong, secure roots.

Capricorn Moon: A responsible and emotionally grounded individual who combines a deep care for loved ones with a focus on long-term goals and stability, often working diligently to create a secure and prosperous future for themselves and their family.

Aquarius Moon: A nurturing yet independent personality who merges emotional depth with a unique and unconventional approach to life, often bringing a fresh and progressive perspective to relationships and caregiving.

Pisces Moon: A deeply compassionate and intuitive individual who blends nurturing instincts with empathy and imagination, often providing emotional and spiritual support through creativity, kindness, and a profound understanding of others’ needs.

☘︎ 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A bold and confident individual who effortlessly combines a need for recognition with a drive for action, often taking the lead with enthusiasm, boundless energy, and a courageous spirit.

Taurus Moon: A charismatic and determined person who blends a love for the spotlight with a strong desire for stability and comfort, often pursuing their goals with a mix of persistence, charm, and an appreciation for life’s finer things.

Gemini Moon: A lively and expressive personality who thrives in social situations, combining a need for attention with curiosity and adaptability, often excelling in communication and intellectual pursuits while keeping others entertained.

Cancer Moon: A warm and nurturing individual who merges natural charisma with deep emotional connections, often leading with both heart and creativity, showing genuine care and generosity to those around them.

Leo Moon: A highly confident and dramatic person who fully embodies the essence of Leo, with a powerful desire for admiration, creativity, and self-expression, often shining brightly in any spotlight they find themselves in.

Virgo Moon: : A practical yet proud individual who blends a love for recognition with a keen attention to detail, often striving for perfection in their work and public image, with a strong focus on achieving excellence in everything they do.

Libra Moon: A charming and diplomatic personality who effortlessly combines a flair for drama with a love for harmony and relationships, often excelling in social situations, partnerships, and creative endeavors, always with a touch of elegance.

Scorpio Moon: A powerful and intense individual who blends a need for recognition with deep emotional depth, often commanding attention with a strong presence, passionate energy, and a magnetic aura that draws others in.

Sagittarius Moon: A vibrant and adventurous person who merges a desire for the spotlight with a love for exploration and freedom, often inspiring others with their enthusiasm, joy, and zest for life, always seeking new experiences.

Capricorn Moon: A disciplined and ambitious individual who combines a need for recognition with a strong focus on long-term success, often working tirelessly to achieve their goals, rise to positions of power, and earn the respect of others.

Aquarius Moon: A unique and visionary personality who blends natural charisma with innovative thinking, often leading with creativity, originality, and a desire to bring about positive change in the world.

Pisces Moon: A creative and compassionate person who mixes a love for self-expression with deep sensitivity, often inspiring others through their artistic talents, empathy, and imaginative approach to both life and relationships.

☘︎ 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A practical yet assertive personality who blends a keen attention to detail with a strong drive for action, often taking the initiative in a methodical and decisive manner to ensure tasks are completed with precision and efficiency.

Taurus Moon: A grounded and reliable individual who combines meticulousness with a deep love for stability and comfort, often focusing on creating a well-ordered, pleasant life through persistence and thoughtful care in everything they do.

Gemini Moon: A highly analytical and communicative person who excels in areas requiring both intellect and adaptability, thriving in dynamic, mentally stimulating environments by blending precision with a natural curiosity.

Cancer Moon: A nurturing yet detail-oriented personality who merges practicality with emotional depth, often caring for others in an organized and thoughtful way, with a strong focus on creating a secure and harmonious environment.

Leo Moon: A hardworking and confident individual who combines a focus on service with a desire for recognition, often striving for excellence and acknowledgment in their efforts, while demonstrating leadership and a drive for perfection.

Virgo Moon: : A deeply methodical and precise person who fully embodies the essence of Virgo, with an intense focus on perfection, organization, and self-improvement, always dedicated to maintaining order and pursuing personal growth.

Libra Moon: A harmonious and thoughtful personality who blends attention to detail with a love for balance and relationships, often excelling in creating aesthetically pleasing, well-organized spaces, and showing a natural social grace.

Scorpio Moon: A perceptive and intense individual who combines an analytical nature with emotional depth, often driven to uncover the truth and solve complex problems with a high level of precision and determination.

Sagittarius Moon: A practical yet adventurous personality who merges meticulousness with a love for exploration, often seeking to expand their knowledge in a methodical and structured way, always eager to learn and grow.

Capricorn Moon: A disciplined and ambitious individual who combines a strong attention to detail with a focus on long-term goals, often working diligently to achieve success and recognition through careful planning and persistent effort.

Aquarius Moon: A detail-oriented yet innovative person who blends practicality with a forward-thinking approach, often excelling in areas that require both precision and originality, with a focus on creative problem-solving and fresh ideas.

Pisces Moon: A practical yet compassionate individual who combines meticulousness with deep empathy, often focusing on serving others while maintaining a strong sense of understanding and care, using their sensitivity to make a meaningful impact.

☘︎ 𝐋𝐢��𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A charming yet assertive personality who blends a love for harmony with a strong drive for action, often taking the lead in social situations while striving to maintain balance and assert their leadership skills.

Taurus Moon: A harmonious and stable individual who combines a desire for balance with a love for beauty and comfort, often creating environments that are both aesthetically pleasing and secure, filled with a sense of luxury and peace.

Gemini Moon: A sociable and intellectually curious person who thrives in dynamic social settings, blending a focus on relationships with a natural adaptability, often excelling in communication and enjoying lively intellectual exchanges.

Cancer Moon: A caring and empathetic personality who merges a focus on harmony with deep emotional sensitivity, often nurturing relationships with great care and prioritizing the emotional well-being and security of those they love.

Leo Moon: A charismatic and diplomatic individual who effortlessly combines a love for balance with a flair for drama and recognition, often excelling in leadership roles and social interactions where charm and a commanding presence are key.

Virgo Moon: : A thoughtful and precise personality who blends a desire for harmony with a meticulous attention to detail, often striving for perfection in both relationships and environments, with a strong focus on aesthetics and order.

Libra Moon: A deeply harmonious and diplomatic person who fully embodies the essence of balance, beauty, and relationships, often creating environments of peace and understanding that reflect a deep commitment to fairness and connection.

Scorpio Moon: A magnetic and intense individual who merges a love for relationships with emotional depth, often forming deep, transformative connections that are both powerful and profoundly impactful.

Sagittarius Moon: A sociable and adventurous personality who combines a love for harmony with a passion for exploration, often seeking new experiences and broadening their horizons through meaningful relationships and travel.

Capricorn Moon: A disciplined and responsible individual who blends a focus on relationships with a strong ambition, often striving for long-term success through structured, collaborative efforts, while maintaining a balanced approach to life.

Aquarius Moon: A social and innovative thinker who merges a love for harmony with a forward-thinking approach, often bringing unique and creative ideas to relationships and social causes, with a focus on vision and progress.

Pisces Moon: A compassionate and artistic individual who combines a desire for beauty with deep empathy and imagination, often creating harmonious and emotionally fulfilling relationships through creativity and a sensitive, caring approach.

☘︎ 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A fiercely determined and passionate individual who combines deep emotional intensity with a bold and direct approach, often taking decisive actions driven by strong convictions and a powerful sense of urgency.

Taurus Moon: A strong-willed and deeply rooted person who blends unwavering persistence with a stable, patient demeanor, often pursuing their desires with a grounded and tenacious approach to life.

Gemini Moon: A sharp and inquisitive personality who mixes emotional depth with curiosity and adaptability, often excelling at uncovering hidden truths and engaging in deep, meaningful conversations.

Cancer Moon: A deeply emotional and nurturing individual who combines intense feelings with a caring and protective nature, often forming strong, protective bonds with loved ones and offering unwavering support in times of need.

Leo Moon: A powerful and charismatic personality who blends intense emotions with a desire for recognition and admiration, often commanding attention with their magnetic presence and emotional depth.

Virgo Moon: : A perceptive and meticulous person who combines a strong investigative nature with precision and practicality, often striving for perfection and gaining a deep understanding of complex systems and issues.

Libra Moon: A magnetic and diplomatic individual who blends emotional intensity with charm and a focus on harmony, often excelling in relationships where depth, balance, and passion are central.

Scorpio Moon: A profoundly intense and mysterious person who fully embodies the essence of Scorpio, with a powerful focus on transformation, emotional depth, and exploring life’s hidden and mystical forces.

Sagittarius Moon: A passionate and adventurous individual who mixes emotional intensity with a love for exploration and broader perspectives, often seeking deeper truths through new experiences and philosophical inquiry.

Capricorn Moon: A determined and strategic personality who combines emotional depth with disciplined ambition, often working tirelessly toward long-term goals with a focused and resilient approach.

Aquarius Moon: A fiercely independent and unconventional person who blends emotional intensity with innovative, forward-thinking ideas, often challenging societal norms and embracing unique concepts with a deep sense of purpose.

Pisces Moon: A deeply emotional and intuitive individual who merges intense feelings with sensitivity and imagination, often drawn to the mystical, spiritual, and creative aspects of life, offering profound insight and empathy.

☘︎ 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A bold and adventurous individual who blends a love for exploration with a strong drive for action, often diving into new experiences with enthusiasm, taking spontaneous and fearless leaps into the unknown.

Taurus Moon: An optimistic yet grounded person who balances a love for adventure with a desire for stability and comfort, often enjoying life’s pleasures while maintaining a steady approach to exploring new opportunities.

Gemini Moon: A curious and lively personality who thrives in dynamic, intellectually stimulating environments, blending a love for big ideas with an adaptable nature, excelling in learning, teaching, and communication.

Cancer Moon: An adventurous yet nurturing individual who seeks to explore the world while staying emotionally connected to loved ones, balancing a love for freedom with a strong attachment to home and family.

Leo Moon: A charismatic and optimistic person who leads with enthusiasm, combining an adventurous spirit with a flair for recognition and self-expression, often inspiring others through creativity and a bold, confident outlook on life.

Virgo Moon: : An inquisitive and practical individual who excels in areas requiring both broad vision and meticulous precision, blending a quest for knowledge with a methodical approach to learning and discovery.

Libra Moon: A sociable and open-minded personality who thrives in social interactions, blending a love for exploration with a focus on harmony and relationships, often fostering positive connections and seeking new experiences through the people they meet.

Scorpio Moon: An intense and adventurous individual driven by a quest for truth and emotional depth, often seeking profound and transformative experiences as they explore life’s mysteries and uncover deeper truths.

Sagittarius Moon: A highly adventurous and optimistic person who fully embodies the essence of Sagittarius, with an intense focus on freedom, exploration, and the pursuit of higher knowledge and wisdom, often chasing life’s big questions with passion and zeal.

Capricorn Moon: An ambitious and optimistic personality who blends an expansive vision with a disciplined approach, often working diligently towards achieving grand visions and long-term goals with enthusiasm and perseverance.

Aquarius Moon: An independent and visionary individual who combines a love for freedom with innovative and progressive thinking, often leading with unconventional ideas and a strong desire to bring about social change and embrace individuality.

Pisces Moon: An idealistic and compassionate personality who explores spiritual or artistic paths with a deep sense of purpose, blending a quest for meaning with sensitivity and creativity, often driven by empathy and imagination.

☘︎ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A disciplined and ambitious personality who blends a focus on long-term goals with a strong drive for immediate action, often pursuing their ambitions with a mix of determination, strategic planning, and a competitive spirit that pushes them to succeed.

Taurus Moon: A practical and steadfast individual who combines ambition with a deep love for stability and comfort, often working steadily toward success with patience and persistence, all while focusing on building a secure and prosperous life.

Gemini Moon: A strategic and versatile personality who blends a disciplined approach with adaptability and intellectual curiosity, often excelling in environments that require both careful planning and quick thinking, making them adept at navigating complex situations.

Cancer Moon: A responsible and nurturing individual who balances ambition with emotional depth and care, often harmonizing their professional goals with a deep commitment to family, creating a supportive and secure environment for loved ones.

Leo Moon: A confident and authoritative personality who combines a strong focus on achievement with a need for recognition and charisma, often leading with determination and seeking out leadership roles where they can both achieve success and gain admiration from others.

Virgo Moon: : A meticulous and hardworking individual who blends ambition with a keen attention to detail and practicality, often excelling in tasks that require precision, thoroughness, and careful long-term planning, ensuring that every aspect of their work is flawless.

Libra Moon: A disciplined yet diplomatic personality who mixes a strong focus on success with a love for harmony and relationships, often achieving their goals through balanced partnerships, effective collaboration, and strategic social interactions that foster mutual benefit.

Scorpio Moon: A determined and intense individual who combines ambition with deep emotional focus, often pursuing their goals with relentless drive and strategic precision, while also embracing a powerful commitment to personal and professional transformation.

Sagittarius Moon: An ambitious yet optimistic personality who blends a disciplined approach to life with a love for exploration and broad vision, often striving for success while simultaneously seeking to expand their horizons and embrace new opportunities.

Capricorn Moon: A highly disciplined and goal-oriented individual who fully embodies the essence of Capricorn, with a relentless focus on achievement, structure, and long-term success, often meticulously planning every step to ensure they reach their ambitions.

Aquarius Moon: A pragmatic yet innovative personality who combines ambition with a forward-thinking and visionary approach, often leading with a focus on future progress, social impact, and original ideas that push the boundaries of conventional success.

Pisces Moon: A compassionate and disciplined individual who blends a strong drive for achievement with deep empathy and creativity, often striving to reach goals that are not only practical but also meaningful, aiming to make a positive impact on others.

☘︎ 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: An independent and dynamic personality who combines innovative thinking with boldness and a strong drive for action, often leading with originality and fearlessly tackling new challenges and ideas.

Taurus Moon: A forward-thinking yet grounded individual who blends a visionary nature with a need for stability and practicality, often pursuing innovative ideas while ensuring they are sustainable and secure in the long run.

Gemini Moon: A highly intellectual and adaptable person who mixes a progressive outlook with curiosity and versatility, often thriving in environments that encourage communication, learning, and the exchange of fresh, new ideas.

Cancer Moon: An innovative yet nurturing individual who combines progressive thinking with emotional depth and care, often focusing on using forward-thinking approaches to enhance the well-being of loved ones and the broader community.

Leo Moon: A charismatic and original personality who blends an unconventional approach with a need for recognition and creativity, often leading with a unique style and a strong sense of individuality that sets them apart from the crowd.

Virgo Moon: : A logical and detail-oriented individual who merges visionary ideas with precision and a methodical approach, often excelling in fields that require both innovation and careful, strategic planning.

Libra Moon: A socially aware and diplomatic personality who combines progressive ideals with a love for harmony and relationships, often advocating for social justice, fairness, and balanced, equitable connections.

Scorpio Moon: An intense and independent individual who blends unconventional thinking with emotional depth and focus, often driven to explore profound and transformative ideas that challenge existing norms and push boundaries.

Sagittarius Moon: An adventurous and visionary personality who combines a love for innovation with a quest for knowledge and exploration, often pursuing new horizons with enthusiasm, optimism, and a strong focus on the future.

Capricorn Moon: A pragmatic yet forward-thinking individual who blends an innovative spirit with a disciplined approach and ambition, often working towards long-term goals that align with their vision for societal progress and improvement.

Aquarius Moon: A highly independent and original personality who fully embodies the essence of Aquarius, with a strong focus on innovation, individuality, social consciousness, and a desire to challenge and redefine traditional norms.

Pisces Moon: A compassionate and visionary individual who combines progressive thinking with deep empathy and creativity, often striving to create a better world through innovative solutions that are both emotionally and socially impactful.

☘︎ 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧 ☘︎

Aries Moon: A dreamy yet assertive personality who combines a rich imagination and deep compassion with a strong drive for action, often pursuing their visions with passion, spontaneity, and a dynamic approach to life that keeps them constantly moving forward.

Taurus Moon: A compassionate and grounded individual who blends deep empathy and emotional depth with a love for stability and security, often creating a peaceful and nurturing environment where both they and others can feel safe and supported.

Gemini Moon: A versatile and imaginative personality who mixes creativity with curiosity and adaptability, often excelling in communication, artistic expression, and intellectual pursuits, thriving in environments that encourage learning and creative exploration.

Cancer Moon: A deeply sensitive and nurturing individual who combines profound empathy with emotional depth and protective instincts, often focusing on caring for others and creating a loving, supportive home environment that fosters strong, emotional connections.

Leo Moon: A creative and expressive personality who blends an artistic nature with a need for recognition and self-expression, often using their talents to inspire, entertain, and captivate others, while enjoying the spotlight that their creativity brings.

Virgo Moon: : A compassionate yet practical individual who combines deep empathy with a meticulous attention to detail and a service-oriented mindset, often focusing on helping others through thoughtful and well-organized efforts that make a real difference.

Libra Moon: A harmonious and empathetic personality who blends sensitivity with a love for balance, beauty, and relationships, often excelling in creating loving, peaceful connections and pursuing artistic endeavors that reflect their appreciation for harmony.

Scorpio Moon: A deeply emotional and intuitive individual who combines empathy with intensity and depth, often drawn to exploring the mysteries of life and forming profound, transformative connections that leave a lasting impact.

Sagittarius Moon: A spiritual and adventurous personality who blends a quest for meaning with a love for exploration and freedom, often seeking to expand their horizons through travel, learning, and spiritual growth, always driven by a desire to understand the world more deeply.

Capricorn Moon: A compassionate yet disciplined individual who merges empathy with ambition and a focus on achievement, often striving to reach meaningful goals that positively impact others while maintaining a strong sense of responsibility and purpose.

Aquarius Moon: A visionary and empathetic personality who blends creativity with an innovative, forward-thinking approach, often working toward progressive change and humanitarian goals, driven by a strong sense of compassion and a desire to make the world a better place.

Pisces Moon: A profoundly intuitive and empathetic individual who fully embodies the essence of Pisces, with a strong focus on spirituality, creativity, and deep emotional connections, often guided by a rich inner world and a deep sense of empathy that shapes their interactions with others.

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