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courtingchaos · 1 year ago

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Ok, i thought i'd give you a few options.

Having to fuck your way out of a speeding ticket or a possession charge or something with gator

flashing Steve on a dare at a party because boobies

Eddie being a clueless, naive knob when his crush comes on to him in increasingly obvious and suggestive ways and he just can't put two and two together until she's forced to grab him and be like, hi. hello. I'm trying to fuck you here. please compute.

Sorry if these seem stale. I'm not the most creative and they're all smut because I'm a degenerate too. Love your writing :)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

A record store meet-cute with Indiana’s most oblivious guitarist.

Warnings: Blow job and fingering, that’s it that’s all have fun.

A/N: Okay look, for one? Not stale at all. Also, degeneracy supremacy for all. This did the trick and in fact I also wrote the Gator prompt too because that was fun. However Steven eludes me lately so while I wanted to make all the dreams come true, alas I could not. These might not be exactly what you were aiming for? But there’s smut? And they’re fun? Meh, thank you for sending these in friend! Also I think I inadvertently channeled my dearest @chestylarouxx with this one so you know it’s gotta be good.

Gator will get posted separately.

18 + NSFW No Minors

He’s in the store all the time, always on your shift and usually finding you with whatever question he has like when he can’t find a new release or someone has misfiled a vinyl. He asks your opinion on the new releases and laughs when you roll your eyes, a scoff thrown at a new Madonna single. He’ll give you a shocked look when you tell him that you do in fact like Heart and also when you try to explain the shared root between his beloved thrash and the current punk scene.

Despite his affection for arguments with you he persists with toothy grins and a constant promise to ‘show you some real music’ sometime. There’s an undercurrent with your conversations, a feeling of flirting, like when he pulls that chunk of hair across his face while he tells you about his band. He gets bashful when you show interest and ask if it’d be cool if you went and all you can imagine is that dark hallway in the back of the bar and what he might look like under that dimming, yellowing light. It earns you a short nod and one of those smiles, lips tight over his teeth while his dimples dig craters into his pink cheeks. He says he’d love it. Says he can’t wait to see you. Says he’ll let the guys know they’ve got a number one fan now.

So when you get to the end of said night, after the fairly big crowd and all his other friends have filtered out, after his band has almost put up most of the equipment, after he’s collected their cut of the entry fees, you linger. Sitting at the end of the bar with your beer that you’ve been nervously picking the label off of for 20 minutes, waiting on him to make his way over. He taps the bar top and thanks the owner and starts his meandering walk toward you, counting back ones from the roll in a practiced hand. He looks like all the little daydreams you’ve had while watching him wander around the record store, dark hair damp from sweat and curling around his ears. His thin tee clings to him like his jeans cling to him and your heart hammers at the thought of pulling him back those few feet into that blessed, dingy hallway.

“You guys put on a hell of a show.”

“Oh you think so?” He looks up from his money and grins at you, the only girl in the room it would seem. You nod and laugh and start to pluck up your courage when one of the waitresses walks out of the back and squeals before grabbing his bicep and squeezing.

“Oh my god Eddie! You did so good tonight!” You can see her nails pressing into his skin and how his cheeks flame at her praise and suddenly you think you maybe misread this whole thing. “I told you there were gonna be more people this weekend!” She pulls him down and into her space, her nose scrunched up with a big smile for him.

“Thanks Vic.”

“I told you Robin would work miracles with those posters.” She gives him a final squeeze and gets back behind the bar to tie her apron on. He watches her walk down the bar until she takes an order and his gaze slides back to you, a little sheepish.

“Sorry about that.” He shoves the wad of cash in his front pocket and leans on the bar next to you. “You enjoyed it though?” He gives you a wide eyed look, anticipation rounding out his bambi eyes.

“Yeah.” It comes out more clipped than you meant so you clear your throat and direct your gaze back at your peeled Budweiser label. “Yeah, exactly like you said it would be.” A wide smile that you don’t let hit your eyes. Eddie shifts a little, his demeanor softer than it was before, his post show swagger gone when he tilts his head down to try and catch your eyes glued to your bottle.

“You sure? You just seem-“

“I-I’m sorry, it’s actually just-before I came out tonight I found out I need to open so.” You rush it out at him, glancing at your watch and never once noticing the actual time. “I didn’t want to just leave, but I gotta get going I’m sorry.” You shrug at him, half apologetic while you dig a five out of your wallet and toss it on the bar. “Hopefully I’ll see you on Tuesday though? Souls of Black is coming out!” You toss that over your shoulder to give your abrupt departure a bit of a softer hit. Eddie yells something after you that you pointedly ignore and you try your hardest to not kick the door open into the muggy night.

Tuesday morning and you pull a cassette from the display to hold on to. Not like it’s flying out the door but you know Eddie will beeline for you first thing, no matter what far corner of the store you’re occupying. You keep it tucked into one of the pockets on your half apron so you don’t forget it and so you can pull a magic trick when he inevitably comes up and asks you even though he walked by the display.

Noon rolls by and you see nary a curl come through the front door. By 2 you’re hanging out at the register, a permanent fixture there while your coworker takes advantage of your fixation and putzes around in the back. At 4 you contemplate calling the police because this is the most strange behavior you’ve witnessed from Hawkins’s residential Weirdo and at 6, when you flip the sign over to tell everyone you’re closed, you start to think you might have fucked up. Carla, your coworker, reminds you of the cassette in your packet when you toss your apron at the register. A little crease between her eyebrows when she asks, “That for Eddie?”

“Yeah, I was gonna be funny and tell him I could pull stuff out of my ass.” You tell her with a dry laugh and stash the tape under the counter.

“He never misses a Tuesday.”

“Yeah, well, first time for everything.” You shrug.

5 PM Wednesday night brings a rainstorm to downtown and a drowning rat in the form of a drenched Eddie into your store. He shakes off like a Labrador in the doorway and grumbles when he has to peel his jacket off his clammy arms.

“Hey stranger.” You say behind a pop of your gum. Barely looking up from the rolling stone you’re reading when he stomps over to the new releases.

“You’re shitting me.”

“What?”

“There’s no god damn way a Testament album sold out in Hawkins.” He throws his arms up dramatically and lets them slap down onto his damp jeans. Again you barely look when you pick up the stashed tape and hold it aloft, waiting for him to finally turn around and see. “What, did Gareth come in here first and snag the only copy or something?” He snaps cases together angrily while he shifts through them and you almost tell him to quit pitching a fit but it’s a little fun watching him dripping all over the linoleum. His hair clings to his neck, his white ringer tee see through over his shoulder where the rain got in under his collar. You spare a moment to think about what the rain must taste like on him.

“Eddie.”

“Seriously! First my piece of shit van didn’t start yesterday again so I was late to the shop which in turn meant I didn’t get over here.”

“Ed.”

“And then this fucking storm shows up out of fucking nowhere and I’m fucking soaked and I don’t have my fucking tape-oh.” He turns, fist clenched in front of him like he’s tearing at invisible threads, and stops mid rant when he sees the rectangle in your hand. “Oh hello gorgeous.” He looks like he’s in love and he holds out his hands towards you, grasping your fist in both of his to gently shake it. You laugh at his dramatics and let out a yell when he hops onto the counter, ass planted directly on your magazine you were staring through.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world you know that?”

“I have that effect on a lot of guys.” A buff of your nails against your collar and Eddie huffs. He pulls his shoulders in and gives you a side eye that feels a little personal for a second.

“Well alright, statement still stands.” He reads the track list on the back, a slight squint of his eyes and you wonder briefly if he needs glasses. “You listen to it yet?”

“Psh, no.”

“Why not?”

Well, you’d had a plan since the terrible show night and you stomping out of there with your feelings hurt over nothing.

“No one else I know listens to them, thought you’d maybe like to listen to it together?” This is the most courage you’ve ever had, you think as you look up at him through your lashes. “It’s not like a big deal or anything but-“

“Can I borrow your phone?”

“What?”

“I mean yeah, obviously I’d love to listen together but I need to make a call first.” He flashes you that big smile again and you hand the store receiver over. That nervous knot that had begun to form in your stomach is all but gone with his revelation:

Obviously he’d love that.

Obviously! It’s been so obvious right? He’s your number one customer, he’d walked right for you in the bar, and now he’s vehemently agreeing to listening to this album with you, giddy with excitement.

“Hey! Jeff! Put your dick away we’re coming over.”

Jeff? Jeff his guitarist?

“No, I’m at the record shop I got it! Yeah, yeah she’s a real sweetheart she held a copy for me.” Eddie rolls his head to face you and gives you a wink. “I know, she’s the best right?”

Fucking Jeff? You stare at Eddie, dumbfounded, yet again questioning how you keep reading this man wrong. What part of ‘do you want to listen together’ qualified a third party?

“Yeah, we’ll be over after close.” Eddie hands you the phone to hang up and you go through the motions, turning your body away to stare at a spot on the counter so you can frown deeply without him noticing.

“This is gonna be great.” He claps his hands together before hopping down off the counter and pulling his wallet out to pay. “I can finally smoke you out like I’ve been promising.” He wiggles his eyebrows like he’s some kind of cartoon wolf and you feel like you’ve missed a step on the stairs. What is he doing? Is this flirting? Does he use Jeff as a pawn in his games or is he just not picking up what your putting down?

“Yeah, it’ll be great, can’t wait.”

The hang out at Jeff’s wasn’t awkward but you think something is broken in your brain with how off the mark you seem to be.

You’d been aloof with Eddie when he’d first started hanging around you in the shop, not sure how to take his overly forward approach but he’d grown on you quick and the banter was good. He lobbed the conversation back and forth with you with practiced ease and really it was destined for you to find him charming. With his dimples and his music taste and his tattoos it was inevitable that you’d spend your afternoons shooting glances out the window, waiting for him to breeze in with a joke or another long winded story that he’d loose the thread for halfway through. He’d apologize and you’d laugh and sometimes he’d blush at you and that feeling that you thought was there?

Maybe it wasn’t.

You weren’t being particularly subtle with him. Friendly flirting it may be but your touches always lingered longer on his forearm, your lashes always fluttered at his nicknames and your giggles were sprinkled freely for him through his visits. Standard faire ‘come get me, I’m yours’.

Once again at work, mindlessly alphabetizing and sending yourself into a doom spiral you hear the bell above the door ring and a quick glance up makes you pause.

It’s the whole band this time, Eddie in the lead and heading straight for you.

“What now?”

He stops in his tracks, hand flying to his chest in mock affront. “To your favorite customer?!”

Jeff snorts and Gareth and Frank roll their eyes and immediately wander off to the record bins.

“You come in here with a purpose, I need to brace myself.”

“It’s not even for me!” Eddie whines and leans on your cart full of tapes. His rings clack against the plastic casings and catch the overhead lighting, distracting you for a second. “It’s for Gareth, we need to know what you have for a Jazz section.”

“Jazz?” These men confuse you with every new turn. Gareth has already found what he was looking for though, sitting on the floor and flipping through aging cardboard sleeves.

“What does he know about Jazz?” You ask Eddie when he wanders back over with you.

“Oh he was the drummer for the jazz band in high school, you don’t remember that?”

“No, I wasn’t in band.”

“Ah.” He’s leaning on the fixture you need to reorganize but you don’t want to ask him to move, the sunlight shining in at just the right angle to light up his features. You could kick yourself with how enamored you sound, especially when he seems to be woefully uninterested in you and your flirting.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Hm?” He turns to look at you over his shoulder, brown hair gleaming like satin in the sun. His eyebrows hitch up and he tucks his lip between his teeth to worry at it. A thousand little fantasies about that lip glide through your thoughts and you decide to give it one last go.

“Would you like to go out for a drink sometime?”

His lashes flutter at you while he processes your question, his guard down with no witty response lined up.

“Oh like…like w-when?” He’s not meeting your eyes anymore, hands shoved into his jeans pockets. He shifts back to lean his weight on his other leg and leans away. He clams up and distances himself. “Because we’re free tonight after you close, but I know it’s a week night and you might be busy or whatever.” He cocks his head over to the other three grouped around the record crates and you realize it finally.

He’s letting you down soft. He doesn’t hate you, at least there’s that. He’d like to hang out sure, but there isn’t a romantic undercurrent like you’ve been imagining.

“Uh, yeah, tonight works.” You shrug and turn off your emotions. There was a brief prickle of heat behind your eyeballs but you stomp your foot down on that, converse pinning that feeling down like a moth in a frame. “Whenever though, I don’t want to interrupt your plans.” That roiling in your gut squirms under the pinprick and finally stills and you make sure your smile reaches your eyes this time. Eddie agrees and tells the guys and when they’re all standing at the register to check out you keep your cool. The countdown begins when you start typing in the prices, just ten more minutes before they’re on their way out and you can stand in the back and cry. You think about Carla giving you that sad little look and you know it’ll be a waterfall for sure.

“What fresh hell-“ Eddie yells and pushes the door open, red and blue lights flashing for a second before the cruiser engine shuts off. “Hey! I’m not parked illegally!” He shouts out at the deputy holding the windshield wiper of his van up, ticket clutched in his fist. When all Eddie gets is a blank stare he rushes out, leaving his friends staring after him.

“This’ll go over well.” Jeff sighs and hands you cash. “You’ll get to hear about this tonight for 8 hours.”

“About that. I might need to reschedule actually.” You can feel the cracks in the dam and you really don’t want to cry in front of these people.

“Oh?” Gareth gives you a side eye, something slick and calculating. Your eyes dart out the window to see Eddie gesturing at the signs on the street and you sigh heavy, handing their bag over to them.

“Yeah, I just forgot what uh, umm…” Trying to find a good excuse is impossible and he sees it on your face for what it is, an excuse.

“Oh my god Frank you owe me twenty bucks.” Gareth holds out his hand without looking at his friend. “I told you she didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“What.” That stops whatever waterworks were about to spring a leak. Gareth is smiling the biggest shit eating grin and suddenly Jeff and Frank are laughing while money is exchanging hands. “What are you talking about.”

“I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Eddie is the biggest fucking idiot.” Gareth laughs and pockets his money. “Like, I love that man but he has no idea what is going on.”

They aren’t laughing at you but you still feel rooted to the spot, and since none of them have started sharing this secret yet you start to get antsy. Jeff takes pity on you finally and tells you all about Eddie and his current fixation. He tells you about all the stories they’ve heard about you. How cool you are. How hot you are. How you’ll talk music with him like no one else and how you give only the best recommendations.

“You know he listens to New Order now because of you?” Jeff asks with a smile. “Like, great band but Eddie listening to them? He’s got it bad.”

You reel behind the counter while the three of them nod their heads sagely at you.

“He thought you had a boyfriend.”

“What?”

“When you left the other night after the show? He thought you picked up on him trying to flirt and got upset. I told him it was because it looked like Vicky was flirting but he was convinced he fucked up.”

“I thought-“ You don’t know what you thought because it hadn’t been anything actually. You had been jealous and it seemed like it was over nothing.

“Listen, you should still come out tonight. We can talk some sense into him if you want.”

“No.”

“No?” Jeff looks impressed.

“No, I can talk to him.” You run through your daydreams and your interactions. All his dumb jokes and how he looked after his show. You think about your hallway vision and what it might feel like to press him up against that wall and press a confession out of him. “I’ll talk to him.”

You don’t dress up for The Hideout. It’s dive bar chic only but tonight?

Tonight after you run back to your place to change, you dig out your black and white polka dot dress, the one you’d bought because Cyndi Lauper had made it look so good. It’s always sat a little short in the back, the buttons never coming up far enough in the bust for your confidence level but now it’s perfect. It flutters around your thighs and while you try not to poke yourself in the eye with your liner you think about Eddie’s fingers fluttering along with it. Maybe he’d be precious about it, a stuttering mess when you finally explain it to him in clear tones just what you were trying to do.

The whole drive over you imagine what his hair must feel like sliding between your fingers, what the stubble on his jaw would feel like grazing your knuckles, and you almost run two red lights. You’ve been stockpiling courage since the bands little conversation with you but when you finally pull into the parking lot and spot his van, you have a moment of doubt.

Right until he comes into view, leaning into his driver side with his ass sticking out, and it rushes back in tenfold. He doesn’t notice you park but you notice him futzing with his lighter, sad sparks sputtering around the end of his cigarette. Your kitten heels clack on the pavement and he only looks up when you’re almost on him, your own lighter held out in your palm. “Need a light?”

Eddie freezes, hands cupped around his face. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to let his gaze roam downward and you’re really hoping he gives into it. “I didn’t know we had a dress code tonight.” He mumbles around the filter and finally has enough of a thought to drop his hands and take your lighter. It strikes on the first try but you see the slight quiver of his hands when his eyes finally drop to the deep plunge of your dress.

“Oh this old thing? I hardly wear it.” You give him a half turn, just enough to make the hem ripple and he coughs on his inhale.

“It looks good. Y-you look good.” He’s a stuttering mess. “Um, if you want the guys are already inside I was just…” Eddie trails off when you take enough steps to crowd his space and he backs into his open door. The hinges squeak under the pressure and he scrambles to grab onto the frame with his free hand.

“Eddie?” You ask sweetly and he visibly swallows. “I don’t really want to drink with the guys.” You reach over and gently pull his cigarette from his fingers, mostly out of fear he might drop it in his van.

“Oh?” He’s taking short breaths the closer you get and when you lay your hands lightly on his chest you can feel his heart going a mile a minute.

“Mhm.”

The door creaks under his white knuckles and he seems to be holding on for dear life.

“I asked you out for a drink, but this is good too.” Inched close enough that your whisper ghosts over his lips before you close that short distance. That first breath in he smells like his half a cigarette and his aftershave. When his brain finally catches up to what you’re doing he gasps against your kiss, a move that you use to your advantage. Your hands find homes behind his neck to hold him close while your tongue pushes its way past his lips and he moans into your mouth. Here he taste like the beer he’s been drinking and tobacco and you start to get lost him.

He breaks the kiss before you can deepen it, breaths huffed across your face when he drops his forehead to yours.

“Ohhh, I’m a big idiot.” He laughs out in a whisper. “A big, big fuckin’ idiot.”

“No, just a little slow on the uptake.” You can’t resists the urge to slide your fingertips into his hair and the eye roll it gets you is divine.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t picking up on this, I thought I screwed up a few weeks ago-“

“Ed.” You slide your thumb over to rest on his lips. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter.”

“I know but-“

“I’m serious.”

“I still feel stupid-“

“Get in the van.” You cut him off when you’ve heard enough. His eyes go wide before he gives one jerky nod of his head and quiet ‘yes’ and climbs in, disappearing between the seats to the back. You give one look around the parking lot before climbing in and closing the door behind you, any modesty long gone when you have to crawl into the back and you know your dress is bunched up around your hips. In the dark it takes you a moment before you can adjust but there’s a hand wrapped around the back of your knee pulling gently to bring you down to his level. You’ve barely got his outline made out before he’s pulling you in roughly by the leg, his other hand planting hard on the nape of your neck to bring you in for a kiss.

He’s less unsure in the back of his van, moving you around to situate you where he wants you and he lets you push him back against the hard floor once you’re settled in his lap. Your hands push up his shirt while his palms run up your bare thighs, bunching up the thin cotton of your dress till he hits the high cut of your underwear. His laugh turns into a groan when you move quickly down his neck leaving wet, open mouth kisses in your wake. You push his shirt up high and let your teeth drag against his nipple, the hitching in his chest making you smile against sensitive skin. His fingers slide under the edges of your underwear to grab at the fat of your ass and you slide your own fingers under his belt to pull it open.

“Oh hey, you don’t-“

“I don’t what?” The buckle clinks against his wallet chain and it all hits the floor with a heavy thud. “I don’t have to do this?” You tug at his button while holding his gaze and pull his zipper down quick. “Do you want me to do this?” A pause after you pull his jeans open so he can answer you.

His chest heaves but he smiles wide, tongue poking out to run along his bottom lip. “Yes.” He nods at your smile and keeps nodding when you pull his jeans down his hips and when your hand edges under the waistband of his boxers and when you crawl backwards out of his grasp. “Please.” He begs on a breath he started to hold when your dress slid up your hips as you bent down to place a kiss next to his bellybutton. “Please please please.” He chants when your hand wraps firmly around him, your smile pressing into the soft part of his belly.

“Please? Please what, Eddie?” You ask between the dotting of kisses you leave along his hips and the excruciating slow drag of your hand. He squirms under you, his stare heavy on the top of your head where he watches you move further down. “Please more of this?” You roll your wrist to finally free him and the flushed pink tip of his cock glistens in the low light before it disappears in your fist. He lets out a stuttering groan and falls flat on his back to run his hands over his face harshly.

“Or please this?” The flat of your tongue runs up from the base and follows your hand, ending with a cheeky kiss at the tip. You think Eddie might be crying under his big palms with how much he’s shaking.

“Is it that?” Another long lick that pulls a deep breath out of him. You spare a glance up his body to catch him staring at you in the dark from between his fingers.

“Yes fuck-oh shit.” You spare him his grief and swallow him down, your lips meeting your fist and your tongue exploring the soft skin against it. Every ridge and vein gets attention and Eddie rolls his hips up to chase the pointed tip of your tongue. His hands finally come down from his face, no longer obscuring his view, but they hover over your head haltingly.

“You can touch me Ed.” You tell him after popping off his cock wetly. When he stalls for a moment too long your pull a hand to fall on the crown of your head and his fingers slide in automatically, hair held gently between his knuckles. His hand tenses the same as his thighs when you wrap your lips around him again, humming at the taste as he hits the back of your throat. He makes breathy noises above you that choke off when your tongue swirls to match the twist of your hand. You bury your face down until your nose hits his bush and when you swallow around him he lets a string of slurred curses go into the roof, both hands sliding into your hair to grip tight.

You come up for air and to see his face go slack, eyes hazy where he follows the string of spit still connected to your lip and the tip of his cock.

“I didn’t know this is what going for a drink meant.” He tries to crack a joke but between his unfocused eyes and the hitch in his voice you laugh for a different reason.

“I did mean a drink actually, but this is a lot more fun.” Your hand speeds up, slick sounds loud in the back of his van and his eyes roll. You like watching him loose his mind, his hair pulled at and cheeks pink from the flush that creeps up from his chest. The urge to sink your teeth in along his ribs itches at the back of your mind until you can’t ignore it anymore and you attack him, hand trapped between the two of you still working him while you nip at his side. His laugh tumbles into an almost squeal and then a low moan when the head of his cock rubs against your thigh and he ruts up into your hand to chase the heat of your skin. You notice his sudden urgency and make your way back between his knees.

“Now I know it doesn’t look like it,” you lick your palm and continue jerking him off, “but I don’t put out on the first date.”

“This is a date?” He asks dazedly.

“It can be.” You smile at him before dropping your mouth on him again, bobbing up and down quicker this time.

“Oh fuck-“ His hands grip at your hair again, trying to pull back gently at first before he’s a little more insistent. “H-hey.” He tries again and you just stare up at him and hum, tongue running over that sensitive spot under the head of his dick. He must see the grin on your face because he finally drops his head back with a thud and he’s inadvertently bucking his hips up and gasping your name.

“Fuck fuck please don’t stop.” He bargains with you and the whine at the end of his words makes your stomach flip. You can feel the dampness between your thighs, your own arousal ignored in favor of making Eddie go stupid. With him toeing the edge of oblivion and whimpering about it though you almost wish you had just fucked him, if only to chase your own end.

You get a couple of courtesy taps and a whiney ‘no wait-‘ before he finally stills, a gasp caught in his chest that finally shudders out when he comes. His big hands cradle the back of your head when you swallow around him pulsing until he’s hissing and then he’s busy pulling you up to meet him halfway for a bruising kiss.

In the afterglow you realize you’ve had your whole ass out and anyone walking by his van could have seen you through the windshield. You only get a moment of embarrassment though before he’s moving into you and pushing you into the back of his driver seat.

“Hey we can-“ He pushes his face up under your jaw and cuts you off with open mouth kisses from your ear to your shoulder sitting bare under a hanging neckline. “We can go in for that drink now if you want.” You giggle at his eagerness and his hair tickling down your dress. He hasn’t even put himself together yet and he’s already got his hands on a mission, fists pulling and bunching up the fabric of your dress.

“I don’t want to go in for a drink.” He parrots your line back to you and carefully plucks at the big button keeping the top of your dress together. “I would like to express my sincere gratitude,” He works the button open one handed and catches your eye before dipping his fingers under the thin fabric and into the cup of your bra, “and deepest apologies,” the rough pad of his fingertip grazes a sensitive nipple and you bite your lip while your lashes flutter at him, “for being the worlds most ignorant individual.” He finishes on a whisper before he kisses you, plush lips soft and seeking like his hand now slowly working its way up your inner thigh. The tip of his pinky grazes along the edge of your underwear when his tongue slides along the seam of your lips and you grant him access to everything, knees falling apart and mouth molding to his.

This may not be your little dingy hallway inside but it’s better than any work daydream you’ve had about him. He slides your underwear down and pulls at your knee, spreading you open for him to run a finger in the crease of your hip. That earns him stifled whine from you and he tuts quietly. “Don’t be quiet.” His free hand pulls the shoulder of your dress down so he can plant a kiss there. “I gotta earn my forgiveness.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, it worked out.” You press your forehead into his and grin at him, stars in both your eyes you’re sure of it.

“Yeah but we could have been doing this so much sooner.” Just the slide of his finger through your folds makes you shiver, the wet sound of you loud in the quiet. “And look at me being ignorant again.” Two fingers this time, sliding up to find that small bundle of nerves that makes your head drop back. Eddie busies himself at your neck again, chest pressed into you and pinning you in place, fingers running tight circles over your clit. “Ignoring you in need.” His tongue worries at a spot behind your ear, an attempt to get you to relax into him and he dips his fingers down to gather your slick. “Let me help you out and maybe I’ll let you buy me a beer.”

You laugh and he sinks those two fingers in to hear you gasp and he wastes no time in his search for the right angle. He starts a quick pace that makes your breath catch in your chest and those musician fingers hone in on the spot that makes your legs jump.

“Oh is that it?” He bites softly at your neck stretched out under his mouth and laughs against your heated skin when you let out a strangled ‘uh huh’.

“Right there?” He flutters his fingers over and over, your thighs twitching with every brush. The heat pools fast in your abdomen especially with him mouthing at any skin he can find. You feel like you’re melting against him, the heat trapped between you and his fingers moving ceaselessly and when he angles his hand to press his thumb onto your clit you roll into him, thighs holding his arm in place.

“That’s it.” He murmurs and it’s your turn to bury your face, mouth hung open on a silent gasp against his chest.

“Eddie, please!”

“Please what?” He uses your words against you in play. “Please this?” A deeper brush of his fingertips and he grinds his hand against you. Your groan shakes deep out of your chest and before that band snaps to send you over the edge your hand winds up in his hair to hold on. It’s a quick push when your orgasm hits and Eddie doesn’t stop, not with you pulling his hair and gasping against his chest, not until you have to pull away, lightheaded and chest heaving.

“So I think that’s a good first apology, right?” He says into your hair, hand still trapped between your thighs.

“First?”

“Yeah I mean I have at least four more to make.” He removes his hand gently and finds your ruined underwear to wipe his fingers off, all while giving you a sly side eye.

“Are they all gonna be like that?” You feel boneless in the stifling heat of his van. He shifts and pulls you with him, slotting you between his legs so you can stay laying against his chest.

“I mean, they don’t have to be.” He sighs.

“No, no I like these kind of apologies.” You giggle against him and he pulls the hem of your dress down back over your hips. “Just maybe not always in the back of a van?”

“Oh no, I’ve got all kinds of places in mind. I Can say sorry in that little hallways inside,” your eyes go wide in the dark where he can’t see, “I’m sure you have a back room at work I can sneak into.”

“Oh my boss will love that.”

“Shit, I can find a corner in the garage no one uses, really the possibilities are endless.”

You know someone has to have noticed Eddie being gone for so long and you expect a tap on a window any minute but for now you stay tucked up against him. You’ll buy him his drink when his friends discover his fogged over van.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x Fem Reader #My Work #My Fic #asks!#THIS BITCH IS 6K????? since fuckin when 😩

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year ago

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Open When...

FEBRUARY FICLETS #1

A/N: Happy February, everyone! (Yes, it' true, January is finally over!) For me, has historically been a month of writing slumps and creative blocks. In an effort to try to fight that this year, I am choosing a few prompts from this list and writing something short for them. I have no idea how many I’ll get to, but for now here’s a little Ezra to get things started. This is part of the Angelfish universe.

Prompt: love letter

Warnings: brief mention of accident and injury

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Long distance relationships are always tough, especially when the distance spans different planetary systems. But you still find a way to be there for Ezra without ever leaving your post on Lau.

The relentless hum and buzz of life at Bahkroma base was silenced as Ezra reached his bunk and slid the door shut.

What a day. He sighed, bringing his right hand up to the back of his neck. The smallest tilt of his head released an audible pop of tension that he felt beneath his fingers. What a Kevva-fucked day.

Though the potential for danger on the Green Moon was always high, most dig shifts went smoothly. Trek out to the site, fill the day’s aurelac quota, secure the gems and trek back to base. The terrain was rough, the chemicals used to coax the gems from the fleshy roots was caustic, and without a filter the air would kill a person in just a handful of cycles. But when protocol was followed and equipment maintained - as it always was when Ezra was leading an expedition - the job could be done with relative safety.

Of course, there were still plenty of ways that a dig could go awry.

That day, it happened to be an expired vial of chem left behind by some drifter whose body had long since been consumed by the mossy forest floor. Flesh decays, and the Green is always hungry for carrion. But inorganic material remains for far longer - roto scalpels and extraction forceps left to rust, containers of phaser becoming covered by growth, laying in wait like landmines to be struck open by a drill head or pickaxe. Unlike some of the substances used in filtration and cleaning that lost potency over time, phaser solution only became more volatile. More dangerous.

Which was why Frontier Mining Company had invested in top of the line scanning equipment that checked the ground for evidence of abandoned dig sites before crews were cleared to begin.

The scans came up clean, though. Ezra stepped away from the door and crossed the small space that somehow felt smaller since you’d left for your posting on Big Blue. Choosing what had always been your side, he sat on the edge of the bed and gripped the mattress. They were clean. We were cleared, and then-

He screwed his eyes shut against the memory of what happened next - the distinct sound of metal finding glass, the hiss and bubble of the leaked fluid reacting to the water in the plantlife it spilled onto, the stillness in the half second before the explosion, and the anguished screams that came through the comms in his helmet.

In the end, it could have been worse. No one was killed. Everyone had been knocked to the ground, a few people had been banged up a bit. But Danelo, one of the crewmen Ezra had known for as long as he’d known you, had been the unlucky bastard whose ax had hit the vial. He lost a hand to the blast. Ezra had responded quickly, grabbing a field kit and loading the foam gun to cream up the wound as best as he could until the team was able to get the injured man back to base for proper medical treatment, and that had likely saved him from the worst of the infection.

It was still a grizzly sight. He opened his eyes and they landed on the photo he kept tacked up on the wall - one of you in his arms on the covered porch of your floating apartment out on the Skiffs, the shockingly blue water shimmering in the sunlight and your smile directed at him and not the camera. The picture instantly helped to put him at ease if only just a little. I’m glad you weren’t here for that, Angelfish.

He was glad, even though his missing you ran deeper than the ocean you were stationed beneath, that you were no longer at risk of falling prey to any of the Green Moon’s hidden perils. Glad that what happened to Danelo would never happen to you. Glad that your day to day operations on The Dive were far more stable than the wild nature of Aurelac mining. Even though he ached to hold you, especially on days when just a tiny shift in circumstance could have made it impossible for him to hold you ever again, Ezra was beyond relieved that your days on the Green were through. And that my own up here are numbered.

But days like that - and several others - were exactly what you had prepared for the last time you were both on leave together. Because you think of everything, don’t you?

Reaching up to the shelf that was built into the wall above the bed, Ezra pulled down a string-wrapped bundle of letters. There were fifteen in total, each of them meant for different occasions. You’d sealed each letter with a drop of wax and labeled them with their intended purposes. Open when you score a big pull. Open when your stand is halfway through. Open when it’s your birthday. Some of them were still sealed, awaiting the right time as per your instructions. Others were already opened, their pages folded and refolded along creases made by your hands so he could read and reread them as needed. Open when you can’t sleep. Open when you need a laugh. He thumbed through the semi-wrinkled paper, fingers finding the one he was looking for and pulling it from the stack.

Open when it’s been a hard day.

That one was still crisp and unopened. Slipping the shoes from his feet, Ezra swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned back against the wall, and then he slipped his finger between the edges and tore them apart. So far, every single one of your letters had perfectly matched whatever reason he’d had for opening them. Each one was a reminder of exactly what he needed to hear, as though you were right there. And each one only proved what he’d known for years - that you loved him just as much as he loved you. Let’s see what you’ve got to say this time.

Like always, as he read he could hear the words in your voice, as close and clear as though you were there tucked against his chest.

Oh, my Ezra,

A hard day, prospector? I’m sorry, love. These are the days that I wish I was with you the most. Even if just to put my arms around you to give you a few minutes of relief. You make all my worst days more bearable and the fact that I'm so far away on one of yours is something that I would change in a heartbeat if I could. But since I can’t, this will have to do.

Do you remember that day on H4, back at the training facility, when you asked me to partner up with you for the Vezna excursion? I’m sure you do. It was our first experience on a fire planet and we were both nervous about it. What I never told you, though, was that earlier that day I was very seriously considering leaving the Frontier program altogether. I’d blown my Sector Six practice exam that morning and even though the field assessment was still a week away, I could already hear the gossip. I knew most of the other trainees didn’t want me there, didn’t think I could hack it. None of them were eager to be put on a crew with me, and I was really starting to doubt myself. Doubt my dreams. It was my hardest day of the 582 that we spent there.

But then you came along and you had that smile on your face and you said “Angelfish, there’s no one I’d rather walk through the flames with.” And even though you didn’t know it, that was exactly what I needed to hear. That you saw me as someone who was strong enough to do hard things, even things that made you nervous, too. You saw me as someone to depend on, even when I couldn’t see it for myself.

Ezra, I don’t know what happened today to make you open this letter in particular. But I do know that what you said to me that day? I feel the same. There is no one in this or any universe that I would rather walk through flames with, because I know that you can. I know that whatever struggles the day brought you won’t keep you down, because you’re stronger than anything that might try to stop you.

And do you remember what happened after the Vezna excursion? After we got back to H4 and passed Sector Six? Those ten days we spent in The Ephrate during semester break? I do. And I know you do, too.

I love you, Ezra. You’ll get through this hard time, and we’ll be together again soon. So soon.

He read your letter three times that night, running his fingers over the indentations made by your pen, tracing the lines and curves of the letters where you signed your name. You always ended each letter the same way - Your Angelfish - and each time he read those two words they filled him with a warmth he’d only ever felt when you were there beside him. You were his, and he was more yours than his own.

Flattening the letter over the center of his chest, Ezra turned his head to glance at the photo again. “You always know what to say, Angelfish.”

The reassurance that you believed in him - believed that he was capable of doing what was necessary to get through the hard days, whatever they bring - was the reason he was able to fall asleep that night.

But your mention of that long ago trip to The Ephrate? That was the reason for the things he dreamed about. And he couldn’t wait to be back on the Skiffs with you to tell you and show you that yes, he absolutely remembered those ten days.

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house-afire · 11 months ago

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Only One Ending (Ed/Stede, canon-divergence AU)

Prompt: 100 words of role reversal

“I thought about putting an end to you,” Badminton said.

Ed didn’t like having his hands empty. He tried to make up for it with some glitz: unsheathed his smile a fraction of an inch at a time, like he was taking out a blade. He did his best not to watch the dark bore of Badminton’s pistol, but it was tricky. It was a gun with a lot of fucking ideas about itself.

Ed said, “Oh, killing Blackbeard. That’s a completely new one. Honestly, no one’s ever come up with that idea before.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“No, I mean it. Well, pirates—not creative thinkers, are we? Not like the British Admiralty.” He let the smile droop into a frown. “Actually, now that I think about it, there may have been a couple dozen guys before you. Fuck, if I could only remember what happened to them. No one’s seen them since.”

Playing both sides of good pirate/bad pirate had worked for him before. Jovial to dead-flat, back-slapping to back-stabbing—it all had a whiff of madness to it that most people backed down from and Ed didn’t like to think about. It slipped away from him sometimes and twisted him up, like a snail fork under his skin. But hey, price of doing business.

It wasn’t working on Badminton, though. He looked like he was hungover at a turtle-crab fight, a foul taste in his mouth and the sun shrinking up his skull around his brain while he watched impatiently as something capered around. He wasn’t scared or spitting mad. He wasn’t even there, except as a finger on a trigger. Ed didn’t mean anything to him.

He would, though. He’d leave the bastard pinned to a tree, palm sap stickying up his wounds.

And there Badminton went, carrying on like Ed hadn’t even said anything: “I thought about putting an end to you,” he repeated, “because Stede Bonnet deserves to lose someone he cares for. Someone who must, for some godforsaken reason, care about him. But now I find I’m having second thoughts.”

Badminton’s eyes met his for the first time.

“You’re going to get him killed, you know,” he said, his voice lower than ever, like it was going down and down to dig into the sand under Ed’s feet. “As long as I let you live, I have the satisfaction of knowing that Bonnet will die bloody.”

This time Ed didn’t bare his teeth deliberately. It just happened, his lips pulling back all stiff and rigid like he was long dead and shriveled up. And wasn’t he? Hadn’t he been, before Stede?

“The last time I saw you,” Ed said, “I saved his life. Don’t know what you’re drawing your conclusions from, mate.”

“You saved his life from the fallout of a squabble with one of your own men. Whatever uniform they try to shove you in, you are Blackbeard, and violence and jealousies and darkness eddy around you, and they will suck him down, and he will drown in your wake. You said it yourself. How many dozens of men have drawn on you? How long will it take one of those bullets to go astray?”

His mouth was dry. He wouldn’t let that happen to Stede. He wouldn’t, until he did, because the bullshit never stopped coming. Even if Blackbeard died, men would hunt down his ghost.

Badminton, stepping closer to him, said, “I know what happens with pirates. Bonnet isn’t a real one, and he never will be, but you—you’re as real as they come. So I wish you joy of him. Keep him close, and one day his blood will paint—”

Tripped over a root, Ed noted distantly, wiping the spray of blood off his face. Fucking gun really had had opinions. One problem solved, anyway.

Taking the chance was intimidating, but invigorating too, wasn't it? Like sea air, it had the tang of adventure to it.

The Revenge had been just her toy-sized model once, a fantasy and a plaything, but Stede had seen her grow into a life. He had walked out on the deck of a dream and steered it into the sunset.

(Well, he had told Buttons to steer it into the sunset, but it was almost the same thing.)

So things that were too good to be true did happen. The world wasn’t as narrow as he’d always been told. There were escape hatches into dizzying freedom, into lives worth living, even for people like him, who had always been so unsuitable for everything else. It wasn’t always disappointment. Sometimes, every so often, fate was kind.

Stede sat on the beach and told himself that, over and over. All around him, the sands steadily changed from silver to gold as the sun began to come up.

#edward teach #stede bonnet #chauncey badminton #ed/stede

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nyehilismwriting · 3 years ago

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sentinel - going forward

hiiii everyone. I know things have been quiet for a long time on the sentinel front, and I wanted to make a (long-overdue) post explaining where I’m at & what I’m thinking.

for some background, I started writing sentinel two years ago (and damn does that give me heart palpitations) during the summer I graduated, with no plan but a handful of vague ideas and concepts. I was unemployed, hadn’t written anything longer than a couple of thousand words in years, and i had no real idea where I was going with it.

i’ve learned a lot since then, about coding & writing, about this community, and about myself. I originally planned to use the twine port as an opportunity to rewrite parts, maybe fix up one or two things, and generally polish the content that’s currently available, but the further I got into it, the more it seemed like so much was broken, pointless, or just plain bad it hardly seemed worth it.

I still love this story; I still love these characters. I still want to write this game, but in order to make it into what I think it needs to be, I need to go right back to the beginning. I’ve mentioned various times on this blog that I’m doing rewrites, messing with code and so on; all of that is true, but I don’t think I’ve ever emphasised the extent to which I’m overhauling it.

twine gives me a lot more creative freedom, and has encouraged me to think outside the usual formula when it comes to my writing. one of the biggest aspects of sentinel that I struggle with, as it stands, is the urban fantasy aspect - I’m a fantasy author by nature, and I think I rooted too much of sentinel in the real world, where I’d much prefer to lean into the surrealist/horror elements. plot-wise, it was never intended to be a monster of a game, but I got too caught up in sideplots and twists that I lost sight of the overall premise, which in turn had me losing interest in the game as a whole.

I’m reluctant to call this a hiatus, since functionally there is no difference to you guys: there hasn’t been any new content for a long time, but rest assured I am still working on and thinking about this story. I just need time to dig out the aspects that made me passionate about it in the first place, and to find a way to bring them into the light. it will be a long time before there’s any new content to speak of - I’ll keep posting snippets & prompts every now and then, and drop notes and excerpts as I feel like it, but I hope this has eased some concerns about this project being abandoned. it isn’t - it’s just gone insane so i’ve locked it in the attic and married a pretty new wip. don’t worry about it.

in summary: sentinel isn’t abandoned, but in order to create the game I really think it could be, and deserves to be, I have to go back to the drawing board and readjust my paradigm and all kinds of other fun words for, essentially, starting again. the choicescript demo will remain as is, and I’m too far off to give a timeline on what happens next: whether I drop a demo of the rewrite, or just try to get the game complete before release, I don’t know yet.

thank you all for your patience and support. I know it’s been a long time, and it’ll be even longer still, but I hope it will be worth it. ❤❤❤

#this got rambly i do apologise #if 2019 me could see this they'd be horrified #but they also didn't see covid coming so joke's on them. loser #i cannot stress enough how much i do love these characters though #i just need to do them justice #and again thank you all for your support #cannot tell you how much every nice message means to me #sentinel if

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astrology-with-charu · 4 years ago

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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 : 𝐊𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 & 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄

While the Scorpio full moon we just experienced along with Pluto retrograde would continue to bring things up from below the surface that need to be handled, faced and healed, we would start now working on the future. May would have not just a new moon in Taurus, giving us a fresh boost of self worth and net worth so we can start building our new life on firm grounds, we would also have three fated encounters on 10th, 17th and 31st May which will bring more clarity to our life path which would unfold further with the eclipses we are about to experience end May and June. We will dig deeper into all of this today and then in part 2 delve deeper into May themes by sign.

𝕂𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

𝟚𝟟 𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝟙𝟙 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕚𝕠 𝟟º𝟘𝟞’

𝟚𝟟 𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 : ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝟚𝟞º𝟜𝟠’ ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟

𝟛𝟘 𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 : 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕌𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝟙𝟘º𝟜𝟙’ 𝕋𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

𝟙𝟙 𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝟚𝟞 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤 𝟚𝟙º𝟙𝟠’

𝟙𝟛 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : 𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 ℙ𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕤

𝟙𝟘,𝟙𝟟,𝟛𝟙 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕪, 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕤, 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝟙𝟘º𝟜𝟝’ 𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚

𝟚𝟡 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝟚𝟜º𝟜𝟛’ 𝔾𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚

𝟚𝟛 𝕄𝕒𝕪 : 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝟙𝟛º𝟛𝟙’

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𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 & 𝗧𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻

Right at the onset of May on May Day we have Sun and Uranus making a surprising contact at the very degree we would have solar eclipse - fated new start in April of 2022. The shifts we are bringing this month especially in first half of the month have structural implications on what we are going to grow in 2022 financially and physically. We are taking those first steps of making a change in our life which underlines financial independence, shift in our values and shift in how we create value. Even shift in what we perceive to be stable and what we perceive to be gainful and beautiful. The definition of abundance is being changed and as our values shift so does our external reality. In the same vein definition of love and creativity is being progressively changed as the way we choose changes. The things we did before which seemed to form the structural part of our world, now do not seem to be inline with our new values. Uranus is a trigger which would show us a stale situation which needs changing and its been trying to do so since 2019. Now its entered its second decan, the Virgo dominant decan where we now do something useful and practical to make those changes. It also comes with more flexibility versus the initial rigidity to change we might have experienced.

There is an inner separation from our own old inauthentic identity or even father figure as a new discovery of our unique identity begins.

At 10º41 Taurus we create a new ego, its almost the old identity has been eliminated, weeds are being eliminated one by one and a new self is being born. “As the roots, so the flowers” said Rudhyar of this degree. We are ready for a new bloom and we would become ego attached to a new identity, such is human nature. We would nurture it, water it, love it and expect the world from it. This is the period of “Cultivation”. We must use May for nurturing and cultivation of our new roots. Which would culminate in the full flower supermoon on 26th May which is a lunar eclipse this month - closest full moon of this year.

Remember this is part of our chart where once we make home, we tend to live longer.

So whatever new source of income or new assets or personal resources or investments or heart choices you are cultivating remember you are laying down grounds for the long haul. It would feel that its not going at the speed you want, especially financial aspect of it. Words would be flowing fast, ideas and even documents may be going but that solid growth and ground might look slow. That’s a topic of 2022 when North node comes in Taurus and accelerates that element.

Do not forget Mother’s Day on 9th May ! Venus would be square Jupiter day before at last degree of Taurus, some people are about to go overboard in their purchases.

𝗝𝘂𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝘀!

Jupiter the planet of expansion moves into its own sign and in its full strength briefly from 13 May to 28 July before it settles down fully in Pisces for 2022 starting 28th December 2021. This is a preview period and we will see growth in faith, spirituality, compassion and idealism. We last had this transit in 2010. So you can review what shifted for you in Jan 2010 when Jupiter last just entered Pisces. This preview would also show us the growth we would fully experience in 2022, as well as some over the board optimism or even misleading or inflated expectations. I have put the brief of my previous note on the 2022 Jupiter Neptune cycle at the bottom of this note for your reference. We are more open to choices but all choices aren’t lucrative, this might be a good season to lay some good ground rules. But overall this is a very expansionary transit and Jupiter works very well in Pisces so expansion and growth is greatly supported. This transit especially sprouts creative geniuses.

Covered by zodiac sign earlier this year

𝗠𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲

Contracts, agreements, discussions agreed past 14th May might need some revision as Mercury would go retrograde after 29th May. Fated encounter need a bit more time to be fully understood and messaging of them may not be clear at the onset. We might in early June take a bit of step back to make sense of it all. This would also be supported by Saturn going retrograde, there might be structural changes required in our plans, getting some boundaries and rules right to make what we are initiating is more abundant. After 23rd May till 10 Oct there might be structural reworks which would be needed in our vision and plans to make them more resilient. It will also be the time to evaluate where healthy boundaries need to be built with friend, our network and sibling.

𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗮𝗵𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

Each of the fated encounters of 10th May, 17th May and 31st May come with the Saturn trine giving us discipline to make the structural changes I just spoke of. It’s the pie in the sky thoughts, ideas and discussions we had in March and April are now being given substance. These dates and a day before / after give great opportunities to have a productive talk with authorities, progress on approvals and guidance from an elder or experienced person. These are the “rising to the occasion” contacts - these are unexperienced grounds of potential. After 10th of May and especially 17th of May you would truly feel yourself free from the past and moving into this unchartered territory we are about to chart together. Stay flexible, open and present as it would require us to leave our old life belief system behind as south node asks us to release our beliefs and replace them with new information.

All of these fated encounter come in close contact with one of the great stars in the sky, one of the four Royal stars of Persia, the Archangel star (Michael), the Watcher in the East, called Aldebaran. Contact with this star has promise of success or happiness but it comes with a test of integrity. We would be faced with an issue of integrity and would have to rise to the occasion. A very famous example is of Edward VIII who fell in love with a divorce and even though the most logical & traditional choice would have been to compromise his integrity he abdicated the throne to marry the woman he loved. We would have to live by the morals even though the temptation to not follow them would be high. Galileo Galilei rebelled against the church announcing that Earth was the one that orbited around the Sun at the risk of being arrested & imprisoned. We would have to rise up for our truth as we encounter some moral dilemma.

Mars met this start on 26th March with influence across end of March - did you had to take a high road on a subject which was tempting ? Were you prompted in some way to change your course to take the road less travelled yet the one thats morally and spiritually more in line with you ? Well I have my natal Venus on Aldebaran so I was. If it was the case for you, you would see more progress, more information on that choice you are making.

𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘀

As we go towards the month end, I do believe activation of this star which has Mars like equalities, we could see our world leaders encounter this very moral dilemma. When Mars met north node in Gemini last in March Biden had called Putin the “murderer” and ofcourse Ever Given went on giving stuck in the Suez Canal. It was also the deadliest days in Myanmar protests. This all coupled with the eclipses, Saturn standing still and Saturn square Uranus becoming exact in June, makes for an intense month end and summer.

Communication would be charged up, transportation a bit haywire as people try to speed and we would want to go hundred miles a minute in our mind, hands and voice. Use your words wisely and its a great opportunity to make once in 19 years progress on our written, creative, verbal, communication, commercial projects and skills.

Due to the eclipse of the month end on 26th May with south node and its history, I do not recommend to travel or be engaged in religious group activities which can lead to crowds. You always have to use your own judgement in whats best for you but astrologically this eclipse comes with a travel or religious incident.

As Saturn would go retrograde on 23rd of May and square Uranus for a second time on 14th June, the Saturn in Aquarius and Saturn square Uranus themes of breakthrough, rebellion, regulations on innovation especially tech become stronger as we approach June. More regulations would be drafted over this period of Saturn strength especially covering innovations in financial system such as digital currency, stock market, investments, land use and at some point food innovation.

Covered in the past in details as below :

Saturn Square Uranus : Overview

Saturn Square Uranus : By Zodiac Sign

More on eclipses soon!

Have a great month ahead.

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𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮

“Jupiter the planet of expansion is moving into Pisces fully after 28th Dec and it will meet Neptune at yes at this spot on 12th April 2022 which would be a outer planet meet colouring global events of 2022. This is a once in 166 years of divine cycle when optimism hits up our dreams and inflated expectations are very much at root of this cycle. We are seeding that cycle right now with this new moon so a bit of inflated expectations are in. But so are prospects for creative genius, compassion, inspiration, positive thinking, divinity. In 1856 when this cycle was last seen in Pisces - Sigmund Freud was born; Frank Baum the author of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was born ...Robert Peary who claimed discovery of North Pole was born... I can go on... Nikolas Tesla was born - creative genius underlines this cycle which is about to begin in 2022.

But there would also be delusional leaders, bad intention false hopes and inflation which would come with this. Seeds of that also is being planted now in inflated expectations and idealism. This cycle has deep implications for change in religion and spirituality. Also on weather patterns especially linked to floods, hurricanes - the Last Island Hurricane in US which destroyed Last Island was part of last cycle as was a massive church explosion. This was also first year when the Third Party in US called “Know nothing American Party” fought elections. Seeds of American civil war were grown in this cycle as well back in 1856. “

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sasarahsunshine · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Fox Mulder / Aaron Hotchner | Motchner Requested: @ssa-santiago <3

Prompt: "You're so dumb." "You love me." Warnings: None! Just fluff <3

A/N: I don't usually do crossover fics, but I freaking love the universe Dean made with Fox Mulder (from X-Files) and Hotch being together. It's fun and creative, and I'm super glad I got to write a little blurb of them for him! Hope you like it, Dean! <333

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Another case wrapped up, finally, after what felt like months of being stuck in New Mexico, and Mulder could not wait to get home. As much as he loved spending time in the desert, he was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed. But he was going to have to wait one more night, it seemed, as Hotch announced to the group in the lobby of the hotel, "The jet won't be ready until morning."

He was met with a series of groans, Derek throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling and cursing under his breath. Rossi grumbled something as he turned towards the hotel's bar. Mulder wasn't exactly sure what he said, but it was probably along the lines of "if you need me, I'll be drunk."

Sighing, Fox rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. This whole case had exhausted the team, himself included. But, if they were stuck in the middle-of-nowhere New Mexico for one more night, then he should take advantage. He hadn't had the chance to check out any hot-spots since they arrived, the focus being on the missing girls.

Hotch must have read his mind, for the unit chief approached him after everyone else disappeared (either to the bar, or back to their rooms). "I know that look," he said slowly. He looked so tired, the circles under his eyes rivaling even those from Reid.

"What look?" Fox tried to play coy, taking a step back towards the stairs, "I don't have a look."

"You do," Hotch insisted as he followed, "Your eyes get glassy when you're thinking of doing something dumb."

Mulder scoffed, turning on his heels and walking up the stairs to their shared room, "I'm not thinking of anything dumb, so there was no look." As he unlocked the door, Hotch's lips quirked into a small smile. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched the younger agent start digging around his bag.

"You're going out, then?" He asked.

Mulder looked over his shoulder once he found what he was looking for: a digital camera with an extra battery pack. "Come on, Aaron. I can't be in one of the biggest UFO hot-spots in America and not go out on our last night here."

Something about the way he said Hotch's name made the older man swallow, his adam's apple bobbing slowly. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to hide a small smile, "Alright. I'll go with you."

He regretted offering the moment he did, because now Hotch was leaning against the hood of the black SUV, watching his boyfriend stand atop a small hill in the middle of the desert, his eyes cast towards the sky. It was chilly, and he didn't bring a coat. But without light pollution, he could see almost as well as if it were day, so that was kind of cool. He debated on getting back in the vehicle, but then he'd miss the look of wonder on his boyfriend's handsome face.

He had kept glancing at his watch. It had stopped ticking a little bit ago, which was odd, but he could guesstimate it was a little after 2am. So, finally, he cupped his hands over his mouth and called out, "Love? Come on, let's go back. It's late."

Mulder peered over his shoulder at Hotch, frowning a little. He could feel the shift in the air. He knew he was about to catch something- he just needed a little more time! He was about to say as much, turning to respond, when his shoe got caught on the root of a sagebrush. With the most ungraceful tumble in the history of mankind (Derek would say as much, if he were there to witness this), he found himself face-first in the dirt.

Hotch sighed, his hands on his hips. He was at Mulder's side in an instant, crouching down, "You okay?"

Mulder coughed as some dirt and dust filled his mouth, lifting his hand and giving a thumbs up, "Yup. Perfect."

"How did you even manage?" Hotch asked as he took hold of Mulder's hand and lifted him to his feet. The latter frowned, "Um, a stick, I think. I tripped on a stick. Or a root?" He glanced at the ground to try and find the culprit.

Hotch chuckled, his hand going to Mulder's chin and guiding their lips together for a soft kiss. It didn't last long enough, as far as Mulder was concerned. He was about to say as much, when Hotch mumbled, "You're so dumb."

Mulder couldn't hold back his grin, "You love me." Hotch chuckled again, placing another chaste kiss along Mulder's jaw, "I do. Let's go back to the hotel now, please?"

"Fine," Mulder exhaled. He shot one last look at the sky before they pulled away (the car took a minute longer than it should have to start). He could swear he saw... something. But Hotch looked so tired. He'd have to plan a separate trip out here sometime soon, he supposed.

#Dean 🎼#Motchner #Mulder x Hotch #Fox Mulder #Aaron Hotchner #Criminal Minds x X-Files crossover #They are so gay you guys #I hope you like this Dean!#Criminal Minds #X-Files #Blurb #Prompt #cute

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thekytchensynk · 4 years ago

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Trial by Combat (Fictober Prompt 6)

Prompt number: 6

Fanfiction Fandom: One Piece

Rating: G

Warnings: No Warnings

Read this story at AO3

In other circumstances, this might have been kind of fun. Dropped into a gladiatorial arena, facing a variety of enemies -- it’s an interesting challenge to face for Zoro. Just a low-stakes place to test himself.

Except the stakes aren’t all that low. Which kind of sucks.

Most of the crew is back on Joyride, an island of “Extreme” entertainment and experiences that, predictably, turned out to be a little more extreme than advertised. They have been trying to dig out whoever is behind the whole thing, kidnapping people and injecting them with some concoction that turns them into massive, mindless killing machines. One trail had led them to believe the source of the concoction may be on the neighboring island of Little Flower.

It should have been simple -- still was, really. His captain sent him over here on the Mini Merry to take care of whoever was making the stuff while Luffy and the rest finished rooting out the folks who were using it. After all, the two islands were in eyesight of one another. Just a quick jaunt over, finish things, head back … simple.

Heck, he’d even seen a castle at the highest point on the island, and as his experience with both Hogback and Mihawk had taught him, the big castle was often where you could find the most dangerous people.

But the island was apparently a damn maze, and every time he tried to get up to the blasted thing, he found himself somewhere else, dealing with the increasingly long time this was taking and the increasing agitation of his teammate who was following him, and so when he saw a set of bleachers with plenty of people in them, he headed over. They HAD to know how to get to the castle.

But somehow that ended with him in the middle of the arena, fighting a series of these bulked up, mindless monsters. It was a strange, cross-shaped arena, with a round metal fighting area in the center and four seating areas, with walkways between each of them in the four cardinal directions, leading back out.

They said if he could survive the gauntlet, they’d give him audience with their boss. They also said if he left, he’d sign the death warrants of all the remaining prisoners, locked somewhere in the castle.

He’d considered it. Decided against it, but certainly considered just marching up to the gates and cutting his way in and through until he got the answers his captain wanted. The deaths would be awful, but awful people were going to do awful things. He has no way to know if they’d even honor the agreement, that they wouldn’t just kill the hostages anyway, even if Zoro did everything they asked.

But having decided to take care with the fighting, he’s had to move carefully. If he was going all out, he could cut loose, but for this he has to be precise, keep his collateral damage to a minimum.

“Hey! Get your head in the game!”

Oh yes. There is also Usopp to worry about.

Worry is probably the wrong word. The sniper is actually somewhat better equipped for this than Zoro himself, since his weaponry tends toward the less lethal to begin with. He is somewhat hampered by the metal floor of the arena though, which gives no place for many of his more creative ammunition types to take root. Zoro is reasonably sure he heard some old standards like tabasco star get called out.

And together they’re making good time through the waves of enemies. It turns out the entire arena is meant to be their challenge, with each member of the audience strapped against their will with an auto-injection device that can be triggered remotely, but automatically injects the victim if they try to take it off. And it’s fast. Zoro tried to cut the thing off one man’s arm. But it hadn’t been fast enough. The guy had bulked up like Chopper on a Rumble Ball and joined the fray.

“Are they adding people to the audience when we’re not looking?” Usopp mutters as their paths bring them close together. Zoro sweeps a practiced eye across the remaining viewers.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

“Well it sure feels like it!”

They move apart, Zoro hopping over the unconscious forms of several defeated enemies whose bodies have begun to shrink to normal size again. The whole exercise is a bit irritating, but not terribly difficult. And maybe that’s what makes him look again. When it becomes clear this isn’t going the way their enemies wanted, they should change tactics.

And now he sees it -- what Usopp had seen as “more people” was the same number, but all moving closer, crowding toward the edge of the arena instead of remaining in their seats. He can see fear in some faces, a grim determination in others, and he just knows.

“Here they come,” He calls over his shoulder to Usopp. She sniper doesn’t answer, but he hears the man running across the arena to a new position.

And the final wave begins.

For a few minutes it’s all a blur -- face after face meeting the backs of his blades. Flashes of green and fire at the edges of his vision as Usopp does his work. And the wave becomes a crowd, becomes a few, until the arena is heaped with groaning people and only the two of them are standing.

Zoro stoops, checking on one still form at his feet, then turns to Usopp. “Let’s get moving,” he says.

Usopp starts to answer, but gets distracted. Zoro turns to see a fairly distracting sight, he has to admit. A large man, like the rest of these pumped-up freaks, but this guy seems to be in control of himself.

He also is in a strange, metallic rig that looks to Zoro’s eyes like some sort of complicated mining rig. Or maybe something for flattening uneven terrain. It doesn’t look built for combat, like something Franky might make.

Then the guy grins at him, and he sees electricity arcing between the machine’s two arms. Zoro pivots into a spin, swinging hard. The force of the strike doesn’t budge the guy in the armor, but it does sweep the unconscious men from the metal arena before the new opponent slams his metal hands down, electrifying everything.

Zoro can’t react right -- it’s like the electricity robs his muscles of their ability to respond. He’s rooted there, the waves of energy whiting out his mind. Then it stops and he comes to himself again, panting and twitching.

“Oi, Zoro!”

Usopp’s awake. That’s good. He must have gotten swept off with the unconscious guys by Zoro’s actions. Then something bonks off Zoro’s chest, and he looks down to see a pair of octopus-looking shoes falling to his feet.

“Wear those! It’ll hgk!”

The last isn’t a word Zoro recognizes. Though loathe to take his eyes off the enemy, he turns to check on his crewmate.

Who he finds scrabbling at the oversized hand round his neck, cutting off any further words. The new enemy has come up one of the walkways between the seating areas, surprisingly silent considering he’s enormous, bigger even than the guy in the metal suit. His hand encircles the sniper’s neck easily with room to spare -- for the giant at least. There’s clearly no room for Usopp, who’s struggling for breath.

He’s ready to strike the guy down, free his crewmate, but there’s a crackle, and a jolt, and again his movement is robbed from him. And when he gets it back, the massive man in front of him is drawing back one arm that would put a gorilla to shame, and he throws Usopp, throws a person the way one might toss a stick or a stone. This at least lets the sniper breathe again, just in time to release a scream that faces off into the distance. It’s a terrible, inhuman arc that the monster manages, and when Usopp lands on a low mountainside in the distance, it’s too far to even hear the scream anymore.

He’s all right. He has to be, Zoro thinks. His crewmate has been through worse than that. And before he left…

Zoro looks at the ugly shoes just as a crackle warns him another attack is coming. He just barely hops atop the shoes when the electricity charges the arena floor again.

And this time, doesn’t reach him.

Zoro grins. The canned man pales, his own smile falling away.

It’s the work of a moment to fasten the shoes on his feet, but it’s OK because apparently, the monster won’t climb up with his partner’s active electricity weapon in use. The metal man tries to lumber over, but his armor makes him slow, ponderous. The octopus shoes clung to the floor in a way that feels strange and makes his own footing difficult, but it’s a small price to pay. Zoro approaches. Leaps to cover the last of the distance.

Once he gets there, it’s the work of a few seconds to render the armor useless. And the best part is, he doesn’t have to hold back.

The moment the metal man is down, he hears the other climbing up to join the fight, in a show of either dedication or complete foolishness. Zoro turns, eyeing the man. “Leave,” is the only warning he gives.

The man grins. Foolishness. It has to be foolishness.

Zoro is about to finish this when the man bows forward a little, as though someone slapped him in the back of the head. A moment later, a flurry of vines arch out, wrapping around his head. He pulls at them, tearing free handfuls, but more keep growing. As he staggers forward a pace as though pushed again, Zoro relaxes his stance. Another set of vines begin wrapping around the guy’s torso, pinning his arms, and soon he falls over, wiggling but unable to free himself.

Zoro takes a moment to remove the weird rubber shoes. A minute later, a suction cup comes flying out of the sky and fastens itself to the center of the fighting area, trailing a rope. A rope that pulls tight. Another brief wait, and he hears Usopp approaching -- letting out a combination of a sort of yodel and a terrified scream as he slides down the rope by hooking the stem of his slingshot over the rope and clinging to it, one hand on either side. He lands in an ungainly heap, but hops up almost immediately, ready for the next thing.

“That was impressive,” Zoro notes, pointing to the suction cup dead center of the ring. Firing a suction cup couldn’t be an easy thing.

“Thanks.” Usopp grins. “Though it looked like you had that fight wrapped up without my help. How did you like the shoes?”

Zoro looks down at the shoes, dangling from his hand, and hands them back. “Useful,” he admits, before adding, “Not my favorite shoes.”

“Come on, I bet they looked great.”

“They stuck to the floor.”

Usopp laughs. And together they head toward the castle.

Whoever’s there has no idea what’s coming for him.

#fictober20 #6 #one piece #fanfic #usopp #ronoroa zoro

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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i'll be your biggest fan ( trinity & sasha ) - lily2

[ prompt ] : sasha never thought she would ever get married let alone to her best friend but in the midst of the big day she needs help putting on her dress for the event and she knows exactly who to employ to get the damn thing done.

[ author's note ] : I really love their friendship a lot (and also shea/trinity is a huge brotp of mine) and it's very sweet and so like opposite and I find it so charming, wanted an excuse to write wedding sashea as well !!! I genuinely love trinity and enjoy writing her so so so badly, I'm a proud eastern european girl but I will always appreciate my homestate queen! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

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"What if she doesn't like the dress?"

It was difficult for Sasha to even process the insanity that was about to be her own wedding day, her perfectly manicured hands running through her thick blonde curls. The Russian could barely even get a sentence out without wanting to collapse in fear— perhaps not fear but stress though it all seemed to mesh into one demon that kept clawing at her back, that she wasn't good enough for Shea, for this wedding, that she was still scared of the commitment that was about to come.

The issue was not if she was to be devoted to Shea Couleé, the one woman she knew almost instantaneously as her soulmate, her partner, her best friend all these years later.

It was clear the minute they exchanged looks and Shea leaned against the bar, a track from Donna Summer blasting from the stage, Sasha leaning deeper and deeper entranced by her beauty, intelligence, everything. Well rounded and active in her community back in her hometown of Chicago, something the blonde could definitely appreciate considering her own background in both St. Petersburg and Chicago.

"I really should've consulted her, I'm all about fashion but this isn't exactly what you would call my alley way!"

An irrepressible thumping of her heart as Trinity brushed the corners of her hair, putting a box down in Sasha's lap before groaning aloud, the southern girl never shy to share aloud her opinions and thoughts even when not provoked to.

"Sasha Velour, I know damn well you are not trying to talk your mind into stress on your wedding day!" A hair brush in her left hand as she tossed her perfectly sprayed and shortned hair, "Three things in life are absolutely positive: I'm gorgeous, taxes and Shea Couleé being in love with you." The words spitting out her lips before she finished up styling her best friend's hair.

The bride-to-be couldn't help but giggle at the sentiment, it was true, all three facets.

Trinity Taylor was truly a gem on earth, you'd never meet someone with the ability to talk your ear off while almost simultaneously digging a grave for you in Dante's layers of hell. A true southern girl, a beauty queen since high school, everything seemed so perfectly aligned and expected of the Orlando native.

Who needs a degree in economics! Especially when you can just be as gorgeous as I am?

However, expectations aren't always necessarily the reality. Trinity met Sasha, at a bar nonetheless due to a mutual friend and unprovoked, inspired by Sasha's work and ethic as a writer and designer, decided to finally go to college after dropping out her first year after high school. Majoring in business, still a pageant queen at her core and getting a minor in fashion retail as well.

"I'm still surprised you picked me for your maid of honor, if I can be completely honest with you." A smile gently forming across the corners of her lips as she spoke to the girl who was still in her robe, Trinity beginning to put some finishing touches. Sasha's brow immediately cocked and she practically grasped her entire desk.

"What do you mean? We've been close for years! We studied together, I helped you with exams, you introduced me to Shea! Don't be so hard on yourself." The twinge of her still softly reminding Russian accent came out hardest when she was angry or spewing up words, no time to breathe in between sentences.

"Hey! Don't get sappy on me bitch, I have so much makeup on I think our local Sephora might have run out of business." Her hands gently beginning to weave flowers through her hair, taking in a deep breath, learning to be silent and dabbing her puffy eyes when the Russian wasn't looking and closed her eyes, it was awfully emotional.

"You still have to put me in my dress, we have about an hour!" She warned gently, rubbing Sasha's shoulders as the thought begun to truly sink into her memory.

She was going to put Sasha into her dress.

Tears seemed to collect in the corner of her eyes but she brushed them aside, staying strong for the Russian who deserved today: to have met someone as fashionable and sweet as herself though Shea was definitely the best care she had with her isolation of family, it was very heartwarming and bittersweet to the girl who came to the states with nothing but her phone, some sketchbooks and a camera.

Sasha would not budge on her artistic roots and demanded that flowers be in her hair someway, somehow, scattered. At first the brunette could barely stand it, almost bitterly spitting that Farrah could do it instead, hating the idea.

Her intuition however was once again, as if it was a surprise, correct. The illusion was everything, as if she was some sort of gorgeous mythological creature, it was very on brand for her and her own creative processes.

"Told you it would look good."

"Well, sometimes I'm wrong, we ain't perfect but I'm pretty damn close honey."

Flowers intricately being placed in her hair as they spoke with tender laughter, "You know, this entire look, I commissioned the dress and made all the other pieces so I look like Lada, she's a Slavic goddess." Trinity wasn't surprised that she was including her culture in little ways, speckled into her wedding especially being away from Russia.

"Oh really?"

A hint of disbelief in her tone but Trinity knew her best friend well enough to realize her passion for her culture, she kept all her Russian zazz and was delighted to meet Katya, someone to finally share an outlet with, comfortably speak Russian with without feeling targeted or stared at with distrust.

"Yes, a bit of a tribute. Also, my favorite outfit Shea ever wore was this lavender, tulle dress during our fifth year anniversary, it had white flowers in the fabric and I wanted a piece of her in my dress." Her cheeks gently flushing, talking about her (almost official) wife with nothing but devotion and pride.

"That's so fucking cute I wanna throw up."

They laughed and held eachother's hands, embracing in the moment before the robe came off, Sasha sucking in a breath as Trinity unzipped the dress from it's black bag that had been delivered via Bianca and gently held it her hands, being sure to look where she stepped as the dress seeped out of her hands with petals and flowers embleshed adorning every corner of the dress.

It was a nice surprise and breach from Sasha's usual eclectic style that almost always had a paint stain or three, she had her brand down and Trinity could appreciate how confident and how out of the box, creative she was however it definitely made her inner, nostalgic heart smile at the sight of a dress so long it hits the floor on both sides.

"This is really beautiful Sash."

Trinity could only unzip the back of the dress, so beautifully crafted and designed as Sasha was left standing to turn and gently put her legs through the hole of the dress, getting stuck for just a second, careful with her hair knowing Trinity was definitely her smarter half in this situation considering the blonde was simply about to pull it over her head, ruining her styled hair.

"Oh God..." A grumble from Trinity's lips as she zipped her up, it felt almost wrong. This was usually a mother's duty, a family item, the entire process of dressing and making over the bride, no matter how traditional it sounded to anyone else, they know deep in their hearts they were sisters but not having your blood family must sting, especially at a wedding.

It felt strangely therapeutic to tie and zip her into her own wedding dress, she wasn't complaining in the slightest even if the heat from the mirror made her perfectly applied foundation melt and stick just a bit more, she was completely focused on one thing: making sure her best friend was ready and didn't have to do it alone.

Galvanized, Sasha seemed to hold her breath not fully understanding yet that she and Shea would soon be married and finally tie the knot, years of friendship and dating and it had finally happened with absolutely no hesitation from Sasha who screamed "yes!" in just about every language she could speak or name. Trinity touched her back, making sure she was fully snug into her dress before touching her shoulders in comfort, stifling back a laugh.

"Fucking Christ I feel so hideious!" She cried out, hiding her tears with a smirk that spanned across her entire face, unable to erase it as Sasha opened her eyes and seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds, truly taking in the details of the dress and adjusting her bra just a bit before choking up, Trinity quickly intervened, "You better not cry off your mug! I worked hard." The two staring side by side at Sasha together, "My favorite married couple." She sighed as she held hands with the Russian girl who happily was adjusting to the new word: married.

"You can cry once you get down the alter girl, we better get into our shoes because I can already feel us behind schedule, Katya's angry fingers typing away at us to hurry up."

The blonde nodded but not before squeezing Trinity's hand, a silent "thank you" mouthed as she begun to look around for her pair of shoes, her head wondering off to many different places at the same exact time.

"Anytime, any day you need me, I'm here." Her word's crisp as she strapped on her heels, matching her floral wedding extravaganza with a lavendar tulle dress, breaking down her wall a bit and even having shoes with some flowers done in colorful embroidery, Sasha claimed it was a very popular thing in Eastern Europe, that it adorned all their clothing.

"I know, always, when you finally have the confidence to ask out a certain someone especially." The wiggle of her eyes reminding Trinity brutually of her own, suprisingly awkward struggles with love, "Oh you shady!" She gasped, covering her mouth gently and almost hitting her with her bouquet of flowers.

"I'm just saying I see you getting side glances all the time from her."

"Let's not talk about this on your own damn day! Another time."

So they interlocked arms and did one final mirror take, finding it hard they went from senior year of high school, a nervous and introverted Russian girl with a thick accent and passion for fashion shows and politics best friends with the beauty queen, the secretly witty and hilariously instinctive southern belle.

"Let's go bitch, I know well time is a racing!" She yelped as they skipped out the door in excitement though Trinity was attempting to be careful with all the dress material that was sliding across the floors they walked upon, making sure she grabbed Sasha's own flower bouquet filled with Camomile (only fitting to be the national flower of Russia) and odd numbered as she requested.

Hand in hand they walked, unafraid of what was in store and for the future, just as the stories went.

"Well, let's do this."

#rpdr fanfiction #trinity taylor #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #lesbian au #wedding au #ill be your biggest fan #concrit welcome #roza

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barberwitch · 6 years ago

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Witch Tip Wednesday 9.19.18

Create Your Own Folklore

The other in day in The Wildfire Hearth witchcraft server, the wonderful @childofvanaheim posed a question, a prompt, an exercise for people to participate in. It was something simple and it completely enraptured me. I asked if I could share it here on my blog because everyone seemed to enjoy it, and she kindly said yes!

Write about an experience you had in witchcraft as if it were a fairytale, or piece of local folklore. Read it back and see what magic is present in it.

So I did, and so did many others. I read it back, and was amazed at how easy it was, and how much knowledge was crammed in. Hidden directions passed as little details, and it resonated so much with me because I got to participate in a tradition of passing occult knowledge on in story.

I invite you to try it yourself, there’s no wrong way to do it, and honestly would make a great addition to a grimiore. Another friend of mine put it plainly “#heirloomgoals”. And it’s rather exciting thinking about the possibility of my story being passed on by children, or locals, or even within witch circles decades down the road.

I want to read your stories, so if you do this and decide to post, use “#Wildfire Folklore”.

Also, feel free to join the discord group and meet and chat with some amazing people and meet other witches.

With all that said, here’s my piece I contribute to the Wildfire Folklore. This is part 1, and I’ll be editing it a bit down the road. If you read my almanac, you’ll recognize the bones of this, but isn’t it funny how reading a reflection vs reading a story can turn things on their head? I think that’s half the fun

🦇Cheers, Barberwitch

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Read my story down below the break.

The Man and Magistellus Flora pt 1

Once upon a time, there was a man who lived on a hill. From his home he could see for miles through different cities, though try as he might when he was out and about, he couldn’t find his home or even the hill he lived on from places he knew he could see from atop his garden. It was as if his garden blended and hid his home from sight when he wasn’t there; that’s a story for another time though. Now one day the man was out looking at the expanse when he felt a sudden compulsion to look in a new area he’d never noticed before. What did he see, but an abandoned stretch of railroad miles away. He made note, but in the days after, the stretch of iron and stones had left his mind.

He had read of people, much like himself, who felt drawn to the hidden and used a specific talisman one could make to do ones bidding. It was a lengthy process with many requirements and specific prerequisites to even making it, so many in fact that the man viewed it as something he might do later on in life. These two things happened separately, and the man made no connection to it until the dreams began.

They started small at first, a vague recollection of the powdery scent of flowers mixed with dust. Then flashes of white and green and brown and iron with no rhyme or reason...or so the man thought. He heard wisdom from no source, and glimpsed figures with no shape. His love even commented on seeing a shadow recently, and often, but the man brushed it off. He knew that the shadow wasn’t meant for his love, it was a visitor for him alone.

One morning though, he awoke with an image emblazoned on his memory of a symbol of curves and star, of root and the heavens and of a spirit all too familiar teaching him it’s meaning. Upon waking and blinking, it vanished, just another dream lost to the light of the morning sun like shadows receding with a pop, as one turns on the switch with a flick of their hand.

He went about his morning though with a sense of missing something, of some unknown task left incomplete until he heard his love mention plans to take a train to visit friends. Like a bolt of lighting, the dream, the spirit and the symbol crashed back into his memory and a phrase repeated over and over.

“Go to the railroad. Go To The Railroad. Go to the railroad. I am waiting.”

In that sudden burst of clarity he’d realized that the story of those people and their talisman, their companion, had sunk deeper into his subconscious than he’d acknowledged. He’d already been making preparations without realizing it.

He kissed his love good bye, and wished them safe travels and to think of them often. The man, caught in frenzy flew about the home. Pouring wine, red as blood, on the stove, tossing in cinnamon, cloves and dandelion. The scent permeated the space as he grabbed his rod of poison oak, a branch uncommonly thick gathered at a period of change. Candle and lantern, a piece of silver and pin, and then with a moments hesitation, the black dried foot of crow, clutching a rough knot of garnet in its unforgiving claws. He poured the wine into a flask, and tossed it into his pack and left the house.

That awaited day dragged along. Unable to focus on his work, he secretly checked his pack and all his supplies incessantly all while the phrase repeated in his head.

“Go to the railroad. Go To The Railroad. Go to the railroad. I am waiting.”

As the high sun moved west, the man hurried to his final appointment for the day. You see, this man had an appointment with Witches. He had a place among them both as equal and as teacher. The man’s garden and familiarity with the plants the witches coveted and adored had earned their respect, and though the man had personal matters to attend to, one does not break an agreement with a witch. Especially as the Dog Star rises in the eve of Friday the 13th.

He passed out his ointment, traded with the others, and conversed of changing times. He played games of frivolity, and of fate. Though none noticed, the man had not drank a single drop while there, and none noticed he had not eaten any food either. In fact, he had served but never sat the whole evening until such a time that it was acceptable to leave without being impolite to the host.

Like a shot from a canon, the man rode through the night, he knew he mustn’t be late. But what is late when there’s no moon in the sky by which to track time he thought?

He searched for the entrance to the space he’d seen but once from distance, once in passing long before, and once dreaming. Dirt formed into a cloud behind him, while music played in the background until he found it. A hidden road with a section of vines disguising it for what it was, further hidden by the darkness of the night.

It was still and silent as he walked the abandoned stretch of road with pack over shoulder. He walked for a time, not sure if he would find what he hoped until he smelled it. A faint, powdery floral mixed with dry earth. He followed it and lit his lantern until he saw the gleam of white of a single bloom. A dim specter seeming to glow with the sickly light of a glow worm against the black background.

He paused. He removed his pack and laid out a cloth to set his supplies. Arranging them with a practiced hand, he took out a small pot of black salve he had withheld from the witches and removed his coat.

Swirls and lines, symbols ancient and new, he dragged the ointment across his arms and torso tracing them leaving his body as a canvas. Tying images permanently there on his skin to images that are as impermanent as words upon the sand.

Prepared and properly outfitted, he approached the bloom and left lantern at a distance. Circling and spinning, caught up in a dance as if from some mad ballroom of the fae he’d heard tell of. But this was different, equally secret, but far more personal. As he twisted and turned notes of music seemed to float on the wind. Then the symphony of the night came to life.

Crickets, and rustling, branches and the scuff of naked feet on raw earth. The sounds crescendo’d around the man as he knelt down and dug at the earth. Voices started replacing the music. Indecipherable echos of lost messages and languages intertwined with the voices of insects with each handful of earth thrown to the side.

The sound was building and building to a cacophony so powerful the man almost stopped digging to cover his ears but knew he must continue. Being driven by those who walked this path before.

Louder and louder the pressures wrapped around the man as sweat dropped from his brow. The spiraling noise and bite of dirt beneath nails suddenly stopped. The eye of the storm and the brazen silence was almost as loud as the moments before, as the plant was lifted into the air.

Water poured to wash the roots. Wine poured for sustenance. A coin left as offering. Witnessed by a union between the deep below and sky above as the blood of the earth glistened in the form of the garnet clutches in the grasp of the patron of the night sky.

The man silently filled the hole, using the pin to bury a piece of himself. He blew out the candle and packed his supplies. Wrapping the plant in the cloth, he hurried home without looking back.

As he rode home he reflected, the rite wasn’t over, it had only just begun. But for that night, he was done. He’d completed his task, but it would all repeat at the rise of the next dark moon.

End of part 1

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auideas · 8 years ago

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Ask the Admins 13.0

anon asked: For any of the admins! I’m not sure if this was asked previously, so I apologize in advance. But what's everyone’s favorite au / prompt? (Also thank you guys for starting this blog, im forever grateful this exists)

Chamomile: awww! I’m grateful that this blog exists too (lol). My current favorite type of au’s are murder mystery au’s because of the Rabbit Doubt writing group I’m in so like, expect so many of those coming up soon. I’m also really digging superhero au’s.

M: I’m a fan of the whole “kidnapping / assassin / mob / killer” sort of a trope for some reason - it’s loads of fun to try and mess with original tropes and make them ridiculous, funny, modern, etc.!

Jynn: My fave AUs are ones that incorporate real life twists on typical AUs, like including people with disabilities.

@tomorraw asked: How many of you guys are there? Do certain people answer in certain genre? Or does everyone write what they are given? How did you guys meet? (Btw, this is one of my favorite idea blogs. They are so many different views on different ideas and so many genres.)

Chamomile: Currently there’s four of us! I know admin m and admin jynn from a loooong while back -- like two years back. Admin jynn and I go back to our homestuck roots (love her for that) and we’ve stuck together ever since. We all just kind of write whatever floats our boats! M: I met both Jynn and Chamomile through working on the Night Unvaled, which is a Night Vale Fancast that we wrote and produced. We’ve been friends ever since!! As for the certain genre thing, I can’t really say that we all write solely one genre, but we all certainly have our specialties!! Jynn: We have a posting schedule for who posts what when, but when it comes lists we all just take what interests us. Chamomile and I met more than two years back… in a Homestuck role play. Shortly after, we met M in a podcast project we were all working on and we've all be friends since!

Anon asked: what are some of your favorite tropes?

Chamomile: does “I love the way that you understand me and make me feel like I’m the only person in the world when you pay attention to me” count as a troupe? Like an OTP troupe? Bc that’s my ultimate favorite.

M: My favorite trope is messing with tropes. Best thing.

Jynn: “Flaws” turning out to work to someone's advantage!

Anon asked: What is pastel/punk or pastel and punk? I don't get it and google isn't explaining it to me because it's a meany

Chamomile: I remember this AU! It was an AU Friday list that I did and loved doing it! Basically, there’s ‘pastel’ aesthetic which is very like, cutesy baby pink and pastel blues and other ‘soft’ colors being worn with other ‘soft’ aesthetic items like, glitter or hair clips or oversized sweaters ands stuff like that. Then there’s punk aesthetic, which very like, ‘heck all of you, I want to be comfortable and show that I’m rebelling against the social/political norms’. It can vary from person to person, so it might be better just to google ‘punk fashion’. The whole tag is supposed to be sort of an ‘opposite attract’ type deal.

Anon asked: So in regards to the color au in which you only see color once you touch your soulmate: what if you were born blind? Or when you touch your soulmate, it turns out that you are colorblind?

Chamomile: mmmmmm I’m not a fan of this AU bc of reasons I’m too longwinded about. Skipping this question for me.

M: I guess it’s possible and would make for quite the interesting change in AUs from the usual soulmate trope, but make sure you’re careful when it comes to writing AUs about topics you’re not personally familiar with (such as being blind), but go for it!

Jynn: Idk about it. Lmao I'm picky as heck when it comes to soulmate AUs, and this one has the potential to be interesting but never “stuck out” to me.

Anon asked: hi there! i'm new {ish}, and i've been looking thru ur old posts. i think it's really cool how u help ur followers, school related or not. out of curiosity tho, who is the person who according to that school survey watched so much anime? if u have time, would u mind asking?

Chamomile: Anon I want to know too like, please, show yourself.

M: We support you. Maybe. For the most part.

Jynn: Show ya self ur among friends. I too have consumed too much anime.

Anon asked: Just wanted to say I love your blog. It gives me inspiration! :)

Chamomile: Aaaaa! Thank you <3

M: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jynn: Awwwww!

Anon asked: just poppin in to ask if its okay for us writers to adopt these aus? and claim the whole plot as ours but still credit the bunnies (ie linking it to this acc)? thanks for clarifying!

Chamomile: Totally! We completely encourage it because it brings more people to the blog and also, we get a lot of satisfaction from seeing people enjoy our prompts! Here’s a link on how to cite our au’s: link

Anon asked: omfg, i still think the admins are gorgeous. like f***, you are cute.

Chamomile: Bless your heart, thank you! We really should update what we look like...

M: OKAY YEAH WE SHOULD PUT OUT UPDATE PICS!!!!!! BUT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Jynn: :o ! Thx!

@genosha-meiuqer asked: Weird question. If you woke up one morning and realized you could grow a beard made out of cotton candy, how happy would you be on a scale of 1-10; one being not happy, and ten being extremely happy.

Chamomile: Genosha, I would be so hype, you wouldn’t understand. Like a 10/10. Even if I did get tired of my new cool cotton candy beard like?? I can just wash it off?? Because cotton candy is water soluble?? I see no problems here??

M: maybe a 2. Too sticky.

Jynn: 7/10. Might get sticky and tedious (and I work in and pool so it'd probably get in the water) but endless free cotton candy? Yes.

Anon asked: Deadpool 2 boyfriend? yes or no?

Chamomile: consider this….boyfriend….and girlfriend…..dating both at the same time….

M: yus

Jynn: Yes on boyfriend but NOT at the expense of a lady characters story ending badly.

Anon asked: what's your dream job?

Chamomile: whatever makes me happy? Right now I’m happy serving coffee and doing odd writer jobs in exchange for gift cards (#hit me up y’all), but in the future I might want something different so like, it depends as I grow!

M: Creative Producer in Hollywood!!

Jynn: Aaaa I wanna work in entertainment. Running tech, performing, whatever. Gotta be near that world.

Anon asked: Are you a part of any fandoms? Which ones?

Chamomile: oh jeeze well uhhhhh -- I still hold homestuck dear to my heart, but I’ve mostly moved into podcasts (SAYER, The Adventure Zone, WTNV, Carpe DM) and a lot of like, writing niche groups with my friends? If I can count those as ‘small fandoms’.

M: soooooo many: Nightvale, Merlin, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, etc. Too many.

Jynn: Still Homestuck like Chamomile. Various Nexflix series: Voltron, Stranger Things. Miraculous Ladybug too. Lots of Max Fun and Night Vale Presents podcasts, McElroy products. I work about 60 hours and week so I like things I can listen to while doing other things.

Anon asked: If you were a dragon, what would you hoard?

Chamomile:....scraps of paper. I have so many. I write down AU ideas and story lines on them and then just like, shove them into my bags and pockets and forget about them.

M: pens. so many pens.

Jynn: Useless cute stuff/LUSH products/stim toys probably.

Anon asked: M, did you draw the illustrations in your piece "The Beacon"?

M: I made it in photoshop, yeah! If anyone is curious, here’s the link to the fic (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BxP7qW60hE6fUmdSWDJMNHBhRGs/view?usp=sharing). The first draft was written by Admin Chamomile for a speed write but adapted and extended by Admin M just for fun. Go for it and read it if you’d like!!

(Chamomile: just gonna….slide this first draft right here….shhhhhh)

Anon asked: How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?

Chamomile: hopefully until humanity can find the cure, lmao

M: maybe a month. maybe.

Jynn: Mmmmm no.

Anon asked: Which Never Book quote is your favorite?

Chamomile: “What were you thinking in that last moment between life and oblivion?” Jynn: “So you take another hit, and sick into a whiskey flavored kiss because he’s not there to tell you no.”

Anon asked: Unicorn or Pegasus?

Chamomile: Unicorn! No real reason why. M: Pegasus. Fly bitches. Jynn: Pegasus is more utilitarian.

Anon asked: this is probably too late for ata, but have you ever wanted to write a piece where the characters are southern but you don't know how to write their drawl or accent or dialect? (currently going thru this for the walking dead)

Chamomile: This sounds like a really interesting “How Do I Write” segment soooooo check back on Thursday ;D

M: ^^^^^^^^^^

Jynn: Not this specific situation. I live in Missouri so I know well how they talk lmao. I have run into something similar with an Irish character though, lots of research!!

#ask the admins #faq #admin jynn #admin m #the admin chamomile #admin syren is absent so we'll have us all together for the next one!

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gianprod1 · 5 years ago

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Week 2

Amongst my friends and family, sports have always been a topic of conversation and we have been an audience on several occasions around the television, and sometimes in person. Depending on how large of the occasion such as the Olympics, Superbowl, or Manny Pacquiao fights my family and friends have always planned special get-togethers for these large events. In the reading, the text uses the 2012 Superbowl (New York: Giants vs. New England: Patriots) as an example that had one of the largest numbers of viewers in history with over 11 million viewers (Moraes, 2012). It made sense since American’s are football crazy, it’s almost perceived as a religion. The root seems to start in high school but later develops tremendously in college/university and eventually reaches the NFL. Reminds me of the time I went to see the Buffalo: Bills play the Green Bay: Packers and the number of people who watch the game is insane. Rain, shine or snow these people will watch their team play and the energy from them is unreal. Large businesses spend billions of dollars on advertising, during the game it was almost impossible to not notice the countless revolving billboards or signs of business promoting their products to hopefully draw my attention away for a couple of seconds. Advertising is a field I hope to get into one day because it’s a creative field that allows you to tap into another’s psyche for a brief moment and its very interesting. In the advertising industry, creative design teams create billboards, commercials, and flyers which are all forms to hopefully attract the mass audience. The mass audience referenced when talking about an audience on a large scale of demographics or “many anonymous individuals are receiving a particular message via channel.” (pg. 3) An example of this would be when an audience watches a play in a theatre or a live-stream video-game event on their computer.

In the text there are types of audience experiences, the ones mentioned were physical, and temporal experiences. Physical being an individual is physically present at an event, so in my case attending the football game in Buffalo. Then there’s temporal which was paying attention to the same thing at the same time as others, so my football analogy also applies here. The text digs deeper into the concept of the term “audience” and breaks it into 2 scholarly views, information-based, and meaning-based. These 2 views are relatively similar, but the motives and variables involved separate them. Information-based audiences are dependent on “verbal or other symbolic transactions between speaker and receiver.” (pg. 3) Also, the content of the message being exchanged, and the act of exchanging is focused on in this perspective. However, in a meaning-based view, the focus shifts over to the meaning of the content and is heavily reliant on the feedback by the receiver. These types of communication are not so sophisticated as I thought, people have “meaning-based” audience experiences in everyday life. For example, the text uses an interaction between 2 people where the sender gives information to a receiver, for whatever reason the other person gaze averts in another direction and their eyes begin to wander they lose focus on the message being sent. These physical cues in a face-to-face example would prompt the sender to regain the attention of the other person and maybe follow up with a question as to why they have clued out of your message. The feedback immediately changes according to the relationship between the 2 people in a face-to-face conversation example. The same with information based, when a conversation in a park occurs the messages or your voice is subject to noise both literally and from conflicting thoughts and feelings that the receiver might have, however, communication is achieved when the message hits its intended audience.

Successful businesses listen to what their audience says and make changes based on their feedback. People constantly ask for feedback on various occasions, if there wasn’t a time I could remember when my girlfriend asked me how she looked when trying on new clothes. However, whatever the case companies do so to improve themselves and they do in many ways. For example, films have critics that write about their films and share it with the public, but nowadays companies have resorted to online polls on social media platforms that allow them to be in touch with the mass-audience and receive large amounts of feedback in a short time. This type of feedback originated with big business during the industrial revolution where Thomas Streeter argues (1996, p. 287) argues that the industrial revolution “separated the public world of work, markets, politics from the world of the nuclear family. Concretely, it enables new arrangements of space, time, gender, and labor, with complex ramifications.” (pg. 4) This argument is saying that this was when businesses separated their goods based on physical and social means, also the places where they are being consumed.

The text also mentions the James G. Webster (1998) “3 basic models of the media audience” (pg.6) They include “audience-as-outcome” where individuals' behaviors are being controlled by the media and raise concerns of the power of media and the effects on society as a whole. “Audience-as-mass” where large amounts of people who are not necessarily in the same place and time but all act freely without knowing of one another. Lastly “audience-as-agent” where individuals are seen as free individuals that choose what they want to consume and form their thoughts and opinions based on their own experiences and intuition and use the media to suit themselves. This came up as a discussion question in seminar and they asked, “which of the three do you believe in?” and I thought about this and realistically people and the media both see the audience as an outcome, because people are a very easy influence when the message is convincing or memorable. This is why some advertisements try to make people aware of the media they are consuming because some people, unfortunately, believe the fiction that is channeled in media or on social platforms and commit violent acts in the real world. This is a problem; therefore, people should be beginning to think critically about the media they consume; a more ideal audience would be as agents where media is used as an advantage for people to become aware rather than manipulating people.

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astrology-with-charu · 6 years ago

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27-31 July - Quarter moon of 26 July is followed by 5 days of crescent moon as Mercury finishes retro cycle, prompting us to final action necessary for fulfillment of this cycle’s goals. This period will sees us transition from past month’s event to the ball of excitement & surprises that is August!

27-31 July #Astrology #Horoscope Let’s finish what we started, before we go off for the party 🎉

We had the quarter moon on 26 July, followed by five days of crescent moon, which prompts us to final action necessary for the fulfillment of this cycle’s goals which the Solar Eclipse in Cancer of 2nd July initiated.

This coincides with Mercury completing its retrograde cycle in Cancer on 31 July too, creating a sense of urgency & need for completion in the same area of our life.

Message is clear - finish what you started - before the Leo summer party begins from 31st July. So themes of first eclipse will come up for some sort of finality even though they will continue to be in progress in background till around 29 Oct’19 when it yields results in my view.

This period will see us transition from the past months event to the ball of excitement, impulses & surprises that is August prompted by Leo New moon of 31st Midnight/1st August.

Let’s quickly look over the themes of first eclipse & road to success in dealing with them so we are aware of what we are being prompted to complete. These themes will continue as work in progress in background for rest of the year.

[Themes covered in video](https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLv3tUTLu8-MQ-rnT_cQYdeeCkuYCDaLOL)

Check for your rising/sun/moon sign

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♈️ #Aries

Family, home, parenting, values, your security, your care might have been topic of discussion over last few weeks. Internal troubleshooting, review, home repairs, review of roots, fundamental values of family, parents & parental property might have been focus of your attention. Now we move to other side of it all. Strong awarenesss of where you came from, your roots, faith in who you are as a person at your core, your reinforced support system allow you to take bold steps.

Move forward to what fills you, what your values agree with, what your roots have taught you to be, what’s good for your family & your peace of mind versus what looks good to the world. Clouds are settling fresh light is here - see clearly as it’s shown to you. Your hunches, your gut is right you would be wrong not to trust it. Start anew in your home, family, in your place of living, in your parenting style with the view that the road to success is to not give up your security & your family’s & your needs for any kind of public recognition or requirements of the “others”.

Let your guard down, nourish you, your soul, your family, your private emotions - while career is being restructured - don’t forget, it won’t bring you emotional fulfilment you crave. You have a big heart to share, share that - recognition, title & all that wil come as you release the focus on & need for it.

♉️ #Taurus

It’s been a busy time, with you juggling different priorities, reviewing your communication style, your contracts, marketing strategy, commercial projects, commitments to sibling or neighbourhood, short trips, meeting, greeting, engaging, trying to filter out who or what source of information & what style of sales/ communication is effective. As you reevaluate your new goal post, your next growth area, being in the moment very much connected to the vibe of the present is important for you. Developing a strong communication strategy, marketing style, immediate environment, com,recital pitch or contract might be in order considering what we learned in past few weeks.

Freedom of mind, releasing old belief system, exposure & openness to cultures different from yours - all open you up towards new styles, skills, information that enrich you commercially & add to what one might call “market value”. New mindset & new communication device are also favourable outcomes! Road to success - ease of mind, compassionate communication, using constructive emotions in communication & marketing strategy, new sources of information, absorbing information intuitively!

♊️ #Gemini

Review of assets, financial resources, value system, family values, heritage, skill set & talents that yield value to you, money matters, diet - all resources - physical, mental, psychological- might have been going back & forth in last few days. Now becomes the time for all of it to play out - new networth & self worth, new values, new diet, new assets, resources, new confidence boldness sense of self - all pour out in material world.

Road to success - release any old losses, control, barriers to intimacy, be kind to your body, value you more. Value closeness, intimacy. Take the power away from any tough moment through your boldness, trust your talents, your value. You have something valuable to share so don’t hold back any skill set, your asset, your love, intimacy. Retain your core values of empathy / sensitivity cause that’s your biggest asset - leading you to a place of abundance - emotionally & financially.

Passing on family values, comfort of mothers food or cooking family recipes, use of intuition in investment - all yield tangible positive results.

♋️ #Cancer

This is a rebirth for you, both of the mind & the body. We are recreating who we are, how we want to present who we truly are to the world, how do we make a personal impact, our personality how we show up in the world. We are digging in with the Mercury retrograde & bringing out a different side of us. Our internal communication, the internal talk to us as well as our external communication is being redefined. This new phase, this new you, has impact on your peace of mind as well your commercial destiny - both of which are reborn.

Coming to the other side of self discovery, now we speak our truth into existence, we take active steps towards building our new life, it’s a phase of restoring confidence faith in who you are. Take strong firm steps for YOU.

Road to success while Rahu is in your sign till May 2020 - care about you, your success, your feelings - put personal care over and above acceptance of your identity by others. Honor respect who you are as a person, create a safe environment for you, nurture you, honor your sensitivity & sensibilities, trust your senses, your intuition - trust your emotions to guide you to safer places - to people who are for you & with you. Don’t let anyone else define you, not even your partner.

♌️ #Leo

This was a wait period for you, with the need to take a step back to restructure, retreat, regenerate, heal, study, prepare for your dynamic season which is upon us. You might need to tie a few loose knots before we go full speed forward for your season & speed it shall be. Ease into what’s about to come which is dynamic exciting, extend the rest period while you actively prepare for your new moon of 31 July. You are waiting for collecting harvest of the seeds you planted. Be open to your intuition, your dream life, to your own self care. Listen to your body, your senses more.

Reinforce faith & be ready to shift directions as past few days’ events might have shown you things you didn’t see before coming. Now becomes the time to flex those muscles to shift gears, shift approach - cause as they say - when you know better you do better - you surely know better now.

Inner life is vivid - meditate, release, forgive, purge, restore your health & move forward - its your moment !

This moment of privacy, sleep, rest or long distance travel also regenerates your ability to connect with your friends, social network & create wealth ideas. Also road to success is to continue some of the lessons in self care, self knowledge, spirituality that we have received in this period - now in our day to day life over your new solar year.

Happy birthday to Leo Sun 🎂.

♍️ #Virgo

Focus is on planting seeds of big wealth, the dream, the legacy, the vision you have of launching your Creative talents, your passions at a wider scale. And creating your tribe, the people who will support you in this dream, your business network, your family of friends, people are in tune with your vision & want to co create this legacy collectively which will serve beyond your time.

You understand the needs of society, you are in tune with the trends in the market place, you are releasing one by one the knots, the blockages you have suppressing you sense of self & creativity in the past. You know your calling... burn your flame through the night.

Road to success - socialise, don’t hesitate to go wider & bigger, give your talents a platform to launch, cater to a social need - a cause of material value.

As you restructure your sense of self, self image, your risk appetite & confidence - bring this new sense of self to a wider audience for them to benefit from your light 💫

♎️ #Libra

A new phase in career is on the horizon, in making & a lot of back & forth in last couple of weeks would have happened in terms of finishing old projects, figuring out what you truly want from your career of choice, reconsidering refining your outer image, projection, marketing strategy of your business might have been underway. Now we create the new as the old has been cleared or fairly resolved - what calls you ? Who you want to be seen as - what’s your personal marketing pitch ? How do you want to show up in the world? This is a time of shifts changes & growth in career choices & partnerships.

Road to success - use your emotional intelligence to be an effective & unique leader. Express your unique brand of leadership which is based on integrity, sensitivity compassion for others. Road to success - Family like atmosphere at work, nurturing work environment, moving out of your comfort zone to boldly express yourself - allow yourself to shine, to be seen, healthy ego to take on a more visible role as old ways of valuing you are given away.

♏️ #Scorpio

We are enriching our life purpose, revising kinks in our broader life plan, collecting tools required to steer the wheel towards a more adventurous path.

Things were held for revision, refinement of travel plans /visa application /educational certifications - tools of career growth / publication of impact. Now we proceed. It’s ok if we don’t know the whole path, take your first step. Focus on how it makes you feel. Write emote publish stretch your imagination - you are more - you are beyond mundane, you have an extraordinary gifted mind - honor your skills, your gifts assets. Thank higher powers for your gifts & we start this journey with a new perspective, we start may be a physical journey as well.

Road to success as we restructure how we think, write, speak is - detox the negativity in your immediate environment, in your choice of social media or information source, remove any negative circle of thoughts & replace them with hope, positivity, excitement for the future. Self affirm yourself of that future every morning as what you ask will be given but you gotto ask the right things - consistently without any self doubts💕

♐️ #Sagittarius

Finances & getting your rightful share of material resources has been in focus. We are looking to put to close fairer terms of joint finances, others financial documents - taxes, insurance, will, divorce settlements, mortgages, inheritances, commissions - might need closure & move forward. Did any old addictions show back up in life, old partners, fantasies, things people we detoxed out of our life - reminding us that we are now different.

We have paid up our dues & now is the time for the new. Reallocate your time, resources, love - to that or who truly appeals to you, where you see a future to go deeper. Road to success - merge your resources, talents, emotions with another - go in together with someone - a business or personal partner - but on fairer terms. Whatever doesn’t have the depth you seek would have to go cause you are worth more.

♑️ #Capricorn

You are starting a new phase in your partnerships - personal or professional - client relationships, partner /close friends dynamics shift with that. Saturn Pluto are restructuring who you are as a person, releasing dormant desires, strength, motivation & enormous will power to live on your own terms. Last few weeks might have seen - negotiations,diplomacy, redefinition of terms of personal or professional or client contracts so they are on more balanced terms.

The new phase in partnerships or the new contract or new commitment has gotto reflect this new you. Road to success - don’t do it alone - partner up, delegate, socialise but on fairer terms. Ask for what you need with compassion, love, vulnerability, let your guard down in partnerships. Find emotional intimacy in your personal partnerships as you seek it so openly ask for it. Release certain parts of your role or responsibilities that are blocking your growth. You have the conviction & drive to do it, make contacts, socialise, choose the projects that grow you. Also strategy to handle critics & opponents is developed.

♒️ #Aquarius

A new phase in career & health is here - new kind of projects, new coworkers, new way of managing health routines. After a period of reorganisation or life, clearing out, fixing routines & health, project reworks, sorting out coworker relationships / work structure / vibe - now we are well on our way to live this fresh life we have created.

Relationship between body & mind has been enhanced and highlighted so you choose the right work environment that is nurturing, health practices that embrace strength your body so it all flows positively in your work. Health sensitivities of any have taught us what works in food & daily routines for us.

Work sensitivities if any have taught us what kind of work environment & teams work for us or not. Road to success - release fears, doubts & seclusion now to go into the projects that nurture your talents, work environment that’s embracing & a team which is like family.

♓️ #Pisces

The review of business risk appetite, children, romance, Creative pursuits might have been topic of back & forth in the last couple of weeks. Now we move to the other side of moving in the direction, in the way we feel suits our passions & our heart. Investing in your passions, your creativity, your relationships, your children, your Creative ventures & hobbies is the road to success. Allow space for your talents to grow, allow time for children, love, romance, self expression, hobbies.

Release the care about how you are or your love is or your creativity is received by the society in general. You have something to offer to the world & you came here to deliver that cause that’s your gift. Respect your talents, your artistic sensitivities as you heart chakra is being expanded to overflow in your work. Get out & have fun with it, pleasure of your impact on others, passionate bold feel good self love & self expression is called for & much needed. Dare, mingle, enjoy your children or let free the child within as your passions define your new path. Decondition the past & move to more fertile grounds

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Horoscope - March 21 2017

Aries Horoscope

(Mar 21 – Apr 19)

There are plenty of things you wish you could express with your trademark frankness, but you are aware of how brutal honesty might harm your reputation. You must decide which is more important: getting along with coworkers and associates or allowing yourself to pop off at someone who deserves a piece of your mind. Although it's frustrating to suppress your opinion today, your struggle can be alleviated somewhat by focusing on producing measurable progress as you work. Shout praise, whisper criticism.

Taurus Horoscope

(Apr 20 – May 20)

While many people rush through their days at top speed, you're taking a tip from the tortoise and keeping it slow and steady. You wish you could say that your optimistic outlook is what enables you to maintain a sustainable pace, but it's really the opposite today. Uncertainty swirls in the periphery of your mind as you struggle to choose the best route for reaching your destination. Fortunately, getting your hands dirty instead of sitting around worrying is a great way to turn stress into success.

Gemini Horoscope

(May 21 – Jun 20)

It seems like the more you try to let loose today, the harder it is to justify your frivolity. Unexpressed frustration finds its way into your conversations now, even if the person on the other end of your ranting has nothing to do with what's bothering you. Rather than making an innocent bystander a sounding board for your problems, go directly to the source and seek the origins of your current discontent. Words won't soothe the soul now; you must consult the heart.

Cancer Horoscope

(Jun 21 – Jul 22)

Talking about professional aspirations with a friend or partner may be uncomfortable if they start to scold you for your ambition. Although their intentions are likely well-intended, you might feel judged when the cold Capricorn Moon clashes with an overzealous Mercury-Venus duo in your 10th House of Career. However, you must be willing to proceed without validation from others now, even if it means drawing from your spiritual practice to feel at peace. The only approval that really matters is your own.

Leo Horoscope

(Jul 23 – Aug 22)

Your vision for the future is so vibrant that you wonder how normal life hasn't caught up to it yet. No matter how diligently you work on making steps toward your highest potential, it could seem like you just can't make it happen as fast as you want. While imagining your desired outcome is an essential part of reaching your goals, the grit it takes to make progress is generated by tapping into your deepest power reserves. Make a wish, then make it come true.

Virgo Horoscope

(Aug 23 – Sep 22)

The clay is yours to shape, but translating abstract ideas into reality is a unique challenge today. You would almost rather edit what already exists than try to create something new from scratch. However, true satisfaction comes only from molding your raw materials into a finished product, even though you face the risk of falling short of perfection. Ironically, what matters more to your personal development is the shaping process itself.

Libra Horoscope

(Sep 23 – Oct 22)

Attractions swirl and insinuations abound, but something puts a bit of a drag on your aerodynamics. Flirty Venus and crafty Mercury in your 7th House of Relationships are down for a game of chance, but the guarded Capricorn Moon makes you wonder how safe it is to gamble with your heart. It's impossible to calculate the odds of life with numbers and figures. Instead, put your finger to the pulse of your deepest longings and sync your actions to the rhythm. No risk, no reward.

Scorpio Horoscope

(Oct 23 – Nov 21)

Figuring out what to do would be less of a headache if you could just get your hands on some solid facts. But you're torn between frankly stating your case and trying to find a way to show someone what you mean with your actions. But sometimes neither logical analysis nor back-breaking effort can fully convey your position. Your energy is better spent viewing your situation in a different light than ferreting out the logistics. Albert Einstein reminds us, "No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it."

Sagittarius Horoscope

(Nov 22 – Dec 21)

You're hard-pressed to care about anything but satisfying your immediate desires today; however, a nagging cognizance of potential consequences gives you pause. Fulfilling your responsibilities can feel like slaving away while the rest of the world is having fun, but there is another layer to this cake that underlies your restlessness. Your cravings may be a symptom of a lack of creative nutrients; look for a way to treat the root of the problem, not just band-aid the pain with more shenanigans. Picasso said, "Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."

Capricorn Horoscope

(Dec 22 – Jan 19)

You think your message will finally get across if you just strip your words down to bare bones. Unfortunately, you may shoot yourself in the foot by stubbornly clinging to a cold communication style. You might be less forgiving of family members and close friends than you realize because you feel they know you so well already. However, a magical Sun-Pluto connection beckons you to take a different approach to domestic disputes, looking beyond the ordinary and into the veiled reasons for your attitude. Dig deep for the answers buried in your heart.

Aquarius Horoscope

(Jan 20 – Feb 18)

You want to take the solo route today and rely on your own moral compass to keep you grounded. But temptations to ignore reason are everywhere while there are four fiery planets cavorting in your 3rd House of Distractions. However, an earthy trine between the consistent Capricorn Moon and pragmatic Mars encourages you to keep it simple rather than expending your mental energy on things that may not pan out. Staying out of trouble allows you to stay on track.

Pisces Horoscope

(Feb 19 – Mar 20)

You feel the weight of societal expectations today as if a hundred pairs of eyes are peering at you. Sometimes it seems like you have a responsibility to people you've never met and you experience a pang of anxiety now, wondering how to live up to it all. Use the questions that arise as prompts to listen for authentic answers. However, the best gift you can give to the world is being unequivocally yourself. Martin Luther King Jr. said, "Only in the darkness can you see the stars."

Source : Rick Levine