#Embrace Your Inner Lotus

[somethingnubian]

Title: Embrace Your Inner Lotus: Healing and Expression During the Full Moon in Sagittarius

Keywords: Full Moon in Sagittarius, Throat Chakra Activation, Yoga and Healing, Embrace Your Inner Lotus, Mindful Expression, Moon Phase Healing During the recent Full Moon in Sagittarius, I found myself amidst a swirl of unforeseen interruptions that pulled me away from my cherished yoga routine. It was one of those periods where every challenge seemed to feed into another, culminating in a…

[muzansfangs]

nsfw alphabet with byakuya?? 😭

Nsfw alphabet – Byakuya Kuchiki (letters d, e, f, k, l).

Starring: Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: headcanons;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, language, mirror sex, creampies, hair pulling, dom!byakuya, sub!reader, praise kink, possessive tendencies, implied size kink, married couple, oral sex (f!receiving);

Plot: Some nsfw head canons about Byakuya Kuchiki based on some letters of the alphabet.

Author note: Hello there! As I have already had the occasion to tell you in another ‘alphabet request’, I am not a huge fan of this format. In the future, I may decide to write the missing letters, but as for now enjoy the ones I have picked! I am sorry if this is not your cup of tea, but alphabets sometimes get repetitive and it is not exactly a turn on for me to write.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs).

Byakuya enjoys spurting his seed into you from behind, watching the way the creamy substance leaks out of your core and connects to the sheets. It is primal and extremely possessive, he admits it, however it leaves him the masculine satisfaction of knowing the cum dribbling out of you belongs to him. This does not mean he is into objectification. On the contrary, he deems it as a gesture to showcase his dedication to satisfy you like a dutiful husband should.

If he does not finish into you, he likes to do it over the small of your back and watch the way the seed runs down the swell of you ass before dripping in between your thighs and the futon.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Byakuya is extremely reserved, but everyone knows he has been married. He knows the feminine needs of a woman and has had his chance to practice the best ways to quench that thirst. Making love becomes a duty, but also a unique experience. Albeit he may give off the vibes of cold, detached man, he truly likes showing you his lustful side.

Byakuya has never left you dissatisfied, nor has he ever failed in surprising you by introducing small new practices in special occasions. Nothing is dull, or static. The Captain is not the type to brag about his skills with other men, but he is surely proud to know he has made you whimper out for hours before falling asleep last night.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying).

Byakuya likes to experiences new way to make love to you. Still, if he was forced to pick only two positions to replicate for the rest of his life, he would surely go with missionary and lotus position.

The urge to embrace you, to lock your eyes in a rather intense eye-contact is the main reason behind his choices: Byakuya wants, or better he needs, to instill the concept that you are loved in your mind. The Captain loves watching you cry out his name over his lips, while his mouth chases yours. It does not matter if he is fucking you by being on top, or if you have your legs crossed behind his back in a sitting position whilst his hips snap upwards in deep and vigorous thrusts: he yearns to see you scrunch your face up, brows furrowed, while your inner walls squeeze him up. This is what matters to him.

Also, he may or may not draw pleasure in watching your mounds bounce before his blue eyes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Everyone has a kink and Byakuya Kuchiki is no one to deny he does not have some himself.

On the top of them, this man will let you know he likes mirror sex. As already mentioned, he likes directing his full attention on studying your face whilst fucking you. Yet, he does not disdain to peek at your reflections in the mirror to assess the way your whole body his affected by his actions, or how much larger than you he is.

Secondly, the head of the Kuchiki clan has a thing for hair pulling. A wild card is that he does not pull yours, unless you explicitly tell him to tug on them. He loves the way his scalp stings instead, when you tug on his luscious hair, while he goes down on you. Do it and he might spill his own cum all over himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Strictly, in the privacy of his manor. Byakuya would never let anyone interrupt your moments of tender intimacy. If he could, he would even dismiss his servants from the residence but, unfortunately, he can’t. All he wants is for you to enjoy the moment and not worry about any possible set of prying eyes suddenly landing on your forms. In your shared bedroom, bare, only for him to lavish, you can forget about the rest of the world and concentrate solely on him and the way he unravels you effortlessly.

Another reason causing him to restrain himself from indulging in sex anywhere besides the Kuchiki Estate is his position as the head of the noble clan. It would be unbecoming of him to stain his ancestors’ reputation by acting like a stupid lout. Pride and manners above carnal urges. This is a mantra he repeats to himself often, since he met you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Here we are with another Kuchiki work. I am enjoying exploring this character a little more… Unfortunately, though, I could only dedicate little time to him. Let’s hope more inspiration strikes me so that I can serve you some more Byakuya in the near future. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Luce!

[truths33k3r4]

(Warnings for this chapter are at the bottom of the page to keep from giving away spoilers.)

CHAPTER 9 - Dreams of the Haunted

Raphael watched as Lotus finally stilled in Leo’s arms, her stuttered breaths and sniffles slowly descending into silence. Her panicked words twisted and pulled at his mind, deepening his growing concern for her. Frustration began building in his heart as he watched someone so frail and scared fight a horrific, inner battle.

And all he could do was watch.

It brought him no comfort that he was the one that possibly sparked such awful memories in the frightened girl. How she looked at him… It was as if he was the ghost inhabiting all of her nightmares. As if it were him that caused her to flail out of bed in sporadic jolts, wearing beads of sweat on her trembling brow.

 The familiar, sticky tentacles of guilt quickly slithered around his heart, constricting the limited air in his lungs, and filling his mind with useless reprimands.

You shoulda just left her to Leo.

It’s your fault she’s afraid all the time.

She’s scared of you.

Raph shook his head in an attempt to focus back to the matter at hand.

The “matter” that now laid limp in his oldest brother’s arms, softly sighing and nestling into his plastron. The fiery brother watched in silent adoration as Leo stroked the young girl’s shell, successfully calming her enough to make her fall back to sleep. Raph remembered seeing Leo do the same calming motion when they were kids, using it to settle a frightened youngest brother surrounded by darkness, or steady a stressed nerd with too much homework, or simmer down a heated temper with nowhere to go but out.

Raph had used it once or twice as well. The faint memory passed through his mind like a soft breeze as he remembered Leo’s shuttering body hidden fully in his shell after another nightmare. However awkward that night had begun, Raph still recalled it with a warm endearment, remembering all of his brothers combining forces to bring comfort to their newly titled “leader”. Yeah, it was cramped and full of mushy feelings and tears; Three things Raph himself normally hated more than Math homework, but it was all worth it to be there for Leo. 

It was all worth it to bring comfort to their comforter.

As Lotus let out one final, heavy exhale, Leo skillfully weaved out of her embrace, laying her down gently onto the pillow and carefully draping the blanket over her. She didn’t stir the slightest, seemingly sinking deeper and deeper into the cushion of the mattress and the grounding weight of the blanket. Leo sighed as he looked down at her, his shoulders and body falling as if another weight had landed atop them. Tenderly, he reached out and wiped away the last of her tears speckling her cheeks. 

And he wonders why he was the best pick for Team Medic. Stinkin’ show off.

As Leo pushed himself off the floor with a winced grunt, he patted the dirt and grime off his knees and legs. Raph’s eyes involuntarily widened at the dark patches of dirt littering his oldest brother’s body. Normally the brothers kept their room a bit more tidy than that, but…

…a lot had happened. And some things carried more priority than household chores. 

“Raph, come on!” Leo shout-whispered, knocking the fiery brother’s train of thought clean off its tracks. “She’s asleep. Let’s go.” 

Raph gave a slight nod and followed his brother into the hallway, the two siblings being as silent and swift as wind sweeping across snow.

 They walked side by side in the hall, remaining quiet even after they were far past the brothers’ bedroom. Raph couldn’t help but subtly peer his eyes across to Leo, gauging what was going through the leader’s head. It wasn’t abnormal for the eldest to go silent, far from it in fact. Especially after something big happening, Leo would normally not speak as he contemplated the next best course of action. This had actually formed into a problem when they were younger, with Raph and Don’s impatience being stretched to their limits as they had to just wait for their leader to find a solution without a single conversation being had. That had sparked many unneeded forest fires of fury between the twins and their leader. 

Raph couldn’t help but snicker to himself as he remembered how ticked off Don had gotten, spouting off facts and insults in tandem when he wasn’t kept in the know-how. 

“Raph- What was that?” Leo asked suspiciously as he turned his gaze towards the fiery brother. “... Why… are you laughing??” He asked with a slight tint of incredulous confusion in his tone.

With Leo’s frosty irises now locked onto him, Raph found it a little hard to open his mouth and make words come out. 

“Uh… I was…”

Just speak, it ain’t that hard!!

“...Um…”

Leo’s Mom Glare™ suddenly shot up to a “should I be worried??” expression.

JUST. FRIGGIN. TALK.

Raph forcefully rolled his shoulders to release some of the energy building in his body.

“Heheh I was… rememberin’ how ticked off Don got when you went quiet on our missions. You remember the crazy insults he called you?”

Leo’s interrogative gaze flickered and dissipated as he turned his face to the ceiling and sighed with a smile.

“Ahhh yes…” The eldest huffed as his grin grew in nostalgic amusement. “Dad caught him swearing so many times so he just decided to make up new insults…Ah man, which one had you and me cracking up that one time?”

“Ooof, dude. How could ya pick? There’s too many good ones HA!”

“... Was it “Lint Licker”? Or maybe “Shiitake Mushroom head”, HAHA!!!”

Hearing the past substituted insults ignited a warm, soothing flame to ignite in Raph’s heart, leaving him clutching his stomach with how hard he was now laughing alongside his brother.

“WAIT WAIT- HAHAHEEE- Do you remember the time he called you a “Mother Clucker”?! BROOO I couldn’t even breathe I was laughin’ so hard!!!”

“OH DANG- HAHA!!! I can’t believe I forgot that one!!!” Leo was now clutching at his side too, leaning his shell against the wall of the hallway for support as he cackled and sniffed away tears from his eyes. “Don was so mad his face was as red as your mask!!!”

Now Raph could barely breathe with how hard he was laughing.

“Heee… He just sat there- HAHA- With his arms crossed holdin’ his breath- HAHAHA!!! You were afraid he was gonna pass out!!”

“He almost did!!! You had to catch him!!!” Leo’s voice cracked and broke with the laughter erupting out of his throat. Without meaning to, some of his words shot to an extremely high pitch, only worsening Raph’s guffaws to the point where he collapsed to the floor, splayed out and pressing down onto his torso.

There the two brothers were, one propped against a wall, the other laying flat on the ground, laughing.

Despite all that they had been through.

Here they were.

Laughing.

As their chuckles petered out to sniffs and snickers, Leo pushed himself off the wall and walked up to Raph’s prone body. The eldest reached out his hand with a big, real smile gracing every inch of his face. Raph couldn’t help but return Leo’s kindness with his own grin, gratefully accepting his big brother’s hand and allowing himself to be helped off the floor.

“Come on…” Leo laughed again, gasping for air, “Let’s go check on the Clean Up Crew.”

Raph nodded with a knowing smile as the two continued down to the living room.

“MIKEY!!! DON!!” Raph called out with his hand cupping the side of his face. “WHERE YOU GUYS AT??” 

After being answered with silence, Leo and Raph ventured into the kitchen. Walking past the doorway, the first thing Raph noticed was the “used” trash bin propped near the sink. The second thing he noticed, or rather was SMACKED ACROSS THE FACE WITH, was the pungent smell of lavender fumes filling up the entire room. Both his and Leo’s eyes immediately sprung up with more tears as they began to flap their arms to wave out some of the potent aroma. It didn’t do much, and unfortunately, living in the sewers, there were no windows to open and let out the powerful scent. So they just stood there for a bit, waving their arms, until finally both of them gave up in between hacks and coughs and simply retreated to the couch instead.

Comparatively, hacking and choking on fumes was apparently a much more effective way to beckon for their little brother instead of just casually calling to him. 

“What the shell happened to you guys??” Mikey yelled as he ran through the lair’s entrance into the living room. He was out of breath and wearing far-too-big gloves on his hands.

“Us?? *COUGH COUGH*- What- a-about you?? WHY were you *HACK* up top?!” Leo sputtered indignantly as he turned his head to look at his thirteen year old brother that was apparently alone in the big, scary world that towered above them.

Raph chuckled as he watched Mikey roll his eyes and tsk at the eldest’s obvious concern.

“Leooo I’m fineeee. I literally just took out the trash, CHILL.” Mikey grumbled as he pulled off the oversized gloves from his fingers.

“I will NOT CHILL.” Leo retorted right back, now wearing his patented Mom Glare™ and speaking as if he were Mikey’s parent rather than his oldest sibling, “You, young mutant, are thirteen. You aren’t allowed up top by yourself, you know that.”

“Yeah~ I’m fully aware, Mom-o-nardo. But Don was busy trying to hold in his lunch, so I took care of it.” Mikey sluggishly declared, his words dripping with nonconchalance. “You’re welcome~.” He flicked his hands with the dramatic flair of a magician, tossing the gloves onto a nearby side table, effectively making them ‘disappear’ from his person. 

Raph let out a silent “Ooooh~” as he turned to see how Leo would react. And as always, the eldest did not disappoint.

“Do I need to tell Master Splinter of your little solo errand?” Leo asked in a tone that was as cold and sharp as an icicle’s tip. 

The youngest’s face fell immediately as Leo played his highest card:

“I’M GONNA TELL DAD.”

Classic oldest sib move, Raph thought to himself. Game set match.

With an offended pout only a youngest sibling could pull off, Mikey growled and stomped his way into the kitchen.

 He quickly regretted his decision.

Raph and Leo couldn’t help the satisfied grins crawling up their faces as they heard Mikey begin to cough violently, clapping his hands over his snout and hightailing it back into the living room. He unceremoniously crumpled to the floor in a hacking heap.

Raph leaned further into the couch cushions and rested his head over his crossed arms, while he watched his little brother writhe dramatically on the floor. With a quick glance, he saw that Leo was subtly checking if Mikey was actually okay or if he was just being dramatic. He obviously came to the same conclusion Raph did as the two oldest siblings sat back and watched, the smiles on their faces never leaving for a second.

“Yeah… seems Don did one shell of a job “decontaminating” the trash bin, huh lil bro?”

Mikey’s head lifted from the ground long enough for him to spit out, “I BET ASTRONAUTS COULD SMELL THAT.”

Leo shook his head as he rolled his eyes, allowing a faint smile to grow on his face. Raph couldn’t help but ask himself how long it had been since so much laughter and smiles had graced the rooms of his home. 

In order to keep the bright composure he was carrying on his face, he pushed aside that thought and just sat as he watched his brothers just be kids again.

. . .

Images flashed past Raphael’s eyes as his body was forcefully shoved through a long, grey hallway. Echoes of horrified and pained screams blared into his skull. Shadows peeled from the walls and engulfed him, slithering their arms into tight bands around his biceps and ankles. Despite the fear penetrating every cell of his body, his mind remained completely hollow, as if he didn’t carry enough strength to create a simple thought. 

The only voice that could be heard in his mind wasn’t his own.

It promised safety and warmth; an easy way out of this trap. Its gravely whispers poked and scratched inside his head, trying to tangle and pull apart any chords of willpower he had left. He could sense the bristling flame of his determination and spirit continue to flicker into nothing. With each seductive, hushed word, a vital part of his identity was extinguished, replaced with an empty husk of compliance.

He wanted to scream, to run, to fight. He longed to beat the shell out of the siren that continued to whisper and enchant his body to bend to its will. 

His mouth stayed shut. 

His legs remained still.

His hands hung limp at his sides, bristling the tipped edges of his sais.

Now watching as if a spectator in his own body, Raph’s legs began to move. They pressed forward with an unnatural uniformity, pulling him closer to a pair of doors leading into a frighteningly familiar room. Raph watched as a pair of crimson-tipped fingers unlocked the door, beckoning him to continue on his way inside. No matter how much Raph’s spirit bit and snarled and yanked, his body complied with the voice’s wishes.

His form climbed into a cushioned chair surrounded by heavy machinery littering every surface. The haunting shine of scalpels and saws glistened on trays set up near his head. His wrists and ankles were slid into metal cuffs as his body unnaturally relaxed into the reclining chair. Lights began flashing as the machinery around him began to glow in a sickly neon green.

“LET ME GO!!!”

Raph’s spirit froze at the sound of the new voice screeching at the doorway. It was a voice he could never forget; A voice of someone who drove him crazy, and pushed him to always do his best in everything he ever did. A scratchy tone that would sometimes pop into a high-pitched crack, leaving him dying laughing on the floor and dodging random office supplies being hurled at him.

His best friend.

“I SAID LET ME GO!!! WHERE’S MY BROTHER?” Don snarled as he was dragged into the room by two hulking jerks, twisting and yanking at the freckled mutant’s chains. He winced as they threw him into the similar chair positioned beside Raph.

NO!! PLEASE NO!!!

Raph’s pleads and screams never left his body’s lips. He could only watch as his twin was forced down into the chair, the two men not being gentle in the slightest as they tugged Don’s limbs through the cuffs with a loud *CLANG*.

“RAPH!!” Don yelled to the hollow husk of his twin in both concern and relief at the same time,”RAPH WAKE UP!! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!”

The fiery brother couldn’t look away as Don’s face fell when his twin didn’t even acknowledge his existence, nevermind his words.

“...R-Raph?... What did they do to you?!- WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!!!” Don ignited in a furious explosion of raw, protective instincts as masked doctors began filling the room.

Even with Don’s kicking and screaming, clawing and biting, and choice vocabulary that would send his father into a coma, the doctors still swiftly worked around him, preparing the machine that menacingly hovered above the two twins. Nurses began attaching small, metal nodes onto the sides of the brothers’ temples; Don’s on the left, and Raph’s on the right. The freckled brother didn’t stop squirming and fighting for one second, using all his energy to somehow escape his binds. But Raph remained still, his mind fully possessed by the siren that dwelled inside.

With a small *click* the machine began to operate. Raph watched as his twin began to scream, not in protest, but in pain. His body twisted and jolted as if he were being impaled by a lightning bolt. 

NO! 

Raphael’s spirit began to burn. 

NO…

His anger blazed in an uncontrollable pyre.

I… WILL NOT… 

His body’s hand twitched.

..LET…

His placid face began to sneer and snarl.

YOU…

His eyes burst open.

HURT HIM!!!!!

His spirit lunged through its prison, disintegrating the coils of control the siren once possessed. The chords of his identity and soul found their purchase in the core of his mind, planting themselves deeply, and never allowing such intrusion again. With the fury of a lion and the love of a protector he screamed,

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Electricity sparked and stuttered through him in an instant, coursing through every muscle and fiber. It pulled his limbs taut, causing a deep ache to ignite in his bones. His skull rang with loud static, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

His body.

He fought against his binds, shattering the metal into pieces.

The lights on the machine flashed and popped, spraying the surrounding doctors with shards of glass. The panels of the contraption began to shake, as the device rapidly began to overload. 

The room was swallowed by the following explosion, bathed in an iridescent, blinding white.

Raphael and Donatello gasped simultaneously as they shot up, flinging their blankets off their chests.

Sweat beads trickled down Raph’s face as he shuddered and snatched onto his blanket. His fingers pressed deeply into the fibers, cushioning his nails instead of allowing them to penetrate skin. The thick, warm feel of the fabric pulled him back from fantasy, and planted him firmly in reality.

I’m home…

I’m safe…

I’m okay…

He chanted these words over and over in his mind until a cool, slurring voice broke his concentration.

“Raph?... You a’right, man?” Leo groggily whispered from his place on the spare mattress in the middle of the room. In the darkness the eldest’s frosty irises glowed as they locked onto Raph. 

Before the fiery brother could turn away from his sibling’s concerned gaze, Leo was already pulling away his sheets and blanket, tidily folding them over the edge of his bed, before silently crossing the room to Raph’s bedside.

CRUD CRUD CRUD-

NO- SHOO- GO AWAY- NOT NOW-

Raph immediately turned over, flopping to face the wall of his nook away from Leo.

“-I-I’m fine, Leo. Go back ta bed.” He subtly hissed through his fangs, hoping and praying that he was not about to get a big ol’ talk about feelings from the oldest. 

“Yeahhh, I’m not gonna buy that.” Leo yawned as he sat down on the floor beside Raph’s mattress. “A fighter you are. An actor you’re not. Now what’s going on?”

“I said I’m fine.” Raph curtly mumbled into his blanket.

“Still don’t believe you, try again.” Leo sighed as he rubbed at his eyes.

“I SAID I’M FINE.” Raph finally snapped a little too loudly, twisting his body to face his oldest brother. 

Leo winced at the volume of his brother’s expected outburst, then simply shook his head with an unimpressed frown. But before he could say another word, his expression changed as he noticed something about his fiery brother’s face. His mouth parted minisculely as he reached out his hand. 

Raph’s temper and pride demanded he swat it away, but his curiosity and love for his brother won out against his stubbornness. He remained still as Leo’s hand softly landed on the side of Raphael’s face, rubbing something wet off it.

Oh crap I’m crying.

DANG IT NOW HE’S NEVER GONNA LEAVE…

The concern over Leo’s face softened slightly, as he asked again, in a firmer “I am the oldest but I’m also your leader” tone, 

“What’s going on?”

Once again, Raph was completely trapped. Not by a psycho scientist, or by some evil, government organization, but by his perfectionistic, calm, and deeply concerned oldest brother.

There was no way he was going to get out of this one…

And that's it for this chapter! :) You all have been begging to see more of what happened to Don and Raph at the labs, so I present to you a nightmare~. This chapter was certainly tricky to figure out at first- with so many different scenes compiled together, it was hard to keep a steady flow for my reader, but I'm really happy with how it turned out! :) AAAAnd yes, I did say that I would only draw one panel for each chapter, but I COULDN'T HELP ITTTTTT!!!

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~ Melissa

(CW- Nightmares, past medical trauma, being held down, and mind control!!)

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[lint-beetle4]

Hello, you can do, Ao Lie x Dragon lotus reader smut

Ao lie raising the reader to have children.

also if you wonder the reader is a Lotus dragon, basically a dragon with lotus flowers.

Petals in a Drought (Ao Lie X Lotus Dragon! Reader) Smut

I'm not really sure on how to write Ao Lie, but I do hope this is good! Thank you for being so patient with me!

Smut down below!

Ao Lie's cycles have been getting intense lately. His passion for you was obvious, how he always stayed close to you when he could, how he would always ensure your safety if a monster got too close, and how he would always be touching you in some way.

He wanted you to feel safe around him, just as he felt safe around you.

Yet, this was getting excessive, even for someone like him.

It was like being around you wasn't enough, like he needed to be closer, closer than skin could touch.

His dragon urges had been harder to control too. Animalistic instincts rising in him, screaming at him to protect you and shield you from prying eyes that were no where to be found.

It was worse with you being a dragon yourself, scales like lotus petals lining your body. You were his treasure, Ao Lie could admit that much. So precious to him, and such a treat to have. He was smitten, and his body knew that well.

He wasn't sure if your own cycles were matching his-- only communication could tell--but he only wanted you.

It was until the heat building inside of him grew unbearable that he pulled you aside, gripping your arms desperately while hiding his flushed face in your shoulder with a whimper.

"I can't take it anymore. I must have you. Please."

Well, who were you to deny such a cute man?

Ao Lie bite along your neck, deep impression lining your collarbone and lower jaw as he suckled onto your skin. Every part of you was marked, bruises decorating your petaled scales, Ao Lie's tongue a comforting pressure along each bite mark.

His teeth grazed your chest, teasing your nipples as he sucked on them, giving them their due attention. His hands fondled your breasts gently, giving a firm squeeze to them as he trailed lower to your stomach. Pressing small kisses to your body, Ao Lie laid more bites onto your hips, watching as your legs trembled before him with a smirk.

Marking your inner thighs, Ao Lie pressed a kiss to your legs, his face dangerously close to your throbbing pussy.

His eyes glanced up to you, filled with a foggy passion before you felt his tongue swirling around your clit, lightly sucking it. Your hips bucked at the sensation, your clit sensitive and erect.

Ao Lie sucked you gently, his tongue focusing solely on your throbbing clit as his fingers swept up some of your pussy juices, lining them against your hole before they dug into your pussy, pushing up at the sensitive, spongy skin within you.

You moaned, hips rocking against him, attacked by the duel sensation as you felt a rise inside of your stomach, a string threatening to snap in your core. Yet, before you could release, Ao Lie pulled away, fingers sliding out of you, licking his lips.

Ao Lie kissed your face, his tongue sliding through your lips as he lowered his pants, fully hard cock in his palms.

You whimpered, feeling his cock press into your pussy. Ao Lie laid a soft hand on your face as he pulled away, whispering soft comforts to you while he slowly pushed in.

"Shh, it's alright, my dear."

"Relax, the pain will go away, I promise."

"You're doing so well, darling."

Soon, you were stuffed with Ao Lie's cock, twitching inside of you as Ao Lie buried his face into your neck, peppering you with kisses as his breath stuttered, a groan hidden in his throat.

"You--you're so tight, haah--"

You hold Ao Lie close to you, your hips moving impatiently. Ao Lie chuckled, thrusting into you as he moaned into your embrace.

His pace became fast, erratic, and near uncontrollable as pleasure surrounded you both, warm and pulsing as your pussy was rammed into, faster and faster. You tightened against Ao Lie's cock as he suddenly grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest he continued to pound you thoroughly in your mating press.

Ao Lie's dick thrust into you, pants escaping him while matching your wanton moans. You felt his hips stutter as he dug deep into you, his arms wrapping around you as he somehow continued to dig deeper and deeper into you with his throbbing cock.

"Ah--Ah, I'm going to--"

You whimper against him, tightening against him as you felt yourself about to release as well.

Ao Lie growled lowly into your ear, biting your neck as he thrust into you, ropes of cum filling you while you screamed out his name. The dragon horse dared not to pull out, a low groan as he whispered to you.

"My mate, my precious mate. Please, bear my children. Let us grow a family together."

And, who were you to deny such a man?

[borderlandsresearcher]

MK1 Girlies x Reader:

What She Smells Like 🪷

WOMEN LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL FOOD!!!

CW: suggestive, mentions of polyamory, gn reader, not proofread.

(A/N @ the bottom)

Kitana

-lotus flower, cherry blossom, rose

* Kitana's fragrance is a comforting mixture of various native Edenian plants, as she spends most of her free time frolicking in the palace gardens. Every night she is greeted with a warm, steaming bath, littered with petals from her favourite flower. She loves nothing more than soaking in the essences of her homeland, feeling connected to both herself and nature.

* When she's on duty serving her sister, the leather from her armour overwhelmingly distracts from her natural scent. She found a way to kombat this by leaving small flowers in her pockets and spritzing on the perfume she made between each break.

* When you're not around, she misses your scent more than anything. She'll steal one of your shirts and cuddle with it until she falls asleep. She has gotten too used to you being around, and it devastates her everytime you leave.

* Because of this, you leave behind a bottle of your perfume for Kitana each time you know you will be gone for a long period of time. She is slightly embarrassed when she finds out you know about her habits, but is grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Mileena

-dark cherry

* Smells like you/Tanya let's be honest

* She tries her best to maintain a consistent scent by using various products, ranging from perfumes to body creams to lip gloss!

* Her scent may be a little overwhelming at times, but with the amount of running around she does it tends to wear off throughout the day.

* She sweats quite often, especially during training. Neither you or Tanya seem to mind, expressing that you both love her no matter how smelly she is after training 😆

Sindel

-lavender, sage

* She bathes in various flowers, similar to Kitana.

* During the mourning period of her late husband, she would burn many plants in his honour. She did this so often that the smoke would rub off on her, following her throughout the day.

* When she's feeling down, she allows her daughters to braid flowers into her hair, the aroma complimenting her feminine aura.

* Just like Kitana , she craves your scent whenever you aren't around.

* When Jerrod returns as Ermac, she is overjoyed. She now gets to revel in the warmth of her lovers, appreciating each of your unique scents.

Li Mei

-lavender

* Li Mei learned all of her beauty tips from Sindel, including proper perfume application.

* Sindel gifted her with a vial of lavender perfume from her personal collection for her to sneak into the Umgadi inner sanctum, although she never used it ...

* That was until she was disgraced, and she deeply missed the smell of her empress. She wore it as frequently as possible, and as she climbed her way up the ranks to First Constable, she was able to afford as many bottles of liquid lavender as she desired.

* To you, it was simply the scent she enjoyed. But to her, it was a reminder to whom she serves, and the memories she had lost along the way.

Tanya

-Almond, vanilla, coconut

*The Umgadi are strict on cleanliness, but not so much on luxuries such as perfumes or scented creams. It borders on the line of vanity, which they frown upon. Fortunately, Edenian women tend to value their hair above any other beauty aspect, a trend indirectly started by Empress Sindel.

*The Umgadi embrace this tradition, and allow for the sisters to indulge in frequent haircare, as long as it does not distract from their duties.

*Tanya takes advantage of this. She not only wants to look, but to smell good for both you and Mileena. She works scented oils into her hair, perhaps a bit more than what she actually needs, but anything to make an impression on her lovers. And if you're lucky enough to get some alone time together, she'll let you do it for her, as well as returning the favour.

*Begins to smell like you/Mileena if she's around you long enough.

Ashrah

-dragons blood, rose

* Demons emit a strong musk depending on their mood.

* When she's happy, she'll smell of dragons blood and roses, which is the one you are most accustomed to, seeing as your presence brings her joy.

* When sad, she smells of rain and moss. It is your least favourite scent for this reason...

* When she's lustful, she'll smell of cinnamon and other spices. You and Syzoth are the only ones to have witnessed such a scent.

Nitara

-blood orange, amber

* Despite what you may think, Vaternians care quite a bit about the way they smell, as they are always seeking a potential mate.

* Although, these scents will usually consist of things that attract their own kind, such as human blood.

* But for you? She goes the extra mile. Bathing herself with citrus, spending the few coins she has on exotic Sun Do spices to rub into her clothes, and even changing her diet to animal blood as to not attract others. You are the only mate she desires.

Khameleon

-Tea tree, peppermint, coconut

* Like Tanya, she takes advantage of this loophole. Before she met you, she never really paid attention to how she smelled. The only requirement was that she was clean and presentable in the eyes of the royal family.

* When the two of you started seeing each other, she started to notice little things she normally wouldn't in other people. Your scent, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats fast when she lay on your chest during those rare private moments-- she noticed it all.

* All she wanted was for you to see her the way she sees you, so she goes to Tanya for advice. Now, the girls pamper their hair together, giving each other knowing looks as they do so.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

A/N: Hope this was alright, lemme know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choices or not!!! I am open to constructive criticism :)

[bunji-enthusiast]

Enlightened Love — Buddha

• Note || he’s calm n’ nice… decided to re-upload one of my older works that I found, if you’ve remembered seeing this before… no you didn’t 😀

• pairing || Buddha/GN!Reader

• Form || short oneshot

The air was thick with anticipation as the gods and humans gathered to witness the ultimate battle between Buddha and his opponent. The battlefield trembled with energy, but amidst the chaos, Buddha's gaze fell upon a person in the crowd—[First Name]. Your eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

After the intense battle that followed, Buddha emerged victorious, but rather than basking in his triumph, his thoughts were consumed by [First Name].

Although the loss of Zerofuku and the gods that had followed in the onslaught of the battle, it was indeed rather sad. He couldn’t wish for Ragnarok to end quicker, it was rather stupid the tournament had begun in the first place.

It was your presence that had intrigued the god and was captivated by your spirit, he felt an inexplicable connection that transcended the battlefield.

Days passed, and Buddha found himself seeking out [First Name] amidst the clamor of the divine realm. Your conversations became moments of solace, where you shared your thoughts, dreams, and doubts. [First Name] discovered a gentle side to the mighty deity, and Buddha found solace in your company.

Under the serene moonlit sky, Buddha invited you for a walk through a tranquil garden. As you strolled along the winding paths, the air was filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers. Buddha spoke of the impermanence of life and the pursuit of inner peace, while you had listened intently, captivated by his wisdom.

Your connection deepened with each passing day, marked by stolen glances and gentle smiles. Buddha's presence brought a sense of calm to your heart, and your presence brought warmth to his soul. You shared laughter and tears, their emotions intertwining like the delicate petals of a lotus blossom.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Buddha extended his hand to [First Name]. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of unconditional love and acceptance. With a mix of trepidation and trust, [First Name] reached out, and your hands entwined, the union symbolizing a bond forged in the fires of battle and the tenderness of your hearts.

From that moment on, your journey together continued, embracing the complexities of love and the serenity of enlightenment. Through the trials and tribulations of life, Buddha and [First Name] stood united, drawing strength from one another's presence. In the realm of gods and humans, your love blossomed like a rare and cherished flower—a testament to the power of connection, even in the most unexpected circumstances.

[ahamasmiyodhah]

सुरासंपूर्णकलशं रुधिराप्लुतमेव च।

दधाना हस्तपद्माभ्यां कुष्मांडा शुभदास्तु मे।।

I worship Devi Kushmanda who's holding a Pitcher filled with celestial water and another pitcher overflowing with blood. Who's holding the pitchers with her lotus like hands; O Devi Kushmanda! Please bestow your auspicious blessings on me.

𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀; Mata Kushmanda signifies creativity, vitality, and positivity in a woman's life. She embodies the power of creation, inspiring women to embrace their inner light, nurture growth, and foster joy and well-being.

[mjfpendragon]

I am currently watching the SpongeBob movie and have always been under the belief that it is the myth of the 21st century, like how Superman is the 20th century myth.

I also believe that the SpongeBob movie is just the Odyssey. And in that scenario, is the diver the crew that mutinies? The one who gives them false hope? Or would it be the fish who come back to life and attacking the cyclops who was the diver. David Hasselhoff has to be Poseidon, if Odysseus and his crew were friends.

Is Dennis actually Odysseus?

Actually, fuck. Wait. No, the SpongeBob movie is a mirror of the Odyssey. Instead of the message of becoming more ruthless and getting rid of humanity when needed, the movie instead focuses on embracing your inner child.

The progress of events in SpongeBob go as follows:

-the leaving from Ithaca and the events of the illiad (the events with Mr Krabs being framed and imprisoned as SpongeBob leaves to get the crown. The Thug Tug acts as the Trojan horse and sacking of troy, the twins acting as the infant that is sacrificed for the purpose of furthering of the journey of heroes)

-lotus eaters (the fake ice cream lady, tricking them and trying to give them food that would put them in harms way)

-the cyclops (the diver and his sheep are the gift shop sea creatures)

-poseidon (Dennis is Poseidon. Constantly trying to fuck with the quest.)

-circe and hermes (Mindy and the bag of winds she gives the two boys. Gives the boys mustaches as disguises to protect them (like circe with her nymphs) Must I say more? Mindy also acts as the seer considering how short the movie has to be)

-the underworld (the area of monsters they have to travel through, acting as an area of reflection and coming to terms with things)

-scylla (plankton, using his charm and mind control to trick people under their control to enact their evil plans)

-zeus (this could go two ways. Either Neptune or Dennis honestly, but heavily leaning Neptune. Uses lightning to smite them down, also makes them choose their punishment for what fate follows them)

-the journey back to Ithaca and slaying of the suitors (returning to bikini bottom to free all of them from their buckets and take back control of being the manager of the new krusty krab)

This doesn't make ANY sense in places lmao but it's too funny not to think about. There are probably ways it could be organized to make it make more sense and assigning different things to new people and places but I'm too tired lol.

I was just watching the movie and found a bunch of new connections since I've been obsessed as hell with Epic recently. Anywho, that's my thing. Let me know if y'all agree or have any better ideas please haha.

Mwah love you all.

[bricksxbooks]

Um? So cute???

I support this product idea on LEGO Ideas, and you should, too!

[talk-danmei-to-me]

if you want to write anything horny angsty about ranwan on this beautifully moonlit friday night 🙏

How about Ranwan being horny in the moonlight? With a sprinkle of angst:

...

Mo Ran wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning's waist and rested his head on his shoulder, 'Come on, it'll be fun. I'll make it bigger for you.'

He held him a little tighter, a slight gasp escaped Chu Wanning's throat as he felt Mo Ran's erection pressing against him,

'You don't need my encouragement for that,' he hissed, though he made no attempts to disentangle himself from Mo Ran's embrace.

Mo Ran sighed, hot breath fanning Chu Wanning's neck, 'You won't go to the baths anymore, you say our secret spots are off limits for Xue Meng's sake, where are we supposed to go? Red Lotus Pavillion?'

'Certainly not!'

'Well, we can't keep sneaking off to inns in town, that's even more suspicious. Thats why I suggested my sword. Discretion is key.'

Chu Wanning spun to face him, Mo Ran caught his hand and guided it within his inner robes, until his desire was flush against Chu Wanning's palm.

He opened his mouth to speak but Mo Ran interrupted him, with pupils blown wide he said, 'Help me, Shizun, it hurts.'

Mo Ran failed to hide the shit-eating grin that covered his face as the tips of his Wanning's ears instantly turned scarlet. Chu Wanning snatched his hand away and stepped onto the blade without saying another word. Mo Ran joined him and raised them up, high into the clouds, far from prying eyes, to look upon his beloved by the light of the moon. Chu Wanning grasped the collar of Mo Ran's robes so tightly his knuckles turned white. His mouth was drawn in a tight line as he focused on keeping his breathing steady as the blade they rode took them higher and higher.

Mo Ran leaned in to place a chaste kiss against his shizun's lips, 'Let go, baby,' he tried to capture Chu Wanning's bottom lip between his teeth with another kiss until he said, 'You need to be able to use your hands.'

Mo Ran's own hands were making quick work of the robe that concealed Chu Wanning's body from prying eyes. Chu Wanning took a couple of tentative steps forward, eager to increase the contact between them.

'I'll fall,' he whispered in the breaks between open-mouthed kisses.

Mo Ran laced their fingers together, parting only to press a line of kisses along Chu Wanning's knuckles, 'I won't let you.'

With that, he lowered Chu Wannings hand.

His touch was cautious at first, the terror of being so high up evident in the way his fingers trembled as they wrapped around Mo Ran's leaking cock. It had been too long since he'd felt his beloved's fingers around him. All at once the sensations were too much and not enough, Mo Ran cried out, his hips bucked up into Chu Wanning's hand. Excitement coursed through his body like electricity as he imagined his tight grip was instead his hole and how amazing it would feel to fuck him.

'Shhh,' Chu Wanning warned, the hand that clung to Mo Ran's robes shot up to cover his mouth, 'Someone will hear.'

Mo Ran shook his head, licking a strip across Chu Wanning's palm so he pulled away in surprise, 'Not up here they wont. You're so good to me, too good to me.'

His praise inspired Chu Wanning to pick up the pace, he stroked him faster, 'Stop spouting nonsense,' he warned.

'Can't help it,' Mo Ran breathed as he rocked against him, craving more friction. His fingers turned greedy as they divested Chu Wanning of his outer robes. They fell from the blade to sink in a lake somewhere beneath them. As Chu Wanning turned to follow their trajectory, Mo Ran's release covered his hands.

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, Mo Ran squatted before him, feet firmly positioned on the elongated blade, he grasped Chu Wanning's hips to keep him steady, 'Your turn,' he promised.

[lotusmi]

The Matrix is Only Real When You Allow It To Be Real

✉ 27. feb. 23 Channeled by James McConnell. ↪ "lotus: channeled messages series"

from Lord Sananda, source. + in portuguese

I am Sananda. I come to be with you just briefly at this point, just to help you more about the changes that are all around you.

The changes that you are moving through. The changes that you are seeing outside of yourself. Or even more than that, the changes that are happening within you as you connect to the outer world, but you are more and more firmly within your inner world.

So yes, you are part of that outer world. You are part of the third-dimensional expression, but also separate from it, as you allow yourself to be separate from it. For it can no longer control you unless you let it control you. The programming can no longer control you unless you let it control you. All is opening up to you if you but allow it. All, being the expression of the One Source that is moving through you at all times.

For you are the One Source. You are the one, have always been the one. You are just simply remembering that now. Remembering more and more fully who you are, and embracing the changes as they are happening now, as you are looking at this.

Certainly as you look at it as a movie more and more, it is all happening that you are fully expressed within it as much as you allow yourself to be. But you can pull away at any point. And many of you, most of you if not all of you, have been doing that more and more, and not letting yourselves become ensconced or enthralled once again with the third-dimensional illusion. Because you know it is just that: an illusion. It only gains reality when you give it reality. The matrix is only real when you allow it to be real [✰].

So trust in yourselves more and more. Trust in who you are. And know that all is coming forward. All truth is coming forward more and more. And the expression of truth is all around you and within you if you allow it. You all know the truth deep down within you, even though you listen to your news, you watch your videos, even doing so, you know the truth within you. It resonates within you. So you know when you hear something that does not quite match what you already know deep within you. It does not resonate with you. Trust that resonation. Trust it. Trust that you know deep within you what is true and what is not. You do not need to ask anyone else, for they tell you from their truth. Your truth is not necessarily their truth, just as theirs is not necessarily yours.

So allow. Allow for the differences. And again, allow for the changes to continue to come to this world, because they are going to increase tremendously over the next weeks and months to come, to the point where you may not even recognize the old ways any longer, for you will have completely moved out of the old third-dimensional illusion and into the new reality that you are creating in the higher dimensional frequencies.

All of this is up to you, and the collective you, to continue to move forward. Always moving forward, and not allow yourself to step back. If you do, know that it is only for an instant, and you can always take the next step forward again. And again, forward.

I am Sananda, and I leave you now in peace, and love, and oneness. And that you would continue to always step forward.

[ramayantika]

–✦– 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 –✦–

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri

Saraswati

I wonder why don't I ever concentrate on the pooja whenever I am in a group. I love to sit in front of my deities alone in a room in dark and let my thoughts and words wander. I know they they hear my inner thoughts as well as the words that project out of my mouth. It feels as if I am home with them only when I am the only one in a room.

It's the same even today. Today it is Basant Panchami. Dadi, my brother and I are doing pooja day. Dad is in another city and mummy has periods so she did not join for the aarti today. She had specifically asked me to keep a few pens and my RD Sharma Maths book near Saraswati maa's moorti.

Funny, how I call Devi Lakshmi as my sakhi and Devi Saraswati as Maa. As a child of five years, I used to watch this animated movie called Omkara on TV. Shivji and Parvati Devi had taken abode in the holy city of Kashi with Ganesha, Karthikeya, Lakshmi and Saraswati as their children. My mother would always tell me to be like Saraswati -- affectionate, kind, wise and simple.

Years flew by, and for a while, my connection with the deities dwindled even with my dearest god, Krishna. But, don't they say that the goddess of Knowledge sits on Vishnu's tongue. Won't the same goddess guide the one who has strayed away from its path?

I stare at the small moorti of the goddess. It took me back to my examination days. I always carried an examination board that had a photo of Devi Saraswati. She always looked so elegant and benevolent. I usually performed well in subjects like English, Hindi, Social Studies and Biology with her photo on my exam board, so I considered her as my lucky charm during exam days.

The Saraswati moorti looks beautiful. I stare at the veena in her hands and the large pink lotus on which she sits. For the first time, I get a tingly feeling running down on my spine -- the feeling that arises each time I am about to meet a goddess in person. Dadi is probably chanting Saraswati chalisa and my brother as usual is randomly mouthing the words and staring at the sweets.

Warmth engulfs my body, and I hear rain fall outside the balcony. My eyes close on their own accord, and for the first time I am given a divine vision.

The goddess is seated near a river bed that is brimming with fresh brightly coloured green grasses, and a few wild flowers. The river looks clean, completely transparent. It sparkles a little under the sun. Her fingers skillfully run on the strings of the Veena, producing the most beautiful tune I have ever heard in my life. Her eyes are closed, but I know she sees me. She knows that I am watching her.

After what feels like an eternity, she stops playing her instrument and opens her eyes. She smiles and gently calls her swan from the river. I turn back and see a large but majestic swan emerge from the crystal clear river with a string of pearls on its beak. The swan turns its head at me and nods. I gawk at the beautiful bird which causes the goddess to giggle. She composes herself and pats the swan's head. "It's a beautiful bird, isn't it?"

"The most exquisite looking swan, devi," I say as the swan gently lands the pearls near my feet. Frowning in confusing, I look at the goddess and ask, "Why did it give the pearls to me? They are yours."

"What do the pearls signify, my child?"

"Wisdom, purity, innocence, serenity and protecting, Maa."

Devi smiles. I see her face shine like the full moon. "Very good. That's true. Now let me tell you something." Her lovely fingers pick a delicate pearl. "Pearls are very difficult to find. They lie deeper and hidden in dark waters. Only the ones brave into the embrace the darkness of the ocean. You have to delve deep and have patience to look for them. There will be many obstacles on your way. You might feel tiredness seep into your bones. Sometimes you will see your companions getting these shiny pearls quickly while you barely find a shell on the water bed. You must remember that to get the best, sometimes you have to wait for long and keep persevering. One day, your hard work will pay off, and these pearls will be yours. Now, pearls also represent wisdom, don't they?"

I nod my head eagerly. She continues, "The quest for diamonds teaches you lessons of immense hard work and the sight to never consider any piece of coal or a stone to be ordinary. The journey to seek pearls gives you lessons of patience and the strength to take bold decisions to get the best of your life with grace, kindness and knowledge."

Her swan nuzzles on my thigh and I feel my legs stiffen which causes the goddess to chuckle. "Don't worry, my swan won't bite you. The worse it can do is drench you in river water to indulge in some mischief."

I nervously laugh and touch the swan's head with my index finger. My eyes then travel upwards to gaze at Maa's face. Her face softens with a knowing look. "You have a question, don't you?"

"There are nights, I hear a song far away from my house. It makes me wonder who I am. There's a lake near my house. Each time I peer at my reflection, I see a woman decked in red and dazzling jewels. For a man, she would be sensuality personified, but to me she appears divine. She has a sharp gaze that would make tongues stutter to make any remark at her. Then, the red clothes and gold jewels disappear. She then appears dressed in white with pearls and flowers around her wrists and legs. She looks lovely but in a different way. She radiates pure love. She looks at everyone with the eyes of a charmed lover, speaks words that would boggle the mind and make you question everything you have ever known. Later, she smiles knowing only a choice few would understand her language and her words. After a while, their faces morph into my reflection and I have never found myself look that divinely charming even in the mirror. Should I know who these women are? Are they me or will I grow up to be them?"

The goddess closes her eyes once again. Her form starts expanding to the skies. Golden efflugence effuses from her being while her fingers start to play the veena once again. She answers.

"You are them, yes, my child. You will grow up to be them. But remember, don't consider them to be separate from each other or from you. Red is for passion, energy and love. Men in your time will confuse this form as lust. You must build yourself in such a way that no man with a narrowed vision can hurl abuse your divinely form. Many are going to speak against you, even for the way you carry yourself and move. You, my child, are going to rise than them. I shall not speak much about your appearance in red. You will have another goddess tell you more, a goddess who often is misinterpreted and shunned today. Let me tell you about the woman in white."

Maa plays a beautiful set of chords that make me feel as if I am floating in air amongst twinkling stars. It feels blissful. Is this how sat-chit-ananda feels like?

A melodious laughter from Maa fills my ears. "Now, that's something for you to find out. I will not reveal everything to you. But for now, let me tell you about the second woman."

"She has the gaze and a hear of a lover. She will fall in love with everything life will give her, be it thorns or roses. Books are her companions. She is going to be a wonderful being of light, love, kindness and wisdom. She wears white to represent the holy and divine knowledge she has learnt in her life and other lifetimes to come. The pearls on her body stand for the important lessons on patience, beauty, virtue and serenity. She is a very mysterious woman. Some say she has the most complex thoughts about life, while a rare minds get through her way of flowery words and poetry to understand one simple Truth -- this Truth is again your quest to realize and understand. You cannot tie her to relationships and desires in the mortal sense. She will love you dearly, do everything that is best for you, but do not expect her to write ballads and love songs for you. Her love songs and poems speak about a different Lover. Who is that Lover is another question whose answer you must find yourself. She will be your guiding force in life and until you transform into her. As I said, you, we, them are all One."

Tears flow out of my eyes. Perhaps, I did find my answer to my questions. Maybe, I will grow and transform myself in the best way possible and help others in the same. Just like Maa said, we all are One, we all can help, learn and grow together.

"Jhia lo prasad ta ne kana emiti thakurani ku dekhuchu." (Daughter, have the prasad. Why are you staring at the goddess like that?"

****** ***** ******* ******** ******** *********

This is the longest in the series. I am really grateful for your comments and the amount of love you have poured out for this series. A lot of it is personal in these tales that happened to me in dreams and in some of my worst days. Maybe that's why it connects you all too. I promise, once I am done with this series, I will reply to all of your comments and reblogs.

And here you can make a guess about the next goddess as Maa said she will tell you about the woman in red, do you all have any guesses who will she be? This is a very easy answer 👀

[queervocasongtourn]

Queer Vocaloid Song Tournament: Side C, Round 1

Please listen to all songs before voting!

Empress by Teniwoha feat. Kagamine Rin (Lyrics)

VS

Unicorn by Teniwoha feat. v flower (Lyrics)

Propaganda under the cut!

EMPRESS

"WE KNOW VILLAIN. WE KNOW UNICORN. LIVED IT LOVED IT. BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT EMPRESS AKA TENIWOHA TRANSFEM ANTHEM… Speaker goes through a journey feeling very inadequate and inherently ugly, something that makeup can't conceal, and says "It looks like my infinitesimal soul was poured into the wrong template" she doesn't fit what's is beautiful, she feels like she was made wrong. There's an inner conflict between the Empress she "wants" to be and what she actually "is" but then she gains more confidence when she reflects on how nature is inherently beautiful because it exists, not because other people think it's beautiful. "Does a lotus flower bloom because it thinks it will be pretty?" Consider how even though she knows she is an "empress," she compares herself to a wrapper over candy--a thin shield, but it doesn't hide anything shameful but rather the sweet candy underneath. This marks a switch into embracing herself. Even if she wants to use the things that signify Empress status aka makeup, clothes, to cover her "ugly" soul she undertands that she is beautiful as she is and doesn't actually need these thigns to be an Empress. She has her "wrapper" on her terms do I make sense. It's commentary on how femininity is both a performance but also self expression. That's why the chorus cries out "Step away from your throne" she does not need a throne to be the Empress that she is!! She doesn't need the validation. "Even if it’s a lie, I’ve straightened my back, see?" SHe is more secure in herself by the end of the song and it no longer matters if being an Empress won't be seen as real enough to others, she has pride in herself and that won't change. I get really emotional about this. Insanely underrated. When you hear EMPRESS IN ME do you not feel the power of the EMPRESS IN ME?!?!?!"

UNICORN

"too overlooked in favor of villain!!!!!! though not as explicitly queer in its lyrics still obv about being an Other. fell of the ark - as a unicorn, not a "real" animal, or that it was a male and a female of each animal and you belong as neither. self-assured song. lovely song."

"villain's lesser known younger sibling. let your uniqueness show! dont hide it away!"

"Its a trans song I like as much as villain :D its probably not gonna win but I like it"

[cclassical-share]

Embrace your Inner Goddess with this Lotus Hairpin

Featuring intricate lotus petals, this hair accessory is perfect for adding a touch of elegance to any look. Whether you're dressing up for a special occasion or simply want to add a little something extra to your everyday style, this lotus hairpin is a must-have accessory.

[kaze-writes]

Temporary Fix

Based on this ask from @drinkyoursoupbitch

Summary: Equinox is taking its very first steps as a band founded by uni friends and Jaz and Leon find themselves just the two of them for the very first time, in a venue Jaz would never have dreamed of going. Warning: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, popular band trashing (pls don't come for me, it's for the story)

You caught my attention, you were looking at me first All that I can see's you waking up in my t-shirt If you're not hooked on anything right now, I can be your vice

~ One Direction - Temporary Fix ~

“Take a deep breath, hold it in your lungs. Embrace the fire. Find your balance. Switch.”

Jaz let out the breath she’d been dying to let go in a huff and moved, lowering her head to in between her arms as she stretched her legs. A drop of sweat loosened itself from between her shoulder blades and along her upside-down spine, causing her to shiver. The tickling distracted her, and even though she tried her best to follow the instructions she was given, she lagged behind as the rest of her yoga class moved into a more elaborate position. Having missed the teacher’s explanation, she did her best to mimic what everybody else was doing.

”Rotate your shoulders in and shift your weight. It’s easier that way.”

Blowing against the ponytail, which had fallen into her face, Jaz gave Leon, who was now walking through the rows of mats correcting positions a dubious look.

”I don’t think I can move in any way at all.”

His lips twitching, Leon reached out and lightly pushed against a spot above her shoulder blades. Suddenly, the weight which had started to make her arms shake was gone, and Jaz let out the breath she realised she had definitely been holding. She gave Leon a thankful look but he was already gone, ready to help the next of his students. On the mat next to her, her friend Mel was rolling her eyes, mouthing a silent ‘Bullshit!’ as she caught Jaz looking. They shared a chuckle but Jaz’s thoughts soon wandered back towards Leon.

Ever since she and Mel had started up their new band with him and his sister Mara a couple of months ago, Jaz had made it a point to go (and drag Mel) to the yoga classes Leon was teaching at a small studio near the MMU campus. He was a great teacher and Jaz usually enjoyed his classes immensely but something about Leon seemed off today. She had noticed earlier when they had all met for lunch in the university canteen, and the day before during band rehearsal; there was a strain to him that Jaz had never noticed before, a sudden restlessness beneath his usual calm demeanour that was entirely unlike him. She was curious to know why but so far, there had been no opportunity to find out.

As everyone settled down for the meditation that concluded all of Leon’s classes, Jaz found herself entirely unable to concentrate. She fidgeted in her seat, moving her hands from her thighs to her knees and back again. Her thoughts had strayed to Leon again, and giving up on her chance of inner peace for the day, she opened her eyes again.

He sat in front of the class like he always would but instead of guiding their meditation with his voice he was quiet today. His face was turned towards the big window next to him, where late autumn sunlight was slanting inside, basking him in its glow. His back was perfectly straight, both his feet resting on top of his knees in a lotus seat. His hands were folded in his lap and everything about him was still but it was far from peaceful. Jaz thought that he looked lost in thought, sad somehow, as if he was trying to hold on to something, too scared that it might slip away if moved only the slightest bit. 

When the class was over and everyone but her and Mel had left, she seized her chance.

”What’s up with you today?”

”Hm?” Leon only briefly glanced up from the props he was putting away. “What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine.”

”No, you’re not,” Jaz insisted, trodding after him with her arms full of yoga blocks. “You’re quiet. You barely said a word during meditation.”

“I believe that’s the whole point of it.”

The corners of Leon’s mouth twitched but the smile didn’t reach his eyes and he quickly looked away again. Jaz clicked her tongue.

”This is about Clary, isn’t it?”

Leon’s shoulders stiffened. “What about Clary?”

”Have you given her your present yet? Didn’t she like it?” 

“Didn’t he tell you?” a familiar drawl sounded from the door, where Mara, the fourth member of their group had appeared to pick them up. The sneer on her face was even more distinct than usual. “That bitch broke up with him.”

Jaz gasped, heat creeping up her neck. “Oh God, I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

Leon merely shrugged but a defeated look had crossed his face. “No need. Not like you could know.”

”That’s shit, mate,” Mel said and clapped him on the back. “What’re you doing with those tickets now? Mara said they cost a fortune.”

Again Leon shrugged. “I don’t know. Sell them probably, if I can find a buyer on such short notice.” Half-jokingly he added, “Unless one of you would like to come?”

Both Mara and Mel shook their heads, Mara immediately so. Feeling like she needed to make up for her blunder earlier, Jaz gave them a look and shrugged her shoulders.

”Why not? Who were you going to see, anyway?”

”You’ll find out,” Mara cut Leon off, her grin wider than Jaz had ever seen before. “You’re going to have a blast.” 

***

London’s O2 Arena could fit up to twenty thousand people, and from the looks of it, all of the seats would be filled. Jaz turned her head left and right as she and Leon made their way from North Greenwich Station towards the massive structure on the side of the  River Thames. Her brows knitted together in a frown as she noticed the age of the people - almost exclusively girls - headed in the same direction as them, but her questioning looks in Leon’s direction were being ignored. She had asked him who they were going to watch again and again but he kept shrouding himself in silence. Jaz suspected that Mel had found out but judging by the cackle she had received when Leon had picked her up, Jaz couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that she might regret what she had so blindly agreed on.

”We’re almost there,” she tried for the tenth time, provoking only a strained smile from Leon’s side. “You might as well tell me.”

”As you said,” shrugged Leon, hands buried deeply in his pocket, “we’re almost there. You’re gonna find out in a minute.”

He looked uncomfortable as he said so, and it took Jaz only a couple more minutes and a glimpse at the giant posters surrounding the entrance to the arena to find out why. She stopped dead in her tracks.

”You’re kidding.”

”They’re supposed to be quite good.”

”One Direction?” She shot Leon an accusing look. “I trusted you. I thought your taste was decent.”

”I’ve never taken you for a snob.”

Jaz wrinkled her nose. “I’m not a snob.”

”Sounds suspiciously like it.”

”I just don’t like mass-produced pop music.” 

More than one girl clad in fan memorabilia gave Jaz a dark look as they passed her. Leon, on the other hand, only shrugged.

”Neither do I. The tickets were a gift, remember?”

“Good thing she dumped you. Really dodged a bullet there.” Seeing the smile that had appeared on Leon’s face falter, Jaz cursed herself for speaking before thinking. “Sorry. Too soon?”

“Only a little.”

He sounded defeated, the same tension Jaz had noticed in the yoga studio the other day having crept into his posture again. Sighing, Jaz nudged him with her shoulder and put a smile on her face. 

“Stop the gloom. Come on. Let’s get drunk and see what One Direction has to offer.”

Much to Jaz’s disappointment, it turned out that there was, in fact, nothing to get drunk on. Once inside the vast arena and in their seats, Jaz let her eyes wander over the crowd assembled around them. It consisted almost exclusively of girls much younger than her, and once again she felt a pang of astonished disbelief that she, of all people, had made it to a pop concert. The people around them were buzzing with excitement - some of them squealing for their idols already - and she suddenly longed for the relaxed atmosphere of the small to mid-sized rock shows she usually attended.

Next to her, Leon seemed to think no differently. The conversation normally flowing so effortlessly between them had ceased during their wait before admittance, and the answers Jaz was able to draw from him now were half-hearted at best. She didn’t know whether it was the venue, the act they were about to see, or the fact that she was in the spot his (ex) girlfriend was supposed to sit, but the atmosphere was strained where it had never been before, which wasn’t a feeling Jaz liked one bit.

She tapped Leon on the shoulder.

”We still have some time,” she almost screamed at him as a roar went up over a roadie adjusting something on the stylised stage. “Shall we get a breather?”

Something like relief crossed Leon’s face. “Smoking area is out back.”

”I don’t smoke.”

”Not talking about cigarettes, am I?”

Giggling, Jaz rose from her seat and led the way outside. Once they had found a secluded corner away from most of the hustle and bustle, she stood close to Leon, blocking view of him while he produced a colourful woven pouch out of his pockets, rolling the dried herbs inside into a paper with deft fingers. He lit up and passed the joint to Jaz, who took a long drag, feeling the warmth spread inside her body.

”Do you realise,” Leon said after they had passed the joint back and forth a couple of times, “that this is the first time we’re doing something together, just the two of us?”

Stunned, Jaz tilted her head. “No, it’s not.” 

“Yes, it is.”

”Wow.” She blew smoke into the air, trying not to giggle as it tickled past her lips. “Is that why you’re acting all strange and mood and gloom today?” She laughed when Leon shrugged, nudging his foot with the tip of her trainers. “There’s no need. I’m delightful company.”

”I know.”

”And this is not a date either.”

”I know it’s not.”

”Because that’d be against the rules.”

”Very much so.”

”They’re good rules,” Jaz sighed, passing Leon back the weed. “Focus on the music and don’t get distracted fucking around. Makes sense.”

”Rich is a great manager. He knows what he’s doing.” 

They fell silent again. Jaz sighed.

”Listen, both of us have imagined this evening very differently but we’re here now, and that’s a fact. No use making ourselves have a shit time, is it?”

Tentatively, Leon gave her a strained smile. “I guess not.”

”See? Hang on.” Turning away, Jaz quickly walked over to the tired-looking set of parents standing a little to the side of the smoking area, as suspiciously close to each other as she and Leon. When she returned, she triumphantly held two tiny bottles of clear liquor into Leon’s face. An astounded look crossed his face. His lips twitched.

”You’re incredible.”

”What’s new?” Unscrewing the lid, she toasted to Leon with a wink. “To our non-date.”

Grinning, Leon stubbed out their joint and brought the bottled shot to his lips. “To One Direction.” 

When they returned inside, the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. The show must have been about to start, yet there were still people lined up along the merchandise store as Leon and Jaz passed there. A group of girls was huddled around a poster one of them had just purchased, discussing the boys smiling at them from the print with flushed cheeks. Every now and again, they would cast furtive looks in Leon’s direction, who pretended not to notice. Still feeling the effect of the weed, Jaz bit back a laugh and approached them. Frowning, Leon followed her.

”Are you as excited as I am?” she beamed at the confused girls. “Can’t be much longer now.”

One of them, a tall girl with hearts painted on both her cheeks, eyed her warily. “Do we know you?”

”All Directioners, are we not?” Jaz gave Leon a sideways look and smirked. “My boyfriend here was so excited to see One Direction, you have no idea.”

”What to say,” Leon sighed and put an arm around her shoulder, not missing a beat playing along. “Can’t help getting drawn in when your girlfriend erects a shrine to Harry Styles in your bedroom, can you?”

Looking between themselves, the girls shuffled away, leaving Jaz and Leon behind, giggling to themselves. 

“You take me for a Harry Styles girl?” Jaz raised her eyebrow as they made their way back to their seats. “Really?”

”He’s got nice hair, or so I’ve been told.”

”’Told’, hm?” Jaz laughed. “I’ll think about it if he grows himself a beard.”

Leon said nothing, corners of his mouth twitching as he removed the arm that had kept resting around Jaz’s shoulders. 

The high of the weed soon wore off but once the show had started, Jaz found that, unexpectedly, she didn’t mind. The music was run-of-the-mill pop, just like she had expected, but the energy of the crowd was incredible. She soon bopped along to the beat, and Leon next to her was doing the same. Every now and then, she stole a glance at him when she thought he wouldn’t notice. He, too, was nodding his head in time with the music, and after about half of the setlist, all the tension in his shoulders seemed to have disappeared. He was as relaxed as Jaz had known him to be, a sort of calm to his movements that made him seem peaceful even when the whole arena around him was dancing. It was good to see him like this. It was good to be here with him like this.

Her surprisingly good mood carried Jaz through the rest of the show, and even the tightly packed tube leaving from North Greenwich Station couldn’t shake her. She and Leon stood to the side of the wagon, engaged in a hearty debate about the show. He had his hand hooked into the holds running along the ceiling, while Jaz, being too small to reach them comfortably, resorted to sticking close to Leon.

The night was mellow when they got off the station, a mellow wind ruffling Jaz’s hair as they ascended from underground. It was a good deal to walk to where she and Mel were sharing their flat but Jaz hardly noticed. She and Leon were still talking, about tonight’s show, other shows they had attended, shows they might themselves potentially play should everything work out how Rich had promised them to. 

“You’re never quite still, are you?”

”Huh? What do you mean?” They had stopped at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green. Lost in thought, Jaz had been humming one of the songs that had been stuck in her head ever since leaving the arena, tapping both her foot and fingers to two different rhythms. It was this Leon nodded his head at.

”Whenever there is music, you move. And mostly when there isn’t, you do, too. No denying it,” he laughed when Jaz opened her mouth to protest, “I’ve seen you during my classes. You’re the only one who can't seem to sit still even for a moment.” 

“I can’t help it,” Jaz shrugged. Her cheeks were warm but there was a smile forming on her face. “It’s a drummer thing, I guess.”

”Music is in your blood.” The smile mirrored on Leon’s face grew wider, and a tiny bit lopsided as he pointed between them. “That’s why we work. So you didn’t think tonight was all awful?”

”I don’t know.” Jaz pulled a face. “I can’t bring myself to say anything nice about One Direction, I don’t think.”

”So you’re a snob after all.” Laughing, he stepped sideways when Jaz made to hit him. “Personally, I think they weren’t that bad. Maybe Clary had more taste than I gave her credit for.”

His voice faltered at the last words, the spark in his eyes entirely disappeared again. Suddenly, he looked so crestfallen that it made Jaz angry. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this; no one did, but least of all him.

”She has no taste whatsoever,” she said sharply, holding up a finger when Leon made to defend her. “If she had, she wouldn’t have dumped you like she did.”

”She had every right to.”

”I don’t care. She was dumb to. You’re a great person, Leon - an amazing person, even - and you’re kind and funny and good-looking and an incredible musician and if she for one moment thought otherwise...” Jaz shrugged angrily. “No idea how to help her then.”

It took Leon a moment to answer. He swallowed heavily. “That’s… kind of you to say.”

”Even though I am hurting  because of you.”

Astounded, Leon stopped walking. Jaz did too. They had reached the building where she and Mel lived, and she had already been climbing the first step leading up to the front door, making her and Leon almost level-eyed. There was surprise in them, and a flicker of something else Jaz wasn’t quite sure how to read.

”What makes you say that?”

”It’s true,” she said casually, forcing herself to look away. She didn’t know why she’d said it, to lighten the mood maybe. It was always like this with Leon - he made her speak before she thought. He made her be in the moment, wholly and entirely. It was one of the qualities she liked about him the most. “Every time I come out of your classes I feel worse than after CrossFit. I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing.”

”Peace of body and mind is all the sweeter for having earned it.” His face lay half-hidden in the shadows cast by a nearby street light but something in his eyes had changed. A spark. A challenge? “Where are you hurting?”

”Where not? Mostly here, though.”

She pointed at the top of her shoulders, right where they met her neck. Leon stepped closer, putting his hand on the corresponding spot. Her pain there wasn’t nearly half as bad as she had made it sound but Jaz found that she cared less about this than the slight pressure of Leon’s hand as his thumb brushed over her shoulder, just shy of grazing the edge of her collarbone. Her breath hitched and she was suddenly glad she had brought a jacket. Goosebumps were covering her skin beneath it. 

“I told you your posture was bad,” Leon mumbled, not looking at her face but where his hand was still resting on her body.

Jaz swallowed, her throat suddenly almost too tight to speak. “You did.”

“I could show you how to correct your form sometime.”

“Yeah, some time.”

Without realising, she had moved down one step again, closer to Leon, closer to the heat of his body. Even though she was so close now, his hand remained fixed on her shoulder where it had been. She should just raise her arms and hug him goodbye, get the hell back into her flat and be done with it, but strangely, Jaz found herself both unable and unwilling to do so. She took the last step down again, now almost flush against him, as close as they had been in the tube earlier. She raised her eyes to meet his. He was watching her, attentively. She could almost feel his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt in shallow breaths, longed to place her hand there where it had no business. His lips were parted ever so slightly and she studied their curve, the dip in his cupid’s bow. She had never realised his lips were quite so beautiful. No, that was a lie. She had thought it on the very first evening they’d met. She had just made herself not think about it since. 

They had moved closer still, and Jaz tilted her head as Leon’s eyes dropped to her lips, holding her breath but she didn’t dare move. Neither did he. They just stood there, their chests almost touching, his hand still on her shoulder, eyes locked in a moment that could have been an eternity in itself.

Eventually, Leon blinked twice. He didn’t move back but even so, the spell had been broken. 

“Jaz, I…”

“I know.” She made a conscious effort to step away from him, and the moment disappeared entirely.The spark that had been building between them for the better part of the evening had flickered out, leaving nothing behind but the warmth in her cheeks and the strange feeling in her chest. “This is not a good idea.”

A mixture of relief and regret flickered across Leon’s face, brief but so distinct that Jaz wondered how people could ever think that he was hard to read. 

“Please don’t take this wrongly, but the band looks like it’s going places and messing this up would…”

“Leon, it’s cool.” Jaz smiled at him. “I know. Never change a running system, right?”

“Right.” 

They fell silent, then after another awkward moment hugged each other goodbye and parted ways. Jaz was almost inside her front door when, on a whim, she turned in the doorway and called after him.

”I had a great evening, by the way. Just don’t tell Mel I said so.”

Leon laughed, dipping his head back into his neck as he. The orange light of the street light washed over him, and even from a distance, Jaz thought she could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Still a snob then.”

”I’m willing to learn. Thanks for taking me.”

”Thanks for coming.”

”That’s what friends are for, aren’t they?”

He inclined his head, the lopsided smile from before playing around his lips. “That’s what friends are for.”

And then he was gone, dipping in and out of the light and shadow of the London night, leaving Jaz to watch after him for maybe a moment too long. Shaking herself from her daze, she turned and pulled out her keys. She hoped Mel wasn’t awake anymore.

There were a couple of things she had to think about. 

[hayalienn]

Dear Orchid

"Dear Orchid, In case you are wondering, it's the year 2054. You might be concerned but I really am you."

I blinked twice as I ran my eyes across those words, the handwriting looks similar to mine… except neater, deliberate, mature. Is this really Orchid from the future? Or is this some sort of joke? It's not even April to pull this type of time-travel prank. 

“This is your warning.”

—

The Maze was an important event of every young adult’s life residing in the Six Leaves villages. 

The Old Man Chief was in charge of conducting this memorable day, promising prosperity through a weapon. A symbol to ward off evil, and a potential heir to each village competed in this maze. Every ten years. The weapon is never used for harm, but rather to bring together the six villages. The hero’s village would reap golden crops over the decade, and share the fortune amongst the others. It was an entertaining get away while the older folks sat back, sang generational songs with a feast, and watched their children race against one another in a less serious fashion. This year was mine to shine– I’ve been training for this moment ever since my oldest sister Lotus couldn’t succeed. She lost to Rowan, one of the strongest lads of the Dawn Village. My family or village do not expect a lot from me, but I took this upon myself. I wanted to catch them off guard by emerging victorious. Especially impressing Old Man Chief, the noble blooded grey haired man and a long beard was our protector, our guide. I was determined to walk back home with the weapon of honour. I mapped out the entire maze on the finely stitched skin canvas on the walls. Although the inner paths may vary, the entry and exit point always remained the same. And you could still see the vast piece of land stretched across the horizon. It was a landmark, a midpoint of all the Six Leaves villages. A place of history.

I opened the chest, embraced with the tales my mom shared about the maze heroes of the past, the fabric my sister wore ten years ago, and previously by our ancestors. It was a testament to its importance, a sign of respect to continue participating in the race every decade. It was all in triumph until the letter.

“Don’t pick up the weapon. It is a trap. And before you question anyone else's intentions, realize this is a trap to yourself created by you. You’d think Old Man Chief is not as noble as you thought, and you’d try to accuse him. But in reality, you are not noble. You are a traitor! You misused the weapon to gain power for your village. And you would be exiled from the villages for your consequences. You set this up for yourself! Either you make your way out of this, or suffer like I am right now.” I was astonished as I put down my letter, why would I ever do such a thing? Then I walked over to the canvas. The map of my impending calculated victory. I brushed my fingers across the fine lines of the skin… Rowan would never see the dawn again.

 •────────────⋅ᓚᘏᗢ⋅────────────• This was very rushed but here's my take :')

Part of the Weekly Writing Challenge with @yukastraeza! This week's prompt for me was: A letter from your future self arrives at your door, written 20 years from now. It contains one piece of advice that changes everything you thought you knew about your life. Write about the letter and the decision it forces you to make.