#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 nonchalance. “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?

[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.

[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.

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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 :)

[astrosouldivinity]

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 + 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 🪶

𝚃𝚒𝚙 𝙹𝚊𝚛: 🫙 𝚃𝚢𝚜𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 ♡

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: to help seek clarity in their thoughts and decisions, and release confusion and doubt.

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: 919- symbolizes embracing transformation and trusting the journey.

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑱𝒂𝒓: ⬇️

• Sandalwood Incense (to cleanse)

• Patchouli Incense (to cleanse)

• Basil

• Peppermint

• Black Salt

• Egg Shells

• Rosemary

• DOB/Full Name

• Petition

• Feather

• Lavender

• Blue Lotus

• Dalmatian Jasper

• Amethyst

• Clear Quartz

• Lapis Lazuli

• Celestite

• Citrine

• Fluorite

• Black Tourmaline

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍

• Sandalwood Incense (to cleanse)

• Patchouli Incense (to cleanse)

• Pendulum (to assess energy levels)

• Paper (write blockages)

• Dalmatian Jasper

• Blue Candle

• White Candle

• Florida Water

• Lemon Juice

• Lemongrass

• Patchouli Oil

• Clear Quartz

• Turquoise

• Egg Shells

• Aquamarine

• Shiva Rock

• Black Salt

• Sulfur

• Water

• Glitter

• Twine

• Celestite

• Sodalite

• Obsidian

• Fluorite

• Selenite

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔/𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔:

𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, & 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.🪞

𝑻��𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- There is an energy of fearing the unknown that’s holding them back from taking the next step, which is creating a reluctance to embracing new beginnings.

𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅: They fear change and are struggling to step outside of their comfort zone, which is preventing their overall personal growth and fulfillment.

𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- It's essential that they reassess their sense of financial and personal security, as well as clarify what they truly value.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅- They are struggling with a lack of willpower to take action and are having difficulty trusting the process.

𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔: Two of Swords upright and Eight of Pentacles reversed: so an indecision, avoidance, and procrastination type of energy.

𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑰 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕

• Introspection

• Patience

• Reflection

• Solitude

• Guidance

𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔: 📖

1. They embrace the journey within and trust their inner wisdom to guide them.

2. They take the time to reflect on their thoughts and feelings, leading to deeper understanding.

3. Clarity unfolds naturally as they explore their innermost feelings.

𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔: 🕯️

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 💿

Add the ingredients to your spell jar. For the petition, include the traits of the tarot card that align with your intention, along with the person's name/DOB, then tie it with a black string. Position the jar at the center of a dish and arrange the ritual ingredients around it. Rub lemon juice, Florida water, and patchouli oil on the candles; carve their name on the white candle and carve clarity on the blue one. Write down any blockages on a piece of paper, fold it away from you three times, burn it when you're done, and scatter the ashes over the dish. Finally, visualize your desired outcome while reciting your affirmations.

- Lastly, remember to pray over the spell jar for a week or indefinitely.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 ✨

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[talonabraxas]

Maa Kali - Lotus Seat Talon Abraxas “Om Krim Kalikaye Namaha” The Transformational Energy of Maa Kali

Kali gives us many life-long lessons, but often as a storm, in a short space of time, as it as series of events on a movie-screen – such as life actually merely is! She is Agni (fire) personified as the nila-antarajihva (blue inner-flame) of fire, representing both the element of akasha (ether) in its highest state and also as Ratri Devi (the goddess as night). Her form as Shweta Kali (“white Kali”) is the goddess Ushas (Dawn) of the Vedas as Kundalini-shakti and Nirvana-shakti.

Kali is she who creates storms in our lives – but through such storms, we can see the nourishment and growth that we require spiritually. Only through tough life lessons of karma, and letting our prarabdha flow naturally and allowing Kali, the power of Saturn to unfold it, can we learn to sit back and merely witness it. We cannot force the flow, and we should not try and clutter our lives with more material associations and causes. 

Today we see many so-called social-causes around the world that people become engrossed in for more material rather than spiritual gain. People get ‘married’ to Nationalist ideals and also other temporal fixations. People get caught up easily in the social sphere. 

The best cause however as Kali teaches us, is to go within and contemplate the Self. All of these ’causes’ of the world were there in our past lives and will be there when we gain new bodies. They keep us entangled as people get too caught up emotionally in them. Go beyond emotions and realise the Atman or the Self. Then start your causes with a detached attitude!

This is the true meaning of Maya or Illusory energy – that creation itself is but a reflection of the Self and shall always be temporal and impermanent, as it is changing all the time, as also through the Yugasor world-ages.  

As an example, just days before Guru Poornima in 2013, the day on which the Guru is honoured, here in NZ, we saw our Capital City, the seat of the Govt. rattled by a large quake. Hindu tradition tells us not to disrespect or disregard Gurus, as one of the greater crimes. Western nations do this all the time, as does the world today. It is therefore not surprising to see these occurrences in strong Shani or Saturn periods, who unleashes collective karma also, through his Shakti or power, the Goddess Kali. 

Rather than being sorrowful and pitying ourselves in disasters in our lives and dwelling on them, we need to throw out this largely Semitic-based philosophy and replace it with one of Self-responsibility due to our own karmas, individually and collectively, such as Kali shows with her stern gaze.

We have a culture of taking for granted what we learn from Gurus, Acharyas  or Teachers of all kinds and also elders such as parents. In the West, we throw them in rest homes when they get older, and families squabble over their possible future inheritance.

The best remedy is to start living a more sattvic or pure lifestyle in harmony with Nature, and also helping others to do so also, as we can do in Yoga and in sciences such as Ayurveda, the spiritual medical system of India, which teaches us to how to live in harmony with nature and the seasons, climates, transition of ages and so on. It teaches us how to embrace Kali’s Shakti or energy, rather than go on a material rampage to fight against it – as we cannot win!

We need to live with The Mother Divine, not against her, or she, as a good Mother does, will always chastise us! 

Humans need to learn to let go of their egos that they are the only beings on this planet and start to respect fellow-beings, as also Mother Nature herself.  Kali teaches us that if we are Raktabija, the demon of desire, then we shall simply generate more and more desires that further karmically entangle us. Her ways are often sudden and extreme live the downward path of a rollercoaster at Disneyworld, however she, as a faithful mothers, removes those desires from us once and for all through cold, hard truths and confrontation with our own past.

Kali is most merciful, but also the great teacher who bursts our egos if we get too engrossed in the Aham-kara (I-ness) as opposed to the true Aham (I-AM), that of the Self or Atman! The lesson here is to go within!

[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.

[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.

[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?"

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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"

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 3/20

Finished

Teen:

Interlude II, by EmpressOwl (8th in a series)

Interlude II:

The Lan family's reaction to the wedding.

AKA

LQR soul ascending to heaven.

Welcome to my Parent's House, by nerdzeword (🔒, 9th in a series)

It was Zizhen's idea. Most bad ideas in their group were sourced by Jingyi, but this time, this time Zizhen was the culprit. It was an innocuous enough suggestion, made before they had even gone out for the night.

Sizhui should have known.

Su She's Guide to Lan Wangji's Secrets, by Fereael (8th in a series)

Lan Wangji...

Just the thought of him has Su She gritting his teeth in fury. Lan Wangji, always perfect, always playing hero, always looking down on everyone. He's the reason the entire sect hates Su She now, he's sure of it. The way Lan Wangji has looked at him ever since the Xuanwu cave thing, as though Su She is dirt beneath his boot... Su She won't stand for it anymore! He won't!! Lan Wangji isn't actually perfect he can't be. He has to be have an embracing secret or have broken sect rules at some point or something!! Su She is going to find out what it is and then he's going to tell the entire army and no one will look at "Hanguang-Jun" the same way ever again. Su She will make sure of that!!

OR Su She is sure that Lan Wangji must have some sort of secret that will ruin his too perfect reputation and will stop at nothing to find out what it is.

Jin Zixun's Guide to Being Brilliant, by Fereael (9th in a series)

"Hanguang-Jun, where are you off to?" Jin Zixun calls out to him.

Lan Wangji barely glances in his direction. "Patrol."

"There's no need for that." Jin Zixun can't help the satisfied smile that curves the corners of his lips.

"Wei Ying is late."

It's true. Wei Wuxian should have been back from patrol at least half an hour ago. Jin Zixun can't help laughing a little. "Exactly."

Lan Wangji stops abruptly and turns to look at him, eyes narrowing. "Explain."

OR Jin Zixun decides to confide his plans to deal with Wei Wuxian to fellow Wei Wuxian hater Lan Wangji

Lan Qiren's Guide to (Not) Having a Qi Deviation, by Fereael (10th in a series)

Lan Wangji /is/ in the courtyard after all. He’s leaning, head back, against a tree body still mostly concealed by shrubbery. That isn’t what Lan Qiren takes issue with, no what Lan Qiren takes issue with is that what he can see is of Lan Wangji’s body is in a scandalous state of undress. His outer robes are gone and his inner robe is open, baring the skin of his chest, and far more scandalous than any state of undress, his forehead ribbon is missing. Missing! For a moment they just stare at each other, Lan Qiren’s eyes narrowed, Lan Wangji’s a little wider than usual, then Lan Wangji inclines his head. “Shifu.” Lan Qiren notices that his voice sounds more strained than usual.

“Oh fuck!” The voice comes from somewhere in the shrubbery surrounding Lan Wangji and a moment later, to Lan Qiren’s utter horror, none other than Wei Wuxian pops up out of the bushes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

OR Lan Qiren goes looking for his nephew and ends up learning several things he definitely did NOT want to know

Wen Qing's Guide to Surviving A War, by Fereael (last in a series)

Wen Qing turns away and stalks into the trees. Just out of sight from the clearing she finds him, dressed in flowing robes of black and red, blood splattered across his cheek and the hell flute at his side. The Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian. He doesn’t look much like the desperate boy she met after the fall of Lotus Pier anymore and yet that same desperation is back in his eyes.

“Wen Qing, I need your help.”

Wen Qing crosses her arms. “You do get that we’re on opposite sides of a war, right?”

“I know I know and I know we said no debts between us and you’ve already done enough for me. I wouldn’t ask but… Just please, come with me?”

OR Wei Wuxian needs help from someone who knows his secret

The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son), by meyari

There was never a time when Wei Wuxian wasn’t aware of it. The way people looked at him, even as a child, made it obvious. But there was a time when he didn’t realize just how much power the face he’d inherited from his father gave him. Once he knew, though, oh. Oh, things changed after that.

Don’t We All Fall - extra 1, by Adey (2nd in a series)

After Lan Qiren’s meddling, Jiang Cheng finds out about Wei Wuxian’s missing core and demands to know when and how that happened.

Don’t We All Fall - extra 2, by Adey (3rd in a series)

After asking Lan Qiren for permission to marry his nephew, Wei Wuxian has to ask Lan Wangji himself.

If you liked it then you should have put a (sect robe) on it, by KizuKatana (🔒, 6 chapters)

Madam Yu decides that the best way to reinstate the severed engagement between her daughter and her best friend’s son would be to publicly punish and humiliate Wei Wuxian in front of the other sects, particularly the Jin. Since he was the one who caused it to be broken, it was the least Wei Wuxian deserved, to remind him of his place. And if it also got back at her husband for allowing the engagement to be broken in the first place, she viewed that as an excellent side benefit.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t considered that other sects might actually snap up the talented disciple that she had planned to only temporarily toss aside. The consequences of that mistake are much farther-reaching than she could have ever imagined.

Canon divergent after Wei Wuxian gets sent home from the Cloud Recesses lectures after punching Jin Zixuan. Novel canon universe and characterizations.

Practical Mythology, by metisket

The Yiling Patriarch is a living legend—a terrifying, ancient force of nature, dispensing punishment or reward with implacable, indifferent fairness.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is a weird but oddly charming guy who wanders around the cultivation world making fun of people's art and mooching food from sect leaders.

It really upsets people to find out that they're the same person.

General:

Reflections on the Life and Reign of Emperor Chifeng: A Historical Review, by stiltonbasket (9th in a series)

A review of common discussion topics concerning the Chifeng era by historian Shen Yuan, following the 2020 publication of Chifeng and the Nobility.

Excerpt:

Q. Monogamy wasn’t the norm for the time, but Empress Zhangxing is repeatedly referred to as Emperor Chifeng’s “only beloved” in records that mention their marriage, even after the arrival of his first consort, Qin Su. Was Emperor Chifeng actually devoted to the Empress? And if so, why did he marry Qin Su and later Jiang Yanli?

A. Most historians believe that Emperor Chifeng was devoted to Empress Zhangxing (born Lan Xichen in ____), and we’ll explain why.

we were born to try (to see each other through), by thunderwear (7th in a series)

Lan Jingyi had no idea where the baby had come from, and, frankly, he was afraid to ask.

An outside view.

Lan Xichen's Promise, by GhoulSanderson (2 chapters)

Wei Ying places his hand on one of Lan Xichen's. It's tacky with grime, and it flinches away from his touch before leaning into it. "Wuxian," he says again, "Wuxian-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He lets Wei Ying go and bows his head to the floor, chanting apologies. Jiang Cheng takes the opportunity to yank Wei Ying back to him, and he shoves his brother behind himself and his sister. When they turn back to Lan Xichen, he's in a ball on the floor, his breathing slowing and his eyes drooping. Lan Qiren surges forward, as does Lan Wangji, but the man faints on the floor, his hand reaching out for Wei Wuxian.

"Xichen!" Lan Qiren yells, and it shakes the other version from his stupor. The Sect Leader stares at his other part, in shambles on the floor, and then meets Wei Ying's eyes.

They're thinking the same thing: what happened? Lan Xichen eyes the dirty hand prints left from his other self's tight hold and thinks, what did I do?

--

In which a Lan Xichen from the future drops into Cloud Recess during the lectures, burdened by inexplicable remorse towards Wei Wuxian.

All This Running Around, Trying To Cover My Shadow, by GhoulSanderson

Wei Ying cries out as he’s thrown to the ground like a ragdoll. His head smacks on the rocks, and static colour swarms his blurry, darkening vision. He arches for the breath that was punched out of him, but a weighty claw settles on his chest, slamming him back down, and he heaves short gasps as he’s crushed, trying and failing to push the beast off. It’s like striking a wall.

And then, pain. Pain, nothing like it.

Teeth sink into his arm, and he screams as he feels his tattered bones, shattered, unhealed from the fall , grind together like gravel.

---

But how was that possible? The Mor’du goes after non-cultivators and the weak. Arguably, Jiang Yanli was the weakest of the crowd. It should have gone for her; instead, it attacked Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian, who is supposed to be the strongest cultivator on the mountain.

Or: A big mean monster attacks Wei Ying, and secrets emerge.

The Blacksmith of Yiling, by Aki_no_hikari (🔒, 6 chapters)

Wei Ying escapes his first winter in the streets by following the light and warmth of a forge. There he finds refuge, for himself, and others as well.

Unfinished

Teen:

The Nautilus and the Shell, by stiltonbasket

On the night of Nie Mingjue’s twenty-ninth birthday, he crosses his arms with Lan Xichen’s and downs a cup of sweet ceremonial wine before carrying his new husband into their bridal bed.

And that—though Nie Mingjue never dreamed that such a thing might happen—is when the rest of their marriage night goes suddenly, disastrously wrong.

Or, the one where Lan Xichen learns the difference between inclination and virtue, and Nie Mingjue and his life's beloved are more alike than they know.

See Me As I Am, by Adey

After stumbling upon an old, defiled temple in the depths of the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian is saddled with a curse that will only be lifted once he completes two impossible tasks.

Or, an old deity gets angry and makes wwx’s life just a tad more difficult.

General:

An Unforeseen Shift, by Remma3760

Wei Wuxian found a resentful sword deep in the bowels of a famed beast. He took it. That turned out to be fortunate since, it would seem, the sword had more than one purpose. That sword was the key to their escape from certain death trapped in the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter.

A Fork in the Road, by Bodldops

With a small change, Wei Wuxian has a chance to reconsider his stance. That change leads to others. The most important words you can say, after all, are thank you, and I am sorry.

It is better to say them earlier, than later through tears.

Yet another plot bunny yoinked from the plot bunny yard sale of batbusiness_schooldropout. Keep'm coming, I can do this all day. :D

[erpsolutionsforyou]

Maa Shailputri: The Divine Goddess of Strength, Wisdom & New Beginnings

Hindu mythology celebrates Maa Shailputri as the first form of Goddess Durga, honored on the initial day of Navratri. She embodies strength, purity, and unwavering determination, offering her devotees guidance toward stability and spiritual enlightenment. But who is Shailputri Mata, and why does she hold such an important place in Hinduism? Let’s explore the divine presence of Shailputri Maa and how her blessings can bring prosperity and peace into our lives.

The Significance of Shailputri Maa

The name Shailputri translates to "Daughter of the Mountains," as she was born as the daughter of King Himalaya. In her previous life, she was Goddess Sati, who sacrificed herself in the yajna fire. Reincarnated as Mata Shailputri, she represents fresh beginnings, resilience, and unwavering devotion.

Portrayed riding a sacred bull while holding a trident and a lotus, Shailputri Maa is connected to the earth element, bringing her followers stability, protection, and spiritual strength.

To learn more about her significance and divine powers, visit this detailed guide.

Why is Worshipping Mata Shailputri Important?

Devotees worship Mata Shailputri to receive her divine protection, strength, and wisdom. She governs the Muladhara Chakra (Root Chakra), which is responsible for grounding and emotional balance in one’s life.

Major Benefits of Worshipping Shailputri Maa:

Removes Life’s Obstacles: Helps clear negativity and challenges.

Ensures Emotional Stability: Brings peace and mental clarity.

Aids in Spiritual Development: Supports meditation and inner discipline.

Promotes Good Health: Strengthens immunity and overall well-being.

Enhances Confidence & Determination: Provides courage to overcome struggles.

By offering sincere prayers and chanting mantras dedicated to Maa Shailputri, devotees can invite prosperity and divine guidance into their lives.

How to Perform Puja for Shailputri Mata?

Performing a sacred puja for Shailputri Mata with true devotion is believed to bring immense blessings. Here’s how you can conduct the rituals:

Auspicious Day: She is worshipped on the first day of Navratri.

Offerings: White flowers, cow’s milk, and pure ghee are considered sacred for her worship.

Mantra for Divine Blessings: Recite "ॐ देवी शैलपुत्र्यै नमः" (Om Devi Shailputryai Namah) for protection and peace.

Observing Fast: Devotees keep a fast to purify the mind and seek divine grace.

By following these rituals with faith, one can experience the divine presence of Shailputri Mata and receive her celestial blessings.

Astrological Influence of Shailputri Mata

Astrologically, Mata Shailputri is linked to the Moon, which governs emotions, mental clarity, and intuition. Those experiencing emotional distress, anxiety, or confusion can seek her divine guidance to restore inner peace and balance.

To understand her impact on astrology and remedies for aligning with her energy, visit AstrologyStarts for deeper insights.

Final Thoughts: Why Should You Worship Shailputri Maa?

Worshipping Shailputri Mata is not just a spiritual practice—it’s a way to embrace her strength, wisdom, and divine protection in our lives. Whether you seek stability, success, or spiritual growth, her grace can guide you toward the right path.

To explore more about Maa Shailputri and her divine blessings, check out this detailed guide. May her blessings bring peace, prosperity, and positivity into your life!