#I know my worth. I know my value. I know my heart. and I know how I look

[violetasteracademic]

Generative AI Can Fuck Itself

I am one of the AO3 authors (along with all of my friends) who had their work stolen and fed into a dataset to be sold to the highest bidder for training generative AI models.

I feel angry. I feel violated. I feel devastated. I cannot express enough that if you still do not understand the damage that generative AI art and writing has on our planet, our society, and our artists, I don't know what else there is to say. How do you convince a human being to care more about another humankinds ability to create than their personal need to consume?

Generative AI, when it comes to art, has one goal and one goal only. To steal from artists and reduce the dollar value of their work to zero. To create databases of stolen work that can produce work faster and cheaper than the centuries of human creation those databases are built on. If that isn't enough for you to put away Chatgpt, Midgard, ect ect (which, dear god, please let that be enough), please consider taking time to review MIT's research on the environmental impacts of AI here. The UNEP is also gathering data and has predicted that AI infrastructure may soon outpace the water consumption of entire countries like Denmark.

This is all in the name of degrading, devaluing, and erasing artists in a society that perpetually tries to convince us that our work is worth nothing, and that making a living off of our contributions to the world is some unattainable privilege over an inalienable right.

The theft of the work of fic writers is exceptionally insidious because we have no rights. We enter into a contract while writing fic- We do not own the rights to the work. Making money, asking for money, or exchanging any kind of commercial trade with our written fanfiction is highly illegal, completely immoral, and puts the ability to even write and share fanfiction at risk. And still, we write for the community. We pour our hearts out, give up thousands of hours, and passionately dedicate time that we know we will never and can never be paid for, all for the community, the pursuit of storytelling, and human connection.

We now live in a world where the artist creating their work are aware it is illegal for it to be sold, and contribute anyway, only for bots to come in and scrape it so it can be sold to teach AI databases how to reproduce our work.

At this time, I have locked my fics to allow them only to be read by registered users. It's not a perfect solution, but it appears to be the only thing I can do to make even a feeble attempt at protecting my work. I am devastated to do this, as I know many of my readers are guests. But right now it is between that or removing my work and not continuing to post at all. If you don't have an account, you can easily request one here. Please support the writers making these difficult decisions at this time. Many of us are coping with an extreme violation, while wanting to do everything we can to prevent the theft of our work in the future and make life harder for the robots, even if only a little.

Please support human work. Please don't give up on the fight for an artists right to exist and make a living. Please try to fight against the matrix of consumerism and bring humanity, empathy, and the time required to create back into the arts.

To anyone else who had their work stolen, I am so sorry and sending you lots of love. Please show your favorite AO3 authors a little extra support today.

[for-the-love-of-this]

An analysis of how the main theme of the amazing digital circus ties itself to the characters.

Heads up! This is mostly what I gathered from episode 4. Therefore, I only put my focus on Gangle and Ragatha (and Kinger for a general startup). Hold your horses for Jax's respective episode unless you guys can integrate him into this analysis at this current time. I personally believe we don't have that much information on everyone, but I worked with what we got.

First of all, the show is about understanding your identity.

As in knowing who you are, and valuing your self-worth.

This would explain why abstraction is confirmed to be a LOSS of individuality.

Here's a quickie on Zooble's case because it's already been spelled out for us in episode 3 that they don't feel right in their body. It's a literal identity crisis that hopefully will get resolved, even if it's gonna be a long road ahead.

Now, for an opposite to this scenario. Kinger is labeled as crazy. But that's further from the truth. Because he had his wife, and she helped him stay sane.

She's gone now, yes. The deal unfortunately came with her sacrifice, but she's the reason he learned to love insects. It's a quirk that had built his former character, and it's that connection to his wife that keeps him alive when consumed in darkness. So, in a way, he is already abstracted. Yet ironically, he's the one that has the most clarity. It's the light that drives him "crazy," but his individuality is still intact in the shadows, and he'll likely remain that way.

That talk he had with Pomni may have been a reflection of what his current state is, so if you put those words into perspective–

HE has a memory to hold on to. (Not a happy one, but one that he says he has control over)

HE is strong, and will get through it.

To put it simply, he has control over his inner self. This is why I find it hilarious that Jax said Kinger (and Gangle) is the most mentally stable character. He likely didn't mean to be, but he was right.

And now that I mentioned Gangle, her true self (as we see when she embraces the mask underneath the happy one near the end of episode 4) is the tragedy side. And that's the face she adorns for most episodes. Jax (and an NPC) unintentionally helps her true self come out, but because he breaks the comedy mask, it's by force and not her own will. She still doesn't have full control over herself, and this is further emphasized when Pomni was the one that needed to ground her back to earth–er the circus.

The tragedy mask being her true self is also why the comedy mask was doomed to fail from the start. Gangle has put up a literal mask to handle the struggles of "Spudsy's." We didn't get the chance to witness how stressful the "job" was, but it's likely because it wasn't the adventure itself that brought her to crumble. It was more from keeping up a fake identity, hence why she almost abstracted. Near the end, she has control over true joy for a moment, and basks in it before that confidence gets run over.

I'm getting ahead of myself here... but what if the truck, a gas-powered vehicle with blaring headlights, is symbolism for gaslighting? Gangle might have had many occasions where her joy/dreams (e.g. becoming a comic artist) were shattered. This is reflected onto her avatar, but the fragility of this character she is broken down to wear doesn't have to define her as a person.

Let's compare her with Ragatha, who is under the stupid sauce for most of the episode. This, in my opinion, is refreshing for her mental state. She's leisurely letting her guard down and being allowed her true feelings to spill out. I'm not saying it's a pretty picture to be cold-hearted, but it's the real her. Besides, she can still hold a conversation and shows interest in an NPC's backstory, so she's still nice deep within; and curious to boot.

However, if she had been switched with Gangle's situation (as in Gangle had a dose of that truth serum instead of her), Ragatha's irritation with Gangle's happiness would've not just increased tenfold, but it would fester up mentally and she would avoid at all costs to make it known.

If you think about it, everyone had a chance to abstract this episode, EXCEPT for Ragatha. The stupid sauce was an active ingredient to increasing sanity (in a manner of speaking). Everyone else is miserable for the most part, but they were able to manage with their own guide in the end.

Ragatha needed the extra dose. Because without it, she could lose her sense of self... and she still could when that relaxant wears off. Or worse, she'll get addicted to being "blacked out," and it then won't be any different from being engulfed in darkness/abstraction; losing her self-control completely.

As Gooseworx said, no character's personality is simply black and white.

But I wonder, why do they stand on black and white checkered flooring in the main room of the circus? There's also the cover image that Netflix decided to have for the show.

It's just another way of hinting that the circus is testing their individuality.

Don't you think it's ironic to use checkered flooring when a chess piece has the most stability to navigate the circus grounds? (Specifically in the dark)

And if you look closely, everyone is standing on a white tile, except for Jax and Ragatha. Jax is LITERALLY standing on black and white (likely because he's a gray character), while Ragatha is standing on a black tile. Basically, on the dark side. Make with that information what you will.

I know this is already super long but instead of a part two, I'm adding these last few notes here, because I let these notes sit for two nights before posting them and now I feel like there is something to say about Pomni's role in this take (even though I've already made a post about her name's possible significance as the main character).

She already said what she doesn't want others to feel in the circus; to feel like nothing. As the newest human trapped in the circus, there's really not that much of her identity to be lost quite yet. Of course, she forgot her real name, but she is labeled with a new one that means "remember/don't forget."

I'm sure everyone that arrived there was in denial of their predicament, but with time, they likely forgot how they used to act around others in the real world. Their memory loss of their names would tie with the loss of their identities.

Now they mold themselves to compliment their new names and bodies. But it's not their true selves. And there's a chance that Pomni is there to remind them of their origins–to remind them of their individuality.

And okay, I'll add Jax after all, but briefly.

Now that I considered Pomni, it reminded me that his actions have shown what HE doesn't want others to feel; to feel in control.

Being in control means (in this hypothetical theme) recognizing your identity. It's a polar opposite desire from Pomni's.

What he wants: "Funny" things happening to people. Blood. Death. Chaos. Guns.

It's a miracle that Caine has been gracious with the characters, especially him.

But... that's all I really got. I'm not sure how to elaborate on his problem with identity really, which is why I gave that warning at the start.

Feel free to add your opinions or your elaborations! This analysis got longer and longer before I knew it, so I hope this reaches enough people.

[dark-corner-cunning]

🌑 New Moon in Taurus – Grounding, Growing, and Building What Lasts 🌑

New Moon Blessings!

This New Moon in Taurus brings a welcome shift into steadiness. Taurus is the sign of the builder, the gardener, the one who knows that good things take time. This moon invites us to slow down, reconnect with our values, and start planting the seeds—literally and metaphorically—for what we want to grow over time.

This moon falls at 7° Taurus, and it’s sitting close to the North Node, pointing us toward long-term growth and a deeper sense of purpose. There’s also a supportive connection to Saturn in Pisces, helping us give structure to dreams and spiritual goals. If you’ve been hoping to ground your ideas into reality or bring more stability to your life, this is the moon to begin.

🪵 Taurus New Moon Themes:

Long-term intentions and goals

Financial stability and slow, sustainable growth

Body care, home care, and self-worth

Connecting with nature and the land

Building routines that actually feel good

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🌿 Folk Magic & Appalachian Wisdom

In traditional folk practices—especially those passed down in the Appalachian region—the dark moon in an Earth sign like Taurus is considered a strong time for planting, blessing, and working toward prosperity. This isn’t about quick fixes; it’s about setting intentions that you’re willing to tend and care for, like a garden.

Ways you can work with this moon:

Plant something in the earth with a spoken intention.

Make or refresh charms for steady income and resource flow.

Work with oils or candle spells focused on abundance or security.

Whisper your goals into a jar of dirt from your home and bury it beneath a favorite tree or near your front steps.

Here’s a simple folk charm you can try:

Steady Hand, Full Pocket Charm Gather:

A small square of green fabric

A coin rubbed with money drawing oil (optional)

A pinch of dried basil or bay leaf

A string or thread

A taglock from you

A petition (optional)

Wrap the herbs and coin in the cloth and tie it shut with the string. As you tie it, say:

“Steady hand and steady heart, Let blessings grow and never part. By leaf and coin, by root and thread, Bring me fortune, daily bread.”

Keep it in your pocket, purse, or on your altar until the Full Moon in Taurus later this year.

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🌱 Reflection Questions for the Taurus New Moon:

What am I ready to build or invest in long-term?

Where do I need more grounding in my life?

How do I define security—and what steps can I take to create it?

What routines or rituals help me feel stable and supported?

This moon is about choosing what’s real, what’s worthy, and what’s worth the effort. It’s a beautiful time to begin a new chapter in your relationship with money, your body, your home, or your purpose.

May this moon bless the roots you plant and bring you the steadiness you seek.

[stygiansauce]

Some of the above is SO RIGHT. So in this response, please remember OP ( @cruxofitall )has banger analysis. I am kicking my feet, I love when you guys put on your thinking hats.

Tango still has a life after Jimmy. He does focus on how much he (and his family) sacrificed for him to go to school and use his big brain, and because of that he knows his purpose.

The thing here, is that Tango would willingly give up his friendships if it means Jimmy gets to keep them. He would continue with his life and keep his one friend (Zed) (and lets be honest, TIES are not letting Tango go. even Tango's worst case senario is impossible. His friends have big enough hearts to love both Tango and Jimmy), and his degree and keep going. He would survive after Jimmy.

Tango is used to making sacrifices. That's his thing. He gives up parts of himself so he can succeed. He doesn't play about his education. Even if he and Jimmy break up, he has his education. That's the only constant because it's one he built himself.

Also on this: Tango has shown in just these four chapters that Jimmy is different for him. Jimmy is something worth sacrificing for.

Tango's views about love stem from his parents. His parents and their perfect love story. His parents that value love just as much as other things in life.

There is a very high chance that Tango would throw everything away for Jimmy. The question, is if Jimmy would let him.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TEK TALK!!! BACK TO THE ESSAY GRIND (9 more if I don't care so hard about my grade ahahaha!)

[transfemme-shelterdog]

a friend ive known for four years and who is also transmasc like me started drinking the anti-transandrophobia koolaid and ill be honest i dont want to confront them because i love them but i also fear if i let our friendship fester my heart will become the nazi bar (i.e. “let a nazi into a bar it becomes a nazi bar”) do you have any tips? sorry i know you seem to get a lot of these i just. i really value my friendship with them but i dont have the energy or bandwidth to be able to have a proper convo with them. we’re (me and them) are moots so when i see their transandrophobic rbs they probably see the occasional talking-about-transandrophobia rbs. they do at least seem aware that ‘truthers’ is a dogwhistle and dont use that term but it just concerns me that they believe it’s all transmisogyny at its core

Honestly, it's best to just have a conversation with them about it. I know you said that you're lacking the energy and bandwidth to deal with it, and that's valid. It may be worth getting a third party involved, who is impartial, who can act as a mediator and moderator of said discussion, and help take off some cognitive load from you, while ensuring that the conversation stays on track.

It's best that you at least let them know how you feel about their views, lest it will eat at you over time.

[strawberribat]

˗ˏˋyou are worth moreˊˎ˗

┊ summary: When MC and Zayne’s kisses get a ┊ bit heated, MC panics and has a breakdown ┊ before explaining that she is asexual. Zayne, ┊ obviously, does everything he can to comfort ┊ her.

┊ content: reader x Zayne no use of y/n, she/her ┊ pronouns, fluff, explicit, mentions of sex, ┊ comfort, crying, panic attack, reassurance, fear ┊ relating to sex, fear of non-con (NO NON- ┊ CON), no smut either! ⋆˚ 

┊ rating: 18+ / mdni / no smut ⋆˚ 

┊ word count: 1.7k ⋆˚ 

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To give background this is going to be talking about an MC who has dealt with men only finding value in her body and never feeling loved without having to provide sex. I did this as pure self indulgence to comfort me lol.

No Zayne is a sweetheart and would never hurt us.

I would also like to mention that I sort of made Zayne aware of his past lives… I know that’s not canon but I do not care

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“You’re perfect,” he whispers before going back in for more, his lips finding hers easily before grabbing onto her waist to draw her into his lap.

The two have been dating for about 3 months, nothing has ever gone past kissing and neither of them cared. It wasn’t like Zayne wasn’t already used to it and she was asexual so she definitely didn’t care… Only as Zayne’s hands wandered further towards her ass she realized that she never actually told him she was asexual.

She momentarily paused the kissing, and Zayne leaned back, a small grin on his partly shut eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked, his thumbs rubbing soft circles just above her ass. Without thinking she nodded which gave Zayne the permission he needed to lean back in giving her a peck on the lips before trailing down to her neck.

The feeling was nice, something she had always enjoyed and yet she could feel herself tensing when his hands fully grasped her butt. A sharp inhale came with her gripping his shoulders a bit more rough. She didn’t want to shake. Please don’t shake. Please don’t shake.

She must have been doing a good job at hiding her slight panic and uncomfortable posture because Zayne kept going, his teeth nipping at a more sensitive spot of her neck that pulled a gasp from her lips. He chuckled softly before licking that spot.

A mantra was repeated in her head. “Do it for him. Do it for him. You’ll be fine.”

She was repeating it so much she barely processed that she was starting to panic. Zayne noticed though, stopping his kissing when he felt something wet land on his cheek. He pulled away, his brows knitting with concern before his eyes were shot wide and he pulled his hands from her ass to cup her cheeks.

“Sweetheart… my love, open your eyes. What’s wrong?” He pleaded, his ever calm and even tone breaking slightly at the sight of her tears.

She didn’t open them though, not grasping that she was crying. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Keep going,” her words were sure but her tone gave away her real thoughts. Her body along with her voice was shaking now. She was on autopilot, ready to do whatever she needed to do. She couldn’t lose Zayne. She knew this would happen but she thought she may have more time, but she just had to deal with it. She couldn’t handle the thought of him leaving her.

“You need to open your eyes,” Zayne said, leaving no room for any argument. Hesitantly she opened her eyes, finally realizing that she was crying after having to blink away tears to see Zayne properly. She looked shocked before reaching up to brush away the tears with a shaking hand. “Gods- I’m so sorry. I don’t… I don’t know why I’m crying,” she said, trying to laugh despite her racing heart.

“My love, you know you can’t lie to me. What happened? Did I do something?” He questioned, pure concern in his voice. His hands still cupped her cheeks, brushing his thumbs over the fresh tears that ran down.

“No you-“ she paused. What was she doing? This was Zayne. Zayne for the love of the gods. He wouldn’t leave her over sex. Right?

Zayne waited patiently as she organized her thoughts, letting her feel for as long as she needed. However he went into slight panic mode when she just broke down into sobs. Carefully he pulled her close by the back of her head, resting her head on his shoulder so she was looking away from him. Zayne had only seen her have one panic attack throughout their fairly short relationship but luckily he was a doctor and had gone to a few lectures about mental health to better help his patients.

Using his evol, Zayne made his hands colder to press against her body, evening out her temperature so she didn’t overheat. She relaxed slightly at this, her cries momentarily halting to let out a small pleased sigh. He cooed to her while gently stroking her hair, praying that his efforts would be successful.

It took a few minutes for her to be aware enough to focus on her breathing, lead by Zayne as he exaggerated each of his breaths for her to follow. Pressed against his chest she took a deep breath in when he did, sinking further into him when he let the breath go. It was a few more minutes until she was calm enough to speak.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing she said and Zayne shook his head immediately. “There is no reason to be sorry, my love. Let’s keep breathing. We can talk about it when you are more calm,” he said, clearly not happy yet with her racing heart.

“No I’m… Zayne I-“ she said while pushing away from his shoulder, her hands resting on his chest. They started shaking again and Zayne took this as his cue to grab ahold of them. He waited again, letting her find her words on her own time.

“I’m asexual,” she blurted, her eyes never meeting his as she admitted it. It felt like a sin, to say it outloud as she was still perched in his lap. Zayne didn’t say anything and she immediately started panicking again at his lack of response. She tried to remove herself from his lap but he held her hands close.

“None of that. Please look at me,” he said or rather commanded. She felt helpless to it, sure that he was going to tell her that they weren’t going to work if she couldn’t provide her body. However when she looked up, her bloodshot eyes saw his concern rather than distaste. “I need you to promise me, for now, that you are going to tell me exactly what you want me to do, how you want me to do it. If you want to move, I need to hear it. No nodding, no humming, clear words. Can you do that for me?” He asked. His demands weren’t truly demands, they sounded more like pleas. A sense of calm washed over her as she realized she was being irrational.

“I can,” she answered, wanting to make this situation as easy as possible.

“Perfect. Now, if you need to move away and for me to let go, tell me.” He looked so sure and his hands were holding her own with such care and warmth that she almost wanted to cry again thinking of leaving his lap.

“No. Please, I want to stay.” Zayne nodded to her words, not moving a muscle.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? And before you ask that, please be honest, I will not be mad.” He squeezed her hands gently, trying to reassure her.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, “yes.”

“Did you think I wanted to have sex?”

“Yes…”

“And you are not comfortable with having sex?”

“Well I’m… I don’t… it’s complicated,” she admitted, feeling her voice tremble again.

“My love please don’t cry. It’s okay, you are safe. I would never do anything without your permission. You’re in control of this situation right now.” He moved her hands up to his lips, giving her knuckles a soft kiss like he always did. She smiled weakly at it, feeling her heart soar.

“I just… I’ve had bad experiences- I don’t. I don’t want to lose you because I don’t want sex.”

Zayne’s eyes looked hurt. Guilt and worry covering his features. “Sweetheart, I would never leave just because of sex. That’s… I’m not like that. I don’t need sex to be happy,” he assured, praying his words would be enough. Although he could tell this insecurity and fear was ingrained deep within her, he would have to prove his words with actions.

She didn’t say anything to his confession, not knowing what to say. She wanted to believe him. She did believe him but her fragile emotions weren’t letting her vocalize it.

“I know you may not believe me, but I will never ask that of you if it is not what you want. I will still be by your side for as long as you will have me, with or without sex. I do not need sex to know that I love you,” Zayne admitted, pouring his heart out. It was true… he would love her no matter where or when or what. He has loved her in each lifetime, even when she wasn’t there. He would bend over backwards to ensure she knew he loved her.

“Wait you- You love me?” She asked, her voice now trembling for an entirely different reason. Her red face from crying only got redder at his admission.

Zayne looked a bit shocked. He hadn’t meant to say it yet. It had only been three months. “Well I… shit. I apologize if that was too sudden. I do mean it, I love you but I also understand how abrupt that was-“ Zayne was going to continue to ramble apologies but she put a finger over his lips.

“I love you too,” she confessed, a small smile on her lips as she said it. Zayne’s cold heart warmed in an instant. To hear her say it… it never will get old.

“Gods, I’m so lucky.” He picked up her hand again, kissing it. “If you never want sex, we will never have sex. If you think you might want to change your mind as you said it was complicated, then we can come back to this conversation and go from there. But you never have to worry about losing me over something so trivial. Your presence… the mere thought of you is worth more than the moments of pleasure during sex. You are worth more.”

New tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at him, feeling her lips curl into a smile once again.

From then on there was no question on if Zayne would leave her because of sex. He proved to her again and again that he would love her no matter what. After all, loving her was the easiest thing he could do.

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[enrapture]

[castingpods]

so i got the am archive notebooks in the mail today

and what i have to say is just

FUCK

[hunter-burton]

I cannot get them off my mind

[sleepless-crows]

i love choi yeonjun so much

[monstermp3]

☀️

[light-wrath-paradise]

*takes a drag of cigarette* I need to reread Monster by Naoki Urasawa

[neverendingford]

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[buckyalpine]

Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.

Bucky couldn’t care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.

Loving, gentle, soft as silk.

Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.

He had to have you.

"Babydoll"

You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.

"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.

"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-

“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.

"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-

"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"

He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"

He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...

No.

"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.

"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”

He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.

He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.

"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"

"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"

He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-

"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.

The next 9 months would be interesting.

[astrologydray]

Ruler of the 7th through the houses

The ruler of the 7th house through the houses is all about your relationships, your mirror, your soulmate energy, so when we look at where the ruler of your 7th house is placed, we’re seeing where love leads you, who you’re drawn to and why, and how you balance “me” and “we.”

7th House Ruler in the 1st House

You attract what you are.

You’re your own soulmate first. People project their ideal partner onto you, and you likely pull a lot of romantic attention. Relationships play a huge role in shaping your identity. Attracts: Partners who reflect YOU. Love lesson: Don’t lose self in other’s gaze. “When I know myself, I attract the right one.”

7th House Ruler in the 2nd House

You crave stable, sensual partnerships.

Relationships are deeply tied to your values and self-worth. You’re drawn to partners who offer security or help build your sense of value — emotionally, physically, or materially. Attracts: Loyal, resourceful, dependable partners. Love lesson: Avoid transactional dynamics. “My love is worth investing in.”

7th House Ruler in the 3rd House

Love begins with conversation.

You’re drawn to witty, curious, communicative partners. Mental stimulation is non-negotiable, and you may meet lovers through local events, online, or your immediate network. Attracts: Smart, talkative, adaptable partners. Love lesson: Say what you actually feel. “We flirt with our minds first.”

7th House Ruler in the 4th House

You want roots, not just romance.

You crave emotional depth and soul-level safety in relationships. Family, home life, or ancestry may play into who you choose. Love must feel safe before it feels exciting. Attracts: Nurturing, nostalgic, homebody types. Love lesson: Don’t hide from growth for comfort. “Build me a home, and I’ll give you my heart.”

7th House Ruler in the 5th House

Love = play, passion, and performance.

You’re attracted to romantic, expressive, fun-loving partners. You may meet lovers through creative or artistic spaces. You seek chemistry, spark, and someone to make life feel alive. Attracts: Bold, magnetic, attention-giving lovers. Love lesson: Don’t confuse drama with depth. “Love me loud or leave me alone.”

7th House Ruler in the 6th House

You fall for devotion.

You’re drawn to reliable, humble, helpful lovers — or you may end up in relationships through work or health settings. Acts of service are your love language, and routine = romance. Attracts: Hard-working, grounded, supportive partners. Love lesson: Don’t make love a duty. Vibe: “Love is in the little things.”

7th House Ruler in the 7th House

You’re born for partnership.

Relationships are central to your life path. You likely attract a lot of attention — and may idealize partnerships as the key to your happiness. Balance and harmony in love are your life’s art. Attracts: Magnetic, equal, romantic types. Love lesson: Don’t abandon self for the other. “You + me = magic, but I must remain me.”

7th House Ruler in the 8th House

You want soul-merging love.

You attract intense, transformative, karmic bonds. Relationships are portals for your deepest evolution. Love may involve shared resources, secrets, or deep emotional alchemy. Attracts: Deep, passionate, complex partners. Love lesson: Don’t cling to chaos. “If love doesn’t change me, I don’t want it.”

7th House Ruler in the 9th House

You fall for minds, missions + meaning.

You attract lovers from different cultures, philosophies, or belief systems. Your ideal partner expands your world. You may meet them while traveling, studying, or seeking truth. Attracts: Free-spirited, wise, idealistic partners. Love lesson: Don’t escape reality for the fantasy. “My love story is a journey.”

7th House Ruler in the 10th House

Love shapes your legacy.

You may meet partners through work, status circles, or shared goals. You’re drawn to ambitious or “high-value” lovers. Your relationships may be public, or part of your career path. Attracts: Successful, authoritative, respected people. Love lesson: Let love in without needing it to look perfect. “Let’s build an empire together.”

7th House Ruler in the 11th House

You love like a rebel.

You’re attracted to unique, unconventional, or freedom-loving partners — maybe even meeting them online or in friend groups. You want romance that respects individuality + vision. Attracts: Eccentric, visionary, community-driven types. Love lesson: Detach without dissociating. “Let’s love like it’s the future.”

7th House Ruler in the 12th House

Your love life is spiritual, secret, or karmic.

You may be drawn to unavailable people or soulmate-type connections. Love is healing, mystical, or even hidden. You might need solitude to sort through what love really means to you. Attracts: Dreamy, mysterious, spiritual partners. Love lesson: Know when love is real vs. illusion. “My heart speaks in silence.”

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Astro Notes : Short N Sweet - The power lilith holds <3

Lilith in the 1st - Very strong personalities. Gifted in using the eyes to seduce others. Magnetic. Can fight the demons off of you so please be weary of getting to close if you don't want them to see what hides beneath the surface. There angelic, believe it or not. They're not here to see the world as you see it, they have a taboo personality, yes, but its also because they must learn how to live for themselves and not for anyone else.

Lilith in the 2nd - Cash cow. Can basically get any man to give them what they want. They have to be comfortable in getting under peoples skin, because they can trigger people with how they talk. Insensitive? Not exactly. Just doesn't budge and cares to be 'nice'.

Lilith in the 3rd - Creative freaks. Can use the mind in a million ways, but they still seek out one thing that works for them as they are very passionate people and whatever keeps their attention the most they'll go at it forever. They are use to the attention from people since primary school. So they like to hide a lot. They have a weird mind and they don't care to share it with too many people. If they ever considered writing, they could make some pretty interesting stuff. Sibling rivalries are a thing here.

Lilith in the 4th - Tumulous relationships with family & friends. It's because they're the outcast of the group. I mean, they know a lot and they can't stand for nothing but the truth. But sometimes the truth kills, even when they don't mean for it to be. Can be a hard knock life but they make it worth something. They're no angel, just the universe in the flesh. <3

Lilith in the 5th - Captivating presence. Lovely auras, and amazing bodies. Could be good at dancing. Could be a lil promiscuous. Could be a little dangerous. You never know. Secretive/private about their affairs.. But the stories they have I promise you its like reading a novel. Naturally sensual & can't get enough of them, even if you tried ;)

Lilith in the 6th - Goes hard for groups that aren't seen enough. Can have jealous coworkers or people who want to annoy them and get them out of character. Could also have sensual experiences with co workers. Demands compensation. Could be extremely well liked or hated no in between.

Lilith in the 7th - Spicy individuals. People love to hate them. Could have bisexual allegations from time to time. Most people like to be around them but despise them after a while. Sweet as a pie though, most people allow the rumors to get to them but usually these people are naturally sweet and empathetic. Popular loners.

Lilith in the 8th - Strong personalities. Capable of seeing beyond the veil. Has issues with society due to their daring nature but they do come out ready and swinging. Hypnotic presence. Can heal as much as they can poison, so be careful wit em ;)

Lilith in the 9th - Very beautiful spirits who are the epitome of being carefree. The universe takes them wherever their hearts want to go, and the journey is always something that last a life time. Being connected to someone with this placement could give you the feelings of something amazing. Always hold their hand tight because once their gone its over.

Lilith in the 10th - Dreamy auras. Have a knack for the public and the audience can feel their raw energy. Have haters from all area codes, this just makes them more confident. They know how to appease society well, and they can take on roles that others are too afraid to. This is great placement for lilith to be in.

Lilith in the 11th - Could had to fight to keep their self esteem in check. Due to being outcasted alot, they could of been the scapegoat for a lot of reasons that didn't pertain to them much. With time, they learn to accept that their energy isn't for anyone, and that their value is more than what you can define it. Helpful sweethearts who just wants to be around community that gets them.

Lilith in the 12th - The dream world is a nightmare. My apologies to y'all cause I'm suppose to start it off a little sweet. But this is placement of a witch/warlock. You guys have many gifts that go past the ordinary. And you more than likely come up with some ish down the line. There is a time where you will undergo a lot of spiritual refinement to keep your head going. Don't be afraid of what shows up, it might teach you something!