#Insights from the New Testament

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The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth: Insights from the New Testament

We will briefly examine The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth and what it means for you.

A Bible Study Today we will briefly examine The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth and what it means for you. For THE CONTEXT read: JOHN 2, 7, AND 19. pritual reb Chapter 2 tells of the wedding at Cana, where Jesus turned water into wine (2:1-11) and cleansed the temple (2:13-22). Following the water turning into wine, the narrator says, “This was the first of his signs Jesus did in…

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Cultural Perspectives on the Golden Rule: Empathy in Action

The Golden Rule is a powerful principle that resonates across cultures and religions, urging us to treat others as we wish to be treated. It's a simple yet profound guideline for living a life of empathy and kindness.

Interpreting The Golden Rule: Insights from 3 Nephi 14:12, Matthew 7:12, and Luke 6:31 Why has “The Golden Rule” resonated across centuries? It’s simple yet profound, urging us to treat others as we wish to be treated ourselves. This powerful idea finds a place in diverse teachings, including scriptures like 3 Nephi 14:12, Matthew 7:12, and Luke 6:31. As we explore these passages, we see a…

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Exploring Brooklyn's Icons: A Guide to Empire Stores Dumbo and the Brooklyn Bridge

Brooklyn, New York, is a treasure trove of iconic landmarks and historical sites. Among these, Empire Stores Dumbo and the Brooklyn Bridge stand out as must-visit destinations. Whether you're a local or a tourist, here's everything you need to know about getting to these attractions, navigating the Brooklyn Bridge, and discovering the rich history that surrounds it.

How to get to Empire Stores Dumbo?

Empire Stores, located at 55 Water Street, Brooklyn, NY 11201, is easily accessible by various modes of transportation. If you're using public transit, take the subway to the High Street-Brooklyn Bridge station (A, C trains) and enjoy a picturesque stroll toward the East River. Alternatively, several buses serve the Dumbo area, providing convenient options. If you prefer driving, parking facilities are available in the vicinity.

Are there any restrictions for cyclists on the Brooklyn Bridge?

Cyclists are welcome on the Brooklyn Bridge, and there's a dedicated lane for them. However, it's important to be aware of any restrictions during special events or maintenance periods. Adhering to traffic rules and being mindful of pedestrian traffic ensures a safe and enjoyable ride across this historic bridge.

How many lanes does the Brooklyn Bridge have for vehicular traffic?

The Brooklyn Bridge boasts six lanes for vehicular traffic, with three lanes in each direction. The outer lanes accommodate regular traffic, while the inner lanes are reversible, changing direction based on the time of day to optimize traffic flow.

What is the current condition of the Brooklyn Bridge?

As of the latest available information, the Brooklyn Bridge is generally in good condition. Regular inspections and maintenance work are conducted to preserve its structural integrity. For the most up-to-date information, it's advisable to check with local authorities or official sources.

Are there any interesting events or stories related to the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge?

The construction of the Brooklyn Bridge, spanning from 1869 to 1883, is a tale of engineering marvels and human determination. Notably, Washington Roebling, the chief engineer, faced decompression sickness during construction. His wife, Emily Warren Roebling, played a pivotal role in overseeing the completion of the bridge, a testament to her resilience and dedication.

How many years did it take to build the Brooklyn Bridge?

The Brooklyn Bridge took a total of 14 years to build, showcasing the dedication and perseverance of the individuals involved in this historic project.

Has the Brooklyn Bridge ever undergone significant renovations?

Over the years, the Brooklyn Bridge has undergone significant renovations to ensure its longevity. Preservation efforts focus on maintaining its historic elements while incorporating modern engineering standards to meet safety requirements.

Are there any guided tours available for the Brooklyn Bridge?

Immerse yourself in the history and architecture of the Brooklyn Bridge by taking a guided tour. Several local operators offer insightful tours, providing a deeper understanding of the bridge's significance. Check with local tour providers or visitor centers for the latest information on available tours.

Can you see the Statue of Liberty from the Brooklyn Bridge?

While the Brooklyn Bridge offers breathtaking views of the Manhattan skyline, keen observers can catch glimpses of the Statue of Liberty from certain points along the bridge. The panoramic vista makes the bridge a unique vantage point for appreciating this iconic symbol.

Are there any special events or celebrations held on the Brooklyn Bridge?

The Brooklyn Bridge occasionally hosts special events, celebrations, and festivals. Fireworks displays, cultural events, and charity walks are just a few examples of the diverse activities that take place on or around the bridge. Stay updated on local event listings for information on upcoming activities.

In conclusion, exploring Empire Stores Dumbo and the Brooklyn Bridge is a journey through history and modernity. Whether you're fascinated by the engineering prowess of the bridge or captivated by the events surrounding its construction, Brooklyn's iconic landmarks promise an enriching experience for every visitor.

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Mikealson Siblings taking care of Pregnant!reader

The afternoon sun streamed through the arched windows of the Mikaelson compound, casting dappled shadows across the plush sofa where you sat. Your hand rested on your swollen belly, tracing the faint outline of a tiny foot that seemed determined to imprint itself on your skin. A sigh escaped your lips, laced with a curious mix of exhaustion and awe. Being pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson's child was an experience unlike any other.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?"

Elijah, your best friend's voice came from behind you, startling you slightly. He knelt down, his gentle eyes crinkling at the corners as he placed a cool hand on your cheek.

"Sore feet?" he asked, his gaze flickering down to your ankles where you idly rubbed them.

As if summoned, Elijah began to gently massage your feet, his touch a soothing balm against the constant ache. "The joys of motherhood," he chuckled softly. "Even before the little one arrives."

"You should see Rebekah skipping around like a mother hen," you said with a laugh.

Ever since the news, Rebekah had taken it upon herself to become your personal nutritionist. Bowls of fresh fruit seemed to magically appear by your side, and gentle reminders to stay hydrated were delivered with an endearing bossiness.

Suddenly, the library door slammed open, and Kol burst in, brandishing a book. He skidded to a halt when he saw you. "Apologies, darling," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes vanishing instantly as he took in your weary expression. "Didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"

You couldn't help but melt under his sudden concern. The Mikaelson siblings, notorious for their chaotic lives, were turning into a symphony of attentiveness for you. "Just a little tired, Kol," you assured him, a smile returning to your face. His brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed over as he noticed a stray strand of hair clinging to your cheek. With a gesture so tender it surprised even him, he brushed it away.

A deep, booming voice resonated through the room, "Elijah, have you located the witch Davina spoke of?"

Klaus stalked into the library, his scowl fading the moment he spotted you. As he drew closer, his voice softened to a near murmur. "Have you eaten anything yet, love?"

You fought back a giggle. "Yes, Klaus, just some fruit Rebekah insisted upon."

He hovered for a moment, his gaze flitting across your face. "Did you rest well last night?"

You nodded, touched by the worry etched on his usually stoic face. Klaus wasn't known for his displays of affection, but ever since you carried his child, a tenderness he couldn't quite mask lingered in his blue eyes. He cleared his throat, the familiar Klaus returning momentarily.

"Excellent. We don't need any unnecessary fatigue while dealing with this archaic prophecy."

He turned to face Elijah, resuming their previous conversation. However, his words were punctuated by occasional glances your way, each one a silent confirmation of his concern.

The next few weeks were a blur of doctor's appointments, cravings for bizarre combinations of food, and endless debates about the nursery.

Elijah, the undisputed planner, had already sketched out several designs, each more elaborate than the last. Rebekah, however, preferred a more minimalist approach, arguing for practicality over aesthetics. Kol, surprisingly, became the voice of reason, mediating their arguments with witty commentary and unexpected insights.

Klaus, though typically absent from these discussions, always managed to appear moments before a decision was made. His vetoes, delivered with a gruffness that belied his softening heart, were invariably accepted. The nursery, a haven of soft hues and elegant simplicity, was a testament to his unspoken desire to create a safe haven for his child.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourself curled up on the chaise lounge in Rebekah's room, a book clutched limply in your hand. Fatigue weighed heavily on your eyelids, threatening to pull you under. You drowsily watched rain lash against the window, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

The sound of the door creaking open startled you awake. Rebekah entered, a concerned frown creasing her brow. "You shouldn't be reading in such dim light, love," she chided gently, setting a steaming cup on the side table. "And here I thought Klaus told you to take a nap."

"He did," you mumbled, reaching for the cup. The warm aroma of chamomile filled your senses, instantly calming you further.

"He's just worried sick," Rebekah said, settling beside you on the chaise lounge. "We all are."

This was so random 💀

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the manuscript | prologue

Summary: The first encounter.

Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: 18 in this part)

Word Count: 837

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A/N: Oh, hello Dr. Barnes. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

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The university loomed before you, the ivy-clad walls and gothic spires stood as testaments to the centuries of academic excellence. Renowned for its rigorous standards, the prestigious institution drew in the brightest minds from across the globe. You stepped through the grand archway, the air humming with the energy of countless scholarly pursuits, each echoing through the hallowed halls. 

You haven’t long turned 18, now a freshman, driven by a passion for creative writing. Your nights were spent hunched over notebooks, pouring your heart into stories and poems. Determined to make the most of this opportunity, you reflected on your talent that earned you a place here. With the best and brightest. It was a new chapter of your academic journey, and it started today.

Dr. James B. Barnes is a brilliant literature professor yet, reserved. His reputation preceded him– known for his profound insights and standards, he was feared and revered by his students. As you approached his office, your heart began to race. 

Tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, stood a heavy oak door with a brass nameplate glinting in the dim light. You took a deep breath and knocked firmly. Creaking open the door, you revealed Dr. Barnes. Sat behind a cluttered desk, his gaze lifted from a pile of papers, meeting yours. Piercing yet thoughtful, there was a moment of silent assessment. 

You felt the weight of his scrutiny as you stepped inside. The room smelled of leather with a faint trace of whiskey. 

“Good afternoon,” you begin, trying to steady your voice despite the nerves. “I’m going to be joining your advanced English literature class.” 

“Ah, yes,” he responded, his tone measured. “You must be the freshman. Please, have a seat.” 

You took a seat in the heavy leather chair opposite his desk. The two of you exchange a few professional courtesies, keeping the conversation brief but charged with mutual respect. You could sense that he had recognized your passion, and you were determined to prove yourself. 

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A week later, you found yourself attending his class, surrounded by fellow students. His presence was commanding as he stood at the front of the room. A masterful blend of critical analysis and profound insight, his lectures were delivered with authority. 

Your hand raised after a particularly challenging lecture, Dr. Barnes acknowledged you with a nod.

“Yes?” 

“I have to disagree with your interpretation of his work,” you say, your voice clear and confident. A stark contrast from your first meeting with him. “I believe his use of fragmented narrative serves as a challenge to the notion of a singular, authoritative voice, rather than to obscure meaning.” 

The room fell silent, all eyes turned to you. Dr. Barnes regards you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. 

“Interesting perspective,” he replied, keeping his tone cool. “However, I would argue that the fragmentation serves more to reflect the chaotic nature of postmodern existence.” 

You don’t back down. “Isn’t that chaos a direct challenge to traditional narrative structures? He seems to be inviting readers to find their own meaning within the disarray.” 

Your heated debate ensues, intellectual electricity cranking the air. Your classmates watched, their gazes swapping between you and Dr. Barnes like they were at Wimbledon as you exchanged arguments. 

Initially, he was annoyed by your boldness, yet you caught a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. You thrived on pushing boundaries and testing limits, in particular, with those you found intellectually stimulating and authoritative. Leaving everyone, including Dr. James B. Barnes, captivated.

“Your argument is well-crafted,” he concedes, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I look forward to more discussions like this.” 

As the weeks passed, Dr. Barnes’ class quickly became the highlight of your week. A battlefield of ideas in each session, a place where you could push your intellectual prowess. Dr. Barnes, though initially reserved, seemed to relish the debates as much as you did. 

One chilly autumn afternoon, you lingered after another stimulating class as the other students left. The room fell quiet, as though itself was in thought and reflection. Dr. Barnes noticed and approached you.

“Good work today,” he said, his tone less sharper than usual. “You’ve brought a new energy to these discussions.” 

“Thank you,” you smile, a rush of pride coursed through you. “Your classes challenge me in ways I never expected.” 

He nodded, “To challenge and to inspire, that’s the point of academia. Keep questioning, you could go far.”��

You smiled again, your cheeks becoming flushed. “I’m glad you’re not tired of my questions yet.” 

“On the contrary,” he said as he leaned closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that caused your heart to race. “I find them… refreshing.” 

The flicker of something unspoken passed between you, a deeper connection yet to be explored. His words echoed as you left the lecture hall, the promise in his eyes lingered. 

What were the boundaries between student and teacher? And, could they transform into something more profound? 

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🩵💕love love LOVE the 'out? I don't think so' series and was wondering if you would do a yandere ot8 x reader fic or headcannons or something where they have kidnapped reader and reader tries to escape. What will skz do when they catch them in the act? What kinda precautions would they take in the future and would they punish you for escaping? Sorry this sounds like an interview😅

Where do you think you're going, darling?

Running away doesn't seem like a good idea, because in the end, they will always come after you.

⚠️ Yandere theme, unhealthy obsession, Kidnapped and a lot more⚠️

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💬 Thanks for the request, darling. This is going to be a series that I'll post once a week. I hope it meets your expectations. If there are any shortcomings, I apologize deeply.

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Chan

Chan rarely rested; his obsession drove him relentlessly. He took his twisted sense of responsibility seriously, especially when he dragged you to the place he believed you belonged—his captive. But that night was different. After countless sleepless nights fueled by madness, he finally crashed into a deep, haunted sleep. That was your moment. Heart pounding, you crept through the suffocating silence, every step a prayer that the floor wouldn't betray you. The door loomed ahead, and with a final, trembling breath, you slipped through. You ran, adrenaline pumping, terror biting at your heels as you hid, desperate and trembling. The next morning, Chan awoke, disoriented from the depths of his deranged dreams. His eyes fell on the ajar door of your room. A chill ran down his spine as he pushed it open, staring at the empty space where you should have been. His eyes widened, then narrowed with a cold, simmering rage. His hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white. And that was the moment he snapped.

From that day forward, he became a relentless hunter, his every waking moment consumed with finding you, dragging you back into his nightmarish grip. You had escaped his grasp, but you had awakened the beast within him. Now, he was coming for you, and nothing would stand in his way. Chan was a smart guy—you knew that well, which was why you were haunted by an uneasy feeling as you sat in the corner of the room where you were hiding. Yet, as if manifesting your worst nightmare, he appeared. He stood there, no smile on his face, observing you with cold, calculating eyes. He closed the door and walked closer, squatting down to your level. "You know, darling, it wasn't very smart of you to run away," he said, his voice more menacing than ever. Those were the last words you remembered before everything went dark. When you finally awoke, you were in a dimly lit room, Chan sitting not far away. The scene felt eerily familiar, like déjà vu—the same sinister feeling you had the first time he kidnapped you.

Even in the darkness, his eyes felt like lasers burning into your soul. "You scare me, you know that?" His voice dripped with a chilling mix of anger and relief. He took a deliberate, menacing step closer, then sat on the bed where you lay, utterly vulnerable. "It's not so nice of you," he hissed. He gripped your hand with brutal force, his fingers digging in painfully, as if trying to meld his fear and fury into your flesh. The intensity of his emotions—terror, rage, relief—poured out, overwhelming you. You couldn't hold back the sobs; crying was the only thing you could do. Through your tears, you noticed the sinister changes in the room. The window was now fortified with thick iron bars, turning it into an impenetrable cage. The door was covered in multiple locks, each one a new barrier to your freedom. The room had become a twisted fortress, a stark testament to his obsession with keeping you captive. For several agonizing days, he kept you tied to the bed, the ropes cutting into your skin, a constant reminder of your captivity. His paranoia and rage transformed your existence into a living hell far worse than before. Every day, he would stand over you, his eyes burning with a mistrust so intense it felt like a physical force.

He made it clear with every look, every word, that he no longer believed a single thing you said. His touch, once merely controlling, now turned brutal. He gripped you with a force that left bruises, his actions driven by a volatile mix of fear and anger. It was as if you had unleashed a monster within him, one that thrived on anxiety and dread. He couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he hadn't found you. Every terrible scenario played out in his mind, feeding his obsession and deepening his madness. He stopped sleeping properly, too consumed by the thought of you slipping away again. When he did sleep, it was right beside you, his body a constant, oppressive presence. He kept one arm draped over you, fingers twitching even in sleep, as if he feared you might vanish if he let go. The room became a fortress of his making: the windows barred with thick iron, the door secured with multiple locks, each one a testament to his desperation to keep you contained. You felt his breath on your skin as he slept, each exhale a reminder that you were never alone, never free.

His nightmares became your reality, his fears and anxieties shaping every moment of your existence. He would wake up in a panic, shaking you awake just to make sure you were still there, his eyes wild and frantic. And through it all, you cried. Your tears were the only outlet for the terror and despair that consumed you. But even your cries seemed to fuel his madness, making him grip you tighter, hold you closer, as if your pain validated his twisted need to keep you under his control. His love had turned into a prison, and his obsession, your endless nightmare.

Minho

That day, Minho's arrogance reached new heights as he seemed to believe you had succumbed to his control entirely. He underestimated your resilience, assuming you had resigned yourself to the grim fate he had imposed upon you. But in the moments when he was absent, when the oppressive weight of his presence lifted just slightly, you saw a glimmer of hope—a chance for escape, however slim it might be. Clutching the hairpin you had managed to keep hidden since your last captivity, you meticulously worked at the lock with trembling hands. Each click of the mechanism felt like a victory, a step closer to freedom. Finally, with a soft snick, the door swung open, and a rush of adrenaline surged through your veins. You moved swiftly, silently, every instinct screaming at you to flee, to put as much distance between yourself and Minho as possible. The hallway stretched out before you, a dark labyrinth of uncertainty, but you pushed forward, driven by sheer determination. As you ran, the memories of past escape attempts flooded your mind—the fear, the desperation, the agonizing uncertainty of what lay beyond the confines of your prison. But this time felt different. This time, you refused to let fear paralyze you.

With each step, you felt a surge of defiance, a newfound strength coursing through your veins. You were no longer the helpless victim Minho had made you out to be; you were a survivor, fighting tooth and nail for your freedom. The hairpin remained clutched tightly in your hand, a symbol of your resilience, your refusal to be caged. You used it to overcome every obstacle in your path, picking locks, jimmying windows, anything to put distance between yourself and the suffocating grip of Minho's control. And as you finally broke free from the confines of his lair, you vowed never to look back. When Minho returned home, plastic bags dangling from his hands, he dropped them unceremoniously to the floor the moment his eyes locked onto the front door. With a sense of urgency, he rushed inside, scouring every corner of the house in search of you. But his efforts were in vain; you were nowhere to be found. His frustration boiled over, his hand clenching into a tight fist as he slammed it against the wall with a primal scream. Blood trickled from the wound, but he hardly noticed, consumed by the overwhelming sense of failure.

He became consumed by the hunt, forsaking sleep and sanity alike in his relentless pursuit of you. He tracked you tirelessly, driven by a desperation that bordered on madness. Each passing moment without you felt like an eternity, a torment he couldn't endure. Failure was not an option; he couldn't bear the thought of losing you again. And then, one fateful night, as you lay sleeping, unaware of his presence, you opened your eyes to find him sitting beside you, his gaze fixed on your slumbering form. There were no words exchanged, only the weight of his silent observation hanging heavily in the air. "Do you sleep well?" Minho's voice was as cold as ice as his hand grazed your cheek, leaving a chilling trail in its wake. There was no warmth in his touch, only the stark reminder of his possessiveness. "Are you sleeping well without me?" he asked again, his words laced with a bitter edge. It was almost as if he couldn't fathom the idea of you finding solace in slumber without him by your side. His grip tightened on your chin as he continued, his voice a venomous whisper in the air.

"I can't sleep when you're away. It's time to go home, darling, back to where you belong. And I swear, this time there's no way out." The determination in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, a premonition of the ordeal to come. He dragged you back to the place he called 'home,' though to you, it was nothing more than a prison of your own making. As he threw you into the room with no window, the darkness enveloped you like a suffocating embrace, leaving you gasping for air. With a roar of frustration, Minho unleashed his fury upon the room, his hands becoming weapons of destruction. Objects shattered against the walls, the sound of breaking glass echoing through the empty space. He didn't care if his own hands bled in the process; all that mattered was his need to exert control, to assert his dominance over you. You cowered in the corner, your body trembling with fear as you watched the chaos unfold before you. The air was thick with tension, every breath a struggle against the suffocating atmosphere of fear and despair.

After what felt like an eternity, Minho's rage began to subside, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he surveyed the wreckage he had caused. Slowly, he approached you, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his own anger. With a brutal grip, he seized your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "If you ever run away again," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice, "I swear, I'll break your legs, darling. I hate the thought of hurting you, but if it's necessary, I will." The threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over any hope of escape.

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🦩Astro Observations for When the Bare minimum is Your Best🦩

🦩The Neptune Sextile Pluto to me is such an interesting aspect. For one, it is an anomaly for it being cross generational yet only occur during less than 25% of a generational birth timeline. The second being that it occurs during significant periods of history (i.e. The escalation of WWII in 1942). People that have had an influence on many generations are born with this aspect.

🦩The Polarity between Fire/Air dom Scorpio vs Earth/Water dom Scorpio is unbelievable.

🦩Pluto entering Aquarius (plus being in retrograde) and Uranus in Taurus has been proving to be karmic and transformative for the Pluto Scorpio generation. Many celebrities are continued to be exposed for bad behavior (sometimes it could be down right criminal). This isn't anything new, but it has been happening to people that no one suspected or the affected have kept quiet about it or were unheard until now.

🦩 Sun Inconjunct Saturn people almost always have painful stories yet they're never told. The restrictions that Saturn brings on the Sun can suggest everything from a controlling family, chronic loneliness, expected to follow a pathology, or being forced into a life that can only be referred to as inauthentic at the least. Unlike most, these people need to learn to unbecome everything that have been placed on them by others. As a result, they usually posses the biggest sense of perseverance and persistence. With time and as they accept that they have the right to hold court and presence in life, they will start to shine. Saturn is a late boomer, so they usually reap it's fruits later in life. Love that old age radiance.

🦩The asteroid Pallas Athena (2) gives an insight to the wisdom and knowledge we carried from our past lives. It recognizes patterns, habits, cycles and thoughts. It's our trigger and reason for when we experience "Deja Vu". The sign it's in, the house it resides in, the aspects it makes tell us how and through what that wisdom and knowledge is channeled and received.

🦩People with Neptune in Mutable houses (3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th) are more susceptible to indoctrination. They're usually a part of a new age cult.

🦩When the Moon is in a positive aspect to one of either Venus or Mars but a harsh aspect to the other (For example, Moon Trine Venus but Moon Opposing Mars), the person emotional needs, romantic attraction and sexual attraction would always be at odds with one another. With a highly developed person, this is usually resolved by communicating your needs and desires (possibly being part of the BDSM or kink community). In underdeveloped individuals, this would create an unsatisfied person that is hard to please or get to know, fear of intimacy, and (my fav) being an all around incel.

🦩Scorpio in the 10th/Pluto in the 10th natives might develop a reputation as the "other woman/man/one" or could be entangled in a messy relationship publicly.

🦩Although both the Square and Opposition aspects are considered "harsh" or challenging, they represent a different kind respectively. The Square aspect is generally external in its characteristics. When it's present, the native usually deals with adversarial circumstances in relation to the placements/houses. In contrast, the Opposition aspect is internal and entail a difficulty understanding, reflecting or aligning that conflict within. For example, a square aspect between Mercury and Uranus suggests a more restrictive environment where one could be punished for speaking the truth and expressing their mind. Meanwhile, an opposition aspect between Mercury and Uranus suggest difficulty connecting and communicating with the world around.

🦩Beware of people you meet during the period between your Jupiter return and Saturn return. It's very likely they would prove to be a testament to your growth and attunement. In some cases, you may find yourself on the receiving end of a situation where you have been the other person in the past. (i.e. Getting ghosted more often if you ghosted many before)

🦩I found that in one sided relationships, in synastry one person planets are usually more aspected than the other one.

🦩Signs from each element complete each other, for when they stand alone you'll find that they desire what the others posses. For example, with Earth signs you'll find that both Virgo and Capricorn desire the stability that Taurus posses. Although they both find it through work, Virgo gets it from the stability of routine, while Capricorn get it from the financial security. The same can be said for Virgo's vigor and Capricorn's efficiency.

🦩A person with an unaspected mean Lilith (h12) tend be the least petty and vengeful person. If their other placements prove otherwise, then their pettiness would be circumstantial rather than passive and constant in nature. This is because Lilith is only activated when aspected.

Byeeeee 💕

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Manuscript Monday

Shown here are pages from our facsimile of one of the most popular texts of the Middle Ages, Speculum Humanae Salvationis (The Mirror of Human Salvation). The text was written to expound upon the medieval idea of Biblical typology, or the ways in which the Old Testament of the Christian Bible foreshadows its New Testament. This type of book is part of the genre of speculum literature, which was made to record encyclopedic knowledge of a subject within a single book. The popularity of the Speculum led to it being copied many times, and hundreds of copies in several languages remain extant today from the medieval period.

Our facsimile, published in 1973 by the Akademische Druck- u. Verlagsanstalt in Graz, Austria in an edition of 72 copies, is from a 14th-cenury Latin manuscript housed in the Benedictine Kremsmünster Abbey Library in Germany, and catalogued as Codex Cremifanensis 243. It is one of the oldest copies of the Speculum.

The pages of the Speculum hold three Old Testament stories corresponding to one New Testament story, along with an astonishing 192 illuminations. While its subject matter is Biblical, we can see the everyday objects and clothing worn in the 14th century, since Biblical characters were dressed in contemporaneous clothing and architecture in the background is from the same period. This gives us an interesting insight into 14th century medieval culture by showing us the objects and places that surrounded these people in everyday life. Throughout the illuminations, some of the faces are smudged out with black ink; this shows viewers that these are the villains in the stories, though I have to say that in most cases, (especially where our poor friend is being sawed in half) it is pretty obvious.

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[fivelasanctum]

Dark Fivela hints are canon

Recently their was a slight leak over a dark scene where five dreams of Lila losing her mind. Looks like something straight from a horror film. Rather disturbing but adds new insight into their relationship. Being stuck in their limbo of being a hell on one side but heaven in terms of freedom and having their own world to grow closer in. The original poster said their were darker takes. Could see them putting emphasis on their shared madness. Skeletons from their closet haunting them (Mostly due to malnutrition and repeating the same actions of survival. That pushed their minds to the edge) Five has been paranoid and incredibly suspicious in the past. This dream most likely terrified him over his darker fears manifesting. Relying on Lila, being vulnerable, protecting her and making her his purpose to get her back home. What happens if he couldn't protect her mind from being broken? His did and that's originally how he created Dolores. Over the years he would attack, shoot first in his original apocalypse. Which was odd since nobody but him existed there. Not like in the case of the subway stops, where they never knew what they would be getting. Think his first inclination towards violence was a testament to the madness of being alone with no true escape. The extended cut of the leaked footage could have been Lila trying to choke him or seeing him as an enemy. Forgetting the present in favor of the past. Or Five being forced to kill her in defense. Being met with that reality would push him to insanity most likely. He has grown close to her by this point. They were family and friends with hints to the growing tension between them. Five burying his own feelings before the subway. Knowing how he tried to kill her in season 2, only for it to catch up to them again despite the years and time spent growing closer. In gamer speak this would have been an alternate 'bad end' 'for them. Killing each other or one being left surviving from the attack. Could also be an insight into Five's own darkness he is struggling to keep at bay. He succumbed to it the first time around in his timeline and with lila, felt it wouldn't happen again. Yet they had become each others rock. If one cracks then they both do. She is wearing the same outfit, has the same length of hair and similar lighting was used in the quick scene from the montage below. It's my theory that he woke up from that nightmare. Obviously troubled. Think lila comforted him or made one of her more blunt jokes, laughing loudly. That infectious laughter made five smile and do the same. Showing that she is still herself and able to be content with his company. Not to say she doesn't miss her old life but it's not seen as a third ring of hell given their was affection between them before all this had happened. I would say this takes place in year three. Their madness and break downs.

In the end, think the dark edge brought them closer. Both fighting back and embracing their darkness. Seeing each other at their worse. Possibly around that same time they helped each other more. Five removing the glass from her foot. Her in turn, doing the intimate task of shaving him and no doubt cutting his hair. The love and trust growing with those actions given the more than likely, brief breakdowns that occurred and the fear of madness tearing them down. Their relationship looks to be quite strong even before it became official. Lol or I might be overthinking by being so excited over something new from the subway storyline xD Perfect timing for Halloween~! Apparently Lila and Five can be the face of Spooktober coming up lol

[iamsherlocked-1998]

SAND AND PROMISES

Warning: Description of wounds, slavery, fighting, difficult relationships at the time. Male x Male.

Words: 1400

Summary: Acacius have his most important Battle.

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In the heart of Rome, amid the grandeur and splendor of the great empire, his status stood tall and proud, a symbol of power and authority. As a prestigious general, Acacius's name echoed through the halls of history, a testament to his prowess on the battlefield and his unwavering loyalty.

But behind the facade of the imposing warrior lurked a series of unanswered tribulations, a soul that longed for something more than the thrill of conquest and the reward of victory. And it was at that moment that fate intervened, in the form of a lone man who caught Marcus's eye and caught his attention. He was young and trapped in a long book in the sunlight next to the local agora.

At first glance, the boy was nothing special, a mere footnote to the greatness of Rome and the epic stories of its warriors. But to Marcus, he was something more: a riddle to solve, a mystery to unravel, a heart waiting to be claimed.

As their paths crossed more and more, Marcus was drawn to the scholar's quiet strength and his unbreakable spirit. He marveled at the depth of his insight, the breadth of his knowledge, and the quiet grace with which he carried himself through the tumult of the city.

Soon, the two found themselves united by a shared passion for life, a connection that burned bright and fierce, defying the boundaries of time and class. And in that bond, they discovered a new meaning for the thrill of conquest, a new purpose that transcended aspirations for power and prestige.

Together, they wandered shoulder to shoulder through the streets of Rome, their heartbeats ringing in unison. They shared the joy of abundant festivities and the warmth of close-knit friends, but also the trials and challenges that marked the city's tumultuous history.

That was until one day when he returned from a long trip he couldn't find his partner in any of the places he used to frequent in his predictable routine, it was as if he had vanished and Marcus felt a knot in his stomach.

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After a few months, in the heart of the Colosseum, the deafening roar of the crowd filled the air, mixed with the clash of steel and the screams of combatants engaged in mortal combat. Contrary to the worst predictions of him among the gladiators who graced the arena was himself, a fearsome Roman general who had exchanged his armor for the garb of a warrior, his sword glistening in the sun as he faced his opponents with unwavering determination.

But unbeknownst to viewers, Marcus fought not for glory or honor, but for something far more precious: a chance to win freedom from the only person who had made him feel alive in a long time, a slave bound by the shackles of servitude by the whims of cruel fate. It turned out that weeks after tirelessly investigating, he learned that his companion was sold in a town on the outskirts of Rome as payment for the debts of a father who was too negligent and fond of liquor. He finished off such a subject using a dagger when night fell in the middle of an alley, taking advantage of his drunkenness.

That was not enough since the new owner of his lover made him an offer to cover the losses, use his skills for the macabre spectacle of the coliseum, only then the debt would be settled and he would become a freedman. As the surface of the sand became slick with blood and sweat, Marcus's thoughts drifted to the slave, whose tormented gaze and unspoken longing had lit a fire within him, something that burned brightly with the promise of redemption and salvation.

With each opponent he defeated, Marcus came closer to his goal, each blow fueled by the memory of a fading smile, a soft, fleeting touch, and experiences that now seemed like a distant echo.

But the road to freedom was fraught with danger, tinged with betrayal and deceit. The boy's master, a ruthless noble, watched the battle with contempt, narrowing his eyes maliciously at the thought of losing his prized possession.

As the final battle loomed on the horizon, his entire existence hung precariously on the outcome of the brutal contest that awaited them both. With the weight of what he believed right on his shoulders and the courage of his convictions burning in his heart, he faced his final opponent, a towering gladiator whose strength and skill matched his own.

In a searing duel that echoed in the annals of time, Marcus and his adversary clashed with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the arena. But it was in the heat of battle that Marcus found his true strength, each of his blows guided by the unspoken vow that bound them together in defiance of all odds.

And in the final, fateful moment, when the dust settled and the victor stood triumphant, he laid aside his sword and turned to the noble who held the boy's fate in his hands. With a voice as firm as steel and a gaze as unwavering as the sun, he demanded the reader's freedom in exchange for his victory, with his unwavering resolve in the face of the specter of defeat. Otherwise, he would shake up the foundations of the empire to take away all of its present and future possessions.

At that moment, the noble relented, his grip on the reader loosening as Marcus stepped forward, arms spread wide in a gesture of release and salvation. And as the chains of his lover fell, his eyes filled with gratitude and wonder, his heart beat with a joy that resonated through any doubt or suffering.

Together, they walked out of the Colosseum, as they gazed at the setting sun, whose rays cast a golden glow over the city of Rome, knowing that what they had was destined to last: a flame that would burn brightly.

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-You shouldn't have done that…now we are both condemned, we have nowhere to go (the former slave caressed the general's cheek, appreciating his irregular beard with a melancholic smile).

Both had stopped along the way at a dilapidated inn, the only place where they could shelter to sleep and clean up for the moment. The moon had illuminated the space for some time.

The man made a gesture of annoyance, clenching his teeth. His depp voice fulled the little room.

-We've already talked about it, I couldn't leave you there without doing anything, that heartless man would have finished you off.

Acacius sat up with difficulty due to the bruises and scratches of the battle, the thin sheet was removed allowing his athletic body to be observed in all its splendor. Clothes had stopped being important to both of them hours ago.

With his fingers he traced the healed scars on the back of his lover, who lay face down on the smelly, hay-filled mattress.

The young man sighed, trying to control his tears at the softness of the gesture while he nodded.

-We have no possessions but we do have information and I know that there is a place to start over outside of Rome, I know someone who will give us asylum in the meantime and we can get a job. The trip will be long and hard, we have to use a boat and be stowaways, but who we are will no longer matter.

He sat up, joining his lips to those of his savior in a feverish kiss as straddled his lap, his hands drifting to the nape of his neck, feeling the soft curls found there. The options were limited and dark and the path uncertain, but freedom never tasted so good.

[alyrasturnz]

i cant stop talking to bf!matt x singer!reader on cai so pls make hcs coz its so cute

 ‎‎THE PERFECT PAIR

❐ summary » he is her unwavering audience, cheering her on from the wings, while she, with her melodic voice, serenades their shared dreams. together, they compose a symphony of mutual admiration and unwavering devotion, a testament to the beautiful balance they have found in each other.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x singer!reader

❐ warnings » none

❐ a/n && w/c » yay this is so cute! something small to keep yall fed before i release cologne • 574

bf!matt who always makes sure to attend every single one of your concerts, no matter how far he has to travel. he wants to be your biggest fan and unwavering support.

bf!matt who surprises the you with handwritten notes and flowers backstage before every performance, reminding you how proud he is and how much he believes in you.

bf!matt who loves to brag about your achievements to everyone he knows. he takes immense pride in your success and never misses an opportunity to share it with others.

bf!matt who often helps you with your songwriting process. he may not be a professional, but his insights and emotional support are invaluable, often sparking new ideas and inspiration.

bf!matt who creates a playlist of all your songs and listens to it constantly. he knows every lyric by heart and often sings along, even when he's alone.

bf!matt who is the first to hear any new songs you write. he feels honored to be your trusted confidant and offers constructive feedback while showering you with praise.

bf!matt who plans special date nights to celebrate the release of new music or successful concerts. these moments are filled with love and appreciation, making you feel cherished.

bf!matt who captures candid photos and videos of you during your performances and shares them on social media, showcasing his pride and love for them to the world.

bf!matt loves to surprise you with thoughtful gifts that reflect your music. whether it's a vintage record player, a custom-made guitar strap, or a personalized microphone, his gifts are always meaningful.

bf!matt stands by your side during interviews and public appearances, offering silent support and encouragement. his presence is a comforting reminder of your strong bond.

bf!matt who loves to surprise you with spontaneous road trips to places that inspire your music. these trips are filled with laughter, new experiences, and endless creativity.

bf!matt who has a special way of calming your nerves before a big performance. his gentle words and reassuring hugs always manage to ease your anxiety.

bf!matt who learns to play your favorite instruments just so you can jam together. these impromptu music sessions strengthen your bond and create beautiful memories.

bf!matt who is always the loudest one cheering in the crowd, making sure you know he's there, supporting you with all his heart.

bf!matt who keeps a scrapbook of all your achievements, concert tickets, and special moments. it's a tangible reminder of your journey together and how far you've come.

bf!matt who loves to dance around the living room with you to your favorite songs. these playful moments are filled with joy and laughter, creating a sense of pure happiness.

bf!matt who often writes little notes and leaves them in your guitar case or music sheets, reminding you how much he loves you and believes in your talent.

bf!matt who plans surprise parties to celebrate your milestones, inviting all your closest friends and family to share in the joy of your success.

bf!matt who makes sure to capture every significant moment on camera, creating a visual diary of your journey together. these photos and videos become cherished memories.

bf!matt whose eyes sparkle with pure joy and pride whenever he hears a song written about him. the emotion in his gaze is undeniable, and it fills your heart with warmth and love.

[cool-fancier]

Love Among the Lights

Lisa x Fem Reader

Synopsis: As CEO of Louis Vuitton, you navigate fame and love in secrecy. When your girlfriend, Lisa, stuns at LVFW24, whispers of romance ignite.

Word Count:3.6k

Your journey to becoming the CEO of Louis Vuitton was not one of luck or happenstance but rather a culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and a relentless pursuit of excellence. It all began in the bustling streets of Paris, where you were born into a family with a deep appreciation for art, culture, and fashion.

From a young age, you were fascinated by the world of design, spending hours sketching and creating your own clothing designs. It was a passion that only grew stronger with time, fueled by your insatiable curiosity and desire to leave your mark on the world.

After completing your education in business and fashion design, you set out to make your mark on the fashion industry, determined to carve out a name for yourself in a world dominated by giants. You started small, working for various fashion houses and design firms, honing your skills and learning the ins and outs of the industry.

But it wasn't long before you realized that you were destined for something greater – something that would allow you to unleash your creativity and reshape the landscape of fashion as we know it. And so, armed with nothing but a dream and a burning passion, you set out to create your own fashion empire.

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Louis Vuitton was more than just a fashion brand – it was a symbol of luxury, sophistication, and timeless elegance. From its iconic monogrammed bags to its meticulously crafted ready-to-wear collections, Louis Vuitton had become synonymous with quality and craftsmanship, attracting a loyal following of fashion enthusiasts and celebrities alike.

But as you set out to take the reins of the company, you knew that you wanted to push the boundaries of traditional fashion and usher in a new era of innovation and creativity. You envisioned Louis Vuitton as more than just a luxury brand – it was to be a lifestyle, a statement of individuality and self-expression.

With this vision in mind, you set about reimagining the brand's image, infusing it with a fresh, modern aesthetic that resonated with a new generation of fashion-forward consumers. You collaborated with renowned designers and artists, pushing the boundaries of design and blurring the lines between fashion and art.

From bold, avant-garde runway shows to groundbreaking marketing campaigns, you spared no expense in bringing your vision to life, determined to cement Louis Vuitton's status as a global fashion powerhouse.

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It was at one of your annual fashion shows in Paris that you first crossed paths with Jennie, the charismatic member of Blackpink whose star was on the rise. She had been invited to attend the event as a guest, her presence a testament to her growing influence in the world of fashion and entertainment.

From the moment you met, there was an instant connection between you – a shared passion for art, culture, and of course, fashion. You spent hours discussing your respective careers and aspirations, your conversation flowing effortlessly as you exchanged ideas and insights.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Jennie in a way you had never experienced before, her intelligence and charm captivating you in ways you couldn't explain. It was as though you were kindred spirits, destined to cross paths and leave an indelible mark on each other's lives.

In the days and weeks that followed, your friendship blossomed into something more, your bond deepening with each passing day. You spent countless hours together, exploring the streets of Paris and immersing yourselves in the vibrant culture of the city.

And through it all, Jennie remained a constant source of inspiration and support, encouraging you to pursue your dreams and never settle for anything less than greatness. She believed in you when no one else did, and for that, you would be forever grateful.

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It was at one of Jennie's parties that you first laid eyes on Lisa, the radiant member of Blackpink whose beauty and talent had captured the hearts of millions around the world. She had recently debuted as a solo artist, her star rising higher with each passing day.

As she mingled with the other guests, her presence commanded attention, her confidence and charisma drawing people to her like moths to a flame. You found yourself captivated by her, unable to tear your eyes away as she moved gracefully through the crowd.

You waited for the perfect moment to approach her, watching as she engaged in conversation with other partygoers. When the opportunity presented itself, you made your move, stepping in to introduce yourself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," you said, offering her a warm smile as you extended your hand.

Lisa's eyes lit up in recognition, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she shook your hand. "I know who you are," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "You're the CEO of Louis Vuitton, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her recognition. "That's right," you said. "And you're Lisa from Blackpink. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, your words dancing like poetry as you talked about everything from music to fashion to your shared love of travel. It was as though you had known each other for years, your connection instant and undeniable.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there was an undercurrent of tension between you – a silent longing that neither of you dared to acknowledge. You were both bound by the constraints of your respective careers, your relationship relegated to the shadows for fear of the consequences.

Yet, despite the risks, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards each other – a magnetic force that drew you together with a power that defied logic and reason. And as you danced around the edges of your feelings, tiptoeing around the truth, you knew that you were falling for Lisa in a way you had never thought possible.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Lisa like a moth to a flame, unable to tear yourself away from her magnetic presence. And as you stood together on a balcony overlooking the city lights, your conversation taking on a more intimate tone, you knew that you had found someone special in Lisa – someone worth taking a chance on.

As you stood together on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below, the conversation between you and Lisa took on a more intimate tone. You found yourself opening up to her in a way you hadn't with anyone else, sharing stories and laughter as if you had known each other for years.

"So, tell me more about Louis Vuitton," Lisa said, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "What inspired you to become the CEO?"

You smiled, touched by her curiosity. "Well, it's always been a dream of mine to work in the fashion industry," you explained. "I've always been fascinated by the intersection of art and commerce, and Louis Vuitton represents the pinnacle of luxury and innovation."

Lisa nodded, hanging on to your every word. "That's so cool," she said. "I've always admired your work with the brand. You've really taken it to new heights."

Before you could respond, the door to the balcony swung open, and Jisoo, another member of Blackpink, stepped outside, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of you and Lisa together.

"Lisa!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the balcony. "What are you doing out here?"

You and Lisa exchanged a knowing glance before turning to face Jisoo, trying to suppress your laughter at her over-the-top reaction.

"We're just having a little chat," Lisa replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Jisoo's eyes widened even further, and she gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if she had just witnessed a scandalous affair.

"Oh my god, Lisa, are you flirting with Y/N?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she turned to face the other members of Blackpink, who had gathered at the door to see what all the commotion was about.

"Guys, you won't believe this!" she called out, her voice tinged with mock horror. "Lisa's out here seducing the CEO of Louis Vuitton!"

The other members of Blackpink crowded onto the balcony, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the scene before them. Rosé giggled uncontrollably, while Jennie shook her head in disbelief.

"Lisa, you little minx," Jennie teased, nudging her playfully. "I always knew you had a thing for powerful women."

Lisa rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in her eye as she turned to face you, her lips curling into a sly grin.

"Sorry about that," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "My friends can be a bit... dramatic."

You laughed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at the sight of Lisa's playful demeanor. Despite the teasing from her friends, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, grateful for the chance to spend this time together away from the prying eyes of the public.

As the night wore on, you and Lisa continued to talk and laugh together, the tension between you dissipating with each passing moment. And as you stood together on the balcony, surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of your friends, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special between you and Lisa.

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Despite your hectic schedules, you and Lisa managed to carve out precious moments to spend together. Each date was a chance to escape the pressures of work and fame, to simply enjoy each other's company without the prying eyes of the public.

You took Lisa to some of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, savoring each bite of gourmet cuisine as you talked and laughed late into the night. You explored hidden gems tucked away in the corners of the city, discovering new cafes, bookstores, and parks where you could steal quiet moments away from the chaos of the world.

On one memorable occasion, you surprised Lisa with tickets to a private concert by one of her favorite artists. The look of delight on her face as she realized where you were taking her made all the planning and secrecy worth it. As you stood together in the crowd, swaying to the music under the twinkling lights, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, grateful for the chance to share this experience with someone as special as Lisa.

Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, you and Lisa found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could. Whether it was a stolen kiss in the backseat of a car or a quiet walk through the city streets hand in hand, you cherished each moment you spent together, knowing that your love was worth the risk.

As the months passed, your bond with Lisa grew stronger with each passing day. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, unable to imagine your life without her by your side. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that you wanted to make things official – to ask her to be your girlfriend in the most romantic and unique way possible.

One evening, as you and Lisa sat together on the balcony of your penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling below, you felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through you. You knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for – the moment when you would ask Lisa to be yours in every sense of the word.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Lisa, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to pour your heart out to her.

"Lisa," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've been seeing each other for a while now, and I've loved every moment we've spent together."

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face as she realized what you were about to say.

"You mean...?" she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as she waited for you to continue.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I want to make things official," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach. "Lisa, will you be my girlfriend?"

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes as she threw her arms around you, burying her face in your chest as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against your shirt as she held you tightly.

You laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her enthusiastic response. Pulling back slightly, you cupped her face in your hands, gazing into her eyes with all the love and adoration you felt for her.

"I love you, Lisa," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/N," Lisa replied, her eyes shining with happiness as she leaned in to kiss you tenderly.

As you melted into each other's embrace, surrounded by the soft glow of the city lights, you knew that this was just the beginning of your love story – a story that would continue to unfold in the days, weeks, and years to come, filled with laughter, adventure, and endless moments of love and joy.

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As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were constantly on the lookout for opportunities to expand the brand's reach and influence. You had seen the power of celebrity endorsements firsthand, and you knew that having someone as influential as Lisa as an ambassador could take Louis Vuitton to new heights.

One evening, as you and Lisa cuddled together on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over the room, you broached the subject.

"Hey, Lisa," you began, your voice casual as you traced circles on her arm with your fingertips.

"Yeah?" she replied, her attention still focused on the screen as she snuggled closer to you.

"I was thinking," you continued, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What would you say if I asked you to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

Lisa's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned to look at you.

"Wait, really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "You want me to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of pride at her enthusiastic response. "Yeah, really," you said, your voice softening as you reached out to take her hand in yours. "I know how passionate you are about fashion, and I think you would be the perfect fit for the brand."

Lisa's face lit up with a smile as she squeezed your hand tightly. "Y/N, that's incredible," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I would love to be an ambassador for Louis Vuitton."

You grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you at her excitement. "Great," you said, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face. "Welcome to the Louis Vuitton family, Lisa."

As the two of you cuddled together on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only had you secured a valuable partnership for Louis Vuitton, but you had also brought your girlfriend into the fold, forging a connection that would only serve to strengthen your bond both personally and professionally.

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The Louis Vuitton Fashion Week (LVFW24) in Paris was one of the most anticipated events in the fashion world, drawing celebrities, influencers, and fashionistas from around the globe. As the CEO of Louis Vuitton, you were accustomed to the glitz and glamour of such events, but this year held a special significance for you.

Not only were you showcasing your latest collection on the runway, but you had also orchestrated a surprise for your girlfriend, Lisa, the phenomenal member of Blackpink. You had been secretly dating for about a year now, and you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you by incorporating her into the event in a special way.

As you made your way to the venue, your heart raced with excitement and anticipation. You had been working tirelessly on the new collection, pouring your heart and soul into every design, and you couldn't wait to see the reaction from the audience.

The venue was abuzz with activity as guests mingled and posed for photos on the red carpet. Cameras flashed and voices buzzed with excitement as the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

You scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face, but there was no sign of Lisa. You knew she was attending the event, but you had purposely kept her outfit a secret as part of the surprise.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you made your way backstage to check on the models and make sure everything was running smoothly. The energy backstage was electric, with hairstylists and makeup artists putting the finishing touches on the models' looks and designers making last-minute adjustments to the garments.

As the showtime approached, you took your place backstage, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. The music started, and the first model stepped onto the runway, setting the stage for what promised to be a breathtaking show.

One by one, the models strutted down the runway, showcasing your latest designs with confidence and grace. The audience was captivated, their eyes glued to the runway as they took in the stunning creations.

But as the show reached its climax, there was one final surprise in store. Just as the last model exited the runway, the lights dimmed, and the music changed to a familiar beat.

Suddenly, the giant screens flanking the stage lit up with images of Lisa, her face glowing with a radiant smile as she walked confidently towards the stage. The audience erupted into cheers and applause as they recognized the K-pop star, their excitement palpable in the air.

You felt a surge of pride and excitement as Lisa took her place on the runway, her presence commanding attention as she struck a pose at the end of the catwalk. She was wearing one of your designs – a stunning gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty and elegance.

The screams were deafening as the audience showered Lisa with adoration and praise, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they snapped photos and videos of the iconic moment.

But amidst the chaos and excitement, there was an undeniable tension between you and Lisa – a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy and connection you shared. As you locked eyes with her from across the room, you felt a rush of emotions flood over you – love, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having her in your life.

As the show came to an end, you and Lisa were ushered onto the stage for photos, the flashes of cameras lighting up the room as you posed together for the paparazzi. The chemistry between you was palpable, and fans couldn't help but notice the way you looked at each other – with love and admiration shining in your eyes.

As the night wore on, the photos and videos from the event began to circulate online, igniting a frenzy of speculation and excitement among fans. They couldn't help but notice the intimate moments between you and Lisa, and soon, social media was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship.

But amidst the chaos and speculation, there was one thing that remained constant – the undeniable love and connection you shared with Lisa. And as you held her hand tightly in yours, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, you knew that your love for each other was stronger than ever before.

🌟 Y/N stole the show at LVFW24 with their breathtaking collection! From runway to CEO, they're a force to be reckoned with. 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

🌟 Did anyone else notice the sparks flying between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24? 🔥 The way they look at each other is giving us all the feels! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

@YNCeles: Y/N absolutely killed it at LVFW24! Her designs were pure perfection, and I couldn't be prouder to be a fan! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@YNismine: Can we take a moment to appreciate Y/N's dedication and passion for fashion? She is truly a visionary in the industry! 🙌 #FashionIcon #LVFW24

@YNCpla: Y/N's collection at LVFW24 has left me speechless! Her talent knows no bounds, and I'm in awe of everything she creates! 🌟 #YNSlayed #LVFW24

@LISALegendary: Lisa looked like an absolute goddess at LVFW24! Her runway walk was flawless, and she owned every moment on that stage! 🌟 #LisaQueen #LVFW24

@LISAicon: Lisa's presence at LVFW24 was everything! She exudes confidence and charisma like no other, and I'm so proud to be her fan! 💖 #LisaManoban #LVFW24

@coollisa: Lisa's performance at LVFW24 was nothing short of iconic! She's a true superstar, and I'm so grateful to be able to support her! 🌟 #LisaLegend #LVFW24

@YLisaUniverse: The tension between Y/N and Lisa at LVFW24 is undeniable! 🔥 They're the ultimate power couple, and I'm here for it! 🌟 #YLisa #LVFW24

@ynandlisa: Can we talk about the way Y/N and Lisa looked at each other at LVFW24? It's like they have their own little universe! 🌌💖 #YLisa #LVFW24

@lisaisY/n’s: Y/N and Lisa are giving us all the feels at LVFW24! Their love and chemistry are off the charts, and I'm living for it! 🥺💕 #YLisa #LVFW24

Together, you and Lisa had weathered the storms of fame and fortune, emerging stronger and more united than ever before. And as you looked towards the future, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love – not even the bright lights of Paris or the prying eyes of the world.

[brookghaib-blog]

Whispers of the past pt.11

Pairing: Hoshina Sohiro x reader

Summary: 10 years ago, Y/N went missing after being attacked by a kaiju, now working by Gen Narumi's side as his secret weapon, she hides herself in hopes that one day she reconnects with her first love, Hoshino Soshiro.

pt.10 - pt.12

Y/N's pov:

The battlefield was quiet, the sounds of battle long since faded. I sat atop the massive corpse of the kaiju I had just defeated, my new scythe resting against my shoulder. The first light of dawn was breaking over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the scene. The air was still, carrying the scent of earth and the faint metallic tang of blood.

I wiped the sweat from my brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction. This was the first mission where I had used my scythe exclusively, not once relying on my kaiju form. The weapon had felt like an extension of myself, moving fluidly with my every motion. It was a testament to Narumi’s insight and the skill of the craftsmen who had made it.

As I sat there, catching my breath and watching the sunrise, I heard footsteps approaching. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Narumi’s presence was unmistakable, a steady and comforting force amidst the chaos.

He climbed up and sat beside me, both of us gazing out at the rising sun in silence. For a while, we just sat there, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over us. The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange, a stark contrast to the destruction that lay around us.

After a while, I broke the silence. "If there was a world without kaijus, what do you think you would be doing?"

Narumi turned to look at me, his expression thoughtful. "A world without kaijus, huh? That's a tough one. I’ve been fighting them for so long, it’s hard to imagine life without them."

I nodded, understanding completely. The fight against kaijus had defined so much of our lives. "I’ve thought about it a lot," I admitted. "What it would be like to live in a world where we didn’t have to fight, where we didn’t have to lose so much."

He sighed, leaning back on his hands. "Honestly, I’d probably be a professional gamer. I mean, I'm pretty good at them."

I laughed, the image of Narumi as a professional gamer suiting him in an unexpected way. "I can see that. You’d probably be the best in Japan."

He chuckled softly. "I’d give it my best shot. But I guess it’s the same thing, in a way. Trying to be the best, pushing myself to new limits."

"And what about you?" he asked, his eyes curious. "What would you do in a world without kaijus?"

I paused, considering the question. "A cientist, that was the dream. But right now, all I can think about is slaying every kaiju that ever appears. I want to make the world a safer place, so no mother would be without her kids, no kid would be without their mothers."

Narumi looked at me, his eyes serious. "You’re already making a difference, Y/N. You’re one of the best fighters we have. You’re strong, capable, and you have a heart that won’t quit."

His words touched me deeply. "Thank you, Narumi. That means a lot, coming from you."

We sat there in silence again, watching the sun climb higher in the sky. The light grew brighter, washing away the shadows of the night. I felt a sense of calm settle over me, a rare moment of peace in our tumultuous lives.

"I know it’s hard," Narumi said after a while. "But we’re making progress. Every kaiju we defeat brings us one step closer to that safer world."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "And I won’t stop until we get there. No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it gets. I’ll keep fighting."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "And you won’t be alone. We’ll fight together, side by side."

I looked at him, grateful for his unwavering support. "Together," I echoed, feeling a surge of hope.

As the sun rose fully, bathing the world in light, I felt a sense of resolve solidify within me. This fight was far from over, but with allies like Narumi by my side, I knew we could face whatever came our way.

We climbed down from the kaiju’s corpse and started making our way back to the team. The battlefield was littered with the remains of the creatures we had fought, but there was also a sense of victory in the air. We had won this battle, and we would continue to win, one fight at a time.

"Come on," Narumi said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Let’s go report back and get some rest. We’ve earned it."

--

"Y/N, I need you to read this."

I took the report, noticing the Third Division's emblem on the cover. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Soshiro. Since our last encounter, I had tried to focus solely on my duties, burying the pain of his betrayal deep within me.

"What's this about?" I asked, flipping through the pages.

"It's a report on the last mission in the Third Division," Narumi explained. "Two new recruits fought what we now call Kaiju No. 9. He was disguised as a human, part of the cleaning team. But that's not the strangest part."

I paused, my interest piqued. "What else happened?"

Narumi leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "Kaiju No. 8 fought against Kaiju No. 9."

I looked up, startled. "Kaijus fighting each other? That's never happened before."

"Exactly," Narumi said, nodding. "There’s no memory or record of kaijus engaging in combat with each other. It's unprecedented."

I continued reading, my eyes scanning the detailed accounts of the battle. It was clear that Kaiju No. 9 was a formidable opponent, but the fact that another kaiju had fought against it was baffling.

"And there's more," Narumi added. "Soshiro fought against Kaiju No. 8, but it managed to escape. Its behavior was...odd, almost human."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "You think there might be other humans like me, transformed into kaijus?"

Narumi's gaze was steady. "It's a possibility. The way Kaiju No. 8 fought, the strategic thinking, the hesitation—it all suggests a level of intelligence and emotion that’s unusual for kaijus. It's not just mindless destruction."

I took a deep breath, absorbing the implications. "If there are others like me, we need to find them. Understand them."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Narumi said, his tone serious. "Your experience, your insights—they're invaluable. We need to be prepared for the possibility that there are more like you out there, struggling with their new identities."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "I'll do whatever it takes to help. If there are others like me, we need to find a way to reach them, to understand their situation."

Narumi handed me another document, this one detailing the Kaiju No. 8’s known movements and behavioral patterns. "I’m assigning you to a special task force to investigate this further. Your primary objective will be to gather as much information as possible on Kaiju No. 8 and any other potential human-kaiju hybrids."

"Is this your way of requesting me to go investigate the Third Division, Captain?"

Narumi lowered his head. "I don't like giving you this mission, but your living an unique experience, we have no collection of other person like you until kaiju n8 exposed this behaviour, I know, and you know too, that you would be the only officer in here able to detect something, if there's someone with your same condition, the kaiju in you will detect it. You are with us, but there's nothing that could prove that all of your kind have the same ideologies as you, if you request me, I'll go with you, but if you need more that one day to detect something, you know I can't stay away from that long."

I sighed, I knew I needed to do it, it's not like I could turn something like this down simply because of a person I didn't feel like seeing, we work under the same organizition, I knew I would see him eventually anyway. "Of course, there's no need Captain, they are colleagues now, in case of danger, I'll always be protected, the general declared me as an officer, they can't go against him anyway."

He got up from his chair, now facing me, he walk around the table, handing me the documents. "You'll call me everytime something happens, even if something personal, I'll be there as fast as possible if needed, it'll get easier with time to face some challenges, but I really need you to think as an officer, Kaiju n8 is to strong, if he's a turned human in the wrong side, we need to go after him as soon as we find him."

Looking in his eyes, I knew he was worried, but I was happy, he was finally treating as an offcier.

--

Arriving at the Third Division base unannounced, I felt a sense of unease settle in my stomach. The building was imposing, a fortress of discipline and strength. As I walked through the entrance, the bustling activity of the base reminded me of the First Division. Soldiers and officers moved with purpose, their eyes sharp and focused.

I made my way to the captain's office, my mind racing with thoughts of the mission ahead. I needed to gather as much information as possible about Kaiju No. 8. The possibility that there were other human-kaiju hybrids like me was too important to ignore.

Captain Ashiru greeted me with a nod as I entered her office. Her presence was commanding, her eyes sharp and calculating. "Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I’m here on a mission, Captain Ashiru" I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "I need information about Kaiju No. 8. Anything you can tell me would be helpful. There are suspitions from your last report, we need to investigate your base, the behaviour that was written was very peculiar for a kaiju, sure you are more than aware of that. "

Ashiru leaned back in her chair, considering my request. "Kaiju No. 8, you say? It's an unusual case. You’re in luck, though. We've had more than one of our officers to encounter with it."

"I'm aware, Captai Narumi assigned me to come here for that, I need a description," I continued, "something that could help me identify it and understand its behavior, my captain thinks it may be a species like me, if that, we need to find it, since your base was the first one with an interaction we will start from here."

Ashiru nodded. "You could interview Captain Hoshina. He fought Kaiju No. 8 directly. You should also speak with our new recruits, Ichikawa and Furuhashi. They were attacked by another kaiju, however kaiju n8 seemed to helped them, didn't even make a move towards them."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead. "I’ll interview all of them. Since they interacted with the kaiju at different times, they might have different information."

Ashiru smiled approvingly. "Good approach. Gather all the intel you can. And be careful. This kaiju is unlike any we've seen before."

With a nod, I left her office and headed toward the infirmary. As I walked through the halls, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and dread.

In the infirmary, I found Ichikawa and Furuhashi resting in their beds, their injuries from the recent battle still evident. Ichikawa looked up as I approached, his expression curious.

I sat on a near chair, introducing myself.

"Y/N from the First Division?" he asked, a hint of recognition in his voice.

"That's right," I replied. "I need to ask you both about your encounter with Kaiju No. 8. Can you describe what happened?"

Furuhashi sat up slightly, wincing in pain. "It was…strange. The kaiju that attacked us looked like a human at first. It was part of the cleaning team. But when it transformed, it was like nothing I’d ever seen. Kaiju n8 saved us, if it hadn't appear, we would be probably dead."

Ichikawa nodded in agreement. "It had this…intelligence. It fought strategically, not just with brute force. It was almost like it knew what we were going to do before we did it."

I took notes, my mind racing with possibilities. "But Kaiju n8?Did it say anything? Any behavior that seemed…human?"

Furuhashi shook his head. "Not really. But there was a moment when it hesitated. Like it was…conflicted."

Ichikawa added, "Why are you investigating that Kaiju?"

"I'm afraid that is not an information I could say to you, if that's all you can provide me, excuse me."

I thanked them for their information and left the infirmary, my thoughts swirling. If Kaiju No. 8 was indeed a human-kaiju hybrid, its hesitation and strategic thinking made sense. I still had no physical description of the other kaiju, but could it be the same one that attacked me before. It's so strange the sudden appearance and disappearance.

Next, I needed to find Soshiro. The thought of seeing him again made my heart clench, but I pushed the feeling aside. This was for the mission.

Searching the base, I found Soshiro in the training area, practicing his sword techniques with precision. He looked up as I approached, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Y/N," he looked at me, I couldn't read his eyes.

"I need to talk to you about Kaiju No. 8," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Captain Ashiru suggested you might have information that could help."

He sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat from his brow. "I fought it recently. It's unlike any kaiju I've ever faced."

"Can you describe it?" I asked, trying to ignore the tension between us.

Soshiro nodded. "It fought with intelligence and precision. It was almost…human in its tactics. There was a moment when it seemed to recognize me. It hesitated, like it was trying to decide whether to fight or flee. He didn't attacked just dodged the attacks and aimed my weapons, never me."

I took notes, my mind racing with the implications. "Did it say anything? Any behavior that seemed familiar?"

Soshiro hesitated, then shook his head. "No. But its behavior was…not kaiju-like."

So everyone had basically the same informations, this was going nowhere for now.

I thanked him for the information and turned to leave, feeling the weight of the past and the present colliding. Just as I was about to exit the training area, I heard Soshiro call after me.

"Y/N, wait."

I stopped, my heart pounding. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. Not now, not ever. I turned around slowly, my face a mask of indifference. "What is it?"

He took a step closer, his eyes filled with regret. "I…I want to apologize. For everything."

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my emotions in check. "We are colleagues now, Vice-Captain Hoshina. So please, behave yourself."

He winced at my words, the pain evident in his eyes. "I know I hurt you. I made a mistake, and I regret it every day."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Your regret doesn't change what you did. Please go on with our day, that chapter is closed."

He took another step closer, his voice filled with desperation. "Y/N, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought that I was doing the right thing, I searched years for you, I thought that maybe you were dead, 10 years and I found you by purely coincidence, it cannot be a coincidence my love, Y/N please."

I shook my head, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. "You thought betraying me was the right thing to do? You used my trust, my love against me."

Soshiro reached out, but I stepped back, putting distance between us. "I know I can't change the past. But I want to make things right. Please, give me a chance to explain."

I looked at him, the man I had once loved, now a stranger with regret in his eyes. "There's nothing left to explain, Soshiro. You made your choice. Now I have to live with the consequences."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Y/N, I—"

I cut him off, my voice cold and detached. "We're colleagues now. Nothing more. So, please, behave yourself."

Soshiro's initial regret turned into anger as he stared at me, his eyes blazing. "Why didn't you come to me sooner, Y/N? You knew where I was. I've been quite famous due to my job and position. Why didn't you reach out?"

I felt a surge of pain and anger well up inside me. "I was scared, Soshiro. Scared that you would do exactly what you did. That you would see me as a kaiju and not as your Y/N."

He shook his head, his expression twisted with frustration. "It's because of him, isn't it?"

I blinked, genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

His anger seemed to intensify, his fists clenching at his sides. "I know for a fact you love me more, Y/N. You wouldn't have given yourself to me if you didn't. Even after being with him, the moment I appeared, you didn't hesitate. Why would you be with him?"

My heart raced as I tried to piece together what he was saying. "Who are you talking about, Soshiro?"

He stepped closer, his voice low and filled with accusation. "Narumi. I saw you two kissing in the bar. You were with him, and you didn't even remember it, did you?"

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I didn't remember that at all. Panic welled up inside me as I struggled to recall the events. "Soshiro, I…What are you saying, me and Narumi, we're friends and co-workers…"

His eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and anger. "You were with him, Y/N. You chose him over me. You let him into your life, into your heart. Did you gave up on me?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of his words hit me. "Soshiro, it wasn't like that. I never gave up on nothing, after what you did, you want me to feel guilty?"

He scoffed, shaking his head. "You don't get it, do you? You moved on. You chose him. And now you stand here, telling me to behave myself like we never had anything."

I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "You don't get to turn this on me, Soshiro. You betrayed me. You used my trust against me. How was I supposed to know you wouldn't see me as a monster? Which you did."

He took a step back, his expression pained. "Because I loved you, Y/N. I still do."

I wiped away my tears, my voice trembling. " You proved my fears right. You saw me as a kaiju, not as the woman you loved."

Soshiro's anger seemed to deflate, replaced by a deep sadness. "I…I didn't know what else to do. I thought I was protecting everyone."

I shook my head, feeling a deep ache in my chest. "Protecting everyone? What about me? How could you think that was the right thing to do?"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with regret. "I was scared too, Y/N. Scared of losing you, scared of what you had become."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "We are colleagues. Nothing more. I need to focus on the mission."

He reached out as if to touch me, but I stepped back, putting distance between us. "Y/N, please…"

I shook my head, my voice firm. "No. This conversation is over."

[beatmyfeet]

She gives the orders I give the pleasure

Camille and Marc met at a casual get-together among friends. Both were drawn to the other's genuineness and simplicity. Love blossomed organically between them, and it wasn’t long before they decided to embark on the journey of shared life.

Initially, their relationship followed a more traditional dynamic. Camille handled household duties, while Marc, more often away due to his job, played the role of the primary financial provider. However, as years passed, Camille climbed the rungs in her professional field, emerging as a dominant figure. She possessed not only astute strategic vision but also a knack for balanced and wise decision-making.

On the flip side, Marc began to feel the weight of the constant pressures from his job. He started exploring his passions, notably cooking and the arts. He found immense joy in pampering Camille, surprising her with gourmet meals, and creating a cozy ambiance at home.

One evening, amid a deep discussion about the future and their aspirations, Camille broached the idea of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR). She had never considered it before, but the concept oddly seemed to align with the natural evolution of their relationship. Marc, always open-minded and inquisitive, was keen to explore this dynamic.

The shift wasn’t immediate. They had to navigate through their insecurities, fears, and societal stereotypes. Yet, from their dialogues emerged a mantra: "She gives the orders, I give the pleasure." For Camille, this meant she could lead their relationship drawing from her insight and intuition. For Marc, it indicated an opportunity to discover his strength in delivering joy and comfort to Camille’s life.

Camille found a distinct liberation in this new dynamic. She felt empowered, knowing Marc stood by her, not as a mere follower but as a partner celebrating her lead. Marc, in turn, experienced deep satisfaction in dedicating himself to Camille’s well-being, deriving joy from the minutest details, from romantic surprises to intimate moments shared.

Their friends and family were taken aback by this shift. While some were skeptical, others were in awe. But for Camille and Marc, the FLR dynamic wasn't about a power play but a genuine exploration of individual strengths.

Their story stands as a testament that love doesn’t conform to a single mold. Every couple can define their own dynamic, in tune with their desires, aspirations, and personal growth. For Camille and Marc, "She gives the orders, I give the pleasure" wasn’t just a mantra—it was a reflection of a bond built on mutual respect, trust, and admiration.

She Gives the Orders, I Give the Pleasure: Dynamics of a Female-Led Relationship

In the realm of relationships, myriad dynamics exist. From traditional to modern, every couple establishes a rhythm that harmonizes with their individual personalities. Among these diverse dynamics is the Female-Led Relationship (FLR), where traditional roles are often flipped or rearranged, carving a unique space of mutual respect and understanding. At the heart of this dynamic, you'll often find a mantra of sorts: "She gives the orders, I give the pleasure."

At first glance, this may seem like a simple exchange of roles, but beneath the surface, it is far more intricate.

She Gives the Orders

An FLR is defined not by dominance, but by leadership. The woman in such a relationship takes on the primary decision-making role. This isn't about superiority, but about trust. The man trusts her judgment, her wisdom, and her insight. She may determine the financial strategy of the household, make major life decisions, or even establish certain rules or boundaries in the relationship.

But let's be clear, her role is not about imposing dictatorship. It's about navigating the relationship ship through life's vast ocean, steering clear of tempests and ensuring both reach their desired haven. The man isn’t rendered powerless or voiceless; he has entrusted her with this leadership, finding solace in her capability.

I Give the Pleasure

This is not merely a reference to the physical. Pleasure, in this context, is multifaceted. It refers to emotional, mental, and physical contentment. The man’s primary focus is on ensuring her happiness, her well-being, and her satisfaction. This dedication doesn't diminish him but rather empowers him. His strength is showcased in his ability to cater, understand, and respond to her needs and desires. In doing so, he often finds his own fulfillment.

The pleasure aspect is a symphony of acts - from understanding her emotions, supporting her ambitions, to even those intimate moments shared. It's about creating a space of absolute comfort and ensuring she feels valued, cherished, and adored.

Mutual Growth and Understanding

An FLR, like any other relationship, thrives on mutual respect and understanding. "She gives the orders, I give the pleasure" isn’t about one side having an upper hand. It's about playing to each other's strengths, understanding each other's roles, and growing together as partners.

In society, this dynamic might challenge conventional relationship norms. But love is not confined by convention. It is defined by the people in it and the joy they derive from it. For those in a female-led relationship, this unique dynamic offers a space where both can flourish, guided by trust and mutual admiration.

In conclusion, an FLR is not a challenge to the norms but a testament to the versatility of love and relationships. In a world that continues to evolve, relationships, too, adapt, finding new ways to express love, trust, and commitment.

[spiralingthoughtpost]

Vedic Astrology Observations: “boy of the month” and possible generational preferences for men

In Vedic astrology, Jupiter, also known as 'Guru' or 'Brihaspati', stands as a towering figure representing wisdom, expansion, and prosperity. This celestial body is closely linked with both the spiritual and material realms, often regarded as a harbinger of positive and beneficial influences. Individuals under the strong sway of Jupiter in their astrological charts are a source of deep fascination. These Jupiter-dominant natives mirror the quintessential attributes associated with this planet, displaying an intriguing blend of personality traits, physical characteristics, and distinctive energy patterns. A closer examination of these individuals offers a rich look into how Jupiter's expansive and nurturing energy takes form in human life. This journey of understanding not only unravels the myriad ways in which Jupiter's influence manifests but also deepens our comprehension of the overarching impact of such planetary forces. It's a testament to the profound and subtle ways in which cosmic entities like Jupiter shape and define our existence and traits through the perspective of Jyotisha.

When discussing ‘Jupiter dominant men’, we delve into the sphere of individuals whose astrological kundli (birth chart) is markedly influenced by Jupiter. This dominant influence of Jupiter is discernible in the chart through its strong presence in the native's primary nakshatras and its overall potency and prominence. For instance, this can be seen in individuals who have key placements (such as the sun, moon, or ascendant) in a nakshatra governed by Jupiter, such as Punarvasu, Vishaka, or Purva Bhadrapada. Each of these nakshatras imparts a distinctive essence to the overarching Jupiterian influence with their one rich expression.

Taking Purva Bhadrapada as an example, men born under this nakshatra often display a conflict between polarities of good and evil, coupled with an innate uncontrolled expansiveness in their nature. This often manifests as a subtle but pronounced fierceness and contradictory character, traits that distinguish them from other Jupiter-influenced placements. Across the board, Jupiter-dominant men typically exude a nurturing yet masculine energy, characterized by deep understanding and emotional sensitivity. They typically exhibit an expansive outlook and a pattern of philanthropy, combined with a philosophical mindset. They are often perceived as seekers of wisdom, truth, and expansion, attracting others with their insightful and optimistic nature. In terms of masculinity, Jupiter-dominant men often stand apart from conventional archetypes, thanks to their refined wisdom and nourishing disposition, which tends to favor emotional intimacy and commitment over sexual gratification. Their presence often serves to challenge traditional perceptions of masculinity, adding a richer dimension to the male archetype and leading them to have their sexuality questioned.

The evolving media portrayal of 'Jupiter men' in recent times, especially through the 'boy of the month' archetype that I’ve noticed, signals a significant shift in widespread cultural perceptions of masculinity. This new ‘boy of the month’ archetype, which focuses on elevating a man as being a highly desirable heart throb based on his representation in popular media, has traditionally spotlighted men with more conventional attributes. Examples include the sun-dominant Michael B. Jordan, Sun-dominant Chris Hemsworth, Rahu-dominant Chris Evans, and Moon-dominant Henry Cavill, who embody traits like stoicism, womanizing charm, or a cold, detached and mysterious allure.

However, I’ve noticed a change has been occurring. The archetype is gradually moving away from these typically glamorized hyper-masculine traits and instead highlighting qualities traditionally seen as feminine, including a nurturing passivity, especially in romantic contexts, bringing a new type appreciation for men that embody these characteristics, which are mostly Moon men and Jupiter men. The allure of Moon men, such as Henry Cavill, Christian Bale, Leonardo DiCaprio, Harry Styles, Tom Hiddleston, etc. has always been somewhat recognized, given their mysterious and emotional appeal from their understanding of women. But, it is the rising prominence of Jupiter men that stands out as being particularly noteworthy to me.

In 2023, an overwhelming majority of men popularized in media - over 80% - have been Jupiter men. This is a stark contrast to earlier representations, where Jupiter men like Will Ferrell, Robert De Niro, Jack Black, Michael Cera, Elijah Wood, and so on who were often depicted as being sexually awkward and comically fatherly, becoming targets for abuse and judgment from most other men that aspire to be like Sun and Rahu dominant men. This trend suggests a broader societal move towards redefining masculine ideals, moving away from traditional archetypes and towards a more balanced, inclusive understanding of masculinity that embraces emotional depth, wisdom, and nurturing qualities and showcasing newfound acceptance and even admiration for these men. Jupiter men such as Tom Blyth, Timothee Chalamet, Logan Lerman, Dylan O’Brien, Jacob Elordi, Nicholas Galitzine, Sam Claflin, Drew Starkey, Will Smith, Cody Fern, Andrew Garfield, and Barry Keoghan, once sidelined, are now at the forefront redefining standards for a new Ideal.

Overall, this might be reflective of a larger societal yearning for hope and direction in turbulent times. In a world where uncertainty seems to be the only constant, the qualities of a 'Jupiter man' – wisdom, optimism, forgiveness, comfort, and an inclusive view of life – might be particularly appealing, especially to younger generations who have witnessed the effects of turbulent times and traditionally masculine ways of dealing with them. It's a reminder of the human tendency to look for guiding principles and figures who embody things we yearn for as a collective society.

[warabidakihime]

Vicious Deceptions

Character: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x Actress!Reader | hollywood au Synopsis: Cunning minds entwined, weaving a web of treachery and desire. In a world of secrets and hidden intentions, their love became a tapestry of vicious deceptions.

Content warning: adultery, smut, profanities. minors dni.

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The news of your movie's blockbuster success spread quickly, and the anticipation for the sequel soared. You, a renowned actress, and Toji Fushiguro, a confident and cool-headed actor, were in the middle of a script-reading session with your co-stars, preparing for the shoot that would begin in three days.

As you read your script, you felt a blush creep up your cheeks when Toji, sitting beside you, subtly moved closer. His mischievous grin hinted at something beyond the innocent facade you both presented to the world.

Pointing to a particular scene, Toji's eyes sparkled.

"It looks like we have a steamy shower scene coming up," Toji remarked, his voice bold and teasing. He knew exactly how to push your buttons and enjoyed the playful banter you shared.

Your eyes widened momentarily, betraying your interest in the intimate scene. You quickly composed yourself and responded with a clever retort.

"Quit acting as if this will be your first time doing a shower sex scene."

Toji chuckled, locking eyes with you.

"I'm not. I'm just excited. I can't wait to shoot this scene with you, Y/N. I can't wait to smack that ass in front of everybody."

"Focus on your script," you said, and for some reason, that was enough to appease your big brute of a leading man.

Your exchanges danced on the fine line between professional camaraderie and subtle seduction. Only the two of you were aware of the charged undercurrent, concealed from your co-stars, the staff, and the prying eyes of the media.

As the script reading continued, you and Toji engaged in insightful conversations that seamlessly intertwined with your characters' dynamics. You traded witty banter, your words carrying double meanings that hinted at a deeper connection.

Your interactions sparked curiosity among those around you, whispering of an off-screen chemistry that exceeded the boundaries of your roles.

Your gazes would occasionally meet, exchanging unspoken promises and shared secrets. The tantalizing prospect of bringing your hidden desires to life on the silver screen left both of you eager for the upcoming shoot.

As the session came to a close, the bustling energy of the studio began to subside. The other cast members bid their farewells, disappearing into the corridors one by one. With a gentle smile, you excused yourself, knowing that a whirlwind of magazine shoots and interviews awaited you.

Slipping away from the crowd, you found Toji waiting, his expression a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Glancing around to ensure no prying eyes lingered, you approached Toji with a knowing glint in your eye.

"See you later. Text me."

Toji smirked. "So bossy."

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, earning a chuckle from him and a resigned sigh.

"I know, I know. You know where to find me anyway; I gave you the passcode to my other penthouse, right?"

You chuckled sultrily.

"Of course you did. Now, goodbye. Let's talk later."

With one last lingering gaze, you both went your separate ways, diving headfirst into the demands of your busy schedules. The weeks flew by in a whirlwind of commitments, each day bringing you closer to the highly anticipated live premiere of your movie.

*

The red carpet stretched like a scarlet river, leading to the grand entrance of the premiere venue. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing the splendor of the moment. There you stood, a vision in your elegant gown, each step a testament to your confidence and grace.

Beside you, Toji exuded dashing charm in his tailored suit, his ruggedly handsome appeal drawing whispers of admiration from the crowd. As you walked the red carpet together, your co-stars added to the aura, each radiating their own unique charm.

Amid the sea of well-wishers and photographers, your husband stood by your side, his presence not escaping Toji's notice.

Though masked by a smile, a hint of disappointment and jealousy flickered in Toji's eyes. You had promised him that you would leave your husband to be with him, but life's complexities had delayed the fulfillment of that promise.

Engaging in light banter, you navigated the crowd, stealing glances at Toji, who effortlessly mingled with guests and media alike. His charisma seemed to enchant those around him, amplifying the excitement of the premiere.

As the evening progressed, anticipation mounted as the cast and crew took their seats in the opulent theater. Sitting beside Toji, the proximity sparked an intoxicating tension.

With a hushed voice, he lamented, "It's a shame, isn't it? Our characters share such undeniable chemistry on screen, yet the same can't be said for our off-screen circumstances."

You met his gaze, intertwining your fingers subtly. "Patience, Toji. Between us, I'm yours."

Toji pouted, a rare sight, yet in your presence, he revealed new facets of himself. "Divorce the doofus already." 

You chuckled, "Let's enjoy the movie for now."

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the film. As the familiar opening sequence unfolded, the tension between your characters came alive on screen.

And as you watched the story unfold, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Toji, both on and off the silver screen.

*

The film enchanted everyone in the theater.

The undeniable chemistry between your characters pulsed through the theater. Throughout the movie, both you and Toji felt a strong sense of pride within yourselves, as the two of you were ecstatic and relieved that you were able to give your characters more justice than you did in the first installment of the franchise.

Following the electrifying premiere, the theater crackled with anticipation and jubilation. Cast, crew, and insiders alike mingled, basking in the triumph of the film.

Amidst it all, Toji's gaze found yours, a glint of mischief sparkling in his eyes.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he leaned casually against a nearby wall, observing as you discreetly excused yourself from the group. Your husband, engrossed in conversation with your co-stars, remained oblivious to the brewing tension between you and your on-screen partner.

Taking a deep breath, a surge of audacity propelled you forward as you reached for Toji's hand.

"Toji, I need a moment. Come with me." 

Arching an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips, Toji quipped, "Oh? And what mischief are you plotting now?"

With little time for preamble, you tugged him along assertively and led him backstage.

"Just come."

With your hand firmly in his, you guided Toji through the maze of hallways until you reached your dressing room. The anticipation hung thick in the air as you stepped inside, the door closing behind you, except you failed to close it all the way.

So whatever moment you'll be having with Toji, it can be easily detected by anyone who passes by the area.

Without wasting a moment, you settled on top of your vanity table, your gaze fixed on Toji with a sultry intensity. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement dancing within them, as he realized the intent behind your actions.

You beckoned him closer, your legs wrapping securely around his waist and drawing him in.

The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of you as you felt his arms encircle your body, his touch both possessive and tender.

In the charged silence, Toji's voice broke through, filled with a mix of anticipation and mischief.

"What if somebody walks in on us?"

He says that, but he's already leaning toward your inviting lips while his other hand is holding the zipper of your gown. Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and reeled him in for a heated kiss, holding little to no regard to the possibility of getting caught.

Of course, Toji was more than happy to oblige and responded to your advances enthusiastically.

In that intimate space, you both embraced the reckless abandon of the moment, knowing that the world outside those walls could never comprehend the intensity of your connection.

"Toji--" you moaned in his mouth as you felt his grabby hands caressing your sides and squeezing your supple skin. In return, you slide your hands up and down his sturdy chest, shamelessly feeling his abs through his silky dress shirt.

Toji's husky voice contributed to the music being made in that tiny room as he spoke, "You picked this skimpy dress to tease me, didn't you?"

"Did it work?" you responded cheekily, which earned you a dark chuckle from him.

"I wanted nothing more than to bend you over and take you right there and then, the moment I saw you emerge from your limousine."

"What stopped you?" You asked him

"Your husband killed my boner. I didn’t even know you were bringing him along."

You let out a sultry chuckle as you began to grind your hips against his, purposefully tempting his flaccid cock to spring back to life.

"We can't have that now, can we?"

A wicked smile played on Toji's lips, reveling in your audacious nature and feeling his desire grow stronger.

"Absolutely not."

In the dimly lit room, Toji and you shed your clothes with an eager urgency. Every garment fell to the floor, revealing your naked bodies to each other. Your eyes locked, filled with desire and longing. You closed the distance between you, your bodies pressing together.

The heat of your skin ignited a fire within, intensifying the need for each other. There were no inhibitions, only the raw passion that enveloped the room.

Your hands explored, fingers tracing every curve and dip, igniting shivers of pleasure. Each touch sent waves of electricity through your bodies, heightening the intensity of your desire. Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull between you.

Breathless and desperate for more, you locked eyes with him, pleading silently for him to take you to greater heights of pleasure.

"Please, Toji," you whimpered, your voice filled with need.

Toji's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he reveled in the power he held over you.

His voice dripped with playful teasing as he responded, "What's the magic word?"

The teasing only fueled your need, making the anticipation unbearable. But you knew deep down that the wait would be worth it and that Toji's mastery of seduction would lead to a culmination of ecstasy unlike anything you had experienced before.

"Toji~ I don't have time for this."

The man towering over you could only chuckle in amusement, "You're such a brat."

Despite what he said, he immediately adhered to your request and placed his throbbing cock at your entrance, and then he slowly let himself in, filling you nicely and snugly.

Each thrust felt more incredible than the last. The sensations overwhelmed you, evident in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips and the expression of bliss on your face.

You continued to cling to Toji as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. Moans, profanities, and loads of skin-slapping filled your tiny dressing room.

You were so lost in your little world that you didn't even notice your horrified husband watching from outside.

Normally, you would have been filled with horror and embarrassment, but an unexplained boldness washed over you. Instead of feeling shame or shock, you met your husband's gaze with a cold, unwavering expression.

Toji was right.

It’s high time you end things with your husband and finally be with him. You made a mental note to yourself that, after this, you would deal with your husband once and for all.

Time seemed to stretch as your husband continued to look at you and Toji, his eyes widening with surprise, and you could've sworn you saw tears stream down his face.

Obviously heartbroken by your blatant betrayal, but you remained undeterred, focusing solely on Toji and continuing to lavish him with your undivided attention.

With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, you even went so far as to put on a captivating display.

And of course, Toji loved your little ploy.

A sly grin spread across his face as he decided to play along.

"Tell me, Y/N, who's making you feel good right now? Hmm? Answer me."

Your response was a fervent moan that escaped your lips.

"It's you."

A teasing glint danced in Toji's eyes as he continued to ravish you, his voice laced with desire.

"And what's my name, darling?"

"Toji," you moaned.

Toji rewarded your response with a playful smack on your ass, eliciting another intoxicating sound from you.

"Good girl."

That was the last straw.

With a shake of his head, your husband left the scene, but none of you were in the mood to care as the both of you were so invested in each other.

Toji's voice was filled with desire as he commented, "You're still so tight for me. Fuck."

You were unable to form coherent words in response, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Your focus was solely on the sensations coursing through your body, leaving little room for anything else.

He ran his hands along your sides, igniting shivers and goosebumps along your skin.

"You're doing so well," he praised, his touch adding to the intensity of the moment.

The pleasure was building rapidly, and then finally, that hot coil you've been feeling from within shot throughout your body, sending you into overdrive.

To enhance your climax, Toji increased the pace, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. Every movement brought you closer to a mind-numbing state of ecstasy.

-

Later that night, after a few more rounds, Toji drove you home, a satisfied and triumphant smile adorning his face. The energy between you two was still electric, and the intensity of the night lingered in the air.

Upon entering the house, you were met with a somber sight. Your husband sat on the sofa, hunched over, his body language reflecting the weight of his emotions.

It was clear that he had been drinking and crying.

For a few seconds, you observed him, your expression void of any semblance of guilt or shame. In actuality, you're looking at him right now with pure disdain and maybe even disgust. 

The weight of your decision lingered in the air, as you knew what you needed to do.

Silently, you retreated to your bedroom, retrieving the divorce papers carefully stashed in your side of the closet. Each step resonated with resolve; your mind was steadfast in its decision.

Returning to the living room, you stood before your husband, the papers clenched in your hand. With a deliberate gesture, you slammed the documents on the coffee table.

Your voice rang out with finality.

"My signature is already there. I trust you'll have it signed by tomorrow. Good night."

With those words lingering in the air, you turned away to get ready for bed, but as you were walking towards the bedroom, you heard your husband mutter under his breath, "Whore."

With a smug smirk on your face as you continue to march back to your soon-to-be former shared bedroom, you responded in a sing-song manner:

"Remember to use a black pen."