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The 4 Big Meat Packers In America Are Making A Move To Bankrupt Small Farms In America Starting In August

“This is a way that they're gonna be trying to force us out”

“The big 4 packers are killing the American cattle industry right now. Projected by August, each cattle rancher that is selling their animal is gonna be making $30 less per 100 pounds on that market ready animal.

- The American cattle rancher makes about 30% of every dollar earned on that animal - With this gonna be set in place, this is gonna take us down into the twenties.

This is gonna be a real scary place for the American cattle rancher. ‌ ‌If they can't make a profit or make a living off of what they're selling, their ranches are gonna be put up for sale.

This is a way that they're gonna be trying to force us out.

- And not only that, the corrupt thing is they're gonna be marking everything up $30 to every 100 pounds that they're making in return.

So with that being said, guys, we need to get back to buying local, supporting our local people. And as always, buy American and buy local.”

[peppertoastuniverse]

pep reads: gojo satoru – long fics (pt.1)

Part 2

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☆ the way you love me by @peachsayshi [AO3/tumblr] [status: ongoing ◦ 29/? chapters] [smut!] [fwb!gojo] #pep's first fic she was OBSESSED with #real good good smut WITH FEELINGS

“We can stop anytime. If either one of us feels like... this ...might be too much. We stop, no questions .” “We can stop anytime,” Gojo repeated “... and nothing changes between us .” You swallowed hard at his last statement. You may not be able to read his eyes but you could hear it in his voice that he needed reassurance. “No matter what happens, we’ll still be friends...” you replied softly, “now kiss me before I change my mind.”

☆ you and me by tomodachi [AO3: ] [status: completed ◦ 5/5 chapters] [tear jerker] [eventual smut!] #pep cried #gojo just kinda loves you real hard

“Prisoners say the most comical things when their judgment comes,” you tilt your head, lifting a finger before him, “Who are you?"

--- History is written by the winners, Satoru knew this well. It was only when he lost and got sealed inside the Prison Realm he learned how to be weak and find out a long buried truth.

☆ ito by @peekamatcha [AO3] [status: ongoing ◦ 48/? chapters] [super slow burn] [shinto elements] #pep DIES with every update #the TWIST in that one chapter omg

You, a former sorcerer now working as a university lecturer, were hoping to maintain your distance with the sorcerer world for an eternity to come. However, with the reappearance of an upperclassmen from a decade ago, you are forced to go on a journey which you would rather sit out of. But somebody must save humanity from the impending apocalypse and apparently the job falls on the shoulders of you two.

It would have been alright had he not been everything you didn’t want to be reminded of. And the sacrifices to be made may be more than what had been bargained for. ☆moonlight by @septembersummer [AO3/tumblr:] [status: completed ◦ 10/10 chapters] [smut!] #pep loves this AU #pep SCREAMED

Gojo Satoru is dying. And no, it's not his fault this time.

The curse which is withering Satoru into an early grave is actually the product of his great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, who had a couple of sons that refused to procreate. And what does a proud, powerful man do when his sons refuse to fuck, and there won't be another heir to the clan?

He curses his own bloodline, of course.

It's only natural that he forces them through some twisted form of sorcery to become uncontrollably, violently attracted to the person they're most genetically compatible with.

It's even better that the curse creates a permanent, unbreakable bond between the two unwilling lovers. That's right, it usually takes more than one fuck to make a baby-- so, why not force them to have twelve?

Satoru wished his ancestor would be resurrected from the grave, just so that he could kill him again. That is, before Satoru inevitably dies.

He's had a good run, he thinks. Now, all he has to do is make sure you don't find out that you can fuck him back to life and try to very stupidly save him from himself.

(here's a spoiler: you do).

☆ a typical family by @literalia [AO3/tumblr] [status: completed? ◦ 32/32 chapters] [non liner narrative] [dad!gojo] #pep absolutely MELTED #slice of life #pep's gojo comfort fic

"satoru. where did you get these kids?"

or

after a six month absence, satoru shows up at your door two little kids following behind. chaos ensues.

☆ and if i cant see by hollowdonut [AO3: ] [status: unknown ◦ 26/? chapters] [slowburn] [eventual smut!] [tw: ptsd] #pep loves the reader's dynamics with gojo!

They say eyes are the window to the soul, but Gojo’s eyes are almost always hidden behind a blindfold. Even when they aren’t, you can never tell what he’s thinking.

You wonder if you should’ve taken that teaching job in Kyoto instead.

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bonus!

☆ all hail the empress! by @chuluoyi [tumblr/AO3: ] [status: unknown ◦ 1/? chapters] [smut!] #pep loves this AU #but THE END THO? OMGGG you are an empress perfect in every way... until your husband suddenly casts you aside for his expecting mistress. but you won't be dethroned just like that, because the newly coronated western emperor, gojo satoru, sets his sights on you, and thus your revenge against your ex-husband begins...

[maeedrg]

GOJO X SICK READER

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Part 2 : sick gojo x reader

Synopsis : In which you catch a cold, and try to hide how bad you feel in front of you boyfriend, not wanting to be a burden to him. Until an accident happens, and it’s hard to pretend anymore.

Words count : almost 4k.

Warnings : fluff, slight angst, a bit of blood, angst with comfort, happy ending, pet names, death mention.

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January. What a month. It was the beginning of a new year, new resolutions for you, for Satoru, and both as a couple too. When the clock showed 00:00, your boyfriend kissed you in the intimacy of the moment, and promised you that for this new year he would spoil you even more. In the language of Satoru, it meant more candies and sweets for you to share, kisses, gifts, but above all, him making even more time for you.

No matter how busy the schedule of your boyfriend was, even as The Strongest, he managed to give you enough time to make you forget about the harsh reality of being a Jujutsu sorcerer. It even worried you, when some days ago as a new year resolution he expressed that wish. He already did so much for you, that sometimes, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that what if you became a burden to him ?

Even though he made you think the contrary, this nagging feeling in your stomach didn’t shut up and continued to whisper to you in the back of your mind whenever you saw your white haired boyfriend be mentally exhausted from all his work.

It’s for that, in that January weather, you decided to hide that you were sick. Foolish, it was hard to hide such a thing to the Six Eyes holder. In the moody morning of this new day, you felt feverish. You didn’t know if it was from the hot body of Satoru draped around you in a tight embrace, or from your own body. A growing headache starts to form in your skull, and you suppress a groan at the sound of the alarm. You already were awake, way before the stupid ringing that destroyed your ears.

Satoru shifts behind you and groans as well, extending his long arm to shut off the alarm coming from his phone. 7 A.M, great. You had a terrible night.

“You awake, baby ?” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, his hair grazing the burning skin of your nape. You softly hum, blocking a cough from your mouth that was about to escape. Satoru softly runs his hand against your stomach, grabbing the flesh of it as he butterfly kisses your sweaty neck. At the taste of your salty skin, he opens his blue eyes and makes you turn around. His orbs scan you with some carefulness as he kisses your cheek, narrowing his eyes. Did he notice something ?

“You okay, y/n ? You're sweating, even though it’s freezing cold,” he whispers to not break the quiet morning in this unholy early hour. His voice was still deep from his groggy state, eyes half open and a bit puffy. You smile at his cute face, him still concerned. Yet you couldn’t tell him you were probably sick. And adding more stress to his day ? No way. You’ll suck it up until it’s gone.

“It’s because you were stuck to me all night, I couldn’t even breathe,” you half lie.

A pout forms on his lips and he shakes his head as he hugs you back on purpose, almost suffocating you. You huff, feeling warmer now, but not in a good way.

“Yeah ? Yet you love it when I crush you in our sleep. It’s called cuddling, babe,” he states as a matter of fact.

“‘Toru, I can’t breathe like that,” you complain.

He rolls his eyes and lets you go not before kissing your forehead. He frowns again at the touch, your skin burning up. He looks at you in silence and takes your hand, making you sit back up with him on the bed. The moment you leave the cozyness of the blankets, you shiver, not knowing if now you are cold or still too hot.

“Come on, let’s go eat breakfast. ‘M starving,” he says.

Normally you are the one to force Satoru to eat breakfast with you. His bad habits made him skip meals way too often, but since dating you, he slowly indulged in a healthier life. Yet, it felt odd for him to propose to make breakfast in such an early morning when he would normally whine that he could eat later. Even more when he insisted that he’ll cook it while you stay put on the chair.

The morning goes slowly by, and no matter how cheerful your boyfriend is, eating a good meal and getting ready together in the bathroom, you feel less and less good. Satoru obviously noticed that, he wasn’t dumb. Even behind your fake smile and own cheerfulness, not wanting to worry him, your boyfriend saw right through your game.

“Tell me, baby. You got no missions today, right ?” he suddenly asks as you put on your shoes in the corridor in front of the door. You raise your head, looking at him standing next to you, already ready to go.

“I do,” you simply answer, “one in the morning, and then a quick easy one in the afternoon,” you explain further.

“Yeah, don’t go. I’ll do it myself, so you can stay at the campus,” Satoru says as he looks at you, grabbing his blindfold and toying with it, still not putting it on. Maybe to look at you better.

“What ? No need to do that, I’ll do it. Why would you in the first place ?” you shake your head, narrowing your eyes, chuckling a bit nervously as you suck up a cough that threatens to spill out of your mouth.

“Because you clearly are sick, baby.”

You freeze. Satoru analyzes you as you slowly stand up and straighten your clothes, acting cluessly at his words.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Satoru, I’m telling you-”

“Then why did you refuse my kisses on your mouth ? You never do that usually,” he continues as if this was the biggest argument he could have against you.

You blink, not even having the time to process what he said.

“Because you didn’t want to share your germs with me,” he answered his own question, and no matter how silly it looked, Satoru was damn right. You shake your head, denying it.

“It’s because…”

“Then kiss me, if you are not sick.”

Satoru steps closer to you and his large hand cradles your waist, bringing you towards his chest. He slowly caresses your skin under your clothes, slipping his fingers on your burning flesh. You shiver and turn your head away. You didn’t want to make him sick too, even more that he turned off his infinity just for you.

“Y/n,” he repeats your name. His eyes bore into you.

Seeing that you didn’t react, he sighs and softly touches your cheek, making you look at him.

“I know that you are sick, baby. You are burning up, I see how you try to not cough, and you clearly have a headache.”

Not being able to lie more, you comply and decide to play another card :

“Alright, yes. I think I’m getting sick. But don’t worry, ‘Toru. Okay ? I’m fine. I’ll put on a surgical mask, go see Shoko and everything will be fine. So don’t do my missions for me, I insist,” you end up saying, meeting his blue eyes. He smiles when seeing that you finally tell the truth, and he puts back his blindfold around his gorgeous orbs.

“Hmm, it would still be easier if I did the missions for you.”

“Satoru, you have your own schedule to fulfill today. Don’t do my work.”

“I’m The Strongest, I can handle doing your missions just fine,” he retorts a bit arrogantly, but it annoys you. On the contrary, you didn’t want him to continue to justify himself by his role as The Strongest. He needed to have his own breaks and boundaries on work, he should stop overworking himself.

“Satoru, I’m being serious right now,” you start to say as you cough, “I don’t care that you are The Strongest and that you could easily handle my work. You have to rest too,” you finish. Your headache started to get worse, and this small argument wasn’t helping at all.

“Rest ? Baby, it’s bullshit-”

“Gojo Satoru. That’s final, period,” you cut him in the middle of his sentence, turning around to put on your jacket and grabbing a mask to cover your mouth.

“Geez, yes ma’am,” he tries to lighten the mood, slightly sulking as you turn around and open the door.

He swiftly grabs you the moment you step outside, and kisses you through the tissue of the mask.

“I still wanted to have a kiss from my gorgeous lover.”

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The day went on. At first, you went to see Shoko, Satoru literally dragged you to the infirmary. As she checked you up, saying it was just a cold, she gave you some medicine to drink. Nothing bad. After this, you went on your first mission. It was outside, in a cold abandoned street. As you exercised the curse, you felt weaker than usual. No matter how cold it was around you, the snowflakes melted on your skin because of how warm it became. You were sweating, and each passing minute started to be torture.

You didn’t have time for lunch. You lied to Satoru, your second mission wasn’t a quick one. But knowing him, he would have insisted on coming to assist you. Even if he trusted your strength and never judged your capacities as incompetent, he couldn’t shake off the worrying feeling in his gut that something could happen to you. So in his free time, (not so free, but he made you believe so), he would come with you at your missions to look at you and kill time. Well, more like to be sure everything goes well. After all, he couldn’ lose you, like he lost so many others.

The afternoon was horrible. Your battle against the second curse was painful. Not because of its cursed techniques, but because of how your body was aching like hell. Every movement made your muscles sore. Your head was pounding to oblivion, and your coughing got worse. You were suffocating in your own mask. It got late. When you finished your mission after what felt like forever, you saw the missed call of your boyfriend.

You rub your eyes, and try to warm your fingers that were as solid as rocks from the freezing wind. You simply send a text, a brief one, stating that you were on your way back home. Normally Satoru was at a meeting with the higher ups, so it’s for that you didn’t take the initiative to call him.

Thankfully, Ijichi picked you up in his black car, and drove you back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. You were crouched back on your seat, eyes closed, trying to fight back the growing sickness in your body.

“Y/n, should I bring you to Shoko instead ? You don’t look so well,” he asks, shortly looking at you while driving carefully.

“Nah, ‘m okay. I’ll take medicine once I’m back home,” you whisper after coughing, face paler than usual and body flushed from the cold.

“Gojo would kill me if something happens to you while you are in my care…” complains the poor Ijichi, clearly stressed at this idea. You smile faintly, shaking your head at his words.

“I wouldn’t let him, don’t worry,” you chuckle softly.

He just chuckles back nervously, and lets you step out of the car once he arrives at your destination. You wave at him, insisting that you don’t need his help to climb the stairs or open your door. You sniff through your stuffy nose, shivering as you walk silently. At the same moment you get a call from Satoru. You answer it, sticking your phone in between your hand and your ear as you press the buttons of the digicode of the first door of the apartment building.

“Baby, you finally answer. Are you home ?” asks the worried voice of your boyfriend through the line.

“Hmm, I’m getting home. Aren’t you in a meeting ?” you ask too, coughing again and feeling dizzy from the sudden change of temperature in between closed doors compared to outside.

“Yeah, still am. But they don’t mind that I call you, after all you are first priority,” he nonchalantly answers, and at the same time you hear in the background the voices of the elders complaining about his statement. But clearly, Satoru doesn’t care. At all.

“Awww, that’s cute. But I’m good, I don’t want to disturb your meeting. So call me later when you are done,” you say, as you start to climb the stairs. Fuck. Why is it suddenly so difficult to lift your legs and move them ? The dizziness is getting worse, and your stomach is clearly not happy about it, making you want to throw up.

“Who cares anyways ? This meeting is boring. I prefer to hear your lovely voice,” he teases you without a care in the world, not minding the angry stares he gets as Satoru nonchalantly disrespects the higher ups, crossing his legs over the table in this arrogant way.

Meanwhile, you can barely let out a laugh at his words.

“Satoru, behave…” you whisper, but you don’t even know if he could hear it judging by how your voice had a hard time being louder than a mouse.

“Hey, you sure you okay ? Where are you right now ?” he frowns, suddenly his voice turning serious.

“The stairs,” you manage to spill out before your vision becomes all black and you hear your ears ringing loudly. Oh oh, that’s not good.

Everything starts to spin around you, the dizziness getting worse. You can’t even know if Satoru answered you, that you suddenly faint and feel yourself falling down in a loud thud, and then nothing, just the void.

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The moment you open your eyes, you realize faintly that someone is carrying you in their arms, climbing back the stairs you missed. The only thing you can manage to see is a ball of white hair, and then some black blindfold.

“Satoru ?” you whisper.

“Shh baby, I’m here, everything is fine now.”

The rest is a blur, you keep waking back, and right after fall back asleep. You faintly remember seeing Shoko’s hands on top of you, her cursed energy working on your sick and injured body, then being back in a car in the arms of your lover, and then finally being in your bed at home.

You groan as you blink many times, only to see Satoru sitting on a chair next to the bed, changing the cold wet tissue that was on your forehead. He smiles softly the moment your eyes meet, and he just caresses your cheek.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

Goodmorning ? It was the morning ? You could barely remember what happened, starting by the moment you finished your mission, until… now. You blink again, turning slightly your head to look at the clock indicating that it was 9 A.M, almost 10. You directly try to sit back up, but Satoru firmly puts his hand on your chest and pushes you back on the bed, not letting you have the chance to move.

“Nuh-uh baby, you gotta stay right here, safe and sound.”

“Satoru, what happened ?” you ask, lost, not understanding the situation.

“Well, like a knight in shining armor, your amazing boyfriend saved you yesterday !” He smiles, like an idiot, clearly proud of himself.

In front of your deadpan face, his smile becomes softer and he gently takes your hand, his thumb caressing your skin.

“In more seriousness, you fucking scared me yesterday. While we were on call, you fainted. I left my meeting, and found you in the stairs. Your head was bleeding. Shit, that made me think the worst… never scare me like that again. I directly brought you to Shoko, and then she healed you just right. Since then, I’ve been taking care of you. You were asleep the whole time,” he explains more seriously, looking right back at you behind his sunglasses. You swallow hard your saliva and open your eyes wide.

You didn’t expect that it went that far. You look down in shame, and Satoru squeezes your hand and kisses it.

“Thank you, ‘toru. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Why did you insist on going on that afternoon mission ? You lied to me, y/n. It wasn't as you described it to me, the curse you fought was a grade 1 curse, not a silly and easy one to deal with,” he continued more firmly, his usual goofiness completely gone, and his tone of voice showing you he was upset and that he wasn’t playing around anymore. He wanted answers.

“Look…”

“Don’t you trust me ?” he cuts you, frowning and some vulnerability showing in his wavering voice. You directly shake your head.

“What ? Of course not, Satoru. I trust you with my life.”

“Then why didn't you tell me the truth ? Why did you stubbornly go on that mission when you clearly were sick ? What if something had happened, uh ? You’re lucky you only fainted in the stairs, and not in the middle of the battle,” he starts to scold you, his usual bright blue eyes being paler now. You couldn’t deny his words, he was damn right. Yet you didn’t find the strength to stop him and answer him, instead you let him continue.

“I can’t fucking lose you too, y/n. You are all that I have left in this world. And when you do this type of stubborn shit, it scares me to death. You don’t get it, do you ?”

“I get it, Satoru,” your voice breaks when you answer, raising back your head. He bites his lower lip, shaking his head.

“No you don’t, y/n, and that’s the problem. Because one day, you will end up dead if you continue to go into missions when you clearly don’t have the abilities to fight it.”

“I’m a S grade Sorcerer, Satoru. I can handle things on my own, I don’t always need your help,” you retort in a defensive way without realizing.

“Oh yeah ? Maybe you are strong, but it doesn't make you invincible.”

“You say that, but you are not invincible too, and yet you always do these super dangerous missions and overwork yourself. I get worried too !” you exclaim.

“It’s not the same, I’m The Strongest, y/n, you are not !” he snaps back, tightening his hand around yours, his cool attitude crumbling.

“But that’s the whole point of why I didn’t want your help ! You always put people first before yourself ! You overwork yourself and carry the burden of the jujutsu world on your shoulders, and it kills me to see you like that accepting your situation just because you are “The Strongest”. You are my boyfriend too, you are human, and clearly mortal ! You can die too in battle ! I don’t want to be another burden in your life by making you work even more just for my sake, when you already have so much on your plate !” you lash out, breathing heavily and coughing in the process. Satoru frowns and sighs, patting softly your back and giving you a glass of water that was on the nightstand.

“Y/n, that’s… you are not a burden to me. You never will,” he whispers softly as he looks at you gulping down the whole glass and putting it back on the nightstand. You stare right back at him, and sigh too.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I screamed at you baby, I just got… scared. You are my weakness, and The Strongest isn’t supposed to have any weaknesses. I can’t bear the thought of losing you. That would be my damn last straw…” he admits as he cradles you in his arms in a tight embrace, clearly apologetic and kissing your head with so much care, and despair.

Your breath falters as you hug him back, chest tight and heart beating fast. Your arms wrap around his tall figure, your face buried in his neck.

“I’m sorry too, you are right. That wasn’t very smart of me to hide how sick I was to you, and lie, and still decide to go on this mission even though I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t want to make you worry.”

“No matter what you do, I’ll always worry for your wellbeing. Curses can wait, I prefer for you to be safe and sound, rather than putting your life in danger in a stupid way,” he whispers in the crook of your neck, softly pampering kisses on your skin.

“And I don’t mind doing missions for you, y/n. I know you worry yourself about me overworking. But I swear, If needed, I prefer doing your missions and being more tired at the end of the day, rather than you going at a dangerous mission when you clearly aren’t ready like you did yesterday,” he continues.

“I know, I know. But still…” you start.

“Shh, let’s forget about it, yeah ? For now, I don’t wanna argue more with you, baby,” he coos you as he shakes his head, kissing tenderly your cheek. You take a deep breath, nodding and changing the subject.

“Did I bleed a lot when I fainted on the stairs ?”

“Quite, you felt right on your head. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as I thought, and Shoko healed you properly.” You couldn’t help but imagine the scene, and the feeling of Satoru when he discovered you like that.

“I can’t believe that stairs knocked me off rather than a curse…” you try to joke. He chuckles at your words, looking now at your face.

“Yeah, kinda pathetic, not gonna lie,” he teases you. As you cough slightly, you nudge him.

“I’m joking. But seriously, for the rest of the week no more missions. You need to heal, you still are sick, and weak. Alright ?”

You nod slightly, deciding to accept your fate as a sick person, no matter how it annoyed you.

“Alright.”

“Good, I took today and tomorrow off, so I can be your personal nurse. Exciting, isn’t it ?” He waves his eyebrows playfully when saying that, chuckling as he squeezes your waist in his large hands.

“Can I even count on you to be a good nurse ?” you ask jokingly.

“The best you could ever have,” Satoru whispers as he gently kisses your pouting lips. You open your eyes wide, and back off.

“Satoru, you will get sick !”

“Nah, I’m too strong for the germs to actually get to me.”

“That’s not the behavior a good nurse would have-” he cuts you off with another kiss, and then a second, and a third. How could you blame him ? He missed kissing your lips the past 24 hours, it was his sweet treat, no matter how unhygienic it was.

He indeed fulfilled his promise, he sweetly took care of you, nursing you back to health like the good and amazing boyfriend he was (that was him saying that), making you warm and tasty chicken soup, being sure you took your medicine, massaging your sore muscles, turning off all the lights and cradling your head when your headache started to come back, bathing you, and giving you a lot of love, and… kisses. Yeah, it got back to him when one week later the all mighty Gojo Satoru felt sick too.

Now, it was your turn to take care of him. And that was quite a challenge. Even more when forcing him to not go to work and forget that he is The Strongest for at least one day. But, that’s another story.

THE END

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[lilacstro]

★for the astrologers and astro girlies here on tumblr★: checking your relationship to astrology through asteroids

On the suggestions of @astroloverosette under one of my posts, I will be making this post. This post is not a final full stop or declarative in any way.

We are using this to determine, what areas of your life can benefit from astrology, and what astrological talents may be available to you and if you are naturally inclined to astrology.

We will be seeing the following asteroids:

8958(Star Gazer), 24626(Astrowizard), 30(Urania), 6465(Zvezdotchet) Russian for astrologer

Now I am short on time to make a full length post, however we will be seeing some chart examples to understand what effect it could have, so you can use your own pre existing, even the basic most knowledge in astrology to figure out what it could mean to you.

If you have more advanced knowledge, you can also use speed and declinations to get more knowledge through these asteroids.

Let us see the placements of these asteroids for Astrologer Chris Brennan.

We can see majority of his asteroids are indicating a few very oblivious things: he can earn money through astrology (2nd house), he can make it his career (10th house), he will have great in depth knowledge of astrology or can acquire great depth in astrological knowledge (8th house) to add to this is his Libra, which can talk about using that knowledge to bring more harmony and help to other people, and he literally shares that knowledge.

He will talk about astrology, it will be a part of who he is, his persona (1st house). I would add an extra thing to this information, your placement of Jupiter and if it is aspecting any of these asteroids, makes an extra impact, since Jupiter is the spiritual teacher, and expands, both. I would also add this for Neptune. We see he does has Jupiter in his 1st house, along with asteroid Astrowizard, which conjuncts his Jupiter.

he also has major aspects of these asteroids to his mercury, moon and Jupiter.

Now let us see a chart of someone who was not an astrologer, but rather really close up to astrology, my mother.

The very first obvious observation we make, is presence of these asteroids in the angular houses, which represent the core foundations and the dynamic forces that shape an individual’s life And my mother is indeed someone who actively talks, believes and grew up around astrologers, very very much. She is indeed someone who enjoys astrology(5th house), someone who does in fact believes in it pretty much, it is a part of her(1st house). She does in fact has a contact to astrologers, i would say more than normal for an average person (7th house, which deals with one on one relationships, apart from marriages and business partners)

now let us see her aspects:

damn, so many. A lot of aspects are to Saturn, and she indeed turns to astrology in her hardest times, and in fact her first encounters to astrology were during times of hardships. My mother is also very spiritual by nature, so aspects to neptune and Jupiter are further testifying that.

Now again, I can go in depth and interpret each aspect for her individually which in my opinion would be very long and unnecessary since these aspects are less important and very dependent on the placements of these asteroids in houses, I would even say more than signs.

★Summary ★

Now for the summary, we understand, that none of these placements though guarantee anything per se, but they do provide a great insight in how astrology can shape your life, especially if they together are in some pattern or clusters like being in angular houses, cadent houses, forming a lot of aspects to some specific planet, say saturn, etc.

Reblog and maybe let me know what placements do you have, even one that can show your nudge for an astrology enthusiast or even an astrologer :)

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in this lifetime and the next - seo changbin

genre: angst? hurt/comfort? idk two exes are talking about their past relationship

pairing: ex-boyfriend, non-idol!seo changbin x ex-girlfriend!femreader

notes: if this looks familiar, my secondary blog 'zerothreetwentyfive ' was deleted by tumblr (idk why) so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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"how…" he clears his throat, "how have you been?"

his eyes are fixed on the night sky. even with the knowledge that he isn't looking in your direction, you still shrug before replying, "i've been… okay."

if someone told you three years ago you'd be lying under the millions of stars sparkling up within the dark night sky, next to your ex-boyfriend, you would've been convinced that person was out of their mind. especially, if that person told you that throughout the trip you would find yourselves alone together coincidentally, eventually finding yourselves sober and in the comfort of your ex-partner laid next to you. a cool breeze drifting by once in a while and everyone else who came onto the trip were either drunk or passed out inside the cottage. 

you really would've called an intervention. convinced that they were far too delusional for their own good.

then again, you from three years ago would have never believed there'd come a day when your boyfriend would become your ex. where he would become someone of your past. you from three years ago could not even fathom, nor entertain the possibility of being away from the man, of living without the man. the man you loved more than anything or anyone. a statement that holds true to this day.

truthfully, you believed that he would be the one you would love and be loved by for eternity. believing that you waited your whole life, for everything in the universe to align, paving the path to meet the man you were fated for, the man you would call the one:

seo changbin.

"work's been good? school? life?" changbin's voice is quite soft and his tone is a bit awkward. 

he's tiptoeing around his words, trying to figure out how you feel about him. weighing out what you could and couldn't speak about or if you should be speaking at all. the thought of overstepping and potentially making you uncomfortable sits in the back of his mind.

"they've been… more or less the same," you answer.

it's different without you, you think to yourself. 

his absence was something you could never get used to after the breakup. three years later and that sense of emptiness looms over your head.  

"i got promoted last year," you add.

"oh really? that's great to hear!" changbin's tone is excited but at the same time it's uneasy.

of course, he's excited, and he's proud of you but he still doesn't know how you feel about him right now. what if he makes you uncomfortable with too much excitement? or a lack of excitement? changbin's treading lightly.

"… uh… sorry–"

"—how about you? how have you been?" you're quick to cut him off. 

if you didn't, changbin would go on rambling and apologizing; something you picked up on very early into your relationship. the man lying next to you apologizes for everything, regardless of if he is at fault or not. even if there is no fault, he finds himself apologizing anyway.

"last i remember you were working a big project."

changbin blinks, taken aback by the sudden interruption but he composes himself quickly, "o-oh! i've been doing good as well. happy that it's done."

"how'd it go?" you wonder.

"it was... definitely a lot more than we expected to take on. the clients decided they wanted to expand more on their vision. change up a lot of pre-made plans."

"ah, i see... i can't tell if that's good or bad?"

"i'd say it's both," you can hear the slight smile in his tone, "a lot of work done being scrapped which, y'know, isn't exactly ideal. but they agreed to pay us more which is good. i'd say we were rewarded adequately for the work we put in."

you hum, "well, then, i'm happy for you."

silence looms in the air between the two of you. neither of you knows what to say to the other, how to continue a conversation. 

the both of you stare up at the stars overhead; most of which you aren't able to see on a daily due to the light pollution in the city. while there is a silence that has fallen between you two, it's not an uncomfortable one. neither of you are itching to escape an awkward atmosphere, to escape being around your ex. instead you find yourselves in a comfortable space in the presence of the one lying next to you.

basking in a presence neither of you has had the opportunity to be comforted by, let alone be around, in the past three years.

you find yourself instinctively fiddling with the ends of your hoodie sleeves, pulling them over your hands and hiding them inside. beside you, changbin adjusts his arm to rest behind his head while the other one rests on his stomach.

"y'know what this reminds me of?" he says suddenly, in a hushed tone, "reminds me of our two-year anniversary."

tearing your eyes off the sky, you turn your head to changbin's direction. 

you let your eyes linger on him for a moment. entranced by how the stars and the moon illuminate his features in such a soft and gentle manner. it's been three years since you've been this physically close to changbin, let alone seen the man, you can't help but analyze his features like it's the first time. looking over the features you fell in love with way back when.

changbin looks just as amazing as ever, maybe even more attractive. he still sports those soft, dark curls in his shaggy hair that falls right under his eyes. he's more buff in comparison to when you last saw him three years ago.

the longer you let your eyes look over him, the more you're taken back, that sense of nostalgia washing over you. he's right, this moment is reminiscent of your two-year anniversary. 

you remember the months leading up to that day as if it were yesterday.

you remember repeatedly asking your boyfriend how you two should celebrate the milestone that was coming just around the corner. in response, he would always say he would be the one to take care of everything and that all you needed to do was sit back and relax. 

the boy was clad in light blue denim jeans, a navy varsity-styled jacket with a white shirt underneath, his hair tousled as it fell in front of his black-rimmed glasses when he knocked at your door. greeting your family before whisking you away for a night you will never forget.

changbin quite literally drove you off into the sunset, one hand gripping the wheel whilst his other held your hand in his. the both of you belting out to the playlist you created together, one that grew as each day passed. 

by the time you arrived at your destination, the sun had set behind the skyline as the dark sky loomed over the city. you remember the way your jaw slacked in awe at the breathtaking sight of all the stars. 

"i've never been this close to the stars! they're so much closer from up here!" 

you stood there gaping at the stars for what felt like eternity, while changbin stood beside you, his eyes full of affection as he stared at you. oh, his eyes. you would think he captured the stars in his eyes with the way they sparkled at the sight of you. that night on the hill, you and changbin were laid next to each other on the hood of his car, cuddled in each other's arms as you talked about anything and everything that came into your minds.

there you were in the arms of your lover, alone together in your own starry heaven. everything seized to exist other than you and your intertwined hearts.

you and changbin, together against the world.

nothing will ever come close to that level of perfection. that ethereal moment you've etched into your brain, you'd much rather be damned than to have that moment wiped from your memory.

"yeah… it does. the sky, the stars… just... everything brings me back."

"it was definitely not as chilly that night," changbin smiles.

half of his statement refers to the weather and the other half refers to how you were huddled up next to him that night. as opposed to now, where the space between your bodies lets in a cool draft.

you chuckle and shake your head, "the weather was great, not too hot and not too cold. just perfect."

lying next to him, reminiscing on your two-year anniversary as a couple has a question popping up in your minds.

if given the chance, would you go back? would you choose each other again?

the question is nothing new. a recurring thought over the past three years. 

over the past three years, you've collected a pool of unanswered questions regarding your relationship with changbin: the how's, what's, when's and why's. how could you not wonder? nothing in the world could surpass your love for seo changbin.

three years later and you have never loved as deeply as you have for the man beside you.

you're both listening to the steady breaths of the one lying next you as both your minds run a mile a minute. allowing a brief silence to settle before changbin is the one to break the silence.

"i'm sorry."

"sorry? ...for what?"

"just… everything."

when you turn to look in changbin's direction, your eyes meet for the first time that night. god, it feels as if your heart stopped at that exact moment. the delay was so long you could have dropped dead right there.

but you lived off the way your eyes locked with changbin's. finding your breath again with each twinkle of the stars reflecting off his black-rimmed glasses. finding your pulse starting up again, this time beating out of your chest as his deep brown eyes bore into your own. breathing the life back into you.

your gazes soften, a wave of nostalgia washing over the both of you; a memory of what you once had together.

a breath of the life you shared three years ago.

you stare at each other wordlessly. soaking in a feeling of comfort neither of you has felt in three years, one you only received from the one lying next to you.

"i'm sorry too. for everything."

"it's not your fault," he shakes his head, "i fell short in the end and i wasn't the boyfriend you deserved."

you're shaking your own head, "i was a terrible girlfriend. i wouldn't have stayed with me either."

"you were–are– amazing," changbin states, "you've always been."

"that's not true. don't say that, i know i hurt you with the things i said."

somewhere along the line of your relationship with changbin, things started to go awry. your lives began to clash; school and work priorities building and creating distance between you two. it felt like your relationship was slowly slipping away, schedules ran tight and pressures ran high. 

you remember petty arguments, the back-and-forth bickering between the both of you when you were able to see each other. 

"and i hurt you. i was never there when you needed me, i promised you that you could trust me, depend on me but i broke that in the end."

"that's not your fault. i couldn't be there when you needed me either."

"and that wasn't your fault either, our schedules didn't line up anymore."

"but… i could've tried har—"

"there was only so much we could do and you tried your absolute hardest," changbin interrupts you, "time just... wasn't on our side."

you hate to admit that even without the petty, groundless arguments, the end was inevitable. 

your relationship no longer fit into the other's increasingly hectic schedule, any and all the attempts came with sacrifices with school or work, and in the end, there was no healthy way to incorporate that time for each other. all the time you did spend together was plagued by stress and high tensions, only pushing you two further apart. 

no matter how hard you tried to salvage your relationship, everything else tried even harder to ruin it.  

the anger and dejection only grew stronger as time passed. the both of you wondering why things weren't going your way no matter how hard you worked for it. you felt dejected that your efforts came without fruition. upset that the time you did have together was limited, fleeting and full of the pressures your individual lives were weighing on you. 

"can i ask something?" your voice is almost inaudible but changbin hums in response, "why did you leave when you did?"

changbin blinks slowly as he processes your words.

"i didn't want things to get worse."

"what do you mean?"

"i didn't want to end things between us on a bad note. for us to part ways hating each other."

"i could never hate you."

"maybe, but we'd grow to resent each other even if we didn't mean to. wondering if our efforts were in vain, that no matter how hard we tried the universe worked harder against us."

"did you… resent me in the end?"

"i would've rather died instead of growing to hate or resent you."

your head snaps in his direction and his to yours. your eyes wide with shock at how he said that without hesitation.

"what we had between us, i didn't want it to be overshadowed by months of arguing."

changbin has never loved anyone the way he loves you. 

early on in your relationship, changbin wholeheartedly believed you were the best thing to ever happen to him. no one cared for him, accepted him and understood him in the way you did. no one made him as happy as you did.

when he realized that your relationship became a source of stress in your increasingly hectic lives, he made the difficult decision to leave.

the people that come in and out of your life come either as a blessing or a lesson; changbin believes you are a blessing in his life.

people slip in and out of your life, fuck around and make you rethink everything. the memories of them are associated with the phrases: "i should have known better" or "you learn from your mistakes".

and he would rather be damned than to be a lesson.

he knew that with the direction both your lives were headed into at the time, the end was inevitable and if things between you two had to end then, in your out-of-control lives, he wanted the last semblance of control here.

"the thought of losing you scared me shitless," changbin continues, "but what scared me even more was that you could one day regret all of this, everything we had. that you would leave regretting ever loving me."

"… i didn't know you were thinking that way," your voice trails off at the end, thoughts still delayed as you process the words of your ex-boyfriend lying next to you.

you take a moment before you continue.

"at one point, i wasn't even mad or upset with you anymore... i was mad at the universe. the circumstances."

when you and changbin broke up, you often wondered what the universe had in store for you after such excruciating heartbreak. but the pain didn't even stop with changbin; it seemed like the universe had it against you as else in your life began to downward spiral. 

you struggled to adjust to the growing hustle and bustle of your life while also struggling to adapt without your person.

oftentimes, you imagined taking a trek up to climb the tallest mountain in the world. exerting all that blood, sweat and tears for the opportunity to let everything out into the void. you imagined standing on the highest point on earth would be as physically close as you could get to the universe. 

maybe from up there, the universe would be able to hear the desperation, the pain that came from wondering what you did to deserve this; to have loved so passionately and to have lost, to experience such excruciating pain.

if the universe didn't align for a life with changbin, you laid awake wondering what it did align for. if it would be worth it. 

what could be more worth it than him? 

with a bittersweet smile on your lips you say, "nothing aligned for us in this lifetime. maybe, in the next lifetime."

you're trying your hardest to control and suppress your emotions as your eyes gloss over, tears threatening to fall. changbin's eyes stay fixed on you as he, much like you did earlier, analyzes your features all over again as if it was the first time.

changbin pays close attention to every detail, etching it into his mind.

"whose to say that?" changbin's eyes meet your own once again, a glint present in his chocolate brown orbs, "this lifetime isn't over yet."

your eyes, still blown wide with surprise, meet changbin's. you would think he captured the stars in his eyes with the way they sparkled at the sight of you.

"in this lifetime and the next, i'll love you."

"does that mean you'll love me for eternity?"

"our love is so strong it transcends lifetimes. we'll always find our way back to each other."

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DRDT TALENTSWAP

bro what is like. tumblr etiquette. like how long do i wait before posting again. lol anyways!! i was going to upload these sooner, but then my power went out..whoops. so uh, there’s 3/4 for DRDT talentswap!

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Charles Cuevas - Pet Therapist

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ He/They

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 5’9 

★ - Charles has always loved animals. He can’t remember why exactly, but it’s been a fond topic for him since childhood. His earliest memory is of him tending to a bird’s wing with a..fuzzy figure that surely isn’t that important. He treats people like animals, which can sometimes make others think that he considers others to be lesser than himself. However, that isn’t the case. He just thinks that animals are easier, and is not sure quite how to interact with people. 

Whit Young - Chemist

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ He/She

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 5’6

★ - Whit is someone who relies on logic to get his way throughout life, even though a part of him yearns to be able to let out his emotions. He is incredibly empathetic, with a great intuition, and it is because of this that he acts so apathetic—so that his actions will hurt less. The thing is, Whit can’t bear to lose anyone else. And so he tries acting more serious in order to push others away. But..there is a chance for someone to break down those walls, perhaps one day.

Teruko Tawaki - Art Forger

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ She/He/They

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 5’8

★ - Teruko is a rather blunt person. She isn’t exactly proud of how well she can imitate art, stating that it’s only so that she can live comfortably. They try to make better uses of her talent, but she finds that she doesn’t have much motivation for things such as that. At times she can be seen as pessimistic, though really what she needs is a simple push to interacting with others. (Because while it can be hard for her to trust others, she’d do anything to protect those she cares about.)

Veronika - Matchmaker 

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ She/They

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 5’8.5 

★ - Veronika is a very excitable person, always happy to share her thoughts with other people. She enjoys being able to see interpersonal relationships unfold, simply because she thinks the complexity of humanity is truly beautiful. Sometimes, however, this interest can go a little too far when she starts following others or purposefully bending situations to see how others will react. Additionally, at times she can be a little forceful with her matchmakings. However, she isn’t doing this out of malice but rather enjoyment.

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[khunyuki]

This is NOT A Game!

🅟︎🅡︎🅞︎🅛︎🅞︎🅖︎🅤︎🅔︎: 🄳🄴🄰🅃🄷 🄸🅂 🄰🄻🅂🄾 🄰🄽 🄰🄲🄷🄸🄴🅅🄴🄼🄴🄽🅃

Synopsis: You bought that viral VR game that features your favorite anime, Kimetsu no Yaiba! (★＞U＜★) However, an error occured while you were playing which lead to you being stuck inside the game for reasons you don't know Σ(ﾟдﾟ；)ｴｯ What's worse is that the system takes great joy in killing you the whole time! ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

Pairing/s: Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader

Note/s: This was supposed to be for next week after finishing my other story but tumblr decided it wanted to post it now😭

Genre/s: Mystery, Thriller, Action, Tragedy, Game

Warning/s: Death, Blood

Masterlist:

MAIN QUEST#1: Find a shelter![URGENT]

Description: You are currently in the middle of a blizzard. In the freezing cold, please try to find a shelter as soon as possible!

Rewards: Shelter, Food, Medicine, 1000 coins! All stats increase by 10

Failure: Death

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You were mindlessly walking forward, with nothing in sight but endless snow.

With every step, you could feel your soaked body getting colder and colder until you no longer have the ability to walk nor stand.

Lying on the snow with your consciousness starting to fade. The cold winter envelopes your body and soul, then you closed your eyes.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#1: Frozen Meat

First Achievement Unlocked! Title Received!

< Poor Unfortunate Soul >

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You were loaded back to your previous save point, which is the place you initially gained awareness: in the middle of a fuckin' blizzard.

You have had no memories of your death as loading meant resetting even your memories.

You once again roamed with no destination, having a bad feeling in moving forward, you decided to go left.

Within your first few steps, an excruciating pain could be felt on your leg. Your flesh was pierced by multiple teeth searing inside, breaking even your bones. Your scream was drowned out by the strong winds, with no option to seek help. Your energy was drained as fast as your leg fell off.

Falling into the snow, you used the last bit of energy you have left and looked down to see a pool of red soaking the pure white and then disappearing. Gone like your remaining life.

BAD ENDING#2: Go Catch A Bear

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You walked to your right this time and was met with hungry, ravenous wolves.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#3: The Wolves Are Hungry

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓛ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

You walked south, as straight as possible, blindsighted. Your last step being the air, thus falling down the cliffside.

You have unlocked an achievement!

BAD ENDING#4: Humpty Dumpty Had A Great Fall

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You repeated your previous actions numerous times.

Straight, back, right, left, right, straight, left, back.

Over and over again.

You felt sick. You were standing at your save point, the place you found yourself in, an unfamiliar surrounding. You were supposed to move to survive with that quest hanging over your head.

But why is it that you couldn't make as to single step?

Your body shaking not from the cold but from fear of something else. There's that bugging feeling of something going terribly wrong once you move, it froze you on the spot.

Were you going to die here? In this place you know absolutely nothing about? You blame your legs for not moving at all, some useless body part it is.

You just stood there and waited. Waited. Waited for help you weren't sure would come.

"Somebody! Anybody! Please help me..."

You called out for the last time before your body and voice gave out. As you were laying down on the ground awaiting your impending doom, you could barely make out a silhouette forming.

Were your ears playing tricks on you or is that Gurenge playing in the background?

You don't know if you're hallucinating or anything. Maybe it's the one where you life flashes before you on the moment of your death? Was Gurenge the song you decided you'll play at your funeral? What a silly thought...

It was that stupid song, that stupid anime, that got you into this mess in the first place.

Still, you try to reach out with your last remaining strength.

\(^_^)/ \(^_^)/ Ⓢ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ \(^_^)/ \(^_^)/

"Excuse me?! Miss! I'll save you so please don't give up just yet!"

% % Ⓞ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓡ︎Ⓦ︎Ⓡ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ Ⓓ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎ % %

"Okaa-san! Nezuko! Help me! I found this person in the middle of the blizzard!"

\(^_^)/ % Ⓓ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎ Ⓢ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓥ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓓ︎ % \(^_^)/

MAIN QUEST#1 CLEARED!

Achievements Unlocked:

BAD ENDING#1: Frozen Meat - 500 coins

Poor Unfortunate Soul - Learn a new language

BAD ENDING#2: Go Catch A Bear - 500 coins

BAD ENDING#3: The Wolves Are Hungry - 500 coins

BAD ENDING#4: Humpty Dumpty Had A Great Fall - 500 coins

Total Rewards Received:

All stats increase by 10, Shelter, Food, Medicine, +3000 coins, ++Learn a new language

[frankericmartin]

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[ireton]

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Authors note. I love you all so much thanks for 200. Seriously insane. This isn’t what I normally post group wise but I still hope you like it!

Ot5. x Reader ( separately )

Wc. 1.0k

» txt as cam boys

Warnings. Tell me if I miss anything. Flesh light use. Sub kai. Recorded. Humping. Pet names. Dirty talk. Yeonjun edging himself. Mommy kink. Dildo usage. Overstimulation. Begging

MINORS DNI 18+

Not proof read

Genre. Smut

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK ❤️

★ Yeonjun

Definitely teases the viewers. The comments praising him for how big he is boosts his ego more than it should.

Mostly uses his hands doesn’t really like toys, but will occasionally use a flesh light when he’s been feeling a little more needy than usual.

Doesn’t have a streaming schedule. Does it whenever he feels like it. Mostly does it for his own pleasure so, sometimes he will disappear for weeks until he’s needy again.

First got popular because of how interactive he was with the comments. Always replying with an ego driven response like “ want me to keep going? Be a good girl for me and wait until I’m finished”

Definitely edges himself. Will start of slow, eventually speeding up before slowing down again just to deny himself. Doesn’t do it for the audience rather more for himself.

However even though he’s not streaming a lot he is able to make an living off of it. He might seem like he doesn’t care a lot be he’s actually great full.

Sometimes he’ll post videos and it’ll end right before he gets to release. Comments often begging for the full video.

Streams usually last 30 minutes to an hour. Sometimes he’ll stay after and chat, but not a lot. He’s also faceless so no one knows what he actually looks like, definitely teased a face reveal a couple of times but never went through with it.

★ Soobin

Most definitely a soft dom when it comes to interacting with the stream. Definitely very popular. Streams regularly and each stream in about one to two hours long.

Praises the viewers like his life depends on it. Doesn’t go a second without making sure you guys feel as good as him, even though he can’t see you.

His whines are definitely the prettiest. Low and airy but can also be heard against the slapping of his hand against his base

Can also be a tease but a little nicer? “ gonna cum f’me? Be a good girl and wait,yeah?”

Wants him and the viewers to cum at the same time. Something about it gets him going. Likes the connection.

Streams regularly and has a schedule probably twice or 3 times a week.

King of pet names. He always chooses just the right ones to make people buckle at their knees. Like he will definitely call you good girl, princess,darling sweetheart. Makes people feel like their actually with him

He won’t use toys a lot but he definitely has same. Maybe handcuffs or a flesh light. Only uses them upon requests though.

Definitely rewards his highest tipper after each stream. Maybe a private call with just him and said other person.

Shows his face, definitely has been recognized in public before but has gotten super embarrassed about it.

Overall 10/10 streamer boy, everyone’s favorite for sure.

★ Beomgyu

Everyone’s favorite switch. Not completely dominant but not completely submissive either.

When he’s subbing he definitely jumps the pillow or uses handcuffs on himself. Begs the chat to let him touch himself. Would definitely call viewers mommy or some pet name. I can also see him using a dildo?

Has the prettiest whines ever usually high pitched but they turn into grunts right before he reaches his high.

When he’s Dom he’s definitely rough and fast uses a flesh light or his hand.

In terms of toys he has a ton of them and is open to trying anything new. Very experimental when it comes to things like this.

I would feel like he has a above average sex drive so, he probably streams 4-5 times a week.

Has overstimulated himself by a accident before. He didn’t even realize intill he came down from his second high and he was a little two sensitive. When very sensitive he lets out the best whines ever.

Definitely can see him occasionally dressing up or role playing. His most popular costumes are definitely: police officer,doctor, and an angel.

He could definitely collab with another streamer ( you ), but other than that he likes to keep it to himself

Overall one of the best streamer boys out their because of his duality.

★ Taehyun

Definitely a soft Dom!

He loves praising, weather he’s doing it or the chats doing it he just can’t get enough.

He streams manly to help get other people off and usually ends in him jerking off himself. Doesn’t stream for donations, and will even complain that the chats being to nice.

Streaming isn’t his main job so he doesn’t stream everyday but atleast 2-3 times a week. On sundays,Saturdays and thursdays at 9:45pm every time.

Even though he works somewhere else he isn’t faceless. Wants viewers to know that their also making him feel good.

Aftercare king. He loves just talking to the chat and getting to know them generally interested, you don’t see a lot of things like that with other cam boys, that’s why he’s loved so much.

Did I mention he comes extremely fast? He’s literally about to bust but he’s only been at it for 10ish minutes. Has to overstimulate himself to make sure everyone else can still orgasm

Doesn’t complain though. He’s grown used to the feeling and thinks it feels really good.

Overall he may not be the top camboy but, people still love him!

★ Huening Kai

Everyone’s favorite sub! Literally so sweet and once you watch him once you become addicted.

Definitely has a lot of toys. Very experimental and open to anything. He mostly uses a vibrator though. Holding it to his sensitive leaking tip. Arches his back when he’s overstimulated.

Streams daily. Since he’s so young his sex drive is extremely high.

mommy kink 100%. He would be so whiney when he says it too. Loves begging he gets off on it all the time.

His whines are loud and whiney. He sees the comments praising him for getting of and being a good boy.

When he gets very need he jumps the bed or the pillow.

Probably the number one streamer in the world with how active he is.

Likes teasing his viewers if theirs an up coming stream. Maybe a short video clip of him all dolled out and very whiney and needy.

Basically famous. Shows his face a lot and has been noticed before. Not embarrassed at all and actually loves meeting viewers.

Also rewards viewers but instead of just a video call he meets them in person.

Overall everyone loves him. How could they not?

[skyeblue8]

𝓐ɳԃ Ɲσɯ ᗯҽ Ԩαʋҽ 𝜏ԋҽ Sɬσ𝜏ԋ Ꮢιɳց... 💤

-> This was arguably one of my more easier headcanons to come up with as a lot of the Ring's aesthetic, and its overall theme is inspired both by my favorite indie character/game, Albert Krueger from Dream Therapy With Dr. Albert Krueger.

-> Some of the inspo for this was also taken from fellow Tumblr user @gravcore and their design of Belphagor (who may be female in my headcanon going from her brief mention in Episode 8, Season 1):

-> For those who haven't played or seen the game, be sure to refer to that as I'll be referencing a lot of what happens in the game into this Ring.

-> Honestly, something about the main guy being a demonic dream doctor/therapist just works perfectly for Sloth's central themes with medicine and demons. Plus, the world's set in a futuristic-esque scene so it just fits like a glove.

Now, onto the usual world development...

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Sloth's Environment:

✧ Now, contrary to what I just stated above, there were a few minor difficulties in deciding how I wanted to world of the Sloth Ring to be laid out. For starters, I didn't want to reuse the cloud-like atmosphere I used in Lust cause that would just make it less unique to the environment.

✦ To counter this issue, I headcanon that the skyline and general atmosphere in Sloth is always dim and always patterned with stars and large, oval-shaped portals within the sky that look like planets from a far distance. The ground beneath the demons' feet in this Ring is entirely non-existent, being little more than a permanent pitch-black copy of the night sky on Earth.

✧ The Ring's color scheme will be directly similar to that of DTWAK in the aspect that it will be blue, light blue, hot pink, and magenta. I'd also accept things like light blue, deep blue and turquoise like the picture above as it reminds me of the Aurora Borealis which has its own dream-like feel to it. Despite the general time of day in Hell, it'll almost always resemble night in Sloth.

✦ As for the general layout of the Ring, I wanted to make it a technological dreamscape world with a semi-city-esque environment like some of the Envy and one of my other future Rings. Moreover, I believe Sloth would coincide with the whole deception theme that we've seen in Envy and Lust:

✧ Again, with reference from @gravcore, Sloth will essentially resemble a rather sleepy, but widespread environment, namely in the residential areas with bright, sparkly wires stringing from the buildings.

✧ In the notably more city-like areas, however, it'll establish just how heavily advanced in technology the Ring is. The notably tallest structures will be places like hospitals, shopping centers, cell-towers, companies, advanced arcades, and relaxation centers.

✦ Actually, now that I think about it, I'll be keeping the aspect from Vivzie's version of Sloth that the place has various floating islands & buildings in the environment that'll reside atop various microchip-ridden clouds that drift near the floating portals mentioned earlier. (Said portals only lead to various locations within the Ring itself, btw).

✧ I'm aware I gave the floating island idea to Envy as well, but that just goes along with Envy's propensity to steal ideas from other Rings.

✦ Moreover, the Sloth Ring in itself looks like a futuristic paradise where people don't need to move, grow, develop/change for the better, or utilize a great deal of effort in their day-to-day lives. The technology here is by far the most advanced in Hell, and the Ring is often praised for its frequent new developments in the general STEM field/Entertainment field.

✧ In terms of entertainment, it specializes in its constant creation of new apps, video games, phones, laptops, TV's, VR simulations, and all the good stuff people like to indulge in.

✦ In terms of medical STEM advancements, it's a wide and unashamedly mass producer of various drugs and narcotics unique to Hell that makes the masses happy/content. (Said drugs are referenced to the Joy drugs in "We Happy Few")

✧ Now, what all these hospitals, drugs, relaxation centers, and various technological devices being massed produced by Belphagor all have in common is that they function more as "Soul Suckers" much like the succubi in Lust. For instance:

★ Hospitals/Drugs = Soul Suckers -> Rather than helping sinners w/ physical or mental illnesses, they actively work to either numb the sinner via Belphagor's special "Happy Pills" or straps them in and allow their condition to worsen so their souls drain away while in the Hospital

☆ Screens = Soul Suckers -> They do the same thing, though with a person's laziness and procrastination that makes them ignore their own needs until they waste away from lack of regulation

★ Relaxation Centers -> You get the jist. They turn too much relaxation and exploit into soul-draining under the guise that you're "getting better" or "de-stressing"

✦ Now, for the sinners who get their souls sucked within any of Belphagor's establishments, they have a relatively decent chance of becoming one her Dream-eaters (DTWAK). It's not a paradise, though, as their minds and bodies are lost and they become devout drones until she "relieves them" of their duties. You'd have to go through some pretty tough shit in order to get actual Healthcare in Hell, well, in Sloth, anyway.

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Sloth's Residents:

✧ To keep this from getting too long, here are our Hellborns/Sinners:

-> Dreamcatchers (@gravcore); Cyborg/Normal Candlehead Goat demons (I know that's Bephomet, pls just roll with it) [Hellborns]

-> Dream-eaters, Hell-born/Sinner cross-mutants, anyone else [Typical Sinners]

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✦ Nothing much left to say about the residents except that they're fairly lazy due to their environment. Those who are cybernetic are fairly a little more energized and useful to Belphagor moresoe than those who aren't, ironically. For more about the Dreamcatchers, check the link above.

✧ The Sinners here are really anyone who wasn't mentioned as Hellborns, and are also closely associated with either the night or laziness. Their color schemes differ from the Ring and those from it.

✦ The High-class is really made up of whomever has or spreads enough laziness or leisure to affect the rest of Hell (i.e. Vox or highly successful pro-gamers or manufacturer). The "low-class" would essentially be those too lazy and unmotivated to even leave their houses, thus developing a rather sloppy, poor visage; Dream-eaters; and the Dreamcatchers (sry Mx. Creator) as they're seen as pests given how they like to affect dreams and (in my headcanon) feed off the dreams and, in turn, the souls when people are sleeping. No one knows how they keep getting into houses.

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-> Also, can anyone please give notes if my headcanons don't make any sense? Please! The feedback is greatly appreciated 😊

[ireton]

WARNING - CRUDE LANGUAGE & A DISTURBING TOPIC

DISCLAIMER: Please do your own research and come to your own conclusions.

Make Tumblr ★ Great Again

I feel this one!! I'm so glad I'm retired now!!

[kozumesphone]

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💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ R U MINE? .ᐟ

⤷ satoru gojo x gender neutral!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . jujutsu kaisen

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . corny pick-up lines | suggestive dialogues

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 161

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . a quick (and short af) dorky!gojo + tease!gojo bc we all know the duality of this man-child <3 here’s a bunch of pick-up lines gojo uses on the reader bc we def need gojo fluff after what gege did to us 🙏 but guys I saw one that went “I have these stitches on my forehead bc you’ve made me lose my mind” and I- 💀

gojo: “y/n.” reader: “mm.” G: “n/n.” R: “mmm.” G: “MY LOVE-“ R: “what is it, toru? and stop smirking.” G: “want me to explain my cursed technique with mathematics?“ R: “didn’t you fail twice, and then ask kento to help you with math?” G: “…” R: “sorry, darling, go ahead-“ G: “LET’S START BY ADDING A BED AND SUBTRACTING OUR CLOTHES-“ geto: “n/n, is he high again?”

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gojo: “something’s wrong with my six eyes, n/n.” reader: “shit, are you o-“ G: “because I can’t take them off you.” *finger guns* R: *bitch slaps him* 💀🙏

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gojo: “oi n/n, you know gumi’s divine dogs, don’tcha?” reader: “mhm. they’re so adorable. and don’t yap my ears off when i’m reading. unlike someone else-“ G: “I think, just like them, we’d make a great pair <3” R: *absolutely mf flustered*

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satoru “throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honoured one to be your husband” gojo on your wedding day <3

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[marveltrumpshate]

★ AUCTION WEEK INFO ★

We’re partly through Day 5, which means we only have about two more days until the auction is over! Keep track of all the auctions you’re eyeing, and don’t forget to bid before the deadline.

We want to thank everyone who has been bidding on our wonderful golden needle auctions. We started yesterday with 39 needles, and now we’re down to 29. That’s incredible. Of those remaining, almost half consists of fic auctions, so go bid on our lovely writers!

As we’re entering the final days of Auction Week, we’d like to help creators promote themselves. Here are some tips to ensure that as many people find out about your auction(s) as possible:

Reblog your auction post if you haven’t done so yet. You can find your post on our list of creators. Elaborate on ideas/prompts that you'd love to work on and your strengths as a creator, and share the post on Twitter, Discord, and any other social media platform you’re on so that more people know about the great causes you’re supporting with your offering(s).

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Talk to people on our Discord server. Don’t be shy! Everyone’s nice and we love having new people show up every day. Many of our creators have found new bidders this way and made some new friends while they were at it. Don't forget about our creator–bidder #matchmaking channel, where bidders can post ideas they’re looking for creators to fill. Creators can also use matchmaking to get their name out there and tell people they're open to doing things beyond what they described in their auction listings! If you're not on Discord, you can still take part. See our matchmaking page for more info.

Remind people that you're open to group bids if you indicated that on your auction listing. Are you open to making sequels of existing fics or expanding on a universe you created? Did you hear that someone has an exciting prompt for you but doesn’t have the budget to bid on your auction? This is a great way for people to get involved even if they don’t have much money to spare (chipping in $1 or $5 to a pool can make a big difference), and you’re helping raise more money for charity. It’s a win-win.

Thanks for a phenomenal week so far, and see you tomorrow for Day 6!

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Read our daily update posts for more information:

Day 1 - Viewing Tumblr posts on mobile, using our auction watchlist feature, and changing your Discord DM settings

Day 2 - Bidder–creator matchmaking and group/pod bids

Day 3 - Commissioning gifts on a friend’s behalf (fanworks are great holiday gifts!)

Day 4 - Golden needle auctions

Auction spotlights:

Beta services, translation, and other fan labor

Craft or merch auctions

Digital, podfic, and vid auctions

Poly ships

Fanworks featuring POC

[4veslil]

Headcanons | Paul Lahote | You're Paul's SO and Neurodivergent

A/N: Hello! I thought this would be a great way to introduce myself to tumblr! I am currently writing a slow burn Paul Lahote Fic but to engage with the Twilight Fandom more I decided to do this! If you are interested in my VolturiOC/Paul Lahote Fic though here's the link! This is my first time doing Headcanons but please bare with me! Also if you have any requests I am willing to write for every Twilight character for preferences, imagines (<1.5k words), blurbs, drabbles etc. I will NOT write smut, not comfy with it and even if I did put an dni, children aren't stupid, we all faked our ages online once upon a time. All I ask is dni if you are underage! This blog 18+ only! Thank you for clicking on this and hopefully, I will hear some requests soon! Without further ado, ENJOY! ★ MASTER LIST HERE ★ P.S. Bullet points with a * is based off my own ND. Hope you don't mind!

This is new territory for Paul so he does what he does best- panics, gets irritated that he's panicking; get's angry when he can't calm down; goes for a run before finally, finding himself sitting at a library computer (in that order).

He sits at the library for hours researching before he's got a notebook of information on neurodivergence and enough questions for you to find it endearing.

He also takes out a few books written by people with ASD and ADHD and reads them front to back before skimming through them again to take notes.

When you get back home he's ready and puts you in the hot seat.

By the end he knows the normal stuff like favourite foods, animal and colours but also the textures you avoid, your quirks, your favourite fidget toys, what makes you overstimulated; everything that makes you tick.

You woke up the next morning to Paul ripping the tags off all your clothes, letting you know he's ordered new pillows for the living room to replace the velvet ones; he also got reusable cotton pads for the bathroom.

He keeps a hairband on his wrist for when your hair tickles your neck and causes your tick*

Paul also ordered some special ear plugs. He gets multiple- one for your backpack, one for his car's glove compartment and one pair to have on his person.

Paul also asked what your favourite fidget toys are and did the same as the earplugs.

Paul got you matching keyrings with the same fidget toy attached. His is black and yours is your favourite colour.

Paul knows a diary, schedule or to-do list doesn't work with you. He makes household tasks sound like a secret Pack mission, he makes chores fun.

Paul makes sure to put post-its about the house, sets your reminders on his own phone and reminds you gently. He knows you getting annoyed at the reminders isn't personal.

He double (more like triple) checks his notebook before he gets you something.

All his gifts have something to do with your special interest

Any clothes he gets you have tags removed and washed with your favourite detergent before he gift wraps them.

Paul is more than prepared for a break down, he doesn't try to touch you during those.

He knows not to feel rejected when you flinch away or say no to a hug. He just smiles and makes sure not to be too loud or make sudden movements around you.

Paul asked about masking and he could tell you were lying when you said you don't mask around him.

Paul takes you hiking to a secluded place in the forest and phases into a wolf if you've had a bad week. He lets you lay on him and read, just so you can unmask and relax. You find it easier to unmask when he isn't human.

You can go quiet and Paul learns to get comfortable in the silence, silence used to be the calm before the storm, now he sees it as the storm passing by at a distance.

Paul knows you hate touching carboard that's been in the fridge or freezer, after food shopping you find he's opened everything and repackaged it.*

Paul speaks straightforwardly, his communication is clear, especially when it's important or knows you're already overstimulated/overwhelmed.*

When you meet the Pack Paul hates how confused you look when some of the banter goes after your head- he tells you not to force yourself to laugh, says he finds it funny when you don't humour the boys.

The Pack started taking advantage of things going over your head, when Paul pointed it out you shrugged it off because it was only a bit of banter.

Paul pretended to leave it but roughed up the Pack (more than usual) when they were sparring, or would accidentally ram into them while running.

The Pack say he's whipped when they see memories of Paul letting you pet him in wolf form.

At Christmas Jared gets you a pink collar with studs for him, teasing you of course. While you're confused (and distracted) Paul yeets it at Jared's head.

When he gives a gift- of course it's something from your latest hyper fixation.

You get overwhelmed at the Pack's beach hang outs. You are not familiar with everyone's imprints and you get anxious.

You both sit a little away from the Pack and their imprints, silently laying together or drawing in the sand.

Paul always makes sure you're included in the conversation when someone approaches.

He holds you tight in his arms when you're feeling agitated because he knows you like to be squeezed, it grounds you.

Of course, when he found this out he ordered you a weighted blanket.

Paul wants to know everything, all your likes and dislikes- what's safe and what's not.

Paul smiles ear to ear when you tell him he's listed in the "safe" category, he notes it down with a smug expression.

But his face (half-)teasingly drops when you joke he's a close second to your all-time, favourite movie character.

He loves how your mind works, sometimes out of the blue you'll say something so off topic and he'll make you explain where you got that- he's fascinated by it and how easily one thing links to the other.

When the bad days happen he makes sure to just be there, knowing not to touch you- that you just want him by your side.

On those days he makes all your safe foods and separates them on the plate based on your specific eating criteria. He doesn't entirely understand but doesn't tease you for it either.*

He shares your safe food list with Emily because he knows you get embarrassed about eating in public- you used to get teased about how plain and boring it was.*

He goes back to the public library to look up the quiet shopping hours at your favourite stores and what restaurants have your safe foods.

Paul wants to understand everything about you and where it comes from, he fills up one notebook after the after and doesn't let you peek inside.

You try to reason they're all about you so you should get to read them, he still refuses.

The day you finally manage to get a hold of his notebook, you close it after reading the first page. On it is written: "Notebook #3 - everything I know about future Mrs Lahote"