#So this may be a reoccurring thing now

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A Lesson in Cosmetics

A/N: I posted this on ao3 but meant to post it here too! 💌💄💋 Cannot get these gay witches out of my brain, come talk to me abt them! Also def let me know what you think!

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1709, Northern Italy.

On this part of the coast, the souls screamed less. They had tugged her to an opulent villa. A welcomed departure from the battlefield Rio had traversed all morning.

Sunlight glinted off of gold-trimmed furniture, the glassy eyes of animated busts, and the body of a middle-aged woman slumped against a floral vanity.

Bottles of expensive oils and creams were scattered around her, brush frozen in her stiff grasp.  White paint dripped onto the marble, and Rio sidestepped the steadily growing pool, uninterested in staining the hem of her gown, sage green and extravagant.

The woman’s face was unrecognizable—scarred, greyed and shriveled. It reminded them of Agatha, and their blackened heart stirred almost painfully in their ribcage.

A bloody battle—one that history would call part of the Spanish War of Succession—had erupted. When they weren’t escorting dying soldiers, other restless souls whisked them across the country.

Only a fortnight away, and she missed her little witch terribly. Agatha was no doubt occupying herself by terrorizing the villagers of Salem, reveling in her own chaos.

Whether draining witches dry, or manipulating merchants, Agatha knew how to put on a dazzling performance. And Rio longed for a front-row seat.

At least this woman’s death was refreshing.

She picked up the jar of white paint, poking at it experimentally. She sniffed it, then dipped her tongue inside. The concoction contained enough white vinegar and lead to have made even Queen Elizabeth I recoil.

Makeup was a human frivolity they could not fully understand. It made their bones itch. Turned their already pesky skin into a straightjacket. But as they examined the products, an unshakable thought took root— What shade of lip paint would make Agatha blush?

Agatha was usually the one doing the flustering, but Rio never backed down from a challenge.

She could magick cosmetics on, of course. Sometimes, it automatically appeared based on what souls needed to see. But Rio was tactile, and wanted to acquire enough skill to do Agatha’s someday.

She dabbed at her full lips, imitating the poised women staring at her from the portraits on the walls. But her fingers were too clumsy for such delicate human customs. Instead, they applied a glob of vermilion. Death swiped at it hastily, only to drag the pigment in a streak that ran from her bottom lip to the high of her cheekbone.

Undeterred, she forged on with the graceless curiosity of a fledgling on its first flight.

They pricked themself with kohl and laughed at the ticklish sensation. Mascara dragged over their lashes unevenly.

When they finally looked in the mirror, they found a calamity that rivaled the Great Pestilence staring back—lips smeared, rouge filling the gap in their teeth, mascara scattered around their eyes like shrapnel.

She growled and bit into the stone applicator in her hands.

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When she returned from ferrying, the cottage sat empty. Fire spat and crackled in the hearth. Flowers sprawled high and low—twisting along the windowsill, curling around the bed frame, hanging from the ceiling—craning toward her touch.

Her lips curved at the sight of spellbooks strewn across the rug. Her little witch had been busy.

They gathered berries they kept on hand, crushing the fruits, hopeful that nature would provide better cosmetic results. As they painted their skin, their hands trembled. Ridiculous , Rio thought, Death itself, reduced to a nervous schoolgirl.

They were supposed to be immune to mortal feelings. And yet, anticipation coiled in their stomach.

Agatha was a ruthless critic—never holding back, especially with Death. Rio relished their sparring, but today, more than anything, she wanted Agatha to find her so beautiful she was speechless.

Making such an extraordinary woman flustered felt just as intoxicating as reaping a soul—perhaps even more so.

Soon, the heavy wood door groaned open and Agatha barreled in out of the crisp Autumn afternoon, eyes glued to a tattered spellbook.

She barely seemed to notice Rio. Impatient, Death exhaled. A sharp gust of wind swept through the cottage. The leaves Agatha tracked in skittered across the floor, and the book snapped shut, the force hurling the dusty tome out of her grasp.

She felt the reprimand on the tip of her wife’s tongue, but it never came. Delighted, Rio watched Agatha’s mouth fall slack, snark abandoned as she drank Rio in.

A patchy white paint coated Rio’s skin, and rouge, far too bright, blurred the smattering of freckles on her cheeks. Dirt flecked her eyebrows. Her lips—puffy and flushed from holly berries—gleamed like a gash.

Agatha looked at them, blue eyes shining with barely concealed awe. Like they were the strangest and most precious, lovely thing in existence.

“Rio…” The spirit witch squinted, scrunching her mouth to the side to keep from smiling. “Care to explain why you’re wearing a shade of lip paint that is not of mine own possession?”

“Can an entity not indulge in a little mirth whilst in France?”

“What, by joining a fool society? Trading cosmetic tips with all of the jesters?” Agatha’s mask flickered, a ghost of a smile. They knew what she was envisioning—Rio, prancing, bells jingling with every leap.

“Or, mayhap, a mime?”

“You wound me, mi brujita.”

Agatha’s gasp was mocking. “Nay, do not tell me—do not tell me.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “It was a clown!”

Then, that teasing, wicked smirk appeared. It was a look that Rio hoped to inspire until the universe roared out of being.

“Careful, Agatha.” Rio warned, raising a dirt-streaked brow. “You would do well to let silence be your virtue.”

Agatha’s laugh thundered across their cottage. “I would sooner suffer a thousand cuts.”

She bit the tip of her finger, searching for the perfect barb.

Then, as if taunting a witch led too far into the wood: “You look as though you let a small child practice on you.” A slow pause. “And not a well-bred one.”

Her mask held. But Rio heard the rapid flutter of her heart, felt her body temperature rising, and there it was—that beautiful flush blooming across her cheeks, splotching her chest.

This asshole, Death thought fondly, shaking her head.

It was against her wife’s nature to offer simple compliments. She enjoyed needling Rio too much. It was a game she played endlessly.

And Rio enjoyed making Agatha happy, even if it meant derailing their own goal. But they weren’t without strategy.They would let Agatha believe she had won, wait for the right moment, then strike. 

“‘Tis scarcely bad for one who was not born with skin.”

“Poor creature.” Agatha cooed, lip jutted in an exaggerated pout. “Fret not, we cannot all have mastery over everything.”

Death prodded  the flesh of their cheek with their tongue. “Need I recall your first flight on a Hexebessen?”

Unsurprisingly, Agatha had mounted her first broom with all the cockiness of an Olympian. The branch Rio picked for her, now living by the door next to hers, was as ancient as she. Stubborn too, persisting against every force that sought to destroy it. Rio had bloomed love letters round its bark for her brilliant witch to decode.

Rio and the full moon were her only spectators as Agatha rocketed into the sky. She threw her head back, flung both hands beside her, and let out a victorious cackle. And then, her broom shook and sputtered, sending her catapulting into the dense New England woods. Rio shivered at the memory of sewing the spirit witch’s wounds shut with the flat of her tongue.

Agatha scoffed, flicking unruly brown hair over her shoulder. “Oh please, I was a natural.”

“You only stuck the dismount because you crashed.”

Ignoring them, Agatha padded across the room’s short distance and slid into their lap. Her long hair tickled their thighs as she settled in.

“This, however,” she circled a finger above Death’s face, strong nose wrinkled in playful disapproval. “Requires more labor. I’ve seen finer artistry in a child’s corn husk doll.” Agatha’s tongue was a knife, but her touch was reverent. And Death was turning to putty in her palms.

She cupped Rio’s face with wonder, as if she could not quite believe she did this for her. As if Rio did not create the very vanity they sat at, nor the flesh on her bones in the desperate hope of pleasing Agatha.

They felt vulnerable, thumbed apart under their wife’s searching gaze. 

Noticing her uncharacteristic nerves, she softened.

“You needn’t be bashful.” Agatha asserted, fingers chasing away the crease between her eyebrows. Then, she placed a gentle kiss there. “You, my love, are exquisite down to your marrow.”

She pulled away, voice husky. “Believe me, I would know.” She was trying to coax a smile. Once Rio acquiesced, her hands resumed with the softest devotion.

Death knew that like magick, gentleness was never taught to the spirit witch. Her society, her coven, her own mother abused and abandoned her before attempting her life. It’s no wonder she grew up more razor wire than girl.

Rio was the only one allowed near with bolt-cutters.

Now, over a decade in, she felt safe enough to shed the sharp edges of herself. For Rio, she was feather-soft. The thought caused that strange burning to prick at Death’s eyes.

She felt feverish. Emotion forking through her hopeless human frame like lightning.

“I shall offer my advice.”

“As you are wont to do, whether it be sought or otherwise.”

Agatha was lording over her now, exceptionally smug, pinning Rio with her gaze. Out of all the things she loved—power, knowledge—having more of it than Death was highest on her list.

To this day, she teased Rio about her streak as an ‘eons-old virgin.’

Rio’s glare carried little weight. Agatha was quickly gaining control.  In a flash of purple, Death was barefaced.

They sucked in an unnecessary breath—whether from nerves or want, they weren’t sure—as Agatha twisted toward the vanity to pluck up mascara from the trove of cosmetics she owned (read: steals off of corpses like trophies).

“What does this do?”

“Volumizes. Not that you need it. You’ve the lashes of a damn deer.” Agatha groused as she coated Death’s upper lashes. “It’s not fair that some creatures naturally possess what they will only squander.”

Rio’s nose scrunched. “Why do humans wish to look like deer?”

“Mascara draws attention to your eyes.” She waved the bristled brush around as she spoke, then moved to Rio’s lower lash line. “It makes them shine with a fairer light.”

Death had seen the brightest blues the universe could provide. Vibrant Robin’s eggs, Icelandic hot springs (where she’d fished out more than a few brazen mortals), even the electric swirl of star clusters. None shined nearly as bright as Agatha’s eyes. She met the spirit witch’s fond gaze and, for the first time, understood mascara’s appeal.

A thump against her chair shattered the moment. Bending over, Death scooped up her familiar. Rio kissed Victoria, the tarantula splayed in her palm, and stuck her tongue out between a gap-toothed grin as Agatha recoiled.

“Victoria would like a turn.” They were dangling her by her front legs, presenting her as one might an adorable kitten.

“Certainly not.”

She held Victoria against her ear, nodding as if listening to something sacred. Then, she thrust her forward, expression solemn, nearly tickling her nose. “She says, ‘Please, Aggie.’”

Agatha was immune to many things; Rio knew that the pout and her big, brown, pleading eyes she flashed were not often one of them.

With a resigned huff, Agatha flicked the brush quickly across the arachnid’s body.

“So help me, Rio, if you do not take that wretched beast from my face, she will soon be kindling for the hearth.”

Rio yanked Victoria into her arms with an exaggerated gasp, hissed, then deposited her back onto the floor.

The last Victoria disappeared four moons ago. Agatha maintained innocence, but Rio had her doubts—doubts involving a very large spellbook.

“Now, where did we leave off?”

Agatha took a blackberry from the bowl behind them—one that Rio carved for Agatha.

She bit into half, the dark juice bursting on her tongue. Her free hand snaked into Death’s raven hair. A sharp tug tilted Rio’s chin up to meet her gaze.

The pain made Rio’s scalp throb, right along with their cunt.

Agatha was grinning like she wanted to devour her. Blue eyes mischievous, pupils blown wide. The look sent giddy magic tingling through Rio, pooling like fire in her lower belly.

“It is said that a lady must apply pigment sparingly.” Agatha mused, her voice silken, “But you are no lady, nor am I a rule-follower.”

She dotted a generous amount of juice onto the apple of Rio’s already flaming cheeks, patting in the stain with a touch that was just shy of patronizing.

Then, she moved to her lips.

Agatha traced slow, teasing circles with the berry, dark juice seeping onto Rio’s mouth. She pressed until the stain was deep enough to mark. She was making a mess of her mouth just because she could. It was shameless. Obscene. And Rio felt herself unraveling.

They were gripping the edge of the chair so tightly it threatened to splinter, knuckles white, eyes squeezed shut, lips parting in a silent plea.

Thankfully, today Agatha did not make them wait.

Wordlessly, Agatha’s long fingers slid the fruit into the wet heat of her mouth. Rio moaned around them, unable to stop herself. Her tongue swirled over the soft pads before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked them clean.

The sound Agatha made was low, pleased.

Her other hand roamed, tracing the shell of Rio’s ear, the sharp jut of her cheekbone, the bony column of her throat.

Then, her lips replaced the fingers still in Rio’s mouth.

The kiss was deep. Rio whimpered as Agatha’s tongue slid slick and warm against her own.

Rio was just about bursting. Their human body running haywire with lust and adoration. The sheer magnitude of it, they concluded, might be what finally manages to kill them.

A languid roll of Agatha’s hips against her lap had Death arching up instinctively, chasing friction, only to be afforded none. She shifted, hoping to gain control, but Agatha’s hands caught her hips, thumbs pressing fleeting bruises into bone.

“Quite overeager, aren’t you, handsome?” The spirit witch teased, breath hot against Rio’s ear.

“I? Overeager?” Rio made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “Bold words for someone pressing herself against my lap like she’s sharpening a blade upon whetstone.”

She chuckled into Rio’s ear, smug, as if she had already won. “You love it.”

Then, she nipped at the sensitive shell before pressing a wet kiss against the mole just below.

Rio’s hips canted up, and they groaned, the sound guttural. Agatha giggled at the growl it turned into.

She pulled back only enough to smirk. “You wouldn’t wish to spoil my masterpiece with all this fidgeting, wouldst you?”

They were kissing again, frantic. Rio’s hands threaded in Agatha’s hair, pulling with a delicious force that had Agatha groaning into her mouth. And finally, finally, Rio struck.

She caught Agatha’s lower lip between her teeth and bit down hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from the spirit witch. The taste of her—blood, berry, magic—was dizzying. Her tongue swiped greedily over the wound, savoring every warm drop.

Agatha shuddered, bucking against her, and Rio laughed heartily at the way she tried—and failed—to stifle a moan.

When Death finally pulled away, their grin was wild.

Agatha’s chest heaved, hips still rolling of their own accord, eyes zeroed in on her bloodied mouth.

Still, she mustered enough composure to hum in approval. Her tone was laced with pride, affection, and only a touch of condescension. “There’s my quick study.”

But Rio wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.

They wanted to unravel her, to push Agatha until she shattered.

Rio’s grin turned wolfish, sharper than the dagger at their hip. Their fingers slipped between Agatha’s thighs, sliding through the evidence of her ruin.

“Oh,” Rio purred, voice like velvet, “You’re soaked, mi amor.”

Agatha gasped, her head falling to her wife’s shoulder, hips insisting against their teasing hand. She let out a groan into their neck. “Gods, Rio.”

The spirit witch pressed her lips to the tan, freckled skin, a last-ditch attempt at control. She trailed wet kisses up the side of her neck, along the sharp angle of her jaw. Peppered them along her cheeks, everywhere but her mouth.

Rio felt delirious with desire, but she wouldn’t let Agatha seize the upper hand—not this time.

Instead, her fingers swirled over Agatha’s swollen clit before slipping lower, gathering her arousal.

She chuckled as Agatha bit down on her neck, another desperate, failed attempt to smother a whine.

When Agatha lifted her head, eyes hooded and entranced, Rio held her gaze. Then, she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. Instead of sucking on them, slowly, deliberately she traced Agatha’s arousal around her lips as if it were a gloss. The gleam caught in the firelight.

Agatha moaned— wanton, sonorous and utterly wrecked. 

Her lifeblood, her arousal, and berry the color of her magic shone wet against Rio’s kiss-swollen lips.

The shimmering rouge a ritual, declaration.

“What was it you said about my work being poorly done?” Rio grinned, pleased that Agatha could only stare: face scarlet, lips parting, breath stuttering in her throat. She was trembling in her lap.

Perhaps, Rio mused, her little show might make Agatha come undone before she’d been truly touched. Just from the sight of Rio, painted by and dripping in her, engulfed entirely.

They tilted their head, waiting.

“‘Tis…suitable.” Agatha finally managed, though her unsteady voice betrayed her.

She could feel Agatha dripping through her dress.

Rio tsked. “A step more, Agatha, and you shall find my patience spent.”

Her lips curved, wicked as ever. “I believe that if a line is drawn, ‘tis but an invitation to cross it.”

“You are the most horrid human I have ever had the misfortune of meeting.” 

Agatha laughed, joyful and sun-drenched, and the Heliotrope above them bloomed at warp speed.

“Dare forget, and I’ll make certain you remember with every step come morning.”

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Hamster and Gretel Propaganda

Watch Hamster and Gretel cowards

Hamster and Gretel does have a VERY week first episode. However, it does get better and really hits its stride around episode 5 or so. So please don't write it off based on the first couple episodes. If you are a fan of PnF and MML, then you will probably enjoy it. It's full of the clever, slightly meta humor PnF and MML are known for. It's a little more modern in its humor, and that doesn't always work. But PnF itself ALSO had its contemporary humor that didn't really age, so that's nothing new. I'd say it falls in the middle of these two shows in terms of serialization, which isn't saying much, but it is in fact lightly serialized.

I understand preferring serialized shows (as usually I do too). However, that doesn't mean more episodic shows are bad. It's first and foremost a comedy. And it works at that. Granted, humor is pretty subjective, but I think its pretty funny. Its clever, and the unique situations the characters find themselves lends itself to originality. Obviously not all the jokes land, but I think each episode has something I laugh at every time. It is clearly a project that is dear to Dan Povenmire's heart, with references to his family practically everywhere. And that shines through in the interactions between the main cast. The characters are all very entertaining and our main cast show simple, but effective character growth. The characters I think are definitely the main appeal of the show. As is to be expected this show excels in wholesome and realistic family dynamics. Many of the characters echo previous archetypes shown in the Flynn-Fletcher and Murphy families. However, those families worked for a reason, and the Grant-Gomez family has enough of its own spin to keep it fresh.

"I gave birth to both of you. This is nothing."

If you haven't seen any episodes, here's a rundown of the characters. Kevin. The Guy with the minivan. He's the normie older brother, and the real main character, who feels overshadowed by his younger sister by the universe. But he's eager to insert himself into Hamster and Gretel's heroics and carves out a role for himself. While he works from the sidelines, he is a crucial member of the team. His actions often come from a place of protectiveness for his sister, in addition to the jealousy. However he never takes it out on her. Kevin is a teenage boy, and everything that entails. Awkward, a bit of a dumbass, and desperately trying to establish his identity. But he's also genuinely well intentioned, resourceful, and is a sweet and protective older brother to Gretel. I really appreciate how seriously the show, and the other characters treat Kevin and his contributions and struggles.

Gretel is an energetic, cheerful, reckless and stubborn girl. She's often oblivious to how Kevin feels about certain things. Despite her love for Kevin doesn't always take him seriously and is often annoyed with him and how he manages her superheroing, and tries to do things her own way, even when Kevin protests. Though she does value his attention and assistance. Kevin is the first one who Gretel will call out to for help in a pinch and he'll always jump in without a second thought, even if he's literally powerless.

The core of the show is the dynamic between Kevin and Gretel. They love each other, but also do get on each others nerves, and aren't afraid to tease each other. When they first received powers, Kevin was genuinely excited to be a superhero with his little sister, and though that didn't pan out the way he thought it was going to, both are genuinely happy to be a team. They trust each other immensely, and while the first episode is rather weak it does establish the amount of trust they have in each other. Despite Kevin's lack of powers.

The other titular character, Hamster is a talking hamster. He will not allow anyone to expect anything more than what he's already giving (he can talk what more do you want). But he's got a surprising amount out of depth. He's generally pretty inexpressive, but that contrasts with his petty hamster problems and his surprising variety of skills. Hamster's unflinching loyalty for Gretel, dry wit, and a penchant for messing with Kevin, really adds to team and family dynamic. Kevin and Hamster's growing friendship, built on friendly rivalry is another highlight of the show. Hamster may be a bit of a sarcastic grump, but we see him having to swallow his pride and ask for help and accept assistance somewhat regularly.

"We're more like neutral coworkers who live together."

Fred is an amazing character and rounds out the main quartet. Kevin and Gretel's cousin, a woman of many skills. A computer wiz, anime nerd, and talented gymnast among other things. Someone who on the surface seems far more suited to Kevin's role than he is. There's hardly ever a dull moment with Fred on screen who's constant cynicism contrasts nicely with Gretel and Kevin's more cheerful attitudes. Fred has grown up with the two of them and knows them well. She very clearly cares a lot about the two of them, though isn't afraid to call them out and isn't nearly as proactively concerned as Kevin. She's able to act as a mediator of sorts at times between the two of them. Fred also shows growth as she in individual episodes comes to appreciate people who aren't like her (emotional and cheerful), and comes to realize they have more in common than she initially thought.

"Yeah, they're still evil, 'cause you know, they're like teenage girls, but not supervillain evil."

The rest of the extended family is also delightful and has significant presence. Family is a central theme in this show, and the whole extended family often plays key roles in episode plots. It's very clear how important everyone is to each other and how family has made these people who they are. Carolina and Dave are very involved in their kids lives and have their own subplots and developed personalities. In addition Churro the family dog, Carolina's mother, her sister Meli, and Dave's sister (Fred's mom) Stacy really flesh out the family despite their limited appearances.

The rest of extended cast is also fun, really fleshing out the world. Bailey is Gretel's best friend and a particularly important reoccurring character. She starts as Hamster and Gretel's (superhero) biggest fan. Often oblivious, she's confident, energetic, intelligent and a genuinely supportive friend. She's still a somewhat reckless and obnoxious little kid, not unlike Gretel, but her passion, and strong principles help highlight Gretel's strength's and weaknesses. She's definitely the kind of weird little girl whose always got some weird facts on hand about some niche topic, which sometimes comes in handy. Her and Gretel's relationship is also a highlight as they unconditionally care about each other, but still often experience conflict, usually do to external forces.

Hiromi is the girl Kevin has a crush on, but a fully fledged character in her own right. She's goofy, passionate, hardworking, works at a comic shop, is the editor for the school newspaper, and ends up forming a fun friendship with Fred.

"I must point out again that vikings did not have canons. Or singing."

"mmm. Wouldn't be much of a musical without the singing."

"A girl can dream."

The villains are mostly one offs, but their often quite unique in premise and their motivations are often quite hilariously petty. Though, there is a slight overarching plot as the mystery behind the aliens motivations, which involves certain members of Gretel's rogue gallery. The plots are moving slowly, but developing nevertheless. The reoccurring villains also play a part in emphasizing the themes of family. Even minor villains occasionally have motivations related to their families. Two of the most frequent reoccurring villains, are Fistpuncher and the Destructress. A twins with the same powers as Hamster and Gretel who were given their powers by the same aliens, except to use for evil. They act as foils to Kevin and Gretel. Fistpuncher and Gretel are both impulsive younger siblings. Destructress and Kevin are both responsible older siblings, who want acknowledgement. Both sets of siblings are competitive, but care deeply for each other and have had their lives changed by powers beyond their understanding. Professor Exclamation, from the first episode, is also a reoccurring villain whose relationship with his son is also a major subplot. Nordle is a fun character who highlights Gretel's character strengths, as he develops out of his father's shadow.

I think some of Hamster and Gretel's main themes are family, trust and community, as it is in Phineas and Ferb and Milo Murphy's Law. I'll probably got more into those eventually. But I think there is another theme here of not underestimating people or making assumptions about them. Without giving too much away, whether its people repeatedly underestimating Kevin's skills, Fred learning that cheerleaders are just people, Hamster having a rich life outside of the Grant-Gomez's, or even just a grumpy clown being nice, characters are constantly subverting expectations. It may not be anything particularly mindbreaking to the audience, but to the characters they are constantly having to break through others expectations, or adapt how they view others.

Music, as always is top tier. I don't have anything else to add except that they're funny. Admittedly the opening is pretty weak. But there are plenty of other fun songs. I particularly like Don't Steal From the Banks, My Best Friend Bailey's Birthday, Ropa Vieja, I Think We'll Break for Lunch and How You Feel About Me.

"I'm a lemur and I love it and I'm standing on my toes"

Overall, the writing is witty, and there is a sense of continuity, between episodes in a lot of subtle ways so even as the episodes are largely self-contained. Conflicts are largely comedic in nature, and often absurd, which leads to creativity in how they are resolved. While they often are pretty predictable, they aren't particularly repetitive. I'm not really one to comment on voice acting, but the delivery of many lines really elevates the writing. Hiromi, Fred, and Fistpuncher in particular have really had some solid deliveries in my opinion that make okay dialogue, hilarious. I wasn't sold on Meli Povenmire as Gretel at first, but as the show has gone on I think she's improved, and really brings Gretel to life.

Overall the show is just a good time, and a sweet show about family and superhero shenanigans. The show is just fun to watch, simple, but effective and its a shame to see it go not only overlooked by people but looked at with disdain. It is definitely in part the shows fault for its weak start, I can't defend that. It's also not a particularly dramatic or emotional show, so if your looking for something like The Owl House or The Ghost and Molly McGee, you're not going to get it here. Though that isn't to say it doesn't have it's heartwarming moments. And it's not exactly Phineas and Ferb or Milo Murphy's Law either. But it's not fair to punish the show for something its not. Hamster and Gretel is delightful. So watch it cowards.

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Mai

Ming Dynasty references! Why Ming Dynasty? Honestly I'd seen other artists use it for Mai's wardrobe and I loved it. So it's in the realm of accurate in shape, goth-fire nation in colour palette.

(Reoccurring disclaimer for this art series: This is for fun, they are inspired by the show's costume designs and then extrapolated out with historical fashion or things I think will be fun to draw. These are not meant to be accurate, only inspired. I hope you like them!)

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Sweet Like Candy

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader.

Warning: MDNI, Oral (F receiving), fingering, swearing, masked Dick.

Summary: Nightwing might just think you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

"I didn't think you'd come," you breathed as Nightwing's lips traveled from the nape of your neck down to your collar bone, your head tilting to allow him more access to your skin that he practically devoured.

He pressed a few more open kisses to your flesh, leaving marks in his wake before he pulled back slightly, a dazed look to his gaze despite the mask.

"How could I miss this opportunity?" Just as quickly, he was back to kissing you. "You taste so good."

The cool night breeze caused for goosebumps to litter your skin, and sitting on a rooftop of Gotham city with Nightwing was not exactly ideal, but in the current moment you couldn't care.

Your breaths became more irregular, and gently Nightwing pushed you onto your back, hands beside your head as he sucked at your neck some more.

"Relax," he trailed, hands running along your body. You gasped as his hand squeezed at one of your breasts, before he began to go down your body.

You lifted your head, eyeing him curiously when he gave you a small smirk, his black mask staring back at you. His gloved hands worked at your pants effortlessly, pulling them off along with your panties and throwing them off to the side, forgotten.

When he made no movement, you attempted to close your legs from the outside breeze and his burning gaze, but his arms were quickly pushing at the plush of your thighs, keeping them apart.

He clicked his tongue. "Keep 'em open, pretty girl," he whispered, your bare pussy only mere inches from his face. "Let me have a taste."

You let out a moan when you felt his warm tongue lay flat against your cunt, sliding up and collecting all your juices onto his tongue. Your fingers racked through his hair harshly, and you swore you may have even pulled some of his hair out, but it didn't seem to bother him too much. He was lapping at your pussy eagerly, and you let out a curse when his lips latched onto your clit. He gave it a small suck.

"Oh my god," your back arched up, trying to keep you as close to him as possible, but he only let out a chuckle that vibrated throughout your body. You shivered from the vibrations of pleasure it sent.

"So sweet," he mumbled against you.

He was slurping at your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue fucking into you and swirling around. You already declared that this was better than what any man has ever given you. Your slick was coating his mouth and chin, though he pulled back and inhaled a large chunk of air.

"You taste fucking delicious," he breathed, staring your pussy down as his fingers came up to toy with your clit. You let out another moan and resisted the urge to close your legs.

He pinched and swirled at it teasingly, one of his fingers eventually dipping into you and curving upward, hitting your g-spot. His finger slid in and out, in and out. Then a second finger. In and out, in and out.

Your hands were desperately searching for anything to stable themselves against, since now you didn't have his hair to tug on. In the end, the only thing you could grasp onto was his left arm that was holding your leg down. Nightwing glanced up and gave another one of his charming smirks.

Although you and Nightwing have had these reoccurring 'meetups' many times before, you never asked the lingering question you wished to ask him when he was pleasuring you.

"Wha-" you were cut off by a strangled moan, and you tried again despite the coursing pleasure building in your lower stomach. "What's your name?"

You wanted to scream it, to moan it, you needed to have him.

His mask only shook back at you. "Nothing you need to know right now, my love," he delved down to suckle at your clit again, and the buildup was finally beginning to become too much for you to handle.

Your breaths were erratic, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Nightwing loved the sight, your body adorned and glowing in your sweat and your glistening pussy presented just for him. All him.

With a few more pumps of his fingers and a particularly harsh suck to your swollen clit, your orgasm washed over you in a massive wave. Your thighs shook and overstimulation was all you could feel when Nightwing was collecting your last few juices on his tongue, swallowing eagerly.

You were definitely right. Nightwing was the best pleasure anybody could've given you.

©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.

[cornfieldsrambles]

YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT WIGGLY'S SIBLINGS???? THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS????

omg ok SO

Meet the Lords in Black. Charming, aren't they?

Yes, Wiggly does indeed have four brothers who all do different things, so I'll cover them one by one, in order of introduction (since we've already met each of them in Nightmare Time at least once). BTW Nightmare Time has a fuckton of lore in it that I won't go into here, so even though I am about to spoil significant parts of it for you, I do recommend watching it, it's really good and if there's enough interest they might make a third one!

(Also you might notice they're all in doll form in this picture. This is how we knew them up until NPMD introduced us to what I call their Tumblr sexyman forms. Which are rad as hell by the way.)

So you already know Wiggly. That little green fucker, Wiggog Y'Wrath, the Capitalist Cthulu who does uwu-speak and starts a cult by invading people's minds. This will become a bit of a reoccurring theme with these guys. He's also the only one to successfully start an apocalypse, and the only one to have attempted to birth himself into our reality. (Or is he? We'll get to that...) He does seem to have some kind of dominion over the other LiB, as whenever all five of them show up there's always emphasis placed on him, like in NPMD where he does most of the talking while his siblings occasionally butt in.

Now for Bliklotep. Blinky seems to have slightly lower-scale ambitions than Wiggly, but don't let that fool you. Eyeball Boi is still incredibly dangerous. He runs an amusement park, WatcherWorld, deep within the Hatchetfield Witchwood. But it's not for the amusement of the patrons. Oh no. It's for Blinky's own amusement. Once you step inside, every insecurity, every shred of potential conflict will be ripped to the forefront, turning people against each other to the point of trying to kill each other until he's fully infected their minds. It's implied that, if not all, but a significant chunk of the workers at WatcherWorld were once patrons before having their minds taken over by Blinky. He's also implied to be the thing in Trail To Oregon that Jack Bauer sees during his venom-induced hallucination, as Blinky is referred to as "The Watcher With 1,000 Eyes", which is exactly what JB says he sees? Making Blinky the only LiB to induce a Starkid crossover. My headcanon is that the Dikrats founded Hatchetfield. But regardless.

Next up on the roster is Tinky. T'noy Karaxis, the Time Bastard. You may be wondering about that one line in NPMD where he recognised Pete as a Spankoffski, and said he "could have the whole set in his toybox". Has Tinky gone after Pete's relatives?

Well. Um. You know Ted, right? Yeah, his name is Spankoffski. He's Pete's big brother. We actually got the surname reveal before the brother reveal, lol. And that's not the only reveal we got about Ted. Our boy Teddy Bear has this whole entire tragic backstory and it turns out he gets fucked over in literally every timeline! Isn't that fun?

So, to summarise an entire episode: Tinky makes travel fuckery happen, Ted wants to go back in time to fix his life, accidentally goes back to before the time machine was created and gets stuck in the past, literally. Tinky is watching and laughing at the whole thing, then shows up to blow Ted's brain to smithereens with his weird little magic box, the Bastard's Box, where he stores all the people he toys with. Anyway Ted eventually catches up with the present by aging, except now no one knows who he is, he's... actually I won't spoil that. But once he dies he ends up eternally trapped and tortured in the Bastard's Box. Yaaay.

Fast forward to Nightmare Time 2 and we get introduced to Nibbly, in possibly the most unexpected way imaginable. He's revealed to have been behind a whole episode literally right at the end of said episode, and even though it was kind of foreshadowed, it hits you like a freight train in the best way. Remember when I said Wiggly was the only one who tried to birth himself into reality? That was kind of a lie. Nibblenephim can sort of do that anyway. Every year, he can possess a bunch of carcasses and create a living form to walk the earth for one night. He also has a cult of followers who provide him with the carcasses, as well as a sacrifice to feed on. There's a little more to it, specifically with how the sacrifice is chosen, but again, I'm trying to spoil as little as possible. Go watch Nightmare Time. Nibbly also seems to have a "pig" motif, and his theme song, The Nibbly Ditty, is a banger, easily my favourite of the three LiB theme songs we've heard so far.

And finally, we are introduced to Pokotho, in the very last episode of NMT2.

Except no. We were formally introduced to Pokey there, yes, but we've seen his apocalypse already. Long before NPMD, before Nightmare Time, even before Black Friday.

Yeah, remember me saying that Wiggly was the only one to successfully start an apocalypse? That was also a lie! Pokey already did that, and he did it without ever showing his masked face. Remember The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals? The blue spores that came down in a meteor and turned everyone into singing zombies? That was Pokey's doing! That's his blue spores! That's his apocalypse!

This also provides an explanation for why blowing up the meteor didn't work. Emma and Hidgens were right about the hivemind thing, but wrong about the location of the central brain. It wasn't the meteor - the meteor was just the vessel which carried the spores to Earth. The central brain was sitting safely up in the Black and White, laughing as Paul blew himself to smithereens. The central brain was Pokey, the Singular Voice, the most uncompromising of his brothers. The one who hates every voice that is not his own, hence the hivemind and making all of his zombies speak in HIS voice.

Anyway in NMT2 he's happily collecting musical zombies by taking on a human form and infiltrating a fighting ring of superpowered children until he has enough to kickstart another apocalypse. (Don't question it, we're almost done). He also calls himself Otho, not Pokey, making him the only LiB to have two different abbreviations of his name. Hannah is also there (remember her? Lex's little sister?) and she is like incredibly important to this whole thing, she has a super powerful mind, but that's a whole other thing.

But I did mention Hannah for a reason. Because you said "Wiggly's SIBLINGS". And while the Lords in Black are always referred to as brothers, they do have one more sibling. A sister. A Queen in White. And her name is Webby.

Yep, Hannah's imaginary friend isn't imaginary, who could have guessed? She's benevolent, always trying her best to combat her brothers' antics, but given that there's one of her and five of them, this is a bit of an uphill battle. Webby doesn't have a full name that we know of, nor does she have a doll. We don't know much about her. And she may not be all-powerful - but then again, neither are her brothers.

Infodump concluded. Hope this helps, it was very fun to write.

[mercurianchild]

hey love! what does a Plutonian chart look like? i'm not sure if I have one. how would that affect me?

Strong influence of Pluto…

What a strong Plutonian influence of Pluto in the chart could look like:

Pluto in the 1st, 4th, 7th and 10th house

Pluto aspecting inner planets (Mercury, Venus and Mars)

Pluto strongly aspecting the moon and ascendant, especially tight orbs

TW: mentions of s*x and death!!

Being Pluto dominant or having a strong influence of Pluto means that transformations, ego deaths, feelings of death and rebirth will accompany you for a life time. From my experience, this will be especially harsh in the childhood, youth and maybe in your early adult years. As time passes and as you get older, you might develop self care habits and safety mechanisms to protect yourself and your inner peace. Practising self love, meditation and mindfulness could be important to these individuals, as they could underestimate their beauty and their outstanding personality.

I’ve also seen that most traumatic events happen in the childhood, youth or early adulthood. But that’s just my observation.

Feelings of being deeply misunderstood rise while you are young and this feeling might follow you for years. Constantly searching for someone to understand your complex mind and depth of emotions. These people could benefit from searching for a valve to turn pain, bad experiences and any form of built up emotion into art. Be it writing, drawing, making music…

A reoccurring theme for Plutonians is sexuality. There may be blockages in regards of the own sexuality or experiencing it, but once they overcome this, they literally start to bloom in that area. This could turn into being hungry for power in general (or simply being turned on by overpowering the partner) or in being lascivious. They can be pretty much extreme and freaky in bed, actually. Being intimate never gets boring with them.

I know, this is what you read everywhere, but plutonic people are deeply magnetic and will catch your eye with their intense aura. Even if they are not seen as traditionally beautiful, these natives exude attractiveness and charisma. You just can’t ignore them and they will even stand out in a crowd. BUT! A lot of them don’t have the sex appeal like (for example) Megan Fox has. A lot of them have such an innocence to their appearance, but if you take a closer look you’ll see that they’re like fallen angels.

From my experience, plutonic people will have a deep connection to spirituality or the occult and a profound interest in psychology (for good and bad). They usually get into these things after really hard times in their life. They will attract jealousy and hate like flies, unfortunately and this could take a toll in their self esteem. Even strangers tend to be very competitive and mean to them in some way, because most people simply feel challenged by their presence.

Dear plutonic people,

you ALL are wonderful and you deserve so much more. I feel for every single one of you and I hope you will find true happiness and self acceptance. You’ve been through so much and you deserve the world for all that. I’m sending you all the love you might need right now or later! 🩶

[astuteology]

PLACEMENTS THAT MAKES SOMEONE UNABLE TO MOVE ON🤡

⚠️ This may or may not resonate with you. All of the observations below are what i have seen many many times, reoccurring.

Edit: so people are getting confused about these placements. Is it coming from the planet or the house?

I'll clear it up for you all. See what sign are they in for example; Sun in aries is exalted while sun in libra is debilitated. Mercury in 3rd house is strong while mercury in 12th is weak.

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Sun in someone's 5th house: rejection from them can take a big toll on your mental health, which can make you obsessive and unable to stop thinking about them.

Edit: if the sun is debilitated, it's coming from the sun person. If the 5th house consists of more than 2 aspects or planets, its the 5th house. In this case, sun is the core personality right.. if the sun is weak, it creates insecurities and egoistic nature. So if the 5th house person rejects the sun in any way, since sun is the owner of the 5th house, the sun goes crazy. Now if the 5th house is weak, let's say you have mars, saturn, uranus or pluto in the 5th natal, then you are likely to go crazy for the sun.

Venus in someone's 5th house: kinda same as the above but this placement makes someone come back again and again hoping for a different answer this time around. This placement can turn creepy pretty quickly.

Edit: venus feels very warm and good in both 5th and the 7th, also in the 12th if the sign and the placement are strong without any affliction. If one has Scorpio or aries venus, and the 5th house rejects them in any way, venus here goes insane.

Venus in conjunction with someone else's ascendant: this can make the either party be in denial about the breakup or the rejection. They tend to become stalkers and stalk every inch of the other person's social media. Even follow them home. Pretty scary if it's unrequited.

Edit: venus loves to be friends with ascendant in astrology. Venus being afflicted, let's say it's in Scorpio sign or it's in retrograde or it's making a close relationship with Saturn or mars, venus here goes kooky. If the ascendant person is insecure, let's say it has pluto, a weak lilith or neptune, the ascendant goes nutty. And if both the parties have this... scary.

Mars in the 12th and venus in the 8th: again, if the person is insecure, this can and will turn pretty nasty. They will blackmail you. May even post your private pictures online without you knowing or kidnap you. They can not deal with the break up or the rejection. Something about you rejecting them in any way triggers Something in them that makes them want to put you in your place (the 'place' is upto them).

Edit: mars is not friendly with the 12th and venus is not comfortable in the 8th. Afflictions on either side, creates this dynamics.

Venus in someone's 12th house: yes it can mean unrequited love BUT this can make a person became very depressed after getting rejected or after going through a breakup. In worst case scenario, the person can emotional or physically blackmail you, even threaten you.

Edit: venus feels nice and good in the 12th, since venus prefers giving unconditional love and support. But if one has weak venus (retrograde, martian plutonian venus, etc) venus gets empty here, and it hates being emptied. Same goes for the 12th, let's say you have Capricorn there, or you're 7th or 5th lord is in the 12th. In both the cases of venus and 12th house, the things i mentioned above, happens.

Mars in someone's 8th house: literally the worst of the worst. If either party already had a very low self esteem before meeting the other person, after that person goes away, this can make them come after you and hunt you down. Physical abuse is very much possible. There's no 'moving on' here.

Edit: mars DOES NOT like to stay hidden and in secrecy. So it disturbs the 8th house. The more afflictions here, the more mars becomes psychotic here.

Sun in the 8th house: they keep on coming back omg. They don't understand the word "no". For them, "no" means keep trying. Even if you say you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, they still think they have a chance. They are deaf, they can't hear no.

Edit: sun hates the 8th house when it comes to love and relationships. So if sun is afflicted and it feels uncomfortable in the 8th, or if venus is the lord of 8th or have libra or taurus in the 8th, the 8th house feels kind of seen here and it doesn't like that, because sun and venus are enemies. One likes to stay hidden, other wants to dig deep.

Moon in the 8th; they will try to bring you down in front of people. The types to make fun of your personal conditions just because they think it's gonna make you appear weak. It's just embarrassing and pathetic. You trusted that person with your personal things and this is what they give you just because their fucking brain can't handle the rejection. Moon in the 9th; bad mouthing. Will probably spread false rumors about you and will try so fucking hard to make people believe them, now if the other people already had something against you, they will believe them. Moon in the 1st and the 12th; will appear all good and nice in front of you, until one day you'll hear someone ask you about your personal life, which will get you thinking.. "how do they know?".... well... now you know who tf told them. They will tell your secrets to everyone they meet and turn the person against you.

Edit: moon hates 6th, 8th and the 12th house. Moon is a strong energy and it prefers to stay inside. You know the emotions you show, you rather feel it inside than show it to the world because yk how people can be. If moon or the house gets afflicted, let's say moon is in conjunction with Saturn or any of the above mentioned houses have north or the south nodes, they create toxic energies that i mentioned above.

Mars conjunct ascendant or mars making heavy aspects with the ascendant: although gentle and light, but this has the power to annoy you to your core. This aspect boosts the energy of the either party in the company of the other one which makes them dependent on the other gradually. Now if you have avoidant attachment style, I have a bad news for you.

Edit: see mars loves to be the leader and loves 1st house as well but without any grounding aspects, it gets out of control. Abuse happens here too, whether its verbal or physical. Depends upon the aspects and the planets here.

Mars venus conjunction and square: only GREAT when two sided, a "traumatic scene" when one sided. Now what do I mean by that? You see... we want to touch the person we feel a spark with, right? And if both party feels it, it's an electrifying thunderstorm that takes you to the deepest of the oceans and highest of the clouds. Now if the attraction is one sided... when you DO NOT want the attention, the help, the whatever from that person and here they fucking come again and again in front of your face. They are going to do disgustinggg things (don't even get me started on this).

Edit: mars and venus, masculinity and femininity, yin and yang, it's natural for them to be attracted to each other. Any change in the planets, takes away that attraction.

Mercury or neptune square ascendant or sun: Omg this is fucking annoying. The PERSON that you REJECTED because you DO NOT want to do ANYTHING with THEM and you POLITELY said NO but THEY DONT UNDERSTAND THAT SO THEY KEEP SOLVING THIS LIKE IT'S SOME KIND OF AN EQUATION UNTIL THEY GET THE ANSWER RIGHT. LHS=RHS. They keep on digging deep. They're gonna ask your friends, your family, anyone associated with you about your whereabouts, you number, you address because they don't think there is a valid reason that you rejected them. Now if you HATE when someone continously tries to butt into your life... I am sorry. Good luck with that anger cause they won't be hearing "no" anytime soon.

Edit: mercury is a curious planet, neptune is the planet of illusion, sun is the core personality and ascendant is the physical body of the soul. Square means there's a friction, and the solution is compromise. Now everyone is different, with strong moral authority and strong personality, so one may not want the connection, and the other is desperately after them. If mercury doesn't want to build a connection with sun or ascendant, the sun/asc goes mad, it kinda hurts the ego. If neptune doesn't want to get involved, the sun/asc creates their own perception of the neptune, since it's an illusion. If ascendant/sun does not want a bond with either mercury or neptune, both mercury and neptune tries to dig deep into it. Both can't accept. Both want to know why. It's gonna be hard for any of these placements of see the reality. Saturn NEEDS to be with either of them.

There are more, but this is it for now. Thank you!🤍

Edit: i'm genuinely so sorry for any confusion you had. Hope i cleared it!

[pxningfo0l]

It's a reoccurring pattern with Steve, getting come out to and then instantly shitting on the person's taste in people.

Robin comes out to him and tells him she liked Tammy 'The Muppet' Thompson and Steve immediately jumps onto making fun of her because obviously, he will. She sounds like a goddamn muppet! Robin may deny it, but he knows she knows he's right. And he never lets her forget it.

After the Byers family moves back to Hawkins, Steve gets closer to the Byer-Hopper twins (Not blood related twins, but with how similar they are they might as well be). He takes note of the way Will carries himself, the way he stares at Micheal Asshole Wheeler of all people when he thinks no one is looking.

The kid doesn't come out that quickly, so with Robin's advice, Steve takes his time, making it known how okay he was with Will's sexuality, even if he did have standards low enough to beat Robin's terrible Tammy Thompson taste (He says this to her and she reacts as predictably as ever- by throwing something at him).

When Will does come out to him, Steve makes sure he only freezes for a literal second, not wanting the kid to panic like he'd seen Robin do back then. Of course, as soon as he's done comforting and reassuring the kid that he's completely fine with him being gay, he immediately jumps onto making fun of his terrible crush on Mike, finding great joy in the bright blush burning the teen's face.

The next time someone comes out to him, he's more caught off guard than he was with Robin.

Not because he was shocked that Eddie liked guys, no. He might be stereotyping a little, but no straight guy goes that close to another man and calls him Big Boy all low and seductively, a teasing grin curling his lips, a glint in his eyes-

You get the point.

The reason why he's shocked is because Eddie comes out to him, and when Steve asks about crushes, Eddie says,

"Oh, I had the worst crush on you in high school."

Steve sits there, his jaw practically on the ground. The way Eddie says it, all casual, not caring about the consequences or the effect it has on Steve.

"Wh- I- Me?" He stammered out, incredulous. "Dude, I was the biggest asshole back then!"

Eddie chuckles at that, a low sound that sends further heat into Steve's already flushed body. "The me back then did not give a shit, let me tell you that man." He turns to Steve then, giving him a slow look, a gaze more like, and smirks. "I certainly understood why the ladies were so desperate for you and your gorgeous locks."

His heart is pounding like crazy, an audible thump in his ears. Thoughts race in his head, one after the other, all jumbled up until what comes out of Steve's mouth next is,

"So what, you've got a thing for douchebags? Seriously?"

Eddie shoots him another look, more confused than ever. "What?"

"You heard me," Steve says, feeling the next words come out of his mouth like a waterfall. "I was a huge asshole in high school dude. How the hell did you have a crush on me back then? Did you seriously have no standards? You'd really stoop that low just because I had nice hair? I have good hair, and I'm nice now! What's stopping you from-"

Steve cuts himself off with an audible clack of his teeth, a sound that most often comes from Robin when she shuts herself up.

Goddamnit Robin.

Eddie is staring at him with wide eyes, the cigarette between his fingers burning away. Steve wants to watch the smoke curl away, but he's too transfixed on Eddie's doe-like gaze.

Then Eddie's features smooth over, a terrible, terrible grin curling its way onto his lips, deepening that dimple on his cheeks. He leans forward eyes lidded just slightly, and says,

"What's stopping me from what, sweetheart?"

[kisakis-boyfriend]

CONGRATS ON 3000!!!!!!!!!!!! Here’s to the next 77000:3

Can I please have wriothesley with the whole alphabet!!!!!???? I love him so much and your writing is literally so good I need more subby wriothesley in my life:(

Author's Note: asdfghjkl that would be so many people!! O_____O''' But thank you! I think we could all use more subby Wriothesley tbh. I wasn't able to finish this on the first day of his banner rerun, but I am posting it during his rerun. All Wriothesley wanters will be Wriothesley havers!!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A master when it comes to aftercare, Wriothesley will allow you to smother him with affection a little bit, but he's also going to do the same to you.

He's the kind of person who really shows how much he cares about your well-being — believing that doms deserve the tenderness of aftercare just as much as the subs who get wrecked.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Wriothesley would be rather proud of his chest. He keeps himself fit — you kind of have to if you want to run an underwater prison — and his chest shows that off nicely. And obviously he knows that he has the juiciest, finest ass in all of Teyvat.

Of yours, oddly enough, he finds himself admiring your waist a lot. When he's watching you fuck him, he does end up staring at your waist and hips 😚

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

His cum is more liquidy than thick, and he usually doesn't shoot it very far. His cum tends to run down his shaft or gather on his stomach/whatever surface is under him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wriothesley has a reoccurring fantasy where you kidnap him from his office and whisk him away somewhere, tie him up, stuff all of his holes with toys and vibrators, and then leave him for a few days until his brain turns to mush.

Of course, this isn't practical since his job requires his presence at all times, but a man can dream, right? 💔

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced as a dom/top, but he really didn't have experience as a sub/bottom until he met you. Most of the people Wriothesley had hooked up with wanted him to top, so he did. It was a rare find indeed to meet someone who lusted after him in a different way.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

Bent over things. Bonus points if you bend him over something in his office. 😌

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think he can be a little goofy, and you'll probably hear him nervously giggle quite a bit, but otherwise Wriothesley is somewhere in between.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Listen, it should be no secret that I like body hair, and I will spread my propaganda whenever possible– Wriothesley trims his pubic hair maybe once a month, just because it gets pretty thick and unruly. Otherwise, he allows his natural beauty to flourish~

(Also, Wriothesley has gorgeous dark chest hair. It looks beyond sexy when he's sweaty after an intense workout 🥵)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Wriothesley is incredibly romantic during sex, and he would hope that you're the same. You can see how much he loves you by the look in his eyes. Subtle intimate actions also tell you how much he adores you and cherishes you — such as; grasping your arms and hands when you speed up, pounding him even faster.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Wriothesley definitely jerks off every other day. His job is not an easy one, and he can't ask you to constantly visit him to relieve the tension every waking second. So, he takes care of it when he has a spare moment.

Normally, he'll stick to fucking his fist to satisfy himself, but if he really needs that extra push, Wriothesley will insert a finger or two into himself, even though it's never as good as your cock.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, bondage, some roleplay, exhibitionism, cock worship, body worship, and leashing/puppy play.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office for sure. Wriothesley will also sneak away to have sex just about anywhere in the Fortress of Meropide… it's a little concerning 😅

I can also see him having a thing for fucking out on the wild. On one of his rare visits up to the surface world, he'll plan a nice picnic date with you somewhere far away from populated areas, and you two will have rough sex after a romantic lunch~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pet names are a great way to subtly turn him on, especially if you use them sparingly but at just the right moments. Whispering in Wriothesley's ears will also do the trick, or getting close enough for him to feel your breath on his skin.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Honestly? The thought of being the dom again has become a turn off.

You opened his mind to the world of bottoming, submitting, and giving control to someone else, and Wriothesley has no intentions of going back to the opposite. Maybe he could see himself being a submissive service top, but never a dom again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He's fine with either, but Wriothesley has come to enjoy giving you head much more than he ever thought he would 😋

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It's entirely dependent on his mood, how his day went, what's going on at work, etc. Sometimes, rough sex is great to de-stress, other times, slow and sensual is what your darling needs.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan actually. An occasional quickie isn't a problem, especially if that's all you two can manage with your schedules, but you shouldn't make it a habit.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I'd say Wriothesley is a frequent risk-taker. Mostly when it comes to where you have sex though. Trying new positions is also fun for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

My god… stamina for days! Wriothesley can go multiple rounds every time you have sex, and he always hopes you can manage at least 2. He can handle long rounds as well.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a few that you gave him as presents, and he definitely uses them if he's desperate enough. Usually though, Wriothesley won't use toys unless you're together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing words are the most common occurrence — Wrio is a little too smooth for his own good. He definitely teases you when it comes to showing off his body too. He's the kind of guy who will undo another button on his shirt to see how you'll react, bend over to purposefully present his perfect round butt, and strike a provocative pose when he's half-naked after a workout. Whatever he can do to make your eyes glaze over with lust, Wriothesley will try out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not super loud, but he's not exactly silent either. You'll hear lots of deep grunts, panting, breathier sounds in general. The loudest noises you can pry from Wriothesley are sharp cries of pleasure when he cums after being particularly pent up.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Wriothesley is too strong for his own good, and he's broken several pieces of furniture before due to his strength. Sometimes he just grips the edge of a desk too tight and it crumbles. He's also ripped many sets of bedsheets before 😔

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A solid 6 inches. He is cut, unfortunately, but his dick is still rather pretty. It's not quite as veiny as you might expect it to be too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty damn high, and can you blame him? He literally lives at his workplace, spending his life underground—underwater—and rarely gets more than an hour to himself at a time. Although, even without taking all of that into account, I think he'd still have a naturally high libido. He's just built that way.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's not one to fall asleep immediately, not unless the sex happens in the middle of the night or something. He's a little more relaxed, yes, but he can stay awake just fine afterwards.

[petersasteria]

No Way (4) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce. WC: 3755 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || gd masterlist

The silence after Jiyong's mom left your apartment was palpable. With his face still stinging and your eyes red and puffy, you looked at each other in silence. Jiyong knew that words couldn't fix everything, so he chose to be quiet. There were many things running through his head and you wished you knew what he was thinking about. God, you wished you knew.

Was he guilty?

Was he sorry about it?

Was he thinking of you and your family?

Was he thinking of her?

Jiyong stared at you and he wanted to know what you were thinking. Ever since this whole thing, he didn't know how to read you anymore and it scared him. He used to know how every furrowed brow is different, what every smile meant, when you felt tired, and now, he's lost. The spark in you has left and he knew it was his fault, but he didn't understand why he did what he did.

Eventually, you broke the silence.

"I'll go get you some ice." You whispered before making your way to the fridge to retrieve the ice pack you kept in the freezer.

Jiyong didn't know a lot of things, but he knew one thing: that ice pack is a symbol of the coldness he's about to receive from you.

Symbolisms were reoccurring things in your relationship with Jiyong. Specifically, 11:11. He didn't believe in it at first. He just thought Youngbae was being so sickly romantic about it.

"Just make a wish when you stumble upon it. I swear! It'll change your life." Youngbae happily said as he closed his eyes to make a wish.

"How does that even work? You just-"

"Shh, I'm wishing." Youngbae said with eyes closed. Jiyong rolled his eyes and waited for him to finish. Youngbae looked at him and said, "Just make a wish, but don't tell anyone or else it won't come true."

"You guys talking about 11:11, huh? My best friend Y/N told me the same thing. I thought she was going crazy!" Daesung laughed. "Maybe she's right."

"Are you guys just saying this because it's 2011? Or is this actually a thing?" Jiyong raised a brow in suspicion. He had never heard of this 11:11 nonsense.

"It's actually a thing." Daesung and Youngbae said at the same time. Seunghyun heard the whole thing and snickered, "Just wish for a girlfriend and if you get one, then you'll know it's true."

The next time Jiyong stumbled upon 11:11, he muttered, "Let's try this shit out, I guess." He wished for a girlfriend over and over until 11:12 rolled around. He looked at his watch and shrugged. There was no harm in trying, right?

To his surprise, his wish came true. He had a slew of girlfriends, but the relationship never really lasted long. Jiyong kept wishing and wishing and when his last girlfriend broke up with him before 2012 ended, he decided enough was enough. Or so he thought.

Daesung had invited the guys to your year-end party that was held at your childhood home. Being the introvert that he is, he knew he wanted the guys to go with him. Besides, it gave him a chance to introduce you to them.

When all of you were introduced, you were whisked away by your other friends, dragging Daesung with you. The guys sat on the couch and helped themselves with the snacks on the coffee table. At one point, Daesung joined them, his social battery already drained before midnight.

Jiyong got up from his seat on the couch and said, "I need some air." The other guys nodded and he went out to the balcony and breathed the cool night air. He looked out and realized you may be the luckiest girl to grow up in such a rich neighborhood. The view was amazing and he was sure you felt like a princess living in a palace.

He glanced at his phone and he snickered to himself. Of course, it was 11:11. He sighed to himself and wished that the next girl he sees is the girl he's going to marry. Just as he finished wishing, you stumbled outside and smiled. "There you are!" You said cheerfully.

He looked at you and he never really got to see you properly. Now that he was staring, he found you beautiful. He didn't know why Daesung didn't introduce you immediately, but if he were in Daesung's shoes, he would've done the same thing and gatekept you for a little while longer.

"The guys are looking for you. Besides, it's time to get settled. It'll be midnight soon. If you don't leave the balcony, I'm afraid we won't see you until next year." You joked and he chuckled, looking at the ground.

"I'll be right there." He replied. You nodded at him before leaving. He looked up at the sky and said, "Universe, you answer my wishes real quick."

11:11 had been a staple in your relationship. It was your lucky time.

It was summer of 2013, on 11:11, when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were both at a beach and he gave you a pretty seashell. "This seashell is as pretty as you." He said as he handed it to you. You blushed and thanked him. "But I think you'd be prettier in my arms. Will you be my girlfriend?" He was tremendously nervous, but all his nerves went away when you pulled him into a deep kiss. "Does that answer your question?" You asked playfully as he gave you a gummy smile and kissed you again.

He proposed on 11:11 too. It was your 5th anniversary as a couple and he was so happy that both of you lasted so long. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were so happy.

Since every milestone in your relationship happened on 11:11, you decided to get married on, well, 11.11. It was a beautiful wedding with motifs of white and blue. It was truly magical.

11:11 was such a special hour. You gave birth on 11:11 too. It was the best wish you and Jiyong received (aside from each other, of course). You didn't know what happened after that, but everything started falling apart.

He came home at 11:11 PM, smelling like another woman's perfume and you knew everything was broken.

Jiyong glanced at the clock and it read 11:11. You handed him the ice pack and said, "I'm going to sleep."

"Make a wish before you sleep. It's 11:11." He said softly as he placed the ice pack on his cheek. You smiled sadly and said, "I stopped believing in that the moment you first went home smelling like another woman's perfume, but thanks for the consideration. Good night."

You left and he frowned.

-

It had been days since that moment and here he was backstage at BigBang's comeback concert. The guys were avoiding him, but not so much that staff would be suspicious about it. If you asked him, he thought the guys were Oscar-winning actors for the stunt they're pulling.

Seunghyun was trying so hard to keep a conversation with him because he knew he needed chemistry with him for Zutter.

Youngbae was fuming. He had been quiet since the whole debacle, but he wanted to say a bunch of shit. He was just waiting for the right time.

Daesung had nothing to say. He said everything he wanted to say that day at your apartment while you were out with Seunghyun. When Jiyong tapped his shoulder, all he said was, "I have nothing to say to you." Jiyong never tried again after that.

You were at home, crying your eyes out as you read through the divorce papers Jiyong gave you months ago. Seo-yeon was staying at Jiyong's parents' house as you sorted everything out. You moved some of your things at Daesung's place because you knew you had to stay somewhere after the divorce. You didn't want to stay at your shared apartment.

Fate was funny, especially when truth and karma joins in. Everything happened all at once and in a twist, it all happened at a certain hour:

Jiyong's mistress was browsing through her pictures to post on Instagram and by mistake, she clicks on her risqué selfie with Jiyong and posts it on her Instagram along with her recent vacation photos. She wouldn't know her mistake until minutes later.

Jiyong and the guys thanked the fans for coming to their concert. They all faked a smile at each other and gave each other a hug before bowing to their fans. They all left the stage after that.

After staring at Jiyong's contact for an hour, you wiped your tears and texted: I'm signing the papers.

When Jiyong checked his phone at 11:15, his heart dropped because of two things: he read your text and his mistress' photos go viral because of her mishap. He heard multiple pings behind him as he stopped walking and he knew that it now reached the guys.

Seunghyun walked up behind him and gave him a pat on the back, "Congrats! Everyone knows that you're an idiot now."

Youngbae walked past him and said, "I'm so fucking happy right now."

"~Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not?~" Daesung smugly sang as he walked a little slower, looking at Jiyong dead in the eyes as he sang the last line. He snickered before shaking his head, leaving Jiyong behind.

Jiyong felt nauseous. His head was spinning and the whole venue felt stuffy. He was panicking and he didn't know what to do. Just as his vision blurred with tears, his phone rang: it's his mistress.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Jiyong shouted through the phone. "Why did you do that? Did you know how much you just jeopardized my career?!"

"Whoa, look, I'm sorry. If you ask me, you ruined your career the second you cheated on your wife! I'm not the bad guy here!" She argued through the phone.

"You don't get to pretend you're a good person now. You actively went after me too and you knew I was married. You had the choice to say no, but you didn't. You're just as bad as I am." Jiyong seethed as angry tears stream down his face. His face was red and the staff made sure to stay out of his way as he started walking to the dressing room.

The three guys heard everything from their shared dressing room and they all snickered. "He deserved it." Daesung said.

"True." Youngbae nodded. "What's Y/N up to?"

Daesung shrugged, "She never replied. I'm guessing she's asleep now."

You weren't.

You saw the post.

You saw the comments.

You were numb.

You didn't want to face anyone, so you turned off your phone and curled up in bed. You turned to face Jiyong's side of the bed and sighed as nw tears streamed down your face. "Why did we have to end up this way?" You whispered and cried to yourself. You never expected your marriage to go south the way it did. You cried yourself to sleep and by the time Jiyong came home, his eyes were like yours. He wasn't even sure what he's crying about. He glanced at the door of your shared bedroom and stood outside for a while. He hesitated, but he reached for the doorknob and was surprised to see that it was unlocked; like it was left unlocked on purpose.

He opened the door and he saw your sleeping figure, hugging his pillow. He smiled sadly and went inside before closing the door behind him. He crouched down in front of your face and he gently brushed your hair away from your face. You stirred in your sleep and Jiyong froze. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him.

"You were always a light sleeper." He said softly.

"You cried." You stated. He nodded, "You did too."

Both of you stared at each other in silence. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, but you were so tired of crying. You've already been crying for months.

"I'm-" Jiyong started, his voice cracking a little bit. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Truly."

"That's all I wanted to hear, Ji." You croaked out as you cried in front of him. Seeing you like that made him cry too. He sat down on the bed as you sat up and looked at him. "You have no idea how long I've waited for an apology." You breathed.

"I'm sorry it took so long." Jiyong confessed. "I was just being prideful. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did, Y/N. There's no excuse."

You cried and nodded. He pulled you in for a tight hug as both of you cried. It was messed up; you were hurt by the man you love, but he was the only one who could comfort you. He kissed the top of your head and pulled away, "I really did love you. Please remember that. I was just being a dick. I know you've seen the post. It was everywhere, after all."

You could only nod.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"Ji, are you crying because you hurt me or are you crying because of your career?" You asked carefully, not knowing if he'll get angry.

"Both." He said, staring off into space. "I wish I never did what I did. I wish I just fixed it when you gave me he chance a few months ago. If I did, my career wouldn't end up like this."

You nodded slightly.

"I got your text, by the way." Jiyong said as he looked at you, eyes red and puffy. "Did you sign it?"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I know I said that I'd sign it, but I couldn't. It's so hard to do. This is the only love I've known, Ji. I can't afford to lose it."

"I think you should sign it, Y/N. You deserve to be happy; you deserve a do-over. I'm aware of the shitty things I did now, so please accept the freedom I'm willing to give you. You can break free from this marriage and I'm allowing you to."

"But I still love you, Ji." You whimpered. Tears streamed down Jiyong's cheeks once more and he said, "And I'll always love you. I'll always have love for you and I'll forever see you as my wife. It's never a question of whether you still love me or not. I just want you to get away from all this and start new and I'll always support you whether you want to get married to someone else or not. You just deserve to be happy after all this shit."

"Take your time, my love." He added.

The next day, you woke up to a quiet apartment. You found yourself snuggly tucked in bed and you guessed Jiyong tucked you in after crying yourself to sleep. You got up from bed, stretched, and walked out of your cold room. Your feet padded on the cold floor and you heard voices coming from Jiyong's office.

You quietly opened the door and saw Jiyong standing up, facing the window, not knowing you were watching. His left hand was clutching his phone which was raised on his ear while his right hand was on his hip. He looked ghostly. His face was pale, he was skinnier than usual, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were tired and puffy. He looked... awful. You had never seen your husband like that.

"So what do you suggest I do?" Jiyong asked, his voice hoarse. "I didn't even post that shit. It's all that girl's fault."

He paused before he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled with a loud huff, "No, I don't have contact with her anymore. I deleted her contact this morning, but before I deleted it, I asked her to take down the post and thankfully, she did. I know it doesn't fix anything because it's most likely everywhere at this point, but at least the source of it is deleted.... No, I broke it off with her already.... Y/N? Let's not talk about her. She's already hurting. I don't want her dragged around for this. I messed up big time, but she's still my wife. Even I'm not that cruel."

He turned his head and saw you standing by the door. He gave you a tight lipped smile, "Let's talk about this later. I have stuff to deal with right now. I think it's best if we just let it die down before I clear anything up.... Alright. Bye."

He hung up before he walked towards you, "I didn't know you were up."

"Yeah, I just woke up." You whispered and he nodded.

"I hope you're hungry. I cooked breakfast." He said softly as he walked past you with you trailing behind. When you reached the dining area, he motioned for you to sit down as he filled your plate with the food he cooked. "I, uh, I looked up a few recipes. I hope the seaweed soup I made is at least up to par." He said shyly, chuckling to himself. He laid down your plate in front of you and to his credit, it smelled good. You watched as he filled his plate and both of you sat down.

The food was surprisingly good. You ate in silence, neither of you wanted to address the elephant in the room. When he was done eating, he stared at you as you ate slowly.

"I bought us some ice cream. I'll go get it." He said before he rushed off to get it from the freezer. When he came back with ice cream, you were already finished eating.

As soon as both of you were done eating ice cream, Jiyong cleared the table and washed the plates. He even cleaned the table and filled your glass with water.

"If you need anything, just knock on my door. I'll just do damage control. Meanwhile, please don't go online." He pleaded.

"I never intended to." You said.

He nodded, "Good. Keep yourself busy." He turned and went straight to his office to make a few calls. You heard him shut the door and sighed before going to your room and packed a few of your things to send to Daesung's place.

Later that day, Jiyong issued an official apology to you, the boys, his management, and his fans. He told everything from the beginning; from when he first cheated until the most recent. If your Instagram notifications weren't going off before, they were now.

-

You signed the divorce papers three days later. When you did, Youngbae and Seunghyun decided to pick you up from your shared apartment. Jiyong watched as the guys took some of your things; the things that are already in boxes. They all glared at him and didn't say anything.

Well, at one point, Youngbae said, "You're not the man I grew up with. I truly hope I get to see him again, but I guess now isn't the time."

That stabbed Jiyong's heart.

When they were done, you and Jiyong stared at each other. "I hope you'll be happy. Daesung's place is pretty cozy." Jiyong said softly.

You nodded, "I hope you'll be happy as well. I know how hard you worked for your career to happen and I hope you don't lose the fire you have in you."

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. I wish things were different, truly." He smiled softly. "Best of wives and best of women."

You smiled at him as tears clouded your vision. "I wish things were different too. Thank you for everything."

You gave each other one last hug before you heard someone clear their throat. You both pulled away and saw Daesung leaning against the front door. "Wait downstairs, Y/N." He said coolly.

You nodded before glancing at Jiyong one last time and kissed his cheek. You grabbed your bag and walked past Daesung to go wait downstairs.

"Dae, you're here."

"Surprise." Daesung said in a low voice as he made his way towards Jiyong. "Congratulations on ruining your marriage, by the way. Here, I thought being stupid is just one thing, but you invented a new kind. It's obvious that you never thought anything through before that first mistake because you went and did it again and again. I thought songs were only stuck in replay, turns out mistakes can be in replay too."

"Daesung-"

"You just redefined what EVERYONE thought about you. Congratulations!"

"Hey, I sacrificed my career when I posted my apology! I sacrificed everything I worked hard for, Dae. Don't you realize that?!" Jiyong shouted.

Daesung scoffed, "Sacrifice? You don't know the meaning of that. Sacrifice is everything that Y/N did for you. She stayed married to you even after you asked for a divorce, she sacrificed her career to be a full time mother to Seo-yeon and a full time wife to you, she spent many nights alone in your bed because you were either on tour or fucking someone else in a hotel room, she sacrificed her mental wellbeing just to keep you, and she sacrificed herself just to be seen by you."

"This is how you repay her? Fuck you. I know you never expected me to come here, but I am and I'm not here for you, Jiyong." Daesung glared, his words full of venom. "I know Y/N like I know myself. You'll never find anyone like her and when she told me that night that she liked you, I stood by and SACRIFICED my feelings for her just to see her happy with you. Do you know why I did that?"

Jiyong stayed silent.

"It's because I love her. I love her more than life itself and I will always, always choose her happiness and wellbeing over mine every single time. Whether you admit it or not, Y/N's the best thing that ever happened to both of us, so don't you ever forget that you've been blessed with the best wife and fumbled it." Daesung finished. He looked at Jiyong up and down before saying, "Good luck in life."

With that, Daesung turned around and left, leaving Jiyong standing in a half empty apartment.

-

A/N: you ask, i deliver. hope you enjoyed part 4!

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[yandere-yearnings]

what r ur thoughts on sun getting jealous and crazy but darling matches his freak and might just be worse… erm…. i have no excuse i just need to ruin this man he makes me VISCERALLY ANGRY. but in. like. a Pleasant way. the people (me) are dying to know 🎤🎤🎤

genie you're out here asking all the right questions😌💕 there are a few possibilities for how things may turn out and it all depends on the situation at hand so i wrote out two little bits hehe also, sun is staring bc he heard the word ruin and it put an image in his head,, i think you need to take him away🤧 to the people (you) i present sun w/ a jealous darling:

...in general

Honestly, Sun believes jealousy is a healthy feeling to have in a relationship. He's a bit delusional, and really, he flies off the rocker way too easily for someone who supposedly has a lax stance on the matter, but he thinks it can only be proof that you love each other. You don't like the way other people are putting their hands on him? That means you accept that he's yours! So, if you just happen to be a jealous person like that, he doesn't mind; in fact, he endorses it and will set-up situations just to watch the way you seethe.

Now, matching his freak — potentially being even worse than him — is an entirely different thing. Tell him you'll pluck off his fingernails just because they grazed someone else's hand and it has him squeezing his thighs together like it'll stop you noticing how hot the comment made him. Sun loves feeling like you possess him, and he's ready to give himself over to you wholly if that's what you want.

...when he is jealous

On the odd occasion that Sun loses his cool and lets his reoccurring jealousy drive him off the edge, he isn't really able to comprehend anything other than his desire to paint the walls with someone else's blood. You could be equally as mad, you could be tearing at his clothes with your hands at his throat, you could be screaming into his ears until the drums burst — but Sun isn't there so it doesn't change anything. Whoever or whatever it is that's taking your attention away from him will be his only priority in that moment, and if he can't deal with it imminently, he'll be thinking of how to until he can.

If you can overpower him, there's opportunity to calm him down. No amount of words will reach him when he's in a mood, regardless of their severity, but if you can hold him back for a while, he'll eventually be able to come to his senses. Although, that doesn't mean he's any less angry. You best keep your promises and do everything you said you would to him, Sun is waiting for you to teach him a lesson so he knows you still care.

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick-a-Carp: REM - Random Emerging Messages (From Your Dreams) 🐠🌑🔮

*･ﾟ✧Masterlist | *･ﾟ✧Ko-Fi

Sup y'all, it's time for another pick a card reading! I have always enjoyed dream interpretation, long before I discovered tarot. Amazing insights and revelations have come through by understanding dreams, at times being more predictive than waking signs. Although it can be hard to be really into dream interpretation when I can't remember most of mine upon waking. 😅

So for this Pisces New Moon, this reading will look into what kind of dreams you may be having and the messages they're trying to tell you. We have many dreams at night we don't remember, so this reading will take a deep dive into those hazier ones into account as well as the more significant dreams. Pick any one of the three beautiful koi fish varieties:

1 - Asagi - Blue/Silver 💙 2 - Showa - Black/White 🖤 3 - Utsuri - Orange/Black 🧡

Pile 1 - Asagi 💙

4 of Cups, Queen of Swords, XVII Star, 10 of Pentacles; Full Moon Sagittarius, 3 of Prisms, 3. In the Light of the Moon, Spider, Self-Care

Hi pile 1,

Your dreams focus mainly on the past. You may be having rather realistic dreams of situations that have already happened. There is a skeleton key present in these dreams in order to unlock a passage. This dream must be processed to clear old stuck energy that's keeping the conscious mind tied back. It may require seeing things from a different angle or point of view, or looking at the dream in a new light. This dream may be annoyingly repetitive but it's not without purpose. The message is relentless for you to receive it, so it uses the same dream or similar set-up to stay direct. Like solving a long tricky math problem on a practice test.

This dream may likely involve family members or close friend groups. You may relive confrontations you've had with them previously, or dream that you're getting into conflict with those you are otherwise on good terms with. You may get emotionally meshed with others' energies which appear in your dreams as a bigger tide in your imagery (they may even appear taller in dreams). It's important to apply clear judgement when it comes to these scenarios. Having a bad dream where a good friend cheats or fights with you is trying to help you understand how your emotions contribute to relationships; it's not a reflection of the actual state of the relationship. So this friend may be testing boundaries from within the safe confines of your dreams so you can figure out how to respond to such situations. In waking life, pile 1, you may need to review how you see your individual self as distinct from your community. Your dreams want you to center and reclaim your mind and boundaries so these scenarios can't phase you or your future decisions, because no, it doesn't have to happen like last time.

Your dreams show you are a caring person with great regard for your community's well being. With Spider, I think of the web, so this could be an online community or just one that feels tied together as a unit. This could also represent a large work environment where you collaborate with many people. Despite this, the Spider is largely an solitary being. These dreams could have people trying to call you, or talk to you, even if you're not able to hear what they're saying. Your reverie is swimming with their collective energy, but in doing so is also asking you to instead look towards yourself for insight. Let's say you have a reoccurring dream where a love interest keeps blasting your phone but for some reason you can't answer it, or the phone dies as you answer it. Consider what you would want the person on the other line to say ("I think you're really cute"), then ask if these are affirmations you can give to yourself now ("I think I'm really cute"). The Star card says you can provide yourself with the positive feeling you may be seeking in your dreams. They're wanting you to come back to yourself and stand on your own two fins--er, feet.

Dream Symbols: Outer Space, Light, Family Gatherings, Foreign Lands or Languages, Clothing, Groups of 3 or the Number 3

Pile 2 - Showa 🖤

6 of Wands, X Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles; Void-of-Course Moon, 5 of Relics, 42. Gentle Moderation, Butterfly, Take Charge

Hey pile 2!

Regular, practical matters seem to be the main concern here. This could be your physical body, housing, work, or your finances. The symbols in your dreams represent everyday worries like running errands. However, the dreams that start out as casual can quickly become unstable or chaotic. Grand plans like an expensive flight could be made only to suddenly cancel, or you may have dreams of getting lost and struggling to find directions only for the scenery to constantly morph itself around. Each scene may wildly change the circumstances and elevate activity in sleep. Emphasis is placed here on releasing your worries. Occasionally, they may be pointing out certain stressors or physical issues in the body. Overall, there is a need to take control of your circumstances as the captain of your ship, and you may find that with more time and awareness, you can tap into lucid dreams.

Out of all piles, your dreams likely make the least amount of sense. It could involve a lot of sudden frenzy or inexplicable changes, like seeing strangers turn into floating pumpkins or going to a doctor's clinic only to find that you are the doctor. I feel this is because you normally have your head on your shoulders in your waking life, and you may come across to others as steady and dependable. So when things go awry in sleep, these elements force you out of your comfort zone to showcase how you would react to a variety of scenarios. Many of these dreams come as a direct result of an every day worry and can be interpreted in a straight forward way, despite the seeming randomness. Going to the library to drop off a book that turns to glittery bats when you pull it out of your bag, for example, may simply be reminding you of a library book that's actually due.

You have the 6 of Wands, here, so it looks as though the events your dreams are based from largely resolve themselves even if it can stir you up in your sleep. Many of these things are fated to happen anyway, so there's no need to fret about them, and in fact worrying and overthinking may make the situation worse. So if you have an embarrassing dream about a job interview, it could be a reminder to practice answering questions beforehand. There's a good chance you will still do well at the interview as your dreams are helping you to see that you can handle any sudden disruption in plans and see your goals through. The caterpillar is destined to change into a butterfly no matter what, so it's okay if it has dreams that the cocoon string doesn't come out right or the wings look strange. It's all part of adjusting to big changes in life. The important thing is to not rush into doing something out of worry and to work at a steady pace. Remember that no matter how weird or utterly out there your dreams get, you're at the helm and with practice, you can decide how the dream ends.

Dream Symbols: Theater, Driving, Shapeshifting, Magic Wands, Flight, Maps or Compasses

Pile 3 - Utsuri 🧡 (cw blood imagery & brief mention of trauma)

V Hierophant, 10 of Swords, 9 of Wands, 9 of Swords; Full Moon in Cancer, 2 of Prisms, 41. Convey Your Meaning, Crystal, Eternity

Hello, pile 3.

I see the main theme in your sleep could involve reconciliation with a loved one. You may have a lot of one-on-one dreams involving confrontations and heated discussions. There could be a lot of miscommunication, a struggle to speak, or an inability to get one's point across in the dream. Words which ache inside your throat in waking life can finally burst within your dreams, words which you may have held onto for perhaps years. Your dreams are a place to bring out and vent what is difficult or even impossible to manage while awake. Your mind is seeking to let go of a major issue to achieve peace. If these really are words you wish to let out, I recommend both a dream journal to document what's being said along with a regular journal to help you air out things that will otherwise filter into your sleep.

For a few of you, the dreams may recall a painful encounter or event in the past, which can feel mocking when it comes back around, as though it can disappear for a long while only to suddenly reappear at the most unusual time. Let's say the trauma involved a bicycle accident: the accident may appear in different forms, like the bike turning into a helicopter, but with the same emotional response. You may think, "that was almost a decade ago, why am I still dreaming about this?" This is due to having a more emotionally detached state while in the dream world, allowing a more introspective consciousness to come through. Ultimately, with the 10 of Swords, it's helping you process it through so it doesn't overwhelm you while you're living your life. Your mind is slowly healing itself by "analyzing" these dreams like an audience member watching a movie to help you feel safe in your skin upon waking.

You may feel interested in checking out pile 1 too because I also see repetitive dreams in here. Only in this case it may not always be a dream based exactly on reliving a memory, but rather different scenes that involve the same core lesson or emotion in every one. You may even have a sequential dream that ends and restarts itself like a chapter in a book, or experience nested dreams in which you wake up to the alarm only to still be dreaming, which could create déjà vu. This is to help you gradually learn from past turmoils and errors while freely letting go of past hangups. Your dreams do not show you these visions to scare or frustrate you, but to build the pieces together to create a more unified psyche. They're breaking up old crystallized patterns of thought so the shadow isn't lurking over you like the volcano in the 9 of Wands. It's building the new staircase to your personal freedom by allowing you the opportunity to rewrite the scenario as you see fit. How different would the same dream feel with just one little detail rearranged? Try to imagine how it would feel if the bicycle turned into a Pegasus and allowed you to soar high.

Dream Symbols: Warm Tones, School, House, Library, Spirals, Gates

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[secretress]

A message you may need to hear. 💌

Masterlist.

Note: Not my usual thing, yet lately I have been hearing small messages throughout the day regarding my intuition, so I thought about making small posts about them. A pac will come soon, I have been busy lately. Also, if you wanted to find any of my timeless reading without pacs, I made a section for it on my masterlist named "nonpac intuitive messages/posts.''

A lot of times we wish we could go back into the past and erase what has happened. However, we forget that our past selves believed it was the right choice, and it was the best choice for them to get the thing they had desired and deserved. But it is forgotten that your past self did not know the knowledge you know now in your present time, nor did they have the same mindset as you do now, and the same will appear for yourself in the future. Do you want to repeat the same situation in your future, or do you prefer to forgive yourself now and learn to appreciate your past self for what they thought was right? Because of what your past self did, you are suffering the consequences of something you did not wish for, yet it is what you need. There is a lesson reoccurring for you that you have not been taught nor used as motivation to get the wish you wanted. Instead of being consumed with your regrets, work on what you want and get it. Staying in the same place will not help you achieve what you desire but instead keep you stagnant. I understand that the pain is painful and has led you to feel as if you were mud and rain was falling and the droplet hit you, and as you tried to get up, children rain boots jumped on you as the children laughed and had fun while you were ceasing to exist. But the anger, guilt, and stress you feel is all part of life, and you have to learn to utilize those feelings into something magical. Learn to work on yourself and change your mindset so you genuinely know what you want. The thoughts on who you desire to be and what you want are the fear that lingers on your mind, but these are not you. It’s the safe option that we humans will automatically choose if they do not know themselves or have no confidence of getting what they believe can be true.

You may be thinking, “Sefina, this is easier said than done,’’ and that is true, but everything in life can either be a breeze or our death, whether it’s mentally or physically. You must decide what type of life you truly want, what the outcomes can or will be, and how it plays a factor within your life. Allowing yourself to cry is healthy, but to always cry a night feeling as everything it out to get you or make you suffer may lead you to a road of destruction, whether it is with others or with yourself. Do understand that life cannot change if the person does not want to change. Think of a group of people in a group; a leader appears amongst them, but they are shy and cannot say what they want to say without stumbling with their words. But one day, they decide to change because this is not what they envisioned themselves to be, and so they do change, and life changes for them and creates beautiful new things. No, it was not easy for them, but with that change, they became the person they envisioned, and the same can go for you. Learn to understand why people say ‘’change starts within,’’ because it does. Without you changing your mindset and learning what you want, getting what you desire becomes hard. You become your blockage, and then you will start to wonder why you cannot manifest what you want. Do not become your own blockage, nor be oblivious that you are in your way.

Once you are able to understand that life can be easy as you work on yourself instead of focusing on the external views you have around you, you will achieve what you set your mind on. My intuition says, ‘’the worst time is your best time. Beautiful things appear to us regardless if it’s a painful time or a blessing time—more beautiful things will appear if your heart is just as beautiful as your wants.’’ Meaning, if you focus on what you actually want within your heart and learn how to fall in love with yourself, whether it’s who you are as of now or changing to become your best self, everything will start to fall into place without you doing anything other than dealing with the internal factors.

A scene has appeared in my mind where a person has two jobs; they went to college to have two college degrees because they wanted to major in two different fields but could not decide which was their dream job. So instead of settling with one, they went back and got another, and now they are working on both fields. For some, this sounds like a hassle, but for them, this is their dream life. Everything is subjective, our wants and likes are simply an opinion and nothing more. They can be something dear to us, but still an opinion, especially to others, unless they relate, in which case the opinion can become a fact, but only in that community or between you and them.

You are a logical person, you never truly focused on what your heart wanted from you and decided to focus on what your fearful mind wanted without understanding that this is the reason why you are stuck in your situation right now. You cannot hate and nitpick your past self because you are the reason for being toxic with yourself. Logical decisions can help people, but ignoring your heart and what your heart wants strains the bond of your relationship with yourself. Understand that your desires are focused on your heart; your feelings are your likes and dislikes.. and despite everything being subjective, these are still your wants, correct? So, ask yourself why you allow your fearful thoughts to invade things for you instead of picking what your heart wants. The heart has a bad reputation as people are prone to believe emotions, and following your heart is weak and idiotic, yet it is everything around us, whether people want to believe it or not. Working hard to have your dream job is logical, yes, but it is also following your heart and working hard to get it. Making a rational decision and not focusing on your feelings is still part of the heart. Why? Because you are focusing on your best case scenario and wanting to do what is best for you. I understand that you also have a bad perception of emotions because if you have them, then you must reveal how vulnerable you truly are, yet you cry at night and show it to yourself. What truly makes you afraid of being vulnerable? And why did it show up throughout your middle school era? Learn to feel okay asking yourself personal questions and be patient with yourself if you do not know of the answer. Everything needs compassion and patience.

Learn not to neglect your present self out of love, appreciation, and understanding. It’s okay, I understand that you are struggling right now, but taking care of yourself is also important. It helps heal the emotional wounds that were created by others, but in this case, your family members. It connects you and makes you feel worthy of love; don’t you believe that you are worthy of it? Maybe not now, but I know that you do. Forgive your past self and show appreciation so in the future, instead of you insulting your past self (it being you right now), your future self can salute you for trying. That is what healing is, and it’s rather beautiful if you learn that lesson properly.

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[sturnioz]

can we have some random bun lore? she is my baby :( tell us the most random fun facts about her

oh fun bare with me !

𐀔 bun is an only child, but she has a big family on her fathers side and has a lot of cousins so she never felt alone. her mothers family is smaller, but she has a cousin on that side too that shes close with (noah, the one that chris met in that prompt)

𐀔 bun has a really good relationship with her parents, and they've always been protective over her since she was born. they've calmed down since she's gone to university, but bun always takes time out of her day to call them or even visit them.

𐀔 bun is a biiiig animal lover. growing up, she always wanted to be a vet. but when she found out that she essentially has to put animals down, she cried and said she couldn't do it. ╰› also, despite having the nickname 'bun', she's never actually owned a pet bunny.

𐀔 bun only has her ears pierced, and she always wears something like these:

╰› small and dainty jewellery, mainly silver, but doesn't mind having gold. she likes both! she also owns a few rings and necklaces too.

𐀔 even though pink seems to be a reoccurring theme in instagram posts and whatnot, bun's favourite colours are green, white, and light blue.

𐀔 bun is a people pleaser through and through. she always aims to please people even if it doesn't benefit her. she may be hurt, but as long as there's a smile on some other persons face, she takes that as a win.

𐀔 i've mentioned this a few times, but bun is scarily good at being able to pick things up easily. bad at a video game? let her watch for five minutes and she'll probably beat the highest scores and clear the levels in an instant. plus, she also knows how to roll now after watching chris do it over and over again. she wont smoke, and she'll hardly touch it, but she can roll with ease.

𐀔 she LOVES to bake and she LOVES to cook. she's always baking and making meals in her apartment with bee. she learnt all her skills from her father who, she believes, is an exceptional cook/baker.

if there's anything else you'd like to know, i'd be happy to talk more abt it !

[grantmentis]

the travel for the west coast team is going to be so bad

Yeah I have mixed feelings on it all

On one hand, happy for west coast fans first and foremost. Then I think that those locations are good because i think it’ll be easier to secure ice time for prime times unlike some of the eastern locations (that was the biggest problem with Detroit)

But I also think over are overlooking how physically intense it is to have to do 6-8 hour flights on the regular. And it’s not just moving players but staff and equipment as well. There’s a reason in the MLB that the mariners are called baseballs moon colony, and that’s a league where you still have teams in California and such.

There’s a few other logistical things I’m worried about or have mixed feelings on:

1) are they expanding without really raising the minimum salary or solving the reserve situation? These are two other cities with absurdly high costs of living. Of course, more roster spots in general means more players who can earn higher salaries and get ice time, which is a good thing. But it was already a hard ask at the initial draft to ask depth players making like 40k to uproot their lives to move and now we’re talking about doing it in a much further location. I also feel like Vancouver will have a slight advantage as there’s more players from British Columbia who can sign with the team but still live at home /close to home and be with their support system than Washington state or the Pacific Northwest America in general. See also that Vancouver has a USports presence but the western United States lack d1 women’s hockey. I do expect high attendance numbers in these locations it opens up other sources of revenue that will hopefully help in the long term

2) i also feel like they’re announcing this just way too fucking late, and a reoccuring problem in the pwhl is just doing shit without really considering the schedule of the broader women’s hockey world and how it effects things logistically. A lot of players already extended in their European women’s leagues (tho tbh I don’t think expansion would have changed that much in an Olympic year) because they got good offers from their teams. Like literally almost every European star has extended somewhere by now bc Sdhl and Swhl and auroraliiga ended a month ago. Some may have opt out clauses in their contract. They’re also going to need to consider that more European teams have started investing offering competitive contrasts from even this time a year and a half ago (it’s still a long way to go and really is team led) and that playing in America on an athletes visa means you cannot have another source of income. I’m a big Sdhl fan and also watch Swiss league games from time to time, so I am more than fine with talent staying there and think it’s good personally if North America doesn’t have a monopoly on the best talent, and these leagues competing against each other help everyone. BUT if I was a pwhl executive I’d be asking “what do I have to do to get that talent in my league?”

Overall I’ve always been pro expansion and of the opinion that the current pwhl is not enough roster spots for how many good players there are so I am happy they are adding more - it means more players will be paid good money to play hockey and that is a good thing. It gives more chances for players who are very good but not current North American national team Olympians to get top six or top pairing spots and spread out the talent more, we’ve already gotten to see some of that with players like miller and cava getting spotlight. Goaltenders especially needed this. It means west coast fans can watch women’s hockey. But because I am me and always thinking of logistics as well I wish they had done some things differently to be a bit more player friendly

This is the longest answer ever sorry