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caelum-in-the-avatarverse · 1 year ago

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Fandom can do a little gatekeeping. As a treat.

So I finally decided to archive-lock my fics on AO3 last night. I’ve been considering it since the AI scrape last year, but the tipping point was this whole lore.fm debacle, coupled with some thoughts I’ve been thinking regarding Fandom These Days in general and Fandom As A Community in particular. So I wanna explain why I waited so long, why I locked my stuff up now, and why I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a-okay with making it harder for people to see my stories.

Lurkers really are great, tho

I’m a chronic lurker, and have been since I started hanging out on the internet as a teen in the 00s. These days it’s just cuz I don’t feel a need to socialize very often, but back then it was because I was shy and knew I was socially awkward. Even if I made an account, I’d spend months lurking on message boards or forums or Livejournals, watching other people interact and getting a feel for that particular community’s culture and etiquette before I finally started interacting myself. And y’know, that approach saved me a lot of embarrassment. Over the course of my lurking on any site, there was always some other person who’d clearly joined up five minutes after learning the place existed, barged in without a care for their behavior, and committed so many social faux pas that all the other users were immediately annoyed with them at best. I learned a lot observing those incidents. Lurk More is Rule 33 of the internet for very good reason.

Lurking isn’t bad or weird or creepy. It’s perfectly normal. I love lurking. It’s hard for me to not lurk - socializing takes a lot of energy out of me, even via text. (Heck it took 12 hours for me to write this post, I wish I was kidding--) Occasionally I’ll manage longer bouts of interaction - a few weeks posting here, almost a year chatting in a discord there - but I’m always gonna end up going radio silent for months at some point. I used to feel bad about it, but I’ve long since made peace with the fact that it’s just the way my brain works. I’m a chronic lurker, and in the long term nothing is going to change that.

The thing with being a chronic lurker is that you have to accept that you are not actually seen as part of the community you are lurking in. That’s not to say that lurkers are unimportant - lurkers actually are important, and they make up a large proportion of any online community - but it’s simple cause and effect. You may think of it as “your community”, but if you’ve never said a word, how is the community supposed to know you exist? If I lurked on someone’s LJ, and then that person suddenly friendslocked their blog, I knew that I had two choices: Either accept that I would never be able to read their posts again, or reach out to them and ask if I could be added to their friends list with the full understanding that I was a rando they might not decide to trust. I usually went with the first option, because my invisibility as a lurker was more important to me than talking to strangers on the internet.

Lurking is like sitting on a park bench, quietly people-watching and eavesdropping on the conversations other people are having around you. You’re in the park, but you’re not actively participating in anything happening there. You can see and hear things that you become very interested in! But if you don’t introduce yourself and become part of the conversation, you won’t be able to keep listening to it when those people walk away. When fandom migrated away from Livejournal, people moved to new platforms alongside their friends, but lurkers were often left behind. No one knew they existed, so they weren’t told where everyone else was going. To be seen as part of a fandom community, you need to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known, etc. etc.

There’s nothing wrong with lurking. There can actually be benefits to lurking, both for the lurkers and the communities they lurk in. It’s just another way to be in a fandom. But if that is how you exist in fandom--and remember, I say this as someone who often does exist that way in fandom--you need to remember that you’re on the outside looking in, and the curtains can always close.

I’ve always been super sympathetic to lurkers, because I am one. I know there’s a lot of people like me who just don’t socialize often. I know there’s plenty of reasons why someone might not make an account on the internet - maybe they’re nervous, maybe they’re young and their parents don’t allow them to, maybe they’re in a bad situation where someone is monitoring their activity, maybe they can only access the internet from public computer terminals. Heck, I’ve never even logged into AO3 on my phone--if I’m away from my computer I just read what’s publicly available.

I know I have people lurking on my fics. I know my fics probably mean a lot to someone I don’t even know exists. I know this because there are plenty of fics I love whose writers don’t know I exist.

I love my commenters personally; I love my lurkers as an abstract concept. I know they’re there and I wish them well, and if they ever de-lurk I love them all the more.

So up until last year I never considered archive-locking my fic, because I get it. The AI scraping was upsetting, but I still hesitated because I was thinking of lurkers and guests and remembering what it felt like to be 15 and wondering if it’d be worth letting a stranger on the internet know I existed and asking to be added to their friends list just so I could reread a funny post they made once.

But the internet has changed a lot since the 00s, and fandom has changed with it. I’ve read some things and been doing some thinking about fandom-as-community over the last few years, and reading through the lore.fm drama made me decide that it’s time for me to set some boundaries.

I still love my lurkers, and I feel bad about leaving any guest commenters behind, especially if they’re in a situation where they can’t make an account for some reason. But from here on out, even my lurkers are going to have to do the bare minimum to read my fics--make an AO3 account.

Should we gatekeep fandom?

I’ve seen a few people ask this question, usually rhetorically, sometimes as a joke, always with a bit of seriousness. And I think…yeah, maybe we should. Except wait, no, not like that--

A decade ago, when people talked about fandom gatekeeping and why it was bad to do, it intersected with a lot of other things, mainly feminism and classism. The prevalent image of fandom gatekeeping was, like, a man learning that a woman likes Star Wars and haughtily demanding, “Oh, yeah? Well if you’re REALLY a fan, name ten EU novels” to belittle and dismiss her, expecting that a “real fan” would have the money and time to be familiar with the EU, and ignoring the fact that male movie-only fans were still considered fans. The thing being gatekept was the very definition of “being a fan” and people’s right to describe themselves as one.

That’s not what I mean when I say maybe fandom should gatekeep more. Anyone can call themselves a fan if they like something, that’s fine. But when it comes to the ability to enjoy the fanworks produced by the fandom community…that might be something worth gatekeeping.

See, back in the 00s, it was perfectly common for people to just…not go on the internet. Surfing the web was a thing, but it was just, like, a fun pastime. Not everyone did it. It wasn’t until the rise of social media that going online became a thing everyone and their grandmother did every day. Back then, going on the internet was just…a hobby.

So one of the first gates online fandom ever had was the simple fact that the entire world wasn’t here yet.

The entire world is here now. That gate has been demolished.

And it’s a lot easier to find us now. Even scattered across platforms, fandom is so centralized these days. It isn’t a network of dedicated webshrines and forums that you can only find via webrings anymore, it’s right there on all the big social media sites. AO3 didn’t set out to be the main fanfic website, but that’s definitely what it’s become. It’s easy for people to find us--and that includes people who don’t care about the community, and just want “content.”

Transformative fandom doesn’t like it when people see our fanworks as “content”. “Content” is a pretty broad term, but when fandom uses it we’re usually referring to creative works that are churned out by content creators to be consumed by an audience as quickly as possible as often as possible so that the content creator can generate revenue. This not-so-new normal has caused a massive shift in how people who are new to fandom view fanworks--instead of seeing fic or art as something a fellow fan made and shared with you, they see fanworks as products to be consumed.

Transformative fandom has, in general, always been a gift economy. We put time and effort into creating fanworks that we share with our fellow fans for free. We do this so we don’t get sued, but fandom as a whole actually gets a lot out of the gift economy. Offer your community a story, and in return you can get comments, build friendships, or inspire other people to write things that you might want to read. Readers are given the gift of free stories to read and enjoy, and while lurking is fine, they have the choice to engage with the writer and other readers by leaving comments or making reclists to help build the community.

And look, don’t get me wrong. People have never engaged with fanfic as much as fan writers wish they would. There has always been “no one comments anymore” wank. There have always been people who only comment to say “MORE!” or otherwise demand or guilt trip writers into posting the next chapter. But fandom has always agreed that those commenters are rude and annoying, and as those commenters navigate fandom they have the chance to learn proper community etiquette.

However, now it seems that a lot of the people who are consuming fanworks aren’t actually in the community.

I won’t say “they aren’t real fans” because that’s silly; there’s lots of ways to be a fan. But there seem to be a lot of fans now who have no interest in fandom as a community, or in adhering to community etiquette, or in respecting the gift economy. They consume our fics, but they don’t appreciate fan labor. They want our “content”, but they don’t respect our control over our creations.

And even worse--they see us as a resource. We share our work for free, as a gift, but all they see is an open-source content farm waiting to be tapped into. We shared it for free, so clearly they can do whatever they want with it. Why should we care if they feed our work into AI training datasets, or copy/paste our unfinished stories into ChatGPT to get an ending, or charge people for an unnecessary third-party AO3 app, or sell fanbindings on etsy for a profit without the author’s permission, or turn our stories into poor imitations of podfics to be posted on other platforms without giving us credit or asking our consent, while also using it to lure in people they can datascrape for their Forbes 30 Under 30 company?

And sure, people have been doing shady things with other people’s fanworks since forever. Art theft and reposting has always been a big problem. Fanfic is harder to flat-out repost, but I’ve heard of unauthorized fic translations getting posted without crediting the original author. Once in…I think the 2010s? I read a post by a woman who had gone to some sort of local bookselling event, only to find that the man selling “his” novel had actually self-published her fanfic. (Wish I could find that one again, I don’t even remember where I read it.)

But aside from that third example, the thing is…as awful as fanart/writing theft is, back in the day, the main thing a thief would gain from it was clout. Clout that should rightfully go to the creators who gifted their work in the first place, yeah, but still. Just clout. People will do a lot of hurtful things for clout, but fandom clout means nothing outside of fandom. Fandom clout is not enough to incentivize the sort of wide-scale pillaging we’re seeing from community outsiders today.

Money, on the other hand… Well, fandom’s just a giant, untapped content farm, isn’t it? Think of how much revenue all that content could generate.

Lurkers are a normal and even beneficial part of any online community. Maybe one day they’ll de-lurk and easily slide into place beside their fellow fans because they already know the etiquette. Maybe they’re active in another community, and they can spread information from the community they lurk in to the community they’re active in. At the very least, they silently observe, and even if they’re not active community members, they understand the community.

Fans who see fanworks as “content” don’t belong in the same category as lurkers. They’re tourists.

While reading through the initial Reddit thread on the lore.fm situation, I found this comment:

[ID: Reddit User Cabbitowo says: ... So in anime fandoms we have a word called tourist and essentially it means a fan of a few anime and doesn't care about anime tropes and actively criticizes them. This is kind of how fandoms on tiktok feel. They're touring fanfics and fanart and actively criticizes tropes that have been in the fandom since the 60s. They want to be in a fandom but they don't want to engage in fandom

OP totallymandy responds: Just entered back into Reddit after a long day to see this most recent reply. And as a fellow anime fan this making me laugh so much since it’s true! But it sorta hurts too when the reality sets in. Modern fandom is so entitled and bratty and you’d think it’s the minors only but that’s not even true, my age-mates and older seem to be like that. They want to eat their cake and complain all whilst bringing nothing to the potluck… :/ END ID]

“Tourist” is an apt name for this sort of fan. They don’t want to be part of our community, and they don’t have to be in order to come into our spaces and consume our work. Even if they don’t steal our work themselves, they feel so entitled to it that they’re fine with ignoring our wishes and letting other people take it to make AI “podfics” for them to listen to (there are a lot of comments on lore.fm’s shutdown announcement video from people telling them to just ignore the writers and do it anyway). They’ll use AI to generate an ending to an unfinished fic because they don’t care about seeing “the ending this writer would have given to the story they were telling”, they just want “an ending”. For these tourist fans, the ends justify the means, and their end goal is content for them to consume, with no care for the community that created it for them in the first place.

I don’t think this is confined to a specific age group. This isn’t “13-year-olds on Wattpad” or “Zoomers on TikTok” or whatever pointless generation war we’re in now. This is coming from people who are new to fandom, whose main experience with creative works on the internet is this new content culture and who don’t understand fandom as a community. That description can be true of someone from any age group.

It’s so easy to find fandom these days. It is, in fact, too easy. Newcomers face no hurdles or challenges that would encourage them to lurk and observe a bit before engaging, and it’s easy for people who would otherwise move on and leave us alone to start making trouble. From tourist fans to content entrepreneurs to random people who just want to gawk, it’s so easy for people who don’t care about the fandom community to reap all of its fruits.

So when I say maybe fandom should start gatekeeping a bit, I’m referring to the fact that we barely even have a gate anymore. Everyone is on the internet now; the entire world can find us, and they don’t need to bother learning community etiquette when they do. Before, we were protected by the fact that fandom was considered weird and most people didn’t look at it twice. Now, fandom is pretty mainstream. People who never would’ve bothered with it before are now comfortable strolling in like they own the place. They have no regard for the fandom community, they don’t understand it, and they don’t want to. They want to treat it just like the rest of the content they consume online.

And then they’re surprised when those of us who understand fandom culture get upset. Fanworks have existed far longer than the algorithmic internet’s content. Fanworks existed long before the internet. We’ve lived like this for ages and we like it.

So if someone can’t be bothered to respect fandom as a community, I don’t see why I should give them easy access to my fics.

Think of it like a garden gate

When I interact with commenters on my fic, I have this sense of hospitality.

The comment section is my front porch. The fic is my garden. I created my garden because I really wanted to, and I’m proud of it, and I’m happy to share it with other people.

Lots of people enjoy looking at my garden. Many walk through without saying anything. Some stop to leave kudos. Some recommend my garden to their friends. And some people take the time to stop by my front porch and let me know what a beautiful garden it is and how much they’ve enjoyed it.

Any fic writer can tell you that getting comments is an incredible feeling. I always try to answer all my comments. I don’t always manage it, but my fics’ comment sections are the one place that I manage to consistently socialize in fandom. When I respond to a comment, it feels like I’m pouring out a glass of lemonade to share with this lovely commenter on my front porch, a thank you for their thank you. We take a moment to admire my garden together, and then I see them out. The next time they drop by, I recognize them and am happy to pour another glass of lemonade.

My garden has always been open and easy to access. No fences, no walls. You just have to know where to find it. Fandom in general was once protected by its own obscurity, an out-of-the-way town that showed up on maps but was usually ignored.

But now there’s a highway that makes it easy to get to, and we have all these out-of-towner tourists coming in to gawk and steal our lawn ornaments and wonder if they can use the place to make themselves some money.

I don’t care to have those types trampling over my garden and eating all my vegetables and digging up my flowers to repot and sell, so I’ve put up a wall. It has a gate that visitors can get through if they just take the time to open it.

Admittedly, it’s a small obstacle. But when I share my fics, I share them as a gift with my fellow fans, the ones who understand that fandom is a community, even if they’re lurkers. As for tourist fans and entrepreneurs who see fic as content, who have no qualms ignoring the writer’s wishes, who refuse to respect or understand the fandom community…well, they’re not the people I mean to share my fic with, so I have no issues locking them out. If they want access to my stories, they’ll have to do the bare minimum to become a community member and join the AO3 invite queue.

And y’know, I’ve said a lot about fandom and community here, and I just want to say, I hope it’s not intimidating. When I was younger, talk about The Fandom Community made me feel insecure, and I didn’t think I’d ever manage to be active enough in fandom spaces to be counted as A Member Of The Community. But you don’t have to be a social butterfly to participate in fandom. I’ll always and forever be a chronic lurker, I reblog more than I post, I rarely manage to comment on fic, and I go radio silent for months at a time--but I write and post fanfiction. That’s my contribution.

Do you write, draw, vid, gif, or otherwise create? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you leave comments? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you curate reclists? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you maintain a fandom blog or fuckyeah blog? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you provide a space for other fans to convene in? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you regularly send asks (off anon so people know who you are)? Congrats, you're a community member.

Do you have fandom friends who you interact with? Congrats, you're a community member.

There’s lots of ways to be a fan. Just make sure to respect and appreciate your fellow fans and the work they put in for you to enjoy and the gift economy fandom culture that keeps this community going.

#ao3 #lore.fm #fanfiction #fandom history #gift economy #caelum rambles

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ajab-leher · 2 years ago

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omce again it is isolation season i stop existing in everyone's eyes on every messaging platform i wish i could auto-delete messages for everyone without it appearing Like That

#the pettiest most pathetic times of the year are when i get left on seen always and i can't even observe and clarify in person that #everyone doesn't find me annoying and useless and unimportant 👍#maybe going dnd is the option

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hamable · 2 years ago

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I’m thinking about Mahito’s great great uncle maintaining and preserving a peaceful and beautiful thing in a way that to an outside observer looks tedious and unimportant, hoping to pass the duty off to a successor but ultimately he cannot find one and dies with it.

I’m thinking about the specificity of the blocks being made and handled with care, not with malice or ill intent.

I’m thinking about Hayao Miyazaki, a bastion of beautiful 2d hand drawn animation who refuses to retire.

I’m thinking about a world where animation is so rarely made with love over profit and efficiency.

I’m thinking about how, though the old man didn’t see it, the next generation still hangs onto a piece of that beautiful, tedious thing and takes it with them because it feels important.

I’m thinking about Mahito being told he should forget, but no. He shouldn’t.

#the boy and the heron #the boy and the heron spoilers #tbath #how do you live #hayao miyazaki #studio ghibli #I love seeing a film that I can’t quite process right away and then hours later my brain is like DING DING DING PROCESSED!#fully crying actual tears right now I’m Not Okay #I hope he knows how much he means to so many people

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astrobiscuits · 8 days ago

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Astro obs part 11

🐚 I've noticed that in the charts of people who were born with a serious malformation (hunchbacks, Spina Bifida, dwarfism) or intellectual disability, they usually have:

Taurus, Scorpio or Capricorn Ascendant

Luminaries (Sun/Moon) in 6th or 12th house

Stellium in 6th house

Sun conjunct or opposite Saturn

Uranus conjunct Pluto in Virgo (this is generational)

🐚 Likewise, Saturn in Virgo is found in those who suffer from chronic health issues

🐚 Individuals who have Sun in the lower part of their chart (1st house -> 6th house) tend to inherit the personality traits of the mother more, while those with Sun in the higher part of their chart (7th house -> 12th house) tend to inherit the personality traits of the father more [this observation is based on a concept from traditional astrology, sect of light]

🐚 Asteroid Talent (33154) can indicate what talent you have:

Sun conjunct Talent: acting in theater/movies; being a child entertainer; being super creative or a talent pertaining to your Sun sign (check the description for the ruling planet of your Sun sign)

Moon conjunct Talent: excellent cooking/baking; taking care of a baby or small child (being a mommy, lol); performing a moon ritual; gardening; having amazing counseling skills

Mercury conjunct Talent: being really funny; writing/storytelling; drawing; delivering eloquent speeches; teaching; memorizing long paragraphs or small, unimportant details; rapping; always knowing smart comebacks in arguments; reading super fast; making subliminals with detailed affirmations

Venus conjunct Talent: taking perfect photos; painting; scrapbooking/making very aesthetic pinterest boards; coming up with the best outfits; singing; making perfume; decorating a room; embroidery

Mars conjunct Talent: driving; doing stunts with a car/bicycle/skateboard etc; fighting; hunting; woodworking; playing fast-paced video games;

Jupiter conjunct Talent: doing circus stunts; throwing really fun parties; speaking a foreign language to perfection; speaking A LOT of languages (think like 10 languages); manifesting at the speed of light

Saturn conjunct Talent: always respecting deadlines; skilled at planning and time-management; keeping a serious face/attitude in situations when everyone is laughing; dry, sarcastic humour; offering mature advice for people your age; operating heavy machinery with skill, even if you've never done it before

Uranus conjunct Talent: being a dj; demonstrating advanced tech skills; being a very proficient astrologer (this involves STEM skills too, such as maths); having the ability to be an influential activist

Neptune conjunct Talent: being clairvoyant/clairaudient/ clairsentient/claircognizant; having energy healing skills (such as being really proficient at reiki); producing/mixing alcoholic drinks

Pluto conjunct Talent: communicating with the dead; feeling an immediate sense of danger before a dangerous event happens; sensing if someone will die soon; being able to move on from grief/heartbreak faster than others; being able to make lots of money through a taboo job; great lover if you know what i mean🤭

Chiron conjunct Talent: great energy healing/reiki skills; very knowledgeable in medicine or chiropractic; could also be rather insecure about their talent (pls don't be🥺 you're valuable just the way you are💕)

Ascendant/MC conjunct Talent: being talented is your trademark; everyone knows from the beginning about your talent; could make a career out of your talent

IC conjunct Talent: being talented from birth; your family likely noticed that you're talented early on; you could have inherited a family talent that was there for generations; you might try to keep your talent hidden, showing it only to the people you trust the most

Descendant conjunct Talent: you tend to attract partners who are talented; being talented is a trait you look for in a partner

🐚 Based on derivate astrology, the houses from your 9th house describe your college/university experience

1st house from your 9th house (natal 9th house) -> your overall college/uni experience

Ex. Jupiter in 9th house = fun, enriching college experience; likely to study abroad for a semester or a full degree; you might major in religion, philosophy or foreign languages

2nd house from your 9th house (natal 10th house) -> the price you pay for your higher education; your financial situation during college

Ex. Ruler of your natal 10th house is Saturn in 4th house = you might attend community college or a college close to where you live; financially-speaking, it's likely to be a cheap degree; you might have little money during college

3rd house from your 9th house (natal 11th house) -> the quality of education; how much do you study during college; the number of acquaintances you make at college

Ex. Ruler of your natal 11th house is Moon in 2nd house = you might make acquaintances at the canteen/cafeteria; you might be attached and reminiscence often about your study sessions, even after years of finishing college; you might study more at night than during the day

4th house from your 9th house (natal 12th house) -> how much do you stay in your comfort zone while pursuing your higher education; how much do you keep in contact with people from your past (childhood friends) and family

Ex. Stellium in your natal 12th house = you have a hard time living in the present moment while pursuing your college education; you think often about the past; you might keep in contact with your family and childhood friends constantly

5th house from your 9th house (natal 1st house) -> how much fun do you have during college (parties, dating, hook ups)

Ex. Venus conjunct Uranus in natal 1st house = you have plenty of fun, going out in big groups at parties, but this fun is fleeting (aka you get bored fast and need more)

6th house from your 9th house (natal 2nd house) -> your routine & physical health during college years

Ex. Capricorn Mars in natal 2nd house = you lead a busy lifestyle, but despite that, you make time to go to the gym often

7th house from your 9th house (natal 3rd house) -> whether you'll have a long-term partner during college years or not; starting a business while pursuing your college education; how many open enemies you have during college

Ex. North Node in natal 3rd house = if you are single, you are likely to get in a relationship with a long-term partner/future spouse during your college years

8th house from your 9th house (natal 4th house) -> whether you have to take loans to pay for your higher education or not; your sexual experiences during college

Ex. Pisces Mercury in natal 4th house = a distant relative or acquaintance that you forgot about might offer to pay for your college tuition; you might have sex with someone younger than you during your college years

9th house from your 9th house (natal 5th house) -> whether your college years will prove to expand your horizons or not; your relationship with your faith during college

Ex. Sun in natal 5th house = your college years and the experiences you have are likely to be the most eye-opening experiences of your life; your faith will strengthen during college

10th house from your 9th house (natal 6th house) -> whether your college education is going to pave the way of your future career or not; how popular is the college you attended

Ex. Neptune conjunct South Node in natal 6th house = you will likely attend a college that is highly idealised by many (think Ivy League); you might pick a major that doesn't guarantee a career, such as the arts (music, drama, theatre); you might feel comfortable attending this college and focusing on turning your degree into a career, but during these years, you're meant to give time and attention to your loved ones that you left behind

11th house from your 9th house (natal 7th house) -> how many friendships you'll make during college; the impact you'll have on a bigger community

Ex. Cancer Mercury conjunct Venus in natal 7th house = you will likely become an extrovert at the beginning of college (even though you usually aren't); after making enough friends, you will likely nurture these friendships; at that point, you will likely stop making new friends and go back to your crab shell, being grateful for your group

12th house from your 9th house (natal 8th house) -> how will college end for you

Ex. Pluto in natal 8th house = your college years will likely have a dramatic ending; you could lose your scholarship at the end of college

🐚 Considering the angles (Ascendant, IC, Descendant, MC) indicate the beginning of the spring and autumn equinox and summer and winter solstice, natal Venus joining one of the angles indicates your favorite season

Venus on Ascendant = your fav season is spring 🌷

Venus on IC = your fav season is summer 🌞

Venus on Descendant = your fav season is autumn 🍂

Venus on MC = your fav season is winter ❄️

#astro #astro community #astrology #astro placements #astro observations #asteroid observations #astrology notes #astrology tumblr #astro notes #asteroid talent #astrology predictions #astronotes #astrology observations

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clockwayswrites · 9 months ago

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Birds and Mice and Tea Parties 20

Masterpost

AN: B really was trying his best to protect Danny last time, he just was missing too much information. Poor Danny...

No reading over. We suffer and post at 2am.

It had been two weeks since the last rogue Wayne visit.

Danny hadn’t intended to keep track. There was no reason to. One visit from Cass and one from Tim did not a pattern make.

He tried to dismiss the observation. He had plenty to do; it wasn’t like he didn’t have friends. The bi-weekly trivia group would start meeting again soon. He also had a TTRGP session that did its best to meet around all that life threw at them. Tucker and him played online games when they could make schedules match and he and Sam talked when she was stateside. He even had regular lunches with coworkers!

Still, there had been something different about spending time with the family.

So no, Danny hadn’t meant to keep track, but he still knew it had been two weeks and a day. But of course he wouldn’t see the Waynes that often. Bruce was a very busy man and most of the children would have no reason to come to W.E. They had their own lives with work and school and being kids or young adults. The other visits had simply been flukes, as nice as the visits had been.

The subtle feeling of melancholy that had settled over him was ridiculous and he wasn’t having it. His mood was simply off because of the whole Ancient thing. The way it was affecting his health didn’t make feeling better any easier either.

Danny leaned against the wall of the elevator as he tried to catch his breath. He really shouldn’t be walking right then to get lunch, not with the way that he felt, but he hadn’t had anything at his place to make lunch with. He hadn’t had the energy to go shopping. He’d just go somewhere close instead of walking to anything on the other side of the park.

The natural reverb of the lobby assaulted Danny as he stepped out of the elevator.

He just had to get through the lobby, the street, the restaurant, back through the street, and through the lobby again. Then he could hide in his office and eat. Or he could hide in there and eat as long as Lucius didn’t find him. Maybe even Lucius would give him a break today though.

“Dr. Fenton…?”

Danny looked up from rubbing his neck.

It was Tim. Damian was at Tim’s side, flanking him like a little guard dog and scowling. Tim was frowning too. Danny immediately wanted to fix whatever was wrong.

“Look at that, a pair of Waynes. How are you two?”

“That is unimportant,” Damian said with a little sniff. “You are clearly unwell. I assume you are returning to your apartment to rest?”

“Oh, no, I’m just going to go grab lunch. I’m alright, really,” Danny said and put on the best smile he could muster.

Tim and Damian looked at each other in some sort of silence conversation. Danny started to edge away from them, thinking he could escape before they came to some sort of end. He really needed out of the lobby and its echoing sounds.

A startled shriek from the entry way cut off that plan.

Danny twisted to face the sound as he stepped in front of the kids.

Of course it was a rogue, what else would it be in Gotham? It was a rogue, but at least it was the Mad Hatter and his squad of likely mind controlled goons. He usually wasn’t prone to death and destruction like some of the others were. But still, Danny felt his metaphorical hackles rising. The kids were here.

The kids were here and sure to draw the Mad Hatter’s attention if he saw them. Danny stepped slowly backwards, herding the kids away from the scene. At least they weren’t far into the lobby.

“Back up to the stairwell,” Danny said lowly, trying to cast his voice behind him.

“Tch. We can—”

“The elevator, the back left one,” Tim said quietly but firmly over his brother’s protest. “I have a code to take it to a safe room in the basement.”

“If he kills the power,” Danny started.

“The elevators have emergency back up.”

“That’s not very good behavior for a tea party, is it?” the Matter Hatter shouted at someone.

Danny bit back a rising noise of anger in his throat. His fingers twitched to act. But he couldn’t. The best plan was to get the kids out of there away from any action.

“Yes I see, Damian,” Tim hissed. “We’re almost to the elevator.”

“Call it as soon as you can,” Danny said. Was there a reverb to his voice? It felt like there was a reverb to his voice. No, no, he couldn’t, he had to…

“That’s better! See? This is how you behave when someone invites you to a tea party! Now where is that little dormouse?” the Mad Hatter called. “I know I saw him come in here! With an even littler one too.”

He wanted Tim.

“Calling the elevator.”

“Another mouse? A rat? A cat?"

The Mad Hatter wanted Tim and Damian.

“Here mousy mouse mice… where are you?"

Danny would not let that happen.

“Oh there you are! Hiding back by the doors, of course he is!” The Mad Hatter said. The crowed parted in fear. His wide, manic eyes looked right past Danny and he grinned. “Get them. We have a tea party we’re late for.”

“Over my dead body,” Danny growled.

The Mad Hatter blinked at Danny like he just noticed him for the first time. His goons rushed past him and through the crowd. “Oh, who are you? Never mind, if death is what you want, we can make that happen.”

Danny couldn’t hold back the chortling laughter. “See, that’s where you have a problem you don’t even know you could have.”

“And what is that?”

“You couldn’t handle my dead body,” Danny said just as the first goon reached them.

Danny stepped forward. He ducked under the swing of the punch and used the momentum to spin the goon around. With a push of his ghostly power, he sent the attacking goon careening into the next one and they both went tumbling.

“Danny, it’s here!” Tim shouted.

Not turning his back to the attackers, Danny stepped backwards into the elevator. Tim slammed a button and the doors basically snapped closed, much faster than they should. Danny was left staring at the polished metal surface of the elevator. Luminous green stared back at him. Soft black feathers dotted his temples. His fingers ended in talons. And he could feel it.

He could feel the skin on his back started to split.

Wings.

#dp x dc #spirit halloween ship #danny/bruce #birdritch

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riddlesrizzler · 1 month ago

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Slytherin boys x deer! reader

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo with a deer!reader wasn't someone you were meant to end up with. People whispered his name like a warning. Fights followed him like a shadow. Professors tread carefully around him-not out of respect, but fear. So when he started watching you-quiet, delicate, soft-you became the question no one could answer.

Mattheo with a deer!reader didn’t notice you at first. Not really. You sat in the back, took notes with your head down, flinched when doors slammed. Too quiet. Too soft. Too unimportant for someone like him-until he saw you shift in the forest one evening. That’s when something in him stopped cold.

Mattheo with a deer!reader wasn’t gentle. He didn’t know how to be gentle. But the way you moved-hesitant, nervous, like even your footsteps apologized-made him freeze in a way no hex ever had. He didn’t approach. Just stared. You didn’t run. Just stared back. That was the start.

Mattheo with a deer!reader didn’t court you. He loomed near you in class. Stood at your table during meals without explanation. Sat beside you in the library and flipped through books he didn’t care about, just to be near the quiet of your presence. He was like a wolf who had no idea how to speak deer.

Mattheo with a deer!reader didn’t ask you out. He simply appeared one day and said, “Walk with me.” No smirk. No arrogance. Just a demand coated in curiosity. He didn’t know why he wanted you near him-only that when you were, the noise in his head dulled.

Mattheo with a deer!reader hated the way you made him pause. He was used to instant rage, instant movement, instant chaos. But your softness slowed him. The first time you reached for his hand, it startled him more than a curse ever had. You didn’t flinch. You trusted him-and that scared him more than anything.

Mattheo with a deer!reader didn’t protect you with hexes or threats-not at first. He watched. Studied. Waited. And when someone made you cry with a careless joke, he didn’t retaliate in public. He waited until the hallway was empty and left that person sobbing on the floor, whispering, “Don’t ever speak her name again.”

Mattheo with a deer!reader didn’t change overnight. He still lashed out. Still exploded in the common room. Still vanished for days when things got too loud in his head. But you were the only person he came back for. You were the one thing he didn’t want to destroy.

Mattheo with a deer!reader never called you fragile like it was a flaw. He called you untouched. Wild. Soft in a way this world didn’t deserve. “You don’t belong here,” he said once. “And that’s exactly why I can’t stay away from you.”

Mattheo with a deer!reader wasn’t sweet. Wasn’t tender. But he remembered how you liked honey in your tea and that you hated loud rooms. He never told you he was proud when you raised your voice in class for the first time-but he didn’t stop thinking about it for days.

Theodore Nott

Theodore with a deer!reader is all about quiet understanding. He doesn’t fill silence-he lets it settle gently between you, unbothered. When you’re anxious or skittish, he doesn’t push. He just waits, his calm presence grounding you like moss underfoot.

Theodore with a deer!reader is constantly observing. He notices how your ears twitch before a noise even happens, how your fingers fidget when you’re nervous, and how you calm when the wind rustles the trees. He doesn’t say much about it-just quietly adjusts the world around you to make it softer.

Theodore with a deer!reader brings you wildflowers without saying a word. He leaves them on your windowsill or tucks them gently behind your ear with a barely-there smile. He likes the way your cheeks flush when he does.

Theodore with a deer!reader reads in the gardens with you. You rest your head on his shoulder as he murmurs lines from Italian poetry-his accent warm and low, matching the rhythm of your heartbeat. He thinks you look like something out of a dream when the sun filters through the leaves.

Theodore with a deer!reader is fascinated by your Animagus form. He won’t say much the first time he sees it, just kneels beside you and strokes your neck with the kind of reverence most reserve for cathedrals. Later, when you shift back, he simply says, “Bellissima,” like it’s fact.

Theodore with a deer!reader often touches you gently and intentionally-his fingers trailing down your arm to remind you he’s there when you startle, or his hand brushing yours when you're overwhelmed. He never rushes you. He matches your pace instinctively.

Theodore with a deer!reader is endlessly patient. You trip over your own feet often, and every time, he simply catches you with steady hands and an amused hum. “Clumsy little cerbiatta,” he’ll say softly.

Theodore with a deer!reader has a habit of leaving little notes in your coat pockets-sketched leaves, pressed petals, or a short phrase in Italian you have to ask him to translate. He likes watching you try to guess what they mean before he whispers it into your ear.

Theodore with a deer!reader prefers slow, moonlit walks through the woods where he can listen to you talk about things you love-your favorite tree, the quiet stream you nap beside, the way moss feels under your hooves. You’re the only person he opens up to like this.

Theodore with a deer!reader never calls attention to your softness like it’s a weakness. He sees it as a strength-the way you care, the way you listen, the way you love without force. He’s quiet, but he shows you daily how deeply you’re cherished.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo with a deer!reader is completely thrown off when he first notices you-soft, sweet, always hiding behind books or trees like you're part of the scenery. He’s used to confident girls hanging off his arm, but there’s something about your shyness that absolutely wrecks him in the best way.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader immediately starts teasing you once he realizes you get flustered easily. “Careful, Doe” he purrs every time you trip, “wouldn’t want you falling right into my arms-again.”

Lorenzo with a deer!reader starts calling you nicknames like "little legs,” “sweet doe,” and "forest fairy,” just to see how pink your cheeks can get. The fact that you get too flustered to answer only makes him grin wider.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader makes it his mission to get you to laugh. He’ll show up in the middle of the greenhouse pretending to be lost, dramatically narrating his “journey through the enchanted woods�� until you’re giggling behind your hands.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader secretly melts when you trust him enough to let him sit with you outside. You’ll be tucked into the tall grass, blinking up at the sky, and he’ll lean back beside you-less teasing now, quieter-because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader nearly faints the first time he sees your Animagus form. “No way,” he mutters, stunned, staring like you just walked out of a fairytale. “You’re a real-life baby deer? This is the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me. I'm in so much trouble.”

Lorenzo with a deer!reader who’s clumsy gets gently teased all the time. He’ll catch you stumbling and say, “You trying to fall for me again, love?” while definitely hiding how fast his heart is racing because he lives for being your personal safety net.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader pretends he’s still a player to everyone else, but they all know the truth-he's constantly carrying a spare sweater for you, has your favorite tea memorized, and disappears into the woods every weekend just to be near you.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader jokes around like, “Bet you’ve got the entire forest wrapped around your hoof, huh?” but the truth is he’s the one hopelessly enchanted. He’ll flirt shamelessly, but never crosses a line-your innocence is something he fiercely respects.

Lorenzo with a deer!reader eventually becomes very protective-though he masks it with jokes. “Whoever makes my sweet forest princess cry is getting hexed. I don’t care if it’s a first year or a centaur. Try me.”

Draco Malfoy

Draco with a deer!reader didn’t like you at first-not really. You were too soft-spoken, too gentle, always apologizing when someone bumped into you in the corridor like you were the inconvenience. He saw your softness as weakness, and weakness was something he was taught to despise.

Draco with a deer!reader scoffed the first time he saw you tending to a wounded bird behind the Herbology greenhouses, whispering kind words like they might mend broken wings. “Ridiculous,” he muttered, turning on his heel-though he didn’t stop watching from the corner of his eye.

Draco with a deer!reader found you infuriatingly unbothered by his usual cruelty. You didn’t glare, didn’t snap back-you just blinked at him, wide-eyed and confused, like a startled fawn. It unnerved him in ways he couldn’t explain.

Draco with a deer!reader was annoyed when he learned you were an Animagus. “A deer?” he sneered. “Of course. Fragile and useless.” But when he accidentally came across you in the Forbidden Forest one evening, antlers backlit by the moon, trembling but peaceful-he froze. You looked like something straight out of a dream he wasn’t allowed to have.

Draco with a deer!reader started paying more attention after that. Watching the way you preferred the company of trees over people, how you flinched at raised voices but smiled at sunrises. It bothered him-why did he care?

Draco with a deer!reader found himself oddly protective. When someone mocked your nervous stutter in class, he hexed them before he even realized his wand was out. “They were annoying me,” he lied, avoiding your eyes.

Draco with a deer!reader began testing you, throwing snide remarks your way just to see if you'd finally crack-but you never did. Instead, you’d look at him softly and say things like, “I hope your day gets better,” and he’d feel something split quietly in his chest.

Draco with a deer!reader was the first to catch you when you tripped-always too fast for someone else to react. “Watch it,” he’d mutter, holding you longer than necessary. “You really are helpless, aren’t you?” But his voice had lost its edge.

Draco with a deer!reader started joining you on quiet walk-never asking, just appearing beside you with his hands in his pockets, pretending he just happened to be there. He’d grumble the whole way but always walked at your pace.

Draco with a deer!reader never admitted out loud that he fell in love with your softness. But the way he softened around you-the way his voice lowered, the way he stopped correcting your nervous rambling, the way he called you “doe eyes” under his breath-said everything.

Blaise Zabini

Blaise with a deer!reader didn’t meet you in a corridor or common room-he met you in the forest. He was wandering alone, clearing his head, when he saw you in your Animagus form. A deer, poised and glowing under the trees. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. And then you were gone.

Blaise with a deer!reader kept returning after that. At first by accident. Then on purpose. And every time, you were there-either as yourself or your Animagus, tucked into the quiet like you belonged to the forest. You never spoke much. Neither did he. You didn’t need to.

Blaise with a deer!reader would sit beside you on fallen logs or in patches of moss, just close enough that you might brush against each other if one of you shifted. The silence was never awkward-it was peaceful. Shared. Sacred.

Blaise with a deer!reader learned your rhythms without asking. How your fingers trembled around your quill. How you always looked toward the windows during class, longing for the woods. How your steps were hesitant but your heart was so open.

Blaise with a deer!reader never asked why you were drawn to the forest. But he started leaving little signs behind: a scarf draped on the branch you leaned against, a copy of a book you’d mentioned wanting to read tucked behind a tree. You always found them. He never said a word.

Blaise with a deer!reader doesn’t tease you like Lorenzo or challenge you like Draco. He just sees you. His gaze always lingers a second too long, quiet and reverent, like you’re something rare and fragile that the world doesn’t deserve.

Blaise with a deer!reader sometimes watches you in Animagus form from afar, his expression unreadable. But one day you shifted back, blinking at him through the trees, and he murmured, “Beautiful either way.” You were too stunned to reply. He didn’t need you to.

Blaise with a deer!reader speaks more with small gestures-offering his hand when you’re struggling with your balance, brushing a leaf from your hair without a word, always placing himself on the side of you that faces open spaces, as if shielding you from the world.

Blaise with a deer!reader has his own quiet, mysterious presence. You never pry. You just sit together in stillness, understanding each other in ways that go beyond words. He finds comfort in your softness; you find safety in his silence.

Blaise with a deer!reader doesn’t confess with a speech. He just reaches for your hand one evening under a sky full of stars, his thumb brushing over your knuckles like a promise. “You calm me,” he says quietly. And that’s all either of you need to know.

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noveauskull · 9 months ago

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Her Highness And Her Gem [NSFW]

characters: rafayel x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, spoilers for Rafayel's "wander in wonder" card, fingering, oral (f! receiving), reverse cowgirl, doggy style, prone bone, praising (m! receiving), no protection (piv), cocky princess reader, dominant reader, Lemurian Rafayel, porn with P L O T

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"What's going on? Why is everyone gathered in her Highness's throne room?"

"Didn't you hear? Messengers from every corner of the land brought these so-called "gifts" for her highness"

"Gifts?"

"It's to alleviate her boredom, apparently..."

You continued to listen to the unnecessary chattering of the maids surrounding the room, holding back from rolling your eyes at how ridiculous the entire situation was.

This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't escaped the palace for the 10th time this month.

It can't be helped. Your boredom was going to kill you before your age did, what's so wrong with wanting to see the outside world once in a while?

You were getting tired of every offer given by other Kingdoms and Empires through men. It was starting to get old by how they all carried good looks but no talent in bed, even a few aphrodisiacs couldn't satisfy you.

You weren't the best princess out there. Rebellious, cruel and salacious. Those were the words often used by others to describe you, most people expect a princess to be on their best behaviour, kind-hearted and pure, but you couldn't care less about such unimportant things.

"Bring them in, quickly" You wasted no time in telling the female messenger, and she nodded before clapping twice as a signal.

As of right now, while your eyes stared into the men walking in the room with attires of different erotic styles, your brain was stuck on finding another way to escape, and where you would visit once you had succeeded.

"Your Highness, have a look. These men are all pleasing to the eye"

Without realizing it, you let out a disappointed and stress-filled sigh. Make the female messenger take it as you are feeling unsatisfied with the line of men in front of you.

You didn't bother clearing up the misunderstanding as you would have preferred them all gone anyway, but then you watched as the female messenger winked at the group. They all suddenly made way for a certain individual.

"Would your highness be open to a handsome Lemurian to stroke the flames of your curiousity?" She said with a proud smile.

Your eyes immediately found a place on the violet-haired man, wearing a gold-adorned outfit that barely did anything to cover his erotic body. The sight was quite a surprise as you never expected to hear the words "Lemurian" along with it.

Without realization, you had a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Watching how the Lemurian man looked uninterested while maintaining eye contact with you, his hands were tied with thick cuffs to prevent him from trying to escape. Maybe that's why he didn't look too happy.

"Very well, the rest can leave" You waved off the female messenger and her group of men away, signalling the maids to escort them out as you got up from your seat.

You walked down from your throne and stood in front of the Lemurian man, eyeing him closely. His eyes were in a mixed hue of blue, purple and pink, beautiful and unique like how they said Lemurians would be.

Every mole on his face and body was being observed from your lenses, you could tell how nervous he became from having your lecherous gaze on him, you could feel his breath against the top of your head as he avoided making eye contact with you.

Feeling impatient, you used your finger to hook onto the jewellery on his neck, giving him a small tug as you walked him towards your bedroom like you would with a dog on a leash. Surprising him but knowing that following you instead of struggling would do him less trouble.

The entire walk down the corridor towards your room was silent, all you could hear was his bare feet making tiny pitter-patter noises as your heels clicked in a rush, your mind was bent on one thing only this evening.

To tame this Lemurian as your own.

Before you could notice the smirk on your face, you threw the male onto your bed, watching him gasp in shock from the sudden impact, his eyes immediately locking into yours as you had both your hands on the sides of his head, pinning him with nowhere else to look but you.

"I've been waiting for a Lemurian to fall onto my hand for a while now..." You spoke in a hushed voice, laced with a hint of arousal. Whoever put him in this outfit was going to be rewarded handsomely.

"I heard the creatures of the sea possess beautiful voices, won't you entertain me?"

As you asked him the question, you could see him frown before turning his head away from your gaze in an attempt to protest your request. It seems that he was playing hard to get.

"Well, I do like it when they put up a little fight" You let out a wicked laugh, watching his face look nervous once more. Maybe he could tell you were a bit crazy through the look in your eyes.

However, you weren't interested in playing with a toy that wasn't working. So you decided to throw your body down to lie next to the violet-haired male, heaving out a sigh as you stretch your arms. Your actions make the individual beside you flinch and stare at you in confusion.

"If you don't plan on speaking, then you will never be free from this place," You told him, your eyes shut with your arms resting at the back of your head, legs crossed creating a position of an unfeminine and careless manner.

"I was born in this very palace, and I will die here without a single ounce of freedom"

Curious to know if he was listening, you opened your eyes to gaze at him once more, he had already been sat up, facing you with a distrustful look, but still interested in what you had to say.

"If you don't believe me, think about how empty the palace is. How there isn't a single man, and why I need these messengers to find me another man every week" You watched his face soften, and while what you were saying could be true, most of it was to get him to open up to you.

A cruel princess you may be.

You weren't lying when you said you were lonely. But hinting to him that you let the men that came to your chambers off to "save" them was definitely a lie. You just didn't find them entertaining after a week.

"You will be no difference. After a week you can go back to your home, and I will find another man to bring into my chambers"

You switched your position to laying onto your stomach, hand resting under your chin as your other hand went to poke the Lemurian's stomach, tracing his abs.

"...If you agree, speak your name" You didn't bother to look at his face as you had a smile imprinted on your face, finding entertainment in tracing nonexistent patterns on his muscular body.

It took a silence so deep you could hear your own breath, waiting for a reply from the male. But after a few more seconds, you concluded that he just wasn't interested in what you had to offer, so you took your hand off his body, pushing yourself up.

"Rafayel"

You froze, hands resting on the bed as your head snapped to look at the Lemurian's face, you observed the look on his face. He seemed calm and willing this time, seeing him look so obedient had you grinning, your eyes squinting by how big you were smiling as you pushed your face forward to his.

"No takebacks" You pressed your lips into his, feeling him gasp in your mouth, however, he didn't protest, letting you kiss him so rough that you had him lie back down on the bed as your body hovered over his once more.

Right when you were getting into the mood, you pulled away from his lips, clicking your tongue in annoyance while Rafayel panted from how intense your kissing was. Rafayel's hands were right on your belly, the cold hard metal that was holding his hands in place was making you uncomfortable.

"I'll uncuff you. That is if you can promise me you'll be good"

The Lemurian didn't seem responsive, instead, he was just panting restlessly, partly to catch his breath or to regain his composure. Not noticing how lewd his face looked and that the pupils in his eyes turned to slits. You took his silence as an agreement to what you said and brought the cuffs to your face.

It seemed like it didn't need a key to unlock. Instead, it had a switch similar to what bracelets have. You pressed on the poking metal and watched the cuff on his right hand unlock, falling loosely as you did the same with his left.

You carelessly threw the metal cuffs to the ground, not caring what would happen to it. Right when you were going to resume what you've been longing to do for a while, you felt two hands grip your wrists before tossing you onto the bed, switching positions of you and Rafayel.

"Ugh!" You grunted at the impact. Eyes locked in with Rafayel's, which went from an innocent, obedient look to a look that held something similar to that of an untamed dog. Unruly, and incapable of self-control.

Not wanting to back down from simply being pinned down, you smirked at Rafayel. Cocking your head upwards with a scoff, watching the Lemurian's eyes glow in a blue similar to the ocean. Before he could proceed with whatever he was planning on doing, you cut in.

"If you plan to get a strike and run away, it won't end well for you" You warned, making it clear that you weren't phased by him.

"It will start with the entire Empire distraught about what happened to their princess. Then every man and woman alike will go through every end of the world to find the messengers of their respective Empire or Kingdom that sent you to me. War will break out" You felt the grip on your wrists tighten, but you didn't bother to stop.

"And then they will aim for your people. No Lemurian in the sea will be left alive, they will skin your tails, gouge your pretty eyes, rip your scales off, and every bone of yours will be taken care of" Your eyes darkened as you watched Rafayel's face grow angrier.

"Every. Single. One"

You felt him release his grip on one of your hands, lifting up his own to create a ball of fire in an attempt to burn you right on the spot. Your provoking was so intense it had a man of the sea create fire. What a spectacle this man was.

Seeing as how you were in awe, he paused from throwing the fire at you. Waiting to see what else you would do. You happily gave him the expectation he needed.

You slowly sat up to not provoke him any further, before using the hand that was free to touch his right cheek. Thumb brushed over the mole as he stared at you with wide eyes, confused as to what you were doing now.

"Don't worry. Those things can't happen if I'm alive. I'm the princess of the most influential and powerful Empire there is here. Kings and Queens all over the world send me their sons so that they could be on good terms with us" You assured him, caressing his cheek as you would with a lover.

"As long as you're mine, no one will harm you"

Hearing you calmly whisper, Rafayel took a second before extinguishing the fire in his palm, then placing his hand to press against the bed sheets. The blue glow in his eye had also disappeared, which signalled you that he was now approachable.

"...We could even create a treaty between humans and Lemurians" You initiated, gently grabbing his hand and using it to trace it towards your stomach.

"Right...here..."

Pregnancy. You were insisting on having a child with a Lemurian man. You could see the utter shock on Rafayel's face. He looked at you as if you were crazy, but your people don't call you a tyrant for nothing. Because the look on your eyes showed that you had not a drop of humanity in you.

Without noticing it, Rafayel looked at you with pity.

"If I give you what I want, you will set me free" Your ears perked at the voice of the Lemurian man. How nice would his moans be if you had him inside you at this instant.

But he was a whole other species. A race with animalistic features. So you had to play it slow and steady. Luring in the snake before cutting off its fangs.

"Of course"

Now the one who was pushing their lips onto the other was Rafayel. You gladly let him take the initiative, since usually you would have to do all the work, so it would be nice to have a change of pace in things.

His style of kissing was similar to that of a lover. He didn't let his nervousness or hesitance show in his actions. Instead, he was determined, hungry even. Yet so gentle and experienced. Perhaps he's done it before with other women.

If that's the case, then it saves you the trouble of having to teach another man from scratch.

You guided his hand that was on your stomach lower to where your expensively embroidered pants were. Using his big, veiny hand to rub onto your lower region. Making him open his eyes and look down when he felt how warm and wet you were.

Without asking, he slipped his hand into your pants, feeling your pussy bare, covered completely in your juices making it easier for him to play with it.

You felt his fingers tease around your hole, rubbing up and down to gather your slick lubricant for his fingers before sticking them inside easily. Making you let out a moan that released you off your starvation to be touched, you removed your lips from his to give yourself better access to moan.

"A-Ah yes! Just like that" You gripped his wrist harder, guiding him to press all the right spots. Suddenly feeling the need to make a joke at the same time.

"Mmph! How lucky the other ladies are to have a piece of you before me, huh?" You let out a messy laugh, letting out another moan when you felt him press a particular spot harder.

"Stop talking" He warned, however seeing him frown at you made you want to coo at how innocent he looked, like a child that had his candy stolen from him.

"Then make me" You wrapped your hand around his neck and pressed his lips against yours for the third time.

You relish in the taste of his soft lips on yours, part of you wishes he would use those lips and work on your body instead of his hands, but you don't want to rush art in its process.

While you had your hole thrust in and out by Rafayel's fingers, you used your free hands to brush onto his body, feeling every bump of his perfectly sculpted abs on your fingers, if you weren't so preoccupied with his fingers inside, you would have smirked at how you could feel him lose composure from a simple touch.

Soon enough you felt like his fingers weren't enough for you. So you decided to take back the initiative and grab him by his arms, promptly pushing him onto the bed and crawling up to move your hips forward, your pants lowering down in the process.

Now his eyes were facing your soaking wet pussy, slightly throbbing from the loss of his slender fingers inside you. Rafayel stared at the leaking hole for a few seconds before averting his eyes to look up at you. To which you greeted his lost look with a large grin, nothing but pure arousal in your face.

"Go on"

You egged the Lemurian man on, he didn't seem to hesitate when his eyes went back to looking down at your pussy, and then he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking up the juices that were spilling out of you, neglecting your swollen clit so far.

A satisfied moan escapes your lips. The same lips that you had praised for being so soft and lewd were now suckling and licking up all your pussy had to offer, like he was cleaning up all the marks left by the other men you had slept with.

"Y-Yes...Good boy..." You bit your lower lip, running your fingers through his violet-coloured hair to guide his lips further to the perfect spots of your pussy. His nose slightly brushed against your clit.

It seemed that the tiny praise you gave to the Lemurian made him more excited than you thought because right when you praised him, you felt two large hands grope your asscheeks, pulling you forward to Rafayel's mouth, his lips latching onto your neglected clit at the same time.

You couldn't help but let out a noise of shock and pleasure, the sudden warmth and aggression in his tongue caught you off guard as all you could do was hold onto the headboard of the bed and have your legs twitch from every continuous lick he was giving to your pussy.

With the pace he had, it didn't take long before you felt yourself slowly inching closer to your orgasm. You couldn't even let out a noise to indicate that you were close because of how needy you were, it was like finally having a gulp of water after spending days in a desert.

"A-Argh- Fuck!" You groaned.

Like an instinct, you pushed his face closer to your pussy as if it weren't already close enough. Probably having his teeth touch your skin but you couldn't tell, you were too busy using Rafayel's face like how you would use a pillow at night.

You were so busy riding out your own release that you didn't even notice how the Lemurian man's eyes rolled back from the sudden pressure of his face being used for your own satisfaction, the arousing smell of your juices wouldn't go wasted as he would attempt to gulp down every single drop. Seriously, where did he learn to do all this?

Without care, you threw his head back onto the pillow before cupping his face and bombarding it with kisses, aiming from his cheek to his neck, planting kiss marks from your lipstick and leaving a few hickeys behind. Tarnishing his clean body with your bite marks.

"So gorgeous.." Another praise left your mouth.

Once you were proud of the work you left on his body, you pulled off your pants completely. Making sure Rafayel's eyes never left yours as you did so, throwing them away somewhere at the corner of the room before you pulled down the navy blue embroidered pants he had on as well, before turning your back on him and rubbing your wet cunt all over his rock hard cock.

"Little Lemuria's quite excited, huh?" You teased, watching his dazed expression never change. He was definitely out of it.

You made sure all the saliva and juices on your pussy coated his dick completely, you could tell he was getting impatient from how his leg would hold itself back from hiking up each time you rubbed your soft cunt onto his shaft, but you weren't looking forward in rushing such a valuable moment.

When you felt like you got his cock wet enough, you held his dick with your palm, feeling your own cum slipping through your fingers as you slowly pushed it inside of you, letting out a large sigh of relief when you finally got to feel something large and veiny as his cock.

Without wasting another second you moved your hips back and forth, letting his cock hit you from every spot you had inside, and also giving him a good view of your ass as you continued to tease him with the way you rocked your hips.

Right when you made him believe you were just going to rock on his dick, you lifted your hips up and slammed yourself down, earning a loud moan from both you and him. The sudden action shocked Rafayel to the point his hands reached up to grab your waist while you continued to ram his dick deep inside you.

"Mmph! Yes! Right there!"

The pace you created from simply hopping up and down his dick became too intense that Rafayel couldn't keep up anymore. His eyes would fail to gain focus once you brought him closer to his release through the teasing you did earlier. Not hiding the moans that followed the closer you got to your orgasm.

"U-Ugh! A-Almost!"

You clenched your pussy while letting out a loud moan, the impact he had on your hole was far stronger than your impact on his dick since you clearly cared about reaching your own orgasm first. To which you did a few seconds before Rafayel could cum as well.

While you were trying to keep yourself up after completely raw dogging yourself onto his cock, you let out a gasp when you felt your body being pushed forward, your arms being held behind your back as you felt a harsh thrust snap to hips and a deep press inside your cervix.

A loud guttural moan left your mouth as you were forced into a position where the Lemurian man had his way with you, you couldn't see his face, but you could tell by the way he was holding back his growls that he was chasing after the orgasm you denied him from achieving.

You wanted to tell him to slow down, but you couldn't as all your energy was lost from the first two orgasms you had, all you could do was moan desperately while you continued to feel Rafayel's cock gushing in and out of your hole that twitched uncontrollably.

Thanks to you being sensitive, the clamps your pussy made on Rafayel's dick made him reach his high quicker than anticipated. He gives his few final thrusts by pushing your hips so far that your stomach and face are now pressing onto the sheets, you are about to reach your third orgasm.

You hear Rafayel moan in relief as he completely filled your hole up with his cum. Feeling the warm substance gush out of your hole and run down your legs as you came on his dick once more. Eyes roll to the back of your head, leading to nothing but pitch blackness on your sight.

When you two were finally satisfied, all you could hear was the heavy breathing that came out from both your mouths. You couldn't move your body anymore, all you could do was lie on the bed with your ass facing Rafayel, you might as well sleep at that moment.

And sleep you did.

The last thing you felt was the warm embrace of the Lemurian man, you didn't expect him to be so gentlemanly, taking care of you while you were unconscious. He would make it harder for you to let him go.

But to your surprise, he was already gone the moment you woke up.

At first, you were frantic. Threatening to kill everyone in the palace if they didn't tell you his whereabouts, but it seemed that the little fish was quite sneaky, as everyone reported to have never seen him.

Eventually, you gave up. The only one time you finally found something interesting and exhilarating in your mundane life sat right at your palm, and you let it get away.

Moving on was easy, but your body no longer wanted to feel the touch of another man. Every day the maids and messengers would present you with a line of gorgeous men, but you barely even spared a glance, the only thing imprinted in your brain was that god darned Lemurian.

A week would have already passed since then. And you would find yourself laying on the same bed he was on with you, bored out of your mind.

"Stupid Lemurian. Bewitching me" You cursed, tossing a grape at the wall, watching it bounce off and fall onto the floor.

You were bent on revenge. If you ever see him again, you are going to turn him into your slave, that is for sure.

"I hope I won't be turned into seafood if I let your highness come with me"

Immediately, you sat up in shock. Not noticing you had almost crushed the grape in your hand when you heard a familiar voice. Your head snapped to look at your bedroom window, and there stood a familiar man with violent-coloured hair and purple-hued eyes.

"You..." You muttered. Eyes frantically observing his new look. He had a gorgeous attire of blues, and his skin was covered in these symbolic marks.

You watched him have a serious look on his face, arms crossed as he eyed the grape you had in your hand. Curious about what you were so determined to throw at your walls.

"That's wasting food, princess" Compared to the man he was before, he sounded more cocky and mighty. Almost like a king.

You tried to find the words to retort at him. But all you could do was gaze at him in awe, the beauty he held must have increased tenfold from this past week, so this was what he would truly look like in Lemuria.

Snapping yourself out of the daze you were in, you stood up and ran towards him, finger-pointing at his chest as you furrowed your eyebrows and faced him.

"You bewitched me! And to add on, you had the gall to leave me after bedding me! You sly fish!" You yelled, finger poking a hole into his chest as he let out a chuckle.

"Oh! Funny is it?" You spat, watching his eyes trace itself to grab your arm that was poking him, you still had the grape in your hand.

Rafayel slowly kissed your arm, then brought his face to your hand. Where he took the grape in his lips and ate it whole, chewing the fruit inside his mouth and gulping it in front of you, then planting a kiss onto your hand.

The entire gesture left you speechless. Now you were definitely convinced that this man was trying to bewitch you. Your mind circled in thoughts on how dare he touch you so casually that you didn't notice how red your face was.

"Come with me, princess" He offered, eyes staring into yours.

"..." You didn't question him. Because you knew fully well that you would do wonders to leave the place. But you knew you couldn't, especially when you've done so countless of times.

"I can't. They'll find me and kill you. It's not worth the risk" You reasoned, eyes darkening with disappointment in your own words.

"I'd like to see them try and kill the God of Tides" He laughed at your words, to which you frowned in confusion.

"What does the God of Tides have anything to do with you?" Not realizing how stupid your question sounded, you watched as Rafayel looked at you with an arched eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

"...No way" Your eyes widened before moving your head up and down to take a good look at his attire once more.

Rafayel wasn't just some Lemurian lost on land. He was a Sea God.

"Goodness," You blurted out, watching Rafayel laugh at your reaction, to which you responded by blushing in embarrassment.

"Does this change things for us now?" He asked in between his laughs, to which you rolled your eyes.

"Well, I suppose"

You felt his arm wrap around your waist, bringing you close to him as you gasped, surprised by his bold gesture. When you looked up at him he had a fulfilling smile on his face.

Next thing you knew waves of water surrounded the two of you, maybe this time you could truly escape this boring place for good.

"Hey, Rafayel. Why did you come back for me?"

"Well, a lonely princess asked me to let her conceive my child. The kinder option would be to show her where I grew up, wouldn't it?"

"...Yeah..."

"Did you hear? The princess has escaped the palace once more"

"That's nothing new, is it?"

"Oh, but it is. I heard this time she escaped with a lover!"

"A lover?! That tyrant?!"

"Whoever that gentleman is, he must be crazy to elope with her"

"You said it"

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A/N: so like... clearly a lot of themes were running through my mind. maybe this isn't concubine! rafayel as promised BUT THE THEME IS THERE SO EAT YOUR FOOD LIKE THE GOOD CHILDREN YOU ARE (picky eaters are not welcomed, says the picky eater herself)

anyways incubus! rafayel is next, probably in a week or two who knows. after this, I will work on some zayne or xavier oneshots as well :)

OH AND CAN I SAY I WANNA OPEN COMMISSIONS SO BAD???? like maybe not for my art, but definitely for my writing. only when i hit 1k followers will I do that though so stay tuned!

here are the outfits mentioned in the oneshot for better imagination 💪✨️

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