#aligned salt mines

[mincedpeaches]

"sudden hate" "these last few years." buddy. I've been here since 2013.

[luveline]

oh my god Jade I love coworker James!!! can we please see Remus and Sirius actually catching them !:)))

thank you for requesting! fem, 1.3k

James Potter is eating his lunch in peace when you find him in the staff kitchen. It was nice to eat in silence —he won’t get any of that now. 

“Hi, lovely,” he says. 

“Stop,” you say instantly, pulling the fridge door open to extract your lunch. James watches the curve of your shoulder, your arm, even your leg as you bend to grab your Tupperware before straightening out. 

“What are you having?” 

“Can’t we eat in mutual, agreeable silence?” you ask. 

James thinks about it, but when you’re around he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut. “No, maybe tomorrow, though.” 

“Brilliant.” 

You sit down —in the chair next to his, he’d like to point out, and not the one opposite— and open your Tupperware. You have a salad with what looks like diced tofu, grilled and honeyed, salt and pepper cracked over dressed leaves of kale and lettuce. 

“That looks good.” 

“You’re so healthy, I thought I’d outdo you,” you say, popping your foldable fork from the Tupperware lid. 

“You’ve managed it.” James is eating chicken katsu in wraps with a chilli sauce, lettuce, and finely sliced tomato. For his afters, he has three bags of crisps and a tangerine he’s going to share with you, two slices to one.

For a little bit, you both chew and say nothing. After a few minutes he reaches under the table to hold your thigh. A few minutes more and you’re letting your leg fall against him, smiling around bites of salad. 

“Do you wanna come over tonight?” he asks. 

“Maybe you should come to mine?” you ask, a shade of timid. “I know you’ve never been, it’s not nice as yours is, but at least Sirius won’t walk in on us.” 

James wonders if that means what he thinks it does, or if you’re just sick of being kissed and then shot away from. If it means the first thing, he really needs to ask if you want to be his girlfriend. Like, today. He’s worried you’re gonna say no, but he doesn’t want you thinking that intimacy from him is casual, because it really won’t be. 

“We can get dinner first?” he suggests, feeling along your knee gently. 

“Where do you want to go?” 

“Where do you want to, pretty girl?” 

You shift ever so slightly in your chair. “I don’t know. Where’s somewhere nice? Or do you want casual, like, the Chinese buffet by the cinema? It’s quite nice in there.” 

“I wanna go wherever you fancy,” he says. He’s flirting, or not flirting but affectionate, his voice velveteen as he ducks his head. He wants to find your hand and kiss it. He loves kissing the tips of your fingers, but it’s a sure fire way to get you to lean away from him. He knows you like it, evidenced by your smile, and by your willingness to give him your hand again the next time. “Do you think we can just–” he shouldn’t ask here, should he? He does it anyhow. “I want it to be a date. Like, a proper, actual date we own up to.” 

“Like we tell everyone we went?” 

“Not right now, not if you don’t want to. Just between us then. It’s a real date.” 

Something moves in your neck. You bite your lip but let it fall back into place as you say, “Yeah, okay. A real date.” 

“Okay?” he asks. 

“Yeah, okay,” you repeat. “I’d really like to.” 

“You would?” he asks softly. 

You turn in your seat to check the door, before leaning into his lap, and pressing a quick, careful kiss to lips, just a little to the side and up, your mouth aligned to the corner of his and the skin beneath his nose. 

“So, somewhere nice, then,” you say as you sit in your seat properly. 

James hooks his ankle behind the leg of your chair and drags you as close as he can possibly get you without yanking you into his lap. “I genuinely don’t care where we go, I just wanna go with you.” He gestures for you to come back, his hand rising to your shoulder. “I could kiss you stupid right here, I hope you know.” 

“That’s not funny,” you say, laughing despite yourself. 

He wasn’t making a joke, but he supposes he’s coming on strong. “I could, but I won’t. I’m too nice and you probably taste like kale anyways, which would be a punishment for me I don’t deserve.”

“Not the most flavourful vegetable, is it?” 

He laughs softly against your lips. One second he’s not going to kiss you here, and the next it’s as though his body decided all on its own. He smiles too much to kiss you properly, but a kiss is a kiss. Kissing you is like electric and fireworks, and honey and sugar, and all manner of cliche things. It’s like a long day ending. It’s like your heart and his are the same, for just those few seconds together. 

“You don’t taste so bad,” he murmurs. 

“You could’ve let me have a drink first.” 

“Where’s the fun in that? Come on, kiss me again.” 

“No, no, ‘cos I don’t like that spicy sauce you put on your wraps and–”

He laughs again, you’re laughing just as loudly, tipping your head to the side as he wades in from the other. 

The kitchen door opens with a whack. You spring apart from one another guiltily, too little too late as the man in the door makes his shock known. 

“Where you just–” Sirius grins like a Cheshire Cat. “You were kissing! I knew it! I can’t–”

“Well you didn’t know it, did you?” Remus asks, giving Sirius a dirty look. “I’ve only tried to tell you ten times that I think there’s something going on with them, they’ve been holding hands. But no, Sirius Black knows everything about James Potter, like I didn’t grow up with you both too.” Remus gives his boyfriend a good glower and makes his way to the fridge.

You immediately fluster, bringing a hand to your eyes as though that might undo what’s been done. 

“We weren’t kissing,” James says. 

“No, then what were you doing, James?” Sirius asks. 

“She was checking my teeth for sesame seeds?” 

“With her tongue,” Sirius says smugly. 

“Sirius, don’t.” Remus pulls his vitamin water from the fridge and remembers himself. “Sorry, Y/N. I’m not trying to embarrass you, and neither is Sirius.” 

“Well, she has nothing to be embarrassed about,” James says, laying his hand on your arm. 

“We really weren’t kissing,” you insist. Then, sighing in defeat. “If anything, James was kissing me and I was letting him.” 

“Yes, because you so often just let me do things to you,” he says, stroking the crook of your elbow with his thumb.

“I knew it,” Sirius says happily, smirking like a fiend as Remus forces the vitamin water into his arms. 

“You did not.” 

“I was just trying to throw you off of the scent, Moony.” 

James meets your eyes, still wide with surprise. “I’m sorry. Uh… They won’t tell?” 

You tip your head. “Someone would’ve found out eventually, right?” 

Right? As in, we would’ve kept going, we’re going to keep dating, and eventually more than that? James will have to buy you a very big bouquet of flowers tonight, lest you not believe him. 

“I’m afraid so. At least that’s out of the way,” he says. 

You bring his hand to your chin. You don’t kiss it, but the action alone has butterflies like hornets bouncing around his stomach. Massive bouquet, he thinks. 

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more coworker James

[endgamelukola]

DAY 2:

I think the astrology of Luke and Nic says a lot of things about them as individuals and how they could potential interact with each other that is pretty fascinating.

My disclaimer here is that astrology is a fun personality test-type thing to me. I do not make major life decisions or hold heavy weight in it, but if I can explain why people are buttholes by learning that Mercury is in Retrograde YET AGAIN, bess believe I'mma do it. It really just provides a way to think about how we're influenced by where the world was at in the universe when we were born. And if you're rolling your eyes and saying 'omg, astrology is so dumb, people can't be lumped into categories that way' I would ask WHERE'S THE AQUARIUS IN YOUR CHART? lol I'm playin.

ANY WAY. I'm not an astrology guru of any means, so if you're looking for a LUKOLA ASTROLOGY CLASS, I recommend onesagesview on YouTube because that woman goes so deep into the weeds that even I haven't watched all of her analysis. What I think is worth knowing is the big three of each, because they give an estimate of how an individual operates within the world around them.

So from my limited knowledge, the big three of astrology are your RISING SIGN, your SUN SIGN, and your MOON SIGN. The most surface level people usually know is their sun sign. For example, if you haven't already clocked my sign, just know I'm born in August three days after Rory (i don't wanna talk about it, THE MEN ARE DIFFERENT OK). More about the big three though: the moon sign represents your inner world, the sun sign represents your core self, and the rising sign represents your outward persona and/or how others see you.

Nicola is a Taurus Moon (earth), Capricorn Sun (earth), and Aquarius Rising (air). So this confirms me a lot of what we already know about Nic, and gives more room for looking at other parts of her chart as well since it fits like a Cinderella shoe.

Nic is the first to admit she loves a good trailer nap, and combined with her response in a red flag interview of someone using a 3-in-1 for their shower, I'd say that Taurus moon shines bright. In my experience, Capricorns are genuine human beings who don't sugarcoat themselves for others. I've come across a few TikToks analyzing how women in society have been fed the message of not being "too much" and I'd say the Capricorn is the antithesis of this, but not in a loud or intentional way, if that makes sense? They're just who they are. And they really don't have time to be anyone else, and that shit is admirable in my book. So another point in the confirm column for how it aligns with Nic. She may be damn good at portraying other people, but best believe there's no mistaking who she is off camera for those closest to her. Finally, that Aquarius rising is that salt bae moment on top! Aquarians are concerned with everyone else, but again, not in a loud or intentional way. They're naturally dispositioned to look at the world and mine it for their causes. This is the humanitarian element we see, I think, where Nicola isn't afraid to stand firmly behind the causes she believes in, regardless of how others may view her.

Then mix that combination together, Taurus + Capricorn + Aquarius and you've got someone who is down for a good time at home (whether home is a place, a group of people, etc) and will not allow their peace to be disturbed. If their peace is disturbed? Expect to hear about how you crossed the line and how you won't be doing it again. (ex. normalize not filming people in public *kisses*)

So that's my yap about Nicola's big three! Nothing new here, folks, but I'll review Luke's tomorrow because I LIKE TO YAP.

Merry Lukola-mas!

[ken-dom]

All of Your Flaws are Aligned with This Mood of Mine

Sebastian Wilder x gn!reader

900 words

∘₊✧ Summary: This time, Seb goes too far.

∘₊✧ Authors’s notes: Based on the line 'When have you done anything that anyone liked?' from the original La La Land script (covered in this tasty post), and inspired by conversations of Seb being a total bastard with the darling @heresthestorymorningglory, without whom I would write far, far fewer fics. Title from Irresistible by Fall Out Boy.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, blow job, humiliation, orgasm denial, set during a fight with Seb but it's insinuated the whole relationship with him is pretty toxic

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‘When have you done anything that anyone liked?’

The words hang heavy in the space between you – a space that has steadily expanded with every jibe and cutting insult you’ve thrown at one another in the last half hour. The record playing behind you fades into deathly silence.

Sebastian, with all his suave charm and quiet intellect spills pure poison when he’s feeling this way out, when you’ve rubbed each other up the wrong way and can’t manage to halt the descent into waters you’d usually not dream of treading with anyone else.

You stare him out. He’s gone a step too far this time and he knows it. He swallows hard, throat dry and grating, trying to mask his regret, trying to stand his ground, ready for you to fight back.

His eyes glimmer as you lift your head proudly to answer his delightfully disparaging question.

The words you plan to kick back with are too delicious to get wrong. He waits anxiously as you lick your lips, your eyes calculating as you finally open your mouth to speak.

‘You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you?’

That glimmer in his striking blues turns into a flash of surprise — he didn’t expect it, sure, but it isn’t just that. He liked it, too.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, your words swirling through his clouding mind and coursing downward to pool, hot and uncomfortable, at his core.

‘Well? Don’t you?’ you push.

He clears his throat, cheeks powdering with a brand new deep blush, replacing the prickling heat of infuriation that had coloured them pink before.

He blinks his gaze away as you stride right up to him, shame consuming him whole at how his body is responding to this. Does it count as humiliation? Does he like that? Shit.

When you land an inch away from his face, he hopes you’ll spit some spiteful remark, but instead you reach to touch his jaw with steady, gentle fingertips, and he flinches.

‘Seb?’ you whisper, almost seductively. It shouldn’t make him dizzy, but it does.

An, ‘Mhmm?’ is all he can manage by reply.

You laugh then. Mocking, cruel, and he shudders. His trousers have grown incredibly tight in the last few seconds. He’s scared, he realises, and the fear is thrilling.

You drop to your knees, shoving his trousers down past his knees, rough and uncaring. Licking your lips more pointedly this time, you gaze up at his irritatingly handsome face. He whimpers at the intensity. His cock leaks and twitches before he can even think about trying to stop it – not that he could really control that even if he wanted to.

It’s weak and pathetic and not at all in the same realm as the Seb who was spitting out a stream of all the worst things you think about yourself combined with that special brand of Sebastian Wilder venom that rubs salt into wounds he’s already inflicted.

His hips jerk forward, knees buckling at how jarring this all is, and you lick a warm, wet stripe up his length.

He whines, fingers scrambling for purchase on the wall he’s backed against.

‘Lost for words now?’ you taunt, chuckling to yourself as you lean in for another, more lingering taste of him.

Seb’s eyes squeeze shut as you gaze up at him, and you swear you see a tear drip free to trickle down his cheek.

You smirk around his cock, wrapping your fingers around the base and massaging as you take his length into your mouth and suck hard, swirling your tongue to flick over the tip each time you pull back before swallowing him whole again.

It’s already the best blow job he’s ever received and he’s embarrassed at how quickly he’s nearing his release with you working him like this.

He needs to fight back; needs to make you work for his release as punishment, but he’s leaking steadily now, throbbing in the warm comfort of your mouth, and his vision is turning blurry.

‘P-please,’ he begs, more to himself than to you, and you can feel him nearing his peak now.

You slow, and he breathes a sigh of relief, hoping it will give him time to make this last, stand his ground.

His whole body shivers as you drag your teeth along his length, but then you kiss his pre-cum coated tip and sit back on your heels admiring him, watching every little pulse of his thick, needy cock.

The relief that washes over Sebastian dwindles. He cock feels cold and unloved without your lips around it, and you’re taking too long to come back.

Chest heaving, he tries to hold his breath long enough to open one eye just enough to glimpse down and gather what you’re playing at.

He sees you getting to your feet, unhurried and smug.

Brow knitting, he opens both eyes wide, starting at the glittering of your eyes as you lean in close enough for your breath to brush against his ear as you whisper, ‘Fuck. You.’

Breathless, cock aching, dripping onto the floor between his feet, he watches you leave. Watches you struggle a little with the lock on his door before letting it slam shut behind you, not turning back. Gone.

[astroyongie]

Can you do a rexting after break up for tbz too pleaseeeee ☺️

Like the one you did for skz 🩷

Thanksss

The Boyz: Texting You After a Breakup

Note: again, I like to make these a little poetic and dramatic. Helps making ideas for future one shots

Sangyeon

"Fuck, y/n do you know how long I have been trying to reach you?" "I want to roll the numbers again, see if you will finally pick up. I miss your voice you know" "I want to feel my stars align again with your own." "When will you understand that even if the earth breaks and heavens won't open up for me, I can go through it as long as you are mine?"

Jacob

"hey y/n. please read this before you delete my number" "When you left me that day, I felt like I was walking bare feet into the ocean" "Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go" "I am just trying to say that.. I love you. Please, let's fix things"

Kevin

"Y/n fuck these half asses excuses about us not being compatible and you being afraid of commitment" "When you can't swallow your demons, you become starving" "Darling, I'm noticing your flaws. I always have" "They're exactly what I want, even if you won't believe me"

Younghoon

"Listen, I have gave you time enough to think this through" "I can't know what's wrong if you don't talk to me, y/n" "I know every time you collapse into me, I know I can melt away this suffering you are feeling" "So please, lets this be the start of something new"

Hyunjae

"I miss you so fucking much" "I guess it goes to show, does it not?" "That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it" "I love you so much"

Juyeon

"Please understand that you have hurt me just as much a I did" "I remember now why I can't pretend when I am with you" "Yeah fuck this. I never think of you and all this screaming silence" "You want to leave? so be it. Just don't come back to me with your cheap talking"

Chanhee

"I am so sorry. Back then I didn't understood what you needed, that you were suffering and that I wasn't good for you" "So show me that which I cannot see y/n" "Even if it hurts me, I want to be here for you" "Even if I can't sleep, at least I know I wouldn't be hurting you"

Changmin

"You got this wrong y/n" "This break up is't my fault and it's time for you to realize it" "I'm not here to be the saviour you long for" "Only the one you don't deserve"

Haknyeon

"I think I own you a few explanations after our break up.. I ought to be honest y/n" "You are not sugar nor salt" "You are like something which is caught between black and white, not quite either day or night" "Y/n you are perfectly misaligned, and as long as you are lost, I cannot be the one who enlightens you"

Sunwoo

"Fucking hell I can't do this anymore y/n" "I can't stay away from you, can't you understand that? I am sorry pleas reconsider this" "I need you to tell me you met me in past lives, because I never felt tis empty before" "what might be eating me from the inside darling? please come back"

Erik

"Just listen to this y/n." "Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it?" "Sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open?" "Ever since you felt I can't stop feeling miserable. Call me. please"

[honeybubbledivination]

Hey! It’s Bunny! 🍯

Today’s pick a card is a love reading! (Sorta)

To start! Please, please remember that these are for the collective and I’m not God or all knowing! Please, please only take any advice in my readings with a grain of salt and know that at the end of the day it’s YOUR judgement call. Not mine! I’m not here for legal advice or anything, just posting silly little readings. A lot of this is self love, so some things may come up that will hit some wounds you need to heal! Major TW for cheating and themes of infidelity, substance abuse, and narcissism.

With all that out of the way! Below, I have the art from the cards below! Choose a card that calls to you!

The deck is “Lovers Oracle” by Toni Carmine Salerno! Choose which card calls to you most!

The overall energy for these readings is “When it comes to matters of the heart, there is no right or wrong. Every choice you make expands your understanding of life and love.” (Also from the deck used to symbolize the piles.)

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Pile One:

Welcome to your reading pile one! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: Seven - Taylor Swift “Your dad is always mad and that must be why…”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Breakup, Truth, Divine Timing, Social Media, Family, Signs & Synchronicities, Mask, Player, Heartbreak, Mystery, Home, Surrender, Travel. (Typically I don’t take reversals for this deck because it’s a little confusing, but Soulmate, Date, Unexpected, and Relationship came out reversed, so take that as you will.)

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Karmic Relationship, Mask, Lightning, Photograph, Cassette, Keys on a Ring, Healing Heart, Camera, Self-Indulgence, Girl Talk, Passion, Date, Palm Tree

Clarifying cards: Strength Rx, 6oW Rx, Justice, 9oW, Temperance, 8oP, KnoP, 9oP Rx, 4oW Rx.

Pile one! I am begging you to let go of that man (or woman, or person, or even situation if you’ve let them go) and FOCUS ON YOU. I see the possibility of you being married to someone, having a family with them, but even as their partner you have doubts. You think they’re on social media, looking at other people in ways they shouldn’t be and you’re right. I would go as far to say they’re actively cheating on you, Pile One. I did not like their energy one bit. I know you’re staying with them because everyone tells you all men have a lingering eye, it’s human nature. I can tell you it’s not. They’re with you because they like the thrill of cheating and because they know they aren’t worthy of you. Divorce them! Focus on yourself and do things you’re passionate about! Get back out into the world and treat yourself with the love and kindness you’ve always deserved! You’ll find someone later who aligns with you, but know that you shine brighter when you kindle your own fire! Go do you! Quit being mean to yourself! I’m proud of you and I think you’re a radiant soul who deserves the love you give to others. If you’re a mother, father, parent, please remember that the way you allow yourself to be treated integrates itself into your child’s/children’s psyche and creates their attachment and love style. If you’re scared to do it for you, do it for them. You don’t deserve to be an option. You are THE option. Don’t let any of this hold you back! Keep being sweet, Queen Bee.

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Pile Two:

Welcome to your reading pile two! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: ‘How Did It End?’ - Taylor Swift “Didn’t you hear they called it off; One gasp, and then; How did it end?”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Toxic Relationship, Ghosted, Liquid Courage, Text Message, Unfinished Business, Ex Lover, Hookup, Intuition, Finances, Social Media, Friends, Snake, Addiction, Fear, Third Party

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Ax, The Butterfly, The Sword and Rose, Stabbed in the Back, Clock, Healing Heart, Ascending, The Golden Mirror, Soulmates, Engagement Ring

Clarifying cards: 10oC, KnoC, The Magician Rx, 5oS, Justice, PoW, 9oW, 2oS Rx, 5oC Rx, 7ow Rx, 10oP, QoW

Hey, Pile Two! This is a pretty specific reading. You may have known this person is high school or possibly as far back as middle school. I think they were head over heels for you back then because you’re so creative, but there was some kind of third party situation and you decided it wasn’t worth your time. Everyone kinda thought you two would end up together, but you never did. Just barely brushing the boundaries of friends to hookups. They may be popping up on your socials more lately. They could’ve even sent you a friend request or they’re thinking about doing it! This person is not the Knight they present themselves as. They’re honestly dabbling in substances. I feel more alcohol than anything, really. It’s not your problem anymore, though. You’ve grown from a Page to a Queen of Wands who is manifesting her reality with her creativity. If they do reach out to you, handle it smoothly. If they already have, know that they’re a narcissist deep down and there’s a reason they’ve consistently gone through people since you let them go and they’re coming back to you with their tail between their legs because they think you’ll take them back. Don’t do it. They’ll love bomb you into an engagement and break your heart. (Not to mention, I don’t think they’re doing very well financially.) It’s all a lie, you make them feel good about themselves, but they don’t love you just for you. They love you because you love them. Let the past be the past and keep waiting for someone and something better. Focus on your artistic abilities and make some money. You don’t need them, Pile Two! Choose yourself, little bee!

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Pile Three:

Welcome to your reading pile three! Below, I have a shuffled song, and my interpretation of the cards! If this doesn’t resonate with you, leave it and find another love reading! Please use your discernment!! Thank you for buzzing by!

Song: ‘The Prophecy’ by Taylor Swift “Please; I’ve been on my knees; Change the prophecy; Don’t want money; just someone who wants my company; Let it once be me…”

‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Music, Roll The Dice, Divine Intervention, Spiritual Awakening, Magnetic Attraction, New Love, Secret Crush, Heartbreak, Social Media, Anxiety, Healing, Grass Is Greener, Relationship, Fated Meeting, Signs & Synchronicities.

‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Clock, Love Call, Abundance, Heartbroken, Date, Paradise, Hand of Cards, Soulmates, Healing Heart, Coffin, Healthy Choices, The Runner

Clarifying Cards: The Moon, The Star, The Sun, The World, The Chariot Rx, 10oC, QoS, Strength, QoP, Temperance, 6oP, 2oS, 3oC, PgoS, Judgement, The Hermit, The Fool

Pile Three! You’ve been through the wringer emotionally. You’ve have had your heart broken time and time again. It doesn’t have to be from dating, it can be a general distrust of human connection due to trauma within your familial relationships or even friends. You’ve been let down a lot, but you have this quiet hope that despite your avoidant attachment style someone will come to you and express their love. But, you can’t do that without putting yourself out there. Go do things you enjoy and keep healing yourself. Post on social media, get a job or a new one. Do something new and scary! Enjoy life! If you don’t already have a secret admirer, you little hermit, you will once you put yourself out there. It can be sometime as simple as blogging and making new mutuals, posting on Instagram, monetizing your YouTube videos, or making new friends at work. This person who will come into your life is brand new and will genuinely love you for you. There’s no ‘prophecy’ against you. You aren’t at the whim of fate. You have free will to make your life your own, love. Go live and do it passionately, you’ll attract who you need to as you settle into yourself more.

- Bunny 🍯💛

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Bunny’s Notes: Phew! 😮‍💨 That was a lengthy one! I really did start this with the intention it would be based on love and it turned into self love. (Kinda? Maybe should’ve been a little more specific. Oops!) Anyway, I hope these readings resonate for you in the best way and it helps you in the ways you need! Once the poll ends, I’ll be slowly doing each reading or post! Also, I know all the songs were Taylor Swift lol. Honestly, I used what I have in my library and I listen to her more than anyone, but if you have any recommendations of artists, please send some! I’m testing out new ways to post readings, so things might change up for a bit! Thank you for buzzing by! 🐝

-Bunny 🍯💛

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #13: BTS Jimin has sex in the Bahamas with his girlfriend

This is the 13th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: BTS Jimin

Sex Content: Clit teasing/eating, Sensational ride, Female orgasm

Type of Sex: STEAMY

Word Count: 2.6k

This story starts out in third person, with Jimin and his named girlfriend as the partner. When the sex begins the perspective changes to first person, putting you in the girlfriend's shoes to make the experience more immersive 😉

Completely naked Jimin got out of the ocean and stepped onto the hot sand of a private beach. You know, because rich people can do that. He was in the Bahamas with his girlfriend, and the beach was lined with palm trees and lush vegetation. It was paradise on Earth.

His skin glistened in the sun. Water and salt was dripping from his flexing body. His muscles and tattoos shone bright, and his mushy ass cheeks swayed from side to side as his feet sank deep into the sand with each trying step.

Song Da-eun followed close behind. Her body was just as naked as his, and her heart was filled with love. This was the perfect holiday, and Jimin was the perfect man.

When he reached his towel Jimin turned around and sat down on it. He buried his feet in the sand to protect them from the scolding hot surface, and rested his arms on his knees.

He smiled as Song caught up to him, skipping across the sand as if the ground was burning. It almost felt as though it was.

When she reached him, she quickly leaped onto his towel.

“Hey!” he said and laughed. “Use your own.”

“I'm sorry,” Song said with a smirk. “It's too far away. I couldn't make it.”

She was just playing with him. She planted a foot on either side of Jimin’s body, while he stretched his torso and reached behind his back and pulled her towel closer. “It was literally just one more step,” he said and jokingly rolled his eyes.

She gave him a seductive smile. “I know. But that's one step too far away from you.”

The exotic holiday had been planned for months. Jimin had surprised his girlfriend with it, when one day he came home from work dressed in a fancy suit and holding a single rose.

Song remembered the day vividly. She'd been lounging on the couch in just a t-shirt, and the romantic gesture had led to some amazing sex. The couple had been together for years, out of the spotlight and leading a private life. Jimin's sweet gesture and the sex that day had reminded her of just how good they were together.

Of course at the time, Song had no idea just how much the trip they were now on would mean, and how it would change her life forever.

Now, on their very own beach, Jimin sneered at Song's cheesy remark and placed his hands on her thighs as she towered above him. He let them glide along her hips, while he looked up at the woman he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“I love you,” he said. “I'll share the world with you. My towel, this beach, our life. What's mine is yours.”

He leaned forward, his face perfectly aligned with Song's pussy, as she stood broad-legged over him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, then gently kissed the lips between her legs.

His nose brushed against her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soaked hair. He turned his head from side to side between her thighs, sniffing her skin and intimately kissing her folds.

“Oh, Jimin,” she moaned. “I love it when you talk like that.”

When he stuck out his tongue, Song tilted her head back and pulled his hair. The sun in her face and on her exposed breasts felt amazing, nearly as good as the sweet words, soft hands and skillful lips of the wonderful man offering himself and his life to her.

“Mmm, Jimin.”

The words, hot body and sensual movements of his girlfriend were a huge turn-on for him too. His hands on her ass pushed a little harder, and his tongue ventured a little deeper inside her. Her feet sank further into the sand with every second that passed, pulling the towel down with them, and the vagina pressed harder onto Jimin's lips.

Jimin's heart was melting. He felt incredibly lucky to get to be with a woman like Song. It was magical, sensational, erotic and romantic all at once, part of the reason why the sex about to take place became his most memorable sexual experience of all time.

Song suddenly stiffened. Her abrupt reaction to his tongue and lips pleasuring her clit took Jimin by surprise.

“Ahh, fuck, Jimin!” she suddenly exclaimed and pulled his hair harder. ”Yeah, that's the spot. Oh, Jimin, I love you too!”

Jimin couldn't help but smile wide.

From here on you step into Song's shoes. The rest of the story is written as if you're Song Da-eun, Jimin's long-term girlfriend.

Since that day when he surprised Song you with the trip Jimin had been acting differently. Something changed in him. He’d been full of lust and love, routinely breaking the routine that you had both fallen into over the past year.

Here, at the beach, his caring actions were perhaps a result of the exotic location, or the scary and sad reality that he'd be off to the military soon. But even at home every single move he made felt drenched in love and desire. It was as if he’d fallen in love with you all over again, and you couldn’t figure out why or what had caused the change in him.

In truth, Jimin had been waiting for the right moment for quite a long time. And he knew from the day that he surprised you with the trip and how happy and excited you were when you said yes, that today was the day that he would pop the question.

When his tongue pleasured your clit and your body couldn't hold it together any longer, you suddenly lowered your head and let your knees give in. Jimin reacted to the shift by leaning backwards and putting a hand on the towel behind him, to keep his upper body raised.

With the other, he felt the side of your breast before he took your hand and pulled you closer. His bent leg stretched out onto the sand behind you when you lowered yourself onto his lap.

He placed his arm around you and pushed on your spine, pulling his chest up close to yours. You squeezed his hips with your knees, as you sat down on his thighs and engulfed the man in warm flesh.

Your eyes met, and you smiled into each other's souls.

“You're the most beautiful person I've ever met,” Jimin said. You felt his breath on your face as he spoke, and could almost taste the salt on on his lips. “So gorgeous it makes my heart hurt.”

“Oh Jimin,” you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Keep talking.”

He glanced striaght ahead at your chest, and caressed your back and shoulders with his hands. Then the smile on his face suddenly went away.

“I know how stressed you’ve been. I hope you find a job you’re passionate about some day. Even when I'm physically away, I’ll be there by your side every step of the way. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” you said and smiled.

“I mean it. I want you to be my forever lover.”

The comment made you giggle. Forever lover. But then your smile faded, as Jimin’s words sunk in. The army was a long time, but it was only temporary. Your future and the career you wanted was uncertain, but Jimin was not. You loved the man with all your heart, and he loved you. You’d be his forever if he asked you to.

When you didn’t respond Jimin kissed your lips, and you started to rock your bodies slowly back and forth. Wrapped in each others arms, you kissed and touched and moved as one, your legs still weak and his hard cock squeezed between you.

Jimin soon found your breasts again, and massaged them gently. He kissed them softly and moaned occasionally.

“Mmm, I feel so connected to you,” he said. ”Touching you is intoxicating. Damn, you turn me on.”

You held on tighter around him, and planted your lips on his forehead. “Mmm, yeah,” you moaned and started moving your hips in longer strokes.

Your face slid to the side, your cheek brushing against his. You kissed his ear while his face became buried in your neck, and your breasts pressed hard against his flexing chest.

His hands soon moved down to your ass. He bent his knees to the side in the sand and folded his feet beneath you to keep a steady position, while he panted softly by your side.

“You smell so good,” he said and took a deep breath. “So intoxicating. So wonderful. You make me feel incredible.”

You smiled at his exaggerated sweet words and pulled your head back to meet his eyes again. “I want you to fuck me,” you said softly. “I want you inside me. All of you. Your cock, your words, your love.”

Jimin’s body stiffened as his muscles tensed around you. His hands on your skin instantly became rougher, more passionate, and his small movements abrupt and even more filled with lust and desire than they already were.

He reached down between you. “Ahh, babe, fuck you turn me on,” he panted.

You leaned back to give him more space and raised your ass slightly. “Mmm, Jimin, I'm so wet for you. I love you and want you more than anything.”

You felt his dick around your pussy, and the head as it found home. “Mmm, babe, I love you so much,” he moaned when it slid inside and you lowered yourself onto his shaft. “I wanna feel every bit of you.”

“Ahhh,” you gasped when the dick stretched you. You squeezed your arm tight around his neck and briefly raised your ass again to control the penetration.

The head clung on to your lips, the shaft bridging your bodies and connecting your souls the way only sex can. You held on to his waist to support your weight, then gently lowered yourself back onto his length.

The head stretched your lips wider, and the gap between you slowly closed. The bridge disappeared inside you, as your pussy swallowed Jimin's manhood whole and your souls became as one.

“Ahh, fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

“Mm, babe, I'm so hard for you. I love how wet you are for me.”

Your body started shivering. “You make me weak,” you said. “But your cock feels so amazing. It makes me relaxed, and hungry, and thirsty for more.”

“Mmm, you make me stronger,” Jimin said and took a firm grip around your waist. He pushed the dick deeper inside you. “Your body makes me invincible, like nothing else matters but the love I feel for you. I can do anything when I'm inside you.”

This kind of sweet, loving dirty talk was almost too much, but it had always been your thing. Jimin was a romantic. Today, however, even his words hit differently.

His hands hardened. He pushed and pulled your hips, causing your ass to jump and vagina to glide up and down the shaft.

“Fuck, yeah, Jimin,” you moaned as his strong hands rocked your body. ”I can feel your strength inside me.”

Jimin started sliding his own ass back and forth on the towel, pushing himself deeper into you at an ever increasing pace. “Ahh, yeah, you make my cock so powerful.”

The power made you whimper, your voice soft and squeaky. “Ah, yeah, Jimin, ah, ah.”

You suddenly leaned forward in his arms, and put the weight of your chin on his shoulder. Your thighs and knees by his side tensed, as you felt the power fill you up.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter. He rocked his body faster and faster, and pushed and pulled you harder, rubbing his cock against your clit. The sex and sweet talking put you in an emotional state you'd never experienced before.

“Mmm, Jimin, Jimin, you're so powerful. I’ll be your forever lover.”

Jimin suddenly raised his head but didn’t stop the powerful movements. He placed his mouth on yours and grimaced, then looked into your eyes and asked: “Will you marry me? Be mine forever?”

“Ah, ah,” you kept moaning, but then kissed his lips and smiled. “Yes. Yes! I'll marry you Jimin. I’ll be yours forever.”

Jimin’s face lit up, and you could feel something change inside him. He had indeed been waiting for this moment for a long a time, and now that he had finally asked the question he felt relieved.

The power inside him never went away though. Your answer only made him stronger.

“Ah, ah, babe,” he moaned, and his face returned to your side. “You make me so happy. Fuck, I love you so much!”

You arched your back to press your groin harder against his pelvis, and rocked your hips faster. “Fuck. Yeah. Never. Stop.” you screamed as you bounced on his cock. “Give it to me forever baby!”

Jimin unfolded his legs and stretched them slightly, but kept the bent against your back. He grimaced and pressed on your shoulder blades, sliding his ass back and forth on the towel with increasingly passionate and large movemements. “Aahh, ahh, so intoxicating.”

“Ah, ah, so hard and strong.”

“Fuuuck, yeah, marry me!”

“Mmm, I love you so much Jimin! Yes, Yes, Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes! Yes! Ohhh, Jimin!”

“Ah, ah, ahh, ahhh!”

“Ohh, Jimin, yeees!”

“Mm, fuck, baaabe!”

“Jimin!”

“Babe!”

“Jimin!”

“AAARGH!”

Your screams and Jimin’s groans carried over the ocean and disappeared into the gentle waves. When his power exploded inside you, your body felt weaker than ever.

He'd made you come. A great sensation beamed out from his shaft inside you, to every fiber in your shaking body. “Ah, AHH!” you kept screaming by his ear. “Fuuuck, yeah, fill me up with your power! Ahhh, Jimin, JIMIIIIIN!”

“Ahhh, fuuuck, arrghhh!” he groaned again, from the depths of his throat as he shot a second load inside you.

Your knees suddenly pressed hard against his hips as your body jolted. Your previously weak thighs stiffened, and every muscle in your body activated. The orgasm you experienced was amazing and strong, and the power Jimin gave you was unrivaled.

Jimin panted heavily. His skin was red and face flustered. Your bodies truly felt as one, when your orgasms settled and you finally collapsed into each other's arms.

The physical power between your legs was gone, but the power of love felt stronger than ever before. Jimin made you feel invincible, just the way you made him feel too.

When the exhaustion settled, and you regained the strength to look into each other's eyes, your souls were truly connected. Jimin’s length was still inside you, bridging the physical gap between your bodies.

It was the power of sex, the power of love, and the power you shared between you that made this day so special. The question had been asked at the perfect time, and the stress you felt back home no longer felt important. With Jimin in your life – your forever lover who gave you strength – nothing could hold you back.

“I love you so much,” you said and smiled, arms still wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders.

“I love you too,” he echoed, caressed your hot skin and gave you a kiss on the lips.

You couldn't wait to marry the man. Song Da-eun was a lucky woman, and this was the best holiday she'd ever had.

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[spideyanakin]

Hiiiii its me again 🤭

I keep rereading the part where reader tells sirius their son name. Sirius smiles and it got me thinking of them being kids choosing names for their future kids. Like they are looking over the stars and they like the name Perseus Sirius Black. Oh the agsnt and tears 😩

THE WAY THIS ASK HAS A CHOCK-HOLD ON ME!!!

Thank you darling for those gorgeous requests 🩵

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, you watch the stars with sirius

warnings - mention of extremely minor character death lmao

The grass was high this year, enough to reach your knees when you walked and engulf you whole as you laid in it.

You weren’t sure if it was a deliberate choice from your parents, or if it was because the muggle gardener had been eaten by those magical plants your mother had asked to be planted last autumn.

Sirius was sure it was the latter, because gardeners, especially wizard ones were hard to find these days: he didn’t know if it was true, that’s just what he heard his parents say anyways.

"Well, you don’t have a garden, do you?" You had mumbled as your gaze lifted up to the night sky, pushing some rogue grass blade away so you could get a better view of Sirius lying by your side.

"No," he sighed, "but Kreature keeps the rooftop and balconies nice. I think my father is growing a mandrake up there, not sure why, but Kreature keeps complaining." The sudden thought of the Black household elf repotting a mandrake was making you laugh, and Sirius joined in your giggles, adding wood to the fire, "he keeps muttering insults every time the thing grows! My father says he is the only one who should do it because house elves are immune to their screams or something.”

"Poor Kreature," you giggled.

"Hm," Sirius didn’t seem convinced by the use of the word poor to describe his house elf. Although he did everything his parents didn’t wish to do, he was almost treated like a third child by his mother. Which meant that Kreature heard all her gossiping and complaining when she talked about him, and the elf did not hesitate to voice the same views on Sirius’s chaotic antics whenever the two of them dared to cross paths.

It also meant, the elf didn’t care as much for Sirius as he did for his brother, and saw great pleasure in sabotaging him. He saw it in the little things, like adding extra salt into Sirius’s plate, or folding one of his shirts not yet dry, or not quite ironed perfectly like his mother liked.

Imagine Walburga’s face when Sirius arrived at dinner with wrinkles on his shirt, and of course, he was obviously the cause of it because, this shirt had just been freshly ironed, or was it?

"You know how to read the stars, do you not?" Your soft voice broke his reminiscing, and he found himself looking at you, adoration filling his bright eyes.

"I do!" He smiled brightly, and you found yourself blushing at his enthusiasm.

"Will you teach me? I need to know them if we are to be married, do I not?"

"I guess so," his smile turned shy as you scooted closer to him, heads lying barely inches apart.

From so close you could see the clouds in his beautiful grey eyes, and the faint freckles from the freshly arrived summer sun that kissed his nose. His hair smelled nice, you noticed. Like fresh jasmine and eucalyptus.

After seconds that felt like minutes of staring, his gaze broke with yours and climbed up to the sky, his hand pointing towards his star, Sirius, as if on instinct.

"You see that bright one. That’s mine."

"The really bright one amidst the two little ones?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed happily, "and with these, it’s the Canis Major constellation." You nodded with a smile as you spotted all the stars he was pointing too. He pointed further down the sky, "now look up, straight from my star, you see these three little stars that align?"

"Yeah."

"That’s Orion’s Belt, and the few stars around it creates the full constellation. You can see his bow right there."

He watched you struggle to spot it, brows furrowing as you attempted to find the shapes in the stars.

"Here," Sirius scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his to point at the stars, skin burning where he was touching you. "These little ones are the bow, and this one is his head."

"Oh, I see it! This is the one your father is named after?"

"Yes," he smiled brightly at the proud sparks in your eyes. "Now if you go up right there, directly from my star, there is Regulus."

"The bright one?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Reg’s the star leading to one of the paws, you can easily see the lion shape."

"Oh! I do see it!"

"You’re doing amazing, took me hours to find it the first time."

"Thank you, but you are the one who is a great teacher,” you blushed.

"What else do you want to know?"

There was a quiet silence, almost shy before you looked back to his stormy eyes, shining in the moonlight.

"What will we name our children?" your voice was quiet.

Sirius’s eyes widened, his heart racing to his ear as he watched the shy smile on your features. Suddenly, a large grin rose upon his lips, and he managed to keep his own blush at bay.

"Well, do you have any star names that you like?"

"I asked you first! Do not cheat!" You awkwardly giggled. "Do not tell me you have not thought about it."

“I have," he smiled, and your gaze lingered for a second more before his signature grin took over again and he stared back at the stars. "I always loved the name Rigel, but I hate the fact that it’s Orion’s foot." That got a new laugh out of you.

"I agree, it is a no for Rigel then."

"My mother loves Cassiopeia," he shook his head, a scowl forming on his features. "That's what she would have named us if either Regulus or I had been a girl," you watched him think, "but her story is ghastly."

"I remember reading about her." Your tone spoke for itself.

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "I like Ara better for a girl."

"Ara,” you smiled, "that is beautiful, Sirius."

"I know right?" He mirrored your smile as the two of you locked gazes again. "Brought victory and luck to the gods, a name meant for someone great."

"I love it."

You don’t know how long you spent, staring at each other, grinning with smiles full of love and admiration for the life you were yet to live. A life where Sirius had been gifted to you.

You let yourself imagine what Ara would look like. Dark curls, with his fine nose, and if you were lucky, she would have his stormy eyes that you could spend hours diving into.

You whispered into the silence, "and for a boy? If not Rigel."

"My parents would love Arcturus, after my grandfather, but I hate it."

"I hate it too," you scrunched your nose. "No offense to your grandfather, bless his soul, or to your brother."

"None taken, my brother despises the name more than anyone."

"What do you have in mind then?"

He smiled so brightly it gave your head a spin. Your stomach fluttered at the look in his eyes, he lifted his upper body from his place in the grass and rested on his elbows.

"Do you see these few stars, the ones that look like a w," he pointed somewhere in the sky, you rose too, leaning against him, but you couldn't seem to find it.

"Here," he took your arm again, black curls brushing against your cheek as he gently took your hand. "These ones."

"Yes," you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks at the closeness of it all.

"That is Cassiopea, look right underneath it, right above the skyline. That long line of stars, with the one in the middle."

"Yes, I see it."

Your breath caught in your throat when he leaned even closer, almost whispering as he explained, "That is Perseus. Hero of the sky. He saved Andromeda, did things no one thought possible."

All words died in the back of your throat as the two of you stayed, watching the constellation without making a move to change position. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest and you feared he could hear it.

Finally, you felt him smile. You looked to the side to see him already looking at you. He pressed an awkward kiss to your forehead before coming back to lay on his back.

"Perseus Sirius Black, it sounds nice," you smiled as you followed his movements to lay by his side.

"As beautiful as Ara Y/n Black," you smiled at the name falling from his lips. "Goes well together don't they?" He noticed, "Ara and Perseus Black."

"Yeah."

"Cannot wait to meet them."

[autumnslance]

Dawntrail OST - Dawntrail Official Lyrics

(The music file is just slightly too big for Tumblr, so here's a video I found with correct lyrics. Any transcript errors below are mine)

Music: Masayoshi Soken Arrangement: Masayoshi Soken, THE PRIMALS Lyrics: Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox, Kathryn Cwynar Lyric Concept & Translation: Natsuko Ishikawa Vocals: Michael-Christopher Koji-Fox Additional Vocals: Amanda Achen Solo Violin: Yuma Ito

-

Time, no more once upon a time Take flight. Find your wings and spread them wide

It's time for the journey of our lives

From the ashes we're reborn Unto the heavens we ride Fighting through the storm Leaving our shadows far behind

Having walked right to the end With one more trial we are faced Turn back, transcend Only we decide our fates

Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? No more runnin'

Tight! Seize the day and hold on tight The sun is risin' Life, take it slow and take a bite One day at a time

(Unwind your heart and find your worries'll disappear) (Here ev'ry trail is paved with hope) (Tonight the stars align, our fortunes, are crystal clear) Tonight the stars are crystal clear, they are. (Now turn the page to tales untold) All tomorrow's twists and turns - tales to see unfold with each step we take

Just imagine what's around the bend (maybe) (Magic or mischief? Gods forfend!) Endless marvels, myst'ries, newfound friends (Wilder than wildest dreams portend) Tender hearts or sorrow's skies to mend (oh oh) (Fill them with golden tones instead) Steady forward, there's so much to see (for you and me) (Together you and me)

Discover anew, the rainbow in you And color the night in laughter and li-ight The path that we take is ours to create Oh, running in stride, we can find our way Yeah we can. Let's go!

On this trail but we can't see the end (Until we close our eyes so)

Tight! Seize the day and hold on tight The sun is risin' Life, take it slow and take a bite One day at a time

Our time to shine Join in the salt wind's choir as we wander with the tide Come enjoy the ride Hold your head up high

High, on the dawn we set our sights A new horizon Fly, ever forward, starry-eyed To an open sky

[stromuprisahat]

Regarding Nikolai. it’s insane how the author and the fandom close their eyes and baby him. When he SA Alina, pushed her in a carriage so she could react, and then immediately gaslit her to think out was okay. He’s the one who actually used her and manipulated her to and succeed in getting the Ravkan crown. but the worst crime he has is the one where right after Genya tells him his father* and king is a rapist…..Nikolai rewarded the king. Nikolai covered up the king’s crime, made sure he received no trial at all, that no girls received justice, and to rub salt in the wound he gave the King a full expense paid retirement vacation with a “life full of luxury….safety” and even let the king choose where he would retire..oh sorry…LB calls it “exile.” So the King who never wanted to rule the nation, only wanted a life of luxury and attacking girls…gets a life of luxury far far away where he has no care or worry and he is free to attack any and all servants I’ve had in his luxury retirement. Leigh Bardugo should have re-read chapter 11 of ruin and rising. Rich white savior born with a silver spoon that manipulates, SA, and uses Alina go get in power let’s his father figure who literally SA’d genya and other girls go free and rewarded.

*father figure - publicly his father privately not really the bio dad And I call BS on the R&R proclamation that Nikolai didn’t know the king was a rapist. Nikolai was raised in the same halls, if the king’s reputation was so well known like LB keeps claiming it was in RoW then Nikolai would 100% know about it before he left for the military.

I have a problem with understanding Nikolai's actions.

It's caused by his moral alignment.

I simply cannot grasp how can someone put rules, established by other humans- therefore possibly faulty-, above preventing possible injustice. (Yes, I'm true neutral.) How can "a good" person be stopped by immaterial concept? If he believed there's some higher power, eventually judging all human actions, but he's an atheist!

What makes it more complicated, is his seeming moral flexibility. I'm not even halfway through Siege and Storm, and he doesn't seem bothered by lying, stealing, manipulation... is a piece of paper truly such a difference? Nobody wrote down rules about particular situations, so he can do whatever he pleases?

A bit of a hypocrite, isn't he?

... As he was helping me back into the coach, he slipped his arm around my waist. “Please don’t punch me,” he whispered. Then he yanked me hard against his chest and pressed his lips to mine. The crowd exploded into wild cheers, their voices crashing over us in an exultant roar. Before I could even react, Nikolai shoved me into the shadowy interior of the coach and slipped in after. He slammed the door behind him ... I turned on Nikolai and kicked him hard in the shin. He yelped, but that wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. I kicked him again. “Feel better?” he asked. “Next time you try something like that, I won’t kick you,” I said angrily. “I’ll cut you in half.” He brushed a speck of lint from his trousers. “Not sure that would be wise. I’m afraid the people rather frown on regicide.” “You’re not king yet, Sobachka,” I said sharply. “So don’t tempt me.” “I don’t see why you’re upset. The crowd loved it.” “I didn’t love it.” He raised a brow. “You didn’t hate it.” I kicked him again. This time his hand snaked out like a flash and captured my ankle. If it had been winter, I would have been wearing boots, but I was in summer slippers and his fingers closed over my bare leg. My cheeks blazed red. “Promise not to kick me again, and I’ll promise not to kiss you again,” he said. “I only kicked you because you kissed me!” I tried to pull my leg back, but he kept a hard grip. “Promise,” he said. “All right,” I bit out. “I promise.” “Then we have a deal.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 11

This isn't gaslighting. It's another kind of manipulation, if anything. He's playing it down, but in his case I'd say it isn't caused by some malevolent intentions, but different view on the matter. He's playing a part. While he isn't repulsed by the idea of kissing Alina, he didn't do it for his personal enjoyment, but to cement their union in eyes of the people.

Alina, on the other hand, doesn't intend to become anything more than her own private person. She views the kiss only as a transgression against her.

Nikolai is a people-pleaser, who obviously displeased Alina. While he might be manipulating Alina so he doesn't have to deal with her anger, it might also be an attempt to make it better. Children often do this. I did a bad thing, but if we both agree it wasn't SO bad, it will get better.

His swift reaction outside the carriage was about preventing Alina to ruin the image he just painted. It's not hard to figure out she's quick to anger and much slower to think. He already tried to introduce her to the concept of being a public person. When pure theory fails, apply more practical approach?

This is another example of Nikolai "The Diet Darkling" Lantsov in action. Collar Alina to take over her world-changing abilities to end wars is absolutely despicable, while mere kiss to use her status of Living Saint for run on position of power's possible to overlook, because Nikolai's motivations are noble. I guess that's the difference between Royalty reaching for the Crown and serf reaching for the chance to live.

The rape confrontation feels weak and unsatisfying, thanks to NIkolai's lack of spine, or fixation on Ravkan law, depending on your POV. Apparently he acted according to their legal system. I have a half-written post on this, but since we're on the topic, I agree it's one on those examples, when law guarantees neither justice, nor prevention of future crimes, so instead of cheering for Nikolai's fairness, we're left upset with his decision.

“You will write the letter, and tomorrow you will leave on the Kingfisher. It will take you to Os Kervo, where you’ll be seen safely aboard the Volkvolny and across the True Sea. You can go someplace warm, maybe the Southern Colonies.” “The Colonies?” the Queen gasped. “You will have every luxury. You will be far from the fighting and the reach of the Darkling. You will be safe.”

Ruin and Rising- Chapter 7

Sure, it's exile, loss of power and prestige... but how is luxury a punishment? How is relocation to a peaceful place instead of constantly warring Ravka a punishment? And most importantly- how does it prevent the rapist from raping more servants? Or other helpless, young destitutes?

It's like sending a serial killer on a paid vacation, weapons of choice included.

[metallicaislife]

Let Me Take Care of You

A/N: This works for any era James but this right here is what I was picturing 😍

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni and fluff(mostly fluff tbh)

Word Count: 788

Warnings: p in v sex, m x f pairing, not overly explicit- a sweet love scene hehe

I waited at the hotel while Metallica put on their show tonight. Usually I attend every show possible to support my boyfriend, James, but I’ve noticed this tour he’s been more stiff and sore so I wanted to prepare something special. 

It was late when James sauntered in. I was sitting on the couch reading. He wordlessly walked over and plopped down next to me. He kissed me slowly then pulled away letting his head fall back against the couch.

“Hey, babe. How was the show?” I asked, situating myself to face him. Placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing softly. 

“It was great. I feel like hell though.” He replied. 

“I have a surprise for you.” I said. He peeled his eyes open and tilted his head to look at me. 

“Yeah?” He said as his hand came to rest on my thigh. 

“Yup! Strip to your boxers and lay on the bed face down.” I instructed. James smiled lazily and followed my instructions. As he laid I lit a eucalyptus scented candle. I grabbed some lotion then went to the bed. I climbed on and sat on his butt. I got some lotion on my hands rubbing it in a little then started to work my magic. James groaned as I worked my hands over his stiff muscles. 

“Oh my god, you’re an angel.” He mumbled, I smiled. 

“You always take such good care of me, it’s my turn to take care of you.” I said.

He winced as I began working on a knot in his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” I said but continued until the knot was gone. I was so happy to feel him melt under my touch. I thought he had fallen asleep, but I was wrong. He shifted beneath me turning onto his back. I squealed and fell forward bracing my arms on the bed around him. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. 

“What are you doing? I wasn’t done.” I said, searching his eyes. He had a soft smile on his lips. 

“I already feel so much better, love. Now I want to show my thanks.” He murmured and began leaving soft kisses over my face. Our lips met in a slow passionate kiss. He sat me up to remove my tank top, laid me back down and tenderly kissed the swells of my breasts. He moved down and took my pajama shorts off. He stared at my glistening cunt for a moment. 

“So beautiful, and all mine.” He said. 

James spread my legs and aligned himself with me, slowly pushing in. He leaned down, I wrapped my legs around his hips. Our lips met as he found a slow and sensual pace. My hands dug into his back. 

We don’t make love like this often, it’s usually fast and fun, but when we slow down and really show our love for one another it makes me melt. 

I came first, James soon after. We kissed a little while longer as he stayed sheathed inside me. He stared at me lovingly, tracing the contours of my face as I dragged my fingers lightly across his back. 

“I also got stuff for a bath.” I said grinning up at him. His blue eyes nearly disappeared as he smiled. 

“Let’s go then.” He kissed me once more before removing himself from my embrace. 

We walked into the bathroom and I turned the tub on adding some soothing Epsom salt and essential oils. 

James got in leaning against the back of the tub, I got in situating myself in front of him. He moved my hair and began nibbling on my shoulder. I giggled and leaned back against him. 

“What do you want to do when you get off tour?” I asked tracing his arms that circled around my waist. 

“See absolutely nobody but you for at least 2 weeks.” He said nuzzling my head. 

“That sounds nice.” I grinned. We took turns washing each other before getting out to dry off. He put on a pair of boxers and I stole one of his shirts. We crawled into bed. He laid on his back and I at his side, he pulled me in so I could rest my head on his chest.

“I love you.” James said, tracing soft shapes onto my back.

“I love you.” I said back to him. 

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, my love.” He said and kissed my forehead. 

“It’s a mutual effort of taking care of each other.” I replied and kissed his chest. He hummed in agreement. We drifted off together in the arms of the person we loved the most.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[mincedpeaches]

Finally, FINALLY sat down and watched the rid2015 episodes where Blurr shows up and my god I forgot how much I dislike rid2015. Dislike so strong its boarding on hate. And I only watched like a season and a half before I'd stopped. I've always thought to myself I should go back and finish it someday (which is why I held off on the Blurr episodes for so long thinking I would catch up on the show and get to them in watching order). But I don't think I can. I just watched the Blurr episodes only and I could just barely stand it. God as my witness I really don't think I could manage watching the rest of the show. I made it through ENERGON once. And yet.

[abby-the-druid]

Covenant

Ah haha so I watched Nosferatu, and I have been obsessed. I am now writing a SasuSaku oneshot based off of the premise. This one shot has developed (in about 2 days time) to a 5,500 word fic with another 12 scenes planned but not fleshed out. That said, here's a lil preview because I need someone else to maybe obsess with me.

Covenant

“You ask after him.”

Her dream self looked up to him from the ocean, the sky colored like a bruised peach, oranges and soft pinks reflecting in the calm waves. She was sitting on the sand, the waves kissed her toes, her heavy dress drenched in salt water. She thought that she should be cold, soaking as she was, but she felt nothing but warmth.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

She watched as she trailed her finger in the sand, drawing lazy lines, the grains rough but comforting against her skin and she sighed.

“Must we discuss it?”

She could see, in her peripheral vision, as his pitch eyes flashed red, and she pursed her mouth.

“He is my husband.”

“I am your husband.”

“But you do not exist.”

He was beside her in an instant, towering over her from her position on the ground. He was seething, nostrils flaring, eyes blood red and narrowed. He knelt beside her, sinewy body menacing even with its seeming frailty, and he leaned into her, until his nose brushed her temple, and he hissed.

“Are you so naïve to think such idiotic thoughts?” His breath was cold against her wet hair, and a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. “We made an oath, a covenant. You vowed yourself to me, and only me.”

“You who exists only in my head, only in these nightmares. What meaning does a vow have if it was meant for one who is not real?”

He scoffed, harsh and guttural. “I have been away from you for too long.”

“You cannot be away from something that does not exist.”

“Heed me, wife, I am coming to you, to take you back. To remind you who you belong to.”

“Pray, monster, how will you remind me?” her green eyes were wide as she looked up at him, heat dripping between her legs at the intensity behind his eyes. “Show me, so that I may be prepared for you.”

He growled, low in his throat, an animalistic noise that made every hair on her body stand on end. He dove at her, then, knocking her back into the sand, hands furiously ripping at her dress until she was left bare before him. Her nipples hardened in the ocean breeze; breath caught in her lungs as he pulled himself from his trousers.

Heat pulsated between her thighs, and before he had a chance to nudge her knees apart, she was spreading herself for him, whimpering and nearly begging for him to remind her.

A wicked smile stole across his face, regal features twisting into something almost grotesque though it only made her heart race harder. He aligned with her slick opening, and plunged into her, filling, filling, filling her until she could take no more, and even then, he pushed.

He pulled out of her slowly, and in his absence, she felt a sense of loss, mind muddled and breath hitching, she barely registered he was speaking.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” it was breathy, threadbare, and floating.

“Tell me that you are mine.”

“I am yours.” She said automatically, soul echoing the words.

“Tell me,” he pressed into her again and she gasped, walls already fluttering around him, and she felt almost ashamed at her body’s eagerness. “Tell me that you remember me.”

“I remember you.”

“Tell me,” he growled, grinding his hips into her, leaning down into her and nipping at the jagged four pointed birthmark adorning her breast, “tell me when the time comes, you will let me in.”

“I will let you in.”

His lips pulled back into that sickening smile, and for the first time since finding herself on the beach, she noticed how glitteringly sharp his teeth were. She wanted to ask, she always wanted to ask him things when he was in a talkative mood, but the way his cock filled her had her body seizing in pleasure, and as it cascaded over her, crashing and crushing her as if she were in the riptide, he licked at her birthmark again,

and bit down with a disastrous crunch.

Her scream blended into the moan that accompanied her orgasm, a harsh mix of throbbing pain and breathtaking pleasure that left her mind reeling. He was latched onto her, greedily sucking as bright, carmine blood seeped from the corners of his lips and trailed down the edge of her sternum before pooling into her navel. She felt the shards of her ribcage catch against his teeth, and she wanted to cry, but he was still rocking into her, in time with the gluttonous slurps that accompanied his noisy swallows, and she found she could do nothing but lie there, eyes rolling back into her head as he fed on her and fucked her until her limbs grew heavy and her eyelids closed.

“Sakura.”

Something jostled her, but a soft moan was her only response.

“Sakura, open your eyes.” 

She felt her lids flutter, sight coalescing for a moment to finally see his features clearly. Long sooty lashes, irises black but tinged in red, aristocratic nose, regal cheek bones, and thin lips coated in dripping crimson. Her heart fluttered and she felt her throat gurgle.

“Tell me again.”

.

.

.

“I am yours.”

[raayllum]

25. a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

I have two pieces of advice basically that loop back into each other honestly.

Don't ultimately care about what anyone else says or thinks

Not caring about or trying to manage what other people think of you or your thoughts ≠ being rude or disrespectful, that doesn't mean it never happen - tone and frustration are absolutely real and I express the latter occasionally,

Other people are gonna ship things you don't or ship the same thing but in a way you don't like or just have opinions that are coming from a fundamentally different perspective or reading of the text and... none of it really matters. You don't have to conform to popular fandom if it doesn't fit what you think (that's basically been me in every fandom But TDP, so it's quite refreshing, and even then I very much felt like a lil island in the immediate s4 aftermath), you can ship whatever you want and so can anyone else. I think the most important thing with this is being self aware, though... like yeah I could hypothetically get annoyed over characters in TDP being childish, but coming-of-age stories are about kids and maturation, so like. I can vent in the proper tags but it may just mean the show isn't ultimately for me, y'know? Or at least that it's something I gotta learn to live with if I wanna engage with the show in a way that balances the salt and the sweetness

Additionally, one of the side effects I've found of being '''popular''' within TDP fandom is that my opinion will be taken as gospel or made out to be more than what it is, which is just my subjective opinion / interpretations, the same as anyone else's. Obviously I think my opinions are Right / grounded in the text (as do many people about their own opinions, whether they align with mine or not), but that doesn't mean everyone else is wrong, like... it's a children's cartoon show, if you're getting regularly butt hurt about what other people think or if they do or don't agree with you or whether ur ideas are popular or not you're not gonna have a good time, and fandom is a hobby. It's supposed to be a good time

Avoid taking things personally at all costs

In a similar vein to "don't care what anyone else thinks/says" that goes double for what they think or say about you / what you think. For me this means that unless I get 1) name dropped or 2) something that is so specific me it couldn't apply to someone else, I assume it's not about me. "Rayllum shippers / stans are so annoying"? Not about me and even if I am annoying - isn't everyone sometimes? Being annoying isn't a death sentence lol. "I hope the fandom takes this well"? Not about me. "People who defend S4 just can't admit TDP has flaws"? Not about me. "Snake boi Callum content is so dumb" is about a tag categorization I started for Callum's characterization, but has since more than taken on a life on its own... and isn't about me.

And even when it is personal, it says a lot more about what frustrates the OP or what they're trying to potentially wrangle than it does about me. Like someone disagrees with me or thinks I'm dumb, specifically? Okay, I know I've thought that about people on occasion, I try not to post it or make it obvious, but I can't control what you do. There were a couple of ZK bnf I thought were horrendously bad at meta that I knew by name bc they were everywhere, and it just meant forming my own atla communities/tags and/or stepping away from the fandom.

On a similar note, I'm still gonna keep doing my thing and I encourage people to block me and/or blacklist tags I use if they don't wanna see my stuff. I know how annoying it can be in fandom to feel like you still see stuff you don't want to if it's everywhere, which is also why I don't put all my stuff in the main tags either, but I'm not going to Stop Posting unless I... want to, which won't be happening.

I guess this all basically amounts to:

Focus on finding your people in fandom, cause they are out there

If you find yourself being annoyed by the fandom every day, or find yourself feeling like you have to rebut every little thing that annoys you (for ex, people saying they don't like Rayllum doesn't bother me, that's a neutral opinion. Ppl saying they shouldn't be in the show feels like more of a theme misread, however) work on stepping away and letting things go

Cultivate being fucking weird and unabashedly enthusiastic with self awareness. If you love a ship or headcanon or plot point that's fucking out there or clearly not happening, fucking go for it! Make or enjoy all the stuff for it you want. That said, maintaining awareness that the story doesn't need to go there in order to be good, or that there's not a lot of plausible grounding in canon, can be important especially if you want to connect with other fans.

Like CHET is my pet theory that has also been wildly fortunate enough to get a life of its own in the TDP / Rayllum fandom(s). I've been prepared to drop it three times. I think more than ever that's where the story is going in S7, and that there's a lot of continued setup for it / Something Like It, but I could be dead wrong, and I'm sure I will love if not prefer whatever route S7 would take instead. I love it, and I have a certain amount of attachment, but the story doesn't owe it to me, similarly to how I'm not owed in fandom to have people Like what I make or make what I like

Like respect should be given for sure unless I make a routine ass of myself, but again, I've been very fortunate that some stuff has caught on as much as it has because it clicked with other people who were already thinking the same thing, or found xyz idea made a lot of sense. And that's really nice! I think it's those things that help build a community. But in fandom you kind of have to be willing to be an Island first, and then if you get stuck being an island permanently, it may be worth reflecting on why sometimes — whether it's because of aggression, shyness, preference, or no real reason except your people haven't shown up yet

[iamthepulta]

I read Saint Sebastian's Abyss last night, some of it aloud to my friends, and it was an excellent read. Would recommend to literally anyone in academia or people interested in old deranged men.

Mercury/cocoliztli research update under the cut.

Summary of cocoliztli for the uninitiated:

Cocoliztli is the name given to a list of fatal symptoms that pop up during Spanish Colonization. These are typically described as epidemics, the most notable being 1545, 1576, 1636, and 1813. 1545 and 1576 were the most deadly and well-recorded, centered in Mexico and starting in Mexico City. The symptoms include, but are not limited to, fever, bleeding from the eyes, nose, and mucose membranes; interior hemorrhaging, heart palpitations, jaundice, little to no urination, mental and muscular deterioration, and death within 3-4 days. Over the years, almost everything has been used to explain the epidemics, including but not being limited to, smallpox, yellow fever, malaria, typhus, bubonic plague, and salmonella. The current academic consensus of cocoliztli is a viral hemorrhagic fever, (think Ebola) although it poorly explains the transmission patterns, latent periods for the virus, and its sudden disappearance after 1813.

So I think cocoliztli might be heavy metal poisoning. This is an absolutely batshit insane idea but is consistent with the transmission (extensive range, but no record of human-to-human contact), the indigenous population suffered disproportionately and the Spanish took longer to get ill and mostly survived, and its sudden disappearance was due to the ongoing Mexican Revolution and subsequent development of the cyanide process for gold and silver rather than the mercury used before. TLDR.

My research is NOT peer reviewed though, and while I've done (extensive) due diligence, I still consider this nothing more than a fancy coincidink because I haven't been able to talk to anyone who knows enough about Spanish colonialism, toxicology, cocoa growth, and mercury processing to smack me upside the head. So. Grain of salt.

That said, at this point I've been meandering quite a bit and trying to branch out from Mexican history. I think the transmission was via cocoa bean since the Spanish drank less and processed it before drinking while the indigenous population drank it strong and often chewed the beans straight for the caffeine. However, I need to nail Guatemala since they were the earliest cocoa growers I can find, and I need to align the gold mining process to mercury production or gold production in 1545. The patio process (involving mercury for silver processing) was only developed in 1572, and it aligns perfectly for 1576. But everything falls apart if I can't prove 1545 caused the same damage the same way, but different process.

[talking out loud]

This initially led me to Peru. Peru has Potosi and Huancavelica. Potosi is a silver mine discovered in 1545. (Yes, the date is suspicious, but I don't know why yet. The 'discovery' is just talked about vaguely from a guy wandering up the mountain. I suspect it has a lot to do with. You know. People keeling the fuck over that year.) The Huancavelica mercury mine was known pre-colonization, but extraction was minimal.

It's hard to describe my research takeaways from Peru because my brain keeps getting hung up on how fucking evil the Spanish Empire was. The cruelty to the Inca of Potosi and Huancavelica is... immeasurable, because it wasn't just the cruelty of slavery, it was the psychological cruelty of knowing the effects of inorganic mercury poisoning.

Inorganic Hg is typically what you inhale from vaporizing mercury or when you ingest poisoned food. If you're going to choose one of the two, vaporizing mercury is... better....? Because mercury within the lungs is absorbed into the blood slowly. However, you have coughing, tremors and nervous system deterioration while it slowly makes it to the brain. Ingested mercury is metabolized by the stomach into methyl mercury, which has one less electron (Hg+1). This means it can pass organic barriers into the bloodstream, where it's carried directly to internal organs, including the brain. Symptoms include soft tissue damage, internal bleeding, bleeding gums, loose teeth, bloodshot eyes, nervous system damage, paranoia, mental deterioration. Conscripts typically went to Huancavelica and Potosi and never returned home because the poisoning was so extensive they knew they would be dead within two years.

Methyl mercury poisoning (my theory), when eaten, is very similar to ingested mercury, except the plant has already oxidized the mercury for you. So instead of traveling to the stomach and over time being oxidized, methyl mercury is able to pass through the digestive system into the blood and soft organs immediately.

Inorganic mercury poisoning would've been well known by the Inca specifically at the point of the second cocoliztli epidemic in 1576. They would've called it by a very different name which the Mexicans likely wouldn't have had. And This is where my knowledge begins to fray at the edges. They would've recognized 'cocoliztli' as mercury poisoning symptoms, and likely what was the source of the poisoning. I don't know how extensive this knowledge was, and if their term, 'pest' is symbolic of the same thing. I have a feeling it is, but I simply don't know enough to claim that since secondary writers 1) do not care about making the distinction, 2) didn't name mercury poisoning; I'll have to go back to MM&E for this. 3) often translate the word without describing the actual symptoms so it takes more time for me to find the original source/context. 4) I don't know Spanish because I'm a pleb. T^T

Anyway, this said, Guatemala was the likely source of the original outbreak because they were the original cocoa producers. My learnings here: they did have a lot of mercury. The Maya used a lot of mercury as pigment. I'm not sure how much in comparison to the Inca and Aztecs. They had both native mercury and cinnabar sources, and those mines still seem to be in use today funding the illegal gold mining in Central and South America. The USGS source I found from 1957 didn't know, but that was also 1957. (There's also the sad knowledge this USGS bulletin was absolutely done for the CIA.)

In Acuna-Soto, the most damage from 1540-1550 in Mexico was done in Mexico City and the Yucatan Peninsula. The Yucatan Peninsula is suspect because there are no known mercury mines there on the peninsula itself. Were they growing cocoa on the peninsula? Are there gold mines there? Were the deaths just centered on the closest metropolis closest to the growing region? Either way: Guatemala was a growing region and there were absolutely mercury mines there, but that's not a connection.

Additionally, I stumbled on descriptions of an epidemic that killed most of the Mayan nobility in 1519. The descriptions are poor, but describe mental deterioration and bleeding symptoms that align with cocoliztli. Further research required into 1519 as well as 1545.

I also just found a book/paper picking apart the known descriptions of the last Incan ruler's death. (I don't actually believe this since the descriptions of his death align pretty well with syphilis or typhus. However, I don't like the timeline.)

So: Are there gold mines along the Yucatan? Does my hypothesis stand in light of 1545? How did the Spanish deal with the Maya? General summary of history and population decline.

I need further knowledge of gold mining in Peru pre-1550. I have a whole thesis I need to read on this, but I haven't made time to do it. There was cocoa grown in Peru as well, and I need to pinpoint those spots in comparison to this thesis.

(misc question nagging at me) What the actual fuck happened in 1545 for Potosi to be discovered? This date is too coincidental. Did all the explorers just book it out of the cities in fear of the 'epidemic'? I also don't like the possible reality that the indigenous nobility might have been indirectly (unintentionally) killed this way. It's not likely, but also isn't out of the question.

I also need to make a diagram summarizing symptoms of typhus, syphilis, and subsequent epidemic descriptions I've found.

[melishade]

As promised I've returned to deliver Arcee and Wheeljack :) especially in love with how Wheeljacks holoform turned out as I was going in a different direction originally but I like this way better :D

Here's all of them together :p

For Megs I wanted to give him this apathetic, blank stare and expression with a strong facial structure and a paleish olive complexion from his time in the mines.

OP got the Daniel Craig treatment with the blue piercing eyes. I wanted to make his eyes round and kind aswell, matching his light smile. I originally wanted to make him a ginger lol. The earings and split ear I added bc I just felt like it and the scar above his eyebrow is inspired by a friend of mine.

Even though her smile looks a bit cocky I wanted to give Arcee a very sharp, observant look. I chose pink with tiny blue specs for her eyes to resemble her Prime appearance and the scar is an acid wound from Airachnid.

For Wheeljack I wanted to go for a kind of Frankenstein vibe (okay now I'm thinking about Dinobots in AOP potential 👀) and wanted to emmulate his finials with the greying hair. I actually wanted to give him a lighter complexion and looser curls but while looking at different faces for inspiration I saw an older black guy with salt n pepper hair and ran with it lmao. Also what's your Interpretation age wise? I was feeling like Megs is 53, OP is 51, Arcee is 36 and Wheeljack is 54 in human years :v

I am so sorry this took so long to respond to but this! Looks! SO AMAZING!

I genuinely love the thought and care you put into each and every one of the holoform designs and how you took inspiration from their characteristics, voice actors, and character experiences.

I like that these human designs have battle scars and signs of aging because these are four million year old robots fighting in a ridiculously long war.

There are a few things that are hilarious. One is that Wheeljack doesn’t have a holoform in AOP and the reason I gave was that Wheeljack wouldn’t have had enough time to get it installed. But I absolutely adore Wheeljack’s design.

Second is that I made Optimus’ holoform age in an Attack on Prime one shot I wrote back in 2014 be 30 years of age. Being a teen does that to you, but if you go into the lore of the Aligned continuity for Transformers Prime, Optimus is technically older than Megatron, which is something that I found baffling for a while.

But I would definitely agree that Arcee would at the very least appear the youngest out of the four holoform designs you presented.

There’s so much more that I want to say, but I do know what else! All I know is that I love the absolute thought and care you put into this! This is a show of passion and I would definitely like to see more of your artwork!