#and that hurts me on a deep spiritual level

[mxalmighty]

hot take; i like tmnt mutant mayhem less and less every day

milk and puke jokes, pop culture references so blatant it's painful, splinter, the wasted potential of making every notable villain in the tmnt series a friend by the end of the movie meaning the series will only be providing new characters which i do not hold out hope for, splinter with the bug, the background and secondary character designs, there being many redeemable features amidst all this, splinter's accent for no morally acceptable reason, having to skip entire scenes to avoid nausea was a real problem i did not expect to have with a movie in 2024 but here we are

[6mayhem]

anyway i need to hang out with my brother again he is the one person who i am pretty sure knows literally everything about me so he's the only person i trust that i can absolutely not disappoint. nothing i can do could be worse than the sum of everything i've been doing to that poor man (and him to me) the past 19 years

[p1utofairy]

★ WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT IN REGARDS TO YOUR LOVE LIFE?

NOTE: miss me? hehe. i felt called to answer the bat signal (i saw y’alls messages in my ask box ILYSM) take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. thank y’all for the support always. 🫂

PILE ONE.

ooo this fall i do see a very solid romantic connection coming into fruition for you, pile 1. there’s such a high level of comfortability between you both it’s sooooo sweet and endearing. you could already be friends with this person, but if that’s not the case, they will be your best friend and lover wrapped into one. diary by alicia keys is coming to mind – wow! the energy is very sensual and venusian-like. maybe you or this person has taurus and/or libra placements? you two connect on such a deep spiritual level. i can just feel it, pile 1. opening up to this person will be so easy for you, which is crazy because i feel like you’re not vulnerable/open with just ANYBODY.

lay your head on my pillow, here you can be yourself. no one has to know what you are feeling, no one but me and you. OKAY BYE I’LL CRY RN?! the emotions between you two run very deep & i feel like you both will create such a calm, intimate and loving space for each other. this connection will be so healing — i’m picking up that either you or your person never truly knew what it felt like to have a strong support system or someone in your corner through thick and thin, but let me tell you something, pile 1. you and your person will show up and out for each other!

you might be a bit defensive or standoffish towards this person at first, because you’re afraid of being hurt or let down once again. however, i want you to know that it’s okay to open your heart and be receptive. some of you that picked this pile might have a scorpio moon, because i’m picking up that it’s really hard to knock down that wall you have built around yourself. this person wants to take the time out to get to know you, the REAL you, and all your little quirks and interests because there’s more that meets the eye when it comes to you. i feel like you compartmentalize different aspects and traits within yourself & suppress them to conform to what others think you should be/should act like — but your person is saying f*ck that. they are going to love you in all your glory.

i’m ngl you could see yourself settling down with this person. they’ll fulfill you in so many ways that others can't even imagine or measure up to. this person is going to take care of you & splurge on you. they have very dominant energy and you’re going to love that about them lol for some of you might f*ck around and have a baby with this person. for a small portion of this pile, they might already have a child from a previous relationship. if that’s not the case though, you’re just going to love how hands on they are with you (literally hehe) & how they take the lead and make all your dreams come true. your person also has a lot of sexual energy lol in the best way possible. it’s so sly and lowkey but you’ll be folding like a pretzel pile 1 LOL.

channeled messages:

pov by ariana grande, free mind by tems, touch my body by mariah carey, you’re the only one that i want, dangerously in love pt. 2 by beyoncé.

PILE TWO

i think you need to get yourself out there a little moreeee, pile 2. i think that you’ll have more opportunities to meet new people and have some fun experiences, but it’s up to you to go out there and mingle. you’ve been keeping to yourself for a while now and there’s nothing wrong with that. pulling your energy back & recharging is good for the soul, but you also need to step into your power and claim what’s yours. remember – whatever you want, wants you even more. you’re glowing tf up this fall, pile 2.

you’re definitely elevating and so many people are going to peep it, especially romantic suitors. get out of your heads my lovely pile 2’s and open your mind + your heart to the limitless possibilities and opportunities that await you. you downplay yourself too much! TALK YOUR SHIT. you’re gonna have a couple love interests trying to get your attention & shooting their shot and it might throw you off, but just go with it. f*ck it, the more the merrier. lol i’m kidding but seriously have some fun!

you’ll know who is worth the chance and who isn’t. some of you that picked this pile might be a little inexperienced when it comes to relationships/love, so you just need some side quests and test runs to decipher what you do and don’t like lol. i’m also picking up a situation-ship vibe from this pile as well – some of you might have a lot of options but all you can think about is one specific person. you might not be talking to them right now, but your guides don’t want you to worry too much about them. focus on how you can create the reality you want for yourself. you’re the main character of your story, don’t be a perpetual side character in somebody else’s. i’m getting a lot of different messages for this pile, but one of the main things that’s sticking out to me is that whoever you pick/choose to entertain, you will have intense sexual chemistry with that person lol. you won’t be able to fight it hehe it’ll be the start of something new and exciting, pile 2.

channeled messages:

body by summer walker, go out with your friends, lemon drop, out of my head lupe fiasco ft. trey songz.

PILE THREE.

oh my, pile 3. did y’all just get out of a relationship or situationship? it’s really giving that. i think you need to work on becoming more grounded, and enforce healthy boundaries with your romantic partners and just everyone in general tbh. you’re so giving and nurturing. you’re always pouring into others, but where are they when it’s time to pour into you? you’ve had to come to terms with this the hard way :( people think that because you’re so compassionate and forgiving that they can walk all over you. this feeling of frustration has bubbled up inside of you for so long now, that it makes you feel pessimistic when it comes to love.

your guides want you to release this energy and not let it set you back or deter you from opening yourself up to a new partner that can and will cherish you. your love is very powerful – you are a REAL lover! if you get knocked down, you’ll rise up 10x stronger. please remember that always. your love is divine, it’s pure and it’s simply addicting; that’s why people felt like they could just take and take and take without you saying anything to them. the person that you were previously connected to knows you have a good heart, but they don’t value it. i am very happy to let you know that there is a special someone out there that will, and they are coming towards you.

they will claim you loud & proud and be so greatful to have you in their life and by their side. your person is so encouraging and kind, yet a lil rough around the edges – you almost wouldn’t expect this from them. they’re definitely going to match your freak lol. physical touch + words of affirmation might be their love language too btw. i think you need to let go of your ex/previous situationship, and take a leap of faith into the unknown with this new person. their love will feel so freeing and refreshing <3 the love between you both will hold no bounds. you deserve this pile, 3.

channeled messages:

wait for you by future ft. drake & tems, i’ll be there for you/you're all i need by method man ft. mary j blige, maddy perez, mula, ketu-moon aspect, anything by SWV, the weekend by sza.

[python333]

task force 141 reacting to [reader] giving them a 'happy father's day' card — python333

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synopsis you give the tf141 boys some happy father's day cards!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & younger!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader is intended to be around 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're below 24 (just so that the headcanons make more sense), maybe ooc?

note i'm so sorry but there's no gaz in this one BUT i can explain why!! i was doing my research (going through three different tumblr posts) to figure out the actual age of each character and gaz is apparently 24?? in new updates or whatever?? anyway, even before i found that out, i could only ever imagine writing him as an older brother, simply because he doesn't feel fatherly to me but still has those protecive-familial vibes so if yall want me to write something on him being ur older brother then feel free to request/reply/comment or whatever and i will! :3 this is all comfort no hurt and pure fluff so enjoy!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ OH GOD.

➥ man i don’t even have daddy issues and i’m crying.

➥ gives you that one dad smile he has—y’all know the one. don’t pretend you don’t—and thanks you for it.

➥ gives you a lil hug too because why not?

➥ tears up just the tiniest bit but it’s pretty unnoticeable but i need you to know that it’s there.

➥ either keeps it propped up on his desk, in one of the drawers of his desk, or puts it in a small frame and puts that on or in his desk.

➥ definitely reads it at least once a week.

➥ he’s so genuinely flattered by it i think that after you leave his office he’d tear up a bit.

➥ you thought he was acting as a father figure to you before?

➥ be prepared for him to take it to a whole nother level.

➥ starts getting you cheesy birthday cards after you start giving him father’s day cards.

➥ is he a father biologically? no. is he one mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? absolutely.

—

You were reasonably pretty nervous.

It wasn’t ever really a secret that you and Price had some sort of father-child-like relationship, what with the amount of hair ruffles, head pats, shoulder pats, etc. that you’d received from him and the swatting at his hand with your own that you had given back. But none of that took away the nervousness you had when you gave Price a father’s day card for the first time.

It’s not that you thought that he would be weirded out by it, you just had a small habit of overthinking things, and this happened to be one of those things. The card didn’t say too much inside of it, a simple ‘happy father’s day!’ and a sentence you wrote that mentioned that you were grateful to know him. That’s it. That’s all it was. And yet, your hand shook as you held it, the other hand knocking on the door of Price’s office.

He nodded in greeting and opened it, and stepped out of the way to let you walk in and sit in front of his desk. He sat at his usual seat after shutting the door, and you set the card in your lap, not wanting him to see it just yet.

“Is there any particular reason why you wanted to come into my office?” Price asked, breaking the silence. You took a deep breath and nodded before you quickly handed over the card, slipping it onto his side of the desk. He took a good look at it for a moment, reading the ‘happy father’s day!’ on the front and looking over the cheesy illustration on the cover. You anxiously waited for him to say something as he simply stared at it, before he picked it up and opened it, reading the short few words that were written on the inside.

You watched as his expression melted into a softer one, and he stared at the card for another moment before wordlessly getting up. Before you could say anything, or question anything, he knelt down to the level of the chair you were sitting in and hugged you. You were frozen with surprise before you hugged him back, loosely wrapping your arms over his shoulders, a little confused by the hug but appreciating the embrace nonetheless. He rubbed your back for a quick moment before standing back up straight and patting your shoulder.

”Thank you,” He said, smiling down at you. “I really appreciated that, kiddo.”

Oh, wow. I don’t know why, but I think I might start crying. “Yeah—yeah, of course,” You’d replied, quickly getting up and giving Price a quick hug before swiftly walking to the door, “I’ll just, uh, I’ll be in my room. Or, actually, no, I’m gonna go—I’m gonna go bother Soap in his office, so if you need me I’ll be in there okaybyeCaptainI’llseeyoulater!” You rushed out, not looking back as you closed the door behind you.

Price had blinked at the door for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and sitting back down in his chair, looking at the card you’d given him one last time before sighing and letting himself tear up a bit. Eventually, after just sitting there and staring at the card, he unlocked one of the few locked drawers at the bottom of his desk and put the card there, for safekeeping.

—

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s so excited when he reads that card.

➥ he’s so flattered?? and is so happy?? and oh my god he might pass out?? from all the positive emotions he feels??

➥ be careful with what you say because you might break him beyond repair.

➥ it’s like you’ve given a puppy it’s first treat, honestly.

➥ won’t cry but is very close to!!

➥ will definitely show off the card to everyone.

➥ when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE.

➥ he will talk everyone’s ear off about it, no matter who they are or what they’re doing, hell, the man could be pissing with his dick out at the urinals and everything and he’ll still be ranting to the poor soul in the bathroom about what a sweetheart you are and how you gave him a father’s day card.

➥ he starts calling you ‘lamb’ and ‘duckie’ after the whole ordeal.

➥ no i didn’t ask chatgpt for terms of endearment scottish parents use for their children haha!!

➥ he buys a corkboard just to pin the card to in his office.

➥ like it’s literally just in the middle, nothing else on the corkboard, just that singular father’s day card.

➥ the whole thing is just reserved for father’s day cards tbh. he hopes to fill it up with as many cards as you’ll give him, and if you only give him the one, then damn it, the corkboard’s only gonna have one thing on it and whoever questions it can mind their damn business.

—

You didn’t really know what to expect with Soap when you gave him the card.

You felt pretty confident giving it to him, knowing the guy could probably receive a rock with googly eyes on it from you and still cry tears of joy knowing you gave it to him of all people, so giving this card to him was no big deal, right?

You found him in the recreational center, lounging on the couch, reading a book—shocking, I know—and quietly reading the words out loud to himself. The moment you had entered the center, though, he looked up from his book and nodded in greeting at you with a smile on his face and watched as you walked over to him.

Before he could say anything, you quickly put the card in his lap and watched as he looked up at you, a surprised and amused expression on his face.

“What’s this?” He asked, not looking down at the card just yet.

“Read it,” You’d insisted, gesturing towards the card in his lap. He blinked at you for a moment before muttering, “Alright, then,” under his breath and looking down at the card. He picked it up and read the three short words on the front and looked over the illustration on the cover, and the moment the words registered in his brain, his face broke out into a grin and he looked up at you.

“Aww, this is sae sweet,” Soap gushed, “Thank ye!”

He got up before you could talk and hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground a bit, cooing, “Ye're jist the sweetest, ma God, when did ye get the card?”

“I got it a while ago,” You had admitted, “Decided to give it to you now.”

Soap set you down and put both of his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumb, looking down at you with an elated grin, "I'm gonnae hang this up in ma office—I'll get a corkboard an' everything, jist for this."

You looked up at him with a confused, but amused look on your face, asking, “And you’re just gonna hang that card on there?”

He nodded in confirmation and responded, “Aye, it'll be deid center, naething else on there."

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ oh my goodness.

➥ the moment you hand him the card, it’s like he already knows what it is without reading it.

➥ probably thinks it’s a joke at first.

➥ when he realizes that you’re serious he straight up tears up.

➥ like in front of you and everything he’ll tear up.

➥ “... Are you crying?” ghost, tearing up and literally about to start sobbing, "No.”

➥ he treasures that thing and would literally cease to exist if he ever lost it or if it got destroyed.

➥ won’t flaunt it at all, instead he keeps it in the pocket of a jacket he never wears anymore.

➥ if you ever give him more cards, he’ll consider getting a box to keep them in.

➥ he’s always called you ‘kid’ but after this he starts calling you ‘kiddo’.

➥ THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. I CANNOT TELL YOU WHAT IT IS BUT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.

➥ listen kiddo is more affectionate and its softer and its not as playful as kid its more personal and and and [explodes]

➥ the others notice the small change in behavior he has towards you (being more lighthearted with his teasing, generally being less cold with you, etc.) and will tease him endlessly about it.

➥ by others i mean soap and gaz. those two team up and tease him to death.

➥ he could care less though!! he tells himself that they’re idiots anyway and that his behavior hasn’t changed that much.

➥ he’s in denial and i think that him and me are the same fr.

—

You had practically searched every corner, crevice, nook, and cranny of the base searching for Ghost. When you finally found him, he was in the armory and weapons room cleaning the barrel of his rifle, hyperfocused on wiping away the gunk on the gun. You stopped by the door, hesitating in giving him the card. It really shouldn’t be that hard, You thought, What’s the worst that could happen?

You were aware that there were many things that could happen, most of which were bad, but you ignored them for the sake of building up your confidence to give him the card. You stood there for a while, just sort of staring at him, before he—not even looking up from his gun—called out to you with a simple yet firm, “Do you need something?”

You probably could’ve died right there, his firm voice almost completely shattering your confidence for reasons you couldn’t specify, but you instead cleared your throat and walked out of the doorway and completely into the room. You walked over to him and before he could ask any further questions you held the card out to him, your hand having a small tremble to it, an uncomfortably visible display of your nervousness.

He stared at the card for a moment before setting down the cloth he was using to clean his gun and grabbing it, reading the front for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and looking up at you to tease you for it. He was going to tell you what a ‘funny’ joke it was, to tell you to just go do whatever work you’re probably skipping out on when he sees the look on your face that tells him that you’re pretty serious about the card.

He looked back down at the card and read it again, the words ‘happy father’s day’ echoing through his mind as he opened it. He read the few short words on the inside of the card and the shitty drawing of a ghost right next to one that was scribbled out—because of course you had to use pen and weren’t satisfied with the first ghost you drew even though Ghost could make out through the scribbles that they practically looked the same.

You were pretty nervous the longer the silence stretched out, and you were about to take back the card and go jump off a cliff to avoid ever looking at Ghost again when suddenly you hear a sniffle.

“Are you… are you crying?” You’d asked, more confused than nervous now, watching as Ghost shook his head negatively and continued to stare at the inside of the card.

“No,” He answered, sniffling again.

“... You sure?” You’d asked again, far less nervous now, your tone becoming more teasing.

“Positive.” Ghost said firmly, though his voice had wavered a bit. He looked up at you and reached his hand up to give you a pat on the shoulder, muttering, “Thank you for that, kiddo.”

"Yeah, no problem," You had said back, smiling down at Ghost before taking a step back, "I'll leave you to keep cleaning your gun, or whatever."

Ghost had simply nodded and looked back at the table where your card and his gun laid, and you didn't stay long enough to watch him tear up all over again at the sight of the letter.

[navstuffs]

Synesthesia

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: "A condition in which stimulation of one sense generates a simultaneous sensation in another". Or aka the fic where Gojo Satoru fucks you inside his domain expansion.

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!, SMUT, tiny squint of dubcon (reader goes mind blank inside the domain), creampie, multiple powerful orgasms, reader gender isn't mentioned

Author's Notes: probably the hardest smut i have ever written. idk how many times this has been done in the fandom (im sure tons) and one time i read this INSANELY good fic abt it and have never found it again. anyway, enjoy! credit on the images from this post right here.

other gojo fics

An average person will feel many sensations in this world, either physically and/or spiritually (if you believe in that type of stuff). Before meeting Gojo Satoru, your emotions were still there to remind you, hey, you are human: come and feel us; you can't stop us.

Everything changed after you met Satoru.

Gojo Satoru wasn't normal. Even in your first meeting, even without being a cursed user, you could tell something was off about him in the best way possible. The white hair, the ethereal blue eyes behind the sunglasses, or the fact that he consumed sweets as someone should be consuming water. Even your concerns about diabetes didn't feel necessary with this man. 

And then you started dating him. Yes, you, the average human being of this world, the single person in the million of eight billion or more. And he chose you, fell for you, for some crazy idea in his head. You became his new drug in the best way possible. Gojo Satoru could never have had enough of you. 

The kisses were intoxicating, and his neediness was that of someone who could not hear the word "no." Satoru would pout like a child, his head down enough that you could see his eyes shining through his sunglasses. And you would say "yes" as if only that vision persuaded you (it was your heart speaking).

Now, fucking Gojo Satoru, that was on a whole new level. At this point, you knew of the curses, the Jujutsu world, and the fact that somehow you are dating the strongest of that universe (?!). Fucking Gojo Satoru was not like fucking your other lovers. Satoru was entirely in during sex. As in head, soul, mind, the total package deal. And it was only fair you gave him the same. 

-x-

"What would happen to normal humans inside your domain expansion?" 

The question is met with curiosity by Gojo, who is wearing his black bandana today. He ponders for a moment, one finger toward his chin (because you said once he looked cute doing it, and he does it every time now). "They probably wouldn't be able to see it. Just feel it."

"Could it be considered safe?"

"Mhmmm, let me think. For some milliseconds. Why?"

"Nothing."

Oh, but Satoru had already perceived your interest. Your eyes did not meet his, and you tried to look away, embarrassed. His smile grew from his side lips until Satoru questioned, his voice low, " Is there anything I should know of?"

"You promise you won't laugh?"

-x- 

That's how you end up on top of him, his dick buried deep inside your body. It is already overwhelming, suffocating almost, the air being pulled from your lungs every time your hips meet his, and you weren't even inside his domain yet. Satoru insisted on starting slowly for your safety: 0.1, 0.2 seconds max, according to his estimation. 

"Now?"

"Are you close?" You shake your head impatiently, furrowing your brows. "Didn't think so."

Differing from all the other nights, you sense Satoru's tension. He can't relax, not even without you moaning in his ear. It's not that Satoru believes he will hurt you; Satoru has to consider the slight possibility of what could happen if he lost control for a tiny second and ended up frying your brain on accident.

"'Toru. Focus on me." You demand, squeezing his nipple so he can come back to you.

Satoru reacts: he starts rubbing in between in the middle of your legs, stroking your sex in a way only he knew how to do, after weeks of studying your reactions every time you had sex. In less than two weeks, the prick had learned places you haven't even discovered yet. It had to be six eyes, giving your body away like that. Biting where the neck meets your shoulder together with a particular way of fucking you and hitting on the place that made you see stars could make you cum in minutes. You are thankful he is the strongest because Satoru had ruined you for any other person who existed. 

"Focus, honey."  His voice is steady, his chest heaving up and down.

If someone asked you how a mere mortal felt bringing God to his knees, you would know exactly how to explain. That's exactly how you felt fucking Satoru. Like now, with his hands on your hips, helping you sink inside further every time, your open palms resting on his chest for support. It feels powerful and mythical; his mouth parted away like that, licking his lips from time to time. Satoru is a proud moaner, loud and about - but for this time, his forehead is furrowed in concentration, and barely any noises are coming from him. If it were any other time, Satoru would have helped you or taken control when it had gotten too much for his small patience to handle, moving his hips until you were a blabbering mess.

But now, he has to be focused on not harming you. The situation is even more thrilling if you think like that. Bring a God to his knees because if you don't, he might kill you with his power.

"Satoru!" You moan, needy. A warning that you are getting close.

His white hands raise, and you watch (as always) fascinated as the bandana comes off, even forgetting about your looming orgasm. Gojo Satoru is the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life, and if you believe in reincarnation, about ten more lives. He has a smirk on his lips now, happy with the way he affects you. I mean, how couldn't he? 

"Domain expansion, Unlimited Void."

Everything stops. The air stops moving, and time stops. You are paralyzed, your eyes wide, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Your mind goes blank in the total sense of that word; you can't form a single thought. You forget your name, can't remember your parents' names, or where you were born, what you do. 

At the same time, everything is being shown to you; your consciousness is there, floating lost in the sky, but you can't grasp it. The only thing you can feel is your orgasm, but even that feels like it has toned down, a small explosion the size of a jelly bean growing inside your stomach.

The next thing you know, you wake up in Satoru's arms, gasping for air, shaking, with tears coming down your eyes. You can't stop squirming, and you realize it is your orgasm, with so much energy that could light up an entire city, spreading in your veins and going back into your brain at a swift speed, amplifying your senses. Then you find yourself staring at Satoru's blue eyes, and your mind goes blank again, but not like when you were inside the Unlimited Void. No, now you can feel everything: Satoru's love, Satoru's shooting his cum inside of you, Satoru's hand gripping your hips, the scream coming out of your throat!

Satoru is murmuring something, praising you, saying he loves you, but you pass out again, and the entire world goes black. Satoru holds you, feeling your heartbeat, not placing his bandana on his eyes, your body twitching unconsciously. 

You return to him after a few minutes - if anyone asked Gojo, precisely two minutes, twenty seconds, two exact milliseconds, almost three. 

"'Toru?" Your voice sounds exhausted, grateful, and in disbelief all at the same time.

"I'm here, honey. I'm here. You are okay." He kisses your forehead, holding you tightly in his arms, still buried deep inside you.

Later, when you ask, Satoru will answer that he had felt your orgasm within you. He had never seen you so out of this world, literally dumbfucked. He won't confess he got worried for a second and ended up placing you inside his domain for ONLY one millisecond. You also won't confess yet that you wanted to try again, up to 0.3 seconds (normal humans wouldn't survive), but who cares? You want Satoru to fry your brain. Instead, you will roll your eyes at his answer, slapping his arm playfully, and he won't even turn infinite on because it is you. And who is he to ever deny you? You who finally made his life whole. 

You that had a God wrapped around your finger.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Nightingale 🕊

Dick Grayson x reader

《A/N》: first piece for Dickie bird!! Truthfully, I just whipped this up really quick for my dear friend @allysunny . There isn't much I can do, but I hope this helps a little bit <33

If it's too personal, let me know, and I'll take it down 🫶🏻

~Fi 🐝

《Content》: lots of comfort from Dick. reader is stressed bc of school work. Dickie being the best boyfriend 🩷

《Word count》: 1.5k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Not only the moon that hung high in the sky but the burning light of your laptop illuminated your face as your tired eyes ran over the words again. With a shaky sigh you closed the device and dragged a hand down your face before a frustrated groan left your throat.

Your forehead rested on your desk as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ignore the salty sting in your eyes and your closing throat.

"Stupid grading system, stupid classmates..." you forced through your tightened throat, hoping that your wrath and frustration would somehow reach your fellow students on a spiritual level and make them stub their toe or spill their hot drink.

Or accidently end up in crossfire from the many shootings taking place in Gotham. You weren't picky.

Your fingers threaded through your hair and tugged at the roots, trying to get the blizzard of feelings out of your chest.

Before you had any chance to stop it, a few hot tears of frustration trickled down your face, adding to the overwhelming state you were in.

The hard wooden surface of your desk started to hurt your head, pressing unpleasantly agaisnt your forehead. A dull and pulling ache ran up your neck as well, courtesy of the weird twisting position it was in. You couldn't find it in yourself to care, pulling at the strands of your hair.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Dick sighed out in relief once he slipped through the window of your shared livingroom. Patrol wasn't too rough tonight, but he could feel the soreness in his muscle setting in.

A fair consequence after being a bit of a show off with his gymnastic skills.

Your warm apartment was a welcome contrast to the biting cold Gotham nights he knew all too well. Dick wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you and be enveloped by the love that never failed to warm his heart.

He took his mask off his face and ran his hand through his black locks, trying to distract himself from his buzzing skin. The Nightwing suit felt all too tight right now and he couldn’t wait to get it off.

His eyes fell on the bedroom door, slightly ajar, and he cocked a brow. You should be asleep. He let out a sharp breath. He'd told you to sleep. But deep down he knew you'd be up and about the second you heard the window close.

"Stubborn girl..." he grumbled, albeit with a soft and worried intention behind his words.

You could see the door being pushed open from the corner of your eye as a big block of black and blue stepped in.

"Honey..." he said softly followed by a sigh after seeing your hunched over and distraught form at your desk.

"Hi Dickie." You replied, absolutely defeated. The feelings of anger and frustration had faded and left was only the deep sadness of being treated so unfairly.

"Hey, pretty..." his brows scrunched together, not liking how sad and tired you sounded.

"What's wrong, hm? 'Told you to get some sleep." He spoke quietly, prying your hands away from tugging at your hair and replacing them with his, gently petting your locks.

His touch made it even harder to fight the tears you've been trying to hold in. All you wanted was for him to hold you and make everything go quiet, even if it was just for tonight.

You stayed silent for a moment, Dick kneeling next to you.

"Got an e-mail about that presentation.." you explained, ready to break into tears at the mere thought of it. He gently turned your head so you could see him.

"Give me five minutes to get out of this suit and I'm yours, alright? You can tell me all about." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and you nodded your head.

His comforting touch left you in the blink of an eye as he whisked off to the bathroom. With a quick rummage through his drawer, he was already prying at his spandex prison.

Luckily, he had nimble fingers and was back at your side within the promised five minutes, much more comfortable and ready to be your shoulder to cry on.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get tucked in, yeah?" His voice was gentle and soothing, drawing you in like it always did.

Dick took your hand and helped you into bed, knowing well that you didn't need his assistance physically but that you needed to be cared for right now.

You were cuddled up next to him, wrapped in his embrace and your cozy blanket while he stroked your cheek. He frowned slightly at the couple of salty streaks that had ready dried on your skin.

"Are you okay to tell me what happened?" He asked carefully, not wanting to overstep. You took in a shaky breath.

"D'you remember that project I told you about? You know, that hig presentation with lots of other people?" He hummed in response, listening attentively.

"Well... they fucked it up. None of them were prepared, they were sputtering like a rusty engine- one chick even finished her text while one member was already presenting." You complained, feeling the distaste for such unreliable people bubble up in your chest once again.

"And now..." there was a slight crack in your voice when you spoke, making Dick holding you just a little bit tighter," they're dragging me down with them. I was prepared, I did good, but I get a shit grade too now. It's not fair."

You choked on the last word, finally letting the tears spill. You were already so overwhelmed with work, with things you needed to do that you had no time for, you didn't need a grade you needed to fix just because studying was such a foreign concept to some people.

"It's not fair, Dickie..." you cried, head resting on his shoulder with his head on top of yours. His heart cracked a little. You were such a hard worker, always going above and beyond to achieve your goals. Only to be dragged down due to a chain reaction.

"I'm sorry, baby, you don't deserve that. I know how hard you worked on that. Those assholes didn't even try.." he huffed, wiping at your ever flowing tears.

"A-And now the teacher sent an e-mail which is basically just her saying how disappointed she is and that we're doing terrible." You sobbed, needing all that stress to go somewhere. Dick maneuvered you even closer to him, stroking your back at a comforting pace.

"If anything, they're doing terrible. You did great, honey, okay? You'll figure it out. And I'll be here to support you, you know that. I'm sure you can contact the teacher and work something out. But I just want you to know- look at me.." he said softly, tilting your head to look at him. It pained him to be see you so upset.

He much preferred your pretty lips pulled up into a bright smiled instead of the wobbly pout with tear stained cheeks it was in now.

"I want you to know... that everything will be okay. You will be okay. I promise you." His voice was clear but quiet and soft as he gently bumped his nose against yours.

"You will be okay." He whispered, holding you tightly as you got the last of your sobs out and your breathing evened. They were sweet murmurs against your temple as he had you pressed against his chest, stroking your hair.

Dick held you as the moon shone through the window, he held you until it was covered by clouds and you were plunged into a grey darkness. He held you and wiped and kissed your tears away even as faint peak of colors emerged from the horizon. You were exhausted with puffy eyes as you laid in his embrace, the burden on your chest lightened for now.

You glanced up and saw how dark the bags under his eyes were, but despite that, he was still smiling down on you with a look so sweet and loving you could feel your teeth ache.

"How 'bout we make ourselves a cozy day tomorrow, hm? I'll read you Pride and Prejudice, we can have some cake, cuddle all day.." he trailed off, have of it in a slur as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"I'd love that." You sighed with a sleepy smile, tangling your fingers together.

"You can sing for me, too.." Dick yawned, scooching further down the bed and tucking himself under the blanket, with you tightly held to his chest, of course. You giggled softly, craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek.

"My lovely, little Nightingale..." he murmured, a dopey smile on his lips.

"I love you, Dickie bird." You said softly, bringing your lips to his in a sweet kiss before sleep took you away.

"I love you more, honey." He mumbled against your lips, content as ever, with his beloved Nightingale snug in his embrace.

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[brittle-doughie]

Y/N spending time with Silent Salt, where Y/N talks to SS and their (Silent's) only answers are either their breathing sound throught their helmet or just "hmmph". Or, that's what the other cookies hear, and it turns out Y/N understands Silent Salt PERFECTLY.

An example of their conversations:

Y/N: It's nice to just have a calm moment and enjoy the day, don't you agree?

Silent Salt: I do agree. I must admit, you manage to calm this desire of destruction that haunts my corrupted soul, Y/N.

Y/N: Aww, thank you! Would like to join me to have coffee or tea some day?

Silent Salt: That sounds lovely. Would you join me to a sparring match some day as well? I promise I will hold my strenght back, so you will not suffer any great injury.

Y/N: Heheh. You're a softie deep down.

The other cookies around, who don't understand what Silent Salt is actually saying: Someone please call a psychologist for Y/N, they're already too hurt.

They’re just like that on a spiritual level and stuff.

Burning Spice would prefer if Salt talked on an actual level.

[beautifulfuckup99]

"There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate

“Soul Crossings: This phenomenon can happen with friends or lovers or colleagues, when for a short amount of time you are thrown together and share amazing experiences and awakenings in a past life before one of you is ripped away. They may find you in the next life. And hopefully… the outcome will be different.”

Warning(s): Curs!ng, SMUT, Ment!ons of Unal!ving, Angst (read at your own risk)

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“Fuck. Fuck.” Jungkook whispers as he barges into his bedroom while you stand by the window, looking out into the courtyard, your heart racing like it’s been all this morning.

“I told him. I told him, I told him I don't… That I don't want her. I told him that if he did this, what I would do. And he… He called my bluff. And I'm a fucking coward for it…” Jungkook whispers when the bedroom door is finally shut, and it makes you hum. You can only manage that noise. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he rambles on.

“My father will marry me off for an alliance with a woman I don't even love…” He whispers quietly to himself, and you shut your eyes, your hands gripping your raggedy maid apron.

“You should be lucky.” You finally say, still facing away from him. He looks at you in disbelief. “The princess is… She’s beautiful.” You whisper, your throat burning at that comment. You knew. You always knew that what you and the prince had was strictly for the shadows. You were foolish to think of a future with him as you laid tangled under his sheets.

“Don’t. Y/N. Don’t, because… She’s not you.” Jungkook whispers. “She's… She'll never be… You.” He states as you hold yourself.

“We knew this would never be okay.” You shake your head, finally turning to face him and it’s your greatest mistake, because you instantly feel tears threaten to escape your eyes.

“We? No. I always knew this was right. I… I don't… I don't want to marry that woman.” He says, venom in his voice and it makes you shiver.

“But for your father? For your kingdom? You have to. A good prince is not selfish. You are not selfish. Marrying her… it’ll bring guaranteed peace to both kingdoms.” You say. It hurt to say this, but you knew deep down, Jungkook cared for his people. And this was for the best.

“But I…” His voice cracks a bit as he moves closer to you. “I don't want to stop… No. I can’t stop loving you." He says stubbornly. You sigh tiredly.

“Prince-" He cuts you off from even thinking to refer to him like that.

“No. No. You know my name. You… You moaned it out so beautifully just this morning…” He whispers as he walks closer. You can only look down. “I… I don't want to do this…” He whispers. “I don't want to-" It’s your turn to cut him off now.

“But you have to. You have to. Please, my love. Please. For your people. You know it’s what’s best.” You shake your head. “This is… Something you need to do.” You try quietly.

“No. No.” He says, always one to fight. “I need you. I need you always. I…” He moves to you fully now, grabbing your arms.

“I need you to say you still love me. Even if I have to do my duty. Duty to this kingdom, to my father, I need to hear that you need me… Just as badly as I’ll always need you.” He whispers as he looks you straight in the eyes and tears fall freely now.

“I can’t love a man who has a duty to another woman.” You whisper as he grabs your upper arms a bit firmer.

“A duty to a woman that will be loveless. Know that my heart… That my everything will be yours.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes.

“Know that… One day… One day she might be queen. And one day she might bear me a son. But my heart. My soul. My being… will always belong to you.” He whispers as you stare at him with a longing gaze, but your heart ached in an indescribable way.

"Please Y/N. Know nothing will ever change that. I will never... Let anything or anyone... Hurt you." He whispers and you want to laugh bitterly. Because his loving gaze hurts just as much as this news. But you believe him. And that adds to the pain.

"They can never find out. No one must ever know." You point out quietly as you look at him. He takes you in as you are at this very moment, and he shuts his eyes.

"I wish I could runaway..." He finally whispers.

"The people need this. Your people need this union-" He cuts you off.

"And what about what I need?!" Jungkook snaps as he looks at you. You pause as you watch him closely, holding your breath at his outburst.

"We are on the brink of war. This marriage can solve everything..." You finally whisper, wanting him to think rationally. But for as long as you've known the prince, he's always been... A more emotional thinker.

"And this should be a good thing." You try quietly as he moves away from you and goes back to pacing the floor/

"But it's not. It not, it's not, it's..." Jungkook pauses for a moment as the tears finally slide down his cheeks. "Fuck..." He whispers as he lets the realization finally envelop him. He is not yours and he never was. And you were silly for ever trying to be his...

You move to hold him tightly in your arms and he scrunches down a bit to rest his head on your shoulder as his calloused hands grip the thin fabric of your maid uniform.

He chokes back an angry sob as he grips your waist tighter, eyes shutting in a calmness that he only gets when around you. "When you hold me in your arms... I feel like I can take on the world..." He whispers between sniffles. He nuzzles more into the cork of your neck.

"I love you..." He breathes out shakily and you shut your eyes to stay in this moment for as long as you can. You'd fight the angels above to stop time at this very second if you could.

He breathes in once more to regain some strength. "I will always... Love you. And I will never... Ever... Leave you." He whispers against your skin and the shivers are very noticeable...

"Say it." He whispers against your neck, and you can't push him away as he holds you tighter against him. "Please. Say it back..." He whispers. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight against your own mind.

"I will always love you, my prince. And... I will never leave you." You whisper finally, your chest tightening because you meant every word. But the idea of him wrapped in another woman's wedding ring... It haunted you already.

"Thank you. Thank you..." Jungkook breathes out, pulling back only to catch your lips in a passionate entanglement. You kiss back feverishly.

"I need you." He breathes against your lips, and you whimper softly at the statement. He pulls away fully from your lips. "I need you now." He whispers as he grips the edge of your dress.

"Take this off." He demands, always an impatient one. It makes you blush as you hurriedly untie your apron while he helps to unzip the back of your dress.

As he disrobes you, you hurriedly unbutton his black vest and go for the shirt under it. "Just rip it. Rip it off..." He encourages hotly against your neck. You do just that and the shirt slides down his toned arms before he grabs you up and carries you to bed.

Dropping you on to the cold satin sheets, you're quick to remove his belt and yank down his pants. Today had shown you both one major thing. You had no more spare time to waste. You only had now. Now to be selfish, now to be lustful. Now to sin and break the king's ruling.

No royal shall ever sleep with a commoner.

Without a second thought, your hand wraps around his thick member, stroking it slowly as he gasps in pure pleasure. "Just like that. Look at me. Look into my eyes." He pants lustfully and you look up at him with eyes full of adoration. There was no hiding this love...

"I've said it before. And I'll say it again. You are mine. Now until forever." He shivers against your lips as you slide your hand up his cock, feeling it harden in your grasp.

"I love you. I love you..." He moans and kisses you lovingly as you lay back on the bed with him on top of you, his cock in your hand, getting solid with every stroke of your soft hand around it.

"No more." He finally pants as his hips jerk against your hand.

"My prince, I-" He cuts you off.

"Let me service you, my love. Let me worship... The only body I will ever need in my life." He breathes out before kissing along your neck and towards your breasts.

You loosen your hand from around his cock as you gasp softly. His kisses never failed to leave a trail of fire in their wake. "Don't hold back. Let your moans be heard. Let everyone know... Who I truly honor." He whispers against your left nipple before his lips wrap around the nub, making you moan more, back aching.

"Let them hear." He whispers against your nipple. "Let them warn the princess." He moves to suck on your right nipple for a moment as your head rolls back into his bed that you've made your home for the past year. "That I love someone else. That she will never compare... She will never get this from me. Because I am yours..." He whispers and moves further down your body.

"My prince..." You breathe out in contentment. The sensation of floating is not lost on you.

Without another word, he gets to work devouring you in a desperate way. His tongue flicks your clit with determination to make you melt and he's fast to slurp up the juices that collect.

"Oh my... Jungkook!" You moan, hand gripping his mess of curls.

"Louder. Louder..." He mumbles against your clit and the vibrations only add to your pleasure. "Say how much... You... Like it..." He mumbles against your wet slot.

"I love it! Oh my... Gods above. Yes!" You cry out, unable to contain your volume at this moment. Your thighs clench as you feel yourself teetering at the edge of bliss...

"Mm... You're going to cum, aren't you. Cum. My good girl. Cum for me... Let them hear..." He mutters against your clit before sucking harder, making your entire body tremble as you grip his hair in both hands now. You feel your mind going quiet as you focus on the feeling of now. And now, right now, you had your gorgeous lover between your legs, begging for your cum in the mix of his heavy breathing and hard grip on your hips to keep you in place.

"You will... Always be my... Good girl..." He mumbles as he gets you over the edge. You scream out, unable to hold back at this moment. You cum all over his mouth and he hungrily sucks it up. You whimper as you try pushing at his head.

"Sensitive?" He teases against your thigh before licking the juices that had leaked along your inner thigh. Your eyes shut in pleasure.

"Jungkook..." You whisper as reality creeps back in. You'd just been loud. What if someone heard?

"Hey. No. no, no. None of that." He whispers back. He could always read your mind. "Just move your head. No talking. No thinking. Do you want me?" He whispers as he rests his chin on your stomach gently. You sigh shakily and shut your eyes before you give in. You nod slowly and he leans up to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it dances with yours.

"I love your sounds..." He mumbles against your mouth as it hangs open while you pant in a heated need for more. He gets fully on top of you and you feel how hard he is as it nuzzles against your wet folds.

"Say you want me. Say you love me, Y/N." He breathes out as he holds your face, looking into your eyes. You look up at him. It's just you two in this moment. Your mind pictures a perfect world where this wouldn't end in heartache. Where you'd be his for a moment outside of the bedroom. But she will get that. She will get a husband, a king, a father to her child. And you... You will get this moment.

"I love you. I want you. My prince..." You give in quietly.

With no other words, his hand goes around your throat comfortingly before he sinks into you slowly to make it last. You whine quietly and your head rolls back as he claims you. His body could always tower over yours and his strong hand around your neck could only compare to the other hand he placed on your hip to hold you in place fully. He grunts as he thrusts deeper into you, and you've never felt fuller than you do in this moment...

"You're my queen. My queen..." He breathes out roughly as he takes you with a full sense of desire that leaves you thoughtless and moral-less.

"Jungkook!" You cry out as your hands grip his shoulders desperately to hang on to something.

"Beautiful. Yes. Don't hold back. Let them hear. Let the heavens know. This is what a true angel sounds like..." He grunts in your ear as he hits your spot hard to make you moan out more. He controlled your body more than you ever could...

"Fuck. The way your pussy just... Grips on me." He groans as he pumps his hips faster. Your legs hook around his hips as your nails dig into his perfect skin, hoping to mark him for eternity.

"You're perfect. Mine. All mine. And I'm yours." He pants against your lips and you nod fast.

"Mine. Mine." Is all you can say back as your eyes roll shut.

"My queen. She won't get this. She will never get to have this because I am yours only yours..." He whispers before kissing along your cheek and down to your neck. You enjoy the pleasure. The sense of feeling full of him, the sounds of passion he makes, the way his body found a way to always fully engulf yours.

"I love you..." You cry out as you drag your nails down his bare back. This was reminding you of exactly why you fell i love in the first place.

"I... I'm going to... Cum!" You moan loudly as you wrap your legs fully around his hips. He couldn't go. You couldn't let him go...

"Cum. Cum for me. My queen..." Jungkook pants as it hits you hard all at once. In the next moment, you're feeling full of his hot seed as you both come down from your highs slowly. Like a feather floating through the air.

Your eyes stay shut as you focus on his lips all over your face. "I know. I know this is a lot. But I will not share a room with her. I will not... I will not be... A husband to her." He whispers as you come back to the truth. You are a servant. Not his wife. Not his queen.

"Y/N. Are you listening?" He whispers as he lifts your chin. You finally open your eyes and meet his warm gaze. "She may have my hand in the public eye. But you have my heart. And I will rest by your side every night. Until my last breath..." He whispers and you can only bring yourself to nod. But your teeth are digging into your tongue.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and pulls out of you slowly to hold you in his arms as you truly think about the life you will live after today. No other words are spoken as you rest in his arms before a stone is set on your chest.

You know what must be done...

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With hectic footsteps and heavy breathing, Jungkook runs down the stone steps to the dungeon, tears threatening to fall the second he sees his true love behind the iron bars. "What is the meaning of this?! I want her released! Immediately!" He orders, voice booming through the cold, dark, and moist basement.

"I'm sorry, Prince. Orders from the king. She is to be held here until her hanging. Which is tomorrow at dawn." The guard says, head bowed.

"And what the hell is her crime?!" Jungkook says as you walk closer to the iron bars of your cell.

"Seducing Royalty, sir." The guard says softly. "We have her confession." He continues. Jungkook finally looks over at you and you see the confusion and hurt on his face. He walks closer to your cell and the guard avoids his eyes out of respect.

"What... Y/N, I... I don't understand." He whispers, a broken man at this point, more than he'd been earlier today.

"Jungkook..." You whisper as you reach out through the bars to hold his face. "I... I cannot love half of you." You whisper as his tears fall freely.

"So, my punishment is to lose all of you?!" He snaps in a rage that can only come from fear and pain. You shut your eyes, unable to witness the seed of despair you'd just planted into your lover's soul...

"Look at me." He whispers and you try to pull away, but he grabs your hands tighter to hold them against his face. "Why?" He chokes out through a sob.

You finally open your eyes to look at him. "We don't get this lifetime. I would've fought any god to keep this love with you. But they never paid mind to us." You whisper as you look him in the eyes.

"I'm not done with you." He whispers as he looks you deep in your eyes and you slowly slide your hands from his.

"I am not yours anymore..." You whisper back as you hold back your tears. Someone had to stay strong. He stares at you, unblinking. The hurt is clear as day on his face as he shakes his head at you slowly.

"I will never... Forgive you." He whispers quietly.

You shut your eyes at that, those words adding to your already heavy heart...

************PRESENT DAY**************

You open your eyes and blush a bit as you're met with your boyfriend of five months staring back at you. He smiles peacefully at you, and you playfully cover his face with your hand. "Morning to you too..." He laughs softly against your hand, and you smile as you sit up in bed tiredly.

"What time is it?" You mutter as you go to grab your phone from the nightstand.

"9am. But... It's Saturday. Day off. You know what that means..." He trails off playfully and you jokingly gasp.

"Do I actually get you to myself!?!" You jokingly question as you eye your idol boyfriend.

"Ha-ha. Yes. I am all yours today, my queen." He teases back and you pause at the nickname and hum a bit.

"I actually like the sound of that..." You whisper as you smile up at him while he plays with your messy bed head...

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Hope ya'll liked it! Yoongi's past life will be released Next Saturday the 13th! Keep an eye out for that post! And have a good night!

[neptunes-sol-angel]

Alright guys! I finally got that tingly feeling that I should do this kind of love reading. I still didn't want to make this a future spouse reading because I honestly overthink the concept, like "um divorces happen!" or some people just don't believe in marriage, but I thought I'd do something adorable and Christmas related. I hope that you guys enjoy!

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Pile One🎄

Their letter to Santa

Dear Santa, For so long I've been in the darkness, alone with the glass pieces of my heart, thinking that it's better this way for me to be on own. I don't believe in fairy tales anymore and my ability to imagine a world where I can be in love with someone and in that same way be loved back. My mind is splintered to where I flinch the minute someone to me gets close or when they mention a promise, that I without a doubt know they won't keep. Socially, I feel numb, meeting allegedly new people, seems to be a broken record in different physiques. If you could grant me any present in the world, would you change my definition of what I know to be love? Falling away from the stranger(s) that used to be who I knew from head to toe, has damaged my beliefs that I'm worthy of something more. And should you succeed in bringing my love, may they be my most divine contradiction in my life. My love will be someone new, yet possess familiarty in which I'll take pleasure in spending the rest of my lifetime finding all of the ways that we just understand each other. The sound of their voice and the words that they speak will be the fire that warms instead of scorching me. They'll be my rock that I won't have to tip toe around. Right now, I ask for their forgiveness for the person that I am right now, but for every tear that I currently shed to release the pain of my troubles in romance, builds my strength to be the person that really loves again, and the confidence to give my all despite my mistakes in giving it to the wrong people. Don't let my reserved aura fool you, deep down, I'm a hopeless romantic, that will work hard to find any and every single way to give you the world to prove the depth of my feelings for you. The same way that I'm learning my lessons, you are too, we both share that agony of why this has to hurt so much, but it's the bitter that goes along with the sweet to lead us to each other in the end.

Your Christmas Traditions:

Life with your partner could already be luxurious, meaning they gift you with presents on a regular basis that are both as an expression of love and desire to get the things that you want, so Christmas, traditionally, will feel like a normal day. What makes it stand out to you guys as a couple is how you guys seem to always unlock a new level of intimacy around this time of the year. For you or them, Christmas could make some not so good feelings resurface and put someone in a mood. Whatever that may trigger this, it usually leads to a peaceful resolution that doesn't just prolong the tension for another day. It's like getting to the root of the issue that'll eventually lead you and your partner to a place of comfort, understanding, and confirmation that this relationship isn't based on surface level things.

Pile Two 🎄

Their Letter to Santa:

Dear Santa, There's this ethereal figure in my dreams that I keep seeing. Without a doubt, I know that this is my person. And maybe it's not realistic to ask for you to make the time go faster for us to encounter each other in real life, but I really want answers, I'm craving to know this person. Their face alone, is enough to put me into hypnosis. Not knowing what their voice sounds like, ignites my obsession. I've never been a believer of the supernatural, or even a big fan of religion, but this sensation of the person of my dreams that makes me desire to stay asleep, has to be an indication that we're spiritually connected. I know this person doesn't say a word in both their presence of visions in day and night, but I have this clawing feeling that you're what home feels like. To the lover of my fantasies, I  know you spiritually, but emotionally, with you, I'll finally have someone that doesn't think my expression of feeling is a foreign language. I could talk to you for hours without getting bored and your nature in every capacity makes me feel that you're out of this world with a love that I'm determined to study and reciprocate. I'm already amazed by how gorgeous you are but indubitably I know I'll be stunned everytime I'm by your side watching you prove to me that magic on Earth is real. You're the breathing proof of it and I can't help but be adored by you and the way that you perceive making the most out of the challenges that you face and conquer.

Your Christmas Traditions:

You and your life partner BREATHE for Christmas. Valentine's day may be special but Christmas is the time that you guys will be all over each other. You guys could go all out this holiday, by buying and wearing matching pajamas, playing board games with each other, watching marathons of Christmas themed movies, maybe you guys have a specific drink like hot chocolate, egg nog, or cookies that you love to stock up on. You guys could also be the type to take a vacation around this time by renting out a cabin, or taking a trip to Disney World. This is normal for you guys and you aren't aware of this jubilant vibe that you have together but it makes others wanting to share the joy you have. Your public presence as a couple during Christmas is the type that will make a person want to use you guys as their mood board or inspiration to daydream about the love that that they'd kill to have. You guys are the power couple in terms of playfulness, affection, and how unique you guys embody your partnership. You could also experience people asking you for advice for how to liven up their own relationships. You guys are just that cute with each other.

Pile Three 🎄

Their Letter to Santa:

Dear Santa, I have a good feeling that the person that I will view as my everything is currently contemplating if there's something that they should change about themselves, but do me this favor homie and give my sweet firecracker this message. You. Yeah you. You know who you are. You are a boss! Walking royalty in this world that's meant to take up space, of course there are gonna be some jerks that want to dim your light, but the people who can't handle how bona-fide and wealthy your aura is, are people who are uncomfortable with the fact that they don't possess the tools to handle the blessing that you are. You were never asking for too much and don't let the grinch or scrooge convince you that you aren't enough. Believe me, I wish that fate would allow me to show up in your life right now, but you're meant to learn how precious your attributes you are. You're a damsel that can save yourself, who is meant to climb into power and achieve many things. I'm currently healing my tendencies of being codependent so that I don't distract you from your prosperity or project my insecurities onto you and make you think that it's you, it's not. Be patient, but don't get rid of how bold you are love or choose sides in how you're capable of being silly and someone with authority. Your strength isn't in your silence, but in your intelligence and maturity to express to others your feelings and what your needs are. You'll always be on top, even on days where you feel like you're at rock bottom. Keep pushing, things will make sense soon. You won't just find me in your happily ever after, you'll find your soul tribe too. And we will ALL match your energy. Trust me. Everything that you think is complicated about you is why we're grateful for you.

Your Christmas Traditions:

You and your life partner share a common tragedy and belief. You guys may have experienced toxicity in your family that inspires the both of you to do things differently with your own family. Christmas time is pivotal for you as a couple, because it influences you to reflect but also to take action on how well you guys do as a household. Your Christmas Traditions could be about trying your best to make sure that there's peace, openess, but most importantly your presence if guys have children together. You could go all out with making sure that they have the best presents, that they have the best indication that they're safe with you guys as parents, and that you make the most pleasant and fun memories that will symbolize how much that not just you and your life partner love each other but making sure that your children know how much they're loved by you.

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Ghost x Wife!Reader

Ghost watches you put your makeup on in the morning.

SFW, Extreme Fluff, Light Angst, Light Hurt/Comfort, Intimacy, Softness, Makeup, Pre-Established Relationship, Slight Self-Indulgent, Ghost and Reader are In Love, Drabble

WC: 1k~

Another drabble, just because I'm writing fluff for a different WIP and I'm trying to work out some kinks. Also, I think Ghost needs some more peaceful content every now and again from me, I be making him unhappy as hell in my other stuff.

Masterlist

"You're staring again."

Simon blinks, that familiar silk-soaked voice of yours pulling him back into the morning. He sits up from where he'd still been lying in bed, the covers sprawled across him as though he'd just woken up from a battle deep within his sleep. It's had him moving rather sluggishly since waking, though that had been no complaint by any means.

It only meant he had an excuse to spend some more time with you before work; and right now, you'd been doing a hobby of yours he's come to really enjoy watching.

You stand firmly in front of the dresser on your side of the bed, irises glued to your mirror, and a deadly grip on your liquid black eyeliner. Your eyes had been the last part of your look needing to be completed, and you'd be dammed if you fucked it up now.

You bring the pen to the corner of your eye, with the kind of precision Simon has only seen outdone by the steadiest hands belonging only to his well-trained comrades. And even then you gave them a run for their money.

With the spiritual guidance of a painter, you gently line the ink to your skin, curving it back and forth from below your brow to back towards your eyelid, until you've outlined a sharp winged look at the corners of your eyes, filling them in.

They look perfect once complete. Though, when you stare at yourself in the mirror a few seconds too long, you frown, dissatisfied.

You lift your hand up and start using your pinkie nail to scrap the parts of eyeliner you'd begun to hate. Your attention remains here primarily, though you've never had issues multitasking.

"Still staring, Si'," you comment, having felt his gaze on you since you first put your foundation on. It's hard not to notice his eyes on you, given the weight that often came with them. A weight you'd happily hold.

"Wha', I can't enjoy the view?" He jokes, no doubt feeling just a bit more awake when he sees it's made you smile.

You look down at Simon, finally setting all your makeup back down on the dresser, wide-eyed with genuine concern, "Do I look OK?"

A small, crooked smile forms on his tattered lips as he chuckles to himself. Yes, you already knew what he was going to say, or what he wanted to say: you don't need the makeup. You could have your face completely done up or covered in mud, he would still love you. He would always love you.

Though he knew now, that's not the answer you were looking for. It took a while for him to understand that; he'd yet to understand the craftsmanship that truly came with applying makeup. However, seeing how happy you looked at the end of every makeup session all but spelled out the answer you'd really been looking for.

It wasn't about looking pretty or hiding, or even due to some superficial beliefs about womanhood or whatnot. You just really liked to do your makeup. And Simon just really loves to see you happy.

If this was something that made you smile, then it would always be a welcome thing to have around.

Simon sits up on the bed, letting his sturdy legs swing over the edge and his feet touch the soft carpet below. He reaches out and takes your hand, pulling you in so he could take a closer look at your work, the man still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Once comfortably boxed in by both his legs and arms, you let out a happy sigh, your gaze at eye level with him even as he still sat. Up close, with the dawn's light gently painting over his scarred skin, drawn by years of old stories he's only scarcely shared word of, he looked rather shy.

Every so often, when you traced over his skin while lying in bed, he'd oblige you with a story -- some heart-wrenching tale that only made you feel that much more endeared by him.

Sometimes he joked about wanting to wear makeup himself and cover all these ghastly sights on him. That way he didn't feel so vulnerable when your eyes would see them in all its miserable glory.

But you do what you have done since seeing them. You bring your touch to his skin, letting your fingers trace his scars' outlines and grooves, mending past traumas with your present-day love.

You look at Simon patiently, resting your hands against his broad shoulders. "Did the eyeliner fuck up the whole look?" You ask.

Simon's dark eyes bounce about your face, taking in the blush, the lipstick, the glitter and highlight, your brows, and then your eyes... His gaze sits still there, and any longer and you just might have started to feel yourself lean in.

"Hold on," his voice booms out suddenly, before he's brought his thumb to the corner of your cheek. A small bit of your mascara had dotted you, though he made sure to be as careful as possible with removing it for you. He hadn't wanted to mess up your hard work. "There you go."

He lowers his hand, taking another look at you. His expression softens, a smile forming. "Beautiful."

You smile, and it's everything and more he needed to start his day off with. Simon takes your hands, before pulling you even closer, until he's felt your lips take his sweetly.

It had been his favorite thing to start his mornings out like this, with just being able to hold you close to him, the sensation feeling as necessary as oxygen itself most days. When he'd kiss you, he only made up for that need by stealing your own breath away, his lips wrapped with yours like a sincere promise.

You cup your hands over his face, kissing him as you've felt his strong arms begin to wrap around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. It squeezes the air from you and makes you laugh in his arms, as you pull back from your kiss.

That's when your eyes go wide and you start to giggle. "Oops."

Your lipstick was now completely smeared over the man's mouth, rubbing off on his chin as though you'd just given him a newly colored five-o'clock shadow.

Immediately, Simon knows what's been done, as you're a repeat offender of this. He gives you a quizzical look and smirks. "How do I look?" He asks.

You lean back in, letting your lips feather over his.

"Beautiful."

[luna-the-cretar]

I’m thinking about the Shepnax “confession” scene, and not to get all angsty here, BUT…the scene almost feels like a confession/breakup, but in like. Two different ways?

(Minor spoilers below)

I mean, think about it. When Sarnax tells Shepherd he cares deeply about him, Sarnax’s tone is almost…bashful? For him, at least. Like he’s forcing himself to admit it out loud. Like what he means is that he cares about Shepherd more than he thought he would, in more ways than one. That he’s not just a friend, but a companion, someone who he relies on. I get the sense that it’s beyond platonic—maybe not romantic, if you don’t want it to be perceived that way (I personally will), but definitely not platonic.

So when he then gets into the argument with Shepherd, about how Sarnax will die in their endeavors, you can almost hear what he’s not quite saying. You can almost hear him say “I love you so much and I’m trying to push you away because I don’t want you hurting because of me. I’d rather hurt you now in the short term, than hurt for years because you’re grieving my death”

And I’m not pulling the whole “Sarnax loves Shepherd” thing out of my ass here. Look how he interacts with Shep in the episodes before and after. Sure, part of it is because he’s THE shepherd, so there’s that whole scripture/prophecy thing, but also I think Sarnax GENUINELY cares about Shepherd in a deep spiritual level. He loves Shep so much that he doesn’t know how to handle it. He loves Shep so much that he’s pushing him away, just so Shep doesn’t get burned by the fire that will be his grief when Sarnax dies.

And then look at how Shepherd responds. “Aw, Sarnax, I care about you too”. It was lighter, airier, almost like it didn’t hold quite the same weight as Sarnax’s confession. Shepherd still cares about Sarnax, don’t get me wrong. But either Shepherd meant it in a “aw, buddy, you’re my best friend :)))” platonic way, or didn’t mind casually revealing just how deep his affections go. Or, perhaps he didn’t quite understand what Sarnax meant when he said “I care deeply about you”, especially after mentioning that he cares about the others as well.

Not that I don’t think Shepherd doesn’t love Sarnax in his own way (idk about you, but joining your bffs cult and giving yourself to his god to ensure he’s alive and okay doesn’t sound very platonic to me lol), but…idk. Sarnax’s love for Shepherd runs deeper, almost teetering on obsession at times. Shepherd was the first person Sarnax has ever cared about, platonically or otherwise (he says so himself in this conversation), so it runs deep.

Sarnax has felt the warmth of Shepherd’s fire, and yearns to engulf himself in the gunslinger’s flames. And he did, for a short while. He let himself be selfish, he let himself embrace the warmth of Shepherd’s fire. His passion. His protection. Just…him. And then everything in the Amber Temple happened, and Sarnax suddenly remembered that, if you play with fire, you get burned. And nothing burned him worse than seeing Shepherd betray him, while under the influence of the sarcophagus. So he pulls away. He pulls away, and ignores the warmth of Shepherds fire, no matter how much he yearns to drown himself in the flames.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Heartbreak is a natural human response to being hurt in your heart by a person, a system, or an experience. In other words, being in the experience of heartbreak, whether conscious or unconscious, is not "wrong" or "bad." But what's interesting is that heartbreak is not discussed enough in traditional healing spaces yet it is one of the greatest blockages that inhibit the flow of love and moving beyond a survival state. Healing the unresolved heartbreak lingering in your aura/electromagnetic field can be achieved when you spend some quality time in celibacy loving on yourself and preparing your body for intimacy with a new lover (lots of slow baths, slowing down, time in nature, grounding, journaling, cooking your own food, and the like) so that you when you start to date again, you lead with more self-love and self-worth, and not with heartbreak, fear, insecurity, or repression. You must have compassionate time with yourself to dearmour your heart from living through a deep state of trauma which is what heartbreak is. We don't realize that heartbreak is a healthy trauma response to experiencing emotional, physical or spiritual pain but the trauma of it that has to be unwind and released or it can easily impact our breast tissues over time. The heart and the breasts sit closely together for many incredible nourishing reasons. However, what happens to the heart naturally has impact on the breasts. It is also important to note that heartbreak could have happened recently in this lifetime or past ones from your mother line where the unconscious heartbreak you emanate is a kind of karma to be dissolved and released. Lightheartedness then becomes one of your most dominant frequencies that can speed up "time" into a quantum leap. Most people have no idea the level of pyschic trauma, wounding, war, and fear (and love) I was born into and grew up in because I do not walk around in the world with an aura of heartbreak or in patterns of self-loathing, self-doubt, or self-hate. Healing the scar tissue of my heartbreak allowed me to see that my body and life held real value. We were always designed to be Gods, you see. To get our hearts broken and still live and thrive in our beautiful breasts and magical pussies. To fuck the dumb ass narcissist we should have never called back and allow that moment of bad sex to refine our character. To experience a smorgasbord of hardships and still come fully alive in our bodies and in this life. We are here to be Divine creators, you see. We get to make mistakes, take u-turns, and experience the magic, beauty, and harmony in figuring it all out. -India Ame'ye, Author

[synnamonroll666]

Closer

Prompt 6: Knotting/Frottage Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: A lot of surprises come out of dating a Zaterran. But when you have sex in Syzoth's natural form for the first time, you are astonished to learn that the end isn't necessarily the end... Warnings: Knotting, Overstimulation, Half-Monster Fucking, Needy!Reader, Shy!Syzoth (As Usual 🤭), HandJob (Female Receiving), Frottage??? Word Count: 1.2k A/N: So I looked up the meaning of frottage—because I wasn't too sure on what it meant—only to find several goddamn definitions for it! But basically, just rubbing against someone to get sexual friction or getting sexually aroused by getting rubbed on by another person were the main definitions that came up, so I'm just going with that. I hope I got it right and I hope you enjoy it! 😂💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri.

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I screamed out as my orgasm tore through my body. I always knew that sex with Syzoth in his Zaterran form would be amazing, but I never expected it to be like this. Well, he wasn't fully in his Zaterran form—he was only transformed from the waist down. It wasn't that I didn't trust him not to hurt me—it was that he didn't trust himself. Fucking me while half in his natural form was the only way he would at all.

But it wasn't nearly what I had expected. Two dicks came to quite the surprise, but when I felt them both swell within me after he released, that was a whole new level of shock that I felt.

"W-What?" I squeaked out beneath him as I grew to feel more full than ever before. The sudden stretching made both of my holes sting with overstimulation as I clung on to my lover to stay grounded to reality.

"I-I am sorry." He muttered between deep, uneven breaths as he lifted his head from my shoulder to look down upon me. "I should have told you before..."

"Told me what?" I raised a brow in confusion, and he swallowed nervously while hesitating to speak for a moment.

"I... I tend to..." He let out a sigh, as if he were embarrassed to explain to me what was going on.

"Syzoth, you just fucked me in both holes at once. How can you be too embarrassed to talk to me about anything?"

My brutally honest question made him blush deep green due to embarrassment, and for a split second, I felt a small pang of guilt for humiliating my lover.

"I-I-I... You're right... After sexual intercourse, I tend to... Knot..." He stammered out awkwardly and then quickly averted his emerald eyes away from my own as the pine tint on his cheeks deepened with shame.

"Knot?" I repeated, confused by this term I had never heard before.

"To stay close to my mate. Physically, it's to trap my seed inside of you to ensure that I impregnate you. But spiritually—how I see it—it is a way to feel closer and connected to you." His gaze softened while his lips curled into a sweet smile. "It is quite special, really."

"Oh... So, how long does this usually last?"

"Thirty minutes... To an hour..."

"An hour?!" I shrieked loudly, completely stunned by this new information that my mind could barely comprehend.

"Yeah," he smiled sheepishly as he spoke. Then he let out a nervous chuckle, clearly hoping to lighten the mood. "But at least we can stay close for awhile, right?"

"That's true." The corners of my lips lifted to form a loving smile as I gazed up at my currently fuckdrunk mate. I shifted my body slightly to get more comfortable, but winced as both of his knots sent an overwhelming feeling of overstimulated pleasure up my core.

Syzoth noticed this reaction and simply smirked as his eyes studied my features. Judging by the stinging heat in my cheeks, I was sure that I was as red as a tomato; he always loved it when I would blush for him.

"Best not to move, my sweet. I am currently pressed against every bit of you inside. There is no way to move without me pressing deeper into one of your most sensitive spots, causing more overstimulation." He chuckled amusingly as he brought up a hand to gently graze the backs of his knuckles against my cheek.

I let out a shaky breath and slowly nodded my head, agreeing that staying completely still was definitely for the better, before whispering a breathy "Y-Yeah..."

"We can just lay together and wait it out."

"I'm good with that."

He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, and then laid himself down on top of me. Letting out a deep breath and relaxing his body, his weight pressed down fully on me and almost made it hard to breathe. But that wasn't the biggest problem I had. 

The way his chest pressed against me as he laid his weight upon me didn't help at all to dull the aching feeling for more, which was burning between my legs. In fact, it made it worse! Without realizing it, I flexed my nails into his back and cut little angry crescents into his soft skin.

"Oh!" He gasped in shock at my behavior and raised himself just a tiny bit to look down at me with a puzzled expression etched into his features. "Are you ok, love?"

"Syzoth," my voice unintentionally came out in a strained whine as I peered up at my lover with pleading eyes. "I need more."

"Are you sure, sunshine? You've already taken so much toni—"

"I don't care!" I interrupted him with a needy cry. "I need more!"

"O-Ok..." He whispered with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I-I can barely move inside of you at the moment, but perhaps I could satisfy you by rubbing you?"

His suggestion sent chills down my spine, and I nodded my head eagerly to get him to proceed. He then slipped a hand down between our tightly pressed bodies to place a finger against my swollen clit. I responded with a strained whimper as I squeezed his shoulders. As soon as he began moving his digit in a circular motion, my head lolled back into the pillows as I moaned out for more.

Both of my holes clenched his knotted cocks tightly as I went hurdling towards my second orgasm of the night. I instinctively writhed beneath him due to the pleasure becoming more than I could bear, but my movements were restricted under his weight, which was holding me down.

I buried my face into his shoulder as I cried through the stinging pleasure of overstimulation, and he responded with a low hum emitting from his chest as both his cocks twitched within me. Finally—as his fingers picked up speed awhile they rubbed furious circles around my sensitive mound—I came completely undone as I was thrown into an earth-shattering orgasm that had me seeing white. 

My body trembled violently beneath him as I screamed and cried through it, while he whispered sweet praises in my ear that I unfortunately could not comprehend at the time. Once my orgasm came to an end, my whole body fell limp. I still felt so damn full and satisfied, and in that moment, it dawned on me that I had never had such a pleasurable experience in all my life; Syzoth truly was something special.

Despite still being filled to the brim and the overstimulation still nipping at my now-numb holes, I could barely stay awake for another second. My eyes slowly fell shut as I let out a pleased sigh. 

"Good girl; you did so well." Syzoth whispered as he raised a hand to gently caress my hair. I responded by slowly lifting the corners of my lips into a tired smile and although I could not see him, I knew that he most likely mirrored my expression on his own. "Have a rest, my little sunshine. I'll be here when you wake."

And I did, knowing that I would be safe in his arms—that he would be there for me when I would wake. I let myself finally drift off to sleep, feeling his gentle caresses and knots still keeping us connected. 

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[damianstarastrology]

the twelfth house

when Alice Sparkly Kat wrote about the twelfth house, Ace said "The best way to work with the twelfth house is to follow ghosts". viewing the twelfth house through this lens resonates with me as someone with twelfth house emphasis and an interest in the paranormal.

when I think of the twelfth house I picture the black lodge from twin peaks. it seems ominous and scary at first but it ultimately is something happening behind the scenes, much like how I view ghosts. being haunted by a ghost, like the twelfth house, is scarier than it seems. ghosts are malleable; you can make ghosts go away by simply asking them to. in this sense, the planets in the twelfth house are the ghosts we are haunted by. twelfth house is where all things begin and end. it isn't life and death, that is the eighth house. once something has happened it is over and it cannot hurt us anymore, like a ghost.

I'm currently reading the twelfth house by Karen Hamaker-zondag where she analyzes the twelfth house through a jungian viewpoint. she writes about how babies spend at least one year in the unconscious world during infancy as their brain develops. we absorb the energies and emotions of our parent and the collective through our unconscious minds because our infant brain has no repression mechanism. in other words, our brain cannot protect itself during the first few years of life.we have no memory of what happened during this time but on some level, we know the truth.

the sun in the twelfth house can represent a missing father figure early in life -- the father may have been absent mentally emotionally or physically -- in worst cases the father dies or is separated from the child due to a divorce, in other cases he is disinterested or doesn't have the energy for the children. maybe he comes home from work late, too tired to offer the child any attention or affection, or he avoids responsibility of the child, filling his time doing odd jobs about the house, not contributing much to the household. in many cases the sun can show a very dominant mother figure to devalues and demeans the father.

the result is a deep longing to find oneself. you dont know who you are, what you like or who you want to be, or you are embarrassed of or ashamed of who you are and what you like especially if mercury is involved or there is a link to the fifth house (ex fifth house ruler in twelfth house).

moon in twelfth house indicates an emotionally or physically absent mother figure. she could have spent some time in the hospital for a significant time after childbirth, or suffered postpartum depression preventing her from offering the child warmth and closeness it craves. other times the mother has a difficult relationship with her own mother, or struggles to accept her role as a mother.

in this case the child is hyperaware of others emotions so much that it surpasses its own. you could feel out of touch with your own feelings or not feel anything entirely. sometimes you feel everything and nothing all at once. the emotions of your mother/mother figure are subconsciously tied in with your own so much that you are unable to separate them. you long for the sense of security you have been missing all of your life.

one is not required to fend off the ghosts of their past. in the case of Neptune in the twelfth house the individual is highly attached to their ghosts and learns to live with them. Neptune in the twelfth house, on the ascendent or a connection between Neptune and the twelfth house can show a person who is more likely to suffer from paranoia, phobias and obsessive -- many find it necessary to stay connected to the spiritual realm through spirituality, religion, hellenistic/alternative medicines, yoga, dream work etc.

[oshiawaseni]

My sibling, who is an anime only said they would not be surprised if BKDK became canon considering the depth of their relationship, their interactions, and their character development regarding each other ... despite how Bones added in Izuocha scenes and cut out some critical BKDK moments in most of the seasons so far... And, seeing how one-sided the "love" is between Izuocha, which I believe is deep admiration as of reading the manga- I have to say I agree.

Izuocha, is fine on the surface but is unhealthy. Izuku would not pay attention to Ochaco they he would need to if they were in a relationship. And Ochaco only saw "Hero Deku" rather than all of "Izuku", which would cause her to unknowingly encourage Izuku's reckless self-sacrificial behavior.

BKDK is different because not only they know each other beyond the surface level, but they also have their sights on each other and the mere presence of their partner inspires them to become better and stronger people at heart because they have genuine love for each other...

I honestly do not understand what is in the Dudebros' mind other the fact that they are lacking emotional intelligence and critical thinking... but I will just enjoy what they are missing. (Sorry for rambling...)

Hi anon! Sorry it took me a bit to get back to you (reason in tags). Let me just reply to your ramblings with some ramblings of my own :)

I actually really enjoyed Season 6. The only thing I faulted Bones for, was creating that jarring opening that made out like Ochaco was the hero of the retrieve vigilante Deku mission (which sadly only fueled izuochas more on mhatwt), when it was 1000% Katsuki's doing and there is one panel which proves this beyond a shadow of a doubt.

See this? Who is the one standing in front of Shoto and Tokoyami, addressing the whole class? It's Katsuki! Not Ochaco! She was seated with everyone else. This is why it's so frustrating when they say she was the reason Izuku was brought back to U.A. That arc was all about Katsuki's feelings for Izuku and wanting to return his smile.

He was even so worried he lost sleep over it, wondering where Izuku was, if he was okay… he must have stayed awake in bed, thinking and thinking about Izuku and how he could get him back. Katsuki was used to Izuku being by his side, and it was the first time Izuku had willingly left it. It provided him clarity about how important* Izuku was in his life, which only made him worry even more. (*see also: crucial, vital, imperative, watch me emotionally die slowly inside if you aren't around me anymore.)

Katsuki losing sleep, at a time Izuku was not sleeping was such a symbiotic soul mates power move Hori added in for flavour. I love it SOOO freaking much. There are no lengths this man won't go, to prove how in sync they are with each other, how much they need each other, the empathy they share with each other, even on a completely spiritual level where they share in each other's sufferings, *without even knowing it* such as right here, just like Katsuki wants to share all of Izuku's burdens so that he's not crushed by them.

But with that said, though Bones really dropped the ball on the opening (and 5 previous seasons...*ahem*), there were a lot of curious changes that happened in season 6 that I did love, like Izuku dropping the "tachi" in his sentence which turned his line into "He hurt the person I love…" (instead of people)

and as we saw more of these additional changes Bones made, it got us wondering, did Hori have some regrets with the manga that he was unhappy about and wanted their romance to be more obvious? Was it only natural to get anime viewers up to speed before season 7, because they were going to find out through manga spoilers that Katsuki and Izuku are actually in love? I'd like to think so.

Changes I remember off the top of my head:

Reaching out for little Izuku's hand during Katsuki Bakugou Rising

Katsuki waking up and thinking "Deku…" and remembering his Rising sacrifice and being still hurt from it.

Izuku waiting until he was in Katsuki's arms before he apologised, which made their words of "I'm sorry" and "I know" more intimate and personal to each other. Like Izuku needed Katsuki's forgiveness the most, and Katsuki needed to let Izuku feel that he understands him the most.

Izuku's little "Ka-..." (the English dub did not catch it but I know other dubs did) as he was passing out, which made the entire hug scene feel so much more romantic.

"I'm gonna say your name when I wake up" vs "I'm gonna say your name when I fall asleep." BkDk: Always on each other's minds. All the time.

And one of the most interesting changes of all…

So get this, Ochaco gets a hand hold grab in the opening which canon-wise holds about as much weight as an "illustration" … and in the actual anime content, she grabs his wrist area instead of his hand like in the manga. Making her hand hold IN THE CANON CONTENT so impersonal. Almost as if to make up for the horrible opening they made. Why this was done still remains a mystery to us today… but I hope it's because Horikoshi asked them to make Izuocha stop being seen like a couple, and more like the friends they are.

And then, about the "brothers" "friends" comments antis love to make about bkdk. Well yeah, they're coping. In fact, Hori has shied away from labeling them friends several times when he could have! "Midoriya-kun is our friend" says Iida - with multiple people from the class, including Ochaco, presented in the panel… and Katsuki is nowhere to be found.

Or like when sAFO called Katsuki "Izuku's closest person" (motto mo naka ga ii) where it would have been WAY more natural to call him "shinyu," aka, "best friend." But that's the thing, Hori runs away from calling them friends like it's the plague LMAO

Really makes you wonder… was sAFO (I'd rather just call it AFO at this point because it's his personality being dominant vs Katsuki) alluding to hidden romantic feelings Izuku hides for Katsuki that his secret gaydar quirk picked up? Could be. In a way, at the time it happened, it felt to me like Horikoshi himself was talking to us through him, telling us very explicitly, "You're damn right. They're gay."

Either way, skirting around this label for them is being done on purpose by Hori. Like his hidden way of saying "Yeah they might be acting a bit more like the best friends they were always meant to be as kids, but their feelings for each other are not 'friendly' AT ALL. Because platonic friendship is not where these two are headed." And there are STILL hidden feelings they haven't managed to say to each other yet! The content Horikoshi has been itching to draw for YEARS that he is finally getting to. All that soft bkdk romance we've been waiting for is coming SO SOON!!! and I am HERE for it anon! 🔥

2023 will forever be known as the year of BkDk canon... these are very exciting times. <3

[fig-blossom]

The 3 of Swords - Thoughts from my heart

With its image of a heart pierced by three swords, it’s easy to read this card as speaking of heartbreak, betrayal, or separation. But this surface interpretation doesn’t seem to fully align with the card’s deeper essence. For starters, the number 3 doesn’t typically indicate an ending, a catastrophe, or an irreversible wound. On the contrary, it’s often associated with construction, transition, creativity, growth, and community/unity. It is also the number of the Major Arcana card, The Empress (representing the goddess Aphrodite): symbolizing fertility, nurturing, care, life-giving energy, and unconditional love.

Moreover, the 3 of Swords doesn’t belong to the suit of Cups, which would seem like a more natural choice for a card that supposedly deals with emotions, relationships, or heartbreak. Swords, on the other hand, are linked to intellect, logic, clarity, judgement. In English, the word "sword" is almost the word "word."

The 3 of Swords, at its core, should represent a stage in the process of mental transition or transformation. It could very well represent hurtful words, thoughts, or truths, however the number 3 would suggest that this hurt isn’t fatal - and is merely a step toward greater (shared?) growth.

Rain can be seen as a symbol of purification. It clears polluted air—a manifestation of the element of water (associated with the suit of Cups) cleansing the element of air (associated with the suit of Swords): "Let your feelings speak and wash over your thoughts." The clouds (representing mental confusion) that were holding this rain will eventually disappear as they release it, and the water will slowly return to the earth (the suit of Pentacles: materiality, health and body, manifestation...), nourishing the soil from which grow the trees (the suit of Wands: purpose, intention, action, passion...). "After the rain comes the sun.” As the number 3 suggests, this rain won't last—and furthermore, it serves as spiritual nourishment, facilitating growth and renewal on all levels.

Naturally, the rain also evokes tears—emotions expressed openly. The heart on the card is exposed, out in the open for all to see. Perhaps this card urges us to finally express those fears that paralyze our hearts. It might suggest “bursting the abcess” that grew from old thorns still lodged deeply inside, to better cleanse and heal it.

The swords pierce the center of the heart—they’re at the heart of the heart. This could symbolize that emotions lie at the center of our logic. Or perhaps that love is at the core of our psyche. Alternatively, it could also suggest that cold logic tyrannizes and seeks to dominate our hearts.

“There is a hole at the center of everything.” This line from the game Night in the Woods stayed with me as I’ve grown. The swords piercing the heart right at its center may represent the emptiness we all feel within and that we try to fill (or mask) with words, adages, or principles—perhaps because we cannot fill it with love and tenderness. But these cold values we try to identify with can be double-edged: by filling the hole in our hearts, they also pierce and wound it. The heart doesn’t bleed, as though it has scarred around the blades, making them harder to remove—but this also means that by plugging the wound, they prevent it from fully healing. At the same time, we notice the heart is not destroyed or shattered. Its wounds aren’t fatal. Without the swords, it might even seem entirely healthy. Surely, it still works, but the swords might bring chronic pain. This all shows both conflict and symbiosis between the head and the heart.

Three swords might also mean three words. When we think of “three words,” we naturally think of “I love you" : the ultimate vulnerability, exposing us like the heart exposed to the elements on this card. Is this what the heart fears, or is it what it longs for? By bringing these three (s)words out from deep within, maybe we can finally free it and let it finish healing, more profoundly this time.

What a better conclusion for a card that is so feared? "Stop trying to silence your feelings with cold reason—it won’t work. The heart beats on and whispers still."