#basically this is any sun but he's suffering

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I feel really bad for Nezha in Taken. Does he, at some point in the story, realize that his hands are really as tied as Guanyin, even if he isn't bound under any binding magic like her?

Our poor boy really blames himself a lot for all this when it was a lose-lose situation. There was no way he could get away with it; not without losses or consequences. Especially since Nezha is going to have a bad time when the others find out the truth, after all, news like that travels fast (even if the others surely try to avoid that at all cost) and I'm sure it won't take long for the emperor to find out about Nezha's (basically) betrayal by going against his orders.

Nezha has known, since the beginning. He's known he was given an impossible task, an impossible mission, and an impossible choice.

it was a lose lose situation. Deny it and let the suffering happen, accept the role and let the suffering happen.

There was just one difference between the two choices- Whether MK lived or not. He wanted to give the child a chance.

He knows, as much as he tries to avoid it, that it is inevitable that the truth will be revealed. most nights, after training and his duties, he simply sits there and waits.

Waits for the end. How it happens, he isn't sure.

In all his long life, he has never felt so alone.

He's tired....

Sometimes, he wishes the truth would come to the surface. Others times, he hopes it never comes. Not for himself.

He has been prepared for his punishment for a long time. Whether it comes from the Jade Emperor, or Sun Wukong and his mate, it matters not.

He only worries for one. The one who means more than this world to him.

[sabrondabrainrot]

🩸🔆Woe Period Cramps Upon Ye🔆🩸

My period started and I did the very healthy and normal thing and gave him cramps too. Almost threw up at work 💗 The chair Sun was me at work for real.

Love ya Sun, this is like ibuprofen.

[xmoriartea]

SVSSS!Sibling Transmigration 2: Electric Boogaloo

a continuation of this nonsense that ya'll seemed to enjoy

While Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe hold hands and jump into the abyss, Airplane is left holding no pizza with the sect on fire (and him-damnit. He could really use a pizza right now)

Shang Qinghua helped organize the Immortal Alliance Conference fiasco, but with his brother's guidance and Mobei Jun's shocking willingness to listen to both of them, Cang Qiong suffers only two losses that day: LBH and SY (none of the other major sects are so lucky, shifting even more power into Cang Qiong (and thus SQH/MBJ)'s sway as they planned)

Shen Jiu (named Qingqiu now ofc, but still Jiu-ge to SY) does not handle his part in this well at all. Did he shove LBH into the abyss? He would say no. He just maneuvered an awakening and unstable Heavenly Demon away from his brother. (Bro did NOT account for said brother to throw himself at LBH and basically take both their asses into the abyss. Not even Airplane saw that one coming tbqfh)

So yeahhh. SJ is not handling this well. While his brother is missing SJ qi deviates no less than two times which has Qing Ding and every peak lord walking on eggshells. No one mentions either of his missing disciples unless absolutely necessary around him. Unfortunately, he spends entirely too much time researching the abyss, tearing through every tome on the peaks

When the lords try to discuss a way to help SJ's instability, the mention of dual cultivation is floated once and while YQY is hand on the trigger to volunteer as tribute, the vehement refusal from SJ has YQY declaring it off limits without hesitation (there are some murmurs about this, but YQY takes pride in protecting SJ and shuts everyone down)

Airplane and SY know each other well enough that he knows SY would be devastated if something happened to SJ (he knows SY had siblings, that he misses them, that his heart aches twice for the family here and home and he won't let him come back to an empty bamboo house. Airplane knows the pain of an empty home and he will find something in his brain to fix it)

This leads to one tense conversation with SJ like "Look I know you fucking hate me but for SY's sake please just listen one time: your brother is coming home. I don't know how exactly, but we both know he's too stubborn not to" (this does not endear him to his villain son, but he would swear SJ glares a little less at him after)

There is then a Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom tier research saga but it's Airplane alone digging through tomes and notes and getting a little xianxia stoned to try and remember the obscure world building he created. (You know what he remembers? That's he created TOO MUCH world building shit while three energy drinks deep at 2am for any one man to remember!! Cucumber-bro get back here!!)

Meanwhile MBJ is playing a differently game entirely while every cultivator is stressed out of their minds. He's got a spy who is assisting him with power grabs that his father would never have imagined. He's courting a pathetic little mouse of a man. LBH is not a name that means anything yet. MBJ is THRIVING. Everyone else is in a drama and he's in a dating sim

And with two Shangs? The first time he does something too aggressive-demonic in his attempt to court a flailing sleep deprived Airplane, SQH is there to be like 'wtf do you think you're doing you beast?' Does SQH nearly get his ass beat for this insult to his king? Maybe a little bit. But!! Airplane gets woo'd! Without bloodshed!! (his own anyway. SQH picks his battles and cannot pry MBJ's desire to hunt big, rare game to prove his worth as a partner to Airplane which ofc leads to moments of the Shang brothers just standing over the corpse of some ancient-possibly-mythical beast just... in their living room on An Ding like 'wtf do we do with this? my king pls')

Of course, the plot finds everyone eventually. And however the fuck it happens, MBJ crosses path with a power-grabbing LBH, is forced to surrender to return home alive to his consort-to-be (MBJ is waiting for the MBJ title to be 100% his before cementing the courtship), becomes second in command to this brat, and goes home to his Shangs to lick his wounds (MBJ does not expect Airplane to shake his face and demand to know if there was a human cultivator with this half-demon brat and then demand to be taken to them if so when MBJ just 'wtf' stares)

Turns out, several years in the abyss even for the protagonist and a man who knows far too fucking much about abyss nuances for a human is still not an easy time Being human in the abyss? It's a dinner bell for every big monster that SY wants to just observe like the worst tourist. LBH cannot figure out why his shixiong keeps putting himself in danger like this (shixiong!! if you know the deadly thing is hiding in this swamp what if!!! we didn't!! go in the goddamn swamp shixiong!!!) But! That abyss knowledge is hard to beat. SY is able to guide LBH through safe routes and help guide him on his demonic journey (LBH ofc asks how his shixiong knows about any of this and SY panic changes subjects like a dozen times. Even in the back of LBH's head Meng Mo is like 'kid IDFK what this brat is but it's not normal and I need you to 1. understand that and 2. do not let him get away') And you know what is great for SY (and by extension LBH)? SY isn't juggling a persona that isn't his. He's allowed to come to terms with himself and his feelings on his terms. He gets to watch his white lotus LBH fight alongside him in the abyss and save his life and oh. OH. Maybe. Maybe he can have this? (SY being SY is still like PLOT EXISTS!! HAREM!! WIVES!! And look. He figures his own shit out a little bit, he's still a blind bastard. He doesn't notice how many wife plots he and LBH have stumbled into together, or how many LBH has skipped entirely. He can just be part of the harem, that's fine. He can live with that. Totally normal thoughts) LBH meanwhile can't even spell harem cause he only has eyes for this weird wonderful shixiong of his Given that the plot is a mess (happening, sure, but a MESS) they stumble into a new wife plot in the abyss (How was SY supposed to know full humans triggered nonsense plots down here?? It's not like LBH's human wives were ever down here with him!!) and so SY might be dying a second time. (Whoops! Whoops! Whoops! (Hey System? STFU if you have nothing useful to offer thank you!!!) But you know what could help this mortal cultivator trapped in the abyss? Demon qi. You know who has a lot of demon qi he doesn't know what to do with?? Best boy Binghe, that's who (they're both young and awkward and SY is dying and Binghe can't lose him. He can't be left alone again. It's declaration and promise and hope and when he kisses his shixiong he wills the transfer of qi between their lips and he can feel the way SY grows stronger in his arms with it) Let's just say that even when they clear the realm of the abyss that threatened SY, LBH still persistently insists that his shixiong share his qi mwah! (SY does not put up half as much complaint as he once might have over his sticky shidi) Also you know SY is going to find some horrific abyssal monstrosity and decide it's just the best and cutest most perfect and loyal pet (it's an honest to god nightmare and everyone they encounter is afraid of it and Binghe shoots it glares whenever it steals his shixiong's affections HOW DARE??) With SY's omnipotent abyss GPS sense and LBH sharing his excess of demon qi with SY, they're able to find Xin Mo, break the seal on LBH's powers, and then continue on his training montage (definitely too unstable to go back to the mortal realm early), also he has a fantastic anchor in SY at his side to soothe the Xin Mo urges and (don't ask shidi, pls he's begging) also teach him how to tame the sword

Cut back to several years of time passing, Airplane squishing his king's face, demanding to know about a human cultivator with this heavenly demon only for MBJ to (still face squished) say he wouldn't call the man at LBH's side human per se but if this is what his Airplane wants, he will take him with him to the meeting LBH has arranged for the following day (now please, let him pout and huff and receive head scritches)

Hey you know how people always get taken aback by Xie Lian being just absolutely filled with ghost qi??? SY is a cultivator, not a god, just a lad trying his best to follow that immortal master path, and he just spent SEVERAL years in the abyss and getting regularly dosed by HEAVENLY demon qi — this boy ain't right anymore, guys. He's definitely feeling some kind of demon-tier different™ after all of this and man is THRIVING because Now That's What SY Calls Lore

Please imagine heavenly demon LBH with a demon-touched SY holding demon court with their weird demon allies when MBJ shows up flanked by two totally human Shangs and the just.... the awkward staring these four members of Cang Qiong do at each other (LBH, oblivious to the spy on the mountain plots, just 'why tf is Shang-shixiong and Shang-shifu here??) (SQH looking at LBH and SY and just taking furious mental notes about these Developments and how this may affect his brother's safety) (SY and Airplane just seconds away from slapping the shit out of each other like cats in a bag just 'where the fuck have you been???' 'what have you done???')

Court gets to proceed as planned, but Consorts Shen and Shang make hasty exits together to figure out just what the fuck has been happening to Airplane's plot (There is minimal sibling-tier beat downs in the process and neither is free from sin)

Airplane explains that SJ is a mess and that they need to do something if SY wants to continue having a brother ('bro, he will go off the deep end soon if he doesn't find you but if he finds you like this BRO WILL GO OFF THE DEEP END!! DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM??')

Their scheming gets them on the idea the Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom and between both their whipped demons, it's very easy to acquire it, cultivate it, and prepare it for SJ (ofc monster loving son SY shares some with a cute snake he sees, obviously)

SY sneaks onto Qiong Ding with their near ready science project and meets with YQY who is... not thrilled with the demonic influence all over his shidi's brother. But he listens, because end of the day they both care for SJ. SY can't risk SJ having another deviation if he sees him, so he entrusts YQY to present this fix to SJ: a way to repair his broken core and shed the scars of his past (ofc they both know he will be suspicious, but after doing his own research, he would take it in a heartbeat)

When SJ has a shiny new and powerful body, that's when LBH and SY return to the sect. No demon army, no attacks, no Huan Hua bs. Just two lost disciples making their return from the abyss. (There is much distrust. SQH plays his role as well as ever, siding with the other lords that certain tests must be passed to ensure they are not demons--- oh wait one of you IS a demon. and the other has been influenced by that one. Mhhh. Mhmmm. This is fiiiiiine)

SJ doesn't deviate! But he is! Mad! There is much yelling and shouting and disciples are made to run around Qiong Ding peak while every other lord just has to sit through the most chaotic family reunion.

But things can go back to normal from here right? Just casual transmigration, not plot threats? (System? System you're laughing. They're having a nice moment and you're laughing)

[parkerslatte]

The Purest Kind of Love || Part Four

Azriel x Fem!Reader x Eris Vanserra

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: blood. minor injury

Summary: Azriel finds himself in the training room with none other than the new High Lord of Autumn and finds an outlet that might satisfy his anger.

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The night he spent sleeping in Y/N’s old bedroom in the House of Wind was perhaps the most peaceful night sleep Eris had had in a long while. Typically his dreams were plagued with the nightmarish acts his father would make him do to others or acts Beron would perform on Eris himself. This time he dreamt of nothing at all and it comforted Eris more than he would like to admit. 

Word had come late the previous night, once Y/N had escorted him back to the House of Wind, that the meeting that was supposed to happen yesterday was happening this evening. Eris had the whole day to do what he wished. He already knew that Y/N wasn’t around as she had some work she needed to complete and Eris already knew that no one else would be thankful for his presence. Instead he dressed in his most basic attire and made his way to the training area.

It had been a while since Eris had gone through his personal training regime, with all the duties that came with becoming a new High Lord, he hadn’t found any spare time. The clothes he wore were thin and breezy, nothing but a pair of trousers and a white tunic– not the best attire to train in but it was the best he had. 

The training area was empty and the sun was only just rising as Eris stalked over to the blades that decorated the wall, he picked one up without a second thought before going through some of his usual movements with the blade in hand. It was heavy in his palm, definitely heavier than his own sword back in the Autumn Court, but it felt nice in his hand. 

Despite Eris going through his training routine, his mind was elsewhere. Since he had killed his father, his mind has not been quiet, thoughts and images constantly plagued his mind– some good, others not so much. The one saving grace however, was Y/N. 

When the bond snapped between them, Eris was terrified– he still was if he was being truly honest with himself. A mate was never on the table for him. He never thought it was even possible that someone like him could have a mate. All hope of him having a mate had been extinguished by the time he was only thirty years of age. By then he didn’t even want a mate, not if he was bringing them into his horrid family. 

Eris never wanted his mate to suffer the same way his mother did with his father. He never wanted to suffer himself if they ended up suffering the same fate as Jessiminda. 

But actually having a mate was a blessing in disguise. All of the messy thoughts that swam around in his brain cleared instantly when he spoke to Y/N, even being in her presence helped him. Eris felt as if he wasn’t mindlessly drifting away from his reality but was grounded next to her– living. 

With a shake of his head, Eris tried to empty all thought from his mind, though it proved quite difficult. The sun steadily rose in the sky as Eris began his training routine again– hoping to calm his mind without the help of Y/N. 

***

Azriel was on his way to the training area when he caught a familiar, comfortable scent that made him stop in his tracks. The scent was one that had comforted him for many years, even before they had started their relationship. It gently wafted from Y/N’s old bedroom and Azriel’s heart twisted. 

He knew that Eris was residing in that room until his business in the Night Court was over. But smelling Y/N’s scent lingering in the air was almost too much for Azriel to bear. 

Despite him not wanting to even see her until he was sure that she had moved on and he had too, Azriel invited her to the meeting yesterday after finding out that neither Rhys or Cassian had told her about it. She was part of the Inner Circle, she was Rhys’s damned researcher. Everything she did contributed to the court– Azriel couldn’t understand why she hadn’t been told. 

However once he had seen her sitting next to Eris, he couldn’t keep it together any longer. The scent of their bond was too much to bear but no one else had picked up on it. Nobody seemed to know. Azriel was never going to tell them of course, that would be Y/N’s decision, but he came close to blurting it out at the meeting. Just out of sheer jealousy. 

Azriel still found it hard to grasp that Y/N had a mate and it wasn’t him. For years– perhaps even before they had made their stupid bargain– Azriel had hoped that the bond would snap between him and Y/N. He had dreamt about it many times. Seeing Eris’s cocky grin at that meeting had sent Azriel over the edge. He wasn’t sure what made him use his shadows to nearly kill the new High Lord, typically Azriel would be able to stay reserved. 

Azriel wasn’t completely sure what stopped him killing Eris, though the moment he looked into Eris’s eyes as he struggled to tell him to stop, Azriel felt as if he came back into his body. All he could think about was how Eris’s death could affect Y/N. Azriel had witnessed how losing your mate could affect someone with Rhys and Feyre– despite Rhys only being dead a few short moments. He could never do that to Y/N. 

The training area was empty– or so Azriel thought when he entered it. It wasn’t until he stilled when he smelt the faint scent of a burning fire. The shadows resting upon his shoulders poised to strike. 

“That is my blade you are using,” Azriel grumbled. “Get off it.”

Eris looked at the blade in his hands. “Oh is it?” For a brief moment, Eris seems to want to say something else but eventually closes his mouth, pressing his lips together. “I was done using it anyway.”

“Hopefully you are done in the training area too,” Azriel snapped, stalking up to one of the training dummies. Cassian had already replaced them. “You aren’t meant to go anywhere unaccompanied.”

“I am not going to be your little caged animal,” Eris growled. “Y/N already gave me permission to go where I wish. She gave me a ring that allows me to winnow in and out of this house.”

Azriel looked at the ring on Eris’s finger and he fought the urge to rip the ring from his corpse. Since no one could winnow in or out of the House of Wind, Rhys had given Y/N special permission to craft a spell to allow her to ‘winnow’ to the house without problem when she needed to access the library. She had crafted the spell into the form of a ring so it was easier for her to channel. Seeing her create one for Eris left a bad taste in Azriel’s mouth. 

“I see,” Azriel said, sending a punch to the dummy. “She shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t see why she shouldn’t,” Eris said. “You seem to forget, Azriel, that I am a High Lord. I should be respected.”

“You are not respected by me,” Azriel said, ending the conversation. 

There was no response from Eris as he continued training with Azriel’s blade. The shadowsinger didn’t stop him, however. All he did was imagine Eris’s smirking face on the dummy and continued to throw punch after punch at it. 

Eris had been spending time with Y/N, that much was clear for her to have crafted him a ring. Even the faint scent of her perfume lingered around Eris, or perhaps that was only Azriel’s imagination. Either way, it only made Azriel’s heart hurt more. Why wouldn’t Y/N spend time with her mate? Azriel never had a chance the moment the bond snapped. 

“Why is it that you are deserving of having Y/N as a mate?” Azriel spoke up before he could even think about stopping himself. 

At that question, Eris was taken aback. His eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to think. Azriel was surprised by this response from the Autumn High Lord. The cocky glint in his eyes was gone and replaced with something more…tender. 

“I am honestly unsure of that myself,” answered Eris sincerely. 

Again, Azriel was surprised. He had fully anticipated a statement perfectly crafted to provoke Azriel. Instead his answer was full of sincerity, even his shadows detected no hint of deception. Somehow it made Azriel feel worse than he already did. 

Continuing to send hit after hit at the dummy before him, Azriel’s hands began to bleed once again. All he could see on the dummy was the face of Eris Vanserra. He was the thing that had flipped his entire life upside down. The moment Azriel had begun to settle down into the life he had beautifully crafted with Y/N, it was ripped away from him in an instant. Their bargain was complete, if they wanted to, Azriel and Y/N could find their way back into the same bed, there was no repercussions now. 

Although, Azriel found that he didn’t want to. The mating bond was much too strong to be ignored and from the way Azriel had scented Y/N perfume outside of her old bedroom where Eris was staying and on the High Lord himself, it was clear where Y/N’s intentions resided. It had happened before with Mor, Elain and Gwyn. 

With Mor, Azriel clung onto hope for five hundred years that a mating bond would snap between them. Despite his family thinking differently, that hope began to die off sooner than many thought. It had come to a stage where Azriel knew his feelings were not reciprocated; and they never would be. 

With Elain, their relationship had been short and only consisted of lingering touches and a near kiss– even then her heart had never fully been in it. And– now looking back on it– Azriel’s heart was never truly in it either. Three brothers and three sisters; it was simple and easy– but it wasn’t truly what Azriel wanted. Of course eventually Elain’s pull to Lucien was too strong for Azriel to even attempt to fight against it– although he found that he never truly wanted to. 

With Gwyn– their relationship was something deeper. Azriel had truly begun to fall for the valkyrie through his proper courting methods. They spent day after day with one another, eventually leading up to sharing a beautiful kiss that made Azriel’s knees weak. However, not even their feelings for one another could trump the power of a mating bond. Gwyn spent less and less time with him, whether it was intentional or not, in favour of spending time with her own mate. 

With Y/N, his feelings had always been different, Azriel had come to realise. It was deeper than simple attraction. He had truly come to savour every single second he spent in her presence. His heart skipped a beat whenever he saw her. His shadows adored her and were constantly dancing around her– even without his instruction. Y/N was the only person Azriel had ever considered living with and building a life with. She was the only person Azriel had ever truly loved– even though he had never told her. 

It was what made everything even harder than it had been previous times. 

“Azriel,” Eris’s voice snapped Azriel out of his silent rage. 

His fist stopped short of the dummy, now covered in blood. Glancing down at his scarred hands, Azriel saw that they were covered in the same deep red as the dummy. 

With a sigh, Azriel picked up more bandages and collapsed on a bench, wings slumping behind him. The gaze of Eris Vanserra burned into him and Azriel could do nothing to escape it. Despite being both taller and older than the High Lord, Azriel couldn't help but shrink under his gaze. 

“If you want to take your anger out on anything,” Eris began, his voice smooth and full of understanding. Azriel detested it. It hadn’t even been a full day since he nearly killed him. When Azriel looked at Eris’s neck, he could still see one of the scratches from where he clawed at his own throat. Eris continued to speak. “Take your anger out on me.”

“You think I haven’t been pretending that training dummy hasn’t been you this whole time?” Azriel remarked.

“Wouldn’t it be more satisfying if you were to hit the real thing? Well, if you are fast enough that is,” Eris said, a cocky grin stretching across his face. 

The blade in Eris’s hands shone brightly in the sun and it took everything in Azriel’s body not to move and snatch the blade out of his hands. Instead he opted for taking the blade Cassian usually used from where it was situated on the wall. Cassian’s blade felt wrong in his hand but Azriel didn’t demand to switch blades with Eris. 

“First to draw blood wins,” Azriel grumbled. 

“Boring,” Eris sighed. “Here I was ready to fight to the death and you simply suggest first to draw blood? Child’s play.”

Azriel ignored him before walking the other side of the training pitch. “Get in position–”

There was no time for Azriel to finish as Eris had already lunged at Azriel with the blade, his movements elegant and graceful. Far different from an Illyrian’s style of fighting. Azriel just managed to block it, metal clashing together. 

“You cheated,” Azriel said. 

Eris smirked. “I didn’t, you simply were not prepared.”

Azriel pushed back on his blade and put distance between himself and Eris. Azriel had never seen Eris in the midst of battle before, even when himself and the others had helped him take down his father, the killing blow to Beron was done behind closed doors. Eris stepped out carrying the head of his father. Azriel never thought he had it in him. 

“What is with this walking? Are you trying to determine which side I favour? Where my weak spots are?” Eris questioned, tossing the blade from one hand to the other with practised ease. That was when Azriel realised that he favoured no hand, the High Lord would be able to fight with either one just as well. 

“This is a fight not a discussion,” Azriel mumbled. 

“Then are you going to strike me? Or are we going to continue to circle one another like two animals ready to mate?” Eris teased, a glint of arrogance in his eyes. 

Azriel let out an animalistic growl and lunged forward. Eris deflected with ease. “You can do better than that, shadowsinger. You are not going to kill me. I was the general of the Autumn Court armies, I know how to take a beating.”

Every attack Azriel sent Eris’s way, he deflected it with ease, not even breaking a sweat. It bothered Azriel to no end as he began to get more and more worked up. Of course Eris is a much more graceful fighter than him. Y/N would be much more suited to someone with Eris’s particular style of fighting rather than Azriel’s. 

Eris tutted as he stretched his neck. “Getting tired already, Azriel. It’s a shame, I thought that the spymaster of the Night Court would have more stamina than this.”

Azriel had had enough of Eris’s taunts and threw his blade towards Eris. If the High Lord was fast enough, which Azriel knew that he was, he would dodge it with ease. However, when the blade sliced Eris’s cheek, Azriel panicked. 

The room was suddenly quiet and Eris’s head was turned away from Azriel. Despite his dislike towards Eris, Azriel had the urge to check if he was okay. He fought every instinct within himself to step closer to the High Lord. 

Suddenly, Eris laughed, his body slowly turning back to Azriel. There was blood flowing down his cheek but the cut was shallower than Azriel originally thought. In a few days it would be as if it never happened. “My, my, Azriel. You only said that it was first to draw blood.”

“It was,” Azriel muttered. “And I clearly beat you.”

“Only because I let you,” Eris replied, lifting his shirt up to wipe away the blood flowing down his face. 

Azriel’s eyes fell to where Eris’s torso was exposed. Although he was leaner than Azriel, Eris was still covered in firm muscle littered with faint, barely visible freckles. Though what Azriel noticed first was the thin scars covering his torso, a large one wrapping around his body towards his back. Eris’s shirt was quickly pulled down. 

“My eyes are up here, shadowsinger,” Eris said, his voice unusually firm. 

Azriel’s gaze returned to Eris’s, whose earlier cockiness had completely vanished. The cut across his cheek began to bleed once more, though there wasn’t nearly as much blood as before. 

“Now,” Eris said, “did that make you feel better?”

“Honestly,” Azriel said with a sigh, “no.”

Eris only nodded, the gleam of the scratches on his neck catching the light. Something about the two injuries upon Eris made Azriel feel guilty. Eris had done nothing in retaliation and had acted as an outlet to Azriel’s anger, without knowing what directly caused it. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t do more damage,” Eris remarked. 

Azriel was silent for a moment, contemplating his next words carefully. “Y/N wouldn’t want me to do that.”

There seemed to be no hint of surprise on Eris’s face that Azriel knew of their mating bond. He had already known. 

“I need to clean up before the meeting later and I suggest you do as well,” Eris said, turning his back to Azriel. 

Azriel looked at the blade and back to Eris. He hadn’t noticed before but the blade he had picked out was the one Azriel typically used in his right hand. Eris hadn’t moved it out of his left except when he taunted Azriel. Azriel’s gaze trailed down to the inkstain on Eris’s right hand, a clear indication of which had he preferred. The assumption Azriel had made was wrong. 

“You let me win,” Azriel muttered. 

“It took you long enough to catch on,” Eris replied, without turning around. “I favour my right hand but proceeded to use a blade made for your right hand in my left. My intention was never to win. You needed an outlet for your anger, so I gave you one. An angry male is a dangerous one– believe me when I say that.”

A heavy sigh slipped past Eris’s lips as he inclined his head towards Azriel, his eyes cast to the floor. “Y/N told me the details of the bargain the two of you made. We may not like one another Azriel, but do believe me when I tell you that I am sorry. I never wanted to get in the centre of what seemed like a wonderful relationship.”

Without another word, Eris swiftly left the room. Azriel remained in silence, watching where Eris had disappeared. The bastard had let him win. Eris allowed his body to be used as a punching back for Azriel’s anger– anger Eris already knew was directed at him. 

Not feeling up to training anymore, Azriel shot up in the sky and away from the House of Wind.

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[gladiatorcunt]

Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

[thefreakandthehair]

apollo, who?

prompt: beach day | pairing: steddie | wc: 1.5k | rating: teen & up | tags: eddie munson pov, athletic steve, post-canon fix it, pining, reciprocated crushes | written for @pearynice for the @strangerthingswritersguild April Fools exchange! 💕☀️🌊

There are three absolute truths when it comes to Steve Harrington: 

The first is that Steve is a gifted athlete. 

The second is that Steve was born to thrive in the summertime. 

And the third, much to Eddie Munson’s chagrin and horror, is that the combination of the first two truths will be his undoing. In public, no less, because the universe has apparently concocted a plan to let Eddie live but to make him suffer nonetheless. 

Unloading the van had been easy enough— Steve grabbing the cooler stacked to the brim with soda, water, and snacks and Eddie watching as he’d trekked through the sand to where Robin and Nancy set up their chairs and beach umbrella. Most of the kids were long gone already, staking their claim with blankets and towels a few feet away from Robin and Nancy, leaving Eddie to snag the sunblock he’s basically been made to swear a blood oath to Wayne that he’ll apply generously over his scars. 

He leans back over the passenger seat to grab it from the center console, along with his walkman and sunglasses, and when he turns back around, he stops dead. 

Steve’s shirtless.

In the span of ten seconds, Steve’s already shirtless on the beach, nothing but swim trunks hanging from his hips, and Eddie realizes he’s underestimated how fucking beautiful this sight might be. 

The edge of Lake Michigan laps at the rippled sands as Steve reels back and tosses a football that Eddie’s pretty sure materialized out of nowhere to Lucas a few yards down the shore. All of his freckles and moles and scars out on full display, the sun beats down on his tanned skin and uncharacteristically messy hair that Eddie’s watched slowly morph from chestnut to ash brown over the course of the season. 

As Eddie applies his stupid sunblock, he lets himself stare unnoticed. Lucas throws what Eddie assumes is a good pass if Steve’s celebratory, “Great spiral!” means anything and when he puts on his sunglasses, it’s more to shield the blinding light of Steve’s smile than the sun. Maybe it’s cliche, maybe it’s overdone and contrived, but Eddie can’t stop himself from comparing Steve to a Greek fucking God. 

Apollo, who? 

El appears next to Steve and Eddie continues to watch— about three layers of sunblock in at this point because he’s lost track— as Steve demonstrates something. Holding the football in one hand, he points at the laces and seems to check in with El for understanding before handing it over to her and adjusting her grip slightly. When she attempts to throw it to Lucas, it falls short and lands in the sand just a few feet away from where she and Steve stand. 

Eddie’s chest fucking swells as Steve trots over to grab it and simply hands it to her again, smile in place to counteract El’s pout. Three or four tries later, the ball flies straight enough for Lucas to catch it and Jesus H. Christ, Steve cheers like she scored a touchdown, or whatever the fuck it’s called. 

He can’t leave the side of the van. If he makes his way down to the beach, it’ll be all over for him. He’ll have to hide in the water the entire time, and now there’s too much sunblock on his face to blame the inevitable flush on sunburn. It’s fine, he can hang back. Everyone looks preoccupied anyways and with any luck, no one will notice he’s not enjoying the surf and sand with everyone else until it’s time to leave— 

“Eddie!” 

Right, he thinks to himself. I have no luck. 

Steve waves at him to come join, turning that sunshine smile directly at him and it’s a direct hit. Apparently, even on the opposite side of the sands, he’s still a goner. 

“Eddie! C’mon, what’re you waiting for?” He calls out again, both hands resting on his hips. 

It does nothing to quell his urge to stare at places friends aren’t supposed to stare at. As far as he knows, the only person to have picked up on his unfortunate crush is Nancy, who’d seemed to understand the importance of discretion and hasn’t said a word. If he can leave this beach day with his secret intact, he’ll chalk it up as a success. 

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” 

With a deep breath, he locks and slams the passenger door to the van and walks out onto the hot sand, barefoot with his sneakers in one hand, SPF 70 in the other, and sunglasses hung over his nose. Distantly, he recognizes the grittiness of the sand beneath his toes and the earthy scent of the freshwater stretching out for miles in front of him but more acutely, he just keeps his eyes on Steve. 

Please let these glasses be tinted, he thinks. 

“Finally, what the hell were you doing up there?” Steve asks when he makes it down the narrow path lines with tall grass. 

“Aw, did you miss me, Big Boy?” Eddie drones with a smirk. If he just acts normal, no one will know the difference. It’s not like Steve ever flirts back—

“And if I did?” 

He hasn't planned for that response. All he’s prepared for is a gentle eye roll, maybe a flustered laugh or furrowed brow, and now Steve’s shirtless, sun-baked, sweat dripping from his temple and suggesting he missed him. 

What the fuck. 

“Heads-up!” Lucas yells and Steve turns just in time to take two steps backward and catch the football coming in their direction. 

There’s no way for Lucas to have known he’d just saved Eddie from something horrendously embarrassing, but he’ll find a way to thank him all the same. 

“Ever throw a football?” Steve holds the oblong ball in one hand, wiggling it at shoulder height with a grin. “I taught El how to throw a spiral, so I think I can teach you, too.” 

Okay, actually, he’s still being subjected to something humiliating. 

“Sports have never really been my—”

“Don’t start with that, c’mere. It’s easy.” Steve gestures with a nod of his head for Eddie to join him further out on the beach and like a satellite to its orbit, he follows. 

It takes way more attempts than it did El— something Max was all too quick to point out loudly— but he does eventually throw something that Steve considers a spiral. Maybe it would’ve taken fewer tries if Steve hadn’t insisted on standing directly behind him, adjusting his stance and grip with his chest damn near pressed against Eddie’s back. 

Of all the unfair cards life has dealt him, this has to be the worst. More than once, he makes eye contact with Nancy who raises an eyebrow and smirks before returning her attention to whatever she and Robin are talking about. 

Probably him. Him and Steve and his dumb, dumb, dumb crush that’s ruining his life. It’s fine. 

When he finally throws the ball at an acceptable angle, Steve claps him on the shoulder and stands next to him, effectively draping an arm over both shoulders. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He swallows and turns, breath catching his throat. All of the sun has brought Steve’s freckles to the forefront, a shade darker than usual with new tiny pinpricks of color appearing along his nose with a faint pink hue along his cheekbones. 

If they weren’t in public, he’d do something very, very stupid. Instead, he clears his throat subtly and finds words. 

“Sure, yeah, I’m a regular sports guy now, Steve. Guess I’ve gotta find something to teach you, huh? Y’know, return the favor?” 

“I’ve always wanted to learn guitar. You can show me the basics some time. Or uh,” Steve grins and lowers his voice. “I’m sure there are some other things we can learn together.” 

Eddie’s fully lost track of how many times he’s been caught off-guard so far today, but this one takes the cake. Steve’s fucking flirting with him. Actually flirting with him. Beating him over the goddamn head with it, really. 

“Yeah! Yeah, uh, yeah,” he repeats, smooth. “To both, I mean. Yeah, to both.” 

Steve squeezes his shoulder and unravels his arm with a hopeful expression. 

“We’ll talk more when we aren’t surrounded by nosy shits, especially those two,” Steve nods at Robin and Nancy who wave with their fingers. “In the meantime, race you to the water?” 

“What is it with you jocks?”

He barely has time to get the question out before Steve takes off, plunging into the water a solid foot before Eddie even reaches the shore. 

“That’s cheating, Harrington!” He bellows, running through the sand to join him, heart thundering between his ribs and head still spinning from what just happened. 

“Sounds like what I’d expect from someone who just lost,” Steve shoots back, taking a breath and submerging himself before popping back up. 

Hair slicked back with the freshwater of Lake Michigan, Eddie watches as Steve runs both hands through it, then down his face and back into the lake. Water droplets glisten off his skin and Eddie wades a little closer, finding Steve’s hands once they’re submerged enough to disguise it. 

“Oh, contraire,” Eddie muses. “I feel like I just won.”

[alwayscorvus]

A hug for a precious teammate

A hug for a precious teammate

malereader x Jiyan, fluff;

i already have an idea for a longer post ("normal" 4 my acc) but for now just a quick short. Jiyan can be a little out of character

He stood alone in the middle of a field, surrounded by emortia flowers. His green robes blew gently on the wind. With his back turned to you, he looked into a distance. Onto a horizon where an outline of Jinzhou city painted itself.

You approached him at a distance of few steps.

-I knew I would find you here.

Hearing your voice, chills went through Jiyan. But not the unpleasant ones, rather those of excitement.

He turned his head back, looking at you over his shoulder. Warm rays of setting sun gushed on both sides of his face, trying to escape past his figure. As a result, his face shimmered with a bright, yellowish glow of light. Messy strands of his hair (which, as always, managed to break out from not-so-perfect ponytail) flew in all directions. His facial expression represented surprise. You saw him taking a sudden gasp of breath after a spin. Yet, at sight of you, corners of his lips lifted slightly upward.

Even though an image in front of you was breathtaking, you put your focus on his eyes. They showed so many emotions. Sadness, grief, suffering. But also some sort of gratitude and relief.

A desire for touch, for warmth of another person.

You involuntarily spread your arms in an inviting gesture. And Jiyan instantly spun on his heel.

It took just a seconds. Jiyan immediately seized an opportunity. He ran into your embrace.

Before you had time to realize, your body was being squeezed tightly by a man's strong arms.

You looked down. Jiyan was stubbornly snuggling his head into your chest, avoiding eye contact.

-I'm sorry. I should be there with you.

You said with a genuine remorse. Now you deeply regretted not accompanying him today.

You knew that returning to the past by experiencing Riverside Games could be painful for your man. However, you hoped that if you let him go alone, he wouldn't be limited to only your company. And that he might be able to reintegrate with other rangers. On a different level -not only restricted to work and duties. Besides, this wasn't your festival.

That's why you decided to go to work.

However, after that decision, for a few good hours, you suffered with great guilt. You couldn't concentrate on your job. Especially after you found out that the festival got suspended. You were unable to complete any task properly. You were basically useless. To the point where your supervisor - Mortefi ordered you to leave.

Jiyan rapidly shook his head in denial. He didn't loosen his grip even slightly. You were slowly running out of breath. But you knew it was the only thing you could do for him at that moment.

-I planted a seed - he said quietly, slowly choosing his words - With Rover

-But I want to plant one with you as well - he added quickly, this time lifting his face up and looking directly into your eyes.

His golden orbs sparkled slightly with hope. Somehow like with an anticipation of approval.

-I know I know -you changed your voice to as calm and tenderful as possible- We are gonna do this

You placed your hands gently on his back and slowly began to make a circles on them. Trying as much as possible to soothe his nerves after today's events.

Jiyan dropped his head again and tightened his grip more. Even though, a second before you hardly believed that it was possible.

However, that gesture did awaken you. You looked around. And your eyes caught a glimpse of midnight rangers. Standing in the distance, guarding Knell Square. They weren't looking in your direction, not paying attention to you at all. Whether out of respect or ignorance.

But still, if this were to change, you had to do something.

Jiyan wouldn't want anyone to see him in such state. Especially his subordinates, to whom, as a general, he looked like a pure perfection. An example of someone unbreakable and with an unbelievable courage.

You were the first and last one to whom he deliberately showed his vulnerable side.

It wasn't often, because he mostly tried to play tough. Even outside of work, he felt a sense of responsibility. Though in this case, for the two of you. For your prosperity and well-being.

That just how his character was.

Sometimes, however, emotions took over him. Just like now. And Jiyan allowed himself to seek for a support in your presence.

With your right hand, you delicately grabbed his jaw and lifted his head up. His eyes were no longer glowing with ordinary sparkle. Shine came from a liquid that had accumulated inside them. Tears that he struggled hard to not let out.

-But we will get home first, okay?

Jiyan nodded and you leaned down to lovingly kiss his other cheek.

-Let's go - you said, moving away from him slightly and secondly putting one arm around his waist.

Jiyan tiredly laid his head on your shoulder and let you lead the way to your house. To your safe space.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hiii, I think it must’ve been like, 5 years since I ever sent an ask to an x reader blog lol. I’m doing it now since this whole year has just been plagued with health issues for me and rn my ribs/lungs/diaphragm/something on the sides are aching like hell T^T so I could rlly use some comfort from the sun and moon monkeys with a reader who suffers from health issues 🥺 not picky about gender or whether it’s s/o or platonic or if it’s a drabble or hcs, whichever feels right/easiest for you to write. Tysmmm 💚

💜🌙 Health Issues — Macaque and Wukong x GN Reader HCs 👑🧡

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- Wukong has a history of being involved with medicine, so he might try to use more traditional/mystical methods to try and ease any aches and pains

- Macaque would be slightly more out of the loop, but he'd research more modern methods to try and help you out

- They're very accommodating to what you can or can't do, they're very willing to do anything you feel like you can't and are never judgemental if there's any small task that you don't feel up to

- Wukong usually has to train or monitor MK, so Macaque would probably be home most often. He might snark a little here and there, but he's very attentive with your needs. He remembers everything you need and gives you medication exactly on schedule, and he encourages you to eat and drink water regularly to keep your strength up

- When Wukong is home, he's usually right by your side if you're alright with it, making sure you're as comfortable as possible and keeping up his laid-back attitude to try and keep you in high spirits

- They surprisingly argue as little as possible around you, not wanting to make your physical ailments worse by adding mental strain on top of it. They keep their usual spats down to just the occasional off glance, and if they really need to fight, they do it outside of wherever you're staying

- Macaque is attentive to your smaller needs, making sure you have your little creature comforts and keeping things maintained on that level, while Wukong tries to make you your meals and prep activities for you to do to keep you entertained while also making it easygoing to reduce strain

- It's likely that MK visits you at some point cause he hears about your health problems from Monkey King. He might ramble your ear off for like an hour and a half before Wukong pulls them back

- If Macaque can't be near you for whatever reason, he uses shadow clones to stay nearby and take care of you in his stead, while Wukong would produce clones from his hair to do the same. You're basically never alone unless you specifically ask to be, then they pull back the efforts and allow you room to relax

[aglaias-blog]

"Sleep well, my Queen"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: This is pure smut. Porn without a plot. MDNI!!!

I felt inspired by this post, found on @hamatoanne 's blog, made me want to write again. Please be gentle with me, it's been a while 😭 anyway, have fun!

TW: afab!reader, corruption kink if you squint, somnophilia, just porn basically

Summary: Aemond wakes one morning, needing you badly. But you are fast asleep. What is he to do?

“Fuck”, he cursed under his breath, as he turned on his back, hiding his face from the sun under his arm. You were still sleeping next to him on your side, your soft body naked under the covers.

The sun rays playing on his face were the first thing that woke him up. The light that was reflecting on his sapphire eye drew colourful patterns on the wall. The warmth was pleasant, the blinding light – not so much. And then came the crushing realization that it was all a dream.

It was a dream that made him wake up with his cock already leaking precum. The dream being a continuation of what happened last night, when you gave yourself to him completely, allowing him to take control. Your body writhing beneath his, no way to escape. And yet you looked so content, so in your own blissful space, so vulnerable, so pure, so open with him - submitting yourself to him, knowing that you were completely safe…

He groaned at the thought, and he couldn’t help himself as his hand travelled down, over his chest, his abdomen and down to his cock that was laying hard on his belly. His fingers wrapped around it, hard, trying to give himself some form of relief as quickly as possible. He kept yanking at it almost angrily, but it wasn’t enough – it wasn’t enough! Fuck!

 It never was enough when he tried to pleasure himself, he always ended up frustrated! It was as if he betrayed his own body, knowing that he needed you, but still trying to find release by himself.

The exasperation was clearly written on his face. His lower lip began to swell slowly as it was trapped between his teeth and he bit down on it hard, his brow furrowed in desperation and his cheeks flushed. It was clear that this wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t do, he needed more, he needed you, he needed-

He snapped around the moment he heard the moan. The moan that he was sure left your mouth. He wasn’t imagining things now, was he? He turned on his side hastily, laying one hand on your upper arm gently. Were- were you awake?

“My love?”, he tried, now slowly tracing your spine with his fingers.

No response. Just another one of those damned soft moans that he usually loved, but now he was sure they were going to drive him mad. If only you knew how badly he wanted you right now.

“Don’t do this to me…”, almost sounding pained, he threw himself back on his back, rubbing his hands over his face.

He was suffering at your hands, and you didn’t even know it! The situation was ridiculous, if he wasn’t so frustrated, he would laugh at it. Running his hand through his loose hair roughly, he tugged at the strands, his other hand buried in the sheets with his knuckles turning white.

Your soft breathing continued, but the quiet moans that kept coming from you made him wonder if you were having the same dream that he had not long ago. He remembered slowly that you two had talked about situations like this - but until now the opportunity had never presented itself, he always had to be somewhere, he always was required by somebody early in the morning, but now…If he had any doubt about taking action, the soft whine that left your body made sure to make any resolve falter. He couldn’t fight the storm that was raging inside him any longer.

“Gods”, he murmured. Turning back on his side, he brought his hand up to your shoulders and traced them gently, before moving down to let his hand slide down your sides, and over your hip. Goosebumps rose on your skin, but there was no change in your breathing pattern, no sign that you were going to wake up. And no sign that you knew what was happening. His heart was beating brutally in his chest - never had he thought that he would find this so arousing. But when his fingers finally found their way to your cunt, every thought was wiped from his mind. He bit back a moan when he realized how wet you were, your wetness already smeared between your upper thighs. It was clear now what kind of dream you were having.

His mouth found its way to your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. He easily slid a finger inside, then two, groaning into your shoulder at the obscene wet sound. Pumping them in and out of you slowly, he quickly knew that you were more than prepared.

If he wasn’t so frustrated, he would be embarrassed about how desperately he wanted to be inside you. But his precum had already formed a wet spot on the bed linen and his mind was foggy with the need for you, for anything you could give him. Any thoughts about his dignity and virtues like patience were left for later. And so, not wasting anymore time, he lined himself up with you quickly, grabbing your hip gently. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that tore from his throat as he finally, finally, was sheathed deep inside you. Your wet, hot core enveloping him completely. He stayed still for a while, doing other wise would have surely made him cum embarrassingly quickly.

He fought the urge to rut into you savagely, trying to keep some form of dignity, trying to hold back, trying to prove to himself that he wasn’t doing any of this selfishly – but there was no denying it. You made him lose control. And the worst part was that you didn’t even know it. You weren’t even aware of the kind of effect you had on him.

Slowly, his hand found its place on your breast, tracing slow circles around your nipple, feeling it harden. He squeezed it hard, the flesh spilling over between his fingers. Then, his fingers slowly ran between your breasts, down over your soft stomach, further down, down, until he finally reached your clit.

He tried to be gentle when he pulled out slowly and pushed himself to the hilt inside of you again. But there was no use, the moment he felt your heat and wetness again, he couldn’t hold himself back. It was addicting.

So he slammed himself into you, over and over again, whimpering into you shoulder, praising you, although he knew that you weren’t even awake.

The moment he touched it, he felt you clench around him. Hard. And he couldn’t hold back his pathetic moan at the sensation. He wanted to feel it again and again, so, encouraged, he rubbed lazy circles around it, circles that quickly became more urgent, the more he felt you squeeze around him.

..................................................................

You awoke with your body spasming, not knowing what was happening. The hot, white pleasure you felt was almost akin to the one you felt in your dream – but this one felt so much more real. A desperate moan tore from your throat before you could realize why it even formed, and you felt him inside. Instinctively you knew it was him. Only he could reach that spot deep inside you, only he could make you shiver and tremble like this. You felt his warmth, his tall body behind you, moving in and out of you ruthlessly, his moans falling freely from his lips, his hot breath on your shoulder…

And then your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, unforeseen. It completely overwhelmed you, your body trembling so hard you thought he would slip out of you, your body searching for the sensation he gave you, but at the same time trying to escape it, it was too much, too much…

“Aemond!”, you gasped out, your hand blindly reaching for him behind you.

He heard your unsaid plea and held you close, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and stilling his movements, so that he could feel you completely, holding you in place. His angel, his only salvation, spasming on his cock; the only innocent being in his life was having no part in his doing and he almost felt guilty, like you were losing more of your innocence the more time you spent with him.

“Oh, Gods”, you heard him groan through gritted teeth, only now did you realize what was truly happening. The fogginess of sleep had left you now, the confusion you had in the beginning making place for giddiness. You had fantasized about mornings like this, but now that it was happening, you couldn’t believe it. The thrill you felt went through your body like an electric shock.

He knew now that you were awake, if your reaction and the way you held his hand in a tight grip was any indication. Your moans became louder the moment he picked up his merciless pace again, touching that sensitive spot inside you over and over and over again.

“My love – fuck, you’re going – you’re going to make me cum- please”, you heard him moan behind you, as if you were the one in control. He was the one who had his arm wrapped tightly around your torso, while his other hand now had your throat in a tight grip – and yet it felt like he gave himself over to you.

Your moans turned into desperate sobs, the moment he lost control. You were so close to the edge again, your senses heightened to the max. You felt him trembling behind you, drawing one shuddering breath after the other, trying to restrain himself, trying to keep some form of control, but his thrusts grew rougher and rougher and when he felt you clench around him, he couldn’t help himself. He came inside you with a growl, his hips thrust up into you involuntarily, spilling everything inside you, while sinking his teeth into your shoulder, trying to stifle his helpless moans. He felt you clenching down on him hard, your own whimpers and moans spilling from your mouth. His jaw went slack, engrossed in the sensation, he pressed you down on his cock to feel every squeeze of your peak, not allowing you to escape his bruising thrusts.

“Gods, you feel so good, you’re being so good for me”, praises fell from his lips, as he kept you close to his body, littering little kisses on your shoulder. “So, so good for me, princess.”

His frantic breathing slowly calmed down; he was still reveling in the aftershocks of your second orgasm.

“Holy Seven”, he groaned behind you, coming down from his high. His grip on your relaxed slowly, and he began to gently stroke your side with one hand, the other caressing your chest. You relaxed in his embrace, the weight of sleep on your eyelids.

“You did so well, my love”, he murmured, “I’m so proud of you.”

You only hummed in return, your sleepiness catching up to you. But when he tried to pull out of you, your hips chased his to not let him slip out. You heard him chuckle lightly. “Alright, alright…”, he said, and if you only turned around, you’d have seen a cocky grin on his face.

He pulled you close by your hips again, his hand caressing them lazily.

“Sleep well, my Queen”, he whispered in your ear, before drifting off to sleep himself.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Sun Wukong is such a cool character across the board since if you genderbent the character - very little would change other than the reactions of those around them.

LMK: Same character. Only difference is brief confusion from MK and Tang, who adjust their pronouns when speaking of Dawn accordingly. Relationship with Macaque unchanged.

Hero is Back: Short red hair, chewing on hay, tall af? Thats half the butch farmers in my county. Liuer has a brief moment of "The Great Sage is a woman?" before going straight back to fanboying about how cool Dasheng is. Zhu Bajie is likely shocked and appalled that he was defeated by a woman - tho still shoots his shot. Attract does not work on Dasheng. Story accidentally becomes a tale of a mother sacrificing her life to protect her son, and ends with the son sacrificing himself to protect his new mother.

Reborn: Still a chaotic hissing gremlin of a monkey. Brief moment of funny where the very feminine Taoist acolytes misgender Smokey as male since she still looks the same. Zhu Bajie hesistates to hit on Smokey (despite her very convincingly diguising herself as his wife during his recruitment), since she terrifies him. Smokey still arises from their false death cloaked in blue flame and lava. And still mourns the loss of Fruitie.

NewGods: Bigger plot twist of Ace's identity. No one has figured out her identity for so long (including Ao Guang) cus they all assumed SWK was a guy. Still a giggling, gambling lush. Yunxiang: "Hey whos this drunken, half-dressed old lady offerring to train me in exchange for a motorbike- oh sweet Buddha she's the Monkey King."

1999/2000 Cartoon: Sugar is already femme af. No change.

Netflix: Little character change, though Cherry's story would indirectly become a glass ceiling situation with the Immortals. Men can become immortal by killing lots of evil demons (source: Erlang & Hou Yi), but women gotta suffer (source: Guanyin). Bonus girl bonding with Lin.

Smash Legends: Starfruit leans into gender stereotypes for the views. Goes full tiktok e-girl with her asethetic. Would form punk girl band with Goldie.

And lets not forget how many live-action Sun Wukongs are played by women actors and/or stuntwomen.

Gender bending their Macaques also do not change much. Basically these monkeys could be any gender indentity and still be themselves

[katz-rambles]

I've been sick lately so I got too thinking.. how would the current ghouls and ghoulettes treat their S/O who's sick.

(headcannons, gn!reader, fluff/comfort(?), mentions of puking, mentions of being naked but no sex, I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• He's going to make fun of you. A ghouls immune system is so much stronger than a humans. So he won't really understand what to do, but he gets an A for effort.

Dewdrop/Sodo

• You may have to straight up tell him what to do. He probably won't listen if you aren't right out with it.

• Though, when he does understand what he has to do, he is right by your side the whole time. He won't let you out of his sight. What if you suddenly feel worse and he's not there to sooth you?

• He gets a little (lot) protective over you. You're in a vulnerable state. Someone could hurt you. :(

• If you have the chills or are just cold, he will use his element to help you warm up. Just cuddle with him for a bit, and you'll start to feel better in no time.

• If you're worried about him getting sick, there's a high chance he'll laugh at you. He's a ghoul, baby. He won't get sick that easy. You don't have to worry about him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• He's the type of guy to make you chicken noodles soup when you're sick. Such a sweetheart.

Rain

• He will help you with anything and everything. You have chores to do, he's on it. You need something from the store, sweetheart, he's already there. You just need your meds, he's got them and a glass of water plus some food for you to have with it.

• He's so helpful and so so sweet. He's got everything you may need. A damp cloth if you have a fever, a blanket if you have chills (and himself, of course), a bucket just in case, any type of meds you may need. He loves you and wants you to get better as soon as possible.

• Please cuddle with him so he knows you're not going anywhere. He fears that, because you're a human, you may get worse, and he's practically terrified at the thought of losing you.

• He may read to you if you ask nicely, especially if you like classic literature, then he may be persuaded. (I fucking love classic literature so now everyone had to suffer because of it.)

• He will also take you to the lake during the day when it's warm. You can relax in the water and get some sun, it's a win-win.

• All together, Rain is a sweetheart and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure you have a speedy and smooth recovery.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Sweetheart 2.0

Phantom

• He makes sure you're doing okay, and his way of doing this is not leaving your side. He basically makes sure you don't leave until you're all better again, even if you do just have a common cold.

• Will put on a movie/show and cuddle with you to try and help you feel better.

• He may even play his guitar when he's with you. Just rest and let him play (show off).

• If you end up puking he's the type of guy to pull you hair back (if it's long enough) and rub your back while telling you it's all going to be okay and you'll start to feel better soon.

• He almost likes knowing that you can get sick. It reminds him that you're a human and that no matter what, you always will be. He loves that about you, even if you're sick. He rarely ever gets sick, so it comforts him knowing that you do.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Will 100% take you for a walk in the garden while he picks herbs to make a tea that will boost your immunity and help you recover faster.

Mountain

• He will also cook for you. He's amazing at it, and maybe one day he'll teach you his secrets.

• Will also take you to sit out in the sun with him, you need your vitamins after all, and what better way to get them than to cuddle in the sun with him?

• Another guy who helps you out if you have to puke, he will even help you clean up after. Don't worry if it's gross. It's natural for humans to get sick like this. He understands and wants to help you with it. He can also, if you're okay with it, of course, because consent is key, bathe you. He doesn't want anything sexual to come from it, just you two spending some time together.

• He encourages you to nap/sleep more. You need your rest! He also just likes to nap with you, but that's not the point.

• And don't worry about your chores or anything. He's already spoken to Copia about your condition, so you have as much time as you'll need to recover.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• He's also going to make fun of you. But, considering it's Swiss, we should already know this.

Swiss

• He's going to make sure to check in on you. He won't be there by your side all the time, but he's there most of it.

• He makes sure to bring fun little games, bored games, cards, and anything else you may want to help you feel better.

• He gets Mountain to help him make a tea or something since he has no idea what to do. He can cook, kinda, but it's the idea that counts. He's trying his hardest for you.

• If you catch him searching up your symptoms on Google and then cuddling you and not leaving your side... no, you didn't.

• All together, he will be amazing towards you. Although there may be occasional teasing, he cares so much about you, you have him whipped for you.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She's one of the best people to be sick with (second to rain, but I'm very biased towards him), she will make sure everything is okay for you.

Cirrius

• No hesitation on pulling your hair back and rubbing your back, holding you close to her. She doesn't give two fucks about if it's gross or not, as long as you're okay, nothing else matters. She will also bathe you. She likes pampering you, whether you're sick or not.

• Big on getting sun while you're sick, she will also give you those vitamins gummies to help your immune system. If you're up for it, you two will sun bathe. Just you two and the sun, a relaxing afternoon to help take your mind off your current state.

• She will help you with your chores, but she also believes in exercise while you're sick to help your body, even if it's just doing your chores.

• Lots of sleeping with her, she's so comfortable. She also loves to just hold you close to her so she knows you're doing okay, so if you're sick and she suddenly pulls you away for a cuddle session, don't be surprised.

• Will do night in with you when you're sick, except they're modified. So you two will have soup and movies while doing facemasks and makeovers with you. She's so sweet, she loves you.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She will probably know you're sick before you know you're sick. She can just sense it.

Cumulus

• But when you do actually get sick and know it, she's got you. Damp cloth, bucket, soup, blanket, ice packs, she has it all.

• She's an amazing cook, like better than Mountain, and she knows how to make practically anything.

• If you want to get out and get some fresh air, she's all for it. You two could be out getting groceries or just out in the forest relaxing in the cool grass. She loves being outside, and if you feel good enough, you bet most of your time will be spent outdoors.

• I feel like she's a big cat lover, so you two will be down at a cat cafe or just hanging out with strays around the church. You both get to be outside, and you get to see a bunch of cute cats, win-win!

• Please watch movies with her, she knows you need some rest and relaxing time, and what better way to relax than to watch some movies with her?

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She's very helpful, like Swiss she won't always be by your side, but she's there enough that you know she cares about you and wants to make sure you're doing okay.

Aurora

• She will 100% bring you outside to relax, right in the grass. The sun on you both and the cool grass underneath. It's perfect, and she can't think of a better way to help you get better than relaxing.

• If you want to do something, she's down for it, but she won't let you be out too long when you're sick. She doesn't want you to get worse just when you're starting to feel better.

• But don't you worry, she has plenty of ways that she can help you feel better. Most of these consist of sleeping and relaxing. But that's okay, you need it.

• She will do arts and crafts with you. It may sound childish, but you're sick and don't really want to do anything, so what better way to do something that's not too hard than arts and crafts. Glitter jars, painting, bracelet making, making a time capsule. She's down for it.

• Please let her pamper you. She needs to do it, it'll help you feel better because you won't have to do anything. She has everything taken care of, your chores, your nausea, fever, chills, and everything is taken care of.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

[kokofromwattpad]

IT BURNS

Featuring: Trey Clover, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Shoenheit

Plot: The Ramshackle prefect gets itchy and turns into a lovely colour of red whenever they stand in the sun for too long

Cw: Gn! Reader, photosensitive! Reader, Trey Clover x reader, Kalim x reader, Vil x reader (Can all be read as platonic or romantic)

A/N: Basically, reader is sensitive to sunlight (JUST LIKE ME FRR)

TREY CLOVER:

-> The first and third years were having a joined flying lesson one day, so the prefect and Trey were just casually conversing as they were doing their stretches.

-> The sun was blazing overhead since there was a major heat wave going throughout the island, so everyone was getting tired and suffering from mild heatstroke every day

-> After a while, Trey had noticed that the prefect's cheeks and forearms had begun to tint a light redish colour.

-> It's when the itchiness and pain began to come in that Trey began to worry.

-> Hurriedly, Trey goes to Coach Vargas and asks for permission to take a break with the prefect. Coach agrees, and Trey leads them underneath the trees to try and ease up on their discoloration.

-> When the vice dorm leader asks for an explanation, all the prefect says is that they are sensitive to the sun had get extremely itchy when they stand in the sun for too long.

-> All Trey does is sigh and stay by their side until the end of the lesson, to which he then buys them a bottle of water to keep them hydrated :)

KALIM AL-ASIM:

-> The Ramshackle prefect was staying over at Scarabia for dinner since Kalim was celebrating for passing one of his history tests.

-> It was the middle of summer, and Kalim decided that he wanted to march to the oasis in celebration and then swim and have a sort of 'pool' party in the oasis.

-> It was actually Jamil who noticed that the prefect was acting odd. They were scratching at their scalp and forearms, trying to relieve the intense pain that was trickling up in their body.

-> Kalim quickly jumps down from the elephant he was riding and quickly sprints to where the prefect was busy scratching away at their skin.

-> Kalim summons his unique magic and dumps the water on them, thinking that that would help relieve them

-> It did

-> Kalim would then on, periodically dump water on the prefect as they continued to march to the oasis.

VIL SHOENHEIT:

-> There was a spelldrive match against RSA that Vil watched and supported since Epel was playing on NRC's team.

-> The prefect tagged along since Epel was their friend and coincidentally was seated next to Vil.

-> After some simple greetings and passing along pleasantries, the two sat in silence as they watched Epel playing in the match.

-> A half an hour into the match, Vil noticed the prefect scratching at their legs and arms, leaving small pale lines in their skin from how blunt their nails are.

-> The model gasped internally at the sight and looked at the prefect with a concerned look on his face.

-> "Did you apply any sunscreen before you got here, potato?" He questions, perfectly plucked eyebrow raising in suspicion.

-> When the prefect nodded and explained that the itchiness happens even if they put on multitudes of sunscreen, they still itch and burn up.

-> Vil tuts and hands them his chilled water bottle to help ease up on the heat they were feeling.

-> A couple of days later, a salve of some sort of cream was left on the prefect's doorstep with a note saying that it would help their skin.

Posted on: 11/01/2024 08:27

[pubbamoon]

02. BHARANI NAKSHATRA (13°20' ARIES - 26°40' ARIES)

Bharani nakshatra is the second nakshatra in Vedic astrology. It is completely located in the sign of Aries, representing creation and beginnings. Bharani nakshatra is being ruled by the planet Venus, which represents fertility, creativity and giving birth to new idea. The combination of Venus and Mars here makes this nakshatra about letting go of the past and starting something new. If you have Sun, Moon, Ascendant, chart ruler or Atmakaraka in this nakshatra, then we can say you have prominent Bharani nakshatra in your chart.

Bharani means She who bears and the main symbol of this nakshatra is a female organ vulva, representing pains, menstruation, giving the childbirth etc. This nakshatra relates to suffering, depression and struggling. Giving birth to new ideas is associated with Bharani nakshatra because giving the childbirth involves a lot of pain. There is also a sense of creativity and sexual energy here. This nakshatra is the Star of Restraint and the restraint is basically the synonym of limitations, control, moderation, formality etc. People with prominent Bharani nakshatra in their natal chart usually struggle in life, work very hard and they don't do any short cuts. Otherwise, they'll be punished. And here we are at the point of punishment!

The deity of Bharani nakshatra is Yama, the Hindu god of death, punishment and law. He values justice and social morality, judges the departed people/souls and takes them into the underworld. The another symbol of this nakshatra is a boat, representing the transition or transportation between life and death or even between past and future. Bharani nakshatra is related to endings, letting go of something it doesn't serve us anymore and moving into calmer waters, easier life. At the 20° of Aries in this nakshatra, there's a debilitation point of Saturn. Bharani nakshatra is about death, endings, but also about starting a new life, while Saturn relates only to death, darkness and endings. People who have prominent Bharani nakshatra work successfully as psychologists, doctors and lawyers since Yama, the deity of this nakshatra, is a god of law.

The yoni/animal of Bharani nakshatra is a male elephant, representing sexual energy, longevity and ancestral memory. Bharani nakshatra is about the ancestors too. The planet Sun is exalted in Aries and the Sun represents lineage. A lot of kids with this nakshatra in their chart usually follow the steps of their own ancestors, especially of their own father's steps. For example, you have the Sun in Bharani nakshatra, your father is a soccer player and you also become the soccer player in near future. The power of this nakshatra is the Power to renew, associating with starting over a new life.

Padas of Bharani nakshatra:

Pada 1 (13°20' - 16°40' Aries) - Leo

Pada 2 (16°40' - 20°00' Aries) - Virgo

Pada 3 (20°00' - 23°20' Aries) - Libra

Pada 4 (23°20' - 26°40' Aries) - Scorpio

For example, if you have the Moon in the 2nd pada of Bharani nakshatra in your birth chart (D1), you have the Moon in Virgo in your Navamsa (D9) chart. If you have Mars in the 3rd pada of Bharani nakshatra in your birth chart (D1), you have Mars in Libra in your Navamsa (D9) chart etc.

Celebrities with a prominent Bharani nakshatra in their chart:

Carl Jung - Bharani Moon

Cate Blanchett - Bharani Ascendant

Julia Fox - Bharani Moon

Lana Del Rey - Bharani chart ruler

Martin Luther King Jr. - Bharani Ascendant

Robert Pattinson - Bharani Ascendant

Mariah Carey - Bharani Ascendant

Katherine Hepburn - Bharani Sun

Megan Thee Stallion - Bharani Ascendant

Camila Cabello - Bharani Ascendant

George Clooney - Bharani Sun

David Beckham - Bharani Sun

Adele - Bharani Sun

Christina Aguilera - Bharani Moon

Jim Morrison - Bharani Moon

Best regards,

Paky McGee

[youremyheaven]

The Curse of Limitless Expansion: Jupiter's Shadow

I have covered the "negative" manifestations or the shadow side (as I prefer to call it) of different planetary influences, such as Venus, Moon, Rahu & Ketu and whilst I have explored Jupiter's different manifestations before, I thought it is time to do a more in-depth analysis of Jupiter's shadow.

Being the largest planet in our solar system, Jupiter is expansive and its natives are internally spacious and vast. I had observed previously that Jupiter is similar to Rahu in terms of its spaciousness (Claire had also observed the similarities between Punarvasu & Swati) but the difference is that Rahu is truly limitless in its expansive ability as it quite literally does not have physical form (Rahu refers to the north node of the Moon) Jupiter may be vast but it does have limits, it's bound by its massive capacity but since it does have a physical form, that means it also has limitations, it has a tipping point. This is why Jupiterean natives suffer or have the ability to realize they have "gone too far". Rahuvians have a "point of no return" mentality, they think they've gone too far but have to keep going since it no longer makes sense to return now.

Some people believe that since Jupiter is the planet of luck, abundance, growth and healing (or generally perceived as a "positive" planet) it somehow does not have a "dark side". This is untrue. Jupiter's darkness is just as terrifying as that of any other planet. The bigger the planet, the bigger the shadow.

Jupiter's shadow manifests as a god complex, messiah complex and megalomania, most commonly seen in men.

Men and women channel their nakshatras and planetary influence differently. Men tend to externalise their problems and women tend to internalise theirs. Men tend to inflict destruction upon others and women tend to self-destruct (@lasirenesensible tysm for pointing this out to me, it's a very valuable insight).

The scope of this post includes a few women but I'll discuss how Jupiter's shadow manifests in women on a separate post in the future.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that a planet known as the "Guru" or teacher is prone to making a lot of people under its influence proclaim themselves as Messiahs or divine teachers, many famous pseudo-spiritual "gurus" have Jupiter ruled naks in their big 3. They are merely charlatans with a Messiah complex driven by their ego to expand beyond reach. This is a toxic trait of Jupiter natives.

Ryuho Okawa- Punarvasu Sun, Purvabhadrapada Mars atmakaraka

He was a Japanese religious and political leader who was the CEO and founder of the Happy Science and the Happiness Realization Party. His organization has been widely criticised as a cult. Adherents of the religion worship Okawa, who claimed to be the current incarnation of a god called “El Cantare" and a number of other beings, including Hermes and Gautama Buddha.

L Ron Hubbard, Purvabhadrapada Sun conjunct Mercury and Jupiter conjunct Ketu in Vishaka (he also had Magha Moon)

He is the founder of Scientology lmao and basically co-opted a lot of eastern oriental thought mixed it with his malignant narcissism and created a religion based on spiritual hogwash. One of its most famous recruits is Tom Cruise, Punarvasu Moon

Jim Jones- Punarvasu Sun & Mercury (he was also Shatabhisha Moon)

He is known for being the (cult) leader of the Peoples Temple religious group and for the Jonestown Massacre, when he led the mass murder-suicide of more than 900 members of the group at their commune in Jonestown, Guyana, on November 18, 1978.

fun fact: Suga from BTS (Purvabhadrapada Sun conjunct Mercury) sampled a bit from a sermon given by Jim Jones for the track "what do you think" from his mixtape D-2, he removed it following the controversy

"… though you are dead, yet you shall live, and he that liveth and believeth shall never die."— Jim Jones

I feel like it is way too specific and niche for him to not have intended to put it there or have known who Jim Jones was lol but I digress

But on that note, this whole self-belief thing (as we see from Jim Jones' quote) also seems to be tied to Jupiter's nature. These natives have insane self belief.

Will Smith, Vishaka Moon is kind of an early proponent of manifestation. He's been talking about it since the early 90s.

Jim Carrey, Vishaka Rising is another celebrity who has been talking about manifestation since the 90s.

Arnold Schwarzenegger, Punarvasu Rising (and stellium)

He has talked about the power of the mind and visualisation A LOT. The key to achieving anything in life is to believe you can do it but many experiences (including trauma, self doubt etc) makes it hard for many people to persist in their belief, they hold themselves back. Jupiter's strength lies in its ability to be so vast and bold in its belief, their spaciousness means no matter what they've been through, they just know there's a way through, that they will make it out. This is their inherent nature.

Nikola Tesla, Punarvasu Sun developed the 3 6 9 method of manifestation (as @brundlefly3333 pointed out)

Kanye West, Purvabhadrapada Moon is another celebrity who has spoken about the Law, the power of self-belief etc etc a LOT.

It goes to show how easy it is for self-belief to turn into delusions of grandeur and make someone a narcissist. It is truly dangerous because Jupiter's influence on the masses is immense so whatever a Jupiter native may proclaim, they have the ability to affect many people through it. Some of the men I mentioned above convinced others that they were God and even made them kill themselves for it. This is a scary, dangerous manifestation of Jupiter's "guru" nature wielding vast influence on others and being absolutely convinced of one's righteousness

anywayssss

Mussolini- Vishaka Rising, Jupiter in Punarvasu amatyakaraka (he was also a Rohini Moon and Pushya Sun👀)

Benito Mussolini is like the OG dictator. He created fascism, a movement that would plunge most of Europe into darkness. From undermining judges to indoctrinating children, he pioneered key tactics that other dictators would use to seize power.

I specify Nodal influence in these individuals because I think the limitlessness and expansiveness of Nodal influence wrecks havoc to the already expansive nature of Jupiter and makes these natives more reckless.

I also specify Moon influence because as I already discussed in my posts, Moon influence can easily morph into cruelty and corruption and I think Moon & Jupiter together can be a dangerous combo if the native is imbalanced.

If you take anything away from these posts it would be that literally anybody with any placement/nak/planet is capable of being truly evil. There is no specific nak/planet that is a "guarantee" against evil. It truly comes down to the individual to choose how they want to live (I believe in free will and I do not condone in using astrology in a fatalistic way at all).

Ferdinand Marcos- Punarvasu Moon (he also has Ardra ascendant conjunct Ketu and a lot of Moon influence)

Ferdinand Marcos developed a cult of personality as a way of remaining President of the Philippines for 20 years, in a way that political scientists have compared to other authoritarian and totalitarian leaders such as Joseph Stalin and Adolf Hitler, but also to more contemporary dictators such as Suharto in Indonesia, Saddam Hussein in Iraq, and the Kim dynasty of North Korea.

The propaganda techniques used, either by himself or by others, to mythologize Ferdinand Marcos, began with local political machinations in Ilocos Norte while Ferdinand was still the young son of politician and Japanese collaborator Mariano Marcos, and persist today in the efforts to revise the way Marcos is portrayed in Philippine history. According to members of his administration, such as Adrian Cristobal, Marcos's intent was to project an image of himself "the only patron, the king" of Philippine society, which he still saw as a society of tribes." Cristobal furthers that "Marcos and the First Lady wanted more than anything else [...] to be king and queen. They wished to shape the kingdom in their own image; [...] Marcos wanted to be able to say, 'L'État, c'est moi.'" ("the state, that is me") In some extreme cases where Marcos encouraged the formation of cults so that they could serve as a political weapon, Marcos came to be thought of as a God.

Sun Myung Moon- Mercury conjunct Rising in Purvabhadrapada (he also has Shatabhisha Sun)

He was the founder and leader of the Unification Church established in Seoul, South Korea, who considered himself the Second Coming of Christ, but not Jesus himself. It is generally believed by Unification Church members ("Moonies") that he was the Messiah and the Second Coming of Christ and was anointed to fulfil Jesus' unfinished mission.

The thing about all these men claiming to be God/Messiahs is that there were people who believed them and followed them blindly and uncritically. Anybody can claim these things but not everybody can acquire power and influence and lead people this way. This is another aspect of Jupiter (not to repeat myself again and again but yeah it's the whole "Guru" thing, people look at you as a figure of knowledge and wisdom, and these people project natural leadership qualities).

You can't just be crazy or narcissistic enough to believe these things, you also have to be strategic enough to amass a following. To be a leader and a guru requires a certain commitment and discipline. These are all Jupiterean qualities (that are used for malicious purposes here).

Augusto Pinochet- Punarvasu Moon conjunct Saturn, Mercury in Vishaka atmakaraka, Jupiter in Purva bhadrapada amatyakaraka

He was a dictator who ruled Chile and claimed he was a visionary who was "guided by the mysterious hand of God". He had a cult of personality surrounding him

After his rise to power, Pinochet persecuted leftists, socialists, and political critics, resulting in the executions of 1,200 to 3,200 people, the internment of as many as 80,000 people, and the torture of tens of thousands. According to the Chilean government, the number of executions and forced disappearances was at least 3,095. Operation Condor, a U.S.-supported terror operation focusing on South America, was founded at the behest of the Pinochet regime in late November 1975, his 60th birthday.

Jupiter's expansive nature manifests as greed when an individual is imbalanced or spiritually stunted. This drives a need to acquire massive wealth or spread their influence/reign/territories. If the individual is spiritually evolved, their focus will be to balance the spaciousness within and not project it outward in continuous expansion.

Hafez el Assad- Mars in Punarvasu atmakaraka, Jupiter in Punarvasu amatyakaraka and Venus in Vishaka (he also had Hasta Sun)

Syria's Hafez al-Assad, a Ba'athist officer who seized power through a coup d'état in 1970, established a pervasive cult of personality to maintain his dictatorship. As soon as he took over power, Ba'ath party loyalists designated him as "Al-Abad"; an Arabic terminology with deep religious dimensions. Linguistically, ''Al-Abad'' means "forever, infinite and immortality" and religious clerics use this term in relation to Divine Attributes. By designating Assad as "Al-Abad", Syrian Ba'ath Movement ideologically elevated Hafez al-Assad as its "Immortal", "god-like figure" who is supposed to represent the state as well as the Syrian nation itself. Another meaning of Al-Abad is "permanent", which is used in state propaganda to denote the perpetual status quo of an "eternal political order" created by Hafez al-Assad, who continues to live in Assadist ideology. The term's verbal form "Abada" means "to commit genocide" including the "symbolical; performative side of violence". This dimension has been weaponized by the Assad regime to monopolize violence against alleged dissidents and justify state terrorism, including genocidal acts of mass murder like the Hama Massacre, Qamishli Massacre and other massacres of the Syrian civil war.

Jayalalithaa- Punarvasu Rising (Shatabhisha Sun & Magha Moon)

She was the Chief Minister of the state of Tamil Nadu in India and was an actor turned politician who had a cult following (they called her "Amma" or "mother" which I think is interesting that she was this mother figure/matriarch because of Punarvasu's deity Aditi being the Cosmic mother). She was a corrupt politician but the masses largely overlooked this and she was known for being a bit of a tyrannical figure who expected absolute loyalty from her party members who often publicly prostrated before her (not kidding).

Not as brutal as some of the other people on this list but her personality cult and influence over her following is crazyyy (I'm Indian so I'd know) and when she died in 2016, her state observed a 7 day mourning period.

Mata Amritanandamayi Devi- Vishaka Rising (she also has Hasta Sun👀)

She's an Indian spiritual guru known as the "hugging saint", she's still alive and has millions of followers and there hasn't yet been a proper expose but her cult has been controversial for ages especially after it started recruiting spiritually confused white people into its mix. A lot of it is unexplained, she's most definitely a millionaire at this point and we have no idea what actually goes on behind closed doors. Many of the alleged miracles that she has performed have been debunked on many occasions. To think that she has football stadiums full of people who worship her and think she's the divine incarnate is sooo crazy

Ram Dass- Punarvasu Rising

He helped popularize yoga and Eastern spirituality in the West. I don't think he's cruel or shady, just a regular white guy who had a spiritual awakening in India and co-opted thousands of years of Vedic wisdom and teachings to "introduce" it to the West. But his influence is unmatched to say the least, he spearheaded a whole movement and made eastern spirituality mainstream in the west. This is a manifestation of Jupiter's boundless nature.

Oppenheimer- Punarvasu Moon

the man who developed the first ever nuclear weapons was a Punarvasu lol

he truly believed that he was doing the "right thing" because (you already know all this if you watched the movie) Germany was bound to develop these weapons and cause mass destruction and Oppenheimer thought he was on the right side of history by making these weapons for America and by extension for the Allies

"After Germany's surrender in 1945, some scientists questioned the bomb's relevance. Oppenheimer believed it would end the ongoing Pacific War and save Allied lives. The Trinity test is successful, and President Harry S. Truman orders the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, resulting in Japan's surrender. Though publicly praised, Oppenheimer is guilt-ridden and haunted by the destruction and mass fatalities. After Oppenheimer expresses his guilt to Truman, the president berates him and dismisses his plea to cease further atomic development." (this is an excerpt from the movie's wiki lol)

it just goes to show how self-belief isn't a good thing on its own because you can make yourself believe anything. I guess Oppenheimer's guilt has to count for something ??? Idk how many people mentioned on this list felt guilt because of the destruction they caused, Oppenheimer had a conscience et.al

Elon Musk, Punarvasu Rising

He is the richest man in the world and is on a quest to own everything he can and colonize Mars, need I say more? Idk if this is a strange manifestation of Punarvasu's deity Aditi being the Cosmic Mother (either that or the man has a breeding kink) but this guy procreates at the speed of light (he has 6 kids right now with 3 different women I believe)

Tommy Mottola- Punarvasu Sun (Swati Moon)

the asshole who trapped Mariah Carey (Punarvasu Moon) in a hellish controlling marriage for 8 years. He was the CEO of Sony Music in the 90s and was known for being a megalomaniac (look up his feud with Michael Jackson) he has ruined the careers of many and is known in the music industry for being a really scary controlling maniac

Anders Behring Breivik- Punarvasu Rising

He blew up a bomb in the centre of Oslo. Meanwhile went to an island where a political youth gathering was taking place. Dressed up as a cop he would kill 69 people on the island of Utøya, and call out to teenagers hiding saying it was safe to come out, those who believed him and came out were shot.

Alfred Hitchcock- Vishaka Moon (also Shatabhisha Rising with a lot of Moon influence in his chart)

He basically stalked some actresses and tried to control their lives; told them what they could/couldn’t eat, and where they could/couldn’t go. He sent Tippi Hedren inappropriate Valentine's letters. She claims he threw himself atop her in a hotel room and kissed her — and in her biography accused him of sexual assault. Yet another Jupiterean megalomaniac.

Al Capone- Purvabhadrapada Rising

 He joined the Five Points Gang as a teenager and became a bouncer in organized crime premises such as brothels. In his early twenties, Capone moved to Chicago and became a bodyguard and trusted factotum for Johnny Torrio, head of a criminal syndicate that illegally supplied alcohol—the forerunner of the Outfit—and was politically protected through the Unione Siciliana. A conflict with the North Side Gang was instrumental in Capone's rise and fall. Torrio went into retirement after North Side gunmen almost killed him, handing control to Capone. Capone expanded the bootlegging business through increasingly violent means, but his mutually profitable relationships with Mayor William Hale Thompson and the Chicago Police Department meant he seemed safe from law enforcement.

Capone apparently revelled in attention, such as the cheers from spectators when he appeared at baseball games. He made donations to various charities and was viewed by many as a "modern-day Robin Hood". However, the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, in which seven gang rivals were murdered in broad daylight, damaged the public image of Chicago and Capone, leading influential citizens to demand government action and newspapers to dub Capone "Public Enemy No. 1".

Robert DeNiro played Al Capone in The Untouchables (1987)

Idk whats the link between PBP and the mafia but Scorsese (PBP Moon) has made manyyy mafia themed movies and Robert DeNiro (PBP Moon) has starred as a mob boss on multiple occasions.

Having Jupiter influence really is like having unwielded power and if a native isn't mature enough to channel it appropriately then they can easily lose themselves to malignant narcissism, god complex and megalomania.

It requires a great deal of wisdom to wield this ability wisely and for the greater good

Jupiter influence is very prominent in the charts of royalty, another group prone to megalomania and god complexes lol. Jupiter bestows its natives with power, status and affluence but one must wield it carefully.

Punarvasu is widely accepted as the most auspicious of Jupiter-ruled naks (due to its themes and its deity) whereas Vishaka and Purvabhadrapada are both harsher manifestations of Jupiterean energy but even the most "gentle" of Jupiterean naks still came up in the charts of some of the horrible people I mention in this post. Basically, no one is exempt from being cruel, obviously, everything depends on the chart as a whole (a person is more than the sum of their parts) but that said the presence of a nakshatra considered "auspicious" (Jupiter ruled or otherwise) does not automatically qualify as some kind of redeeming quality lol. Everybody has to consciously choose their actions and be good and do good aka anybody can be cruel and evil and yes even Jupiter has its dark side/shadow.

hope this post was interesting xx

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - seeing you

A/N: thanks to @nyxiethesimp for the help and fuelling my Aizawa obsession 😌💜

Sitting in the windowsill, you ran your fingers along the braille of the book you were reading, a little smile on your face.

The apartment was quiet, and you were enjoying some much needed relaxation in the warm glow of the evening sun through the window.

That’s how Aizawa found you, most evenings you would be sat up there reading and he never really understood why you enjoyed sitting there so much, but he made it a comfortable spot if you with cushions and blankets, and the couch was just below.

Walking over, he sat down the the couch and you turned your eyes towards him, reaching out with your hand you gently placed it on his head, running your fingers through your hair.

“How was it?” You asked.

“Exhausting.” He sighed.

“You’re not staying in the dorms tonight?”

You felt him shake his head, and he tilted it back so he was able to look at you.

Taking your hand he held it to his forehead, letting out another small sigh.

“No, All Might has that covered, said I can spent the weekend at the teachers dorms with you, but I still need to go there during the day to help keep an eye on them.”

He sounded annoyed which made you laugh a little bit.

Setting your book on the couch, you swung your legs down next to him, sitting down after turning in his direction.

You couldn’t really see him, he knew that, all you could see was a thermal imagine of him, as you had described before he was basically just a silhouette of red, yellow and orange to you.

He loved how your eyes looked though, a gentle gold colour, and the brighter it was the darker they were, the darker it was the brighter they were, almost combatting the light so you could still see.

Right now they were a honey colour, and he rested his head on the back of the couch as he just stared at you.

“I know you’re staring.” You whispered.

“No you don’t.”

You grinned a little bit.

“Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t. Now I do.”

“Be quiet.” He huffed.

You laughed softly, and you held your arms out, waiting for him to adjust how he was sat and lay down with his head in your lap.

You placed your hands on the side of his face and leant down, and he lent up to meet you halfway in a gentle kiss.

Pulling away, you gently messaged his temples for him, working out all the stress of the day.

“Have you been inside all day?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, there wasn’t really much to do today, and I didn’t have to teach any classes, though some of your students did come asking for me to explain rescue missions to them.”

“Did you?”

“Of course, I’m not mean you know.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Alright, if that’s how we’re playing it I won’t do this anymore and you can suffer through the stress.” You taunted.

You quickly stood up, going to walking away but he was quicker, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You grinned a little when you felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t say anything, you just took his free hand, lacing your fingers with his as you sat there peacefully.

You knew he had fallen asleep like that when his hand fell a little from around your waist, and you gave a little laugh, nudging his head a little with your shoulder.

“Shota wake up, come on.”

He grumbled something you couldn’t quite understand.

“Shota, you’ll get hurt sleeping like this, come on.”

He moved his head and stood up, and you held your hand out to him, letting him take it so you could lead him through to the bedroom.

Sitting him on the end of the bed, you stood in front of him, and he looked up at you.

“Go to sleep, I’ll start cooking.”

“Take a nap with me.” He said.

You laughed.

“Alright, I won’t say no to that.”

You walked around to your side of the bed and laid down, holding your arm out to him so he could shuffled over.

Aizawa tucked his head under your chin, and you softly gripped the fabric of his shirt as you closed your eyes.

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, but while you stayed asleep, when the sound of someone knocking resounded through the place Aizawa woke up.

He untangled himself from you, covered you with the quilt so you wouldn’t get cold and walked towards the door while tying his hair up.

“This better be important.” He huffed.

When you eventually woke up you noticed the empty spot on the bed, and judging by the fact it was mostly a shade of blue now it had been empty for a while.

Getting up, you walked to the kitchen.

“Shota?”

There was no response and you frowned.

Making your way back towards the front door, you you slipped your shoes one, grabbed your jacket and left, heading downstairs where a few other teachers were.

You made your way over, looking at each one of them until you recognised the silhouette of your friend.

“Mic?” You called.

He looked over to you.

“Therma! Our favourite rescue hero, what’s up yo?”

You laughed a little bit.

“You know where Aizawa went?”

“Yeah! Some trouble at 1-As dorm, he had to go sort it out before things got out of hand!”

You nodded your head, making your way outside and down the path.

It was dark, so it wasn’t hard to recognise the heat signatures coming from the dorms, and you noticed one coming towards you.

“What’re you doing out this late? Call out?”

“Oh, power loader, hey, no, I’m looking for Aizawa, apparently he’s at his classes dorms, do you think maybe you could help me get to the right one?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The other hero turned around to walk in line with you, both of you talking about work as you wondered, and after a few minutes you finally stopped.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

With that he left, and you knocked on their door before entering, looking around.

“Oh? Can we help you (Y/N)?” Mina asked a little confused.

“Looking for your home room teacher.”

“He’s gone back I think.”

You let out a slight groan, and turned back around, offered them a wave as you left their dorm, making your way back to the teachers dorm.

You were pretty close when you saw someone walking ahead of you, and you began to jog over.

Aizawa heard the sound of you jogging, he didn’t know you were awake or looking for him so at the noise of somebody approaching him he spun around, activating his quirk.

When your vision suddenly went from thermal to normal, you let out a confused yell, slapping a hand over your eyes.

Aizawa quickly walked over, taking your hand carefully from your eyes, placing a hand on the side of your face.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

You looked at him, and you let out a small breath.

“Do it again…” you whispered.

“What?”

Now he was just confused.

“Do it again.. please…”

Aizawa took you inside, back to your shared space in the teachers dorms, and he sat you down on the couch.

Crouching down, he rested his arms on your knees.

“What do you mean do it again?”

“I.. I think you cancelled my quirk…”

“Is that possible?”

“I.. I think so, Shota please I haven’t seen things normally in so long… I haven’t seen you…”

You reached out, carefully placing your hands on the side of his face.

“Please…”

“I don’t know if it’s safe.”

“Shota please…. Take it away again so I can see you…”

He sighed, slowly standing up, pausing so he could kiss your forehead before he stepped away, saying he was going to make dinner.

You sat on the couch with a small frown.

You didn’t think it was dangerous if he took your quirk away, neither of you had thought to try it before, he didn’t just want to erase your quirk and you had never asked him, not until now.

He wanted to make you happy and erase it, see if it worked and if you would be able to see the world as it was.

At the same time he didn’t want to do it because if he did, and you looked at him, messy hair, scar on his face, he hadn’t shaved for at least a week, wearing his baggy hero costume he was worried maybe you’d think he wasn’t like you thought.

He was worried you’d want someone better than him, he struggled as it was with showing affection to you, and he’d come a long way since the start of the relationship, but he still had his doubts.

You were too good for him. He always believed that.

He never brought it up again, and he was hoping you wouldn’t, but he could tell you thought about it, so after another week he finally sat you down.

He crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his legs with a sigh.

“Close your eyes.”

You nodded, doing as he said.

“Alright.”

You opened your eyes, and immediately you noticed how bright everything was, full of different colours, but your eyes were locked on his red ones.

He was pale, his hair was floating upwards, a deep black, he was wearing a white shirt and a black tie, and you could see the scar on his face, just under his eye.

He realised his quirk, rubbing his eyes and your went back to normal.

He stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned away from you, you didn’t say anything, was that a bad thing?

“I can’t hold it longer, sorry…” he mumbled.

He began to leave the room.

“You’re so beautiful…” you whispered.

Aizawa stopped, keeping his face away from you forgetting you couldn’t read his expression.

“Be quiet…” he mumbled.

With that he quickly left the room, and you smiled, your thoughts completely focused on that one pure clear image of him.

You kept asking him to erase your quirk so you could see him, and eventually you both went to power loader to get him to help make something.

Which took a few months to finalise the details and he did the paperwork for you, and finally you had the procedure to have it done.

Recovery took a while, but tonight you were allowed to remove the bandages from your eyes, and Aizawa was stood in front of you.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded, letting him unwrap the bandages.

He looked at the small device attached to your temple, and he made sure it was set to the right setting.

They had managed to make a device that was connected to your eyes, meaning you could hopefully control your quirk now.

“You can open your eyes whenever you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, slowly opening your eyes, and there he was again, dark eyes, hair tied up, he’d shaved, dressed up nicely in a suit.

You smiled brightly, reaching a hand up to the side of his face.

Aizawa noticed your eyes had changed to (E/C), and he smiled a little which made you smile even more.

“You made yourself look so handsome for me…?” You whispered.

“I wanted to make a good impression…” he mumbled out.

He averted his gaze awkwardly, and you reached behind him, pulling his hair down.

Then you moved your hands to his tie, undoing it, carefully taking it from around his head and he looked at him confused.

Did you not like it?

You set his tie aside, and placed your hands on the side of his face, leaning up to kiss him before dropping yourself back down.

“No matter how you dress, or how often you shave, hair up or down, you’re still the most beautiful person I’ll ever see Shota…”

“Can’t say that when you haven’t seen other people it doesn’t make sense…” he mumbled.

You gave a small shrug.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I love you, so you’ll always be my favourite person to look at.”

He gave you a little smile, leaning down to capture you in another kiss.

When he broke away you went to go look at everything, leaving him to change back into some caudal clothes but he noticed you would come back every so often to look at him.

When he woke up the following morning you were gazing at him with soft eyes, a smile on your face.

You looked at him so softly, so lovingly as if he was without imperfection, and it was the same way he looked back at you.

Even when you weren’t together sometimes you would seek him out just to sit there and watch him, even if he did keep telling you that you saw him every day.

You just couldn’t get enough of looking at him.

He was sitting in the office of UA with you sat at your desk, head resting on your hand as you admired him.

“Are you ever going to stop?” He asked.

“No, because you’re absolutely perfect.”

You got up, walking over and placed your hands on his face, brushing some of his hair out of the way.

“My Shota…” you whispered.

He awkwardly looked away, but he did whisper under his breath that he loved you.

It wasn’t loud, but you heard it and you grinned a little bit as you walked back over to your desk to do some work.

This time it was his turn to just sit there and look at you, admire you and how perfect you were

[lavandermix]

"Timmy Fenton AU"

I've been thinking about this AU for a while and since I've finished the basic design of the main characters, I wanted to share it.

This is an idea of what it would be like if Timmy had been abandoned with the Fenton's at the age of 5. The story is still half in my head but I'm leaving the most important parts as a future reference:

I am using part of the chronology of the premiere dates of the series, so, Clement (Timmy's mother) is 3 years older than Maddie (Danny's mother). Even so, Maddie married and had children before Clement.

(Did you know that according to Google, Timmy's parents are named Clement and Edgar? So sad).

Timmy's mother and Danny's mother are sisters, Clement from a young age resented her younger sister for being smart and skilled in engineering, she made fun of her passion for ghosts and criticized her marriage to Jack although she was also envious of their success in their career and marriage. On the other hand Maddie stopped paying attention to her sister and although she tried to keep in touch, she stopped receiving responses when she had her daughter, the last she heard from her sister was 5 years before when she announced her pregnancy to the family and gloated that her daughter would be better than Jazmine (and daniel).

Timmy has suffered abuse and neglect from his parents for as long as he can remember, causing him various traumas and disorders, including dyslexia, anxiety, anxious attachment, selective mutism and ADHD.

Timmy is learning delayed because his parents never took him to school.

The day Timmy is abandoned, he is taken out of his bed at dawn and put in the car with only his backpack and only one change of clothes, he changed in the car, so he didn't have his pink cap anymore.

Timmy's hair is a little long and unkempt because his parents kept forgetting to take him to the hair salon.

They literally left him on the Fenton's doorstep with his backpack and a letter where Clement asked (demanded) her to take care of him since she and her husband were going on a cruise and didn't want to take timmy with them.

Danny at first doesn't understand why an unknown boy who is supposed to be his cousin is now staying at his house, but seeing how sad Timmy looks, he adopts him as his little brother and proposes to take care of him.

Jazz worries about Timmy but prefers to leave the “recovery” work to his parents.

Maddie and Jack first try to locate Timmy's parents, but when they can't find anything for a month, they decide that the best thing for Timmy is to adopt him themselves.

In this AU Timmy doesn't meet Cosmo and Wanda until the Volcano Island adventure.

I haven't thought about if Timmy will have friends at Amity Park yet, but at the beginning he has to receive special education plus extra classes with Jazz for reinforcement.

Timmy's skin is slightly pale due to the lack of sun exposure from being indoors most of the time.

I want to make this a fanfic in the future, but I don't have any publication date yet, anyway if anyone wants to know more, feel free to ask me questions or drop me a message!