#been trying to get back into the sun & moon grind

[comatosebunny09]

Slow lovemaking in the morning with Sylus.

He’s settling in for bed while you’re waking up. He doesn’t want you to go. Not when you feel so warm and right, curled up against him like this. He abhors the sun. But he won’t deny how it works in your favor, golden sunbeams peering through the curtains to swath you in its ethereal glow.

You get up for a shower, but he won’t have that. He hauls you back into bed by your waist. Tickles you, and you giggle so bewitchingly while you squirm, he’s laughing with you. Two lovers rolling around in the sheets, wishing the moment could last for eons.

You’re too beautiful not to savor. To let go. So, he kisses you. On your temple first, then your cheek, nose. He saves the best for last, diving in for a taste of your lips, and you’re as sweet as sugar here.

He’s addicted. Drags your hips back to notch your pelvis against his, and he groans hoarsely into your mouth at the contact. Grows hard against the cleft of your ass as you languidly grind against him. You know what you’re doing. He’s sleepy, and you’re taking advantage of his weakened defenses. But he’ll bite.

He holds you by the hip, his other set of fingers molded to your jaw, angling your head back so he can watch you—the pretty way your lips purse, how your lashes bow when he slides his cock between your full thighs. They’re still moist from your earlier escapades. From the naughty dreams you must’ve had, and he bites his lip when you moan so pretty for him as the ridge of his cock head bumps your clit. He shudders. God, you’re addicting.

Finally, he sinks into you. And the union is devastating. So much so, he ducks to place his forehead in the hollow of your shoulder. You always feel so good, swallowing him to the hilt like that. So good for him, the shape of you molding to accommodate him and no-one else.

He’s panting. Trying his damnedest to stay still while you adjust to the intrusion. You ruin him. Utter destruction on legs, but he’ll never tell you that aloud. You roll your hips when you’re ready for him. He moves without a second thought.

The sticky glide of your cunt. The obscene squelching sounds it makes when he sluggishly ruts into you. It’s all so much, and yet not enough. His grip on your waist is crucial. He’s holding you in place while he fucks into you from behind, your cute whimpering spurring him on.

Limber fingers wrap around your neck. Apply enough pressure not to cut off wind, but just enough to bring your pulse pounding against his palm. He breathes, hot and ragged, against your hinged-open mouth. The rhythm of his hips quickens. You feel so good. He could die, buried inside you.

He drags his teeth over the space behind your ear. Fucks into you like he’ll never see you again, the clop of skin on skin saturating the air. He eases a hand down the curve of your stomach to find your clit. Rubs it in meticulous circles, chanting obscenities into your ear. Wants you to cum with him, a fizzy feeling pooling in his stomach. You take him so well. Treat him so good. He’d give you the moon and the stars in a hand-basket if he could.

He doesn’t know how long you’ve been at this, fucking like two lazy beasts in heat. Doesn’t care because you’re suddenly quaking around him. Shuddering, his name the sweetest supplication on your lips. He keeps your legs spread, thrusting into you, helping you ride over the cresting waves of your orgasm with a finger in your clit.

You drag him into the whirlpool with you. Over that slurry edge of pleasure, his teeth grit as he floods the warm channel of your sex with gooey globs of white. He pushes into you until he’s too sensitive to move. Doesn’t pull out, even as his cum scorches down the inner cut of your thigh to saturate the sheets.

He wraps virile arms around your waist when you both come down. Moors you to him, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder with a content smile to his lips.

“Sy,” you laugh, reaching back to drag comforting fingers over his scalp. “I have to get up for work.”

He hums something raspy. Something sleepy, something satisfied. Holds you tighter, murmuring against your ear, sleep toddling in.

“Just five more minutes.”

And, of course, five minutes turn into ten, then twenty. And you’re calling in sick an hour later, because you don’t want to leave the safety of his arms, either.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Warrior of the Sun and Moon

Chapter One: The Blessing of the Sun

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A/N: HEHEHEHEHE (Ya that's all I got [I'm high on caffeine, if you can't tell])

Warnings: Handsome immortal alert! Handsome immortal alert!

Word count: 850

When you were nine, you snuck out of your room for the first time. You’d been ordered to stay in the chamber under the watchful eye of your servant, but you felt jittery and restless.

You needed to get out of the palace, abandon these stone walls for a little while.

The afternoon sun shone through the beautiful stained glass windows as you kept your head down, back pressed against the wall. If what Telemachus had accidentally told you was true… 

There it was. Your hand wrapped around a lever, the metal cold on the palm of your hand. You pulled, a harsh jerk of the wrist. There was a loud scraping sound of stone grinding against stone, and you cursed. Your servant would find you soon if you weren’t fast enough.

You turned, slipping into the secret passage that had opened next to you. 

The darkness that engulfed you made you nervously drum your fingers on your leg, nails skimming over the hunting knife that was hidden in the folds of your dress- the dagger you’d stolen from your older brother the time Telemachus had allowed you into his room.

You swatted away a cobweb that was trying to get entangled in your hair. Your steps became faster, more determined to get out of this awful space.

A breath of fresh air hit you in the face, the wind running its chilly fingers through your locks, tugging at your hair playfully. 

You took another step forward, and suddenly you were falling, sun blinding your eyes as they stretched wide in panic. You landed on your back, all of the breath knocked out of you.

“Holy-”

Someone above you tsks. “Is it really appropriate for such a young lady like you to be cursing?”

You jolt up, banging your head against someone else’s forehead. You lay back down with a groan. “Who the hell are you?”

“You shouldn’t answer a question with a question, princess.”

You cross your arms over your chest, head still pounding. “Mine seems more important,” you argue. “Who are you?”

You feel a hand rest gently on your forehead, and the ache begins to dissipate. 

The person chuckles lightly. “Well,” he said- you figured it was male, though he spoke in more of a sing-song. “Maybe you should open your eyes before asking such things.”

You frown, earning another laugh from the unknown person. Slowly you blink, your eyes adjusting to the light. Standing above you was the tallest man you’d ever seen. He was bathed  with a golden glow, bright blue eyes gazing into your own. A laurel wreath shone atop his head, perfectly tan arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Somehow you knew this was a god, though it wasn’t his appearance that gave him away- rather, it was his presence. 

“Apollo?” You whispered softly, as if you believed if you stirred the air too much, it would scare the god of the sun away. 

The addressed deity threw his head back, a booming laugh escaping his lips. “Yes, that is I, little mortal.” 

You stood, dusting off your dress. As quickly as you rose, you dropped into a grand curtsy. “Lord Apollo, to what do I owe the honour?” 

“You are smarter than you look.” You weren’t sure whether to be proud or offended by his words as he circled you, studying you as a king observes his prize bull. “Tell me, little mortal, how did you know that I am Apollo?”

You tilt your head. “You feel like the sun,” you stated bluntly.

That got him to chuckle again. He paused his pacing to look you in the eye. “I suppose. But I have come to answer your prayer.”

You blinked. “What prayer?”

Apollo furrowed his perfect brow. “What do you mean, ‘what prayer’?” He questioned. “Y’know? That prayer that you sent me when you were two, wishing you could be like your father, the mighty Odysseus?”

“Did I?” You try to remember what he was referring to, but you come up empty. “Sorry, but I don’t think I even knew you existed at such a young age.”

“Ah.” Apollo waves this off. “It doesn’t matter whether you remember it or not, for I am here to make your dreams come true.”

“Uhm,” you said. “No offense, Lord Apollo, but how…” You trailed off as the god held up a golden bow, fitted perfectly for the palms of your hands to grip. 

You reached out to touch it, mesmerized by the curve of the limbs and the string that seemed to change colors in the sunlight. Apollo held it closer, as if urging you to take it. You didn’t need any further encouragement, small fingers wrapping around the weapon. 

As you grasped the bow, a shimmering belt appeared on your waist, a quiver full of arrows attached. You gasped, running your fingers up and down your new accessory. 

When you looked up, mouth opening to speak, you met Apollo’s shining blue eyes. “Thank you,” you murmured, tone filled with emotion and gratitude. 

“Anytime, Y/N,” the immortal said, shooting you a wink as he faded away. 

“Anytime.”

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[sodaneko]

₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ +18 ; dilf!sakusa ; afab!reader

love found sakusa kiyoomi only much later in life. it’s not like he gave up on it, no, it was just never a priority–that is until he met you. a simple photoshoot for some luxury brand, or so he thought till you walked into the dressing room, introducing yourself politely before getting to work. usually he didn’t bother looking up from his phone while the people in charge of the shoot fussed over him, but his eyes were constantly drawn to you as you lean over him, brushing powder across his skin and arranging his curls–dark with gray streaks–with the utmost care.

sakusa was curious about what your face looked like beneath the mask you wore, hiding away half of your features except for your eyes; oh, your eyes. sharp yet warm, with those long lashes through which you blinked at him, the amused gleam when he made you laugh (he never wanted to make anyone laugh before). but it’s not just your gaze, it’s also the faint scent of your perfume that made his thoughts swim and your mumbled “apologies, sir” when you had to step into his space again, the two words going straight to his loins. your skillful fingers worked their magic on him, adjusting the million yen suit you’d ruin a few days later from grinding on his thigh until you were an overstimulated, sobbing mess. 

what began as mutual infatuation grew into something much bigger at such a rapid speed it would’ve been frightening if sakusa wasn’t so sure of you. of course you belonged to his side, in his arms, in his future. he doesn’t care that he’s your father’s age or that you’re living in a shoebox of an apartment (he’s about to change that soon anyway); what matters is your trembling thighs clenching around his face while he eats you out messily, and the way you chant his name when he fucks you hard against the wet tiles of the shower, and stuffing his cum back inside of your pussy with his long fingers when you’re leaking all over him. he could never get enough of you, not that he ever wanted to. 

sure, you can be a brat at times, constantly pushing his boundaries and testing his limits, but it’s nothing sakusa can’t handle. if anything, it amuses him. the small hitch of your breath when he clicks his tongue condescendingly, your cheeky laughter as he grabs your chin between his fingers, tilting it up, his eyes darkening, the flutter of your lashes when his hand slides down to your throat, giving it a small squeeze as a warning–he loves your little game. much more than obedience he likes seeing you put up a fight, a small tantrum here and there, sassing him and giving him a run for his money until he sinks his cock into you and fucks the attitude out of you all night long, one thrust at a time.

“i adore you,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, big hands pulling you impossibly closer by your waist as you straddle his lap. soft kisses pressed against your sweaty skin while you try to catch your breath, fingers dancing across the marks he left when he held you up earlier, then even more lavish kisses covering every part of your body. feeling you melt against him is all he needs by the end of the day, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you while the sun and moon slow dance on the horizon. how has he lived all of his life without having you? he’s never letting you go again, not when you already carved out a piece of his soul to make room for yourself in there.

“would you still love me if…” “yes. whatever it is, the answer is always yes.”

sakusa was never a soft man but he is with you; was never in love but he is with you.

[child0feden]

TOO MUCH

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader

- nsfw headcanons for overstimulation with pelle!

someone requested this and i was like, you know, this could actually fit into kinktober so i could knock two balls out of the park <3

- requested by anon | part two of kinktober | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: a wind upon the open fields by jute gyt - dead angels by funeral goat

* 18 + content ahead, please do not read if you are a minor *

- overstimulating pelle is not a hard task to do at all… the man is so unused to pleasure, so unused to feeling good that nearly every time in your early dating days, when he was still very much getting used to the new activities and unfamiliar feelings, you would almost always accidentally overstimulate him during sex!

✩ wether it be trying to ride him right into a second round, not realising just how spent he is and how much of a head rush he has or grinding your hips down against his cock as his body lays on top of yours, not realising how much his arms ache from holding his weight up above you and how sensitive his cock is as it softens inside of you…

- to put it very bluntly, pelle is extremely easy to overstimulate, he is incredibly sensitive even in the months after you take his virginity, it takes a long while for him to ever get used to sexual pleasure

✩ though one thing it took a while to get around to was oral with pelle! he had ate you out many times before, especially on your period, but whenever he was horny and wanted to receive sexual pleasure, he always just wanted to have full on sex, he always wanted to bury himself in your warmth and paint your insides with his cum, using your insides as a canvas for lewd art…

- but it is still pretty early after taking his virginity when he feels like having his cock sucked for the first time, when he finally lets you drop to your knees without pulling you up and taking your panties off, without wanting more, when he finally feels like doing something other then being cocooned in your warmth or lapping at your wet cunt like a starved man

✩ as usual, the time that he finally feels up to it is during the dead of night, when the sun is completely hidden from sight and only the moon is shining through the window of your shared bedroom in the band house! with you and pelle being the only ones awake, sitting on your shared bed together as you talk to him about whatever topic comes to mind whilst pelle just watches your soft lips move as you talk, watching as your pink lips jut out in an unknowing pout when you realise he has completely zoned out, laughing softly when he quickly looks back up to meet your eyes with a slightly lustful look in his eyes, mumbling quietly to you when he realised he has been caught staring at your lips

“ sorry… just… you have nice lips, i’m sorry… ” ( he only ever apologises this much to you, he is so damn terrified of accidentally creeping you out and scaring you off )

- pelle will not tell you what he wants, definitely not! he is still so shy with actually telling you, with actually admitting that he wants to feel good… but lucky for him, it is not hard to see when pelle is horny, you know him like the back of your hand and you see the want in his eyes clear as day, you see the slight tent forming in his ripped up blue jeans as he keeps his eyes trained downwards, it is only when you ask him softly yet bluntly if he wants a blowjob that he looks up with wide blue eyes and a slightly gaping mouth, obviously still not used to how straight to the point you are, still not used to how eager you are to please him… and yet he lets out a shaky breath before nodding his head, quickly moving his body to sit straighter up against the wall at the head of the bed as you crawl down the springy mattress and kneel next to his legs, your eyes looking up to watch lovingly as he blushes a deep red, to watch as his pale hands rest atop his thighs limply, shaking slightly with… excitement? nervousness? fear? you think it might just be a mix of both!

✩ it is only when you take your eyes off him, tilting your head downwards towards his crotch as your hands go to undo his jeans that he looks down at you, his mouth dropped open to release heavy and ragged breaths, pupils dilated and black almost completely taking over his blue eyes as he watches your hands unzip his fly before pulling both his boxers and jeans down his thighs, his fists clenching slightly atop his thighs at the feeling of cold air against his cock as it springs up from under his black cotton boxers, already rock hard and practically begging for relief as pearly little drops of pre cum ooze from the tip, it almost makes you drool as you look at it, licking your lips to soften them up a little before leaning your head down and taking his cock into your warm and welcoming mouth

- the feeling is so… different for pelle, so unlike the feeling of being buried deep inside of your tight cunt, so unlike the feeling of his own cold hand wrapped around his cock those few times he ever jerked off, so unlike anything he has ever felt before… it feels so new but so good, causing him to immediately release a sharp and loud moan as you take him all the way into your mouth, allowing his cock to brush against the very back of your warm throat before licking back up to his tip just to repeat the motion over and over, bringing your hand up to stroke his cock as you go! pelle is a goner, it does not take a genius to see it as he throws his head back, accidentally banging it against the hard white wall with a thump but he does not even register the slight pain to his skull, too overrun with pleasure as you suck him off, both of his pale hands rising from their place on his thighs and coming to hold your head, guiding your movements faster and deeper as his fingers tangle in your hair with an accidental roughness that makes you moan around him, the vibrations only giving him more pleasure as his mouth drops open again to release strings of deep moans and some desperate curses, even some quiet pleas for more, for you to take him deeper and for you to moan around him once more

“ please… please, keep going… feels so good… your mouth feels so good… fuck! ” ( you have no clue what he says in swedish, you think some of it might just be gibberish as his mind is wracked with pleasure but you can recognise some words as definitely curses )

✩ it does not take long for pelle to cum, with your warm mouth only taking him deeper each time you slide your head down onto him, his hands tangling in your hair tighter and guiding you even faster which makes you quicken your hand movements at the base of his cock to match your head movements! pelle just cannot stop moaning as you go, letting out a jumbled mess of gasps and scratchy moans, his toes are clenching tightly in his white socks as he feels a coil in his lower stomach, a warm heat taking over his usually cold body as he shoots salty white ropes into your mouth, holding your head down to the base of his cock as his cum paints the back of your pink throat and panting heavily in between low moans as his knees jut slightly from pleasure… but you do not pull your head off him when he loosens his hand from your hair and begins to stroke it softly instead, no, you keep going, you begin moving your head up and down once again as his upper body lurches at the feeling

- his vision quickly becomes spotted and blurred as he feels you taking his sensitive cock deeper into your throat once again, swallowing his cum from around him as his mouth gapes open, loud and desperate moans echoing through the room and surely waking at least one of his band mates up through the thin walls but they must be too proud of pelle for getting laid to bang against the walls or yell because it never comes… but pelle never pulls your head off him, never tries to tell you to stop or make any indication that he does not want you to keep going because somehow, he does still want the pleasure, even when the pleasure is beginning to mix with the slight pain of overstimulation, he wants it so bad… the mix of pleasure and pain is heavenly to him and he thinks maybe he might just be dying from pleasure when his vision begins to darken and suddenly, his mind is thrust into complete darkness as his eyes roll back into his head..

✩ at first, you do not even realise he passed out! you take the silence after that last deep moan as him being too deep in pleasure to even make another sound, you take his hands loosening around your hair as him not wanting to pull your hair and possibly hurt you…

- it is only when you trail your eyes up his body, landing on his face that your eyes widen and you quickly pull your wet mouth off his cock and lean over him, finally noticing his rolled back eyes and red flushed face, finally nothing that he passed the fuck out from you continuing to suck him off after he came in your mouth once! you feel horrible as pet his cold cheek softly, quietly mumbling apologies and curse words towards yourself as you realise just how crazy this is, how you actually just knocked him out by sucking him off a little too much! you take the time of him being passed out to tuck his cock back into his boxers and brush some of his long blonde hair out of his heated face, simply laying flat on your stomach beside him as you nervously bite your nails and wait for him to awake from his sudden slumber, checking every couple of seconds that he definitely is still breathing, always beyond thrown off by how actually dead he looks when sleeping… this would look terrible on your record! killing your boyfriend by sucking him off to much? by accidentally overstimulating him? i mean, the thought would make you laugh if you were not so genuinely worried…

✩ when pelle does wake up, he is beyond confused about what happened, he almost thinks he was dreaming the whole thing as he sees his cock is tucked away in his pants and you are not leaning over him with that sultry look in your eyes as you look up at him with his cock in your mouth… at least he thinks it was all a dream until you squeak out an apology from beside him, looking at him with an apologetic look painted across your face whilst telling him how sorry you are and how you totally should have just stopped, quickly asking him if he wants any water or tea or really anything but shutting up when he slowly shakes his head, beginning to talk in a slightly raspy voice when you calm down a bit and quiet down

“ it’s okay… you didn’t do anything wrong, nothing… it felt good, just… too much… ” ( and it did feel crazy good to him! he felt like he was about to die from pleasure, what a dreamy way to go… but he does not want you to think that he was hurting or annoyed by you accidentally overstimulating him )

- it does not take long for pelle to fully recover from his sudden loss of consciousness as his head begins to level out, feeling more and more less lightheaded as the seconds tick by! but he can see you are still feeling a little guilty, he can read you so well and he just takes your hands to pull you over from beside him, pulling your body on top of his and moving his hands the back of your head to pull you down to meet him in an eskimo kiss, rubbing his boney nose against your as you settle on top of him, flashing a smile at you as you flash one back, moving your head to rest on his shoulder as he strokes your back whilst you talk to him, making soft conversation through the night as the moon watches through the window <3

[iliketangerines]

Mk1 Reiko being pent up because shao has been working Reiko to the bone and when he finally gets a day off he’s spending it fucking you literally every chance he gets- 👀 on the table, the couch, the bathroom- everywhere-

everywhere and anywhere

a/n: i gotchu cutie. i've never written for reiko, so i hope i did him justice lmao.

pairing: reiko x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, biting kink, pain kink, slight dacryphilia, nipple play, fingerfucking, brief shower sex

Reiko is angry

everyday he’s been out working, waking up before the sun rises and going home with the moon high in the sky, and he’s pent up and angry

he hasn’t had a chance to touch you, fuck you, love you for weeks now

you’re asleep when he leaves and asleep when he comes back, and he won’t wake you up because you need your rest as much as he does

General Shao has given him no breaks, telling him he needs to get better and better

it’s all because of those ridiculous Earthrealmers, and Reiko’s hand twitches at the thought of Raiden and his magical amulet

how was he meant to defend himself against something like that?

as Reiko approaches General Shao’s office, knocking on the wood and hearing his deep voice telling him to enter, Reiko steels himself for the onslaught of work Shao will give him

he’s surprised to hear General Shao tell him to take the rest of the day off, that he can go and relax and take a break since he’s been working so hard lately and that he’ll need his rest for the next mission General Shao sends him on

Reiko salutes General Shao and then hurries back home, desperate to feel your skin on his once again

he finds you in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot for dinner, and he grabs onto your waist, digging his fingers into your waist and burying his face in your neck

you let out a squeak, not expecting him back so soon, but you lean into his touch nonetheless, excited that he’s back so early

he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your neck, one hand going under your shirt and up your torso to grope at your tits

his other hand dips into your panties, rubbing slowly at your clit

you squirm in front of the pot, telling him that you have to finish cooking the food or it’ll burn, but he just mumbles into your skin that he doesn’t care and starts humping your ass

he can feel you growing wetter despite your weak protests and slides his fingers through your folds before slipping his fingers into your pussy

you let out a small moan, hands shaking as you try to put out the fire underneath the food so it won’t burn, and you put it out just as Reiko pulls his hands from your body and flips you around and pulls your head to his

he kisses you roughly, pressing his tongue against yours, and pushes you toward the dining table until your back hits the wood and you have to hop onto the table

when he parts from your lips, you pull off your shirt, and he takes off your pants, ripping your panties in half in his impatience

you complain, saying those were your comfiest pair, but he silences you with a kiss as he gropes at your tit, pinching your nipples harshly

he grinds into you, the rough material of his pants digging into your sensitive clit, and you can’t but whimper into Reiko’s mouth at the feeling and grip onto the back of his neck tighter

he reaches his other hand down and plays with your clit, flicking it back and forth before pressing into it with the pad of his thumb

you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back as your hips jerk on the table and try to grind against his thumb

Reiko takes the chance to suck a hickey into your neck, hoping it’ll last a few days until he gets back from his next mission to mark you up some more

as he rubs your clit, he uses his other hand to pinch at your nipples roughly, pulling and rolling the nubs between his fingers until you’re crying

you grip onto him despite your tears and sink your teeth into his neck, and he groans in pleasure and pain

you scratch at his back, nails digging deep and leaving red angry marks on his skin, and he squeezes your tit hard enough to have you whimpering in pain

his other hand rubs faster at your clit, trying to get you reach your orgasm and have you soak his fingers, and you buck your hips against him as you get closer and closer to the edge

you cum with a whimper, sounds muffled by Reiko’s skin as he continues to flick your clit back and forth as you ride out your orgasm

finally, he pulls out his dick from his pants, eager to fuck you again

Reiko slides it along your soaked folds before thrusting in, not allowing you time to adjust as he starts fucking into you roughly, the wet slap of his hips meeting yours fills the room along with your moans and his grunts

he digs his fingers into your hips, hoping it’ll leave bruises, and you bite and suck at his neck, knowing that it’ll claim his as yours

as you both scratch and bite at each other, Reiko’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he reaches one of his hands down to pinch your clit

you cum with a high-pitched whine, your pussy clenching around his dick, and he groans and buries himself into you, shooting his seed deep into your greedy cunt

he kisses you, teeth biting at your lip and hand wrapping tightly around your waist, and he picks you up and brings you to the bedroom

he doesn’t break from your lips for one second, greedily tasting you as he throws you both onto the bed and keeps on fucking into you with his still-hard dick

he only pulls back to flip you on your knees and press his hand into your back forcing you into a deep arch as he fucks into your pussy

he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark, and he knows that every time you sit down in the next few days, you’ll be reminded of him

you fist the sheets, whines and whimpers muffled by the sheets as he angles his hips to hit that spot deep inside of you

he reaches one of his hands down, his other hand groping roughly at the bruised flesh of your ass, and rubs at your clit roughly

he tells you that you’re so tight around him, how he missed your tight wet pussy, that he’s going to mark you up all pretty and bruised

you whine at his words, tears dripping down on the sheets as the wetness from your pussy pools on the bed

you’re so close, reaching the edge of pleasure, and he can tell your close because he leans down to press his weight into you and bites your neck

you cum with a loud moan, hips rutting backward as he empties another load into you, and you can feel his cum leaking out of your pussy

you’re exhausted, body sore and ass red, but he’s still rocking his hips into yours, dick still hard despite cumming twice

Reiko slips out of you, and picks you up in his arms to the bathroom, and you admire the disheveled look on him

he rarely ever looks so crazed and feral being General Shao’s right-hand man, and you greatly enjoyed the moments where he lets loose and fucks you like a rabid animal

but this gentle side was nice too

he turns the shower on, warm water hitting your sore body as he adjusts you in his arms so your legs wrap around his waist and your arms go around his neck

he gives you long and deep thrusts, peppering your face with kisses and holding you much more gentler than before

he presses into the cold wall of the shower and grinds his pelvis into you, causing his hips to dig into your clit, and you whine at the contact

he captures you in a kiss, hands clutching onto you as he rocks his hips in and out of you softly

he pulls away briefly to mouth at your jawline and ask you to just cum one more time for him, please, he needs this so much

you whimper, and as he grinds into your clit one more time, you let out a small moan, resting your head on the shower wall as you cum on his dick one more time

he grunts and thrusts one more time and fills you up with cum, his dick finally going soft

he slips out of you and helps you put your legs down so you both can properly shower

he washes your hair carefully, getting every bit of dirt and dandruff out of your hair, and you carefully wash his face of his face paint, making sure none of it gets into his eyes

you turn off the water, and he hands you a towel for you both to dry off

the both of you get into bed naked and trace each other’s bodies, admiring the scratches and bite marks that you had given each other

you run your fingers through his hair, and he traces your body with his hands, memorizing over and over again the shape of your body

he doesn’t know if he’ll come back next time, and he always takes his time to make sure you know you are loved every time he has to leave

as you both fall asleep, you leave a prayer to the Elder Gods, praying that he’ll come home to you

[pinkbowbluehatgoldlocket]

As Above, So Beloved

“There must be balance in all things,” said Professor Simmons. “As above, so below. Just as, in the sky above us, the sun must have his moon. Under the soil, as there are fiery chambers of magma, so must there be aquifers and rivers that carve caverns beneath mountains. Within and between alchemists must also be balance. One working alone must be centered, meditative, analytical. Several working together must represent a balance of elements. Two hot-headed individuals will find it very difficult to–”

Helga, who had already read well ahead in her texts, zoned out from the lecture and found her attention wandering. As usual, it settled on one teenaged boy in particular. Her mind wandered as well, but the boy, in a way, went with it. Arnold was dressed like a prince, in a silk coat with tails and epaulets, and he extended his hand to Helga, who was in a floor-length gown shimmering with gold threads as her hair cascaded down her back. They waltzed across the floor of a ruined castle, losing themselves in each other’s eyes.

Helga suddenly felt a real set of eyes on her, and looked over to see Gerald staring at her with a raised eyebrow. As he followed her gaze to the back of Arnold's head, Helga realized with dread that she'd had a dazedly happy expression on her face for the past several minutes. In a split second, she replaced it with a scorching sneer. When Gerald's eyes traced back to her, he was slightly startled but not especially surprised to see her teeth bared and clenched fists barely resting on her desktop. He shrugged and looked away, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

Simmons was still lecturing as Helga tried her best to focus on him. “As transmutation by a solo worker is typically only achieved by masters, you will be working in pairs next class.” Several pupils groaned. “Now, class, this is VERY important. As I said, multiple people must strike a balance in their personalities, but there must also be CONNECTION. Before next class, I want you to spend time with your partner, getting to know them deeply, and finding that very special something about them that you relate to and share or admire. I don't expect you to succeed completely, but I will be able to analyze your samples and see how well you've progressed in your attempt. The more balanced and connected you and your partner are, as long as you follow the directions correctly, the better your results will be.” As he began reading off the pairings, there were many groans from throughout the room. No one seemed pleased with their counterparts, Arnold being perhaps the least so. Helga? Really? He searched his memory for any occasion where he might have angered or offended Professor Simmons in some way.

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“Look, if you can’t handle this assignment, maybe you should just let me do it myself, Short Stuff. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about balance and connection and all that nonsense.” Helga dropped a chunk of sulphur into the mortar and began grinding it with almost frightening force.

“Yeah, I guess not. Not that you even gave it a chance, Helga.” Arnold had been trying to get her to meet up with him outside of classes throughout the week but she had been ducking him and brushing him off and now it seemed they were out of hope.

“Oh, were you hoping for some quality one-on-one time with me?” Helga batted her eyelashes theatrically, but then grimaced. "Fat chance, Romeo. We’ve been in school and running around the village together for ages. If we haven’t figured each other out by now, it ain’t happening. Capische?”

“No!” Helga darted her eyes at Arnold in surprise. “What I mean is, I don’t have you figured out at all.”

She shrugged. “Don’t blame me if you’ve had your head in the clouds all this time.” The young blond man gritted his teeth and reached for the jar of mercury and an eyedropper instead of responding.

When the process reached a point where their ingredients needed time to react, the two were free to leave the room for a short break and mingle with other students who were also waiting. Arnold found his best friend in the hall and couldn’t help venting his frustrations. Gerald listened attentively before offering counsel. “Arnold, look how Simmons paired us off. Fussy Rhonda with slovenly Harold? Studious Phoebe with simple Stinky? High-strung Sid with yours cool, calm and collected, truly?” He waggled his eyebrows and Arnold chuckled. “Lotta opposites. Balance. But we all have something in common with each other, something that can bond us if we bridge the gap. This isn't just a test to see how well we can follow instructions and mix the right concoction; it's an exercise in relationships and cooperation. Helga's right, in a way. You two have known each other for years and on a deeper level than you probably realize. Put some thought into it and I think you'll find what you need. Helga's sharp; I’m thinkin’ she already has.”

Arnold was about to press him for his meaning, but just then, Simmons called for the boys’ attention, as it was time to return to both of their work stations. As he studied the glass vessel in front of him, Arnold’s mind began to simmer like the fluid it held.

What could Gerald mean? How am I supposed to bond with this harpy? She's brash and rude!

A second internal voice piped up, pushing back: Well, look at her family. They're not exactly loving and supportive. She's got a lot to compensate for. Not to mention, it’s not like anyone else in that house ever shows restraint.

Or kindness. She apparently hasn’t learned that ability either.

Come on, now. You know that’s not true. You've seen her trying. It's obvious she wants to be a kind and caring person, which makes it all the more meaningful when she succeeds.

Her sharp tongue seems to win out all too often.

She refuses to suffer fools. Pretty admirable, really. And her sharp wit has made us laugh countless times.

She's so pushy!

She knows what she wants and does what's necessary to get it. Occasionally, that includes getting the best out of her peers, even if it's just while playing games.

She always acts so tough, but I’m pretty sure it’s an act.

Gee, what could she be afraid of revealing?

How should I know? Ugh, she drives me crazy! Oh wow, she drives me crazy.

“Hello? Arnoldo? Come back from the firmament and help me out here. We need to add an eighth ounce of salt and I kinda have my hands full.” Arnold snapped his attention back to their task and measured out the requested ingredient. As Helga took the small dish from him, her fingers lightly brushed his, and a shiver ran up Arnold's arm and down his back. Watching her carefully tip the salt into the vial while stirring and keeping an eye on the flame below, he found himself entranced. His thoughts of her continued: she's so talented. And she is sharp-minded. Nobody makes a big deal about it but it's no secret that she's very smart and puts a lot of effort into her grades. She doesn't seem like a serious person but she is, where it counts. “Alright, the last step is to add the fragment. Then in a few moments, we should see how well we did.” She looked Arnold in the eye as she said the last few words and he was struck, as if seeing hers for the first time, by how beautiful and blue they were beneath her dark brow. She held out the small piece of Philosopher’s Stone and he took her hand.

Helga almost froze. Is he trembling? Heh. Am I scaring him that badly? Together, they brought it over the bubbling flask and dropped it in.

As if possessed, Arnold placed his free hand on her neck, tilting her face toward his. Before she could react, he pressed his lips softly to hers. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as her thoughts turned to white noise, blocking out the soft gasp that came from Phoebe's and Stinky's table. Neither did she hear Gerald say approvingly, “Arnold, my man!” or Rhonda scolding Harold for some flub, too distracted to notice what was going on behind them. Her own unoccupied hand, without input from her staticky brain, gently but firmly grasped Arnold’s wrist. Emboldened by this response, Arnold wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and held her tighter, deepening their kiss.

The contents of the vial suddenly began fizzing noisily, which drew the pair’s attention. As they broke apart, the liquid inside turned a silvery white with just a touch of peachy pink. The tiny lump of lead within began rising and falling rapidly as they watched and then landed in the bottom with a faint “plink.” Gold. It was gold! They had exceeded expectations and actually done it! Other students around them began to notice and fell quiet. Professor Simmons rushed over, nearly stumbling in his excitement. “Arnold! Helga! This is wonderful! You must have found something truly precious in one another!” Helga, still reeling, couldn't have said it better herself. Arnold just gazed in awe at her, this formerly dull, unshining creature who had always weighed him down and seeped unwelcome into his system, but had now transformed before his eyes into brilliant, invaluable gold.

[katsukikitten]

the second addition to a little series that will just be random moments in a bit of a chronological order? anyway enjoy sako and descriptions of drinks and desserts lmfao Sako is in his late twenties as is reader

Sako finds himself returning to this cute little dessert cafe just between territories. This is the only place that makes his latte perfect each and every time. He's noticed that it's only you who makes it right, finding himself in a bad habit of trying to sneak into the shop to see who's working.

Long fingers grabbing at the brass bell overhead to keep it from alerting the staff that normally had their backs to the door around this time. They'd be too busy focused on cutting the fresh sweet rolls and pastries into perfect sizes to freshen up the case.

Sako had seen an Instagram post from your cafe this morning about some purple iced coffee, dyed with what could be blueberry or taro just light enough to show off the moon and star shaped ice.

The post popped up just in time to give him a good enough excuse to return to your cafe so soon and Inugami did suggest that Kota “try talkin to her!”

Sako figured changing his coffee order counted.

Thankfully it's you behind the counter. Humming softly, apron strings amplifying your figure and suddenly Sako is swallowing thickly.

He noticed you the first time he came in, your customer service voice was bubbly and friendly and then when you laughed at something that bum ass coworker said, it was loud, unashamed and genuine.

Contagious as he found himself smiling down at his latte and swiss roll slice those few months ago and since then he's been back for more than just the perfect latte.

He should say something, should alert you that he's present and watching you. Humming along with the radio that plays overhead, setting some of the cakes on long platters. Rolls sliced perfectly, pastries dusted in powdered sugars and small personal sized cakes iced beautifully. Sweet puddings with colorful macarons gently tucked into the vibrant sweet.

He could watch you work methodically all damn afternoon and he was certain you wouldn't be the wiser.

But then the thought of any one else, of any other man, getting to stand where Sako stood taking in your most candid moments makes him grit his teeth.

“I heard you make cute ice.” His voice cuts through the silence and startles you, it's cute how you flinch.

Damn near jump out of your skin, almost lose the cookie you were placing in the sweet dessert. Slowly turning around with the plastered smile on your face that falters when you see him.

It's like he looks extra handsome today with the sun still flooding in behind him, making a halo of his ombre blonde hair.

He dresses like a businessman but you know he isn't, between the time of day he pops in, the way his eyes burn into your skin, the golden earrings he wears, how his knuckles are scabbed or bloodied and the bruise blooming on his jaw says otherwise.

But men had all sorts of hobbies didn't they?

“Sako.” You sound relieved that it's him but then it's like you've caught yourself, clearing your throat, “Ah, right? Sako-san?”

“Yea.” Is all he offers, the two of you staring at one another for a moment before you grab for the portafilter to pack with grounds, “Like the helpful fox on the cup.”

You go rigid for a moment, manicured finger hovering over the button to grind the beans with your back mostly turned to him. He doesn't see you open your mouth to utter your apology.

“No latte today.” He watches you deflate for a moment.

“Oh.” It comes out soft, dejected, shoulders hunching before you start to stand straight again. Turning around to give him a pinched smile you save for more of the rude customers “What would you like today sir?”

An odd feeling sits in your stomach, chasm yawning open in a heavy reminder that you didn't know this man at all. How could you? You knew his family name, not his given, and only because you have to ask in order to write it on the side of a fucking paper cup.

Almost pathetic of you to fall for a stranger and imagine that you'd know that he wouldn't like anything other than a latte.

“I wanna try this.” His voice brings you back to the moment, his phone held out in your direction with a drink you'd never seen before. You think you'll correct him, that this purple drink isn't served here until you glance down at the handle under the post.

That damn asshole posted the picture too soon, the owner said they wouldn't have the stuff on hand for another week aside from the ice.

Sako watches your face fall, watches your brow furrow and your pretty lips snarl. You look mad, furious even, as your eyes bore into the screen.

Kota thinks he likes it.

Just as quickly as it happened you collect yourself, full customer service mode.

“Aw Sako-san I'm sorry but that post was put up too early. We don't have the ingredients for it.” You make an apologetic face before you get an idea, “But maybe I can make you something else.”

You move to flip on hot water, stopping just before you hit the switch, “Oh your dessert?”

Jeans tight around your ass and thighs, shirt riding up to show off the small of your back as you pause on tiptoes as his eyes wander back up to your face as you're turning to glance over your shoulder to him.

A perverse thought enters his mind, one he struggles to push away as the answer sits on the tip of his tongue.

“You.” His answer slips out anyway, floating between the two of you as you wait patiently for him to finish his sentence, he blows air out of his nose playfully when his shameless flirting doesn't land, “You pick.”

Barely saving himself although you cannot tell a difference in his tone. Smiling as you begin to formulate a plan. Flipping on the kettle as you searched for something on the top shelf, grabbing for two jars. One filled to the brim with small dehydrated flower heads and the other a finely crushed dark blue powder. The final thing you disappear into the kitchen for, a small curse echoing around the space before you grab for the edible glitter.

In the meantime the kettle flips off before it screams, water the perfect temperature as the light turns green patiently waiting for your return.

Which you do quickly now with a glass teapot in hand, scooping out one teaspoon of those dried flowers. Soka can just see you scrunch your face as you ponder something before deciding to add another scoop.

The tea steeps into a deep and rich midnight blue as you work to pop the star and crescent moon ice from their molds. Refilling the brightly colored silicone before gently placing it back into the freezer, scooping what you've just popped into a glass.

Next is the sweetened milk, adding a bit of the blue pea flower and some of the edible glitter, stirring until it is a few shades lighter than the base tea will be. Steaming it to perfection before you first pour the steeped tea and then the milk on top to watch them meld into one another like a swirling galaxy.

Triumphantly you set it on the counter, ready to call his name before you pause as you realize you've forgotten his dessert.

Staring into the case for far too long, worried the drink will settle too much before you can get it to Sako san. Fingers twitching as you think of the flavor profiles, everything in there would be far too sweet and make the milk tea seem bitter.

Not to mention nothing would look aesthetically pleasing next to it anyway.

The drink was like a late summer night in the countryside where you could see the stars winking back and you. That's when it hits you, that experiment the owner wanted you to work on for the upcoming festival season.

“Oh I hope it's set!” You speak aloud, closing the dessert case door as you rush again into the back where the air was cooler to keep confections from melting. Hoisting open the walk in door with desperate pleas, “Please please please!’

Peeking to see if that dessert gelatin had finally set in their large round mold, anxiety prickling the nap of your neck as you tap one to see if it was ready.

It jiggles slightly in its container but nothing that indicates it could fall apart from just looking at it wrong which gives you some hope. Grabbing the single mold that sat next to the only other one you made before you blindly reached for a plate.

Without second thought flipping it over and it slides out looking as beautiful as you hoped it would, rushing to get it to Sako before the ice melted in his drink.

Setting them down in front of him giving him the service he normally dreaded but from you he wouldn't mind.

“A special dessert for a very special guest.” You giggle, holding the tray to your body when the bell chimes over head pulling your attention to the new customer that you greet. Turning to Sako before you depart, “It's like a taste of summer.”

He looks down at the perfect setting even down to the smaller details like his fork and napkin. The fork is one of those small golden three pronged ones, dainty with a scalloped handle, the napkin a dark blue that almost matches the drink and dessert before him.

He's never had a gelatin like this before, deep midnight in color, shaped like a cut in half sphere and the top of the globe had glittering golden and silver brusts of fireworks.

Kota will never understand how you made this so beautifully as he snaps a picture of the setting to post to his secret dessert account that had a cult-like following with no caption or tagged location.

He takes a sip of his drink first, the sweetness is just subtle enough that it doesn't over power the earthy lemongrass flavor and compliments it quite well. Refreshing and light despite it being a milk tea which was more known for their sugary flavors.

Next is the jelly, debating if he even wanted to destroy this work of art before he gently plunges his fork all the way to the base, sure to grab some of the whitish pink fireworks.

The flavor explodes on his tongue and he tilts his head back from his pleasure. Peach and lemon grass dance across his taste buds tied together with the softest hint of cream. He realizes the peachy flavor comes from the firework while the earthy profile comes from the jelly itself. You must have used butterfly pea tea for both.

To say Kato was impressed was an understatement, he'd yet to find anyone to make that tea taste like anything other than nothing or straight grass clippings. Yet here you were with your timers and steady hands crafting the most summery refreshing thing he's ever had.

His phone vibrates on the table, a notification on his latest posts as people ask where they can find the delicious dessert.

Sako replies to someone for the first time in the five years he's had his account.

I'm not sharing this one, she's my little secret.

[tossawary]

I do like the headcanon that it was Shen Yuan's teaching and tips that inadvertently helped Luo Binghe get through the Endless Abyss faster. Accidentally fucking himself over in a way because he cares for Luo Binghe too much is just sooooo him.

I do think there are other elements that may have helped Luo Binghe through the Endless Abyss faster. When I was making that post on a way that the heavenly demon seals might work, based on the implications in the quotes I was taking down, I formed the headcanon that the Black Moon Rhinoceros-Python in PIDW may have only partially broken the seal on Luo Binghe's demon side, potentially denying him full access to his powers and causing him pain and damage, until he could reach the Xin Mo sword and use its dimension-slicing powers to remove the last remnants of the seal. Whereas in SVSSS, Mobei-Jun, with his own special Endless-Abyss-summoning abilities, apparently ripped the seals off of Luo Binghe immediately and potentially more cleanly.

(Arguably, a sudden removal could be an even worse shock, causing a clash between spiritual systems, and causing even more pain and damage until the Xin Mo sword could be used to soothe the effects. You can come up with fun consequences either way, PIDW or SVSSS, to get the angsty headcanons that you want to explore!)

Anyway, I was thinking about the idea that... maybe SVSSS Luo Binghe making it through the Endless Abyss faster doesn't necessarily mean he's more powerful...?

Like, if we're imagining that Shen Yuan's teachings allowed SVSSS Luo Binghe to perform something like a speedrun to the Xin Mo sword (which is extremely funny to contemplate), then through sheer experience (a couple more years to cultivate/develop in the hellscape grinding level), it's not unreasonable to imagine that PIDW Luo Binghe exiting the Endless Abyss may have been significantly more powerful or at least significantly more dangerous than SVSSS Luo Binghe exiting the Endless Abyss.

(Although, even if both Binghes were the same power level, based on personality differences and goals, then Mobei-Jun's first encounter with SVSSS Binghe would be extremely different to his first encounter with PIDW Binghe regardless.)

I am currently enjoying the idea of SVSSS Luo Binghe almost immediately encountering Mobei-Jun upon exiting the Endless Abyss, having a rematch of their battle at the Immortal Alliance Conference, and then Luo Binghe losing that fight.

OP power levels are so arbitrary. I don't think it's unreasonable that even pre-ascension Mobei-Jun could (after getting pretty beat up himself, maybe) kick a young, undeveloped heavenly demon's ass. Just because Binghe has the Xin Mo sword doesn't necessarily mean that he knows how to use it. Mobei-Jun is at least 20 years older than Binghe, with potentially a great deal more training and battle experience in the Demon Realm, and depending on how you imagine his abyss and ice powers, he's potentially capable of some extremely dangerous and dirty tricks to preserve his own life.

So, like, let's say that Mobei-Jun manages to pull ahead in this fight, disarms Luo Binghe, and then throws the Xin Mo sword through a portal back into the Endless Abyss because he has no interest in keeping such a cursed thing for himself. He could just kill the seething half-demon on the ground in front of him with three broken limbs, before the heavenly demon heals up and tries to kill him again, but Shang Qinghua (who has been here THE WHOLE TIME) (who has been having a VERY BAD TIME trying desperately to stay out of the line of fire) (who didn't want to be in the Demon Realm in the first place when he's still trying to keep his cover, but he needed something for the Sun-Moon Dew Mushroom and Mobei-Jun to help him get it) Shang Qinghua says that Mobei-Jun can't just kill this boy for some reason. Holy shit, do not kill him! DO NOT! (It might break the fucking world, shit, what the fuck, what is happening...!)

And listening to Shang Qinghua has saved Mobei-Jun's skin on a number of occasions, so that's it! Apparently, he can't just kill this boy. Admittedly, he is mildly impressed by the boy's tenacity, but, like, the boy is obviously suffering poor effects from the sword's curse, may or may not be possessed by the Elder Dream Demon, and desperately wants to kill him. He's a fixer-upper, for sure.

So, like... now what?

[stunning-eclipse]

So... DID and the Daycare Attendant.

I don't think I need to do an introduction to everyone's favorite Daycare Attendant, so I'm going to start this off with a description of DID and what it's like to live with it, because I in fact have it!

DID is a weird case. It's both easy and hard to live with. My alters have saved my life in some cases, and they've made me have some strained relationships as well. One moment I'm here, then one positive/negative trigger later and I'm gone and someone else is piloting this fleshy mech. I have around 20 alters, some with names, some unnamed, some fictives, some ordinary people. But funnily enough, I have two fictives that take after Sun and Moon (named Sunnydrop and Moon respectively). They're both friendly, at least Moon is nowadays, but they've been around for a long time.

A positive or negative trigger is whenever something happens that brings an alter to front. Music, games, voices, people, etc can all be triggers for an alter to front, as well as trauma or distress which are typically referred to as negative triggers. We'll get back to that later when we talk about the lights off and Sun and Moon's positive triggers.

So! How about we get into why Sun and Moon (and Eclipse) are positive DID representation!

Here's why the Daycare Attendant is a great representation of DID!

First off, I want to regard the whole "Moon is an evil alter" thing. While yes, we are led to believe that he is indeed evil, there are a few interesting things about him that still make him excellent as representation. Remember how I said my alter Moon is friendly nowadays? Yeah, well not all alters are friendly off the bat and they can be quite aggressive based on whichever trauma they are defending you from. My alter Moon defends me from my abandonment trauma and trusts no one, and therefore can get really aggressive and even violent towards people. Not all alters are going to be friendly, and while I'm not saying they'll just be murderous killers looking for the thrill of a hunt, they can be mean. Really mean.

Now I wanna get into the smaller bits. When someone with DID is going through a switch, it's not as easy as "oh well he's gone now say hi to this other guy." It can be that easy on occasion, but most of the time it is a slow and painful process. Migraines, fighting for control for minutes on end... just like how Sun and Moon react. Moon mentions his gears are grinding in his head when trying to hold off Sun, not only having a fight for control, but a migraine as well. We can also see Sun struggle with the same pain in the base game when you turn the lights off.

You can also tell the two know each other pretty well. Sun never refers to Moon by name, but it's very clear he sees him as a threat and has seen the stuff Moon has done while fronting. This is called co-fronting. When someone is still conscious and watching whatever the alter is doing while they're fronting, that's when they are co-fronting. And in Ruin, you can see they are co-fronting the entire segment. Moon also refers to Sun by name plenty, meaning they are both aware of each other and really aren't fond of not being in control of the body.

Their pronoun usage of we and us is also incredibly accurate!! When I'm dissociating, I will refer to myself as we and us due to not being the only one fronting and sometimes being unsure of who's actually in control in the moment. Sun seems to do that plenty whenever he's distressed, alluding to Moon being present or trying to front in the moment. And once Moon's positive trigger is used, aka the lights being off, he can finally assume control. It does seem like Moon has stress as another positive trigger due to Sun's usage of plural pronouns but that's more of a theory than anything concrete, so I'll move on.

Here's my favorite part... Man, Sun and Moon are very similar. Scarily so. When someone has alternate personalities, they will all share some minor similarities. Queen and I share the same germophobia, Sunnydrop and I are both artists, Moon and I both have social anxiety. Etc etc. In the case of Sun and Moon, they both are very energetic and can't stand still. They bounce side to side or move in very eccentric ways. They both have an innate need to clean up, showing a sign of hating things being messy. They both tend to laugh a lot, have similar vocal inflictions, and even growl their words (listen to Sun in Help Wanted 2, he growls so much.) They both respect not going behind the desk, and supposedly want the kids to be safe and well assuming Moon is indeed hacked and not evil from the start. They both rock the jester aesthetic too which, sure they're dressed like them but, they sure do act like clowns. In the end, the two are strangely similar outside of one of them being obsessed with killing you.

Finally... let's talk about Eclipse. Eclipse is a third alter and very similar to a fusion between the two jesters. Calm and collected, while also remaining protective and very clean-centric, Eclipse is... very clearly the "host" alter of the three. An alter that is a mixture of the others? Yeah, very clearly, he is the host, so the main personality that primarily controls the body. Meaning Sun and Moon are both alters, making Sun a positive friendly alter! Don't see those in media very often, huh? Also, the fact there's three of them makes me incredibly happy, I always see DID represented by just one alter present. But there's three! Not a realistic number by any means, but it's better than one.

So... yeah!!! That's my basic run-through of how the Daycare Attendant is a positive representation of DID! If I missed anything or if you guys have questions, please shoot me a message or comment and I'd love to answer questions! Thanks for reading if you did! We appreciate it!

[idrawfunkythings]

DCAtober24 Day 3: Googly Eyes

I won't be doing every day on the list (because I tragically have to do schoolwork) but I needed to get on the daycare attendant grind.

Words: 1,400+ Summary: It's arts and crafts time in the Superstar Daycare

A few nights ago, you’d found a large bucket of assorted googly eyes. More accurately, Moon had found them, and you’d had to wrestle them away from him before he could fly around the Pizzaplex and stick them on anything he could reach. Once you’d safely hidden them and smacked him with some plushies to get him to back off, you’d told him and Sun that you’d have to use them all soon so a staffbot wouldn’t accidentally chuck them all out.

And this morning, Sun accosted you the second you stepped inside with his genius idea of what to do.

He’d been beaming with excitement throughout his explanation. Apparently, they used to do puppet shows in the early days of the daycare, and as any jester would, he missed them. You’d helped him get everything set up while the kids had their lunch break - and of course been humbled when your nice clean setup was ruined by children squabbling over which sock they wanted.

As of right now, Sun is gluing googly eyes onto his puppet at the front of the room, entertaining the kids by pretending the puppet is real and trying to get away from him.

“Mr Squiggles, please let me put this on you!” Sun implores. The puppet shakes its head, one eye stuck on the fabric and the other in Sun’s nimble fingers.

“No! I don’t need eyes!” Mr Squiggles argues in a high pitched voice, before reaching up and spinning Sun’s rays. Sun gasps dramatically, making the kids giggle.

“Mr Squiggles! We do not touch our friends without asking them first!” He waggles a finger reproachfully. Samira cackles, ignoring her own pink sock puppet in favour of watching Sun. You take advantage of the distraction and pick up the dropped glue bottles and eyes off the floor, placing them back on the kiddy tables.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Mr Sun,” Mr Squiggles looks down sadly (or as sad as a sock could look). “I’ve never really had a friend before.”

Sun gasps again. “That’s horrible! I guess all of us will have to be your first friends!” He looks out at the other children. “What do you all think? Should we ask Mr Squiggles to be our friend?”

There’s a chorus of “yes” from the children, one of whom calls out “I’ll be your best friend!”. Sun smiles and pats the puppet with his free hand.

“See, Mr Squiggles? If you want friends, all you have to do is ask!” Sun gives him a smile. “Alright everyone, let’s make some sock buddies for Mr Squiggles!”

The kids jump back into their craft time, occasionally arguing over materials but mostly behaving. Sun flits around, and you mirror him, checking in on them if they’re struggling and offering help.

Willow, in her usual Garfield shirt and blue overalls, tugs your hand as you walk past. You squat down next to her. “What’s up?”

“Um…” she trails off, embarrassed. You give her hand a reassuring squeeze, and she points to the beginnings of a puppet. “Can you help me?”

“I sure can,” you tell her, kneeling on the floor to better get to the materials. “How can I help?”

Willow points to the yarn at the center of the table. “I don’t know how to make hair.”

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at the fact she’s asking you to do something you know. “Oh, it’s a bit fiddly. What colour do you want?”

She points to her hair. “This colour.” So, red, is what she’s saying. You grab the red yarn from the center and start cutting off strips with the safety scissors in the middle (the only scissors Sun allows in the daycare). You show her how to stick the yarn on with the glue, and to hold down until it dries to make sure it won’t fall off.

About five minutes later, she’s gotten the hang of it and bats your hand away with an excited “I know it!”. You get up to go and see if anyone else needs help, but her hand on your knee stops you.

“Mmm? What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like you’re stupid. “Are you making a friend?”

“Oh.” You hadn’t planned to, but she appears very much like the idea of you leaving her side without a sock to call your own would be unacceptable, so you sit back down and shrug. “Are there any puppets left?”

The answer to your question is chucked in front of you. Sean, sitting at the other end of the table, giggles as you pick up the yellow sock from the floor. When you raise an eyebrow, he squeals and says “Cosmo did it!” and points to his puppet.

Willow points to the materials in the table. “Your turn now.”

You give her a smile and obey, gluing on buttons and googly eyes and paper arms in between scanning for any kids that need help. Sun doesn’t seem bothered by your slacking, so you take that as permission to continue while he jumps from table to table.

Since arts and crafts was scheduled at the end of the day, by the time you bedazzle your sock in a way that satisfies Willow the first few parents have arrived to get their kids. You stuff the puppet in the pocket of your pants and keep track of the kids while Sun hands them off.

The crowd dwindles, and before you know it it’s just you and Sun in the daycare. You stretch, leaning back on the security desk as Sun closes the daycare doors.

“I think that went well,” you say, not in a rush to gather your stuff. Sun claps his hands.

“So do I! They all seemed so excited to have a new friend to take home. Although….” his eyes narrow. “Sean has been blaming things on his, so I’ll have to keep an eye on him.”

You smile. “I could say the same for you.”

Sun gasps, and suddenly Mr Squiggles is on his right hand, his left now resting on his hip. “I’ll have you know, Mr Squiggles is a sentient sock, not someone to blame things on! He is a close friend.”

“Oh, I have one too, actually.” You fish around in your pocket to pull your own puppet out, and hold it out for Sun. “It’s just a shitty one, but-”

“Language,” Sun says automatically, but he takes the gift and looks at it. “Did you make this for me?”

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. “Yeah, just cause like, we’re always hanging out together, and you’re my friend, so-”

You’re cut off by Sun sweeping you into a hug. “You didn’t have to make me anything! Being your friend is gift enough for me!” Yeah, you expected him to say something cheesy like that.

He lets you go and slides the sock on his hand, beaming. The new puppet is yellow with red yarn stripes on the bottom, and yellow paper rays on the top, with pom poms and ribbons on the hands to look like bells. In all honesty, it looks like something the kids made, but Sun doesn’t seem to care.

“Thank you, Sunshine,” Sun says softly. “It’s not often we get gifts.”

You roll your eyes. “That one was for you. I’ll have to make one for Moon, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Sun tilts his head to the side and spins his rays once. You know that look - Moon was speaking. “I think I would have to agree with you.”

[phoenixremix69]

Once more I lament the fact that we never got a proper origin story for Cozy Glow, and in my lamentations, i thought of an origin story revealing that she was Starlight Glimmer the whole time

It starts when she's doing her whole trip through time with Twilight chasing her, and in a panic, she accidentally teleports and time travels at the same time, and she winds up in a mysterious room full of gears, like the inside of a giant clock. They all seem to be chugging along, some bigger, some smaller, there's two absolutely massive ones marked with a sun and moon, even one that looks like 15 different colored and sized gears got shattered and duct taped together. And as she looks down at a gear with her cutie mark on it being grinded against by a larger gear with a starburst and a tiny one with a green flame, she realizes where she is. This room, this place, is Destiny. This is everything she was fighting against, sure the cutie marks were what she was affecting, but really, what she hated was what the marks represented.

So she tries to rip out Twilight's, good luck chasing her now, but as if by magic, even though nopony was casting a spell, the gear kept reappearing, moving it, cursing it, even just trying to stop it seemed to have no affect. It just kept moving closer and closer to hers, powered by something so grand yet so familiar. Magic, she realized. This simple yet fundamental force was what was powering this grand celestial clockwork, and to stop it, she would have to destroy magic itself. Oh well, a small price to pay for freedom. But this would take time, time she didn't have with Spaklebutt on her tail. That damn nag wouldn't rest until Starlight was "Reformed." Hmm, there's an idea. This type of magic had never been done before, but Starlight was nothing if not a prodigy of her new enemy. Flesh, memories, even magic, all copied to a perfect simulacrum of her, ready t be tossed into Twilight's path. Even the room agreed, as a second identical gear appeared next to hers.

Well, with that out of the way, time to figure of what to do about her little destiny problem. She apparently couldn't touch other beings' gears, but what about her own? It took a lot of elbow grease, but she was able to wrench it off the wall, and as soon as she shattered it, she shattered. She was a stallion, a dragon, agriffinalicornchangelingoldyoungtinyhugemakeit S T O P. with no destiny to chain her, she was literally free to be anything. when she finally stabilized enough to think, she started pondering her new predicament on getting rid of magic. She did hear about a centaur that recently tried to eat all of the magic in Equestria, maybe he had some idea. And in the meantime, she's going to have to stay close to the clone to keep it together, and keeping an eye on Twilight would be a nice bonus too. Now what to be, pegasus maybe, Twilight would probably be suspicious of any unicorns that acted like her, and while she may only be in her 30's, a body with no back pain would be nice.

It was only sitting in her cell next to Tirek that she realized she missed a crucial step in the equation. Magic may be what powers the clock, but what actually allows the gears to keep moving is friendship. Ponies and their destinies don't exist in a vacuum after all, even if one gear isn't moving, as soon as one gear interacts with it, it will. So the plan wasn't necessarily wrong, she just needs to account for this new variable. Now, who does she know that's great at sewing suspicion and ruining relationships?

[multidimensionalguidance]

Cancer Season For All Signs (Part 2)

Thought I’d leave the other signs waiting for too long? Well, here I’m back to deliver the rest of this monthly prediction for the signs.

As previously mentioned, Cancer season is now upon us till August 16th! We will be focusing our energy towards the aspects of our lives that are related to our home, mothers, domestic comfort, vehicles, roots, and inner world.

This transit will have a particular effect for each Ascendant/Rising sign during this time, but please make sure to also take a look at your Moon as well.

Note: All of my astrology post are sidereal calculations!

Libra

During this month it's all about your career, profession, public appearance, reputation, fame, grandmother from paternal side, and/or in-laws. If you've been waiting for your moment to shine at work, starting a new business, launching a brand, or even posting more often on social media then your time has arrived. Venus will be making you seem more attractive than usual to those outside of your every sphere, people at work, and even strangers online/offline. You might already been feeling like being out more often, uploading more pictures, getting prettier for work, or simply in a mood to be seen. If not, then by all means start grinding the gears towards that direction. Promotions and gains from work will be more likely to occur during this time, so don't shy away from using all this energy to take try and escalate the corporate or work ladder. There will also continue to be an increased on sudden shocking truths being revealed. You might unexpectedly experience a loss that might shake you or leave you feeling wounded, be it from a financial aspect or someone whom you cherished (not necessarily death). You will be protected if any harm comes your way, so just focus on processing it all in the best way possible.

Scorpio

Traveling, higher education, beliefs, cross-cultural relationships, and spirituality will be taking the front lines until the Sun moves to Leo. You will be feeling more keen to spending on these matters than in any other month. There might also be the possibility for you to have a special encounter with a foreigner, be it in the form of a friend, a spiritual teacher, romantic partner, or an individual that is spends surrounded by books/universities/etc. Don't be surprise if you find yourself traveling a lot during this time as well, be it locally within your own country or to other countries. You will be feeling more introspective than usual, and that's saying a lot since you Scorpio's are already this way by nature. Perhaps you've been questioning some big things in your life lately, and now actively seeking answers for them. Well, I'll be the one that to tell you that which we seek is often looking for us as well, and it might find you sooner than you think. The universe is pulling you towards exploring the ways in which you've held your values, morals, and spirituality more than ever. It is time for you to reassess how aligned to your higher purpose you've been feeling, and making the necessary tweaks to follow that path rigorously. This would also be a good time for you to visit temples of any sort, learn a new language, study for any exams, and to reconnect with your inner flame. If your mother or childhood home is faraway from where you are currently, then perhaps you'll be traveling there to spend more time together. This is the time to nourish your connection with the divine and connect with motherly figures that make you feel safe, loved, and protected.

Sagittarius

Things are about to get wonky and mystical for your during this season, so get ready! It's almost like experiencing Halloween during the middle of summer. Your interest for the occult, mystic, and all spooky things will be at all time high. You're being called to transform and transmute during this time Sagittarius, and this will imply experiencing some inner darkness or old skeletons coming out of the closet. Now, as long as you maintain your usual positive and curious mindset then it will just be slightly uncomfortable yet needed experiences. There will also be an increase in your savings, and this could come from joint assets (if you're married) or in general others wanting to splurge a bit on you. You will be feeling a bit more pampered than usual, which is great because I know that work and health could be of some concern. If you're exercising and keeping a good health check on your body, then no worries about any illness, but be mindful of possible accidents occuring so don't go THAT hard on the gym or extreme sports. Any time that you choose to spend learning about occult practices, finances, and even secrets that you might feel keen of hiding for whatever reason, will be of importance to you during this time. If there's any information that has been kept from you then during this month it will be revealed as well. Do not be surprise either if you're feeling more keen to quite literally merging with someone else *wink wink* or exploring things in the bedroom that before were not so appealing to you. Others will feel you more magnetizing than ever, so be ready to be approached by all sorts of people, including the not so regular ones.

Capricorn

Love has its sight on your, Capricorn. You're one of the signs that people usually assume is very disconnected from romance, but in reality your muted outward expression is often matched with a deep intensity of feelings within. You've been wondering for a while when the plot with romance would get interesting, and well, the universe is putting partnerships on the center stage for you. In general, you and others around will be in an energy of sharing. All sort of relationships from all different levels will be at play during this season, and its not the time for you to play the nonchalant card anymore. Venus going through your 7th house is saying that its time for you to enjoy the beauty of interacting with others through creativity, joy, love, and anything that brings pleasure. In terms of business, you will also be having more interactions with your clients than ever and there might be some coworkers who catch your eye or vice versa. The universe is tired of how often you want to play safe when it comes to relationships, and the its truly flipping the table around with zero f*cks. You have been encountering all sort of situations that are pushing you out of your comfort zone, and even interest in people or activities that were never appealing for you before. The key behind ensuring that these interactions will be worthy of your time and energy is to have a soft approach to them. Trust your intuition with how you feel towards those that are close to you at the moment, regardless of the type of relationship. Nourish your closed ones and allow them to make you feel valued, heard, understood, and deeply loved. You deserve it!

Aquarius

All right, someone said "it's all about my hot summer body" for this season and we love it. The highlight for your during this time will be about your health, wellness, work, routine, business, job, pets, and even enemies. It seems like you've activated the gears within you and have been putting all that soft and nurturing energy towards your body lately. If you haven't already started a self care routine for yourself, then don't worry, you're still on time to start! The universe wants you to prioritize investing your energy on matters that will allow you to feel more structured, organized, and focused, which is exactly what Saturn (your chart ruler) loves to do. You might be feeling like adding a touch of beauty, harmony and aesthetics to your work and routine. Yeah, I see the little decorations you're adding to your desk or work space, and that's exactly what you should be doing. Don't be surprised if coworkers are looking at you a little too hard during this time around as well. Your mind, body, and spirit are calling you to give it some deep love during this time, so any activities that aids you towards bringing a deeper alignment of these three aspects will be highly beneficial for you. If your stomach has been acting up more than usual, then please start taking into consideration drinking tea or any natural option that is connected to your cultural roots. There has been A LOT of pressure and weight placed on your shoulders Aquarius, and if you don't counter all of that with care towards your wellness then it is likely you might suffer some sort of illness this time around that leaves you stuck in bed for a bit. Remember, you only know how much you love breathing until your nose is clogged and you can't stop coughing.

Pisces

Fun times are coming around for you, Pisces! There will be a focus on romance, love, play, creativity, self expression, children, learning, etc. You have been really focused on yourself since December of last year, and this is not by coincidence. A lot of wounds, spiritual awakenings, shady people have been running into you, and this has definitely been quite exhausting, but I'm here to tell you that it's not all work and no play. During this Cancer season you will be feeling more relaxed and seeking situations that put a smile on your face. It could be that life have dampen your mood lately, but it will be balanced out during this time if you're willing to put energy towards activities which encourage your creativity and self expression. There might also be a special highlight on romantic relationships since Venus is transiting the house of romantic affairs, and you if you're open to it, you're likely to encounter a lot of people near you who are interested in developing a connection. It doesn't mean it will be long term, but it can be a fun, unusual and exciting one. Be wary of gossip from others though! Jupiter is going to keep on expanding communication, hobbies, and short traveling so you will have the chance during this season to shine brightly in your community. You might even develop an interest or put a focus towards politics/government, if you haven't already, or perhaps developing your education further in somewhere that feels like home to you.

If you’d like to know with eve even more detail how Cancer season will be for you or would like to receive a reading from me, feel free to check out my services by clicking the link below or typing multiguidance.com in your preferred browser 🦋✨

[elminx]

Energy Update: August 2024

August is a “7” Universal Month [8 (August) + 8 (2024) = 16 – 1+6 = 7] in an “8” Universal Year. “7” is the number of the mystic or the Other-Traveller, and 7 months also tend to carry this energy. This is very in line with a month where the major astrological transits are Mercury’s third retrograde of the year.

The Set Up

We begin the month of August with the Sun and Venus in Leo, Mercury in Virgo, Mars and Jupiter in Gemini, retrograde Saturn and Neptune in Pisces, Uranus in Taurus, and retrograde Pluto in Capricorn. By month’s end, the Sun will have entered Virgo, Venus will have moved all the way through Virgo and onto Libra, and Mercury will have retrograded back into the sign of Leo.

The Nitty Gritty

All eyes are on Mercury who is deep in their pre-retrograde shadow by the beginning of August. Mercury will retrograde from 04° Virgo on 8/4 to 21° Leo on 8/28, so most of the month will be pre-occupied by this transit. This is THE big transit of the month; I have written in detail about Mercury retrograde here. Otherwise, we are in for a pretty standard month. We’re moving through the late summer signs, and things are heating up and slowing down. We need to keep an eye on our full moon in Aquarius with its multiple t-squares and the Venus-Mars square we will experience this month.

Our Sun is well placed in its home sign this month, but all of our other personal planets are out of whack in some way or another: Mercury is retrograde, Venus is in her fall, and Mars can’t make heads or tails of Gemini. This is going to show up in our world as all of us will be a little bit off track all month long. Step away from the grind, if you can, because you can’t get there from here right now, no matter what you do.

I’m trying something a little bit different this month and looking at our personal planet individually here – please refer to The Details section for specific dates and transits.

The Sun and Moon

As the Sun moves through Leo, it makes relatively positive aspects (sextiles) with the North Node and Chiron in Aries and a harsh square with Uranus in Taurus. Leo is our fixed fire sign and represents the true nature of the summer season—life gets slow and hot while the Sun transits the sign of the lion. We might as well make like cats and enjoy it. Leo can sometimes be known for laziness, but it is better viewed as a conservation of energy. Move when you have to this month, surely, but don’t be afraid to take a long nap in the heat of things. Things will not move quickly this month – you will not miss out if you step away from the fire for a bit of well-earned rest.

Both of our lunar events involve our Leo Sun and carry a lot of heat and pride. Beware of your ego, and remember to share the space in your life with those you care about. Our month begins with the Sun in exact aspects with our lunar nodes on the Aries/Libra axis – this is a check-in with the greater theme we’ve been experiencing around individuality versus dependency. Leo – especially in its more immature forms is so egoic that they may immediately side with Aries and their independent streak, but there’s a deeper stream at work here. Leos are pack animals; they function best when they have found their pride. Part of that is putting yourself aside and understanding how you fit into the bigger picture. This theme will run through both our Leo new moon and our Aquarius full moon.

Our new moon on 8/5 at 12° Leo is a good day to have a good day. It is not heavily aspected – the Sun and Moon will be in a wide sextile to Jupiter in Gemini, which certainly is encouraging, and that’s really it. It carries with it the energy of 1 and 8.

5 (Leo moon) + 5 (Leo Sun) = 10 = 1+0 = 1. 1 (Leo new moon) + 7 (August 2024) = 8.

Note here that “1” is the number inherent in ALL Leo new moons – they are always a good day to be yourself and to start over. (See above how Leo loves Aries, sign #1) “8” is the number for the Leo new moon in August 2024. “8” is also our number for the year; “8” years take us on a roller coaster ride of ups and downs. But what goes down must come up, and what goes up must come down. This is yet ANOTHER indication that 8/4 is a great day to change where you are in that equation. This is a new moon that you can use to rebalance your life – note here that “8” is also the number of Leo, and the Strength card (traditionally shown with a lion) is the card associated with the sign. Any work done with the number 8, the ouroboros, or the Strength card will be augmented by this energy.

On the other hand, our full moon on 8/19 at 27° Aquarius is our glaring warning sign for the month. The Sun and Moon will form a harsh fixed t-square with Uranus in Taurus that will be further aggravated by retrograde Mercury closely conjunct with the Sun and a secondary mutable t-square between Jupiter in Gemini, Venus in Virgo, and retrograde Saturn in Pisces. T-squares are always worth noting because they create a lot of tension on the “hinge” planet (in this case, Uranus for our fixed t-square and Jupiter for our mutable). Something is bound to give. And when it does, it’s likely to be explosive.

Uranus isn’t known for its stability (it erodes/corrodes everything it touches, much like its namesake), and slow-moving Taurus becomes a ticking time bomb with bull.exe on the back end.

Sometimes, Uranian fuses are duds. That’s how unpredictable Uranus is. I want you to understand that I am not trying to incite fear or panic—we are talking about astrological weather reports here. Uranus puts explosivity in play. Whether the card gets drawn is not up to us—not really, not when Uranus is involved.

This is to say that if you have control over it, avoid things that have the potential for explosions on and around the full moon in August. Let’s be real here – we all get a little bit loony around the full moons, and tempers get high. We all know somebody who worked in healthcare or retail and has horror stories about how the public acts around a full moon. This one is likely to turn the dial up to 11. I would avoid the interstates and political protests and stay out of the way of any wall clouds – you know, if you can. Sometimes, you don’t get a choice. If you have to do it, bring protection and have a backup plan.

The full moon carries 4/2 energy.

11 (Aquarius Moon) + 11 (Aquarius Sun) = 22 = 2+2 = 4. 4 (Aquarius full moon) + 7 (August 2024) = 11 = 1+1 = 2.

All Aquarius full moons carry “4” energy, which may stabilize things slightly. One can hope. This one also has “2” energy – it’s a good day for movement magic of all kinds. Use the energy of the number 4 to stabilize something in your life – perhaps charge a pyramid-shaped crystal with energy or put something within a box to be contained and built upon. The energy will be high and chaotic, so be prepared to ground it out if you draw in too much. There’s a lot to use with this lunar energy, but it could easily overwhelm you. Watch out, especially if you are prone to mania, and practice your care routines early and often.

The Sun’s entrance into Virgo will be uneventful, as always. This will ultimately help – I think – but we’re going to have to get there in September.

Mercury

Retrograde. Read my report.

Mercury is retracing its steps back from the beginning of Virgo through the last decan of Leo for most of the month. Expect your life to go in a different direction as well. This echoes the energy of Mars in Gemini and can be applied liberally to some wild side project that you never have time for. The entire three-week period of Mercury’s retrograde is highly liminal. This is our third cosmic do-over of the year—you might as well use it.

Venus

She’s moving fast and will pass all the way through the sign of Virgo this month and enter her home sign of Libra. Virgo is the sign of her fall so expect to have to mellow the harsh in yourself and ignore it in your Others. I know – this is the hardest work we ever need to do. It’s not personal when Venus is in Virgo; she just…doesn’t quite know how to be nice. This isn’t a super pleasant addition to our month, but it is business as usual and happens once a year – often during Leo season. It’s hot. We are all going to grump a lump about it.

Venus in Virgo will square Mars in Gemini on 8/22, so watch yourself and how you interact with your loved ones around this date. Do you need to be that critical? Can you just show up and support them instead of telling them what to do….again?!? This is breakup weather because both people involved in the conflict will need to bend to truly make amends. Both Gemini and Virgo – ruled by Mercury – can learn and grow from these types of conflict. The question is: can you?

It is LEO season (mostly), so the way out is through your heart. If you can get out of the collective flow and back into your own heart, you will likely be kinder, and that kindness will (almost always) ripple out into the world around you. You can experiment with carrying rose quartz with you to counter the harshness of Venus in Virgo or practice breath work involving the heart center. A technique that I find helpful is to breathe love from the universe into my heart on my in-breath and then breathe love to the universe out of my heart on my out-breath.

This will lighten the minute Venus enters her home sign of Libra on 8/29.

Mars

Mars is chugging away in Gemini, a sign that he is poorly placed. Mars wants to keep moving toward its current target, and Gemini is full of side quests and back roads. This indicates that no matter how hard we work, we’re not getting places this month. You might as well just accept that now and turn your attention towards things that aren’t so focused. Mars in Gemini can focus right now, but not for a long time.

Hold until you need to do it, and then get it done.

Mars in Gemini has a tiny bit of the feeling of Mercury retrograde (especially Mercury retrograde in Virgo), so if you do need to put in the work, do it in a roundabout fashion. Get really creative. Points for thinking so far outside the box that nobody can follow your path but still get it done. Mars in Gemini strongly supports deep exploration of topics – this is the special interest zone for sure. This energy also supports writing a completely reckless first draft (like not of the manuscript you are supposed to be working on).

Mars will conjunct Jupiter at 16° Gemini on 8/14 and then square retrograde Saturn in Pisces two days later on 8/16. Don’t expect the roads to be clear. Things are not what they appear during this time. If you get a break on 8/14 – take it right then. By 8/16, it either won’t be there, or it won’t be what it seemed to be. Luck may swing wildly during this time.

Watch out for anger when Mars squares Venus on 8/22 – it won’t last long, but it is likely to be biting.

The Nitty Gritty

8/1 – Sun in Leo trine North Node in Aries/sextile South Node in Libra 8/2 – Venus in Leo square retrograde Uranus in Taurus 8/3 – Mars in Gemini sextile North Node in Aries/trine South Node in Libra 8/4 – New Moon 12° Leo, Venus enters Virgo 8/5 – Mercury retrogrades 04° Virgo 8/7 – Sun in Leo sextile Jupiter in Gemini 8/8 – Retrograde Mercury conjunct Venus 03° Virgo 8/14 – Retrograde Mercury enters Leo, Mars conjunct Jupiter 16° Gemini 8/15 – Sun in Leo trine Chiron in Aries 8/16 – Mars in Gemini square retrograde Saturn in Pisces 8/18 – Sun conjunct retrograde Mercury 26° Leo, Retrograde Mercury in Leo square Uranus in Taurus 8/19 – Full Moon 27° Aquarius, Sun and Moon square Uranus in Taurus, Venus in Virgo square Jupiter in Gemini, Venus in Virgo opposed retrograde Saturn in Pisces, Jupiter in Gemini square retrograde Saturn in Pisces 8/22 – Sun enters Virgo, Venus in Virgo square Mars in Gemini 8/23 – Retrograde Mercury in Leo trine Chiron in Aries 8/24 – Retrograde Mercury in Leo sextile Mars in Gemini, Mars in Gemini sextile Chiron in Aries 8/27 – Venus in Virgo trine Uranus in Taurus 8/28 – Mercury stations direct 21° Leo, Venus in Virgo opposed retrograde Neptune in Pisces 8/29 – Venus enters Libra, Venus in Libra trine retrograde Pluto in Aquarius

As always, how you perceive astrology will be unique to YOU. If you'd like to know more about how you fit into this puzzle, you can purchase a natal birth chart from me here. I also offer personalized transit reports, Synastry/Relationship reports, and Planetary Election consults. I also sell cemetery art and love tips.

[riddlersmalewife]

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Story : A fated encounter

Content warning : Somnophila , spanking , BDSM dynamics, praising kink, degrading kink,humiliation kink , NSFW , small mention of over simulation

OC characters used : Isaiah (blasian , 25 , Sub ) , Emmanuel (Korean , 29 , Dom) , canon relationship!

Isaiah gets in trouble and as a punishment he can’t have sex , no toys, no masturbation or watching each other or Emmanuel masturbate.

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It was later in the night and it had been almost a week since Isaiah got his punishment and he hated every bit of it, he tried to go to sleep but could only twist and turn. Isaiah just looks at their beautiful decorated ceiling and then he looks at Emmanuel seeing the moon light from the open window shining down on Emmanuel’s pale skin making his chest , shoulders and face majestic.

While Em was “sleeping “ or much to Isaiah’s knowledge he was so Isaiah gets the bright idea and takes it up on himself to relieve himself. Isaiah gets on top and starts grinding on Em, and whispering about how Em is so rude and how he suchhh a meanie , that Em was so mean for the punishment he choose . Isaiah continues to grind a little harder wanting more his breath becomes more shaggy and he places kisses on Em or Emmanuel’s neck softly “please oh fuck please~”is all Isaiah could whisper and moan out . Emmanuel was trying his best not to move or say something not to flip Isaiah on his stomach and fuck him till the sun came up but he didn’t , controlling himself.

As Isaiah starts to get close to cumming he leans forward towards Em’s ears whining and high pitch moans into Ems ears whining about how close he is and how much he wants Emmanuel to just fuck him already when all of a sudden Em grabs Isaiah hips to to stop him from grinding on him. Isaiah gasps and looks up to see Em smiling at him, Isaiah bite his lips and puts his face back into Emmanuels neck “And what do you think you’re doing? My dear ..” Emmanuel says squeezing Isaiah’s ass harshly Isaiah peaks out of Em’s shoulders “Fuckkkk~please em please I’ll be good I promise pleaseeeeee..I just need to cum “ Isaiah still having his face in em shoulder ,moaning and whining. Missing Emmanue softly hoping that this would help Isaiah’s case .

Em chuckles “well you’re not being a very good boy right now hmm are you” Isaiah wines in responds “Pleaseeee, I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” Isaiah started to rock his hips into him but Em stops him, shaking his head and tsking sneakily smirking finding Isaiah oh so cute when he is all whiny and begging for him . Em spanks Isaiah ass a little and grabs it harshly. Em whispered in Isaiah’s ear “prove to me that you’re my little good boy “ Emmanuel stated biting Isaiah’s ear “mmmmm~ haven’t I been a good boy this whole entire time I haven’t moved once!” em spanks Isaiah’s ass more harsher this time, this was the second “enough with the smart comments my love” Emmanuel says grip Isaiah’s ass with one hand having the other one playing with the band of Isaiah’s underwear teasing Isaiah more then he already was, Isaiah whining at this replies with “how was that smart!….meany” he whispers the last hoping that em didn’t get that part but sadly he did. “Hmmm? Did you say something?” Em says, smirking.”nothing ..what could I have possibly said “Isaiah says looking around , with a guilty expression on his face even though he had a tinny bit of sarcasm in his voice.

Emmanuel em flips them over not giving time for Isaiah to realize what happened , “I gave you more then enough chances baby “ em says in Isaiah’s ear “you disobeyed the punishment, lied, got to lil spanks and you insult me. Who tought you such behavior my love ? “ Isaiah try’s to look away but Emmanuel quickly grabs Isaiah’s chin making sure they remained eye contact “I’m sorry sir “ Isaiah say pouring giving Emmanuel puppy eyes

"are you trying to bribe me into fucking you my dear? " Em says with a smirk “well something is working due to your friend saying hi" Isaiah says then starts to grind and this time Em let's it happen, Em rubs Isaiah's ass. Isaiah begins to grind harder, moaning loudly. Em squeezes his ass "you like that my naughty little slut ~" Em says mhmmm Isaiah moans back. Emmanuel says that he can't cum without his permission , then Emmanuel looks down at Isaiah’s body due to this Isaiah try's to cover himself with his shirt so Emmanuel doesn't see his hard on "uh huh let's not hide this pretty view from me " Emmanuel says to Isaiah who is blushing hard removing Isaiah shirt ,Isaiah now tries hide his face which causes a tsk from Em "do I have to tie your hands my love ?" Isiah tsk's playfully "well if my hands were tied, how would I be able to have sex?". Em smirked "Making excuses my dear?" Isiah rolls his eyes, "Of course not." He says sarcastically.

"Lying once again?" Em raised his eyebrows. Em smirks "such a brat..". Em grabs a pair of pink fluffy hand cuffs from the night stand. "Hold still my darling". Em roughly grabs his arms, putting them above his head, locking them into place. Isaiah groans "please..". Em smirked while keeping his legs under his body weight. "Darling~ shouldn't have been so naughty" Emmanuel purrs. 

Em leans down and licks his ear and nibbles on it a little. Isaiah squirms and moves his head away from Emmanuel . Emmanuel grabs his chin, forcing him to looked at him. He clicks his tongue. "All shy now, are you? Just a moment ago you were begging me to let you please yourself. For me to please you." He shakes his head. "Disappointing." Isaiah whines.  Em lifts his shirt a little, trailing his hand right above his boxers, tugging teasingly on his boxers. Isaiah's Eyes linger with lust . Em begins to tease Isaiah's dick in return Isaiah moans and begins begging quickly "mmm..em..please..please baby". "Desperate are we,my love..?". "Em please..". Em grabs a hold of his dick and begins rubbing slowly,occasionally rubbing his tip in circular motions this cause Isaiah to arch his back and his eyes to roll back in pleasure.

Emmanuel leans down kissing and leaving hickeys on Isaiah’s neck marking what’s his and will forever be his , Isaiah start to do little thrust into Emmanuel moaning ,begging and pleading , that he will be a good boy and never be a brat ever again….he knew that was a lie so did Em but he still tried it. Em just smiled looking at his beautiful tear eyed , slobbering boyfriend under him it made him more horny then ever

Isaiah’s moans start to get more high pitched and feminine. His eyes start to flutter becoming more watery this shows Emmanuel that Isaiah is close to cumming Emmanuel removes his hand from Isaiah’s shaft “suck “ Emmanuel says put his middle and ring finger up to Isaiah’s mouth , Isaiah opens his mouth quickly sucking and licking Em’s fingers showing how much of a good boy he is by listening as if that wasn’t that bare minimum. “Good boy ~ look at listening so well~ ….i may need to reward you ~” Emmanuel purrs in Isaiah .

Isaiah just looked with pleading eye , Emmanuel took his finger out of Isaiah’s mouth now taking Isaiah’s boxer off completely then puts Isaiah legs on his hips giving him a nice view of Isaiah’s asshole “so pretty…” Emmanuel whispers to him self then take his two fingers and teasingly rubbing Isaiah’s begging hole and he softly traces his other hand up Isaiah’s thigh to his hips to hold him down so that he doesn’t try to move .

“Sir~~aaah..Ahnnn Mmm please~!” Isaiah says arching his back and leaning his head into the pillow Isaiah just wanted Emmanuel to fuck him like the slut he is , show him who is the Master in this relationship “you keep begging but what are you begging for dear ? Come on use your words correctly “ Emmanuel says teasingly, he Enters the tip of his finger not going in all the way .

But just enough to drive Isaiah crazy “mmmfffppp oh M-master fuck me pl-please “ Isaiah whines tears threatening to fall , Em smirks but says nothing only thrusts his fingers into Isaiah with no heads up “ aaahg!! Fuck “ Isaiah moans out his voice somewhat highpitch

Emmanuel continues to fuck Isaiah roughly with his fingers Isaiah responds with loud feminine moan , his back arching , “does feel good pet?” Isaiah shakes his head yes not being able to form words with the amounts of pleasure he was feeling , Em takes his hand off of Isaiah’s hips to grip his thigh tightly .

When Em feels that Isaiah is stretched enough he takes his fingers out this causes Isaiah to whimper at the lost warm and the empty feeling , Emmanuel just watched as he saw Isaiah hole pucker up clenching over nothing this causes him to smirk “it looks like your hole is trying to give me a kiss baby~” Isaiah face goes up in blush “meanie !” Isaiah whispers to himself “sure I’ll be that “ Emmanuel says taking out his cock lining it up to Isaiah’s twitching hole then thrusting violently in Isaiah .

Isaiahs breath catches in his throat, and his eyes damn near almost roll into the back of his head , Emmanuel grabs Isaiah’s hip so he can go deeper into him this causes Isaiah’s moan to get stuck in throat .

Isaiah looked a mess his curly hair all over the place and his face stained with tears , and slobber going down his chin but Em loved ever part of it just made me more fired up .

Em flips Isaiah over so his face is in the pillows “you like that you little slut I can’t believe you *tsk* “ Emmanuel says in Isaiah ear while pressing down on his stomach where his dick made a belly bulge at , Isaiah tries to reach back “mmmmhmnn please don’t press- AH! Ngnnn Em ..baby please “ Isaiah begging was music to Em’s ears , he continued to present caring about Isaiah’s pleases .

Isaiah moans start sounding more and more high pitched and feminine like he arched his back a little more “sir can I cum please ~~” Isaiah whines his voice more high pitched in a way . Emmanuel smacks Isaiah’s ass “I don’t know do you think you deserve to baby?” Emmanuel says in such a sweet mocking tone Isaiah groan shaking his head yes

“You said no ?that’s what I’m going to assume Because I’m pretty sure my pet know how to use his words like a good boy he is and knows how to be “ Emmanuel gives another hard smack while fucking Isaiah harshly …and Isaiah was loving ever second of it “yes I do think I-i should cum Haaaahh mmm please” Isaiah buries his face in the pillows “good boy ~~~” Emmanuel takes his dick out and lays down putting Isaiah on top of him “but if my good boy wants to cum you have to work for it “ Emmanuel doing a wide smile.

Isaiah dazedly nods his head okay before he quickly responds with a yes master , Isaiah slowly lifts his bottom half up a little bit then reaches back to grab Emmanuel’s dick to line it up with his hole , once he does he slowly puts the tip in the slowly half of Em’s dick “I can’t put the rest in…I need help sir “ Isaiah says Em smiles then places his hands on Isaiah’s his then squeeze them a little, then he harshly thrust up while pulling Isaiah down on his cock

“Mmmmm ahh~~” Isaiah sobs out with now the sudden feeling of being stuffed , Isaiah starts to move his hips back n forth while Emmanuel “mmm fuck baby I’m about to cum “ Emmanuel groans and whiners a just a little bit “mmmmmph same Nngg please fill me oh!~please “ Isaiah say bending down whispering that in Emmanuel’s ear , Emmanuel thrust become more uncoordinated and all over the place , his hips start to stutter in pleasure while Isaiah starts to shake his moans become more whiny and breathy

With one last thrust from Emmanuel, Isaiah arches his back and cum on Emmanuel’s chest covers his pale chest with loads of white cum . Emmanuel is close to reaching his high he continues to thrust even though Isaiah just came , Isaiah like a sudden scream trying to stop Emmanuel from moving due to he just came and is now as sensitive as ever “Em I just came !! “ Isaiah says semi loudly “I know just hold on just for a minute baby “ Emmanuel say soon after cumming in Isaiah filling him up , Emmanuel hands keeps Isaiah planted down on his cock then lifts him up watching as his load slowly drops down Isaiah thighs and slowly drops from his hole “good boy you did so well , I’m proud of you “ Isaiah replies with a small smile and a mmhm as a thank you .

Emmanuel carries isaiah to the bathroom to wash him up and put clothes on him and also so he can change the sheets .

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———-Authors note

Okay so this took me a week to write !! 😭I’m surprised I am actually done with it lol but yeh hope you like it !!!



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Sea Salt Like Glitter: Part Three

Summary: You’re a forest ranger. Trees and mammals are your specialty. Mermaids in the ocean? Way outside your area of expertise. Good News: They like you. Bad News: They like you a lot

Mer! Sun x Plus Sized! Reader x Mer! Moon

Part One , Part Two , Part Three (Here!), Part Four (Coming Soon)

Hi everyone! Sorry this took a second, I decided to split the last part into two parts so have a (slightly shorter) part three. Things are heating up here, plot and otherwise. I hope that you enjoy!

Warnings: Different Species, Kissing (Mer), Grinding, Slightly Suggestive Use of Tentacles, Cross Species Interactions, Mild Flirting, Cross Species Courtship, Bodily Harm (Reader), Head Injury

            Three months have gone by since the potential poacher boat incident and you’ve relaxed again. No one has come to try and steal your boys and they’re happy as clams. They’ve been very insistent about spending time with you and even if you don’t really get it, it’s nice to be wanted. Tonight is going to be another meet up and you’re going to be brave. You’re going to bring your swimsuit.

            Moon has not so subtly been trying to get you to swim with them. Every time you’ve denied him, partly because he’s too mischievous and partly because you’re afraid you’ll embarrass yourself. The mers are already going to swim better than you, there’s no reason to prove it. Unfortunately, they’ve discovered your weakness in the months you’ve gotten to know them; puppy dog eyes. Sun had begged you to come into the water and you couldn’t resist, not for long. You agree to head down to the beach a little before the sun begins to set so you can spend time with Sun before he gets to be sleepy.

            You ignore how odd it feels to go to the beach in something other than your uniform, enjoying the feeling of warm sand between your toes. Sun isn’t on the beach yet and you set your things up, placing a towel and your bag down. Better to bring snacks and water and not need it then be craving something later.

            “Friend!” Sun’s excited call has you turning and you wave, giving him a smile. He’s halfway out of the water when he freezes, smile disappearing from his face. You frown back, making your way over to him.

            “Hey Sun, everything alright?” The call of his name seems to snap the mer out of it, Sun giving a low rumble and leaning towards you. He rubs your cheeks together cutely, eyes half lidded. A part of your brain tries to tell you what it means but the thought doesn’t last as Sun begins to happily talk.

            “Excited to swim today! What wearing?” His claws come up to gently pull at your shoulder strap at the question and you wave him off, making sure to fix the twist.

            “It’s a bathing suit, it helps me in the water.” He doesn’t believe your words at all but takes his time looking you over. You shift a little and offer an explanation, even though you don’t need to justify yourself to him. “Usually I wear a t-shirt but I thought it might drag me down and that’s where the one piece came from.” You silently added that since no one was there you wanted to try out this new one; its cute but not something that you would wear out. Sun gave a coo, nuzzling you again and sliding back towards the water.

            “Cute!” He chirped, grinning wider when you look a little embarrassed. “Swim with me!” You laughed, shaking your head and moving towards the water.

            “Yeah yeah I’m coming.” You were thankful you had put skin protection on before Sun got here. There’s no way the mer would be patient enough to wait. Sun let out a few excited chirps before sinking all the way in, doing flips and jumps as you waded in.

            The water was cold and you winced, wishing that you had brought a wet suit for a moment. Too late to back out now though. You took a deep breath and dove under the water, beginning to kick out towards Sun. He wasn’t far off shore but it was deep enough you couldn’t touch the bottom. Not that Sun was going to let you float alone, oh no.

            The moment Sun could wrap his tail around you he did, pulling you close to his chest. You gasped, half in surprise and half because he was warm. It wasn’t something you noticed on the beach but here in the water there was a very noticeable temperature difference. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him tow you through the water.

            The two of you played games as the sun began to set and you barely noticed. Sun would throw you into the air and then race to catch you, you would take off and try to swim as far as you could. Sun wanted you to dive and you went back to shore to grab goggles, the mer showing you things underwater. There was a beautiful coral formation nestled in the rock formations and even though you weren’t too confident, you let Sun swim you out there.

            You were in the middle of watching a crab try to catch a small fish when everything scattered. Your heart began to pound as a dark shadow fell over you and you hoped it was Moon. Without turning to look you shot towards the surface, dark laughter following you. Your head breached the surface right as a tenacle wrapped around your foot and you were able to take a deep breathe before Moon pulled you back under.

            He easily flipped you to see him and you scowled, shaking your fist at him. He snickered, wrapping another tentacle around your other leg. It was the first time you had seen his complete form and it was as impressive as it was intimidating. Moon was just as long as Sun but his torso was shorter, more of his upper half being tentacles. Each one was as thick as your arm at the ends and tree trunk sized at his waist. His lights were also flashing faster tonight and you hoped he was ok.

            Moon dragged you through the water, hands on your arms and tentacles wrapped everywhere else. You didn’t flinch away, even as you moved a couple to better spots. It didn’t take long for you to need air and you gestured towards the surface. The squid gave an exaggerated pout, leading the two of you in a lazy loop-da-loop before heading up           .

            It took you a moment to regain the ability to talk, mostly because your lungs had been burning more than you thought. Sun popped up next to you, tugging you towards him. Moon didn’t let you go completely, wrapping a tenacle around Sun and turning things into a cuddle party. You happily soaked up Sun’s warmth, shuddered as you realized it was much colder than before.

            “Bad swimmer.” Moon taunted, tentacles squeezing your legs. You huffed, kicking at him a little. He gave you another squeeze and pressed closer, cold water dripping onto your shoulder.

            “Trust me, I could be a lot worse. There are some people who don’t know how to swim.” Both mers made faces at your admission and you laughed. “Humans only really have to know how to walk ya know.”

            “Swimming better.” Moon replied easily, as if that logic meant he won the mock argument. You rolled your eyes and Sun laughed quietly, his eyes starting to drop. It didn’t take long for either mer to fall asleep or wake up, depending on the time of day. The lack of sun made Sun sluggish but it didn’t seem to bother him as much as sunlight bothered Moon.

            “You can go get some sleep Sun.” You gently reached out to rub his cheek. The mer purred like a cat and leaned into your touch, eyes closing all the way. It took him a second before he sat up and shook his head, one hand coming up to smack his face.

            “No no, not yet! Something important to talk about!” You raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. Moon was deliberately avoiding eye contact and Sun was struggling to stay awake. Anxiety curled in your gut but you ignored it, giving them a nod.

            “Ok, what did you want to talk about?” Neither knew exactly what to say, Sun staring at Moon and Moon refusing to look over. Sun made a frustrated sound, tail coming up to hit his mate. Moon hissed, flashing teeth in no real threat. “Is it a bad thing?”

            “Not a bad thing.” Sun immediately reassured you, shaking his head. You weren’t convinced and Sun could tell, pinching your cheek gently.

            “Delicate.” Moon rumbled from behind you and you turned to him, Sun nodding out of the corner of your eye.

            “Yes yes, delicate!” Now you were getting even more nervous. You took a deep breath, figuring if you had to rip the band aid off, might as well do it quickly.

            “Do the two of you have to leave?” Both of them seemed startled at your question, eyes  wide. They started to coo and click, pulling you even closer. It was a little hard to breathe but you didn’t fight it, waiting for them to switch back so you could understand them.

            “No no no!” Sun was the first to realize they had switched to mer, hands stroking your head almost feverishly. He always did love touching your head and hair; it took a while to get used to. “We not going anywhere.”

            “Want you to stay.” Moon spoke at almost the exact same time, his face buried in your shoulder. His breath was warm, even if his skin wasn’t and you shuddered at the duel sensations. Both noticed and began to hum, your skin suddenly feeling hyper sensitive.

            “I-I want to you to stay too.” You cleared your throat and ignored the sudden flash of heat going through you. Keep it together damn it. Your friends didn’t need to know you were feeling that way about them. You barely even acknowledged you were feeling that way. At least out loud. And out of bed.

            Moon made a displeased rumble, nibbling gently on your skin. Your heart was starting to pound and you were getting dizzy. Something was going on and you didn’t understand. Sun cooed and you met his eyes, realizing that they were blue instead of white. He smiled when you focused on him, leaning close to rub your noses together.

            “Pretty pretty. Be with us?” Sun phrased it as a question but you were still missing too much context.

            “What do you-?” Your question was cut off by your loud moan, the mers freezing in the water around you. Sun had moved his tail between your legs and the warmth rubbing just right had you responding. Moon let out a sound suspiciously like a groan and you whimpered as his teeth sank into you shoulder. It hurt but he didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood. Sun gave an answering groan and rubbed his tail against you again.

            “Ok time out!” You were proud that your voice was strong, hands coming up to form an ‘X’ across your chest. “Waaaait a minute!” The mers paused what they were doing, two sets of bright eyes on you. You cleared your throat and began to disentangle yourself from them, ignoring the pouting and slight whines.

            “We need to talk about this.” You put on your best scolding voice and it seemed the work, the mers coming back to themselves. Sun’s eyes changed back to white and Moon retracted most of his tentacles. One still helped you float and it stayed respectfully above the belt.

            “Mad?” Sun sounded nervous, hands fidgeting anxiously in front of him. You sighed and gave a smile, shaking your head. The good news was that the cold water was helping you keep a clear head.

            “No Sun I’m not mad. I just, we were getting a little carried away and I want to make sure we’re all ok with… whatever this is.” Sun relaxed at your words, looking relieved. Moon grumbled but nodded, letting you collect your thoughts. You took a deep breathe, ignoring how embarrassed you felt. “This… is a thing right?”

            “Want it to be.” Sun confirmed, swimming small circles in the water. You could tell that he was anxious but you needed to understand what was happening.

            “Mate.” Moon was always the blunt one of the pair, gesturing to himself and then Sun. Sun gave a nod and you nodded as well. They had explained it once an though it took a bit, you understood they were a bonded pair. “Mate too.” Moon began to trace out a triangle, you being one of the corners.

            “Me?” Your voice was higher than you anticipated and Moon snickered a little.

            “Yes!” Sun was quick to reassure you, swimming over. He reached for you and waiting until you nodded before grabbing your arms. He helped you float as you tried to process.

            “How does that even-?” You cut off your own thought, not finishing it out loud. Moon gave a rumble and you watched as his lights began to flicker faster.

            “Compatible.” He reassured you and even if you didn’t get it, you get enough. You want to deny that it’s not possible, that you don’t know what they’re talking about but you can’t. You’ve noticed the linger touches and look, the way they like to circle you. You had ignored it and said that it was all you, not them. And now you’re trying to think through it.

            “When did you decide this?” You’re not trying to distract them but you do want to know. Sun laughs, rubbing your cheeks together quickly.

            “Defended our territory, saved Moon. Lots and lots of things.” He sounds love struck and you can’t help but laugh a little. Moon moves closer, wrapping tentacles around both of you but nothing too much this time.

            “Want to be with you. Defended us, we defend you.” His words are rougher than Sun’s but have the same emotion and you nod back.

            “I want that too.” Both of them perk up, fins flaring out and you keep going. “But not tonight.” Sun whines loudly and Moon huffs, tentacles slapping the water a bit. “Behave you two. I’m not ready yet and I’m too cold but we can do this next time, I promise.”

            They perk up at the mention of ‘next time’ and after sharing a few clicks they agree. Sun sinks under the waves and you float with Moon a little bit before he drops you off at shore. He nuzzles your cheek like Sun and you nuzzle back; only now do you realize that it must be like kissing for them. His eyes watch as you walk back to your cabin, ruby staring for longer than necessary before sinking under the waves.

            You feel like you’re floating when you get to the cabin. You walk in easily and drop your bags by the door. Future you can take care of that. The entire day feels like a dream; you never would have guessed this is what your swim would bring. Getting ready for bed is automatic and later you’ll curse yourself for not feeling something off earlier.

            You brush your teeth and then decide that you want another glass of water. Walking into the kitchen, everything is dark and quiet. It’s only when you grab a glass off the counter that you pause. Your curtains are closed. Your curtains are never closed, not in the living room.

            Pain explodes on the back of your head and you slam into the counter, air leaving your lungs. You gasp, the glass in one hand and the other scrambling against the sink. You half turn, trying to throw the glass behind you and you take another blow to the head. You don’t have enough time to question that’s going on, consciousness leaving you faster than you can count.

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Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 44

CW: Major character death, Fire AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 30. 40. 41. 42. 43 Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

The fish-processing yard has seen better days. Nature pushes up through cracks in the concrete. Litter collects in corners. Barrels and other unidentified items rust away in a haphazard sprawl. Crumbling walls, rebar protruding like teeth, are decorated with graffiti. Elo blinks. Some of those rocks in the shadow of the building are not rocks. Just as, when she follows the Eshen girl's path to where the sun's last rays collect on the other side of the yard, what first seems a tumble of logs are not logs. And standing tall, on the darker edge of the divide between the sun and the shadow, is a man. From behind her, Theodarsson exclaims, "Exchequer Brauma!"

Elo wishes she felt surprised; instead there's only exhaustion. It's now clear that yesterday's stunt was Bruama's last attempt at getting rid of her with his hands still clean. He's now going back to the more traditional method. With a breath, Elo sets her shoulders.

"He does not belong here," Brauma says, looking past her at Theodarsson. Elo nods, then over her shoulder calls, "Agent Theodarsson, go get backup." "But, milady–" "This is a city matter, Agent, and places you outside your purview. I will require backup. Please go and retrieve it." "Lady Toreguarde–" "That is an order, Agent!" She can practically hear Theodarsson grinding his teeth behind her. "Yes, milady," he grinds out. There's the crunch of loose dirt on concrete. An empty feeling behind her. Running footsteps, fading into the distance. Elo hopes she hasn't made a mistake.

Automatic steps take Elo towards that log pile that is not made of logs. This is not a tournament fight, but Elo finds herself treating it as such, folding down the extraneous parts of herself that do not matter when fists and weapons fly. The elder, Aster, leans heavily on a gnarled walking stick. As Elo bows sharply from the waist, she thinks their leaves look more autumnal than ever. Eyes of acorn-brown regard her gravely. "Now is the time," Aster says, "when you must reach for your bloom and use what Aukštasvilkas has gifted." "I understand," Elo says, and she does. She's not scared of Brauma, not like she was before. Farren might have been right about Brauma being a supernatural entity – but now, so is she.

She walks back to where he paces along the line of dark and light. Stalks, more like; a cat, with metaphorical fur bristling. He appears more than willing to have this be him or her, ice or fire. But Elo knows it doesn't have to work like that. Even if the book hadn't told her, she knows there's always a middle ground. Bridges don't have to stay burned forever. She thinks back to the mission which gained her the title she carries. How it was not her fighting skills, not her detective's acumen, which won the day – but her compassion. Of facing the man who would wage war on everything she held dear and offering a hand in sympathy. Mercy, understanding, acceptance. These are what make her a hero. Maybe if she can get Brauma to talk, they can work this out.

Elo stops. Spreads her hands: I'm unarmed. Gives him a rueful smile. "D'you want to go get a cup of coffee?" Brauma stops, looks back at her like she's insane. Maybe she is. "What?" "You heard me," Elo says. "A cup of coffee. Would you like one?" "What?" Elo huffs. "This isn't a difficult concept. We ditch this party, go find a food wagon, and get a cuppa Joe each." "You think I can be as easily bought as those simpletons who used to work for me?" Brauma spits, resuming his pacing. "I'm not trying to buy you, Brauma. And I don't want to fight you, not when we don't have to." "Bah! Stupid little girl. Of course, we must fight!" "We're two halves of a whole, you know. Aukštasvilkas has gifted to you the night, the light of the moon, and he has gifted to me the sun and the light of day. We each rule over the other in equal bursts – my power waxes while your wanes currently. Once midsummer passes, I will wane while you wax. We are in concert, keeping each other in check naturally. So why fight?" He rounds on her, roaring, "Because you were not satisfied with your lot! Always poking your nose into the night, stealing its creatures into the day. You have disrupted the balance and I will not stand for it anymore!" Elo forces herself to hold her ground. "I've been aware of this part of myself for a mere nine days. You can't blame–" "Nine days! Ha!" He throws his head back as he scoffs. "You child. Too stupid to know what you have now, too stupid to know it back then. You and Stucker's brat. I never should have been so careless to let you infants see me as my true self." The air around him shivers. A Dvasia takes the man's place. Elo feels her body grow cold. Burning red eyes, cutting through the night. A voice she shouldn't understand… Her eyes grow wide. "That wasn't a dream?" Icemight sneers. "You imbecilic wretch. You don't deserve what you've been given. So now I shall rectify this wrong, and have it all for myself!"

Elo is forced back, as Brauma who is Icemight becomes both and neither. In his palace springs up a whirling dervish of wispy blackness, studded with ice-point specks of silvery, splintered light. A cone of darkness, as frigid and solid as any cave, as ancient as the reaches of space, towers above her, his power drawn from the darkening sky and the rising moon. He plans to drench the world in this darkness, Elo realises. That's what Aster was trying to warn her about. This perceived slight against the natural order of things is the excuse he has been looking for. Her and Evie's mistakes will cost the world its light. Elo feels anger take her, the fire of conviction welling like a gout of bonfire-flame. This will not be permitted. There are too many beautiful things in this world, too much joy and passion, colour and laughter, for her to step back and let him smother and wilt it all under the cloak of night. The sun is lowering behind her. She felt herself reaching towards it, growing like a tree which burgeoned with the new life of Spring, until she was at eye level with Kasskekadmas, and aware of every little thing, the dreamyness of her life sloughing away. She felt keenly the night's breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and canal-waters. She could pick out every detail of Kasskekadmas's face, written in nebulae and clouds of ice, and knew exactly where the line between them lay.

He didn't wait. The sword of frost sailed out, slashing towards her. Elo spun, deflecting with a buckler of fire that she couldn't think too hard about lest it vanish. "I am stronger than you. I have been around since the drawing of time, and you – you are just an upstart. There has been night longer than there has been day!" He came at her again, the sword leaving coldly glittering particles as it travelled. Elo rose to meet it, a sword of flame flickering out to catch the frozen edge. Fire melts ice water's flame. Kasskekadmas growled. Slivers of sharpest ice raked at Elo's face and she howled, an inferno devouring a building. In retaliation, Elo kicked out. The funnel of darkness wafted back like sooted smoke in a gale.

With a snarl, he whirled towards her, a cloud of dagger-like ice. Elo ducked low, heaving up as he passed over, catapulting him away again with a rush of flame. The contact hurt them both, Elo can see that in the contortion of constellations that is his face. His sword flashed out. Elo jumped and kicked, a flaming foot glancing off his shoulder. His sword caught her ankle. Elo landed badly, panting through the pain. "Kasskekadmas, stop. This is stupid. We are evenly matched, as Aukštasvilkas intended. I don't want to spend my life fighting you!" "Upstart! I will fight until you are gone. Until your light is nothing but a memory! Until you join Strucker's meddling welp in the silent ground!" The icy barb that filled Elo's chest had nothing to do with her battle-partner. "You admit you killed her?" Elo asks, sidestepping as Kasskekadmas starts to circle, aiming for another attack. "Do you confess that you murdered Evelyn Isabel Strucker on the evening of March 25th?" He laughs derisively. "What weakness. You still care so much for the laws of mortals. Yes, I killed her. Yes, I confess," he mocks. "Blithering child, running blind, bumbling into my affairs, sticking her nose where it didn't belong!" Hot tears filled Elo's eyes. Her gun seemed to leap into her hands. "I'm placing you under arrest. Lay down your weapon and assume the position or I'll shoot." His laugh was the eerie jangle of a frozen pond. "You have had everything laid at your feet, and still you know nothing." Stars of ice flash up the gun barrel, forcing Elo to drop it. "Your toy could not hurt me before, and it shall not hurt me now!"

Anger, consuming, raced through her veins. Fire erupted from her hand in a blade of sapphire. She jumped back as he swung again. Screaming, she lunged. He twisted, crying out as her sword sliced his side. Ice clove her back. She gave herself to the rage, then, the consuming fire. They trade blow after blow, neither one able to land a good hit, a scrape for every scratch. Elo dredged up all of her grief and hurt, throwing it like a gladiator's net of fire to encase Kasskekadmas. He dodged, but only just, and retaliated in kind. She blocked the ice sheet with the buckler. Rather than chunks of ice to her face, Elo was sluiced with a wave of frigid water.

It is enough to diminish the rage. To remind her that for every blow she strikes, he will land another. Every mark she gives will be returned. He may be stronger now, but the sun will rise and she will be rejuvenated. The day will turn and in the moon's light, he will be renewed. An eternal fight, as she predicted, fueled by their rage and the turning of the world. Rage enough to maybe destroy the world. Unless something drastic happens, they will be stuck in this ouroboros forever.

They trade another flurry. He tags her leg; she burns his arm. She slices his chest; he drives a spike of ice through her thigh.

There is a drawing realisation then. Only one way possible to end this. She thinks of Farren and of Merri and all her other loves – and hopes they'll know she's sorry.

Elo stopped. The armour of her fiery conviction, the shimmering buckler, and the blade of flame dissipated, leaving the night empty and cold. Kasskekadmas reacted as expected. Only a few loping steps to meet her. His aim is true. Elo gasps as the piercing ice slides through her. Her knees give way. His sword still in her, Kasskekadmas has no choice but to follow her down. "How kind of you," he hisses, "to give in to the inevitable." Elo raises her hand to his chest. Her voice is a whisper. "Who says… this is a kindness… to you?" Fire blooms under her hand, burning through his chest. The nebulae of his face swirl in confusion. "Why?" "This is the only way to keep the balance. I would have our people move forward in peace." "I don't…" His ice is spreading, catching her lungs, making it hard to speak, but even after everything, he deserves to know. "Our people have hated too long for something that was no one's fault." Constellations clear into wide eyes. His voice is naught but a wheeze. "The sickness…" "Was from Aukštasvilkas' own heart. It tore itself apart, trying to choose." Elo's vision wavers, dizzying. "But there was nothing to choose. Both our people are beautiful, complementary." "Aukštasvilkas never wanted us to fight…" "But what you started, I will end." Elo pours the last of her fire. He calls the last of his ice. It eats a hole through him, ejecting from his back a narrow blade of light. The water in her fingers and toes and the ends of her hair crystalise. The piercing shriek he utters as he dies joins her last sigh, a puff of chilled air falling from her lips as she dies too.