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lyrics-in-the-sun-capture ยท 9 months ago
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๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง Hello to the new era of music ahead I've truly never felt happier ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ
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x-heesy ยท 9 months ago
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@imperfectfries @inbetweenneeds
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๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šข ๐š‚๐šŒ๐š‘๐š—๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š› (๐™ถ๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š—: [หˆส๐š˜ห.๐š–๐š’ หˆสƒ๐š—๐šŠษชฬฏ.๐šษ] (๐™ฐ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š—); ๐š‹๐š˜๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐šŠ ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘; 23 ๐š‚๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› 1938 โ€“ 29 ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šข 1982) ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐™ถ๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š—-๐™ต๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ. ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ถ๐šŽ๐š›๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ท๐šŽ๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š’๐š•๐š– ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šข 1950๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ 15. ๐™ต๐š›๐š˜๐š– 1955 ๐š๐š˜ 1957, ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š• ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐™ด๐š–๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ด๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š ๐™ฐ๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŠ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฐ๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‚๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐š’ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š•๐š˜๐š๐šข, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐™ป๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š˜ ๐š…๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’'๐šœ ๐™ป๐šž๐š๐š ๐š’๐š (1973). ๐š‚๐šŒ๐š‘๐š—๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐™ต๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š–๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š– ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ. ๐š‡. #iminluv #this #passion #leidenschaft #intimitรฉ #aesthetic #fashioncore #fashionaddicted #storytellers #soulcatchers #soulphotography #softcore #artposts #photographer #motions #emotions #erotique #fantasy #girliwannaeatya #compatibility #slowfood #bedroomstories #thxy
๐š‚๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”: ๐š”๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ 4 ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šข ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿผ
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๐™ผ๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐Ÿ†Ž๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ
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novy2sirius ยท 6 months ago
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random astrology notes volume 4
เผ„ า‰ tw: trauma and abuse - please do not read this post if youโ€™re sensitive to any of these subjects and understand that astrology does not guarantee anything
เผ„ า‰ these notes are based upon isolated placements and aspects, so take these with a grain of salt and remember that the entire chart matters
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โ˜๏ธ every taurus iโ€™ve met has been super shy in the beginning but then once i get to know them theyโ€™re one of the craziest people iโ€™ve ever met. i think itโ€™s crazy when i see people call them boring. if you think theyโ€™re boring it usually means they havenโ€™t come out of their comfort zone around you yet. what i love about them is that they can be really fun but at the same time have a good balance of knowing when to be serious/chill as well
โ˜๏ธ cancer suns are often good at understanding peoples emotions and if evolved this can be a good thing because they will have a sweet and caring nature. if unevolved though this could manifest as them trying to emotionally manipulate others and use their weaknesses against them
โ˜๏ธ iโ€™ve heard people say leoโ€™s or sagittariusโ€™ have the biggest egos but from my perspective itโ€™s the pisces suns. i believe this to be true when theyโ€™re unevolved because the sun is associated with the ego and pisces is ruled by both jupiter and neptune. jupiter represents abundance and neptune represents delusion which means having an abundance of ego and extreme delusion in regards to your identity/self
โ˜๏ธ libra suns daddy issues arenโ€™t talked about enough. the sun is associated with the father and itโ€™s in fall when in the sign libra. 7h suns can also have a hard time forming a close bond with their father because of this since the 7th houses natural ruler is libra, or they could have a father who was abusive in some way
โ˜๏ธ pisces tend to do this thing where they try to heal everyone around them and have this mentality of โ€œi can fix themโ€.. trust me you canโ€™t fix everyone. itโ€™s best to be with people who bring out the best version of you and help you grow as a pisces
โ˜๏ธ everyone i know with a gemini moon in the 9th house is fucking hilarious. like i die every time iโ€™m with them. theyโ€™re also just really friendly usually and i feel like i learn so much random things when iโ€™m with them. some of these things may not even be useful but it still fascinates me
โ˜๏ธ gemini/sagittarius risings typically have lots of hobbies. they usually dabble in everything and are happiest when theyโ€™re constantly doing something or learning new things. when they sit still for too long or isolate themselves they usually spiral into a depression from what iโ€™ve seen
โ˜๏ธ every person i know with a capricorn rising or capricorn rising degree (10ยฐ/22ยฐ) talks in such a classy and intelligent way. for example: ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, jenna ortega, etc. they come off as old souls to me. a lot of them have dry humor as well
โ˜๏ธ gemini/virgo placements make really good mental health advocates and are good at relating to others and making them feel like theyโ€™re not alone. especially if these signs are in their big six
โ˜๏ธ everyone talks about mars/pluto in 1h people coming off as intimidating but chiron in 1h people be scaring me too sometimes. i donโ€™t know what it is. some people say chiron has no effect on appearance but when in the 1h iโ€™ve noticed it does make someone have an rbf and seem like theyโ€™re judging everyone when theyโ€™re not
โ˜๏ธ venus at 27ยฐ can indicate being attracted to really intelligent and spiritual people. the downside is sometimes it can bring challenges in your love life due to numerology. 2 doubles the energy of any number itโ€™s next to and 7 is the most challenging number when it comes to romance. this isnโ€™t because anything is wrong with people that have this placement but because people with this placement are often extremely misunderstood by others. even when it comes to their platonic connections
โ˜๏ธ placements that are at 1ยฐ in your chart can show areas in which you may be more immature or have a lot of growing to do. someone having more than two of these degrees could indicate anger issues and having a big ego if the person is at a lower vibration in life
โ˜๏ธ the sun/uranus at 5ยฐ can indicate someone whoโ€™s a daredevil and loves having fun and doing a lot of crazy shit. random but they always have the weirdest kinks also
โ˜๏ธ chiron can tell about your traumas. for example: having it in the 9th house can indicate having deep spiritual wounds involving religious trauma
โ˜๏ธ juno to jupiter synastry is not ideal in my opinion considering jupiter (zeus) in mythology cheated on juno. more ideal marriage asteroids would be orpheus (3361) to eurydike (75) synastry because orpheus in mythology literally crawled into hell for his wife eurydike. if these asteroids are conjunct, sextile, or trine in synastry it can be very beneficial for a relationship and indicate loyalty as well as the manโ€™s willingness to do anything for the woman
โ˜๏ธ the fama asteroid (408) tells the specifics of someoneโ€™s fame and what itโ€™s like for them as well as drama they tend to get into when famous. for example: hailey bieber and justin bieber have fama to venus synastry and theyโ€™re a famous couple but thereโ€™s lots of drama surrounding their relationship as well
โ˜๏ธ venus in the 12th house in composite is so underrated. i see such beautiful couples with this placement. it typically indicates a couple having a deep spiritual connection and possibly knowing one another in multiple past lives. there is the possibility of an obstacle involving delusion in the relationship if thereโ€™s harsh aspects to this placement though
โ˜๏ธ hot take: if you think 6th house energy in synastry or composite is boring itโ€™s likely because you enjoy toxicity or crave someone who acts uninterested in you (at least a little bit). 6th house energy creates the desire to constantly be doing things for one another and helping each other. it makes you want to constantly improve the relationship together. at worst it usually only means being judgmental or critical of each other, but this is typically for the sake of wanting improvement to occur in the relationship or having concern for the other person about something
โ˜๏ธ a 10th house stellium in composite isnโ€™t always related to being work partners, doing things for the public, or being famous together. the 10th house is also associated with responsibility and stability. this stellium can create a long term relationship/friendship where two people bring out the more humble and responsible sides of one another because of this. at worst it could create a dynamic where one person feels like the other is too bossy and acts like their parent
โ˜๏ธ having your venus in the 10th house in a relocation chart can mean being more likely to gain success and wealth in that specific location. you could possibly meet lovers through work as well or socialize a lot more in that area. you could even possibly become famous there for something involving the arts such as acting/theater, singing, dancing, painting, etc
โ˜๏ธ in my personal opinion i think sun lines really are the best lines to live under in your astro world map. there isnโ€™t a lot of cons to them besides maybe having an ego death or obstacles involving the ego in general. other than that these lines can show locations where weโ€™re happiest, attract success, feel most confident, and can gain lots of popularity or even fame
โ˜๏ธ living under your sun and pluto line in your astro map at the same time will cause you to have lots of ups and downs with happiness. one day you could feel on top of the world and the next you could feel like you wanna reincarnate into a rock instead of going on
โ˜๏ธ living under a moon zenith on your astro map can be challenging emotionally if your soul is at a lower vibration at the time. you could experience lots of depression or feel more sensitive in a location with a moon zenith. if youโ€™re at a higher vibration this zenith can bring lots of creativity and help your soul grow emotionally though
โ˜๏ธ your D9 chart in vedic astrology can give hints about what your spouses name will be
โ˜๏ธ in 2026 people born under the horse vietnamese zodiac will have a beneficial year or learn a very important lesson that helps them in the long run. since itโ€™s a 1 universal year people born under the horse year are especially likely to become more confident this year and have lots of important new beginnings in their life
โ˜๏ธ in 2027 people born under the ox vietnamese zodiac should lay low. this is because itโ€™s their enemy year and typically in our enemy year either bad karma strikes or we must learn really challenging lessons. as long as youโ€™re a good person this isnโ€™t a negative thing though
โ˜๏ธ in 2027 people born under the goat vietnamese zodiac will have a beneficial year or learn a very important lesson. since this is an 11 universal year people born under the goat are especially likely to becoming more spiritual this year or gain fame during this year
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beelsbignaturals ยท 1 year ago
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Unhinged Dates with the Obey Me Cast.
AN: This was just a silly haha but I had way too much fun with it. It was supposed to be one line each...
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Leviathan takes you to go see a whale fall in person. He uses magic so you don't die, obvi, but come on guys!!! Whale fall!!!
Barbatos will take you back in time to witness some of his favorite historical events. You can have a picnic while watching Pompeii from a safe distance.
Satan takes you to a real murder mystery party. Someone sold their soul to him and it's time to collect. Why not make a date of it and kill the poor fool at their own party?
Asmodeus takes you out for the Elizabeth Bathory spa treatment. Virgin blood does wonders for your complexion!
Belphegor will pull a Freddy Kruger and take you with him to haunt some poor shmuck's dreams.
Lucifer is a classy guy. You can sip demonus while watching a Shakespeare reenactment of your choice. When a character dies, so does the actor! Don't worry, love. It's just the souls of the damned. Part of their punishment, y'know?
Beelzebub takes you to a restaurant that used to be all the rage before it was shut down just prior to the exchange program. But the locals kicked up such a fuss it reopened. Just... ignore the fact the menu looks like something the Sawyer family would be offering.
Mammon had a phase where he was really into jumping off of buildings. If you find old Devilgram pics of him divebombing the ground before flying off at the last minute and give your best puppy dog eyes, I'm sure Mammon would be delighted to hold you close as he indulges in an old pass time!
Diavolo will let you join while he sentences souls to damnation. As his future co-monarch, it's your right to learn about the ins and outs of the kingdom. You can even wear a crown made of bones if you want!
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harmoonix ยท 1 year ago
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๐“— ๐“ ๐“ก ๐“œ ๐“ž ๐“ ๐“จ
(Astrology Observations)
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~ Something like a dream has found me ~
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๐ŸŒบ - Every element symbolize a mythical creature your rising sign is associated with
Earth Risings with Fairies ๐ŸŒบ ~ Grace
Water Risings with Mermaids ๐ŸŒบ ~ Rarity
Fire Risings with Dragons๐ŸŒบ ~ Power
Air Risings with Angels ๐ŸŒบ ~ Serenity
๐ŸŒบ - Moon - Jupiter aspects (both harsh and positive aspects) have an inner wisdom, their energy feels like a vortex, very wise for their age
๐ŸŒบ - Sun in Pisces, (Pisces Degrees 12ยฐ, 24ยฐ Or Sun in the 12th house) are attracted to mysticism, fantasies, fairytales etc... The Sun here has the energy of dreaming/dreamy
๐ŸŒบ - Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio Risings = Heart of the ocean, they're untameable like the ocean waves, very innocent with dangerous shadows, very romantic like the ocean aswell
๐ŸŒบ - Moon in water degrees (4ยฐ, 8ยฐ, 12ยฐ, 16ยฐ, 20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ) love with their soul, their love is so precious and surrounded of peace. They have a calming inner harmony
๐ŸŒบ - Rising/Ascendant under water degrees (4ยฐ, 8ยฐ, 12ยฐ, 16ยฐ, 20ยฐ, 24ยฐ, 28ยฐ) have the most peaceful eyes you'll ever seen, their eyes are so serene and magical, their eyes will get memorized in your head
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๐ŸŒบ - Sun aspecting Chiron will heal your insecurities, like they can be the people to call out your insecurities and to help you overcome them
๐ŸŒบ - Venus aspecting Neptune (Both harsh and positive aspect) = Hypnotizing beauty, both Venus and Neptune represent beauty and let me tell you when they're connecting eachother is like an explosion of cherry blossoms
๐ŸŒบ - Chiron and Pisces/Chiron in 12th house can make you addicted of them, they are the type of people who are lonely or may like to stay alone but once you come up in their energy you can become addicted of them (Pisces effect)
๐ŸŒบ - Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus and Venus in the 10th house have ageless beauty, their beauty remains in time just like the old wine
๐ŸŒบ - Asteroid Bella (695) in elements and your beauty
Bella touched by the air have an electric beauty, outstanding personality and they're very chatty in their words. They feel like the breeze of air in the morning, breath of life
Bella touched by the water have an mesmerizing beauty, appealing personality, something about them seems so magical and enchantix . Enchanting aura
Bella touched by the fire have an wild beauty, something that you'd feel in love when you see it, strong personality and wild at heart too
Bella touched by the earth have the gracious nature of a nymph, so feminine, so soft and elegant like a rose, natural beauty and classy vibes
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๐ŸŒบ - Ascendant - Moon aspects (Both harsh and positive aspects) give snow white vibes and I don't mean the skin color, I mean the vibe and the energy of snow white, that pure and nostalgic aura of it, just like that are these aspects too, very kind, helpful, positive, dreamy.
๐ŸŒบ - Out of all the signs Sagittarius and Pisces give the most tropical and exotic vibes they're like this friend of the group who's gonna teach you their traditions and culture
๐ŸŒบ - Mercury in Cancer/Taurus/Pisces have very soft voices, their voice can be very feminine aswell no matter the gender for example boys with those signs in Mercury can have soft/sweet voices
๐ŸŒบ - Part of Fortune in the 7th house are really blessed/fated with a very good relationship/marriage because the Part of Fortune shows where you're the most lucky
๐ŸŒบ - Libra, Leo and Gemini Moons can be the type of friend who always has a prominent smell of parfume. It can be from their obsession with perfumes
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๐ŸŒบ - Uranus aspecting the Midheaven (MC) can experience having unexpected moments in their career, on their career path or at their jobs (maybe as a surprise ๐Ÿซข)
๐ŸŒบ - Asteroid Hera [103] aspecting MC = Being seen as the loyal one in the relationship, the faithful one, the attention will be for you first
๐ŸŒบ - Sun/Moon in the 5th house can make you very emotional and connected to kids, like that type of person who is always encouraged by kids
๐ŸŒบ - Neptune and Jupiter in good aspects can make the native very spiritual/intuitive/ with these aspects you can often get lost in your dreams aswell
๐ŸŒบ - Neptune aspecting the ascendant (both harsh and positive aspects) make the native stunning. They can literally look like some ocean/river nymph with those aspects
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๐ŸŒบ - Uranus aspecting Mars > If you are from the lgbt community this can be an indicator of attracting the same gender. Especially men
๐ŸŒบ - Sun in the 11th house have the cutest relationship ever with their friends. Is really very precious what they have with eachother
๐ŸŒบ - Virgo Sun/Moon/Risings can nurture themselves with long baths, it can be a nurturing method to escape the reality and to focus on yourself for a bit
๐ŸŒบ - Virgo Mercury or Mercury in Virgo Degrees (6ยฐ, 18ยฐ) can really bring any topic in conversation. Like jumping from one topic with another and at the end you can forget what you were talking about
๐ŸŒบ - Sagittarius Moon/Moon in the 9th house give the vibe of Tarzan/Mowgli because of their explorer spirit (If you have this placement and you like these shows it makes more sense). Applying if you also have moon in Sag Degrees (9ยฐ, 21ยฐ)
๐ŸŒบ - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house is such a cute placement to have if you're looking for a cute relationship or partner
๐ŸŒบ - Gemini/Mercury in the 5th house can make the person very sensual in talking and especially at flirting. They can also talk dirty at some points
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๐ŸŒบ - Aquarius Moon or Moon in Aquarius Degrees (11ยฐ. 23ยฐ) may like to stay alone/or to be left alone when they are in that type of mood, because they can feel way better alone than with people who stress them out
๐ŸŒบ - Lilith h12 or h13 aspecting Moon can be the type of person who comforts you when you're low emotionally. Because they can understand you 100% perfectly
๐ŸŒบ - Neptune aspecting the ascendant are really very sensitive/soft people. And there is nothing wrong with that. I actually think these type of people are the kindest people ever but they're born into a evil world who may hurt them at a soul level
๐ŸŒบ - Saturn in the 4th house/Saturn in Cancer are the type of people to comfort you when you need to nurture yourself the most because even with all the chaos in their lives. They still have the most peaceful soul
๐ŸŒบ - Moon in the 2nd house loves sweets, you can always see them sneaking to eat some, they're usually very picky when it comes to sweets tho
๐ŸŒบ - Moon feels very chill at 3ยฐ, 15ยฐ, 27ยฐ degrees because it makes them be the most aware of the things that happen around them. They have a very strong sense of hearing aswell
๐ŸŒบ - I wanna give a shout-out to the people with Cancer Lilith and Lilith in the 4th house because they were raised in toxic families/households and still manage to smile. They're so strong
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๐Ÿฆ‹ Have a very beautiful day to everyone reading my observations, have a blessed day ๐Ÿฆ‹
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lunnybunny12 ยท 6 months ago
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Stolas x wife reader (happy families)
(part 1)
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A Goetia party was always a talking point in hell. And for good reason. From kings to lowborns, everyone and anyone from the Goitias were invited.
The hall was practically dripping with wealth. Ladies draped with the finest silks and velvets, in floor-length gowns and sprinkled with jewels and gems. The gentlemen, groomed to perfection, wore luxurious suits with matching: shirts, hats, tailcoats and cloaks. The smell of the fine food, collected from all across the seven rings drifted through the air along with a strong smell of absynthe and incense.
It was a classy affair, at least you would've thought so if you weren't 5 years old. In your little bird brain, you hated these parties. Granted this was your first one but you couldn't imagine anything more boring. So far you have been: stepped on, pushed and pulled in all directions, danced and if you smiled any more your lips would fall apart.
Your mother, on the other hand, lived for them. When you were small your mother would always pawn you off to a babysitter so she could be at a party. Every year she would work for at least a month to prepare for the occasion.
Not a single feather was out of place that night. Her talons and beak were buffed and polished and there wasn't a spec of anything but elegance ( and annoyance) on her.
"(Y/N)! stop fidgeting you'll ruin my dress" she crowed, dragging you behind her.
"But Mama I-"
Your mother sent you a look that choked the words in your throat and bent down to dust off your dress.
"No buts. you be on your best behaviour. I won't have you embarrass me in front of a king"
Faster than you could comprehend, your mother composed herself and shoved you in front of her.
You slammed face-first into something. Tears were pooling at the corners of your eyes when a sweet voice said "Oh goodness, I'm sorry are you alright?
The boy in front of you was around your age maybe a year older. He was an inch or two taller than you and had 2 large, kind, red eyes that met yours.
"This is my daughter (Y/N). Isn't she just... Precious" your mother said pulling her face into the biggest smile you'd ever seen.
Your eyes travelled up to who she was talking to. The man toward over you and your mother. His blood-red eyes stared down at you like he was staring into your soul.
The owl grumbled to himself before planting a fake smile on his face.
"Isn't she darling? Allow me to introduce my son... uh. Fuck, what's your name?"
"Stolas, father."
"STOLAS! of course. My son, Prince Stolas."
The young owl lowered his head earning a slap.
"Don't bow to THAT one. They bow to us." The man hissed.
Your mother grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a bow, making you slip and fall into Stolas, who caught you.
"(Y/N)!" your mother whispered sharply, tearing you away from Stolas and dragging you behind her.
The whole time you felt your mother's claws dig into your skin making you wince in pain.
Eventually, when your mother let you go you managed to sneak away and scurried to the first place you could find, under a table.
It wasn't the worst place to hide, the tablecloth draped down to the floor on all sides so you couldn't be seen. Through your misty eyes, you'd see shadows pass by. If you weren't so upset you'd actually enjoy your little nook.
"Hello?" someone hooted to you.
You immediately dried your face and tried to stand, hitting your head on the underside of the table.
You locked eyes with the young prince, who by this point was fully under the table with you, and fell face-first to the ground in embarrassment.
Stolas crawled to you with a slight giggle in his voice. "Are you ok?"
"Yes Your Highness I'm fine. My head hurts that's all." You mumbled into the carpet.
"Here let's get you to sit up. I can't really hear you."
Stolas could see that you were upset, your eyes were still puffy and your face was wet.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
You sniffled and fake smiled "Im alright Your Highness"
"Please call me Stolas" he lowered his head to a bow
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phoward89 ยท 7 months ago
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Based on this ask
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Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Soft!Dom!Reader
WARNING โš ๏ธ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole. Smut (p in v), Stepcest, Cuckold, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, mommy kink, breeding kink, Sub!Coryo, Soft!Dom!Reader, pregnancy
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Part 1:
You were absolutely livid when your mother brokered a marriage contract for you. A marriage between you and General Crassus Snow. Oh gods, how you wanted to puke. He was so much older than you. Like he's a man that's at least 50 if not 60. He's at least a good 30 years older than you.
Just the thought makes you want to cringe. And when you called your brother, Rein, to plead for his help he refused. He's an officer in the peacekeepers based in 12 and he didn't want to ruin his future by getting on the bad side of General Snow. Especially since Commander Hoff highly respected General Snow, who had been the commander in District 12 before he took it over.
So without a way out of your marriage, you're stuck with General Snow. Or Crassus as the cold, sinister old fuck insists you call him once you're moved into the grand penthouse he shares with his mother, Grandma'am, and his son, Coriolanus.
The name sounded familiar to you, but you just shoved the notion away. It's not like his son, who was in his last year at the University, was home much to worry about him. Or at least that's what Crassus said.
So one night while sitting in the main room with Grandma'am and Crassus, who was so cold and hard-hearted that it scared you, you're surprised to see Coriolanus Snow, your soon to be step-son, walk into the room. You also weren't expecting him to be so handsome. Coriolanus was a younger and more attractive version of his father, Crassus. Also, his eyes weren't dead and hateful. Yes, Coriolanus had the shame icy blue eyes that his father had, but his still had a soul shining in them. That much you could see.
Coriolanus' brow rose as he saw you sitting with his Grandma'am and across from his father, whoโ€™s nursing a Scotch on the rocks while waiting for dinner to be served, whenever he enters the main room of the penthouse he's been avoiding ever since Tigris moved out into her own place a few months earlier. Coriolanus doesn't remember your name, but he remembers your face from the Academy. You're his age, maybe even a year or so younger, if he remembers correctly.
โ€œFather, you seriously can't be marrying her. She's too young for you.โ€
โ€œShe is a tad bit young, isn't she?โ€ Crassus mockingly asked his son. Looking between you and his spitting image, the cruel General sickly smirks, โ€œBut Y/N reminds me so much of your mother at that age. And Iโ€™d be a fool to turn down a young, beautiful, wet, tight cunt to give me the heir I deserve.โ€
โ€œCrassusโ€ฆโ€ Grandma'am chastised her soulless son, earning her a sharp glare from him.
โ€œMother, I advise you to stop taking up for the useless boy. My son's weak, always was and always will be.โ€
But from your point of view there wasn't anything weak about Coriolanus. Nope. Not one bit. He was tall with broad shoulders, a tapered waist, a chiseled jawline, a prominent nose, and large hands that looked both strong and gentle at the same time. He looked like he was carved from the images of the ancient gods themselves
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Your wedding wasn't a high end affair. It was modest, but classy. Only the elite were invited. Even your older brother, Rein, was able to get leave to attend your wedding. His girl from District 12 wasn't allowed to come. You thought your brother was a piece of shit for not fighting harder to bring her or for coming without her, but he snapped right back that he couldn't risk his future for some coal dust covered pussy. That your new husband could open doors for him and his career.
And when your reception got to be too much, you found yourself on the terrace of the fancy hotel/ballroom your wedding was being held at. Your life was over before it truly begun.
โ€œYou're going to get that dress of yours dirty sitting on the patio like that.โ€ Coriolanusโ€™ deep, elegant timbre sounded out from right behind you.
Looking over your shoulder at the tall young man with striking blue eyes, which held concern in them, and platinum blonde curls, you sigh, โ€œI don't care, Coriolanus.โ€
โ€œWell, you should care. Tigris worked hard on your dress.โ€ He retorted, coming up to your side and taking a seat next to you. Pulling silver cigarette case and matching lighter out of his blazer pocket, Coriolanus stated, โ€œYou feel like your life's over being ball and chained to the hateful old goat, huh?โ€
โ€œHe's your father, Coriolanus. You shouldn't call him a hateful old goat.โ€ You chastised your new, but handsome, stepson with a melancholic tone in your voice.
Oh, why couldn't your mother have brokered an arranged marriage with the Snow son. You'd much rather be married to Coriolanus than Crassus.
โ€œHe's my father, so I can call him a hateful old goat.โ€ Coriolanus replied, cigarette dangling between his lips, as he lit up his smoke. Putting his case and lighter back into his pocket, only to take his first drag of his smoke, he sincerely told you, โ€œYou don't deserve to be married to such a cruel man. You're too young and beautiful to be wasted on the likes of him.โ€
You didn't say a word, just gave him a curious look. A look which caused him to give you a thin line of a smile before offering to share his smoke with you- to help calm nerves.
And that was the beginning of something for forbidden between you and Coriolanus.
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For all his big talk, Crassus was useless in bed. He, for a lack of a better word, couldn't get his dick up. He even chewed on the special blue pill, but sometimes that didn't even work. And all you were was a warm, tight hole- a fleshlight for him to fuck and rut into. You got no pleasure out of fucking him.
Before or after you said I do.
But you did find pleasure somewhere else. In the arms of your stepson, in fact. As sick and twisted as it sounds, you found solace in fucking Coriolanus. Coryo, as he insisted you call him once you started fucking around behind his father's back.
Although it's taboo in the eyes of society, hell the nation of Panem, it feels right. You and Coryo are of similar age, find each other very attractive, and get along well. Despite what you two have being considered wrong, being stepcest, neither one of youโ€™s going to end your affair.
An affair that's happening in the Snow family penthouse right underneath General Snow's nose. But he's not bright enough to figure it out.
Noโ€ฆ
โ€œFuckโ€ฆโ€ Coryo groaned, his long fingers digging into your hip bone as you rode his cock. โ€œMommy, your pussy feels so goodโ€ฆโ€ He nearly pants, kneading your breast with his large hand as he felt your cunt squeeze his cock.
โ€œYour big cock feels so good too, baby.โ€ You whine, bringing your hand to rest on top of Coryo's large one that's on your hip while using your other one to balance yourself by resting your palm on your stepsonโ€™s firm chest. โ€œSo good.โ€ You sigh, lifting yourself up and quickly sinking down onto the girthy 8 inches that's deliciously stretching out your cunt.
The platinum blonde, whose curls are like a halo around his head, gives you a lustful look with his cerulean eyes. โ€œMommy, I wanna suck your titties.โ€ He whines, baritone husky, but submissive.
Yes, Coriolanus Snow, the son of the almighty General Crassus Snow, was a sub in bed. A sub with a mommy kink. It was something you discovered the first time he fucked you and, although it stunned you to discover that someone so tall, large, and manly in every sense of the word was not dominant at all between the sheets and wanted โ€˜mommyโ€™ to boss him around, you didn't shame him for it. Instead, you embraced his kink. Your situationโ€™s already twisted, might as well add in the Dom/Sub mommy kink element to it too.
Coryo felt safe enough with you to share his desires, kinks, and fantasies. Unknown to everyone, his confidence and bravado was a well worn mask and underneath it he's just an insecure boy. But with you, well, he's able to feel needed and like he matters.
And him sharing his mommy kink with you gives you a sense of control in your otherwise uncontrollable life. Being dominant in bed helps you deal with your life as much as it helps Coriolanus deal with his.
You and Coryo have a safe word in play in case he can't handle something, but so far he's never used it. Truth be told, you're a bit of a soft dom to him. But he enjoys it. He enjoys anything you give him.
Grabbing his platinum blonde curls in your hands, you roughly pulled Coryo up towards your breasts. โ€œThen suck on mommyโ€™s titties, baby.โ€ You order, causing him to latch his lips onto your nipple.
Your back arched from the feelings Coryo was coaxing from your body. The feeling of his large cock hitting the special spongy spot deep inside of you every time you spear yourself down onto him paired with the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around your nipple had you feeling euphoric. Coryo was blessed with a magical tongue. Whether it was kissing, eating your cunt, or sucking your nipples, his wet muscle always made you pant and quiver.
You literally begin to quickly bounce up and down of Coryo's cock, causing the mattress springs to loudly creak in the dead of the night, as you desperately chase your high. Coryo bites your nipples, only to soothingly run his tongue over the stinging rose bud. Your nipple falls from his mouth with a loud, wet pop.
โ€œMommy, please, I wanna cumโ€ฆโ€ The platinum haired angelish devil of a boy beneath you begs as his hips desperately buck up. He's beginning to feel his release build up and he wants permission to cum.
Permission you won't give him, because you have to cum first.
โ€œNot yet, Coryo. Mommy has to cum first.โ€
โ€œBut, please Mommy. I need to cum so bad.โ€ He whinily begs, eyes pathetically looking up at you while his chin's perched in your cleavage, causing his head to bounce up and down with every movement you make.
โ€œI said no, Coryo. Now be a good boy and stop begging; take what you're getting.โ€ You sharply snap, all the while rocking your hips as you straddle his dick.
โ€œBut mommy-โ€ Coryo began to whine, once again, only for you to shut him up by wrapping your hand around his throat and roughly pushing him back down into the mattress.
His icy blue eyes were blown as dark as midnight with lust as you choked his neck, not hard enough to cut off his breathing, but just enough to punish his bratty behavior as a sub.
โ€œDon't be a selfish brat, Coryo. You know mommy cums first.โ€ You tell him in a tight tone, that's a bit rougher than usual, as you continue to fuck yourself on his large cock as he lays on the bed- a look of pure pleasure spread across his face.
You continue to hold him down by the neck as your tight, wet cunt clenched around his large, veiny cock, causing Coryo's to whimper and whine with the desperation to cum. Oh, the feeling of your warm, wet, pussy around his aching cockโ€™s too much. Too much to handle and he just has to cum.
Coryo feels like your motions and movements have been nothing but teasing; have done nothing, but rile him up and make him feel like he's going to explode any minute with both madness and pleasure.
โ€œPlease, mommy, I need to cum. Don't make me hold back anymore.โ€ The almighty Coriolanus began to cry as he struggled to hold back his orgasm as you rode his cock harder and faster than before.
Your hand was still wrapped around his throat and that didn't help matters out, since it was a turn on for him- seeing your blood red nails wrapped around his pale throat and lightly resting on his windpipe. His hips bucked up frantically and he panted as he attempted to rebel and chasing his high. But you needed to cum first, it was one of the rules established between you and Coryo for the Dom/Sub play. Despite how desperate Coryo seemed, you had to cum first and you had to give him orders to help you get there.
โ€œRub mommyโ€™s clit, baby boy. If you really want to cum, rub mommy's clit just the way you know she likes it.โ€ You order your lover, holding back a moan as you feel his tip hit your cervix just right.โ€
Coriolanus quickly nodded his head, causing his sweaty platinum curls to rustle against his pillow, before bringing his hand to where the two of youโ€™re connected, only to run fast and hard circles into your clit.
โ€œLet me cum in your cunt, tonight. Please, mommy, let me knock you up.โ€ Coryo told you, his voice thick with lust a bit softer than usual.
Your breath hitched as you felt both the weight of his words and the intense pressure of your upcoming release hit you. All you could do was shake your head and half-moan, โ€œYou can't, Coryo. Iโ€™m marriedโ€ฆโ€ Even tho you didn't say the words to your father, they hung in the air like a heavy cloud.
โ€œBut don't you want a baby, mommy?โ€ Coryo asks, the hand that was on your hip gliding over to your lower stomach. Slowly stroking your lower belly while pressing quick and sloppy circles into your swollen clit, the platinum blonde below you says, โ€œLet me give you a baby. Please, mommy, nobody has to know it's mine.โ€
โ€œCoryoโ€ฆโ€ You gasp, feeling the right know of pleasure inside of you getting ready to unravel.
โ€œYou'll look so beautiful, full of my seed. Oh, mommy, please, let me knock you up tonight.โ€ Coryo pleaded his case once more as he lay beneath you, at your mercy since he's your sub.
If you say no and got off of him after you cum then he'll have no choice, but to cum on his stomach (which is what the agreementโ€™s been between you two since your affair started). But if you take pity on him and agree to letting him cum inside of your pussy, to fill your womb with his seed, then he'll be the happiest man in the world.
Coryo feels your cunt clamp around his cock and he knows you're about to cum. He's getting his teeth, holding back his own release, as your movements above him grow more frantic. โ€œPlease, mommy, let me give you the one thing that hateful old goat can't. Let me give you a baby.โ€
You're too far gone down the rabbit hole by this point in your life to say no. You're already fucking your stepson in an illicit affair, might has well have a baby too. Nobodyโ€™ll know. It'll be a dirty little secret between you and Coryo.
โ€œYes, yes, Coryo.โ€ You moan out as you cum hard around Coriolanusโ€™ dick. โ€œCum in mommyโ€™s cunt; knock me up.โ€ You breathlessly order as your juices messily run down your thighs and onto his.
Your hand that's wrapped around Coryo's remains there as he thrusts his hips up one, two, three times. You gently run your thumb over his Adam's apple as you feel him shoot ropes of his thick, hot seed deep into your womb.
Leaning your face down, you whisper against Coryo's lush lips, โ€œYou're mommyโ€™s good baby boy, Coryo.โ€, before kissing him.
Coryo whimpered into the kiss before needily pressing his lips against yours. He could never get enough of your lips on his. He craves your kisses like a parched man craves water.
โ€œI do love being your good baby boy.โ€ Coryo tells you, his breath a mere whisper against your lips, as he breaks off your kiss to let you catch your breath.
Coryo's softness in your sex life is something that you greatly appreciate. Especially since your husband's so rough when he does manage to get his dick up long enough to do something. Coriolanus being soft in bed, but cunning and calculating out in the world with his studies at the University and his social affairs just shows you how versatile your lover is.
Oh, why couldn't he be your husband?
โ€œWill you stay with me tonight, darling?โ€ Coriolanus asks as you gingerly get off of him and take the empty spot on the mattress next to him.
Shaking your head, you sadly sigh, โ€œYou know I can't, even tho I want to.โ€
โ€œOne day we'll be able to be together, my love. You'll see.โ€ He sadly smiles, pulling you to cuddle with him for just a few moments.
Moments that are very precious to both of you.
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A month later when you miss your period, you just know that you're pregnant. And when you go to the doctor to confirm your suspicions, you're given both a blood and urinary test. And the results for both are positive.
It's easy to make your husband, Crassus, believe that the baby's his since you drug him with sleeping pills whenever you fuck your lover, Coriolanus. And you know without a doubt that the baby belongs to Coriolanus since when you're stuck fucking Crassus it ends as soon as it begins due to his little blue pill problem.
Grandma'amโ€™s shocked to hear that she's going to have another grandbaby. In fact, she made a remark about how she always thought she'd become a great-grandmother instead of a grandmother again. That remark had Coriolanus' smirking.
Tigris, your neice-in-law, congratulated you when she heard the news, but the look on her face was anything but happy. In fact, she looked a bit worried for you.
Crassus didn't seem overjoyed about your pregnancy. No, he just acted like it was your duty to give him a child. He even made a remark about how the baby better be a son or else heโ€™ll hide it away somewhere- give it up. That remark made Coriolanus mad. He literally got into a fight with his father over it.
Thank the gods, the doctor told you that the baby's a boy. So you don't have to worry about Crassus taking the baby away from you. But you know deep down in your heart of hearts that Coryo would never let his evil old bastard of a father do that to your baby.
To Coriolanusโ€™ baby.
Grandma'am seemed happy to be having another grandson and told you all about how she named her sons, Crassus Xanthos and Cadmus Xanthos, and how the traditional of the male Snow heirs having the initials CXS has been implemented by your husband, Crassus, whenever he named his own son Coriolanus Xerxes Snow. Of course, you assured your mother-in-law that your baby would have a name worthy of a Snow.
Crassus didn't seem to care about the pregnancy or discussing baby names. He just told you that you better fulfill your duty of birthing him a healthy son. He also told you to figure out a name for the baby; that he's too busy as the Minister of National Security to worry about such things.
And since it's your job to figure out a name, you decided to enlist some help from Coryo.
โ€œDo you want me to name the baby? I know he doesn't care about you or what you name our son, but I care.โ€ Coryo tells you one night as you cuddle with him in bed. He's got a protective hand over your belly, always taking his role in it's life very seriously.
The โ€˜heโ€™ Coriolanus refers to is his father; your husband, Crassus. Neither one of you use his name anymore. It's easier to talk about him, deal with him and his communist rule over the Snow family that way. And right now he's out stone cold in the bed your suppose to share with him since you spiked his nightcap with sleeping pills. It's something you've been doing a lot lately in order to spend more time with Coryo.
โ€œYou want to name the baby?โ€ You ask, tears of joy welling up in your eyes.
Coryo smiles, only to say, โ€œHe's my son, of course I want to name him.โ€
โ€œThen you can name him.โ€ You tell the platinum blonde with the halo of curls, giving him a soft smile before resting your head on his shoulder.
โ€œI have the perfect name in mind, mommy.โ€ Coryo kisses your head, his timbre a soft rasp, as he gently strokes your belly. He flinches slightly as he feels the baby kick against his hand. โ€œHe kicked me, Y/N.โ€ Coryo smiled in awe, his baby blues shining with pride.
โ€œHeโ€™s saying โ€˜hello daddyโ€™.โ€ You tell your lover, causing him to smile and tell you the name he wants to give your son.
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Crassus was too busy working to be bothered by the birth of the newest Snow heir. Coryo on the other hand missed his University classes to be by your side while you gave birth. He held your hand and whispered reassuring words to you through your entire labor.
Since your husband wasn't around, your stepson was given the honor of cutting the cord. The doctor and the nurses didn't say a word, but they did share some looks that implied they thought something fishy was going on between you and Coriolanus.
After everythingโ€™s said and done, Crassus comes to visit you and the baby in your hospital room. You're resting in your bed and Coryo's sitting by your bedside with your newborn son in his arms.
โ€œI see you're still alive.โ€ Is how Crassus greets you. A greeting that earned him a cold, narrow eyes look from Coriolanus.
โ€œYes, Crassus.โ€ You nod. โ€œI'm still alive.โ€
Looking at his son's, one nearing the end of his University career and the other a few hours old, Crassus makes the observation of, โ€œCoriolanus, I see your bonding with your baby brother.โ€
A smirk appears on Coryo's otherwise stoic face as he tells his hateful father, โ€œI love him as if he was my own.โ€ Looking between you and Crassus, Coryo adds in, โ€œMommy let me help her name him.โ€
Crassus raised a brow, giving his eldest an odd look. The old man couldn't help, but wonder when Coriolanus started to call you mommy. Maybe he'll ask his mother, Grandma'am, about it. Surely she'd know more about the milestones you and his son are making them he does. He is, after all, working to make the nation of Panem a place of order, a place where the Capitol shines and the Districts are kept under an iron thumb.
Looking down at the bundle of joy held lovingly and protectively in his arms, a baby boy with wisps of whitish blonde hair and big bright icy blue eyes, Coriolanus reveals the name of the newest Snow heir to his father.
โ€œCassian Xandros.โ€
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High lady. | High Lord Eris X F reader
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Summary: You used to love Eris- and now thatโ€™s all in the past. Or you at least thatโ€™s what you think. Until you receive an invitation to a dance from the high lord- Eris.
A/N: Hellooo my fireflies! Iโ€™ve been thirsting for Eris these past few weeks so why not write for him? I canโ€™t believe I ever didnโ€™t like this man ๐Ÿ˜ซ. Also for my male readers out there, if youโ€™d like me to rewrite this or any of my other fics with a male reader, just ask! ๐Ÿ’•
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warnings: cussing, allusions to sex, use of y/n, slight angst, she/her pronouns
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There were no words to describe your shock at seeing the royal invite to the ball. You werenโ€™t high fae. You were a simple, low class librarian. Your name was written in beautiful, classy cursive. A handwriting you recognized immediately. This was handwritten by Eris. Eris Vanserra. Memories flooded your mind.
Running through the gardens, dogs barking behind you playfully. You didnโ€™t have time to react before a body landed on you. Eris. He tackled you to the dirt, his hand was cradling your head to prevent it banging against the floor as he straddled your back. His hounds crowded the two of you, stomping and making noises with excitement.
โ€œGot you little fox!โ€ Eris announced, hugging you from behind.
โ€œNot fair! You said youโ€™d give me a head start.โ€ You pouted. Erisโ€™s laughter filled the air, creating a warm atmosphere. His arms wrapped around your middle and he pulled you into a hug. His embrace was warm and comforting in the cool autumn air.
Cauldron. That was so long ago. Eris was older by you than a long shot, but at that time, you were young. Nineteen years old. Young and innocent. He was also slightly more innocent then, playing with you and entertaining your young soul. Your face flushed a slight shade of pink, and you shook your head. You remember your crush on him. How could you not have one though? Everyone warned you. And you didnโ€™t listen. He was everything a girl at that age wouldโ€™ve wanted. Beautiful, handsome, smart, experienced, and a prince.
It was only when you discovered Eris was to be betrothed to some high fae daughter in his fatherโ€™s court, did your little world come crashing down with reality. You were a peasant compared to him. And he likely saw you as nothing but entertainment. So you distanced yourself. You stopped accepting his invites to dinner with his family, you didnโ€™t go out with him anymore. Of course, you couldnโ€™t bear to completely cut him off. So you still would accept his occasional invite to walk with him in the forests with his hounds. He always told you they missed you. Now days, the walks were somewhat awkward. They happened every few months.
The last one was 6 months ago. You always thought you were doing better, you worked at a library, and cared for precious books. You lived in a relatively small apartment, but it was okay. You were grateful, you had a roof on your head and food on your plate. Things had changed since your last walk with him.
Beron was dead. On Erisโ€™s wedding night, before the marriage had been officiated he had dueled Beron to a battle of death. Hundreds at the wedding had witnessed as Eris brutally slayed his father, and placed the crown on his head. Declaring himself as high lord. He released himself of the marriage, and granted his fiancรฉ permission to marry her true lover. When the news escaped to the streets and you heard, you couldnโ€™t help but be nervous. You realized, Eris would be to busy with his court to come on walks with you anymore. And that made you realize that your feelings werenโ€™t gone. You had never gotten over him.
Tonight was a royal ball. You remembered Eris had always begged his father to let you attend the dances and balls, but Beron always refused. Saying trash like you should never be seen with royalty. Eris, stayed by your side though. Heโ€™d sneak from the dances and find you, and would dance in the silent night with you. And you had no idea why Eris was inviting you to this ball. Was it pity? Did he want you to experience something nice once in your life? What would you even wear? You certainly didnโ€™t have royal attire.
You ripped open the letter with your nails, admiring the wax seal of a little fox on it. You opened it to a small card inside. Erisโ€™s handwriting.
Little fox,
Iโ€™d be honored for you to attend the royal autumn ball tonight with me. A carriage will wait for you at your apartment at noon. Donโ€™t neglect my dogs of your attention any longer.
Love, Eris.
You giggled. You felt like a school girl. You could feel the heat on your face. You admired his familiar handwriting. It was neat and lovely in every sense. A dried viola fell into your lap when you opened the card further. Memories of him teaching you cursive in the gardens made you smile. You stood, grasping the flower, and pulled out the small box you kept of every letter he had ever sent you. Whenever Beron would try to restrict him from seeing you, it didnโ€™t stop him from convincing his maids or servants to get his letters to you. You hadnโ€™t received a letter since his last request to walk with you. The box was filled with the dried flowers heโ€™d always sent with them.
How could you go? What would you wear? You approached your closet. And then you remembered something.
โ€œEris- I canโ€™t wear this. This is too- too, royal.โ€ You squeaked, admiring the beautiful dress he had just gifted you.
โ€œWear it. It matches the suit my father made me wear. Letโ€™s dance, little fox.โ€ He purred, pushing hair out of your face. Once the dress was on, he pulled you close to him in the empty streets on the Autumn Court and guided you in a slow dance, uncaring of the lack of music. Or the fact he was missing a royal ball.
You didnโ€™t waste time in finding the box tucked away safely under your bed, and pulling it out. You opened the box, staring at the gorgeous forgotten dress. You had only worn it the last night he had danced with you.
This would work. Looks like all the dances you learned from books would pay off tonight.
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Music from the orchestra blasted loudly. You entered the throne room, slightly late. But nobody cared. You were fashionably late- you had to find a mask. It was a masquerade after all. And Erisโ€™s letter was a little bit close to time so, nobody could blame you. People danced in sync all over the room, dresses of different colors swaying. It was so fascinating. You couldnโ€™t help but be mesmerized. Sure, most of these people were stuck up cunts, but they were beautiful, and they knew it too. You walked down the the grand stair case, eyes greedily taking in everything.
And then they caught on him. He sat on the throne, auburn hair messy as if he had ran his hands through it more then once tonight. The crown on his head was slightly crooked, giving him an uncaring look as high fae of all kinds greeted him. His mask was the color of burning fire, gold lace trimming it. He seemed bored, uninterested in this whole party. And he looked every bit of the High Lord you knew he would be.
You didnโ€™t have the guts to greet him. You couldnโ€™t. He had invited you out of perhaps pity. There were clear boundaries you were sure of. And you knew approaching the high lord as a peasant would break every single one of those boundaries. You could already see high fae turning their noses up at you as you walked by.
You approached the giant banquet table, observing the various foods. They were all favorites of yours. Maybe you just had a fancy food taste. You grabbed a glass of fae wine off of a servantโ€™s tray, happy to indulge yourself in high quality wine that you didnโ€™t have to pay for. You decided to eat after you danced.
You turned to face the dance floor. You watched the first waltz come to an ends, couples departing to find new partners. You swirled your wine in your glass, smelled it and then took a taste. It was glorious. Aged, and woodsy. You figured the bottle was easily in the three hundreds. Who cared? You didnโ€™t have to pay for it. You snickered to yourself.
โ€œDance with me?โ€ A coy voice purred beside you.
You turned, seeing a gentle around your age. High fae. And he was still asking to dance. Odd. His mask was black with silver lace. He wore a simple black tux. His hair was a dark brown, slicked with gel. He had a warm smile. He was handsome. You took his outstretched hand.
โ€œWhy not?โ€ You replied, setting your wine glass down on a servantโ€™s tray. The male smirked with arrogance, and swooped you to the dance floor. Music begun, and he started the dance.
โ€œIโ€™m Silas.โ€ He murmured, twirling you. You nodded, having no problem in keeping up with the complex strides of this particular dance.
โ€œY/nโ€ You responded. His eyes glinted.
โ€œBeautiful name for a beautiful girl like you.โ€ Silas said. He started to move faster, as if seeing how well you could keep up. And you did. Having no trouble at all.
You smiled warmly. This man was nice. You could see yourself with him. But it felt like something was missing. Like a hole in your heart.
โ€œThank you, Silas.โ€ You purred back, starting to lead the dance. You guided it into a more complex rhythm, going along with the music, but ultimately making it more difficult. You giggled when he tripped over his own foot but caught himself. He glared at you.
โ€œYou dance awfully good for a commoner.โ€ He huffed out, twirling you again.
โ€œHaving trouble keeping up?โ€ You taunted playfully, not caring of his snarky remark. He was embarrassed. You could tell by how his eyes were roaming the people that had take to watch the both of you dance, interested in seeing how long you could rule the dance floor, he was embarrassed. Your eyes roamed the people. You could feel a familiar sense of someone watching. Your eyes found Eris. He was no longer listening to the fae beside him. His amber eyes bored into you. When you caught eye contact, he smirked. His legs spread as he leaned further into his throne. His eyebrow was cocked, his long talons tapping against the throne.
Cauldron. You had forgot how breathtakingly gorgeous he was. And sexy. You felt your face flush.
A snarl distracted you from him. Silasโ€™s hands clutched your hips.
โ€œDo not mock me.โ€ He growled quietly in your ear. The musicโ€™s rhythm went faster, and the dance along with it. The curious fae quickly started dancing again, embarrassed at how they were so mesmerized by a commoner.
You went to take another step, but Silas went crashing to the floor. You watched in shock as he slid on the floor, his eyes wide with fury and embarrassment. His face heated with embarrassment. He looked up at you mouth open as if he was about to blame you, but his eyes caught on something behind you. Or rather, someone.
You turned slowly to see the high lord standing in his full glory behind you. His sharp cunning eyes squinted and mouth pulled into a smirk. He observed the male on the floor before looking at the people around you both. Then his eyes landed on you. You were awestruck by him for a minute- before you realized he was royalty. You started to bow but an invisible force stopped you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion before Eris bowed in front of you.
The High Lord just bowed in front of you. You. A peasant. Before you could say anything he lifted his hand to you.
โ€œGrant me the pleasure of a dance?โ€ He said, loud and clear. Gods you missed his voice. Yours ears picked up multiple gasps of shock. You heard a start of a growl before seeing Erisโ€™s eyes glare into Silas behind you. You heard Silas scrambling away, knowing his place. Erisโ€™s eyes turned back to you. He stayed in a bowed down position, hand waiting for yours. You swallows your shock. So be it. This very much may be the last dance you and him share, and you would take it.
Eris smiled softly when he felt the familiar embrace of your hand on his. His hand wrapped around yours, completely swallowing it. You hadnโ€™t even realized the music had stopped until now. He motioned with his free hand for it to begin again. Fae around you scampered to start dancing, but all of their eyes were on you. On him. And his eyes were on you. And thatโ€™s all that mattered.
His free hand moved to your hip, grasping it gently with respect. He slowly moved to start the dance, holding you close. You didnโ€™t know what to say or do other than to follow his lead. You didnโ€™t even realize your mouth was gaping open.
โ€œLittle fox, you look like a fish gasping for air.โ€ Eris teased in your ear, and you quickly shut your mouth.
โ€œSorry-โ€œ
โ€œDonโ€™t apologize. You never have to apologize to me.โ€ He replied, smoothly. Gods. It was as if you were 19 again and you were dancing in the empty village with him. His long nails drew circles on your hip as you slowly started ti advance in the pace of the music. He kept up with ease, and you the same.
โ€œYour hounds miss you.โ€ Eris murmured, leaning his head down enough to kiss your forehead. It took every ounce of self control to not accidentally trip in shock.
โ€œMy hounds? Theyโ€™re not mine. Theyโ€™re yours!โ€œ You started.
โ€œYes, they are, little fox. You helped me save and raise Sadieโ€™s pups. If it wasnโ€™t for you most of them wouldโ€™ve died during birth. They are every bit of yours as they are mine.โ€ He responded, pulling you closer. You knew better then to continue this fight with him. He was stubborn. And you knew if you tried to refuse again youโ€™d probably have a pack of hounds at your apartment door tomorrow- out of spite.
โ€œWhatever.โ€ You grumbled defeatedly, shaking your head. He chuckled. His laugh was deeper now. You could smell the envy of other women around you. You wondered if they knew there wasnโ€™t anything to be jealous of.
โ€œSo..howโ€™s being High Lord?โ€ You asked, unsure of what to talk about now. Eris frowned with a playful pout.
โ€œLonely. Iโ€™m sure the hounds would agree too. But donโ€™t worry about that. Thatโ€™ll changeย very, very soon.โ€
You werenโ€™t quite sure what Eris was getting on to now. He always spoke in riddles. You sighed. Before you could re-question him, he started talking again.
โ€œHow hasย myย little fox been?โ€ Eris divulged.
You blushed. He had always had a knack for that dumb nickname. You were glad people couldnโ€™t hear your conversation. The current dance came to an end and Eris wasted no time in pulling you into another. He knew you would have no problems keeping up.
โ€œIโ€™ve been good.โ€ You responded. You looked up at him. He had gotten taller. And bigger. Maybe it was the high lord magic that transferred to him after Beron died or something. You werenโ€™t sure. But he towered over you, creating a comical size difference. He gave you a toothy playful smile. He was always so carefree around you. You loved it. You loved him.
โ€œYou look lovely in that dress.โ€
โ€œYou bought it.โ€ You quipped back at him.
โ€œI have such good taste don't I?โ€ He countered.
You couldnโ€™t help but giggled looking away. The music slowed and you knew this was coming to an end. And gods you didnโ€™t want it to end. His eyes softened as if he too was thinking the same. He grasped you tighter, pulling you closer, your bodies left no space between each others. He leaned down and inhaled your scent.
โ€œGods. I missed you. I missed your scent. The way you laugh. Talking with you- I missed it all.โ€ Eris started. He held you tighter when you tried to pull away, confused.
โ€œDonโ€™t move away. Let me enjoy this Y/n.โ€ He whispered, head going to the crook of your neck as he slowed the dance, moving with rhythm to the orchestraโ€™s music. You realized how desperate and clingy his hood on you seemed now. As if he had missed you as much as you missed him.
Fuck boundaries. You couldnโ€™t care if you were a peasant compared to him right now. You let your inner thoughts win as you tightly clutched at him. You didnโ€™t wanna let go of him. You let your head lean against his chest, relaxing into the calm and slow dance. You knew fae were gawking at you both. And neither of you cared. Eris seemed shocked at your return of his embrace. The music slowed to a stop, and so did you both in the middle of the floor. Eris gently pulled away, staring at you with such adoring eyes. A sharp contrast to who he was in front of these people. His eyes found their way to your lips. He looked back up at you, a pleading look on his face. You understood what he wanted.
His hand clutched at the back of your head as your lips met. His were soft. It was the most gentle and loving kiss. You couldnโ€™t give a flying fuck about the jealous and envious fae. Not just women. Both males and females snickering in jealousy. Eris pulled away, eyes soft. He took in the sight of you.
He didnโ€™t waste time in pulling you in for a second kiss. This one wasnโ€™t gentle. It was hot. Aggressive. He kissed you as if there was a fire in his bones and you were the only thing that could sooth it. His teeth gently nipped and sucked on your bottom lip. You returned it. His hand clutched at the back of your head, talons tangled in your hair. His other one clutched at your hip and roamed to your lower back. Your hands clutched at the front of his dress shirt. When you pulled away gasping for air, Eris had the biggest smile on his face. His eyes roamed your face again. You lips were swollen and pink from him. You were panting and looking at him as if he was everything. And he returned the same look. He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear before cupping your jaw.
โ€œDonโ€™t make me miss you anymore. Stay with me. Iโ€™ll give you everything you could dream of. You can be my high lady. Anything- anything you want.โ€ He begged, eyes pleading. You knew he wasnโ€™t lying.
โ€œEris..โ€
Eris swear his heart stopped with the way you said his name. Heโ€™s positive he would die right here on this floor at your knees if you rejected him. You were all he ever wanted.
โ€œYouโ€™re everything I could dream of.โ€ You whispered to him. Eris took in a gasp of air, not realizing he had been holding it. Relief flooding his body. And then pure love. He grabbed your hand before you could say anything and guided you up the stairs the the throne. He turned, facing the crowd with you. His hand placed on your lower back.
The whole crowd of fae stared in confusion and shock. No idea of what was about to happen.
โ€œWell? What are you waiting for?โ€ Eris barked. โ€œShow some respect to your high lady.โ€
His voice boomed across the room, gasps eliciting from the crowd. And then, they all bowed. You stood in front of the throne, watching as they all bowed to their knees. The scent of fear and confusion flooded from the fae.
Eris smirked before turning around back to you. He knew that despite your anxieties, you were made for this. Just your presence demanded attention from others. He knew you were his. His eyes shined with pure male pride as he removed the autumn court crown from his head, and gently placed it on yours. You watched as he bowed down on his knee, paying respect to you. His queen. You relaxed. Hundreds of high fae all bowed down to you. Your man bowed down to you. You tipped your head up with a smirk.
Eris grasped your hand and kissed your ring finger with a possessive glare at it. As if promising himself it would soon have a ring around it. He stood, and walked you to the throne. He held your hand as you sat down on it, crossing your legs. He stood beside you, eyes peering to the fae. He looked to you. Gods you were gorgeous. He couldnโ€™t help the possessiveness in him that filled to the brim at seeing you where you finally belonged. He had waited so long to be able to do this.
โ€œThe masquerade is over. Get out.โ€ He growled to the people, his eyes never leaving you. He didnโ€™t bother turning around to ensure the people left. He could hear them rushing to get out.
He was gonna fuck you on your rightful throne.
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natalyarose ยท 8 months ago
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Hi, and happy Bharani season to all :) I've been working on this analysis for days not necessarily because it took long to write, but moreso because I could write endlessly on Venus Nakshatras & it took me a lot of time to organize the stream of info I'd written in a more adequate manner. I hope this piece is enjoyed & informative to someone ๐Ÿฉท
In this piece I'm going to be diving into Venus's themes of dancing along the line between pain & pleasure, and the artistry and beauty that is born from the merging of these two extremes.
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The song 'Glory Box' by Portishead is the song that inspired me to write my first song and take it truly seriously.
It's just such a sensual, classy, sexy, beautiful masterpiece. Though beyond that, the meaning portrayed in the song & music video speaks to my soul so vividly. I always was enchanted by this track, but seeing the music video brought it all together for me and the meaning just 'clicked'.
'I'm so tired, of playing playing with this bow and arrow I'm gonna give my heart away leave it to the other girls to play for I've been a temptress too long just give me a reason to love you give me a reason to be a woman... I just wanna be a woman'
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Everything about this song, this video just screams Purvashadha & Venus. Even the line 'playing with this bow & arrow' lol- sidereal Sagittarius much? I wouldn't be surprised if Purvashadha is directly connected to Cupid.
I'm going to go a bit freeform in my interpretation of the song & video, but I think I've got the 'right' grasp of the idea portrayed:
The music video depicts people in a vintage style office setting & old fashioned, very professional 'uptight' attire. It is boring and in a sense drab, but we see life in the subtle expressions & communication. There is flirtation, but it is secretive. There is an an expectation to be professional, to be 'proper'.
There are clips of Old Hollywood-esque people having drinks, enjoying themselves. We get sporadic visuals of the singer (Beth Gibbons, Purvashadha Sun, likely Uttarashadha Moon; Uttarashadha being prominent in music), dressed beautifully & glamorously performing on the tv, looking almost pained in her beauty & artistic display of emotion.
This song speaks to the desperation to be free and sensual as a woman, or just as a soulful human being in a world where there are responsibilities and expectations to keep up an image, 'play the game' in society. The desire to 'be a woman' and express your feminine energy authentically, dress up, be emotional & sensuous, indulge in pleasure and break free from social/circumstantial limitations. However, the pain and friction between two worlds almost makes the longing and lust for the person/life you desire even more intoxicating.
Venusian desire & artistry is so intense, in the corporate world Venus ruled individuals often find themselves needing to reign in their passion, and even punishing themselves for it.
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I think I first started listening to this song when I heard it in a reel that was again, extremely Venusian! I would credit it, but I think this just was a circulating video & I have no clue who the originator was. The dude (Gene Kelly) has Purvashadha Moon & Purvaphalguni ascendant. Just look at the suave-ness of Venus men lol :
There's so much more I could write about this specific song and the nature of Venus, but ima try to stick with the 'k.i.s.s' (keep it simple, stupid!) principle.
I always thought that this song & message is such a perfect piece of art to demonstrate Venusian nature, but I will note that Beth's Uttarashadha Moon definitely intertwines in terms of the message this song communicates. Uttarashadha being the height of the Sun (a 'masculine' energy) is very on par with the experience of wanting to be feminine in masculine dominated fields/with traditionally masculine expectations upon you. We could see this as almost like a conflict of interest between Beth Gibbon's Purvashadha (Venusian, feminine, romantic, beautiful) Sun and her Uttarashadha (ambitious, masculine, stoic) Moon.
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You can often tell when a Venusian is behind a song or art piece because the vocal tone, writing style and or colour choice emanates this distinct attitude: sexy, raunchy, articulate... & often kinda bored or reflecting an unhappiness with the way the modern/current state of the world is. Especially in Purvashadha Nakshatra, there is often an intense idealisation of the past and 'old times', reflecting Venus Nakshatra patterns of longing for things they can't yet have and shaping their world view around that desire. This definitely speaks to the way Tropical Earth signs (especially Capricorn) are seen being drawn to old, vintage & prestigious relics of the past. This is in part due to Ketuvian Nakshatras residing within Tropical Earth signs, but it is also Venus Nakshatras' placement. Venusian elitism is possibly best observed in idealisation of the past- something so exclusive that nobody can actually go back to it & mainstream society often disregards it.
Venusians can exist in this state of boredom and embody this energy, this aura that almost reads 'impress me, peasant' lol. Feed me grapes & fine wine while I lay adorned in jewellery on a velvet chair- then we'll talk.
This is where Venusian Nakshatras classic pickiness, elitism & in some cases classism (and all the other isms lmao) comes in.
I once read that men can be attracted to women who look bored, disinterested or detached, because they take it as a challenge to be the one to impress her and light her up- very Venusian. It kinda explains (some) men's misguided efforts to impress women who are very clearly not interested. We see this in nature too- peacocks (and other birds), for example lol; the male peacock flamboyantly attempting to impress the female, and more often than not she is disinterested- female peacocks are a tough crowd man.
You can always spot Venusians by their expression & overall demeanour- they leave you feeling like 'I admire you, but I'm kinda scared of you and feel like you're judging me at the same time' lol. The irony lies in the fact that while yes, Venusians can be extremely critical of others, their 'judgy' expression often has more to do with the fact that they're always judging themselves. Harshly critiquing themselves like a piece of art. Venusians can find it veryy hard to feel they are 'good enough', the same way an artist never feels the painting is truly done.
Sophia Loren, Purvashadha Asc | Blake Lively, Purvaphalguni Moon | Donna Summer, Purvashadha Sun & Purvaphalguni Asc
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daddy Ted Danson, Purvashadha Sun | Audrey Hepburn, Bharani Sun | Johnny Depp, Purvashadha Moon
admittedly, Audrey & Johnny boi come across a little softer to me due to their other placements, but they still definitely have the look/energy. My Bharani mama was a master of this look, & I always thought she looked a little like Donna Summer.
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While Venus women embody this choosiness & unapproachability, Venus men can take on that role of wanting to be the ones to impress the woman they've set their sights on, 'wow' her.
However, that being said, Venusian men are also often very picky themselves. Venusian men and women alike are seldom impressed by aesthetic beauty alone and place a lot of importance on internal value. They often crave exoticism & uniqueness in women. Venus in our charts represents what we value & find beautiful. In a way there is more value in something or someone who is rare.
When Venusian men do find a girl they really like, they can be extremely persistent and there are a lot of cases where Venusian men will successfully initiate a relationship with a woman who wasn't initially interested by genuinely winning her over with his dedication, adoration & direct pursuit of her.
In terms of aesthetic appearance, Venusians (again, men & women) tend to have a preference for natural beauty in some way too. Femininity often refers to an energy of being flowing & receptive rather than performative or immensely exuberant. It's not uncommon to see Venus women forgoing 'performative' femininity and embracing raw female beauty. No makeup, allowing body hair to grow, messy hair, not being afraid to look 'beautifully dishevelled'- yet never necessarily unkempt. Imperfectly perfect, like a piece of art.
This is why Mars Nakshatras tend to be the women most prominent in the world of makeup and glamour. The curation and forceful manipulation of the body to look a certain way is 'masculine' in a sense. Like the way mankind manipulates & curates nature. Although there are two sides to this coin, as Venus Nakshatras can also grapple with the 'beauty is pain' idea and go to great, sometimes sadistic, masochistic lengths to achieve their ideal.
Venusians, but Bharani natives especially have a reputation for rarely smiling fully, always holding a mildly restrained expression (one of Bharani's translations literally being 'the Star of Restraint'. The Mona Lisa famously depicts this Bharani-esque expression; painted of course by Bharani Sun, Leonardo Da Vinci. It is often remarked that the painting itself isn't particularly outstanding in terms of beauty, but what makes it so charming is the mysterious aura emanated through means of the 'drab' yet earthy, sensual colour pallet & demure, vaguely amused expression. Others have remarked that the drab colour scheme brought special attention to the Mona Lisa's face, inviting us to engage with her.
Off the topic of Venusians; but Leonardo Da Vinci is also Shatabisha Moon conjunct Jupiter - Shatabisha natives, in true sidereal Aquarian fashion often receive praise for being 'ahead of their time' as Leo was indeed.
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๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ผ, ๐“Ÿ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท & ๐“Ÿ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ, ๐“•๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ซ๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“›๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ
Purvashadha is said to embody a state of wishing to return to the 'Garden of Eden', where we are one, we are divinely connected in pure bliss, beauty and pleasure. This further explains the Venusian life of oscillating between/existing with the realms of pain & pleasure.
Bharani experiences these themes through its association with 'delayed gratification' & later rewards. Bharani will work hard and go through a lot of pain to reap pleasures later on. Bharani being ruled by Lord Yama, the Vedic God of Death draws a connection between Bharani & facing your karma in your next incarnation.
Purvaphalguni experiences the conflict between pain & pleasure through the realisation that nothing can be 'perfect' and the frustration of knowing that some things are just out of their control. Purvaphalguni experiences the 'royal' quality of the Sun combined with the the sensuality of Venus- these people often take their happiness into their own hands, but run into struggles when they realise they can control themselves but they can't control other people's mistakes & external circumstances that may put a wrench in their ideals.
Purvashadha experiences the pain/pleasure theme through pining for something, shooting for the stars with some usually highly ambitious goal, and then realising all of the obstacles in the way of attaining that goal. However, Purvashadha translating to 'the invincible one' and also having the elephant tusk as a symbol (strong, unbreakable) shows how when Venusians persist in pursuit of their desires, they ultimately are successful and attain that Venusian dream life.
In my mind desire, is a result of the friction created between pain and pleasure. This is why forbidden love is so beautiful yet hurts so badly. Almost every Venusian I've ever met has some intense story of forbidden love- falling madly in love with a cartoon character that doesn't technically exist, falling in love with teachers, falling in love with someone who's dead, falling in love with someone who's an inappropriate choice due to their age, status, culture, professional role, etc.
Perhaps the most infamous story of forbidden love, is Romeo & Juliet. I had to check, & William Shakespeare is most likely (almost definitely considering the range of birth times proposed) a Bharani Sun native. (Side note that he looks kinda like Leonardo, lol)
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Amidst these intense themes of romance, tragedy and longing, Venusians are very good at playing a role in their life and showing up to that role, often very ambitiously. However within them is always this gnawing desire to just- be wild and free with their passions without the pretence, without the pressure. This can sometimes express through random outbursts of frustration.
The elitism of Venus can even be somewhat of a defense mechanism. in Venus Nakshatras there is such a deep desire to experience true intimacy and bliss with another human being; that to protect this very human vulnerability they will often design some sort of system to decide who is worthy & who isn't- eg. 'I will only befriend/associate with people who enjoy this type of music'. That way there is always guaranteed common ground & allyship between them and those whom they let in, somewhat protecting their heartspace. In this way, Venusians are 'warriors of the heart' in a sense.
This longing and desperation to be united and feel that oneness, but knowing it may not be possible is often the drive for the art of Venusians in some way or another. The pure angst, the passion.
A lot of Venusians I've observed can develop an almost nihilistic worldview, or can even seem very 'boring' or overly structured on the surface- but ironically, the reason they have this view & demeanour is because they are at their core so idealistic and full of passion that it hurts. It feels easier to just close off the heart-space all together and in some cases express their passion in a strange, or abstract (or in darker cases, violent) manner because society isn't built around beauty & pleasure as much as Venusians tend wish.
This aching to feel alive & dance between pain vs pleasure can be seen in Venusian Nakshatras' tendency to self harm or self sabotage. Venusians can do wild and even dangerous things just to feel ALIVE. To Venusians, pain is worth it if it means there could be a pleasurable outcome.
More on Venusian boredom: one of Purvashadha's symbols is a hand held fan, often a symbol of gracefulness and high society, sometimes used to convey boredom (think of the classic imagery of the beautiful women with unenthused expressions on their faces watching a riveting piano recital).
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๐“ฅ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“พ๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ~๐“น๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ญ~
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Venusians often look PAINED lol, the women too but especially the men. Venus men have this distinct look. A lot of the time they can be womanizers or at least pleasure seeking, but also kinda sad and troubled (more of Venus' pain/pleasure themes. In a lot of stories of Venus men, they may be womanisers in lifestyle yet always have 'that one woman' who they really can't get past and regard as their 'soulmate'.
Johnny Galecki , Bharani Sun & Purvashadha Moon - particularly in his famous role as Leonard Hofstadter in the Big Bang Theory. He pines after his love interest, Penny for yearsss, getting shot down but always persisting- eventually he 'won her over' and even got married. (Bharani's delayed gratification & Purvashadha's romantic ambition).
Johnny Depp (what's with these J names?? There's this meme that boys with 'J names' are trouble, I wonder if there's any cosmic connection with Venus Nakshatras lol) Purvashadha Moon - famous for his intense relationships with women (and substances), somewhat of a womaniser as well
Jim Morrison, Bharani Moon - stunning artist & musician of course, also a womanizer who often slept with women on the road, indulging in substances.
Charlie Sheen, Purvaphalguni Sun - in real life & in the show 'Two and a Half Men' where he quite literally plays himself, he is an infamous womaniser with a penchant for substances, partying and destructive forms of pleasure.
My partner was originally in this collage lmao because I kid you not his Purvashadha lookin self fits this collage perfectly (he's got the Jim Morrison beard and the whole shabang), but he wouldn't enjoy being on tumblr so eh.
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It's worth noting that a lot of Sun men who are considered attractive to women often have Venus ruled Nakshatras through their chart also. Sun influence without Venus can make men seem very dry and not very understanding of female emotions or psychology, therefore somewhat unpleasant for women to be around.
Bottom line is Venusians, love women! Venus men love women, Venus women love women.
Anyway, as always this was toooo long and like I earlier mentioned, this is the tip of the iceberg on what I could yap about in regards to Venus Nakshatras and their influence on their natives and our world in a general sense.
Thankyou for reading :) ๐Ÿฉท
ps. I'm very wary of talking about planets and the whole feminine/masculine thing because I really don't want to give the impression that there is a certain polarity that is more or less ideal for a gender. It's not as though if you're a woman with Mars or Sun Nakshatras you simply are not feminine, neither does it mean a woman necessarily should be traditionally feminine. be yourself lovely people โœŒ๏ธ
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vivian-pascal ยท 8 months ago
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I Don't Love You Anymore
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joel x f!reader
summary: Joel had been with you for a while, you both had a nice house in New York City, he'd seen the way you'd look at him and he just knew that if he stayed for too long, you'd never find your true love. He knows he's way too old for you and you need a younger man, much younger. So he does something that will tear both you and him apart. Forever.
warnings: angst, crying, pushing and shoving, mention of what reader wears, reader slams her fists and they bleed.
authors note: i've been feeling really down in the dumps lately. I just feel like my life is slowly spiraling downhill. so I thought i'd write some lovely angst to pour my heart and soul out too!
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Joel parks his truck on the driveway. Staying inside the car, thinking. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. He doesn't want to do this, god, he never ever thought he'd have to do this. Especially with you.
When you both met, you were in the airport and he had just gotten off his flight from Texas. He was heading to New York for a vacation. To get away from the suburbs and get into some classy skyscrapers.
You were walking with your phone in your hand and your headphones in. You didn't bother to look up and the next thing you know, you run into a person. Taking your headphones off, you look up to see a man.
He has salt and peppered hair, small gruff forming on his chin. You run your eyes down his entire body and instantly fall in love.
When he first saw you, he fell hard. Your small little body and the way you looked at him the day you met. He just couldn't stay away from you. He wanted to be with you every second, every hour, every day. He loved you with all his heart. You meant everything to him.
He reminisces on the days you two cuddled in bed together, laughing at each other's jokes. He chuckles to himself as he remembers you with whipped cream all over your face because he had dumped your head in cake since it was your birthday.
He turns the key in the ignition and opens the car door. Closing it, he rests his head on the window and breathes in one more time. He stands up and begins to walk to your door. He lifts his hand up and rests it on the door.
He knocks once. Patiently waiting for your sweet smile and that soft smell of your perfume. He sees the door open and there you are. His lovely girl. Standing there in a gorgeous flower dress, your hair is in a braid with little bows in the back. You smile up at him and he breathes in the smell of you for the last time.
He smiles shyly and you welcome him into your home. "Hey baby, what ya here for?" You twirl towards him and grab his hands. He pulls one back and rubs the back of his neck.
"Uh darlin', we need to talk." His face instantly twists as the small hint of fear crosses your face. "Oh." You gulp deeply as you let go of his hand. "Okay."
He walks into the living room and sits down on the lounge chair as you sit across from him on the couch. You look down at the floor and play with your hands. Waiting for him to say something.
He clears his throat and begins to speak. "I'm leaving. Tonight." Your face shoots up as your eyes instantly water. "What? When? What time? Why didn't you tell me earlier Joel? Where are you going?" His eyes become teary as he sees your panicked state. He never wanted to do this. Why is he doing this?
He closes his eyes and tries to blink away the tears. "I'm uh, heading back to Texas." You stand up and your eyes go back and forth between his face. "Joel what!? Why? I-I thought you liked it here. We have a house and-" He shushes you as he stands up and grabs your hands.
He stares down at your blood shot eyes looking into his. You look up at him mouth agape. "Are you breaking up with me?" It physically hurts him to hear the words. He closes his eyes and looks down. You remove your hands from his and look at him angrily.
"Is this what this is Joel? Your plan on breaking up with me!" He opens his eyes and sees your angry, teary, messy face. Your mascara running down your face and smudging the collar of your dress.
"Now, darlin', I-" "Don't you fucking call me that Joel." You scream at him and his face goes pale. He's never heard you yell like that before. It's like a dagger piercing through his heart over and over again.
You walk up to him and point your finger at his chest. "So all those memories we made meant nothing to you? Am I nothing to you Joel." He shakes his head and tries to back away. "No, you mean everythin to me. I don't know what I'd do if I never met you." You stand up straight and begin to chuckle.
"So if you loved me that much than why the fuck are you leaving me!" You push him and he hits the wall. Hard. Tears start falling from his eyes as he sees his girl a mess. You both just look at each other as you both cry.
He removes himself from the wall and slowly starts to walk towards you. "Don't you dare take another fucking move Joel. I swear to god." He stops in his tracks and stands a few feet away. "You don't deserve me. M'too old f'ya and I can barely do nothin'. M'not as excitin as I used to be when I was younger. You deserve someone who can take care of ya and be there f'ya when you get older." His southern drawl coming out stronger than ever as he cries.
You stare at him in distraught as he rubs his stray tears away. "Don't deserve you? Joel we've been together for two fucking years. If I didn't 'deserve' you, I would've left already." You walk towards him and grab his hands. You looks you in the eyes and shakes his head. He removes his hands and begins to walk to the door.
"Joel, where are you going? You can't just leave!" You run after him and grab onto his shirt. More tears fall from his face as he sees your tiny body trying to get him back. He opens the door and stops to look at you. "I'm sorry." He shuts the door but you immediately open it.
"Joel come back!" You run in the rain. Following him to his truck as he gets in it. You bang on the window as he backs off the driveway and leaves. You fall to your knees and scream and cry until your heart can't take it anymore. Soaking in the blankness of which was once full. You slam your fists onto the pavement of the driveway.
You pick them up to see that they're bleeding but you don't care. Nothing in your mind is making sense. 'Why'd he leave?.' 'Did he even love me?' 'Was this all a lie?'
You scream into the air and cry out. As Joel leaves, he can hear your horrid cries and bangs his hand on the window. Tears fall from his face as he sees your small body becoming a tiny speck. Nothing seems to matter anymore for him, or for you, because it seems as tho he never loved you.
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itsmarsss ยท 7 months ago
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Scandalous (Blitzรธ x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 3 - The Imp
How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)
He's not just a bitch! He's a bitch with a backstory.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus
Word Count: 3,140
Warnings: a lot of trauma related stuff, a lot of self-deprecating thoughts, some things are canon-compliant and some are my own, i think that's it, also hey look it's the reason blitzรธ wanted to sneak into ozzie's so bad!
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Blitzรธ has been called many different things throughout his life.ย 
Most of those things have been insults but, hey, whoโ€™s keeping track?ย 
From an entitled prick to a selfish asshole to shit-for-brains to imp scum toโ€ฆ well, you get the gist of it. You name it, heโ€™s been called it. And he was perfectly fine with being all of those things.
Heโ€™d decided very early on that he would own any titles he was given if it meant he had any sort of control over how they affected him.ย 
And it worked. If he was going to be called useless, or selfish, or a low-level regardless of what he did, he was just going to let himself become all of those things. If no one expects anything good to come from him anyway, why should he even care to try? This wouldnโ€™t help stop them saying all those awful things he hated to hear about himself, but at the very least heโ€™d be at peace knowing he wasnโ€™t spending his entire life humiliating himself for the off-chance that someone would see him the way he wanted them to.
That way, heโ€™d always have the upper hand.
Growing up in the circus, Blitzรธ learned at a very young age that he was no more than a collateral to his father. โ€˜Uselessโ€™ at being sufficiently entertaining, as he always heard he was, Blitzรธ understood entirely too well that he was only kept around for the simplest of all things he was: unpaid labor and an obligation.
At times, in his teenage years, heโ€™d start to wonder if he would ever have been kept around at all if it werenโ€™t for his mother.ย ย 
And sometimes, well into adulthood already, Blitzรธ would find himself hurting people. Really hurting people. Sometimes even on purpose, without ever fully understanding why he did what he did. Most of the time he would try and ignore it, or pretend not to care, try to convince himself it was for the best that he kept his distance from people.ย 
But, at certain times, thoughts of his mother would consume him. Would she be proud of who he had become?ย 
He hardly thought so.ย 
There were times when he would even find himself wondering who he could have grown up to be had she stayed around for longer. Would he be nice? Kind? Caring?
Would he be loved?
But she wasnโ€™t around, and that was his fault, he kept reminding himself. And that wasnโ€™t fucking fair.ย 
His mother was always kinder than his father ever was. She was sweet and caring and always made sure to check on him. The moments they spent together were always his favorite as a kid.ย 
When she was with him, it almost felt like nothing else mattered, as if her presence could shield him from anything- he always blindly believed her when she told him time and time again that everything would be okay. It was a nice feeling.ย 
She was always full of life, always the soul of every room she entered, always cheering Blitzรธ back up when he was down. She was always pure light.
Except when his father was around.ย 
Blitzรธ loathed the way her demeanor changed around him, how she minimized herself to be next to him. When he was young, heโ€™d always toyed in his mind with the idea of her being two different people who shared the same body: there was his mother, and there was his fatherโ€™s wife.ย 
His mother was kind, compassionate, caring, free. His fatherโ€™s wife was cold, quiet, dull.ย ย 
Fizzarolli entered his life really early on.ย 
At merely seven years old, he was taken into the circus after losing his parents in a freak accident, and Blitzรธ remembers the day they met clear as day.
Fizz was small. At the young age of eight years old, Blitzรธ vividly remembers his mind conjuring the term โ€˜fragileโ€™ to describe him.ย 
Scared and vulnerable, Fizzarolli was an emotional creature, only a kid, after all. And that demanded care. At first, Blitzรธ really didnโ€™t enjoy having to share his mother as a caregiver in the slightest. He was also only a kid, after all.
As time passed, though, he grew to quite like Fizzโ€™s presence. Heโ€™d never really been much too surrounded by other kids, as itโ€™d always been only him and his parents, and now he had a best friend! Someone to talk to and play with all the time, and who was as eager for a friend as he was himself.ย 
A couple years later, at ten years old, Blitzรธ received news from his parents: he was going to be a big brother. His father didnโ€™t seem to express too many feelings about that- he never really expressed much other than disdain when it came to him, for the matter, but his mom seemed excited.ย 
Blitzรธ wasnโ€™t exactly sure how to feel about it. Sure, he got used to sharing his life with Fizz, but that was enough, wasnโ€™t it? Things were good as they were, why mess it up with another kid?
When Barbie was born, Blitzรธ made it his personal goal to express just how much he disliked the idea of having a sibling- but that only lasted a few weeks. A few weeks of being rude and purposefully stubborn were enough for him to notice how hurt his mother was that he was acting that way, especially when she was already clearly overwhelmed with taking care of the baby along with himself and Fizzarolli.ย 
Being the reason for his motherโ€™s tears was the thing he hated the most in the whole wide world.
And so he stopped. It took him many months for his feelings about his sister to really change, but he decided he wouldnโ€™t be so mean about it anymore, for his momโ€™s sake. And, with time, he grew used to his sister too. Sure, she was annoying and extremely clingy, as all babies and younger siblings are, and yes, heโ€™d still act annoyed at her, but he started to not mind it as much.
He started to care.
At ten years old, too, on a random day, something rather unusual happened: his father came looking for him after a show, prompting him to stand up from the floor where heโ€™d been playing with Fizz and their balloon horses, because heโ€™d beenโ€ฆ sold?
Yeah, thatโ€™s right. His dad told him, normal as ever, that apparently one of the Goetia princes had seen their part of the show earlier, and his father wanted to, quite literally, purchase Blitzรธ for the rest of the day.ย 
โ€œEw. Why?โ€
โ€œBecause money!โ€ That always seemed to answer plenty when it came to Good Old Cash.
He was dragged to the Goetia palace with a purpose: to steal everything he could. That didnโ€™t feel right nor did it feel safe. After all, who knew what sort of bad things could happen to him if he got caught stealing from royalty? He was young, but he knew they werenโ€™t demons you wanted to mess with.ย 
He was scared.ย 
But they needed the money, and his dad had pulled the card that could get him to do basically anything he was asked to: โ€˜donโ€™t you want to help your mother?โ€™
Of course heโ€™d do anything to help mama.ย 
Getting back home, he felt bad. Because the prince had been kind to him the entire time. Because the prince was naive, clearly not even having considered the possibility of Blitzรธ having been there to do what he did. Because everything his dad had told him about the big bad royals seemed to fall flat with Stolas.ย 
Getting back home, he still struggled to understand why he had been the one chosen to go, and not Fizz, when Fizz was clearly a betterโ€ฆ well, everythingโ€ฆ than he was.ย 
It was all too confusing, growing up with Fizz. As much as he loved him, there would always be a part of him that felt jealous, insecure around him. Because, to him, it seemed his best friend was everything he wanted to be and everything he wanted to be seen as. A better entertainer, a better friend, a better kid to his parents. Everything Blitzรธ could never live up to.
But, as he grew older, he came more and more to the realization that it wasnโ€™t Fizzโ€™s fault. It was all his parents. Or, rather, it was mostly his father. He was the one who put the two against each other, when, time and time again, they showed they only wished to work together, to be kids, to be friendsโ€ฆ or more, maybe?
On the day of Fizarolliโ€™s 17th birthday, Blitzรธ had been set on confessing the feelings heโ€™d come to nurture towards the boy. Never used to this sort of thing, the only person heโ€™d told about it was his mom, who had smiled oh-so-sweetly at him and hugged him as he let out tears, assuring him that it was okay for him to feel that way, even if it was scary. Heโ€™d prepared a badly rehearsed but well-meaning speech, written something for him in a birthday card, and even gone as far as stealing a rose from someoneโ€™s backyard to give him too.
Fizzarolli would have never even dreamed heโ€™d have ever done all that for him, because he didnโ€™t give him the card, and he didnโ€™t give him the rose, and he didnโ€™t tell him how he felt. Because there Fizz stood, laughing with his friends- friends! Friends who looked better and acted cooler and who were so, so much more interesting than Blitzรธ could ever be. He wasnโ€™t a kid anymore, but he was still young. He still let his jealousy get the best of him, still let the frustration of feeling pathetic for even considering the chance that his best friend could feel the same way he did consume him.
But, as angry, as frustrated, as sad as he was, he never meant for it all to happen.
The fire changed everything.
His mother was gone because of him. His best friend almost died because of him. Barbie only went unharmed in sheer, dumb luck. Everyoneโ€™s lives were ruined, and it was all his fault.ย 
And so he decided heโ€™d be better off far away. Not forever. Not for long. But, for now, everyone was sure to be better off without him near. Heโ€™d caused enough destruction already and heโ€™d forever have the scars to remind him.
So he left. Simple as day, he told a crying, barely eight-year-old Barbie heโ€™d be back soon and left a note for his father to find and give Fizz when he recovered.ย 
Not forever. Not for long.ย 
The next time he saw his sister again was nine years later. And he tried. He so desperately tried to be present again. But Barbie didnโ€™t seem to think it was fair of him to go no-contact for so many years. Yes, their father sucked- but leaving meant he left her to grow up alone with him. She lost a mother too. He wished things were different, but couldnโ€™t blame her.
Two years later, at nineteen years old, was the first time Barbie had to be checked into rehab. Blitzรธ went there to visit every week, of course, but she never let him in.ย 
Just like Fizz, no matter how many times he tried, she simply didnโ€™t want to see him.
After the fire happened, Blitzรธ decided he wouldnโ€™t work as a clown ever again, cutting short his own big, flashy dreams.
ย But that was the only thing he ever learned to do, and that made things difficult. For years on end, he had to jump from one job to another, trying to find anything he could to make a living for himself.ย 
He was never all that eager to admit to this part of his past, but there were times during which heโ€™d slept on the streets or forced himself onto one one-night stand after the other just to have a place to crash. At some point, he found himself gambling the little money he got from working here and there.ย 
Thatโ€™s how he met Verosika Mayday, anyway. At a cheap, dark, dirty club in Lust, as he tried to drink his sorrows away and let his luck decide whether heโ€™d be able to pay for his stay at some gross little inn room down in Greed for the night or not, and she tried to kickstart her singing career, standing on the poor-lit makeshift stage with her electric-pink electric guitar and singing something barely anyone was paying any attention to.
A few years later came Loona. And Loona was love at first sight. At first, he wasnโ€™t looking for a hellhound like her to adopt. He wanted a pet.ย 
But she looked so scared and angry, and so, so much like himself. She was about to be thrown out of the system into the streets to fend for herself at only eighteen. He knew what that was like entirely all too well, and he knew it wasnโ€™t pretty. He wasnโ€™t exactly the most sensitive person ever, but if only he could be something like a family to her, if only he could help her in any way so she didn't have to be all aloneโ€ฆ
He adopted her immediately.ย 
It was a crazy idea, for many, very obvious reasons. First off, heโ€™d just started making enough to make rent for a one-bedroom apartment in a shitty side of imp city. Second off, even though he was doing slightly better, he still barely made enough to feed himself alone. Third off, he had no fucking clue how to be a parent. Much less how to parent a teenager.ย 
But he made it work. He promised himself heโ€™d make it work. He worked everywhere he could find, doing anything he possibly could (and, in hell, that meant anything), at any crazy hour, to make enough to support Loona. He bought books about parenting that he couldn't really read much of because most of them were targeted to soon-to-be parents ofโ€ฆ well, babies, and included nonsense, fancy-pants words he didnโ€™t have the patience to try and understand, but he tried his best to be a good parent to her.ย 
He never forced her to call him dad or anything of the sort, because he could understand how that was probably hard. He still couldnโ€™t stop himself from shedding a few emotional tears when she did, even if most times were slip-ups.ย 
About a year or so later, he was set on a goal: he wanted to make a living for himself. Really make a living. Blitzรธ was tired of putting himself through every single job he could find just to barely make enough for him and Loona.
Well, itโ€™s not exactly like heโ€™d be the winner in a competition for the best morals in hell.
He started stealing. What? This was hell!ย 
The lifestyle went surprisingly well for him. He wasnโ€™t making bank, but it beat working like 24 hours a day to barely survive. As time went on, though, he started getting more and more confident. Stealing more, from wealthier, more influential people, pushing himself to do better each time things went well for him, having fun with letting things get more violent and subsequently bringing attention to himself.ย 
He was bound to steal too close to the sun someday. After a particularlyโ€ฆ well, greedy robbery down by the Greed ring, things went south quickly, resulting in his arrest.ย 
Jail sucked, but honestly, heโ€™d had worse. And, hey, his cellmate was sufficiently cool.ย 
Moxxie wouldnโ€™t tell him much about his past or how he ended up there, but that wasnโ€™t to worry when he didnโ€™t particularly want to do the same either. What mattered was he had a plan to escape and a plan for after that and Moxxie could be of assistance.ย 
Escaping wasnโ€™t easy, and the two of them didnโ€™t leave exactly unharmed, but it was successful.ย 
The grand plan for after that was to start a company that specified in hired assassinations. Moxxie wasnโ€™t perfectly happy with the idea, but damn was he good with a gun.ย 
But two not-even-that-much-experienced assassins didnโ€™t really make a company, did they?
After a lot of convincing, even though they didnโ€™t even keep in contact quite as much as they used to anymore, he somehow got y/n, a succubus heโ€™d become friends with about a year before, to agree to work with them.ย 
Okay, threeโ€™s a crowd.ย 
Millie joined in not long after.ย 
Fourโ€™s a party. Or, well, an assassination company.
They worked phenomenally well all together as a team- even Loona was brought into the business, though Blitzรธ never really let her participate in the killing. Business went okayโ€ฆ until it didnโ€™t. Things didnโ€™t work as well in reality as they did in their minds- not for very long, at least.ย 
And so Blitzรธ had to bring back into light the same dumb, far-fetched idea heโ€™d had a year earlier.
โ€œWhat if we could kill humans?โ€ He blurted out during a meeting in which the point of discussion was how to increase business.
You made a face at him. โ€œWhat the fuck are you talking about?โ€ย 
โ€œI mean it. Like, imagine how many of these sinners are walking around here just double-dying to have someone that they hate up there dead too. Weโ€™d have clients like forever!โ€
โ€œIf that were possible, Blitzรธ.,โ€ Millie chimed in.
โ€œIt is possible.โ€
โ€œBoss, no offense, but did you hit your head again?โ€ Moxxie questioned, understandably confused.
โ€œY/n knows what I'm talking about!โ€
โ€œWhat? No I don't.โ€
โ€œYeah you do. Your best friend Ozzie-boy has something that could let us do that.โ€
โ€œAre you- wait.โ€ Thereโ€™s no fucking way. โ€œWhen we met- were you- were you trying to steal an asmodean crystal?โ€
โ€œI was not not trying to steal an asmodean crystal.โ€
โ€œUh, what is an asmodean crystal?โ€ Loona asked, and you were surprised sheโ€™d even been paying attention.
You sighed. โ€œAsmodeus has these enchanted crystals that can be used to create portals to the living world. We- uh- we get to use them at times. When necessary.โ€
โ€œSee? Itโ€™s perfect! Heโ€™d totally give you one.โ€
โ€œNot for this. I think you forgot Fizzarolli hates your guts. Ozzieโ€™s not gonna give me a crystal so I can help you with something. Really what the fuck did you even do to this guy?โ€
Blitzรธ ignored your last question completely. โ€œHe let you work with me,โ€ he commented, matter-of-factly.
โ€œHeโ€™s not my owner, asshole. But no. Itโ€™s not happening.โ€
Well, he'd really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, butโ€ฆ he did know someone else who had a little something that could grant access to the living world.
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A/N: I bet with so much complaining yall werent expecting this to actually come out huh expect the unexpected
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bearw-me ยท 10 months ago
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I loved you Drinking buddy with Husk work, can we get one for Alastor since it was revealed that he also was a drinker in episode 5.
Thank you
๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ/ ๐€๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ!
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๐’ includes : gender neutral reader ๐’ cw : drinking/alcohol, fluffs, drunk rambling ๐’ summary : platonic once again! nor would i be offended if you see a glimpse of romance lol ๐’ note : trying to stick as close to canon alastor as i may possibly get (did yall know alastor is a whiskey drinker too?)
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"a classy drunk"
likes to drink in lowkey settings, and not often in front of other people (think tea party but in this scenario the teacups have whiskey)
Alastor doesn't drink often but likes his hard liquor. . . i.e he is a whiskey man
if you can make Alastor laugh and feel just as light as the whiskey does. . . your definitely his one and only drinking buddy
Doesn't like sweet drinks at all
in fact i'd be willing to bet that he loves the way whiskey burns his palate and throat
he'd never talk down about what you prefer though, however strong or tasty you 'promise' it is
"Well, to each their own!"
Alastor would never usually let you pay to have a good time with him--like you literally never pay for your drinks unless you absolutely insisted
On that note, although he'd order Husk to get you drinks. . . he'd rather not involve the grumpy cat into his delightful night and do it himself!
Alastor never drinks until blackout. the most you'd see from him is a hellish buzz and a reddish burn to his already red face
Although you are Alastor's designated drinking buddy, he does consider you a friend outside of these circumstances
Loves to listen to his old vinyl's and record player while the two of you chat through the night (he's not a day drinker either)
"Good music and better conversations"
(Always goes on an on about how the sound of the record player and the voices that spin from the needle have soul and wonderful grit to it, compared to whatever you were going to play on that damned phone of yours. . . toss it before he does)
he likes to hum, not really noticing he is until you make it obvious by staring. maybe after he'd try to cover it up by asking you to dance with him
(while dancing) he'd like the spinning, so hopefully the two of you will be able to stay upright for a few more minutes to keep the fun up
I feel like you'd never see Alastor make a fool of himself, even with a few drinks in him, but
he'd love how hilarious you are "my drunkard friend!" he'd rather spend hours with you laughing then talking all serious (what's the point of drinking then?)
if you ever got blackout drunk (or far too gone) Alastor gets upset
he wanted to talk more and now your all limp and groaning from nausea
does take the utmost care of you though, you'll always wake up somewhere safe, either in your room or in Alastor's w/ plenty of medicine and water
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novy2sirius ยท 3 months ago
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astro notes volume nine
เผŠเฟ geminiโ€™s often get hated on because a lot of people hate themselves but donโ€™t realize it. geminiโ€™s are mirrors. they try to relate to you as much as possible. this is also why theyโ€™re so charming. they match peopleโ€™s vibes. long term though people tend to dislike them since they donโ€™t wanna meet themselves/be around people like them. this isnโ€™t always the case of course. when low vibrational there is definitely geminiโ€™s that are fake since the sign is associated with gossip. there is times when they will be nice to your face and then talk bad about you behind your back. however, high vibrational ones put their energy toward their interests and donโ€™t gossip, but instead have better communication skills and are direct with people
เผŠเฟ aquariusโ€™ are probably the most misunderstood sign. every one iโ€™ve met has just had a chaotic upbringing and because of this they have lots of chaos going on their mind sometimes. they donโ€™t always know how to express themselves perfectly as theyโ€™re the opposite sign of leo, so they can come off as cold and insensitive. iโ€™ve actually found often times they donโ€™t even truly know when theyโ€™re being insensitive though until theyโ€™ve been called out by someone and then (if theyโ€™re evolved) they do try and correct this if they know theyโ€™ve hurt someone, so in other words itโ€™s not that they donโ€™t care about you, itโ€™s that they can be quite literally unaware due to their upbringing and them being raised in a โ€œcoldโ€ household. i would say especially aquarius moons though
เผŠเฟ moon square mars can indicate what your soul truly wants to do in life doesnโ€™t always align with your actions and it may take some time for you to make changes in your life or change who you are as a person. for these people change is harder than it is for others since the moon is associated with comfortability, squares create obstacles, and mars is where we take action they want to stay in their comfort zone and can lack motivation at times depending on where they happen to be at in life. people with this aspect should force themselves to do things they donโ€™t want to in order to try and work through this square
เผŠเฟ venus and the ascendant are great placements to check for fashion, but if you want more info about fashion you can also check the house of your neptune as it is the higher octave of venus. the sign in neptune doesnโ€™t change often, so it wonโ€™t be telling, but the house can be helpful! for example, neptune in the 10h could indicate looking better in classy clothes, professional clothes, brown clothes, or darker colored clothing
เผŠเฟ jupiter is the planet of ease, so yes it can show things that come to us with ease, but it can also show areas where weโ€™re lazy because jupiter discusses the areas we havenโ€™t had to ever work for. for example, jupiter in the 5h could indicate being too lazy to have any hobbies that are productive and just enjoying watching netflix, jupiter in the 4h could indicate being too lazy to leave the house and just being a huge homebody, etc
เผŠเฟ your 4th house ruler can tell the type of things that you inherit from your family members. this doesnโ€™t just include hereditary things, but also things we have in common with our family that weโ€™ve learnt as children and taken into adulthood. for example, often those with their 4th house ruler in the 7th house act a lot like their parents do in their own relationships once they start dating or genetically it could mean having similar beauty to one of your parents (usually the mother)
เผŠเฟ your 8th house profection year is at 19 years old which is why we hear most people say that 19 is a really hard age. itโ€™s a very transformational time in your life for multiple reasons. 19 is also the number of negative karma in numerology, so it will especially be a struggle if youโ€™ve got a lot of unresolved karma that youโ€™re carrying with you. it can be even worse if youโ€™re a gemini or cancer ascendant because it will also be a saturn year for you on top of it being an 8h year. for profection charts everyone will have the same house years, but not planets in each year
เผŠเฟ the part of fortune can show what type of luck we attract at our worst moments (when we need it most). this is different than jupiter representing ways in our life we get lucky in general. for example, an aries part of fortune can indicate getting what you want by being direct/assertive with people or getting really lucky during super dangerous moments when youโ€™ve couldโ€™ve literally died. i know someone with their part of fortune in the 10th house who didnโ€™t go to college and basically lounged around at 18-19 doing nothing with their life, but then at 20 created an online business and got really lucky because it happened to blow up on tiktok. they were at the worst point in their life before their company blew up though, so as you can see part of fortune is more about major lucky events that happen right after youโ€™re at a low point in life
โ€” ยฉ novy2sirius donโ€™t copy my work !
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roguerogerss ยท 1 year ago
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snow lands on top
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pairing: coriolanus snow x covey reader
w/c: 3.2k
warnings: just fluff! a few sexual comments but nothing more, mentions of family deaths, reader is just a poor lil soul
(merry christmas my angels! if youโ€™re having a hard time, i feel you! hereโ€™s some soft coryo lovin to help you through it. the holidays r a hard time for so so many people, and my inbox will always be open to anyone who needs someone whoโ€™ll understand <3 luv you the most, weโ€™ll get through it all)
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Christmas Eve. The soft patter of snowfall, the breeze from your half open window, the bustle of the Corso below. You'd been listening to the Christmas shoppers - stressed or unbothered - the kids playing in the snow, mothers and fathers dragging their children to holiday themed events. Laying around in bed all day in old silk had become your go-to on the run-up to Christmas.
Youโ€™d come to hate snowfall. It meant the sounds of merry families, playing outside together. It meant mourning for when you could do that, it meant resenting others, something that the Covey would never want for you.
Christmas was bittersweet. It had been for years, now. No gifts under your small, sad Christmas tree, no family gathering, no over-the-top dinner event, sometimes no dinner at all. You lived alone, in your little apartment which you could hardly afford, and had no family left since the war.
You remembered the good times, of course, that was the 'sweet' in all of the bitter. Remembering your mother's baking and the smell of sugar cookies and Christmas cake. The lavish real evergreen tree that made the ridiculously high ceilings of your apartment look low. The gifts, the dinner, curling up with a mug of hot milk on the plush sofa. You even thought of your Christmases back in District twelve. Never too fancy, never too many gifts, but a family, the Covey, music, a home.
Life after the war had been cruel to you. What once was a young girl, with a family wealthy enough to move her to the Capitol, had become a young woman with no one to turn to, and not a penny to her name. You didn't have the luxury of pretending like everything was fine, like you had your family's riches to fall back on. Everyone at the Academy had found out when you'd had to ask for a scholarship loan to pay for your tuition, one which you'd never be able to pay back.
That was something you'd always envied of a particular classmate of yours. Coriolanus Snow. Crassus Snow's baby boy. You knew he must've been penniless, as poor as a church mouse. But maybe you only knew that because your own circumstances were much the same. Coriolanus was smart about it, always looking classy from an outside perspective, never asking for money, never acting hungry. But, when looked into closer, you could easily see cracks.
His shoes were the same ones he'd had since first year at the Academy, and they must've been achingly too small for him. He'd eat only small amounts at school and pretend he was full up, but you'd seen him once, with no shirt on, and his ribs stuck out like a sore thumb. Wherever there was an academic prize that involved money, he was always trying his hardest to win, pulling out every stop, but if there was no monetary prize, he'd only do half as much.
You saw right through his act, always had, but instead of exposing him to everyone else out of jealousy, you'd helped him out whenever you could. Us poor orphans have to stick together, right?
You'd share food, give eachother your spare trolley tokens so you wouldn't have to walk the hour back to the Corso, discuss strategy over how to win said academic prizes, and split them with eachother when you did.
You'd become close friends, over the years, even although it was kept strictly as a secret from all of your other classmates. And so, when you heard a familiar voice floating in through your window, you smiled to yourself.
"Y/N?" You could only faintly hear him calling from the street, but you started up from your bed and yanked the window open fully so that you could hang out of it.
There he was, Coriolanus Snow, in all of his glory. Blonde curls full of white snowflakes, wrapped in what seemed to be a ratty fur coat, chittering away. You laughed when you saw him. "Coryo, what are you doing out? You'll freeze to death!"
"Wanted to come and make sure you were okay." He called back, and then looked around warily, almost as though he was checking the coast was clear before asking, "Can I come up?"
You nodded, "I'll buzz you in." And then you swiftly closed the window. Goosebumps had raised on your arms and chest and you'd be paying for the next year if you had to put the furnace on.
You crossed to your bedroom door, made your way down the hall, and pressed the buzzer, which always made the most abhorrent sound when it let whoever was outside, in.
You waited by the door, and soon enough, Coryo was coming bounding up the stairs, fur coat now in his hand, nose and cheeks bright red. You let him in and laughed as you took his coat from him and hung it up. "It's Tigris'. I don't have anything warm enough, but it's the rattiest old thing I've ever seen."
"It's quite something." You turned back to see him shivering, arms folded around his body to try to warm himself. "Oh, you poor lamb."
Your Covey accent had never faded. The Capitol had always looked down upon you for it, but Coryo blushed every time you spoke. "I'm fine, I'll be fine."
"But it's freezing in here, too. Come here." You opened the small cupboard in the hallway, which held a few random seasonal items, and pulled out two, old blankets. You smiled at Coriolanus as you draped one around his shoulders, and he smiled back, close enough to you that his breath was hitting your cheek.
"Thank you, honey." Coriolanus' eyes scanned your apartment, peering through the living room door and then your bedroom door, and he frowned when he saw just one Christmas decoration - your tiny little tree. His family was poor, but Tigris was creative, and they still managed to uphold some joy in the form of tinsel and stockings at Christmas time.
"What?" Your face dropped and you looked worried, placing a tender hand on Coryo's blanket-clad shoulder. "You look so sad."
"You just..." Coryo's voice trailed off, unsure of how to say what he meant without hurting, or offending you. "I mean, you don't have too much, do you?"
"Well, I thought you knew that." A crease had appeared between your brows and you sounded upset with him, dropping your hand from where it had previously sat. Coryo corrected himself quickly, shaking his head at you.
"No, I'm sorry, that came out wrong." He racked his brain for something to say that would make you feel better. The look on your face made his chest sting. "I don't know, would you want to spend Christmas with us?"
You cocked your head to the side, looking at him as though he was going insane. Maybe he was, he wasn't even sure what he was saying. He closed his eyes and ran and hand over his face, which brightened you up a bit. You laughed, and he laughed, and he felt his shoulders relax. Why was he so nervous? He never got nervous, not like this, anyway.
"We don't have much either, but it'd mean you weren't alone. I know how you feel, especially at this time of year." Coryo noticed the slight tinge of pink that had dawned your cheeks, and, on a whim, he reached out and, with two freezing fingers, tilted your head back so that you were looking at him. "You could come to our house, Tigris makes bread pudding, and we managed to get some beef mince this year, too. Maybe you could even sleep over tonight, and we could wake up together-"
"Coryo, you're rambling." You stopped him, you knew he could go on for hours, and, although the offer was tempting, and you enjoyed the idea of spending even more time around Coryo, you planned on turning him down. "Thank you. That sounds lovely, but I'd never want to intrude. No, the Covey wrote me to let me know they've installed a telephone in the town hall, I can call them for a couple minutes tomorrow, lift my spirits. I'll be fine."
You waved him off, and pulled your mother's old silk robe tighter around your body. You started towards the living room door, expecting Coryo to follow, maybe you'd sit together on the flaky sofa and talk for a few hours, but he didn't let you get far. He snatched your hand from your side, and when you turned to look at him, his blue eyes were filled with concern.
"Call them from our house." He wasn't going to let you off without a yes. "Please. I can't leave you alone, that's not fair. Plus, I've always wanted to meet them, haven't I?"
You took a breath and adjusted your hand in his. It felt nice, to have him be so affectionate. You could admit you were closer than most friends, the line between friendship and love always slightly blurred and maybe crossed over on more than one occasion, but it always felt good to have him near.
After careful consideration, and a few reassuring rubs at the back of your hand from Coryo, you finally gave in. "Are you sure? I don't mean to be a pain-"
"You're not. You could never be." He stepped closer and took your other hand, close enough to you that, if he leaned forward, your foreheads would be touching. "Honest, Tigris will be happy to have someone other than Grandma'am."
"And what about Grandma'am? I'm District, I don't think she'll like that-"
"She respects your family. It's not the right way, I know, but there are very few district people she doesn't mind. She knew your parents, always says they were very respectable people." A grimace crossed Coryoโ€™s face, talking about his Grandmaโ€™amโ€™s views in front of you. Heโ€™d agreed with her for most of his life, but that was until he met you, and that Covey accent finally made snow melt and changed his mind.
"Really?" Your face had lit up. The idea of anyone from the Capitol accepting you, no, respecting you, was something youโ€™d only ever dreamt of.
"Really." Coryo smiled, now, and then he joked, โ€œWhat an honour, huh? To have Grandma'am like you."
"An honour, indeed." You laughed. You let go of one of his hands, but kept hold of the other. You started to drag him with you towards your bedroom, but Coryo stayed put, confused. Heโ€™d never been inside your bedroom, he assumed it was off limits. You laughed at him, โ€œIโ€™m not trying to get you into bed, darlinโ€™, if I was youโ€™d know about it.โ€
His face turned a deep shade of red and you approached him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. โ€œCoryo, Iโ€™m messinโ€™. Iโ€™m just going to pack a bag, you can come if you like, but if Iโ€™m making you uncomfortable youโ€™re welcome to sit in the living room.โ€
โ€œNo. Oh, no. Youโ€™re not making me uncomfortable.โ€ Coryo let you lead him to your bedroom, now, and he looked around the almost bare room as though it was a place of worship. There was hardly anything in there, a mattress on the floor, a small, oil lamp positioned next to it. A couple of books, a wardrobe which held your school uniform and your motherโ€™s old performance dresses, which you wore every day you could. He was just happy to be somewhere so intimate, somewhere you allowed only the closest people in your life. โ€œSorry.โ€
You got that cheeky look on your face, now. The one that Coryo loved so much. โ€œItโ€™s okay. I know youโ€™re a virgin, anyway-โ€
โ€œHey!โ€ He smacked you with the blanket and you giggled and smacked him back. โ€œThatโ€™s none of your business.โ€
โ€œOh, but itโ€™s obvious.โ€
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The walk to Coriolanusโ€™ apartment wasnโ€™t long, but it felt different. Youโ€™d never made it obvious that you were close, before, but you walked together, through the snow, chatting away like youโ€™d been best friends for years - which was the case, and now people knew. Even when you passed classmates or their families, youโ€™d both smile and wave, and it felt good to know that people would know.
โ€œAre you excited to meet Grandmaโ€™am?โ€ Coryo joked. Your cheeks balled when you laughed and gripped onto his hand in an overdramatic way. Coryo thought his heart mightโ€™ve burst.
You bounded forward, still holding his hand, and walked backwards in front of him. โ€œOh, the most excited. Iโ€™m sure sheโ€™s got great gossip.โ€
โ€œOnly the best. Did you know she had a fling with the Presidentโ€™s brother when they were in school?โ€ Coryo whispered dramatically, and you gave him an equally as theatrical gasp.
โ€œI hope sheโ€™ll tell me all about it.โ€
You arrived at the apartment cold but happy, noses bright red but laughing. Fingers freezing but locked together. You felt pure joy for the first time in a long time, and Coryo decided he could get used to this.
When Tigris opened the door, you knew this was the right decision. Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands together excitedly as soon as she saw you. She didnโ€™t even bother to greet Coriolanus, just started straight for you, โ€œOh my! Itโ€™s so lovely to see you. Please tell me youโ€™re staying for Christmas!โ€
โ€œI sure am. Coryo managed to convince me.โ€ You looked up to the boy stood beside you, whoโ€™d already been smiling down at you with such love in his eyes.
โ€œWell, we are so happy to have you. Lucky to have you.โ€ Tigris squeezed your shoulder and then stepped to the side, gesturing to both of you. โ€œCome in, please.โ€
You couldโ€™ve sobbed, the feeling of being wanted, not being alone. Coryo touched a comforting hand to your arm as you stepped into the foyer, once grand, but now cracked and tired. Tigris took your coat, and the Grandmaโ€™am greeted you with open arms.
โ€œYour dress is beautiful.โ€ Tigris commented, and you did a quick twirl to show off the lace-up detail in the back.
โ€œThank you, it was my mamaโ€™s. I try to wear her dresses whenever I can.โ€ You smoothed the ruffles of your dress, looking down lovingly at the shades of green tulle, handmade by your mother herself.
โ€œAnd so you should.โ€ Tigris reached out to touch your ruffles, too, and she smiled at you as she did so. โ€œShe had great taste.โ€
Coryo led you through to his bedroom, to let you drop your bag off and familiarise yourself with the place. โ€œThank you.โ€ You muttered as you placed your bag on his windowsill. โ€œFor letting me come here, letting me stay. Your family are just beautiful.โ€
โ€œYeah, theyโ€™re great.โ€ Coryo stood from his bed to join you as you looked out of his window onto the snow covered Corso, at a fresh snow angel and a family you could hear laughing from the penthouse. โ€œIโ€™m sure the Covey are, too. And your parents.โ€
โ€œMy parents were. And the Covey are. I hope one day, you can meet them.โ€ You turned to him, that crease in your brow back.
โ€œIโ€™d love to.โ€ Coryo took hold of your hand, noticing that youโ€™d taken up an unsettled look. โ€œShould we get some air? Grandmaโ€™am keeps roses on the roof, might be nice to see them in the snow.โ€
You nodded. โ€œYeah. Thatโ€™d be nice.โ€
The roof was nice, you could see the entirety of the Capitol from up there - roofs engulfed in white, and the snow-covered roses were such a beautiful sight. You plucked one of the stems, after Coryo said you could, and simply stared at the thing. Back home, flowers were everywhere, they felt like warm hugs, like trips to the lake, like your mama. It was rare that you saw them growing in the Capitol.
โ€œItโ€™s beautiful up here.โ€ You commented as you took a seat at the edge of the rooftop. โ€œYou can see the whole city.โ€
โ€œIt is beautiful.โ€ Coryo sat next to you, shoulders touching, pinky fingers travelling closer to eachother and then pulling back, looking forward but watching eachother out of the corner of your eyes. โ€œYouโ€™re beautiful.โ€
Coryo had let it slip, and he took in a deep breath and held it for a while after speaking. You tried not to let your smile get too wide, worried it would border on psychotic-looking if you let it reach itโ€™s full potential. Beautiful, Coriolanus Snow called you beautiful.
โ€œOh.โ€ Was all you could say, quietly, only loud enough to be picked up by the soft breeze and carried over to Coriolanus. โ€œThank you, Coryo. I think youโ€™re beautiful.โ€
Coriolanus looked down and laughed, shaking his head at you. You let your pinkies intertwine, now. โ€œYouโ€™re just saying that because I said it.โ€
โ€œI mean it. Anyone would be stupid not to think it.โ€ Then all of your fingers were locked together. And you sighed and let your head fall onto Coryoโ€™s shoulder. He smiled to himself, and then, in a quick surge of confidence, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and decided to speak his mind.
โ€œYou know I love you, right?" He blurted out. He didnโ€™t regret it, but he was nervous, now. If heโ€™d learned anything this Christmas Eve, it was that you made him nervous.
"I know." You closed your eyes and breathed in the cold air, โ€œI love you, too."
"But I mean, really love you." Coryo took his hand from yours and, instead, draped his arm around your back, fingers reaching up to fidget with your hair. โ€œYou're very easy to fall in love with."
"Hm." You hummed and removed your head from his shoulder to look up at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your breath made little clouds in between your two faces. โ€œI think you're very easy to fall in love with, too, Coryo."
You were so close, noses touching, Coryoโ€™s hand still twirling one lock of your hair around and around. And then your lips were on his, his hand gripping the back of your neck, kissing you with a hunger, a passion, youโ€™d never felt before. Not feverishly, not sexual in nature, just real, raw passion. Youโ€™d meant what you said. Coriolanus Snow was incredibly easy to love, and you did. You loved him. And he loved you. Nothing else had ever seemed to simple in your entire life.
Coryo couldnโ€™t imagine a world, now, where your lips hadnโ€™t been on his. Where you hadnโ€™t called him beautiful. He was on a high, an all time high, he was convinced. Snow lands on top.
The snowflakes continued falling, landing on your heads, noses, the roses. And you let them, with no resentment, no upset. Because Coryo was there, everything was easy, now.
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Messeges that were found so far: STAN / STANLEY PINES / STAN PINES / STANLEY (spoilers)
This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)
Masterpost with all messeges / codes
You have to keep spamming it to get all of these links
Eventually you'll get this:
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"WHEEL! OF! SHAME!
STEP RIGHT UP! It's time to play my FAVORITE GAME!! BOOTLEG SIXER over HERE spent a LIFETIME trying to hide his humiliations, BUT I'VE BEEN INSIDE HIS MIND, so NOW they're ALL YOURS for the low price of BEING MY NEW PAL! IT'S SHOWTIME FOLKS, AND THE ONLY WAY TO LOSE IS TO BE NAMED STANLEY PINES! CLICK BELOW TO SEE WHAT THIS MOUTH BREATHING CARNIVAL BAKER HAS BEEN KEEPING TO THE VEST ALL THESE YEARS. BROUGHT TO YOU BY: SHAME!
"SHAME:โ„ข IT'S THE ONE FRIEND WHO NEVER LEAVES!"
EX-WIVES!
FEARS
SECRET SHAMES
UNREPORTED CRIMES
FAILED PRODUCTS
LOWEST MOMENTS
DARKEST THOUGHT
HOW HE BEAT ME"
If you click EX-WIVES
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"EX-WIVES
Old Goldie Vegas wedding to a cursed gold-toothed antique.
Marilyn Fakenamรฉ Vegas wedding to a cursed gold-toothed antique.
Brenda Chuggins Shack attraction for having "World's Biggest Thumb." (Carny Tip: Never date your own freaks. She used that thumb to hitch-hike off with Johnny Snakes 3 days later)
Sandra Sweetmeadow A kind beautiful Amish girl eho made Stan choose between her and his "sinful gold chains." He chose the chains.
Someone named "Burline" Stan has no idea who she is, but he found her wedding ring in the Shack Lost & Found, put it on, and it got stuck forever. Physically binding. Might be legally binding!
His childhood poster of "Attack of the 50 Foot Woman" (8 year old Stanley drew a ring on the poster and made Sixer witness.)
Natalia Annika ร–manรถvv Totally un-suspicious turist from a country that no longer legally exists. She took Stanley's creedit card and social security number while he was sleeping and still "checks in on him" via hidden cameras. Ah, love!"
If you click FEARS
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"FEARS
The IRS Finding Out
Soos being the one to find Stan dead and taxidermying his body. (Soos would consider this an honor)
The cops calling Stan's fingertips "unusually little."
Betting Dipper in a poker game (and losing.)
Word getting out about Stan's little fingertips, people discovering that they're littler than Ford's.
Stan being dubbed "Baby-Fingers Pines" by the media and having to look into black market finger enlarging."
If you click SECRET SHAMES
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"SECRET SHAMES
The time Wendy beat Stan in arm wrestling. 3 times in a row. She never has to work overtime as long as she never tells a soul.
The fact that no one came to his fake funeral except his mom and an IRS agent who whispered to the coffin "this isn't over."
The quick cash Stan made in 1975 posing for a "Hunky Drifters Catalogue" that wasn't as tasteful and classy as the job listing made it sound.
Was the baby mascot for the "Fussy Boy" Brand diaper rash commercials. (Claims that was Ford.)
Writing His Duchess Approves erotic fan-novel: "The Duke's Temptations at Oglebottom Estate.""
If you click UNREPORTED CRIMES
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"UNREPORTED CRIMES
The time Stan hit Toby Determined with his car and just... kept driving.
Illegally breeding wolves to create a "super wolf." You should hear this thing howl.
Pretending to be a veteran to get a discount on PEZ, then having to invent an entire fake war in a fake country to keep the ruse going. Stan still has a "Remember Operation Enduring Excuse" bumper sticker, and regularly updates the Wikipedia page for the "People's Grepublic of Grunklestan."
Shooting out the tires of the Mythbusters Van after they axposing him for "looking kinda doughy" on tape.
Selling his heart medication to Children claiming it was "metal-flavored candy!"
Accidentally inhaling too much taxidermy glue, black out, and waking up to discover that he had somehow managed to rob himself. Still tracking down the lost boot buried by his arch-rival "Glue Stan""
If you click FAILED PRODUCTS
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"STAN'S FAILED PRODUCTS
The "Wishy Washy!" - A washing machine that somehow makes your clothes dirtier.
The "Counter Fit!" - A rubber band you attach to your kitchen counter to exercise while doing dished. INJURY TOLL: 27
"Welcome to Gravity Town!" - A cartoon show pitch which was unanimously rejected by every network for "blatant Illuminati references."
"Flavored Lottery Tickets!" - Turns out that the kind of people who think they can win the lottery are the kind of people who ignore "do not swallow" instructions. LAWSUIT TOLL: 48
"THE SAD SHACK" - A burlap bag to cover your head so no one can see you rendomly crying during the day. Cheaper than therapy!
A soda called the "Drippy Stanley!" INGREDIENTS: Pine Sol, wood glue, & expired sun tan lotion. Soos tested it and now he can't remember the year 2000."
If you click LOWEST MOMENTS
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"LOWEST MOMENTS
That time he somehow got an F- on a history test, which teachers thought was mathematically impossible. Filbrick made him stand on the lawn for two days holding a sign that said "Estra Stan, 3 dollars or better offer."
When "1998's Best Tourist Traps in Oregon" listed the "Mystery Shack" as #99 below "The world's bigest fence" and "the dog that might be thinking human thoughts."
His birthday the year before he met Dipper & Mabel. No one came to "Mr Mystery's Mystery-Age Party & Used Wolf Pet Sale" He'd spent hours writing comedy roasts of employees who never came, burned off one of his eyebrows attempting to make a cake, and drank the night away skeet shooting Sixer's old Beethoven Records.
The day after he met the twins, he overheard them debating whether they should escape out the window and report him to the FBI. Mabel shook a Magic 8-Ball and tey stayed.
Stripping for edible flour in Tijuana Please don't make me elaborate."
If you click DARKEST THOUGHT
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"DARKEST THOUGHT
Pin all my crimes on Soos"
If you click HOW HE BEAT ME (You have to keep spamming)
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME He didn't! IM STILL HERE, SUCKER!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME LOOK the gambler got a lucky break, alright? A lifelong LOSER was due for ONE freak royal flush! What does it mean? NOTHING! LESS THAN NOTHING! NOT WORTH EVEN THINKING ABOUT!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? That a guy who once tried to EAT THE DECORATIVE POTPURRI out of the bowl in the bank OUTSMARTED ME?! PLEASE! Goofus was just following Gallant's LEAD! It was SIXER'S PLAN, PTSD BARNUM is just a side character, a resume-inflating, cheap trick loving, past-denying overgrown child protected from failure only by a force field of DENIAL AND shamelessness! Sixer ate Stanley's potential in the womb, and the only thing interesting that ever happened to him started when I entered HIS head! END OF STORY! PERIOD. And I have NOTHING MORE TO SAY ABOUT IT!!!!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME ..."
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME AND ANOTHER THING! Ever since that pathetic excuse for a 5-sensed three Dimensional one lifespanned skin-puppet was barfed into the universe, he was nothing but a carbon copy of a better genetic duplicate, and he knew it! A trillion years from now when I've broken out of this place nd taken over, he'll be remembered as the special bump under the cement truck of my inevitable triumph asterisk next to an asterisk next to an asterisk next to an asterisk who would be a joke if he was capable of understanding comedy whehich he OBVIOUSLY isn't, I mean, have you heard the hacky matreials he does on his tours, I've been inside his dreams, he WORKSHOPS that material, he PAVES over it, and the best he can do are some puns that would make a third grader cringe and vaudeville that were hack before they were even invented! Its an insult that showed to wear a suit and tie, he should be in a BARREL with SUSPENDERS!
HACK JOKES. CODEPENDENT. SELF-PITYING STUPID "FULLY CLOTHED WOMEN" COULDNT WIN LOCAL ELECTION SMUG SAS-CROTCH TACKY UNWORTHY CLICHE DREAMS "SINGIN' SALMON" AND THAT'S THE FINAL WORD!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME OKAY I SEE WHATโ€™S HAPPENING HERE! Youโ€™re just like those those PREACHY INFANTILZING AUTOMOTONS AT THETHERAPRISM who are SO OBSESSED with getting me to TALK about my โ€œFEELINGSโ€. YOU THINK YOU CAN GET A RISE OUT OF ME?! TRY! I DARE YOU! I DARE YOU!โ€
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME KEEP CLICKING! SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I CAN OUT-LAST YOU PAL! DO YOU REALIZE WHO YOUโ€™RE STEPPING TO HERE?! IM LITERALLY INSANE! TRY IT! KEEP TRYING IT! Iโ€™VE GOT FOREVER, LETโ€™S GO! COME ON! GO! KEEP CLICKING! KEEP DOING IT!โ€
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME KEEP DOING IT!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME I LOVE IT!"
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"HOW STAN BEAT ME IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!
โš ๏ธŽ FLASH WARNING FOR THE FILES BELLOW โš ๏ธŽ
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
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"DO Y Ou even fAThoM ho W muCH pAIN IM"
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"sOMeTIMES when i CLOSE my eyE i caN"
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"I cAN STiLL sEe (encoded in alchemic sipher, author's cipher, theraprism and color cipher (in that order))"
Decoded messege: "The eyes of everyone I've ever"
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deesseshesca ยท 6 months ago
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Your next self-pleasure experience ?
Oh โ€ฆoh โ€ฆoh is happening againโ€ฆ am I too lonely ?ย 
Good afternoon, pretty souls, today we are checking on your sweet spot. What does it need ? How is it going to happen ? Where is the pleasure coming from ?ย 
Choose the image thatโ€™s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY whatโ€™s reasoning with YOUR SITUATIONย 
Rules and Disclaimerย 
I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.ย 
MINOR DON'T INTERACT WITH THIS POSTย 
MINOR DONโ€™T READ THIS POSTย 
CHOOSE AN IMAGEย 
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PILE 1ย 
BACKGROUND : You guys are in your ainโ€™t shit era โ€ฆ and I love it. As an ex member of the community girl get your lick back on life.You are dealing with someone with no string attached. But not in the way we know it. More like you found another person that ainโ€™t shit and you decide to form an alliance. Like both of you are entering this toxic energy just for the fuck of it. You lie to each other just to have some bomb makeup sex. Not even dealing with the issue, not even caring for the issue to be there. You know you got that good gwack and you are playing mind games with him regarding it. Iโ€™m also seeing that you are now the โ€˜โ€™abuserโ€™โ€™ or the teacher. I feel like you had one to many relationships and the switch went off. The way people used to play with you, you're doing itย  the same back. Back to your head game, it is so good that he is texting you praising you about it. Some go even as far as scheduling a next meeting just for some head. Like they will take a plane to have some of that good gwack. I feel like this beautiful mess of a relationshipย  is less than 2 months old. You donโ€™t feel bad about how you are acting and you know you are playing with his head.ย  YOU DONโ€™T CARE !ย 
EXPERIENCE: The next time you are going to masturbate, you will film yourself. More specifically, you in lingerie filming aesthetic snippets of you. Smoking and drinking. Then sending an audio of your moan, you wet cooch or just both to this person.
Toxic Khelaniย 
You have your body done and it looks the fuck good. Like nobody can tell that you have your boobs or butt done. I am also hearing about mommy makeovers. You love filming yourself naked. I am getting you have bunch of nudes organize depending on the mood you set for yourself.ย 
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PILE 2ย 
BACKGROUND : Pile 2, you guys are the more mature women in this pile. You have your master degree, you have 2 cars, you own a house, you have a kid and a ex-husband. You look the fuck good for yourself. I am also getting sophisticated women that are very classy and almost posh. I feel like you never thought you would be reading for this reading rn. Just like your next self-pleasure experience is going to be unexpected. Right now you develop a deep and intense connection with the mom of the friend of your kid. She is your complete opposite. You waited to be set to have kids. She had them unexpectedly with her babydaddy. She is heavily tatted. A bit more outspoken and she might curse like an old sailor but gosh she is a good mom. She is at least 10 years younger than you. You develop an admiration for her, she everything would never dare be. You might feel a bit annoyed by her. Thinking that she only wanted men's attraction because letโ€™s be honest she is smoking hot. I am also getting that she might be a sex worker. If you watch P-Valley,the wife and Mercedes. You guys are giving me this dynamic. In conclusion, you are very intrigued by her.ย 
EXPERIENCE: You will be wine drunk at the bar. For you it is going to feel like a rebirth. I think you said goodbye to this hot girl summer era a long time ago. So having some heavy makeup, pre-gaming and wearing a skimpy outfit is going to feel like a breath of fresh air. You guys will be dancing and singing your heart out. Pouf the kiss. For her is not going to mean much. Because sometimes, girls get drunk and kiss each other. But for you it will be a never before experience. You will go home that same exact night and get off at the thought of her dominating you. I think during the drive back you might get delusional on having a future with her because you never felt like this before. You won't let it get bigger than just a fantasy.ย 
KHELANI-Adetunji
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BACKGROUND: You guys are confused. You were in a relationship where your partner cheated on you and you cheated back with a good guy. What I mean by that, is that you were sure you were going to cheat on him. And the person you end up doing it with knows about the whole situation. Iโ€™m getting he checked on you before you went down and nasty just to make sure you were completely fine with the plan. He was there for you emotionally when you dealt with the cheating. You guys end up making love. Now that everything is over, you kind of maintain a relationship, from your perspective, you are scared. You are a woman of strong standard and principle.You usually know what is right and wrong but now you are utterly confused . You want him, he wants you, yes you cheated with him but it was to get your lick back. And he treats you like a princess naturally. But what if it goes wrong โ€ฆ I mean very WRONG ! Are some dumb bitch to believe thatโ€™s actually correct ? Are you stupid, you are really going to trust what a man says, after everything you went through with the last one ? I fear this is your inner monologue. But what is crazy is that he is not speaking, he is acting like the man you deserve. Thatโ€™s a difference babe. You guys' relationship is very balanced, you got your lick back and he got the chance to experience you in the most intimate and divine way.ย 
EXPERIENCE: The next time you masturbate, will be a front of some porn. Iโ€™m getting any porn, good or bad. Your style or not. It doesn't matter because you're going to get off thinking of him. Lately everytime you try to get intimate with yourself or anyone, you always end up having a flashback of what you guys shared. Until you guys donโ€™t get over this fear regarding this decision that needs to happen in yโ€™all couple nothing will be changing.ย 
You guys are from NYC.ย 
He is usually a very chill guy but with you, girl โ€ฆ completely obsessive. He is just waiting for your green light to sweep you off your feet with his lust.
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