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devnmon · 4 months ago

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muse with a violet hue

summary: you aren't sure when Gale became the only thing filling the pages of your sketchbook, and you're not sure how much more longing your heart can take. leave it to another companion to point it out for you to make a move.

warnings: none except for mystra being mentioned like twice but that's it. when i catch you mystra. also astarion is in this for two seconds lol

wc: 3.1k

Your hand ached. Bad.

Almost four hours you've been gripping the wrapped graphite piece in your palm, sketching away in the leather bound pages. Your muse tending to daily activities, his learned tongue practicing pronunciation of words he's long mastered of the Weave.

Only until the cramping got too horrible to bear did the graphite leave your pages, detailing and shading the very peculiars of Gale's face. You regret adding the earring he always adorns with the goddess's symbol- even her name brought you distaste.

There was no other feeling towards her other than hatred. Anger. Furious at the knowledge of his warm soul being shattered to a million pieces when she cast him away. What kind of god was she? Selfish, egotistical, while he remain soft and gentle throughout it all.

Your heart ached to comfort him. For even a moment, to be the object of his attention, his happiness. To prove his doubts, his fears wrong by displaying everything your heart desired to give him.

May you feel every word I cast like a migraine, Mystra.

A deep breath in to shake your hand out, pain diminishing in a moment before fastening your grip back on the page's edge. No doubt they've been stained by the graphite, fingerprints doused in the powder from constant shading and detailing.

Each loose strand of his hair, lucky enough to be a part of that glorious mop of brown perfectly growing from his head. Even his grays flowed naturally. Faint trails of the weave trail from his eye, down his neck... his beautiful neck... till they hid being those violet robes.

You hadn't seen the Weave's mark on him in its entirety, but gods would you take the chance if given. Run your fingers over his skin, wondering if touching the mark would harm him in any way. Though all you wanted in truth was to touch him in a way a goddess could not.

Never did you think you could be so immersed in magic until Gale. With the way he spoke about it, he lived and breathed by it. Any chance to be seen by him- to be loved... there was a better chance of the world ending before you even got close.

First in Gale's life in place of the Weave? Of Mystra? It was laughable.

After everything that’s transpired, she’s still his goddess. The whole reason he is so learned and practiced with his incantations was because of her. Even so, you wished he saw her the same way you did. His life would be forever changed.

So your sketching continued, perched on a cliff outside of camp for complete privacy. Running the risk of holding your feelings inside was hard enough when you were on the road together. Who knows what would happen if someone caught you whispering spells of protection into your pages.

An illusion of him as your reference, purple robes suited fittingly on his shoulders. As if his eyes distracted you under a sky full of stars, outshining them by miles.

Detailing those facial features of the dear wizard took up the rest of your daylight. Dusk darkened over the Sword Coast and forced you back into camp, sheepishly shoving your journal under one arm.

Gale's tent was empty as you passed by it to your own, knowing he'd taken over cooking for everyone most nights. All your friends had separated into smaller groups, wine and mead getting passed around before the meal.

Awaiting you always was the terrible bedroll you rested on every night, and for the moment, you wished it a big mattress with silk sheets and sweet smelling linens instead. One you could possibly share with a familiar wizard.

Upon arriving to your tent, your stomach burned with hunger while aches ran through your joints and muscles. Content with satisfying your bodily needs and getting some rest for the night, your eyes drifted back to the leather journal.

Maybe just a few touch ups... you pondered, spotting Karlach nagging the wizard about when the meal would be ready.

There was enough light from your lantern for you to work, shading in a few more shadows and highlights to bring the ever dashing face of the man into better clarity. His smile lines, brow bone, and sweet brown eyes of the talkative man filled your page wonderfully. The drawing was about done when you felt a presence behind you.

"What a lovely drawing. Is this how you're going to confess to our beloved wizard?" A voice over your shoulder aired your focus from the front of your mind, startled at the presence of your rogue friend.

"Astarion!" you whispered, clutching the book tightly to your chest before glancing down at the page and back at him.

"Don't think I haven't seen you staring, darling." His arms cross over his chest, smirk on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you replied, now completely hiding the journal behind your back. Because if what you assumed is true, he's seen the whole page, and might have even overheard what you'd been thinking whilst busy. Damn the tadpole.

You didn't see anything, you didn't see anything...

But it was a lie you told yourself. Astarion was more perceptive than half your party; of course he'd snuck up on you out of curiosity when he saw your nose shoved between the sketchbook's pages.

Damned vampire needs to learn to mind his own.

His eyes roll, unconvinced by your body language- which was indeed in the direction of Gale from where you sat.

"Don't play coy, it's unbecoming. Besides, I can always tell when you're lying." Astarion was not fibbing for one, he was always able to snuff out even the whitest of lies from anyone.

You huffed a breath, "What do you care, Astarion?"

"Well, from what I saw a glimpse of, you happen to be quite the talented artist. Very good at catching one's wizardly features. Anyone else you decided to draw? Or just him, hm?" He's leaning towards you now, same snark in his tone.

Perceptive you are, fangs.

Pulsing heat stirs in your stomach, it raises your heart rate and makes your palms sweat.

"No..."

"Interesting," he straightens his back, "Anyways, I've come on behalf of the others to say supper's ready. That's all." His lips turn upwards into an even deeper smirk, before he begins walking away.

"Wait!" you call out, half regretting your choice to call him back; though he turns towards you again, "Why is that interesting?"

"Oh, no particular reason. I see many things around here people don't think others can see. Such to say... like one's initials at the bottom page of a protection spell, one I've definitely heard him repeat just before turning in for the nights."

"What... are you saying?" you swallow the painful lump in your throat. It thrums with each pump of your heart.

"I'm saying the man is pining something awful. I don't know if I should stage an intervention or what. But if you lovestruck fools are too cowardly to make the first move, I guess I must do something rather than let you go insane. So, there. Do with that information what you will. I'm off to bed."

Astarion was as quickly gone as he'd arrived, making sure he was fully out of sight before opening your page up again to stare at the portrait. Handsome as he was, Gale deserved to know just how much time you put into studying the details of his face.

You weren't sure a tenday had passed without thinking of his perfect features, wanting to trail your fingers down the drawn cheek. Wishing it was his soft skin against yours instead.

Maybe Astarion was right. You were going in circles thinking of him day and night, unable to focus on anything else. Any possibility of voicing your vulnerability with those words towards him churned your stomach.

A quick motion, and your slight of hand tore the page out of its place in your book. Glancing down at your masterpiece of his face one more time, you began to walk towards his still empty tent, placing it on top of one of the many Gale had lying around.

Before you could second guess your decision, you walked towards the blazing campfire to eat dinner and spend time with your companions.

As you approached greeting those who were still standing around, eventually you were standing right in front of him.

As if Gale felt your presence, he turned towards you the moment you neared his proximity.

"Hungry?"

If only the words in your head weren't so jumbled around such a man who had skills like these, you might've been able to strike up more of a conversation.

In response, you nodded and leaned over the pot to smell what he'd cooked.

"It's nothing special, just a little recipe I've known for years." His brown eyes seemed to linger on you a moment longer than expected, before he was leaning over to plate some of the meal for you. Catching glimmers of campfire light in his dark brown eyes as you waited patiently.

"Thank gods at least one of us can cook," you muttered, looking down as to not start blushing over a bowl of stew. Though you were surprised when Gale chuckled, confirming he heard what you said.

Handing the quite full bowl to you with both hands, you reached out for it in the same way. Though just for a split moment when your hands cupped the warm bowl, you brushed against the top of his with your own. A jolt in the way your heart pounded in your chest, you retracted your arms quickly without spelling and thanked him.

"Hope you enjoy it." Gale responded with a small smile, turning back to make himself a bowl as you walked off. It seemed he was always feeding everyone else before himself, leaving whatever was left for himself. If there ever was anything left. Your group had grown so much since you first woke up on that beach, that there wasn't always enough for everyone.

I hope you’ve never gone hungry, Gale.

There was no doubting the rush you felt whenever in his presence. His scent of amber and lilies, like a thing you could breathe in forever.

Before you knew it, your feet had brought you back to the lonely corner of camp, gulping down the meal with haste while looking over the other pages you'd drawn of Gale.

One of him conjuring the weave under the stars, another of him holding a book and reading at his tent. More were just scribbles and half drawings, maybe the way his strands framed his face that day or when he cast a spell during battle.

How envious you'd been of the soft clothing that's lucky enough to caress every inch of his body all day long. Was purple his favorite color, or was it because the Weave consumed everything in his life?

How many kisses long was his neck? What do his lips taste like? What's his favorite drink?

So many peculiar things you desired to learn about him, yet you could barely strike up a conversation.

Drawing was an outlet for many things; among them were other pages with plans for the coming days and other places to visit. There were always doodles around the entries where you'd interacted with Gale in any way. You found it worked only so much, still aching on the inside from a distance.

Another hour passed before camp finally quieted, and the fire’s flames dwindled to embers. It seemed everyone had turned in for the night, and you decided on getting some shuteye as well after freshening up. A good night's rest and sweet dreams were calling to you once you'd changed into something more comfortable.

If anything, let me dream about him tonight.

Though you sensed footsteps approaching the minute you sat down. You were praying it wasn't Astarion there to ask you for a late night snack, or another unwanted visitor you'd have to fight off. At this hour, you weren't sure you could handle it.

But as you turned to face whoever it was, you were pleasantly surprised to find it was Gale, holding a piece of paper in his hand. You aren't sure whether to be glad, or nervous. Him finding the paper must've meant he noticed it immediately; Gale was one of the most organized people you knew. Which says a lot, since he's spoken about the chaos of his tower in Waterdeep for ages.

Slowly, you stood up to converse with him, fidgeting with your fingers until he began to speak.

"Did you... draw this? My face?" He points to himself, in awe of the fact that you've captured him so perfectly. Gale was holding the page so delicately, careful not to rip it or smudge any of your shading.

"I uh... what?" you ask, blinking a couple times to make sure this was reality.

"Because it's very good. I've never known someone who could draw like this before."

His compliment caught you off guard- a recognition of your skill, one you shied away from for so long. Coming from him... well, that was the game changer.

"I was a bit confused as to who could've drawn it at first. But then I remembered how you've got a bunch of skills, and I thought, what's one more added to the list? That, and the fact that there was some sort of gray powder on my hand after you came and got dinner." He smirked throughout the last sentence, giving you a knowing look.

How eye opening, to realize you'd spent so long in thought of detailing Gale's face just right... that you'd forgotten how much of it transferred onto your skin. A foolish mistake. But one that couldn't be taken back now.

"But still one question, why me?"

Your simple answer could've been told by the fact that he's more handsome than anyone you'd ever met before. His long locks and pretty features were entertaining to draw, and it brought you so much more than joy to be able to capture him in such a way.

What you felt inside was... well, stronger. It wasn't just that you could copy his face onto a page like a photograph. It was all consuming, the urge to sketch him as your muse, for reminders of him while he's not at your side. A piece of him to hold close.

"You're the only one I've wanted to draw... for a long time. Nothing else's consumed me like... you do. Gale, you're everything to me."

He was silent for a moment, then he stepped nearer to you and your heart skipped a beat once again. A deep breath of him into your lungs did nothing to combat the unease stirring in your chest, waiting for him to say something back.

You're so much more than what Mystra's tasked of you, you whisper, looking down for a moment. Before you could go on further, his hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes back up to meet his.

"Flattered, I am. Truly. I care for you deeply, I think since I've seen you save so many on our journey together. Your constant hand of kindness wherever you go. I admire you, not just for that-- but... I'd be here all night detailing everything I could." He trails off, chuckling, but there was sincerity in every word. You could see how bright his eyes were when talking.

"So... you're saying..."

"I'm saying I'm in love with you." His hand strokes your cheek with the lightest touch, feeling the warmth in your soft skin beneath his palm.

"I'm in love with you too." you admit in one breath, turning your eyes upwards to his. Your hairs are standing on edge, and there's such a strong tension in the room that you continue to stand still.

"May I kiss you? Don't think I can bare a moment longer without it." His cheeks were pinking with a blush when you smiled at his words. You nodded in response, reaching up to stroke his face lovingly.

The moment your hand makes contact with his skin, he feels the rush of a million hairs standing on edge. Being a reclusive wizard in a tower for a large portion of his life didn't help his urge to be touched by you. Many a night he sat awake, wondering how you'd tough him, where you'd touch him, and how you'd say 'I love you'. Nothing prepared him for the reality of this moment.

Gale's movements toward you were nothing close to rushed; in fact, he took his time dragging his eyes over the relieved look on your face. A look that showed him how much he'd been a fool to think you thought of him any differently than he thought about you. He kissed you with all the devotion that had been piling up inside him... it was heaven.

One kiss just wasn't enough for him though, the minute he pulled away from the first exchange of your lips, he wanted another. He never wanted the bliss that was your lips to escape him, especially if he could help it.

Though you ended up wanting to gasp for air whilst attempting to make those moments pressed to his lips last.

"As much as I... would like to kiss you for eternity... I think I need to catch my breath first." Your palm pressed to his chest, noting his quickened heartbeat. Gale chuckled, his lips and yours swollen from how they had pined for so long to be one with yours in a private moment like this.

"Won't you draw me... more often?" he asked, breathless from the surge of sheer feeling that was reaching out from within him.

"Oh, Gale. Very bold of you to assume my pages aren't already filled with you. But... I could never deny sketching you for as long as I could help it." Your hand wrapped around the nape of his neck, while playing with his brown locks. Your assumption that his hair was as soft as it looked had been correct.

"Gods, I... I love every part of you. I am yours, my love." Gale's forehead pressed against yours, his fingers looping through the free hand combing through his hair.

"If I could stay like this with you all night long, I would in a heartbeat. But... perhaps we should get some rest first?"

"Well, of course. Would you do me the honor of joining me in my bedroll for the night?" Gale pressed one of your hands against his lips, a gesture of true chivalry and heart of gold.

"I absolutely accept."

With that, you end your day sleeping pressed up against Gale in the confines of his tent, too exhausted to do anything else but share one of many future kisses before falling to sleep.

#ryes ff #devnmon writes #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x reader #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fanfic #gale fanfic #bg3 gale #dividers by cafekitsune #dividers by enchanthings

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kurishiri · 7 months ago

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CONGRATS TO VOGEL 🕊️୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ a most indulgent mischief to kill time for vogel. ˗ˏˋ masterlist ´ˎ˗

🪽: “To all those with free time tomorrow, please raise your hands.”

🍒: “Meee.”

💍: “I’ll be free.”

🪽: “Goodness, it's not every day the three of us are all free. Well then, I believe this calls for an opportunity to play something together. Hm... what should we do?”

this is a twitter campaign that the official ikévil jp account held on 08,11 to celebrate the plans or the announcement of vogel’s in-game release (on 08,15)! it’s vogel members giving nicknames to crown members because they’re too free lmao

as always, ♡ / ↻ / 💬 are very heavily appreciated… especially reblogs and comments!

⊹˚₊‧──────────‧₊˚⊹ masterlist . . .

○ event info (pulled from twt)

① intro, william rex 🍓

② liam evans 🐈

③ harrison gray 🦊

④ elbert greetia 🍎

⑤ alfons sylvatica ��

⑥ roger barel 🍻

⑦ jude jazza ⌛️

⑧ ellis twilight ⛓️

⑨ victor 💀

○ outro

○ epilogue: crown’s revenge on vogel 👑

interested in vogel? check out what they think of each other here (…with voice lines 👀✨)!

fyi: there are other versions of translations done by @.archiveikemen and @.judesmoonbeauty 🕊️

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enzomi · 3 months ago

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Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ

──

𝖤𝖭𝖧𝖸𝖯𝖤𝖭 (엔하이픈) 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝟪 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖨-𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖤:𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖳 𝖫𝖺𝖻, 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖸𝖡𝖤. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈-𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇, 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖩𝖺𝗒, 𝖩𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈, 𝗡𝗼𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝗂-𝗄𝗂. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖭𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟥𝟢, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆, 𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱: 𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝖮𝖭𝖤

.･✩°｡⋆ 𝐇𝐞𝐫.･✩°｡⋆

𝖪𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ╱ Profile ╱ 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾

.･✩°｡⋆ 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.･✩°｡⋆

𝖤𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 ╱ 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 ╱ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 ╱ 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌

.･✩°｡⋆ 𝗦𝗡𝗦 & 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 .･✩°｡⋆

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗕𝗘:

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥:

𝗪𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘:

𝗧𝗜𝗞 𝗧𝗢𝗞:

𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬:

𝖨-𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽 ╱ 𝖤𝗇-𝖮’𝖢𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 ╱ 𝖤𝗇-𝖫𝗈𝗀 ╱ 𝖤𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇&𝖧𝗂 ╱ 𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗑 𝖧𝗒𝖻𝖾

✩°｡⋆𝗘𝗿𝗮𝘀 .･✩°｡⋆

𝖡𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋: 𝖣𝖺𝗒 𝖮𝗇𝖾 ╱ 𝖡𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋: 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 ╱ 𝖣𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖣𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖺 ╱ 𝖣𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖠𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 ╱ 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈: 𝖣𝖺𝗒 𝟣 ╱ 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ╱ 𝖮𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ╱ 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾: 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽

.･✩°｡⋆𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 .･✩°｡⋆

𝖨𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 ╱ 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

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@𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔬𝔪𝔦

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#⋆ ࣪.˖ ࣪⭑—Nᴏᴢᴏᴍɪ #divider by cafekitsune #divider by enchanthings #enhypen added member #enhypen 8th member #enhypen female member #kpop added member #enhypen poly #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen x oc

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chericheribaby · 4 months ago

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sundrarry rec! 🍏⚡️

I've thought a lot about doing this but after some encouragement on your part and my incessant need to talk about Drarry, I decided to do Sunday Drarry recs or as I call them sundrarry recs (I have a way with words, what can I say). So, every Sunday, I'll post some of my favorite Drarry fics, some I read a long time ago, some I read more recently but overall, they all are little gems I've found in my time reading the pairing. Either way, I hope you like them <3

Come Hell or High Water by mallstars

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Depression, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Asexual Harry Potter, Hopeful Ending, Gently Implied Happy Ending.

Rating: Mature | Chapters: 5/5 | WC: 22.1k | Status: Completed

Summary

In his bed under Mungo's floating candles, Harry sips tea, watches reality TV, and does his best not to pay any mind to the curse which has invaded his body.

Harry wants to heal.

He wants his healer even more.

Keeping one desperate secret can't hurt. Not much, anyway.

Spoiler-free extract

Malfoy comes back the next morning, and the one after that. He fluffs Harry's pillow and tends to Molly's bouquets. He plucks at Healer Willowisps' diagnostic spells but doesn't take notes on his clipboard. He doesn't take charge. It's a yes now, always, whenever Harry asks for his time. I'm thinking of taking a walk in the courtyard. Will you come with me? Ron is swinging by with pizza later. Do you wanna have a quick lunch with us? Have you ever seen Star Trek? I might need a break from Lockhart, do you wanna watch that instead? Will you stay? Stay? Stay? It's always a yes.

Personal thoughts

I love a good hurt/comfort just like the next guy but this, guys. This fic. My god, I haven't read something quite like this in a while. I couldn't stop once I started it and the plot twist at the end *screams* I didn’t see it coming at all but once I re-read it (because, of course) I noticed all the little hints that led to that ending which made it even more heartbreaking, it was there all along! What I like the most about this fic is the gentleness and softness of the pairing, the writing is impeccable and it shows how much care the author put into the story, they hold your hand all the way to the end.

#I'm so nervous about posting this but hey i do like drarry a lot so its only fair to share it with y'all #sundrarry #loopsie’s drarry recs #personal favorites #drarry #drarry recs #fic recs #dividers by cafekitsune strangergraphics-archive and enchanthings!!!

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silentgravesdontexist · 2 months ago

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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

A guide to who has participated in the event and the characters they have posted for! The main purpose of this is for the OP to have something to look back on as well as supporters and mutuals who are curious of the ships!

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

@angel-selfshipper w/ Hobie

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@malice-havik-stain w/ Stain, Havik, and Garruk

@karmas-chameleon w/ Manfred von Karma

@piercethewings w/ Ryomen Sukuna

@selfshiplightning w/ Logan and Kurt

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@yumesei w/ Soap

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡!

@alpha-leoniis w/ Honami Mochizuki

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@floevi w/ Caleb

@graveyardmuse w/ Leopold Scotch

@hmerift w/ Sunarin

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru

@twilightakiishi w/ Yamato Endo

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥' 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

@angel-selfshipper w/ Hobie

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@floevi w/ Heath

@graveyardmuse w/ Joey Wilson

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic w/ Elliott

@karmas-chameleon w/ Manfred von Karma

@malice-havik-stain w/ Stain and Havik

@piercethewings w/ Ryomen Sukuna

@rotten-rotten-girl w/ Mick Mundy

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru & Hoshina Soshiro

@twilightakiishi w/ Yamato Endo

@yumesei w/ Soap

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

@alpha-leoniis w/ Jaehee Kang

@angel-selfshipper w/ Hobie

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@floevi w/ Jean

@graveyardmuse w/ Kenny McCormick

@hmerift w/ Mudano Naito

@malice-havik-stain w/ Havik & Stain

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru & Portgas D. Ace

@tartagliove w/ Tartaglia

@yumesei w/ Soap

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

@angel-selfshipper w/ Hobie

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@floevi w/ Fata Musica

@graveyardmuse w/ Leo Scotch

@malice-havik-stain w/ Havik and Stain

@rotten-rotten-girl w/ Mick Mundy

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬~

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@graveyardmuse w/ Joey Wilson

@malice-havik-stain w/ Stain and Havik

@hmerift w/ Itoshi Rin

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐀𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞; 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

@angel-selfshipper w/ Hobie

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@floevi w/ Heath

@graveyardmuse w/ Kenny McCormick

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic w/ Ryomen Sukuna

@malice-havik-stain w/ Stain and Havik

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Hoshina Soshiro

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Portgas D. Ace

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@graveyardmuse w/ Joey Wilson

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru

@yumesei w/ Soap

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬…

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@graveyardmuse w/ Kenny McCormick

@littleplantfreak w/ Umemiya Hajime

@selfshiplightning w/ Cal Kestis

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝!

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Hoshina Soshiro

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Gojo Satoru

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@hmerift w/ Narumi Gen

@karmas-chameleon w/ Manfred von Karma

@silentgravesdontexist w/ Hoshina Soshiro

@yumesei w/ Soap

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝!

@birinboom w/ Hoshina Soshiro

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marokra · 6 months ago

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Mar/Diaval ⟡ he/they ⟡ multifandom & oc blog ⟡ rb heavy

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vorukasha · 8 days ago

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𓎟𓎟⠀ 𖧧 ⠀ 𝓋orukasha’s　・・ 𝓁ove　𝓁etters ⠀⠀🍀⠀⠀ㅤ｡

“the wind’s pulling us in.” stated by messenger 𝓋essa. a seventeen year old who accidentally enters a mysterious spirit world with her parents.

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itoshiexx · 2 years ago

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✩ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

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rubinaitoart · 2 years ago

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Greetings and Salutations

I'm Rubin, your local fandom geek that's seemingly incapable of sitting in a chair correctly.

Currently, I have nothing to put on a "DNI" list. Though I do use the block button whenever I deem it necessary - it's nothing personal, I'm simply curating the online experience I want to have.

My hyperfixations tend to burn hot and fast, but never completely extinguish. If you've followed me for content in a specific fandom and I've since moved on, chances are high that I'll post about it again.

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bayeprose · 5 months ago

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　 after stealing him away from a noisy house party,

　 you rile percy up so much that he loses his mind...

　 percy and the sulfur girl by @bayeprose

content — percy jackson x fem!reader ⋆ heavy makeouts ⋆ s*xual touching in public and in private ⋆ calling reader “baby” ⋆ very smutty, but no explicit s*x ⋆ hickeys (giving) ⋆ dirty language ⋆ subby!percy? kind of. not much reader — aggressive ⋆ massive tease ⋆ nonchalant ⋆ racially ambiguous ⋆ wears a skirt and g-string context — college!AU ⋆ reader and percy are (meant to be read as) 21+ ⋆ percy is a popular frat guy and reader is a sassy, misanthropic loner ⋆ situationship, and he’s confused about it all

Percy loves it when you take control.

As you slam the door behind him shut and push him back against the wall, he readies himself for a barrage of lust. Your desirous hand then finds his chin and jerks him down to the force of your lips. A groan in your ear—he’s excited already. Eager to feel your simmering tongue, he parts his lips and reaches for your lower back, pulling you tighter against his body. He never knows what exactly to expect from you—aside from ardent hickies, you always give at least one—but he’s so glad that you’re coming onto him again. You were on his mind all throughout the day as he’d hoped against hope that you’d attend his frat’s party…

“No pressure,” he says, sounding coolly nonchalant. In a narrow hallway, he stands tall right beside you as fellow students weave to and from their various classes. “Come if you want.”

“I think I’ll pass,” you reply. You don't make eye contact, scrolling through your phone distractedly. “I hate your friends, no offense.”

“You don’t hate me, though.”

“Do you think I like you, Jackson?”

Percy’s heart does a little dance. Is there a right answer to this? He thinks himself quite skilled against your razor-sharp taunts—which seemed so often deliberately crafted to rattle his nerves—but you still manage to catch him off guard sometimes, and he doesn’t always know how to take what you can dish.

“Honestly? No.” he admits, and he takes a step closer. “Why else would you tease me the way you do?”

Your eyes flicker up at him then. He feels a twinge of pride to have lured them away from your phone, but the sudden grip of your hand on his ass then begs a low moan from his throat—

“—Because I know that you love it,” you drone, squeezing him even tighter, “and you’re cute when you’re desperate.”

When you let him go, his face is washed in subtle pinks, lips parted slightly in scandalized awe. Flustered, he looks around to check if anyone else saw—and it doesn’t seem so, but his heart pounds nonetheless.

‘Are you out of your mind? What if a professor caught that?’ The question stows deep in his throat but his lips are paralyzed, too shocked to muster a lucid response. All semester, you’ve gone out of your way to rile him up with the occasional deep kiss or hot stroke of his thigh while behaving as though you weren’t interested in him much at all, as though every blistering touch and sensual whisper was a casual whim that meant absolutely nothing.

But you did it surreptitiously. You never blessed him with those rousing affections in spaces where others might see, content to stir up his desire in the privacy of empty classrooms and desolate hallways. And now, to go so far as to grab his ass in public, after months of lusty, grueling secrecy… you’re getting bolder, for some reason. What are you going to do next?

Somehow, already, you’ve moved on. A brief massage of his shoulder and you’re walking away, disappearing into the hall among the other rushing students. Percy tries to swallow the lump in his throat, staring after you as you go further and further out of his sight...

What does it say about him that he really, really liked that? And what else does it say, that he wants you to do more?

For the rest of the day, all throughout his classes, Percy thinks of your troublesome hand and the many other places that it could dare to reach. He thinks of the ways he could touch you back, how he could steal your breath with a rough, wet kiss and feel your body close against his own. A zealous prayer repeats and repeats in his distracted mind: ‘For the love of God, just come to the party.’

… Thank goodness that he’d thought to pray. He wouldn’t trade anything for the religious pleasure of your lips, so grateful that he gets to touch you back, this time.

Your tongue intrudes upon his viciously, smoothing across his bottom lip just before breaching inside his mouth. Percy welcomes your irreverence; sacred acts of tender kissing are a rarity from you, because you always seemed to prefer quick, rousing makeouts, more intense than the brightest of fulgent fireworks.

As he forfeits himself to your fervid tongue, he’s increasingly lost in his steepening arousal. Mindlessly, hungrily, his hands drip towards your ass—but he doesn’t dare to squeeze just yet; he wants to feel this perfect shape, to hold it as your lips trade fervent flames of lust. Percy thinks he might be getting drunk. All of you unsobers him—your tongue a sip of sweet whiskey, your touch a shot of scorching liquor. Your fingers slip beneath his shirt and slowly stroke his rigid stomach. Percy sighs into your mouth again, curious if you enjoy his body, too.

All along, he’s wanted to touch you back. To tease you as you torture him. That he now is privileged to hold your ass feels like the beginning of a long-kept dream. Subconsciously, his hands slide to your bare thighs, just below your tempting skirt… When you’d first walked through the front door, he’d thought to himself—“Damn, that looks so good on her.” Now, Percy thinks it would look even better in a puddle on the floor. He could slip it off your hips right now—but instead, his hands work back upwards, underneath the surface of your skirt… and so he’s amazed to now feel your flesh in his palms that the longing in his boxers now throbs with excitement.

“… fuck,” he shudders in between hot kisses. “Is that… a g-string you’re wearing?”

“Mhm,” you hum, “why, do you like it?”

Like usual, you’ve rendered him stupid for a response. “I, uh… yeah. Yeah, I like it.”

And then you lean lower to plant a kiss on his neck. “I wore it for you, Jackson.”

‘I think she’s trying to kill me,’ he considers, closing his eyes, assuaged by bliss as you kiss his throat more. Percy tilts his head backwards to give you more room and he groans so gratefully when you suck on his neck. His length throbs in pants with urgent longing and he’s losing his mind—he can’t resist his desire anymore—his fingers press hard into the flesh of your ass in a desperate squeeze—

“—fuck, baby…” he whines quietly. The twin arousals of your shape in his hands and your lips on his neck are nothing short of agonizing. It’s hot. It’s paralyzing. It’s too damn slow. He wants to turn the tables on you right now. He could give in to his salacious impulses and easily fuck you against the wall, pay you back for months of nymphish teases by plunging deep inside of you until your mouth goes wide from pleasured screams—

“You wanna fuck me, don’t you, Percy?” you suddenly ask. “I know you’re thinking about it.”

His heart stops for a second. Are you a mind-reader? Have you been this entire time? 'Probably not,' he rationalizes. From the full-grown bulge at the front of his sweatpants and the breathlessness of his every word, he can imagine how obvious his motives are.

“… Yeah.” Percy responds. His voice is a quiet, careless rumble and his gaze is the essence of ardent thirst. Why should he deny what’s already known? Beneath his words is a tacit growl, “Really fucking badly.”

Coy as ever, you go back to kissing his neck, a sultry chuckle rising from your throat. “You’re adorable, sometimes.”

The beats of the party come muffled through the door: chatty, drunken conversations and dizzy Hot 100 tunes. No one knows what you both are up to, because this—whatever it was—still seemed to be a secret. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t like the circle of athletes and party boys that he runs around with—and by his own estimation, you don’t really seem to like anyone at all. Why you’ve chosen him to taunt and tease since the start of the school year is nothing but a mystery.

In fact, there are a lot of things about you that are mysterious to him. Your behavior is one thing, but at times, your intentions feel more unknowable than the origins of all sapient life. You were just that puzzling, perhaps deliberately so.

Is it really your wish to rattle him ‘just because’? He wants to ask sometimes, but he doesn’t. Of the very few things that he grasps about you, Percy knows that you’d draw back from him without hesitation should he make an attempt to understand you more. The loss of your company, ephemeral as it is, would be an end more devastating than he cares to admit.

So he lets himself melt beneath your ardent touch, wincing in pleasure as you stain his leaned-back neck with more and more electrifying hickies. Each one begs him to squeeze your ass harder, to bite his lip and mutter curses as you stroke his abs more. He loves the feel of your ravenous fingers, so greedy in their massage of his oversexed skin. A bead of sweat rolls down his brow. It’s too hot in here and it’s not hot enough—he wants to strip your clothes and your panties off and feel the warmth inside of you. The tease that you are, will you ever let him get that close?

A particularly brutal suck steals a moan from his throat, and as he reels within his heady delirium, your lips deign to wander right beside his ear…

“I think they want more drinks,” you whisper hotly, each word soaked with lewd provocation. “You’re such a bad host.”

On the other side of the door, Percy’s friends are looking for him. They’re calling his name as the music pulses through the walls. He hadn’t even noticed. He doesn’t want to see them. Not right now, anyway—but you know that already, he can tell.

“… They can wait,” he responds, panting softly. “I’m kinda busy—oh, fuck—”

Your fingers dip below his pants and suddenly you’re touching him, for real this time. As your fingers curl around his cock, his hips can’t help but jerk against your palm. He’s an animal, now. Your hand undoes all inhibitions. If feels so good, but you’re just… touching him. You don’t stroke him at all, you don’t even tease his aching tip. Percy can’t think straight. Groaning, panting, his voice is strained, “Fuck, just—ugh—”

“Use your words, Percy. Just what?”

Can you feel how hard he’s breathing? Do you know how bad he needs this? Percy wonders this to himself, growing more and more self-conscious of his own desperation. It’s not fair, at this point. Your tender grip of his fulsome cock has him rutting more against your palm, lost in the dreamy inebriation of needed-pleasure and insufferable lust. ‘Grab it harder, touch me more, fuck, do -something-.’ He wants to say each heated phrase all at once—but his lips arrive at a softer conclusion, and his low, green eyes reveal begging, powerless need...

“… Don’t tease me anymore. I want you, baby.”

　　　　thank you for reading !!

𓇼˚｡⋆ this work is just a steamy one-shot that I wrote up, but I could possibly see myself doing more of this premise, I dunno. dealing with tumblr's word filters is annoying - I wanted reader to wear a th*ng instead but it seemed like tumblr was out to get me lol

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adastea · 7 months ago

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𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒,

dilf luvr & boob connoisseur, salai.ᐟ s/her. twenty. speaks: spanish (native), english, and currently learning japanese. ex-korean learner.

side blog (personal) for @salaimoi ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა mostly created as an excuse to change themes more often

expect a lot of yapping, reblogs, as well as drabbles for fandoms outside of jjk such as, but not limited to, genshin impact, hsr, wuwa.

𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓎𝓂𝑒 ୭ ˚.

#divider by enchanthings #second divider by cafekitsune #third divider by @𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 #all pictures and artwork from pinterest

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luneariaa · 1 year ago

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⋆. 🪻 ASTRORUM CUSTOS .

── .✦ an ex-noble, the confidante and the healer.

☀︎ ݁ ˖ john constantine's solis, morpheus' starlight, dick grayson's moonlight, shoko's gf.

✰ ݁ ˖ cass, aria • she/they • 20 • infp • virgo • part-time writer • multi + NOT SPOILER FREE ♡ !!

masterlist .

LATEST WORKS : —

"were you asleep?" - kenji s.

╰┈➤ unable to fall asleep for the night due to your troubled thoughts, you decided to call on kenji.

VISITS – DICK G.

╰┈➤ to which, but now during a rainy day, dick grayson pays you his usual visit.

REDEUNTES – MORPHEUS .

╰┈➤ after witnessing your supposed 'death', Morpheus didn't expect to see you once more, but this time, in the Dreaming.

✧ last updated : 26/02/25.

☁︎ @luneariaa — all works are purely written by me. reposting any of my fanfic works are strictly prohibited. reblogs are welcomed.

semi-active // working. + queued posts. requests are closed for now. English isn't my native language.

#pinned post #some info #dividers by cafekitsune #dividers by strangergraphics #dividers by enchanthings

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cupidvision · 7 months ago

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𝕡𝕒𝕔- 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥

how to choose? close your eyes, clear your mind, and open your intuition. then think about the numbers, the images, the feeling they give you. then choose🍄‍🟫🍂🍁

dividers by @ioveartfilm @enchanthings @dollywons @plutism @cafekitsune

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signs: im hearing the color blue (throat chakra) , and water. sagittarius, moon, cancer, capricorn, 10, 2, 12

10 of wands, the high priestess

your being too hard on yourself about being a burden to others or feeling like you aren’t responsible enough. i feel as if no matter what you do, it feels like your never working hard enough, or your not pushing yourself enough. this is capricorn energy to me, so if your a capricorn or have those placements, you can relate to this a lot. (you don’t have to be a capricorn ofc.) im also seeing that you don’t feel like your in your highest vibration right now, or in your divine energy. you also make not trust yourself because you feel like your not enough and like you can’t get things done. you don’t like showing your vulnerable side, or your feminine side too. you may feel you’re not feminine enough as well. im also seeing you don’t feel pure enough.

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signs: music came in my lead lol, 8, 21, 1, infinity, scorpio, virgo, saturn, capricorn, water signs

8 of pentacles reversed, the world, ace of cups

you are way too hard on yourself about being perfect and you feel as if your too lazy or the moment you want to relax, you view it as being lazy and uninspired. it’s okay to relax and have moments where you don’t feel like doing anything. you are an over achiever, and you want to accomplish a million things at once without a break or taking a minute to smell the roses. you only feel fulfilled when your when your constantly working and the only way you get a sense of validation is through work as well. i’m seeing that you need to love yourself a lot more. i feel like all this love and passion and work your putting into other things can also be put into you. the cup of work is full, the cup of passion is full, but the cup of self love is empty. i’m also seeing that this ace of cup energy can mean that your too hard on yourself for being a bad partner

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signs: 10, 13, virgo , scorpio, taurus, aries

10 of pentacles, death, knight of pentacles

your too hard on yourself about money and being successful. you feel like your not working hard enough and if you have a family, im seeing that you want to be able to support them and provide for them. you want to be responsible, and im hearing “man of the house” in my head. this doesn’t have to be a literal sense, you just wanna feel like everything is under control. im also seeing that you may have a job that pays well right now, but it could be exhausting and you want to end it. but im seeing that you know if you quit then you wont be financially stable anymore or you will struggles and that scares you. but you should know that your doing good for yourself right now and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself about not doing enough. you are providing enough !

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