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•Venus in Groom persona chart •

• FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, ENJOY •

✨ MASTERLIST

(I totally forgot about this series 🙂, so here I am with Venus in Groom persona chart)

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Venus in 1st house:

Prince charming, tall , handsome and attractive spouse. Has beautiful eyes that Captivate your attention. Appreciates luxury, comfort and sensual pleasures. Could be a romantic at heart with a deep appreciation for love stories. May have talents in music , art or any creative pursuits. People wants to be with them , could be some sort of influencer. Also, maybe a natural people pleaser. May have a secret talent for improvisational comedy or witty banter.

Venus in 2nd house:

Sturdy build or have athletic physique. A hard worker, who values financial security. Very loyal spouse. Acts or service and gift giving could be their love language. Could have a strong connection to family traditions or cultural heritage. They could have a thing for collecting unique items. May have a secret talent for cooking and baking. Loves nature and gardening. Excels in banking or in family business.

Venus in 3rd house:

Possibly has youthful appearance (even if they are older than you). Enjoys mental stimulation. Has talents for writing or public speaking. Also can be a good singer too. May have secret love for leaning new languages. Likes brain teasers or puzzles. Some sort of content creator? May have strong connection with their siblings and friends. Possibly has a fascination with technology or gadgets.

Venus in 4th house:

Possibly has soft, rounded features. They values hone life and very protective and Caring towards their loved one.may have strong connection to their family traditions. Enjoys cooking, decorating or other domestic pursuits. Very intuitive spouse. Possibly has a fascination with antiques or vintage items. Has ability to transform emotional pain into something beautiful and meaningful . Spending time with their loved ones is their love language.

Venus in 5th house:

Has youthful and radiant appearance. Possibly has a playful and mischievous glint in their eye , has a talent for fashion and design. Enjoys risks and trying new things. Loves music , drama, art and any other creative pursuits. May have a strong connection to their inner child. Loves to shine and be the centre of the attention. Some kind of content creator maybe. Hopeless romantic at heart. May have a talent for writing or reading fantasy stories to create elaborate imaginary worlds.

Venus in 6th house:

May have slender or athletic build. Passion or interest in health and wellness / service oriented activities. Values long term commitment, very loyal spouse. May have a talent for energetic healing or reiki. Possess talents for finding creative solutions to everyday problems. They will listen to your every word very closely. Maintains a good body and health. Suprise gifts and heartfelt letters are the love languages. possibly has talent in writing or in journalism.

Venus in 7th house:

Possibly has a strong sense of style and enjoys dressing up. They will love you the most. May have strong magnetic attraction to your beauty. A excellent listener and have a strong ability to understand their partner's needs. Collaboration is the main theme in this relationship ( collaboration in artistic pursuits or any business). They believe in idea of soulmates or twinflmaes . Others admires their beauty so much.

Venus in 8th house:

May have a powerful, intense and dark gaze. They will be attracted to the beauty of your body and sensual expression.also may possess magnetic presence that attracts others to them(Obsessive energy is present too). You can openly share your secrets with them , they will never tell a soul. Could be very spiritual and has knowledge about esoteric things ( tarot, astrology). May have a dark romantic streak or a fascination with unknown.

Venus in 9th house:

Probably big and tall build. May Have interests in foreign cultures/ may have attraction to foreign peoples or people very different to them. May have radiant or philosophical gaze. They are drawn to higher education where they can expand their knowledge. Very spiritual. Their knowledge and words inspire others. Maybe interested in mystical arts and practices such as meditation, yoga or energy healing.

Venus in 10th house:

May have a strong build. May posses a leadership position in the society. Possibly drawn to careers in arts, design or media, also humanitarian field and possess charismatic and charming public persona. Very responsible spouse. Also may have interest in fashion, beauty or any creative industries. May posses some kind of media presence. Possibly may recieve awards or recognition for their work. May have knack for forming successful collaborations or partnerships.

Venus in 11th house:

Possibly has tall or lanky build. Quirky or unconventional appearance. May have a strong desire to help others. They thinks outside the box. Maybe passionate about technology, innovation or progressive ideas. Passionate about science and engineering and mathematics. Involved in social justice and human rights. Possibly has a talent for finding innovative solution to complex problems. Their work inspire others.

Venus in 12th house:

May have dreamy or ethereal quality to their appearance. Has slender or delicate build. Possibly has a talent for art, music or any other creative expression. Passionate about spirituality , and other metaphysical subjects. May have interest in esoteric studies(tarot, astrology). May have intuitive relationships or sense their partners emotions. Possibly some sort of content creator. possibly engages in selfless service or volunteer work.

Thanks for reading ✨

- PIKO 💙

[gazeofseer]

.ೃ࿐ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 .ೃ࿐

'Life happens once in a momentum in the arms of love, where one expands, envelopes and endears the feel and essence of another life..more than an imagination could smolder less than a strike of a memory it is something so deep it soft yet wavering, painfully so healing'

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'Delight, Tender, Soft, Endearing, & Alluring'

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There is an alluring energy which touches you before it reaches to your heart it is your heart, your sensitive yet stern energy, you feel things first and then think about it later but still it works the best for you I can see you tear up in agony with a smile you know this is life and it is not for the weak ones, it takes efforts of each day to feel it and make it happen everyday.💙🌊

Channeled message from your soulmate/lover

'You felt me last night? I tried to feel you through a hug I gave to myself to know that you may need it to..' 💖🌸

'Energy Is your Intimacy, you like being touched energetically, on a level of magnetic state of vibration and it becomes easy for you to feel the person's life that you love..'

'Words there is something special about exchange of few and suddenly finding or listening to words that feel profound you can try languages to learn..'

'Verg few of you reading this especially if you have water dominant you can have ruffled anxiety which can be calmed with comfort it acts more like a therapy to you by being in a blanket and napping around..'

I see you are not too much into sensual stuff, but you did love kissing I see you always fantasize about having a kiss that feels delightful and stays longer in your heart.

Guidance : Nourish your energy as much as you cherish it sit alone and let yourself clean up too. Through yoga, meditation or journaling..!!

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Safe, Space, Ease, Wind, Natural, Winter

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You know when you know, you have a great intellect of read when you are in a room full of people, knowing who intends for what be it a touch or a say, but this leaves you in a long hour of overthinking which came be quite exhausting, even in pain you turn numb and isolate yourself, Not independent vibes but too much of expectations vibes you plan and manifest, manifesting on a intend and hitting with no aim at the end makes you feel anxious..no end makes you anxious being stuck and stuff.

Channeled message from your spouse ;

'Dear, Calm down I am whispering peace of assurance by your side, my love won't fall off nor do your life will take it down slow, it is not about race, or people's gaze it is about you love and can't see you worry in vain..' ☘️✨

Touch, And that safe touch you crave from your mother's cuddle and your sister's warmth, the ones you get from touching a baby's cheek you are ethereal and you seek that intimacy in touches of world.

Humor is a very part of your Intimacy not dark ones but ones that just makes you surprised and comes unexpectedly.

Objects, Antiques, have a special intimacy where you feel and touch and feel as if it is yours only yours and it makes you feel content.

Unlike comfort, something stable makes you feel intimately enveloping you are like that bird who loves to feel the ounce of touch of grounds one and then.

Guidance : Do not stop thinking nor do pause, just stop making it the only thing to exist, your thoughts are just impressions that can't leave but needs to be accepted and let it go like wise.

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Sensual, Involvement, Nourishing, Efforts

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You have major trust issues people turned their back on you in the midway without giving you any clarity or keeping you hung in ignorance and left, they used you for their own benefit and when they had no use of your anymore they left you before you could. This left a deep mark on you get a wisdom that nobody is responsible for the way you feel. People will be happy or sad they don't care what you feel so you have to care the way you feel.

Channeled message from lover/family ;

'I know people have left a hole in you that I can't fill in, but can't I even try once to touch and see if that is empty or just covered in the shade of memories..?'

Sorry but a little pain makes you feel then happiness could, you sense the sorrow first due to which some mental pain affects you physically but you find the hauntingly intense and needful but great that you heal from it like you turn it into your power.

Reality & truth is your best radar to operate from as it keeps you awake and far from any kinds of betrayals or deprivation.

Logical and strategic execution or shall I say out loud that a little seek of perfection feels so good to you. But good control.

You enjoy sensual retreat, be it getting a massage, spa or you seek long hours of release where you get involved in the moment of it's raw nature be it sex or any other retreat.

Guidance : Protection is good as long as perseverance is, anything above is a mere instinct pessimism.

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Caressing, Kisses, Whispers, Tears, Hand locks.

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The masculine and feminine energy is at play, where you be either of it when needed people get confused a lot, about you being different from what they thought you to be. There is a sense of gloom to you but you have one feet at the ground held at hindrance you are a lazy being physically but your mind has many worlds that you have created since childhood, be it one with your person, the one of your career, the one with your family, and much more..oof.

Channeled message from dream person ;

'I do exist in your dream, but what makes you stand apart from your reality is the nightmares I carry as a part of me..'

Your thinking and mind is your Intimacy where you delve into the depths of possibilities in your head and it gives you more fresh perspective on life too.

You love holding hands, something about fingers especially of the back of your hands you may even tattoo on it with pen/henna.

You love quick and witty kisses that of like a one from a sudden space but more tempted and you saw it coming.

Flirting is a part of your Intimacy too because you can't do it with anyone so easily unless they are really close..quite close.

Guidance : It's okay to dream, but doesn't that hurt at times ? It's okay we shall embrace our limit to exist being a human after all.

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i love you's

pairing ▸ boyfriend!hiphop line x gn!reader genre ▸ headcannon, domestic fluff, fluff, slight suggestive warnings ▸ food [lmk if there are more !!] wc ▸ 541

eun's notes ▸ i miss writing sm :(( BUT IM PROUD TO BE ABLE TO POST AGAIN!! just a filler post for now bc ik i will get some ideas soon. enjoy, my doves! ★

seungcheol ▸ his i love you’s can be found in hushed giggles and gummy smiles. another smile-line is another year of laughter as two. oversized hoodies and messy hair under bucket hats. i love you’s don’t seem to be words, they are the ideas of you, the actions for you. it is decided he’d move mountains for a lover like you, after all. i love you’s are in the hand placements on your waist when you two are walking in crowded places. its found in his eyes when he checks both sides of the street before walking with you, hands intertwined like ribbons. its found in the ink of his cards that go with every gift. he finds endless excuses to give you them but really, you are the reason of his giving.

wonwoo ▸ i love you’s are in his fingers. tying your stubborn and unruly strands of hair when you wash your hands. when he feeds you the good parts of his lunch bowl. he says i love you’s when he brings you home the snack you were eyeing in the grocery a few weeks ago. he checks everyday to see if its in stock. leaning in and licking his lips when you’re talking to him. his eyes lower down to your mouth, watching as words are formed by the second. i love you’s are in his glances, watching to see if you really enjoy playing animal crossing with him. tender hearts. an antique book store. its smell hanging on to your coats in the winter. i love you’s are in the moments together, because where else would they be?

mingyu ▸ its the second you wake, the aroma of breakfast finding your nostrils. i love you’s are found in the things for you. whether its to cook you a late night snack, or drive you to your errands. the hands that write you letters, hidden all around your room. its found in the silence, head to chest, and the series of lights as the two of you continue to watch the movie.i love you’s are his expressions; ranging from the way his lips curve into a toothy grin while watching you laugh, or the words that roll off him tongue that seem to just make you melt. his i love you’s are in the candles you like. the late nights. the steaming dinner and record player in the back. candle lights dancing in his eyes.

vernon ▸ it’s the paper flowers that flap in the wind, the ones handcrafted with love the night before because he’s allergic to real ones. i love you’s are in the endless playlists he makes, whether burning them on cd’s or adding them to mix tapes. they always have a small dedication, for you are the notes of his life. i love you’s are the things he does for you that seem to suddenly appear. the jacket on your knees when you’re in a skirt, the drink with the specific sugar level. his i love you’s are found in the giggles behind the photos he sends. you can’t tell if the silliness is on purpose or your love is just like that. its the smell of sunlight. the one that seeps between buildings as the two of you walk down the side walk.

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[letterful]

Romanticism is the primitive, the untutored, it is youth, life, the exuberant sense of life of the natural man, but it is also pallor, fever, disease, decadence, the maladie de siècle, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, the Dance of Death, indeed Death itself. It is Shelley's dome of many-coloured glass, and it is also his white radiance of eternity. It is the confused teeming fullness and richness of life, Fülle des Lebens, inexhaustible multiplicity, turbulence, violence, conflict, chaos, but also it is peace, oneness with the great `I Am', harmony with the natural order, the music of the spheres, dissolution in the eternal all-containing spirit. It is the strange, the exotic, the grotesque, the mysterious, the supernatural, ruins, moonlight, enchanted castles, hunting horns, elves, giants, griffins, falling water, the old mill on the Floss, darkness and the powers of darkness, phantoms, vampires, nameless terror, the irrational, the unutterable.

Also it is the familiar, the sense of one's unique tradition, joy in the smiling aspect of everyday nature, and the accustomed sights and sounds of contented, simple, rural folk — the sane and happy wisdom of rosy-checked sons of the soil. It is the ancient, the historic, it is Gothic cathedrals, mists of antiquity, ancient roots and the old order with its unanalysable qualities, its profound but inexpressible loyalties, the impalpable, the imponderable.

Also it is the pursuit of novelty, revolutionary change, concern with the fleeting present, desire to live in the moment, rejection of knowledge, past and future, the pastoral idyll of happy innocence, joy in the passing instant, a sense of timelessness. It is nostalgia, it is reverie, it is intoxicating dreams, it is sweet melancholy and bitter melancholy, solitude, the sufferings of exile, the sense of alienation, roaming in remote places, especially the East, and in remote times, especially the Middle Ages.

But also it is happy co-operation in a common creative effort, the sense of forming part of a Church, a class, a party, a tradition, a great and all-containing symmetrical hierarchy, knights and retainers, the ranks of the Church, organic social ties, mystic unity, one faith, one land, one blood, `la terre et les morts', as Barrès said, the great society of the dead and the living and the yet unborn. It is the Toryism of Scott and Southey and Wordsworth, and it is the radicalism of Shelley, Büchner and Stendhal. It is Chateaubriand's aesthetic medievalism, and it is Michelet's loathing of the Middle Ages. It is Carlyle's worship of authority, and Hugo's hatred of authority. It is extreme nature mysticism, and extreme anti-naturalist aestheticism. It is energy, force, will, youth, life, étalage du moi; it is also self-torture, self-annihilation, suicide. It is the primitive, the unsophisticated, the bosom of nature, green fields, cow-bells, murmuring brooks, the infinite blue sky.

No less, however, it is also dandyism, the desire to dress up, red waistcoats, green wigs, blue hair, which the followers of people like Gérard de Nerval wore in Paris at a certain period. It is the lobster which Nerval led about on a string in the streets of Paris. It is wild exhibitionism, eccentricity, it is the battle of Ernani, it is ennui, it is taedium vitae, it is the death of Sardanopolis, whether painted by Delacroix, or written about by Berlioz or Byron. It is the convulsion of great empires, wars, slaughter and the crashing of worlds. It is the romantic hero — the rebel, l'homme fatale, the damned soul, the Corsairs, Manfreds, Giaours, Laras, Cains, all the population of Byron's heroic poems. It is Melmoth, it is Jean Sbogar, all the outcasts and Ishmaels as well as the golden-hearted courtesans and the noble-hearted convicts of nineteenth-century fiction. It is drinking out of the human skull, it is Berlioz who said he wanted to climb Vesuvius in order to commune with a kindred soul. It is Satanic revels, cynical irony, diabolical laughter, black heroes, but also Blake's vision of God and his angels, the great Christian society, the eternal order, and `the starry heavens which can scarce express the infinite and eternal of the Christian soul'.

It is, in short, unity and multiplicity. It is fidelity to the particular, in the paintings of nature for example, and also mysterious tantalising vagueness of outline. It is beauty and ugliness. It is art for art's sake, and art as an instrument of social salvation. It is strength and weakness, individualism and collectivism, purity and corruption, revolution and reaction, peace and war, love of life and love of death.

— from Isaiah Berlin's The Roots of Romanticism.

[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day seven and eight

Virginity | Waxplay | Stuck in Wall

Breeding | Gore | Master & Slave

third person reader because that is how it turned out oops

Sequel here

Thomas Hewitt

The day had finally come.

The wedding dress is older than the bride. The bride is considered an adult in every part of the world, in basically every sense. And yet she still wears a dress that Luda Mae had brought for herself a long time ago, back when she had hopes for a whole other life that had never come to pass. It’s obvious why she’s doing this, but it’s harmless in comparison to everything else about the situation.

One interaction had been all it had taken for this deal to be worked out. The bride had come from a family of carnival workers that had passed through Travis County that had decided to stick around, her mother becoming friendly with Luda Mae despite the two of them living seemingly very different lives. All the girl had done was shyly ask Tommy about his job at the slaughterhouse as she offered him a bowl of the chili she had brought over. This was some good meat. I bet you had something to do with it. And Luda Mae had noticed the shift in her son’s body language, how he wasn’t as on guard as he normally was for a moment.

It had started as joke between the two mothers. And then they had started seriously discussing it. It made sense. The pool of candidates was already small and neither of their children were exactly…popular. The bride had struggled to finish school after fighting tooth and nail to get in. Thomas had dropped out. Their families were already close. And then, the tornado happened, killing the bride’s father. It was as good a time as any, they had figured. The town was dying slowly, the writing was on the wall. They needed to make it happen before the bride left town for good.

And so, they had wound up in the backyard of the house, the town preacher pronouncing the young couple man and wife, on edge due to the gun that Charlie had aimed at him, ready to pull the trigger if this marriage wound up not being true in the eyes of the lord. While he didn’t believe in that shit, Luda Mae did and his sister’s word was law in their home. The bride was a vision in antique white, her voice trembling as she said ‘I do’. Thomas only grunted in response, Charlie snapping ‘the boy damn well does!’ when the preacher tried to get the larger man to speak.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Luda Mae says to the bride after the cake has been cut and everyone is milling about the yard, the preacher nowhere to be seen. He would never be seen again, but no one would notice or care. “You always had a kind word for my boy.”

And for the first time since her hesitantly uttered vows, the bride speaks. “Of course. He’s a good boy. This was all just a little fast, Mrs. Luda Mae.” But that was intentional, something she would realize later. The mother of the bride had all but dragged her down the aisle. The woman had cried, wailed as she told her daughter that she need to do this, so she could be taken care of, implying that it wouldn’t be long until the bride’s parents were reunited.

After the party, the happy couple was led upstairs, where they were to stay all night. “I want a grandbaby by next spring,” Luda Mae instructed. It wasn’t the wistful dreaming of a woman who yearned to more little ones to spoil. Well, it was, but her tone was that of an order. They were going to grow the family, one way or another.

The room was dim, the sun peeking through the curtains. Thomas makes no move to take off his mask, choosing to just stare at his new wife as she walked towards the bed. The dress is pulled off, revealing a white slip covering her everyday undergarments. She folds it up, so it can be put away in the morning. Maybe it will even be used again one day. The sun shines down on her as she lays on the bed, waiting for him to join her.

“It’s alright. If you…want to.” She speaks softly, not approach him too closely. “I know your mama said that we have to, but I can wait.” Thomas is staring at her, watching her legs twitch slightly, fascinated by the dark peaks on her chest. Her breathing is steady, she’s not looking for an escape. Her eyes are meeting his whenever he allows it. Thomas knows what to do. He’s seen farm animals do it and Charlie had shown him a movie once, short and filthy. Luda Mae had found out about it and been cross for weeks.

The real thing is different. Thomas feels almost cornered as he tentatively touches the hem of the slip. His fingers graze her bare skin and he flinches, which makes her sit up and grab his hand.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” she coos, stroking his hand with her thumb. “Tommy…I know neither of us exactly wanted this to happen. But if it had to be anyone, I’m glad it was you. I’ve always liked you.” His face didn’t matter to her, she didn’t care that he had to hide what had been eaten away by the sickness inside of him. He wasn’t going to kiss her, he couldn’t get to that point. Not yet.

They needed to do what was expected of them first.

It takes a while, the sun is almost gone when Thomas is finally ready to get on top of her, still mostly dress, only his nice trousers unzipped. She’s naked, comfortable with allowing him to see, to explore. Her body is warm, soft, and he’s so hard it hurts until he pulls it out of his trousers. But he doesn’t put it in, not yet. He can’t quite manage that last little bit of movement, not yet.

“It could happen, Tommy. Us havin’ a baby because of tonight.” She strokes his arm, not touching his face, not until he’s ready. And maybe that won’t be tonight. “I like the idea. Go on and feel how much, darlin’.” She spreads her legs slightly to let him know he could touch her. His prodding fingers found something warm and wet, and when he pushes, a finger slips inside. “It’s good when it’s wet like that. Means I’m excited. Like you are now.”

Another fingers joins the first and she gasps, but she doesn’t stop him. “We could make a baby tonight. You and me…” The images start coming to Thomas as he fingers explore her. His wife’s belly swollen with their child, her tits full of milk, everyone knowing that she belonged to him and only him-

He’s inside of her before he can stop himself. She gasps, grabbing onto his shoulders as his cock fills her up. Her breasts bounce as he thrusts, slow and experimental at first. “Good boy, good boy,” she whispers, her body suddenly filles with sensations she’s never felt before. Thomas is equally overwhelmed, she’s so warm and wet and good and hot and everything he’s ever wanted. She’s gripping onto him tightly, he’s in awe of the sight of himself inside of her.

Thick fingers stuff his seed back inside of her after he’s done, and he prays for the first time in years that it worked.

[lmanburgseulogy]

Hey, yk, I'm really missing some c!niki hcs :]

L’MANBURG C!NIKI MY LOVE!!!!

• Sewed multiple L‘manburg flags overtime, not just the one on display. Her personal favorite is one made out of floral fabrics, the same of which lines her uniform.

• Once replaced the scum window sign with “visitors!” but it only lasted a day because Tommy and Jack changed it back to the original.

• Often goes on top of the L‘manburg hills to get away. She loves to lay in the tall grasses or wade in the water

• Plays acoustic guitar at their campfires, but she often follows Wilbur‘s lead instead of taking over

• Taught all of lmancrew how to do cartwheels

• For every time someone lost a canon life she put a potted poppy in the camarvan‘s window

• Has a free cookie jar for children 12 and under and also Wilbur. Because if she doesn‘t say he can take it he will steal and some battles aren‘t worth fighting

• Hate‘s wearing her uniform‘s hat and refuses to except for portraits

• Never actually watched hamilton, so misses a lot of their references

• Has the whole sleeping get up. With the candle. You know what i‘m talking about I know you do

• Once took a box cutter to some aluminum cans lids. Now they drink out of them like cups! Keeps lemonade really cold!

• Writes a lot of poetry. Most of them are odes to really weird things -> has a two person poetry club with Wilbur that they get really into. They meet in the bakery’s kitchen!

• Has adopted a stray kitten named Pebbles that stays in the bakery a lot. She also baked it cat treats!

• Only one with a bow instead of a cravat

• Carries around a messenger bag that is just filled with scones. For emergencies of course

• Had a horse named Shortcake that got killed in the pet war. Sorry I just like to think Lmancrew were a bunch of horsegirls

• Wears an antique ring everyday that her grandmother gave her. She ended up selling it during Manburg arc as a last resort to get food.

• Only wears mismatched socks intentionally

• When out of uniform wears a lot of flared jeans

• Doesn‘t often wear eyeliner at this point, but instead a lot of mascara that ends up smearing.

• Has oddly large eyes and DIMPLES!!!!

• Comically short. A little bug even. Also she‘s not skinny in L‘manburg die to my blade

• Bushy eyebrows + wears reading glasses!!!!

• Hair texture changes depending on what season it is, wavy in summer and is straight by winter

• Giggles when people call her sir sorrryyyy i can’t help but project

[antiquarianfics]

Timeless

Reader wonders how their life might have looked different in 1944, but they know they still would have loved Bucky Barnes.

Author's Note: I have not written fanfiction in years, merely lurking and reading. However, "Timeless" (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) just screams Bucky x Reader to me. I had to come back. So, enjoy. :) Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bucky Barnes x G!N Reader WC: 725 words

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"What was it like?" You spoke hesitantly, choosing your words carefully as you break the comfortable silence where you and Bucky had been quietly looking at the antiques and knickknacks around the small store.

"What was what like?" Bucky looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

You nudge him with your shoulder.

"Hush, I was getting there," you laugh. "What was it like in the '40s?"

Bucky had told you plenty about his life both pre and post Winter Soldier; however, you still felt like asking again.

Bucky smiled softly, looking up and around the room. "It was hectic. We had just entered the war and everyone was panicking. I remember Ma and Becca were practically begging me not to enlist." He pauses, gathering his thoughts. His mother and sister were hard for him to talk about sometimes, so you grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"It was funny, though. After enlisting, I felt like I was on top of the world. I was proud to join, y'know? Think Ma and Becca were proud of me, too. Just scared."

"Understandable," you agree. You bite your lip, thinking. "Did enlisting get you a girlfriend?"

Bucky blows out air in a stifled laugh. "No, but it didn't hurt my game," he teases.

You roll your eyes before settling on an old photograph in a catch-all sort of box labeled "Photographs: 25¢ each." The photo was lying neatly on top of the others, practically calling you toward it like a siren to a sailor. You begin moving towards it, letting Bucky's hand fall out of your grasp as you go to pick it up.

"Why do you ask?" Bucky questions, coming up to stand behind you at the photo box. He gently slides his arms around your body, hugging you from behind, gazing at the photograph over your shoulder.

You hum. "I don't know; I guess all this old stuff just got me thinking."

Bucky stays silent, letting you pull your thoughts together.

"You think this would've been us?" You ask.

The photo you were drawn to was of a '30s couple smiling and laughing on the porch of their first home. You didn't know who these people were, obviously, but you recognized them as you and Bucky. It was a strange feeling, and you hoped Bucky would understand it, too.

"Oh, for sure. I woulda been crazy about you back then," Bucky smiles, imagining you in his time. "You in victory rolls, the long skirts, out dancing? God, you know I would've been talking you up."

You giggle, feeling flustered. "I would've married you, bought you a house, given you kids, whatever you wanted," he continues. "I would've had the prettiest person in all of space and time sending me off to war."

You frown slightly. "You know, for people who fight bad guys and aliens on a regular basis, I really don't like the idea of sending you off to war. It's too dangerous. You might fall off a train, or something."

Bucky laughs, poking you in the side. "Come on, now."

"No, seriously. I hate it. I pray every night that you'll come back unscathed when you go on missions with Sam, and... I just can't imagine having to rely on letters or not being able to just go with you," you take a breath, grounding yourself. You realize you're working yourself up.

"I would have, though."

"Would've what?"

"Relied on the letters. I would've read them every night, and write you just as much. Telling you not to be stupid and not die. I would've sat by the mailbox everyday just to get your letters and know you're alright."

Bucky grins. "I would've come back. For you."

"If you could've just gone back, don't you think you would have?"

"Nah," Bucky dismisses the thought. "If I hadn't fallen off that train, I'd be ancient or dead right now and I wouldn't have gotten to love you."

You set the photo back down in the box before turning around in Bucky's arms. You slide your arms around his neck and he lets his fall to your waist.

"I'm serious," he says when the two of you make eye contact. "What we got, Doll? It's timeless. I was gonna end up in your arms one way or another."

You lean up and kiss him.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5917

Jalsa, Mumbai Apr/May/ 30/1, 2024 Tue/Wed 3:34 AM

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May 01 .. birthday greetings to Ef Anat Magen .. Ef Zalina Tidjieva .. and Ef Hitee Arrora .. ❤️🙏🏻🚩

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It comes on to the day next and still there is enough within to continue despite the dictat to get to bed early ..

But early be the writing for them that shall never understand the Ef post Blog connect .. and so here we are ..

Last day post was a bit literary and philosophical .. but it gives me pride that I am in the capacity to be able to bring remembrance and the genius of Babuji to all here ..

More shall follow I do hope and wish .. for the legacy of unmeasured capability of poet writer thinker shall ever be eternal ..

"मेरा attitude romantic abandon का है । बादलों को भी मैंने ये अधिकार दे दिया है, की मुझे जहां चाहें वहाँ ले जायें । 'प्रेरे' के प्रयोग पर मुझे बड़ा संतोष है - ख़ुशी भी - कविता का एक काम ये भी है, पुराने - अप्रयुक्त - विस्मृत शब्दों को नव अर्थ देकर नव जीवन देना । इससे भाषा अपनी जड़ों की गहराई के प्रति सचेत होती है । खड़ी बोली सब कुछ नया गढ़ने के आग्रह में सतही हो गई है । उसके शब्द, वाक्य, रूपक, लय, लहजे किसी समय - सम्मानित pedigree ( कुलीनता ?) ( वंशावली, वुप्त पत्ति, उत्पत्ति, शब्द साधन, वंश) का सबूत या संकेत नहीं देते । नवीनता अपने प्रयोगों में अधिक venturesome होती है जब उसके पीछे प्राचीनता का बल या आधार हो ।"

( वंशावली, वुप्त पत्ति, उत्पत्ति, शब्द साधन, वंश ) my additions, because Babuji put a ? after his word mean for pedigree

( a random mention in his Pravas ki Diary )

"My attitude is of romantic abandon . I have given the liberty and the right, even to the clouds, to take me wherever they desire. The use of the word 'प्रेरे' - prayre, (in one of the words in his poem under mention) gives me great satisfaction , and a happiness too - the job of a poem is also that it take the older - words not in use - forgotten, and give them a fresh new meaning, and give them a new life ... in doing so it gives a consciousness, a mindful alert, to the very roots of a language .. खड़ी बोली khadi boli - a form of language speak , pure in its content but ruralised and spoken in the interiors , in its firmed attempt to do something new has become far too superficial .. its words, sentences, its graph , at some point of time, do not give it the pedigree testimony it had .. a freshness, a modernity is greatly more venturesome in its use , when it has the backing of the strength of age and antiquity .."

"... a freshness, a modernity is greatly more venturesome in its use , when it has the backing of the strength of age and antiquity .."

such graceful observation .. not just in the realm of the use of language, but in our everyday existence ..

Is it not .. ?

My love ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[35mmproject]

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[devilst0at]

We need Dale headcanons for like his everyday life. What do you think he does? How many times does this man jack off a day😭

I feel like he probably doesn’t do much, to be honest 😭 yes, there is probably some jacking off involved because wtf else is he gonna do. Poor thing is probably lonely and bored. Making dolls would take up the majority of his time I feel like, they’re his duty and really his life’s main purpose. I feel like he does everything to serve the devil in a way, but also parts of the real him do show through his interests and such.

Maybe.. sleeps, takes little naps when he’s bored, writes, maybe listens to music or sits on the floor and strums on the electric guitar he has, organizes and cleans, and every once in a while goes on a little outing. Obviously he goes to the hardware store/craft store to pick up supplies for his dolls, but I could also see him going to used bookstores every once in a while, scanning the occult section for anything he didn’t see last time. Maybe he would also go to small antique or thrift stores and just kinda shuffle around awkwardly.

He probably doesn't have much of a normal routine since he's constantly in that basement. His idea of time must be somewhat warped. I mean, I imagine he would probably stay up into the night and early morning sometimes and then nod off while reading and not wake up until afternoon. I wonder what he eats, does Ruth make him food or does he buy stuff for himself? It's not like he'd have a stove down there though, and he would need to eat actual food eventually so I think Ruth probably brings him stuff at least once a day. I feel like he’d probably snack on popcorn, pretzels, pudding cups, fritos etc in between meals, just lame easy to store snacks. I would love to make him a nice meal like steak or something and give him a kiss on the forehead like here bbg let me take care of you :[

I feel like he’d be lonely and bored when he isn’t making dolls 😭 Maybe sometimes he’d lay on his bed and just stare off into nothing, thinking about things, sulking. Or he’d go for a drive and not go anywhere in particular, just staring off into the wilderness and the trees passing him until it gets dark and then going home, as much as Ruth’s house can be home. Maybe sometimes he likes to listen to music and do his makeup, we see in some younger shots that he used to and maybe still does wear some eyeshadow, so perhaps for fun or to feel better he’d do some makeup in front of his little mirror, look at himself for a bit then wear it til he goes to bed. Maybe do something cute like lipsinc in front of the mirror or try on his old clothes. I could also see him picking up sewing or something, especially for making clothes for his dolls.

Let’s be fr, he also probably has a collection of old fashioned porno magazines, judging from the fact that he has pinups on his walls… I think he’s mostly just kinda sad and washed up though, there’s obviously a lot of personality and also genuine talent in him but the duty he’s been chosen to serve and therefore the life he must live doesn’t always allow for that to shine all the way through. Still, he does what he can to maintain some semblance of purpose and individuality outside of being a servant for the devil.

[snowyavis]

Pirot Kilim ornaments

Чурлињак (čurlinjak) - The most basic motif, representing a cross section of the lower part of the whisk for mixing ingredients (called čurlinjak).

Врашко колено (Devil's knee) - The motif comes from the pre-Christian Slavic religion. It symbolises movement in circles (kolo dance) and the flow of life, and provides strength, bravery and defense against evil.

Корњача/жељка (turtle) - The most popular pattern of the Pirot Kilim. It symbolises durability and longevity and brings fertility, healthy life and protection from danger.

Ченђели (čenđeli) - Represents a grappling hook mounted on a wooden pole, used for hanging things.

Бомбе (bombs) - It beard this name due to its semblance to handgranades, but the motif has existed since before handgrandes were invented. It provides strength and energy, especially to men, so the kilims with this motif were usually gifted to boys for their life milestones.

Гуштер (lizard) - This pattern probably originates from modified depictions of dragons. It represents laziness and indifference, but also change, flexibility and adaptation to the world.

Ђулови (roses) - It represents a stylised cross section of a rose, showing both the exterior as well as the pistils, anthers and seeds inside. It is symbolises a young woman and her beauty. Kilims with this motif are often gifted to daughters by their mothers. Different variations of this motif exist, some of which (the roses on shackles) were, according to legends, made as rebellion of kilim weavers against the Ottoman repression.

Ђаволчићи (Little Devils) - The devil is represented as a human figure turned upside down, with the devil's head turned towards the underworld, and a bird on the other side representing the heaven.

Гугутка (dove) - Birds protect from evil spirits and diseases and connect the earth and sky. It represents family harmony, love, peace and joy, and as such kilims with this motif are often gifted to new homeowners. This motif can often be seen arranged around a pole, representing a tree full of birds.

Атапот (atapot) - It represents an octopus, and the name probably came from a distorted pronunciation of the word oktopod (octopus).

Француске бомбоне (French candies) - This motif was probably inspired by silk candy wrapped in decorative paper and brought to Serbia from distant lands. According to a folk story, when the French soldiers liberated Pirot in the First World War in 1918, the kilim weavers designed this pattern as a sign of gratitude.

Столица (chair) - It represents an antique chair and the inspiration for this pattern came from the everyday life of the kilim weavers.

Тиче (tiče) - It represents a small bird.

Source: "Ornaments of Serbia: the Pirot Kilim" by Milica Živadinović. Art by me.

[jinxed-sinner]

Alright so I've known about the theory that Alastor's colorblind for a few days now but I kinda wanna analyze it a bit more because I have access to a colorblindness simulator.

First of all, deer are dichromatic, which basically means instead of having three types of photoreceptors that respond to color (as humans usually do), they have two. Deer specifically are red-green colorblind, so their photoreceptors don't respond to red. This can also happen in humans, which is where colorblindness comes from. There are three types of colorblindness (protanopia, deuteranopia, and tritanopia) and two types of red-green colorblindness (protanopia and deuteranopia). Deer colorblindness as translated into humans would be severe protanopia (complete red-blindness). With this in mind, I'll be going forward with this post based on the assumption that Alastor experiences protanopia.

So let's look through a few screenshots from Hazbin Hotel put through a protanopia filter. First of all, the bar that made Lucifer go "what in the unholy hell is that?!" because I think it's interesting:

Yeah, that definitely adds more color lol.

What about Al's room?

His bayou is definitely more vibrant than the rest of his room, I'll give him that.

What about Deer Man himself?

He kinda has this sepia look to him, which also makes him look old-timey. I kinda love it.

What about his radio tower?

It has the same effect of giving it this sepia, old-timey look.

How would this play into Alastor's character?

First of all, for reference, here's an example of sepia toning used in photography:

While it's definitely more brown, putting the reds of Hazbin through a protanopia filter has a similar vibe. Additionally, here's that same image put through a protanopia filter:

It's less brown because brown requires red, so when you take the red out of it it looks more green.

Here are some more screenshots put through a protanopia filter:

If he wasn't colorblind in life (and, if he is canonically colorblind, it wouldn't surprise me if it's not something he gained upon death) I don't doubt for a single second he spends everyday feeling like he's just seeing things as if they're antique photographs and completely owning it because the reds of the Pride Ring immediately look like an antique sepia picture if you take out all the red and that fits his vibe entirely.

[koiijournal]

Yandere!Doll x Male!Reader

★. . .Warning : Obssesive behaviour, Delusional yandere,Stalker,Possessive.

'You' / ('Name') is refering to the readers in the story . . . . ! This story is just purely fiction, anything from this story that is similar to any events are coincidence. This is the only page I'm writing in, the idea belongs to me, anywhere else aren't mine. I do not consent others to take the story without permission ^^ ! - English isn't my first language so please don't mind if there are mistakes and correct me if you would!

Yandere!Doll who was found by you years ago on a rainy day at a park, in a bad condition and scary looking. Even with that, you took him in and took care of him

Yandere!Doll who was touched by your kindness and thought that you love him as much as he loves you.

Yandere!Doll who begins seeing you as his new master, he was all dolled up and showered with affection everyday.

Yandere!Doll who especially enjoys it when you hug him to sleep, so warm in your arms.. If only he can stay forever and ever! That would be delightful so please hug him more, yea?

Yandere!Doll who always secretly gets ready to sit on the bed when you were in the bathroom, preparing to go to bed just so you would sleep together with him.

Yandere!Doll who would never let other kids touch him when you have a play date with your friends. Sometimes he purposely scares them just for you to be a social outcast and only focus on him.

Yandere!Doll who thinks that he should be the only friend you have, no one else is an exception not even your family.

Yandere!Doll who was afraid by your family and stays away from you and him together. Some says he would stare at them in hatred.

Yandere!Doll who was sold to an old antique shop without your consent, soon you slowly forgot about your childhood doll.

Yandere!Doll who was terribly heartbroken on that day, he felt like he would die without you, without his master.

Yandere!Doll who promised himself to find you even if he had to walk to the other side of the world, for you, it is possible. So praise him when he gets back to you, alright?

Yandere!Doll who years later, saw you walking past through the old antique shop in a high school uniform and a school bag.

Yandere!Doll who felt sad that you had already grown to a teenager without him by your side :(

Yandere!Doll who also felt a massive joy in him, he almost couldn't contain it. He was trembling and shaking, he felt like he had a heart, a heart who was bumping so hard and loud.

Yandere!Doll who was happy by just seeing you passing through the shop every day for school, but he starts missing the affection he had before..

Yandere!Doll who burst to happiness when you entered the shop on a fateful evening, looking around the calming atmosphere. Please notice me, master!

Yandere!Doll who immediately grabbed your attention, you gently bring him down from the shelves and admire him in your hand.

Yandere!Doll who you remembered from your childhood and immediately recollects the memory of you with him before. You almost jumped excitedly!

Yandere!Doll who was melting in your touch, shed a tear. He felt like it was the first time you had found him again.

Yandere!Doll who was happily carried by you out of the store, yay! You bought him now he's back to you!! As well as his obsession with you But you don't need to know that!

Yandere!Doll who won't let you go out of his grasp this time. Not anymore, never again. He will slowly join your life once again and be with you! Aah.. The feeling of your touch..! He misses it!! So so much.

"Please, let me be by your side,master! Hold me like you do before... Don't leave me like before.. I hate it when you do that,So.. Stay with me forever this time ♡."