#jasper blue matter

[vaskemire]

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[sunrisecaminus]

Hi I hope you having a wonderful day

May I request some sfw optimus x reader?

Message - I am having a great day actually! Also of course! Got to love the Prime once in a great while! I didn't know what to put as a story so I just made the human have a job.

Optimus x Mechanic Reader SFW

Summary - Optimus having a cute hang out at the human's store!

Warning - Very adorable!

Type of fic - Fluff

You have never had to fix so many vehicles before, until you met the Autobots. You never wanted to tell them, but Cybertronian anatomy was actually easy to learn to help Ratchet with the minor injuries these idiots get from missions. You own your very own Mechanic shop and the bots just make it less boring when they come to visit. Optimus was very respectful to you and rarely visits, but after some deep discussions you both have with each other, he will come by to see you a lot more now a days.

Right now you are giving an oil change for someone when you see from the corner of your eye the red, white and blue truck pulling up. The smile that grew on your face said it all and you finished the guys truck, got paid, and let him leave your garage. Walking outside with your o/c overalls (overall color), you pat the front of the hood and greet your big truck friend. "Hi big guy! What you in for?" You wait patiently as he transforms and looks around. "Hello y/n. I came to drop off some parts for your work. Agent Fowler said it's for Bumblebee when he comes in."

You have lifted so much weight off Ratchet's back by giving the mechs their own check ups and basic plating care routines. You have noticed that you haven't given Optimus a full check yet, but you figured it was because the man was very private about his body. You heard from a lot of his friends that he rarely likes to be touched and they blame it on him being a Prime. It didn't matter to you though, you just wanted him to feel comfortable around his new environments and relax. "Well why don't you come in? I closed for the night so no one is coming around anytime soon." Your shop close really late and it's in the middle of no where. Just outside of Jasper was just your mechanic shop, a mini gas station, and the desert. You liked how peaceful it was here, and the autobot base is actually close by, so anytime the kids need a place to stay they could always come to you for a sleep over. You lived in the back of your shop, but you didn't mind. It was like a cozy apartment inside your home with a tv, kitchen, bedroom, and your own bathroom so you didn't need to use the shops public restroom. It wasn't much, but the quiet nature of it made it feel like a luxury to you. Anyway Optimus walks over and sits just outside of the garage as you pull up a chair and grab your microwaved dinner. "So, any new stories you need to tell me? How are the kids?"

You both talk for what seemed like hours. It was so nice to get to be with him again, but what you didn't know is he felt the same way about you. You listened to everything he said and gave such good advice. What he loved most about humans was their empathy, and you had a lot of it. You played a lot of music with your vintage record player and he loved to just close his eyes and listen to the sweet music…made him forget about the war for a few hours. You NEVER talked about the war with him, unless he talked about it first. Being the person you were, you never wanted to talk to someone about deep things unless they initiated it first, a lot of people find dark topics to be uncomfortable to talk about and you knew Optimus was an awkward person. "Hey, thanks for the shipment. Speaking of, I have some new tires for you if you ever wanted to get some new ones yourself. Treat yourself and get something good once in a while to make you feel better." You eat your food, waiting for an answer as he got quiet to think about it. "I don't want to bother you about it y/n. It's very late." He spoke to you like he was such a nuisance. You wanted to change that ever since this man met you. Standing up, you grab your tool box and throw your empty container into the trash. "Transform and come on in, I can hook you up with some good classic black tires! Nothing flashy I promise."

He obeyed and did just that, transforming, and driving inside your garage. He has never done this before, so he may be a little nervous doing this with a human mechanic. It's not that he didn't trust you personally, he was just worried a human wouldn't know how to change Cybertronian tires. What Optimus didn't know, was that you have been taking classes from Ratchet and reading books in translation to help yourself understand how to do everything. You already practice changing tired on Bumblebee and Arcee, so this was going to be a piece of cake for you. Opening the tool box you walk over and hook him onto the big machine. He didn't know what it was for at first until his entire body gets lifted a few feet off the ground. "Are you sure this will hold?" You chuckle from how anxious he was and pat his bumper. "You'll be fine I promise, Fowler hooked me up with some expensive tech so this baby can hold a plane." You put on gloves and start to get to work.

After about two hours, you clean off the last tire and lower him to the ground. He was a big mech so you made sure you lowered him slowly and you see the tires pressing against the shops floors. "Aaaaaand we are done! Now I already sprayed them and put some air in them so you won't have to come back for another check up in-" You interrupt yourself when you heard nothing coming out of him. You could sense that he wasn't listening so you press your hand on his door. "Hey, you ok? Optimus?" That was when you heard a soft noise coming out of his engine…he was asleep. You smiled from the cute moment that is happening right now and you grab a tarp from the back. It was a nice giant blue tarp that is used to protect vehicles from weather conditions as you draped it over his entire body. Going inside the kitchen, you make yourself a cup of hot chocolate as you go back outside into the garage to sit yourself by the desk you have. You take a sip of the mug and place it on the table, grabbing a pen to start drawing for your next blueprint idea. You look back at the sleeping prime that was in your garage. "Sweet dreams Optimus…love you." You go back to work as what you don't see is him flustered on the inside. He woke up when you gave him the blanket…and now he plans to visit you everyday from now on.

[thecupidwitch]

Day of the Week Magickal Correspondences:

Monday

Planet: Moon

Tarot: High Priestess, Moon

Color: white, light blue, gray

Stones: moonstone, pearl, fluorite, amethyst, quartz, sapphire

Herbs: moonflower, jasmine, gardenia, white rose

Influences : astral realm, clairvoyance, creativity, dream work, emotions, family, fertility, healing the home, illumination, inspiration, intuition, love, prophecy, protection, psychic ability, travel, truth

Tuesday

Planet: Mars

Tarot: Strength, Wands (5, 6)

Color: red, orange

Stones: carnelian, ruby, bloodstone, garnet, red jasper

Herbs: basil, ginger, blak pepper, patchouli, holly, dragon’s blood, nettle, thistle, thorns, wormwood, hawthorn,

Influences : power, war, courage, agression, revenge, hexes and curses, distruction, ambition, sexual identity, sex magick, self confidence

Wednesday

Planet: mercury

Tarot: The Magician, Wheel of Fortune, Pentacles (8)

Color: blue

Stones: Agate, citrine, aventurine, sodalite, lapis, hematite, emerald

Herbs: lavender, rosemary, fern, cherry, licorice, poppy, mugwort, plantain, apple, fennel

Influences : communication, arts, change, mental power, education, divination, psychic power, divination, wisdom, knowledge, traveling, spiritual enlightenment, mischief

Thursday

Planet: jupiter

Tarot: Pentacles (ace, 9, 10)

Color: royal blue, green and purple

Stones: amethyst, sapphire, turquoise, lepidolite, sugilite

Herbs: cinnamon, sage, nutmeg, melissa, clove, honeysuckle

Influences : money, business, manifestion, justice, healing, abundance, luck, fidelity, honor, justice (legal matters), leadership, loyalty, prosperity, relationships, well-being, success

Friday

Planet: Venus

Tarot: Empress, Lovers, Cups (2)

Color: pink

Stones: rose quartz, pink tourmaline, moonstone, jade, peridot, emerald, ruby

Herbs: red hibiscus, rose, lavender, rosemary, jasmine, blue lotus, violet, birch, sage, ivy

Influences : beauty, emotions, fertility, friendship, happiness, love, passion, pleasure, sexuality, wisdom

Saturday

Planet: Saturn

Tarot: Temperance, Swords (knight, 2)

Color: Black, Gray (dark), Indigo, Purple (dark)

Stones: onyx, obsidian, smokey quartz, jet, pumice

Herbs: myrrh, moss, thyme, basil, hemlock, nettle, peppermint, pomegranate, hyacinth, mallow, juniper

Influences : banish, binding magick, death, protection, freedom, justice, karma, banishing, uncrossing magick, hexes and curses

Sunday

Planet: Sun

Color: yellow, gold

Tarot: Chariot, Sun, Wands (ace)

Stones: citrine, sunstone, pyrite, gold, goldstone, carnelian, orange calcite, tiger’s eye, amber

Herbs: sunflower, chamomile, calendula, marigold, bergamot, oak, rosemary, oregano

Influences : accomplishment, action, ambition, attraction, authority, beauty, confidence, creativity, energy (solar), fame, freedom, friendship, goals, personal growth, healing, hope, illumination, justice, leadership, light, protection, spirituality

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[rdmasevi]

—This is my main masterlist—

🎬 Movies 🎬

—Sinners ( 2025 )

Bloodlines & Blues - Stack and Smoke x reader fem (poly relationship)

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Blood & Blues - Stack × Reader fem (OC Vampire, Sister of Remmick)

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The Long Night - Remmick x Reader fem ( Dark romance )

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The One Who Asked - Remmick x Reader fem

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Crimson Pact - Smoke and Stack x Reader fem ( Vampire )

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—Scream

Kill For You - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (Poly)

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- Twilight Saga

Crimson Bonds - Volturi Kings ( Aro, Marcus, Caius ) x Reader Male ( Bella’s Brother )

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Midnight Belongs To Us - Edward Cullen x Reader Fem

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Yours in the Shadows - Edward Cullen x Reader fem

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No Longer a Secret - Carlisle Cullen x Reader Male

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Two Stars in the Same Sky - Alec Volturi x Reader Fem ( Renesmee’s Twin Sister )

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In Their Eyes - Male Reader x Carlisle, Edward, Jasper, Emmett

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Like Fire and Venom - Jacob Black x Reader Male ( Red Eyed Vampire )

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Crimson Throne - Volturi Kings x Male reader ( Vampire )

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Sunlight in the Rain - Bella Swan x Reader Fem

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- House of Wax

Mirror Scars - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem, Vincent Sinclair x Reader Fem

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In the Wax and the Wound - Bo Sinclair x Reader fem

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Stay Sharp, Stay Mine - Bo Sinclair x Reader Male| NSFW (18+) |

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- The Conjuring

The Devil in Her Room - Lorraine Warren x Fem!Succubus Reader | NSFW (18+) |

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🎬 Tv Shows🎬

— Shadowhunters

- Being Clary's sister and in love with Jace, but he love's Clary

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- The Gifted

- Dating Andy Strucker would include

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- H2O: Just Add Water

The Last Tide - Reader fem ( Mermaid )

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- Hannibal

A Taste of You - Hannibal Lecter x Reader Fem

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- The Vampire Diaries

Bite the Hand - Stefan Salvatore x Reader Fem ( Vampire, Humanity Off )

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His Eyes, Not Alaric’s- Klaus (in Alaric’s body) x Reader Fem

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You Shouldn't Matter - Klaus x Reader Fem

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- House of the Dragon

Fire Remembered - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Male ( Aemond’s twin brother)

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🏎️Formula 1🏎️

Off the Track, Into the Arena - Danniel Ricciardo x Male Reader ( Bull Rider )

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Slipstream - Max Verstappen x Male Reader ( Ex Driver )

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Cowboy in the Paddock - Lando Norris x Male Reader ( Cowboy )

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Backstage at the Paddock - Max Verstappen x Reader Fem ( Kpop Idol )

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Checkered Hearts - Lando Norris x Reader Male ( Kpop Idol )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Ni-ki ( ENHYPEN )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunoo ( ENHYPEN )

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Crash Course in You - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN )

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Out of His League - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Heeseung ( ENHYPEN )

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Between the Lines - Max and Charles x Reader Male

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Jungwon ( ENHYPEN )

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🎤 K-pop🎤

- ENHYPEN

Ain’t My First Rodeo - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Cowboy )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Sunoo x Reader Male ( Formula l 1 Driver )

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Crash Course in You - Sunghoon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Out of His League - Heeseung x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Jungwon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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- BTS

Burning For You - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Firefighter )

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Crush à la Carte - Jimin x Reader Male ( Chef )

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The Rest Stop - Namjoon x Reader Male ( Chef )

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Special on the Menu - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Chef )

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[cemetery-sunset]

Painting the Cullen Boys' nails [headcanons]

divider from: @saradika-graphics

🧣Carlisle

-he will need a little convincing, but only the smallest amount (only because he was worried about his work at the hospital) 

-but you’re his biggest weakness, he will never refuse you

 -will how much he’s seen in his life, he recognizes how little this “feminine” thing matters

-he’s very comfortable with his masculinity so he doesn't mind having some nail polish on 

-he’s always proud to have his nails done by you because they're done by you

-he's very supportive of your interests and hobbies 

-so when you came to him excited to paint his nails, he didn't even think of saying no 

-he very much enjoys and values that quiet time you get together when you paint his nails 

-it's usually filled with quiet conversations and light music coming from somewhere in the house 

-the ambiance of sitting quietly with carlisle is very peaceful and comfortable

-when you ask him to paint yours, he does surprisingly well 

-he has very steady hands, so no need to worry about him messing up 

-he doesn't care about the color, he just cares that you're the one doing it 

⚾Emmett

-when this king is in love, he’s an absolute simp 

-he never refuses any of your stupid antics 

-for being so masculine and strong, you thought he wouldn't like the idea of painted nails but he welcomed it with open arms 

-he actually is the one to paint your nails after you paint his (without even being asked, when his are dry he excitedly grabs the bottle and one of your hands saying “your turn!! :D”) 

-he’s not very good at it, but you both enjoy it

-he prefers darker colors like black or blue but loves whatever you do to him 

-he will proudly flaunt his nails and if anyone says anything negative, he will stand up to them and offer to kick their ass 

-if they ever chip while he’s hunting or something, he will run to you asking to fix them

-you think it's really sweet how much he loves them and how much you both have fun painting your nails together

-he has painted nails the most often

🐴Jasper

-he needs some convincing but when you start painting he honestly could care less 

-it's not that he loves it or hates it, he prefers the actual painting process because he gets to be close to you 

-i mean you literally have to hold his hands to paint his nails, so of course, you're close

-he also is completely weak for you

-anything you ask, ye shall receive 

-including this old cowboy wearing some nice nail polish

-but damn does he look good, you think he somehow looks hotter than normal 

-and you're not shy to voice that 

-he loves your attention and praise, so he's very willing to let you paint his nails again in the future

-he doesn’t really like to paint your nails because he doesn’t like to mess up. But will do it if you asked him to

-the second most likely one to wear your nail polish 

-he likes black polish the most

🎹Edward

-the most reluctant out of the bunch 

-it took him a lot of convincing but when he saw how happy it made you, there's no way he could refuse 

-he doesn't love it, he's very old fashioned and doesn't really enjoy such feminine things

-but he likes being close and having a quiet intimate moment 

-the only part he likes about it is seeing your focused face and feeling your hand hold his

-he enjoys hearing the random little thoughts you have while focusing

-he doesn’t like the time it takes for his nails to dry, so when you’re not looking he’ll shake his hands around at vampire speed to dry them

-also he doesn’t hate the compliments you give him, especially how nice hinds hands look when he’s playing piano

-prefers the fancier, more elegant colors (like gold, or muted tones)

-would have his nails done the least

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆⟡˚ ཐི⋆♱ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 ♱⋆ཋྀ ˚⟡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad coriolanus snow x fem reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: parent life with coryo has been a blessing and a curse due to his political status and long work days so imagine your surprise when he finds time to take your kids trick or treating

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: tooth rotting fluff, softie dad coryo, trick or treating, "family costume" based on the addams family (didn't really mention it though), bullying, coryo being a very protective dad

𝐚/𝐧: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! hope everyone has an amazing day and here is my final treat for all of you! i am honestly so surpirsed i actually finished all of this and i hope you enjoy the grand finale of this years flufftober!!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Come on Melody darling, we gotta go if you wanna go out!” You yell from the family room of your house.

“OKAY MAMA, ONE SEC!!!” Your daughter yells from her room. You shake your head, turning to the clock that pointed to the time of nearly nine PM. You shook your head, your darling two year old son, Jasper, raising his arms to you from your feet where he stands. You smile at him, picking him up, his arms coming to play with your silky hair that lay softly on your collar. He babbles “pwetty ‘air” as his small hands run through the perfect waves.

If only Melody would hurry up.

If only Coriolanus would hurry.

It was nothing new for your President of a husband to be staying overtime with the senators and other politicians on Halloween of all days. You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you signed that marriage contract. In fact, you knew much much earlier when you and Coryo had started dating during your time at the Academy. You knew that no matter how much he loved and valued you and his family, he’d always work so hard, too hard, just to make all of you proud. You knew that he loved you so much that he dedicated the quiet dark of his nights just to be with you while slaving away his days to achieve that dream that, not too long ago, felt so far away. 

You made sure your children knew that as well.

“Dada,” Jasper smiled, turning his brilliant blue eyes towards you. He had inherited all your looks, from your hair all the way down to the curve of your nose but his eyes were all his fathers.

You smile, pressing a warm kiss to your son’s cheek. “Yes, don’t worry darling, your papa is on his way here right now.”

“Is he really Mama?” Your daughter asked, you smiled at the girl who was now standing on the couch, not too far away from where you stood. You smile, carrying her with your other arm, noticing how she runs her fingers through her blonde curls much like her father. Her hair, a little messy from running around her room and downstairs.

“Why, of course he is baby. You know how bad traffic can get. I’m sure he’s running home right now on his own two legs.”

Jasper and Melody laugh, hugging you. You smile, setting them down and bringing Melody to sit on your lap so you can fix her twin braids. 

You knew Coriolanus wouldn’t be able to make it tonight, he had one of the most important meetings of his presidency tonight. Yet, it didn’t hurt to wait and you still had to fix Melody’s attempt at braids.

Jasper wobbles on his feet, walking to the coffee table in front of the TV to grab his bag. 

Melody hums as you braid her auburn hair, the color similar to Coriolanus’ mothers apparently. 

When you were pregnant with Melody during the beginning of Coriolanus’ campaign for President, you were so worried. The actual pregnancy was so so so painful, for you and Coriolanus. Many times he had urged you to terminate, making sure all Panem's best doctors were five minutes away in case anything went awry. Coriolanus barely slept at night, watching your form sleep curled up to his side. He watched in trepidation for even the slightest tell of pain. But it never came, not that that would stop Coriolanus from watching his beautiful wife sleep. that stopped him from watching his beautiful wife rest peacefully.

The actual birth of your darling was terrifying for Coriolanus. You had been in so much pain during your third trimester and hearing your cries and wails as you pushed Melody out scarred Coriolanus forever. 

He especially felt fear when you had gotten pregnant with Jasper. Coryo’s own mother didn’t make it out of the second birth, so imagine his fear after you smiled at him announcing your second child. 

You two had an enormous fight about it which ended with Coriolanus sleeping in his office for nearly a week while you could barely care for five year old Melody who always asked for her papa and why “mama and papa not talking to each other? You sad, mama?”

You nearly broke under the pressure, especially when you two had to attend the last minute dinner party of one of the senators with Melody in tow. You had forced laughs and smiled so artificially in your elegantly dark gown, the color a silent nudge at the growing rift between you and Coriolanus.

But by the end of that night, you were so exhausted from walking around on shards of glass, you carried Melody to the car, setting her down to lay in your lap before letting the dam overflow. Coriolanus had never seen you so low, he knelt in front of you after you brang Melody to your bed, hugging your tummy and nuzzling his face into your belly. He apologized so profusely, you wondered if that was all he could say.

Suffice to say that after that night, Coriolanus vowed to never again make you cry as you did on that tortuous ride home where you dug your palms flat against your eyes, sobbing softly while sniffling quietly.

“There you go Melody. Do you like them?” You asked having finished the second braid.

You reach for the mirror on the coffee table, holding it up to show your daughter her hair. She squealed, taking the mirror before bolting to where her brother stood. She held the mirror in front of her brother, Jasper turning his head slightly in the mirror watching his reflection. 

“Lookie, Jas! You as handsome as Papa and I’m pretty as Mama.” She giggles, setting the mirror down before dancing with her younger brother, squeals of joy filling the air.

“That you are my little snowflakes.” A deep voice rumbled from the doorway.

Jasper and Melody squeal even louder, if that possible, and run to their father who stands in the doorway. He smiles, bedding down in his pressed black and gray pinstriped suit, wrapping his strong arms around your two children, hoisting them up. Jasper hugs his fathers neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of Coryo’s neck while Melody smacks a kiss to his cheek before wrapping her arms around her brother and her father.

You smile at the scene, Coriolanus’ deep blue eyes meeting your own as he walks over to you. He plops the kids onto the couch before stepping right in front of you. His hands fall to your hips where the delicately black fabric wrinkles, accentuating your figure.

“Hello darling.”

“Why hello mister President.”

He barks a laugh, smiling down at you. He leans in, kissing you softly on your forehead, making his way to each cheek before finally kissing your nose.

You pout, “no kiss on the lips Coryo?”

He smiles, his hand coming to hold your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to mess up your perfectly vicious red lip now would I?”

“Good thing it’s kiss proof then, isn’t it?”

He growls before, bringing his hand to your nape, tugging you forward to meet his lips in a savage kiss. You hear Melody gasp before slapping her hands over what is probably her little brother's eyes.

His lips ravage yours, your hands flying to his chest, roaming the expanse. ALl that could go through either of your heads was mine. His hand comes up to your lower back, rubbing soothingly up and down knowing that ever since the birth of his two gems, your back hasn’t quite been the same.

“MAMA PAPA, CAN YOU PLEASE HAVE THIS MOMENT LATER?! WE NEED TO GOOOO!” Melody yells, wedging herself between yours and Coriolanus’ legs. 

Coriolanus finally lets up, heavy breathing and near panting filling the small space between yours and Coriolanus’ faces.

“Ma, Pa, kiss kiss.” Jasper says as he stalks over to your legs, grabbing the black fabric of your dress, arms stretched up to you. You chuckle, picking your baby up.

“Yes, Ma and your Pa were kissing.” You nuzzle his cheek, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Come on Mama, Papa, can we please go? They gonna run out of candy before we get there.” Your daughter runs to the door, slipping on her boots, candy bag in hand.

“Slow down there snowflake, don’t want you to melt before you get out there, do we?” Coriolanus pats her head as she turns her face to look up to her fathers, her eyes mirroring into her own.

“Okay Papa, I’ll slow down.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Trick or treat!” Melody and Jasper yelled, along with the other kids that had reached that particular door.

“Oh my, what a wonderful group of children I see.” The woman who opened the door exclaimed, handing each and every child at her door at least five candies each. Melody shouted thanks before walking over back to where you and Coryo stood waiting for them by the sidewalk.

“Oooo Papa, can we go to that house over there? And the other one? And the other one?”

“Of course we can have my little gem, but are you sure your bag will be able to hold all that candy?” Coryo raised his eyebrows even though you and Coryo both knew that you had each brought an extra bag for the kids knowing just how long they’d want to stay out walking door to door to get some free candy.

“Of course it can Papa!”

“Okay then Melody, we can go to every single house in the Capitol then. If that is what you want of course.”

“Mama said we should definitely stop by Mrs.Plinth house so can we go there after this street?”

Coryo raises his eyes to meet yours, a sheen of unshed tears brimming his eyes.

“Okay darling, we can go visit Ma Plinth’s if you’d like.”

Melody smiles, a brilliant smile, at her father. She runs off to the next house, her brother in tow. The subtle (although not really invisible, just in disguise) bodyguards follow the young kids, you and Coyo not trailing too far behind.

“So, Ma Plinth’s, huh?” He asks, his eyes watching his darling kids ahead. He takes your arm in his, his hands slightly trembling.

“Yeah, I just thought it’d, you know,” you pause. Your hands rubbing circles on Coryo’s, knowing everything that he did, all the sacrifices he made to survive. You sigh, turning to the man next to you, his gaze hardening ahead of him. “I just thought it’d be nice to pay her a visit with the kids.”

Coryo let out a shaky sigh, shaking his head while his jaw was clenched so hard, his jaw could seemingly kill a man. You leaned to him, kissing his jaw.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in, holding it for a second, and then releasing it. He takes your hand, kissing the blood red diamond sitting on the delicate band of your fingers before smiling at you, his deep blue eyes meeting yours.

You two continue to stroll along, watching Melody and Jasper walk from door to door, yelling “Trick or treat!” You and Coryo laugh, taking in all the sights and sounds that neither of you got to experience all thanks to the war. 

You and Coryo laughed, feeling fully at ease with each other on the night where you can be anything and anyone, anywhere.

Until your head cries that is.

You and Coryo both stiffen at the sound of your children crying. Both of them run back towards you, tears falling down their rosy pink cheeks. You crouch down, picking up Jasper whose sobs and cries could be heard all throughout the Capitol. You soothe him, asking him what’s wrong. He just nuzzles himself further into your neck, more and more tears falling from his eyes.

Coryo’s eyes had hardened, his long legs carrying him to where his precious First Daughter stood, the back of her hands rubbing profusely at her eyes. In that instance, she resembled him, Coryo thought. Her same marine eyes, tears rolling down them as he just found out that his mother died, his father died, that they had lost everything. 

He kneels down in front of Melody, taking his hands to cup her cheeks, nudging her own hands out of the way.

“What’s wrong my darling snowflake?”

She hiccups, kids around them stopping and staring at the strangely fancily dressed man and the small girl wearing twin braids in a gothic black dress.

“O-oh Pa-paa, w-” she stumbles over her words, making Coriolanus’ heart grow weaker at the sight of his daughter crying, “why are k-kids so m-mean?”

“Darling, you’re not a mean kid. What happened?”

“Th-They took our c-candy, me and J-Jasper’s. They took i-it saying i-it was taxes so I told them that y-you were my Pa and that y-you make the taxes.” 

Coryo’s hands balled, fists ready to hunt down whichever lowlife had dared tax his daughter, stolen her candy, and ridiculed the Snow name.

He lifted Melody up, rubbing her back up and down slowly as her tears slowed and her hiccups became few and far inbetween. He walked back over to you where Jasper had nearly cried himself to sleep, the previously full candy bag slung over your shoulder.

You met Coriolanus’ eyes, a quiet yet roaring fire brewing in his iris’. He sends the guards off to find the little shits who had harassed his daughter. He led you to the car you had driven there, setting a sleepy Melody down in the seat next to yours before shutting the door.

You rolled down your window, asking Coryo “where are you going?”

He simply replied, his eyes darkening. 

“Taking care of business.”

Needless to say, the next day Melody’s squeals of excitement and subsequent footsteps up the stairs and into your room were explanation enough for the truckload of candy awaiting you in the family room downstairs.

Bonus:

“Coriolanus Snow, what are we going to do with all this candy?”

“Eat it?”

“Don’t you think you went even a little overboard? Whatever did you do to those poor boys?”

“First off, they were not poor. And secondly, I didn’t do anything out of my reins as President of Panem and father of two gems.”

and that concludes this years flufftober!!! i hope you have enjoyed each of these as much as i have whilst writing them!!

[balkanradfem]

Took some pictures of my rock collection today, to share with you!

Green vs Red rocks! I have no idea what they are, I always assume it's some sort of jasper, but I am obsessed with green rocks. Green rocks are my first priority and after I started finding some, nothing else mattered to me.

White vs black rocks!

White ones in this picture are all white quartz, which means they're translucent! If I put them in front of a source of light, the light will shine right trough them. Also they make the prettiest sound bumping into each other. I haven't found any truly black rocks, these are just the closest, and while I think the top ones could be jasper (because they're waxy to touch), the bottom big one is basalt, which is cooled magma, and I find that extremely cool.

Patchy vs Streaky colored rocks! The first ones have cow-like patches and are so so pretty, the top one looks a little like a wing! The streaky remind me of fire and amber, they look painted. Somehow mostly red ones have this feature.

Mixed with quartz vs Different color on the inside! First one is rocks that randomly have a streak of quartz running trough them; if I put them in front of the light, quartz part is translucent, while the rest of the rock doesn't let light trough! Brown ones with blue color on the inside, I think is jasper (I think everything is jasper) because it can come in multiple colors. But I always find brown with blue or some light brown color inside!

Rocks with different colored streaks and my green to red gradient! Streaked rocks are also my favourite, I'm obsessed, I will collect any rock with streaks on it, they look like they've been a part of the mountain or some long lasting process of layers being created into rock, like a souvenir.

[sapphirelotus]

✨witch tip✨

did you know that each day of the week is magical? literally. each day of the week is ruled by a different planet and are associated with certain plants and herbs, crystals, incense, spell work, colors, deities, and elements! if you honor any deities in this list, this is a great way to honor them on the day they’re associated with!

Poster’s Note: if i left anything out or if i made any mistakes in this post please let me know and i will edit this post accordingly! 💕

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•Monday

Ruled by: the moon

Element: water

Deities: Artemis (Greek), Selene (Greek), Hera (Greek), Nyx (Greek), Athena (Greek), Luna (Roman), Diana (Roman), Juno (Roman), Minerva (Roman), Khonsu (Egyptian), Máni (Germanic), Chandra (Hindu)

Colors: light gray, dark gray, light blue, purple

Crystals: opal, pearl, selenite, moonstone, aquamarine, clear quartz, sapphire

Magickal Energies: intuition, justice, psychic work, fertility and femininity, healing, peace, spirit work/divination, sleep and dreaming

Plants/Herbs: chamomile*, water lily, orris, lotus, mint

Incense: sage, lavender, mugwort, lotus

•Tuesday

Ruled by: Mars

Element: fire

Deities: Ares (Greek), Mars (Roman), Silvanus (Roman), Tyr (Norse), Horus (Egyptian), Kali (Hindu), Lilith (Judaic/Hebrew), Gwyn ap Nudd (Welsh)

Colors: red, orange, pink, black

Crystals: ruby, garnet, bloodstone, rhodonite, red jasper, carnelian

Magickal Energies: success, conflict/war/revenge, victory, breaking hexes and curses, protection, strength, courage, self esteem

Plants/Herbs: holly, thistle, cactus, basil, coneflower, dragon’s blood, garlic, pepper

Incense: basil, patchouli, ginger, dragon’s blood

•Wednesday

Ruled by: Mercury

Element: air

Deities: Hermes (Greek), Mercury (Roman), Odin (Norse), Thoth (Egyptian), Krishna (Hindu), Lugus (Celtic)

Crystals: agate, citrine, sodalite, aventurine, hematite

Colors: orange, yellow, blue, purple

Magickal Energies: wisdom, healing, communication, money matters, art and creativity, travel and business, study and knowledge

Plants/Herbs: lilies, fern, eucalyptus, lavender, aspen, mandrake, lavender,

Incense: lavender, rosemary, cherry, clove

•Thursday

Ruled by: Jupiter

Element: earth

Deities: Zeus (Greek), Jupiter (Roman), Thor (Norse), Vishnu (Hindu), Taranis (Celtic)

Crystals: amethyst, turquoise, lepidolite, lapis lazuli, clear quartz, sapphire, sugilite

Colors: yellow, green, blue, purple

Magickal Energies: luck, ambition, success, happiness, justice, abundance, victory, wealth and prosperity, business and travel, loyalty and honor

Plants/Herbs: oak, honeysuckle, clove, sage, cinquefoil

Incense: cedar, sage, musk, cinnamon

•Friday

Ruled by: Venus

Element: water

Deities: Aphrodite (Greek), Eros (Greek), Venus (Roman), Cupid (Roman), Freya (Norse), Hathor (Egyptian), Shukra (Hindu), Brigid (Celtic)

Crystals: jade, peridot, emerald, rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, coral

Colors: pink, blue, light gray, seafoam green

Magickal Energies: love and passion, harmony, balance, nature, romance, partnerships, fertility/motherhood, beauty and glamour

Plants/Herbs: saffron, coltsfoot, feverfew, pink rose, apple blossom, vanilla, sandalwood

Incense: rose, apple, clove, strawberry

•Saturday

Ruled by: Saturn

Element: all elements

Deities: Kronos (Greek), Hades (Greek), Saturn (Roman), Pluto (Roman), Loki (Norse), Dagda (Celtic), Geb (Egyptian), Osiris (Egyptian), Shani (Hindu)

Crystals: obsidian, hematite, serpentine, apache tear

Colors: red, purple, light gray, black

Magickal Energies: banishing, protection, defense, cleansing, finding lost items, spirituality, wisdom, transformation, psychic attacks

Plants/Herbs: cypress, thyme, hemlock, myrrh, mullein

Incense: sage, opium, myrrh, sandalwood

•Sunday

Ruled by: the sun

Element: fire

Deities: Helios (Greek), Sol (Roman), Sekhmet (Egyptian), Ra (Egyptian), Surya (Hindu), Lugh (Celtic)

Crystals: citrine, carnelian, amber, tigers eye

Colors: red, orange, yellow, gold

Magickal Energies: abundance, breaking habits, growth, success, decision making, confidence and strength, health and healing, self expression, happiness, prosperity and wealth

Plants/Herbs: sunflower, marigold, hibiscus, cinnamon, st. john’s wort*

Incense: lemon, cinnamon, opium, frankincense

*if you are currently taking birth control pills, DO NOT ingest the herbs with an asterisk next to them as they can make the pills less effective!

[ichorai]

number 13 ; rhaenyra targaryen.

track thirteen of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; rhaenyra targaryen x lannister!f!reader

synopsis ; in another life, she could’ve been with you, she was sure. a life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men.

words ; 5.4k

themes ; angst, mild fluff

warnings / includes ; takes place from e3-8, rhaenyra and reader are bisexual, allusions to sex, infidelity, foul language, lots of time jumps sorry ;-; nearly two decades is crammed into this, reader is later married to jasper wylde and has his children, mentions of other hotd characters, jason lannister being annoying, not quite a happy ending cries :(

The celebration for Aegon’s second name day was in full swing. Large, lavish tents were erected, decorated with flowers and greenery of all sorts. Every which way you looked, there were tables full to the brim with cakes and pastries and cheeses, goblets of wines and platters of fruits. Outside the tents lined stalls offering roasted meats dripping with rich oils, exotic delicacies from Essos, and all sorts of extravagant animals parading for show. 

You’d taken to watching the blue peacocks with muted fascination—it was the first time you’d seen birds that large. Sure, the doves at Casterly Rock grew plump and lazy, but they were no grand feat.

Your brothers, the lion twins of house Lannister, Jason and Tyland, stood by your side. They were bickering amongst themselves about who would be the first to speak to the Princess, Rhaenyra Targaryen. They weren’t being too quiet about it either, loudly proclaiming that the other twin would have to wait their turn.

“Toss a coin,” you boredly said, picking up a golden-green grape from a gilded tray on a nearby table and popping it into your mouth. “Though, knowing you two, you’d probably be too bull-headed to decide who gets heads and who gets tails.”

“I get heads!” both of them announced at once. They glared at each other for a moment, before Tyland propped his hands on his hips and blew out an exasperated sigh. 

“Fine. You go first. The one that goes last will be the one that she remembers, anyway,” Tyland told his twin, his Lannister pride getting the better of him. He arched an eyebrow and jutted his chin out to the Princess, who’d just strode out of the tent. 

You tore your eyes away from the ridiculous birds, fixing your gaze on Rhaenyra. Her hair shone a pearlescent white beneath the sun’s brilliance, nearly as bright as the golden rings she twirled about her fingers, hands clutched closely to the deep red bodice of her dress. She was a grand beauty, you surmised. It was no wonder your brothers were so desperate for her hand—though you were certain they only wanted her for the power that came with her rather than the Princess herself. 

A smile twitched over your lips upon seeing Rhaenyra lean over the sweets, sneakily plucking a lemon slice off of one of the cakes, popping it into her mouth just as quickly as she had swiped it.

Off Jason went not a second later, content with speaking to her before his brother. In his mind, he was sure she’d fall in love with him on the spot—how could she consider anyone else when he could offer her anything she wanted? A handsome, strong husband, as much gold as she could yearn for, and the promise of children with golden-silver hair?

“She doesn’t look too pleased,” you murmured to Tyland, studying the way Rhaenyra’s features soured with distaste the longer Jason spoke.

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards in mild amusement, but he said nothing else. Instead, he slunk off to disappear within the tent, needing to speak to the King about urgent matters concerning Prince Daemon’s reckless endeavors.

Jason could feel his little sister’s stare bore into the back of his neck. It made him nervous, despite his larger-than-life ego—he itched to prove to his family that he was capable of winning the Princess over. 

“Was your own second name day as grand as this?” he crowed, trying his best to appear nonchalant. 

Barely sparing him a glance, Rhaenyra folded her fidgeting hands behind her back. She trained her eyes on the large bonfire situated across the field. “I honestly don’t recall, and neither will Aegon.” There was a twinge of disdain in her voice, but that went largely unnoticed by Jason.

“Lord Jason Lannister,” he said, bowing his head ever so slightly.

Rhaenyra half-smiled. “I gathered that from all the lions.”

Hastily, Jason chanced a look down at his apparel—he was decked in crimson and shimmering gold and embroidered lions of all sizes. He was practically a walking banner for his house. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

“Your twin serves on my father’s council,” Rhaenyra told him, narrowing her eyes in scrutiny. 

Snapping his fingers, Jason beckoned for a servant to come forth and bring him a chalice of wine. “Tyland is frightfully dull, gods love him. My sister finds me far more entertaining.” It wasn’t a complete lie—Jason would often take you riding outdoors whilst Tyland took to reading in complete silence with you. Jason merely surmised that you enjoyed your time more with him rather than his twin. He plucked a goblet off the tray and held it out for Rhaenyra to taste. “The finest honeyed wine you’ll ever try. Made in Lannisport, of course.”

He didn’t catch the way Rhaenyra subtly rolled her eyes. “Of course,” she said. She took a small sip, humming mildly. It tasted like every other wine she’d had. A part of her wondered if the sister Jason had been talking about was around. Was she in the tent, amongst the women gossiping around the Queen Alicent? Immediately, her mood soured once more.

“The Kingswood is a fine hunting ground,” Jason started speaking again, eager to spark a flame between them. “But the best spot is to be found at Casterly Rock. Have you been?”

“Once,” Rhaenyra replied. “On a tour with my mother, when I was young. Honestly can’t recall much of that, either.”

With a grin, Jason kept boasting on, “The Rock is thrice the height of the Hightower in Oldtown, taller still than the Wall in the north.” He stepped closer to her. “It’s been said that if one were to stand in the tower on a perfect day, one could see clear across the Sunset Sea.”

“Must be quite something.”

“I don’t have a dragon pit, of course,” he said, voice lowering an octave, “but I do have the means and the resources to build one.”

Arching a brow, Rhaenyra leveled her eyes with his. Amethysts against emeralds. “Why would you need a dragon pit?”

“To house dragons, of course,” he bluntly replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’d do anything for my Queen. Or… my lady wife.”

There was a beat of silence. Realization and anger flooded her features all at once moments later. 

“Thank you for the wine,” she said with a stiff, polite smile, handing him the chalice. With that, she stormed off, making her way back to the tent. 

You watched her disappear, before fixing your eyes on Jason. You wondered what in seven hells Jason had said to make her so upset. Knowing him, he’d probably soiled the mood with his ridiculous self-importance.

Inside the tent, Rhaenyra made a bee-line to her father, interrupting the conversation he was holding with Lyonel Strong and, as her rotten luck would have it, Tyland Lannister. 

“Is that what I am to you?” she hissed. “A prize to proffer about to the great houses?”

Pursing his lips, the King calmly told his daughter, “You’re of age, Rhaenyra. And Jason Lannister is an excellent match.”

“He’s arrogant and self-serious!”

From behind the two, Tyland could barely hold back his victorious laugh. 

“Well, I thought you might have that in common,” Viserys said. Rhaenyra recoiled with a scowl at his words, as if she’d been struck. “Since you came of age, I’ve been slowly drowning in a lake parchment flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried, oh so often, to discuss it with you! But you’ve refused me at every turn!” His voice raised with frustration. Several curious heads turned to see what the commotion was.

Baring her teeth, Rhaenyra insisted, “That is because I do not wish to get married!”

“Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!” the King yelled.

Rhaenyra hotly spewed out a protest, but was quickly cut off by Otto Hightower. The two were reeled back in from their argument, noticing everybody’s prying eyes on them.

“You must marry,” said Viserys to Rhaenyra. And that was that. 

He turned to Otto, asking what it was he needed to say, effectively dismissing Rhaenyra. The Princess angrily pushed her way out of the tent, the heels of her boots scuffing deep into the dirt once she exited.

“What do you think has got her knickers all twisted?” Jason asked, taking a large bite into a sizzling skewer of meat. The two of you watched as Rhaenyra made her way to the tethered horses beside the tent. 

You shook your head, exasperated. “You’re such a fool, Jason. You know nothing about women. Did you even try to ask if she wanted to marry you, instead of presuming it to be so?” Before he could respond, you were already walking off, leaving your indignant older brother in your wake. You stopped by the sweet desserts on one of the long tables, picking up a delicate slice of lemon cake.

A coil of nervousness sat within the pits of your stomach as you approached the Princess. You were near the same age as Rhaenyra, if not just a few moons younger. If it were anyone else, you would’ve easily made friends without hesitation. But this was the Princess—she was royalty.

And it didn’t quite help that she was so beautiful.

“I’m sorry about him,” you said, pulling Rhaenyra’s attention away from the horses, to you. She spun the golden rings about her fingers in quick motions. She studied your face first, before darting down to the simple dark dress you were wearing, detailed with yellow embroidery. It took her a moment to realize that you were Jason and Tyland’s sister—you shared many physical similarities with your brothers, though Rhaenyra had to admit that you were far prettier than they were. “Jason is an imbecile. He thinks his own cock should be gilded with gold.”

Your words made Rhaenyra smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling as she laughed. A strange sort of pride festered within your chest.

“I take it the Lannister twins are your brothers?”

“Unfortunately, Princess.”

She hummed in amusement. Her eyes flickered to the cake you were holding.

“Would you, uhm—” You cleared your throat, a nervous flush creeping up your neck, spilling over the skin of your cheeks. “Would you like the lemon slice? I saw you nick one off before my brother came to you. I… I usually find it a bit too sour for my taste. Would be a waste for me to toss it away.” 

After a moment of consideration, she nodded, and you held it out for her to take. She murmured a sound of content at the tart sourness, before shooting you a small smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” She fiddled with her rings as you absent-mindedly tugged at a loose thread on your dress. “I understand how you feel. I mean, obviously not as much pressure as you, I’m sure, but… my father wants to marry me off as soon as possible.”

Rhaenyra’s features softened ever so slightly. “It’s terrible. Fathers forcing us into marriages we don’t want. If I was born a man, none of this would be a problem.”

You turned your head to glance over at Jason, who had already moved on to flirting with other ladies of the court. “I’m glad I was not born a man. Or else, I’d be afeard of turning out like my idiot brothers.”

There it was again. Rhaenyra chortled at your words, her grin growing wider. 

“I’m also glad you’re not like them. You’re far easier to talk to. Much less…”

“Of a Lannister?” It was your turn to laugh. You wrinkled your nose humorously. “Yes, there’s enough lions in our castle as it is. I’m content just being me.”

With a nod, Rhaenyra scanned her gaze along the crowd. “It was nice meeting you, Lady…”

“Y/N.”

Her violet irises glimmered. “It was nice meeting you, Lady Y/N. Thank you for the lemon. Enjoy the festivities.”

You nodded and gave her a slight curtsy, watching as she straddled one of the horses. A part of you wanted to ask where she was off to, but you wisely stayed silent, instead taking a bite of your cake. It was pleasantly sweet on your tongue, just slightly acidic with its aftertaste. 

She gripped the horse’s reins and pressed her knees into its flank, urging it into a fast gallop. The Princess disappeared into the forest, Criston Cole shouting after her, hot on her heels.

During Rhaenyra’s tour for a husband—a tour that her father forced her into, one that she was not at all keen on—she made a stop at the Westerlands. Dozens upon dozens of eligible suitors lined the halls of Casterly Rock, awaiting their moment to present themselves to the Princess.

She was bored, to say the least. None of these men appealed to her.

Certainly not Jason and Tyland Lannister, who’d been relentless in their approach ever since she stepped foot in the castle. They showered her with gifts and gold and heaps upon heaps of riches. 

It’d only been a few hours, and Rhaenyra found herself wondering where you were.

“Lord Tyland,” she called, and the tall, blonde man perked up.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Where is your dear sister, might I ask?”

For a moment, Tyland faltered. What would the Princess want with you, of all people? 

“She’s usually in the library at this time of day,” he replied, miffed. “Would you like me to go fetch her?”

A touch of a smile reached Rhaenyra’s lips. “No, it’s quite alright. Would you be so kind as to escort me to her?”

Both Jason and Tyland exchanged indiscernible looks before Tyland bowed his head and beckoned her along, down the hall. “Right this way, Princess.”

The library was a grand hall, decked with hundreds of looming oaken shelves housing many rows of old, worn books. Tyland silently led her further inside, where there was a small alcove by a window, streaming golden light within the otherwise dim library. You were curled up by the glass, soaking up the light, reading fervently through a tome of alchemic history.

At the sound of footsteps, your eyes snapped away from the yellowing pages, widening upon seeing the Princess.

“You’re dismissed, Lord Tyland,” Rhaenyra told your brother.

Tyland opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. With a nod and a sharp look in your direction, he took his leave.

“Princess Rhaenyra. I’ve heard you’re on tour,” you said, slightly breathless. With fumbling hands, you shut the book closed and put it off to the side.

She clasped her hands behind her back, watching you with both caution and intrigue. “I am. It’s a dreadful affair.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. What brings you here, though?”

“I wanted to get away from your brothers.”

You knocked your head back and beamed as you laughed. Rhaenyra smiled then, wide and true. It was probably the first time she’d smiled since she set off on this wretched tour.

“You and me both, then.” With that, you stood up, smoothing out the creases in your soft crimson dress. The color certainly brought out warmth in your eyes, she thought. “Come. I can show you around the castle, if you’d like.”

“Please,” she said, breathily. She briefly thought about the long line of suitors waiting for her. None of them seemed worth the time. 

But you seemed worth all the time in the world.

The two of you linked arms, and you led her out of the library. It was a beautiful castle, with much to explore—but Rhaenyra found it hard to concentrate when all she could think about was your soft skin pressing against hers. 

After you’d shown her the lavish halls, the marbled pathways of the gardens, and the history room full of artifacts and prized Lannister heirlooms, you finally stopped by a gilded staircase.

“Up there are my chambers. My brothers sleep on the other end of the castle. I doubt you’d want to go there.”

The two of you giggled with each other, and she leaned even closer.

“Can we go up?”

“To my chambers?” you asked, hesitant.

For a moment, Rhaenyra feared she’d stepped over some unsaid boundary. She liked you a lot. Perhaps more than she should, for this was only the second time she’s met you. 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to—”

“No!” you blurted, hands shooting out to hold hers. Your thumb brushed over her several rings. “Come. I was just surprised, was all. Nobody’s ever really wanted to come to my room before.”

The two of you made your way up. Not once did you relinquish your hold on her—and not once did Rhaenyra pull away. Tension crackled between you, but not the hostile kind. This was… this was the type that kindled fire within your chest. The kind that made your breaths grow shallow and your cheeks grow heated.

Your chambers were tidy and spacious, with a four-poster bed against one wall and a gold-detailed table across the room. Several windows were open, showcasing a beautiful view of the seas, glittering hues of clementines and tangerines.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, breathless, resting her hands upon the windowsill. “No wonder Lord Jason boasted about the view here.”

“Jason would boast about anything,” you snorted, coming to stand beside her. “But it is beautiful.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at you, finding you much closer than anticipated. She studied your features—the slope of your nose, the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, the beauty mark just below your right eye. 

“Have you ever laid with anyone, Y/N?” she asked, voice quiet yet bold.

Surprised at her question, you reared your head back with raised brows. But she only stepped closer, her nose nearly brushing yours when she leaned forward. A bout of shyness overtook you, warmth spilling over your cheeks. 

“No, Princess,” you whispered breathily, head tilting. She glanced down to your mouth when you nervously ran your tongue along your bottom lip. 

A second of silence. 

Rhaenyra took one more step, and you could feel her whole body press flush against yours. A part of you wondered if she could feel your heart thrumming loud within your ribcage. She watched you, waiting for any sign of uncomfort.

With that, she kissed you. Your noses slotted, your lips melded, and her hand cradled your face as you fisted the expensive fabrics of her dress. It was near magnetic, the way you two clicked into each other.

She tasted of lemons, you hazily registered. Of course she did.

When she finally pulled away, chest rising and falling rapidly, you found yourself chasing after her lips, eyes hooded with want.

She laughed at that, kissing your cheek once, then fluttered several over the bridge of your nose.

“What about the tour, Princess?” you murmured just before she captured your lips once more.

“Fuck the tour,” she replied, tugging you towards your tall bed.

Her words made you laugh, overcome with giddiness. “Fuck the tour,” you agreed.

A year had floated by since Rhaenyra’s tour. Much to your dismay, your father had you betrothed and wed to Jasper Wylde in a matter of a few moons. He was a handsome man, but you found very few things to speak to him about. It was clear that Jasper saw you as little else than something pretty to fuck—after all, you were the fourth wife he’d taken. Probably wouldn’t be his last, either.

There was only one positive that came out of your marriage to Lord Wylde.

You lived at the Red Keep because of your husband’s place on the small council as the Master of Law. And that allowed you and Rhaenyra to stay close, kindling the fires of your secret romance, along with your more… sexual escapades.

Life in the capital was utter bliss. Save for the few times Lord Wylde bedded you, of course. Those weren’t quite pleasant—most of the time you simply shut your eyes and let him do as he pleased with you. You much preferred your time with the Princess than with your own husband.

Times such as now, for example: your arm wound with hers as the two of you strolled in the Keep’s expansive gardens. You leisurely bent down to sniff the blooming flowers, the bushes bearing assortments of roses and peonies and marigolds. Rhaenyra was complaining about her father bringing up proposals again, all huff and puff and pout. 

“Why are you smiling?” she queried once you shot her an amused glance. “This is serious!”

“Rhaenyra, my dearest,” you told her, grin widening as you clutched her hand all the tighter. “I care very much for your struggles, I do, but your pouting is quite funny.”

With a sigh, the Princess reached out to trace a finger along the petals of a flower. You watched her movements, your smile falling away. “I suppose you don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’ve got your husband already.”

“Yes,” you hummed, stepping closer so that your chest pressed flush up against her forearm. “Lord Jasper is… tolerable. But he never pleasures me the way you do.”

Her purple irises seemed to darken in a matter of seconds, darting down to your parted lips. With that, she seized hold of you and you hurried out of the gardens, back into the castle. In your haste, you both tripped over your skirts and the many staircases, your giggles echoing over the stone walls. 

Once the two of you had successfully snuck into Rhaenyra’s chambers without any spectators noticing, her lips immediately slanted against yours. It was an embrace of fiery passion, as your hands spidered down to her waist and yanked her closer, reaching behind to blindly undo the threads of her dress.

“You’re getting better at this,” she murmured when you pulled her dress off in a matter of minutes, leaving her in just a thin shift. She began trailing hot kisses down your neck.

Gradually, the two of you made your way to her bed, leaving a haphazard trail of tossed-off clothing along the way.

It was a blissful evening, to say the least. But the days of wine and roses wouldn’t last long, the two of you soon came to realize. 

Later that same moon, Rhaenyra was betrothed to her second cousin, Laenor Velaryon. And, to your turmoil, you found that you were pregnant for the first time with Jasper Wylde’s babe.

Ten years passed in a flurry, filled to the brim with many joyful ups and even more tumultuous downs.

You had your two children: your eldest, Petyr, was the spinning image of his father, with dark locks of hair and molten brown eyes. He was quiet and observant, never one to speak his mind. The youngest, Aella, was a bright and bubbly young girl, her curly hair a shade lighter than her older brother’s, but they shared the same eyes. In short, they didn’t look much like you.

That was one thing you shared in common with Rhaenyra. 

After she was wed to Laenor, she had three sons—each of the boys harboring none of the traditional Valyrian physique of silver-white hair and purple irises. Instead, they bore an uncanny resemblance to Lord Harwin Strong, a man you knew Rhaenyra was seeing for quite some time. There were even instances where you joined in with them, but those were few and far in between. 

Your children were close friends with hers, and you and Rhaenyra were happier than ever.

That was, until Laena Velaryon passed away. Which, much to Rhaenyra’s intrigued curiosity and your dismay, Daemon Targaryen was a single man once more. You were never quite fond of him, judging from his infamous reckless behavior and callous nature, only highlighted by Rhaenyra’s fond recollections of him during her childhood. 

Eerily soon after Laena’s death, Laenor also mysteriously passed away. Something was afoot, and you only pieced things together once Rhaenyra approached you the next day. She did not look like she was in mourning for her late husband—in fact, she glowed more than anything. 

“Come with me,” she whispered to you in the dead of night, gathering your hands in hers and staring straight at you. “I’m leaving for Dragonstone to be with Daemon. We’re to be married. I want you there.”

She said your name then, all sweet and silky, as if her tongue was coated with honey.

Your lips parted. Shock, incredulity, and anger flashed across your features all at once. “Rhaenyra, your husband died yesterday.”

“I know,” she said. “He’s…” 

There was a pause.

The two of you gazed at each other. You could feel your heart starting to fracture, even though you weren’t even sure what exactly was happening just yet.

“Come with me,” she repeated. “We can be happy together in Dragonstone. It’s a beautiful castle.”

Your eyes flitted across the hall, to the closed doors you knew led to your children’s chambers. 

“My husband wouldn’t stand for it,” you told her. 

“I’m the Princess. The heir to the Iron Throne. He wouldn’t have a choice,” she stressed.

Blowing out an unconvinced scoff, you shook your head. “I have children now, Nyra. I can’t afford to be as irresponsible as you are.”

The woman in front of you drew her hands away, clearly stung. “Your children would have a good life on Dragonstone. Luke has even taken an affection to Aella, my love.”

A part of your heart crumbled when she called you hers. Nonetheless, you shook your head again.

“These are dangerous times… the realm is growing uneasy. I just don’t think it’d be safe there for me and my children. Besides… a lion has no place in a den of dragons.” 

You chose your words carefully, but clearly, they weren’t careful enough.

“I leave by daybreak. The ship will have space for you,” she murmured lowly, but she took a decisive step back.

Salt pricked the corners of your eyes. Stinging, burning, hurting. You wanted to kiss her for offering, and yet you wanted to slap her for leaving you.

“Goodbye, Princess,” you said, bowing your head. 

Anguish colored over her features. With not another word, she turned and began to walk away, her dark dress fluttering in her wake. She left you there, heartbroken, the both of you not knowing that that was the last time you’d ever speak to each other.

Six years crawled on by—slow and dragging. Life at the Keep without Rhaenyra had proven to be rather dreary. You missed her, awfully so. Things just weren’t the same without the Princess—your lover around.

The realm was beginning to split, it was obvious by now, especially with King Viserys growing increasingly ill and rarely making an appearance outside of his chambers. Greens against blacks, supporters of Queens against supporters of Kings, Targaryens against Targaryens. 

Personally, you fully believed that Rhaenyra should take over her role as Queen once her father passed, but your husband seemed to think differently. You would hear him mutter aloud at times, his and Otto Hightower’s plans to put Aegon on the throne. Your brothers were none too quiet on the matter, either, both the twins boldly vocalizing their distaste to see a woman ruling the realm. A part of you wondered if they were all hatching a plan to supplant Rhaenyra during small council meetings instead of tending to actual matters of importance.

Not only that, Alicent Hightower grew more and more bitter over the years, practically ruling in her husband’s stead alongside her father. It seemed nearly the entire capital had turned their back on their future Queen they swore fealty to. 

You oft worried for your children and their safety, especially with the looming threat of war on the horizon. It was a messy affair, that was made clear, and you were nearly certain that none of it would end cleanly. 

The news that Rhaenyra was coming back to the Keep to reaffirm Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark didn’t delight you as you thought it would, for so many years. Instead, it made you worry even more—nothing good would come from her visit. She was a past love for you now, a woman you scarcely knew anymore. And yet your heart still ached when you thought of her. Of the life you didn’t choose by remaining in the capital.

Besides, Rhaenyra wasn’t here for pleasure. She wasn’t here to see you. She was here for her son—the very son that sliced out Aemond Targaryen’s eye. Alicent would not see kindly to Luke taking over Driftmark, especially with her suspicions of his true heritage. 

Tensions ran high in the castle, that was safe to say.

And so, that was why you brought your children to the Godswood, a place of peace and much-needed quiet. Everybody was abuzz in the castle. Murmurs and whispers and an uncomfortable weight hanging about the air. You couldn’t stand any of it.

You leaned against the trunk and shut your eyes for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and the chirps of birds. Petyr quietly read a book beside you and Aella traipsed over the gnarled tree’s roots that poked up from the soft grass, giggling to herself. They were good children, you thought. They didn’t deserve to see war in their lifetime.

“Do you think Lucerys remembers me?” Aella asked, her arms spread wide open as she balanced herself on a large stone. “We were so close when we were young.”

You cracked an eye open and spared her a sweet smile. “I’m sure he does, darling.”

She’d always harbored affections for him, ever since they were young children. It ran through the family, you surmised.

Your mind flooded with memories of all the times you spent with Rhaenyra here. Stealing kisses beneath the shade when nobody was around, holding hands in the gardens, hurrying down the halls of the castle with linked arms. The two of you were only children then, but it was the happiest you’d ever been.

That was where Rhaenyra found you. 

In truth, she was trying to find Princess Rhaenys to discuss the matter of betrothals, but she was glad she stumbled across you. You were just as beautiful as the day she left, Rhaenyra thought, her purple eyes curious as she watched you affectionately lean against your son. You spoke then, calling out to your daughter to be careful after she tripped over a fallen branch.

Gods, even the sound of your voice made Rhaenyra’s chest feel heavy. She ran her palms down the fabric of her black dress, over her prominent baby bump, and anxiously turned her rings about her fingers. 

After Rhaenyra studied you a little longer, she noticed that there was a distinct sort of heartache with your expression—one that Rhaenyra was sure she mirrored. So much of her wanted to step out of the shadows. She wanted to wrap you in her arms, kiss the beauty mark beneath your right eye, and tell you how much she missed you.

But she didn’t do any of those things. The two of you hardly knew each other now. Merely two strangers that used to know each other in a different lifetime. 

Rhaenyra could hardly swallow around the lump in her throat. Her feelings for you hadn’t mellowed with time, even though she’d convinced herself that they had during her time on Dragonstone. But seeing you right there made years of self-preservation come crashing down in an instant. 

First loves were always the most painful.

And with an exhale that trembled much more than Rhaenyra would care to admit, she turned on her heel and took her leave, off to find Rhaenys. 

In another life, she could’ve been with you, she was sure. A life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men. 

But this was not that life.

And Rhaenyra had come to accept that.

a/n ; thank you for reading !! i made picrews for how i pictured the lannister!reader to look like (you obviously can picture her however you want, though), along with her children, petyr & aella wylde :)

[chaoticshitstick]

The Destiny of Life☆。*。☆。

Alice Cullen x Witchy! Reader (gender neutral!)

aka: A reader who uses tarot to read the future predicts their introduction to Alice, the future-seeing vampire.

(( Y/N means your name// L/N means last name ))

TW: Mentions of intense pain

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It was a cold, rainy day in Forks, Washington. Then again, when is it not? It's almost as if the town thrives on this weather; the roads are always the slightest bit fuller.

That's because of the Cullens. Forks's very own recluse family. They never show their faces unless it's cloudy or downright pouring. Most of the people in Forks fall victim to the lies spouted by Carlisle Cullen, the group's father. Most, not all.

A simple being knows those as lies, but has no intention of bringing that to light. The lies or the Cullen's for that matter.

All that glitters is not gold; it might be a vampire.

You could assume this person is crazy. Most people do. Why shouldn't you assume they're crazy? A single soul, with no concrete proof, who doesn't believe the lies of the trips every time the sun leaks through the sky for more than a moment. This person, a self-proclaimed 'witch' among the masses, our very own (Y/N). They live life simply, going where the wind allows. The witch normally dons different shades of blue and purple velvet, with hints of black and metal tones.

And there they sit, alone at a study table in the empty school library. They sat straight, eyes closed, with a hand clutched atop a deck of cards. Not just any cards, a deck of moon phase tarot cards. It was rare to see (Y/N) without it. They do a reading for themselves every morning in the same place. This morning's draw was a strange one, to say the least.

The cards that (Y/N) practically bases their life around foretold them of an encounter. An encounter unlike any other, one that could change their life. At first, they didn't believe it. But, they had to. If the universe spoke through the cards as strongly and concise as that, it had to be true.

And true it was.

On the will of the universe, a very hurried and seemingly stressed girl bursts through the doors of the library. (Y/N)'s attention is pulled to the commotion immediately, and so is the librarian's, who ushers out a long, dragged out shush. The girl apologizes in a soft hurried voice, before speed-walking to a specifc shelf. The shelf that happened to be directly infront of (Y/N). They observe the girl for a moment, shes easily recongizable. The girl is one of the Cullen's. Alice Cullen to be exact. Students in the school tend to label her as the 'weird' Cullen.

Edward is dreamy and untouchable, Jasper is quiet and mysterious, Rosalie is pretty and snappy, Emmett is buff and a little airheaded, but Alice? She's the weird know-it-all. But, being weird is something (Y/N) knows all too well. They stand rather quietly as not to alarm the girl, but deep down, (Y/N) had a feeling she already knew what was coming.

With a few soft steps forward, (Y/N) clears their throat lightly to pull the girls attention off the shelf.

"Need help finding anything? I'm in here quite often, I'm sure I could help." they say bashfully, a weak smile on their face.

Alice is quick to shock, gasping a bit as she turns to face the person beside her. Her shock is just as quick to fade. Both parties eyes hold a glimmer of knowing; they both knew they were destined to meet, and neither of them seemed to wish to change that.

Alice sighs a bit and nods, "That'd be lovely, thank you," she says with an exasperated smile.

(Y/N) offers a more geniune smile as the girl describes what she's looking for. She needed help finding a book on deciphering symbols in dreams. Though, the girl hesitated saying dreams. The witch knew all too well what Alice needed, so a dry laugh left their lips.

"They don't have what you need here, but I may have something that can help." (Y/N) says with a wink, walking over to the table they had previously sat at. With a quick rummage through their black courdory tote bag, they return with a hard covered novel and slide it into Alice's hands. "No worries on how long you keep it, just make sure it's returned to me."

Alice's smile grows as the leather touches her hands, her eyes darting to the cover of the book. The title and author are hard to make out from wear of use, but it felt right. The girls eyes dart back up to the person in front of her. "Oh, thank you!" she says graciously, clutching the book tighter in her hands.

(Y/N) nods happily, their smile only growing. "Something in my intuition told me to bring it today, I'm glad I listened." They say cheerfully.

Alice lights up a bit as intuition is mentioned. It's not often people in Forks spoke like that, spoke like she did. Alice looks the person up and down, taking in their apperance, scent and belongings that sat on the table behind them. They smelt.. pure. A lot of the humans in the school outright stink. Not in a 'oh they need to shower' way, but in a 'your blood smells rotten' way. But this person smelt of sage and clean laundry, their blood as pure as the day they were born.

"I'm Alice, Alice Cullen." she hums with a hint of curiosity. She hesitates, but sticks her hand out for a handshake. Alice's skin was ice-cold, being a vampire and all, but for once, that didn't matter.

With an outwardly bright smile, (Y/N) wraps their hanfd around Alice's, not even flinching at the lack of heat in her skin. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N), it's a pleasure."

Alice lets out the smallest of breaths she didn't know she was holding. The class bell rings, and hoardes of students flood the halls. (Y/N) hums and smiles apolegetically, pulling their hand off of Alice's and returning to the table to collect their belongings.

"It was lovely meeting you, Alice, but I have to head out. Calculus isn't something I can afford to be late to, hope the book helps!" they exclaimed, throwing the strap of their bag over their shoulder and making towards the exit door. Alice just silently waves as they leave, a slightly awestruck look on her face.

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The following day arrives slowly, as if it was destined to never come. But that's stupid, so here we are, a day after Alice borrowed that book.

It was quite a big day. Alice had run back to her family right after the encounter, preaching off a person, a human, who shook her hand and didn't seem put off by the cold. Someone who seemed to share similar 'abilities' as her own. The Cullen's were apprehensive about Alice's interactions with this person. They're a human after all, and they can risk anything happening. Like word getting out the Cullen's are vampires, or, arguably worse, (Y/N) getting caught up and getting hurt because of them. Alice swore up and down that they'd be safe, and no word would get out. She even swore on behalf of her visions.

The Cullen's were still hesitant, but Esme urged them to be hopeful. Sweet Esme was always welcoming, and quite liked the idea of good relations with this mystery person Alice spoke of. The mothers grace was all the rest of the family needed to form a small bundle of trust for this person. All but Rosalie. She was put off by the idea of a human being so close to them.

Back in today's reality, Alice's eyes are darting around the lunch room, waiting to catch sight of the familiar face. Though, their scent hits first. Alice had described the scent in great detail to her siblings, so they all perked up a bit once it wafted in.

(Y/N) stood near the food lines, a single apple clutched in their hand. Alice is quick to smile, raising her hand to beckon them over. (Y/N) doesn't hesitate to smile back and walk to join the table. The Cullen's greeted her with kind faces, Rosalie's slightly forced and Alice's the most genuine. Though, the rest of their classmates were shell shocked. The Cullen's had never in the history of ever invited someone to sit with them, or even willingly spoke to someone outside their family. So when (Y/N) pulls out the chair next to Alice and sits down soft gasps echo through the cafeteria.

Alice urges her siblings to introduce themselves, which Edward does first. The introduction's move around the table. Rosalie hesitates a bit, but gives a smile when (Y/N) looks at her expectantly. Alice throws an arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder and takes the liberty of properly introducing them to her family. (Y/N)'s face reddens the slightest bit at the contact, but beams brightly as they're introduced.

Then and only then does Alice bring light to the book (Y/N) had leant her, a book that Alice had been searching for for years. Unbeknownst to them, Alice had a vision in the lot of the school a mere 10 minutes before they met. A vision that she'd finally find the book she'd been looking for. About the same time (Y/N) finished their tarot reading and was informed of a meeting that'd change their life. Alice's mention of the book brings shock to her siblings face, and curiousity to (Y/N)'s. Alice explains loosely, saying she had a vision what she had needed for a while was in the library.

Alice didn't expect this answer to bring them any clarity, but it did. A look of shock washes over (Y/N)'s face. They're quick to explain what happened to them, with the tarot reading. This brings shock to the entire table. A human, so connected with the universe, they willed a power similar to Alice's into existance.

"Maybe they should stick around," Emmett chimes in, "It'll never hurt to have two va- people who can do the same thing."

Rosalie delivers a rather rough elbow to Emmett's side, causing him to stutter over his slip up. Though, (Y/N) doesn't notice, and if they did, they did a damn good job hiding it. They just nod enthusiastically at the idea of sticking around. It's a pretty unanimous decision, minus Rosalie, who hesitated before reluctantly agreeing.

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All in all, (Y/N) made a good addition to the Cullen's. Having a secondary source of visions put less stress on Alice, and gave a way to cement Alice's foggy visions. Something wasn't super clear to one of them? Ask the other for insight. The pair worked like a well oiled machine, and it was rare to find either without one another on school property. As the two grow closer, Carlisle offers the idea of turning (Y/N). The family was put off by this, never had Carlisle given the option unless the to-be-turned was in critical condition, or in other words, dying. And (Y/N) was not dying. Yet, Carlisle stood strong on his idea. They knew too much about the Cullen's to risk leaving out in the world, the turning was for (Y/N)'s protection, just as much as it was for the Cullen's.

Honestly, Alice liked the idea. She liked the idea of having someone like her, both in abilities and personality. The pair bounced off eachother like they were both made of rubber. They were, in truth, made for each other. The universe willed it. A set of twin flame destined to find the other and grow. They fed each others light with their own. You could call them soulmates, but some might argue vampires don't have a soul, that they're demonic undead creatures. But, you need a soul to feel, and Alice knew exactly how she felt. It was crystal clear.

She approached (Y/N) the following day to dine with her family, to which (Y/N) agreed happily.

There, the Cullen's properly revealed their secret. They were vampires, and had been for a while. Though, (Y/N) wasn't scared. They held no fear of the 'blood sucking monsters' that stood in front of them. They knew deep down the Cullen's weren't human. The Cullen's, albeit vampires, were the only 'people' to ever treat them as if they belonged. So once Carlisle sprung the question, they were quick to agree. (Y/N) had truly nothing to lose.

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It was a painful and arduous process. You have to be concious for the venom to work, and it hurt. It felt like poisoned lava was seeping through their veins. The following nights are filled with pained screams and broken sobs. They begin to die down on the third night, and by sunrise, a new (Y/N) emerges from the cellar.

It was clear they were in pain, but that didn't keep Alice from pouncing on them the second they returned. With a pained but happy groan, (Y/N) wraps an arm around Alice, squeezing her as tight as their weak muscles could.

The family, (Y/N)'s new family, was more welcoming as ever. Jasper volenteered to assist in the 'training' of their new vampire. The Cullen's are the vampire version of vegetarian, only living off animal blood, instead that of humans. New vampires always struggle with this process. Jasper had just begun to finish his own training, so he was more than welcome to help. As was Alice, she had no plans to leave (Y/N)'s side from then on.

And she did just that. Not once was Alice seen without (Y/N) at her side. Especially since they started living with the Cullens.

It seemed as though the two were truly destined to meet, and the universe made sure they did.

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[vaskemire]

Ok, these are the last ones for now, I'll be back one day, probably this month, but who knows

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[little-diable]

Don't Break my Heart, Cowboy - Jasper Hale (smut)

Since y'all loved my other Cowboy!Jasper fic so much, I wanted to share another one with you. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader works at a ranch with a few other cowboys, but with one she instantly clicked, finding herself drawn to him and his mysterious aura.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, public piv, somewhat outdoor piv, dom!Jasper, rough Jasper, degrading

Pairing: Cowboy!Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.2k words)

With her eyes closed and her face turned towards the blue sky, (y/n) allowed her horse to guide her, to follow the others as she relaxed for just a moment. They had been riding for the past hours, needing to make it to their summer camp before the sun went down, needing to set up their tents before darkness could engulf them. But even though they were working on a tight schedule, the group didn’t give in to the need to hurry, enjoying the rough nature they made it through.

“You alright, darlin’?” Jasper’s words forced her eyes open, having to blink a few times to adjust to the sun’s brightness. For a moment, her eyes wandered over his handsome features, the pale skin, the golden eyes, and those blonde roots she so desperately wanted to tug on. She always had it bad for Jasper, the handsome cowboy who had instantly taken a liking to her, treating her like one of them from day one.

“I am, just felt the need to soak this all up before having to work again tomorrow.” Their shared chuckles caught up with the other four cowboys who were riding ahead of them, momentarily turning back towards the two. 

“We don’t have any time for flirting, you two lovebirds.” She rolled her eyes at them, sat up straighter and reached for her reins. With a challenging look shot at Jasper, she pressed her heel into her horse’s side. (Y/n) raced past the others, smirking as they called for her, trying to catch up with the laughing woman. 

The wind stroked her limbs, cosying her along as they raced through meadows, along the trail that’d take them to the spot where they were supposed to set up camp. It was an area she had never been to before, an area so calm, (y/n) feared she never would want to leave again. This felt like heaven on earth, a piece of the Garden of Eden, a piece so untouched she didn’t even want to trod through the land stretching ahead. 

“Last to arrive at camp has to do the dishes!” With another laugh bubbling out of her, she watched Emmet race past her, not looking back once. And with her eyes set ahead, (y/n) got to racing once again, set on making it to camp first. 

……

“Isn’t it astonishing that he tried to race us but still arrived last?” Jasper murmured his words, eyes set on his brother as (y/n) chuckled into her cup. They had arrived a while ago and had instantly set up the camp, helping one another with the tents they’d have to share, starting the fire, and cooking dinner. It felt like a family adventure, spending time with the people you adore, people you want to spend most of your time with.

“I’m pretty sure his ego got quite the blow from it.” Her eyes met his, no longer golden though a darker shade. By now (y/n) was all too used to watching his eye colour change, and yet she was still fascinated by the richness of his pupils, no matter the light. They told stories so old, (y/n) feared she’d uncover secrets she could never forget again. 

It was a dangerous line she was walking, falling for a cowboy who would always love his horse and his work more than any woman to warm his bed. But she had never been one for backing away from a challenge.

“Where did you learn to ride like that?” The interest swimming in his pupils left her heart skipping beats, not used to being around men who were as interested in her. (Y/n) had to avert her gaze, focusing on the fire that warmed their limbs as the evening grew colder by the minute. 

“We had horses back home, it was pretty much the only thing I enjoyed doing.” A melancholic sensation flushed through her as (y/n) thought of her home, of the horses she had grown up with. It was a bittersweet feeling, torn between being homesick and enjoying the free feeling she had never gotten to experience like at this very ranch. 

“I think you can certainly teach us another thing or two with that speed you got, darlin’.” He bumped his shoulder with hers, drawing a soft chuckle from (y/n). Before she could even try to reply, voice shaking from the unfamiliar sensation his closeness still pushed through her, the others gained her attention.

“Before we get to drinking, who will share a tent with who?” Out of the corner of her eye, (y/n) watched Jasper study her, seemingly not paying attention to the cowboy who had spoken up. It seemed as if he was debating something, letting a few seconds pass, before he slowly moved closer to (y/n). A giddy feeling pushed through her veins, forcing her teeth into her lower lip to stop herself from making any sounds. 

She didn’t focus on the bickering of the others as her gaze finally met Jasper’s, unable to bite down her smile at the way he was looking at her. Something was swimming in his pupils, something she couldn’t pinpoint, and yet she was awfully excited, wondering how the upcoming weeks would play out. 

“(Y/n) and I will share.” Jasper had spoken up without ripping his gaze from her features. His words left her heart freezing, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Well, we already knew that, didn’t we? We wouldn’t dare steal your girl, brother.” (Y/n) didn’t find any strength to roll her eyes at Emmet, purely focused on being called “his girl”. It had been a long time since she had last found herself drawn to a man, but Jasper was everything her heart was calling out for, hoping that he wasn’t the one to break her heart. 

Jasper’s tongue ran along his lips, forcing her gaze towards his mouth for just a second – a second he clearly picked up on. Without knowing what her body was doing, she suddenly rose to her feet, murmuring a small “Excuse me” before leaving Jasper behind. (Y/n) was desperate for a second to breathe, overwhelmed by Jasper’s forwardness and the teasing of the others. 

She walked through the meadow towards the horses, smiling as she came to a halt near them. Deep exhales left her stretched lungs, letting her eyes flutter close for a moment or two. She tried to focus on her surroundings, on the sounds echoing through the evening, the feeling of the warm breeze teasing her, the scents hanging in the air. But all she could truly focus on, was the way her body warned her that somebody was close; no, not just somebody – Jasper. 

“Everything alright?” She felt him next to her, allowing her to stand still for a little longer before opening her eyes. (Y/n) stared up at him with a soft smile, wondering what he was about to say, if he was about to say something at all. But all Jasper did was turn towards her, hand cupping her cheek as he waited for her to pull away. 

“Jasper,” (y/n) murmured his name, drawing a hum from him. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his lips found hers without another warning. Jasper’s cold hands drew her closer, placed on her neck and waist, holding her against his strong chest as their lips moved in sync. The small moan leaving (y/n) seemed to encourage him only further, allowing his tongue to move along her lower lip.

The kiss grew heated, fiery as the flames that had danced near them only a few minutes ago, demanding as the beat of their hearts that needed and wanted even more. (Y/n) finally got the chance to tug on his blonde roots, a movement that left Jasper groaning. Heat pooled between her thighs at the sounds he was making, silently praying that the night wouldn’t end with just a kiss. 

“You’ll be the death of me, darlin’,” Jasper whispered against her swollen lips, staring down at her with love swimming in his pupils. 

“Not before you make me yours.” 

……

“Gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?” His raspy words rang in her ears. (Y/n) found herself kneeling, hands fisting the fabric of their big sleeping bag. He had made quick work of their clothes the second he had pushed her into their tent, needing to give into their longings for one another. 

“Yes, I promise.” Desperation dripped from her words, begging Jasper to finally give in. He was positioned behind her, not giving her a chance to pick up on the wide smirk glued to his lips. His cold fingers found her core, leaving her to jerk in surprise at the new sensation, struggling to stop herself from speaking up. 

Jasper didn’t take his time with her, he didn’t move slow, no, he was focused on making her tremble, on preparing her for his cock. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against his fingers, begging him for more, to push her closer and closer to the edge.

“I can’t wait to sink my cock into your perfect pussy, I bet you will feel so tight around me.”  A whimper managed to leave (y/n) at his words, hoping that he’d finally fuck her like she had hoped he would for weeks on end. She heard him spit into his palm, heard him shuffle around as he pulled his hand from her. “And you’ll take me like the good slut you are, won’t you?”

She got no chance to reply to his words, eyes forced shut and lips pressed together at the feeling of his cock pushing into her. Her walls fluttered around him, desperately trying to adjust to his girth as Jasper held still, giving her a handful of seconds. But the moment he pulled back, only to push back in with more force, he turned into a ruthless form of himself, set on fucking her till she was close to passing out. 

(Y/n) knew that she’d wake with bruises littering her body, she knew that she’d struggle with walking for a while, and yet she couldn’t care about anything but the feeling of Jasper fucking her, making her feel like she had never felt before. He held her fate in his hands, the one to decide over the outcome of this very night, but also of their time together, the one to wield the sword when the time was right. And she’d blindly trust him, following him wherever his path may take him. 

“Oh fuck, Jas’.” (Y/n)’s whispered words left him chuckling, and yet the sound didn’t carry any humour, no, it dripped with something dangerous. Within seconds he had forced her off the floor, pressed to his naked, muscular chest. She didn’t anticipate his hand finding her mouth, choked on her surprised gasps as he forced two fingers down on her tongue, leaving (y/n) trembling in his grasp.

“I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” A hum left her while tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground as Jasper kept fucking her, ruthlessly taking what he was needy for. She knew that she couldn’t drag this out much longer, knew that she’d cum way too soon, but she couldn’t care about that, could only care about the way he was fucking her. “Touch yourself for me, darlin’.”

Her shaky fingers found her clit, hastinly circling it to push her over the edge. She kept on trembling, kept on humming around his fingers as her walls clenched his cock. Jasper’s pace didn’t falter, stuck on the fast pace that pushed her into another dimension as she came. 

The white, hot sensation flushed through her, leaving her breathless as Jasper kept fucking her, not backing down. Her orgasm had a tight grasp on her, longer than ever before, all because of the groaning man who was about to give in, set on imprinting himself on her walls. And with a simple “Fuck” leaving Jasper, he came, holding onto (y/n) till his orgasm passed.

Both were panting, only slowly letting go of one another as their bodies relaxed. (Y/n) plopped down on the ground with Jasper following moments later. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, only staring at one another with smiles glued to their lips. 

“I hope you know that I won’t let you out of my sight ever again.” Jasper’s words left her chuckling, forcing her closer as her lips found his, pressing a soft kiss against them.

“As long as you don’t break my heart, cowboy.”

[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Aphrodite/Venus deep dive

Lady Aphrodite/Venus is Amazing and beautiful in soul and looks, graceful as a swan and as kind as a mother, I adore Lady Aphrodite/Venus as a worshiper and as a researcher, she is far beyond interesting, she is a powerful and wonderful goddess and a mother

Herbs • anemone, daffodil, myrtle, lettuce , pomegranate, apple, rosemary fresh roses, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, the olive tree, narcissus, honeysuckle, the apple tree, the lime tree, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, lotus

Animals• hare, turtle-dove, sparrow, goose, swan, horses, hummingbirds, cats, butterflies, bees, fish, hare. 

Symbols• Hearts, Seashells, Mirror, Girdles, Dolphins, Doves, Swans, Sparrows, Bees, Sea Foam, Pomegranates, Apples, Strawberries, Oranges, Pears

Colors • pink & red, rose gold , blue, green, white, gold, baby blue, pastel colors, Seafoam green, Aqua

Appearance in astral or general • many ancient artworks of her, depicted her with traditionally male features, like beards, along with traditionally female features, she can change looks many times, but no matter her looks she is the most beautiful alive.

Crystal• rose quarts, garnet, pearls, diamond, sapphire, aquamarine, opal, sea glass, silver, emerald, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, ocean jasper, morganite

Jewelry • pearls, rose gold, promise rings, diamonds

epithets of Aphrodite• Psytiros - whispering Aphrodite, epithet also is attributed to Eros, Euploia - a marine epithet to Aphrodite of easy sailing, fair voyage, Leaina -the Lioness, an epithet given to the Goddess by Athenian orator Democha, Praxis - Aphrodite of action, a statue to whom stood in the city of Megara, Peitho - as an epithet to Aphrodite, it describes Her a persuasive, Epiodoros - Aphrodite of bountiful gifts as She was titled by Greek poet Stesichoru, Argounis - shining Aphrodite, worshiped in Boeotia and likely associated with Dawn, Philomedes - Aphrodite of a lovely smile or smiling Aphrodite, Helikoblepharos - quick-glancing, or Aphrodite with an ever-moving eye, Polychrisou - rich in gold, rich in many golden gifts, Chrisopeplos - gold-clad, Aphrodite dressed in gold, Chrisostephanos -  Aphrodite wearing a golden wreath, Chrisanios - Aphrodite holding golden rein as Her chariot was often said to be fully made of gold, Nikêphoros- She is the Warlike, Areia- She is the averter of unlawful desires and actions, Apostrophia- She is one who blessed marriage and unions, Migôntis- She is the one who turns to love, Ourania- Heavenly, Divine Love, Pandêmos- Common To All, Epistrophia - She who Turns to Love, Nympthia Hêrê - Of Hera of Marriage, Symmakhia- Ally in Love, Pontia - Of the Sea, Kypria - Of Cyprus, Pothon Mater -  Mother of Desire, Chrysea- Golden, Aphrodite Urania (also spelt Ourania), Aphrodite Pandemos, Venus Genatrix, Peitho, - meaning persuasion, Philommeidḗs - "smile-loving", Cypris and Cythereia -  for her association of Cyprus and Cythera, Eleemon, In Athens, she was known as Aphrodite in kopois ("Aphrodite of the Gardens”, At Cape Clias, a town along the Attic coast, she was venerated as Genetyllis "Mother", Aphrodite Euploia - of the fair voyage, Anaduomenê - The Goddess Who Arose From The Sea, Ambologêra - The Ons Who Delays Old Age, Antheia - The Blooming One / Friend Of Flowers , Apotrophia - The Expeller ( Of Shameful and Sinful Desire), Areia - The Warlike, Kupria/Kuprigeneia - The One Born in The Island Of Cyprus, Despoina - The Rulling Goddess/ The Mistress , Genetullis - The Protectress Of Births , Nikêphoros - Bringer Of Victory

Cult epithets • Ourania (heavenly) , Pandémos (common to all) , areia (of ares, warlike) , hòplismené (armed) , Symmakhia (ally in love) 

Poetic epithets • Kypris ( of Cyprus) , philomeidês (laughter loving) , aphrogenia (foam born) khryseé (golden) Pothón Mêtêr (mother of desire) 

Names• Venus, Aphrodite, Harthor, Astare, Priyah, inanna, isis, Freaya,

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Zodiac • Libra, taruas

How to get closer • sign her hymms or dance in her honor

Number• 5

Courting• Ares, she is no longer married.

Past lovers and flings • Anchises (a mortal in the past she dated), Adonis ( handsome young man killed by a boar (Ares in disguise), Dionysus, Zues (maybe), Hermes, Phaethon, Posideon, Butes, Apollon

Devine children • Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, Eros, Anteros, pothos, hermaphrodios, (From the mortal Anchuses), Aeneas a mythical hero of Troy and Rome, and Lyrus/Lyrnus (From Butes), eryxs, Meligounis and several more unnamed daughters, Hymenajks, lacchus, priapus, the Charites, (graces: Aglaea, Euphrosyne, Thalia) (From Dionysus) Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia, The Erotes (Eros) , Anteros, Himeros ,  Pothos,  from Ares, Hermaphroditos, Priapus, from Hermes, Rhodos from Posideon, Beroe, Golgos, Priapus (rarely) (from Adonis), Astynous from Phaethon, Priapus (from Zeus)

Attendees • The erotes, Harmonia, Hebe, peithos, the kharites , Naiades

Regions• Cyprus; Kytherea, Corinth, Eryx in Sicly

Holiest shrine•  Paphos, island of Cyprus, (her birth place & seat of her mysteria) 

Other shrines • Temples throughout Greece and Asia Minor and ur moms house. Some places, most notably Sparta, Thebes, and Cyprus honored her as a goddess of war.

Parents • Ouranos Sometimes it’s said that she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione. And born from the severed genitals of the primordial god Ouranos.

Siblings • Aeacus, Angelos, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Dionysus, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Ersa, Hebe, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Minos, Pandia, Persephone, Perseus, Rhadamanthus, the Graces, the Horae, the Litae, the Muses and the Moirai.

personality• she isn’t intimidating at first, she likes not having already used products on her alter if possible, a clean, nice smelling alter.

dislikes• She does not like Medusa, she wants nothing to do with her for some reason, just what I’ve heard from people who worshiped Aphrodite and Medusa in close timelines

Diety of • Sex, libido, self-image, self-love, relationships, friendships, parent love and pet love, crushes, lust, procreation, seduction, pleasure, happiness, sadness, passion, stalking, ports, port homes

Home• Olympus and was living in the sea before Olympus

Hate• Boars, pigs. 

Likes• Faries, unicorns, butterflies, lacy & frilly things, music boxes, ballet, cars.

Roots• Greek, born near Paphos, on the island of Cyprus

Offerings • pastries, cakes, , olive branches,  dark chocolate, wine, apples, perfume, makeup, Pomegranate: said to be first planted by Aphrodite herself, Strawberries, Raspberries, Blackberries, Figs, Watermelon, Sea shells, handheld mirrors/ beautifully ornate mirrors, makeup products, perfumes (sweet/sensual/seductive ones), skin/body care products, fruits, apples, lettuce, pomegranates, chocolates, sugar and cream, honey, wine (rosé or sweet-scented), sweetened rose tea, rose quartz, pearls, jewelry, roses, flower bouquets, statues of her sacred animals (ex- swans) ,  myrtle or myrrh incense, pink/gold/white candles, seawater, the artwork of her, devotional poems, self-care routines, ritual baths, have a rose garden that you can take care of in her name if possible, be supportive of women and the LGBTQ+ community. • olive oil, fruit, honey, chocolate, dark chocolate (she loves it) , Apples/golden apples, Mermaids, Jewelry, Cherries, Dolphins imagery, Perfumes, Cologne, Makeup, Combs, Affirmations/Affirmation Cards, Beach Sand, Sea imagery, Water, Love poems, Oyster shells, Pink Salt, Driftwood, Sea glass, Amenome/Roses/Carnations, Other flowers, Valentine's Day gifts, Teddy bears, Rose water, Eros/Cupid imagery, Cakes, (Dress up) Dolls, Chapstick/lipstick, Fishnets, Honey cakes, Undergarments, Hearts, Handheld fans, Pictures of loved ones, Condoms/lube(18+), Lingerie(18+), Undergarments(18+), Sex toys(18+), NSFW magazines/books/movie(18+) (AND I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY 18+, OR ASK HER!!), roses, Myrtles, Apples, Pomegranates, Honey, Chocolates, Cookies or cakes made to look like one of Her symbols (ex- hearts), Strawberries, Oranges, Pears, Bath Salts, Bath oils, Bubble bath soap, Scented lotions or fancy soaps

Devotional• light your favorite candle, put on your favorite lotion or perfume, put on your favorite piece of jewelry, put on your favorite article of clothing, enjoy a sweet treat, Sex magic, Glamour spells, Dressing up, acts of self care and acts of self- love, Caring for mental & physical health, Take a bubble bath,Spend time at the sea, Collect sea shells, Read Sappho poetry, Donate to LBGTQ+, Support sex workers, Have safe sex and learn about it, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, Donate to woman programs and shelters, Do stuff to make ur self feel empowered and beautiful, Honor her kids and ares, watch a romcom, watch a regular romantic movie or show or read your favorite romantic story, Make plans with loved ones and friends or your lover in her honor, Treat yourself to something you enjoy, if you have a pet and they like to snuggle, snuggle or lay with them. Talk to them and tell them how much you love them (If able take them for a walk or a ride), listen to ocean/sea soundscapes, read up on all the many kinds of love, engage in an act of self-care, listen to love songs, listen to a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or playlist, or journal all of your favorite things and things that you love, learn about the different kinds of love, do things that boost your self esteem, be gentle with yourself, take it easy, etc, watch a ballet, read love poems, Dress up and selfies, Keep menstrual products on you (even if you don't bleed), Advocate for pro-choice, Give/accept compliments, Advocate for SA victims, Go on a date, Take yourself on a date, Do something nice for your partner, get a Manicure/pedicure, Flirt, Affirmations in the mirror, Drink wine, Advocate for proper sex ed (Including queer sex ed), Experiment with your style, Mirror scrying, Listen to sleep affirmations, Love letter to self/her/partner, Take a bath/shower,Go to the ocean/water, Finally give into that one kink (You know the one, 18+), do Masturbation in her honor (only 18+, I heard she’s not comfortable with minors doing it, but that’s between y’all, just ask her beforehand.), Practice safe sex (18+), Educate yourself on the porn industry, Support sex workers (TIP THEM, 18+), Have sex (18+), Get educated on consent/safe sex, Take nude/lewds (18+)

Holiday • on March 18, goddess of fertility day 

Season• spring 

Status• Olympian, major goddess

Music • Harry styles, Classical music, old love songs (50s & 60s)

Day• Friday 

Planet• Venus

Tarot• High priestess, the lovers, the empress, the star

Rituals • honored and invoked for love and fertility and beauty

Festivals • Aphrodisa, kinyrades ( summer festival) adonia ( mourning for Adonis, woman only) 

Fact• She was most worshiped during times of politics, Many people offered her Opiates, or did Opiates in her honor. opium-burners were often found at her shrines in ancient times, please do not do opium.

Prayer•

1• sing, sing, oh i sing to aphrodite who is most beautiful! she who stirs the passionof men & god alike! o, to she — i sing! golden goddess with soft lashes, golden goddess withsoft arms, i spin and sing and delight in the bright rose that is you. may i dance with your grace, lifted up as the foam from the sea as you were — may my smile be blessed with delight. golden-haired goddess, bless my tongue to be sweet as honey, bless my fingers to be delicate and swift, bless my steps so they may bound forth in soft beauty. glory to she — praise to she! goddess of ever golden smiles, of fierce beauty, of spilling laughter and delight. o! may i love as you love — may i delight as you delight! goddess, fill me with your beauty — may i shine & rise above the wrathful waters of those around me and delight, delight, delight in the glory that you have given to me! 

2•Golden Aphrodite

Lady of beauty and grace, Please give me the power to appreciate my body, Grant me confidence in my masculinity, Help me to feel your love within myself, and to express it outwardly as well, Lady Aphrodite, please hear my prayer, I sing your praises and offer you this incense

3•Aphrodite, guide me towards love. Help me discover it, receive it, embrace it, give it, celebrate it, honor it, teach it, and live it. Let love be the mark I leave, as your devotee, as a human being. 

4• Antheia 

Hear to me my call for spring to have sprung,Oh, sweet one scented of honey and nectar. Hear my call Aphrodite Antheia,As I harken a need for the sweet bloom. I crave the beauty of the opening flower, The sweet taste of its nectar upon my lips. Ah Aphrodite Antheia, Bring to me the joy of the fresh blooms. Let the petals cascade upon my body, Allow me the joy of the sunshine. Oh sweet one, Oh Aphrodite Antheia. Bestow upon me and mine, The gifts of the flowers fair.

5•daughter of seafoam, goddess of beauty, aphrodite please hear my cries. please listen as i describe all the parts of me that are shattered & torn, please understand as i tell my stories of pain. aphrodite accept me please. aphrodite pick me up & help me mend myself for i am yours, thank you so much & so mote it be

6• Aphrodite rivals the beauty of the sun setting over an ocean's horizon as you stand on the shore, the water tickling your feet as it pulled in and pushed back out repeatedly by the waves.

Scents/Inscene •  Rose, wine, fresh roses, Frankincesne, Myrrth, vanilla, cinnamon, cypress, jasmine, cherry blossom, lavender. 

Other• images of things she’s associated with, jewelry, perfume, bath salts , scented lotion, seawater, seashells, sand, makeup, feathers, self care essentials. 

Links/websites/sources

 @khaire-traveler

 ephemeral-cryptid.tumblr.com

  @mars-and-the-theoi graffitiphilosopher.tumblr.com teawiththegods.tumblr.com

 @seleniangnosis

@melitheoidevotion

 @seafoamsister

 evilios.tumblr.com hearthcreation.tumblr.com orsialos.tumblr.com 

@hisfluer

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[saiscribbles]

What do you think of Skinny Jasper and how do you think she and Jasper would get along? They give me big sister and little sister vibe or friends whatever

I actually have a pretty complex headcanon about this!

I think if Jasper met up with the other Earth Quartzes it would be tense. It was mostly Jasper's lines in Fragments that put me on this line of thinking: "The only problem you have are your friends." "Can't you see they're holding you back?" "They're afraid of your power." "Those so called friends of yours don't understand, they want you to feel bad for being yourself."

This instantly gave me the impression Jasper was projecting. Big time. Maybe she was too intense even for the other Quartzes. And from some of the things she says in Earthlings it makes me think she's probably said some cruel things to them, especially the other Beta Kindergarten Gems.

"Your weakness embarrasses Homeworld You suffer because it's what you deserve! We all only get what we deserve."

"Every Gem is made for a purpose: to serve the order of the Diamonds. Those who cannot fit inside this order must be purged!"

"Earth is a prison. I got out because I'm better than this place."

Jasper I feel has always been very isolated. No other Earth Quartz was on her level. After the Earth was abandoned by the Diamonds Jasper was put into the service of Yellow Diamond's court while everyone else was shoved off to do busy work on the Zoo station by Blue Diamond. I doubt she's seen the rest of them since.

I think deep down Jasper's true core motivation is justifying her own existence. She came from the slapdash Kindergarten that existed just to quickly make more soldiers to fight the Crystal Gem rebellion. Homeworld lost that war anyway. The planet she was made on is now considered a point of shame. And as far as anyone knows her Diamond was slain. No matter how perfect she came out or how powerful she is her origins are always going to haunt her. So she has to prove she was worth making in the first place.

[the-mortuary-witch]

DAY OF THE WEEK CORRESPONDENCES

MONDAY

Planet: Moon

Tarot: High Priestess and Moon

Colours: white, light blue, and grey

Stones: moonstone, pearl, fluorite, amethyst, quartz, and sapphire

Herbs: moonflower, jasmine, gardenia, and white rose

Influences: astral realm, clairvoyance, creativity, dream work, emotions, family, fertility, healing the home, illumination, inspiration, intuition, love, prophecy, protection, psychic ability, travel, and truth

TUESDAY

Planet: Mars

Tarot: Strength and Wands (5 and 6)

Colours: red and orange

Stones: carnelian, ruby, bloodstone, garnet, and red jasper

Herbs: basil, ginger, black pepper, patchouli, holly, dragon’s blood, nettle, thistle, thorns, wormwood, and hawthorn

Influences: power, war, courage, aggression, revenge, hexes and curses, destruction, ambition, sexual identity, sex magick, and self confidence

WEDNESDAY

Planet: Mercury 

Tarot: The Magician, Wheel of Fortune, and Pentacles (8)

Colour: blue

Stones: agate, citrine, aventurine, sodalite, lapis, hematite, and emerald

Herbs: lavender, rosemary, fern, cherry, liquorice, poppy, mugwort, plantain, apple, and fennel

Influences: communication, arts, change, mental power, education, divination, psychic power, divination, wisdom, knowledge, traveling, spiritual enlightenment, and mischief. 

THURSDAY

Planet: Jupiter

Tarot: Pentacles (ace, 9, 10)

Colours: royal blue, green, and purple

Stones: amethyst, sapphire, turquoise, lepidolite, and sugilite

Herbs: cinnamon, sage, nutmeg, melissa, clove, and honeysuckle

Influences: money, business, manifestation, justice, healing, abundance, luck, fidelity, honour, justice (legal matters), leadership, loyalty, prosperity, relationships, well-being, and success

FRIDAY

Planet: Venus

Tarot: Empress, Lovers, and Cups (2)

Colour: pink

Stones: rose quartz, pink tourmaline, moonstone, jade, peridot, emerald, and ruby

Herbs: red hibiscus, rose, lavender, rosemary, jasmine, blue lotus, violet, birch, sage, and ivy

Influences: beauty, emotions, fertility, friendship, happiness, love, passion, pleasure, sexuality, and wisdom

SATURDAY

Planet: Saturn

Tarot: Temperance and Swords (knight, 2)

Colours: black, dark grey, indigo, and dark purple 

Stones: onyx, obsidian, smokey quartz, jet,  and pumice

Herbs: myrrh, moss, thyme, basil, hemlock, nettle, peppermint, pomegranate, hyacinth, mallow, and juniper

Influences: banish, binding magick, death, protection, freedom, justice, karma, banishing, uncrossing magick, hexes, and curses

SUNDAY

Planet: Sun

Colours: yellow and gold

Tarot: Chariot, Sun, and Wands (ace)

Stones: citrine, sunstone, pyrite, gold, goldstone, carnelian, orange calcite, tiger’s eye, and amber

Herbs: sunflower, chamomile, calendula, marigold, bergamot, oak, rosemary, and oregano

Influences: accomplishment, action, ambition, attraction, authority, beauty, confidence, creativity, energy (solar), fame, freedom, friendship, goals, personal growth, healing, hope, illumination, justice, leadership, light, protection, and spirituality 

[in1-nutshell]

If you have seen X-Men 97, the comics, or the 90s series (not the movies, they are great, but these are more accurate and it makes me so happy), then could you do mutant buddy interacting with the bots (tfp) but they are scared of them due to sentinels, and sometimes have panic attacks or something? Idk. They dont mention they are a mutant due to, well, being a mutant, and their mutant power could be like Gambit's, cabel's, or whoever, maybe even Magneto. Thank you, if you dont, then google, please, the Doctor Who one has killed me, i would love to see the two crossover.

I don't remember making a Dr. Who Buddy, but I can certainly do Marvel (X-men) Buddies!

Hope you enjoy!

Mutant Buddy with Magneto powers meeting Arcee and Bulkhead

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Human (Mutant) reader

TFP

It had been a couple weeks since Buddy had gotten the message from their team to split up and stay under the radar.

What better place to lie low than Jasper Nevada.

A place so boring and plain, the perfect place to stay under cover until they are needed again.

…that was until they came across two robots arguing in the middle of the road.

Buddy looking in shock at the two bots arguing. They calmed down a bit seeing that they weren’t Sentinels. Or maybe these were a new type of Sentinels sent to get them. Maybe if they just turned around now…

Bulkhead: “And we wouldn’t be in this mess if we’d just gone that way!” He points in Buddy’s direction and turns to feel the frightened human. Arcee sighs: “Ratchet is not going to be happy about this.”

She starts moving to the human. Buddy feels their heart pounding against their chest. The flashes of the blue bot and the Sentinel start merging. Bulkhead stops Arcee.

Bulkhead: “Let me try.” Arcee: “You? All right, but if things go south, I’m stepping in.”

Bulkhead nods before turning to the human. Buddy is on edge waiting for the first sigh of hostility. To their surprise the large green bot kneels and gives them a warm smile. Definitely not something a regular Sentinel would do. Whoever is making these new bots needs a raise for making them seem harmless.

Bulkhead: “Hey there, I know this has got to be pretty scary right now, but your safe.” Buddy slightly tilts their head in confusion. Bulkhead: “I promise all of this will be explained if you come with us—”

Buddy takes a step back nervously. Their heart was hammering against their chest and hands started shaking. Arcee, getting annoyed at how long this is taking decides to take matters into her own servos. It worked with Jack; how hard could this be?

Arcee: “We tried it your way Bulk, now it’s my way.”

Mistake 1.

 Roughly pushing Bulkhead back.

Mistake 2.

Holding her servo out above their head.

Mistake 3.

Moving down too quickly.

Buddy screamed raising their arms out.

Both Autobots were immediately flung several feet back.

The human with shaky hands and tears in their eyes just ran back into the town.

The bots would have followed if it weren’t for the fact that they had escaped into a crowd and blended in with everyone else.

Oh, Optimus and Fowler were defiantly going to like this.

Personal thought: First time I saw this version of Magneto my mind went 'This. This is how Megatron's holoform would look like.'