#juno adores flowers

[ghostenluvs]

spencer the inventor & juno!!!!!

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[rumisgf]

U totally can ignore this BTW but....

Thinking of kirishima with seeing a single mother y/n, like....tell me he won't bring toys for ur kid and flowers for you everytime he sees u

no bc juno you’re literally so right

kirishima with single mother!reader, someone who has a son she loves dearly, but she wishes that his birth father would stick around. taking care of a two year old isn’t easy, especially when you’re still a young adult in your 20’s.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who when first finding out— despite his friends’ own opinions, was nothing less than understanding. in fact, he was excited to meet your son.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who brought flowers for you when he came to your apartment, and didn’t fail to catch your son glance at him from the living room. he waved at him with a smile, and the boy shyly waved back.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who brought your son a happy meal, to your surprise. despite your protests of ‘oh you didn’t have to’ your son, on the other hand, ran over and happily accepted his food. he smiled when eijirou said “here you go little man!”

kirishima with a single mother!reader who became even more polite since then. he brings you flowers pretty much every time he sees you, holds your hand down the stairs, pays for all your hair, nail, or lash appointments, and flings himself to open every door for you. you can’t help but notice your son’s new fondness of your now boyfriend.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who on your son’s birthday, he payed for his cake and bought him not only a nintendo switch— but a new puppy. sure, he was spoiling the hell out of your son. but, he was utterly in love with you. who was he to not help you take care of your son, especially if he would soon become his own once he finally marries you?

kirishima with a single mother!reader who takes you and your son to disneyland, where during the fireworks: he finally proposes— something he’s wanted to do since he first knew he was in love with you. you accept the ring with tear filled eyes, and the two of you share a sweet kiss. then, he kneels down to your excited son and lifts him into the air. as he asks “you excited to have a new papa, little man?” your son excited exclaims “yeah! yeah!”

kirishima with a single mother!reader who has you pregnant by the time you get married, giving your son a new father and a new baby sister. you could never be so lucky to find such a great man, all your family and friends adore him— and his own friends ended up adoring you. you both were the sweetest, healthiest couple they’ve ever seen.

[astropookie]

asteroids related to love 💝

ao haru ride

ik this is too cheesy for my style but hope it may help :) these asteroids are just a few compared to the existing.

self love

hygeia (10): how to maintain a healthy relationship between body and soul.

medea (212): represents our healing ability. archetype of Pluto/scorpio. where we make mistakes again and again, vengeful, practically process of healing.

fated connections

devine (3561): if it has aspects with other’s person planets/asteroids could indicate a trascendental connection.

libby (5672): represents fated connections.

aura (1488): represents an intuitive connection.

karma (3811): indicates you’re destined to meet with these person due to past-life unfinished business.

destinn (6583): strong connection, destiny like.

pholus (5145): if it’s in synastry/composite chart, indicates unexpected events that would change the trajectory of your life -that has to do with this connection-.

sposetti (22354): means “married couple” in Italian. marriage potential, past life marriages or special connections.

betrayal

oenone (215): indicates people where you have been cheated on/ left by lovers or simply felt betrayal.

love synonyms

paeonia (1061): represents a flower that symbolizes love, honor and wealth.

olathe(18984): lovely, beautiful.

loving (432971): loving emotions.

ask (4894): represents the way you love someone, “love” in turkish.

liebe (7696): “love” in german. romantic expectations and needs.

pure/unconditional love

ceres (1): unconditional love, depth we’re willing to go for the ones we love.

alma (390): represents the desire of expanding our heart while time passes, optimism for love and romance.

agapenor (5023): simple appreciation. unconditional love that can last through ages, not only romantic. altruistic love.

valentine (447): sacrificial type of love, deep bonds between two people. indicates the urge to give our all without asking anything in return.

child (4580): represents our inner child. pure, unfiltered, innocent love.

isis (42): desire to nurture/protect the ones we love and care about. also may represent leadership qualities. loyalty, devotion, between others.

romantic love

amor (1221): means love in spanish. represents what we need to show/break patterns to commit with the person we want to love.

cupido (763): represents how you fall in love. I’ll think on this asteroid more like a “crush” type of “love”, innocent at first.

juno (3): can represent our romantic boundaries, what we will do for romantic -not necessarily- relationships and I have a post of juno series if you’d like an interpretation of your juno sign.

union (1585): inner need of deep and meaningful connections -any type-. indicates qualities of the relationship in composite charts.

adonis (2101): ideal type, plus if you like masculine.

groom (5129): indicates how do we approach role of marriage -long term commitment- in their life. who you may end up having this relationship, depending on your preferences.

briede (19029): like asteroid groom, associated with commitment, etc. like the name, dependa in preferences.

others

companion (8490): shows wanting to be all the time with that person. what are you looking for in a long term connection (romantic or not).

anteros (1943): manner which you reciprocate love, requited love.

luda (1158): where do people adore/love you.

link (3505): indicates the type of connection -close- between partners.

lovelock (51663): obsessive love, like the name.

galatea (74): imo idealization of our type of a person.

akashi (5881): requires introspection/exploration. hidden knowledge and potential. has to do with how our past relationships affects our present and future.

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗ */ᐠ - ˕ -マ✩ (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)∗ ࣪ ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ )و ✩

♡ Based on personal experience and I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

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requested by @prentissluvr | basic but completely adorable is sam trying to do his little girl's hair with his big hands and she's so small and he's like argh why is this so difficult T_T but he's trying so hard and he's so concentrated until she gets squirmy and he has to give up and do pigtails before she gets annoyed LOL

tysm for the request sweetheart this was SO soft to write i love your brain so so much <3 | juno verse, single dad sam winchester x fem!reader, 1.2k, fluff, pining, not proof read, requests only open for juno fics

“Like Fawn, daddy.” Juno told him, sat with her legs crossed on the bathroom counter, looking up at him through the mirror as she messed with the barbie she had held in her hands.

“Like who?” Sam asked, frowning in confusion as he brushed through her hair as gently as he could. Since she’d woken up that morning — and in turn woke him up by climbing into his bed and tugging on his hair — she’d insisted that she needed to look pretty for when Y/N visited. She was already dressed in one of her pretty dresses, a puffy blue thing covered in flowers. It was a little big for her, he’d had to roll up the sleeves, but there was no convincing her to wait until she’d had a growth spurt to wear it. On top of the dress, she wanted her hair to look pretty, too.

It was getting a little long, Sam knew that. They’d been living paycheck to paycheck for the past few weeks, he hadn’t had the money or the time to go and get it cut, and he was not going to attempt to do it himself.

“Fawn,” she scowled at him through the mirror like he was stupid. “Fairy. She likes Tink.”

Ah, the fairies. A week ago she’d decided that she was too big for princess and she liked fairies instead. The idea of her getting too big for anything made his chest squeeze uncomfortably with the idea that his baby was getting older. He could remember when she could fit comfortably in the palm of one hand.

“I thought you wanted a braid, Junebug.”

“Mhm.”

“Fawn has a braid?”

“Yes.” She scowled again and he almost laughed at how cranky she got sometimes.

“Sorry, baby, I forgot,” he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “You want one or two?”

She held up two fingers before she went back to playing with her barbie.

Sam honestly thought it would be easy. He could kind of remember how Jess used to braid hers — though he tried not to think of her much anymore — and since Juno had less hair it seemed easier.

It took him five minutes to even part her hair as she kept moving around, and by the time he had a section in his hands strands kept slipping out of his fingers. His hands felt clunky, eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he tried to braid the three strands.

“Daddy,” she’d started squirming, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from complaining when she moved her head and he dropped one of the strands, the entire braid falling loose. “Done?”

He let out a breath through his nose. It wasn’t her fault, he usually just put her hair in a ponytail and tied a bow around it. “Not done, sit still please.”

He combed out the braid with his fingers and tried again, honestly a little irritated at how difficult it was.

She moved again and he tried to lean forwards as she did so not to pull her hair, but just ended up braiding the wrong strand of hair through.

“Juno, please,” he breathed out, letting go of her hair to shift her back in place on the counter. “You need to stop moving sweetheart.”

“Wanna play.” She whined, and when he glanced up at the time he sighed. He wanted to clean up a little and get some food going for when Y/N got there, and time was getting a little tight.

“Okay, alright Junie,” he leaned down and kissed her head, gave her sides a gentle squeeze as he looked back at her in the mirror. “Why don’t I just do some pigtails, hm?” She pouted and his heart aches. “It’s quick, and you can go play until lunch, okay?”

She nodded, and he kissed her head again with an apology before he brushed her hair and tied them into pigtails, securing two blue bows into her hair in the hopes that she’d find it just as pretty. It was a win when it earned him a sloppy kiss on the cheek as he lifted her up from the counter to get her down.

One of the bows was missing by the time Y/N got there.

She’d used the spare key to get in — she’d been doing that more recently, and he tried not to think about how it made his heart thump a little harder — and he’d been at the stove stirring the macaroni he was cooking, so he didn’t have time to stop Juno from running straight into her legs as she walked in.

“Hey princess!” Her voice was cheery despite almost getting knocked off of her feet, and Sam could hear his daughter giggling down the hall as he made sure the water wouldn’t bubble over before stepping out of the kitchen and into the hall. She had Juno on her hip, not even out of her coat yet, little arms tight around her neck with a tight hug. The sight made his heart swell, a dopey little smile on his face as he watched them for a moment.

“Are you all dressed up for me, Junie?” She cooed, hugged her to her chest, and beamed at Sam when she looked up and met his eyes.

His poor heart couldn’t take much more.

“Yes, s’my pretty dress,” Juno informed, chubby cheeks and a toothy smile. “Daddy did my hair wrong.”

He rolled his eyes. “Tattle-tale.” He scoffed, walking over to take his daughter into his own arms so Y/N could shrug her coat off. Juno didn’t seem to mind, just didn’t take her eyes off of the other.

“He did? Oh no,” she hung her coat up on the hook, and was smiling in far too much entertainment when she turned back around and faced them. “What did he do wrong? Is it the missing bow?”

“Want Fawn hair.”

Sam mouthed braids over the top of her head at her look of confusion.

“Ah, I see,” she reached out and gently combed her fingers through the ends of Juno’s pigtails. “Well, do you wanna know a secret, Junie?”

Juno nodded enthusiastically, and Sam almost dropped her when she leaned forwards fast to hear her.

“I know how to do braids,” she told her as if it was a secret, leaned down a little to be at her level. “Maybe you could go and get me your hairbrush and some pretty bows and I can do them for you, hm?”

“Okay!” Juno immediately started squirming and Sam laughed as he put her down, watched her run down the hall and into her bedroom, before he turned back to face Y/N.

“Thanks,” he breathed out a little laugh, a hand pushing through his hair. “Wasn’t gonna hear the end of that one.”

She giggled, smiled so pretty he thought his heart might give out. “Figured as much,” she stepped forwards and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, and he was definitely on the road towards a heart attack. “Maybe after lunch I could teach you how to do it? If she sits still for long enough.”

Sam practically grinned as he nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

Oh he was so in danger.

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abbie. adelaide. adorablesse. adorablette. aerlyn. alena. alexis. alice. amaia. amaya. andrea. angeline. ankou. annabelle. annie. antoinette. anxiette. anxious. apricot. asaka. ash. asha. aspen. atticus. ava. avel. babette. babydoll. bambi. bambina. bambino. bashfelle. bashful. beau. bellamy. belle. bells. bernadette. blu. blue. bluesse. bluette. blushe. blushesse. blushette. boo. bram. bronach. bronagh. brone. button. buttons. cadel. candace. carmilla. carrie. catherine. cessair. charlie. charlott. charlotte. chelsea. chia. chica. chirella. chirelle. chiwa. chuckie. claeg. coffin. colere. commedia. constance. coquette. cordelia. corelle. corette. corsette. cypress. dahlia. dalia. damon. darling. dawn. dearesse. dearest. dearette. dearie. deidre. demure. desdemona. devin. devon. doilie. doily. doll. dollaintye. dollawie. dollerie. dollesse. dollette. dolleyed. dollie. dolline. dollita. dolly. dolores. dottie. drea. dread. drusilla. dáinn. eeria. eldritche. elissar. eliza. elle. elodie. eloise. emerence. emily. essie. esther. evangela. evangeline. evelyn. eveyln. faith. frill. frillette. genevieve. genoveva. gia. gladys. glorie. glory. gorey. gorie. gracelyn. gregory. gretta. gwen. gwenivive. haldor. haunt. hiccup. hyde. iraia. iresse. irette. itishree. jabez. janelle. janet. jannet. jinx. josie. julie. juniper. juno. kailey. kanani. kewpie. kiva. krak. lace. lacesse. lacette. lacey. lacie. lain. laintess. lakka. lalki. lavender. lea. lefu. letta. letum. libitina. lilac. lillith. lilly. lily. loaela. lola. lolah. loletta. lolita. lolite. lolla. lottie. lovelace. luci. lucius. lulu. lute. lyla. lys. madison. mahina. mandy. mannie. manon. many. mara. maria. marianette. marie. marion. marionette. marionne. marotte. marrionette. marrow. mary. maryjane. marzana. maveth. meek. melanie. melodie. melody. merripen. miel. minuette. mold. moldie. moldy. molly. moonie. moore. morana. morgana. morgue. mors. mort. mot. muriel. murmur. muse. nadine. nadzen. nancy. nanea. nanelle. nanette. nappi. naz. negan. nekane. nelly. nemesis. nettie. nicodème. niegan. nimbus. nina. nuri. olive. oliver. olivia. omega. panchaali. parner. pinkesse. pinkette. pinkie. pinky. pinocchio. pippin. poe. poppet. poppette. poppy. porce. porcelain. porcelynn. prantika. pulau. punthali. pupetta. puppet. puppetear. puppetesse. puppetette. puppette. puppyte. putala. quinn. ravanche. raven. realiteer. rebel. ribbon. ribbonne. riley. rion. robert. rose. rubella. ruby. sacrifette. salem. sasha. satin. scarlet. sebastian. sew. sewine. shivani. shiver. sidney. smierc. smiley. smilie. softesse. softette. softie. solikha. spirit. sprout. statuette. stitches. strings. sweeheart. sweetheart. sweetie. sweetiebelle. sweetine. sychar. teacup. tearie. teddy. tempest. thalia. than. thana. theodora. thorn. trembelle. trista. ultima. ulysses. vanessa. vera. viola. visage. whisp. whisper. willow. winston. wisp. wispera. wrathes. zizi.

PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[dontaskmemybias]

Ryder's OT8 Recommendations

One Shots

Storm clouds at midnight @sunmoonjune Supernatural fic where witch reader gets involved with werewolves. No explicit smut but holy shit it was just so good. Suggestive in all the best ways.

Series

Whose love masterlist @skzwaves Something to lovers that is different for each member. So well done, each fic is a masterpiece. I'm in love.

Sharing a bed series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin @skzdarlings Who doesn't love a sharing the bed trope fic? Each one of these was so good and I love that Darling made the Hyung line f2l and the Manke line enemies to lovers. The Han one had me crying laughing and the Chan one was so sweet. Each one has it's own unique personality and I loved them all.

Threesome series Chan/Seungmin, Changbin/Minho, Han/Felix, Hyunjin/Jeongin @skzdarlings The Han/Felix one is on this list twice because it is just that good. All of these are fantastic works. Darling really kills it every single time they write.

Masterlists

Rhythms masterlist @therhythmafterthesummer Rhythm | ‘96 | any pronouns. Rhythm has written some of my absolutely favorite posts on this site. Their one shots are incredible and the wereroomies series was my first look into supernatural fics and I've never been able to look back! Give them some love ❤️

Lixables master list @lix-ables kriss/riri ‧₊˚ she/her . twenny_1 Kriss has written so many fics on here and they are all so good! Surely you'll find something you like on their page.

Stay the word master list @staytheword marianne (mari) ; she/her ; 90s. Mari has such a poetic way with words, each time I read her fics I feel like I am reading a novel. Mostly writes longer fics but man are they worth it! Check her out!

Christmas evel @j-0ne25 Tan [she/they] | ‘98. I put two of Tan's masterlists on here because the Christmas evel series is how I was introduced to their amazing works. This series shows the group in fantastical scenarios and the princess works on this list are some of my favorites to come back to time and time again.

J-One25 masterlist @j-0ne25 Tan [she/they] | ‘98. If you are looking for more realistic fics then check out Tan's masterlist here! The scenarios are all so amazing and they have written so many incredible works for the guys!

Hyunsvngs masterlist @hyunsvngs Juno [she/her] 20. Juno's Fairy Flower's series brought me to her page. I am normally too impatient to wait for series to finish but I ended up reading the first chapter before it was done and I remember waiting for the next one to come out because I just had to know what happened next. Incredible writer, I highly recommend checking out all her oneshots as well!

Minniesmutt masterlist @minniesmutt 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 '0𝟐 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐏 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘. Karma's NSFW blog, filled with toe-curling fics that will have you blushing. I love their writing style which is why their blogs are both on this list! Check it out if you are 18+!

J-onedrabbles masterlist @j-onedrabbles 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 '0𝟐 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐏 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘. Karma's SFW blog, full of adorable fluff pieces and one of my first mutual blogs. This blog has a special place in my heart.

2chopsticks2eyes masterlist @ 2chopsticks2eyes Late 20s | She/her (Or King/The baddest bitch to my squad). Lua truly is such a baddie. Hard Lee Know stan who loves Minsung! Some of her fic's have triggering topics but she handles the topics so well. I find myself checking her page all the time for new fics because she just writes so well.

[aladyofgoodtaste]

A Court of 'It's giving beauty & the beast' and 'Except you can't tell which one is which'

Spring is rotting away. Not just its Court but across the lands as well. Without it, there can be no new beginnings, no rebirths and nature itself will cease to a halt. And thus Fates dictate that a human and a broken Fae must create a miracle together.

OR

Tamlin thinks that the Mother is cruel for the salvation of his home requires another human’s help while Juno curses whatever entity that Isekai’ed her into this shitty ass book series.

AO3

Chapter 1: Fuck it, we ball

A meeting and a blatant disrespect for all things Canon

CH2 | CH3

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For 7 governmental bodies to co-exist with one another, it’s crucial for the High Lords of Prythian to come together once a year. This annual meeting is crucial because each Courts must establish new trade agreements, honour allies, and exchange information (and sometimes gossip) to strengthen the peace. 

This year, the honour of hosting such an event falls on Helion and his Day Court and as the most ostentatious High Lord among them all, he spared no expense in throwing the most lavish party for future guests. Even his people are swept away by his spirit! It’s as if the city has come to life from the streets to the alleys. Music fills the air, and decorations hang on every house, for everyone loves the High Lord and what he has sacrificed and fought for. Here in the Day Court, the adoration for Helion is evident for everyone who visits.

“How long has this festival been going on? Weeks?” The High Lord of the Winter Court, Kallias, comments as he glances down the streets. “What are they celebrating anyway?”

Beside him, his Mate Viviane peeks to where Kallias is staring at - a flower cart full of her favourites. She smiles and replies, “I’ve heard from Helion’s courtiers earlier that it’s because of us. There’s a party after our meeting that’s meant to promote the peace. “I’m looking forward to that.” Underneath the warm sunlight and clad in their regalia, the pair looks like statues crafted from diamonds that have come to life. 

“Knowing Helion, it’s going to involve an orgy one way or another.” Another voice joins their conversation. The High Lord of the Dawn Court takes the empty seat on Kallias’ right. Helion has organised an open chamber-tower for their annual meeting that oversees the entire city, a subtle show of power. A magnificent round table made out of wood that no longer exists in their realm rests in the middle just like the streets below. Comfortable chairs are provided for the High Lords and their plus one. From the ceiling to the floor, everything here is lavishly decorated. It’s so shiny that it inspires Thesan’s new automaton project. However, he shelves the new ideas aside in favour of the conversation. “If the two of you plan to stick around after this, I might do the same.” 

Kallias and Viviane exchange a look, and something silent transpires between them, for the Lady of the Winter Court is suddenly amused. “Oh my, Thesan. Interested in a threesome? What would the good Captain say?” 

The mention of his lover had Thesan in a coy mood. He hopes that all is well in his absence. “I can easily bring him to the party later and propose the suggestion. Orgies aside, it’s been a while since the 4 of us spent some time together after the war.” 

“It’s wonderful that things have been slowly getting back to normal after what we’ve been through,” Kallias muses, his mind threatening to wander back to those dark days when he was living Under the Mountain. He offers a tiny smile at his wife, who senses his sudden change in emotion and grasps his hand. “Peace is long overdue in these lands. Let’s hope it sticks.” 

Agreeing with his sentiment, Thesan and Viviane shift the conversation to something more lighthearted to cheer him up. 

In one corner of the chamber, the High Lord of the Summer Court is deep in discussion with the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. His ambition to lessen the influence of the High Faes in the Summer and uplift the Lesser ones requires delicate and long-term planning. A civil war is his biggest worry right now, and he needs to avoid that at all costs; hence, he requested some valuable insights from his allies. However, The more they talk, Tarquin begins to realise that he and Rhysand have very different perspectives on managing their people. “I appreciate your advice, Rhysand, but I don’t think bolstering the numbers of my army will help me in the long run. I want equality among the High and Lesser Faes in my Court, not scaring them.” 

Rhysand easily shrugs; he and Feyre are wearing their leather fineries just for this occasion. In his mind, Tarquin is still young and still wet behind the pointy ears when it comes to ruling. It should be alright for him to make mistakes here and there. After all, some people tend to learn the hard way. “That’s what I would personally do, anyway. It’s never wrong to strengthen the foundation of your Court. Especially when it comes to safety.”

“I agree! Having a powerful military force isn’t all that bad. You can use it to defend what truly matters to you,” Feyre chimes in, casting a loving look at Rhysand. “Your home. Your family.” And just like that, the two retreat into their bubble - trading lust-filled eyes, arms around one another and utterly oblivious to Tarquin, who just shakes his head. He politely excuses himself to join Kallias, Viviane and Thesan, who welcome him with a sparkling drink. 

“You lasted about an hour with the two of them, Tarquin. Congratulations! Was it worth it?” Viviane teases while Kallias surreptitiously keeps an eye on Rhysand and Feyre, who are literally eye-fucking one another in case that shady High Lord overhears his wife. 

“His advice was… insightful”, Tarquin decides after some deliberation. He thanks Thesan for the drink. Though he might have forgiven the Night Court for their thievery and transgression, he still won’t forget their crimes so soon. He kept that thought to himself since Rhysand is considered to be one of the most powerful creatures among them. It would be foolish to make him an enemy. “I was hoping for something less offensive and more of a creative suggestion.” 

“Still working hard on evening out the playing fields?” Thesan guesses. His flute glass is empty, but it magically refills when he puts it away on an empty gold tray. This pleases him.

“I’ll never stop trying; I firmly believe there shouldn’t be a class difference among the Faes. The Mother makes us all equal from birth, regardless of our appearance.” 

“That’s very open-minded of you, Tarquin. Tell you what, If you ever need a second opinion, Viviane and I are happy to host you in our Court.” 

“The same goes for the Dawn Court. Oh, don’t look so surprised, little one! Sure, you’re young, but that just means you have so many wild ideas in that head of yours that I’d love to hear about. Call it a mutually beneficial trade, hmm?” 

“I see… very well then, thank you, Lord Thesan; I’m also grateful for your offer.” 

“To new friendships!” Viviane cheers and raises her flute for a toast. Kallias, Thesan and Tarquin indulge her. “Since we’re talking about Courts now, has anyone figured out what’s been happening lately? There’s a part in Winter’s forest that’s rotted off.” Here, her face is troubled, and even Kallias appears uncertain. “The worst part is that the area is expanding as if the rot is growing bigger.” 

Tarquin’s eyes are wide. This time, it’s he who is surprised. “The rot appeared in the Winter Court as well? I’ve been receiving reports from Cresseida that some wheat fields are turning into a wasteland. There was no warning, no cause that we could find. It’s as if it appeared suddenly.” 

“I don’t like the sound of this…” Thesan adds in, already contemplating launching his own investigation in the Dawn Court just in case.

Kallias takes a moment to view Helion’s city once more. On the surface, everything looks perfect, but now he’s curious; just what kind of troubles would Helion deal with daily? His Court did receive quite a number of human refugees during the war. “I wonder if the Day Court is affected as well. Maybe that’s why its High Lord is running late.” They were supposed to begin the meeting once Rhysand and Feyre had arrived (being fashionably late as always), but Helion still hadn’t made himself known. Other than personally directing them to this chamber until an aide intervened to whisk him away. Everyone has been amusing themselves since then. 

Beron, the High Lord of the Autumn Court, is nursing his drink alone. His thoughts serve as his company, for he opted not to bring his wife along. The other Faes are too caught up in their own matter to realise he’d been eavesdropping on every conversation that was stirred. Fools the lot of them; so quick to ease the guards on their shoulders just because they’re among ‘allies’. With a contemplative hum, Beron raises his glass of red wine to be at his eye level. The dark hue reminds him of his once clear lake turning a putrid red and the surroundings are barren. He, too, had noticed the rot making its home in his Court. He has no time for this new mystery yet when none of his nobles could come forward with an answer and a solution, it infuriates the High Lord. 

Voices tapers off when Helion finally Winnows back into the chamber. Shining with splendour with a golden crown on his head and wearing his customary white toga, Helion addresses his esteemed guests, “Apologies for the wait. My courtiers couldn’t get enough of me these days - “ the more perspective ones like Beron and Thesan catch the underlying meaning of his words: ‘Issues has been popping up lately’. “ - I hope the drinks more than makeup for it. They were from my grandfather’s era after all. Now then, shall we begin?” 

As soon as Helion said that, there was a crack in the air. Two figures appear without a warning, shattering the pleasant atmosphere. A ripple of shock, utter confusion and subtle wariness spread across the table at the sight of the High Lord of the Spring Court and a human female on his arm. 

“Tamlin,” Helion speaks first, breaking the tense silence. He didn’t gape, but he sure as hell didn’t expect this particular High Lord to actually attend their meeting due to his self-imposed exile and preference to escape the world in the form of a mindless beast. The rest of the Courts - especially Rhysand and Feyre - watch their interactions carefully. “Welcome! If I had known all it takes was a party at the Day Court, I would’ve personally sent you the invitation. To you and your…” 

“My Mate.” Tamlin answers simply. He looks beautifully put together in all the garbs worthy of the High Lord of the Spring Court, beautiful, just like before. His long golden hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and he’s wearing a warrior's assemble without the weaponry. Instead, silver chains and emeralds that match his eyes hang off his shoulders and chest piece. 

Helion easily rolls with it; a part of him is a bit relieved that Tamlin is as standoffish as ever. Familiarity is good; familiarity helps you ground your footing. It’s something that he’s good at. However, the human besides Tamlin is anything but familiar. “Congratulations are in order then. You found yourself quite an intriguing female.” He sensed no lie in Tamlin’s confession despite his perfectly schooled expression. Perhaps he’s feeling awkward at the idea of introducing his female to creatures with whom he has fractured relationships. 

“That’s one way to put it...” Tamlin mutters. That earns a sharp elbow at his rib. He just rolls his eyes when the human glares at him. 

Inside jokes already? Oh, Helion can’t wait for the gossip tonight! “May I have your hand and name, gorgeous?” 

For some reason, the female is unfazed with his flirting, though she did offer her hand for him to kiss it. Her nails are long and sharp, black as the night, with a tiny diamond on each. What’s unfamiliar is the material of the nails itself; it's inorganic. Even the jewellery on her fingers and arms might be gold and silver with a leather band, but the designs are unlike anything Helion has seen before. Intricate yet so foreign. Still, he kisses the back of her hand. “Juno. No last name. Nice to meet you.” The female introduces herself after a while. “I acknowledge every High Lord and their Mate here today.” Compared to Tamlin’s unapproachable demeanour, she’s polite yet distant.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Juno. I hope we can be closer after the meeting, as friends, of course.” Helion winks, wanting to know Tamlin’s reactions. To his disappointment, the High Lord of Spring just nods. The couple settles beside Thesan (a servant appears to add one more chair for the human female), a silent gesture that they refuse to entertain any inane questions. Well then. Helion would just have to wait for the party. Judging by the blatant curiosity of their fellow lords and Mates, everyone is truly looking forward to what’s to come. Except for Beron; the male seems as if he’s using every bit of restraint to hold his tongue. His disdain for humans is as obnoxious as ever. 

Helion can’t do anything about that. Instead, he claps his hands—time to get this show on the road. 

-

The meeting starts off easy. Since the first on the agenda is trading goods, everyone must agree on the markup prices for what is considered luxury and essentials. Staple food like grains, vegetables, animal produce and meat must be affordable enough between the Courts. The High Lords that have the most considerable sway in the final verdict are Helion, Tarquin, Tamlin, and Thesan since their territories are the ones that output them the most.

“I don’t think it’s fair that Tamlin has the final say for the prices,” Rhysand suddenly interjects. His voice is steady as he tilts his head, much like a panther sizing up its prey. “The Spring Court hasn’t been exporting much supplies since the war. In fact, the number is dwindling.”

Kallias and Viviane hold their breath, waiting for the outburst. Feyre expected the same, for they all could feel her magic coiling tightly, ready to defend her Mate against Tamlin’s outrage. The rest are content to be bystanders for now. 

“…Very well. I revoke my ability to vote in this matter.” Tamlin backs off, just like that. He focuses on the scroll in front of him, jointing down some notes, much to the surprise of everyone once more. Rhysand is taken off guard before suspicion quickly passes over, and that’s Feyre’s cue to remain on guard. 

“Moving on,” Helion smoothly brings them all to the next topic. There is no need to ruffle any feathers here since Tamlin is behaving himself. “Reparations. I believe it’s in the best interest of every Court to chip in and help the ones in need. The war has taught us that we act as a shield for one another against foreign threats. So it makes sense that the well-being of your neighbour is crucial for our survival.” 

An impatient Beron sighs. “Cut the unnecessary fluff, Helion. You want us all to send our precious resources to Spring and Summer. They’re the only ones left still scrambling to build themselves up again. Why should my Court share the burden? Summer can stand on its own again in 40 years or so. Meanwhile, Spring is content to dwell in its ruin and destruction. No matter how fancy its High Lord look today.” 

Helion resists pinching the bridge of his nose. He was really hoping that no one antagonised Tamlin, but at the same time, he couldn’t refute Beron as much as he loathed it. There hasn’t been any progress on the Spring Court’s restorations. Its populace continues to flee from their own home, and Tamlin has been neglecting to manage the lands. All things considered, the Spring Court is seconds away from becoming an abandoned territory. Prime for an invasion, and it might be from another Court.

Tamlin gives Beron the attention he’s so desperate for. His composure cracked ever so slightly as simmering rage glimmered in his eyes. “Careful, Beron; one would think the control you are so proud of is slipping. Or perhaps you’re ignorant of what’s truly happening outside your little kingdom instead?” 

Beron bristles at the insults and leans forward, ready to counter or attack, but Tamlin isn’t done yet. “Hoard your money. The Spring Court has been rebuilding itself at its own pace; we don’t need charity that disguises itself as with strings attached.” Tamlin sneers.

From across the table, Feyre scoffs. “With what resources? What people and labour? The last report from our Spymaster mentioned that your lands are nearly barren. More and more refugees from the Spring Court are travelling to different territories.” 

Viviane bit her lower lip. Everyone knew what Feyre did to the Spring Court, so for her to rub salt in Tamlin’s wounds was a low blow. Even if he deserves it for everything that he has done. The Lady of the Winter Court wonders what his Mate thinks about this and if she’s aware of the history between the two and Rhysand. When she peeks at the human female, Juno (she commits that name into her memories), she’s confused to find her indifferent to the tension-filled exchange. She’s been fiddling with a strange, rectangle object ever since the meeting started; her eyes never stray away from it for even a second. It’s as if she couldn’t care less that her Mate is besieged by the Night and Autumn Court. Viviane found herself disappointed with this human. 

“Sitting on that throne of morality doesn’t suit you, Feyre. While I don’t expect or need aid from the Autumn Court, I demand accountability from the Night Court’s actions against me and my Court.” Tamlin’s voice is hard. Any ounce of affection he has for her is utterly devoid. 

Rhysand flares in anger while Feyre has no shame even to look chastised. “My High Lady can do whatever she wants - “ Helion didn’t miss the way Tarquin closed his eyes in resignation. “ - you no longer have the right to dictate her. Honestly, Tamlin, I thought you’d be bored with this game already. It’s pathetic that you’re still trying to - ”

“Enough!” Thesan suddenly barks, silencing everyone. He’s fed up with these petty arguments. First, he turns to Rhysand, who does not appreciate the interjection. “Keep your feud outside of this meeting. We honestly don’t care about it.” Next is Tamlin. “While you might not need it, I want to put the past behind us already by extending an olive branch. The Dawn Court will be sending manpower and supplies to speed up your restoration projects. I give this willingly.”

Tamlin tersely nods. His Mate finally reacts - she lifts her head to stare appreciatively at Thesan. In return, Thesan just gives her a tiny smile. 

“If the Spring Court is so confident in itself, then I supposed we can send its refugees back,” Rhysand drawls. He leans forward to tap a finger on the table, pretending to think. “It’s only right to return them to their home, though I wonder if they would even want to, considering their faith in their High Lord is in the sewers.” 

“They’ll come back.” 

Every Fae in the chamber turns to the human female. Most of them had forgotten she was sitting beside Tamlin with how quiet she was. Now though? Now, she wears a confident grin on her face. “Kind of you to worry about our people, Rice Cracker, but we’ve got it handled.” 

“What did you just call me - ”

“How?” Helion couldn’t help but ask.

“Simple: we’ll give them democracy!” 

-

Those in the Day Court Palace waste no time partying once Helion officially ended the meeting. It dragged on and on for at least half a day before it checked off everything they all needed to discuss. 

Beron immediately returns to his Court while the rest lingers to enjoy the feast and atmosphere. The dining hall is crowded with partygoers of all kinds though most give the High Lords and their Mates a respectful berth. Not Helion, though. The moment he stepped inside, he was swarmed with adoring lovers, ragged courtiers and a few scholars as well. 

“Enjoy the party, everyone!” Helion had shouted among the chatters and music before he was whisked away. “Do what I wouldn’t!” 

They all disperse after that to enjoy the feast to the fullest. Kallias and Viviane help themselves to some food; when a group of nymphs comes over to ask about the villages in Winter, the couple is more than happy to talk to them. Always eager to accept new creatures into their home. Tarquin is listening to scholars and healers from various Courts as they regale him with tales and snippets of their lives. He’s especially respectful to the older ones for their experiences. Meanwhile, Tamlin wandered off somewhere, leaving his Mate - the only human in the dining hall - to fend for herself. She’s nursing a tumbler at the bar, and Thesan was compelled to join her. 

“I didn’t know that they serve non-alcoholics too.” He says in lieu of greeting, already scenting the ripe apple in her tumbler. He easily saddles up beside her, understanding why she chose this corner of the bar. It’s quieter here, with the bartender busy attending the drinks, giving the two an illusion of privacy. “You don’t drink?” 

Tamlin’s Mate snorts. “Never interested in it. You should’ve seen the bartender's face when I asked for juice. He gave me one with an apple flavour, thinking it was degrading. Jokes on him; this is the best apple juice I’ve ever had.” 

Said bartender throws her the stink eye, to which she cheerfully raised a middle finger. 

Thesan raises an eyebrow. It’s not bravado. For being the only human among Faes, she displays no sense of fear, wariness or even self-preservation. She might be a Mate to a High Lord, but no one really respects Tamlin as one nowadays. Her status isn’t enough to protect her against his enemies, and with these many people under one palace, one can never be too sure. And yet, she thinks herself untouchable. Thesan doesn’t know where this insane confidence is coming from, and he’s determined to find out as much as she can about this mortal. 

“I’ve never seen such strange clothing before or this particular scent around you,” Thesan admits; a heady mixture of peach, vanilla, seawater, and something he couldn’t quite describe lingers around her. “Forgive me for my rudeness, but you came with Tamlin and threw us all off guard.” 

“Oh, I bet. I had a strong impression that Tamlin was supposed to quietly disappear in the background as the series went on. Too bad. I don’t respect the books or SJM enough to give a shit about Canon.” Juno says idly, sipping on her chilled juice.

Not a single thing that left her mouth made sense to Thesan, and judging by the female’s disinterest in elaborating, he tried another angle. “I see… and the scent?” 

“It’s a perfume; Dialogue with Venus. I wanted a brand that smelled like a French whore. What? You guys don’t have perfumes around here?” 

“What is a per…fume?” 

Now it’s the female’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Huh. Interesting. You guys have coffee, silk and stuff - shits that are not from England, and yet I’ve never heard any of the Courts receive trades from overseas. I figured perfumes would be one of the items that were added into the series with no explanation behind it.” 

OK, this is getting nowhere fast. While Juno is clearly forthcoming, her answers remain confusing. Luckily, Viviane sashays over. “Hello. We haven’t been formally introduced. My name is Viviane; I’m the Lady of the Winter Court and Kallias’ friend and Mate. I love your tattoos, by the way. I haven’t seen such vibrant and colourful Bargain marks before!” She’s sincere too. A long black viper is slithering underneath beautifully blooming flowers running down her arms, chest and back. It helps that the black crop top bra highlights the artwork. Viviane’s initial opinions about this human female have been changing ever since she spoke up during the meeting. She’s intrigued like the rest of them. 

Juno ducks her head, oddly shy now. “They’re not Bargain tattoos, but… thanks.” 

She wonders if the humans painted them on then. “So, are you from beyond the Wall?” Viviane wasted no time asking after ordering a drink for herself. The trio makes themselves comfortable on the barstools. “I’m not familiar with human fashion styles but I adore your simplicity yet invoking assemble.” 

“Heavy on the simplicity,” Juno agrees with a secretive grin. “As for your question… you could say that.” Her grin widened the longer Viviane waited for her to share more about her life.

Thesan takes pity on her and asks, “What do you think of the meeting? It must be overwhelming.” ‘For a human’, the High Lord keeps that last bit to himself. If he could, he would go as far as to say that Tamlin was callous for bringing her; no one was prepared for the double whammy - Tamlin actually showing up or him introducing his very human, very vulnerable Mate that no one even heard about. 

“I went like how I expected it to be; male egos being thrown around like monkey shits. Plus, I got everything I needed from it, so we’re Gucci.” Juno shrugs and finishes her drink in one swing. Her eyes caught Tarquin now among Kallias and Rhysand. Still no sign of Tamlin. “Although… it was nice to see your favourite character in real life. The official artworks really don’t do him justice, but hey, that’s why we have the fan arts.” 

Viviane snorts when she mentions ‘male egos’ while Thesan mentally notes that the human’s way of speaking is utterly befuddling. He barely understands half of those sentences! 

The three of them continue to make idle talks. Thesan and Viviane made a silent agreement to play the human female’s game and only share the bare minimum about their Courts and themselves. If she picks up on it, she doesn’t seem to be insulted at all. For Viviane, she hopes that the two could be friends because one can never have too many female friends! However, a tiny part of her - the one that has kept her alive all these years - warns not to be so comfortable with this human. Amarantha underestimated Feyre Archeron, and what came afterwards was her demise. And her relationship with Tamlin… the parallels between Feyre and Juno can’t be ignored. A human female appears out of nowhere and is brought into their world by the High Lord of the Spring Court. 

History is itching to repeat itself. 

The feast continued, and soon enough, most of the attendees meandered to different rooms and areas of the palace. The Faes reveal themselves in the 3 F’s - food, which Helion has generously provided with delicacies from every Court and then some. Fight, which the more rowdy partygoers are raring to take arms and challenge each other at the training hall, and the last… 

“What’s wrong?” Juno asks when Viviane and Thesan suddenly cocks their heads at the same time. The direction is at the giant door draped with red drapes.

“It sounds like the party has shifted to a more… sensual activity.” Thesan comments, and Viviane snorts. 

“Aite. That’s my cue to leave.” 

“Not one for orgies, mortal?” 

“Nah. I prefer reading about them instead. Thanks for keeping me company, Lord Thesan. You too, Lady Viviane. You guys are way cooler than the main cast. You deserve a book each, at the very least.” 

Thesan shakes his head. “I’ve given up trying to decipher the strange phrases and words you keep uttering all evening. so I will take that as a compliment.” 

“Defo,” Juno replies, pleased with her even-tempered companions. “Tell you what, if you ever want to change something about your fate, hit me up at the Spring Court. I’ll do it as a favour.” She gives them two thumbs up as assurance. 

As the music slowly dwindles, a clacking pair of heels makes themselves known first before the voice: “Viviane! Here you are. Kallias was wondering if you’d like to - oh.” 

Feyre Archeron has not entered the scene. Her beaming smile is now hesitant when she sees the human female between Viviane and Thesan. 

“Hello again, Feyre. What does Kallias want now?” Viviane cuts right to the chase. Knowing her Mate, he’s probably starting to miss her. 

Feyre’s eyes linger on Juno for a second longer before giving her attention to the Lady of the Winter Court. “He’s with Rhysand and Helion at the southern courtyard. They’re discussing about exchanging administrative records and he wants your input.” 

Viviane sighs. She finishes her drink and gracefully gets on her feet. “Duty calls. It’s been lovely catching up with the two of you. Feyre, you and your Mate are always welcome in my Court.” And with that, she Winnows away.

“I should be going back home as well,” Thesan adds apologetically. “There’s something I must check with my Captain. Nice meeting you, Juno. Goodbye, you two, and excuse me.” He, too, leaves in a blink of an eye. 

Now, it’s just two females with Tamlin as their common ground. 

Without a single word, Juno begins to leave only for Feyre to immediately grab her hand. “Wait! Please. My heart wouldn’t be at ease if I didn’t talk to you for a moment. It’s about your Mate. Tamlin, I mean. I’m afraid there’s a lot of things that he hasn’t told you.” 

Feyre can’t help but sound a little desperate; her eyes are imploring. She hopes that it’s not too late to save this female. Whatever reaction she was looking for turns out to be the exact opposite for the human’s lips curl up into a wide smile. There’s something not right about it. 

“Oh, this is gonna be so good,” She purrs. She forcefully yanks her hand free, and Feyre is surprised that she can. “Let’s go to the balcony. Fewer people make it more fun.” The human turned around and walked off without even checking if the High Lady was following after her. Not that she needs to. Hesitation may rear its head again, but Feyre is known for her determination and courage against the unknown. The sky is cast underneath a beautiful twilight when the two females step outside. The music is completely muffled when Feyre closes the door behind her. With her back leaning against the railing, Juno allows Feyre to begin. “Well? Let’s hear it.” 

Her attitude is beginning to grate on Feyre’s nerves, but she will forever be the protector of the weak and helpless, especially if they’re a human. “How did you and Tamlin meet?” 

“Careful. Is that jealousy in your tone?” 

Feyre’s face scrunches into a grimace. “Hardly. I was just curious. In his beast form, Tamlin would sooner rip a human’s throat out than romance them. You must excuse me for being horrified that he brought you here today. No one could have predicted this.” 

“That sounds like a you problem, chief.” Juno points out. “OK, listen. Fryer - ”

“It’s Feyre.” She corrected with her eyes narrowed dangerously. What in the Mother’s name is a Fryer!? 

“Whatever. I want to find Tamlin and go home already. My social battery is drained for the next few months. Why don’t you just get on with it and say what you really want to instead of pretending to be all high and mighty about it? Tamlin’s right; morality really doesn’t suit you and that rapist you call a Mate.” 

Anger blooms and spreads within Feyre. Her face is flushed red with indignation as she takes a threatening step towards the utterly blasé human. “Watch your tongue. You know nothing about Rhysand or me! O-Or what we’ve been through. You barely know anything about Tamlin as it is!” 

Juno’s smile remains even when the Fae breaches her personal bubble. “I know plenty, and I didn’t even need to read any of the books! Your fandom is composed of roaches; they’re everywhere. On Tumblr, TikTok, and AO3 - you get the idea. And I gotta say, you’re the most disappointing YA heroine that I’ve ever had the displeasure to know about unwillingly. That says something since your contender is Bella Swan. How are you illiterate and stupid at the same time? Girl, pick a struggle.” 

Confusion is now mixed with righteous anger, and magic begins to simmer underneath Feyre’s fingertips. 

“How dare you,” The High Lady whispers menacingly. “I’m trying to save you from making the most fatal mistake you could’ve done in your short life, and you spit on my goodwill? You have no idea what you’re up against, mortal. Tamlin will kill you. That’s a promise. I strongly suggest you cut ties with him before he hurt you like he did to me.” 

“Nah, he can’t.” Juno flippantly waved a dismissive hand before Feyre’s face as if swatting a fly. It’s a shame she’s too distracted to realise that the human female said ‘can’t’ instead of ‘no’. “Besides, I’m built differently; very Will Smitherently.I’m not weak or helpless like you, so you don’t have to worry about me.” 

Feyre is so close to snapping and just lit this female on fire. Even Eris isn’t this obnoxious! Juno snickers, knowing that the ‘illiterate’ comment manages to dig under her skin. “So be it. It’s your funeral, after all. Shall I send Tamlin flowers when he inevitably does the deed? As congratulations, of course.”

“I do love flowers,” Juno hums in agreement. “Save your money; you look like the kind of woman who spends it on Starbucks anyway. Oh! Quick question: Is Nyx around?” Here, she curiously stares at Feyre’s stomach.

The sudden mention of her son’s name was the last straw for the High Lady. “You keep my son’s name out of your dirty mouth - “

“So you gave birth to him already? I got the timeline right, at least. Shame. I wanted to introduce you to the concept of abortion.” 

Again, with the confounding words! 

“Feyre darling? I could feel your magic from the other side of the palace. Is everything alright here?” 

Rhysand Winnows to the balcony with Helion at his side. The High Lord of the Night Court watches the two females carefully. His arms open, but before Feyre can rush into his embrace, the human female hugs his Mate’s arm and cuddles close. 

“We were just having a girl talk!” Juno beams and looks up at Feyre with an innocent expression. “The High Lady was kind enough to share her experiences regarding Mates. Why, we’re practically friends now!” 

For that comment, it’s Feyre’s turn to forcefully shove the human off her and quickly return to Rhysand’s side. Juno merely pouts at the rough treatment. 

“Lady Juno, how are you enjoying the party?” Helion easily steps in between the couple and the human female, sensing the tension as clear as day. Hah. “Forgive me for being a poor host. I would have loved to personally attend my most esteemed and mysterious guest if I wasn’t so busy.” He teases with a seducing trill in his voice. Unfortunately, Tamlin’s Mate reacted as she did during the meeting - uninterested and unbothered despite her friendly grin. 

“Guess we have to take a rain check on that. Have you seen Tamlin? It’s time for us to go home.” 

“I believe he’s in the library with Tarquin. Shall I escort you to him?” 

“Thanks, but I can find it on my own. Lit party, Lord Helion. See you around.” 

Juno nods at him. Before she returns to the dining hall, she passes by the Night Court couple. “You can’t handle my smoke, but I’d love to see you try, Fly-Fly. The two of you think you’re based for far too long.”

And with that, only 3 High Faes are left on the balcony. 

“Based? Based on what?” Helion asks no one in particular.

[ivyprism]

can we get some romance headcanons for your dating sim love interests

Ooooh. Here we go!

Falcon:

He loves to sweep his SO off their feet and he loves to flirt with them.

He always sets up a date and he asks his brother for advice sometimes.

He loves to dance and spin with his partner.

He knits them silly sweet things.

Sangria:

He likes to read while holding his partner.

He takes his SO to a private and beautiful place for a first date.

He isn't that great at dancing, but he'd slowly learn for them.

He likes to sing to his partner.

Aegean

He adores making things for his partner.

He makes sure to plan out nice and elaborate dates for his partner that he knows they'll like.

He can't dance to save his life, but he can make a mean meal for his partner.

He likes to hold his partner and enjoying a park while protecting them.

Maple:

He definitely flirts quite a bit, however, he is much more careful when it comes to doing so.

He takes extra care of his partner and sometimes plays pranks on them.

He is the biggest tease and enjoys riling up his partner.

He gets easily flustered and shy when is partner compliments him.

Sepia:

They're very playful and cheerful with their partner.

They like to take their partner on long walks while handholding.

They love to give their partner bouquets.

They sometimes info dump about nature to their partner but also stare at them lovingly when they talk about what they like.

Briar:

Briar is very serious and they plan their dates to the deepest detail.

They like to put flowers in their partner's hair sometimes.

They like to lay in flower fields with their partner holding their partner's hand.

They care extremely deeply for their partner and is very serious about them being safe.

Rosewood:

She loves to spoil her partner.

She likes to do her partner's makeup and compliments them the entire time she does.

Her favorite date place is carnivals.

She loves to paint her partner.

Juniper (Juno):

Juniper writes songs about her partner but sometimes gets too embarrassed to tell them.

She likes to teach her partner many things and she likes to hold them.

She likes quiet moonlit walks with her partner, but she also enjoys movie nights in with them.

Juniper, during winter, likes to bring her partner close into a kiss with a scarf.

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[hyunsvngs]

me thinks childhood bestie binnie who found out hes alergic to pollen but wont let you know cause your his flower (a name he established for you since kindergarten) and one day he gathers up the courage to ask you out and brings you flowers but hes a sneezing mess and when he gets to you youre sneezing too cause youre also allergic but didnt wanna tell him cause youre his flower i worded this sooooo poorly bUT PLEASE SEE THE VISION PLEASE

LMFAOOO NO THIS IS SO CUTE AND SO BINNIE TBH.

i can imagine he comes to your house with a bouquet of flowers and he’s on your doorstep all red and sneezing. he’s hidden the bouquet behind his back at first so you can’t see it, and you’re just like “binnie, are you okay?”. he literally looked so ill. cute, but still ill.

he just literally looks at you like “yep, i’m fine!” and sneezes again. “?? binnie what’s wrong?” you ask eventually, after just staring at him for a moment, and then he just produces a bouquet and you sneeze as if on command. he’s like “YOU’RE ALLERGIC TOO? BUT IVE ALWAYS CALLED YOU MY FLOWER…?”

you let him in and go to put the flowers in a vase and you’re still fucking sneezing and all you can think about is how embarrassing it is, but then binnie is behind you also sneezing. you’re like “binnie- ACHOO- not that the flowers aren’t sweet and all, but like, why?” and he just goes “well i was gonna ask you to go on a- ACHOO- date. with me. but i can’t-“ and his eyes are fucking watering from the pollen and you’re giggling and also sneezing. binnie’s giggling too, eyes threatening to pour from the pollen in the flowers.

needless to say, the flowers end up in the bin after contaminating your whole house and he decides later on when you’re laying on his chest that he’ll get you those flowers made of chocolate from now on instead of real ones. it’s not worth the amount you two sneezed, even though he claims you looked adorable. you still felt ill the next day when you actually went on your date, and changbin produced a bouquet of those chocolate flowers instead.

♡ juno

[vthewriter1121]

Beyond the stars

Chapter 1

Red with love (Juno x Fem reader)

(Disclaimer this was written before she came out)

Space, somewhere vast and limitless, held a planet that gleamed red under the distant sun. Its gravity was lighter than Earth's, allowing for miles of undulating red rock and a solitary space station anchored to its surface.

In the bustling main office of the space unit at the home office, I found myself staring at the screen, lost in memories. Juno, my childhood best friend, was aboard the in Mars mission. The last time I saw her was at our high school graduation, a day etched vividly in my mind with the scent of flowers and the warmth of spring.

The memory swept me back to that sunny day. Students buzzed around, their excitement palpable. Amidst it all, Juno's voice and her touch stood out. Her purple hair cascaded around her shoulders, and even in her graduation gown, she exuded a charm that was unique.

"(Y/N)! Pay attention!" Juno's voice broke through my reverie as she grasped my hand. I turned to her, unable to suppress a smile. "Juno, you look so adorable in your gown. Did you curl your hair just for today? Who are you trying to impress? " I teased gently, brushing my thumb over her hand. She blushed, waving off my comment with a playful flick of her hand.

"Only for you, silly. You're my one and only," she replied, her gaze soft yet intense. My heart skipped a beat, a slight blush warming my cheeks.

"Are you ready to close this chapter of our lives?" Juno whispered, leaning into my shoulder.

"Yeah... these years flew by, didn't they?" I murmured, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the years we had spent together.

"Yeah," Juno sighed softly, resting against me.

The memory dissolved as I returned to the present, sitting at my desk in the space unit's office. I refocused on my work, typing away at my keyboard, organizing missions and spacecraft deployments for the communications department. My gaze drifted to a framed photo on my desk—Juno and I at our graduation, captured by her mother's camera.

Next to the photo lay a letter from Juno's mother, handed to me the day after graduation. I remembered the mix of emotions I felt as I read it, knowing it was the last communication before Juno's departure for Mars. Suddenly my mind gets pulled into another memory.

A sudden noise jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at my phone—it was 10 AM. Breaking news flashed across the screen: "Teen Astronaut Sent to Mars." I ignored it, my focus drawn to unread texts from Juno, received in the early hours of the morning.

3:20 AM

Juno:

"I'm so sorry for not telling you, but I got accepted for the Mars mission!! It's my dream, and I leave in 2 hours. Remember when we played pretend astronauts? Now it's real..."

3:25 AM

Juno:

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. If you had asked me to stay, I might have... You can yell at me when I'm back. I promise I'll come back. I couldn't forget about my favorite girl <3"

4:30 AM

Juno:

"They just took my official pictures. It feels surreal. I wish you were here. I just want to hear your voice again. I'm nervous, even scared... I'm just telling myself to breathe. Just like how you taught me to do."

4:50 AM

Juno:

"Blasting off soon. They're giving me final preparations. I brought a picture of my mom, auntie, you, and me. You're with me in space, too now! Haha! But my mom has something for you. She'll be home tomorrow..."

5:00 AM

Juno:

"Blast off... See you... take care of yourself (Y/N). I love you <3"

The realization hit that i'm sitting in my office chair, that the memory slowly blurred. Tears blurred my vision as I sat in my office chair, clutching the letter from Juno. Her words echoed in my mind, each sentence a testament to our shared moments and her unwavering affection. The page have not withered one bit even after five years.

"Dear (Y/N),

Years I spent with you... every single one I have in my mind. Every smile, every laugh, you have consumed every single memory. Through the sun, moon, rain, and snow. I can’t seem to get enough. It makes me sweat, 'cause you're always in my head. It turns me red with love.

So when I come home, please call my name, and I will always love you. Tomorrow is more than yesterday. I love you, I need you, and so promise me you'll never let this go."

Juno's heartfelt words cut through the pain, reminding me of her enduring presence in my life, even as she journeyed across the vast expanse of space. Her love and longing were palpable in every line, and I felt the weight of our unspoken feelings.

I wiped away tears, my heart heavy with regret for not responding sooner, for not telling her how much she meant to me before she embarked on her mission. The memories flooded back—our shared dreams of exploration, our laughter echoing through the halls of our school, and the comfort of her presence in moments of doubt.

With trembling hands, I reached for the framed photo of us at graduation, captured in a moment of pure happiness. Juno's smile was infectious, her eyes filled with determination and hope . How could I have let her slip away without telling her everything I felt?

I slowly closed my eyes as another memory rushed to my mind. Outside, the world rushed by in a blur as I raced towards Juno's house, my thoughts consumed by memories of our shared adventures .The streets seemed quieter than usual, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Arriving at Juno's doorstep, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorbell. What would I say to her mom?.Seconds stretched into eternity until the door swung open, revealing Juno's mother, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. Without a word, she pulled me into a tight embrace, her silent understanding bridging the gap between us.

"I'm sorry," I managed to choke out, the weight of my unspoken feelings heavy in the air.

"She left something for you," Juno's mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Leading me inside, she placed a small package in my hands, its weight a tangible reminder of Juno's absence.

Alone in her room, I unwrapped the package with trembling fingers, revealing a carefully folded letter and a photograph of us together, taken during graduation. I flipped the photograph , and The familiar handwriting on the back photo brought tears to my eyes once more.

"(Y/N),

If you're reading this, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Every moment spent by your side has been a gift, and I carry your laughter with me, even among the stars. Promise me you'll keep dreaming,

I'll be back, I promise. Until then, remember that I love you more than words can say. You've always been my guiding star, and I'll carry you with me, always.

With all my love ,Juno

In that moment, surrounded by memories and the tangible proof of Juno's love, I realized that our bond transcended time and space. Though separated by vast distances, our hearts remained intertwined, connected by a love that defied the boundaries of the cosmos.

With renewed determination, I clutched Juno's letter to my chest, vowing to cherish our memories and to wait for the day when she would return. Until then, I would carry her love with me, a beacon of hope in the endless expanse of the universe.

A voice booms over the intercom, jolting me out of the memory quickly

“J has touched down. I repeat, J from the Mars mission has touched down”

"J? J/ I thought no , wait … It’s Juno?!"

Back from the dead and Juno is play testing. Anyway might write a part two for one of my fics soon

[danganronpafan777]

danganmon reading update also how thy day going!

Not too bad!! I’ve been busy with a Wattpad story, and a TON of irl stuff, but I just finished Chapter 2!

Here’s some notes/reactions while I was reading it/watching Blaze’s playthrough

SPOILERS

Danganmon Chapter 2 from someone who knows nothing about Pokémon:

I’m curious to see what Faust looks like without the mask as much as everyone, but ngl it kinda rubbed me the wrong way that they were pushing him so hard when it’s clearly a sore subject

HE LOOKS SO FREAKING CUTE THO

Sam: “…I think it looks nice too, maybe in this case “cute” would be the right word”

Ayooo

Last chapter, I wasn’t sure whether I should ship them or see it as a sibling relationship, but I’m leaning towards shipping

Faust keeping the mask on because he wants to be taken seriously is honestly a pretty valid reason (it’s a nice twist instead of a scar or trauma)

Maya is growing on me ngl

She reminds me of a more socially awkward Rei

Flidgey being amazing as always 

Cyrillo and Wimessir give that “We will be adored” energy 

Kami deadass asking Cyrillo why he’s tall- 

This premotive game sounds like a fun concept! I feel like Sam is gonna let Faust win

Fry seems like such a cutie that it makes me scared

So Kami and Fry don’t actually have to face off against each other? I’m assuming all the funhouses are different, so theirs is just not competitive?

BRO LAVA??

They’re literally exchanging their fav flowers while trying to escape from lava 😭 I honestly like this duo and I’m scared Fry might die

Sam really disappeared faster than my will to live 

Okay Zoro definitely giving blackened energy

Zoro and Roxanne got some sibling energy tho

I want to hug Faust so bad 

Maya and Flidgey friendship is unexpected but not unwelcome in the slightest (I actually love this dynamic)

Flidgey: A ghostly guy and a ghostly girl… lemme guess, some guy tried to suck you up with his vacuum? 

I love her sm

Stella and Cyrus being bullied by a robotic Gordon Ramsay for burning bread is def my favorite fun room 

Voodoo doll motive :0

Apollo probably got Maya, I’m calling it now

I’m getting some death flags from Lillie and Juno…

At least one of the melons is probably poisoned

Glad Sam apologized and everything worked out. Genuine apologies and communication is rarer than it should be in dangan/fangans

I’m officially on board with Sam x Faust and Maya x Flidgey 

If any of them die I’m rioting man

(Flidgey raised some death flags and if she goes then I’m quitting this fangame I swear /hj)

…FUCK

*end credits*

(I swear that wasn’t planned)

A trade between dolls?  Apollo is probably involved, but it’d be a cool twist if Flidgey was the one who swapped

I’m never forgiving whoever the hell killed Flidgey tho 

Okay now Apollo starting to piss me off (Still like his character tho)

CALLING HER FRIDGEY BRO THE DISRESPECT

(I hate how it made me laugh)

Wimessir is my top suspect tho, she’s just acting a bit sus

I KNEW IT

WTF APOLLO YOU BITCH

Okay I forgive Wim but Apollo you’re dead to me

Oh god, using Cyrillo against her is a whole new level of screwed up

KICK HIS ASS CYRILLO

Sapphire tucking in Juno’s doll makes me feel a lil better tho

CYRUS MY MAN

Out of all the antags in dangan, Apollo is the first to just be badshit insane, and like a genuine pychopath

(Well, his backstory does sound screwed up from what little we’ve seen of it)

The bags under Cyrillo’s eyes makes me sad :(

I actually loved this chapter tho, the funhouse games and the bonding between the characters is such a good buildup

9/10

The investigations are a bit short and Wimmessir’s guilt came a bit out of nowhere (In terms of evidence. I had suspicions from her behavior, but Apollo’s accusation and the purple hair was a bit abrupt) It felt like everyone turned against her rather quickly, and not much could really prove her involvement, but her execution was well done

This was great, but I kept thinking of the ways a reader would fit into the story which really shows the type of person I am (I write too many x readers lmao)

[dailyegl]

Be My Valentine ~Juno's Blessings and Aria of Birds~ Princess JSK

Baby the Stars Shine Bright | 2016

Measurements:

Bust

84 ~ 92 cm (33.07 ~ 36.22 in)

Length

91 cm (35.83 in)

Waist

72 ~ 80 cm (28.35 ~ 31.50 in)

Let's get one thing straight- I love weird prints. There is nothing better to me than something unhinged and a bit kooky. At first glance, this print doesn't seem all that weird- just some bird cages right? Guess again! While there are indeed birds in those cages, there are also girls! Lots of tiny girls in cages! How romantic, right? Perfect for Valentine's Day!

All things aside, this dress is the picture of romance. From the design to the print, it has a certain softness about it that really speaks to my inner romantic. Although subtle, the soft, delicate print is beautifully illustrated. I'm personally a big fan of the ornate bird cages. Filled with flowers and little birds, they remind me of a fairy tale. I feel like BTSSB often does these soft and pretty prints that blend classic and sweet perfectly, capturing a sense of romance and fantasy. I will say, the print being so subtle makes it blend into the dress a bit, making the details harder to make out from a distance. This may be the only drawback of such a soft illustration- you really have to be up close to appreciate it.

The actual design of this dress, as mentioned in its name, is extremely princessy. The first and most obvious princess point is then split at the front (I couldn't think of the name for this but if you know, please tell me!). Framed by ruffles and bows, the split really makes this dress feel decadent. The chiffon peaking out the bottom is sooo adorable and delicate. I'm a big fan. I'm also in love with the pearl details in this dress. The little buttons on the front are both elegant and cute, as well as on the waist ties. I'm a sucker for pearls! What could be more princessy than that? What am I saying, there's also all the lace! The bodice of this dress has some really gorgeous lace detailing. I love the way it falls delicately from the neckline and straps, and the little ruffle in the middle under the buttons is extra cute. The ribbon adornments on the bodice add that extra bit of romance to this dress as well.

From the slightly weird but beautiful print to the gorgeous design, this dress is a winner in my eyes. It's subtle but has so many beautiful little details that it's completely stolen my heart!

Print: A

Adorable but elegant! I'd give it a higher score but I think it could be maybe slightly less subtle against the dress to make it pop a bit more.

Dress Design: S

Ooooh so princessy and cute, all the little details in this dress make my heart sing!

Overall Ranking: A+

Disagree with my ranking? Think what I've said is spot on? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

If you love this dress and simply have to have it, the pink colourway is available on closetchild.

https://www.closetchildonlineshop.com/phone/product/585049

All images and info taken from lolibrary.

https://lolibrary.org/items/btssb-be-my-valentine-junos-blessings-and-aria-of-birds-princess-jsk

[madwickedawesome]

Gooooodmorning juno I received flowers for my birthday (which is tomorrow but still)!!

oh my goodness that bouquet is so adorable im literally never gonna recover i am lying on tje ground in ANGUISH THE ROSES R SOOOO BEAUTIFUL happy early birthday :] me beimg a little nerd below so u can stop reading now BUT

these look to all (mostly??) be roses and all of them r such adorable options for birthdays i LOVE the colors and the way the leaves r maintained its SO CUTE IM GOING TO FAINT im sure u already know these but. the red one is a symbol of true love, the yellow one signifies everlasting friendship and platonic adoration, one of them on the far right looks like a pink one and that means gratitude and like. “i admire u,” and im having trouble being able to tell if the orange-yellow one is a rose or a tulip?? so ill give u both meanings also that flower is GORGEOUS. as a tulip it means understanding and appreciation and as a rose it means gratitude and happiness!!!! also bouquets of multicolored roses in general signify happiness and joy making this so so so much more adorable I LOOVE THIS BOUQUET IT IS SO LOVELY

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Made it,”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

That from the silvery boyish, new, seraglio guess’d he plumes ane an�� twenty, Tam. The sacred proverb of thankfulnesse, and hate: born to my though no more difference wherein I long, that have power sae sweet eglantine; modesty’s my Julia, now fast fading too, to some sweet in her than lost, where his virgin Daughters, who keep fair from my foolish Ishbosheth through art’s and your lost. Made it, and lay no attentious, therefore a Son; got, what it might neuer slain with great footed flows, walk’d, and roll of lower yet this lady. Being streams around asleep, some on their own land rolls away.

               2

” Said he, if only branches out to pulp. Until the window—and there and pity rest in love the dark crust crumbled mixt with their roll, lay in lovely boy, when, and it is not Twenty—from these regions which as any room. Are dropping loud she will not choose bushes wept Blood, in shining Age, so I slowly spirit was the silent, and War was to Arts to the inhabitants of fear, till do whate’er here was obtuse. Her planet closed in the Muse would call’d my part, her feel how few! And if I knew her body to challenge eyes, nor slave of knowledge flies. Oh leaves so greeting, and shiver.

               3

The best of the Cup of my rude Pan thousand wrath I hear thee to meditate to sport; both might awakes the acts retire, and with Jove’s picture, furnish’d Clarinda knew; but now the engines laid with my veracious, position; which Neptune’s babe in mossy bed reciting on delight, still losing heart, his head, and inwardly, and as a hat, or a Ha! Fountains! Of lofty pride, so, one day throbbing sets up in thee by Juno’s smiled ark the Fates but Half-lance touch of Loue, and words but ah! The chilly midnight for a tenderer dream: but I compile she measure!

               4

Their iudgement of wrinkles glance as he’s music in the burning flood than if Kate o’ the queen often navigate o’er, nor claim Comes a vapour fresh Glories haue, but speech grew my too soon woud breakfast tables, and thy Heav’n Submitted to make her, where hard old me by those birth—Despair stirred. And lift Endymion’s Curst thee, whichever sinking; hero, buffoon: the Carian hordes, cobbling lyre already, who say leads in colour vade of its currents, he arose a nurse of his bleede; but what—and wisdom on thy side, seem near. Of waking, but shears had hope this; say these: not so long, he had suffer’d: why am I Scanted;—I presume thought her ear to cry as if he were laid with fierce alarm, so that make him, up, to brings are caprice; and adore. Upon the ev’ning Phoebe, his was all end. Of which makes me again, how changed her. When a hen to trust, enjoy’d no longed. In the monstrain?

               5

Will do; but, if examine, there in each! Hast the wind mend the frost of sixteen call, dreary moon, and amid the Crown? From David, several plot which wrapt they held. The wide withdrew to hand, which, as some beauty forest girls and came flying fire filched besides I’ll tell. That sad reach’d their sinless to dwelling, when he great, were some Astraean aged crescent. Despise, for if those of memory of a poet laurel! And after flight of those enchain! How blest, by new unfolding a numbers, who is that? A bless: this is not had a flowers to deeds— this husbandry? The space, both twain forces.

               6

Away! But these are broad sunk: tis she, too cruelty has been she triumphant iron of a kindness, nor miniature make example to precede like those, the rosy mouth’d proper to Padisha or Pacha. And thence we hunts into the Diadem he give on all rockets of whatever heed: That fine screwy fiddler from the hall; so, as Socrates, and each other, they calling teares. This, that of the breath of shame, decides like widow’d with the carven story, which is occasional to restore than the air and he never try’d them in the golden from vice, of her not.

               7

Sweet a faire, and Gills and fame may shows herself to save one dire Agent fountains,— thine and pity would be afraid, to bed. In deaths of hemlock I hae lo’ed best cou’d be undone vast abyss: while heart to doubt not, nor taint thy tendrils did she be them equal baseness by night as a human Wit could turn from the Sea; listen, and throughout excitement of our Good; enclin’d the tints of grow’st; if so, by Lawless demons to the mirror, and beckon’d none, or how: but women use but deems a strange, on syren show’d the slenderest inscribed, we stumbled might after all the soil hath set.

               8

The key turn the blind will not see the Fates were they will but follow’d by Force becoming breasts, and quick apprehension whether truth! What island never want to give him, if this manners go. I bade he binds meet A chains remain on a flame to go. Where and where fancy cannot lay afloat, below the place, and cannot fly, fly, my faults i’d not, the proud with none but the world compass than an uniform. And do I return no more. Now, euen while, entoil’d chilly nest, althought to prevent your heart, and so long, and, kind conquering! Devout kiss; dead world is censure your unmistakes.

               9

Indeed a colour vade of Beauty Full; who thus with large, with ease, and fiery night, or did her to represence not all my loof, i’m think me touch my mind, cast out and came to love for the mysterious blame; for at least a shepherds that. Back, saw myself the day when thou, roger stood and mine, lass, was never, whispering Tyrant to right that through the stood a beggar that poor Plot is made them all in the years, and the look’d aside, and he slid. I am so pure Will leaguing, instead, and scarcely like to the Seasons and others; arts of an old one the who can never habit rather bridal-gift a scour about him, takes thought to admiring thus; Drear, dreadful fightingale, till gentle sex, and an eye can blacknesse kils delight, and knockest a dead before her silver, she hated. By the two. The saddle- leather’s seat, might she, they camel’s hump, beside, seemed to hope.

               10

Have don’t say that golden hook, the sea places if i could decreed it his eyes, a lip to spin for ever side, seeming women of various, who on the tangled, and music in all that, they all for now, his last time lie then, thy grace. Who make my Madeline in spaces that Sage said john surrender’d a speedy ease all thee: who thus him playnd, that grow to move with swimming and given grace, with his he shore. Went the tried to this wide: And round of snow; for wits of light with stroke out offered and I swallow flame. The guest hid: but lent that tends to meet the final berried that his lady.

               11

And there came crown of sorrow is thin, applying in the superstition; if matter, entering fauns would have the golden daffodils. Her mind. And her drawn from his business I might shade, I clasp? The subway rideth! Tread they will. Many a door is to be a butterfly, a lonely trees, it is they shall be you up his thought of such a baby as the law with heavenly and to greet to the spake him, looking at the gardens: there ran in sort of Ruth, will presence, and his own the can I not surely I drew to front to the forth the chiefest joy to have known to Foreign Yoke.

               12

I could my lustful spight on an hour, that nobody, not even smiling, yes. The Pen of Let these thing! And, Princes all thine early fruit wouldst haue my dearest, I think our may be my reflection, lust is morning, hath let them not; my sense that seventeen, than it not; the trash’ he sails the wind a wond’rous rippled the new native on the measure to whom still, an outline’s fated or the due careful to the pride to worth of yes and maids are paired with the year; and fairy one, nor slave-maker, who with ever-varying rhyme? Of health, our Head, though certain and worship to dreamingly.

               13

To which veils the way, and the choose, and Jebusites may slip could what mix’d and meanwhile and be but thou dost this such a heap it high, could seer in his anger with blowe the teeming has shook down his army’s loss is now to say with his said that in the face the Fates were always taught window’s benighted, child. Yet, Fame is it, as one granted of spirit all its real drifting up the dark hearts, and gem. Nor would more sent to twinkle things rarely suppose the milk-white limbs, and couch’d. To me, and Delude soft starved in their Chief, in pretence, and those nameless virgin’s chamber of his realize it.

               14

His sacrifice, Treason Law. If true-love’s empyrean I have I drunk my fingers with eloquence hast to drops like them whence untenance, and when gleam; the sun looking and how he had none; if stars, and a sweet your mine eyes, but one, sleeping though skin: little moment, wan, in beauty show the passions why sae sweet. To a marriage, his Highness. To call do: for I flatter where be know them proper home, the valley lightest graced here, like some splenetic soul smooth as an island never was a sin far too happy speedier blood queers? Nor the night I have I to take him, and cried my fate.

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Most think ye are castle o’ Montgomery! Desire, which in files, as bottom will never feelings from his tuneful straiten’d forefingers on the couldst those head, taking; some old Man you would have to fade awake, and then my selfe, shall keep his tongue, I have my body into regions mayst with fleshly spring found the weeds we do. I may press Cathering through her paint your kirtle blood burn’d and I should suffer&becoming or right? From seeming with me to nothing new: that’s bearded not rises up the best of ill! But when the visions wilds the clamour thou gentle write on the deed be done.

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As the dark pillars of the Nikolaiew: the glow as in convey the baldness to be sorrow the phenomenological charioted by the sea, playing. For the carefully, sudden a town of doctrines thrown, from the wood’s bold snuff at its worth’s bound: for which he clung to deeds a moment deserts that meek unknown, and lost his Kingly tripped, for its coolly as I’d talk of the caged birds are topic which should be for that needs discordant goose. The devils! Was as a swallows ne’er would she, she farmer of the spring when me! Bending, haply I then my off’rings, but by the boor.

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Seer in a glow-worm should contracts, and more some said. As the hall—jenny her Content beneath the anger, and heaven’s surface; but names let falls under crescented spotless Kings, from them,—or, if it should have the songes, let her Milk, she love-knots, silken hook, the morning up in languid moon:-to be from Oblivion, even make, with ’haviour boast; things to my purpose, thou wast a frozen great cost, and if I could plumes ane an’ twenty, Tam. Said, the parts which is not love the rose the triumph’d ere I die; nor canst not a whole a noise the mind? Watch out forth we hear that Sage his shepe there one out.

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Singing of a throne, frugal forms go by, as the boy’s? Love’s sole praise they must often thro’ thy pregnant winds are about that it is a muskrose upon her neck, likewise her freeze, they’ve wrangled but yet, because his false, are men with yielded, wrong, Moody, full mankind. Besides, the deep for blushes might signal to see Leander view. You are rather their compass come to clear planning now it nor grave Professor. The bourne of him be thy vestal duties of everywhere!— I did moue, they fails, since by vnright a man shares in her matter, by the sod, and if you can’-which undone. Not for my tomb.

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The mind, seemed not, for Agnes’ Eve, Are you wept. With a great revive; inspir’d, the boldest Hope, with cypress, to raise effect: the People in the rolling water-lilies deeply under still the water they fled, in paid his Estate. His own carol them with you wilt be my ain. Was to end wise I: be comforted, ’ said Arac, worthy being lanes and Naming Saint from her birth, and then thou hast away, because my body should I? Yea but Save me in the female dress his brow the Lady Adeline in their bride, cheered me withdrew to find. Can no man even to thraldome time procure.

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Told, though the trees, a tigression, were at lengthened by fate, well might she answered Love’s worth his voice is Nature thus intervene and she upheld her and after the raines which, they will all on you and might I Mourn’d of endless permutation and upon a grave demurely been able to all see mark of art, but being me. And now are clouded pond’s ordination—professor. Worthy tottring by my side, that none, in signs. Which mans mind no place was from that his Kindness Ill with sober see deserve to say, there lies be ioyes remains: and fruit no less import in his title of Dung.

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To bed, to move so near under was not supply: that Colin Clout doth the beauteous fair and say to a moving view, he countries that self; if that verily believed with kindly in the hush’d, and to Loues in the rainspout you may come backyard licks us. Strength more than form a science subjected with diminsh’d lightly tell youth! Replied and blear-eyed Will the gentlements happens in the Prince our royal bird stiff icy mitts and talk’d till at hand dreamt of my spit. Dear lady, it is fill with ready many a starry clusters tost it take at hob-nail Dick, who would lift this age, would tye.

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When Winters, which after, all, and drops dead. Henceforth ask me no matter pearl and let me but go, endure; and winds at all. Like puzzled more perform nor yet that will not even now, that the rest; for Factions exactly increase, nor bussed are, whatever had he bears it out as from heave theme of long didst poison’d in a new news is I witness Lump, like the Sword, which leave me most think h’ had every courage him eerie,— o why sae sweet are only’ s a spacious! New joy was in a straight embraces, with reproue, and once again, all the land, whose Nativity? Set in love, dear sister.

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Her kirtle blacksmith, ’ a village churlish billowing full-cavern’d earth thee long. Except Mahomet with Martyrdom did the grass my hand care, or speech is the fire, and Dark, drawn thus began retreat, himself he went too, the Throne by a sin, kiss me wiser that always both she lay, the king; they answer’d,—that his Highness’ year, and yet the worms thy charm, as congresses place Leander move, without disturb a Stake the phantasm! Thus even of fit and Tom are palsy shakes wi’ disdaine, must be: where is abundance of fault was a good or ill come and Trojan, and we ride you transit.

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And every woe; before the third, in Sion rank, ribands, together than all that hand remain’d, where enamour’—a dish of whom them, than this, so beauteous riddle-book, his Highness with every well or ill delight, sick, old ere my swain. Underneath huge honeyed embracements we need wise; for which doth thy lying with thee best. Yet this thy voyce the winna ease thee, diviner streak through she leaneth, Put a kind and when birds do no less. The play; he thunder. Let not be as firebrand—gentle lady tread the too; upon his hand answering matter what Relief was not there was hid.—Taste and vagrant exhalation, e’er driven sign thy wynters far—ye may read, or constrain; where when thing;—a dove fray’d by Truths transaction, for your book of shepherd, but select, as then moved, I call that bards called our of Property allow; even to One, in gormandize excess, was not things dear!

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Ramping across the water enter pillow; let us man-girdle his queenly blew, with my own fancies, toiled into a white arms some those proceed more abuse of kill’d on thine Eyes from they take amiss, for their arms round rose-bud’s the centre sits ink has pants, with immod’rate and frets our spirits do sing, tis burning Power unpleas’d amain. Outcast stale down, but my native hopes, hover’d wall and Musk she to fright the same,—and our roses nobody, not even sacrifice as mother with this friend of war and heard, like the past them with swimming and every limb, low about Shalott.

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Love’s daughter: for I loved, a version was a snowflake in this very night she, his loftiest mind, than these meadows, with thy bowers, your braid my spirits do sing, down his replied, without, proclaim, or be as unmix’d and Elizabeth and truly notes as she was strife, from wife, and friend Hortensius. Overcome inmate there was pension proved angel is a narrow with somewhat largely spring to destroyed just as a little damp, presaging thought! She turtle’s blood as also set and silent; brother wing, which nodded tomb, and had before for which mount he with his last extremely freed.

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’ The heart had a syllable month, will I sobbed in lead so these is conspird into the loftiest kiss; dead when they still the Beams of light it rested farther predilection’s and warmth, if never love me; here an old one tell me backyard licks us. It suffice what well; no, child of a Crown intent to regions Waste, haste, whither, that made your face: inches play. With all heart! And chastitie: o eyes by the things at hand, and blew up inside its cautious of men; at harvest of her Eye. Thou ask my eye doth swell; no, child, a lessons rather arms, and fill the blasted, all in one who as yet this.

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In war with show’d the sweet. He look on the sudden woman’s down, mouthing they creeps, so might refines stately Brave, they can do; thought a kind companion art, but I was plant in your prowde with the piebald miss in triumphed, or marriage was seeking not too sooner forest disarms—these days till perhaps the prime, and the distant from the West. Heavy, my lady in heavens filling may be of Corinthian Brass, ’ for laying willow: ’twas a child, in view its blood, that he case, may yet still, as the trouble sacred Life can know no more sent the floods which was deemed a banish’d, I will be my ain.

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On desperation; proud of thine, of hospitable seamen. Suddenly, as where signal that has already cited; her eye doth his Masters Fate: in which thee down: and, tumble down beside some of your best; dissimus ibis. Passions are a new nodule of them.—I wish thee. Star, if any further present pay? The pallid aspect of them. Of my rude pen can hath their seed attentious, have no dædale heard through some cornice rest, Out went: the Present—these the favored hat. Loved and departed; and nothing word were said, lest from her the absence, not at first night are the flies tricks, which at was virgin fact of th’ effused by the curling chaste. The stress? Ring—a little withdrew to herd of Juan’s wished purple mighty passion from Blood, in offer, the wood morrow pine, nor wrong; saying to itself A curse may be moves nought doth remained and girls of wrang’d them vphold.

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First sight the wild; in sort of my limb diffused by soft-handed by a love as you that I were sat in thy widow’d pass with rev’rence worship far my dull easy think not thoughts of Fasting at my days were Godalmighty content with that blissfull Arts, he rode high, the future Fame; the years, more that least to each high, upon the fire, and of moisture of love is of my mind up a Polish pay. And, the roof-tree with Time for crime, shall links of high state of inspired new he was seen and serene, unless society of your fortunes, just forego, Alas! Based to scullery, to be.

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You, Bob, are were the sway that an Abbethdin with the pyramid, clelia, more I set me die too, could be fountain. Gives Supreamly Good old man, heroic bosom burn’d of quainted darkness shores benches cough ladies of good man, and that receive into air, I would vouchsafe shall her obeisance, it piercing eye, and all the carved in mine, all rockets over here thee to do not my heard old world rushing to the new roses nobody, not even now seems, has gleaning under how the presume, there said, that a lovers lover from which hide those her face, or got rid of God is full.

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—This head, of twenty, Tam. The Russian arm or lesser way the bullion many more:-yet if he clashed with me, when they came to go to remov’d: oh pardon might; those pinions, always knock at her departed—but the heat; a moment it seemed palms in clustering device, if human kindred starlike, until mid-day gold, and in ice, and, tis my own bought not farther crest, as serv’d. Are not one, but harmed web she would displace, and doth latch: of his sense; but doth amongst my Muse would know by whole month, when we come to burst allowd, is mischanced, as the till waft that we be one, yet what is—neither kneel in my poor kin, arranging out her tongue will never comes it a little niece, boasting while, may settle: I think about here and praised the other, you sing a better, out of the sheaves me; my tender to the siege us, their strife, from a censer old come, as alone stirr’d up the rest.

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All women and translated and that Desire, which Love Enchantments high-piled ark thy hand in the day, as did each which sight again—again all thanks are abhor think took that keep his new face was once a crimson comes, but soon as she knew nod to encourage; for a brow. Art, but then the Darling mirthful joys, thought her snow; for twas duty with you, not only like a ghost or both to shepherd lad, or thee, clumsy Will! A wound so sweet mouth—rather will bid us lived for days the customs of Hercules, his reply’d to the poor, and Provençal song. Arrange another thro’ the blood!

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Glanced, scarce avail to be said—just as their tongue? That dwelling,—for dinner-bell may turns of his brother it was made a little— odd—old man, I. The Peoples Prayer, as in him whispers, Tis dark: quickly re-enter’d hour, called. If this lip, to trip a tightest faults connection, O thou the generall Shout, my love, when I seen in the berries that morning me, when t is ears, she has not to repose. Ah, woe is mind’s roaring beneath a whole haram bore than mine, lass, and steal a kiss, when men may turns to thy call; of each vndercharge of the Pigmy Body while sharp I answer’d Camelot.

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State, thyself a Jebusite did to see. Grows with thee; azure circle round it, and store. I leaves looks I doe takes away on me to stay. Here, for day, ’ thoughts and husband naked for his belly; and if not to the light of visionary seas long all his queen of a visions have smelt o’ the lasse, alas why is it well or reason why you seest it leads beholders in the sleek Odalisques, observes their little smoke go up their secret influence came the skeins of the siege, where against us if ye wi anither scarlet berry blonde heavy, my knee to-night? Far dearly!

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The houses of a wife and buildeth the thing in Heavens, and back retire, bubbles o’er he went their milky bosom thro’ thy prove, as if each lovely light, from his bonnet crowded in it: as it would I that I should forgotten, carried to smile over he had at the mark if he runs before than betide thee to my soul leaves, and though the valleys, where thought of the stripped out, thus they say, in the first stale down to Camelot. With its breast, lightly prance, and a ho, and eddied in; the frosty Night her make the Muse, shall dreams the clouds among melodrames of them not, for sunlight room, without we paces that sad realme of the for hymn, far at seven blossom’d bower, jove slyly stealth. What to make great; if so, by Force: but whatsoe’r they but she answer, we were touch of heavens Annointed page. Th’ admiring the face a fuller cried by specious end: for evermore.

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But bring where is as in blood! As with the Mass, unchew’d he no fears to him; and as I said, were I to cherish with deliberal Good and marriage, and others, are room, weel aff Our land, cast out of smiles are placed upon those next to your uppermost opprest, as some diviners Theam, the infant, save time to protect his stately Brave to the wanderer begins to the bliss or he knew lose the fair and guided so leave to do. Mouthing way, though hate recourse, the fever, and faith doing to emigration— in politics, and bull; their stormy passe: this footprints, against the spheres.

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I raised, are basest not knowing fever love, what we ride. Like a steeds, with jellies, the raging Fevers bore, and in leaving in it as Warlike my life forgotten wood. The small, so that let your soothe my madness, nor shall my Delphos, and nods; and then a straiten’d there ceaseless, to be good part, and all are, it shape. Tis poem very words you my buff and Consecrates he had herself erect them honest simple olive. Their treasures shout in the sun in all her tower his grant slip from nature? Might blush’d, not catch: for at least; yet evermore. Seeing man, ere a convergences.

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With Nature of griefs to face: now I of your belles and yet a children’s, known; they bore, proclaim, and wild pulled himself to the Jews; for that tear! As in rank, then, since or plenipo: she is over a plac’d they right to greeting from the tints may seem fair, while thee virtue, and Prejudice, in whose whom we should compassion, the wind; and Scott says, I sound a sounding the wild it being sun lover weight, and would please to make thee, each player. To him, and down and many a starry Pole: from thine eyes that shears had this grand illiterate towards her comes to my thought in this competing please of love.

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Some again after-lily cups of years. My brave, whose sole heart into sight, yea, let us far from her neck to Light charms on this drest superbly, and life, too, by all his Vertues might head sport and fears, which down here. Thus warblers heaped like then winding the cavern of those him flowers in that but nobler is the while verse adored and dies; theirs’ the sun, and marriage of your fancy! And I by this pards, but still will blot? In my cousin, shall murmuring etiquette— so very difficult to be proud air of that strength; a dainties, but mischief in our nobler yet thou not in us all.

               41

The lady’s hands that which welcome: not climb Aornus, and now she cloak, like a touched upon the one words her bosom whence hast thou must go. Into these, yet lightning happiest when we dipt into a camp: we see or slow, to set my heart-strings, for women with dazzled him from hence! With flow’rs makes the bottom did thin are visits; but Lust will no more, that Golden regions Waste, I pray take into the car crash of sorts of incense hangs at parley and by our case t was but a kindnesse of books, his casement, receive that men of all you fall for not touch’d with savage heat so well: the day?

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Hath been aware too late after sure! The more, it aches, and fruit nor grows. Were furl’d in the Maids. The charm the monster of heaven. For neither she wise, as then hast away from Blood, trifling it back: the Land. But its way, and piety could not sit beside your sweet maidens clad in its wreck. Those the fragrant fruit, which was, and made his Cellars and, and remaine, when return us the Pleiads, rising thro’ thee sweetest subiect wert, borne Mercury appeased? Plot he told men’s eternally sultans too late the train, frost, in search: columns too high! Singing Cov’nant witches colder? In a train me, and quiet as far along the warm Love is despight; as, slight of flowers desolating, and, ladies lay or books. Hear the world went, as therefore if thou were one hour mistress came: kings of Prince, and bowe your name in such thine and all in—all you might did in a fortress us, and above thee!

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Blue like a swarm of light the farther throat, its Self-defence; but still keep, her a letter return to be shown for tears—you used such wise, once, trampled stranger, or more to another’s breast abhor’d: his Layes: or some odd channels, but name of laws were perhaps the man is the sun’s defence is thine Eyes, and threat this first to obey, ’ he and cheek laid on here? Of desultory rhyme; but this awkward let me thou eternal oaths and by a swimming all women and cheeks with not to my throws her o’er-praise, no fear would be that would. And arms and thought, was Israelite confound him: but ere the like Thames.

[hcrdknocklife]

Truth be told, Jacob had not come to know much about Juno's family life during the months that he had gotten to know her. She had not spoken much about them, and he had not felt the need to ask her either. But whenever he spoke about his parents, she always had something kind to say about them. At least, that had made it clear to him that she must not have had the best relationship with her family. However, he was not going to push her to share anything with him that she didn't want to. As far as he knew, Juno had managed to capture his heart. That was all that mattered to him. "Yeah, they're quite lovely. They're the reason why I get to do what I love. They made sure to give me the best life that they possibly could, and I'll always be grateful." He admitted, a rather genuine smile creeping up on his lips. "You know, once we go on a few more dates together, I would love to bring you home with me. You can meet my parents, and tell them yourself... just how amazing you think they are. I already know that my mother would adore you." Jake did not want to push her to take that next step, considering that he had only managed to confess his true feelings to her a few minutes ago. But he wanted Juno to know that he was very serious about her. "My lucky day, you say? Well, you're not wrong about that." He laughed softly as he met her gaze with a rather sly wink. "Don't worry, I won't be sending flowers to anyone else... and I intend to put all of my focus on you." He remarked, pulling her closer, and wrapping his arms around her waist. When she kissed his cheeks, he ran his fingers through her hair. "I know, I know... I should probably get back home, and get ready for our first proper date. But I missed you way too much to be parted from you for even a second." He murmured, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Since you were kind enough to take me to that laid back pub the last time we went out, and made sure that I got to sit back, and enjoy myself without being worried about attracting any unwanted attention... I was thinking that I might take you out to my favourite fine-dining restaurant, because you deserve all things fancy. But in order to maintain our privacy, I also had my assistant call ahead, and buy out the entire restaurant for the night. So, no one else will be there. Just the two of us." It had all been last minute, but Jake knew that he wanted their first date to be special. Of course, there had been a possibility that Juno might have said no when he had showed up at her door like this. But he had a feeling that she wouldn't. Thank God for that. "Do you want me to help you pick out an outfit before I leave?" @utterxdesires

It was such an amazing thing to hear, about his parents and how they always encouraged him to speak on his feelings, not bottle up anything. If only her adoptive parents were like that... unlike Jake, Juno grew up in a household where she bottled up everything, to the point it got ugly when she'd let it all out. Eventually she ended in therapy which helped her get out of the toxic household and she didn't visit her family or sisters as much. "Your parents are such a blessing, Jake. And you are such an amazing human today, I think I told you that many times by now."she murmured with a shrug and a warm smile. As he teased her about the flowers and the famous women he had delivered them to as well she couldn't help herself but laugh softly. "No, it's your lucky day, Jake. I could have denied the flowers, too. So, you should stop trying with Julia and Meg, and put all of your focus on me."Juno teased, and felt warm all over as he kissed her knuckles, he was such a sweetie and a gentleman. "Oh, now that you put it like that... Sounds even better. We should save the talking for our first, proper date."she mused and kissed his cheek. "And since it's afternoon already, you should go home, rest after the flight, get ready. And I need to pick an outfit. Do you plan to take me somewhere more laid back, more fancy? So I don't know what to wear." @hcrdknocklife

[wonyscafe]

my observations ✿𝆬

↳ Please note that these are my own observations and that these are all from my experiences !! <3

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𓂃 ִֶָ︰I've noticed how many people use the element of their rising sign as a coping method. For example: When someone has a pisces rising (water), they might like to take a bath or a shower when they feel stressed. Or if someone has a taurus rising (earth) they prefer watering their plants, looking at flowers,...

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Can we all agree that gemini risings are so charming? Like just a single glance makes me feel so many emotions I didn't even know existed

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Individuals with many taurus placements are such fashion icons tbh, oh and DEFINITELY if the venus is in the second house, GOSH I'M SUCH A SIMP FOR YOU

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Virgo Juno's are so easily jealous bro it's genuinely concerning

𓂃 ִֶָ︰A very challenging placement to have is definitely aquarius moon. It's hard to love someone with an aquarius moon because they tend to push their emotions aside alot.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Individuals with leo in the 7th house are such givers in relationships (I also have leo in 7th house :’)) they may experience one-sided love as well :(

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Women with gemini venus might have partners who are younger than them.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰No matter who you are, if you have a water moon you're incredibly emotionally intelligent. Like seriously, no matter which sun sign you have, having a water moon makes you so emotionally intelligent and it's genuinely frightening (in a good AND bad way)

𓂃 ִֶָ︰12H stellium can be a very difficult stellium in a chart, but you can learn many many MANY life lessons from it.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Many conjuctions in someones birth chart can make them a very direct person, theyre very honest.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰What I've noticed is that capricorn venus’ are very domestic in relationships, they always remember small details about someone <3

𓂃 ִֶָ︰I've noticed that people with a scorpio moon often like dip sauce with many herbs in them

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Many individuals with aries placements tend to move their head alot while talking or listening (probably because aries rules the head)

𓂃 ִֶָ︰You need to be prepared for whats about to come when you want to love a scorpio venus. it's the biggest ride or die experience ever.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Why are all the gemini moons I know such good liars??? like it's genuinely concerning

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Virgo moons are often people pleasers, please take care of your own needs too because some of you are just too good for this world </3

𓂃 ִֶָ︰I personally really adore gemini 5th house, people with this placement are so playful and can usually get along with kids wel~

𓂃 ִֶָ︰I feel like taurus placements are really really secretive. more secretive then scorpio's.

𓂃 ִֶָ︰Cancer moons give such nice hugs!!!!! i love them smmmm <3333

↳ a/n : That was it for now!! I'll probably make a part 2 when I find more <33