#just observed a pattern i've noticed.

[beachsideufo]

a strange internet phenomenon 2

[astrolook]

🎨💍Appearance & Traits Of Future Spouse In Astrology🌸🌹

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Feel free to share in the comments if any of this hits home. This post is based on Vedic astrology.

👀 Future spouse looks according to your 7th house sign

Aries - Their cheeks light up when they smile and that natural blush is everything. A reddish or sun-kissed complexion is common. Might be prone to rashes or sensitive skin. They’re outdoorsy like horseback riding, racing, biking, anything that gets the adrenaline pumping. 🚴‍♂️🏇Killer smile alert😍 Might even have cute freckles sprinkled across their face. Big beach lover too. Sun, sand, and salty air are their happy place.🌞🏖️

Taurus - Your future spouse might be average or short in height 🧍‍♂️, with a naturally attractive look that feels effortless either unusually good-looking or just conventionally beautiful 🌸. If it’s a husband, expect thick, bushy hair and a strong beard 🧔‍♂️; if it’s a wife, she’ll likely have looooong, dark hair 🌑 that gives off major classic beauty vibes. They tend to gain weight easily 🍰, often looking soft, chubby, cuddly, and touchable. If it’s a wife, she’s likely blessed with beautiful curves think nice breasts and a shapely butt 🍑 along with THICC thighs; if it’s a husband, strong broad shoulders and a sturdy chest stand out 💪. Your Taurus spouse will probably be obsessed with skincare and haircare 🧴, always smelling good and looking polished. And don’t be surprised if they’re big lovers of dairy products like cheese, milk, ice cream 🍦🧀 and their fridge is probably always stocked.

Gemini - Your future spouse will have a youthful vibe that’s almost androgynous. You might not be able to tell their age just by looking at them. For a wife, maybe keeps short hair or bangs and for husband keeps a trendy haircut. They talk with their hands constantly ✋👐 and have a way of moving that’s light, quick, and expressive. Physically, they tend to be on the slimmer side, sometimes looking pencil-thin ✏️. Their style changes like the weather 🌦️ one day casual, next day edgy, next day business chic. They have a fast metabolism and are total foodies 🍔🍟. Sarcastic jokes and a killer sense of humor are their signature traits 😂. They’re the type to love hiking, mountain climbing, or even just climbing trees for fun 🧗‍♂️🌳. Vacations twice a year are practically a necessity ✈️🏝️, and honestly, they probably watch p*rn casually too (just saying). Hobbies could include camping, bungee jumping, skydiving, and anything that screams "adventure." They love taking pictures 📸 of wildlife, landscapes, selfies, you name it and social media is basically a second home 🧑‍💻. They also bounce back super quickly from any illness 🛌➡️🏃‍♂️.

Cancer - Your future spouse might have a round, expressive face 🌝 that you’ll find super endearing. If they gain weight, a little double chin could show up extra cute, honestly. Their upper body tends to be stronger than their lower body 💪, with slender arms and legs 🦵, but if they do gain weight, a protruding belly might be noticeable 🍩. For a wife may have mild health issues like medicinal allergies or diabetes 💊, while for a husband, he might deal with blood pressure concerns 🩺. Thick, juicy lips 💋 are common, often with a little mole somewhere around or below the lip. Their eyes are large and full of emotion 👀, and their skin tends to be oily or combination type 🌿. Cancer spouses love calm, cozy hobbies like fishing 🎣 or decorating their homes with flowers 🌸. They might be into "boring" TV shows just to pass the time 📺 (think old reruns or cooking channels). Husbands usually aren't big on workouts as they prefer the couch life 🛋️, or minimal workout sessions while wives tend to be amazing cooks 👩‍🍳, the kind who whip up the best homemade meals.

Leo - Your future spouse’s hair will have wild, untamable energy, literally vibing in the 4th dimension 🌪️. Whether it’s long or short, curly or straight, their hair will somehow stand up and blow in all eight directions when they’re outside 😂. When they’re on the phone 📞, they don’t just talk, they scream. Honestly, you could tell them to skip the call and just shout at the nearest cell tower. The receiver would still hear them loud and clear 📡. They overshare everything like waking up at 3:47 am, going to the restroom for exactly 5 minutes 🚽, falling back asleep at 4:20 am, then waking up again at 7:05 am, all reported with dramatic precision. Their storytelling is basically line-by-line commentary 🎤. When stressed or angry, they might break things (accidentally... or not) 🥴. Despite everything, they’ll want to stay the absolute center of your life 💖 even after kids show up. Lovely, right? 👑

Virgo - Your future spouse might have noticeable under-eye dark circles 💤 either from insomnia or just too much late-night thinking. They have an oval face shape 🥚 and might naturally have a flabby or weaker body, but if they commit to working out, they pull off that strong, young, smirky, slightly quirky little bastard/bitch vibe 😈. Definitely an old soul trapped in a youthful face. They love the dark 🌑 and might be obsessed with reading dark thrillers, mystery stories, mangas, or anything slightly eerie 📚👻. Sitting alone in a dark room doing absolutely nothing for hours? Yeah, that’s their version of "recharging." Might struggle with insomnia 🌙 and there’s a good chance they wear glasses 🤓. If it’s a wife, think "sexy librarian" look 📖; if it’s a husband, the "sexy college professor" vibe is strong too 👨‍🏫. Later in life, they might dream about (or actually) living off-grid 🌾 away from the noisy city and getting into farming, or at least growing their own veggies in a backyard garden 🥕🌻.

Libra - Your future spouse will have a super well-proportioned body like everything just perfectly in place. Their hair is often curly or they love styling it that way 💇‍♀️, adding even more charm to their beautiful face 🌸. Later in life, they might struggle with gaining weight around the lower body 🍑. If it’s a wife, expect a thicc body that turns heads; if it’s a husband, thicc thighs and strong legs are the signature move 🦵🔥 and prefers clean-shaven look. Personality-wise, they tend to keep people at arm’s length 🤝, mostly because they overthink and struggle with making decisions sometimes. Either way, they’re either a heartthrob or a heartbreaker and no in-between 💔💘. Deep down though, all they really want is to sleep 🛌 the kind who can pass out in 5 minutes flat, like some kind of magic trick 🪄. They love gaming 🎮 or getting into long, blunt conversations about politics or random topics and no filters here 🗣️.

Scorpio - Your future spouse could have bushy eyebrows or thick eyelids that instantly catch your eye 👁️. Their gaze is intense, the kind that silently screams "I’m hiding a dark secret" 🌑. After meeting you, a major career shift could happen too like destiny nudging them onto a new path 🔮. If it’s a husband, he might either masterfully control his emotions 🧊 or secretly cry to you at night 🌙. If it’s a wife, she’ll probably be super emotional and break down easily 💧. They love watching birds 🐦 and often want pets around them for comfort 🐕🐾. No matter who earns more, somehow they end up managing the money 💸 (and doing it really well too). They're dreamy types who can get lost in thought, but when disappointment hits, it hits like a storm 🌪️. They hold onto past memories for a long time still grieving over a betrayal or a loved one death from 2020 like it was yesterday 💔. Fashion-wise, they swing either futuristic or full-on old-fashioned styles 🕰️👗. Either too open-minded or conservative in relationships. They’re also big on hustling always plotting a second source of income behind the scenes 🛠️.

Sagittarius - Your future spouse might have a noticeably large forehead 🧠 and either be tall or love wearing heels or chunky shoes just to look taller 👠👟. They’re super open-minded and frank, the kind who’ll never judge you, no matter what 👐. Adventure runs in their blood, so don’t be surprised if they’re into racing, extreme sports, or trying every cuisine under the sun 🍣🏎️. They're often bilingual or even multilingual 🗣️🌍, and after marriage, having more than one home or constantly moving could easily be part of your life 🏡✈️. Could be into military as well, in some cases. They might collect random treasures too like coins, artifacts, vintage stuff 🪙🏺. Spiritually, they swing big: either very religious, spiritual ✝️🧘‍♀️, or, if Jupiter is retrograde, they might be more agnostic or atheist 🙃. Deep down, they live by "my way or the highway" energy 🚗💨. They also forget stuff easily and are experts at misplacing things around the house 😂🔑.

Capricorn - Your future spouse might have a broad forehead 🧠 and if it’s a husband, a receding hairline could start creeping in before 30 😂. They tend to have a mature look, no matter their actual age 🎩. If it’s a wife, she might spot her first grey hair before 30 or have fine/ thin hair 💇‍♀️. They’re usually into cars 🚗, politics 🗳️, and are sarcastic to the bone 🗯️. Husband could have big hands and feet 🖐️🦶, totally noticeable. Addictions are a theme too either coffee ☕ or some other guilty pleasure they just can't give up. Total multitaskers 📈, they manage a huge circle of contacts, and their phone hangs from the sheer number of notifications 🔔📱. When it comes to buying stuff, they live by "the bigger, the better" 💵 but weirdly stingy when it’s not food or clothes 😂. They'll happily invest in a brand-new phone every 1.5 years without fail 📱✨.

Aquarius - Your future spouse might love dyeing their hair 🎨 like blue, pink, red, blonde, anything goes. They've probably gone through at least one surgical procedure before 30 🏥, either for health reasons or cosmetic tweaks. Their mind is pure detective mode 🔎, and when they lie, you literally can't tell if it’s the truth or not 🤷‍♀️. Masters at debates and throwing out facts like mini grenades 💣📚. Some might even elope for marriage 💍✈️ or have a destination wedding somewhere wild. They’re into offbeat stuff like comics, gaming, obscure mangas, or books nobody else has heard of 🎮📖. Always supporting indie artists and filmmakers 🎬🎨. Activism could be in their blood too ✊, standing out from the crowd without even trying. They thrive in night shifts or just get way more alive in the evening 🌙🦉. Open-minded, non-judgy, and smart workers 🧠⚡. They usually have one slightly "off" facial feature like one eye bigger than the other 👁️👁️OR a small nose bump 👃OR a lip mismatch 💋 but weirdly, it makes them unusually attractive, like beautiful but you can’t quite put your finger on why. Totally magnetic 🛸✨.

Pisces - Your future spouse might have super smooth skin that literally glows under the light and large dreamy eyes 🌊👀. They love activities like swimming, hiking, camping off-grid, or fishing, anything that gets them close to water or nature 🏕️🎣. Their moods are intense: if they’re sad, they sulk 🌧️; if they’re happy, they’re floating on cloud nine ☁️💖. They have a tendency to abandon things halfway 🏃‍♂️💨 switching paths when you least expect it. Sleep issues are common here 🌙💤. In early life, they might have struggled with drinking 🍷 or been under medicinal treatments 💊. Spiritually wired 🔮, but even normal conversations can sometimes feel like a personal attack to them 🥲. They get attached easily and letting go is a whole drama 💔. They love bragging about their life with you to friends and family 📢🥰 like you’re the center of their fairy-tale dream 🏡, white picket fence, two kids, the whole fantasy. When life gets heavy, you’ll find them crying under the sheets or in the shower quietly 💧🚿. Super into arts, DIYs, crafts 🎨🛠️ a true homebody until you drag them out, then boom, their wild adventurous side comes alive 🌍🔥.

Part 2 of this post will be about planets in 7th house for more info on spouse appearance and traits!

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[comicaurora]

How do you manage to motivate yourself when you're feeling tired or depressed?

Usually I try to give myself time to rest until those feelings lessen, since they're generally symptomatic of having pushed too hard, but on occasions where tiredness seems to be getting a little too cozy with depression, there's a few things I do.

I've observed in myself a habit of sort of… waiting in a holding pattern for something to push me into action. "Something" isn't defined clearly, but it becomes a real problem on depressed or low-executive-function days. This might just BE what low executive function feels like, tbh; like there's some invisible trigger and I can't Do The Thing until something trips it. When I notice I'm stuck in a holding pattern, I have a few tricks to snap myself out of it:

Flip a coin. Heads I get up and Do The Thing, tails I don't. The simple act of challenging myself is enough to motivate me sometimes, regardless of the outcome, but sometimes this makes me realize that I am legitimately tired, so I stay put and recharge a little until I want to flip for it again.

Set a five- or ten-minute timer and do whatever I need to do until the timer runs out. An artificial deadline can bypass the holding pattern. Sometimes this gives me momentum, and when the timer runs out I keep going. Sometimes this does NOT build momentum, and I crash after the timer runs out - but I crash with five more minutes of progress done. Any progress is better than no progress.

Assume Direct Control. This one only works sometimes, but sometimes it's as simple as breaking down a list of individual units of tangible progress - Get Off Of Bed, Put On Pants, Plug In Tablet, Etc Etc - and just grab the manual controls in my brain and make myself do each thing in turn. Sometimes I'll assume direct control to make myself take a Stupid Mental Health Walk, which has thus far worked every time to improve my mood and energy even though when I am in a Low Mood the last thing I want to do is subject myself to the mortifying ordeal of wearing pants and dealing with people.

I also find that sometimes it's helpful to pull the thread of what you're waiting for. Sometimes I'll realize I've locked myself into a weird paralysis because I've accidentally made something a prerequisite for other tasks. For example, I might realize I'm feeling weirdly frozen and uncomfortable because I haven't taken out the trash, and I've told myself I can't do X Y and Z until the trash is taken out, but I don't want to take out the trash, so I've locked X Y and Z behind Unpleasant Task in a subconscious attempt to motivate myself to Do The Task but instead I've just dramatically reduced the number of things I feel I can do. Often just noticing this pattern is enough to break out of it.

I also find that sometimes the invisible trigger I'm waiting for is just waiting to want to do something. That is unfortunately a trap. There are many things you can enjoy or benefit from without wanting to do them beforehand, because the thought of it is unpleasant or scary or anxiety-inducing or otherwise loaded down with what-ifs and caveats. I will never WANT to have a doctor's appointment, but I feel very good AFTER arranging and going to one. I very rarely WANT to exercise, but after the fact I feel very rewarded and more confident in my abilities. I've only WANTED to go on like a third of the walks I've taken this year, but every single one of them has been pleasant and beneficial to my mental health. Sometimes you just gotta say "I don't WANT to do it, but I'll be glad I did it" and manually pilot yourself into Doing It.

[wonyscafe]

composite/synastry chart obs

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☆ I've noticed how having a partners mercury in the 12th house synastry can cause many struggles with communication... there are many things that are being hidden and it might come up in arguments which can lead to miscommunications

★ having a libra ascendant in a composite chart makes the two people very visually pleasing together- like people will go "oh that's such a pretty couple" for example, you match each others visuals very well

☆ moon in partners 6th house synastry literally SCREAMSSSS acts of service as love language, also the moon person just feels alot more balanced when they are in the presence of the house person, the house person can calm the moon person down just by being there

↳ ^^this also applies to having a virgo moon in the composite chart btw!!

★ when the moon or venus is in the first house in a composite, the two people are literally so affectionate in public- not necessarily pda but like also just being with each other alot, people can definitely tell you two are friends or lovers just by seeing the two of you together

☆ I've noticed that if your sun squares your friends sun, you two might have hated each others guts at first but now you cannot live without each other 😭 i've seen this happen so many times it even happened to me waaaaay too many times

★ I think it only makes sense that couples who have a second house stellium in composite are financially very stable- they're a rich couple or they look like a rich couple

☆ having chiron in partners 12th house in synastry is also something i'd like to talk about. the house person can help the chiron person grow, not only emotionally but also spiritually, the house person is a great source of healing energy for the chiron person. it's a very karmic connection between the two people, but mostly in a positive sense

★ a composite chart with a libra stellium indicates balance, in other words, harmony is very crucial ib this relationship. it might be something that both partners strongly desire

☆ when venus conjuncts moon in the composite chart, the couple will have lots of adoration towards each other. The (emotional) wellbeing of the partner is taken very much into consideration, and one partner will try to make the other partner feel better by giving them alot of love and vice versa 🤍

★ a first house stellium in the composite chart can indicate being the "it-couple", this couple attracts lots and lots of attention

☆ it is very important to watch out with 8th house overlays in synastry charts. if your partners planets (especially moon!!!!) are in your 8th house, you will have to be careful with obsession. being too obsessed with your partner can cause some problems

★ y'all 11th house overlays in synastry or an 11th house stellium in composite is such a slowburn indicatorrr 😭 i don't know why but i've seen this pattern soooo oftennnn

☆ mercury trine venus in synastry couples have such smooth conversations, they're very vocal and open about their wants and needs in a relationship. moon trine mercury is also very vocal about their emotions with each other. there's lots of empathy

★ also second house overlay couples can show lots of PDA for some reason... especially by kissing each other 😨

↳ a/n : I'M BACKKKK!!!!! <3 ngl life has been pretty wild recently 😅 thank you all for always being so patient with me ♡ I hope you guys enjoyed this post, I wrote down so much when I was travelling!!! synastry chart or composite chart observations are pretty difficult for me because it takes more time to find a couple and then analyse their charts (because I don't fw many couples </3) so this has taken some time and effort, so I thank you for being so patient 🫂 𖹭

[saintshadow]

Astrology Observations pt. I

6th house synastry / mom or child being a Virgo somewhere in the personal planets & the way it is a frequent pattern of emotionally incestuous dynamics or some form of emotional grooming is involved with the mother. Whether it be Conscious or unconscious. Mother's either suffer from Narcissism, BPD, or have some form of substantial trauma and utilize the child like a crutch unintentionally. Ofc this won't apply to everyone but...it's a pretty substantial pattern I've noticed

Jupiter conjunct mercury & Pisces / Sag Mercury people will literally talk just to talk, yappers fr. Also can be a bit stubborn sometimes about what they believe in, very much the type of person who can be very defensive of their beliefs at times. Alice in wonderland vibes LOL.

Taurus usually holds longer grudges than Scorpio, I've noted it's often because Taurus tend to have a more entitled attitude.

Moon - square/conj Uranus people 🤝 constant anxiety

On a another note 🪄���

Mercury in the 6th house natives are instant manifestors same goes for mercury in Virgo

I've noticed it with Pisces and sag mercury too

Very powerful words very powerful minds

People with mercury in 6th house I've noticed have an uncanny ability to alter their environment off the strength of their thoughts and words it's like they just constantly spark their thoughts into reality and have the capability to intuitively know what needs to be done in order to follow through on their desires and manifestations

The definition of sitting pretty & waiting for their manifestations to blossom in their favor

On the other hand

Gemini is underrated in its ability to really understand & empathize w/ others

People are so used to the stigma of Gemini being very two faced and disloyal but mature Geminis are some of the most loyal people you'll meet

That applies to any air sign

If they truly fuck with you you're locked in

I think the biggest issue with Gemini is that they tend to feel trapped in social obligation & struggle with people pleasing so they end up basically doing really passive manipulative shit to disengage themselves from situations but also can't help but stir the pot

HOWEVER, let's be honest 😭 Gemini usually stirs the pot when it's some shit that's questionable occuring that really should be acknowledged and reflected upon

I've noticed a lot of mature Geminis also just genuinely do NOT like people and don't want to be around them they really enjoy their solitude & peace 🤷🏻‍♀️

[bluecrocss]

Yes. You are racist. (Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one)

So approximately half a year since the premier of the Disney+ Percy Jackson show, and almost two years since the announcement of the Trio's casting, I would like to take this moment to look back at the insane, racist and anti-black backlash that was launched at Leah Sava Jeffries and a few other cast members from the PJO fandom.

I'm not concerned with the trolls who are openly racist, who resorted to racist slurs and outright threats, everyone agrees that they "took it too far". I want to talk about the rest of you, the "I'm not racist, but.." people, the "What's wrong with wanting book accuracy?" people. Just to let you know, for the unasked question... yes, yes you are.

I've noticed the Percy Jackson fandom has been lording some weird superiority complex over a certain *unnamed* fandom that has fallen out of grace due to their recently outed bigot of an author. But honestly, y'all are not much different. The amount of vitriol and anti-blackness I have seen from this fandom (beyond just bullying a 12 year old girl), y'all don't have a leg to stand on.

Below is a breakdown of the most common arguments I have seen used to justify y'alls absolutely insane bigotry. I am going to explain why none of these justify the amount of anger and vitriol y'all have sent towards Leah, Rick or any of the cast.

I am not here to argue, and this is not a democracy. I am giving you a chance for some self-reflection and to understand that this pattern of violence directed towards POC actors (mostly black women) has never been justified in the name of "book accuracy"/"comic book accuracy"/"ending forced diversity" or whatever other excuses y'all try to make up.

If you still try to justify or argue further for any of these points, I will just block you. I am not coddling you through your racism. If anyone has seen any other dumb arguments floating around that I might've missed, feel free to sound off in the comments.

She's not book accurate:

Neither is Percy, Luke, Grover, Dionysus, Poseidon, and just about every other named character.

Rick already made it clear that physical features were not the priority with casting, rather it was actors that embodied the role. So why are the biggest complaints about Annabeth and Zeus? 🤔

What? You're gonna say everyone else got backlash too? I see you trying to obscure the main issue by playing dumb 😉

See my friend, yes, there were one or two comments about how Percy's hair should be black or how Luke is supposed to be blonde, but as soon as Leah was cast, none of those actors got any significant backlash. In fact, Walker and Charlie literally have an army of fan girls at their beck and call, calling them the perfect Percy and Luke, despite neither being "Book accurate". But then again, have we not observed the pattern of White boy of the month vs WOC to hate for the year? (Yes, I know Charlie isn't white. Further adds to the irony, doesn't it).

Why include character descriptions if you won't stay true to them, you cry? Well, my dear sweet moron, see, books and TV are two different mediums. Because in literature, you can't *Literally* SEE the characters, the author has to add descriptions to paint a picture in your mind, in TV... that's not an issue. So unless the character's appearance is necessary to the plot (like Luke's scar, or Nico being Italian) the show runners can actually focus on more important things.. Like ACTING and PERSONALITY.

2. It's just not how I imagined her:

News flash, babe! ANNABETH ISN'T REAL. None of these character are. They are concepts that originated from the brain of Mr. Rick Riordan. It doesn't matter how YOU imagined her. There are millions of people who read these books that imagined her several different ways. When the creator of the character watched Leah's audition and said, 'Yes! She embodies the character I created!", your imagined version of Annabeth ceased to matter. And guess what? The books still exist... they have not been burned. Your version of Annabeth has not disappeared. Go read the books.

3. Zeus can't be black/Gods have to be Greek/*Insert Character* can't be black:

Y'all did not read the books, I swear. You have to be fake fans looking to troll atp.

The gods move based off the center of western civilization. They change their forms/environment to reflect the culture they are occupying (they did it with Rome, now they're doing it with America). The gods change forms all the time. How we see them is not their true form as a mortal would disintegrate if they were to see their true form.

America is a cultural melting pot (specifically NY where Mount Olympus is now based). If the god's choose forms that reflect the current society they inhabit, they could literally be any race (keep in mind NYC is only 33% white).

All of this is literally SPELLED OUT in the Lightning Thief.

Furthermore, if you're going to push the ethnically Greek thing... Poseidon is British with a British accent and Hermes is Latino. The only ethnically Greek actor is Dionysus (who still doesn't look book accurate). Y'all are sounding like some white supremacists because do you forget that race is a social construct?

Before the advent of the transatlantic slave trade, I can promise you that the Greeks and the Anglo-Saxons did NOT view themselves as the same people. Why are y'all not taking issue with Poseidon's actor then?

Also, Percy Jackson has canonically had a slew of explicitly black demigods since the second book (including Harriet Tubman, which I have mixed feelings about ���), so I genuinely have no idea where some of y'all are going with this point.

4. She was our smart blonde representation:

Don't pmo. I swear to God!

White, blonde women have NEVER been excluded from Hollywood. Representation is not something you lacked. The dumb blonde stereotype was a simple branch off of a larger misogynistic "dumb woman" stereotype. It has not truly been relevant since the mid 2000s outside of childish jokes.

This iteration of Percy Jackson will probably not go beyond the first 5 books, based off pacing and the age of the actors. So here's a fun game: 5 bucks to the first person who can find me a quote in the first 5 Percy Jackson books, where Annabeth laments her insecurities about being blonde (hint: there aren't any).

Also, her blonde hair does not hold her back at Camp because she is head of the Athena Cabin who are highly respected (and guess what?), ARE ALL BLONDE!

Her insecurities about her hair color are two or three lines at most in the later books, not this fundamental, core part of her character y'all all of a sudden wanna pretend it was. And guess what, as a non-blonde black girl, I was able to read those scenes of Annabeth feeling undervalued because of her looks and relate to her even if she didn't look like me at the time.

Why all of a sudden can y'all not do that with a black Annabeth? By every metric black girls are undervalued for their intelligence in academia more than white girls are, regardless of hair color. So your little representation of a woman undervalued by her looks would still hold. Do y'all dehumanize black women so much, that you are incapable of empathizing with show!Annabeth's plight in the way I could with Book!Annabeth simply because she doesn't look exactly like you?

Your issue isn't that she isn't blonde, it's that she is NOT WHITE.

Furthermore, Becky Riordan had tweeted previously (before the show was even cast) that Annabeth never needed to be blonde (probably recalling the BS y'all put Alexandra Daddario through), so even if they cast a white Annabeth, the blonde hair was never a guarantee. the author and producers all agree that it was not a significant part of her character. It's been a non-issue since day one.

Also, stop acting like smart blondes are rare in media... If you don't go watch some Legally blonde, Iron Man (Pepper Potts), Zack and Cody (Maddie), Liv and Maddie, FMAB (Winry), Captain Marvel, She-Ra, Buffy, The boys (starlight) etc. etc., and go sit down somewhere 🙄🙄🙄 (those were literally all things I've watched recently, off the top of my head, btw 💀)

5. It's not about race, but...:

Yes it is. It was always bout race. No other actors got as much hate as Leah. Her grandmother and other family members on IG had to mute their comments because they were getting so many threats.

Alexandra Daddario had to come to her defense on Twitter. Rick had to put out an official statement on his website. This girl has endured years of psychological torment for simply having the best audition. No one else is book accurate, no one else is ethnically Greek (except Jason Mantzoukas). Walker literally has British and German ancestry.

Why was she being called racial slurs on reddit and in youtube comments?

I know what you're gonna say, "I actually had problems with the entire cast", "I actually had a bigger issue with Walker's hair color", blah blah blah. Then why aren't you in Walker's comment sections? Why are you only making your displeasure known on posts defending/advocating for Leah? Why is she always your first example of 'wrong casting"?

Well, she "looks the most different"... Look up the term "scapegoating".

"Oh, I don't agree with the harassment. I just don't like the casting." Guess what? She's already been cast. They are not going to uncast her. What do you get out of still complaining about it.

All the vitriol you're stirring about her when you complain about her on Social media, it is directing people to send her hate, even if you're not writing it directly. It's is not enough to "not agree" with the racism, it is your duty to actively prevent it. And btw, these are young gen z actors, they are active on social media. They see the edits of themselves (even comment on it) and they most likely see these little "harmless" complaints you're posting. Are your upset feelings really worth contributing to the racist dogpile on this poor girl?

6. Why couldn't they atleast give her blonde braids?:

Why should they? Y'all wanted blonde because of the "dumb blonde" trope... that doesn't apply to POC.

A blonde black girl is gonna be viewed the same as a non-blonde black girl (or at worst, someone might decide she's "ratchet" or some shit for wearing colored hair). What difference would it make?

Why shouldn't Walker dye his hair, then?

7. Annabeth has Gray eyes:

Less than 3% of the global population has "gray eyes". Even if they cast a white actor, they would've needed contacts. Her being black is not the reason Annabeth's eyes aren't gray. Simply put, it is a plot element they removed, like the whole "names have power" element, or Ares having flames for eyes, or Dionysus using his powers to grow strawberries at Camp.

That's how adaptations work. Unnecessary plot elements are cut to save time and budget. This has nothing to do with her casting. They probably also didn't want to make child actors wear contacts (not a new practice).

8. Even if Rick chose her, he was wrong/Disney is forcing him to be okay with it:

Where do I start? Rick created the character. He can't be wrong. Do y'all have no self-awareness? Death of the author has no place here, because y'all are hung up on an aspect of the character that is not relevant to her arc or development.

Y'all's justification for wanting a "book accurate" Annabeth is that she was such an inspirational and important character growing up, and yet your behavior is so in conflict with the character you claim means so much to you. You're narrow minded, dismissive of bigotry and injustice, and disrespectful to the wishes of the creator of your favorite character; everything that Annabeth would never be. Y'all were never genuine fans of the books. You're bigots that needed an outlet for your rage.

Keep in mind, Rick has said countless times that PercaBeth directly mirrors his relationship with his wife. Y'all think he would have allowed them to cast someone who doesn't live up to the woman who has been by his side for decades? The mother of his children?

Regarding Disney forcing him, show me one piece of direct evidence that proves Disney in anyway pressured Rick to cast her. Cuz if you can't, that's baseless speculation. And if you have to resort to baseless speculation, maybe try to examine why it's so important to you to hold on to this belief.

9. So, I'm racist because I hate "race swapping"?:

To start, there is a difference between "race swapping" and "color blind casting". Often times, when y'all complain about the former, you're actually mad about the latter.

It would be "race swapping" if Rick and the team decided ahead of time that they wanted a black Annabeth and ONLY allowed black actors to audition. But the actual reality was that they accepted auditions from everyone (there were white actors and non-black poc that also auditioned for the role) and chose the best person who embodied the role. They didn't "make Annabeth black" and they didn't "make Zeus black", they cast black actors for those roles.

Y'all think you're being slick with your wording. Dismissing that is implying that they did not earn their roles fair and square. Which is racist. It's the equivalent of going up to a black college student and telling them they only got in because of affirmative action. You're dismissing the achievements of a person solely because of their racial background.

For all you people complaining about "unfairness" and "forced diversity", I would think hiring based on merit would appeal to you 🤔

71% of theatrical Hollywood leads were white in 2024 in comparison to 29% POC and you still think "black washing" is a thing? You still get this angry over a black person fairly earning a role because you think in a time where Hollywood only knows to do remakes and adaptations, that the majority of lead roles still *have* to be reserved for white actors?

Once again, white people have never been excluded from Hollywood for being white. Representation has never been something you lacked nor is it something you can lose. Your anger comes from seeing a black face where you think they don't belong. Because you feel you are owed a disproportion of representation in Hollywood.

10. Woke agenda/DEI/Forced Diversity:

If you are unironically using any of these terms in a negative light, it's already too late for me to reason with you. Look up the term "dog whistle". If you are sharing the same terminology with Elon Musk and his fanboys, maybe reevaluate some things.

POC are objectively underrepresented and have been historically excluded through actual laws and policies in Hollywood. There is no such thing as "forced diversity", you have bought in to a right wing conspiracy theory.

"Woke" is a term that was intentionally appropriated from the black community. It originally meant being aware of injustice and systematic threats to the community and is now being weaponized by bigots. Good job.

Diversity and inclusion is a good thing.

11. But POC deserve to have their own stories told:

We do. And we have been fighting for it for over a century now, and we've made great strides, no thanks to y'all.

No thanks to y'all gaslighting us about how little representation we get or that representation matters at all. No thanks to y'all pushing the idea that POC can't sell globally and obscuring POC actors in international promos. No thanks to y'all continuing to whitewash even to this day (Bullet train, the beguiled, gods of Egypt, atla, every portrayal of Jesus ever, etc.). No thanks to y'all calling every piece of media that has more than one black lead and more than one queer couple "woke". No thanks to y'all throwing a fit every time a black person in a fantasy setting isn't a slave.

Fact of the matter is, y'all never cared about POC "getting their own stories", you're only parroting our own words back to us now as a politically correct way of saying, "leave white roles alone" lmao

Well fun fact, actors of color getting opportunities to play lead roles and allowing poc to "tell their own stories" are not mutually exclusive. If y'all cared that much, instead of bullying a 12 year old actress, you could actually support up and coming independent POC writers, directors, and studios 😱

12. Studios need to stop "setting up" actors of color:

Do me a favor and google the term DARVO.

Your racism is not the fault of the studios for giving a POC actor a role that they earned. It is not up to the rest of society to tiptoe around racists to avoid their vitriol. It is our responsibility to hold them accountable and protect minorities from unwarranted hate. At most, you can say it's the responsibility of the studios to provide adequate support to POC actors who face this backlash.

At the end of the day, Hollywood only allows very few spots for POC actors (especially WOC), while simultaneously pushing a new white boy every month to put in everything. Putting minorities in these roles that are usually closed to them, usually opens the door to more actors of color than before.

Brandy being cast as Cinderella did a lot to push her into the mainstream (yes, she was already extremely famous in the black community atp), Halle Berry being the first, black, bond girl literally shot her to icon status, and even going as far back to what Anna Mae Wong did for Asian American actresses with her "femme fatale" roles.

At the end of the day, even with the backlash, *some* rep does more good for POC actors than *no* rep. The solution to racist backlash isn't to take away those opportunities, but rather to not be racist??? 🙄

Also, for everyone that claims that "POC race-swapping" is just as bad as "white-washing", despite white washing having a longer history and objectively causing more harm, note how the backlash to white washing never lasts as long as the harassment that POC get.

Like, no one brings up Scarlett Johansson's ghost in the shell role anymore, but you can best believe Candace Patton is still fending off racist trolls. As much as people hated the atla movie, people moved on quick from Nicola Peltz playing Katara since she was just a kid that accepted the role (re: daddy bought her the role), but y'all would not have any of that consideration for Leah Sava Jeffries.

But I digress...

13. What if we made Tiana white? Wakanda white? Hazel white...:

Ah, my favorite inane point. I was so excited to get here :)

See, I could start out by pointing out how "White washing" and casting a POC actor as a traditionally white character are not equivalent.

I could point out the history of hollywood ACTIVELY excluding POC actors and POC stories. I could point out how grossly over represented white people are in hollywood. I could point out that POC characters are so few in comparison that whitewashing them causes actual harm, where white people have never lacked rep.

I could point out how, because poc characters and stories are so often tokenized that their racial/cultural background is often directly tied to their character's identity, in opposition to a lot of white characters, since hollywood treats white as the "Default".

See, I could make all those points, but the thing is, the people who make this argument already know all that. They are trying to waste time by drawing me into a pointless circular argument that will sum up to "fair is fair", while ignoring all the context and nuance I previously provided.

So you know what? Forget it. Let me play your game.

I am actually fine with a white Tiana. Would it make sense, for her and her family to experience Jim Crow era racism, in the south while white? No. But we can look past it. Disney was never known for historical accuracy anyway 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, in exchange, the live action frozen will have a black Elsa and Anna, live action Rapunzel will be black, live action Merida will be black, we're re-filming Cinderella and Beauty and the beast to cast a black belle and Cindy, snow white will need to be recast as black, and we also get aurora whenever the live action sleeping beauty is announced. But then y'all can keep Tiana, deal?

You want a white T'Challa? Fine! (I'm partial to Ryan gosling), in the meantime, we'll be recasting Iron man, Captain America (Steve version), Bruce banner, Thor, Loki, hawk eye, black widow, ant man, captain marvel, Bucky, Peter Parker etc. All the avengers and their side characters, then y'all can have Sam Wilson, war machine and the whole of Wakanda (will it make sense that a sole, hidden, African nation is randomly made up of white people? Who cares? We get the avengers!).

You want white Hazel? You got her! I hope you have no problem with us taking Percy, Nico, Will, Poseidon, Jason, calypso, Rachel, Tyson, Silena, the stoll brothers, Sally Jackson, Hades, Hepheastus, ares, etc. But y'all can have Hazel and Beckendorf.

If we're gonna do this, let's commit all the way. Fair is fair, after all.

14. Leah isn't as "pretty" as Book Annabeth/Movie Annabeth:

I wish I could say this wasn't a genuine point I had read, but when all else fails, they will always go for a woman's appearance.

Now first of all, as a rule, I will never hold black women to white beauty standards. Our hair will never be long and silky enough, our nose will never be narrow enough, our skin will never be fair enough and our eyes will never be light enough (Might I recommend Toni Morrison, when you get the chance?). But Leah is unfairly gorgeous idc what any of you say, and you're not gonna have me use my defense of Leah as an opportunity to bash Alexandra either because she is also beautiful. These two queens slayed to the best of their abilities within this toxic ass fandom.

I find it funny, however, that so many of you harped on the "blonde" issue because you thought it was important that Annabeth be seen beyond just her looks, but quickly devolve to bashing an actress's looks when it comes to why she's not right for this role 🤔

I would also like to sincerely apologize that the 13 year old girl they cast in the show, wasn't as sexually attractive to you as the 24 year old woman they cast in the movie and sexualized through like 25% of her screen time (I'm actually not sorry. You're very weird if this is an actual point for you).

15. I don't agree with sending hate to the actor, but she's just not right for the role:

Once again, what are you doing by complaining about her casting on no other basis than her race?

The creator of the character said she embodied the role. She has already been cast, and Disney would be in a legal/production hell to recast her atp. Just because you're not directly leaving comments on her social media doesn't mean you're not part of the hate mob.

No matter how you look at it, your issues with her casting come from a very entitled and narrow-minded place. When you join in on these dialogues you are bolstering a sentiment that pushes more people to harass this teenage girl. When you leave these "harmless" complaints, on show content, fan posts or posts defending her, she's liable to read them because the cast regularly interact with fans online.

What do you have to say that is so important that it trumps protecting a young girl from the long-staying trauma of racism, of being told she doesn't deserve something she worked for because of how she was born?

16. I can't even criticize the show without being called racist:

Get. Over. Yourself.

Y'all are not the victim. Have fans of the show gotten protective of Leah and the young cast? Yes.

With good reason. This fandom is unbearably toxic.

Racism outweighs your need for a "perfect adaptation", sorry.

If you explain yourself properly and keep your critiques fair (like, even I don't think this was a perfect season, and will be sharing my thoughts shortly), no one is gonna call you racist.

You're preempting with that because in all honesty, you're probably planning to use your "critiques" of the show to pivot to one of the many points that I just outlined, and you want to pre-empt the criticism.

If a black Annabeth is the end all be all for you, just don't watch the show, no one's holding a gun to your head. Geez.

17. I'm Black/POC and I don't agree...:

Hey, Candace Owens... No one gives a shit.

First of all, for all the "I'm POC and I don't agree" people, you don't speak for us. Anti-blackness is rampant in just about every culture globally. You being not-white doesn't somehow make you less prone to hating black people.

But for the "I'm black and I don't agree" leftovers (assuming you're not just a 👩🏼‍💻 behind a keyboard). Black people are not a monolith. You're not obligated to think a certain way because you're black.

But consider why you're putting yourself up as a barrier to protect this hate mob. It's one thing to just state why you don't like Leah's casting, but to start off your spiel with "I'm actually black" as a way to weaponize the very identity politics you're critiquing... very strange. Not to mention, what are you defending?

The black community is coming together to defend one of our own, a kid who has been receiving death threats since she was 12, and this is when you feel the need to back the opposition?

I mean whatever... sometimes the house slaves would snitch to the master. There will always be some of y'all in the woodwork. It is what it is.

But when the exact ideology you defend is turned against you, when a Baltimore elected official is being accused of getting his job through "DEI", when conservatives are claiming that they wouldn't "trust a black pilot", don't decide that's where you'll finally draw your line in the sand.

All that being said, This is my Annabeth:

May every tongue that rose against Leah Sava Jeffries Shrivel and die in 2025 🙏🏿 My girl will keep winning ❤️

(video by @/waleahhasmyheart on TikTok)

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Solar return observations- Part 3

(the artist is @eb_hua on twitter)

Saturn in 10th is a frustrating placement (my mom had it last year and basically with this you feel financially helpless, you keep on trying and trying but nothing works, but the good thing is that 2-3 months before your next birthday, you're gonna hit the jackpot, so don't worry too much) (my sister also has it this year)

I have noticed that in every solar return chart that I've looked at, the chiron was in conjunction with the north node and it has happened way too many times for me to call it a coincidence. (do you have it as well, let me know) (according to my observations, the house that it's in represents the area where you'll experience pain but also by the end of the year, you're gonna be able to deal with the themes of that house in a better way, am I making sense??) just let me know if you have any questions about this placement, I think it's very common

The year in which you have a gemini AC, you will focus a lot on building your professional network, a lot of communication, short distance travel and improving your relationship with your siblings, if you have any. (my sister has it this year and her master's will end on 29th April, she has applied to many places for a job)

Mars in 12th indicates a low libido, a very exhausting year in general, if you also have sun in 1st then... It can be pretty bad (it's like you KNOW that you need to stop procrastinating, but you really can't help it, so you look calm on the outside but your brain is like AKDHSGHSKGSKJDJK)

Jupiter in 10th in aries is a REALLY GOOD placement. (you get the courage to go after what you want, especially in terms of career) and if Jupiter is Trine/sextile with saturn, then it's even better

Uranus in 5th can mean having flings with people that are not your usual type.

Aries in 2nd is an impulsive shopping placement (if you have it and you think you need something, you don't) (one of my friends had this last year and he bought a hat for €150...... Yeah. He has saturn in 2nd this year and he's finally facing the consequences of his actions)

I know that saturn in 8th is associated with difficulties in sex and intimacy but there's another side to it (a lot of my friends have had this, and they became really mature about sexual matters, like if they were previously very into the hook up culture then that year they were more cautious and had this "I'm going to have sex with the person who I genuinely like or love" mentality)

This is very shocking but I looked at the solar returns of all the married couples I know and the year in which they got married, NONE OF THEM had a 7th house stellium 💀💀. For men, I didn't notice a pattern, but for women, 90% of them had Venus positively aspecting saturn (mostly, Trine and sextile but 2 had a conjunction)

My favorite solar return placement has to be mercury conjunct Jupiter, if its happening in capricorn or virgo, then you're really precise and direct with your words, a very leader type aura for that year. If it's in libra, then good for flirting and talking to your crush, there's a high chance they'll fall for your charms. If it's in pisces, then it's your sign to start a cult.

(all pictures are taken from Pinterest)

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i think i like your girlfriend!

satoru x reader x utahime

in which utahime thinks she likes satoru’s girlfriend… and the feeling’s mutual

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wc: 10.3k (it was 11k originally so)

this is just pining and porn. it’s also the first thing i’ve ever written

content: boyfriend!satoru, best friend!utahime, smut!!! fluff, pining, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f! and m! receiving), threesome, choking, unprotected piv sex

18+ please <3

she took my spot in the bed, the space in your head that i used to

it starts with a laugh. not just any laugh. it's the kind that makes the air feel lighter, a sound that lingers long after the moment has passed. a laugh you've loved for what feels like forever. satoru's laugh, directed at one of utahime's sharp jabs, catches your attention across the training field.

you observe your boyfriend and your friend from your seat under a tree. your students are taking a break from sparring, their chatter blending into the background like gentle white noise. the sun is unrelenting, casting everything in a golden haze. he looks so effortlessly beautiful, but so does she.

it's not something you mean to dwell on. satoru is always laughing, always flirting, always basking in the attention of anyone willing to play along with him. utahime doesn't just play along. she challenges him, meeting his energy with a rare poise that keeps him on his toes. you love their back and forth. you love that he's met his match in her quiet defiance. you've always loved it.

and yet.

there's something about the way she holds herself, how her voice cuts through the air like a blade but never feels harsh. her confidence isn't loud because it doesn't need to be. she's magnetic. that's all it is. she's magnetic, and you're caught in her pull.

but even as you rationalize it, you can't ignore the ache in your chest — a whisper of something you're not ready to name. your gaze lingers on the sharp line of her jaw, the curve of her lips. you wonder what it would be like to get close to her, closer than you've been.

you don't even notice you've been staring until satoru turns his head toward you. you can't see his eyes, but you know him well enough. he looks like he caught you doing something bad (and maybe he did). panic flares in your chest, and you scramble to school your expression into something neutral. he holds your gaze for a moment longer than necessary before sending you a smirk so stupidly him that you want to melt.

he's annoying. and you love him. but even as you roll your eyes and shift your attention back to your students, you feel the weight of utahime's presence pulling you in.

+++

"you're quiet tonight," satoru hums. his voice carries that infuriatingly naughty edge. his arm slips around your waist as he pulls you close, pressing soft kisses to your cheek.

"just tired," you say, your voice barely there. it's not entirely untrue. the weight of your shifting emotions is exhausting.

his lips pause against your temple, and his voice drops to that conspiratorial tone he reserves for you. "it's her, isn't it?"

you tense in his arms, turning just enough to meet his stare. his expression is gentle, curious, not accusatory. you can't hide anything from him.

"you've always liked girls," he continues, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "you've always been awful at hiding it. besides, the two of you have been joined at the hip since high school."

"okay," you admit with a harsh exhale. "maybe. but it's not like i've thought about her that way before. or anyone that way since we've been together."

he laughs, and the sound soothes you. "you know i'd support you, right? whatever happens. just want you to be happy." his fingers trace delicate patterns on your hip. "you should talk to her, if that's what you want."

his words settle over you like a balm, easing the pressure in your chest. he holds you close, his touch steady and familiar, and something shifts. his hand trails upward, fingers ghosting along your ribs.

"let me get you out of your head, baby," he murmurs against your jaw.

before you can ask what he means, he flips you onto your back in one fluid motion. satoru's grin is wicked as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. his hair falls into his eyes, catching the light filtering through your curtains, and he looks annoyingly perfect.

"you're pretty when you're overthinking," he teases. he leans down to catch your lips in a slow, consuming kiss. the weight of his body against yours makes you feel grounded. satoru has always been your anchor.

but you can't help but push back a little. "you think you're irresistible, don't you?" you ask him, words muffled against his lips.

he pulls back just enough to grin down at you, the devilish glimmer in his eyes making your heart squeeze. "i'm irresistible, but so is she, huh?"

"satoru—" you start, your voice caught between a protest and a plea. he silences you with another kiss, more profound this time.

"say my name like that again," he teases, lips brushing yours. he presses a series of open-mouthed kisses under your jaw.

"you're so full of yourself," you manage.

he smirks when you shiver at his teeth on your skin. "only when you're around to humble me."

he moves away unexpectedly, and you frown. you watch as he props himself against the headboard. you move to straddle him, but he turns you around instead, pulling your back against his chest.

your breath catches when he pushes your hair to the side. his lips find the back of your neck, and one hand wraps around your torso while the other slides up your inner thigh.

he traces slow circles over your panties, grinning against your neck as your hips rise to meet his touch. his free hand presses down on your waist. his name falls from your lips, and his grip tightens. "stay still for me. wanna make you feel good."

you whimper in response, and he lets his hand slip beneath your underwear to find you already desperate for him.

"needed me this bad, baby?" he asks, spreading your slick over your folds. you nod softly, eyes closed. "need an answer." his fingers pause, drawing out a needy whine from you.

"yes, satoru."

he starts to circle your clit torturously slow until you become impatient, arching your back and reaching backward to run your fingers through his hair.

"tell me what you want, princess."

"please put your fingers inside me, 'toru."

"since you asked so nicely," he purrs.

he presses against your entrance a bit, then slides one finger inside you, drawing out a soft moan. "satoru," you whine. and fuck, he thinks that sound would put anyone's favorite song to shame.

"feel good?" he asks, and you nod at him. he curls his finger and starts a rhythm, the wet sounds filling the room as his other hand finds your breast.

"more, please," you breathe.

he chuckles. "anything for you, baby." a second finger joins the first, his thrusts deeper now. his kisses trail your neck as his breathing grows heavy against your ear.

you moan, starting to push back against the hand that's holding your hip down. "it's so good," you tell him, breathless and needy.

he groans, grip tightening enough to bruise. you're dripping, your body is hot to the touch, and you have the prettiest look on your face. he's enamored by you.

"gonna cum for me?" he asks. you already know what he wants.

"please, 'toru, please. wanna cum for you, please—" you're close, trembling as you fight to stay still for him.

"do it, baby. cum for me."

you break with a sob, hips fighting against his grip as bliss overwhelms you, his name falling from your lips repeatedly while he kisses the side of your face. he doesn't stop, not through your orgasm, not even as you collapse against him, panting and whining.

only when you're spent does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to your lips. "open, princess," he commands softly, watching you.

you do as you're told. he pushes his fingers past your lips, sighing contentedly as you clean them up for him.

"you're so fucking sexy," he whispers with a small laugh, kissing your shoulder. the smile you flash around his fingers makes him wish he could take a picture.

he guides you onto your back, finding your lips again with gentle kisses. you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close.

he can't help but marvel at how flawless you are, how blessed he feels. he knows you feel guilty, but he can't find it in himself to be jealous, not when it's utahime.

truthfully, he might have seen this coming before you did. you three, with yuki, have been inseparable since your teenage years, finding your way in the jujutsu world together.

you and utahime are different, of course. you're loud and reckless where she's reserved. but something about her complexity reminds him of you. he holds you to his chest and hums contentedly.

"thank you," you breathe, and he grins, meeting your eyes.

"what for, baby?"

"for understanding. i was worried you wouldn't, and i—" he cuts you off with a quick kiss.

"you're thinking too much again."

you pout. "i know. can't help it."

"well, try," he smirks, getting up. you feel your eyelids getting heavy, and you're nearly asleep when he returns with a warm washcloth. he gently cleans between your thighs, and you feel shy despite this having been routine for the two of you for years.

"you've been overthinking all day," he says quietly, brushing hair from your face. "you don't have to do this alone."

"huh?"

"i can help you tell her," he offers, knowing you want to handle it yourself but unable to stop himself from trying to support you.

you blush. "you're ridiculous," you mumble, but it's as close to agreement as he'll get.

as you fall asleep, satoru's warmth makes you brave. your thoughts of utahime still make you shiver, but it's not just nerves anymore. satoru kisses your temple as he holds you closer. "get some sleep, baby."

i'm not gonna pretend, think i like your girlfriend

it's sunday afternoon, nearly a week later, and you feel somewhat back to normal. your shared apartment with satoru is alive with chatter, the kind of easy atmosphere that feels like a reward after a week of missions, teaching, and everything in between. satoru is in his element, weaving stories with dramatic gestures, his laughter infectious.

choso sits cross-legged on the floor, drink in hand and watching the antics with a faint smirk. nanami is at the dining table, flipping through mission reports with the occasional eye roll. yuki lounges on the floor by the coffee table, scrolling through her phone with the casual disinterest you've come to associate with her over the years.

utahime is perched on the armrest with her usual pointed expression. every so often, she cuts through satoru's theatrics with a well-timed quip, her wit landing effortlessly. maybe you're tired, or you've had too much to drink, but you find yourself drawn to her. again. the shape of her lips when she puts on her little smirk, or how she sees right through satoru's antics. and yours. when she catches you looking, her lips curve into a knowing smile. your pulse quickens and your laugh falters mid-sound.

"what's so funny?" utahime asks with a raised brow. her tone is light, but the way she's looking at you roots you in place.

"you're more entertaining than him," you blurt out before you can stop yourself. your voice carries the casual tone you were going for, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you.

satoru pouts dramatically, clapping a hand to his chest. "you wound me, princess," he complains with a wild grin, "here i thought i was the star of the evening."

utahime's smile widens, her gaze flicking to him before settling back on you. "maybe next time, gojo."

choso's chuckle draws your attention. you notice his eyes moving between the three of you, assessing quietly. nanami and yuki, absorbed in their activities, seem blissfully unaware of the tension.

you excuse yourself to the kitchen, the need for air pushing you to your feet. the clink of bottles fills the silence as you open the fridge, and you're grateful for a moment alone, but the sound of footsteps pulls your focus. you turn to find utahime leaning against the doorway. the space suddenly feels smaller.

"are we still on for friday night? yuki just confirmed," she asks, her voice softer now, the sharpness from earlier melting into something gentler.

"yeah, it's on my calendar," you reply, carefully setting some beer bottles on the counter. "satoru's dropping me off."

utahime steps closer, reaching behind you for a bottle. her fingers brush against your arm, the touch sending sparks through you. your breath hitches before you can stop it, and you don't know if you want her to back up or come closer.

"girls' night tradition stays sacred," she says. "wine and bad movies. don't forget your pajamas."

you manage a smile, though your voice shakes slightly. "i'll bring my best ones."

her smile lingers, her eyes locking onto yours for a moment that feels too long and not long enough. "good," she says. "wouldn't expect anything less."

when you both return to the living room, satoru is already looking in your direction, that grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. you sit beside him and he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"did i miss anything?" he questions, voice low and teasing. his tone is light, but he looks briefly at utahime, the smile he wears too knowing for your liking.

"don't start," you reply, rolling your eyes with a smile, but he sees through your feigned exasperation.

his laugh sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. he leans closer, lips ghosting against your ear. "for the record," he whispers, "you're the most entertaining one here."

utahime's expression is unreadable, save for the slight upward twitch on her lips. she's so pretty it makes your head hurt.

it's crazy, she just called me baby, i don't know how this ends

it's friday evening, and you're standing outside utahime's apartment with a bottle of wine in hand, wearing your favorite pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved top under your coat. satoru had dropped you off on his way to meet suguru and choso at a bar, looking ridiculously attractive as he teased you.

utahime opens the door almost immediately, her hair loose around her shoulders and a soft sweater hanging off one shoulder. she looks cozy in a way that makes your heart stutter.

"you're early," she smiles, stepping aside to let you in. her apartment smells like lavender, the same way it always has. "yuki bailed," she adds, shutting the door behind you. "it'll just be us tonight."

your stomach flips, but you can't tell if it's nerves or excitement. "that's fine," you shrug, setting the wine on the counter and pulling off your coat. "more for us."

utahime laughs, grabbing two glasses and filling them. "exactly."

most of the evening feels normal, and you almost forget what you've been so worried about. you sit on the couch with a cheesy movie playing in the background, sipping wine and laughing at the absurdity of it all.

the warmth of the alcohol helps you relax, but after some time, it also enhances your observations. the way her fingers curl around her glass, the delicate curve of her collarbone where her sweater slips slightly. you hadn't expected to feel this way about anyone after you started dating satoru. still, something about her draws you in just as much.

at some point, utahime gets up to grab another bottle of wine, leaving the room briefly. she sits closer to you when she returns, her knee brushing against yours. it's the slightest touch, but the air suddenly feels heavy, charged with something unspoken. you're hyper-aware of the lack of space between you.

"you're quiet tonight," utahime says, her voice gentle but probing.

"just tired," you say automatically, though the words sound hollow.

"is that all?" she presses, tilting her head. her hair falls over one shoulder, and your fingers twitch with the urge to reach out. you think she may as well have the six eyes with the way she sees right through you.

you swallow hard, building up your courage. "no," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "not really."

utahime doesn't say anything at first. she shifts, picking her legs up and sitting on her calves to face you fully. her hand rests lightly on your arm, her touch warm. "you can tell me," she says softly. the words hang in the air, heavy with implication. your heart pounds, and you're sure she can hear it. "i…" you start, but the rest of the sentence doesn't come. instead, you meet her gaze, and something about how she's looking at you makes you move before you can second-guess it.

you lean in, and your lips meet hers in a soft, tentative kiss, testing the waters. you pull back almost immediately, your cheeks warm as you search her face. "was that okay?" you ask, struggling to find your voice.

her eyes soften, and her lips curve into a playful smile. "more than okay," she hums. her hand slides up to cup your cheek, and before you can fully process her words, she leans in and kisses you again. it's more deliberate this time. there's no hesitation. your hands slide into her hair, your lips parting as her tongue brushes against yours. she tastes like wine and everything you haven't let yourself admit wanting.

the kiss grows more heated, the tension between you breaking like a tidal wave. utahime shifts again, this time straddling your lap. her arms wrap around your neck, coming in close, and you lose yourself in the feeling.

her fingers thread through your hair, sighing when your hands find her waist. it feels like something out of a dream, and you half expect to wake up at any moment. but her weight in your lap, the heat of her mouth against yours, is all too real.

her eyes are dark with desire when she pulls back, her lips swollen and wet. the sight makes your heart skip a beat.

you lean in again, unable to resist her pull. you kiss her slowly and deeply, and you can feel her smile against your lips. it drives you crazy. she shivers when your hand slips under her sweater. you're breathing heavier now, and she lets out a sweet whine.

you can feel the heat rising between your bodies, and you get an abrupt thought about where this might lead. the thought thrills and terrifies you. you pull away slightly, and she places her forehead against yours, uneven breaths fanning against your face. utahime looks at you, a question in her eyes. "what about gojo?"

your stomach clenches at the thought of him. he prompted you to explore this, but you can't quell the doubt that burns in your stomach. what if he regrets his choice? you hesitate. you could walk away now and go back to pretending this never happened, but when she looks at you like that, you know there's no going back.

"we talked about it," you say, sounding more sure than you feel. "he encouraged this."

utahime's lips curve into a smile that's both understanding and wicked. "been thinking about this for a while?" she teases. you want to hide your face from her.

without warning, she closes the distance between you again, kissing you more desperately now. her hands slip under your shirt, tugging it up and off.

you dip your head into the crook of her neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin there. she smells so good. a soft moan escapes her lips and you wonder why you didn't do this before.

utahime pulls back and takes off her sweater. the sight of her bare skin makes your heart race. she's perfect and inviting and she's all you can focus on.

you're trailing kisses down the front of her throat, past her collarbones, down between her breasts. you're lost in each other, the world around you forgotten. the only thing that matters is the heat between you, the way she feels in your arms, the pretty sounds she's making just for you.

she swerves her hips, grinding down against you. the friction is enough to make you groan. her hand trails down your stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants. "can we take these off?" she questions, sounding desperate.

you smile at her, savoring this, when you hear your phone buzz on the coffee table.

you glance over and see satoru's face on your screen. "don't answer," utahime pleads, pressing her lips to your neck.

you groan, leaning into her touch. "he's probably on his way to pick me up," you say.

"two minutes," she pleads, her eyes full of mischief. "not done yet."

"two minutes," you agree, your resolve crumbling. you have the brief thought that you were doomed the moment you walked in here.

utahime smirks, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. she leans in, her breath hot against your ear.

"make them count," she murmurs, and your stomach flips. the mischief in her voice reminds you of satoru. it's strange and sexy and you love it.

"i intend to," you say, and then she's kissing you again, her lips hot and demanding. your hands slide down her body, resting on her hips as she grinds into you.

you want her so bad. she kisses like a hurricane, and you're caught in the eye of the storm. her fingers find your hair, and the world narrows to her, her, her.

you're lost in her, in the feel of her skin under your fingertips. and then, all too soon, the buzzing of your phone snaps you out of it. utahime groans, pressing her forehead to yours. "i hate that thing," she mutters, and you laugh softly.

"it's okay," you soothe. "we can pick this up another time."

"i'm gonna hold you to that," she says, and the look in her eyes sends a thrill through you.

you grab your phone and answer, with utahime still on top of you, resting on your shoulder.

"hello?" you say, your voice a little hoarse.

"hey, baby," satoru says, sounding a bit tipsier than he did when he dropped you off. "ready to go?"

"um…" you glance at the beautiful woman in your arms. "yes?"

there's a pause, and that bubbly laughter you love fills the line. "oh my god," he says, sounding like he's been holding it in. "did i interrupt something?"

you blush, smiling at the ceiling and thankful he can't see you. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"uh-huh," he says, unconvinced. "i'll be there in five."

the call ends, and you let out a sigh. it's quiet until you ask, "was that too much?"

utahime smiles at you like you're the sun, and your stomach does a somersault. "no," she says. "that was perfect."

you let out a relieved breath. "good," you say. "i'm glad."

the silence settles over you again, and it's different this time. less tense. you move to get dressed and finish your wine. not long after, you hear satoru honking outside.

"come on," utahime says, grabbing her jacket and keys. "i'll walk you out."

the cold hits you when she opens the building door, and you shiver. you give satoru a little wave from the doorway, but utahime grabs your arm to get your attention. she pulls you into one last kiss, lingering before stepping back. when you both pull back, she looks right at him.

you turn to see satoru looking smug. he gives her a wave and a wink, and she doesn't hesitate to flip him off.

she wants to go slow in your camaro

you climb into the passenger seat, and satoru doesn't waste a second. "sooo," he says, his voice teasing. "how was girls' night?"

your face flushes, and you try not to let him see. "fine," you say, playing innocent.

"uh-huh," he says, not buying it for a second. "tell me everything."

you roll your eyes, but there's no malice behind it. "fine," you concede. you lean back against the seat. "but no interruptions."

"you have my word," he says eagerly.

you take a deep breath and dive in as he drives, telling him everything. and when you're done, he's silent for a moment. then, without warning, he pulls over and throws the car in park.

"what are you doing?" you ask, confused.

he turns to look at you, and something in his face takes your breath away. "i'm really proud of you," he says, his voice mild.

you feel the warmth extending through you at his words. it takes a moment to find your voice. "thanks," you say quietly. you swallow the lump in your throat, squeezing his hand. "i love you," you say, the words feeling heavy with meaning.

"i love you too, beautiful," he says, his smile inviting. he leans over and kisses you slowly. he pulls back and is looking at you with so much love that it sends a shiver up your spine. you're already needy from your schoolgirl make-out session with utahime, and he's not helping.

"satoru," you whine.

"yeah, baby?" he asks, grinning.

"need you."

"i'm all yours." before you can process his words, he's unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over the center console. his lips are on yours in an instant, hungry and demanding.

he unbuckles you, and his hand slips under your shirt. you arch into his touch and let a soft moan escape you. he kisses you like a man possessed, grunting softly and biting down on your bottom lip.

your breath hitches when his fingers brush against the underside of your breast. he smirks, his touch becoming more intentional. his thumb grazes your nipple and you gasp, arching into his touch.

he breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your ear. "there she is," he whispers. "let me hear those pretty noises."

you've never been able to resist him, much less in your current state. his lips trail down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. you grip his shoulders and maneuver yourself to straddle his lap in the driver's seat. his touch is everywhere, lighting up every nerve in your body.

you feel him growing hard against your center, and it's maddening. you grind down hard against him, earning a low groan from him.

"fuck, baby," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips. "so eager for me."

you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair. you rock your hips against him, chasing the delicious friction.

he captures you in another searing kiss, his hand sliding between your bodies and rubbing slow circles against your clit, making your hips buck.

"you ruined your pretty panties, baby," he purrs, his voice low and amused. the fact that you're this wet and it's not just his doing this time turns him on.

"want you so bad, 'toru," you whine, desperate for him now.

he slips his hand inside and pushes two fingers inside you, curling them as he pumps in and out.

"so fucking messy," he huffs, his eyes fixed on yours. he feels you clenching around his fingers. "so nasty. "

you whimper as he pulls his fingers out too soon and sucks them clean, his gaze never leaving yours.

"taste so good," he mumbles, his hands returning to your hips. he pulls you closer, his cock straining against his pants. "gonna let me fuck you, princess?"

but you're already pressing the button to move the seat backward and make room for yourself. "need to taste you first," you say, sinking between his legs.

your hands fumble with his belt. you're both a little desperate now, and his usual finesse is nowhere to be found. he helps you pull down his pants, freeing his cock.

"fuck, princess," he breathes, watching as you press kisses to the head. "always so pretty for me like this."

you swirl your tongue around the head, earning a groan from him. you sink your mouth on his cock, taking him inch by inch. "shit," he hisses, his hips jerking. "feels so good."

you work your way up and down his shaft, savoring the taste of him. his cock pulses in your mouth, and when you look up at him, his eyes are dark with desire.

"you're so perfect," he strains, his grip on the console tightening, knuckles going white.

you suck harder, bobbing your head faster. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but the way his jaw is clenched makes you think he's about to bust down your throat.

"c'mere."

you pull off of him with one last teasing lick. you climb back onto his lap and sink onto him. the stretch of him is addictive, and you can't help the airy moan that escapes your lips.

"look at you," he coos, his hands resting on your hips. "you take me so well, sweetheart."

you rock your hips, his dick buried deep inside you. you feel so full, and the friction is heavenly. "love fucking you like this," he groans, his voice rough. "love watching you ride me."

he studies you intently, loving your faces and the moans that escape you.

"so beautiful," he coos, thrusting his hips to meet yours. "my perfect girl."

you whine, grinding faster. you slide both your hands across the back of his head, one removing his blindfold and the other tugging his hair lightly.

"fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "do that again."

you pull his hair harder, earning a growl from him. he snaps his hips, driving his cock deeper, making you cry out.

you put two fingers in his mouth. the only thought in your head is that he looks so pretty like this. "suck," you order.

he looks up at you, his eyes clouded with lust. he has this lovestruck smile on his face, and you think he looks so fucking sexy with his head tilted back where you're pulling his hair and your fingers between his lips.

he swirls his tongue around your fingers, sucking and licking greedily. you watch, transfixed, as his eyes flutter closed. you feel the vibration of his groan as you push your fingers deeper.

"fuck, 'toru," you whimper, your eyes fixed on his face. "you like that?" he moans around your fingers, eyebrows furrowing, eyes closed, and hips bucking involuntarily. you want him to see what he's doing to you.

"fucking look at me," you breathe, your voice hoarse. his eyes fly open, his gaze locking with yours.

"so pretty like this," you murmur, watching as he writhes beneath you. his eyes are glassy, his cheeks flushed. you rock your hips against him, and he gasps, his tightening grip sure to leave you sore.

"that's it, baby," you encourage, pulling your fingers out of his mouth. "take what you need."

he holds you up slightly and thrusts his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you over and over. you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering closed.

"feels so good, baby," he moans, his breath hot against your ear. "so fucking wet for me."

he reaches up and places one hand around your waist, the other on the back of your neck. he brings you even closer, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you moan into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders. he pulls back to look at you with those devastatingly beautiful eyes.

"i wanna make you cum," he purrs. "can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

your hips jerk, a low whine escaping your lips. you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your orgasm building with every thrust of his hips.

"yes," you breathe, putting your head on his shoulder and grinding down on him again. "oh god, yes."

"there we go," he coos, kissing your forehead and cradling you. "cum for me, baby."

you cry out, your body trembling. he lets you ride it out, singing praises in your ear. when your legs grow weak, his hands slide to your ass to hold you steady. sucking light marks into your neck, he begins to thrust up into you again, drawing out your orgasm.

"love you, 'toru," you whimper, arms wrapped around him now.

he whines, his movements growing erratic. "i love you, i love you," he sighs. his cock twitches inside you, his rhythm stuttering. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm rushes through him and into you.

he relaxes after a few moments, leaning back against the seat and taking you with him. his arms stay locked around you, grip almost possessive.

once he feels your breathing regulate against him, he lets out a little giggle, kissing the top of your head. "fuck, baby," he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face.

you hum in response, burying your face in his neck. it takes a minute for your brain to start functioning correctly again.

"we're parked on the side of the road," you complain, reluctant to move. it's a secluded area, and the windows are deeply tinted, but still.

"let's go home," he concedes, running a hand through your hair.

you sit up and kiss him, adoration clouding your mind. he smiles into you. his eyes are full of adoration when you pull away, and your heart skips a beat.

you move off him and he hands you the roll of paper towels he keeps in his car (for this purpose, you started to suspect early in your relationship, though he never admitted it).

he puts the car in drive and pulls off once you're both ready, immediately reaching to hold your hand and rubbing circles onto it with his thumb.

our girlfriend's got a hell of a stare

the sunday night air in your shared apartment is warm and familiar. everyone else has already filtered out, leaving you, satoru, and utahime.

satoru lounges on the couch, one arm draped over the armrest, his body occupying the entire length. utahime sits cross-legged in the armchair opposite him, holding a glass of wine and studying a stack of paperwork. "so, utahime," he drawls, his voice dripping with mischief, "how was girls' night? i hear it was… eventful."

utahime's lips twitch into a smirk as she raises a brow at you. "eventful? did she tell you that?"

you shoot him a glare from your spot on the floor. "subtle," you mutter, sipping your wine to buy yourself time. but satoru's gaze doesn't waver, and utahime's eyes stay fixed on yours.

satoru laughs, not a care in the world. "she might have mentioned a thing or two," he says, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees.

"satoru," you warn, but utahime only hums, a smile tugging at her lips. she leans back in her seat, her posture relaxed, eyes locked on yours. the room's energy shifts, and you think you may be out of your depth here.

your heart stutters under the weight of her gaze. "you know," satoru begins, drawing out the words, "if we're all going to dance around this, it's going to get boring fast."

"and what are we dancing around, exactly?" she retorts. you love their back and forth, but this is making you restless.

satoru sits up and fixes his eyes on utahime, challenging her. "you and my girlfriend have been looking at each other like a pair of love-struck teenagers all day."

you groan, covering your face with your hands. "oh my god, satoru."

utahime chuckles, and you know she's not about to back down. she holds his gaze, unflinching. she leans back in her chair, the movement slow and deliberate. "he's not wrong," she says simply.

satoru smirks, pleased with himself. his eyes meet yours, and there's pride there. you roll your eyes, unable to fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

"honesty is a good look on you both," he comments.

utahime's suddenly in front of you on the floor, close enough that you can see the light flush coloring her cheeks. she reaches out, her fingers brushing yours, and the simple contact sends a spark through you. her eyes are intense, and she leans in, her lips ghosting over yours. "can i kiss you?" she asks, sounding calm.

you nod, your throat too tight to speak. she cups your cheek, grounding you, and leans in. the kiss is tentative, but the world seems to fall away when your lips meet. you want to lose yourself in her, the taste of wine on her lips, the way her fingers tangle in your hair. she tastes and smells exactly how she did a couple of days ago.

the kiss is gentle, but the desire in the room is palpable. the anticipation has been building since the moment utahime walked in the door. and now, with satoru's gaze burning into you, you feel more exposed than ever.

her lips are flushed and swollen when you pull back slightly. and satoru, the little shit, grins and sips his wine like he's enjoying a show.

"what about him?" utahime whispers, peeking over your shoulder.

you turn to look at satoru, who's watching the two of you with an expression that's equal parts amused and aroused. "what about me?" he asks. "you're doing great."

utahime huffs a soft chuckle, her attention shifting back to you. "your boyfriend is insufferable," she tells you.

you bite back a smile. the situation is absurd, yet you still find yourself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

you lean in, closing the distance again. the kiss is ardent this time. you pull her on top of you, leaning back against the couch. you're reminded of the other night in her apartment when she straddles you.

utahime deepens the kiss, her hands roaming over your body. her touch is electric, lighting up every nerve ending. she trails kisses down your neck, and her hands find their way under your shirt, fingertips ghosting over your skin. you gasp, arching into her touch. satoru lets out a low whistle, the sound making you shiver. the idea of him watching you two makes you dizzy with want.

you reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. you find the bare skin of her waist and lower back with your hands. her lips return to yours, the kiss insistent now.

satoru sighs, his eyes full of desire. "such a pretty picture."

utahime's lips curve into a sinful smile, trailing her tongue along your jawline. "i bet he loves watching," she whispers so that only you can hear. the heat of her voice in your ear makes you keen.

you cup her face with a gentle hand and press your mouth to the side of her neck, kissing her the way you know she likes. you press your lips down her neck, across her collarbone, and down her chest. her breathing is heavy, her sounds becoming needier. you pause at the swell of her breast, glancing up at her.

"keep going," she says, her voice breathy. you shift your weight to lay her back, and satoru, helpful as ever, places a pillow on the ground right before her head can land. you pause to glance at him, and his face is flushed, his eyes dark with desire, but he resumes his place on the couch.

you turn back to utahime, kissing and licking and sucking down her stomach. you can't help but take your time, savoring the feeling of her skin beneath your lips.

when you reach the waistband of her pants, she lifts her hips, allowing you to slide them down her legs. you leave her underwear on, teasing her by kissing the skin just above the band. she lets out a slight whine, her hands gripping the pillow.

"more," she breathes, her hips bucking. you comply, slipping a finger underneath the fabric and tugging it down.

your heart is pounding, and the air is thick with anticipation. the sight of her spread out in front of you is hot. you kiss her inner thigh, and the skin is warm and soft. she inhales sharply.

you look up, and she looks ruined, her eyes dark and her lids heavy. she's watching you with bated breath and swollen lips.

you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her center. she gasps, her hips bucking. you swirl your tongue, earning a moan from her. the sound sends a shiver through you, and you continue to lap and suck at her.

you reach up and tease a nipple between your fingers, making her arch into the touch. you can't help but think that you just want to give her what she wants. you move a hand down and let your fingers slide between her folds. she lets out another strangled moan, her hips rocking.

you hear a low groan from the couch and glance over to see satoru with a hand in his pants, his eyes fixed on the two of you. he gives you a wink and a debauched grin, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

you turn back to utahime, pushing a finger into her slowly. she gasps, head thrown back, hands fisting the pillow. "so beautiful," you breathe out.

"more, please, fuck," she pants, her voice strained. you comply, adding another finger and picking up the pace. she lets out a long moan, her hips bucking against your hand. you're lost in her. you lean down, licking and sucking at her clit. you can't get enough.

you let out a groan and focus on keeping your movements steady. her hips jerk against your mouth. "so good, fuck, so good," she chants.

"fuck, princess," you hear satoru breathe from the couch, his voice thick with desire. the sound makes you clench around nothing. "so fucking sexy," he murmurs, his fingers wrapped tight around his cock.

you curl your fingers, hitting the spot that makes her writhe beneath you. her moans are loud and unrestrained, and the sounds she's making are enough to drive you wild. you look up, locking eyes with utahime, mouth still on her. her eyes are glazed, her lips are parted.

you love the way her walls flex around your fingers. she's close. you lick and suck at her clit, picking up the pace of your fingers a bit. it's all you can do to hold on as she fucks your face and squeezes your head between her thighs.

"yes, yes, yes," she cries, her voice breaking. her entire body trembles and the sound of her coming apart is nearly enough to send you over the edge. her body convulses as you moan into her, her orgasm slamming through her.

"oh god, oh god, oh fuck," she chants, her grip on your head tightening. you pull your fingers away, squeezing her thighs reassuringly and giving her soft licks over her clit and hole.

after a moment, her grip relaxes, her body going slack. you press one last kiss to her clit before moving up to place a small kiss on her lips. she whines when she tastes herself on you.

satoru is sitting up now, his hand still wrapped around himself, watching intently. utahime turns to look at him, her eyes hazed with lust. she gives him her most mischievous grin before turning back to you. she reaches out and kisses you again, slow, sensual, and wet. satoru lets out a wistful sigh. you pull away from the kiss and look up at him. he looks like he's ready to burst.

"can you stop touching yourself for me, 'toru?" you ask innocently. he swallows hard, his hand slowing. "anything for you, princess," he rasps, his voice strained.

you watch him adjust himself as you stand and move over to him. you lean down over the armrest and put your fingers in his mouth, the same ones you just fucked utahime with. his eyes flutter closed and he whimpers quietly, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

"look at him," you request, facing utahime. she's sprawled on the floor, but her eyes are locked on the two of you. "he's so good for me," you say, pleased. you remove your fingers and kiss his lips softly. he whines, his fingers digging into the couch. you can see his dick jump under his boxers.

"fuck," he breathes, his voice desperate. "i need—"

you smile, tracing fingers down his hard chest. "i know what you need, baby," you tell him. "let's go to bed."

satoru nods, his breathing labored. you help utahime off the floor, leading her to your bedroom, satoru following. she makes herself comfortable on your side of the bed. you hope it smells like her later. satoru grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs it off. "so eager," utahime comments, amused.

he flashes her a grin, his eyes glowing. "you have no idea."

he leans down, holding your face and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you pull away, looking up at him. his face is flushed, his eyes full of desire.

"on the bed," you tell him, a thrill going through you at the sound of your own voice. satoru wastes no time, laying himself out on the empty side of your bed.

you turn back to satoru and crawl onto the bed. his eyes follow your every movement, his hands reaching for you. you lean down, kissing him deeply.

"are you gonna be good for me, baby?" you ask, pulling away and looking down at him. he nods with wide eyes. "use your words," you demand, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

"yes," he keens, his voice shaky.

you smile, trailing a hand over his biceps, his chest, his abs. "what do you want, satoru?"

he lets out a groan, his hips bucking. "want your mouth," he breathes. you smirk, leaning down to kiss his neck. "where?"

"my cock," he chokes out, his eyes fluttering closed.

you smile at him, moving lower. you tease the waistband of his boxers and he groans, lifting his hips.

you pull them down, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before you. he's so gorgeous, and his cock is straining against his stomach, the tip leaking.

"fuck," utahime blurts, her eyes roaming over his body.

you run your fingers over his length, a thrill going through you. he moans, his hips rocking. you wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes. he's always so sensitive for you.

you lean down and press a kiss to his tip. a strangled moan escapes him when you swirl your tongue to clean up the precum you find there.

his hands find their way into your hair as you sink your mouth onto him. he's moaning and panting, his hips rocking against your mouth.

the sounds he's making are vulgar. you love the weight of his dick in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper.

"yes, fuck, yes," he moans, his grip on your hair tightening. he's thrusting his hips now, the sensation overwhelming.

you pull away with ragged breaths. "not yet," you tell him, kissing the tip of his cock. he whines, his hips bucking.

utahime sits up, leaning closer to watch. "she's such a tease," she says, sounding delighted at his struggle.

satoru chuckles, his breathing labored. "tell me about it."

you giggle, kissing the side of his cock. "be patient, baby."

"please, princess," he breathes.

"you're so good for me, 'toru," you praise, licking a stripe up his length. he shudders.

you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, licking and sucking up the sides. he moans, his back arching.

the sight of him is breathtaking.

satoru looks at you, his eyes full of want. "need to cum, fuck," he chokes out.

"what's the magic word, baby?" you ask smoothly, pressing a kiss to his tip again.

"please, please," he sighs, his voice rough.

you smile, taking him back into your mouth. you relax your throat and bob your head for him, and he thrusts his hips. "yes, yes, yes," he moans, his voice breaking. "gonna cum," he warns, his eyes closing.

he's moaning and panting, hips bucking. "gonna cum, fuck, gonna cum," he chokes out.

he thrusts, hands gripping the sheets. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans. his entire body goes tense, and his hips jerk erratically. he lets out a series of loud moans, sending his orgasm down your throat in spurts. you swallow, his cum hot on your tongue.

you pull away, panting. satoru looks wrecked, his hair mussed, his face flushed. his breathing is heavy, his eyes closed, and his head thrown back against the headboard. you sit up, eyes on him. "so beautiful," you remark, reaching out and running a hand through his hair. he leans into the touch, a lazy smile tugging at his lips when you kiss him.

utahime shifts on the bed, and you look over at her. her gaze is hungry, her lips parted. she moves closer when you sit back. she begins kissing down your jaw. you tilt your head back for her when she starts roaming her hands over your body. "so pretty," she praises, her hand reaching to cup your breast. a thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you can't help but lean into the touch.

"touch me," you murmur, the words escaping before you can stop them.

she smiles at you. "i can do that," she says. she reaches down, her fingers ghosting over where you need her. you whine for her. she leans in and kisses you.

you wrap your arms around her and pull her flush against you. you can't get enough. you moan into the kiss before breaking it, tugging your shirt over your head. she moves her attention to your neck and you can't help but let out a soft moan, tilting your head back. her teeth graze the skin of your throat, sending heat to your core.

she moves lower, lips tracing a line down your chest. she pauses to look up at you with a mischievous smile. tugging your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, her eyes roam over your body. "god, you're gorgeous," she breathes, leaning in and sucking on your bottom lip.

you tangle a hand into her hair. a hand finds its way back between your legs, her fingers teasing at your entrance. you let out a whine. she smirks, slipping a finger inside. "so wet," she notes, curling her finger.

"please," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

she adds another finger, her movements unhurried. "so impatient," she replies, her breath searing against your ear. your grip on her hair tightens, and she moans softly.

"fuck, 'hime," you gasp, your hips bucking as she thrusts. the heel of her palm brushes against your clit, sending a jolt through you. her lips move down your neck again, her teeth grazing your skin.

utahime pulls her hand back, making you pout. she throws one leg over yours, and the sensation of her slick against your cunt makes you wanna cry. when she starts grinding, the friction makes you gasp. "oh my god," you whimper, your head falling back.

satoru smiles at you, and you look at him. "so beautiful," you hear, but you don't think he even knows he said it out loud.

"look at me," utahime demands, catching your face and turning it in her direction.

you lift your gaze and lock eyes with her. her expression is full of lust. you move your hands to her hips, pushing and pulling just to keep feeling the glide of her slick cunt against yours.

she lets out a loud moan, head falling back and hands cupping her breasts as you continue to grind her against yourself, increasing your pace. you think you'll get addicted to this, to her, if you're not careful. utahime whines needily, her body trembling on you. "don't stop," she mewls, her hips moving in time with yours.

the scene is filthy. satoru is panting, his eyes fixed on the two of you. his cock is half-hard, his eyes filled with lust. he's sitting closer to you now, studying your movements but not touching.

utahime's moans grow louder, her movements more erratic. "don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop," she chants, her hips rocking.

your heart is racing, your body tensing. "so close," you sigh, your voice ragged.

she leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. you moan into her mouth, your hips rocking. "so fucking close," she gasps, her voice thick with desire.

"come for me, 'hime," you plead into her mouth.

she lets out a piercing moan, her body going taut. her entire frame shudders, and her eyes squeeze shut. her orgasm crashes over her, and you can feel the way her cunt flutters over yours.

you're right there with her, your orgasm taking you. you moan and grind your hips against her, your head falling back. utahime lets out a whimper as she collapses onto you.

satoru's eyes are wide, his breathing heavy.

utahime rolls over onto the bed next to you after a moment, her chest heaving. "fuck," she exhales, her face flushed.

you nod, your breathing labored. the room is quiet, the only sound the rustle of sheets. satoru hands you a bottle of water, which you accept gratefully. you share with utahime, who's still trying to catch her breath.

you take a moment to admire her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed. she looks gorgeous, and you'd like to remember this. she catches you staring, a smirk tugging at her lips. "see something you like?"

you nod, smiling back. you take some time to catch your breath, and then satoru leans in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"you trust me?" he asks you quietly, his voice husky. you nod curiously, not trusting your voice.

"wanna try something," he murmurs, looking at utahime now.

she raises an eyebrow at him, her eyes dancing. it's that same look satoru gets when he's up to something, and it's making your heart rate spike all over again.

satoru grins, bringing his lips to your ear. "turn around," he whispers.

you turn, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him. he leans the both of you slightly backward, sitting on his calves, and utahime kneels in front of you, her lips finding yours.

you can't help but melt into her immediately. her hands find their way into your hair, tugging gently. satoru kisses down your neck. the sensation is electrifying, and you let out a soft moan.

utahime leans down to pull your nipple into her mouth and satoru shifts, his length sliding between your legs. you're sensitive, unable to hold your gasp in. "good?" he whispers into your ear, holding you close against him.

"so good," you whine, arching into him.

satoru groans, his hips rocking. his cock rubs against your folds, the sensation driving you wild. "so fucking wet."

utahime's tongue swirls around your nipple. the feeling is indescribable. you try not to lose your mind.

satoru moves his cock, the tip pressing against your entrance. you whine, your hips bucking.

utahime moves south, kissing down your stomach. she stops just in front of your cunt, her eyes finding his. you're entirely at their mercy, the sensation consuming you.

a wicked smile tugs at her lips. "together," she tells him.

you feel satoru nod against you, his grip on you tightening. he thrusts his hips, his cock sinking into you. you cry out at the stretch as utahime draws your clit into her mouth, swirling around the sensitive bud. you feel so full, and it's taking all your resolve not to lose yourself here.

"fuck, princess," satoru groans, his fingers digging into your skin.

utahime sucks on your clit and the combination of sensations is driving you insane. you can feel yourself losing control, the sensation too much to handle.

"oh, god, please," you gasp, your hips rocking. utahime runs lithe fingers over the outline of satoru's dick at your entrance, making him drop his head onto your shoulder.

"not yet," satoru growls, his voice thick with lust. he raises a hand to your throat, squeezing lightly.

you cry out, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed. "please, please," you whine, the sensation driving you wild. you're not even sure what you're begging for.

utahime pulls away, and you can't help but pout. she laughs airily as she kneels back on the bed and gets in your face.

satoru pulls out and slides back in at a torturous pace. he presses a kiss to your cheek and then uses one hand to tilt your head toward utahime. "look at her, princess," he commands, voice tense.

you look up to find her breathing heavily, her face flushed. you reach for her, tears welling in your eyes. you pull her into a messy kiss, your hips rocking.

"you're so good," satoru hums, sounding strained. he's moving faster now, hitting the perfect spot. "you're so fucking good."

utahime groans, reaching between the two of you to play with your slick. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasp, your body going tense.

"you like that, pretty?" utahime questions, her voice laced with desire. you nod, your eyes rolling back.

satoru tightens his grip on your throat when utahime presses a chaste kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and then behind you to satoru's lips. you watch them, and the sight draws a sound out of you that you didn't even know you were capable of.

"i can feel how close she is," he warns against her lips, his voice dripping with lust.

utahime pulls away, a mischievous smile on her lips. "then let her come," she breathes.

the fact that they're talking about you like you're not even in the room makes you want to let go. "oh god, oh god, oh my god," you cry.

satoru groans, snapping his hips. his cock hits the perfect spot, and you can feel your orgasm building.

"come for us, baby," utahime murmurs, moving back down to press kisses to your pretty pussy and see the way it flexes around satoru. it sets you off, and you cry out to them, the earth stuttering on its axis as your orgasm shocks you.

your legs are shaking as utahime sucks on your clit, her tongue swirling. your walls squeeze tight around satoru's cock, and you hear her let out a hum.

satoru's fucking you through it, his hips moving faster. you start to dissolve, and the sensation is almost too much, drool escaping your mouth. you can't even remember to feel embarrassed.

he's thrusting harder, his grip on you tightening. he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. satoru moans, his cock pulsing. "fuck, fuck," he chokes out, his hips stuttering. his goes still suddenly and his entire body goes tense, his cock twitching inside of you. "fuck, so fucking perfect, i love you, i love you," he babbles, strong arms wrapping around you.

your heart is racing, and your breathing is ragged. utahime pulls away, a smug smile on her lips. she comes up to give you a small kiss, breath heavy, face flushed. "so perfect," she parrots, her hand caressing your cheek.

you lean into her touch, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, eyelids drooping.

satoru nuzzles your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. you can't help but giggle, the sensation ticklish. "so good for us, princess," he mumbles.

utahime lets out a content sigh as she lies back, her eyes closing. you yawn, your body softening.

satoru pulls out, making you whine. he chuckles as he sets you down next to utahime. "be right back," he murmurs, his fingers swiping over your cheek.

you nod, too exhausted to even ask him to stay.

satoru gets up and heads to the bathroom, the sound of running water following.

utahime rolls on her side, her hand finding yours.

"good?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open.

you nod, still catching your breath. "you?"

she nods back at you with an endearing smile.

satoru returns, two wet towels in hand. he takes a seat next to you, handing one to utahime. he leans down and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"you did so good," he says, a faint smile on his lips as he cleans you up.

none of you speak for a while, but the silence isn't heavy. you all lay there, your head resting on satoru's bicep while you play with utahime's hair.

after a while, satoru speaks. "i didn't know you could be this quiet, 'hime," he says, amusement coloring his tone.

utahime rolls her eyes, her gaze flicking over to him. "i'm just enjoying the moment. this is nice," she says.

he grins, his eyes twinkling. "nice? utahime, i'd say this is revolutionary."

she throws him a withering glare, her nose wrinkling. "you'd call a walk in the park revolutionary if it suited you."

satoru shrugs, not denying the accusation.

utahime rolls her eyes at him, but there's a softness to her expression that you haven't seen before. "you're impossible," she tells him, though her tone has no venom.

"and yet, here you are," satoru quips, leaning back and sighing cheerfully. "admit it, 'hime. you've grown fond of me."

she scoffs, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward. "don't push your luck, gojo."

you smile. "i'm just glad you two can be in the same room without outright arguing for once."

satoru hums thoughtfully. "oh, we'll argue. just not tonight."

"not tonight," utahime agrees, her voice soft.

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations ❇️❇️❇️

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

❇️Cancer Juno often has a nagging, a bit complaining partner that demanding. I think Cancer placements will do a lot of providing and effort, however they are even more demanding in return. They will keep you safe, as long as you are doing your own part of them, which is not always an easy task.

❇️I noticed people with Libra over the 4th house (also Libra IC, IC at a Libra degree (7, 19) tend to mingle with a lot of posh people at least at some point in life. Their friends might even consider the Libra 4th house native as posh. These people often either went to the top school in the country, had the opportunities to mingle with high profile people in their younger years.

❇️Capricorn over the 4th house and Capricorn over the 7th house are few of the most regimented people I've observed. They usually had a strict school schedule that they had to keep up with, lots of clubs and extracurricular activities. They also sometimes appear a bit socially awkward due to so many schedules, like you get the feel like the person was just busy a lot of the times and didn't have as much free time as perhaps others.

❇️Pisces Moon people, especially if it's also in the 12th house and Pisces IC people have a tendency to rely on assistance. Like someone from the family, a friend, a partner. They might have been a bit co-dependent on a parent. The parent might had the need to be wanted/needed all the time, so they did things instead of the child (the Pisces native). Which ended up making the Pisces native lost, disoriented and not having the know how when left on his or her own devices. Due to this early family pattern, they are often not aware of being prone to this dynamic even with closest friends or a partner.

❇️Saturn Juno all aspects, Capricorn Juno and Capricorn Moon are types to "be married to the job".

❇️People sometimes don't read Ascendant signs well. Ascendant sign very literally indicates people that will come your way throughout your life. If you are Cancer Ascendant, be sure that a lot of people with Cancer Sun/Sun in the 4th house/Sun at Cancer degree (4, 16, 28) will pass you in this lifetime. Even mundane as a cashier at the store, buddy on your volleyball team, a person who does your nails.

❇️8th house Synastry really gets you in your feels. You might not even view yourself as emotional or needy before, but then you unleash all your emotional nature and neediness at once on that person.

❇️Speaking of 8th house Synastry don't underestimate your 8th house sign. You might think you will experience 8th house type of connection only with your 8th house sign. If you have 8th house Taurus, you might have 8th house connection with Taurus Sun, but also with the opposite sign too, such as Scorpio Sun. You are very deeply fascinated by 8th house sign, but also the opposite sign too. So if you have Cancer 8th house, you are fascinated by both Cancer and Capricorn.

❇️If you have Aquarius/Uranus in the 8th house or Uranus Pluto aspect, the people you want to establish a deep trusted bond with, be physically intimate with, might instead want to make you their best friend. People really want to be best friend with you so you can stay in their life as long as possible. These natives might on the other hand be blessed with friends that they have known for decades, like 20, 25 years.

❇️People with Libra Mars don't have a hard time channeling heartbreak into artistic masterpieces.

❇️You could have Cancer MC with your first love in the Composite chart.

❇️Friends often vent to you about their partner or they come to you for partnership/love advice if you have Libra over the 11th house or Venus in the 11th house and Libra Fama.

❇️Whenever there is Moon in the 8th house in Synastry there is a lot of attraction in the early stages, but then one (usually the Moon person) ends up feeling inferior, especially due to 8th house person being so successful.

❇️I noticed it can happen that you come back together if you started dating someone during Venus retrograde. But it's more likely you don't get back together if you decide to break up during Venus retrograde.

❇️If you have Aries over the 7th house in your Natal chart you might always have new opportunities to gain more money right after ending a partnership. You come into more money right after ending a partnership.

❇️Venus retrograde in a Natal chart of a man points to him being let down by his partner.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

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A while ago I was listening to Dara Horn's podcast relating to her book, People Love Dead Jews. Within this podcast she discussed the fact that Holocaust museums tend to center stories that highlight ways in which Jews were just like anyone else, putting secular Jews on a pedestal of sorts.

The podcast went on to make the point that we shouldn't have to be like them to be liked. A Jew in a kippah is just as worthy of being accepted as a Jew in a baseball cap, and to position one, the more assimilated one, as "better" is antisemitic.

This made me think of how movies and shows portray Jews, and I realized a similar pattern of idealizing assimilation is deeply prevalent.

There are two main ways Jews are portrayed in movies/shows that I've noticed that are problematic. (For a narrower scope I'll be discussing American media as I am more familiar with that than most other countries.)

The first kind of Jewish representation is the token Jew. This is the character that the viewer wouldn't even have known is Jewish had the show not casually mentioned them celebrating Hanukkah in passing. This is the character who is entirely the same as any other character. An example of this would be in Ginny and Georgia, where a few side characters are revealed to be Jewish. This reveal occurred only for the purpose of making a Hanukkah episode, and immediately one of the characters says the beginning words to most of our prayers, adding "bitch" at the end. This sort of absolutely blatant disrespect towards the words many of us wouldn't even speak fully in casual conversation is meant to indicate that it's okay to poke fun at our religion. (By the way, it isn't okay. Don't disrespect our religion, thanks.) (And no the actress wasn't Jewish.)

Then there's Ben Gross from Never Have I Ever, a similarly extremely assimilated Jewish character. Instead of making fun of Judaism, however, the show plays into Jewish stereotypes. Ben's dad is a wealthy influential lawyer who works with Hollywood. Come on, there's three in a row there. Ben himself is frequently made fun of for being very short (to an extent not befitting the actor's actual stature), and some of his mannerisms could be described as effeminate. All of these traits play into anti-Jewish stereotypes. The protagonist even says she wishes Ben was killed by Nazis and other than a scolding this isn't made to be the big deal that it is.

These sorts of characters are meant to show how Jews are "just like you!" and pokes cruel fun at the few remaining things that do occasionally set them apart. Yes, secular Jews exist, but the way these shows make fun of their Jewish identities is where the issue arises.

The second problematic representation is meant to make goyim feel good about being goyim. This is specifically done through how Judaism is portrayed in these movies.

A major example of this is the show Unorthodox, in which the plot centers a young girl trying to escape her very observant community. This show directly demonized the Jewish religion, making it appear inherently oppressive and twisted.

While some may argue that the show was merely trying to portray the social issues within the community, there are better ways to achieve this.

The book An Unorthodox Match takes on a similar task with a vastly different tone. The book centers a protagonist joining an equally observant community, but not for a moment does the book, author, or protagonist blame Judaism. The book is very clearly written by a Jew who loves Judaism, and yet it manages to highlight similar social issues to the show without blaming Judaism. In fact, Jewish traditions have a fair share of appreciation in the book!

This sort of media is meant to make the goyishe viewers be grateful they aren't part of those communities, but as a Jewish viewer I felt deeply uncomfortable with the positioning of religious Jews as a negative part of society. This media makes the characters seem like they have nothing at all in common with the goyim around them or the goyim watching the show. It's the polar opposite of the previous example.

The first example is showing Jews as "just like anyone else" until they aren't, while the second example portrays Jews as entirely other. Never have I seen an Orthodox Jewish character side by side with the non-Jewish characters in any other context than the Jewish character envying their non-Jewish peers.

Why is the choice either to be assimilated or othered? Why can we not have an observant Jewish character remind their friends that they can't hang out on Saturday, or maybe they bring their own kosher snacks? Maybe a Jewish character muttering a bracha over their food? Why not make being Jewish an important part of their character without making them self-loathe because of it?

Media almost only ever shows two extremes and neither of those extremes has a positive impact on the perception of Jews.

(There is also a pattern I've noticed with Jews and goyim being cast in Jewish roles and how that corresponds to the character, but that's probably another post for another time.)

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : In the quiet of a sunlit morning, you wake up next to Chris, his peaceful breathing and tousled hair painting a serene picture. As he stirs slowly, a smile plays on his lips, and you can't help but admire the calm aura he radiates. The warmth of his presence you relish these precious moments before he heads off to film with his brothers. The simplicity of this morning, wrapped in shared comfort, becomes a cherished memory.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, a smile plays on my lips as I notice Chris lying beside me, his peaceful breathing and tousled hair creating a picture of tranquility.

I realize that Chris will soon be leaving to film with Matt and Nick. Reluctantly, I reach for my phone on the bedside table to check the time.

I glance at the time on my phone— it's barely 8:30 in the morning, which means we have plenty of time to lounge in bed a little longer.

A wave of contentment washes over me as I realize we can steal these precious moments of leisurely relaxation. I set my phone down and turn towards Chris, admiring the way his calm aura envelopes the room.

As I turn to face Chris, I observe his sleeping position. He's lying on his stomach, holding his pillow in an embrace. The sight of him cuddled up to his pillow tugs at my heartstrings, and I can't help but find the gesture endearing. I notice how his hair, tousled from sleep, partially curtains his face, adding to his boyish charm.

The steady rise and fall of his breathing creates a calming rhythm, and I quietly watch as he finds comfort in his slumber. A sense of affection wells up inside me, and I carefully reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from his face.

His features, softened by sleep, make him look younger, more vulnerable. I can't help but feel a tenderness swell up in my chest as I observe the way his eyelashes fan out against his cheeks. In this moment, he looks so peaceful, undisturbed by the world's chaos.

My gaze softens as I notice the faint sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks. They're like a constellation of stars, scattered delicately across his skin. I've always loved these tiny, sun-kissed marks that dusted his face, adding a unique charm to his handsome features. I gently brush my fingertips against a cluster of freckles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

The memories flood back— the countless times I've traced these freckles with my fingers, mapping out their intricate patterns. Their presence reminds me of the countless moments we've shared, the laughter, the quiet conversations, and the shared silences. Each freckle holds a story, a moment in time that we've enjoyed together.

I lean closer, tracing a few freckles with my lips, relishing the feeling of his skin against mine. It's a gentle gesture, filled with tenderness and affection. His freckles have become a part of the landscape of his face, a terrain I've grown to love and admire.

It's moments like these that I cherish the most— the quiet, intimate moments where I can observe him in his purest, most vulnerable state. His freckles, a natural wonder, add a touch of enchantment to his already captivating presence. I gently run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slide between my fingers.

With affection swelling in my heart, I can't resist the urge to lean down and press a soft, gentle kiss against his lips. My lips brush against his in an expression of tenderness and love. There's no rush, no urgency— just a quiet moment of connection between us.

As I pull away from our tender kiss, I notice Chris stirring awake. His eyes flutter open, and a warm smile graces his features as he looks up at me.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice still laced with sleep and a hint of affection.

I reach for his arm, lifting it and shifting closer to him in the soft embrace of his bed. I guide his arm around me, pulling his body closer to mine. His arm gently drapes over my shoulders, bringing us even closer.

I let out a contented sigh and nuzzle my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.

“Comfy?” he teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile.

I nod into his chest, feeling the comfort of his proximity. “Mhm,” I mumble, my voice muffled against his skin. I let my fingers trace lazy patterns on his arm, relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath my touch.

He responds by tightening his hold on me, pulling me even closer. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths is soothing, the perfect lullaby to accompany our quiet morning.

“What time is it?” he asks, his voice still gravelly from sleep. “It's almost 9:00,” I reply, my voice slightly muffled against his chest.

As soon as I mention the time, he groans slightly and starts to sit up, admitting, “I should start getting up then.”

I, however, have other plans. I quickly grab onto his arm, yanking him back down to the bed with playful insistence. “No, stay,” I protest, looking up at him with a pout.

“Baby, I have to film today,” Chris says, attempting to reason with me.

I roll my eyes jokingly and retort, “Oh, come on, you know Matt and Nick won't even wake up until noon. You've got plenty of time.”

With a smirk, Chris props himself up on his arms and hovers over me, inching closer to my lips. His eyes sparkle with affection. “You make a compelling argument,” he concedes, his voice low and sultry.

He cups my face in one hand, his thumb tracing the contour of my cheekbone. Then, he leans in, closing the distance between us, and captures my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

The kiss is electric, filled with longing and heat. Our lips move together in a dance that is both familiar and exhilarating. My heart races in my chest, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body against mine.

Chris breaks the kiss, pulling away slightly to catch his breath. He gazes down at me, taking in my flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair. A satisfied smile plays at his lips as he admires the sight before him.

“God... you're beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a bit hoarse with desire.

After expressing his admiration, Chris leans in for a quick peck on my lips, his lips grazing against mine. It's a gentle and affectionate gesture, a silent affirmation of his feelings. As he pulls back, he looks into my eyes, a mixture of affection and desire swirling in his gaze.

“I could stay here all day and just look at you,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with a hint of yearning. His fingertips trace the line of my jaw, his touch light and tinged with adoration.

In response to his tender words, my fingers automatically reach up to weave into the messy strands of his hair. It's a mindless, comforting gesture, like a natural instinct. I ruffle his already tousled locks, enjoying the softness and texture of his hair.

A sigh escapes Chris' lips as he leans into my touch, his eyes half-closing in contentment.

“You know I can't say no when you do that,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. The sound of his pleasure sends a shiver down my spine, and I continue to play with his hair, my fingers gently massaging his scalp.

I slide my hands down to the sides of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I softly tease, “I know. Why do you think I do it?”

Without giving him a chance to respond, I pull him in and press my lips against his, initiating a passionate and sweet, gentle kiss.

As our lips connect in the passionate kiss, I feel the upward curve of Chris' smile against mine. The corners of his mouth twitch, and his cheeks press against my hands, a silent affirmation of his happiness.

Our lips dance together in a familiar rhythm, the shared moment filled with tenderness and connection.

I pull away from the kiss, breaking contact between our lips, and meet Chris' gaze. His weight is still propped up on his arms, hovering over me with a mixture of desire and affection.

My eyes roam over his face, taking in his slightly flushed cheeks, the way his hair falls haphazardly over his forehead, and his lips, slightly parted and slightly swollen from our kiss. He looks utterly captivating, and a flutter of affection swells in my chest.

I bring my hand up to gently trace the outline of his cheek, feeling the warmth and firmness of his jaw. My fingertips brush over the faint stubble that dusts his skin, a gentle reminder of his lingering morning shadow.

“I don't want you to leave,” I murmur, the words slipping out unbidden. My voice is tinged with a hint of longing, echoing the sentiment that's been silently present in my mind all morning.

Chris looks down at me with a soft smile, his eyes filled with reassurance. “I'm right here, baby,” he says in a gentle voice. “You got me for another three hours and I'll be with you again once we're done filming.” His words soothe my worries, offering a temporary reprieve from the looming separation.

Chris nods, his expression earnest, and replies, “I promise, baby. But let's enjoy the time we have right here, right now.”

His hand cups my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “No more worrying,” he adds with a gentle command.

Chris rewards my acquiescence with a sweet, quick peck on my lips. It's a simple but affectionate gesture, his lips barely touching mine but still sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Don’t think about anything else,” he husks, his voice carrying a hint of command. “Just us” he whispered.

As Chris looks down at me, a feeling of love and devotion washes over him. He admires the tender look in my eyes and the way my hair is messily fanned out on the pillow. In that moment, it's impossible for him to even imagine thinking of me in a purely sexual way.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze filled with a deep, affectionate sort of admiration. “And I adore you.”

To him, I am more than just a partner or a lover. I am the embodiment of comfort, trust, and emotional connection. The bond between us runs far deeper than physical attraction.

Chris' eyes soften even more as he looks at me, his words carrying a weight that's overflowing with love and vulnerability.

“You're my safe place,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “When I'm with you, I feel like I can be completely myself. You see me for who I really am, flaws and all.”

He pauses, his hand still cradling my face, his thumb caressing my skin. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way. You're everything I could ever want and more.”

His words create a lump in my throat, and tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes. Hearing him express the depth of his feelings so openly and tenderly, it's overwhelming. It's not just what he's saying, but the way he's looking at me— with a mixture of tenderness, vulnerability, and absolute devotion.

My voice is a soft whisper as I answer his heartfelt confession with my own.

“I love you, Chris,” I reply, my voice quivering with emotion. “More than anything in this world”

As I speak, I reach up to cup his face in both my hands, gently pulling him closer to me. Our foreheads touch, and I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself.

Chris' response is immediate, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.

“I love you more,” he declares, his eyes locked onto mine. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of my tear-filled eyes.

His hand reaches up to touch my hair, gently pushing a strand behind my ear. “Loving you is the best thing I've ever done in my life,” he continues sincerely. “Every moment with you, I'm falling more and more in love.”

Our foreheads are still touching, our breath mingling in the space between us. Then, Chris moves his lips even closer, capturing mine in a tender kiss.

It's not a needy or demanding kiss, but a soft, lingering one. He takes his time, his lips moving against mine gently but firmly, expressing the depth of his emotions. His hand moves from my hair to touch my face, his fingertips tracing the line of my jaw as we kiss.

Chris pulls away, breaking the kiss gently. He then lays down on his side of the bed and carefully pulls me closer to him, encouraging me to rest my head on his bare chest. As I settle into place, my cheek resting against the warmth of his skin, I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He wraps his arms around me, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles over my back. His touch is comforting, his hand rubbing my back in a steady rhythm, lulling me into a state of blissful contentment.

The silence of the room is broken only by the sound of his steady breathing. He continues to rub my back, his touch firm but gentle, silently expressing his care and concern for me.

I close my eyes, feeling the tiredness of the early morning finally starting to creep up on me. The rhythmic motion of his hand and the soothing sound of his breathing serve as a gentle lullaby, and I snuggle closer to him, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐏 𝐓 . 𝟐 𝐒 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 :) ୨୧ 🌱 ₊˚๑

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🌌🔑 12th Lord in the Houses 🕊️🏠 - Where Your Soul Seeks Liberation & Hidden Wisdom ✨🪐

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years from married clients, relatives and friends. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Feel free to share in the comments if any of this hits home. This post is based on Vedic astrology principles.

The 12th lord shows the part of you that's off the grid. It's unseen, unspoken, and unfolding behind the scenes.

The 12th lord doesn’t shout. It whispers.

12th lord in 1st house:

With the 12th lord in the 1st house, you may feel physically weaker or more prone to illness, such as cold, fevers, or fatigue. Your body might sometimes feel like it’s struggling to keep up with the demands of the world.

You could also find yourself drawn to foreign lands, either moving away at a young age or living abroad later in life. You may have a pleasant, conventionally attractive appearance and a charming way with words, making you popular in social circles. However, there’s a tendency to be overly trusting, which can lead to poor decisions like falling into toxic relationships or being surrounded by "yes people" who enable bad habits.

At times, this placement can indicate issues with addiction, such as alcohol or drugs, or a tendency to escape reality. Your decision-making ability might be clouded, leading you to ignore your own intuition in favor of external opinions.

Travel is a common theme, and you could find yourself constantly on the move. There's also a chance of health challenges that might result in hospital stays, or you could even work in a medical-related field. Your sleep patterns can be erratic, either struggling with insomnia or needing to sleep more than most.

While this placement can bring obstacles and struggles, much of the suffering can be reduced by distancing yourself from toxic people and creating healthier boundaries. By trusting yourself more and letting go of relationships that don’t serve your well-being, you can ease the challenges and find more peace.

12th lord in 2nd house:

With the 12th lord placed in your 2nd house, your soul is learning deep lessons through money, speech, family, and self-worth.

You tend to be generous and giving often extending help to others, donating to causes, or quietly supporting those in need. There’s a natural draw to simplicity and saving, making you someone who often shops smart like in thrift stores, sales, or discounts might be your go-to.

However, financial stability can be a challenge. You might face unexpected expenses, especially related to family responsibilities or health issues either your own or a loved one’s. Money could feel like it slips away easily, and you may carry the emotional weight of providing for your family.

On a more physical level, this placement can bring weak eyesight or the need for glasses, along with a tendency toward unhealthy eating habits like junk food cravings, or even food poisoning in some cases. Gossip or impulsive speech might also show up, so being mindful of how you use your voice is key.

There may be hidden stress or unresolved tension with family members around money, or simply a feeling that you’re giving more than you’re receiving.

12th lord in 3rd house:

With the 12th lord in your 3rd house, your soul is working through themes related to siblings, communication, confidence, and how you use your time and energy.

There may be tension with siblings especially younger ones. You might feel emotionally distant from them, grow up apart, or simply not see eye to eye. In some cases, you may spend money supporting them, or deal with their health struggles if this placement is afflicted.

This position can also drain your willpower and self-confidence, leaving you second-guessing your voice or holding back when you want to speak up. You may have great ideas but procrastinate or get caught up in distractions, spending time on things that don’t truly fulfill you.

Still, this placement often brings frequent travel, whether for work, escape, or soul-searching. You may feel the urge to move or change scenery often, as if you're trying to find clarity through motion.

12th lord in 4th house:

When the 12th lord lands in the 4th house, it brings deep karmic lessons tied to your home life, emotional foundation, and relationship with the mother.

This placement can lead to feelings of loss or disconnection whether it’s the physical home, vehicles, or affection from the mother. If afflicted, it may indicate health challenges for the mother, or even her early absence or loss. You might struggle to feel truly “at home” anywhere, even when surrounded by comfort.

You’re likely someone who carries a quiet sadness, often hidden behind a dreamy or distant nature. Finding mental peace may feel like a lifelong journey, as anxiety and overthinking can weigh heavily. Despite having what others might envy, there’s a lingering sense of emptiness at times as if something deep within is missing.

You may have been bullied or isolated in school, which only deepened that inner void. Long-distance moves, immigration, or living far from your birthplace are often part of your soul path. There can also be challenges with rental homes, family property, or inheritance disputes. On the flip side, you may find yourself drawn to nontraditional studies or foreign languages, seeking meaning in places far from your roots.

12th lord in 5th house:

With the 12th lord in your 5th house, your soul is working through deep karmic lessons around education, children, creativity, and joy.

Early education might have felt like an uphill battle and you may have struggled to stay engaged in school, faced interruptions, or even dropped out of higher studies. If other factors support it, studying abroad could also be part of your journey, especially in spiritual or nontraditional fields.

Childbirth may come with emotional weight. Some may remain child-free by choice or circumstance, while others face delays, miscarriages, or medical challenges before becoming parents. This doesn’t always mean loss but it often reflects a spiritual contract involving children that unfolds slowly or differently.

You're likely someone who finds deep meaning in spiritual practices or charitable acts, and may give generously to religious causes, sacred spaces, or healing communities sometimes spending beyond your means in the process.

12th lord in 6th house:

When the 12th lord sits in the 6th house, the battlefield is internal as your biggest enemy is often yourself. Self-sabotage, impulsive decisions, or getting caught in messy situations can be recurring themes.

There may be attraction to complicated relationships, including entanglements with married or unavailable people, pointing to unresolved emotional patterns. If afflicted, this placement can bring injuries related to animals, or even conflict in environments meant for service like work or caregiving spaces.

You might experience false accusations, legal disputes, or power struggles especially in your career or workplace. In extreme cases, issues like drug possession, workplace fights, or legal troubles could surface, especially if supported by other malefic influences.

That said, this is also a placement of victory over enemies both internal and external. You can overcome immense challenges when you learn to master your reactions. However, there’s often a quick temper and impulsive streak that needs grounding.

12th lord in 7th house:

With the 12th lord in your 7th house, relationships become a spiritual classroom and often, a painful one. You may give too much in partnerships, whether emotionally, financially, or energetically, and get little in return.

There’s a tendency to attract partners who are self-indulgent, materialistic, or even manipulative people who take advantage of your kindness or drain your resources. Gold-diggers, emotionally unavailable types, or partners with hidden motives may appear repeatedly.

Your future spouse could come from a foreign land or live far from your birthplace, reflecting a karmic connection that crosses borders or lifetimes. In some cases, there’s low sexual compatibility, a lack of desire, or even a tendency toward emotional or physical detachment in intimacy, sometimes even asexuality.

This placement doesn’t mean love is doomed but it does mean your soul is learning to stop losing yourself in others. You’re here to break the pattern of one-sided love and rediscover wholeness within.

12th lord in 8th house:

When the 12th lord moves into the 8th house, your soul is drawn to the depths of life like the unseen, the transformational, and the taboo. While this house carries intensity, it can also bring powerful hidden blessings.

You're likely to experience significant gains through marriage whether wealth or status. There's a natural charm in your voice and demeanor, paired with subtle magnetism and a gift for attracting abundance, especially when it’s least expected. Often, fortune arrives through loss, such as inheritance after the passing of loved ones (parents, spouse, or even grandparents).

This is also a fame indicator, especially if your work touches the hidden, emotional, or mystical realms. You may have a strong curiosity for astrology, occult sciences, psychology, conspiracy theories, UFOs, or cosmic truths anything that digs beneath the surface.

Early life may bring obstacles or emotional upheaval, but this placement matures beautifully, leading to spiritual strength, financial security, and deep soul wisdom.

12th lord in 9th house:

With the 12th lord in the 9th house, your soul seeks freedom, meaning, and movement often across borders and belief systems. You're drawn to spiritual places, pilgrimages, or faraway journeys, but these experiences often come with big expenses, especially when it comes to travel or religious/spiritual retreats.

There’s strong potential for success abroad as your career may flourish in a foreign country, through international clients, or by earning in foreign currency. Even if the 12th lord is afflicted, you’re still likely to find professional growth through global connections or cross-cultural work.

If afflicted, though, this placement can indicate health struggles for the father, emotional distance, or even early loss of a paternal figure. There may also be philosophical or religious differences between you and your father that create disconnect.

This is a placement that blends material movement with spiritual evolution. Your destiny unfolds as you step beyond familiar borders, whether physically, mentally, or spiritually.

12th lord in 10th house:

With the 12th lord placed in the 10th house, your career and public image carry deep karmic weight. You may feel disconnected from conventional paths and find yourself drawn to unusual, creative, or behind-the-scenes work or even foreign-based careers that bring financial growth and stability.

There can be periods of unemployment, toxic work environments, or feeling unseen despite your efforts. But choosing a career linked to foreign lands, spiritual service, or outcast professions can be your golden ticket to success, recognition, and peace. This is another strong fame indicator, especially if you move far from your birthplace or work internationally.

You might spend money on celebrity culture, luxury items, or branded products, courses related to spirituality or career often trying to connect with something aspirational. Deep down, you're building a legacy not just for yourself, but to support your partner and future child, even if you choose to have only one child or be child free.

Your relationship with your father may feel distant or emotionally dry, and your mother might express love in harsh or loud ways that don’t sit well with you. Still, you’re generous and known for good deeds, charity, and helping others when they least expect it.

In rare cases, this placement can bring loss through workplace theft, accidents, or betrayal, but much of the hardship can be softened through spiritual discipline and choosing soul-aligned work.

12th lord in 11th house:

With the 12th lord in your 11th house, your soul's evolution is tied to community, service, and dreams that extend beyond borders. This placement blesses you with the potential for gains through shared resources, alliances, or collective efforts especially when you're giving back to society.

You may have fewer close friends, or your social circle could be scattered across the globe, making physical closeness rare but emotional support strong. Despite this, you're capable of being deeply loved and supported, especially if you step into leadership roles, even in politics or local elections as you're the kind of person people rally behind when your intentions are pure.

There’s potential for wealth through foreign investments, sea-related ventures, or charitable organizations. Think: NGOs, hospitals, rescue missions, foster care, or environmental work. You might even dream of building a hospital, school, or shelter if you had the means because your soul wants to give to the world, not just take.

This is a placement of cosmic generosity: when you give to the collective, the universe gives back tenfold. You're meant to channel your resources into causes greater than yourself supporting children’s rights, international aid, or healing communities in need.

12th lord in 12th house:

With the 12th lord returning to its natural house, the energy turns deeply inward, mystical, and complex. You carry suppressed emotions, especially anger, like a dormant volcano that's rarely erupting, but always simmering beneath a calm surface.

There’s a strong theme of duality like you may wear many faces, or simply keep parts of yourself hidden from others. You don’t easily reveal your true self, and often feel most at peace in solitude or behind the scenes. Even if you're attractive, you might avoid posting photos online, preferring privacy over attention.

While you might appear stingy at times, the truth is you’re calculated and future-focused choosing long-term value over short-term pleasure. If you settle abroad or work with foreign clients, this placement can bring luxury, success, fame and financial stability. Another fame indicator but in foreign lands only.

You're likely someone who experiences lucid dreams, vivid visions, or intense nightmares as your subconscious is always active, making you spiritually sensitive. There’s potential for deep sexual satisfaction and restful sleep, though the mind often remains exhausted from inner processing.

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Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader

SYNOPSIS: Reader is having a nice night time dip in the lake not too far from her village, when a mysterious man appears on the shore (omg it's like that one story in the Bible) anyway- the man stakes claim to the shadowy heart of reader.

CONTAINS: smut, female naked, one mention of a boner, claws, teeth, blood kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), kissing, a bit of wounding, outdoor sex (almost?), dirty talk

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

A/N: A little drabble I just had to get out of my system. I'll have a lot of free time coming up so I'm trying to get some of the shorter ideas I've had out of the way so I can crank out those longer fics. I hope you enjoy!

Moonbeams create a sky of their own on the water’s surface—the liquid forms around your naked body, welcoming you into the environment with ripples from your movement. There was a strong waterfall about 20 feet from your current spot in the lake creating small waves that would lap at the shore. The waterfall, a celestial cascade of liquid silver, descends gracefully from the heights above, its sound a lullaby that resonates through the night. The surrounding nature seems to hold its breath as if joining the observer in silent admiration of the nocturnal spectacle. Trees guarded this oasis with ancient splendor. You felt safe. That was until you heard the foliage rustle behind you. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing.” A smooth voice sneers. Your brows knit together as you turn in the water. There’s a figure leaning against one of the trees – face shaded by the lack of light. 

“I’m afraid this lake is already taken.” You call to the shore. You can’t see, but you swear their lips lift in a devious grin. 

They shift forward, still within the shadows. “And here I was hoping you’d invite me in.” The voice is deep, deeper than a woman's. You’d assume this was a man leering at you – like they usually did – but there was something off about this one. He carried himself in a way that made you think twice about crossing him. “What’da you say, Nightshine?”

A nickname, already? He moved quickly. “What if you’re dangerous?” An elegant laugh rumbles out of the man. His next move is at the speed of light as he almost teleports behind you. A chill runs through your body as his hands grip your shoulders. Claws dig into the tender skin, pricking blood. They also prick a low desire in the core of your stomach. 

“There is no if, my sweet, but you already knew that.” He purrs into the shell of your ear. Your body fills with heat at the way his hot breath makes your nipples stiffen. The prospect of what he was about to do excited you in a way that probably should be looked at by the village healer, but that was if you lived past this evening. 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You question, stupidly, perhaps. A delighted hum vibrates from him, his fingers trailing down your arms. 

“I’m feeling a bit peckish after my last meal. I think you’ll be a delicious dessert.” The point of his sharp fingernails traces a swirling pattern on your collarbone. Without a moment's hesitation, the span of his hand wraps around the base of your throat, pushing your head to where it was resting on his shoulder. You could almost make out the shape of his face before thick curly locks fell in front of his face. You don’t miss the glint of pointed teeth in his lecherous grin. You notice he smells like the city, with aromas of food and women imprinted on the clothes he wears. There was a secondary scent, one that was pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. It was coppery and meaty, it didn’t mix with the first smells. The latter felt like part of him as if he carried the waft of blood on his body. 

His nose drags up the length of your jugular, stopping when he meets your ear lobe – licking the spot with hunger you could feel radiate off of him. His hand on your throat squeezes tighter as he slips it under your jaw. As he turns your head to face him he covers your eyes with his free hand. Your senses felt like they were on fire, everything making your ears perk up. “If your eyes meet mine,” He pauses, hot breath spreading over your exposed face. He must’ve moved closer to you. You can almost feel his proximity with the slight movement of his lips. “I will snap this pretty neck of yours.”

Soft, feverous lips meet yours. Feasting on the moan that escapes your mouth as his hand slides to the back of your neck, keeping you pressed to him. “Fuck you taste divine.” He growls, clamping down on your hair. Your yelp cracks into a gaspy moan as he bends his head to suck on the junction of your shoulder. The creatures of the night had always enticed you, even as a young girl you explored the forest in hopes the shadows the chief warned you about would appear. 

When he was kissing you this man tasted like fresh blood. A fact that should’ve made you run, but something told you that you wouldn’t make it very far. In the meantime he’d made his way down your body, scraping a claw down your abdomen. It stung with an exhilarating pain, making you press your thighs together. He clicks his tongue, pressing the muscle to the wound he’d created and licking up the blood that spilled from it. A whiney moan tumbles into the open when he takes your stiff nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with dexterity that even the warriors of your village would be envious. 

“M-more I need more,” You pant out, reaching down to grip his cheeks. They’re soft, and sunken in as he sucks on your hard peaks. A chuckle vibrates his mouth and the sensation makes you nearly scream. 

He lets go of your breast with a loud pop that echoes around the lake valley. His mouth is on yours, feeding you that same taste as before. It makes your knees weaken to the point he wraps an arm around your back, supporting you against his own body. He breaks from the kiss, the shadows only allowing you to see his mouth which turns up in a smirk. “I thought I was the hungry one, but it turns out you were ready to feast on me my little siren.” 

A warmth spreads over your body, your gaze falling to the reflective water you both stand in. “Who are you?” You find yourself asking, expecting the man to not respond. There’s a long pause before he wraps his massive hands under your thighs, pushing lightly so you’ll allow him to pick you up. He brings you around his waist, the hard planes of his chest exposed from where his clothing had parted slightly. 

“The monster your mother warned you about.” He responds, splashing through the water, toward the shore. Your heart pounds in your chest and chills run up your exposed back as the water drips to the ground. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” You whisper, finding your back aggressively pressed into the trunk of a tree. 

“Is that so?” He chuckles, kissing at your neck. You try to bite back the moans, but he nips at the splotchy skin he left from earlier, eliciting a garbled whine from your lips. 

“Oh heavens,” You cry out, gripping his shoulders. Another laugh, this one more devious than the last graces your ears. 

“No my sweet, the things I’m about to do to you will not be heavenly.” He huffs, lowering your body slightly to where you can feel something hard press into the apex of your thighs. 

“Then stop talking and take me already,” Exasperated from his teasing tongue your mouth turns down in a frown. 

He pulls you away from the tree, slamming you rather roughly into a large boulder near the shoreline. The wind is knocked out of you with his action. He slides you upon the boulder, grasping at the plush skin of your thighs. “Hold on darling.” He mumbles and before you have much time to regain any form of thought his tongue plunges into the place no one else has ever touched. A scream of pleasure rolls from your throat, the movement against the sensitive bud making you squirm. It felt so good like you were becoming a piece of glass about to explode. 

“Ngh–yes, oh my – f’eels so good.” Garbled nonsense sputters from your mouth as the man works the folds of your wet cunt like a master. A moan shakes from his throat, sending shockwaves through your nerves. 

“P-please, h–ugh–harder.” He listens well, sliding one of his clawed fingers into your throbbing pussy. You squirm from the intense amount of pleasure. With just one finger it felt like he was stretching you out, but through the slight sting, your walls still clenched around his finger. “That feels so good, ha,”

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it while he moved his finger slowly in and out of you. You start to shake, an overwhelming feeling radiating through your entire being. Just as you feel the crest of whatever sensation that was he releases your abused clit, grinning up from between your legs. “Such a good girl,” He hisses, but a wash of realization crashes any pleasure you once felt as his red irises stare back at you. Illuminated in the moonlight a short gasp escapes your lips. You want to explain, it was an accident of course, but if the last thing you got to see was his eyes, you could die happy. His eyes glow with an ethereal gleam, his free hand clawing into your outer thigh. You let out a small cry as blood rushes forth. He lifts your leg, turning the axis of your hips to reveal the gash of flesh he tore into. He brings his teeth to the surface, sinking into the tender skin. You hiss in pain but the calming stare of his eyes brings you to a sense of euphoria. His tongue dances around, lapping up the copper liquid with appreciation. 

He lifts from your bloodied thigh, red painting his mouth as he smirks at you. “You are mine, little siren, you belong to me. You belong to the Demon King.”

[innominaterifter]

Alec/Regent cosplay from "Worm"

This idea started with a song. It grabbed my temporal lobes with the first notes, flashed with the thought “Damn, I must have to film Regent to this music!”, and didn’t let go until I made this video.

Overall, I'm happy (at least I can think about something else, not walk around with my hyperfixation itching brain, and don't listen to this song on repeat hundreds of times, haha).

The shoot was dangerous, infuriating, and fun all at the same time. Well, like Alec himself, in fact.

Dangerous: location. Abandoned, half-burnt building, littered with charred boards with protruding nails and threateningly swaying half-burnt roof parts that were ready to fall on us from above at any moment.

Infuriating: children, teenagers, young people exploring this building - there were surprisingly many of them, every half hour someone came.

Fun: Well, cosplay is fun in itself. The dumbfounded faces of random observers. And a funny story that happened at the end.

All in all, I had a great time!

What I failed:

1. The color of the wig in the sun turned out to be too brownish-red, and Alec has dark hair. I'll try dyeing the wig and see what happens.

2. The scepter was made in a hurry, not functional, I will make another one.

3. The crown does not fit well on the head; it needs to be secured with something, but so that it is not noticeable.

4. I have not yet been able to fully convey Regent's motor patterns. He should move differently than I can now. I like some of the moves that I came up with, but many others are definitely not what I need. I will deal with Alec's movements, it turned out to be more difficult than I thought.

I wanted to convey the laxity, sloppy movements, and, at the same time, grace without going into femininity. But so far, I have not managed to do this mix as I intended. Some of the movements are too stiff. Part of the problem was the need to balance in a mask with limited visibility on a burnt fallen beam with protruding nails, with the possibility of falling on the same ones lying nearby. But is this an excuse? I need to practice more.

But overall, I'm very pleased with what I've achieved so far.

A funny story as a bonus. At the end of the shoot, I accidentally scared off a couple who decided to retire to an abandoned deserted (as they assumed) building.

Judging by their faces, they definitely did not expect the appearance of a human in a mask, unusual clothes, and twirling a scepter in their fingers.

For my part, I didn’t expect to see them either. Normally, I would be extremely embarrassed to catch someone in such an intimate moment.

But this time, I was overcome by a wave of unexpected mischief. I giggled, pirouetted to go out and chirped to them over my shoulder: “Oh, don’t pay attention, I’m just a tooth fairy flying about its business, consider that I’m no longer here!”.

I hope I haven't completely ruined their mood.

P.S. And, yes, the video is a little about me too: I’m usually a reserved person, but sometimes... drama happens.

[cotl-flower-crown]

Wip showcase

I most likely won't be finishing any of these WIPs, but I figured that I might as well show them off already

This might be a bit long

Obligatory Bishop doodle

They turned out a bit boring tho. I wanted to redraw them properly, both with their bishop forms and follower forms, but I don't think that's happening any time soon.

The Lamb before the execution, aka Kora

That is Angel, before they became the Leader. They were born in the Lands of the Old Faith right before the Sheep Genocide begun. Them and their parents were fated to live a life on the run. It wasn't always bad, but it wasn't easy. Their parents sacrificed a lot to raise them. As you can see one of the sketches is unfinished.

Cotltober "You are what you eat" prompt

Gave up halfway into this drawing, but I think it would be a waste not to show it off. Like to think that the Lamb actually devours the hearts of the bishops to get upgrades

Cotl Red District (gang au) oc

A red panda that Grinder used to know very well in his high school years

Angel's harem

Yes, Angel was supposed to have a harem. Funnily enough, most of them are women. Even funnier, only one of them is not jealous of the other spouses. I wouldn't be surprised if Angel thought for the longest of times that they were a lesbian. First one is Nana, the first follower of the Lamb, second is Ruri, third Sylvia (my OC) and at the last is Narinder, the latest addition to the team. The wives tend to exclude him though, due to the clear favorism from Lamb's side. Well, mostly Nana does, the other two understand Lamb's infatuation.

I wanted to make more doodles of them interracting with each other and a relationship chart, but I've been putting it off for a long time already and I doubt I'll ever get to it

And lastly there is a series of VERY rough sketches for Red District AU lore Those were supposed be Lambert's Isaac's (yes, I changed his name) family photos to depict the family dynamic in his life before he met Grinder

The first one is a wedding photo of his parents. They married young, Isaac's father is beaming, while his mother has more of a toned kind of happiness on her face. She's posing, which is going to be a pattern in these photos.

Second depicts the parents holding their first son, Isaac's older brother. They both look very happy, as they pose for the picture in embrace. A nice heartfelt photo.

Third one is where the tone shifts. It was taken some time after Isaac was born. His father, looking noticably more tired, holds newborn Isaac, while the mother happily clings to her first born son. Shouldn't it be the other way around though? Notably, there is also a bit of a space between the parents, they no longer as much as touch each other.

Fourth one is taken after the birth of Isaac's younger sister. There's notable variety of expressions here. Most of them are clearly forcing themselves to strike a nice pose for the photo. Couldn't hide father's judging look as he observes his wife holding a child that looks vastly more different than any of them, nor could it hide the mother feeling said look like sins crawling on her back. It kinda looks like the parents just finished an argument. Why did they decide to keep it?

Fifth picture is a graduation day for Isaac's brother. The mother is leaning on her unimpressed first son proudly, while holding her daughter closely. Meanwhile Isaac and his dad stand around as if they're not supposed to be there, tired, but still smiling for the picture. Isaac is notably thinner and than anyone else in the photo.

Sixth sketch is about Isaac's graduation. The older brother is not in the picture anymore, off in the college, arguably couldn't bother. Isaac is flusterred by the attention he's getting from his dad, who's clearly doing his best to make up for the lack of attention from his mother. She's just there to strike a pose and look pretty, holding her lovely daughter as if trying to shield her from Isaac.

Seventh picture is of Isaac's sister and her graduation. For one reason or the other, Isaac and his older brother are not in the view. Her mother haven't been this happy since the birthday of her first son, while the sister herself looks more like she's trying her best not to cry. At that point the young girl looks vastly more different than how she looked when she was a child, and clearly she's not happy. Meanwhile the father looks too tired to even acknowledge her hidden despair.

Eighth picture is a complete family photo with the parents and their grown up children. The eldest doesn't seem to care at all, the youngest looks clearly uncomfortable with the presence of either of her older brothers, and Isaac is trying his best to ignore his mother's killer stare with a cute pose. She's clearly not happy with his presence there. The father tries to pleadingly look at his wife, but she doesn't even acknowledge him.

Nineth picture... Welp It is chaos. While Isaac is strangling his mother on the dinner table, the sister is cowering in the corner as their father is rushing in to help in panic. The eldest brother, who's haven't been off his phone the entire time is taking the photo among many.

The dialogue in the 10th picture goes as follow, in case my writing is too hard to read. It was written before I decided to change Isaac's name: Grinder: "Lambert, this is a proof of crime. I think you should get rid of it." Lambert/Isaac: "Aww, that's my favourite one tho!"

Thanks for reading!

[thegoldencontracts]

Is it just me, or is Azul's whole character arc contain some really good commentary on modern society (Particularly the hyperindividualistic grind/self improvement/hustle culture)?

I know this seems like a curtains are just blue moment but hear me out-

A man of a minority race in his country, bullied for not being conventionally attractive, for not being athletic, for his race, really, his- everything. And how does he react to it?

He grinds to improve himself. He chases after increasing numbers—more money, more talents, more, more, more. He becomes skinny. He becomes a human. He becomes talented and powerful.

But is this really the best way for him to react? Hell no! If everything was right, he would've been given a place to find solace, a therapist, a healthy outlet for his emotions. But no such place exists. All he can do to find comfort is furiously chase after self improvement, more and more until he can't even be sure if it's really improvement anymore.

I've seen this kind of thing. Online, and in real life. People—particularly men, but I've also seen it happen to women—who are treated poorly by their peers, who aren't given a safe place to recover and share their emotions, who end up learning hard into self improvement.

And so Azul, like these people. becomes fit and talented and human. But... is he happy?

Well, he's on the verge of overblot by the time we meet him, and he has heavily disordered eating patterns, so that question answers itself. He seems happy to an undiscerning eye, maybe. Successful, a teenage owner of a successful business. But he is certainly not happy.

And Jade and Floyd, though they're his friends, certainly, don't act like it. They struggle to admit they care, straight up calling themselves "business parters." Isn't that a thing in a lot of men's friendships nowadays? Where unabashed affection is seen as "cringey" or "lame"? They're concerned for him and his issues, clearly, but they still make insensitive jokes about it at times (I'm looking at you and the fat jokes, Jade Leech).

Azul is miserable. But still, even though he has friends, he has no healthy outlet for it. What does he do instead? Grind for more. And in the process, he hurts other people, too. He is, in his current state, not the best person. Because of his trauma, he's hurt others, taking their talents and even forcing them into servitude.

A lot of people stuck in hustle culture do absolutely shitty things. And like with Azul... there's no excuse for it. Seriously. I love Azul, but I will be the first to admit, he's not a good person.

But then the overblot happens. He loses his life's work. But is that really so bad when his life's work was a collection of times he'd hurt other people? Yes, a particularly shrewd individual could say "Well, he earned those talents, fair and square. He always delivers on his end of the bargain." But we don't know that for sure. Especially since we've seen him use the fact that a magicless sixteen year old is having access to food and shelter held over their head by the supposed "responsible adult" in order to take their home. Yes, this was likely his worst moment. Still— him losing the contracts wasn't so bad. I think it was a wake up call for him.

Unfortunately, though, because of all the turmoil he was already dealing with, unresolved trauma, and just general assholery Leona was partaking in, he snaps. And he, again, hurts people.

Azul isn't sent to jail, or fined beyond belief, or turned into a disgrace, or anything. He is told, forthright, especially in the manga, that though what he was doing was unequivocally wrong, he still has the work ethic he's built. He sees that, in their own way, Jade and Floyd will be there for him.

Because he's done bad things, and lost himself quite a bit, but he's still young. He can improve, and though he definitely doesn't seem to, a good observer can notice quite a few things. Him being forthright with Riddle in Book Six. Eating treats in the Glorious Masquerade. Book Six especially shows his own weird kindness, I would say, with how he helps save the world—"but only for the stock market", of course. And especially with him and Riddle's interactions.

In our society, so many of the things people grind for, hurt others for, likes, follows, status, wealth—these things can vanish in an instant. If you're even falsely accused of a crime after years of hard work, there is a good chance you won't have a job by the time the issue is resolved. A single scandal or controversy can all but wipe our your follower count. These things, though we can't always see it, just like Azul couldn't, are as fragile as the paper of the golden contracts.

But you still have yourself. Azul still had his work ethic. Those contracts are never coming back. Maybe that's for the better. But even at Rock Bottom, Azul persisted. His life probably seemed like it was over. He overblotted in his own restaurant, he'd lost his own life's work, and people saw him at his most vulnerable.

And for a lot of people, these kinds of things happen, and they, too, must persist. Though I don't want to go into details about it because it's a bit personal, I had a moment like this too. But after a long, long time, and a lot of work, things got better, and I found a new normal.

Do I think that all stories end with relative happiness like Azul's, or even mine did? No. Definitely not. I'm not even trying to say this is about the value of persistence. But Azul's story really does remind me of a lot of people, particularly young men, who get roped into hustle culture. Who do and say shitty things for their own gain.

It's just an interesting thing, honestly. Kinda makes me wanna write a fic where he gets talked down by an activist who tells him his ideals are the product of a toxic capitalistic society that shuns talk of feelings and anybody that isn't seen as productive enough because holy shit he reminds me of at least three people I know and they all need a therapist