#miss fortuna fortunes

[quoria]

Miss Fortuna's Latest Horoscopes! Find them in a paper near you.

[torgawl]

if wriothesley doesn't appear in any quest once we get to remuria, what even is the point?

the parallels between wrio and king remus are crystal clear. remus who descended upon meropis (a name very familiar to anyone who knows of the fortress of meropide) in his golden fortuna, the legendary ship of remus that is also called the bringer of civilization and glory (wrio who built a ship to deal with the misfortune upon fontaine) is an example of it.

wrio also has connections to hades with the cerberus motif as guardian of the underworld. it's curious that the tower in remuria is described not only as not built to receive heavenly oracles, serving as a guide to ships traveling between islands, but also as a border of reality and dreams. if this is not necessarily literal but a metaphor or allegory, it could fit very well with the idea of a portal between domains or realms, like life and death.

wriothesley also parallels another character in the genshin universe and that person is arlecchino. they were brought up as orphans, taken in by an institution with corrupted leaders, which they reformed and achieved a leading position of. and funnily enough, she has ties to purgatory (a place for punishment, much like the fortress). as i have said in another post, purgatory has been described by dante as a tower leading to heaven. but we also know that celestia in the genshin world is associated with the demon realm - archons being named after ars goetia, an anonymous grimoire on demonology. although the concepts aren't the same in theory, is it impossible that the game has used elements of both? wriothesley and arlecchino's themes are similar enough to overlap. even though i don't expect wriothesley to be lore revelant anymore, i do think his ties to remuria and his role as someone who punishes others for their sins, much like arlecchino, is very much purposeful.

[misscromwellsmonocle]

The poem O Fortuna in the Carmina Burana manuscript (13th century)

The poem, a complaint against the goddess of fortune, was masterfully composed by Carl Orff in 1934-35 (listen here).

[kraymerman]

I got this idea of the goddess Moira. She's the goddess of luck, pleasant things, and the arts (especially performing arts). I've never really considered myself a religious person, but convincing myself she exists has actually helped me deal with a lot of my existential dread.

See, Moira controls the tide of good luck and bad luck, peering into the lives of mortals and the greater multiverse and granting boons and banes in equal measure. She doesn't do this because she hates or loves certain people (with the exception of actors on their performing nights, she loves them then), she does it because she finds it entertaining. Reality is a stage for her to mess with through her bending of luck.

Normally that would make things worse I feel, but I, like any self-respecting thespian, get off on the high from being on stage, stripping my soul bare for the audience to witness, so it makes me happy to think that, whatever I'm going through, whatever twisted shit is happening in the world, at least we're putting on a good show for somebody.

That makes me happy.

[annaimaginenow]

[myownwholewildworld]

faber est suae quisque fortunae (a "per aspera ad astra" drabble)

main masterlist | series masterlist | read on ao3 pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: marcus would die for you. literally. a/n: this is a drabble from a whole story i didn't think i'd write into a fic but maybe i should?? idk c': comments, likes and reblogs are really appreciated! <3 warnings: kissing, an unhealthy dose of angst. that's it really. w/c: 579 (a baby)

“You shouldn’t be here, Carissima (dearest),” Marcus’ coarse voice was just but an inaudible whisper, his dry, chipped lips moving against yours.

His warm, wounded hands cradled your face, his thumbs swiping the salty tears falling from your tired, reddened eyes. A sob tore through your throat, unable to control the fountain of mixed feelings boiling inside you, giving way to desperation.

You were certain you were about to lose him. The man who had stood by your side through thick and thin in the last few months; the only shoulder you had allowed yourself to cry on. The rock who had kept you afloat since the death of your husband, no matter how treacherous the ocean of your emotions was. Marcus had been the only true constant for the past year of your life; the only person you could rely on and bring you comfort. The only one you would trust.

And because of that, because of his loyalty and devotion to you, he was going to die a traitor. Long forgotten were his sacrifices for the Roman Empire — his whole life committed to serving Rome, his own son slaughtered to quench the thirst of Rome. None of it had mattered.

Your father, Emperor Traianus, would have his head before he could have your hand. In your father’s eyes, Marcus had betrayed his trust, having been accused of treason. Traianus had even ventured to say Marcus had killed your late husband so he could have you. Nonsense, for you knew the truth.

You nuzzled your cheek against the palm of his calloused hand and kissed the rough skin, hugging him tighter. Only leaned back slightly to study his handsome, beaten face. A split eyebrow, a bloodstain on the white of his left eye, a broken bottom lip — your fingertips traced the map of his skin, guilt engulfing you.

“I’m so sorry, Marcus. Had I known this was how it all would unfold—” your throat clamped, your lungs exhaling all air within them in a painful wail.

“I would have done nothing different, my lady. Nothing,” he emphasized, his fingers cupping your chin to tilt your head up. “I made my choice and made my peace with it too. None of this is your fault.”

Tears sprung again to your eyes as Marcus leaned forward to press a heartfelt kiss to your forehead, his soothing touch lingering for a few seconds before he kissed the tip of your nose, then your cheeks — leaving a love trail on your skin down to your trembling lips. His mouth ghosted over yours before he pecked your bottom lip asking for permission.

Sinking your fingers in the nape of his neck, you kissed him as if your life depended on it — perhaps because it did. You sought his tongue, his sweet taste soon flooding your senses. He tasted of longing, of love, of missed opportunities, of goodbye.

But not of regret. Never of regret.

“Tomorrow I’ll die, however I won’t be giving my life for Rome but for you. There’s no better death than that. Rome has taken enough from me, won’t take my last dying breath too,” Marcus muttered, his lips pressed against your ear. “My last breath is only yours.”

Bowing your head down, you buried your tear-ridden face in the filthy tunic covering his chest.

How badly you wished it wasn’t true. But it would be, because you both had been the artisans of your own fortune.

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the february fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Time Stamp: Valentine's Day from Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (E, 1.7k, established relationship, romantic trip, valentine’s day) A romantic weekend away for Valentine's Day

໑ i want real love baby (don't leave me waiting) by loulovep (NR, 2k, established relationship (or not?), farmer harry, city boy louis, fluff, valentine’s day) Harry thought of the perfect date for (his boyfriend?) Louis. Nothing goes to plan.

໑ a little bit of you by @lvinlou (T, 2.3k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o, fairy louis) Louis is a cute omega who loves autumn and baking cupcakes. However, when he goes to the supermarket to get the last ingredient for his recipe, strawberry jam, he meets Harry, a grumpy alpha who is unwilling to hand over the last jar.

໑ your face is like a melody by @meloummy (NR, 2.4k, alternate universe, friends to lovers, singer louis, stage fright) Where Louis is a singer who needs his boy in the most critical moments.

Or where Harry helps his superstar and shows him how much he loves him.

໑ I'm gonna love you forever and ever by houisminou (M, 3k, established relationship, a/b/o au) louis is independent, he is a free omega, except when he is with his alpha, then he just wants to be holded and taken care of

໑ the prints of your hands are still on my canvas by puppyvirginloui (NR, 4.5k, exes to lovers, a/b/o au, nesting, jealous harry) Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat.

And then Harry shows up. (Again.)

໑ no one's gonna take my soul away by puppyvirginloui (spanish, NR, 6.7k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, dark fic, shapeshifting, read tags and author’s note) Nunca te metas con un omega en celo.

໑ and then, i wait there for you by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess (M, 9k, established relationship, marriage proposal, valentine’s day, miscommunication) Harry has always dreamed of having his “happily ever after”, but hasn't found the right one yet. Suddenly, he meets Louis.

໑ Fortune cookies by DaxitaIsDaydreaming (spanish, T, 10.6k, friends to lovers, valentine’s day) Louis y Harry han sido amigos desde que tienen memoria. Catorce años, para ser justos. Están enamorados el uno del otro pero ninguno cree conveniente confesarlo por temor a perder la amistad que han construido durante todos estos años. Sin embargo, San Valentín les tiene preparado una sorpresa. Un pequeño empujón en forma de galletas de la fortuna. Depende de ellos el futuro de su relación.

໑ The Unsuccessful Promise by @trysomecats (T, 15k, enemies to lovers, a/b/o au, high school) At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who has already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis' doting and exasperated parents.

໑ Gemini Rising by Speechless (E, 23.4k, roommates au, quirky harry, frustrated louis, angst and humour) Louis might as well give it a shot.

Maybe - just maybe - if he starts crossing boundaries in the same reckless way Harry does, that lunatic will get the message.

So he starts invading Harry's space any way he can think of.

໑ You Bring Blue Lights To Dreams by @starryhazelou (E, 30k, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, cowboy harry, veterinarian louis, light angst) Finding your soulmate had been described to Harry as, “finding the answers to the universe.” As the years passed, he would become restless trying to find his. Everyone was born with identical birthmarks on their bodies tying them together. With the combination of living in a small town, along with having a mark that was constantly obstructed by clothing, he was beginning to lose hope.

໑ the road not taken by teenytinytomlinson / @hs3lt2 (E, 35k, friends with benefits, famous harry, non-famous louis, holidays) The one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired au.

໑ give my love a four letter name by @levelofcharm (E, 46.6k, enemies to lovers, angel/demon relationship, angel louis, demon harry, supernatural elements) Louis hates Harry because he's a demon. Harry hates Louis because Louis hates him. Things change.

໑ Paradise is getting closer by louislovesh28 (M, 52.6k, friends with benefits, supernatural au, hunter louis, journalist harry, read tags) Louis hated his life, which consisted only of death and destruction. Despite the lives he had saved and continued to save, a part of him couldn't feel satisfied.He had been the one who gave up a normal life and although he knew what was to come, the loneliness had never left him in all these years, not even for a second. He felt it in his heart every time he approached a target, he felt it in the few minutes before falling asleep in his dingy car or while he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before setting off again, and he felt it every time he closed that door behind him.

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[rosemariad]

SUPERNATURAL SEASON 15 - final season - bitter end part 2

See p1 here | https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761290454081929216/supernatural-season-15-final-season-part-1-i

OH MY LORD – FINALLY – a FUCKING APOLOGY, from Dean. Winchester.

And it happened in purgaytory 😉 lol. Moment of silence for dead Benny :/

I wish we could've gotten a shot of Cas listening to him. We've always seen Dean pray to Cas but we never see Cas hear them on his end, like when Jack was hearing Sam's prayer. I think that would've been dope as fuck to see Castiel's reaction. When Cas & Dean finally do catch up to one another, Cas seems so...reserved. I feel like He knew DAMN well (like 90%) what Dean might say (or maybe he's so in denial about the possibility that Dean could return his affections in that way)

How are we almost halfway to the end and this is the first time we’ve seen Jack at all during this FINAL season? You introduce him in episode 12.23, you kill him (twice) and we don’t even get to see how he’s doing? We know he’s in the empty from 14x20’s closing montage.

15x10 was a pretty decent episode since we got to see Garth again ☺️ & he's settled into the domestic life with his wife Bessie - they had twins and a older daughter & neither child is named after Dean (🤣 Serves him right these days, since he's being such a douche!) wonder why Garth chose to name his baby after Cas though…did they ever interact? I don't recall…Watching Sam meet baby Sam is precious

(also how wild is it that the Garth & Benny actors are a married couple now? SPN man, they should've had a dating show given how many relationships came outta 1 production that lasted 15 yrs!)

Watching Sam sniff and cough & sneeze post-COVID is wild!

Taking on that giant monster was Hilarious - this was what SPN was missing - definitely peak content! Look at those hunter guys get reduced to regular chumps 🤣 fantastic!

Was Dean scared of the dentist? Had he ever BEEN to a dentist? Wow John, you couldn't take your son to a damn dentist - with all the junk food that boy eats? Even so, you want him running around without teeth?

Watching Sam writhe around with some cure all Bessie learned from her dad (he's dead I guess?) was equally hilarious!

WTF was with Dean's hallucination? These writers are trippin - out of all the things you could've done, you make Dean & Garth tap dance? What was the point? And some oldies shit? Sure Dean would've been exposed to reruns of the good ol' days but that’s never really been his interest before? And the lamp at the end? TF? I've read some posts about what others thinking it all means but I say the artistic direction is wack. But all aside the dentist Garth bit is awesome!

Garth couldn't have said it better - being the hero/protagonist is a drag - more so for comic book heroes cuz of the tragic backstory but in the Winchesters' case - it suuuuuuuuuucks.

I'm all for some Winchester humble pie. SPN should be normal people problems show mixed with cooky supernatural shenanigans. It would never get old 😂

Dean why did you think you could gobble down 7 grilled cheese sandwiches - all that dairy - oh man. So I guess that's normal for him…bad, real bad. Normal Dean would be dead in a week 🤣🤣

Anyway Garth swooping in to save the day for a change, is a welcome change ☺️ [is this the last time we'll see him in the show though? 😥]

Interesting how they seem to keep switching back & forth between how hopeless the odds are in going against the big G.O.D. to no we're gonna find a way cuz we're the Winchesters & that’s what we do. Yeah okay 🤣

Jack's been hunting & eating Grigori hearts - damn. Not looking forward to why…

Meanwhile we get more backstory on all the other gods in human history through Fortuna, goddess of luck/fortune? Interesting, it seems like God allowed others to be worshipped so they could suffer the bad PR when things when wrong for people & they would get the blame (pretty sure plenty people still blame God for bad stuff all the time — like Dean 😅).

Good for Sam fighting for those people stuck under Fortuna's thumb. Small victories though…

Kaia survived, but I know we'll never see her again now. No reunion w/ Claire, or the others…wah 😔 meanwhile Alt!Kaia is definitely dead, we saw her face her end - way to take out that plot device writers 🙄

Dean seems pretty gung-ho on taking out God & Amara - buddy I know you feel helpless but there is no cosmic entity that is gonna be on your side all the time. The control freak inside him is going rabid y'all he's convinced that it’s the only way out but neglects to answer the question - if God (and Amara - cold by the way - is he punishing her for Mary? Amara was the one who brought her back in the first place) is taken out, what happens to the universe?

Jack is still giving me those intern vibes - Cas WTF were you thinking? I know you didn't forget about that deal…but damn if he ain't a team player, always willing to risk it all to help his precious Dean bean & the baby bro Sam.

I love how the brothers took Jo/Anael at her word - like really? There was no other way to investigate the veracity of her story than by simply going to hell? Really? Also they couldn't squeeze in Rowena for 1 final appearance? Boo!

And what was Anael's last line about? What friends could she possibly be talking about? Did God have her set this up? Lead the guys on a wild goose chase to waste time? Who fucking knows anymore, but I guess it doesn't matter as this is technically Anael (& Ruby's) final scene in the show.

Ruby you're screwed - there's no way she got out and no way to know - anyway onto the plot!

Look at this family shot - precious!

So between this episode & 12x07 Sam's superpower is handling doors - keeps them open when he needs to & closed when he has to. Sam, keeper of the doors!

The Empty & Death Billie teamed up? Oh shit, that's gonna backfire fast!

Classic Dean Winchester move to call your beloved an idiot when you almost lost him….again. I can't keep track of the various close calls this angel had over the years.

Best gem of 15x13 - the Alternate Sam & Dean - affluent dudes who were raised by a successful business savvy John Winchester who raised his sons with a modicum of respect & some fashion sense it seems all the while building a supernatural hunting empire spanning the entire globe (damn). And at the end they went to Brazil? So canonically there's 2 sets of Sams & Deans running around - too bad nothing else will come out of that…they should've stolen the Impala - that shit would've been hilarious.

After all these years we finally got to see THE Garden of Eden. It would've been cool to see it sooner in the show but oh well. The trip seems to have given Jack the ability to feel again, get his soul back. And he is wracked with guilt over Mary as if we didn’t have enough of that to deal with…

The words you're looking for guys is I FORGIVE YOU! Like he's a kid, it was an accident & he's clearly fucking sorry for it, the guilt is tearing him apart, you're not blind you can see it but God forbid either Winchester just says the magic words.

Now Mrs. Butters - I'm not cool with that shit at all. I peeped immediately based on the 1st scene that she wasn't there willingly. Why would she? She's a fucking wood nymph and while there's a bunch of trees outside, the bunker sure as shit ain't no forest. Someone forced her to work in that bunker & the fact that imagery of Cuthbert Sinclair keeps coming up confirms it.

She was probably their slave - that's so fucked. And Sinclair tortured her into obedience. That poor creature…she deserved so much better. shame on Sam & Dean for using that poor woman - you can't find the time to cook & clean up after yourselves? - I know Dean is good at it. But no, SPN had to set women back decades and force Mrs. Butters into waiting on them hand and foot. Shame, damn shame. Thankfully they eventually let her go, but only cuz Jack's life was in jeopardy and god forbid the Winchesters lose their handy ace in the hole when their maid/slave gets murderous. Really Dean, ‘just start over’?!, she threatened your kid you dumbass, do you really want someone to take care of you that fucking bad? WTF?!?!

All those feasts & Cas never showed up once -- bullshit!!!! Bullshit I say!

Apparently when Cas does eventually return to the screen & wraps up some trouble w/ Jack (aww he wanted to wear matching ties! And he has a teddy bear? Did Cas give him one? He gave one to Claire a couple of seasons ago) jack spills that he's meant to die & sacrifice himself to take out God & Amara. I know you're not on board Cas but speak up. Why is everyone so afraid to stand up to Dean Jesus Christ. He's just a man, sure he'll punch you but that just means you hit back or you know, don't let him punch you!

We get 1 final glimpse into Sam & Dean's childhood. Pro tip Dean: if you want your baby bro to stick around, don't ridicule his goals or call him stupid. Just a thought (I know he's a kid himself but that's what I would've said to the kid) but hey ultimately none of it matters right, jeez 😒

The lady lied to the brothers to get them to show up, did you ever think to incentivize them with money? It wouldn't take much, they probably wouldn't even take it or you know just tell them the truth, they're hunters it's what they do.

It's the baba yaga? It almost got to Dean but thankfully Sam was conveniently there to break the spell or whatever was gonna try to make Dean kill himself. The vic, Travis, apparently had the entity's ring all this time so it's back for revenge? And to eat ofc it's hungry. Too bad she failed cuz she's dead as one of the final MOTW ever on SPN. And just when we thought Dean made progress he ruins it by being supremely committed to Billie's plan -- cuz God forbid Sam bring up ethical questions into plotting someone's murder Dean, even if it is about cosmic entities and you know, your kid, Jack. Will the real Dean Winchester stand up cuz I think he wouldn't do this under any other circumstances. If I were Sam I would've jumped out of that car in pure disgust. Sam seemed inclined to do that.

Anyway the Jack suicide bomb plan ultimately didn't matter either cuz Amara ends up siding w/ Chuck after he makes her see that Dean was actually planning on killing her along w/ her brother.

Side bar - I love how she just had a whole season's long vacation just enjoying what the planet had to offer before her end. Can't say she didn't try to work things out - with the Winchesters or God. But hey, I know what's up - it's all about the men in this show 🙄

Saying Jack's not family - how fucking dare you! but also another example of inconsistent behavior from Dean - 1 minute he's concerned, the next he's dismissive & neglectful, then the next he cares (emotional whiplash), then he sees Jack as nothing more than a loose-end for fuck's sake Dean pick a lane & make up your damn mind, fuck!

Anyways, Sam should've smacked the shit outta Dean. He deserves it. But I get it Dean, you can't live w/o Sam or Cas but watching Jack die is no big since he took your mommy away, whatever asshole. Then he feels bad, but I feel it's only cuz he can't sit pretty on his high horse knowing the kid heard how little Dean cares for him right now.

Why did Sam & Cas let Jack run off w/ Dean? I sure wouldn't have 😡.

So because Billie's plan went tits up (big surprise there & really Billie you were expecting them not to fuck up, really?) God escaped & in the next, infamous episode of 15x18 people start getting Thanos'd. Endgamed. Disappeared.

Alt!Charlie & her girlfriend Stevie - gone. Eileen, Sam's current GF, gone. Alt!Bobby, gone. The other folks from Apocalypse World - gone.

But Donna gets got too - because Sam & Dean intervened all the way back in her premiere episode (was that season 8? I forget). Did everyone just get disappeared - like everyone Sam, Dean & John saved (that's my headcanon anyhow)? But it doesn’t even stop there…

Hold up - wait a minute - I’m gonna talk about the Destiel moment in 15x18 but I’m gonna save it for a separate post cuz I got to get all that stuff off my chest…https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761296693532803072/the-bitter-end-spn-15x18-despair-about-that

Anywho:

Everyone gets disappeared. I see they were inspired by that Avengers movie 😅 I wonder if they went through the same experience the Marvel folk did canonically…(its that no one remembers what happened to them if they got blipped right?)

15x19 felt so rushed to me did anyone else feel that way?

Jack asks what happened to Cas (RIP you beautiful angel 😭) but Dean just offers a simple explanation. After countless days of misery and drinking, Jack prompts the brothers to drive around and Dean finds a dog only to have it disappear like everyone else - there's no way Chuck missed the dog, he just wanted Dean to bond with her so he could feel her loss too. Damn. So vengeful.

The Winchesters say they surrender but at this point I wouldn't believe them and apparently it was all part of their master plan. They ran into Michael (who's lost Adam at this point RIP Adam, again) and Dean calls Michael out as a daddy's boy but you would know wouldn't you Dean 🤣 game recognize game

When Dean got that phone call & ran up those steps, oh Dean you poor miserable bastard.

The devil, conveniently back from the void from whence he came, scrounges up a reaper - why are there reapers at this point (isn’t everyone gone anyways?) was she brought from the Empty? Kill her so she can be Death # 3 and open up the mysterious book that describes God's imminent demise but the devil killed her one more time before she could finish cuz he's God's favorite now (so he says Chuck says 🙄) pissing off Michael but as the brothers explained later this would all work in their favor but RIP Jessica - last female figure to be killed off on SPN? She basically died for nothing as Sam & dean came up w/ a new plan.

While the archangels squab, Michael gets the upper hand and finally kills Lucifer (so how was this fight going to devastate the planet cuz the bunker didn't even get messed up or nothing - very underwhelming since this is technically the last we’ll see of the devil in the show) & later Michael snitches to God when everyone drives out to summon Chuck to try killing him off once and for all. Then Michael dies cuz God is tired of him I guess (sure he said it’s cuz Michael dique betrayed him but I mean do you even care about that?) sucks for Mike I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

All the celestial fighting was apparently powering up Jack after he juiced himself up for that bomb & couldn't kill off God sooner. by the end of the episode Jack siphons the remaining energy out of Chuck and instead of squashing him like a bug they all just decide to walk away, leaving Chuck Shurley a mortal, ordinary man to die off on his own (omg the way he squealed as he ditched him, geez 🤦🏾‍♀️).

This is why you should've just destroyed them Chuck! You'd think he'd know better than to savor their doom. Tsk tsk.

I would've shot him, burned him and had Jack disintegrate the ashes to nothing. But fuck being thorough I guess 🤣

Jack brings everyone back & leaves the brothers (I would've done the same, fuck those Winchesters, Sam's alright but Dean is just ugh at this point) & Aside from Rowena I can't think of anyone else who ends up with a win like Jack. He was born the Nephilim of Lucifer but ended up becoming a noble God.

I also gotta vent about that last episode - https://www.tumblr.com/rosemariad/761299089485889536/supernatural-season-15-the-bitter-end-series

[sgiandubh]

Sono d’accordo con te : sarà una cosa tranquilla . Quello che ha tenuto in piedi questa fiction non è solo la grande storia d’amore recitata da queste due persone , non la loro bravura , non la loro bellezza , non la loro generosità, ma tutto il fandom che voleva assistere , partecipare e magari costruire questa storia . Ma noi siamo solo spettatori davanti ad uno schermo e niente di quello che pensiamo e traferiamo sulla rete , può influire sul romanzo recitato e sulla vita vissuta. Per loro fortuna ( o sfortuna) la loro fama non è così mondialmente estesa e le dimostrazioni a favore o contro qualsiasi decisione personale non porterà cambiamenti a livello lavorativo o personale , così io spero. Ci mancano ? si , ci mancheranno? Forse per un po’ di tempo , in attesa di una nuova passione .

Dear (returning) @findanserwers,

Grazie mille per avermi inviato questa prospettiva molto equilibrata su qualcosa che mantiene centinaia di persone ancora interessate a questa storia. Lo pubblico con piacere, ma senza ulteriori commenti: penso che il tuo post ben pensato riassuma abbastanza bene la questione, per il momento. / Thank you so much for sending me this very well balanced POV on something that keeps hundreds of people still interested in this story. I publish it with pleasure, but without further comments: I think your well thought out post sums up the issue quite well, for the time being.

'I agree with you: it will be a peaceful thing. What has kept this thing going on is not only the great love story played by these two people, nor their skill, beauty, or generosity, but all the fandom that wanted to assist, participate and perhaps build this story . But we are only spectators in front of a screen and nothing of what we think and write on the Internet can influence the novel being adapted on screen and the life being lived off-screen. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for them, their fame is not so widespread worldwide and the demonstrations for or against any personal decision will not bring changes at a professional or personal level, or so I hope. Do we miss them ? Yes. Will we still be missing them? Maybe for a while, waiting for a new passion.'

Enisala Sunset. Picture taken by me back home, in October 2011.

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - 6

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Finally letting your feelings known. Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Epilogue

Warning: Mature rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injury. A/N: Thanks to @kaplerrr and @okayyadriana helping me with Spanish words :) if there are any mistakes. Please blame me not them.

“masterlist” 

“Doc.. Doc… Doctor MacTavish. MINI.”

Your hand trembled slightly, mid suturing, as your surgical assistant called out to you. Breaking you out from your intense concentration.

“I’ll finish up.”

“But..”

“You've done enough.”  You need rest. The unspoken words conveyed through the stern look. 

Before you can reply, he already nudges you gently to the side with his hip, not even giving you a chance to refuse. Passing him the instrument and after giving them final instructions, you left the theatre as the scout nurse shoos you out. 

Tearing off your cap and gown and throwing them into the bin, You stumble towards the sink. Looking up into the mirror as you splash some water onto your face, red rim eyes, dark eye bags and not to mention hair in disarray. Gez I really look shit. 

Giving yourself a good slap on the face, your mind finally gets a moment to pause and try to process through what has been happening in the last twenty four hours. Not even minutes arriving at the base you were shoved onto helo and straight into medevac mission. 

“SERGEANT MAJOR RODOLFO PARRA,YOU BETTER KEEP THOSE DAMN ASS EYES OPEN FOR ME OR ELSE!”

The panic you felt, it burns a hole in your heart. You have nearly lost all your hope as his vitals dropped and stopped responding to any stimuli. But you are Mini. The fierce and hot headed Doctor that is famous for never giving up on their patient. The Lady Fortuna. 

And today, you won again. Luck and fortune was on your side again.

What would you do if you didn’t?

Cursing yourself in your mind for that negative thought as you walked out of the theatre, you saw a figure immediately standing up from the bench from the corner of your eyes.

“Colonel.”

“What is the situation?” Cutting straight to the chase. You don’t blame him, this is his second in command and closest friend’s life on the line here. 

“We managed to stabilise him. Now it’s just waiting for him to wake up in recovery and hope for the best.” You roll your shoulders as you give him the postoperative rundowns. Eyeing Alejandro, you notice he didn’t come out of the mission unscathed himself. 

Grabbing his arm , you made a noise of disapproval, “You are injured as well, Colonel,  have you had someone look at you yet?”

“I am fine.” Alejandro waved off your concern lightly and frowned as he looked at your wearied form. “You look worse than me. You haven’t stopped the minute you got dropped off. Worry about yourself first.” You drop your shoulders and make a face. “Why is everyone trying to push me to rest?” “Because everyone knows you too well.” Pressing your shoulder, insisting you to take a seat. “Stay here.” he walked off after making sure you were not going anyway. 

Closing your eyes as you lean back in the uncomfortable hard plastic bench, exhaustion catching up to you all of sudden. Maybe you really should start doing what you preach, before you collapse and become a burden to others.

A gentle tap on your shoulder brought you back from your mind wondering. Alejandro standing there with two cups of coffee and crackers.

“Not quite sure how you take your coffee. I added a bit of sugar and milk into it.”

“Thank you Colonel.” Quietly thanking him, you only realise that you haven’t had any food or drink for the whole day. No wonder you were on the edge of collapsing. But then there were more pressing matters to think about, injuries to attend to, life to save. Especially someone you cared about so much, slipping away from your grasp. 

“He misses you a lot.”  Alejandro quietly mentioned it after a moment of silence. 

“I know.” Taking a sip of the coffee, contemplating if you should ask the question. You feel like you know the answer, you just want to be sure.

“Colonel.” 

“Hmm?”

“What did Rudy say before he fell unconscious?” picking on the edge of the plastic cup, "not my Spanish is the greatest.. But I think I …”

“I think it’s a question you should ask him directly when he wakes up." Gently cutting you off, “I can only tell you, never have I seen my brother so lost before. Nothing ever phases him, not even in the most dangerous situation. That is why he is my second in command. The one I trust to keep an eye on my back.”  Turning his head and looking at you with slight sadness in his eyes, “Thank you for saving his life, Mini.” 

Draining the rest of the coffee, and throwing the cup into the bin. “Come. I’ll take you back to the base.”

Clenching onto the cup tight, nearly spilling the content out, “No. I .. I want to wait for him to wake up.” I want to be the first person he sees when he opens his eyes. 

“You need rest.”

“I can sleep on the chair. I can sleep anywhere.” Pressing your lips tight, stubbornly refuse Alejandro’s offer. 

Shaking his head, Alejandro sighed. “They were right about you again. You sure are stubborn as they described.” Pointing to the little bag on the ground that you haven’t noticed before, “Sergeant Soap dropped off the bag for you before. I’ll ask the staff here to see if there is an On-call Staff room or bed for you to rest in.” 

Face heating up with slight embarrassment, you quietly thank him before he grasps your shoulder and turns towards the nurse station. 

Now it’s a waiting game.

Rudy slowly opened his eyes. White ceiling. Definitely not back at the base. He closes his eyes again as the intense pounding of headache and bright light hits him. Definitely still alive. From the amount of pain he is feeling all over. Unless he is in hell where this is probably a form of torture. For punishing people who have taken too many people’s lives. Innocent or guilty.

Hearing light snoring coming close to the edge of the bed, slowly and with difficulties he turns his head to check out the source of the sound. 

Well , maybe he is in heaven. Otherwise what would be the logical explanation that you are here with him. It must be part of the hallucination he was experiencing. He reaches his hand out, wanting to touch you, making sure you are real. 

You slowly stirred as his hand gently caresses your hair. Your head shoots up as soon as you register what is happening, gasping for air with realisation that he has woken up. 

“You ..are.. real.” Rudy blinked slowly, voice husky and coarse from lack of use. “You are here with me, mi amor…mi vida…”

Tears flooding over the edge of your eyes, you were overwhelmed by emotion and relief, months of pent up feeling, stress, regrets burst through the damn, flowing out from you all in one go. 

“Aquí estoy mi amor….I am so sorry.. So sorry….” You couldn’t stop your sobbing and hiccup as you grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight. Feeling his pulse, his warmth, him being alive.

“Why are you even apologising?There is nothing to apologise for.” he whispered as he returned your squeeze.

“I nearly lost you. If I didn’t get there in time.. If I didn’t manage to pull through that surgery.. If… “ you rambled on as you beat yourself with guilt, “I left you, and I nearly made the decision of not coming back, I would have lost the chance of telling you that I… I…. “ Taking in a deep breath as you look into his eyes, now with determination. You have to let him know. “That I miss you, I love you. I love you so much. I would never, ever, love anyone else like how I love you for the rest of my life.”

Rudy’s eyes widen with your bold confession. His heart aches as he takes in your features. Sadness and fatigue, how long have you been sitting by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up? 

Forgetting his own injury, he tries to push himself to sit up, wanting to get closer to you, to pull you into his embrace, to comfort you, to soothe your worries. He winced in pain as he felt a pull around his abs. You look down at his torso in alarm, a slight bit of blood starts oozing out from the site. 

“Stay down Rudy, you're going to tear out all your stitches and start bleeding again if you move too much!” you chided as you gently pushed him back down, immediately switching to doctor mode. “I didn’t spend hours and hours in the theatre trying to close your wound and to have you bleeding to death in this bed!” 

“Please don’t leave me. Please my love… I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me again.” He tenses up as you stood up and about to walk out of the room, the irrational fear flooding him, scaring you were going to disappear on him again. 

“I am not going anywhere.. I promise. Now rest..” You push the slightly overgrown fringe away from his forehead, leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the lip. “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”Your heart clenched at his desperate tone, “I need to go grab a nurse and some equipment,” pointing to his stomach, “and get that cleaned up.” 

With that reassurance and another kiss, this time you let your lip linger a bit longer over his,  Rudy closes his eyes again. He knows next time he opens them, you will still be with him. 

He can finally relax. 

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Another tarot card! Miss Fortuna as the Wheel of Fortune

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1st Edition of Miss Fortuna's Horoscopes! A new regular addition to your local paper.

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MASTERLIST FICS - BLOUIE VALENTINE EXCHANGE 2024

Fortune cookies Author: DaxitaIsDaydreaming Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 10,635 Summary: Louis y Harry han sido amigos desde que tienen memoria. Catorce años, para ser justos. Están enamorados el uno del otro pero ninguno cree conveniente confesarlo por temor a perder la amistad que han construido durante todos estos años. Sin embargo, San Valentín les tiene preparado una sorpresa. Un pequeño empujón en forma de galletas de la fortuna. Depende de ellos el futuro de su relación. Twitter post here.

the prints of your hands are still on my canvas Author: puppyvirginloui Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Not Rated Word Count: 4,563 Summary: Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat.

And then Harry shows up. (Again.) Twitter post here.

spring in your eyes Author: nouies Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Not Rated Word Count: 3,860 Summary: “Just Go with It” inspired AU where plastic surgeon Harry pretends to be married to his assistant Louis to avoid unwanted attention. Twitter post here.

I'm gonna love you forever and ever Author: houisminou Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,509 Summary: louis is independent, he is a free omega, except when he is with his alpha, then he just wants to be held and taken care of Twitter post here.

your face is like a melody Author: meloummy Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Not Rated Word Count: 2,400 Summary: “I will always be there to help you Lou, when you feel the tides of life are sinking you, just call me and I will come and be your lifeline and take you afloat.”

a drabble where Louis is a singer who needs his boy in the most critical moments.

Or where Harry helps his superstar and shows him how much he loves him. Twitter post here.

a little bit of you Author: lvinlou Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 2,301 Summary: Louis is a cute omega who loves autumn and baking cupcakes. However, when he goes to the supermarket to get the last ingredient for his recipe, strawberry jam, he meets Harry, a grumpy alpha who is unwilling to hand over the last jar. Twitter post here.

i want real love baby (don't leave me waiting) Author: loulovep Pairing: Louis/Harry Rating: Not Rated Word Count: 2,092 Summary: Harry thought of the perfect date for (his boyfriend?) Louis. Nothing goes to plan. Twitter post here.

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Fourteen

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

Word Count: ~4.1k

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The soft bubbling waters of your bath had been left behind. Morpheus had plucked your frail body from the fragrant water and carried you from the bath to your room. You shivered in his arms from the cold and almost instantly the room shifted to have a blazing fireplace. That heat felt heavenly on your skin but you were more interested in being warmed by Morpheus. Your feet dropped to the floor and you pressed your hands against Morpheus’s chest. 

“You are quite wet, mi Amor, you are dripping water everywhere,” You state softly, your fingers trailing over the ties of his long coat. Morpheus gazed down at you, softly and with complete adoration. You began pushing at the wet clothing. “Off.” Morpheus chuckled and let you work his jacket free from his body and push it from his shoulders. 

“I could always do this job for you, my beloved,” Morpheus told you, his eyes now glimmering with mischief. You returned the look, your lips twitching. 

“And take away my pleasure of undressing you, mi rey?” (My king) You countered with a smirk. “I think not.” Morpheus would never take away something that brought you such happiness… so he was content to wait a little while longer to have your bare body cradled against his naked skin. You ran your hand over the seam of his simple grey shirt, appreciating the softness of the fabric. “Fabric can be so soft in these times.” You mused quietly, your fingers running across his chest. 

“And I shall drape you in the finest so you may experience all that there is to revel in,” Morpheus promised you, unable to stop himself from reaching up and running his thumb along the curve of your jaw, ever so slightly brushing your lips. Oh, how he desired your touch, your kisses, your embraces, even your hand in his. You made him a better being, a better king, a better Endless. Morpheus’s eyes drifted shut for a few moments as your fingers crawled down his sides and slipped beneath his shirt. You pressed your palms against his side, relishing the way his skin felt. You had missed his touch more than you thought. You ached for it. 

It was near torture for the Endless as you ever so slowly drew your fingers upwards, gathering the hem of his shirt as you went. Your fingertips fluttered over his flesh like the softest of wings. Then you were dragging his shirt over his head. Morpheus’s hands slipped free of your body as you pulled his shirt free from his body, and the moment you did, your eyes ran over every millimeter of his sculpted chest in an inspection. Your eyes searched for any implication of trauma or wound all the while your fingers hovered over skin. You couldn’t see any physical evidence of wound or injury… but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been physically hurt. Morpheus, knowing exactly what you were looking for, took your hands in his. 

“I was not hurt, my beloved.” Morpheus gently reassured you. “My confined solitude was undisturbed until I was able to free myself.” You stared into his face, trying to see if there was any mistruth in his words. “I would never lie about such a thing to you, Y/N. The only one who has been hurt is you.” 

“You cannot fault them for being fearful of that which they were taught to fear.” You reminded him while letting your fingers trail over his palms and down his wrists. “You of all beings should know what fear does to humans.” You could tell that he wanted to argue against your words, argue that you had never deserved to be treated with such cruelty. That even the most basal of creatures didn’t deserve such inhume treatment. So you stretched up on your toes and kissed away any words that might have poisoned his tongue. Morpheus knew what you were trying to do, evade his protests, dismiss his attempts to be upset at your treatment… but you had your naked body pressed against his bare chest and your lips were so sweet. So he would give you this one, just this once. 

Morpheus molded his body against yours, nearly trembling himself from the feel of your skin pressed against his. Shifting his wrists from your grasp, he slipped his fingers across your upper arms and wrapped his own around your back. Sighing against Morpheus’s kisses, you ran your hands over his chest to appreciate just how beautiful your Endless lover was. He felt so wonderful beneath your fingers, but you desired to see all of him. So when Morpheus’s lips started pressing against the corners of your mouth and jaw, you opened your eyes and slid your hands down to his hipbones. Morpheus’s eyes glowed silver at the impish look in your eyes. 

“I am yours to do what you will, my Tyche,” He whispered to you, brushing his lips across the little mark left behind from when you had been struck in the face over a hundred years ago. Your proceeding smile was so sweet, that for a few moments, any other man would have mistaken you for an innocent angel. You were an angel... when you wanted to be… but right now you wanted to be a little devil. A little devilish vixen who was staring up into Morpheus’s eyes with a desirous look in your eyes. Oh, you wanted him alright, you wanted to devour him. He’d let you. You wanted to taste him again, to imprint him on your tongue, to put something other than devastation and pain in his eyes. Your eyes didn’t stray a millimeter from bright blue as you ever so slowly started sinking downwards. 

As you went, your nuzzled your nose over his carved abdomen, appreciating the sculpted muscles hidden behind alabaster skin. You would take comfort in that he remained unchanged in his captivity. Reaching Morpheus’s hip bones, you dug your fingers into dark jeans and pressed your lips repeatedly along the curve of one. Morpheus brushed a hand over your short spikes of hair, fingertips sliding across your scalp. 

“My beloved,” He softly rumbled at your slow movements. Morpheus had patience, he was not going to rush you… but after 95 years without your touch, without feeling your body again his? Morpheus wanted to feel you as soon as he could, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to caress your body, he wanted to be in you. But who was he to stop you from enjoying him?

“Sigues siendo tan hermoso, mi rey,” (You are still so beautiful, my king) You whispered, nuzzling his skin and sighing at the feel of him. Not wanting to waste any more time, your eyes flickered to the buttons and zipper of his jeans and you scowled. “Why have they made pants so hard to get off?” Morpheus chuckled at you as your fingers fumbled to get the dastardly jean off of him. At least you managed the button and zipper down but the material was just not behaving for you. 

“Would you like some assistance, my Tyche?” Morpheus offered with a teasing smirk. One glow of gold within your eyes took care of your denim issue… and the rest of Morpheus’s clothes as well. You smiled happily as your Endless lover chuckled further. 

“It was in my way,” You huffed at him, your eyes lifting to his. You had a gleam of narrowness within the depths of your irises. Morpheus raised a black eyebrow at you and stroked his fingers through your hair and down your cheek. 

“Apologies, my beloved.” He spoke to you. “But I do not set the fashion trends throughout time.” You huffed at him before turning your attention back to the great task at hand: reacquainting yourself with your king's body. With one hand resting on his hip, you hungrily eyed Morpheus’s glorious cock. Taking his cock in hand, you started with gentle strokes, enjoying the way that it swelled beneath your touch. You almost snickered from the way Morpheus curled his fingers back into your short hair. Just a few touches from you and he was already reacting to you? Perfecto. But you weren’t a mean lover, nor were you interested in torturing him any longer, so lowering your head, you licked a line from the base of his shaft to the head. It was serendipitous to feel the way his shaft twitched within your grasp and the sound that came from Morpheus. You wanted to hear it again. No, you wanted to hear more, so rather than waste time stroking, you went in for the kill. 

Lips parting, you gave the tip a lavish lick, then took him into your mouth. Your hot mouth worshipped his cock, sucking and swirling in all as if you were praying devoutly to an altar. Praying to him. You would if he would let you. Fingers dug into your hair in a harder grasp, tugging at the strands slightly. You sucked harder, continuing your strokes upon Morpheus’s shaft. He tasted like you remembered, salty with a touch of something you couldn’t place. Stars perhaps. You didn’t particularly care, you simply loved to make a being as powerful and eternal as an Endless crumble from your mouth and hand alone. Morpheus wasn’t opposed to your ministrations either, you had always taken his cock in hand, in mouth, and proceeded to suck all restrain from his body until he was bucking against your mouth and groaning intermittently between growls of pleasure. 

His fingers were knotted in your hair, helping to work your head up and down his cock. You were all too happy to take him as far as you could go, to his base. You wanted his swollen member thoroughly lavished and loved just as much as he worshipped you. Even with your throat seizing and gagging on his length, you pushed him to the back again and again. Then your ears picked up on the soft words of old. Morpheus was close, quivering with barely restrained power. You wanted him to let go, feel pleasure for the first time in 95 years, and you coaxed him to it. He came with a dark growl, his seed rushing into your throat fast and hot. You basked in his pleasure, feeling pleasure just from his pleasure. Just as you were swallowing the seed you had pulled from Morpheus, he was yanking you from your knees. Your body crashed into his chest as Morpheus’s mouth descended on yours, demanding immediate entry. You didn’t hesitate to part your lips, draping your arms around his neck and pressing your naked body closer to his. 

With fevered kisses and a tongue sweeping into your mouth, Morpheus kissed you with unrelenting passion. You could feel the high of his orgasm still running through his body. Tongue licking at your own and tangling with yours, you moaned into his mouth. Your lips were sparking with electricity, making the sensitive flesh tingle and sting in the best and worst ways. You sunk into Morpheus’s deep and devouring kisses, knowing that he was just as starving for you as you were for him. Stretched up on your tip toes, you breathed out a shuddering breath against his lips when you had to part for air. Your eyes just barely peered up into stormy blue, tinged with silver, when you felt his muscles shift. The speed at which Morpheus moved was almost incomprehensible as one moment you were standing in his amorous embrace, and the next you were stretched out on your back in front of the crackling fireplace, thick furs beneath your body. Your breath hitched in your throat, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. 

“You had your turn, my queen, but your king wishes for his own,” Morpheus spoke to you from where he hovered over your body, his voice thick and deep. 

“Puedes tenerme, mi rey,” (You can have me.) You gently told him, your hands rising to caress his strong jaw. “Siempre me tendrás.” (You’ll always have me.) Desire burned bright within his eyes and he leaned down to steal another open-mouthed, tongue teasing, kiss, that had you mewling with complaint when he pulled away. “I know you are not teasing me in the worst ways only to pull back, mi Amor,” You lightly warned him, your breaths ragged and shallow as Morpheus kissed his way down your chin to your neck, and then shoulder. He was being rather hyperbolic with his lascivious kisses. Overextending them against your flesh and making a point to overindulge and swirl his tongue in a manner only the most precious deserved. You squirmed and whimpered, fully enjoying it, but also silently begging for more. 

Morpheus was not quick to express his love for you. He was painfully slow, methodical with his placement of kisses along the scars that mottled your skin, and unapologetic with the scrapes of teeth and swipes of tongue. Your neck was painted with his vivid love until your skin stung and you knew that evidence of your adoration would be present come morning. Then he reached your heaving breasts and took great pleasure in nuzzling them. He had missed everything about you and your body and Morpheus wasn’t shy to show it. One of your hands ended up in his obsidian locks, fingers winding the locks around in a tight grasp. As he turned his attention to your left thigh, your limb trembled in his grasp. Only you had ever touched the unsightly scars wrapping the circumference of your thighs. But Morpheus was determined to explore every part of your body, ugly or not. 

His lips brushed over your uneven skin, kissed the more unsightly spots, and lavished the marred skin until you were squirming beneath him. The whines coming from you fueled your Endless lover as he would drink in those sounds until intoxicated, and then drink some more. Morpheus’s desire for you was fathomless, and he proved so by claiming your scarred skin to the point where you could feel pleasure from that ruined skin. 

“Mi rey,” You softly groaned out, frustrated by his lack of progress toward what really ached. Morpheus’s softly glowing silver eyes peered up at you mid-kiss against your hip. You felt his mouth curve against your skin and a second later teeth were nipping your flesh. Your hips jerked as you let out a small squeal. “¡Dios mío, Morpheus!” You exclaimed sharply. 

“There is no god here, my queen, only you and I,” He purred against your flesh before burying his face within your parted legs. Your proceeding cry was so melodious Morpheus believed you rivaled Terpsichore, the muse of music, herself. He wanted to hear that dulcet sound again, so with his tongue searching, Morpheus flicked your clit and basked in the echoing sound of your pleasure. Your fingers dug harder into his scalp in response to his avid feast. It was hard not to tug on his once strands, his tongue was swirling across your cunt most greedily and after 95 years of going without him, you had forgotten just how generous your lover was. Or perhaps cruel, he had a tendency to drag out his torturous teases if he was so inclined. But right now all Morpheus wished was to reacquaint himself with your body and give you all the love he had to give and more. It wasn’t hard, you tasted of ambrosia and Morpheus was determined to lap up every drop your body expelled for him with eagerness. That hunger of his made your hips start to buck and shift in his grasp as you cried and whimpered. 

You felt like you were going to splinter into stardust beneath him, the entire room spinning as your back arched and you clawed at his scalp and shoulder. Chest heaving as your panted for air against the growing blaze of pleasure within your body, your legs started to shake violently in Morpheus’s grasp. The swollen folds of your flesh were soaked with your arousal and Morpheus groaned from your exquisite taste. Then he pushed his tongue into you, savoring the sweltering heat of your body. You wailed in response, feeling the cusp of ecstasy overcome you in an instant. Shaking violently, you came on Morpheus's tongue while your body twitched and strained against the assaulting waves of pleasure flooding your veins. It was pleasurable agony and you ultimately bowed to it. 

Your body dropped back against the thick furs beneath you, and you clenched your fingers on what you held so tightly. Nails dug into Morpheus’s shoulder, his hair was pulled taught against his scalp, the kiss of pain was pure ecstasy for him because it meant that you were experiencing ultimate pleasure. Rising from your cunt, Morpheus observed you carefully. Your thighs glistened with arousal, that same pleasure smeared across Morpheus’s face, and your body limp. Your breasts were rising and falling at a fast pace as you breathed heavily and your face was flushed and sweaty… you had never looked so beautiful. 

“Are you still with me, my queen?” Morpheus purred, slowly moving up your body. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, soaking in that softness he adored. He reached your breasts and nipped at your peaks, flicking his tongue across your nipples. You moaned beneath him, having just enough energy to shift and squirm. Morpheus chuckled. “Have I worn you out?” You cracked open your eyelids and eyed your lover. His eyes had turned completely silver with smugness. 

“Worn me out, mi rey? No, I’m afraid you will have to try harder if you wish for that.” You replied, strain thick in your voice. “I wish for more.” Morpheus raised his eyebrow at you. You wished for more? After such an energy-draining orgasm as that? How insatiable his little Spanish queen was… and hungry. Who has he to starve you of your craving? Then again, he was just as hungry as you. So running a caressing hand down your side, he enjoyed the way you shivered against his fingers. His bedeviled touch reached your patch of curls and pushed his fingers against them, sliding them through your folds. Your lips parted with a sweet moan. Morpheus drank in your pleasure-filled face and pushed you further. He dipped a single finger into your body and you squirmed. You were so hot and narrow around the digit, Morpheus shuddered at the thought of how you would feel wrapped around his cock. Squeezing his cock. You will certainly feel serendipitous. But he dared not sink into your body until you had been well prepared. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you after you had survived such trauma as you had. You weren’t feeling the same and complained. 

“Why must you drag this out?” Your soft murmured complaint slipped from your lips as Morpheus leisurely stroked your walls, he added a second finger, stretching you out further. You whined and bucked against his hand. Morpheus pushed his palm down against your cunt, forcing your hips back to the thick furs with a stern look. 

“Patience, my queen,” He murmured, dropping a few more kisses against the silky valley between your breasts. He brushed his lips upward, running them over your fluttering pulse to press against your jaw. His eyes stared firmly into yours. “I will not bring you more harm by hurrying, your body is not used to me.” You whined in further complaint and slouched back against the furs cradling your body. After all these decades of waiting, patience was the last thing you wanted. On his next stroke, Morpheus inserted a third finger. You winced at the painful stretch and he dragged his thumb across your bundle of nerves, soothing your hurt with a spark of pleasure. 

Morpheus’s face sooner returned to hover over yours as he consumed the little noises you made with drugging kisses. You responded by lifting your hands and cradling his face, pulling those tongue-tying lips of his closer to yours and swiping your tongue across his lower lip, demanding entry. Morpheus was all too agreeable to your demand, his lips parted, briefly sucking on your lower lip before making a demand of his own. He urged your tongue to twist against his until they slicked together in a tingling slide. You moaned into Morpheus’s ministrations, entirely forgetting about the stretching discomfort. A few minutes passed, but you were so wrapped up in Morpheus’s deep kisses to be aware of the passing time. However, Morpheus was acutely aware of how his fingers slipped in and out of your body with wet ease. Locked in the bliss of kissing your lover, you didn’t even notice the fingers slipping free of your cunt. 

Morpheus, with one hand cupping the back of your head, drew his cock up and down your soaked cunt. Then with slick ease, his cock sank into your body. You aired out a surprised noise in the back of your throat against his lips and tensed up as your body fought to overcome the intrusion. Morpheus’s forehead dropped to yours and whispered of ease and reassurances. While your walls did burn and sting, the overwhelming feeling of Morpheus within your body was everything you had dreamed of for 95 long years. He didn’t dare move until your body was once again accepting of what he had to give, so Morpheus slid his hand across your stomach. He caressed your skin and soaked in every quiver and twitch your muscles made. Then you bucked your hips against his, your hip bones touching his. 

Eyes narrowing to pinpricks, Morpheus sank his fingers into your short strands and pulled your head back. His mouth came down hard on yours in an aggressive kiss as he pulled his cock back until the head was the only thing your tight clenching walls had to cling to, then he thrust forwards. The proceeding gasp you made as he struck just the right spot within your body was instantly smothered by ravenous lips. As your mouths slid together, your breaths intermingling, Morpheus settled into a thrusting pace that seemed to drive deep into your body every time. One of your hands dropped to his shoulder and you scraped your nails along the taut skin. Oh, how you had missed his body on top of yours, weighing you down, rutting into you, making love to your body with deep desire and ease. 

Grabbing fistfuls of Morpheus’s hair, your lips broke apart as you panted, his cheek pressing against yours. Morpheus hungrily bit and sucked at your neck, reveling in how hard your cunt clenched around his cock yet easily let him slip in and out of your body. Your body recognized him. Growling into your neck, he sank his teeth into your flesh, drawing a delicious high-pitched moan from you as your arms wrapped around his back. You felt as if you were burning from the inside out with the way he made love to you, hard but loving. The thin sheen of sweat that gathered along your skin only made your body slide that much easier against his from the jolts of his thrusts. You cried out when his cock burrowed so deep he hit your cervix and a sharp burst of pleasure ripped through your abdomen. 

“Mi rey,” You rasped out, feeling as if he intended to permanently mark you as his so that you would always know who held your immortal heart. 

“Be my queen, Y/N,” Morpheus strained out, his thrusts increasing in tempo and depth. You thought you might fall apart beneath him. “Be my dream, be my queen, be my wife, be my everything.” He was near begging you now and your heart felt like it was going explode. Your lips parted to answer but for a few moments, all you could get out were strained moans and gasps. Morpheus dragged his lips up your cheek. “Be mine, Y/N, be mine.”

Your face was flushed with pleasure staring up into his intense eyes. Your fingers tightened in his wayward hair, your body writhing against the ever-expanding cock filling you to the brim with each stroke. Pleasure was no longer screaming in your veins, no, it was wailing at the top of its lungs along with the complete love and adoration you had for Morpheus. You finally eked out your final answer. 

"Yes, I’ll be your wife," You rushed out in one breath. Morpheus’s eyes glowed with the strength of a supernova, glittering and shining with stars. His body burned against yours and a sweltering orgasm exploded in your veins out of nowhere. You shook violently, coming around his cock hard while digging your nails into his scalp and flesh. Your pleasure had stolen your voice and sight, but you could feel and hear Morpheus joining you in exponential pleasure. His hips crashed against yours and he held them there as he emptied his release within your womb. The rush and high of your promise left you both lost in the stars. 

Date Published: 1/29/23

Last Edit: 1/29/23

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[carolinayourspiritmaster]

Since yesterday's post about glamour and beauty magic brought out so many interesting comments and ideas, I am continuing the subject with a second post answering those comments, in no particular order. I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying this conversation myself! Beauty and glamour magic are for EVERYONE, regardless of gender, age, size, health, or any other physical characteristics or situations. This is about loving yourself, about accepting yourself, about caring lovingly for yourself, and about the glow that emanates from you when you do that. Beauty and glamour magic have nothing to do with celebrities, influencers, or the cult of certain types of people – the moment you start following them, you are actually falling prey to THEIR kind of glamour magic, which is exactly the opposite of mine, and feeding them your attention. Don't give your energy freely to vampires; pay attention only to what and who empowers you. Beauty and glamour magic have everything to do with your cultural heritage, and with your right to define what beauty is for you, in your own culture's terms. It is embedded in your traditional medicine, in your traditional clothing and hairstyles, in your traditional dances. It is holistic, indigenous, and Ancestral. Beauty and glamour magic are revolutionary. Why? Because when you are glowing, self-empowered, and attracting abundance with your GLOW, you are stating that you cannot be manipulated, used, or gaslighted by others. And remember: if you need help with any of this, the Irresistible Fortuna group ritual is right around the corner, and selling like hotcakes, so don't miss your chance!

[curiouscolours]

Starlight Runway 2023 Phases 1 - 4!

Starlight Runway is a Sailor Moon OC pageant, where you submit art of your OC based on a theme (four per year) and if you get them done in time unlike me (I only got the first and last one finished in time lol) they go in for voting for the winner ^^ You can participate in the group on deviantART and/or Discord, but only Discord members can vote. There's also a Toyhouse World!

It's run by the lovely MamaLantiis - I'm not sure if she has a Tumblr, so feel free to tag her if you know she does :)

Here you can see my Sailor Fortuna in her civilian cafe wear, launching her Wheel of Fortune attack, in her Super form, and in her princess outfit!

2023 has truly been the year of the return of Senshi Groups on dA, and I am so glad to get the chance to participate in all these things seeing as I missed the heyday of them.