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[dailydoodlesofp]

Request: 10G as Carlo

s m i l e

Request: 7H as Spring

[diagnozabam]

Viteza minimă pe drumurile din România: Ce spune legea și ce sancțiuni riscă șoferii care circulă prea încet?

Pe drumurile din România, reglementările rutiere stabilesc limite maxime de viteză pentru a preveni accidentele, însă există și situații în care legislația prevede sancțiuni pentru conducerea cu o viteză excesiv de redusă. Iată cum se aplică aceste reguli și ce trebuie să știe șoferii. Viteza minimă și accesul pe drumuri de mare viteză Conform Art. 74, alin. 1 din legislația rutieră: ��Pe…

[pastryfication]

oscar taking care of his girlfriend who’s suffering with nausea and dizziness. like he helps her around the house, brings her food, turns into her personal blanket… i am a sucker for sweet bf oscar piastri

i’ll always take care of you

pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: haven’t proofread this so i apologise for any mistakes!! hope you like it <33

oscar had always been attentive—the most observant and caring boyfriend you’ve ever had—but today he seemed to have turned his attentiveness into a whole new art form.

you’d been feeling unwell since the morning—waves of nausea and dizziness that left you unsteady on your feet and far too tired to do much more than rest on the couch. he noticed the moment he saw you, a concerned frown creasing his brow as he knelt beside you.

“hey, you okay?” he asked softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.

you managed a small smile, though it was weak. “just feeling a bit off. dizzy and nauseous. i think i might need to rest.”

oscar’s frown deepened as he nodded immediately. “okay, you stay right there,” he said firmly, standing up. “i’ll get you some water and maybe something light to eat, just in case.”

he moved around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency, fetching a glass of cold water and preparing a small plate of plain toast. when he returned, he set everything down on the coffee table beside you and sat next to you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“here,” he murmured, holding the glass to your lips. “just sip a little, don’t force it.”

you did as he said, taking small sips of water, grateful for his patience. oscar watched you with that focused expression he usually reserved for the track, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay. after a few sips, you leaned back, closing your eyes as another wave of dizziness washed over you.

“this feeling sucks,” you muttered, frustrated with how your body seemed to betray you. “i can’t even stand up without feeling like i’m going to fall over.”

oscar shook his head and slid an arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your body to rest against him. “you’re just not feeling well, love, and that’s okay. i’m here to help, alright?”

you sighed, leaning into his warmth, your head resting on his shoulder. “don’t you have something better to do?”

oscar’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. “you’re not a burden if that’s what you think.” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “i want to take care of you. it’s what i’m here for.”

he rubbed your back soothingly, his touch light and comforting. he held you like that for a while, his body warm against yours, his steady breathing helping to calm the spinning sensation in your head. you felt a little better, enough to open your eyes and look up at him.

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft. “you’re too good to me.”

he smiled, his hand moving to gently stroke your hair. “you deserve it,” he replied. “and besides, i kind of like holding you like this.”

you laughed softly, the sound weak but genuine. “oh, yeah? planning to keep me warm and cozy forever?”

oscar’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with affection. “that’s the plan,” he said. “but first, let’s get you to the bedroom so you can lie down properly.”

he stood up slowly, snaking his arms around your body to lift you bridal style. his touch was gentle, as if you were made of glass, and when you held onto his bicep for safety when he started moving, he smiled softly down at you.

when you finally reached the bed, he helped you sit down and then guided you to lie back, adjusting the pillows behind you. he pulled the blanket up over you and tucked it around your sides, his hands smoothing the fabric with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

“do you want anything else?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “more water? a different snack? i can get you whatever you need.”

you shook your head. “just . . . stay with me?”

oscar’s expression softened, and he nodded immediately. “of course,” he said, climbing into the bed beside you. he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest.

his warmth seeped into you, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm beneath your ear. he held you like that, like you were something precious and fragile, his fingers tracing light patterns along your arm. every so often, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring softly about nothing in particular—little stories, jokes, anything to distract you from the discomfort.

you felt yourself relaxing more, the dizziness fading slightly with the comfort of his touch and his presence. you closed your eyes, breathing in his scent, and felt a small smile form on your lips. “i’m so lucky to have you,” you murmured sleepily.

oscar’s arms tightened around you just a little bit more, his lips brushing against your hair. “no,” he whispered back, his voice filled with quiet conviction. “i’m the lucky one.”

[castaincognito]

I'M GOING TO CRY

Honkai: Star Rail CN | National Teacher's Day Celebration Artwork from Pom-Pom's Favorite

Download: Google Drive Artist: csyday

[tillsfan]

new official arts analysis..

i really like how. doll-like sua looks here. i love when vivimeng depict sua as a husk of a person, dehumanizing her because she really had nothing without mizi.

the sua on the right seems very content, leaning into her reflection. she honestly seems kind of proud in my opinion. this is her satisfied with her decisionto sacrifice herself without mizi’s knowledge, content with the happy lives they lived while they could live it. sua was accepting of her death, happy it would be her and not mizi, because she KNOWS she wouldn’t survive on her own. mizi is strong, sua isn’t. we also know sua is very selfish. maybe she looks so content because she knows mizi will continue to think of her? maybe she’s aware of the impact this would have on mizi, how she will never leave mizi’s mind, making it easier to accept her own sacrifice.

the sua on the left is creepy, soulless. i always imagined this version of sua is mizi’s current perception of her.. sua was still an angel in her eyes, she was literally mizi’s god, but mizi didn’t know as much about sua as she thought. she knew nothing at all. the sua she knows now is not the sua she knew previously, the innocent and happy sua she grew up with. she’s a shell of a person now, haunting mizi’s mind. did sua plan this? how did she know this would happen? why didn’t she tell me? why did she lie to me? i’m sure questions like these are circling in mizi’s mind, never to be answered.

ivan looks. deranged. to start. he’s way more focused on the camera than sua, looking down on us. also unlike sua, he’s sweating and crying(?), and is leaning away from the reflection. this immediately pushes the fact that ivan didn’t exactly plan his death like sua did hers. we’ll never truly know what was going through his mind, but i always felt like his lash out at till was an impulsive decision. he knew one of them was going to die, and when he saw till no longer fighting, he realized the reality that he wouldn’t be able to keep on going without till. so he ran, letting out all his emotions in his final moments. he is also a very selfish character, so i feel he’s ecstatic that in the end, he got to leave a lasting impression on till like he wanted. either that, or he’s grateful he finally got to let out all his emotions towards till, making till suffer yet saving him in his final moments.

another detail i noticed is that the ivan’s hands aren’t touching each other like sua’s, his hands have their backs faced to each other. the ivan on the left isn’t ivan’s true nature, it’s the facade he’s known to have showed those around him. he’s detached from this persona he put up, therefore not touching his palms. he’s also looking at us like he KNOWS something we don’t. unreliable narrator ivan strikes again.

okay so till’s is SIGNIFICANTLY different than both ivan and sua’s. he’s the only one facing away from us, the blood on him not visible. the side of his injury is also facing away from us. there’s also a lack of branding on him. i feel this is the most obvious piece we’ve gotten signifying that he’s going to be alive. they’re deliberately hiding any way for us to see the aftermath of his injury.. vivimeng has been treating till’s supposed death So much more differently than they’ve treated the other characters deaths. in his final comic, his post ‘death’ official art, and now this (which i will elaborate more on in a different post. i have an 10+ paragraph long analysis on why i believe till is alive LOL..)

his reflection is also not a normal mirror—it’s a true mirror. the hand placement isn’t mirrored like ivan and sua’s, it’s as if he’s directly holding out to the till in front of him. i believe he has a true mirror because he has always been true to himself. he never put up a facade or lied like ivan and sua did, as he never needed to. he was always his most authentic self, not only living for another person like the other true, but also for himself. we don’t see the mirror till’s expression, but we can see his mouth. he’s frowning, showing a lack of acceptance to his fate. i genuinely think he’s going to be okay. he’s a fighter, even in this photo, he’s still fighting. he refuses to accept that it’s his time to go, not sparing us a mere glance of assertion regarding his death.

note that i’m not saying these are the true meanings! just how i interpreted it. <3

[thatgirlwbraids]

you are limitless , you can manifest anything

when it comes to LOA you can have whatever you want literally WHATEVER you are completely limitless as everything literally EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE’s existence is because of you , you are the cause you are the creator of this world .

“If you can conceptualize it, it must exist. These are so minute in detail that we will never truly question the nature of our reality. It is best to view this reality almost like a frame by frame video. However, Consciousness does not have to be the watcher of this video, but can stop the frame and redirect the video to where Man sees fit. Since there are infinite Versions of yourself, being Specific on how you want to be is achievable. Take where you are now. Maybe you are 18 years old, maybe 48, it does not matter. Go back one year and realize that one year ago, the Version you are now, existed when you were 17 or 47 years old. Did you not have the freedom to be a different version? If so, do you not have that same freedom now? “ - edward art

Man can bring things into existence through his thoughts and consciousness .

Consciousness has the power to resurrect or bring things into existence . nothing exists without your consciousness or imagination

This truth is common to all men, but the consciousness of it – and much more, the self-consciousness of it – is another matter. The day I realized this great truth – that everything in my world is a manifestation of the mental activity which goes on within me, and that the conditions and circumstances of my life only reflect the state of consciousness with which I am fused – is the most momentous in my life.

you are always going to be greater than anything that is expressed in your reality be it good or bad because ofc ? like you created it and the creator is always greater than it’s creations .

“ The power conceiving and the thing conceived are one but the power to conceive is greater than the conception. Jesus discovered this glorious truth when he declared, "I and my Father are one but my Father is greater than I." The power conceiving itself to be man is greater than its conception. All conceptions are limitations of the conceiver. Consciousness precedes all manifestations and is the prop upon which all manifestation rests. To remove the manifestations all that is required of you, the conceiver, is to take your attention away from the conception. Instead of "Out of sight out of mind," it really is "Out of mind out of sight." The manifestation will remain in sight only as long as it takes the force with which the conceiver — I AM — originally endowed it to spend itself. This applies to all creation from the infinitesimally small electron to the infinitely great universe. Be still and know that I AM God. Yes, this very I AM, your awareness of being, is God, the only God. I AM is the Lord— the God of all Flesh— all manifestation. This presence, your unconditioned awareness, comprehends neither beginning nor ending; limitations exist only in the manifestation. When you realize that this awareness is your eternal self you will know that before Abraham was, I AM.“

“ Only through one door can that which you seek pass into the world of manifestation. I AM the door. Your consciousness is the door, so you must become conscious of being and having that which you desire to be and to have. Any attempt to realize your desires in ways other than through the door of consciousness makes you a thief and a robber unto yourself. Any expression that is not felt is unnatural. Before anything appears, God, I AM, feels itself to be the thing desired; and then the thing felt appears. It is resurrected, lifted out of the nothingness. “

“ I AM wealthy, poor, healthy, sick, free, confined were first of all impressions or conditions felt before they became visible expressions. Your world is your consciousness objectified. Waste no time trying to change the outside; change the within or the impression; and the without or expression will take care of itself. When the truth of this statement dawns upon you, you will know that you have found the lost word or the key to every door. I AM (your consciousness) is the magical lost word which was made flesh in the likeness of that which you are conscious of being “

bibical analogy :

“ Your unconditioned awareness or I AM is the Virgin Mary who knew not a man and yet, unaided by man, conceived and bore a son, Mary, the unconditioned consciousness, desired and then became conscious of being the conditioned state which she desired to express, and in a way unknown to others became it. Go and do likewise; assume the consciousness of that which you desire to be and you, too, will give birth to your savior. When the annunciation is made, when the urge or desire is upon you, believe it to be God's spoken word seeking embodiment through you. Go, tell no man of this holy thing that you have conceived. Lock your secret within you and magnify the Lord, magnify or believe your desire to be your savior coming to be with you. “

"A man can receive nothing (no thing) except it be given him from Heaven." Remember heaven is your consciousness; the Kingdom of Heaven is within you. This is why you are warned against calling any man Father; your consciousness is the Father of all that you are. Again you are told, "Salute no man on the highway." See no man as an authority. Why should you ask man for permission to express when you realize that your world, in its every detail, originated within you and is sustained by you as the only conceptional center? “

- neville , your faith is your fortune

[ginxyy]

Love triangle

where unspoken feelings linger in the air, and where one choice could change everything

The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling through the window of our practice room, illuminating the small space where dreams collided and hearts intertwined. As a songwriter for the K-pop group Seventeen, my life had always been entwined with melodies and beats, but little did I know that I was about to become the centerpiece of a romantic duet a love triangle that would leave my heart racing and my head spinning.

I remember the first time I felt the weight of their gazes, Mingyu's charming smile lighting up the atmosphere like the rising sun, and Minghao, with his brooding intensity and artistic flair, making every moment feel electric. They were like two contrasting notes in a perfect harmony, each pulling me in different directions yet drawing me closer to the very center of their world. It started off innocently enough joking banter during practice, arranging snacks in the studio for a late-night inspiration session, and playful teasing that seemed to linger in the air long after the music had faded.

Yet, as the rehearsals blended into performances, their camaraderie took on a distinctly competitive edge. Every compliment I paid to one would ignite something fierce in the other. It was as if my attention was a precious resource, an oasis in a desert of ambition, and they were both desperate to lay claim to it. Each interaction became a delicate dance of jealousy and longing, a beautiful chaos that enthralled me while simultaneously fizzing with tension.

“Are you free after practice?” Mingyu would ask, his voice warm and inviting, leaning ever so slightly closer to me as if claiming invisible territory. But just then, Minghao would flash a knowing grin, his eyes dancing with mischief. “I think we should all go for dinner. You know I can whip up something special at my place,” he would chime in, asserting his own charm, effortlessly wrapped in a bundle of confidence.

I found myself caught in this ballet of affections, where each overture felt both intoxicating and overwhelming. I longed for their attention, yet I wanted neither to break the other’s heart nor to choose between their two spectacularly different worlds. Mingyu was like a vibrant pop song, lively and catching, filled with warmth and energy, while Minghao was akin to an emotional ballad, deep and resonant, stirring my soul in ways I had never expected. How was I supposed to choose just one when the other held such a significant part of my heart?

As the days turned into weeks, the evenings spent together only intensified the emotions swirling around us. I started to welcome the fluttering excitement of their rivalry; it was as if life had transformed into an art piece painted with shades of love and jealousy. But it wasn’t until that enchanting night, beneath a sky sprinkled with stars, that I proposed a reckless idea one that could change the course of our lives forever.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting?” I suggested with a teasing glint in my eye, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Let’s have a little competition. A threesome, but with a twist “whoever makes me cum the hardest wins my heart.” The words hung in the air, tinged with challenge and allure.

The room fell silent, our playful banter overshadowed by the gravity of my audacious suggestion. But soon, their expressions shifted from shock to intrigue. Mingyu's brows arched in playful disbelief, and Minghao's gaze sparked with a blend of mischief and determination. The air thickened with tension, and in that moment, I realized I might have given life to something utterly exhilarating.

As the night deepened, we transformed our playful competition into a realm of passion, where every touch became a sonnet and every sigh a note in our shared symphony. Laughter intermingled with breathy whispers as we explored each other, each seeking to impress and delight not just to win, but to express the feelings that had only whispered beneath the surface until now.

Mingyu, with his exuberance, showered me with playful kisses that ignited flames across my skin, making me feel like a cherished melody in his embrace. He would tease and tickle, coaxing laughter from me like a sweet refrain that drew us closer together. Meanwhile, Minghao wielded his delicate caress like a masterful stroke of a brush, tracing my silhouette and whispering words of devotion that wove between us, wrapping me in warmth and intrigue.

The electricity between the three of us crackled, igniting a chorus of gasps and murmurs that danced through the steamy air. Every moment was filled with exploration and discovery, as both boys fought to express their affection for me through tantalizing touches and passionate connection. I felt lost, yet exhilarated, wrapped in the beauty of newfound vulnerability and intimacy

In that heated contest, the lines blurry between competition and genuine emotion, I discovered that both Mingyu and Minghao held pieces of my heart, each uniquely colored by their own presence. It was never just about physical desire; it was an awakening of something deeper, a trinity of souls intertwining in rhythm and passion.

As the climax of our shared experience approached, I felt a symphony of sensations overwhelming my senses. It was then I understood that love was not simply about choosing between them. It was embracing the completeness of what we were, forging connections between heartbeats and harmonies, and discovering the strength of unity in desire.

The night ended with all three of us tangled in a heap of limbs and laughter, breaths mingling as we floated down from the heights of ecstasy. What began as a challenge evolved into a deeper understanding of our feelings. In the warm embrace of dawn, as the first rays of light broke through the horizon, we found ourselves not just in a complicated love triangle, but rather, in a beautiful relationship of three—three hearts that beat in tandem, wrapped together in an unconventional yet honest love.

With that understanding, we stepped forward hand in hand, ready to navigate the melodies of life together a trio of love, passion, and endless possibility, writing our own lyrics one harmony at a time.

[snuffedcat]

Requested by anon! I lost the ask somehow?? But hopefully I remember it correctly.. “adult sapphic fem, hyper fixated on nature / space”? It was something along those lines! Thank you Anon for your request!! :D this is right up my valley, and hopefully it’s up to expectations.

︵ ₊ Name :: Nova , Nebula , Lyra , Solara , Juno , Mercury , Willow , Fern , Cedar , Ivy , Ember , abyss , altair , astra , comette , knox , stella , stardust , jupiter , skye , pluto , milkyway, verta, clover, honey, oak , cedar , river , fawn

︵ ₊ pronouns :: she/zir/em/faer/space/planet/universe/nebula/star/shine/heat/void/cosmo/nova/astro/supernova/glow/abyss/antenna/scurry/fossil/dino/alien/spaceships/ufo/moon/ring/🌍/🌙/🪐/👽/bug/beetle/moth/deer/faun/doe/wild/leave/rain/dawn/garden/florence/flora/grass/moss/nature

︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn's rings. the star gazer, shooting star, the orbiter, prn who comes from the woods, prn who sings with birds

︵ ₊ genders :: all of the following have feminine twist to them! Stariverusa, lumicattic, lavendercosmic, multivercous, universpacic, rainynightgender, stargrapegender, spacecatdoggender, moongender, starmarked, fidgetcubic, snowstarthing, swirllstaremojigender, lumigender, consentellunyx, nocturlance, earthic, stormcomifc, purplestaric, galaxic, bloomgirl, sungirl, sproutgender, stonerthing, stargirl, biolumistarric, vinegender, pillbuggender, froggender, leafdripsoundic, foremizzlen, goblincoric, genderuttumna, dandedappline, foreststaric, forestcoric, naturegender, plantgender, floragender, komorebian, floradeeric, forestgender, naturebodiment, mossgender, naturecomfic, dreamgender, rainsleepic, hangingstaric, shakergender, rainydream,

︵ ₊ Presentation :: fem presenting. Presents as adult, snail, and alien.

︵ ₊ cisIDs :: Snail, ADHD, writer, artist, painter, harmless, kind

︵ ₊ transIDs :: autismseverity (worse), fully non-human, wheelchair user, forearm crutches user, service dog, biology researcher, biology major, Asian, time traveler, astronaut, alien, minus weight, cryptic, cryptozoologist, historian, warmbodytemp, transsummer, leafshaped pupil, planet shaped pupil, childhood, drooling, college grad, DPD, Schizotypal

︵ ₊ otherIDs :: tris autism, permahydrated, permacozy, perma living in forest, permaharmless, permaunharmed, permaadult, permaessa, sapphic

︵ ₊ ageID :: perma27

︵ ₊ physical age :: 27

︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as adult

︵ ₊ species ID :: snail, alien, beetle, cryptic

︵ ₊ physical species :: snail, human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: DPD, Schizotypal, MAA, GDS, CNSD, has a condition similar to GDS but with nature, adhd, autism

︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: Very hyperactive and manic when it becomes nighttime- will often try to stay awake only at night, misses big events in life due to space/nature, has a delusion that one of her stuffies is her child, has delusion that her ESSA talks to her

︵ ₊ paras :: 🍯🐾⚾️🧵 📚🌱🌧️

︵ ₊ functions :: interest holder, happiness holder, obliviousness holder, academic productivity

︵ ₊ sources :: N/A

︵ ₊ kins :: willow from TOH, shelly from DW

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: goblincore, cottagecore, aliennature, twillightcore, art academia, art nouveau, bloomcore, fantasy astronomy, green academia, whimsigothic

︵ ₊ likes :: all things Space, all things Nature, books, painting, earths history, bugs, journaling, learning

︵ ₊ dislikes :: ppl who are mean to bugs, debates, loud noises, misinformation, beef jerky, ham

︵ ₊ music :: crane wives, the oh hellos, the amazing devil, comso sheldrake, the paper kites, hozier, florence + the machine. folk music

︵ ₊ boundaries :: no loud noises, do not talk negative about interest, no reality checking unless trusted, be careful with touch, dont correct her during rants

︵ ₊ notable traits :: she is very bad at understanding social situations, cares deeply about those around her but sometimes cant express it right, often has a flat tone of voice

︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin with freckles, long green hair that's commonly put up into a ponytail/pigtails/braid/two braids, snail like antennas, snail shell backpack, dresses in earthy clothes with a gothic twist, sometimes dresses whimsigoth

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: h🌿ll🪐 h🪐w are 🌱🪐u?

e=🌿 y= 🌱 o= 🪐

︵ ₊ hex codes :: 9b7ba7 84a77b 3e423d dcc3e7 719593

︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🍃⛅️🏞️���🌿 🧺🐌🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

︵ ₊ other notes :: she's overall a very sweet and caring gal!!

[littlesparklight]

Some general thoughts on the gods on Troy's side, and why they might be:

Aphrodite: Presumably out of affection for her son, Anchises, and Paris. Very potentially, wanting to assure the gift she's given Paris lasts as long as possible? But if this is a factor, hardly something she is beholden to in any way; it'd probably be more about her own pride in that case. But, given that she also helps protect Hektor's corpse, when he, at least, is no longer able to pay her back for such aid, her affection/aid to the Trojans aren't just for or because of those three.

Apollo: Thetis' warning/prophecy to her son that killing Tennes/a son of Apollo would mean Apollo would kill him (Plutarch, Quaest. Graec. 28, Bibliotethe, Epitome 3.26), then we have Achilles killing Troilus in his sancuary, which would be reason enough on its own but Troilus can also be Apollo's son. There's Apollo so ardently protecting Hektor throughout the war, even/maybe especially after his death (Hektor is also in several sources Apollo's son). Also his relationship with Hecuba and how in Stesichorus he rescues her. (Could also put Kassandra and Helenos here.)

Part of his defense of Troy might be about "fate" and when it's the "proper time" for Troy to fall, but Apollo's ties to Troy/individuals attached to Troy are more deep-set than that. He is the one to punish Neoptolemos' sacrilege of killing Priam at Zeus' altar. Apollo is also rarely present during vase art scenes around the Judgment, potentially connecting to; Apollo specifically being the one to aid Paris (or in some variants, using Paris' shape) to kill Achilles. Real-world wise, the possibility of connecting Apaliuna(s)/Appaluwa as Wilusa/Troy's patron god to Apollo.

Ares: Unstable ally. Hard to say how consistently he is on either side; Athena says he "only yesterday" on the first day of fighting in the Iliad was loudly pledging to Hera and Athena that he'd help the Achaeans.

Perhaps he's been aiding the Trojans more or less secretly/openly throughout the war, as much because he supports whatever side he wishes on a whim as that Aphrodite (and Apollo?) has asked him to. Either way, certainly not as consistent nor out of any particular affection or feeling of protectiveness for the Trojans.

Artemis: "For, in her pity, holy Artemis is angry at the winged hounds of her father, for they sacrifice a wretched timorous thing, together with her young, before she has brought them forth. An abomination to her is the eagles' feast." (Agamemnon, Aeschylus, line 135) ; this is about the eagles and hare omen, which replaces (or in addition to, as this seems to have happened in Mycenae) the snake and sparrows one. Artemis is put forth as unhappy with Troy's (future) fall/the war.

And, it's of course very easy to see the demand for Iphigenia in reparation for Agamemnon's hubris in a similar way, that if he/the army, wants to go off and kill/enslave innocents elsewhere, he/they has to start at home. She may also be helping her brother, and there is the Skamandrios, son of Strophios, who she herself taught to hunt in the Iliad. She has independent connections to Troy, and could be one of the more focused on Trojan deities along with her brother and their mother.

Leto: We have nothing, aside from the fact that she is on the Trojan side with her children in Book 21. But real-world-wise, there's also that Leto was an important goddess on the coast, and in Lycia connected to a Lycian mother goddess. So one could probably make inference for the in-universe reason being as much her siding with her children as that Troy is honouring her (maybe particularly so), along with the rest of the countries on the coast.

Xanthos: intimately woven together with Troy's royal family, as he's married a couple daughters into the line and his (only?) son's daughter married Dardanos.

Zeus: He's technically/actually neutral, a driving force to keep the war going as it "needs to". He's therefore on Troy's side more through the sentiment(s) he expresses or is assigned to him rather than in action.

Particularly so if one turns to the "he planned the war" variants - but these are never about Troy, or Paris, but rather about something much larger than any fault any individual Trojan or Troy has a whole as made themselves guilty of. [Though individual mortals in the Iliad, and in later sources, both tragedies and lyric, will imply that it's Zeus as god of xenia that ensures his working towards Troy's destruction, rather than any plan that has little to do with Troy.]

For his connections to and being for Troy, have Proclus' summary of the Kypria for example, where the plan mentioned at the end is to "relieve the Trojans" specifically, and that phrasing turns Achilles' anger and Zeus acting to fulfil his demands not about Achilles' honour, but about aiding Troy. In Pindar's Paean 6 (fragmentary), Zeus is said to "not dare to change fate [the destruction of Troy]", easily to implicate that he otherwise might, because he would wish to. More important, perhaps, is his statement that Troy is his most favoured city, and how Hera offers up three of her favoured cities for Zeus' one, how he wishes to save Hektor, and the description in the Iliad (by Poseidon) that Dardanos was the/one of the sons [by mortal women, though Elektra couldn't have been that] that he loves the most.

[crypticalmoth]

The Voices of the Long Quiet (Headcanon Version)

Before getting into the specifics of each voice, there are some things that each of them have in common. They all have at least one set of wings and are made of the shadows cast by Long Quiet. So they don't have much detail to them, but enough to tell that they are each different and separate from each others.

ANYWAY here's my own visualization for the voices :> obviously some spoilers for the game lol

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VOICE OF THE HERO — Because Hero is with you from the very beginning, he is the mirror image of Long Quiet. Double sets of wings, one of the largest of the voices, and the one with the most "substantial" form (he's less transparent than the others). Obviously, he has to have his knight gear, most notably a metal helm, which he wears during combat, but removes when just having peaceful conversations.

VOICE OF THE BROKEN — Smallest and most transparent of the voices. His feathers are dirty and disheveled, his wings are clipped, his claws and talons ripped from him, his beak filed down to just a nub. He has been stripped of everything that makes him a threat, leaving only obedience as his way to survive. Win the favor of those stronger than you, and you will be safe.

VOICE OF THE CHEATED — Cheated definitely has the "grumpy old gambler who can't stop losing but also can't stop gambling" vibe to him. Physically looks the oldest, with graying and thinning feathers. Saw some art that depicted him with a chipped beak, which I think is great for his whole "loses a fight, gets killed, and feels like the win was stolen from him" thing.

VOICE OF THE COLD — Cold is the tallest voice, and tends to quietly loom over the others while they argue amongst themselves. He has a long, feathered coat, though it's hard to tell wear it ends and he begins. Surrounded in a cloud of fog, TMA Lonely style, that feels more like liquid nitrogen when touched. Also does not blink, just stares. Overall unsettling to be around, especially since you know he doesn't care about you at all.

VOICE OF THE CONTRARIAN — Absolutely love the jester vibe I usually see for Contrarian, but also consider that he wears a comedy mask, since he enjoys annoying others for his amusement. And, unlike the other voices and Quiet, Contrarian can actually use his wings to fly, but he uses this ability to flit around the other voices, Narrator, and sometimes Quiet in order to bother as many of them as he can.

VOICE OF THE HUNTED — Hunted toes the line between being humanoid and beast even more than Long Quiet already does. Like Beast, he walks on four legs, but has a separate set of arms for grabbing. The extra limbs allow for better mobility (namely dodging), and he moves similar to the fluidity of ferrets. His ears and eyes are larger and more sensitive than the other voices, making him able to detect threats faster than them.

VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST — The voice with the most put together appearance other than Smitten. He actually takes the time to preen his feathers and makes sure he presents himself as his best version. A suit without a wrinkle in sight, polished shoes, and gloves to keep hidden his sharp claws that he would undoubtedly use once your back is turned.

VOICE OF THE PARANOID — Paranoid is very owl-like in his appearance, complete with the ability to turn his head 270 degrees to better survey his surroundings. He curls into himself, making him look smaller than he truly is. He has several layers of clothes, mostly cloaks and the like, all tattered and worn from use. There are smaller shadows that can sometimes be seen floating around his head, whispering nasty thoughts into his ears and fueling his anxiety.

VOICE OF THE SKEPTIC — I am a tried and true Skeptic detective believer. He has a large, thick trench coat that works for both the aesthetic and also as padding if he gets stabbed (again). And he also has a big fedora that he uses to cover his facial expressions from a certain untrustworthy crow. Will also tend to hide in the shadows and watch the others from afar.

VOICE OF THE SMITTEN — Another tall voice, but simply because he stands up straight, his chest puffing out in pride and confidence. But also in arrogance. He wears very princely clothing, and even a small crown, to match his beloved princess, and always makes sure his feathers are clean and soft to the touch. His files his claws so he can't accidentally hurt her.

VOICE OF THE SMITTEN (HEA) — A large cavity in his chest where his heart used to be, his ribs coiled over the void. He no longer stands tall and proud, but hunches over Princess with an air of intense possession. HIs feathers have grown ruffled; no time to preen when his beloved needs him. Shadows stretch out from him, binding Princess to her chair. She is his and he won't allow her to leave him.

VOICE OF THE STUBBORN — He isn't taller than Cold, but is certainly up there in height, though is much larger in mass. Has horns to match Adversary/EotN and because I just know he loves headbutting things and people. Binds his wings behind him so they don't get in the way during a fight. His claws and talons are also longer and sharper than the others, so if he loses the blade, he still has a weapon.

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A while ago i took part in @mr-malumm DTIYS and suprisely... won???

I'm so honored and happy that they liked my drawing! It was so fun to draw it and honestly I can't expres at the moment how happy I am. THANK YOU SO MUCH <33

Here's the art btw.

I feel a lot rn. But holy shit I was not expecting this.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Fairest Midnight - 16. Continue as Planned

Summary: The time has finally come for you to meet all of the clans as the new vampire hunter. But when unexpected things happen that change the situation, you can only continue as planned and hope for the best.

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1963

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

The evening had come at long last, and after meticulous planning and training in the art of dancing for both me and Epel, I could only hope I was ready. Because tonight was the night of the vampire ball.

The ball at which I would be introduced to the clans as the new vampire hunter. 

My grasp on Vil’s elbow was tight as we approached the massive doors that I eyed nervously. Wondering exactly what a vampire ball would end up looking like. At the very least, it required some pretty fancy clothes if the outfit Vil had given me to wear was anything to go by.

And, as it turned out, the local kids actually did have a good reason for avoiding the ancient building we approached. It was apparently a gathering place for vampires…..

“Relax,” I glanced over as soon as Vil spoke, his amethyst eyes flickering my way as he gave me hushed directions. His arm lowering so that my hand slid down until it was captured by him and squeezed gently, “Remember, you cannot show them you’re afraid. Not now that you are the Hunter.”

I nodded, swallowing thickly, before looking back towards the doors that were getting steadily closer, “Easier said than done.”

I could feel Vil’s eyes still on me, but when he spoke, it wasn’t to discourage me or offer me a way out this time. Instead, there was a warmth to his tone that had my eyes widening as he spoke, “You’ll do fine, Tater-tot. Just act like you always do.”

I looked back at him to see him smiling slightly at me, and I found myself grinning in return, “Right. It’s not like I can miss the grand unveiling of your clan after all.” 

He shook his head with the slightest of smiles at my teasing but remained silent. Supporting me all the while and staying by my side as we drew closer to the doors as he shifted so that my hand was once more resting in the crook of his elbow and I looked back at the looming door. A frown slipping its way back onto my face at the mere sight of them.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Y/n. We’ll get through it together," I glanced back, making eye contact with Epel, who looked just as nervous as I felt. But then this was his first vampire soiree as well as Rook’s first one as a vampire. Though Rook hardly looked nervous… In fact, he looked weirdly excited.

I flashed Epel a smile, repeating his “Together” back at him softly and causing the young man to smile before I turned my eyes back to the doors in front of me, inhaling deeply as I calmed myself.

This was it; there was no more turning back. As soon as I went through those doors, I would be well and truly entering the world of vampires, and I might not ever be able to leave again.

But if that was what it took…. Then so be it.

The doors swung open at an astonishing speed, and a Black man with bright pink eyes flashed a fanged grin our way before loudly announcing our entrance, “Mr. Schoenheit and his Pomefiore clan!”

All heads turned immediately, and I walked carefully at Vil’s side as I stared into a sea of unimaginably attractive people. All of whom regarded me with a distinct curiosity that had me fighting to not go tense under the weight of their cumulative gazes.

“And a special guest, our new Hunter! Y/n L/n!” All four of us turned to look at the announcer, who now stood behind us. 

His sparkling eyes met mine, and he flashed a little wink at me, startling me further as he spoke quietly enough that I doubted anyone but my little group could hear him, “Good luck, Little Imp.”

I nodded slowly before looking over at Vil, only to find he was already gazing at me with a tight expression. I swallowed, finding my mouth was suddenly dry, “Vil, how did he…?”

“I don’t know,” He frowned and looked back out across the crowd, who were now abuzz with my name on everyone’s lips as they cast numerous glances our way, “But we will find out.”

I squared my shoulders, forcing myself not to shrink behind Vil as he slowly began to guide me down the staircase that flared around us like a sort of marble frame.

“Roi du Poison, this changes things….” Rook’s voice was a hushed whisper as he and Epel followed the two of us. Each with matching expressions of grim determination.

“I know, but we will continue as planned. That is all we can do.” Rook nodded solemnly at Vil’s response and cast his gaze across the crowd, which was slowly making room for us to enter once we finished our descent.

“So, who's who?” Vil glanced my way at my hushed question, and his lips quirked up in a slight smile before he answered.

“The group in yellow is the Savanaclaw clan. We’ll want to make a good impression on them… They may be our only real chance at allies.” I eyed the yellow group, noting exactly how terrifying they all looked.

“They look….” I trailed off as the large red-headed man at the front yawned, revealing a set of canines that looked far larger than any fangs I’d seen before, “Fun….”

As I spoke, I recalled the man who’d been there the night everything had truly started. When I’d killed that vampire. 

I could only imagine that he was part of that group. He seemed to have had some form of wereism with his catlike ears and tail.

“They are not so bad, Trickster. Sometimes the worst individuals hide behind a carefully crafted smile,” As he spoke, Rook directed my and Epel’s attention to a trio of men, two of whom were practically identical, off to the side. Despite their mafia-esque appearance, all three of them smiled at us, with the pale-haired one in the center inclining his head.

“The Octavinelle clan,” The Frenchman continued, “Are perhaps the most concerning group here.”

I frowned slightly as I continued to glance around before a flash of white caught my eye and had me hurriedly looking to the left at a group who were dressed almost totally in black.

I recognized that face…..

“Who’s that?” I inclined my head towards the white haired young man that I’d met all those many nights ago on Halloween.

“That?” Vil glanced at me with an odd expression before looking back over at the young man, “That’s Silver. He’s part of the Diasomnia clan, but he’s human…. Like you.” 

I looked over to see Vil already looking down at me with a slight smile, “Lilia, one of the clan’s seniors, took him in. I don’t know why, but since that is the case, you may find allies there.”

It was a thought that gave me some hope. That there were clans out there with humans who, at least judging from the way he was mingling with the others in those same black outfits, seemed comfortable.

“What’s that big group over there? In the black and white checkers with the red,” Epel piped up from behind us, directing our attention to what was indeed one of the larger groups present.

“The Heartslabyul clan. They are very strict about their rules, but they will not harm humans. So they are safe to associate with,” Rook nodded pointedly towards me before continuing to look around.

My mind was already swirling at this point with all of the clan names I’d really only heard once before now as Vil gestured towards a duo, “That’s the Scarabia clan… Or at least two members of it. Kalim is harmless, but Jamil…. Well, he’s certainly more crafty.”

Vil frowned as he spoke, shaking his head slightly. But my attention got redirected once more as Epel nudged me and indicated a new duo with a head jerk, “Found the flame-haired ones Rook mentioned….. What were their names?”

His voice was hushed as I looked over and indeed saw two individuals, or rather one individual and a floating robot that was about the size of a young boy. And, true to what we’d been told, both had a swathe of blue flames that seemed to serve as hair.

 “Ignihyde… I think,” I muttered back to my friend, earning myself a head nod as we both did our best to not stare. 

“It seems like everyone is present this evening… We merely need to wait until someone approaches us,” Vil nodded in agreement with Rook's words even as he continued to scan the room.

“I don’t see anyone who matches the description you or Epel gave, though,” I glanced over to see Vil frowning as he spoke, and I squeezed his arm slightly, earning myself a glance that was paired with raised eyebrows.

“They might not be here yet… And he might not come at all if he’s in hiding,” My voice was hushed, but Vil heard me nonetheless. Nodding even despite the distaste on his face.

“So what do we do while we wait for someone to ‘approach us’?” I smiled slightly at Epel’s ability to be slightly huffy over being at such a fancy ball despite the tense situation. 

He was no doubt already itching to get his fancy and notably lacy clothes off. He’d already complained about them the entire week leading up to this evening anyway.

Rook laughed good-naturedly as he took on his new role of attempting to soothe the younger boy, even as Vil looked like he was using all of his willpower to not roll his eyes.

We all stopped, though, as stringed music began to slowly lilt through the air despite the lack of instruments or any way to broadcast music. 

I frowned, glancing around, only to find that there was no clear source of the sound. It was almost like magic was being used to cause the gentle, soothing sounds. And though, so far as I knew, vampires couldn’t use magic, I supposed anything was possible.

I felt a light tapping on my shoulder and turned, only to see Vil smiling at me as he held out one gloved hand, “We could always dance while we waited?”

I heard a quiet ‘Ugh’ from Epel but ignored him as I glanced around the numerous undead persons who now flocked towards the dance floor.

“Are you sure?” Even as I continued to look around nervously, I let my hand slip into Vil’s. Fully trusting him, even if I wasn’t sure what exactly to do in this moment. 

It wasn’t like I was used to balls after all. Much less balls filled with undead people whose kind were known to seek me out for thus-far unexplained reasons and who had been staring at me ever since our grand entrance.

But Rook and Vil had taught both me and Epel to dance just in case this did occur. Unfortunately, now that it was actually happening, I found that I was feeling a lot less confident than I had at our last set of lessons.

Epel stared at me in disbelief as Rook clasped his hands together joyfully, urging me and Vil to go ahead even though Vil had already started to lead me away.

“But of course, Tater tot. It is only natural that we should dance at such a venue. If we didn’t, people might start to talk,” There was a glimmer in his eyes that had me grinning slightly. Knowing that, at least in some small way, he was teasing me over my newfound fame as the resident vampire hunter. 

Though perhaps infamy would be a better way to put it….

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Obsidian Reverie

(??? years, ??? months, ??? days after His Majesty Leviathan received his name )

Amidst the enchanting ambiance of the Midnight Masquerade, an exquisite event held under the gentle light of the pure white twin moons, reminiscent of the legendary quiet goddess, Astrea, attendees are whisked away into a realm of unparalleled opulence and mystique.

Captivated by the allure of the evening, Glasyalabolas finds himself entranced by the ethereal atmosphere. The grand ballroom, adorned with towering marble pillars intricately carved with astrological motifs, emanates an aura of timeless elegance.

Bathed in the soft, moonlit glow that spills through stained glass windows and cascades from the sky above, the palace roof has been removed for this extraordinary occasion, allowing the eerie radiance to suffuse every corner of the room.

Scenes of ancient myths and legends are depicted in the intricate carvings adorning the pillars, their stories coming to life in the flickering torchlight. It is as if the very walls of the ballroom resonate with the echoes of a bygone era, transporting guests to a realm where fantasy and reality intertwine.

Guests, draped in luxurious fabrics of silk and velvet, don ornate masks that conceal their identities, transforming them into ethereal beings of mystery and allure. Each mask is a work of art, crafted with meticulous detail and embellished with feathers, jewels, and intricate filigree, adding to the air of intrigue that permeates the evening.

The flickering glow of glowing mantas and jellyfish swimming languidly as they cast dancing waves of shadows upon the polished marble floor, creating an enchanting backdrop for the swirling movements of the dancers. Soft strains of music fill the air, a haunting melody that seems to echo from another realm, beckoning guests to lose themselves in the intoxicating rhythm of the dance.

As the night unfolds, the Midnight Masquerade becomes a tapestry of secrets and desires, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur, and the true nature of its inhabitants is revealed. In this realm of darkness and enchantment, anything is possible, and the masks they wear are but a reflection of the mysteries that lie within.

Dressed in opulent attire and adorned with a mask that concealed his true visage, Glasyalabolas moved with grace and poise, his dark gazes and commanding presence drawing the attention of all who beheld him. Yet, amidst the swirling crowd of guests, his eyes were fixed upon one figure alone—The devil of Envy and sovereign of Hades.

As Glasyalabolas, the towering figure of ambition and madness, approached Leviathan with a graceful stride, his demeanor regal yet infused with a hint of a wild charm. Bowing respectfully, he addressed the beautiful being standing alone as onlookers couldn't help to let their gazes wander to him and the wave of shock could be felt as they saw the figure of the tall devil, having the courage to dare to ask for what they wish for from their king. With the utmost deference, he extended his hand with a regal flourish, and a hush fell over the assembled throng.

"Your Majesty," Glasyalabolas began, his voice carrying a tone of veneration, "might I have the honor of sharing a dance with you this evening?"

His gaze, sharp as the edge of a blade, swept across the room, a silent challenge to all who dared to meet his eye. Yet, beneath his mask of confidence, there lurked a primal fear, a knowing sense of walking straight into the gaping mouth of a monster.

Leviathan regarded him with a cold and measured gaze, his expression unreadable beneath the veil of shadows. There was a silent pause, tension hanging in the air like a taut thread.

Glasyalabolas continued, his tone soft yet insistent, "It would be a pleasure to glide across the floor with you, Your Majesty, to the haunting melody of the tango. Shall we indulge in this moment of respite amidst the chaos of our realms?"

With a distant gaze, the beautiful devil's expression was still a perfect embodiment of indifference, "Very well," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand as if granting a trivial request to a begging peasant.

Clad in robes of darkest obsidian with hints of royal violet, Leviathan moved with predatory grace, his every step a silent promise of retribution. Around him, the air seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura, a palpable reminder of his status.

Undeterred by Leviathan's aloof demeanor, Glasyalabolas pressed on, seeking to provoke a reaction from his king, "I must say, Your Majesty," he continued, his voice laced with a subtle challenge, "I have always been curious about the secrets that lie hidden within the depths of your kingdom. Tell me, what is it that drives you, that fuels your ambition?", before placing a small but worshiped kiss upon the strong gloved hand of the divine devil opposite of him.

As they came together upon the polished marble floor, the haunting melody of the waltz filled the air, a mournful lament that echoed the pain of ages past. The music, a symphony of longing and despair, wrapped around them like a shroud, enveloping them in its melancholy embrace.

Leviathan's response was brief and detached, his attention only half-hearted as he allowed Glasyalabolas to take the lead in the waltz.

"Ambition is a fool's errand," he remarked coldly as if directing at the devil he allowed to lead him, his silky smooth voice tinted with arrogance before gracefully answering the question beckoned by the noble, "Stability", he continued after finishing an elegant twirl, "is the foundation upon which Hades stands. The foundation that needs to be maintained, regardless of the challenges that may arise"

Their dance began with a delicate grace, each movement a testament to their otherworldly power and elegance. Glasyalabolas's lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes glinting with hidden intent. "And what of those who would dare to challenge your authority?" he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you not fear the repercussions of their defiance?"

Their movements are like a symphony of grace and aggression, Glasyalabolas' hand on Leviathan's waist and his other guiding his king to his tempo. Leviathan's long coat floats behind him and with the light from the twin moon shining upon them, makes him shimmer like a thousand stars, glides across the ethereal void with the agility of a practiced ease. His dance is a mesmerizing spectacle, each step a ripple in the fabric of reality. His long limbs extend and retract in fluid undulations, creating hypnotic patterns that draw the eye inward into a vortex of wonder.

Leviathan continued to look upon him impassively, not bothering to waste his breath, looking down at Glasyalabolas despite their height differences.

Glasyalabolas, with his silver tongue and piercing gaze, sought to ensnare Leviathan in a web of intrigue and ambition, weaving a tapestry of manipulation and desire with each graceful step. Yet, beneath his facade of confidence, there is still lingered a primal excitement, a recognition of fear before the formidable force that stood before him.

But as the tempo quickened and the music soared to dizzying heights, a shift occurred, a subtle yet undeniable change in the fabric of their dance when Glasyalabolas dared to come closer.

Glasyalabolas's inquiry sliced through the air with calculated precision, his words carrying a subtle edge of curiosity. "Your Majesty," he began, his tone deceptively mild, "forgive my impertinence, but I cannot help but wonder of what happened that day, a spectacle upon the rift of the North of Hades"

Leviathan's gaze darkened at the mention of his past, a flicker of something indefinable crossing his features before he regained his composure, ready to continue to dismiss Glasyalabolas before another audacious question was asked, a glare marred on his gorgeous visage.

"What drove you to such depths? What horrors did you endure before claiming your throne?"

Leviathan's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, a warning simmering beneath his icy face, before an exquisitely cruel smile graced his lips, an elegant arch to his brow, with a soft inquire for a lowly devil before him, "So you seek to understand this King?"

Glasyalabolas felt a chill run down his spine as Leviathan's gaze bore into him with a steely intensity. It was as if he had crossed a line, delving into forbidden territory that should never have been breached. However, his curiosity only mounted higher, the allure of being able to know a side of Leviathan, it is both a threat and an offer that would kill him if he treks further.

But, in the pursuit of knowledge, only fools who are brave dare to venture into the darkness, for they know that it is in the depths of uncertainty that true understanding is found.

With an excited gulp, Glasyalabolas summoned his courage and approached the enchanting Leviathan, his facade of calmness strained but resolute.

"Your Majesty," he began, his voice quivering with anticipation, "forgive my audacity, but I must know... What is the answer to my question?"

Leviathan regarded him with a cool detachment, his gaze piercing through Glasyalabolas's facade with unnerving precision.

"The answer?" he echoed, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, "Hmm, how about I let you have a taste then?"

Leviathan tightened his grip and seized the waist of the taller devil. With a steely gaze and a subtle shift in his movements, he seized control of the dance, his silent command rippling through the air like a ripple on a still pond. At that moment, Glasyalabolas realized the true extent of his folly, as the balance of power shifted inexorably in Leviathan's favor.

As Leviathan took control of the dance, Glasyalabolas couldn't shake the unsettling sensation of being ensnared in the coils of a giant serpent, his movements calculated and precise, each step a predatory strike. In his mind's eye, he was no longer the noble demon, but a mere raccoon, small and insignificant in the presence of such overwhelming power.

Leviathan's steps upon the marble floor became a haunting echo of a predator stalking its prey, a symphony of sinewy grace and raw power that left Glasyalabolas trembling in his wake. With each graceful twist and turn, he felt the weight of Leviathan's gaze bearing down upon him like the unblinking stare of a serpent tearing him down to his bone and squeezing every air he had in his organ.

And yet, amidst the chaos and the tumult, there lingered a strange kind of beauty, a twisted ballet of desire and despair that spoke to the depths of a shared agony. The echoes of their voices mingled with the haunting melody of the waltz, a cacophony of whispers and sighs that reverberated through the halls of eternity even fearing away the swimming mantas and jellyfish.

Glasyalabolas found himself swept up in the maelstrom of their dance, his senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of adrenaline and fear. It was as if he stood on the precipice of oblivion, teetering on the edge of some vast abyss that threatened to swallow him whole.

However, the final notes of the waltz echoed through the ballroom, bringing his consciousness back to reality.

As they stood locked in a silent tableau, the music singing of the two figures bound together by fate and forged in the fires of eternity. However, instead of reveling in the romance of the moment, Leviathan carelessly dipped an exhausted and scared Glasyalabolas, a stark contrast to the beginning where Glasyalabolas had led the dance.

With a benevolent grace, yet a coldness that cut through the air like a blade, Leviathan smiled down at him, his eyes betraying none of the warmth that Glasyalabolas had hoped to find.

"Know your place," he intoned softly, his voice carrying the weight of authority and power.

And yet, amidst the chaos and the terror stirring in his mind, there was a perverse thrill, a perverse ecstasy that coursed through his veins like wildfire. For in the embrace of Leviathan's dark and commanding allure, Glasyalabolas found himself trembling not just with fear, but with a hunger and admiration that burned hotter than the flames of Hell itself for the devil above him.

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Caught in the Cats Web Chapter 15

Miguel O'hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

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Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (piv)

Word Count: 4K

Summary: An unexpected visitor drops by Felicia's penthouse. 

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: We’re back! Holiday season was crazy and we both got sick but here’s some smut to make up for it!

New York, Earth-192

"Ready?" Miguel called out as he meticulously adjusted his attire in front of the mirror by the front door.

"Wait!" Felicia's voice echoed from her jewelry room. "I have the perfect earrings for this dress. I know they're here somewhere!"

Miguel couldn't help but chuckle as he rolled up the sleeves of his tight white button-up shirt. "You were the one who insisted on leaving early for the hors d'oeuvres," he playfully teased.

Felicia's frustration was evident as she continued rummaging through her jewelry, determined to find the right accessories for the evening. "I can't show up to an art gala looking like this!" she huffed.

Just as she voiced her concern, a polite but urgent knock sounded at their front door, disrupting the couple's preparations.

"Babe, can you get the door?" Felicia called from the jewelry room, where boxes and accessories were strewn about in disarray.

Miguel smiled as he made his way to the door. Once it opened, he was met with a familiar face, one he’d studied many times before. 

"Oh!" The woman at the door jumped in surprise, her eyes darting to the numbers next to the doorframe. "Do I have the wrong address?" She pondered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Miguel maintained his composure, trying to keep the conversation polite. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

The woman's frown deepened as she studied Miguel. "I'm looking for a Felicia Hardy," she explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Before Miguel could respond, Felicia came bustling down the hallway and around the corner, slipping into her sleek black heels. 

"Ready!" she exclaimed, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.

As soon as she came into view of the door, Felicia stopped in her tracks, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"Felicia!" 

"May?" Her voice quivered with surprise. "W-What are you doing here?"

Aunt May brushed past Miguel, her arms enveloping Felicia in a warm, comforting hug. Her voice was filled with genuine concern as she said, "Oh, honey, I heard what happened." 

Miguel, standing nearby, could see the distress written all over Felicia's face. Although he was ready to intervene and save her from this potentially awkward situation, he understood that this was something Felicia needed to go through. He watched, his heart heavy with empathy for the woman he cared deeply for. His presence was a silent support, ready to be called upon if necessary.

Aunt May broke the hug, her hands gently cupping Felicia's face. "You two are meant to be together, sweetheart, you'll get through it." Her words were filled with conviction and a kind, maternal assurance that tugged at Felicia's heart.

Felicia felt overwhelmed as a storm of questions flooded her mind. She stammered, struggling to grasp what was happening. "W- What are you talking about, May?"

With a deep frown, Aunt May explained, "Peter told me you two broke up. I'm here to help you through your crisis." Her eyes were filled with compassion and understanding.

Felicia's thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of the situation. "W-what... what crisis?"

Aunt May drew her into another comforting hug, expressing her support. "Aw, honey, you don't have to hide it from me. We're family." She held Felicia close, offering reassurance and understanding.

“How about we sit.” Felica said as she guided her to the couch. Miguel watched from a distance, ready to offer his support when she needed it most. Felicia felt a wave of relief as she settled into a chair. She took a deep breath and looked at Aunt May, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hope. "I'm very lost right now. Can we start over?"

Aunt May nodded her expression kind and understanding. She held Felicia's hands in hers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Of course, dear. Peter and I had our Sunday brunch today, and he told me you two broke up." She paused, her voice filled with concern. "He told me you were having a crisis and needed time, that's why I'm here."

As she rummaged through her purse, Aunt May's warm smile returned, and her eyes softened. She pulled out a familiar Tupperware container. "I brought you that dessert you like." She placed it on the table, a small gesture of comfort and care.

“May,” Felicia’s voice filled with regret. “I’m not having a crisis.” Aunt May’s eyebrow quirks in confusion. “I’m very happy, May.” She smiles, glancing at Miguel who stands across the room.

“Well, it seems like I’m lost now.” 

“I’m sorry, I know this is going to be hard to hear, but Peter and I broke up months ago.” Aunt May’s jaw slacks as she takes in the new information. “We broke up in the summer when he started seeing MJ… It’s winter now, I’ve moved on.” 

Aunt May’s gaze shifts down. “He can’t be with MJ, she’s still across the country.” 

Felicia bites her lip, feeling a tinge of guilt for destroying her image of her perfect nephew. “She moved back last May. We broke up in June.”

A tear escapes Aunt May. “Really?”

Felicia nods. “I tried. We got back together at least four times during the summer, but… It didn’t work out. I’m sorry.” 

“But you two were meant to be together! We bought you a ring in May! He had a whole proposal planned!”

Felicia could feel her heartache. “I’m sorry,” was all she was able to say. 

Meanwhile, Miguel’s blood was boiling at the interaction. He wondered how many people Peter had lied to, how long he pretended they were together. Even thinking of the possibility of Felicia saying “yes” to him, and accepting marriage gave him chills. It enraged him all the more. 

Felicia listened to May's words with a mix of emotions, her eyes welling up with tears. She appreciated May's understanding and sympathy. As the tears began to flow down her cheeks, she took solace in May's comforting presence. 

"I'm so sorry he didn't tell you. But if you would have seen him, how he acted with me as time went on, you'd understand," Felicia confessed.

A few tears trickled down May's cheek, and she looked deeply pained. "I'm so sorry, dear. For whatever he did to you, well, I—" Her voice trembled with emotion.

Felicia reached out and touched May's hand. "It's not your fault, May. Nothing was." 

May opened her arms, and Felicia moved to hug her, finding comfort in the maternal embrace. She gently stroked her hair and cheek before letting her go.

"Peter maybe my nephew, and he may be one of the brightest kids that I know. But he is the stupidest boy to ever let a woman like you go. I hope you two can reconcile one day," May expressed her sentiments.

Felicia hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't think so. I've moved on. I'm in a relationship now, and I'm really happy." She offered a grateful smile. Aunt May nodded understandingly, "Thank you for everything, May."

The two women stood and made their way to the door. Felicia escorted May out and assured her that she hadn't ruined anything special. 

May clasp her hands over Felicia's. "Well, then I'm glad, dear. And who's that tall Greek sculpture sulking in the corner?" May raised an inquisitive eyebrow, gesturing to Miguel.

Felicia smiled and beckoned Miguel over. "This is my—"

"Boyfriend," Miguel interjected with a warm smile, extending his hand to shake May's. She shook his hand and smiled coyly.

"I see..." May took a moment to assess Miguel. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Thank you very much," Miguel replied, wrapping his arm around Felicia's waist. He kissed her cheek and added, "I'm a lucky man."

May continued to smile and delivered a low response, "Indeed you are." 

She then turned her attention back to Felicia giving her a wink. 

"Are you sure you don't need help getting home?" Felicia held the door open for May. 

"No, no, dear. You kids enjoy your night. I can handle myself just fine. Goodbye, Felicia. I hope to see you again soon." With a wave, May left the apartment.

Felicia closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh as if she were releasing the pent-up tension from her visit with Aunt May.

"Are you alright, baby?" Miguel's voice came from behind as he stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.

She turned in his arms, burying her face into his chest. "I don't know," she mumbled, her words muffled against his shirt.

Miguel's expression turned stern as he said, "I'm gonna kick Peter out of the Spider Society." His tone was filled with frustration.

Felicia pulled back slightly, looking up into Miguel's now-raging red eyes. "No, you can't," she replied softly, her voice filled with concern.

"I can and I will," Miguel asserted, his determination unwavering.

Felicia hesitated before responding, "As shitty of a boyfriend he was, he's a good Spider-Man. I don't wanna be the reason he isn't part of the Spider Society." She frowned.

Miguel's hand came up to cup her cheek, his fiery eyes locking onto hers. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice softer.

Felicia nodded, her eyes reflecting her decision. "Alright, mi vida," Miguel sighed. "But if he fucks up at all, I'll have to deal with him." 

“Alright, big boy, whatever you want.” She teases, patting his broad chest. 

“Whatever I want?” His voice turns from soft to seductive, sending a chill down Felicia’s spine. 

“Mmhmm.” She hums as she begins to bite her lip. 

Miguel leans down, letting his lips brush against her ear. “And what if I wanna fuck you against that window right there?” 

Felicia slightly gulps at the sudden boldness. 

“What- what about our date?” 

Miguel smirks, his voice low and seductive. "Who said we can't have a little fun before our date?" He trails his fingers lightly along Felicia's arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I need all of New York to watch me claim that perfect little pussy of yours."

Felicia's heart skips a beat as Miguel's possessive tone sends a mix of excitement and apprehension through her. 

She tries to speak, but her words catch in her throat as she feels the intensity of his gaze. "Miguel," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "What’s gotten into you? Was it- was it May’s visit? Are you mad or something?" Her eyes search his face, hoping to find understanding.

Miguel's expression tightens, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features. He cups her face gently, his touch both tender and firm. "Felicia, you're mine," he says huskily, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "I won't let anyone else have you."

His words send a jolt of desire through her, but also a pang of concern. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Peter was planning to propose to me, does it? Because I would’ve said no, Miguel.”

“Is that so, gatita?”

"I belong to you, Miguel," she says softly, placing her hand over his. "And I choose to be with you, trust me."

Miguel's eyes only darken as he gazes into hers, his possessiveness tempered by a glimmer of protectiveness. 

A smirk grows on her red-painted lips and spreads across her face, as she steps closer to him, her hand traveling up around his shoulders. “Miggy,” She looks up at him through her eyelashes, “I think you’re jealous.”

Miguel swallows the saliva harshly in his throat. “I am not jealous. I am -”

“No, no don’t hide it from me, baby,” Felicia leans up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to hover over his as she grabs his chin to face him with her thumb and forefinger. She whispers against his lips in a sultry tone, “I like it when you're jealous. I like that possessive look in your eyes when someone else looks at me, or the fact that it makes you do the most unholy things to me afterwards.” She bites her lip to conceal the breaking of her character. Maintaining lust-heavy eyes, she guides towards the window, practically daring Miguel to follow. 

Miguel never breaks contact with her, knowing that she wants him to take her bait. He takes a deep breath before slowly following Felicia, each step slow and intricate as if sneaking up on his prey. “You wanna hear something unholy, mi vida?” Felicia nods her head with a bite of her lip. “I want you to take off all your clothes, slowly, piece by piece, and I want you standing naked in the living room begging for me to touch you and fuck you and mark you as mine. Because no one can make you feel as good as me, and make you cum so hard that you can’t even see straight, or stand up properly.” 

Felicia lets out a sharp breath, watching how the muscles in his broad shoulders move with each step as he stalks towards her. 

Once Miguel finally reaches Felicia, his hand gripping her hip to pull her body flush against his, the other sliding into her platinum hair, exposing her neck to him. He watches as her breathing quickens, her breasts just peeking out from the straps of her dress. 

She lets out a breath, then a moan as he leans his head down to the side of her neck, whispering in her ear, “And no one like Peter Parker, or some irritating cowboy is going to come between us and take you away from me, because baby girl, you are mine.” 

“Fuckin’ hell you turn me on, baby.” Felicia whines as he nips her neck, and not gently. She feels as he moves his hands, sliding up and down her body, squeezing her curves and kneading the soft skin of her ass. 

Miguel speaks up again, “And I’m gonna fuck you against that window, so everyone can see me make love to the Goddess that I get to call mine.” Before Felicia can wrap her head around Miguel’s words he picks her up by the waist, practically throwing her against the thick glass of his living room window. 

Miguel pressed their bodies against the window with such intensity that she was surprised it didn’t crack on the impact. Miguel's hands traced the curves of Felicia's body with reverence, his fingertips leaving trails of molten desire. She arched her back, surrendering herself to the intoxicating sensations that danced along her skin. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their mouths hungry for more than just a simple kiss. Every touch, every caress sent shivers down their spines, igniting a fire within that consumed their beings. As they kissed her legs wrapped around his waist to keep from falling, his hands only leaving her so he could reach around her back to zip her dress off her body. Felicia couldn't help but let out a moan as she felt his hand slide down her back, using his claw to quickly tear through the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. 

As they kissed, their breaths mingled, forming a symphony of heavy sighs and whispered moans. Miguel's tongue gently teased Felicia's lower lip, seeking entrance to her mouth. She willingly granted him access, losing herself in the sweet chaos of their tongues fighting for dominance. Felicia reached down to Miguel's chest, taking hold of his shirt and ripping the buttons from the smooth material, throwing it to the other side of the room as she claws Miguel’s now bare chest. He groaned as she raked her nails over his exposed skin, claiming at his chest and then traveling up his torso to tangle her finger in his hair. She murmured something against his lips as she continued to kiss him, Miguel almost missing it from the sounds they were making.

“What did you say?” he asks her heavily panting. Felicia murmured, “I said take them off, Miggy, please -”

“Are we begging already, baby girl?” Miguel cuts her off with a smirk, admiring how she struggles to take off his pants, using the heels of her feet to push down on the waistband while hanging onto his neck and shoulders so she doesn’t fall from his grip.

“Say it again sweetheart,” his lips molding with Felicia’s in a bruising kiss. “Beg for me,” he husks as he nips her chin. “Beg for my cock.”

“Pretty please Miguel, fuck me against this window until the glass shatters,” she breathed heavily. 

It didn’t take anything else to hold Miguel back. He kept one hand securely fit around her, sliding the other down the trail of her stomach until he reached the inside of her panties. At first, he teases a finger in just rubbing her clit in small circles, feeling her wetness before fully inserting his finger inside her.

Without any warning on the motion from Miguel, she let out a long sigh out moan, in pure bliss at the contact of finally being touched where she needed him most. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” Felicia can only moan in his neck, biting his shoulder in reply. Miguel grunts at the pinch of her love bite, not expecting to feel both her nails and her teeth marking him all at once. 

“You want my cock hermosa? You want me to take you as mine?” Miguel’s lips press against her ear, sending chills down to her core. “Wanna feel my cock so deep inside of you? Make you cum harder than he ever could?” 

Felicia lifts her head from his shoulder, letting out a whine. Her hips buck from the lost contact when he pulls out his finger. “Beg me, Felicia.”

“I need your cock, Mig, please,” she sighs.

“No no no, princess, louder. I want the neighbors to hear you begging for me to fuck you so good.” 

She smirks at his dominance, raising her head to look into his eyes with lust-heavy eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Miguel. Please please fuck me, baby, I need you inside me.” 

“Good girl,” without much warning, Miguel’s claws tear Felicia’s thin lace panties before plunging his cock inside of her. She lets out a loud moan at the sudden contact and the feel of him stretching her walls so good. 

As soon as she adjusts he starts thrusting into her at a rapid pace, her ass bouncing back and forth on his cock and the cold glass window behind her. 

Nothing has turned her on so much. 

Still thrusting Miguel takes her wrists, raising them above her head, and slams them not the window above her head, with a firm, “Stay there”.

His hands grip her waist now, guiding her rolling hips to meet his in every thrust he makes, making them both unleash the most breathy and sinful noises out of their mouths at the new angle. 

“Fuck,” she sighs, feeling him pound that sensitive spot. 

“You like that?” Miguel growls. “My good girl’s taking every inch so fucking good, aren’t you?” He coos between pants. All Felicia could do was drunkenly nod, but it wasn't enough. “Words.” He demands. 

“Miguel,” she moans, “I’m gonna cum”. She peers through her eyes to meet his, a stern look on his brow and a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. 

“You’re gonna cum when I say you’re gonna cum,” She smiles, feeling her heart flutter and her body tingle with anticipation. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Sir."

She could feel his grip tighten on her hips as he thrust his hips harder and faster. His breathing grew heavier, and she knew he was coming closer and closer to his release. 

“Hold it.” He gunts, picking up his pace. 

Felicia whined as she struggled to keep herself from cumming. Miguel moans as her walls squeeze his cock even harder, begging to release. 

“Mig-” 

“No.” He pants his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I want all of New York to know you-” thrust “are” thrust “mine” thrust.

“I can’t h-hold it pl-please!” Felicia’s nails dig into Miguel’s back imprinting on his skin. 

“Cum for me baby,” Her head falls back against the glass as she lets out a gasp. Miguel’s arms wrap around Felicia’s body, pulling her as close as possible as their bodies shudder with pleasure. 

After a moment, their breathing becomes heavy and ragged. Miguel’s forehead presses softly against Felicia’s allowing them to look into each other's tired eyes. If she was quiet enough, she could hear his heart pounding with hers. Once he regains a steading breath, Miguel presses a tender kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out. 

With utmost care, Miguel cradled Felicia's head in his hands, treating her as delicately as if she were a porcelain doll before gliding back to the bedroom. 

As soon as they reach the room, Miguel gently lays her down on his bed watching Felicia stretch out, feeling the post-orgasmic contentment wash over her. She notices how he turns his body as he motions to leave the room again. She reaches out and places a hand on the arm to stop him. 

“Where are you going?, she asks, about to sit up before Miguel politely pushes her shoulders back down to lay on the bed again. 

“Just getting a towel to clean you up baby, I’ll be right back.” He walks towards the bathroom turning back to her with a playful pointing finger, saying “stay” before turning down the hall. 

Lying back on the bed, Felicia surrendered herself to a wave of relaxation and exhaustion. With a deep breath, she let out a soft moan, a reflexive response as she replayed the events that had just transpired. Miguel reenters the room, towel in hand, ready to clean up, prompting Felicia’s eyes to open. He gently wipes off her inner thighs, feeling the smooth texture of her skin as he pulls the towel away. Felicia smiles widely at Miguel while he does so, he looks up to notice the smirk on Felicia’s face as she watches him clean her. 

Miguel chuckles and looks back down at her, “What’s got you smiling, Miss Hardy?” 

Felicia coyly smiles and leans up on her elbows to look at him, “I just like looking at you when you concentrated, your brow all furrowed and your eyes squinting as you concentrate on something. You always look so grumpy, it’s cute.” 

Miguel raises his eyebrow at her, making a strange face as if he’s trying to “smolder”, “This eyebrow?” he questions. 

Felicia nods her head, giggling softly at him as he walks away again to discard the towel. He comes back not even a minute later, jumping on the bed next to Felicia, immediately pulling the covers over them, and pulling her next to him so her back lies against his chest. He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent, his hands stroking her hair. Felicia relaxes against him, her breathing slowing as her body responds to his touch. He leans in and kisses her neck, his lips lingering for a few moments before she speaks. “So much for that date, huh?”

“I was really looking forward to going to the gala,” Felicia sighs. “You just had to ruin it.” She teases. 

“We could still go.” Miguel’s fingers caress her skin, practically lulling her to sleep. 

“Ahuh.” She rolls her eyes with a soft chuckle. 

Felicia cozies into Miguel’s arms as she watches the lights of the city shimmer beyond her window. 

“How does 20 minutes sound?”

“Huh?” Felicia turns her head to look at her naked man. 

“Is 20 minutes enough time to relax before I eat that pretty pussy out like it’s my last meal?” Miguel smirks. 

“You sure that's enough time for you, old timer?” Felicia hums, watching Miguel’s eyes darken.

“Old timer?” He scoffs as he moves over her to settle between Felicia’s legs. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Chapter 16

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TWICE IDEAL TYPE

!!TRIGGER WARNING!! Dahyun and Tzuyu's readings are a bit heavy especially Tzuyu, although I don't go into detail. As much as I want to keep these readings fun and light, it's hard not to pick up on what idols are going through, as relationships can sometimes be toxic especially in this industry.

NAYEON

Personality: 5 of cups, wheel of fortune, 4 of swords

Someone a bit tormented, a dark type of individual that would be her opposite, a fated connection, for her it’s all about the spark, she doesn’t want to think when she is in a relationship, she wants emotions and passion, could be attracted to heartbreakers a little bit, people who are loyal, but are very complicated or intense that the relationship can be overwhelming at times, someone very emotional and instinctual, raw, the sexual connection is important, someone who might be difficult to approach, who went through a lot and don’t trust people easily,  scorpio, aries, pluto, cancer

Appearance: 9 of pentacles, the moon, ace of pentacles

A sensual appearance, someone with a strong body that she’d like to touch, someone who looks like they would smell/taste good, like a delicious fruit lol, someone mysterious, thicker body type, prominent wide chest/pecs, mysterious, dark colors, a simple style, nothing too flashy, intense but reserved aura taurus, pisces, scorpio

Turn offs: the empress, 10 of swords, the hermit

She is turned off by the same traits that she is attracted to but pushed to the extreme, so while she likes someone who is a bit of a loner, she wouldn’t want them to be reclusive either, she likes someone who looks a bit tormented but not completely depressed or messed up to the point they would be in complete shambles and give up on everything in life. She likes someone who has a sensuality to their looks but they shouldn’t be prettier than her or look they they are too venusian, nor too kind, too comfortable to be around (she likes a bit of a bite and intensity), too cozy and nurturing. venus, negative gemini, virgo, saturn, scorpio

JEONGYEON

Personality: 8 of wands, queen of swords, 5 of swords

She is attracted to intelligent, fast paced, efficient people, people who always have an opinion and are not afraid to voice it, but could at times run into heated debates, she can be attracted to cold, distant individuals who have strong boundaries, snobbish intellectuals who tend to look down on others. People who are quick to react, honest, direct, a bit impulsive and blunt. People with authority and who are in control. Competitive people who like to win especially with their words. aries, aquarius, mars, gemini, virgo

Appearance: 2 of wands, 3 of coins, the emperor

Masculine, tall, big, powerful, wide, someone with a lot of authority and charisma, intimidating, frowny face but when you get to know them will show you the most beautiful smile, muscles, strength, facial hair, maybe hairy body, the color red, could be an older person, someone dressed in a simple, cleancut masculine way that still showcases their authority, could be into uniforms. aries, mars, saturn, capricorn

Turn offs: justice, 8 of wands, the emperor

Like Nayeon, she is turned off by the traits she tends to be attracted to when pushed to the extreme, so someone unforgiving, detached, cold, punishing, someone who acts like a cop even in the relationship, someone too concerned with the rules, someone too impulsive, who never chills, never takes time to relax and enjoy life, always onto the next big thing, someone too controlling, devoid of feelings and kindness, who acts like an authoritative parent or her boss rather than her lover. Overly serious individuals. negative saturn, capricorn, aries, mars

MOMO

Personality: the world, 4 of wands, ace of wands, page of cups

Someone full of life, positive, someone who likes to party and have fun, a creative, artistic, inspiring person, someone who always has new ideas for activities or art, a dreamer, a person full of positivity, generous, expressive, spontaneous, sensitive, kind, with a certain innocence, maybe younger than her or simply more youthful, someone romantic, a breath of fresh air, someone who would be invested in the relationship, very loyal and committed, someone who would want to build something long term with her, someone who likes animals, someone who is open-minded, interested in the world and eager to explore it with her. jupiter, sagittarius, pisces, leo

Appearance: the sun, 5 of wands, knight of cups

A radiant, sunny, regal appearance, masculine and reassuring, a bit fierce, hot, sporty, athletic, looks like they can win a fight, muscular, expressive, but also romantic, big, expressive, kind eyes, could prefer lighter brighter colors like yellow, blond or light hair, golden skin. An open, honest face that is easy to read, bigger, fuller, wider features, wide shoulders. leo, sagittarius, cancer, pisces, jupiter

Turn offs: 7 of wands, 3 of wands, page of wands

Someone overly competitive, selfish, self centered, only focused on his goals, not invested in her and their relationship, with serious anger issues, mean, violent, someone immature, reckless, too stubborn, someone disloyal, incapable of sitting still, who acts without thinking, there are shades of the type she is into but much more authoritative, aggressive and without the integrity. negative capricorn, aries, leo

SANA

Personality: the empress, ace of swords, 2 of wands

She is attracted to an artist, a creative, charismatic, flamboyant partner, someone passionate and inspiring, someone beautiful, or who inspires beauty and art, a bit of a genius, who always have new ideas, someone who makes her feel alive, someone she is comfortable with and can share interests and activities with. Someone sensual, a bit hedonistic, who enjoys life to the fullest. Someone optimistic focused on the future and who sees life as full of possibilities. Someone authentic and committed to their craft and purpose, deeply invested in their career or passion. Someone original and unique, who can only be themselves. Someone brave. venus, leo, pisces, scorpio, neptune

Appearance: 2 of wands, knight of cups, the empress

A romantic look, wavy or curly hair, thoughtful dreamy eyes, passion in their eyes, soft features, someone truly beautiful, in an artistic way, a timeless beauty, I’m hearing “a painting”. Sana is really attracted to a very artistic person. Original artistic sophisticated style, maybe a great singer with a beautiful emotional voice. Golden rich colors, browns, burgundy. Graceful, elegant. Slower energy. Think Jack Dawson in Titanic.  venus, taurus, libra, pisces, neptune

Turn offs: 7 of cups, 6 of wands, 8 of swords

Someone who is too flirty, not committed, who has so many options and cannot pick just one person, relish in their success and shows off, someone vain, always bragging, but actually insecure and cowardly, someone who is all talk but no action, a spineless person. negative pisces, leo, gemini, libra

JIHYO

Personality: knight of swords, 2 of swords, ace of wands

Someone enterprising, fast paced, a bit hot headed, impulsive, who is good at taking action and making decisions, who has a good intuition and follows their heart while still using their head, clever. A fierce, masculine, competitive, ambitious partner, someone who is witty, with a good sense of humor, spontaneous, authentic, a bit sassy, who can be even rude or blunt at times, someone creative, passionate, who can ignite a spark within her. Someone who she has a lot of chemistry with, the sexual connection is quite important and she prefers active, virile partner full of vitality and strength. Someone who can help her let loose a bit. aries, mercury, sagittarius, mars, scorpio

Appearance: the wheel of fortune, 5 of swords, the chariot

Someone fierce, striking sharp features, high cheekbones, hollow cheeks, maybe an aquiline or sharp nose, prominent eyebrows, intense, sharp, almond shaped eyes, could prefer darker skin tone, long limbs, tall, someone who looks powerful, full of vitality, healthy. A bit wild looking, big swift movements. A bit mean or intimidating looking lol. Expressive. mars, aries, scorpio

Turn offs: 8 of pentacles, 5 of wands, the hierophant

Someone slow moving, too traditional and conservative, pessimistic and negative, a party pooper, someone who always seems to be struggling in life, always provoking people around them, narrow minded, too stubborn when it comes to their opinions, ignorant, stupid. A workaholic, someone obsessed with results, money, their job, who has no time for fun and spontaneity.  capricorn, taurus, saturn, negative mars

MINA

Personality: 6 of swords, page of wands, ace of wands

Right now, she may be more eager to explore, so she is attracted to someone who isn’t overly attached, someone spontaneous, fun, light-hearted who she can have a good time with. Someone not too complicated. Someone youthful, who isn’t looking for something serious. Someone creative and artistic who she can share fun activities with. Someone adventurous who is a bit impulsive and could bring her along for a fun night. She needs passion, fun and chemistry and that would be enough for her at the moment. gemini, sagittarius, aquarius, leo, aries

Appearance: queen of pentacles, king of cups, 10 of wands

She may prefer someone who looks reassuring, trustworthy. She may prefer a thicker body, not too skinny. Sensual movements, a bit hypnotic, especially when it comes to their eyes and body language, kinda snake like. Yet a reassuring presence, the type of presence that would completely envelop her, wrap around her that she could abandon herself to them and feel completely supported. saturn, pluto, capricorn, scorpio, pisces, taurus

Turn offs: the moon, the chariot, judgement

Lack of clarity, ambiguity, someone too intense, overly emotional, too invested, someone who wants to change everything about their life, who would overwhelm her or try to change her habits, someone who messes up with her feelings, a controlling, needy, jealous or possessive partner.  scorpio, capricorn, pluto, pisces, cancer

DAHYUN

Personality: 9 of swords, the hanged man, 3 of swords

It seems like she isn’t interested in romance at the moment, and actually the thought of it gives her anxiety and nightmares. She is letting this area of her life on the side right now. She may have been betrayed in the past, attracted to cheaters, passive, possibly people who were taking drugs, or drinking too much, people who were making her life messy and had no direction, no goals, no structure in their lives, complicated people who tried to lure her into something unhealthy or possibly simply something unconventional that she wasn’t ready for and that brought her a lot of anxiety and even guilt.  negative pisces, gemini, neptune

Appearance: 4 of cups, 4 of pentacles, 9 of cups

Pouty, kinda bored looking types of people, with a nonchalant lazy charm, charming smile, people who look a bit needy or emotional, sensual, touchy people, huggers, people who are loners, in their own bubble, possessive body language, androgynous looks. Colorful original, stylish fashion. Seductive, magnetic eyes. Slow energy. pisces, cancer, neptune, capricorn, taurus

Turn off: ace of wands, the magician, 10 of pentacles

impulsivity and spontaneity (she prefers someone a bit more slow), someone too fidgety, too chatty, always in motion, someone who has too many activities and is unable to chill or sit still, someone too easy to read, a smartass, someone who is trying too hard to sound intelligent, intellectuals (she finds them boring and wouldn’t be able to listen for too long). She is also scared of commitment and the idea of building something long term and growing old with someone, have kids, building a legacy and household together and even the union of two families scares her.  gemini, capricorn, taurus

CHAEYOUNG

Personality: 9 of wands, the magician, the world

A powerful, intelligent person who is at the top of the world. Someone who is very resourceful, could always support her and help her no matter what, someone who has all the solutions, is always prepared for anything and would protect her and make her feel completely secure. Someone very clever, witty, with a lot of knowledge and a good sense of humor. Someone rich preferably, of high status. Someone who is good at everything. Someone fully committed to her, a very stable, long lasting relationship. Possibly someone older. capricorn, all air signs, virgo, leo

Appearance: 4 of wands, 3 of pentacles, 3 of wands

This could be a specific person who is around her, in the industry, maybe a fellow idol. Someone who is marriage material, who looks “perfect”. Someone very charming, polite, proper, well groomed, but also very confident, determined, respectable. Intelligent, observant eyes, maybe dimples. Warm voice. Contagious, charming attractive laugh. Attractive by conventional standards. Eloquent. Could be a good dancer.  virgo, libra, leo, gemini

Turn offs: the devil, the hierophant, 8 of wands

Manipulative, controlling partners who let their temper get the better of them. Immoral, messy, chaotic people, people who are into extremes, either extremely loose, or extremely conservative, she wants moderation, intelligence. Someone who is taking substances or is addicted. Someone who is trapped by others, whether their family or job, she wants to be with the one who makes the rules and is at the top. Someone impulsive who doesn’t think long term.  Negative pisces, scorpio, taurus, aries, sagittarius

TZUYU

Personality: 6 of cups, page of swords, the devil

Someone who would be truly interested in her, for who she is deep inside, giving, supportive, who can make her feel like a child again, maybe who would not want something sexual or romantic right away, more of a friend at first, she wants an emotional and intellectual connection, with someone kind, intelligent, curious, witty, funny, who has a lot of conversation. However she may have been involved with people who started to present themselves as such but were actually in disguise and trying to seduce and manipulate her. Another side of her tends to be attracted to darker individuals too, with a very sexually magnetic presence, who she knows aren’t good on the long term, but she kinda gets sucked in anyway.  pisces, cancer, scorpio, aquarius, gemini

Appearance: ace of cups, 10 of cups, 5 of cups

People who look emotional, deep, romantic, who look like they could be family oriented, make good parents, nurturing, people who can’t really hide whether they feel happy or sad, their face is an open book, blue/black/white colors, the colors of the night, soft features, powerful torso, shoulders, dark/black wavy or curly hair, pale skin, people with a romantic, mysterious, dreamy look. The eyes especially would hold a lot of emotions. People who can look sad at times, melancholic, but also very kind. The wounded child type of face. More of a loner.   All waters signs especially cancer and pisces, neptune

Turn offs: the emperor, 8 of pentacles, knight of wands

Overly masculine authoritative people, people who want to be the boss in relationship, “me me me” types, controlling, nitpicky overly serious people, people obsessed with control, results, status, power. Arrogance, competitiveness, bullies, people who are too loud, the type who thinks “the strongest or the one who shouts the loudest wins”.  all fire signs especially aries, capricorn

[telvarla]

Heii, I’m trying as a music student to save up for surgeries like hysterectomy and bottom surgery as I got rejected by the public Norwegian trans healthcare even though I’ve been trying to get help from them for 4 years. (They suck and the head doctor is a member the anti-trans hate group SEGM, no joke 💀) I’ve been on hormones almost a year now privately.

I draw a bunch of elves for the most part and love BG3, pathfinder and DnD. Would love to draw some Tavs! I have so far drawn 3 commissions of Dnd characters :>