#obligation to use that platform for that person?

[knifeslidez]

some of yall's hatred for chappell roan is genuinely bizarre

[blakeswritingimagines]

That's My Expertise: Chapter One, A Different Kind of Role.

Summary: You meet captain huggy and get a date without him knowing you.

Warnings: OF! reader, Quinn not knowing who you are, Canucks knowing you, Jealous! Quinn, First date, Being a Canucks fan, Flirting, Meet cute?, OOC Quinn, Sex, No protection, You wanted a longer fic

Word Count: 9.9k

You were one of the most popular Only-fans models on the platform and it wasn’t hard to see why. You exuded confidence and were unapologetically yourself, loving what you did and living life to the fullest. With your vibrant personality and stunning looks, you had a legion of devoted fans who couldn't get enough of your unique and authentic content. From playful and flirty videos to candid behind-the-scenes moments, you always delivered on your promise to give your fans the best experience possible. When it came to shooting content, you took your work seriously but never forgot to have fun. You worked hard to ensure that your videos and photos were top-quality, but you also made sure to infuse each one with your own individuality and personality. Whether you were playing music during a shoot to get into the mood or joking around with your film crew, it was clear that you were having a blast doing what you loved.

Over time, you had gained a reputation for being one of the most friendly and accessible adult film stars on the scene. You were known for taking the time to interact with your fans on social media, responding to their messages and questions with genuine warmth and enthusiasm. You also made it a point to attend fan events and signings whenever possible, often going out of your way to make your fans feel special and appreciated. You decided to take some time out of your busy schedule to catch the Vancouver Canucks game, one of your favorite teams. As you entered the arena, you could feel the energy of the crowd around you, and a smile spread across your face. You loved being here and experiencing the excitement of the game live. As you made your way to your seat, you couldn't help but notice a few fans recognizing you and approaching you for selfies and signatures. You happily obliged, always appreciative of your loyal fans.

During the game, you cheered on the Canucks enthusiastically, soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying every moment. Then, something unexpected happened. As you were watching the game, you noticed one of the players, Quinn Hughes, glancing in your direction a few times. You didn’t think much of it at first. You were used to the attention you received from both fans and famous people alike. You simply chalked it up to Quinn being curious about who you were there. However, the glances kept coming, and you couldn't help but notice that he was stealing more and more looks in your direction. During the intermissions, you noticed Quinn sneaking looks at you a few more times. It was then that you started to wonder if there was more to it than just curiosity. You couldn’t deny that he was a good-looking guy, and you were certainly aware of his status as a star player for the Canucks. As the game continued, you found your attention divided. A part of you was still fully invested in the game, cheering on the team and enjoying every goal. But another part of you was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that you were being watched. You caught yourself stealing glances towards Quinn too, feeling a mixture of intrigue and excitement.

The game ended with a thrilling victory for the Canucks, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement. The energy in the arena was contagious, and you were riding high on the adrenaline of the win. As the crowd began to file out of the arena, you stood and stretched, feeling a contented exhaustion starting to set in. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice call your name. It was a man’s voice, deep and slightly raspy, and it sounded familiar. You turned around to see Quinn Hughes, the player you had been stealing glances at during the game, standing a few feet away. A jolt of surprise and excitement ran through you as you saw him standing there. You had been half expecting him to approach you, but it was still unexpected and delightful. You tried to keep your cool, though, and gave him a warm smile. "Hi there." Quinn returned your smile, his eyes locked on you. “Hey, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to come over and say hello.” He seemed a little nervous, and you could sense a hint of eagerness in his voice. You chuckled softly, impressed by his nervousness. “No bother at all, I’m happy you came over.” You paused for a moment before continuing, "You played really well tonight. That overtime goal was pretty epic.”

Quinn’s cheeks flushed a little at your compliment, and he grinned, visibly pleased. "Thanks. It felt pretty damn epic." He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on you. "I also have to say, it was hard to focus on the game with you sitting there looking like that." Your eyebrows raised in surprise, a little taken aback by his directness. You were used to compliments, but there was something about the way he said it that made your heart race a little. A smirk formed on your lips and you teased, "Oh? Was I distracting you that much?" Quinn chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You have no idea. It was almost cruel to have you sitting there looking so gorgeous while I was trying to play." He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "I've got to admit, I’ve been thinking about approaching you for a while now." You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of flattery at his words. “Oh really? And why is that?” you asked coyly, folding your arms across your chest and tilting your head slightly to give him a flirty look. Quinn shifted on his feet, his gaze never leaving yours. “There’s just something about you that caught my attention. I don’t know what it is, but I just couldn’t get you out of my head.” He took a small step closer, his eyes scanning over your face. “I had to come talk to you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, surprised by his sudden confession. You had seen people look at you with desire before, but there was something more to his gaze, something that made you feel like he was genuinely interested in you. "That's quite a compliment," you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips. Quinn laughed softly, but his eyes were still filled with a mix of nerves and eagerness. "I'm just being honest," he said with a shrug. "You’re a beautiful woman, and I couldn’t let the opportunity to talk to you pass me by." He paused for a moment before continuing, “And I’m glad I did. You’re even more attractive up close.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed at his compliment. You were used to fans throwing praise at you, but there was something about hearing it from him that made it feel different. "You know, you’re not too bad yourself," you replied, teasing him with a wink. Quinn's mouth curled up into a smirk, his confidence growing. "Oh, you think so, huh?" he said, his tone playfully challenging. He took another step closer, just a foot away from you now, and you could smell the subtle scent of cologne on him. Your heart was racing as he got closer, the proximity making your breath catch in your throat. You tried to keep your composure, though, and responded with a cheeky retort, "Yeah, I do. I mean, you’re a professional hockey player for the Canucks. I’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself.”

Quinn chuckled, his eyes flitting over your face, taking in every detail. "Fair enough," he replied, clearly amused by your banter. "Although I’m willing to bet you’ve done pretty well for yourself too." You laughed softly, leaning slightly towards him. You had a feeling where this conversation was heading, and you were enjoying the back and forth. "You have no idea," you said, a playful glint in your eyes. Quinn’s expression softened into a playful smirk. “Oh, you’re going to leave me hanging like that?” he teased, stepping even closer still, his body almost touching yours now. “You can’t just drop that little innuendo and leave me wondering.” Your heart raced even faster at his proximity, the heat from his body radiating towards you. You knew this was uncharted territory, but you couldn’t deny the thrill you felt. You looked up at him, your eyes locked on his, and smirked. “You’ll have to wait to find out,” you replied huskily. Quinn chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over your face, lingering on your lips for a fraction longer than they should’ve. "You’re a tease," he said, a hint of appreciation in his tone. "But I can’t say I don’t enjoy it."

Quinn’s expression turned more serious, his eyes meeting yours directly. “I’ve really enjoyed talking to you. As a matter of fact, I was wondering – would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?” He pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and holding it out to you. “Maybe exchange numbers? I’d love to take you out.” You couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at his proposal. “I’d love that,” you replied, a smile lighting up your face. You quickly took out your phone and exchanged numbers with him, saving each other’s contacts. Just as you were finishing up, you noticed something over Quinn’s shoulder – a few of his teammates from the Canucks were approaching. Their faces brightened with recognition as they saw you and realized who you were. Brock called out, “Hey Quinn, you know her? Lucky bastard.” Quinn rolled his eyes but grinned, turning around to face his teammates. “Yeah, I just met her,” he said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange, enjoying being the center of attention. All the players now stood in a semi-circle around the two of you, their eyes going wide as they realized who you were. Elias let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’re even prettier in person.”

As you said your goodbyes, Quinn's teammates were still eyeing you with curiosity, some of them nudging Quinn playfully. He gave you an apologetic smile, knowing they were being a bit too friendly. "Sorry about them," he said, gesturing towards his buddies. "They’re a bit… excitable." You laughed it off, not minding at all. "It's all good. I’m used to attention." Quinn nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose you are. Well, I’ll give you a call about that dinner." With that, the two of you went your separate ways, both of you still buzzed from the encounter. Once you were out of earshot, the teammates erupted into a flurry of comments and questions. “Holy crap, Quinn. You got her number? You really are one lucky bastard.” Brock was the first to speak up, still stunned by the encounter. "I can't believe you just walked up to her like that. And she actually talked to you. That’s epic." Elias punched Quinn on the arm, a teasing smirk on his face. “Yeah, man, way to go. I mean, I can’t blame you. She’s smokin’.” Quinn looked at his teammates’ faces, a bit confused about their reactions. “Why are you all acting like I just found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?” he asked, shaking his head in amusement. Elias chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Because you practically did, buddy. I don’t think you understand who she is."

Quinn’s confusion deepened. "What do you mean? She seems like a nice girl. Who is she?" Brock leaned closer, his tone becoming more serious. "You really don’t know? Dude, she’s only one of the most famous and gorgeous adult film stars out there." The words hit Quinn like a truck. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "Wait, what?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Are you serious? How do you all know that?" Everyone shrugged as if it was obvious, but Brock answered, "Come on, man. We all know you’re oblivious when it comes to pretty women, but even you’ve surely heard of her." He paused before continuing, "She’s all over the internet. Millions of people are fans of her." Elias laughed, patting Quinn on the back. "You’d have to be living under a rock not to know who she is." Brock chimed in, a sly grin on his face. "And let’s be honest, no one is complaining about being a fan." Quinn was completely taken aback, his mind still processing this revelation. He had been so captivated by her presence and beauty that he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of her being famous. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I was just talking to her like a normal person."

Brock snickered, poking fun at his friend's naiveté. "Well, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but she’s anything but normal." The teammates all chuckled, enjoying Quinn's shock. Elias added, "Yeah, I think she’s a little out of your league." Quinn shot him a withering glance, not amused by the jest. He tried to play it off with a smirk but couldn’t deny the sudden feeling of inadequacy. "Thanks, guys. Glad to know you have so much confidence in me." They all laughed at his response, Brock slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, we’re just messing with you. You’ve got guts, going up to her like that. And hey, you got her number, didn’t you? That’s got to count for something." Quinn rolled his eyes, feeling both embarrassed and proud at the same time. "Yeah, I got her number. But now I’m worried about what the hell I’m going to say when I call her." The teammates all shared a knowing look, clearly enjoying Quinn’s nervousness. Brock chuckled, giving him a pat on the back. "Don’t worry, man. You’ll figure it out. Just be yourself. She seemed to like you well enough, famous or not.” The others nodded in agreement, and a glimmer of hope flickered in Quinn’s eyes. Elias chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re overthinking it, man. Just be yourself. You managed to get her number without even knowing who she was.” Brock nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just don’t be your usual awkward self."

Later that night, after the game, Quinn found himself at home in his comfortable apartment. His thoughts kept returning to their conversation from earlier in the evening, and more specifically, your job. It felt surreal to him that someone as captivating as you would have such a unique career, and somehow, his brain kept nagging at him to understand it better. He couldn't deny his curiosity, so he sat down in front of his laptop and did something he knew he shouldn't… look up videos of your videos. He typed in a few key words into a certain website, trying not to feel too guilty as his computer loaded up what he was searching for. The first few videos that popped up had thumbnails of you in various 'situations', but Quinn pushed through his slight embarrassment and clicked on the first one that caught his eye. The video started, and within seconds, he found himself drawn in. His eyes traced over your every move, his mind racing with a mix of fascination and desire. He couldn't help but notice the way you moved and the way your body reacted to every touch. Quinn found himself getting lost in watching your videos, his mind filling with a million questions and… other thoughts.

There was one video in particular that caught his attention. It was longer than the others, and the thumbnail showed a look of ecstasy on your face as you were in the embrace of another man. The words "Passionate Encounter" were the only words that accompanied the thumbnail. Despite his better judgement, Quinn couldn't help but click on it, a mixture of curiosity and desire pushing him forward. The video began with a slow, teasing start. Your body was pressed against the wall, your arms resting on the shoulders of the man in front of you. There was a tension between you, a build up of something electric and intense. The man's hands moved over your thigh, his touch lingering a bit too long. You shifted, a soft gasp escaping your lips, and Quinn felt his own breath catch in his throat in response. It was like he was the one touching you, the one making you moan like that. The man moved closer, trapping you between his body and the wall, his breath grazing your skin. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck, and you arched into the touch. Your head fell back, and another soft moan escaped your lips. Quinn watched on, his body reacting to the sound of the man's name slipping from your mouth. He could almost feel the way you'd move under his touch, his mind filling with thoughts of how he could make you make those sounds, how you'd sound if it was him making you fall apart.

The man's hands moved under your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You pushed your body back against his, seeking more of that sensation. The man's lips came to your ear, his voice low and possessive as he whispered something only you could hear. You responded with a moan, your fingers curling against his skin. The sound of it, the way you looked, all of it sent a shiver down Quinn's back. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his clothes. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if he was the man in the video making you feel good like that instead. As the video came to an end, Quinn sat back in his chair, his mind a whirl of thoughts. He had seen enough to satisfy his curiosity, but he also felt a little guilty. He knew he shouldn't have gone down this rabbit hole, but he found himself unable to look away. The images and sounds of you had seared themselves into his mind, and he knew it would be hard to forget them. His body was still reacting to what he had seen, thoughts and images flashing through his mind. Quinn shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but they kept returning. He felt a mixture of awe, desire, and even a hint of jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel jealous, but he couldn't help it. The thought of you with someone else, experiencing things with them that he wanted to experience with you, it nagged at him. As the last video ended, Quinn took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't get the image of you out of his mind, your body pressed up against the man in the video, the sounds you made, the way you looked. It was all too much to bear. He knew one thing, though…he had to talk to you. He needed to hear your voice, to see your face.

A few days had passed since their encounter, and Quinn found himself pacing his living room, phone clutched in his hand. He had been thinking about you nonstop, the memory of your smile and the sound of your laugh playing on repeat in his mind. But now that he was faced with the task of actually calling you, his usual confidence vanished. He dialed your number, his heart pounding in his chest. The line rang once, twice, three times. Finally, you picked up, your voice like a balm on his nerves. "Hello?" "Uh, hi," Quinn managed to get out, cringing at the shakiness in his voice. He hadn't been this nervous around a woman since high school. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "It's Quinn… From the game the other night…" Your voice lilted with a touch of amusement at his nerves. "Ah, yes, Quinn from the game. I remember." Your tone was warm and friendly, not at all put off by his anxiety. "How are you?" Quinn exhaled, grateful that you weren’t hanging up on him yet. "I’m good, thanks. Listen, I was wondering if you’re free this week?” He winced at the cliché line, feeling like a teenager asking someone to prom.

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then you responded with a hint of a playful tone. "That depends. What did you have in mind?" Quinn’s mind raced, trying to think of something impressive but coming up empty. "Well, I thought maybe we could grab dinner? There’s this new place downtown that’s supposed to be good." He mentally kicked himself for sounding so unoriginal. "Dinner sounds nice," you replied easily, not a trace of judgment in your voice. "I've heard great things about that place. When were you thinking?" "How about tomorrow night?" he asked, his eagerness slightly tinged with anxiety. He didn't want to come off as too desperate, but he also didn't want to give you the impression that he was stringing you along. "If you're available, of course." You replied after a moment - "Tomorrow night works perfectly for me. I’m actually looking forward to it." You chuckled softly, a note of genuine excitement in your tone. "I have to admit, I’m a little curious about what you’re like outside of a hockey game." Quinn was both relieved and thrilled by your response. He had hoped you wouldn’t reject his invitation, but he hadn’t expected you to sound so genuinely interested in him. "Great," he said heartily, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I’ll pick you up then. Say, around seven?" There was a moment of pleasant surprise in your voice. "You’re picking me up? Such a gentleman." There was that playful undertone again, and it only added to Quinn's nerves. "That works for me. I’ll see you tomorrow night." "See you then," he mumbled, barely able to believe his luck. He managed to hang up the phone without making more of a fool of himself and collapsed onto his couch, feeling both relieved and flustered. He had a date with you. Now he just had to survive it.

The next night came faster than Quinn was prepared for. He spent an inordinate amount of time meticulously planning out his outfit, wanting to make the right impression without looking like he’d tried too hard. Finally, he settled on dark jeans and a nice button-down shirt, casual yet presentable. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair nervously. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “You’re a hockey captain, for crying out loud." He got in his car and drove to your address, butterflies swarming in his stomach. It wasn’t just that you were stunningly beautiful; you had sparked something inside him he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he pulled up in front of your building, he took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest. He walked up to the door and rang the bell, steeling himself for the evening ahead. You answered the door, and Quinn was momentarily stunned by your beauty. You looked even more radiant tonight, dressed in a chic yet understated dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his eyes widening as he took you in. "You look… amazing," he managed to say, his voice a little breathless. You smiled at his reaction, a hint of amusement twinkling in your eyes. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You gave him a quick once-over, taking in his attire and the nervous yet adorably flustered look on his face. "You ready to go?"

Quinn nodded hastily, feeling both relieved and intimidated by your composure. "Yeah, let's go." He guided you to the car, opening the passenger side door for you with an unnecessarily dramatic flourish. Once you were seated, he got in on the driver's side, still a little dazed by your presence. "So, um, the restaurant we're going to is supposed to have great food. And a great atmosphere," he rambled as he started the car. You nodded appreciatively, sensing his nerves and trying not to make things too awkward by addressing them. "That sounds nice," you said, keeping things light. "I'm looking forward to it. I've been meaning to try that place." There was a moment of semi-awkward silence before you turned to him, your tone lighthearted. "Are you feeling okay?" "What? Me?" Quinn asked, forcing a chuckle that came out more like a nervous giggle. He was trying his best to play it cool, but it was clear that your proximity was making him even more on edge. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" You shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "You just seem a little…" You paused, searching for the right word, your eyes roaming over him with a hint of both curiosity and intrigue. "…Tense." Quinn swallowed, mentally cursing himself for being so obvious. He forced a tight smile, his grip on the steering wheel tightening involuntarily. "I'm just… I don't know, a bit out of my depth here, I guess."

You chuckled softly, the sound warm and pleasant. "Out of your depth? Why's that?" You leaned back in your seat, studying him with a mixture of amusement and genuine interest. Quinn let out a sigh, feeling like he was under a microscope. "It's just… You're kind of a big deal, you know?" He glanced over at you, his gaze flickering between you and the road ahead. "I mean, you're not just some random person I picked up at the bar. You're… famous." You playfully rolled your eyes but smiled. "I think you're overestimating my fame a bit," you replied, your tone tinged with amusement. "But I appreciate the compliment." You rested your chin on your hand, still observing him intently. "Is that what's making you so nervous? The fact that I happen to have a large fan base?" Quinn nodded, his eyes focused on the road but his mind elsewhere. "Yeah, kind of. I just…" He sighed again, feeling a little embarrassed at his own nerves. "I guess I don't want to screw this up and end up looking like an idiot in front of all your fans." You smiled at his honesty, finding it endearing more than anything. "I understand that fear. But let me assure you, I'm just a regular person. Yes, I have a lot of fans, but that doesn't mean I'm some unattainable goddess or something. And you're not making a fool of yourself. In fact, I think it's kind of cute how nervous you are."

Quinn felt his cheeks heat up at your words, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure coursing through him. "Cute? I don't know about that." He stole another glance at you, seeing the genuine reassurance in your eyes. "You don't think I'm a total mess, then?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Not at all. If anything, your nerves just show that you care. It's endearing." You reached over, placing a gentle hand on his arm for a moment. "Just relax. I don't bite, I promise." Quinn couldn't help but feel comforted by your touch, his nerves calming slightly. "Thanks. I'll try my best to relax." He gave you a small smile before focusing on the road again. "But just so you know, I'm probably going to be a little awkward all night." As you entered the restaurant, Quinn couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness. The upscale ambiance and the subtle looks from the staff and other patrons didn't help his anxiety. He kept stealing glances at you, trying to gauge if you were enjoying yourself. You, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, making calm conversation with the maitre d', charming the host and the servers. Quinn felt out of his element, struggling to keep up with your cool demeanor. He managed to find his voice, trying to steer the conversation in a more comfortable direction. "This place is great," Quinn said, looking around the restaurant with wide eyes. The elegant décor and soft lighting created an upscale atmosphere that was both inviting and intimidating. He took a sip of water, his gaze flickering back to you, hoping he hadn't sounded too generic.

You nodded appreciatively, surveying the surroundings with a look of satisfaction. "It definitely has a certain energy to it," you agreed, your voice carrying a hint of casual nonchalance. "I've heard good things about the food, too." He nodded and glanced around again as a waiter handed you both menus. "Yeah, that's what I heard as well." Quinn tried to match your nonchalant tone, but it came out sounding strained. He wanted to impress you, to show you that he belonged in this environment, but the pressure was getting to him. He nervously thumbed the edge of the menu, trying to think of something interesting to say. You noticed his fidgeting and gave him a reassuring smile. "You don't have to impress me, you know. Just be yourself." Your words were meant to ease his nerves but only made him more aware of his own awkwardness. He took another sip of water, trying to find the confidence to open up. "I'm trying, honest," Quinn mumbled, feeling a bit like a lost puppy. "It's just… this isn't exactly my usual scene." He looked around the restaurant, taking in the other patrons who seemed so comfortable in this upscale setting. You chuckled softly, your tone sympathetic yet amused. "Oh, really? A handsome hockey player like you doesn't dine at places like this?" You gave him a cheeky wink, teasing him a little.

Quinn couldn't help but laugh at your teasing, feeling a bit more at ease. "Usually I'm more of a burger and fries kind of guy." He ran a hand through his hair, a small smile tugging at his lips. "This is definitely a bit out of my league." You shook your head, still smiling. "You give yourself too little credit. You're doing just fine." You leaned forward, propping your chin on your hand, eyes studying him with a hint of curiosity. "What about you should I need to know up front?" He shrugged his shoulders with another sip of his drink. "Well…" Quinn drew out the word, searching his mind for something more to say. He wanted to come up with something witty or impressive, but all he could think about was how effortlessly captivating you were compared to him. "I don't really have any interesting hobbies. I spend most of my time working out or practicing. Hockey leaves little time for anything else." You hummed, leaning forward slightly. "So your life revolves around hockey then, I take it." It was a statement, not a question, but there was no judgment in your tone. You were simply observing him, absorbing his every word and movement. Quinn nodded, a bit sheepishly. "Yeah. It's not the most exciting lifestyle, I know. But it's what I love." He fidgeted with the silverware, feeling the need to justify himself. "It's what got me where I am today, and I owe it all to the sport." You let out a soft chuckle as you shook your head. "You don't need to justify anything to me," you responded gently. "If it's what you love and it's what brings you success and fulfillment, then that's all that really matters." You took a sip of wine, your gaze still on him, gauging his reaction to your words.

Quinn gradually became more relaxed and comfortable in your presence, the earlier nerves fading away as you chatted amiably about a multitude of topics. He found himself genuinely enjoying your company and conversation, forgetting about his initial anxieties. You, in turn, were pleasantly surprised by his wit and intelligence, finding that there was more to him than met the eye. As the meal progressed, you both lost track of time, too engrossed in talking to each other. Hours passed like minutes, and the restaurant's staff didn't rush you to leave, allowing you to sit and chat as long as you wanted. Throughout the date, you noticed how Quinn's nervousness slowly faded away, replaced by a charm that you found endearing. He was smart, witty, and unexpectedly funny, making you laugh more than once with his unexpected jokes. He in turn found himself becoming more captivated by you, the way you could discuss any topic with confidence and intelligence. It was a refreshing change from his usual interactions with women who only cared about his hockey career. At one point, a waiter came over to refill your glasses with wine, the restaurant quieter than before. As the waiter left, you lifted your glass and swirled the liquid inside, watching the red liquid spin. "You know, I haven't had this much fun at dinner in a long time," you remarked, a contented smile tugging at your lips. "You're a pretty great conversationalist when you're not all nervous."

Quinn chuckled, his cheeks flushed but not from nerves this time. "Thanks. I think." He took a sip of his own wine, the alcohol starting to loosen his tongue. "You're not so bad yourself. I mean, you're actually easy to talk to. I feel like I can say anything around you." He leaned back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, a mix of admiration and intrigue in his eyes. Your lips curled into a soft, amused smile at his words, clearly enjoying his admiration. "I'm glad you feel that way," you replied, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. "I've met my fair share of people who tend to put on an act around me, like they're too awestruck to actually be themselves. It's nice to find someone who can be casual around me." Quinn nodded, feeling a sense of connection to your words. "I don't get starstruck easily," he admitted. "But I have to confess, when I first found out who you were, I was a bit… intimidated, I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck, an embarrassed chuckle escaping his lips. "I mean, you're quite popular and all that. I figured you'd want nothing to do with a plain hockey player." You raised a brow, slightly amused by his assessment of himself as "plain." "You're hardly a regular hockey player, you know," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your tone. "You're a star player for the Canucks as well as captain. That's hardly 'plain'." You held up your wine glass, gesturing towards him with it before taking a sip. "Besides, I happen to be of the opinion that hockey players are an attractive bunch."

Quinn felt the heat creep back into his cheeks at your compliment, his ego inflating a bit. "Oh really? You find hockey players attractive, huh?" He quirked a brow, a hint of a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. You shrugged, a sly smile playing at your lips. "What can I say? There's just something about a tough, athletic guy in a hockey uniform that's hard to resist." You let your gaze sweep over him for a moment, taking in his physique with an appreciation that was almost palpable. Quinn couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at your obvious admiration. He sat up a bit straighter in his seat, his ego preening like a peacock. "So you're saying I have a shot, then?" he teased, his tone becoming more flirtatious. You let out a soft, amused chuckle, clearly enjoying him being playful. "Maybe." You held his gaze, your eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Though I'm not an easy catch, you know. You'll have to work for it." Quinn's ego roared to life at your words, his competitive instincts flaring up. He leaned forward, a determined glint in his eyes. "Oh, I'm not one to back down from a challenge." He smirked, his voice filled with a surprising confidence. "You can bet your pretty little ass that I'll work for every bit of your attention." Your eyebrow raised at his sudden change in demeanor, surprised by the change but also intrigued. "Whoa, suddenly you're getting all cocky on me, aren't you?" There was a hint of challenge in your tone, clearly relishing this playful banter. "Careful, now. Cockiness can be a turn-off, you know."

Quinn shrugged, his smirk unwavering. "Oh, but I'm not being cocky, sweet cheeks," he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. "Just confident. There's a difference." He leaned forward a bit more, his eyes locked on yours as he spoke a play on words about your job. "Besides, I have a feeling that you're the kind of woman who likes a bit of cocky." As the night drew to a close, you and Quinn left the restaurant, the cold night air a stark contrast to the warm ambiance inside. He walked you to your door, both of you chatting casually as you approached your building. The conversation was light and playful, a sign of how comfortable Quinn had become around you. He stopped at the bottom of your front steps, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I had a really great time tonight," he said, his tone warm and sincere. You smiled, feeling a genuine satisfaction with the evening as well. "Me too," you replied, leaning against the railing of the steps. "You're not as awkward as I first thought you'd be." There was a light teasing note in your voice, but it was said fondly.

Quinn chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, you just bring out the best in me, I guess." His eyes locked with yours, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "Truthfully, I was scared shitless to take you out. I thought for sure I was going to screw things up and look like an idiot." You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "You did splendidly," you assured him. "No screw-ups, no awkward silences. You were actually… kind of amazing." You gave him a playful wink, a hint of flirtation in your tone. Quinn felt his cheeks grow warm at your words, a mix of pride and affection fluttering in his chest. "Amazing, huh?" he echoed, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I could definitely get used to hearing that from you." You giggled, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Don't let it go to your head," you teased, waving a finger at him in mock warning. "I don't want you getting all cocky on me." Quinn shook his head, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I can handle a bit of ego stroking." He shifted closer, his voice dropping to a quieter tone. "But only from you."

You chuckled again, the sound like soft music in the quiet night. "Keep being sweet like that, and I might just let you boost your ego a bit more." Your tone was playful and teasing, but there was a genuine satisfaction in your eyes. Quinn couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Is that so? Well, consider me motivated, then." He leaned in a bit closer, his gaze locked with yours, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "Can I see you again?" You seemed a bit surprised by his straightforward request, but pleasantly so. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips, and you nodded slowly. "Yes, I think I'd like that." There was a moment of silence, a comfortable one, as the two of you stood there, eyes locked. It was as if both of you were slightly hesitant to say goodnight. Eventually, Quinn cleared his throat lightly, breaking the silence. "I should let you go inside," he said, though there was reluctance in his voice. "It's getting pretty late." He took a step back, his eyes still lingering on you. "Good night, sweetheart." As Quinn prepared to bid you goodnight, some kind of internal battle was going on in your mind. There was a moment of hesitation before you spoke. "Are you in a rush to leave?" your question held a hint of hope in it.

Quinn paused, a note of pleasant surprise in his expression. "No, I'm not in a rush," he replied, his tone curious. He quirked a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Why? Did you have something else in mind?" You hesitated for another moment before shrugging nonchalantly trying to sound casual. "I suppose I could offer you a nightcap, if you're interested?" you offered, tilting your head and giving him a small smile. A thrill shot through Quinn at your offer. He tried to hide his excitement but couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "A nightcap sounds perfect," he responded, his voice full of an eagerness that he hoped wasn't too obvious. "It'd be a shame to say goodnight so soon." You nodded, gesturing towards the door with your head. "Then come on in," you said, a hint of a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I have a decent collection of alcohol, and I guarantee I can mix a mean cocktail." His heart skipped a beat at your casual invitation, and he chuckled softly. "I have no doubt about that." His gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer before he followed you up the steps towards the door, a nervous but excited flutter in his stomach. You led him inside, the soft click of the door closing behind them sounded like a promise of intimacy. Quinn took a moment to take in the surroundings of your home, his eyes roaming over the cozy yet elegant decor. He was slightly distracted, too busy drinking in the sight of you to really care about the finer details of your apartment.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said, heading towards the kitchen. "I'll fix us something to drink." You didn't wait for a response, leaving him to his own devices. Quinn took a seat on the couch, the soft, luxurious fabric of the cushion enveloping him. He leaned back, looking around the room. Your apartment was a reflection of your personality - stylish, comfortable, and subtly elegant. It wasn't ostentatious or flashy but had a refined subtlety to it, something he wasn't expecting from a down-to-earth OnlyFans model. As you busied yourself with fixing the drinks, your mind was racing with excitement and anticipation. The date had gone even better than you'd hoped, and the chemistry between you and Quinn was nothing short of electric. You could feel yourself getting more and more attracted to his boyish charm and confident demeanor with every passing minute. You returned a couple of minutes later, glass in hand. You settled on the couch next to him, your body positioned close enough that your thighs were almost touching, but not quite. Quinn's heartrate picked up at your proximity, the scent of your perfume swirling around him. "Thanks," he said, taking the glass from you. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes drifting over your form. "I have to admit, I expected your place to look different."

You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink. "Different how?" you asked, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. You leaned back, mirroring his position, your bodies almost but not quite touching. He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don't know, I guess I thought it would be… flashier, maybe, given your profession." He shrugged, taking a quick drink from his glass. "Don't get me wrong, it's a great place. It just looks… normal." A small chuckle escaped your lips. "Normal? And what, pray tell, do you think my place should look like?" You couldn't help but tease him a bit, finding his assumption faintly amusing. You watched him over the rim of your glass, your gaze lingering on his features. "You were expecting my apartment to be all pink and covered in fuzzy handcuffs?" You asked with a playful lilt in your tone. He nearly choked on his drink, laughing incredulously. "Yeah, something like that." He set his glass down on the coffee table, amused and flustered by his own assumptions. "I guess I was expecting something more Hollywood and less… domestic. No offense intended, of course. Maybe a little. But mostly I just figured you'd have a lot more… equipment lying around, you know?" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, as if conjuring up images of various sex toys and props. "For the content creation, I mean."

You chuckled, watching the various expressions flit across his face. "Oh, and how would you know so much about 'the content creation process?'" You asked, leaning forward slightly, your tone playful and curious. "I didn't take you for a regular at OnlyFans or the like." Quinn's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, fidgeting with his glass. "Well, uh, I may have done some… research," he admitted sheepishly, still avoiding eye contact. "For, um, general knowledge purposes only, of course." He glanced back at you, a hint of defiance in his eyes. "Hey, a guy's gotta stay informed, right?" He chuckled awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment flushing his cheeks. "To be completely honest, my teammates clued me in. They were the ones who recognized you first." He shifted back against the couch, rubbing the back of his neck. "They're big fans, by the way." Your smirk widened at his admission, your eyes glistening with playful triumph. "Ah yes, 'research'. A noble endeavor, especially when encouraged by your teammates." You leaned a bit closer, your voice dropping to a lower tone, almost a whisper. "So tell me, what all did you learn from this, ahem, 'research?' Did you happen to stumble across any of my videos?"

Quinn felt like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting. He took a gulp of his drink, trying to calm the heat creeping up his neck. "A few, uh, short clips here and there." he mumbled, avoiding your gaze yet again. "Just out of curiosity, I swear. I just wanted to… get an idea of your work, you know?" You hummed, a knowing glint in your eyes. "Of course, purely educational purposes, right?" You paused, taking a sip of your drink before continuing. "And what did you think? Did you… learn anything?" Your tone was playful yet filled with a subtle tease. Quinn's cheeks felt like they were on fire, but he managed to maintain his composure. He let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I learned that you're way better at this than I would be, for starters." He finally met your gaze, his own eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and admiration. "You, um, know how to move… in all the right ways." Your smile widened at his compliment, your gaze growing more mischievous by the second. "Is that so?" You shifted a little closer to him, your knee brushing against his leg. "Well, I do have to admit, I'm quite skilled in certain areas." You leaned in a bit closer, your voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Would you like to see just how skilled I am in… knowing how to move the right way?"

Quinn's heart pounded in his chest, the heat in his cheeks growing stronger. He swallowed hard, his mind and body buzzing with a heady mix of excitement and nervousness. But he held your gaze, a hint of determination in his eyes. "Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice a little hoarser than usual. You chuckled softly, loving the way his gaze was fixed on you. You leaned even closer, your face just inches from his. "Oh, it's more than an invitation," you murmured, your tone a velvety promise. You reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the touch sending a shiver down both of your spines. "It's an offer, a chance to experience just how… skillful I can be." Quinn's breath hitched at your touch, his throat suddenly dry. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the scent of your perfume playing with his senses. He held your gaze, the tension crackling between them. Finally, he nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm… interested." Quinn tensed as your fingers grazed his skin, sending sparks of electricity coursing through him. He felt himself leaning into your touch, drawn to you like a magnet. "I think I'd like that very much," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Show me what you've got."

Your lips curved into a satisfied smile as he submitted to your touch, your fingers tracing the contour of his jaw and down to his neck. The way he leaned into your touch told you more than any words how much he wanted this, how he craved your touch. You felt your own excitement building, the anticipation of showing him a hint of what you were capable of sending a surge of adrenaline through you. "I thought you might say that," you murmured, your eyes fixed on his "Ready for a little… demonstration?" Quinn's pulse raced as he nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," he breathed out, his voice tinged with desire. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of your fingers on his skin, the warmth spreading through him. When he opened them again, they locked onto yours, filled with a hunger and need that left no room for doubt about what he wanted. "Show me," he whispered, his hands reaching out to rest on your thighs, feeling the softness beneath the fabric of your dress. "I want to learn everything you can show me."

Your breath caught at the touch of his hands on your thighs, the simple contact igniting a fire within you. You slid your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling him closer until your lips brushed against each other in a fleeting, electrifying kiss. Breaking apart, you gazed into his eyes, seeing the raw desire reflected back at you. "Patience, love," you purred, your voice low and husky. "We have all night, and I intend to make every moment count." With a gentle tug, you guided him to stand, then turned and led him towards the bedroom, your hips swaying enticingly with each step. Once inside, you closed the door behind you and turned to face him, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Now, where were we?" Quinn's entire being seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he followed you into the bedroom, his eyes glued to your every movement. He stood frozen for a moment, drinking in the sight of you, before his gaze dropped to your lips, remembering the kiss you'd just bestowed upon him. He licked his own dry lips, a soft moan escaping him as he stepped closer, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. "Right here," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Let's pick up where we left off." Quinn's fingers dug gently into your hips as he pulled you flush against him, his hardness pressing insistently against your belly. The heat emanating from his body was palpable, and he let out a shaky sigh, his forehead resting against yours.

A soft gasp escaped you as he pressed against you, his arousal evident and thrilling. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head back to meet his hungry gaze. "Mmm, I think we can do better than that," you murmured, trailing your lips along the column of his throat, nipping and sucking gently. Your hands roamed over his back, fingers digging into the firm muscles as you ground your hips against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both. "Let's take this to the bed," you suggested, already turning towards the mattress, pulling him along with you. You fell back onto the soft sheets, Quinn following suit, his body covering yours as he claimed your mouth in a kiss. Quinn's kiss was urgent, desperate, as if he was trying to convey all the pent-up longing and desire he'd been holding back. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless. One of his hands slid down to cup your breast, thumbing over the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, and you arched into his touch, craving more. Breaking the kiss, Quinn trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking marks into your skin as he made his way to your breasts. He pushed the fabric of your dress aside, exposing your bare flesh to his eager gaze. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he lowered his head to take your nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily.

A sharp intake of breath escaped you as his mouth closed around your sensitive peak, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue and teeth sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between the two as if trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from you. You rocked your hips against his, seeking friction, needing more of his touch. "Quinn," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "Please…" You weren't sure what you were begging for, but your body knew, craved the pressure and heat of his cock against your aching center. With a sudden burst of strength, you flipped him onto his back, straddling his hips as you began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. Quinn's chest heaved with ragged breaths as you pinned him beneath you, his eyes dark with lust. He watched, transfixed, as you worked open his shirt buttons, revealing the smooth, toned skin beneath. His hands came up to rest on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he lifted his torso to press his mouth to yours in another kiss. He reached down to his jeans, quickly freeing his straining erection, the thick length springing up to slap against his abdomen. Quinn's gaze was riveted to yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. "Now, are you gonna put that sexy ass to work or just keep teasing me?" he growled, his voice rough with need.

A wicked grin spread across your face at his words, and you leaned down to nip playfully at his earlobe. "Teasing is half the fun, isn't it?" you purred, your hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip. You released him long enough to shimmy out of your dress, letting it pool around your feet as you crawled back up his body, naked and ready. Positioning yourself above him once more, you aligned his cock with your entrance, the head nudging against your slick folds. You looked into his eyes, your own burning with desire, and slowly sank down onto him, engulfing his length inch by delicious inch. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Quinn groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you began to ride him, setting a slow, sensual pace. Quinn's back arched off the bed as you sheathed him fully inside you, a guttural moan tearing from his throat at the incredible sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. His hands slid up your sides to palm your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples as he watched you move above him, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your body undulating with each thrust. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he rasped, his hips bucking upward to meet your downward strokes. The room filled with the sounds of your mingled moans and the slapping of skin as you rode him harder, faster, chasing the impending climax. Quinn's fingers dug into your hips, urging you on, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me feel you come undone on my cock."

Your pace increased, driven by the primal urge to satisfy your shared desire. Each downward plunge of your hips brought you closer to the edge, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Quinn's thick shaft. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building to a crescendo within you. "Quinn!" you cried out, your voice high and breathless as you teetered on the brink. With one final, powerful thrust, you tumbled over, your orgasm crashing through you in waves of intense ecstasy. Your inner muscles spasmed, milking Quinn's cock as he continued to pump into you, prolonging your bliss. As the aftershocks subsided, you collapsed onto his chest, your body still quivering with the force of your release. Quinn's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your walls convulse around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, his hot seed spurting deep inside you as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his veins. He held you close, his heart thundering in his chest as he savored the aftermath of their passionate encounter. After a moment, he gently rolled you onto your side, spooning you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder. "I never imagined our first time together could be so amazing." He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "But now I know exactly what I've been missing."

You smiled contentedly, snuggling back against Quinn's warm embrace. "I'm glad I could show you," you murmured, your voice still husky from passion. "And trust me, this is just the beginning." You turned in his arms, pressing your lips to his in a tender, lingering kiss. "I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun exploring my line of work." You hummed softly in contentment at his words, savoring the feeling of his body against yours and the warmth of his breath against your skin. You shifted slightly, sinking deeper into his embrace, the feeling of peace washing over you. "I never imagined it could be this good either," you said softly, your voice a little hoarse from all the soft sounds you made earlier. "You're full of surprises, you know that?" He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling against your back. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his voice still a bit hoarse from earlier. "You really know how to… push all the right buttons." He gave you a suggestive smirk, his hands roaming over your body in a tender, appreciative way. "And I'm looking forward to finding out how many more surprises you have in store for me."

You grinned slyly, your body instinctively arching into his touch in response. "Oh, sweetheart, you haven't seen anything yet," you responded softly. You gently ran your fingers down his side, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. "We've barely scratched the surface of what I'm capable of."

[planetsandstarsandstuff]

Synastry & Composite Chart Notes/Observations ll:

(please do not copy or repost on other platforms)

Moon in the 10H synastry: I find Moon often feels a sense of pride in the 10H person, even if they don't know them personally. They can become very emotionally invested in this person's success and are often highly defensive of them, particularly from public scrutiny. (sidenote: if you have your Moon in or ruling your 10th house, you may find people feel this way about you regardless of where their Moon sits in your chart.)

Composite 3H Uranus/Uranus-Mercury: These placements can often speak to sporadic communication - going long stretches without speaking, conversations lacking rhythm, communication over text feeling incohesive, etc.

Venus in the 2H synastry: Venus loves giving compliments to the 2H person; making 2H feel good about themselves makes Venus feel good in return.

Moon in 1H/Moon-asc synastry: Moon is often very attached to the way the asc person looks and can be sensitive to changes in their appearance - this synastry reminds me of when a baby starts crying after their dad shaves his beard or gets a new haircut LOL

Composite Libra Mars: Conflict tends to feel particularly uncomfortable here.

Planets in the Composite 12H can point to themes the two are shy about expressing with one another:

Venus - love, affection

Sun - personality, authenticity

Moon - emotions, vulnerability, earnestness

Mercury - communication, unfiltered thoughts

We might be able to see how others feel about our relationship with someone by looking at how their planets interact with the composite chart. Their Venus can tell us what they like or possibly envy about the relationship, their Mars can tell us what might anger them about it, Pluto may be able to show where they feel jealous or try to assert their power, Mercury can show where they're most curious about the relationship or what aspect of it they may discuss with others, etc.

Both Jupiter and Neptune can often grant a lot of forgiveness in synastry, but in slightly different ways:

With Neptune, there tends to be a presumption of innocence about the other person - it's easy to forgive them because we have a difficult time believing they could ever intentionally cause harm. There's often a lot of tolerance here.

With Jupiter, we're more likely to recognize this person's flaws than we are with Neptune - we don't view them through the same rose-colored glasses. However, we still tend to be very forgiving of them because we have faith in their overall character and ability to grow. There's often a lot of good will granted here.

Saturn-Moon synastry: As the Saturn person, we often feel responsible for the Moon person's emotional well being - there's a strong sense of obligation here. I find that even if we don't particularly like this person, we can't help but feel somewhat protective over them.

That's all, thanks for reading!

[genericpuff]

I've been griping about the normalization of identity outing via social media for a while now. To put it simply, it's become almost some weird societal requirement that if you don't have every detail listed about yourself in your Twitter/FB/etc. bio, then it means you have "something to hide" or that you're not as "verifiable" because your account looks indistinct from that of a bot.

But that societal norm has really only benefited the people who profit off of that information in some way, whether it's through selling user data or through weaponizing details about a person against them.

I know that a lot of us love to use the fun little labels and acronyms in our bio that help others like us identify us as a 'safe person' or as someone who's in the same social/racial/identity groups as them. We're humans, we love to categorize things, it's in our nature (and it's fun!)

But if there's any time to start regulating that habit and challenging the norm that you're obligated to include all your personal info online - it's now.

There was a time when sock puppet accounts were expected and typical, not "suspicious".

There was a time when even age-sex-location was considered "too much information", but once it became the norm, we only EVER gave our personal information beyond generic ASL to people who we knew both online and in real life, or at the very least, people who we had known online for a significant enough amount of time that they had proved to be trustworthy (and even then, we didn't owe that information to anyone, ever; there are forum friends who I made online 10+ years ago and still talk to who do not know my personal information beyond broad strokes).

There was a time when simply being an avatar with a funny username was enough. And it still is enough, but massive platforms like Facebook and Twitter have been brainwashing us for years to believe that's not the case, under the guise of, "You wouldn't want to be dishonest, would you?" Through these same norms, we were led to believe that anime profile pictures are cringe, that having a fake online name is stupid, that the photos of you having fun at social events have to be taken JUST right otherwise you might imply to others that you're not actually having fun.

And considering how long these platforms have been around now, we have entire generations of children now who have been born and raised on that version of the ZuckMusk web, who have been taught that it "protects them" to express to everyone publicly their age, their school, their workplace, their family members, everything about themselves, because to not do so would be disingenuous.

None of this is to imply that the Internet was "safer" back in the day. I definitely should not have been on the Internet as much as I was when I was 13 in the late 2000's, it definitely did not benefit my brain development or my social skills. But the version of the Internet we currently exist in now is one that's been predicated on the false sense of security - the belief that if you're honest, everyone else has to be, too.

We've always had ways of identifying our safe people - by participating in the communities that we know are designed around our hobbies, our interests, our people. They might be small, they might not be as "cool" as the idea of netting yourself a big following of thousands of people, but they're also a lot safer and more genuine than that idealized following ever could be.

Don't feel pressured to include every bit of information about yourself in your bio. Even on Facebook, there's no rule that says you have to list your workplace, your school, your family members. There's no rule that says you have to list your personality type, queer labels, and neurodivergent disorders in your Twitter bio. There's no rule that you have to "prove" your life is real and fulfilled through the verification of photos, location tagging, and open-book sharing. If you share those photos, it should be because you genuinely want to share them, not because you feel some societal pressure to live up to others' expectations.

And I guarantee you, even your local mutuals on Facebook - your former classmates, family friends, distant relatives, coworkers, etc. - do not actually give that much of a damn about your personal life that they should be owed that much of a look into it on a daily basis. They've got their own shit going on, they literally do not need to know every detail about you.

I know it sounds scary. It also sounds kind of boring, when we've been used to a certain "way" of browsing and participating for years, that if we don't do so, it feels like being in the "out group" and that we're "breaking the rules". But I promise you, after spending over half my life online, those rules do not exist or benefit anyone who wouldn't profit off that information.

If you're wanting to learn how to branch off from major platforms like Facebook and Twitter and/or become more self-sufficient online, here are some guides to navigating the Internet like an old schooler that may help you!

FREE SITE BUILDER:

DIGITAL PIRACY 101:

(also in addition to everything mentioned here ^^^ they neglect to also mention Tor Browser which is a light and free-to-use browser software that allows you to browse anonymously; note that it's similar to a VPN in that it helps hide your identity online, HOWEVER it won't mask you from your ISP quite as effectively as a VPN, and if you sign into personal accounts with Tor, that's still going to obviously out you online lmao but I love using Tor for the odd time when I need to make a sock puppet for something and don't want it linked to my IP! and unlike a VPN, it's free to use!)

LEARN HOW TO USE RSS FEEDS:

People still use these! They're especially helpful for getting updates from your favorite pages and sites directly to your browser WITHOUT having to worry about stupid algorithm bullshit picking and choosing what you see. And many sites DO have RSS support once you know how to find it! (like adding in /rss at the end of a URL! Like this!)

FAKE EMAIL SERVICES:

LEARN HOW TO CODE IN HTML/CSS/JAVASCRIPT (AND MORE!):

DECENTRALIZED SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS:

I hope this helps arm you with some new knowledge in how to navigate the Internet like a Certified Old Person™️(like meeee!) Make your secret alt blogs for besties! Make your formal Facebook accounts that are clean of personal information and present the most neutral, safe-for-work version of yourself and keep the fun stuff to the secret profiles and chat groups that are just for you and friends/family/etc!! It might be "inconvenient" to have multiple accounts for the same purpose, but it's also INCREDIBLY freeing and can make your online experience both safer and more enjoyable.

Being "less" of yourself online does not make you any less you. It is your identity - you do not owe any amount of it to anyone beyond yourself. And in times like these, your identity is your greatest asset. Protect it.

[beuxwhoyouare]

The Innovation

We stood in a line waiting for Jordan to make his way towards us one by one.

“What’s your name, height, age, and role?” Jordan, the tall scientist and my relatively new friend asked me in a way that felt colder than our usual interactions.

“Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

The latest cuts left our university’s research labs unable to pay lab participants. We had to get thrifty so some of the research assistants stepped up to be participants in one another’s projects. Admittedly I got to take part in one of the coolest ones left here. The creation of a semi-autonomous exoskeleton meant to help disabled people do things they currently couldn’t.

Jordan was so different outside of the lab, it was so weird to see him being so professional instead of being just chill. Up until this point we’ve tested limbs individually but today was going to be our first full exoskeleton tests. He’s been so busy this week working on preparations. Truthfully I didn’t know the full suit would require this much more prep but up until this point it’s been a pretty calm experience. Just coming in and doing remedial physical therapy routines with a mechanical limb for an hour.

Today we were apparently doing much more than that but I didn’t know how far we were going. I walked in to see the full exoskeleton hung up on hooks and wires.

“Strip down to your underwear, I have to place a few nodes on you to prepare you properly.” Jordan calmly directed.

“Oh? I didn’t know we were getting this intimate today. Also I thought this was an EXO-skeleton. Meaning it goes outside my limbs. It looks like you build a whole mechanical body?” I noted.

“It’s a lot more complicated than just an exoskeleton study. Also you’re gonna feel a little pinch with this neck node. It has a needle for monitoring. Don’t worry it won’t hurt once it’s in.”

Before I could interject to ask more, I felt the node get stabbed in.

Jordan guided me to an upright platform and instructed me to get onto it face forward to not obstruct the nodes. In an IV in my hand he injected something before I could question him again.

“Count backwards from 200.” Jordan told me.

I didn’t know I was going to be knocked out for this? But it was too late to object, I just obliged ignorantly. Before I knew it, I passed out but almost immediately I felt awake again, minus the sight. It felt like the haziness of a dream but the clarity of being awake.

“Oh he’s waking up, wait here. Riley you’re awake, good. Lemme turn that on so you can see again.” Jordan said coldly once again.

What does that even mean? Before I could ask, my sight returned but it felt very sharp? Like artificial and digital, very impersonal.

I tried to get up and move but was held back by the hooks…..and wires? Huh? As I tried to look down all I could see was translucent white covering a bunch of white wires. I was on the opposite side of the room I was on previously.

“What’s going on?” I said in a voice that sounded amplified more than projected through a diaphragm.

“Well it’s part of the experiment. I’m not exactly making an exoskeleton. The goal has been two pronged. One, to create a new corporal form to let people with terminal illnesses live longer and not be robbed of their lives. And two, program a learning model that can exist inside existing bodies of criminals that receive the death penalty. A perfectly good body shouldn’t go to waste just because the wrong person is piloting it. This way we can expedite reform. Take the broken parts out and put a brand new upstanding citizen back into the world.”

Riley put one and two together as he struggled on the wires. Part one of the experiment worked clearly. Somehow he was consciously inside of the full robotic body. But what about part two?

“…so if I’m part one did part two work?” I said as angry as this form would let me sound.

“Well let’s find out.” Jordan said walking across the lab to the area I was previously in.

“Okay open your eyes.”

The learning model doing as it was told like it’s programmed to do. Without the restrictive parameters of wiring, it looked down and managed to tilt its new form upward from the hooks. It raised its new head and looked right at Jordan with an empty look at its face that almost registered as a puppy dog face.

“Your name is Riley Michael Kingston. You are 5’ 10” 28 years old and you’re a research assistant. Please repeat your information and introduce yourself to this machine.” Jordan said as gesturing to me as he guided my former body in front of me to be able to see.

“Oh and take off your shirt.” Jordan slyly requested as a maniacal grin rose on his face knowing his request would be enacted.

“Hello. I am Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

There were no organs inside of me but I was the closest I could be to feeling my stomach drop.

“Riley please go put on the clothes in that box over there we have to test your cognitive abilities. I need to speak to this machine briefly.” Jordan said, his words digging into me like a knife.

“Jordan I’m glad this all worked but what are you doing? Why didn’t you tell me this was the extent of the exp-“

“That’s enough.” Jordan flipped a switch turning off the hanging exoskeleton.

“Okay ‘Riley’ let’s see how much muscle retention there is in your new form.”

Jordan instructed the new Riley meticulously through an extensive exercise routine. The learning model may be good at listening but it’s not good at autonomy and human limits. His body yearned for water and a break but he continued to push it. As he broke a sweat, a limit was reached during a bench press that almost ended deadly. The new Riley knew it reached its limit and defied Jordan’s command for the first time.

Jordan was surprised at the first sign of autonomy and noted it. As he began firing question after question to ‘Riley’ about why he stopped. Jordan realized the learning model was quite literally learning limits and its own autonomy and realized it was evolving faster than he could’ve expected. He simultaneously feared the breakthrough while also fearing losing the new ‘Riley’s’ naivety.

“Alright let’s go for a swim. Put this on.” Jordan rushed to the pool for selfish motives.

Riley’s body was insane and Jordan knew the real Riley never saw him as anything more than someone he worked with. But Jordan couldn’t let that just be. As the learning model robotically maneuvered his new human form in front of Jordan, the scientist objectified his former colleague knowing there would no longer be repercussions. As they arrived to the private research pool Jordan instructed the model to turn around. He approached the new Riley and planted a kiss on his motionless lips.

There was no reciprocation and he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He began graphically describing his dream night of carnal embrace with Riley to the learning model. Giving it a play by play on what to do, down to the kiss, the tongue motion, slight neck grab, exploratory hand movements, and even the moments they would both get hard. The moment Jordan said go, the learning model enacted every single action described.

Once Jordan unsheathed the speedo he forced ‘Riley’ to wear. He wickedly grimaced at the girthy sight before opening it to welcome the thick new pole down his throat. This was everything he ever wanted.

[silveryhill]

Alain Prost: Still, even as it turned out, it was a fantastic story, don’t you think? And I think, in a way, we’re missing a little of that today. (Motorsport, 1998.10)

There's a metaphor abt Senna's helmet in the vid. Inspired by an interview from Nuno Cobra(his coach)

it's possible to say that Senna had that kind of split personality. On the one side you had Ayrton, who is sensitive, loving, sweet, poetic, romantic, wise and careful. On the other side, there was Senna, who is explosive. Senna was very nervous, very agitated, stressed, bad tempered. He was often compromised and challenged. I think Ayrton suffered a lot in the hands of Senna.

So Ayrton was the human side of Senna. When he put the helmet on, he turned into a “stranger”, the ruthless Senna.

And before the imola accident, Senna took off his helmet in front of Alain.

On Saturday, after Roland Ratzemberger's fatal accident, that was not the Ayrton I used to know, he was really worried...

On Sunday, at lunch time, he went to see me and simply didn't say anything important. Everybody was watching that in slience. It looks like he just wanted to get close to me. And I really feel that he's so weak. That was the first time I saw him like that...

On that Sunday I thought, that's not Ayrton. He's fragile. He wasted five or ten minutes to come to me and say nothing. And then he went back to the garage.

So I finished my lunch and went to his garage...

Ayrton's ritual was to be completely focused on his thing in the car. He never took off the helmet, it was the first time he took off the helmet(before the races). He was doing some stretching in the garage...

I didn't want to bother him too much but he wanted me to stay, it seems that he just want to share a time with me.

he was happy that I came there to talk to him, and that was the last time.

In their last six months, Alain met the REAL Ayrton.

"There were three Ayrtons for me: the one before F1 when he was looking at my races, at everything I was doing, the way I was doing it; obviously the one when we were together, inside or outside the same team; and then the one when I retired." It was this last version that Prost says he grew to like adding he wouldn't have believed it existed "if I had not known this person myself."

But Ayrton was Senna, Senna was Ayrton. They're the same person after all. So still, he put the helmet on and went to his fate. As Ron Dennis said, "it's his obligation." Like an addiction, and he "can't drop it."

Jackie Stewart once said:

Ayrton Senna was the most dedicated racing driver I have ever met. He was totally immensed in his life of being a driver. It was what he lived for. I would say that in a high 90% range of Ayrton Senna's focus on Motor Racing. Stirling Moss, when he drove, was a man who had other likes in life. Niki Lauda had passions in life, Jackie Stewart had, Juan Manuel Fangio had. Ayrton Senna, I believe, was more focused than any of the names that I've just mentioned.

So I think for Ayrton Senna, life, or love, is seldom enough, and that's why we admire him so much as his pure spirit of racing. It's a beautiful paradox. He's different.

*thank you for reading my way too long thoughts <3

*please don't repost it to any other platforms(like ytb), on tbr is absolutely welcome!

[luv-lock]

Let me make something very clear.

I am not white, I am not straight. And I'm clearly not a man. I’m Middle Eastern. I’m saying this upfront so no one gets confused or assumes anything about me.

I created this blog for one purpose: to have a safe space for myself and for anyone else who wants to escape reality for a while. That’s it. This is my corner of the internet, and it’s built for fanfiction—nothing else. I love writing and sharing stories, I love connecting with people who also enjoy fandoms, and I love creating a space where everyone can just exist without having to carry the weight of the world all the time. If you’re here for that? You’re welcome. Stay as long as you want.

But lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of people saying, “You should speak up about this issue,” “You need to support this cause,” or “Why aren’t you posting about that?”

Let me stop you right there.

You don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. You don’t get to dictate what I share, write, or care about. My blog is my space. If you want to yell about something, advocate for something, or spread awareness, do it on your own platform. But you will not come here and try to force me into your expectations.

For anyone who thinks they have the right to demand I use my blog for their causes, here’s what you need to understand: I am not obligated to center politics here—or anywhere else. My political views and this blog are two entirely separate things, and they will stay separate. I know what I believe, I know where I stand, and I will not explain or defend that to anyone because, frankly, it’s none of your business. If I don’t bring politics into my blog, it’s not because I don’t care—it’s because I refuse to turn this space into a battleground. This is my peaceful escape, and it’s going to stay peaceful.

And for those ready to twist my words: no, that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant or apathetic. I see the world. I live in it too. But not everything I do has to carry the weight of someone else’s expectations. If I want to write fanfiction about fictional characters in fictional settings and not bring up real-world issues, that’s my choice. If I want my blog to focus on escapism and community rather than division, that’s my right.

Let me put it like this: If you think the earth is flat? Cool. If you think it’s round? Cool. If you have opinions about race, sexuality, gender, politics, religion, or whatever else? Cool. Guess what? I don’t care. That doesn’t mean I don’t value you as a person—it means I don’t need or want your opinions taking over my space. This blog is not the place for debates, arguments, or finger-pointing.

I don’t run this space to host debates, arguments about who’s “right” or “wrong.” If you came here looking for a fight or an agenda to push, you’re in the wrong place.

I don’t care what race you are. I don’t care what gender you are. I don’t care about your sexuality, your opinions, or your political views. If you’re here to enjoy stories and fandom and a little slice of peace in an otherwise chaotic world, then you are welcome. If you’re here to demand, accuse, argue, or dictate what I should be doing, then you can leave. My blog is not a democracy—it’s my space, and my rules apply.

I’m not here to change anyone’s mind, and I’m certainly not here to have mine changed. I am here to write, to create, and to connect with people over the one thing that brings us all here: fanfiction.

To sum this up: I am not responsible for your expectations. I will not allow anyone to make me feel guilty for how I choose to exist online. This blog is about fanfiction, escapism, and community, and that’s how it’s going to stay. If you don’t like it, the unfollow button is right there.

We all need a little peace somewhere. This is mine.

[hanasnx]

vertigo flowers.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | fem reader | unestablished relationship | sexual content | premature ejaculation | praise | handjob.

"That's a cool shirt, by the way."

The compliment draws your gaze down to glance at the graphic on your top, cut-up and worn Fist Pump merch. "Thanks." you respond, voice raised over the natural din of the party. The guy who's been talking you up—said his name is MORDECAI—stands awkwardly tall alongside you, long ringed fingers messing with the rim of his red solo cup. There's an obligation to keep the conversation going, and you're not actually interested, but you ask anyway, "Who do you know here?"

His brows peak in question, and when you sigh with a roll of your eyes he's taken aback by how you don't walk away, instead you lean in. Tentatively, he mirrors you, afraid to make the wrong move as you incline towards his ear, and he lends it to you.

"Who do you know here?" you repeat, and your breath washes over the sheen of sweat on his neck, weighing down the black hair at his nape. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he would've audibly swallowed if not for the loud music. Your body heat radiates onto him, he can feel the sensation of your presence inches away from him, and you're hot—not just in the temperature sense. His jeans hurt.

"Uh," He scans the party until he comes across the unmistakable spotlight of his coworker, shirtless and lassoing said shirt above his head. "Muscle Man." he replies, glancing back at you before realizing how close you are still. His eyes widen and he straightens abruptly, smoothing a hand over his dyed blue hair, and a curl forms to your lips. To avert his eyes, he refocuses on the cocky display of his peer in the center of a circle of partygoers. Muscle Man knows how to entertain a crowd. "D'you know him?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." you reply in a way that pushes Mordecai out of his own mind for a second. Muscle Man also has game.

"Why'd you say it like that? Did you date him or something?" he jokes, scoffing at first. As if Rigby were right next to him, he's expecting some form of banter, momentarily slipping his mind he's in the company of a pretty girl. His lips part, snapping his neck in your direction, anticipating your twisted expression of confusion. Instead, it's the first time your countenance melts into an easy smile, hitting him softly on the arm.

"Shut up, I did not." you tell him, and relief washes over him at his stroke of good luck.

His disbelief at that good luck only grows when later on you lead him to some dark corner of the party by his skinny black tie. Somehow, he'd stumbled his way onto charming you, and he thanks whatever god is smiling down at him for sending him a hot girl that's not afraid to make a move.

"I like your voice." you tell him through heated kisses, using the collar of his white button-up to tug him to you. "Keep talking to me." the command in your sweet voice makes his eyes flutter as he draws his snake bites through his teeth, letting you slot yourself between his neck and shoulder to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down.

"What should I say?" he asks, clutching onto your waist to ground himself as your teeth scrape against his pulse point.

"Anything you want." you goad, your nose grazing his sensitive skin. You suck on him, tonguing the reddening spot in your mouth as he goes limp under your touch, head lulling back.

The panic in his chest to get this right urges him to think of something, but his blank mind betrays him. Kneading your flesh in his hands, he presses you to his crotch incidentally, and a deep moan reverberates from low in his throat at the contact. You hum against him, kissing on the tender area you created by your ministrations and he sucks in a breath. "You're hot. You're so hot, I can't believe you're talking to me." he rambles, and he feels you chuckle on him squished this close together. He uses the wall behind you, easing you against it as his hand treads to your hip, dragging your skirt down an inch. The exposed skin against the heel of his palm sets it on fire, and he hopes you can't feel him sweat. Between the heat of this party and bodies melting together, he's still embarrassed. He occupies that nervous energy doing as he's told. "You're way out of my league, no one's gonna believe me when I tell 'em what I'm doing right now."

His pathetic babblings make you grin, and you overlay your hands on his, directing them for him. The strings of your thong lay high over your hipbones, cresting underneath your Fist Pump top. So you show him, curling those long fingers under the strings and his breath hitches in his throat. Standing on your toes, you roll your abdomen to grind on him, demonstrating what you want. Loud guitars grate your ears as you move against him, and his fist forms around the waistline of your panties as if to ground himself again. He's too excited, hard in his pants which you can feel through your clothes, and it encourages you.

A thump sounds next to you, and you glance up at the source. His forehead is stamped against the space next to your head, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he humps you. Lips near your ear keep talking to you, "Kinda wanna fuck you right now." A thrill shoots through you, but you let him run his mouth. "I don't care it's a party, I don't care if someone sees. Couldn't care less about finding a bathroom, I wanna fuck you right now."

You bite down onto your lower lip, craning your neck to keep yourself afloat above his shoulder. He's so much taller than you, but you're able to reach down, wedging between your impossibly close bodies to fiddle with his jeans. He retracts his pelvis, letting you do it, and when you palm him another one of your favorite noises pours right out of him. Hyper-sensitive and completely pliant, he lets you feel him up, massaging him through his plaid boxers. "Oh, my God." he exhales, raising his arm to bang his fist against the wall. You jump from the noise, and your eyes follow the lean muscle of his bicep and the corded veins and tendons of his forearm.

Unconsciously, you squeeze, and he whimpers, rutting into your hand as you cup him. Fucking himself using your hand as he speaks nothing but incoherent grateful praises, mixed with desperate "Just like that"s. He's swollen as he can be, and he doesn't realize it before he's pushed himself over the edge, full body contractions pass through him as his dick twitches in your grip, painting the inside of his boxers with his cum. A string of curses leave his lips, humiliated that he'd do such a thing, but you give him your number for another chance.

[jpitha]

Hospitality

Meandering River and Q'ari sit in the canteen during midday break chatting and drinking some herbal tea. The Humans introduced both the drink and the meal. They call it 'Lunch' and while only the Humans seem to need the calories supplied by the meal, the break and the tea has proven to be a big hit among the other sapients...so long as they stay away from the poisonous teas. There are a lot of poisonous teas. Most everyone can have chamomile though.

The conversation meanders as they do, and eventually, they both come to talking about things they've noticed about the humans, one of the more recent additions to the Coalition. Everybody has their own cultural and biological quirks, but the conversations has been steering towards the humans lately. Everyone is a little too quick to point out that It's not that they're... weird, it's just the differences.

Q'ari puts her tea down with a clink on the small porcelain saucer. "Did you know that the Humans have a whole thing about being nice to visitors? It’s called 'hospitality' and they have almost entire religions about it!"

"What? They have religions about being nice to people you meet?" Meandering River said, as her feathers rustle, reflecting shimmering colors.

"Pretty much! My guess is that living on their world is so hard that they just felt obligated to help people who were passing through their village or peer group or whatever. The idea was that no matter who shows up - even their enemy - you give them a meal and a bath and let them have a nap and point them towards where they need to go if they're lost." Q'ari took another sip of tea. "You weren't even supposed to ask them questions about who they were or what they were doing!"

Meander was baffled. "But that makes no sense! What if the person was going to hurt you or your group? You had no way of knowing. Better to just let them pass by, and not interact."

"Yes, but the idea is the next time it was you traveling, you'd get help from others too." Nancy said from behind them.

Q'ari fur poofed out and Meander's feathers rippled in surprise and they both slid their chairs back to jump away before stopping themselves and sitting down, tea spilled everywhere. Predator/Prey reactions were deeply ingrained in Innari and Sefigans, and Humans were exceptionally good predators, even when they didn't mean to be.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Nancy said, seeing their reaction. "I didn't mean to startle you! I just heard you talking about hospitality. People everywhere don't treat it like the religion it used to be, but it's still a common thing that people do. Here -" she said gesturing on her pad "Let me buy you both another Tea to say sorry for spilling yours. Chamomile, right? I feel so badly about startling you."

"I-It's all right, we know you didn't mean to." Meander says, smoothing their feathers automatically. We were just fascinated by the concept of hospitality. Please, join us." She gestures towards a chair.

Nancy sits down, and wipes away some of the spilled tea with a napkin. "Being polite to strangers is just something that's taught from an early age. It's not done everywhere, and it's not done the same way, but it's still done. It's... complicated though." Nancy said, as a serv platform came over with two fresh cups of tea. After it had left, she continued. "Codifying being nice to strangers and offering them a place to stay and food to eat is a way that people could travel in the time before money and hotels, but also, it could be used as a shield against forming real friendships."

"What do you mean by that? If you're inviting strangers into your house, wouldn't that help make friends?" Meander said, blowing on her tea to cool it slightly.

"Well, it could. But if the whole process is ritualized and formal, then you could use it to keep 'foreign' people at arms length. Sure, you'd invite them in, let them sleep, bathe, eat, but you'd send them on their way in the morning and that would be it. There would be no connection, no friendship. There is a long, long history of being nice without being friendly."

"It's all very confusing." Q'ari said. "There seems to be a lot of implied connections, and ritualized actions that on the surface appear kind, but may - or may not - be, depending on thousands of different things."

Nancy nodded. "Hey, things are never black and white. There is always nuance. I'm sure it's even the same way between you and your people. Q'ari, you're not originally from Sef, the homeworld, right?"

Q'ari's teddy bear shaped ears waggled. "That's right. I grew up on Llamanian, one of our middle tier colony worlds."

"And even though you are a Sefigan citizen, when you go to Sef sometimes you get treated like an outsider, right?"

"Well, I suppose a bit, yes." Q'ari's finely laquered claws slid out of their sheaths, just a centimeter. "They say that my gelbin isn't the same as on Sef. Er, that's a traditional vegetable dish." She adds, for their benefit.

Meander's crest slides up and then back down. "I've had your gelbin Q'ari, it's delicious! What could possibly be wrong?"

She shrugs, a decidedly human gesture. "The spices are wrong, they say. We have different versions due to the ecology and soil of Llamanian, even if I were to use the exact same spices in the exact same proportions, it wouldn't taste the same."

"It's not just humans. Everyone has things that are different, and people - no matter which sapient group they are - will use those differences against them sometimes." Nancy said, taking a sip of tea. "Knowing that it happens, and keeping an eye out for it, and having some understanding, can go a long way. But, that doesn't mean we shouldn't be nice to strangers when we meet them. After all, they might be the Gods in disguise!" Nancy's eyes sparkle when she said that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you see a people called the Greeks believed that..."

[jillsandwhichs]

Anything for you

Chapter 15 to RE Characters x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Leon S Kennedy

Summary: Your boyfriend, Leon, lets you know there's something new he wants to try in the bedroom. Being the good girlfriend you are, you oblige

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 2.9k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Use of a belt as a restraint, Blind folding, Oral (Both receive), He cums in your mouth, Protected P in V, Rough sex, Clit rubbing, You both finish, Aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

"So, what do you think?" Leon asked you, his tone enthusiastic. You cannot believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Him telling you all the things he wants to try in the bedroom. For the last year or so you've been together, you two have kept it pretty vanilla. You never had any desire to go further with your sex life, you've been happy as it is, so this is a surprise to you. All you could manage to do was stare at him and think at a rate that wasn't good for your brain.

He looked around momentarily before taking your hand in his. "Is everything okay sweetheart?" Leon whispered, bringing your hand up to his lips gently. "I'm fine." You giggled and gazed at him. He's so handsome. You just wonder now if he's been unhappy in your guy's sex life. "How long have you wanted to do this stuff?" This stuff as in what he listed off, i.e, tying you up, blind folding you, etc, etc...

With a simple snicker, he breathed in a sharp breath before letting it out. "Ever since I laid eyes on you." He said playfully, giving you a cute wink afterwards. You scoffed and let go of his hands but he then cupped your cheeks. "Darling, what's wrong?" He said softly, kissing your forehead. "If you don't want to do these things, we absolutely do not have to." "Its not that at all, I promise - you know I am always open to new things."

And you are. You aren't a non-kinky person, you're just inexperienced unlike Leon. Before you, he had a girlfriend, one that he hardly speaks of and has long since moved on from, but they obviously did things together and Leon simply has more knowledge on sex than you do currently. "Are you unhappy in our sex life? Or rather, have you been?" You spoke up. You can't even become aroused until this is cleared out of the air. "Absolutely not." He responded. He's genuine; That's all that matters.

You nodded and sighed deeply. "Good, good." Relief coated your voice. He smirked and kissed you lovingly, his lips against your soft, plump ones. "Mmm." He mumbled, cupping your face and standing up, keeping you close to him. You set your hands on his lower front and pulled away from the kiss. "You serious about this?" "I am." Leon laughed slightly, caressing your flushed cheek as you soon became horny. Well, here goes nothing.

"Okay then, we can try whatever you'd like then babe." You stated. To Leon, that was all he needed to hear. Quickly, he snickered and lifted you over his shoulder. You squealed and looked down, noticing him carrying you to your guy's bedroom. "Baby!" You giggled. He slapped your ass and opened the bedroom door, walking in and tossing you on the bed as carefully as he could. In one swift move, his shirt was off and on the ground.

He smirked. God, he's hot when he does. You adore his smile. "Oh babygirl," he began as he turned around, opening the brown drawer that your guy's TV rested upon, the same dresser is directly in front of your guy's platformed bed. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He finished, pulling out what appeared to be a brown leather belt and a black satin tie. "What are those for?" You asked him, a million ideas coursing through your head. "I'm going to firstly tie you up, then cover your eyes." He stated.

Well, that's quite the gist. You tittered and nodded. "Okay then." You're definitely nervous, you two have never done anything like this before but hey, he wants to try it so who are you to deny your man of such fun? Besides, maybe you'll like it. "I think you're going to look so pretty all tied up." He smiled at you and leaned down, laying a kiss on your cleansed forehead. "Arms up." You listened. He removed your shirt and smiled. "So sexy." He then encased the belt around your wrists and connected the strain to the bed frame.

Leon stepped back for a quick second to analyze his work. You appear just fine. "You comfortable darling?" "Yeah, it's a bit tight though." "Good." He bit his lip. What an ass. As he then started to mess with your shorts, your eyes trailed down to his bulge. He's hard, rock fucking hard. This just shows his excitement - which in return, only made you more giddy too. Your shorts ended up on the floor. You're now in just your under garments.

"My love, can I put this over your eyes now?" He asked you in a gentle tone, wanting to ensure your comfort. You wonder what the joy in blindfolds is. They suck for you because you can't see Leon's handsome face as he destroys your guts. How sad. "I'm ready." You are. You want to see what all the fuss is about. "Sweetheart," He started to put the blindfold on your face, "Your safe word is red. If at any point what I'm doing is too much, just say it and I'll stop, alright?" You nodded.

A safe word, huh? Is that how out of hand this can get? Yikes. Eventually though, your eyes saw nothing but pure blackness. Now not only are you tied up, but you can't see anything either. Still, Leon wants to do this, and you'll do anything for him. "What do my eyes have to be covered?" You laughed out, moving your legs slightly. "It's hot." Was all Leon said in reply. Very informative. You snickered and rolled your eyes, though he couldn't see that for himself. You know that if he did, it would've earned you a smack on the ass.

Despite not being able to see anything, you could ear hear his jeans coming off and the sound of them pushing to the side against the smooth wooden floor. Now he's naked too. This is exciting, really. The bed pushed in as he climbed on top of it. The heat of his body over yours could be felt and all this did was further excite you. You are nervous, yes, you wonder how this'll all feel but overall, you know Leon will make you feel good.

"There's something I want to try." He stated in a low tone, and the feeling of body shifting on the bed could be felt. "Oh?" You hummed out in a curious manner. "And what's that?" You asked your boyfriend. No response. Weird. "Leon?" You said aloud, wanting him to reply. "One second baby." It quite literally feels like he's on top of your body, thighs on either side of your torso area. "Open wide babygirl." You did so, but slowly and cautiously.

Shortly after you opened your mouth, the feeling of his hard, pulsing cock filling it could be felt. You moaned and gagged, simply not expecting such a feeling. "Mmph!" You mumbled out. "Shake your head no if it becomes too much, okay?" Okay, sounds good to you. You don't mind giving Leon blowjobs, in fact, you love it. But this is entirely new. It's a new way of doing it. It's rough but at the end of the day, you just want to please Leon.

Slowly but surely, Leon pushed his rear end back and fourth, his dick moving in and out of your mouth. He gets to pick the pace this time around. He made sure to cherish and lavish in this moment. "You're so fucking beautiful." Leon complimented you. You doubt that. You probably look a mess as he does this to you. You moaned faintly as you used your tongue on him, swirling it and twisting it as you sucked him off.

"C'mon baby," Leon grunted, his dick now moving a bit faster in and out of your mouth. It's a bit much but it is nothing you cannot handle. You love this feeling - knowing Leon is going to eventually burst in your mouth. It's enticing and gets you soaked just thinking about it. His tip hit the back of your throat at this point, and you could hear Leon heavily breathing. This is a lot, even for him.

"Is it too much?" He whispered, caressing your cheek as he slowed the pace of his hips down slightly. You shook your head no, but not for the safe motion. It's just not bad. It feels fine and you're here for it. "Good... Good girl." You felt him kiss the top of your head before he then began to move again, this time a bit rougher than he even was before. God, this is hot. You wish you could see his face as he cums and touch him too - it is a shame you can't.

A little bit longer and right as you flicked your tongue over his sensitive slit, he came. You felt that steamy hot liquid seep into your mouth and being the woman you are, you were quick to swallow it all up. He pulled out as you did and you caught your breath. That was a lot, but in a good way. It was new and admittedly, you really liked it. You wonder if Leon did too. "Jesus Christ," Leon snickered and kissed your lips softly.

"Was I good?" You panted out, wanting his praise. For some reason, anything Leon says to you that's sweet in the slightest manages to make you feel good. It's because you're unconditionally & irrevocably in love with the man. "You did amazing babygirl." He kissed you once more before pulling away. You could tell he was positioning himself between your legs, head first. "Oh," you giggled out, knowing what he's about to do.

One thing about Leon - he loves to eat you out. The man could do it for sport. He chuckled as he began to kiss around your thighs, nibbling on them too. The feeling of him doing this made you all the more wet. As he was kissing your inner thighs, he then moved his hands up and pulled your panties down, removing them all the way and setting them to the side. "Fuck sakes, you're soaked." You could just tell he was smirking beyond belief.

"I'm so wet for you." You confirmed to him. Hearing that made him go nuts. "Good girl." He kissed your knee before finally beginning to eat you out. He was quick with it. His tongue moved all over, on your clit, between your slits and around the outer edges of your cunt. It was amazing - the feeling was perfect. "Oh God!" You moaned, your back arching and your wrists tugging at the restraints holding them.

You really want to touch him. Badly. You wanna feel his hair, maybe pull on it a little. Not only that, you'd kill to see his handsome face, especially while he eats you out. Whenever he does, his eyes are always closed and he's just so clearly enjoying it. You love that he loves to please you. It really shows that your guy's fucking is out of pure love.

Leon suckled on your clit, his mouth suctioning on it and his tongue swiping over it continuously. You don't know why or how, but you can feel that you're already close. "Don't cum yet sweetheart." Leon murmured. But how are you supposed to hold back? This is too much. "I can't having you finishing yet." He added. That's right. He always pulls this shit - making you hold back your orgasms. It's literally torture.

"Leon, baby, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered out. You will at any moment now. He either needs to stop, or just allow it to happen. "No, if you cum I won't fuck you." He kissed your clit before slowly watching his tongue over it again. "What?" You gasped out before you moaned softly, knowing your orgasm was about to overload you. Leon knew he couldn't stop it. He pulled away from your pussy and sighed. "That's fine baby, I'd rather be inside of you anyways."

Fuck the things he says never fail to make you further aroused. You could feel the bed lift up from his weight getting off of it as he, to your guessing knowledge, ambled over to grab a condom. "What are you doing?" "Getting a condom so I don't get you pregnant." Leon replied blatantly, which made you snort. "Okay then..." Sometimes he says things in such out-of-pocket ways; But you love him for it.

He climbed back on top of you and you sighed softly. You want him so badly. If only you could touch him, let alone see him. You like this at the same time though. It is new and exciting. He slipped the rubber over his hardened cock and grunted. "Can I?" He whispered against your ear, which sent shivers down your spine. "Mhm." You whispered.

Suddenly, you felt him push into you. You moaned and encased your legs around his waist almost immediately. It was just such a rough way of doing it, you didn't expect him to do that. "You okay baby?" He asked you, kissing your neck, then your forehead. "Mhm, I just," You whimpered as you felt him move out of you slightly, then back in. "It feels good." You assured him. He kissed your lips gently as he began to move more consistently now.

It really does feel good. Anytime he fucks you, it's amazing. You kept your legs wrapped around his torso. Oh, it feels great. You needed this. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, kissing your forehead. His strokes were long and deep. He knows exactly what he's doing to you. "My beautiful girl." Leon added. His words mean everything and more. "I wish I could see you." You managed to moan out. "I know sweetheart." Asshole.

Slowly yet surely, his movements merged from slow and steady, to faster & rougher. You couldn't help but moan under his touch. He's occasionally caressed either your boobs or your waist. Most times he was kissing you, whether it be your lips, cheeks or neck - his lips were on you. You'd kill to be able to touch him. Hell, you want that more than to be able to see him. You just wanna feel his warm, hot skin.

"You're so tight, fuck." Leon grunted as his dick moved in and out of your clenched walls. He always says that. Admittedly, you like it. You hope he's always this infatuated with you and your body. It's always going to be for him. "Only for you." You whispered, leaning up, knowing he'd meet you in a kiss. His lips mushed with yours and his tongue found its way into your mouth again. It really does feel pleasurable.

By now, you could tell Leon was close to finishing. His movements were more messy and his pants were louder. As for you, you could cum at any given moment. Leon is definitely going to make you finish anytime now. "Oh babygirl, fuck." He panted into your ear as he now slapped his manhood harder and quicker between your legs, his dick twitching inside of you.

"Are you close?" "Yeah..." Leon moaned, kissing your neck and thrusting into you as if it'll be the last time he's ever able to. "Me too baby." You replied. Leon was happy to hear that. His hand quickly swooped down between your legs and started to rub your clit. Fuck, it felt so good. "Oh shit!" You moaned and arched your head back from the feeling. "Oh, you like that?" The way he said it was enough to finally send you over the edge. That deep, sexy voice of his and with his teasing tone was too much.

You were cumming and Leon was relishing in it, soon enough finishing himself. The condom he was wearing was surely full of his seed, though you wish that was you instead. As he came, you could hear his grunts but only faintly. His body, full weight and all, rested on top of you as he caught his breath and attempted to calm down. Your cunt really does wonders on him.

Giggling, you smiled as you felt him beginning to remove your blindfold and once it was off, you immediately looked him in the eyes. Oh, he's so handsome. You wish you could've seen him as he came; He always looks so cute. "Hey princess." He playfully winked and began to take off the belt from your wrists. They dramatically dropped and you chuckled. "They kind of hurt now." He grabbed your wrists and caressed them, kissing them too. "Sorry baby."

"Was it good at least?" Leon asked you, dead serious. "Was it good?" You mocked him, "Leon, it was amazing." You smiled with your lips before kissing him passionately. "It was so good." You whimpered out and he smirked against your lips. "Yeah it was." He then flipped you over so you were on top of him. You smiled endearingly at him and rested your head on his chest. "I love you, I'd love to do that again." "I love you too baby."

You'll most definitely have Leon do that again to you soon or who knows, maybe to him.

[200markies]

Heyyy!! I love your work <3 Can you write a 'Mark is the type of boyfriend to...' and/or something about: idol!mark and reader as a regular person (full time job+college student) maybe with a little bit o angst since they are so different from each other etc?

　　　　mark ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺

mark soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

requested by anon !

author's notes: i did NOT expect all of you guys to like the jeno headcanons so much to the point that an anon requested a mark ver which convinced me enough to make another one for the week 😭 y'all do indeed enjoy the headcanon series. anyway, to the anon who is reading this, i have to be honest with you but i genuinely enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this. PLEASE. this took me hours to write and i don't expect JUST the anon to like this but all of you too! i can't even say "i hope you enjoy" in the author's notes now that i'm expecting a thousand notifications on my activity tab in this platform.... 🤓

p.s. let us all thank mark lee for making the most boyfriend material instagram that could ever exist.... without r_e__m___ this headcanon wouldn't be BORN!

reminding all of u guys that my ask inbox is open so don't hesitate to drop a request or an ask !!!

mark is the type of boyfriend to write you poems whenever feels like it, or whenever it's a special occasion that's all about you. whether it be your birthday or your anniversary together, mark tries his absolute best to find all the words and combine it to make a poem that will surely make you happy. he wants to make you feel loved and safe with him, especially since he's your boyfriend.

"hey, beautiful, i left something on your desk," mark walks to you in the living room, sitting beside you while you work a deadline. you turn to him and chuckled, looking at your room which had a yellow folded note. you knew immediately that mark wrote a poem, and you can't wait to read it. you stand up to get the note on your desk, unfolding it to see an entire script of a poem which was all about how sweet your personality is. you walk back to mark, reading it while he lies his head on your shoulder to read a bit of what he wrote. "'you're so sweet that i can't stop coming back to you as if you're like candy, i take it, i'm the luckiest man in the world because of you, my fancy.'" you read the 3rd line in the 4th stanza, giving mark a little peck after you read it.

mark is the type of boyfriend to definitely rehearse being a husband to you. even though you two may not be ready yet or you can't bring yourselves to commit, he loves to do things a loyal husband would do. would you complain? no, because you loved it when mark would act that way. it's quite silly of him to do that, but trust me, you will need it when the both of you are married.

"good evening, future wifey," mark leans on your doorway while you're putting accessories to your outfit, looking at him once you heard his voice. tonight, mark is taking you out on a date, as part of his "husband rehearsals". he notices you're wearing the yves saint laurent dress mark gave you on your first anniversary, which made him smile and giggle. "looks like you're wearing your favorite dress on our date today, hm?" you nodded, giggling softly. "you truly love rehearsing your husband duties, it's silly." you say, walking to him as you put on your fur coat and kissed him on the lips. "it's not silly when you're gonna need more of me acting like this when we get married."

mark is the type of person who tends to stay with you almost every hour of the day. even when you don't need him, he's gonna be beside you until sunset, he can work with you, or he can cuddle, or he can comfort you while you work. (that's for later) he wants to keep you close to him no matter what, so that he could take care or help you whenever something happens. it's his obligation, and he's happy to take it.

"what... are you doing?" you look up at mark who's massaging your legs, confused and a little startled at the sensations he's giving you. he's right in front of you, trying his best to probably keep you soothed and comfortable while he has nothing to do for the day. you couldn't even make him leave because, you can admit, you loved this. "i know how tired you are after the gala you had with your friends, and i'm trying to soothe you so that you won't feel any more pain walking later. i know you love it, baby." he continues massaging you while you're working, making you giggle as you stared at him. "well, matter of fact... your massages are doing great work."

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

[imagine-shenanigans]

sighs dramatically.

Okay but the ghost distribution system as we call it is hysterical but can we tlak about how None Of The 141 are built to date.

Like, sure, Gaz is great at flirting, and he's charming, but DATES? He's the type who asks you on a date because he thinks youre pretty/handsome/adorable/etc but by the time the two of you actually go on a date he's ready figured out like. the whole rest of your lives together. He's already imagined up 20 different scenarios of different dates, stalked your front-facing social media and found your secret or hidden accounts that theoretically don't link back to you. Sure, he's scrounged through your discord servers and your private messages and texts and a thousand other things while he was bored on leave. He knows enough to know that he's happy with what comes next. All dates are simply... ritual at this point? Something obligational, other than the fact he gets to spend time with you.

You're not going anywhere, he's just the least heavy handed of them, the one who'll let you think its your choice to keep him around until he's got his ring officially on your finger. Life won't go according to plan but he's prepared for that too. In his head, you're already married anyway, he's just working his way up to that part. He'll manufacture any scenario to keep you with him, because he wants you to be. And he'll make sure you want to be too.

Soap on the other hand is WAY less tactful about it. He's charming, and he'll take you on dates, sure, but the moment he spots you it's incredibly easy to get obsessed. He immediately drops an arm around you, purring in your ear and talking to you. Doesn't ask you on a date so much as demands it, puts his number in your phone and presses a kiss to your temple, his fingertips squeezing your chin before you leave. God forbid you let him into your home - he'll never leave if you do. Johnny's SUCH a physical guy that while, yes, personality matters, it seals the deal for him the moment he's got his tongue down your throat and his fingers in your pants. Something about the way you settle in against him makes him feel like he's home, and you will never get rid of him.

He's willing to take you on dates if you need more proof, but he won't even pretend like he doesnt already have a copy of your key. Like he's not telling the guys about the bonnie little thing he's going home to - he slips into your apartment/house/etc and into your bed without changing, barely finding time to slip his boots off. Presses one hand to your mouth and just... holds you. He'll fuck you within an inch of your life later when you're less panicked, sure, but he just wants to press his nose to your neck and breathe you in. If his hips rut against your ass, ignore it for now. (Haha... unless? No? okay in a minute then)

Price is just as manipulative as Gaz can be, just as charming as Soap and Gaz too. But he just... doesn't care, just like Simon. There's a reason so many people have Price with like... mail order bride or a "one day you look up and hes your husband" scenario and thats because he's good at what he does. And by that I mean being a husband and pumping you full of kids whether or not its physically possible. (Btw check out Ceil's mail order bride western au its good shit, or Bo's Kingpin Price drabbles, makes me lose it every time.)

He sees you walking about and the MOMENT you do anything remotely domestic - pick up a neice/nephew/babysitting kid/etc and put em on your hip? Rock hard. play peekaboo with a baby across from you at a cafe? pick up after yourself just to be polite to the waitress? he's already stalking you on multiple platforms theres no goddamn way youre getting away from him. He'll figure out where you go in your free time and insert himself there as naturally as possible. He's not particularly hiding what he's doing either - he likes to test you, to see if you notice things missing or moved. If you do, he'll be a little more cautious, use it as reason to drive you into hsi arms. If you don't he jsut views it as all the more reason to take you away - poor thing, you just can't help yourself can you? You're lucky nobody else has got their claws around you, hm?

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SLUMP: How Do I Get Out Of Here

Too many times we’ve fallen into slumps and have had trouble picking ourselves up again. This reading serves to be a guidance on how we can be kind to ourselves, how we can get ourselves out from this pit of darkness and walk towards where we belong.

Close your eyes, meditate on this topic and ask yourself the question: Where are you, how are you gonna get out of here? Breathe in and out, make sure your mind and heart is calm. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. Also, I do not consent to my work or images being used by third parties on this platform or other websites as well.

Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck.

Pile 1 - Trickle

A card to symbolise you: The Hermit, The Moon

Aite it ended up with two cards. The first thing I’m picking up here is that there is a need for you to step into the unknown instead of wandering around the entrance. Sure, seeing the dark ahead is scary, but you’re the Hermit, you have your torch with you, and the Moon is shining above you, lighting the path as you take your steps. It’s difficult if you wander around without directions, but you have light guiding your way. You know your goals and how you wanna achieve, all that’s left is to tread carefully to reach the exit. The Moon here is giving me spiritual vibes, so you may turn to that for an extra hand, and an extra opinion so that you can see things from another point of view, and to learn something new.

1. How did you get here? Knight of Pentacles

You've taken up a lot of responsibilities, thinking that it's all your obligation. It's not. All these burdens have piled up on your back, crushing you as time passes. As this went on, people around you have… Well… Taken advantage of you. It’s a little bit difficult to say cuz you tend to be the person who focuses on the main picture and the collective benefit, so you allow yourself to take up more responsibilities.  This can also be an excuse to run away from interpersonal problems, especially between family members. Or, there may be a possibility of you not having a decent relationship with your family members, that you have to focus on work and find your worth through your career.

2. How do you get out of here? The High Priestess rx

You’re more of a practical kinda person, focusing on what you can see and what you can comprehend, instead of the spiritual aspect of the world. With this, there may be a loss of connection with your intuition and/or inner voice. You will need to tune into your intuition, pay attention to the voices in you instead of the voices outside (remember to not get it mixed up with anxiety). When you’re feeling low or challenged, remember that you are loved, and you are worthy of love. There’s a saying I’ve read somewhere, “Those who are loved have the strength to conquer difficulties”. Know your worth and accept it. You have come this far, and you will continue to go further.

3. What can you learn from this? Ten of Pentacles

One of your core values is family. You may have been brought up with the concept that family is important and how it has shaped you to who you are today. However, you are called to check if this value aligns with you, aligns with your emotional and mental needs. With the wrong people, it’s no longer an alliance but a discord. You learn the needs of having proper and healthy connection, and how to unlearn old values and beliefs that no longer help you, picking up new values and beliefs along the way. Focus your energy and effort on That One Thing that you want to achieve (purpose), and water that plant (intent). Once you’ve put in the right gear, the rest will fall in place, and you’ll see the results in plain sight.

4. What should you do if this happens again? Three of Cups

Your friends are your greatest support system, but I’m also gonna remind you to also be the friend they need. Although the theory of love languages is a scam, to understand what the other person needs in a friendship (or any forms of relationship) is necessary, else you’re just imposing your ideals onto them. To me, it feels like growing together, relearning new things (or old things) about yourself, understanding yourself better and how to treat yourself better. Hang out with your inner child, do whatever it is that your inner child has wanted to do the entire while. For example, you’ve wanted to colour your hair ever since you're in secondary school, do it; if you’ve wanted to get a new piercing, do it. Go ahead and do whatever it is that you’ve wanted to do (as long as it’s not against the law or rules of whatever institutes that you’re in).

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ace of Cups rx

Hmmm… Your emotions are… Rather turbulent, I’d say. There’s an unhealthy stream of emotions that you’re holding back, and the dam is about to break. A lot of healing needs to be done, where you need to focus on yourself, to express selflessness and fairness over yourself first. Not to sound discouraging, but you may never heal from certain trauma, where you can only learn to walk away from whatever that is and live with it. Even though you’re surrounded by obstacles right now, remember that with time and the right amount of attention and effort, you can work through almost any deadlock. By then, you’ll be stronger and more capable to work towards your dreams, desires and goals.

6. Advice for you: The World rx, The Empress

Your journey is far from over, and to some of you, you may not even know where you’re headed, not knowing where your goal is. It can sound discouraging, but I think the beauty in it is that you get to look around and learn, absorb as much knowledge as you want, level up yourself as you go. It’s like… Your goal is to learn and experience, to grow as a being, and let that be part of your soul journey.  Be kind to yourself. I feel that many who picked this pile have trouble treating themselves well, financially and emotionally. Some may also be people pleaser because that was what they’ve been taught when they’re kids, and this is a sign that it’s high time for you to cut away from those habits. It may be difficult to cut it off, but at least, recognize and acknowledge this part of you. If you choose to believe that you’re not one, then you won’t work on it. Let your journey on this earth be a fun and comfortable one, where you put your needs first, focusing on yourself. You are not supposed to burn yourself to warm others. Learn to appreciate yourself more, learn to live for yourself.

Overall energy: The Devil, Two of Cups rx, The High Priestess

I’m immediately picking up energies of self-sabotaging. I don’t think I need to further elaborate on this, those who know it will know it. I feel that this pile may listen to their logic more to the point that they ignore everything else, may it be your intuition or your feelings, making you misaligned with yourself. Calm yourself down, stay quiet, focus on one point, and sit there with your head blank (if you need some background noise to help you, do so). Once your head stops screaming, ask yourself about the emotions that you’ve been feeling. Listen to your heart, listen to what it’s trying to tell you. Align yourself to the path you’ve wanted to take. Cultivate yourself, create and enjoy. Invite limitless magic into your life through whatever that goes through your hand. Welcome yourself onto this Earth.

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Pile 2 - Breeze

A card to symbolise you: Death

Changes come and go as the breeze, lightly and without you noticing. It also feels that the changes you bring and the changes you experienced can be similar, where it’s… Nonchalant. There’s not much emotional attachment with whatever you’re holding to, and when it changes, you accept the changes because they don’t affect you much. The transforming energy this card holds is not something sudden, but something that gradually happens over time. It’s like the straws stacking up on the camel’s back. One day, one last straw will break the camel’s back, and that’s when you have to make necessary changes to make sure you survive.  This is you right now, and unlike other piles, you are aware of this. It’s still gonna take quite a bit for you to take any action because you don’t think you’re at that point of breaking yet.

1. How did you get here? Knight of Swords rx 

You probably have not been paying attention to whatever that’s going on with your life. It feels like… You go along with the flow too much, not paying attention to where the final destination is going to be, focusing very much on the present. With that, people can come in and influence you to work to what they want. I wouldn’t say that they’re bad guys, but imagine parents that can be controlling, wanting you to do things according to their way/method cuz they believe it’s the best for you. Some may actually guilt trip you, or use you to their own convenience, depending on what’s going on and if your family is so.  As that goes on, you’ve given up taking control over your own life, only focusing on surviving the days. It’s high time for you to realise where you are standing right now, and hence, you’re experiencing this burn out. You will need to clear your mind and heart of negativity, as well as negative influence to at least rekindle the passion you have towards life.

2. How do you get out of here? Eight of Wands

Rise and leave. This card talks about action, and it’s gonna be very fast. Give them no time to think or to react. Make sure your wings are strong enough to carry you far, make sure whatever chains of negative influences end with you. Take this as a sign to put your hesitation aside and go for it! You may feel as though you’re being trapped in a whirlwind with how everything is happening around you, but place your trust in yourself as well as your higher self. Things will be fine, and you’ll be able to see how your plans worked out. However, remember to step forward with plans and proposals.  If you do not feel prepared enough to take any action, it’s okay. Rest, grow stronger and prepare yourself, so that when the chance comes, you’ll be able to take off without any hesitation. You’ll be surprised with how far your dreams have guided you.

3. What can you learn from this? Six of Cups

First thing I’m picking up from here is networking/connections. During this period of time, you probably have made new friends along the way. However, if you look back, you'll notice the similarities between the new friends you've made and your friends from childhood. This is because you tend to fall back into things that provide you comfort and familiarity. Similarly, you fall back to friends and/or family that have stayed with you throughout these while, eventho they have not been kind to you, because of that familiarity. You are called to do some introspection, to discern and decide how you want your life to be, what you are going to do to get that life you wanted.

4. What should you do if this happens again? Six of Wands rx

Should this happen again, stay low and remember where you came from, remember that place of pain where you've finally left, and remind yourself to stay on your toes. Do not think highly of yourself, of how strong you've become and finally you can stand against it. Don't let your ego feed into you. You are very well capable of falling into old patterns again if you have not gone for any therapy. Seek help from some other authorities that you trust, else, you search for people you trust to help you out from this. Remember, there's only so much you can do, and the most important one among all is to protect yourself.  You will heal, but you’ll need to take time, allow yourself some rest time for you to regain your energy. You’ll know when you’re healing, or fully healed. Healing is never linear, so don’t rush yourself.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ten of Pentacles

There’s a lot that you have, abundance in finance and human connection. Ten of Pentacles is usually a family card, but I’m also seeing it as a found family, where you select who you want to be in your life. With Pentacles, I’m seeing that this connection may be from work, or those who have helped you in your career. That aside, there’s finances here so… You may be the type who’d save up for rainy days, or you’ll make sure you have enough before you leave whatever situation you’re in.  To be able to achieve this, your main qualities would be determination and mental strength. There’s more to go but you have the foundation for this, and from what I’m seeing, you’re already on your way. You may want to try meditation or spiritual related themes, as well as doing a bunch of research on your friends and family. There may be a reason why people around you are acting Like That™, and you may also want to look into yourself if you play any factor. 

6. Advice for you: Six of Pentacles, Ten of Wands rx, The Sun rx

Be generous to others, but turn that generosity towards yourself first. Spend money and pamper yourself when you need them. Remember, what goes around comes around, you provide help, and help will be provided to you.  Put down those burdens people have been putting on your back. You have a tendency to carry the burdens and expectations of others, when all you need to focus right now is yourself. This is something that will… Challenge your core belief, I'd say. You need to focus on yourself, remember that you are the main character of your own story. At most, you can be the side character of another's story, but never their stepping stone. Once you learn your worth, accept it, and work on it, things will turn out different for you. Half of the cards here are sixes. This usually symbolises themes of success, satisfaction and rewards. Do what you need, and the rest will fall in place.

Overall energy: Temperance, Eight of Pentacles, The Hermit

I'm feeling some sort of balance from you. Things can be a mess, or even chaotic. But you actually know where to go and how to go about it, and you're sharpening your tools (skills) at the moment. What I'm feeling from this is that you're preserving your energy, ready to strike when it's needed, bringing a new form of rebirth. You have been receiving messages from your guides, you know they are having your back. Sure, new life can be birthed from old wounds, but you have no need to burn yourself to warm others, to find your worth in this painful form.

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Pile 3 - Woods

A card to symbolise you: The Emperor rx

For some reason, it feels like you're the dejected king. You've done your best to do a lot of good, fight for what you believe in, and yet get shunned/ostracised by your own people. You still believe in what you stand and fight for, but part of you actually doubts if you're doing the right thing, or if there's something wrong with you. There are some questioning and contemplation, making your heart waver, wondering if you should leave this kingdom you're ruling over and go to some other place. The conflict is pretty… Strong in you at the moment, and it feels like you want to put the sceptre down.

1. How did you get here? Page of Swords rx

It's giving me the feeling/vibe that you've been listening to the wrong people, and there's active manipulation and deception in play. Whatever information that you've received/heard have been altered, and even tampered to a certain extent, trapping you in that perception. From there, it will be difficult for you to deconstruct incorrect information and to absorb new things in. What I'm also picking up is that you may have a tendency to go ahead and lead something, even if you're not familiar with the subject, which may be why you ended up being The Emperor rx. An example: Your cousin has told you that you have skills and talents in becoming a HR team leader, and so you applied for the job even if you have zero HR related skills and experience. With that, you're now leading your team and this is where you see problems come in, because you do not have sufficient tools and skills and experience. You can't quit this job because you've signed a contract, and if you quit, your team members will suffer as they will need to redo everything. Your ideals are nice, but you did not consider the limitations and challenges, ending up extremely unrealistic. With that, of course your team members will complain because you also have not taken their situation into consideration.

2. How do you get out of here? Death

There's a lot of changes that need to be made. Heck, you may need to go through a period of “death”, where you deconstruct your knowledge, what you have, what you pride yourself over; and form something new. It's like… A butterfly. Many people know that the caterpillar wraps itself in silk, and comes out of it as a butterfly. But not many know that the caterpillar literally dissolved into goo inside the cocoon. That sort of “death” is what you will need to go through. From there, you build yourself up with knowledge you've filtered, sourcing out resources carefully, being critical of what information you've gotten (or even whatever others are trying to feed you). Of course, throughout this time, you'll need to rebuild your trust in people, allowing yourself to heal from all sorts of betrayal.

3. What can you learn from this? Five of Wands

Sometimes, conflict isn't necessarily bad. You will need it (sometimes, fights and quarrels as well) to get your thoughts and opinions across, and also to understand the other person better as well. It is through conflict that you'll be able to see things that you've been missing out, especially if those “benefits” are things that are absolutely necessary to the other person. Your sense of justice is not applicable to those who are underprivileged, because they will be the first person who'll suffer from the changes.  This conflict can also refer to the wolves inside of you, where you'll need to fight yourself, is your justice really justice if it harms the victims even more. There's more to find out by yourself, and this is a period of transition, where you'll move away from who/what no longer helps you, to things that will be of help and growth in the long run.

4. What should you do if this happens again? The World rx

Remind yourself that it's okay to fail, to be imperfect, and release whatever that is tying you down. Be kind to yourself and let go of self-criticism. This is something bound to happen, since growth is not linear. The world won't end if you make a mistake. But you need to make sure you're learning something from whatever you're doing. Awareness is something important, and you need to be conscious of your action, as well as what it will bring about. Make your actions purposeful, put meaning behind whatever you do or say. You're growing, and you're not doing it alone. You're growing with your friends, you're growing with the world. Do not try controlling the actions of others. You are your own world, and you should be nurturing it with intent.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ace of Swords rx

You're smart. You're either book smart or street smart, or some other forms of smart that I do not know of. Which is why you actually know what it is that you have to help you go through this: By turning that Sword towards yourself. You don't like being told that you're wrong, and it's that pride of yours that will continue to push you forward. And most of all, you will not let yourself make the same mistakes again, allowing you to be sharper than before. Also, you may come up with a guide, describing how you've failed, and how you're making sure that others don't go through the same problems as you. You may end up a little pushy and long-winded, so please be aware of this.

6. Advice for you. King of Cups rx, Wheel of Fortune rx

There are a couple of things that I'm picking up here. One of them is a warning, that you should not attempt any emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, or any of that sorts, consciously or unconsciously. You may be good with your words, and may have accidentally used them to “convince” someone to see your way, without you attempting to look at their side of the situation. Remember that whatever goes around, comes around. Morality is important, but morality without kindness is just… Inhumane. You also will need to remember to find your new strength, and how you want to proceed with your journey, may it be retiring being a King, or rebuilding your empire with the right people and right values. The cards aren't really willing to fall out, so I guess these are the main themes for you to pay attention to.

Overall energy: Strength, Six of Pentacles, The Star

There are quite some… Misdirected strength here. You are vigorous and ambitious, you have a lot of things that you want to do and to accomplish, but your actions aren't purposeful enough. You probably may feel like you're not seeing much results, and may be slightly dejected. Authorities may have a role in this. However, look at the bright side, you are doing something! Your generosity has helped many people throughout the way, providing faith and hope to those who are troubled. You may be spiritually guided too, so let your guides do their job and steer you towards the direction you're supposed to go.

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Pile 4 - Crackle

A card to symbolise you: The Chariot rx

You’re rushing through a lot of things right now, worried that you can’t catch up with your peers. I’m seeing an image of you riding a horse, pushing yourself forward ruthlessly, ignoring your horse and everything else as you’re only focusing on your goals. Not sure if it’s your horse that will collapse or you falling over first. It is a very… anxious and bouncy energy that I’m feeling here. It’s also warning both you and I that things are going to be a havoc if you’re continuing this, as there’s this lack of balance, where you’re focusing too much on the external items (glory, society-defined success, external approval) instead of whatever that’s going on inside you (self-affirmation, emotional comfort, core belief).

1. How did you get here? The Hanged Man

I’m seeing that you’ve been forcing yourself to do things that you’re not good at. You probably have been called “inflexible” or “stuck in your own way” kinda person, and you’ve forced yourself to change, to see and attempt what other people do. However, it doesn’t work for you. You noticed that you’re not suitable for it, may be due to your upbringing or your brain has already been wired so. Yet you still push ahead with that thought and attempt, wanting to fit in with the rest (and society) so that you do not feel like an outcast. You have received a lot of help throughout this journey, but as the level of difficulty increases, you are running out of helpline and tools to fit in with the rest. This is where you’re starting to feel the burnout and the sense of failure is starting to eat in.

2. How do you get out of here? Eight of Pentacles

Instead of finding ways to fit into societal norms, it would be much better if you focus on what you’re good at and work on it instead. Diligence and hard work are the foundation of success. This is a rather positive card, but you need to make sure that you’re putting in hard work in the right place. You need to first recognise the difference between What You Like and What You’re Good At. From there, you will then need to make the decision on which path you want to take, and how you can expand your skills, and how you can make use of the tools you have to help you out of this slump. Having dreams is great, but you need to equip yourself with the tools to make your dreams a reality. Sometimes, things can turn out to be not… Ideal. You may realise that what you like is not what you’re good at, and it can be rather disappointing, especially if you’re the type of person who wants to do something you like for a living. But then, you can continue to do the things that you like while you also focus on the things that you’re good at. Nothing is stopping you, as long as you know how to balance your time and energy.

3. What can you learn from this? Five of Wands

For some reason, I’m seeing conflict coming from not only within yourself, but also between you and your close friends. Conflicts and arguments often happen when there’s miscommunication, where each party believes themself to be at the right. It is also important to know that one learns better through these kinda fights, where you can take this opportunity to understand what the other person is thinking and expecting, and to see if you are capable of fulfilling that expectation. Every fight is a learning process, where you learn some parts of you that you are not aware of. From there, you make the necessary changes to make yourself into a better person. Now, just a reminder. If you’re incapable of a particular change, do not attempt to change yourself for it. Else, you’ll go through this same process of falling into this same slump, and this cycle will never end. It’s like saying that I can’t fit in the rest of the group because I’m wearing glasses and they don’t. If I don’t get my eyesight fixed, I can’t join their group. Am I gonna get a laser treatment for this? Nope. And it’s alright if I change my friend group because I am unable to adhere to their expectations. The same goes with neurodivergence and neurotypicals as well.

4. What should you do if this happens again? The Fool

Take it as a new form of journey if this happens again, where you travel, meet new people and learn more. You can rest if things get too overwhelming, but you need to remind yourself to get up again and continue your journey. Life’s a constant learning process, where you recognise your changes, and you come up with new coping methods to work with it, especially as you age. For example, your eyesight worsens with age, and you’ll need to change your glasses so that you’re able to function and work as normal. It is the same with life and slumps, where you find out the problems and work accordingly.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Judgement

First thing I’m picking up is that you’re very critical of whatever that’s happening within yourself. You may not turn that judging side of yours outwards, where you focus on criticising yourself more. You tend to intentionally make yourself uncomfortable by putting all the blame on yourself, and this is where you need to work on. Instead of putting all the blame on your shoulders, you may try putting them on others if it’s their fault. The more faults you take up, the more you’ll be used. Let others take the responsibility of their actions, let them be uncomfortable with the consequences. You need to remember who you are, and even if you’re judged, let it be because of your own actions, and not of others. Free yourself from what is not yours, may it be glory or sin. 

6. Advice for you. - Temperance rx, Nine of Cups rx, Wheel of Fortune

It’s pretty evident with the cards that are presented, where you need to balance yourself, inside and out. Short term gratification (the sense of belonging) is not gonna help you in the long run, especially if it eats into you and makes you question your identity, purpose, and sense of self. There’s a lot of thinking that you need to do, and you can start by writing things down and weighing the options.  You may feel that life’s playing a prank on you, or messing you up by throwing these challenges at you. This is something you need to go through though, as it is your life lesson. You may think that this lesson is not something you signed up for (a lot of us think the same), but your higher self had other plans in mind. It’s giving me the feeling that you have not picked up on themes on self identity and core beliefs in your past lives, that’s why you’re going through a bunch of it in this lifetime. Instead of rejecting and skipping class, why not sit through it and pick up bits and pieces to focus. 

Overall energy: The Lovers, Ace of Wands

I'm feeling some form of weight on my chest. It’s like you’re burdened with the choices offered to you, either A or B. You are not the type of person who’d prefer to make your pick, probably it’s because you are afraid of dealing with the outcome of your decisions. There’s fear here, but there’s also nervousness, as you’re starting a new chapter of something. Ace of Wands is the first card of the Minor Arcana, which talks about how you’re drafting your life. It would be great if you start the chapter in details of your healing process, including yourself surrendering the old and limiting beliefs that have been tying you down, allowing you to awaken and be reborn into limitless possibilities. 

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One thing I dislike the most out of all the things that happened over months-how passive Luke is. He might be a knight on a white horse offline, whatever. But on SM? Yay, he liked/not liked (y/n)! That’s it. That’s all.

Idk, do something man? You have an established platform already, you can’t just disappear without a trace and just leave all this mess behind so Nicola can fix it for you.

I think L has partially been trying to not poke the bear w/ NDA obligations in place. He's liked 54% of N's posts since "Round 2", which is pretty good since he's not supposed to appear to be in a rel. w/ her much less be her baby Daddy.

Tbf, he's never been a voluminous poster - in his rel. w/ J, she did most of the posting. He's historically reposted or liked Bridgy posts. He used to make commentary on Twitter back in the day, but that ceased a few yrs. ago w/ too much hate coming his way.

N has borne the brunt of the criticism lately since she's the one who used to post alot more personalized content. L has actually posted more Polin than N in the last 9 mos. - the bloopers from the WT, the Polin meme on Mean Girls day, Colin's b-day pic, and the blooper from Polin's wedding/ Netflix re-posts for Polin week. 🥰

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Art Commissions! Old commission sheet here.

Note: Prices can change and vary depending on what is being commissioned! I'm generally flexible when it comes to prices and budget.

+10-15 usd per person

+5-10 usd depending on the background

Note: There can be additional charges due to paypal fees

If more examples are needed, you can go through commission work, rendered, my art or ask for more in DM's!

Can Draw!

Fanart

oc’s/humanoids

pngtuber models

character sheets

horror, gore (not excessive)

Chibi

NSfW

Yes I can do full-body aswell

Might Draw (We’ll need to talk about these requests)

full on furries (not so experienced)

excessive gore/horror (same excuse as above)

comics

honestly, if it isn’t in the Can Draw, let’s talk about it.

Will not:

hate art

anything political

if it crosses my boundaries

Terms and Service! (this is a long one)

The client may ask for progress updates every 2-4 days, if not longer, should the commissionee not be in contact.

The art may take longer than the estimated time the artist gives. Should that be an issue or concern, the client must tell the artist.

In commissioning the artist, the client acknowledges that the artist is a student and that this is not the artist’s full time job, and the client should not expect the artist to be able to treat it as such.

IMAGE RIGHTS

The client may not, in any way shape or form, use the art in a commission product for NFTs, no matter how much they offer to pay the artist. Should NFTs be made of the art without consent, the client gives full consent for the artist to take legal action against them.

The client may make minor edits to the completed commission (e.g. cropping, adding text/borders, changing brightness/contrast/hue/saturation…

The client may use/reupload the commission for personal/non-commercial use, but only if proper credit to the artist and a linkback to any of the artist’s social media is provided.

If the commission includes characters that do not belong the client, additional credit to the owner(s)/creator(s) of said characters must be provided when using/reuploading for personal/non-commercial use.

The client may not use the commission for any commercial use unless discussed with the artist beforehand.

^ Should the client use the art for commercial use, provided the artist’s consent, the artist will receive an agreed-upon percentage of the sales profits.

The client MUST credit the artist for any usage of the art on any platform.

The client MUST ask the artist if they want to use their art as a reference, and proceed to credit each time the reference is used.

REVISION POLICIES

Once the coloring stage begins, the only major revisions permitted are details that the artist may have missed and was specified by the client in the order while the commission was still in the sketching/lineart stage (e.g. a missing tattoo that’s essential to the character’s design).

If the client is unsatisfied with the commission, the artist is willing to discuss and make minor edits as stated prior (e.g. adjusting colors). However, the artist will not redraw the piece and expects full payment, as the client should have specified in the sketch stage changes they wanted to be made.

The client may not hire another artist to adjust the image without the commissionee’s consent.

The artist is willing to edit the image post commission for the commissioner, but may charge a small fee depending on what is being asked of them.

Upon commissioning the artist, the client automatically agrees to the terms of service provided, as it is assumed they have read them.

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…and that’s about it? Just don’t expect me to be obligated to draw something and we'll figure something out. Not to mention that depending on how much commissions i’m getting and how busy i am, the art will take atleast a few days to a week!

If you got references, provide them! It’ll help alot. You can also ask for progress updates, just don’t mind me accidentally not seeing the message bc this is tumblr and I don’t get notifs for some reason.

as of rn, I do comms in Vgen but I can also accept payment through ko-fi and PayPal invoices!

But ye! That’s about it, thanks for seeing this yall. If you want to see more examples, simply look at the tags below in my account!

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since yt people refuse to educate themselves and try to burden black people with the “job” of “educating” them, as an asian person who has a decent amount of followers, i will use my platform to educate yt people instead. as soon as i have time from work (i have to work for 6 days this week) i will try to make an informative post/thread about the whole incident and i will add links where people can support black businesses and black organizations. i will also try to give information about what i have learned up until this point and i will try to recommend the black authors i hold very dear to my heart to raise awareness. since i live in a country quite ignorant to the topic of racism, all i have is what i taught myself. so, (with absolutely no obligation) any recommendations and help for my informative post/thread are much appreciated because i don’t want to give misinformation. if you’re willing, you’re more than welcome to dm me.