#pronounced like shell btw

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Regarding the tags you left on my last piece, I totally see Price sitting on Nik's lap now, and I'm 1000% imagining Nik's hands being on Price's ass and thighs 👉​👈​ I just feel like Nik is a very grabby kind of guy in general :3c

Thank you for the kind tags you always leave on my art btw !! Always makes me super happy <3

It's a good lap. Price should absolutely occupy it as often as possible. One (1) grabby Nik comin' right up.

cw: kissing, groping, grinding, Nik is Price-sexual. I put the sexiness under the cut so you can opt in if you're feeling it. Much love, Nekro.

Price felt Nik's growl beneath his lips as two large hands slapped against his arse and squeezed. A litany of low Russian tumbled out next, and Price licked up to the hinge of Nik's jaw as if to follow the path of the words to his tongue. "U tebya khoroshaya tolstaya zadnitsa..."

They were both freshly showered, Price in a fresh pair of boxers and Nik in the grey sweats that slouched low on his hips and let plenty push through the soft fabric as he walked, rolling from side to side between his thighs. Dia-fuckin'-bolical.

It had taken only a glimpse of Price's hungry gaze for Nik to grab him by the hips and pull him onto the large hotel bed to straddle his lap. Nik liked to run his hands over Price's body, savouring his masculinity, his hairiness, the way his muscles moved under his skin and his body reacted to touch. He'd work them both up and Price got to reap the rewards.

Price savoured the feel of stubble against his lips, his tongue, as he devoured Nik's neck, fisting a handful of damp black hair to keep his conquered ground surrendered to him. Strong hands continued to knead his backside, palms tucking beneath the curves of each cheek and then working their say up to the top to admire the shape. It felt nice through the cotton of his boxers, Nik's fingertips alternating between a stroke and a massage, and Price's body, already flushed from the heat of the shower, warmed with arousal.

"You are a masterpiece, solnyshko," Nik growled as Price licked into the shell of his ear, sucked on the lobe, before returning to the hinge of his jaw. Price pressed forward to feel the firm, solid line of Nik's body against his and moaned softly. There was a little give, a little plush; Nik was built like a powerlifter, not a model, thank fuck. Made for strength, endurance, explosive power; beneath the padding was hard muscle, his shoulders and biceps bouldered out and pronounced beneath Price's hands, his back broad enough to carry a damn ox. He was one to talk about bloody masterpieces, walking around like this.

Price groaned again as he rubbed into the thick hair on Nik's chest, and Nik's fingers wandered between his thighs, Nik's spreading wider so that Price's knees were pushed further open with them. Two fingers pushed down Price's perineum, massaging back and forth with a perfect pressure. "Mmph, fuck, Nik, that's..."

"Good?"

"Yeah..."

"In Taoism, this is called the Hui Yin, or the gate to life and death."

"Uh huh," Price said, amused. Of course Nik had some hidden mystic sex knowledge. Why wouldn't he? It was Nik. Truly nothing that came out of his mouth surprised Price these days, but damn did it all sound fuckin' good.

Nik's voice was low, husky, and it vibrated through Price's own chest, curling around his heart like a physical force to make it ache. It was love, wasn't it? The sound of Nik's voice, the feel of his hands, it made Price ache with love and want. "Tell me more, Nik. Keep talkin'." And keep touchin' me, fuckin hell.

"I was told that martial arts students would pay their instructors a small fortune to activate this point, release their energies, essential life forces." Nik pushed up with the hand beneath Price's arse, urging him to lean his weight forward, to relax.

"Hurr, can't think of anythin' more uncomfortable 'n some old monk rubbin' between my legs..."

"He would do it from the inside too."

"Oh, grand. Even worse." Price ground forward a little, pushing his hard prick, pinned down to the side by his boxers, into the plush of Nik's belly as the well of pleasure in his hips began to grow. Nik continued to enjoy the curve of one arse cheek, squeezing it against his palm, his other hand still working leisurely at the spot behind Price's balls.

"I would train you to have a full body experience when you orgasm. I imagine you would look and sound... beautiful. But you are too impatient."

Price's ears reddened. Nik was the only person in the world that called Price's craggy, asymmetrical self 'beautiful', and it made him feel all sorts of... funny. Good funny. "'Ave yer looked in the mirror to see what I have t' work with? You'd be impatient t--hng.. ahh, Nik." It may be on the outside, but Nik knew what he was doing, pressing up just so in focused passes. It was sweet torture, the need for release building with no outlet, the pleasure of it blooming through Price's back, down his thighs.

"You are healthy, young, vigorous, your body is... a work of art. It would be a powerful experience."

"Unf," Price replaced, clinging on for dear fucking life as he fought the desire to hump Nik's body like a rutting hound. He tilted his hips forward and buried his face against Nik's shoulder, soft, tight pants blustering over Nik's neck. "Nik, I need..."

"I know, soon, relax and focus on the feeling, not the end."

"Cruel bastard," Price said, trying not to whine but bloody hell it was hard. "Please tell me yer brought lube."

"I always provide you with a full service, no?"

"Hollow points, exfil and lube, ha.. oh, oh, fuck, Nik, c'mon, please..."

"Hm," he slapped Price's arse and flicked his chin at his duffel bag. Price practically threw himself across the bed to rifle through it, while Nik shucked off his sweats and lounged, gloriously naked and unhurried, against the pillows. When Price looked back, his mouth went dry at the sight of him, thick cock hard against his belly, arms folded behind his head expectantly.

"You worked me up so you could be a pillow princess, you jammy git."

"Da," Nik admitted with a wry little smirk. "You are young, fit... I am old man, tired..."

"Oh yeah, knackered, clearly," Price grumbled, crawling back up the bed and kicking his boxers off as he went. Nik's body was clearly anything but tired. Price pushed the lube into Nik's chest as he climbed back into his lap and Nik took the hint, flicking the cap off with his thumb before taking his sweet time to enjoy the preparation as Price licked into his mouth.

When Price finally got what he wanted, those big hands on his hips, that beast of a prick inside him, the orgasm was out of this world. Whited vision, curled up with the intensity, throat raw; the works. Maybe there was something to that Taoist shit after all.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

okie im tired for the day heres my vocacolle recs

Inner Child - yurame (miku) : this ones my current favorite. i love the spaceyness going on & i love how the chorus sounds with the harmonies & the lyrics are so good too.

kaf-eine - hiiragi magnetite (kafu) : kafu kafu kafu kafu!!!! this is so fucking cute this is the best thing to come out of their neta posting i love this i love sena yuta's art too its all just so good

kaihou seimei - zeeka (vflower) : this song goes hard. some of the lyrics are a little weird to me but thats really just a zeeka thing the whole things really solid. (zeeka has en translation in the video btw! so u all can enjoy in full) very cool flower song highly recommend

phenomenon - szri (gekiyaku utau + ß) : szri's music always goes hard. quick paced & heavy. love the growly gekiyaku & the rap parts. clearly szri's sound but its distinct from their other songs i think tho some parts remind me of quiet & anaphylaxis. is it related idk im not looking into it rn

kowaremono - kyiku (rime & kazehiki utau) : holy shit. hi i love this. the lyrics kinda hurt & it sounds so dramatic. also oh my god the tuning on rime i could cry. working with her to make her sound both emotional & pretty🥺🥺 this isnt a duo i wouldve thought of but it works. this is so good [puts it directly in ur hands and walks away]

Predation - logico (haru) : yeah this is something i can easily loop for days. its so good. love the little bits of squeakiness on haru it has charm to me. goes hard. haru fans come get ur food

Shell - tokino yamma (rime) : i wasnt sold on this at first but listening more i feel like it works with rime well enough. sounds more emotional than like shes actually struggling it gets a pass from me. love the sound in the chorus. idk this is going to grow on me even more i think with the combination of the lyrics & sound

moving on to things i didnt mylist but still like enough to have in a playlist

Smart??? - marasy (kagamine rin) : i like the it

Worst Regret - youman (gumi) : youman is hit or miss with me but this is a HIT love it

Rime-chan no fukuoka trip kisoukyoku - minami no minami (rime, sekai, kafu, touhoku kiritan, frimomen, matsuka risuku) : hilarious finally my girl gets a neta song thank u minami no minami everything about this js so fuckign funny

Polybius - dopam!ne & zensen (kafu) : these 2 producers know how to have fun together. kami electroswing duo for REAL

hayari no ice cream - mochi utsune (miku) : simultaneous both cute and dark. worth ur time

chase - satsuki (teto sv) : heavy sounding song & theres something about it that keeps u listening. yes its supposed to be pronounced chase its in the comment when u like the video.

it's all my fault - aluvi (stardust infinity) : this is so pretty like actually. heavy content wise but the sound is just SO good. please give it a chance.

Chase - yakou ume (aisuu, rime, tsurumaki maki) : COMPLETELY different from the other chase. its still so good tho

Caligula - shinonome kasumi (gekiyakuß & rime) : this legit sounds like it should be one of the most popular uploads and yet it is not. how sad. its really good

denkou roukaku - dadari (haru) : another haru banger. shes kinda squeaky but i like it.

Plum - see & haiiro nemuri (nedjem & kafu) : such a calm tranquil sound for something not that light.

Time Limit - sigma (kafu, miku, & vflower) : idk how to describe this one its more mellow than other things ive put here but its so far from the really tranquil stuff. very good

yuurei ni naretara. - HotaRu (miku) : absolutely LOVE this sound it feels like carbonation in a pretty colored drink to me

tengoku yori shounen-kun e. - aira (coko, chisei, & kafu) : airas tuning is so unique no one does it like aira does this song is so immediately clockable as aira and it fucks

imaginary girl - miru (teto sv) : this feels like a popular song. to me. im not going to look at the view count im going to live in my own world about it

uso desho!? - eo (rin) : i can vibe to this i think i like the it

hakoniwa no kajitsu [beginning] - hitogoto (kafu & haru) : oooo another hitogoto song pair im liking where this is going i like this theres a story in this one too. dramatic.

giraffe center - caracca (kafu) : i dont have anything profound to say but i think its worth a listen

[autisticempathydaemon]

hello! for your redacted matchup!

some basic things about me is that i'm just an intj-t and a reserved person and have a lot of difficulty opening up to someone. i also am the stubborn type, trying to solve my problems alone and head on with no breaks. it does lead to a lot of issues where people think i'm too hyper-independent, but we ball and we vibe!

as for your whimsical questions (that i adore btw):

i adore long video essays on youtube! usually about books, drama and social issues around the world. mainly because it's cool to hear about how different people perceive the same piece of media!

i spent most of my life hating my name, so you'd have to put me on gun point to change it. that being said, there was a point in time i wanted to change to something similar to my current name so people can pronounce it easier.

the recent avior video is definitely one of my top fives now! i also adore sam and aviors' healing videos, vega's first video with warden and all of vincent's videos where he gets to act like a dork.

i hope i don't get crucified for this but i really can't see the appeal in lasko. he's too jittery and jumpy and i'm way too impatient to deal with someone like that. i'd still want him as a friend, thought.

as for who i am attracted too platonically, all of the DAMN boys, milo, asher and vincent! they're all too best friend shaped for me.

oh god, when i get tired, i tend to ramble about how people annoy me. i'll be shit talking people in my sleep and i think that's funny!

my go to gas station is circle k and i'd usually get either coffee or a peach quencher!

my favourite playlist rn is my darlin' playlist because it's filled with nostalgic songs for me! (a lot of 90a and early 2000s rap and rnb)

ooooh, my guilty pleasure media would have to be redacted audios! i'm a very basic person when it comes to my media choices so this is literally the "weirdest" thing i listen too!

thank you sososo much for having this event open! do take your time and don't feel pressured to have all of these done! i love you and i hope you have a good day! 💞💞💞

Your INTJ-T (the Turbulent Architect) nature gives me fun Aaron vibes- not that I’d necessarily pair you with Aaron but that you remind me of him… and you know what you and Aaron could use? A cute, bubbly pizza Guy.

The beauty in yours and Guy’s relationship would be the lovely, charming ways you contrast; where you might be introverted and stubborn, Guy is extroverted and open- maybe a little opposites attract sort of thing? He seems the type who could easily draw you out of your shell and become, if not your rock, your safe, happy space.

Also, I think Guy would be so tickled pink to hear you be sleepy and grumpy and gripe about the people who irritate you. He’d love laying next to you and encouraging your mumbling, probably recording silly, nonsensical snippets of it for when he misses you. Guy’d think it’s so cute and sweet how garrulous you can be when it’s just the two of you, and he’d be so proud that he is granted the privilege of experiencing you that way.

Song:

Some people want diamond rings/ Some just want everything/ But everything means nothing/ If I ain't got you, you, you

You just know, without a doubt, that Guy would be a sucker for a good, nostalgic, shower jam, and is there any better than this? It’s classic, it’s simple, it’s cheesy as hell, and Guy absolutely sings it off-key in the car, knowing you’d never skip the track and throw him off his groove when he’s having fun.

Runner-ups:

Leaning more into comparisons than contrasts, I definitely considered David and Aaron for you. David, who is also independent and stubborn, would make himself very available as a rock and foundation for you; he is incredibly dependable, which is very attractive in a partner. Aaron strikes me as having the same MBTI as you, as being similar in that way that would make you fast friends.

Note: I am having a fantastic day, thank you ❣️ I hope you are as well and that this, god willing, made it just a touch better 💖

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[etes-secrecy-post]

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#Onthisday: Nov 27th, 2018

Title: Cuteness Girl Member - Libty

Libty the squirrel 🐿️ was officially joined with her twin sibling Ribty 🐿️. 🙂 Which is my next reveal, and will get to that very soon.😉 And her "Cuteness Mecha Armor" was the lefty custom close combat from the original Galbaldy-β, called the "Gaz-L" 🤖 - also pronounce as "Gazu-L". But for ME, I think its more like calling "Gazelle" (BTW: no relation to the antelope species animal 😅).

Gaz-L Libty Came from the real: AMX-117L Gaz-L [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

Hyper Beam Saber • Two hyper beam sabers are stored on the Gaz-L's backpack. Their hilts are larger than most other beam sabers' during the First Neo Zeon War, and are capable of emitting a longer and more powerful beam blade that can easily cut through several mobile suits in a single swing. They can also be used as beam cannons when stored, capable of destroying most armored opponent(s) in one shot, or damage a battleship. Additionally, the two hyper beam sabers can be connected at their hilts to form a twin bladed weapon, the 'Beam Naginata', which is also known as 'Twin Lancer'.

Beam Saber • The beam saber is a small cylindrical device held in the mobile suit's hands when deployed and is powered by a rechargeable energy capacitor. It emits high-energy Minovsky particles to form a blade-shaped I-field (via manipulation of electromagnetic fields), and then fills this I-field shell with superheated Minovsky particle plasma to produce an effective cutting blade. The Gazu-L has two beam sabers stored in the enlarged forearm armor on the left arm.

Heat Lance • As its name implies, the heat lance uses thermal energy to heat up a metal blade to super-high temperatures, similar to the heat weapons used by the Principality of Zeon. The high heat allows the lance to begin melting the enemies armor on contact, which when combined with the force applied to the attack, can inflict significant damage.

Beam Rifle • The main long-range armament of the Gaz-L. The particle beam fired from a beam rifle can penetrate almost any armor that has not been treated with specific counter-measures. While not as powerful as the Beam Cannon, Gaz-L's Beam Rifle has a greater firing rate. Like most beam weapons of the period, it is powered by a rechargeable energy cap.

Libty (HTF OC) - owned by D4RTHSP4RT4N (dA) Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ) - Gundam Series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

[corpsoir]

kjell is pronounced like shell btw. yes thats intentional both because ha ha the sea ! and because oil and pollutants. im funny right

[nevermeyers]

Hi! I hope you're having a great day! About the writing ask, I'd LOVE to know 4, 6, 18, 27, 40 (I just started reading your works btw, so I'm adding my own questions that you are absolutely free to ignore if it's annoying: do you have a favorite piece of your writing? Which one is it and why?

Have a wonderful week and take care 😊

Hi! I hope you're having a great day too 💖 It's not annoying, don't worry about <3 I'll answer that question firstly

Do you have a favorite piece of your writing? Which one is it and why?

This question is certainly difficult, since I have a special affection for each and every one of my pieces. I also think of them as the moments in which I wrote them, specifically the places and what was my emotional state.

Ephemere is very special to me, and I love how the character development is turning out. How Rindou tries to get out of a depression thanks to his brother and Sanzu, how Sanzu tries to fulfill his dream of being a dancer when the world seems ready to throw him away.

Loving Kabukichō is depressive from the start. I remember writing the foreword at four in the morning while crying lmao, and I've cried more times while writing. In the end, they're two broken kids trying to survive until they meet, and things just aren't getting better.

However, I'll be talking about something shorter and I think I'll choose Redamancy, since I wrote it recently. And I'll talk about it too in question 18, as I also chose Redamancy.

I just love writing about Sanzu as a broken and lonely person, everyone's second choice, the dog that is only good for barking. Sanzu, who is completely losing control with drugs, who doesn't even have friends or hobbies. Sanzu, who thinks he doesn't deserve a petty touch, yet yearns for Rindou's warmth and has a visceral fear of being abandoned.

On the other side is Rindou. Rindou, who gives him the drugs because he doesn't want him to buy from someone else because of the danger that they could be altered doses or scams. Rindou, who sees how Sanzu loses himself to the point of not remembering anything the next morning. Rindou, who loves Sanzu, the thin, empty shell that he sees every day and the real Sanzu.

I loved the result and I will turn it into a series called “You don't even have to love me back” <33

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Welcome to what I call "phonetically pleasing words" Sounds weird I know 😭

A while ago I always used "idiosyncrasy" in all my papers and exhibitions both in high school and university. I always found a way to fit it into whatever I was doing. It's a nice word and it sounds good. I made it almost my personal stamp. A project of mine wasn't a project of mine if it didn't have that word in it. It drove me crazy lmao

There are names that I also find phonetically pleasant, precious. Like Haruchiyo. It just feels good to be pronounced 😭 I've never met someone who had this thing about words.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

Not being able to do it anymore. Writing is the only way I have to express myself and my biggest hobby. I don't understand a world without writing, therefore being unable to continue writing in one way or another is something that terrifies me deeply.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Redamancy, again <3. To have a bit of context. They're both in the shower in what is supposed to be a romantic moment.

He squeezed those rosy cheeks, smiling. Rindou grabbed his wrist to pull him away and held his chin, touching the tip of his nose with his own. He kissed the corners of his lips, where diamond scars marked his presence on young skin. It could have been a romantic moment.

A stab of pain shot through Sanzu's stomach. He shrugged slightly, sighing an insult and pushing Rindou away, placing his hand on the center of his chest.

"Wait…" he muttered, flinging open the partition.

Droplets of water slid from his body to the ground. He almost slipped off the soft rectangle that was the rug, and sank to his knees in front of the toilet, retching at the same time. The marble lid slammed against the cistern and Sanzu held his belly, spasming a couple of times.

He threw up everything inside in front of Rindou's blank stare. He felt so fucking embarrassed, naked and pathetically miserable, on the damp floor of his bathroom. Mixing alcohol and pills he hadn't even read the type about hadn't been a good idea.

"Were you high?" Rindou whispered, with a small voice. He stopped the water and grabbed a couple of towels.

Sanzu shivered, panting pasty strings of vomit which he spat out with something akin to contempt.

This scene didn't change much when I wrote it because I was clear about what I wanted and how. Where do I begin?

Sanzu hates himself so much. This scene takes place after he screwed up in a meeting with Manjiro and Kakucho, precisely the reason for having been distracted there is the side effects of the drugs, the damage that is being done to the brain and that affects him when sober.

After the meeting, the first thing he does is mix drugs and alcohol, a bad decision. He needs it, he can't help it. He hates himself for being useless at work, for ruining his time with Rindou. That "were you high?" it's important to them. It just makes Sanzu feel like a piece of shit again and Rindou feel horrified.

The whole oneshot is Sanzu feeling like a piece of shit, yeah :(

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

So this question was repeated in another ask so I'll say the same <3

I won't say that writing them stresses me out, but I would be anxious to be with them if they were real people.

The first is Ran from Ephemere, who has a big problem with internalized homophobia and often treats his boyfriend badly almost without realizing it.

The second one is from a fic that I haven't published in English yet. Let's say I first write in my mother tongue and then translate it. It's from a Drakenui in which Seishu has an ED that he has dragged through without going to therapy since his childhood. He's a boy obsessed with the idea of ​​perfection, as he has grown up watching his sister Akane (who also had ED) trying to please boys by being perfect, also his family. After Akane's death, Seishu does the exact same thing, not only does he develop ED, but he starts hanging out with guys to heal his emotional emptiness, guys who treat him like crap the way they treated his sister.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I haven't written poetry in years, so I'll put up a Bécquer poem that never fails to inspire me to write <3

Rhyme LXVI

From where do I come...? Seek the most horrible

and rugged of paths:

the tracks of bloody feet

on the hard rock,

the scraps of a soul completely shredded

by sharp brambles

they will tell you the way

that leads to my cradle.

To where do I go...? Across the most shadowy

and sad of deserts,

valley of eternal snow and of eternal

melancholy mist.

Where there is one solitary stone

without any inscription,

where forgetfulness dwells,

there will be my tomb.

[aj-the-satyr]

Picture worth a thousand words

Chance glanced back over a shoulder, the empty rooftop on which she had found herself the only thing in view. She sighed as she pulled out a phone, briefly staring into the eyes of her own reflection. She stared skyward into a grey mass that held no answers, no insights, just a threat of rain to further dampen the mood.

“Fuck.” the muttered word slipped beyond her lips releasing with it a wave of frustration tinged with guilt. A werewolf attack. Nikolai had been in danger after all and she’d just told him to die and walked out. Had her heart really frozen over that much? A shake of the head and a decision made later she began to text.

...

Lance frowned as he looked around the restaurant. Whoever they were they hadn’t seemed to have touched anything. He turned to Augur.

“What’d you say her name was again?”

“Name on the ID was Morrow.” He answered pencil gliding around his sketchbook as he drew her from memory.

“Morrow. And something about Nemesis?”

“Yeah.” He looked up at Lance, the pencil stopped briefly. “I’ve never heard fo them. You?”

“No.” Lance walked back outside. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist though. Director would know. You finished?” he leaned over to look.

“Almost.”

“You said she was...... what..... how’d you put it?”

“Like the Director if he doesn’t get his morning coffee.”

“Yeah.” Lance chuckled. “Let’s not put that in the official report.”

“No shit. Here.” Augur handed him the sketchbook.

Lance frowned again. “And just who are you really so called Agent Morrow?”

...

Chance ran a hand through her hair gripping a handful briefly before releasing it. She stared at the text she’d sent.

                                                              Agent Morrow is gonna get pinged. Sorry.

Five minutes and still nothing. This wasn’t like Chiell at all. Had she really burned yet another bridge? Was she on her own for this? She sighed. Been on her own before, certainly wasn’t anything new that was for sure, but with Nikolai missing as well... might need some help and the Agency wasn’t an option. The phone’s screen dimmed, then went black. Nothing. Not even the bouncing dots of someone typing a reply. Again she stared up into the grey.

“I swear if someone up there is fucking with me I’m gonna come up there and shoot you!”

Ding. A message.

What’s Tom been doing now?

Chance smirked a little at the reply.

                                                                        Breaching an Agency cordon. You?

Same shit, different boss. Ur missed btw.

                                                                                        Aim better. Need a favor.

Better say something good with ya next message then or I’m telling Mom.

                                                                                             The Twins are in play.

  What do U need?                                                                                            Kinda have to tell Mom now tho.

          Whatever. Davidius Knight has been abducted. Can you get me anything?

Shit WTF RU doing?

Chance didn’t bother to reply she knew Chiell was already working her techno stuff. She didn’t need distractions.

 Chance?                                                                                                           C’mon U kno I can multitask.                                                                             Talk 2 me.

Chance frowned a little.

                                                                                          Davidius, Chiell. Focus.

Oh using tech to find a technophobe? Fuck U!

                                                   What you got? Technophobes didn’t abduct him.

Couple of rent a thugs, so nothing.

                                                                                                                         Pic?

Chance pinched to zoom in on the picture as soon as it arrived. “Great.” she muttered to herself.

C 2 guys with ur Clockmaker friend.

                                                                                                                  That’s it?

Working on it. Anything else?

A twinge of guilt chose that moment to rear its head.

                                                                                                  Yeah. Nikolai Eros.

Fuck the Maker Chance! What shit r u in now?

                                                                                        Nothing. I’m on vacation.

Maker’s balls u r What r u hiding?

                                                                                                                   Nikolai?

Fine. Gimme a sec.

Chance nodded as an address popped up on screen. “Thanks Chiell.” she said out loud before snapping the phone in two.

(Malentendu lives!!!! Well of course it does just hadn’t updated in a bit. Hopefully the funky formatting faking I did for the Texts plays ok. Chance is still alive and well and plotting to shoot sky people :) Anyway onto that taglist

@yuutfa @anntarinsanitymaterialized @sleepy-and-anxious @wordsaremylife

As usual if you want to be added/removed just ask me.

For all those coming across this wondering what the hell is going on

https://aj-the-satyr.tumblr.com/tagged/Malentendu/chrono

Is a link to the rest of this mess, which I one day will sort out properly and put into chapters and stuff.

Anyway have fun with your writing Y’all.)

[espimyte]

I know how to properly consume the contents of this can

[caitlinsnicket]

"Let me love you" with viktor please! You can make it smutty or spicy I'm not picky! I love they way you write Viktor btw!!

"that's enough love. you don't... ah! please vik, it's too much" you beg, his head between your legs, sucking you off to the best of his ability. he finally let your hips go, giving you a last squeeze and cleaning his mouth with his arm.

you immediatly missed his warmth, but he was already out of reach as usual. he didn't let you touch him beyond a few kisses and penetration, which left you uneasy. you knew there was nothing wrong with you, he made sure you knew that everytime he sank down to his knees. still, he wouldn't let you touch him. this time was no different, and you watched as he sat on the couch to recollect himself.

"i'm cold." you had a strategy, you just needed him to bite it.

"i can fetch you a blanked." he was already getting up.

"no!" you sat up, still a little dizzy. "i want you"

he looked stunned, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to run away, but then he got closer. his body was stiff as he laid beside you, and just as you touched his shoulder to bring him closer, he jerked away from you.

"i'm too cold. my bones are too pronounced. it's gonna be uncomfortable. you don't have to force yourself" he said, turning away.

then, it hit you: he was insecure. even though you couldn't understand why ( he was the prettiest man you'd ever seen in your entire life), you still emphatized with him. he shuddered when your digits touched his jaw and then caressed the shell of his ear, getting closer to his collarbone and then kissing him.

"it's a privilege" you mumble against his skin, licking your way to his cheek. "to touch you. to feel you. i like it when we're close. please, don't run off"

you'd never seen viktor look so conflicted before. the situation made you forget that both of you were still naked, and the intimacy of it made you feel warm. at last, he laid back, a hand resting on your lower back. he still didn't look sure of himself, but your heart was so full of love, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping on him and peppering his face with kisses. his laugh echoed in the room, and you thought you were about to explode.

"alright now. i love you too! stop it, i'm ticklish!" he spat out, gasping for air, not doing anything to actually stop you.

"let me love you! come back here!"

you couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much fun, or when you'd seen viktor have so much fun. when you rolled around the sheets again later, you clinged to each other like it was the last thing you'd ever do. he got goosebumps everytime you held his face with oh, so much care, he thought he was gonna break.

he held you through the whole night, and you had to wrestle again in the morning. he wanted to keep touching you, now that he'd gotten a taste. and you weren't complaining one bit.

[creamecream]

“Free as a bird, baby!”

Chelidon Aaoka: Animal-Shifter. The Hunter.

All pictures from here.

[bemybstar]

Bug watching with Legosi would include...

Pairing: Legosi x GN!Reader

A/N: Reader is a wolf btw. Requests are open & feedback is welcomed! Thanks and enjoy!

— You and Legosi have been dating for a little while now... four months to be exact.

— There were still many things you didn’t know about him and one of those little things just so happened to be his pet beetle, Kabu or sometimes nicknamed Beetley.

— Both. Both is good. But for this headcanon he’ll be named Beetley.

— You first met the brown Hercules beetle while staying over Legosis place over the weekend which meant no school, no roommates, and no responsibilities. Just pure relaxation.

— The two of you were busy resting on Legosi’s bed which surprisingly was wide enough to fit both your bodies.

— After a bit of talking, one thing led to another and sooner than anticipated Legosi began pressing light kisses to your lips and then straight to your neck.

— With consent of course!

— Usually it puts a smile on your face and a short wag of your tail to really get you going but for some reason you were preoccupied on something else...

— That something was called Beetley and your boyfriend seemed to notice.

— “I see Beetley has caught your eye,” he tells you amusingly. “Would you like to meet him?”

— “Yes please,” you answer and lean up to sit beside Legosi who does the same.

— He reaches for the tiny plastic cage and places it in the middle between the two of you.

— Taking his left hand he carefully opens the top latch and grabs the beetle with such ease, softly placing him down on his other hand allowing the creature to roam free.

— “Beetley,” he calls to him lovingly. “Your walking now. Good job.”

— You weren’t really one for insects but your boyfriend did seem to have a fascination for them.

— “There’s someone here I’d like you to meet. This is Y/N and she just so happens to be my girlfriend,” Legosi says inching Beetley closer so he can get a better look at you.

— “Do you want to hold him?”

— “Uhh sure,” you answer him. “What should I do?”

— “Hold your palm out. Good, good just like that and wait for him to come to you...”

— You do as your boyfriend instructs, him being the bug expert and all you have no reason not to trust him.

— You watch as Beetley places his front two legs and slowly crawls towards your hand. He stays there for a little bit before looking up to stare back at you with his soulless beady black eyes.

— “I-I think he likes me,” you exclaim causing your tail to wag shortly from excitement.

— “Well that makes two of us then,” Legosi says with a heartfelt smile causing you to blush rapidly.

— After that day you never looked at beetles the same way again...

— But unfortunately Beetleys time with you was short lived, the Hercules beetle your boyfriend loved so much was pronounced dead as soon as Jack found him.

— Legosi said he lived just as he died; sleeping under Jack. R.I.P

— He even dedicated an entire PowerPoint presentation about it during class. Based on this link -> https://youtu.be/kg_bKSA1yVM (I LOVE Legosi’s English voice actor tbh)

— You were sad once Jack told you the bad news and you knew how easily depressed Legosi can get over certain things. It seemed like that little beetle boy was the only thing keeping him going.

— So as the caring girlfriend you are you decided to try your best to cheer him up.

— “Hey there, Tall Guy,” you gave him that nickname after a couple weeks of dating. “How ya holding up?”

— “I’m doing alright... I guess,” he sounds unsure of himself and it pained you to see him this way. “Well maybe my surprise will help make you feel better...” That caught his attention.

— “S-surprise? What kind of surprise?” “I can’t tell you, Silly. That defeats the whole purpose,” you tell him with a playful tone.

— “Now, close your eyes and take out your hand,” he does as you say as you place the surprise down in front of him. “Okay! You can open them now.”

— And in Legosi’s hand is a brand new Hercules Beetle, still the same gender as Beetley but this one was covered with black spots and sported a green shell.

— “I know he’ll never replace Beetley but I couldn’t bare to see you upset anymore,” you tell him honestly. “But the least you could do is try and give him a chance, please...for me.”

— You await his response as he keeps his intense gaze on the beetle then back to you. So many thoughts run through your head... WHAT IF HE DOESNT LIKE IT? WHAT IF YOU OVERSTEPPED YOUR BOUNDARIES? WHAT IF HE WANTS TO BREAK UP WITH YOU ALL BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO REPLACE HIS PRECIOUS BEETLEY WITH A KNOCKOFF? WHY IS IT TAKING HIM SO LONG TO ANSWER?!?

— “Y/N... I-I don’t know what to say,” Is that a bad thing or...

— “Thank you,” he finally speaks. “Thank you so much for not only thinking of me but Beetley as well,” he puts his new pet back in its container.

— “And...” he lingers on. “And?” You respond.

— “And I love you for it,” He plants a kiss right on your lips and you return the affection.

— He loved the gift after all...

— “How’d you manage to find this little guy anyway?” Legosi questions.

— “That’s a long story,” you reply. “I’ll tell you all about it on our way back.”

— Welcome to the family Beetley 2.0

———

Tag list - (just ask to be added)

@starr60

[ajokeformur-ray]

omg could you write something where reader gets jealous of arthur? love your written btw

anonymous asked: can you please do an imagine with arthur fleck/joker x reader where they’ve been together for awhile but once the reader starts noticing his descend into becoming joker she also notices his new infatuation with sophie? 🖤🦋

IMPLIED NSFW AT END. Swearing. Lighthearted fluff.

Word count: 1, 782 (I am incapable of writing short things omg)

Stop primping honey you’re perfect omgggg

“Hey, Arthur!” 

Arthur stopped mid sentence in telling you about his day to turn and look at Sophie. She was stood at the end of the hall, a friendly smile on her face. The answering smile that lit Arthur’s face was usually the one that he reserved for you; the one that deepened the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes and made the dimples in his cheeks a little more pronounced.

“Hey!” His eyes dipped as he looked near Sophie’s knee height and the smile on his face widened even further. You felt a stab of jealousy twist in your gut. You did your best to brush it off, to push it down. Arthur was trying to communicate with Sophie. He was shy and awkward and he was doing his best to extend an olive branch in friendship to her. His daily efforts were admirable and his face took on a look of childlike innocence as he gazed at Gigi. “Hi, Gigi!”

Gigi had a nervous look on her round face as she shyly waved at Arthur before her bravado left her and she hid behind Sophie, shuffling backwards.

Sophie laughed, put her hand on Gigi’s head. “Okay, come on, baby. We gotta get you to bed.” Sophie gave you a friendly smile and nodded her goodbye to Arthur before she made her way further down the hall, her heels clicking harshly in the empty corridor; they sounded much louder with no other noise to block them.

You eye rolled as Arthur stood there with the smile frozen on his face. He waited until the door to Sophie’s apartment clicked shut and then he turned, slender fingers tucking some errant strands of hair behind his ears. You let yourself into the apartment, holding the door open for Arthur. You didn’t smile when he brushed his body deliberately against yours as a way of reminding himself that you were still real, still there. You just set about shedding your damp coat, toeing off your shoes, and sorting yourself out.

You barely looked at Arthur. 

At first, he thought nothing of it. Sometimes you liked to be quiet and the peaceful stillness of your bodies and minds that occurred in moments like those were so priceless to Arthur. It reminded him that he didn’t had to try to be or do anything, that he was allowed to simply exist and be and that you were safe together in this cramped but cosy apartment.

It was only when he tried to kiss you on the cheek and you ducked out of the way, still irrationally annoyed, did he realise that something was wrong.

“Y-Y/N?” A crease between his brow. Arthur tilted his head so that he could look you fully in the face, but you refused to meet his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

You paused. Took a deep breath. In, out, let it go… Shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Despite the way you meant to sound comforting, your words came out flat and consequently went unheard by Arthur. He pressed you for information and you knew you had to tell him. There was no getting out of this one.

“Then why can’t I kiss you?” Arthur’s voice was quiet, gentle. The crease in his brow was becoming deeper the more confused he became, and you could tell that he wasn’t allowing himself to feel hurt or rejected until you answered his question. Sometimes miscommunications arose easily between you and both of you made concerted efforts to keep emotions out of the equation until the situation was fully understood. Your relationship had more challenges in it than most, but fuck did you fight hard for what you had painstakingly built together.

You were tempted to kiss Arthur in that moment to show that he could kiss you, you weren’t really mad, just… jealous. But you also knew that kisses to Arthur were happy, full of joy and love and you kissing him right now wouldn’t be well received because he would think that you had done it out of obligation; that you didn’t really want to kiss him but you were doing it to keep him quiet. You knew Arthur well enough to know that if you kissed him now, you would do irreparable damage to your relationship. Even when you were feeling less than positive did you have to be so very mindful of Arthur and the way that his damaged brain worked. 

He was never more than one wrong moment away from distancing himself from you, though by no means were you ever walking on egg shells; no, you loved him so much that you always did what you could to look after him, even when you were the one who wanted to be looked after. 

Arthur was the same, though - even if he had had a shitty day, even if his day had been so bad it had been all he could do to just get home, if he saw that you were having a bad day too did he put everything aside to look after you. 

You had a relationship of give and take, of care and love, and sometimes you both had to put your own feelings aside in the same moment to care for the other. You didn’t mind though, you never could, because in looking after each other even when you didn’t want to were you able to care after your own selves; your relationship was so involved, so emotionally intimate and physically close, that even when you hadn’t spoken for hours were you able to stretch your fingers or your thoughts out and find the other already waiting with open arms and listening ears.

You sighed quietly, your annoyance slipping away already. You could never feel any negativity towards Arthur for any long stretch of time; you loved him too much. Part of you wondered if you had a healthy relationship together, but the larger side of you didn’t care. All you had was each other in the grand scheme of things, so why not throw yourself right in there? You were equally obsessed with each other and you both loved it. “You can’t kiss me because you smiled my smile at Sophie.” The words were out before you could stop them and you slapped a hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as you stepped away from Arthur, at the same time stepping away from the situation so you could just think and breathe and figure out why you were suddenly jealous over a simple greeting being exchanged in a corridor.

A pause in which neither of you breathed and you just stared at each other.

Then, a single hiccup turned into several hiccups. Hiccups turned to soft giggles and then… oh, and then, Arthur’s chuckles became long, raspy breaths as he laughed. It wasn’t a laughter filled with pain, discomfort or sorrow, anger or any of the usual reasons which caused him to laugh uncontrollably. No. No, Arthur was laughing because he was amused by your jealousy. Over him. Really, did wonders never cease? You smiled despite yourself at the way you had made him laugh. With happiness, amusement and disbelief.

You had made Arthur genuinely laugh and it almost made your jealousy, spiking hot through your body, worth it.

Almost.

“Oh, I’m so glad I amuse you!” You couldn’t have helped the smile tugging at your lips if you had tried. You didn’t. You could never stay mad at him for anything. He was just too cute. He was soft and kind and good and everything you had ever wanted in a life partner and he knew it. He knew how loved and cherished he was and moments like this proved any acidic thoughts wrong; his negative thoughts had been less prominent in the time that you had been together but he still had them. Still did they reign with an ice cold grip over his battered heart but you were always there with heated kisses and warm, gentle hands to chase them away.

Arthur tried to stop his laughter, mirth making his green eyes glitter, but he couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud, not bothering to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle the beautiful sounds he was making. This wasn’t the kind of feeling he had been taught to hide, to be ashamed of. No, this was… this was sheer joy and he wanted to let himself feel it for as long as it was there.

You stood there and watched him, taking the time to just look. He was fucking beautiful. Even that word didn’t seem to quite cut it. He was exquisite, a delicacy to be truly savoured, a book to be opened and read carefully, your eyes taking in each word with the intent of taking your time. A mystery to be never fully explained. You remained convinced that he was not of this world; the citizens of Gotham were cruel, underhanded and arguably more demonic than demons. They were cold and brash and cared nothing for the people they had to step on - usually literally - in order to get to where they wanted to go but Arthur… Arthur was so innocent. He had a childlike wonder about the world and no matter what it did to him did he seem to bounce back. He was so strong.

Arthur bit on his lip as laughter turned to hiccups and finally he hummed to himself, love all over his face. He stood there, chest heaving slightly with the force of his expression, and there must have been something on your face because he stepped forward, grabbed your face in both hands and pressed his lips to yours. There was none of his usual endearing shyness, with his eyes wandering over your face as he wondered if he dared to kiss you. There was only certainty as he kissed you, his lips hot and hard against yours as he took what he wanted, what you both wanted: the knowledge that you were in love and together and nothing would ever change that.

“How about we show Sophie who I belong to, hm?” There was a quiet undertone of something in Arthur’s voice that made your stomach clench in anticipation and you wound your fingers in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands as you nodded your consent against his lips.

You didn’t know where this confidence had come from, but as a dark shiver tingled down your spine and you pressed yourself into Arthur, eager for everything he would give you tonight, you couldn’t deny that you liked it.

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[song-fox]

Hey dude, just saw your tags of the oc posts, anywhere I can read more about your ocs? I love me some lore :)

(Okay fuck man, someone is actually asking about your OCs, DO NOT SCREW IT UP)

Please know that I would die for you.

(FUCK)

Lmao okay jokes aside, these are the OCs that I mentioned in those posts (alongside a handful of others):

Emma Sarhan:

My first ever actual OC, so I love this character very dearly

17, cis female, white/Egyptian, bisexual, shapeshifter (mainly cats)

In a word, grumpy. Every other word is usually a swear word or joking insulting her friends

Also really sarcastic and witty

Has had her fair share of toxicity from fake friends and a manipulative boyfriend, so she has her walls up pretty high

But she's willing to let them down if she really trusts you

And she almost looks like she's able to function like a decent human being!

...until you find her on the couch on a Friday night in a blanket burrito scranning Doritos and muttering about how life is pointless

Tends to cling onto the people she already has close to her in her life, so her parents, a handful of close friends and her current boyfriend, Jeremy (my friend's OC)

Random fact, she is also really into cryptids and likes to shapeshift into them from time to time

"IF I HAVE THE POWER TO TURN INTO MOTHMAN YOU BET YOUR ASS IMMA USE IT- JEREMY STOP LAUGHING AT ME I'M SERIOUS"

Autumn Lowry:

22, cis female, white, lesbian

Definitely the 'smart one' out of her friend group (btw Emma isn't a part of the following group of OCs, she's in a different story)

Tries her damn hardest to keep the reputation of the 'cool, mature, smart girl' but will also outlive God trying to get the last word in an argument

V stylish and artistic, definitely forces her girlfriend to go shopping with her because "Oh my fuck Wren, your fashion sense is atrocious, what the hell--"

Will probably help you commit treason if you ask her politely

Very snarky and witty, but also surprising charismatic and could definitely talk her way out of a lot of situations

Internally: I love my friends so much literally these guys have seen me through some awful times in my life when we were younger and I just,,,, I love them sm

Externally: Haha bitch lol

Highly empathetic towards people in need actually, if she sees someone being bullied or smthn Big Sister Incstincts(TM) will KICK IN

"Autumn I'm gonna leave you for a bit, don't touch anything" "I'm gonna touch everything >B)" "Autumn no"

Lives on books, caffeine and spite and nothing else

Orion Chase:

24, cis male, black, gay, deaf

Gentle giant of his friends, they usually bring him to cling onto like a koala when they're nervous about anything because he looks kinda like he could be a bodyguard

Ironically really bad at archery

Really chill and pretty passive, is kinda just there but we love him regardless

Also only started losing his hearing when he was about ten or eleven, so he can talk with muscle memory. Prefers to sign though and enjoys teaching his friends different signs

Was pretty insecure about it when he first started going deaf though, and was honestly kinda hard to coax out of his shell for a bit until he got more comfortable with it and found out who his real friends were

Definitely developed to be very adaptable and go-with-the-flow later on

But will also throw hands if you say anything ignorant or dumb

Also will stare silently at you if he spots you saying anything like "It's so silent here!" or "I can't hear anything!"

And surprisingly impulsive but can easily think on the go

Wren Khodabux:

21, cis female, black/Mauritian, asexual biromantic

Also has ADHD

"Try to pronounce by surname. I dare you." (I'm aware it's not that hard but I just find it rlly funny seeing non-native speakers struggle to pronounce surnames asgsfdhgj)

Feral. As. FUCK.

Not for no reason though, she's just really energetic and puts it towards making her friends laugh with dumb shenangians and experiments

Surprisingly enough though, very cool-headed and chill

And also the most athletic and jock-iest of the group, and goddamn will she remind you about that

Does not respect authority in the slightest, in that she will probably lower her voice in a library or restaurant but will flip a bird at annoying cops

Really impulsive, but literally only because her brain just shuts off when she's about to do something reckless so when she's done she just smiles and is like "What :)) the fuck :)))) did I just do :)))"

Very curious and spends a lot of time doing dumb experiments (homemade elephant toothpaste, Coke and mentos, etc.)

Drags Autumn to go see cool science stuff and museums and is constantly like "AUTUMN BABE LOOK AT THAT SKELETON" "Yes Wolfy I know ❤" "I made that joke ONE TIME--"

Riley Clarke:

19, non-binary, white, demisexual

90% of their body language is just them facepalming at their friend's stupidity

They're the youngest of the group but SOMEHOW became the parent friend after taking care of everyone at parties, bringing hairbands with them, sharing homemade baked goods and bringing medicine and plasters with them a few too many times

Has learnt way too much first aid than necessary after their friends have gotten hurt a few too many times

Pretty uptight and stubborn after growing up with five younger siblings, and so isn't really used to not having to take care of people

Also very grumpy if you catch them on a bad day, friends love them and bring them along regardless

They try to be mature. They really do. But they just can't when they're surrounded by these idiots, and- Wren get off the fire escape, I swear, Autumn you are NOT HELPING, oh god ORION HELP ME--

"Dude let's burn their house down!" "Don't be stupid." "D:" "Burn their couch. It would result in less death and would be more of an inconvenience instead of... y'know, destroying their life." " :DDDD"

Someone please give this child a break

And finally... Caleb Gonzalez:

23, trans male, Haitian, aroace

An absolute fuckign sweetheart

Even with Riley, he's the one that's constantly keeping is friends out of trouble and making sure they don't get hurt

People always love him too so he manages to talk his way out of many a punishment from his friends being a little too... energetic

Again, suuuper duper sweet, but is absolutely ready to throw hands at any given time

Some guy: "Haha loser"

Caleb: "Ugh whatever, I can ignore you"

Guy to Caleb's friends: "Haha loser"

Caleb: "THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY PUNK--"

That was the first and only time Caleb's friends have heard him swear

On that note, he can be a little too passive sometimes and can end up being a bit of a pushover in an effort to be nice to people

However, would also gladly beat up a bitch for you <3

Also tends to bottle up some things?? His friends know him as this super sweet guy who never gets mad at anyone and he likes to keep that reputation so he doesn't feel like a burden

Someone also pls give my man some rest

Aaaaanndd that's all of them! Well not really, I have like six more OCs but these are all I'm gonna be talking about. Hope you like them!

(Also just realised while I was writing this... I know astonishingly little abt your OCs so..... care to share my good sire? 👉👈)

[cicada-bones]

I hope this isn’t weird haha but I always wonder what your url means?? And why you chose it and how to say it lol, I really like it btw!

Yeah i know its a little strange! I have always absolutely loved the sounds of cicadas in the summer (here is a video if you are unfamiliar -  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEdz5Qx0Otg ) 

They shed their skins? shells? i dont exactly know what they are called, but they shed them each year in august and I used to collect them as a kid. They look a bit like snake skins, and I always called them cicada bones. They are kinda creepy looking in close up photos, but in person they are really delicate and interesting (or at least i think so).

I also have a tattoo of a cicada on my leg, based on these drawings of cicadas that van gogh did ^

So yeah i guess I just really like cicadas! (and its pronounced si-kay-duhs :)

Thank you so much for asking!

[smoothshift]

Do you try to pronounce foreign car(maker) names correctly? via /r/cars

Do you try to pronounce foreign car(maker) names correctly?

While I was on vacation in the US of A last year i heard many people butcher the german car names. So I do you fellow enthusiasts try to pronounce foreign car names correctly or don't even try and stick to what you know?

btw porsche is pronounced like pork with out the k and shell without the l

[khalipsos]

Moon in the houses 🌙

Moon in I: The moon in the 1st house usually symbolizes someone who is loving and emotionally restless. Similar to cancer rising, but more pronounced. If you have this placement you'll usually encounter the feeling of "constantly left behind", of being sensitive and fragile in front of the others. In karmic astrology this placement means that in your previous life, you were a confident individual and that you used your power to manipulate others. In this life, your karmic debt is the feeling of impotency towards others. That doesn't mean that others won't listen to you, but that you self is more emotionally weak and in this life it needs to stabilize in order to gain more strength in a positive way.

Moon in II: In the house of values and affection, the moon indicates someone who loves to chase the unreachable. If you have this placement, probably you'll think you're a constant lover, that your values are something you are proud of (especially material objects)... but, this is your mind tricking on you (probably) if you've noticed, you always want something but when you finally have it, you don't want it no more. The same happens with lovers. You are so jealous, loving, but when you have your lover in your arms you start to take it for granted (and it's not a good thing)! Your goal in this life is to put right value on the right things. To collect, but to preserve.

Moon in III: Someone who has moon in the 3rd (like me btw) is troubled by the decisions he or she makes in life. The mind is so active, there are so many thoughts running trough your head that you can't decide on which side you're truly on. And this will be a very big problem when you'll have to choose a path in your life. You'll struggle a lot of times with your thoughts and the influences of the outside world before you decide what is good for you. I don't want to say you'll have to go trough a mental breakdown before you realize what is your path (those are tough words I know) but indeed there will be something that will shock you so hard and you will calm down, realizing that you are you, and the outside is the outside. You can't be constantly overwhelmed of what other thinks, what society thinks, your friends, your professor and so on. There are good and bad sides, everywhere. Stop changig your mind all the time. Don't waste your life on that.

Moon in IV: The moon is in domicile here, since the moon rules Cancer and Cancer rules on the 4th house. A wonderer, someone who likes to explore and to experience a lot of things maybe will have this placement. Why? Cancer is related to the home, to the roots, but in order to enjoy his family and home someone who has his or her moon here needs to explore and then, when is full of experiences, come back to share their stories to others. You need to live outside of your comforting shell if you want to be positive and to balancing in the right way your emotions. In karmic astrology, is said that someone with this placement in the previous life sent someone dear to them (a son or a daughter) really young far from home, and his karmic debt in this life is to suffer the homesickness every time they get away from home. 

Moon in V: If it will happen that someone with this moon in the 5th house will have a daughter or a son, he or she will have to truly enjoy and take the responsibilities for them. They have to learn how to nurture their sons instead of focusing only on their love relationship. In fact, it is more possible that they wouldn’t last too long, since in their past life, they did the exact same thing and they need to learn this lesson to get rid of it. 

Moon in VI: If you have the moon in the 6th house, you have probably noticed that everything seems “simple” to you, and you tend to familiarizing with things that you don’t know too much, pretending that you do. In my Karmic Astrology book it says that the moon is with mercury a planet that rules a part of the mind, mercury rules the analytical type (gemini, virgo) and the moon rules the instinct type of rationality. You have this type of imbalance here. Someday you will have to use your mind not only for the simple tasks of the every day routine, but for more complicated things, and you’ll have to study, to analyze, and to truly see the real meaning behind the most difficult things. This is your karmic debt.