#servici

[talentos]

Yo soy

Introspección y navegación de los desafíos del auto conocimiento en el escalón 71 de esta escalera al cielo. “Yo Soy” tiene una gran importancia en muchas tradiciones espirituales y metafísicas. Es una afirmación poderosa que se relaciona con la identidad y la existencia del ser. La frase “Yo Soy” refleja una conexión con la divinidad y la identidad del ser. En contraste, “Pienso, luego existo”…

[stancuprint-blog]

De ce aleg clienți serviciile laboratorului foto Stancu Print.

În primul rând, Stancu Print se mândrește cu calitatea sa excepțională și cu atenția la detalii. Laboratorul angajează o echipă de tehnicieni cu înaltă calificare care posedă o înțelegere profundă a artei fotografiei. Ei folosesc echipamente de ultimă generație și tehnologii de imprimare de ultimă oră pentru a se asigura că fiecare fotografie produsă este o capodopera în sine. Fie că este vorba de acuratețea culorilor, claritatea sau textura, Stancu Print oferă în mod constant rezultate care depășesc așteptările clienților, creând printuri uimitoare care surprind cu adevărat esența imaginii originale.

Pe lângă expertiza tehnică, Stancu Print acordă o mare importanță și satisfacției clienților. Laboratorul înțelege că fiecare client are cerințe și preferințe unice și, astfel, oferă o abordare personalizată și consultativă. Din momentul în care clienții trec pe ușă sau interacționează cu laboratorul online, ei sunt întâmpinați de personal prietenos și informat, care este gata să ofere îndrumări și sprijin. Stancu Print își face timp să înțeleagă viziunea clienților, oferind recomandări personalizate pentru a le îmbunătăți fotografiile și a le da viață viziunii artistice.

Un alt factor cheie în popularitatea Stancu Print este gama lor cuprinzătoare de servicii. Indiferent dacă clienții au nevoie de printuri standard, printuri în format mare sau servicii specializate precum printuri pe pânză sau cărți foto, Stancu Print poate satisface toate solicitările. Ei înțeleg că fotografia se extinde dincolo de simpla imprimare și, prin urmare, oferă o gamă de opțiuni de finisare, inclusiv montare, încadrare și laminare. Acest lucru asigură că clienții pot primi un produs finit care este gata pentru a fi afișat sau partajat, adăugând și mai mult valoare experienței lor generale.

Mai mult, Stancu Print recunoaște importanța confortului și eficienței în lumea rapidă de astăzi. Ei și-au simplificat procesele pentru a asigura timpi de răspuns rapid, fără a compromite calitatea. Clienții se pot baza cu încredere pe laborator pentru a-și respecta termenele limită, făcându-l o alegere ideală pentru profesioniștii care au nevoie de servicii eficiente și de încredere.

În cele din urmă, Stancu Print și-a câștigat o reputație pentru prețurile sale competitive. În ciuda calității lor excepționale și a serviciilor de top, ei se străduiesc să-și păstreze serviciile accesibile unei game largi de clienți. Acest angajament pentru accesibilitate, fără a compromite calitatea, a făcut din Stancu Print o alegere preferată pentru fotografi care caută o valoare excepțională.

În concluzie, clienții aleg serviciile laboratorului foto Stancu Print datorită angajamentului său neclintit față de calitate, abordare personalizată, gama cuprinzătoare de servicii, eficiență și prețuri competitive. Cu Stancu Print, clienții își pot încredința cu încredere amintirile lor fotografice, știind că vor primi printuri remarcabile care fac cu adevărat dreptate artei lor. https://www.stancuprint.org/

[cokowiii]

Sorry to interrupt y’all’s feed of normal but I had to draw this cause I LOVE THIS SHOW!!!

[lemon-wedges]

since i saw you were into it, happy bravely default 12th anni to you!

Hello???? Bravely default fan anon I'm 2024??? Thank you AND A HAPPY BRAVELY DEFAULT 12TH ANNI TO U TOO

[bonemeal12]

fucking hate gender dysphoria fucking hate getting misgendered why the fuck did I get a job where getting misgendered 24/7 is pretty much unavoidable fuck this fuck this fuck this

[sugarfortia]

I was so scared he was going to be mean for the sake of being mean but oh my god.

[crickwater]

I don't have any strong feelings abt matt mercer dming for d20. I am enjoying seeing the intense reactions of everyone else tho

[warriorprincesstramp]

it's genuinely kind of embarrassing how underwhelming maya hawke is when acting opposite camila mendes. go girl give us nothing!

[alistvvr]

@lolaenluna envió 💐 para que mi personaje ayude al tuyo.

' ¿estás segura de que puedes encargarte de eso tu sola? ' inquisitiva no pretende cuestionar habilidades ajenas, ¡por lo contrario! le inquieta pensar labor sea quizá demasiado pesada para una persona. ' puedo ayudarte, sí lo necesitas. '

[thewingedbaron]

I don’t disagree, it does make the Avernus ending just the right option, but I would argue there is no guarantee that Karlach will be healed. They’re going after Zariel’s own personal smith.

It sort of feels like something they left open for future adventures before WotC drove them off/they lost interest in the project.

Lae’zel beating Vlaakith without Orpheus though, that one I feel like is more intentional. Lae’zel’s arc is about her learning to trust others and lean on them. I think a lot of the learning she does throughout the game is what helps her win over Vlaakith, especially when she mentions she’s brokering an alliance with the Githzerai. Power of friendship and all that

random ass thought but i don't like a lot of the fanservice in the bg3 epilogue and I especially have an issue with Karlach seemingly finding a solution to her engine in Avernus. her whole story is about terminal illness and her potential death at the pier is very very sad and emotional but it is a valid choice as it honors her wish to go out on her own terms. The epilogue makes it so that forcing her to go to Avernus becomes the correct choice idk theres just smth about it

[tetha1950]

Una parábola viviente...

Lea: Juan 13:1-2

Antes de la fiesta de la Pascua, sabiendo Jesús que su hora había llegado para que pasara de este mundo al Padre, como había amado a los suyos que estaban en el mundo, los amó hasta el fin. Juan 13:1

El pasaje comienza con una parábola en acción en lugar de hacerlo con un discurso o con un mensaje. Empieza con Jesús lavándoles los pies a Sus discípulos, y en este asombroso suceso, aunque fue muy sencillo a pesar de serlo en muy extraños sentidos, Juan encuentra algunos significados muy profundos y notables. Hay dos movimientos que ve Juan en este suceso, y los reúne en el prefacio de este relato. Para empezar, Juan ve en esta asombrosa escena la evidencia y la demostración del amor inmutable de Jesús por Sus discípulos. Jesús sigue siendo considerado, compasivo y atento con Sus discípulos, cosa que impresiona a Juan, que se siente asombrado por el hecho de que Jesús no estuviese pensando acerca de Sí mismo, a pesar de que sabía que aquella era la hora dramática para la cual había vivido. Pero en lugar de ello, está pensando acerca de Sus discípulos. Él les enseña y les manifiesta amor, compasión y afecto hasta el fin.

La segunda escena tiene que ver con Judas. Juan ve en el acto de lavar los pies una demostración de la verdad que se halla en Jesús, de la asombrosa pasión que elimina toda pretensión e hipocresía y revela las cosas exactamente como son. En este acto dramático en el que Jesús se inclina para lavarle los pies a Judas, así como a los otros discípulos, Juan ve una manifestación de la honestidad de Dios, esa realidad de Dios que expone toda hipocresía, y por medio de esta revelación intenta apoderarse del corazón del traidor y mostrarle lo que le está sucediendo. Jesús se siente movido a hacer esto, dice Juan, siendo consciente de Su propia autoridad. El Padre había entregado todas las cosas en Sus manos; Él lo sabía. Sabía quién era y sabía que iba a ir a Dios. Así que, movido por este sentido de Su propia identidad y autoridad, Jesús comienza a hablarle directamente a Judas, exponiendo lo que estaba haciendo y a dónde se dirigía. Juan ve todo esto entrelazado en esta asombrosa escena: la entrega del amor que enseñaba hasta el fin y la pasión por la verdad que luchaba hasta el fin por la liberación de Judas.

Señor, te doy gracias por el amor que se inclina para servirme. Gracias por la honestidad que desea liberarme de mi propia hipocresía. Ayúdame a ser sumiso de nuevo a la manera en que Tú estás obrando en mi vida.

Aplicación a la vida:

Las acciones hablan más alto que las palabras. ¿Cómo demostramos la forma más elevada del amor, incluso a aquellas personas que no se lo merecen?

(Ray Stedman).

[seoafin]

wait what is it that ur reading that the grape scene shocked you?

heavenly delusion!

[yongsaengz]

' no tengo idea. no he pisado esa tienda en mi vida ' prefiere ser sincero antes que inventarse cualquier excusa. asume que tienda pertenece a vástago, así que asume que chica también es vástaga porque no tiene idea cómo mortal puede estar buscando refugio en tienda tan poco acogedora a aquellas horas de la noche ' ¿de qué es la tienda? ' curiosidad le gana pregunta impulsiva, aunque pronto intenta brindarle solución a chica ' ¿tal vez el dueño salió a beber algo? ' ✰ @leuksnas

📍 𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗬𝗔

penumbra que envuelve cotidianidad en su abrazo silencioso es una parte íntegra de su ser, por lo que es un poco irónico que apagón haya atraído consigo un despiste que le queda muy mal. con una herida bastante marcada en su brazo derecho, llegada a la tienda de conocido alquimista es camino más rápido para deshacerse de aquél fastidio sobre dermis. ' ¿ no crees que haya cerrado por la falta de energía, o sí ? ' ha pasado pocos minutos en la puerta de callado establecimiento , pero impaciencia le obliga a detener a primer transeúnte en su camino en búsqueda de respuestas. ' pf. como si igual se viera algo ahí dentro en un día normal '.

[saphiccarma]

hiiii!! can you write agatha x pregnant reader (or you can do it with rio x agatha x reader). I haven't really come up with anything interesting, ahaha, but I think it would be cool to see soft agatha with a pregnant reader, especially after all these years since nicky died.

-My baby, my baby

Relationships: Agatha Harkeness x Reader

Summary: After all these years, Agatha has found someone she loves. Loves enough to have a child with.

Warnings: Some angst, but is followed but by fluff. A couple sexual innuendos, birth

A/N: This was so fucking fun to write. I hope it did the request justice and that y'all enjoy!

You met Agatha when you were merely wandering around. She was dressed nicely, her clothes a mix of work and casual. Clumsily, as you tended to be, you bumped into her, her coffee spilling all over the sidewalk and both your shirts. She had cursed, her glare sharp and annoyed, but after you invited her out to get a coffee, it softened. After that the two of you continually went on dates, slowly talking more and more, before it grew into more.

That was a few years ago, and now you lived with her in a nice house in the woods. It was a small cabin miles away from people with a large lake in the back. It was basically your dream home. You had found out she was a witch just a year into that. At first you were shocked, but at the same time it made sense. The way she just knew what you were thinking and how she could just the things you asked for without much problem. The two liked to take advantage of her powers had tested out a certain spell during a night a few weeks ago, one that had left you a sweaty, blushing mess by the end. You didn't think it would have any side effect. But now, sitting in the bathroom, you stared a bright pink plus sign and began to think it had side effects.

Your hand cupped your mouth as tears brimmed your eyes. Being a mother was something that you were not ready for yet. When you were young, your mother was hardly present. Hell she was only there until you turned five and then she handed you off to social servicies, deciding having a kiss was too much work. You had no idea how to be a mother. Most foster mother's hated you, just a few being kind but they were off to work all the time. What if you were a horrible mother?

And Agatha...She had briefly told you about her son, never delving too deep into it, and you never pushed, but you weren't sure if she wanted this. What if she hated you? What if she left? You didn't think you could handle that rejected. Children was a topic the two of you had yet to discuss, always thinking it was far into the future. She had never expressed an interest in a child before-

"Darling," Agatha called. You panicked at the sound of her voice, your entire body locking up. You scrambled up, shutting the bathroom door and locking it. The handle jiggled as Agatha tried to open it, "Darling?"

You blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "I'm showering."

There was a pregnant pause on the other side.

"I've seen you naked before darling if that's what you're about," she paused, her tone confused yet still filled with that playful lilt, "And the water isn't even running."

Clutching the test in your hand, your fingers trembled as you stared at the ground. There were a few beats of silence and you were silently counting in your head, waiting for Agatha to use her magic to open the door. Instead, you were surprised when a note was slid under the door. A faint smile crossed your face. Not long ago, you had told Agatha of how you did this with a foster sister before. She was pissed at you, locking herself in the bathroom, and you had slid notes under the door until she opened it.

You knelt down onto the cold floor. Delicately, you picked up the paper, unfolding it and reading the message: are you mad at me :(

A little laugh escaped you and you could basically see Agatha's proud smile. A pen was rolled under the door next, and you picked it up, scribbling on the paper. No :) :(

You pushed the paper and pen back under the door. Agatha huffed when she read it and you could hear the faint sound of a pen scrapping against the note a she wrote out her next message. Once again, you picked it up as it was slid under the door.

Can I come in? 💜

You smiled at the doodled heart next to the question, but your heart skipped an uncomfortable beat at the words. The pregnancy test sat dauntingly next to you on the floor, you weren't even sure when you had set it down, and it's symbol stared up at you like a taunt. After a moment of hesistance, you wrote your reply on the paper and slid it under the door.

It was opened magically a moment later, Agatha rushing in. She scanned you over as you stood up, taking in your face that and tears shimmering in your eyes. Her eyes flickered around the room before landing on the pregnancy test on the floor.

"Don't be mad," You blurted, "I was going to tell you I promise. I only just found out and-"

Agatha cupped your face and pressed her lips gently onto yours before you could spiral into more anxious rambling, "Shh," she whispered softly, "Calm down." She wrapped her arms around you, letting you bury your face into her neck.

"We're not ready," you sobbed into her neck, "What if- what if-"

"No what if's," she said firmly, swaying back and forth as you tried to quell your inner panic, "It'll be okay."

You whimpered slightly, clinging onto her for support, your knees weak. They gave out and Agatha gently lowered the two of you to the ground, landing on the cold floor that caused you to shiver. Gripping Agatha's shirt tightly, you pressed nose into her neck, soaking up the smell of lavender body wash that lingered there. She whispered soothing words in your ear, rubbing circles onto your back as you cried out your worries. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, one that was grounding and helped ease the worries somewhat.

Being a mother was something that you were not prepared for, not at all.

^______________^

If you were being honest, you weren't sure when the cravings started. It was small, like maybe you wanted peanut buttter when you usally didn't. Then today, when you woke up you realized you wanted some pineapple, a fruit that was never kept in the house, with nutella slathered all over it.

"Can you go get pineapple?" You stood in front of Agatha who was reading on the couch, purple magic dancing between her fingers as she used it to turn the pages, one hand holding the book and the other holding a coffee cup. She raised a brow at your question, glancing up from her reading.

"Pineapple," she echoed softly, "Are we moving to Hawaii soon?" Her quip made blush highlight your cheeks as you pouted.

"No," you mumbled, "But it sounds so good right now."

Agatha sighed in fond annoyance, "Alright. I'll go get pineapple. Is there anything else you want, miss princess?"

"I'm not a princess! I just don't feel like going out!" you protested, pouting up at her. She was just an inch taller than you, but it was enough for her to constantly boast about it. Always bragging she was an inch taller.

Your wife rolled her eyes, pressing an affectionate kiss to your lips before moving to slip her shoes on and grab a purse. She winked at you briefly with a sly smirk before slipping out of the house. Sitting down on the couch, you picked up the book she was reading, eyes scanning over it and a warm blush covering your cheeks at the words written on the book. The sexual scenes. You hadn't even known Agatha was reading this. You hadn't even realized how much time had passed before the front door clicked shut and you were slamming the book closed with wide eyes and a fierce red on your cheeks.

Agatha eyed you suspiciously as she entered the living room on her way to the kitchen, "What did you do?"

"Nothing," you shook your head furiously, "Absolutely nothing."

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" she scoffed, but pulled a pineapple out of the groccery bag, "Would you like me to chop it up too, princess?"

You blushed at the pet name but didn't have time to protest as she was already grabbing a knife and chopping the pineapple up. It looked absolutely delicious. It wasn't long before you had chunks of pineapple slathered with nutella while sitting on the couch. Agatha had eyed you oddly throughout your preperation of the nutella and made a few teasing remarks but otherwise left you be.

When she picked her book up you realized that you hadn't book marked her page, but rather the page you were on. Looking at you with a smirk, Agatha chuckled slightly.

"Darling, if you wanted to know about my book I could have just shown you," She teased, her voice light and airy.

You spluttered, nearly spitting out the food in your mouth as you blushed furiously, "Agatha!"

She cackled like the witch she was.

^_______________^

It had been three days since you had found out the gender of your child and since that, Agatha had pulled away, retreating outside and away from you . It hurt, stinging like a sharp pain to your heart as you watched her pull away. You knew she was hurting, knowing that your child was a boy, and you had no doubt it brought up painful memories. Still, you wanted to be there for her and you needed her. Being pregnant wasn't easy. Everytime you tried to talk to her, she would make some excuse, her tone clipped and short before sauntering off. You had finally cornered her in the kitchen when preparing a snack.

"Don't you dare try to leave," you warned dangerously.

"I have to-" Agatha tried push past you, taking a step back again when you didn't move.

"No you don't," you shook your head and took a step closer. Tenderly, you grabbed her caloused hands, worn from years of spell casting, and rubbed soft cirlces with your thumb. Agatha flinched but you didn't let her pull away. Your voice was soft murmur, "Talk to me."

There was a large pause on her end. She bit her lip and looked away, jaw clenching. A huff escaped her as she mumbled, barely audible, "I'm scared."

Your heart melted as you heard those words, pulling her into a hug despite her stiff posture. Agatha had always been unsure about physical contact, but you knew she secretly craved it. Placing a lingering kiss onto the top of her head, you let your lip stay there.

"Me too," you whispered, "And while you haven't told me much about your son, not that you have to, I can't imagine how hard this must be. But we'll get through it, we can do it." Despite your own doubts about wether or not you could be a good mother, you knew Agatha could. She may have a clipped and sarcastic personality to those who didn't know her, she was softer when she loved you. Still sarcastic, but her heart softened.

You swayed back and forth like you would for a young child, "Everything will be okay."

Faintly, Agatha sniffled, hardly audible. She squeezed you tight and pressed a tender kiss onto your bare shoulder.

"I love you," she mumbled.

"I love you too."

Her hand rested on your belly bump, and she pulled away slightly, pressing a kiss to it. She smiled up at you, the underside of her eyes shimmering with tears, but her lips curved into a perfect smile as she pressed another kiss to your stomach, "He's going to be my little prince."

^___________^

You clutched Agatha's hand tightly as pain rippled through you. You sat in a hospital bed, blankets shoved to the side, as Agatha sat next to you, her hand tight against yours. Grinding your teeth together, you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Holy fuck," you whispered harshly, scowling at Agatha's small laugh. "It's not funny."

She smiled, gently pushing hair out of your face, "I'm sorry, princess."

You grunted as another contraction tore through you.

"When's the nurse coming back?" You asked, your heels pressed into the thin matress in an attempt to ground yourself.

Agatha hummed softly, "I'm not sure, I can go get her?"

You shook your head, not wanting her to leave, but at the same time you could feel the baby coming closer. Your water had broken not long ago and they were just waiting for it to happen. Although you didn't want her to leave, you nodded your head, reluctantly forcing yourself to release her hand. Agatha was gone for a few long, painful moments, before wandering back in with a midwife and another woman who you assumed was the labor coach. You had done a lot of reading on it. Your wife hurried to your side, immediatelly grabbing hold of your hand.

The midwife examined you, humming softly, "You ready mama?"

Forcing yourself to nod, not that it mattered, this baby was coming either way, you listened to the other nurses instructions. You ground your teeth together, willing yourself not to scream and squeezed Agatha's hand as tight as possible. Your wife whispered soothing words, her eyes fixed onto the midwife.

"Agatha," you panted, sweat beading at your brow, "I'm scared."

"Shh," The witch brushed away stray hair from your sweaty face, "I know me too."

A string of curse words flew out of you as you were instructed to push. A searing pain shot through the lower part of your body. Your wife pressed a soft kiss to your clenched hand, an amused smile flickering across her face at the vile words that left your mouth. She remembered giving birth like it was yesterday, and it was one of the most painful things she had done. Your eyes, opened for just a second, met hers. She smiled encourgingly at you, she knew you would be able to do it.

"I can see the head!" The midwife announced, glancing up very briefly.

You squeezed your eyes shut as pain tore through you and you were told to push. A few moments later, the nurse pulled away with a concerned frown on her face as she held a child in her hands. Agatha opened her mouth, prepared to ask a question, but the labor coach rushed out of the room as the midwife set the baby down on the table. She pressed her hands to his chest, doing tiny little compressions. Your eyes glued to the baby, even as you were panting with sweat coating your face, you found the energy to look at him. Tears shimmered in your eyes, worry replacing all the pain as the nurse worked over him.

You couldn’t lose him, not now, not after all you had done. Not after you and Agatha had decorated the nursery. Painting it a soft baby blue after much debate and tucking a crib in the corner and a rocking chair and oh so many toys for when he got older.

“Blue is such a generic boys color,” Agatha scoffed, her hand flicking to make the walls a pastel purple. You rolled your eyes.

“But it would be so cute,” you pouted up at her, “Please my love?” You kept up your pout until she agreed and the walls were colored a soft blue.

You couldn’t lose him after so many nights where you argued with Agatha because you were grumpy from the pain and she was her usual stubborn self.

“You can sleep on the couch then,” you said, turning around defiantly at crawling into the bed.

Agatha gaped at you, her head pulled back in shock and brows furrowed. She then huffed, turning around with a dramatic flair, “Fine.”

You refused to admit the next morning you missed the warmth of her cuddles and she endlessly complained about the pain in her back.

After all the two of you had gone through, you couldn’t lose him.

You were too focused on your child to notice your wife when her head snapped up and her eyes locked with a familiar figure. Rio stood across the room, clad in a green dress and a sorrowful tint in her eyes. She glanced at Agatha, freezing entirely. The Witch knew she could only see Death because of their past bond, not because the mortals could see her.

"Don't," Agatha whispered harshly, ignoring your confused look, "Don't you dare."

Death froze, her eyes flickering towards the child who wasn't breathing, before her eyes met Agatha's once more. Faintly, almost imperceptible, she nodded. Then she was gone. A sigh of relief escaped Agatha as her child took his first breath. The nurse gasped, a happy one filled with relief, as a doctor and another nurse rushed into the room. They stopped at the nurse's instructions.

When your child let out a large cry, you panicked, glancing at Agatha in concern, "That's what he's supposed to do right?"

"Yeah," Agatha laughed, keeping a careful eye on the midwife as she cleaned your child, "He's supposed to do that."

The nurse carried the child over, naked and bare, but so pure. You took him delicately, cooing at his small form. He was perfect. Cradling him close, you placed the most tender kiss atop his head, and shut your eyes. Pain still throbbed through your body, but your baby was here. He made it.

You looked at Agatha who's eyes were firmly trained on the two of you and offered a soft smile.

"Want to hold him?" your voice was quiet, afraid to disturb the baby.

It took your wife a moment to respond, and you could see the unshed tears in her eyes. Eventually she nodded, her arms stretching out as she took the baby before cradling him to her chest. She gave him the softest smile you had ever seen, her eyes filled with so much adoration.

"My little prince," she whispered, "You made it."

Her finger caressed his face, tracing the baby fat and familiar features of a baby boy. She remembered her own child, her own baby that was so much like him.

"Do you have a name?" the nurse asked, idly putting on gloves.

The two of you had decided on a name together, one that had been discussed over many months of pondering.

"Nikoli."

[moonkissedvisions]

Pick an image tarot reading: Your natural gifts 🎀🍓🧁

Important: 16+. This is a general tarot card reading. Take what resonates and leave the rest. Tarot readings are not meant to be a replacement for any professional advice. I use the Rider-Waite deck. Take a deep breath, think about the theme/question of the reading and pick an image. Let your intuition guide you and HAVE FUN!

🎀 First picture

cards: 6 of Cups, King of Pentacles, 5 of Swords.

🎀 Multitalented

🎀 Inner child

🎀Generosity

🎀 Compassion

🎀 Playfulness

🎀 Creating a beautiful atmosphere

🎀 Cooking

🎀 Decorating

🎀 Jewelry

🎀 Retailer

🎀 Drawing

🎀 Painting

🎀 Collecting

🎀 Servicial

🎀 Money

🎀 Finances

🎀 Comedy

🎀 Working with kids

🎀 Poetry

🎀 Charity

🎀 Imagination

🎀 Instruments

🎀 Memory

🎀 Discipline

🎀 Self control

🎀 Material world

🎀 Counseling

🎀 Security

🎀 Self esteem

🎀 Humility

🎀 Crafting

🎀 Asking questions

🎀 History

🎀 Adaptation

🎀 Inspiring

🎀 Fashion

🎀 Philosophy

🎀 Speech

🎀 Abundance

🎀 Nourishing

🎀 Assertiveness

🎀 Therapy

additional notes: you may be childlike and/or have a baby face. you are forever young. you are outgoing. you like presents. you like learning about the past/your ancestors. you may have melancholic and nostalgic thoughts and emotions. you have a lot of energy. you are caring. you like a bit of destruction and mess (whatever that means for you). you may like wearing adornments. you may have an abundance mindset. people may feel comfortable and happy around you. you may have a hard time letting go of stuff. you may like self-care. Leave a 🎀 if you picked this reading!

🍓 Second picture

cards: The Devil, The Lovers, Wheel of Fortune.

🍓 You could be a 6 in numerology, since you got both 6 life path number cards (The Lovers VI, The Devil XV). 6 may be a significant number to you, or you embody 6 number codes and energy.

🍓 Strong sexual and personal magnetism

🍓 Attracting people

🍓 Sensuality

🍓 Dealing with taboo and dark themes

🍓 Loving

🍓 Generous

🍓 Business

🍓 Tempting

🍓 Unmasking the truth

🍓 Strong intuition

🍓 Designing

🍓 Passionate

🍓 Psychology

🍓 Making love

🍓 Holistic medicine

🍓 Dominance

🍓 Beauty

🍓 Decision-making

🍓 Devoted/devotion

🍓 Romance

🍓 Surrender

🍓 Acceptance

🍓 Wisdom

🍓 Good luck

🍓 Deep understanding

🍓 Manifesting

🍓 Communication

🍓 Effortless persona

🍓 Relationships

🍓 Good lover

🍓 Family oriented

🍓 Artistic

🍓 Beautiful

🍓 Considerate

🍓 Appreciative

🍓 Magic

🍓 Aware

🍓 Psychic

🍓 Occult/hidden

additional notes: you may be considered sexy or conventionally attractive. people are curious about you. people tell you their secrets. you go through a lot of changes in your life/identity. you may be multi-talented like the first pic people. you are considered an open-minded person but at the same time you may be a conventional/traditional or conservative person. you like having a healthy lifestyle. you may not like sharing many stuff about yourself and that could make you a mysterious person. you like witchy stuff/ are open about witchcraft. you may get obsessed easily. you may have a lot of secrets. you may have to deal with self-pity. Leave a 🍓 if you picked this reading!

🧁 Third picture

cards: King of Swords, Strength, Justice.

🧁 Compassion

🧁 Determination

🧁 Integrity

🧁 Power of thoughts

🧁 Power of the unconscious

🧁 Focus

🧁 Respect for life, its cycles and the natural order

🧁 Caring

🧁 Harmonious

🧁 Patience

🧁 Control

🧁 Veterinary

🧁 Taming

🧁 Problem solving

🧁 Wildness

🧁 Royalty

🧁 Law

🧁 Sharpness

🧁 Command

🧁 Good balance of feminine and masculine energies. ☯️ There is an overall balance in you.

🧁 Judge

🧁 Popular

🧁 Honesty

🧁 Impartiality

🧁 Rationality

🧁 Incredible logic

🧁Intellectual

🧁 Unbiased

🧁 Fatherly

🧁 Authority

🧁 Intelligent

🧁 Discernment

🧁 Writing

🧁 Sense of justice

🧁 Giving and gaining respect

🧁 Political/good at politics

🧁 Hierarchy

🧁 Leader

additional notes: you may be a control freak. you deal with emotions harmoniously but you could also seem cold or may dislike emotionality. you are deeply spiritual though. you may be or come across as judgemental to some people but you have a fair judgement. people come to you for advice and help because of your perspectives. you sense when things aren't right or something is unfair. you may love animals and nature. maybe you have a lot of pets or you fight for animal rights. you may be bookish. you like power/feeling powerful and strong and being in high positions. you may have a clean style or like neatness. Leave a 🧁 if you picked this reading!

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[carnatus89]

Oh, I'm a sucker for angsty shit

This, this is my shit

So invested in the System Possession AU, I love how creepy he looks while trying to be cheerful and helpful, like those uncanny valley robots that are so close to looking human we notice the differences first and make us uncomfortable.

Also the way it speaks as like, trying to be servicial while being demanding at the same time. God so many layers

Sketch version below

I hate so much the clothes, why so many layers