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Watching Voltron: LD for the First Time and Saying What I Think

S1-2 | S3 | S4 | S5 | S6 | you are here! | S8

upon formatting this debrief/review, I realized quite quickly that I was gonna run out of the image limit too soon, no matter how many collages I made, so some ideas are better if you specifically remember scenes. Click on images for better quality! I apologize, I only have tumblr on mobile. please enjoy this edition anyway!

Pre-Season 7 Thoughts

-> I said in my S6 post that I thought it could be a decent ending if some strings were finally tied, so hopefully this season clears those up

-> S6 was pretty intense at the end, hopefully they tone it down a notch as they go on their little earth roadtrip

-> the aftermath of Lotor dying is definitely something that will weigh on Allura. Hopefully she doesn’t get too torn up about it

-> I’m really curious as to how the new team dynamics will play out now that Kieth is back as black paladin. Will they go back to s1? s3? Will they just act like nothing??

-> really wanna scene where keith calls krolia mom for the first time

-> what is with this “game show” episode??

-> I’m curious as to how ships will play out now.. Lance seems to be okay with Allura not liking him back after s6, their talk was really nice. As much as I think they look cute together, Allura needs time to get over Lotor first, and Lance seems to be already moving on.

-> now that Kieth is back, I wonder if there was more “klance moments” for people to go crazy over

->also where has Matt been this whole time??

-> them going to earth will probably explore their families, and i really wanna see more of their lore. (Especially keith)

->Hopefully shiro finally gets a break after everything. I’m excited to see who this love interest of his is!!

Post-Season 7

-> holy fuck. yall did not lie. that was…intense.

->ultimately I did not get my pre-s7 wish then.

-> I really liked all the keith/shiro lore about their relationship. It was really sweet. Shiro was the first person (besides his dad I guess) to show him patience and kindness. That’s so heartwarming.

->added to all the motifs and references to them saving each other,,very sweet. I love found family stuff like that. so i very much liked that episode (besides the “tiny” subplot lolz)

-> Romelle (as opposed to the name I gave her: “sailor moon altean girl”) is actually so real. She and hunk have the same “only normal one” vibe and i respect that.

-> literally where was haggar/honerva this whole time. Did she take a sabbatical or something??

->this image is so chaotic…literally what are yall doing 😭

->cosmic wolf (Kosmo, apparently) dgaf I love him

-> Allura is such a cutie.. “but I’m terrible at drawing! 😔” I love her so much

->^hunk upgraded his bayard!! Yayyyyy! More character development!!!

->Axca is back! (I have since long stopped calling her “space asami girl”)

-> i think she’s a really interesting character. While the other of Lotor’s generals go for whatever seems right for them, (as you should in war) she seems to calculate things on a matter of both that and morality, while also looking at the big picture. “Well, this would save my ass, save the universe from chaos, and be morally intact…sounds good”

->^is this the klance moment? seems a little sad tbh. why Lance is like that “wait where are you going?” relax bro he’s not gonna disappear

-> they’ve been gone FOR THREE YEARS????

-> what the FREAK.

-> imagine now how their families have missed them 🙁 I’m actually so sad abt that ☹️

->the game show ep…was really funny. Idk where yall got all this angst from. New mission: write a fluff one shot post-game show.

->^i literally cannot get over this??? Like.. they could’ve really made him say anything else. “because mullet here would punch you to the end of eternity if he didn’t get out *smirk*” or something like that but no it /had/ to be that. And the others thought it was odd too, I mean look at their expressions.

->And same goes for Keith??? If you don’t wanna spend an eternity with Lance just pick yourself?? There had to be another reason. If they made all the other characters say insightful and heartfelt things about one another, why can’t Keith say anything?

-> I think because keith and Lance chose each other, making both of them say nice things would drive you guys a little crazy, so I think they tried to just “klance-proof” (like baby-proof) this season by making them barely interact unless it’s a battle or doing so in a s1/2 way

->Because otherwise keith acted…really out of character..? I think it might be to his growth on the quantum abyss trip, but it just felt so odd to watch him this season

->the “floating in space” episode was actually super interesting to watch. Going space crazy caused for their truest thoughts and desires to come out from the dark. (going to earth, what they think about each others’ actions) I thought that was really cool.

->KEITH CALLED KROLIA MOM!!! IT HAPPENED!! OMG. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FALLING TO MY KNEES AT WALMART!!!!!!!!🫡💪🔥🔊🗣️

->Krolia and kolivan definitely explored each other’s bodies idgaf. Kolivan is the dad that stepped up fr.

->Colleen Holt is an icon. She’s a girlboss. She’s a legend. I love her so much. Sam better watch out 🤛👊🤜

->^from “who is this divaaaa 😍😍” to “OMG GIRL LANCE??? 😮😁” to “OMG LANCE’S SISTERRRRR😆🤩”

->^is this not the “the pilot crashed!” girl from 1x01??

->tbh i literally could give less of a fuck about these people. The girls seem cool I guess. But I don’t really care about any of them.

->also no way they deadass named a dude kinkade. That was wild even for them (I’m so sorry if it’s a cultural thing)

->^I love it when they do little homage bits like referencing back s1 or 2 like this

->^screaming crying throwing up.

->^^that hug between pidge and her mom..i felt that. that shit was personal. Ya’ll see the way she held on to her? Diabolical work. (I’m tearing up as I type this)((that’s exactly how I’ve held my mom b4))

->^^^“uncle lance!” STOP. DON’T DO THIS TO ME. I CAN’T DO THISSSSSS *screams*

->HUUUNNNKKKK. MY BOYYYYY. UGHHHHHH. I’m gonna die

-> I will say this tho, I’m glad he’s getting a lot of focus and attention his way these last few seasons (6&7). Like yes!! Give the realest mf in the whole show the attention and appreciation he deserves!!!

->I was so happy when he got his parents back like I genuinely did a little celebratory dance (jumping up and down and going “yes!yes!yesyesyesyes! yeeeessssssss!” while doing exaggerated hand gestures)

->Adam fucking died.

->not even one scene showing his and shiro’s positive interactions. or them being romantic. one and a half scenes. And then he’s gone.

-> while, for the most part, I try to understand the writers faults further than just face level, (ie netflix or dreamworks just didn’t let them explicitly put anything there) idk I just. I feel like they could’ve at least played it off as them being “good friends” or something. But to kill him off is just…it feels wrong.

->and it feels like a wrong for shiro too. He finally gets to be on earth after everything that’s happened to him, and the one thing he’d been hoping to finally see,,is gone.

->I just feel like they did shiro dirty. they can never give that poor man a break.

->^I was right! Keith is definitely acting different because of his growth on the quantum abyss (or “space whale” as people seem to call it). It’s nice to know he’s matured and stuff, and can actually say what he feels and such, be a good team member/leader. I just wish it wasn’t all off-screen. (and while I’m happy for him..I do miss his more broody early-season self a bit)

->as much as I think allurance is cute, I feel like they’re kinda rushing it. Like. by the time they got to Earth it had barely been a month of being stuck in space post-s6. Maximum it’s been 3 months by the time of the final battle. she would not be blushing. She would be mourning Lotor. They could’ve had a little subplot about that,,the crushing weight of knowing she could’ve both stopped his death and the guilty feeling of “why am i mourning him..? He was a bad person” because she still loved him!! She still loved him when they were about to leave him in the quintessence field and she felt conflicted!!

->she would’ve also not caught feelings that fast. Let’s say she somehow miraculously got over Lotor in 2 months. (minimum!) she still wouldn’t have caught feelings! Maybe she would start like. the budding processes to begin to fall for lance…but she wouldn’t be blushing and being all bashful like that.

-> basically all I’m saying is I really hope they don’t rush this. It would feel unfair to both her and Lance. Allura literally was like “oh..😕 he said that..☹️?” In s6 when the mice told her about Lance’s feelings because she felt bad about breaking his heart.

->and Lance has literally been after her for a really long time,, so it’d be unfair to pair him with someone who only started liking him like a week ago.

->I also hate the “guy pines after girl, girl doesn’t reciprocate and turns him down a lot, guy almost gives up, girl starts falling for him just as the show ends after not showing any interest previously” trope. (I am aware Allura and Lance do share some more sweet and romantic scenes/moments in s4-6, but you catch my drift, right?)

-> I really hope they put it well in s8.

->^I got to that Lance scene I’ve seen everywhere and just. Wow. it was so intense. I actually got chills. Amazing work from the animation crew yet again.

-> the final battle was sooo amazing and so beautiful.

->the atlas stuff kinda threw me off tho.

->that admiral sanda girl was a bitch (i do not use that term lightly, especially for female characters) and not to sound like a maniac im glad she died ngl. She was stupid as hell if she thought her plan would work.

->also if the galra can invent something that can easily overpower Voltron, then why don’t they just take over the universe themselves?? They clearly have the resources to.

->seriously the atlas’s stuff was insane. Fym it’s a ship that makes a bigger, cooler, grizzled Voltron??(yes I will forever use that joke)

->^because like. Then what do you need Voltron for??

->like the pacing and plot twists and shit felt so off and out of nowhere this season.

->and the real kicker was the altean chick controlling that giant monster thang. literally what the freak. where the cameras at I know I’m getting pranked right now. they were just pulling shit out of their asses by then.

->again, need to say, if it weren’t for that altean chick, this could’ve also been a good ending?? like after reading the Wikipedia page I found out they had a 72 episode contract, so they need to get those last episodes out, (76 total, I did the math) but if anything I think it would be best if it was just a little anthology sort of thing. Like them defeating the rest of the galra left out, freeing planets, and focusing on their own lives and relationships (during and after). That would be probably the best course of action for s8.

->but apparently it has a “bad ending” (which I’m pretty sure is just ship stuff and people exaggerating)

->erm yeah that’s pretty much it. I think. Yay!

These are thoughts I compile over time. I finished Season 7 on 10/12/24. I apologize for my delay on posting this, I was meant to post it last week. I will now finally start what you have probably all been waiting for: Season 8.

Remember, my ask box is always open!! Feel free to ask anything on my opinions and such!!

[ashmp3]

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[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

nothing worse to me than seeing the beautiful newbie infinite fans not know any better and take the poisoned apple from the dastardly snake. newbie fans send me all your takes and ill tell you if your datas been poisoned okay</3

[deevotee]

i saw someone say that undertaker isnt really a villain and he's a morally grey character which is crazy to me

i havent gotten to see everything hes done but i think the fact that he canonically said he made zombies to be used as a military force for an anonymous group and then set up an 'experiment' to see how effectively those zombies could kill a large group of innocent people in one go puts him into the pretty morally bad category in my mind 😭

[niyasruledbyvenus]

Arudha Lagna in the Signs

Arudha Lagna is how others perceive us (especially society/public/media). It is our projected and illusionary personality. Referred to as “the seat of Maya” Maya=illusion/Rahu. Which usually differs from our true personality represented by our Lagna/ Ascendant.

How to calculate Arudha Lagna?

1. Find your Lagna/ascendant the Lord (Aries ascendant-> Mars)

2. Count how many houses from your ascendant Lord to your ascendant. (ex. how many houses mars is from ascendant= 8 houses)

3. Count that same number from Ascendant lord. That is your Arudha Lagna (ex. 8 houses away from mars= Aquarius AL)

Benefics sitting in the Arudha can give a positive public image. Making one appear good and trustworthy, even if they aren’t.

Malefics sitting in the Arudha/or ruling the sign can tarnish one’s reputation, making the public distrustful or critical.

For example- Saturn, Mars, Rahu, Ketu sitting in AL can tarnish one’s reputation

Signs ruled by Malefics such as Scorpio (Mars & Ketu), Aries (Mars), Capricorn & Aquarius ( Saturn) doesn’t have as severe of an effect as a malefic siting in AL. But it does make one appear controversial or questionable to public at some point in time.

AL In Aries- Bold, competitive, intimidating, leader, pioneer, aggressive, action oriented, sexual/ promiscuous

Women tend to be accused of competing with other women or men competing with other men

Ex. Marilyn Monroe, Christina Aguilera, Muhammad Ali, Tyra Banks

AL in Taurus- Stable, grounded, Sensual, refined, gentle, patient, charismatic, trustworthy, noticed for voice, stubborn

Usually seen as harmless or down to earth. Like Libra, Venus ruled, they tend to be known for their sensuality & looks

Ex. Keanu Reeves, Rihanna, Michael Jackson, Bruno Mars

AL in Gemini- intellectual, witty, youthful, curious, versatile, social, communicative, recognition from siblings

Tend to be recognized for their unique voice

Ex. Beyoncé, Madonna, Rita Hayworth, Mariah Carey

AL in Cancer- Sensitive, Gentle, Homebody, Comforting, Nurturing, Proud of country/heritage/family, Protective, intuitive, Caring, Empathetic, Moody, emotional

Home dynamics or family life can be put on the spotlight. Others see them a caring, mother like figure (unless malefic influence)

Ex. Princess Diana, JonBenét, Brandy

AL in Leo- Charismatic, Authoritative, creative, dramatic, Natural Leader, Arrogant, Center of Attention, Performer/arts, fashionable, someone of importance, Extroverted

Spotlight is always on them so they tend to gain fame & attention in whatever they do. Type to feel like all eyes are on you when entering a room.

Ex. Al Capone, Catherine Hepburn, Halle Berry, The Weeknd

AL in Virgo- Analytical, practical, intelligent, resourceful, reserved, health conscious, detail oriented, logical, rational, educated

They come off as controlled and put together. Can’t get them to react easily.

Ex. Prince Harry, Bruce Lee, Jennifer Lawrence

AL in Libra- Charming, diplomatic, balanced, harmonious, sociable, peaceful, intellectual, good at negotiating/comunicating, influential, Justice seeking

Tend to be either known for their beauty, charisma, or justice/law industry.

Ex. Monica Bellucci, Oprah, lady Gaga, Aubrey Hepburn, Barack Obama

AL in Scorpio- Mysteroius, intense, powerful, secretive, magnetic, respected, morally grey, dark, sexual/sexy, controversial, sensual, occultist/witch/astrologer, taboo, hiding secrets, Spiritual dangerous, seductive

Due to malefic Mars/Ketu influence they do tend to be very controversial but despite this they still turn out to be respected

Ex. Angelina Jolie, Sharon Stone, Pamela Anderson, John F Kennedy, Jim Morrison, Bill Gates

AL in Sagittarius- Optimistic, philosophical, adventurous, independent, wise, free-spirited, benevolent, Justice seeking, educated, Humorous, experienced, travels a lot

They are seen as knowledgeable and in-tune with other cultures. They make good comedians, business owners, teachers

Ex. Jeff Bezos, Jacqueline Kennedy, Adam Ant, Demi Moore, Hugh Hefner

AL in Capricorn- Ambitious, disciplined, responsible, structured. authoritative, grounded, serious, mature, dignified, sturn, wiser than age, melancholy, pessimistic, cold

The list is questionable because Saturn influence can, like I said, make one appear questionable depending on other influences. But they make good leaders, business owners.

Ex. Lana del Rey, Adolf Hitler, Charlie Chaplin, Angela Merkel, Brad Pitt

AL in Aquarius- Innovative, unconventional, intellectual, humanitarian, forward-thinking, eccentric, unorthodox, friendly, good with media/technology, rebellious, cares about welfare of society/world, leader, influencer

People usually say their style, ideas & attitude are ahead of their time, due to Rahu.

Ex. Steve Irwin, Cher, Tamera Mowry

AL in Pisces-Spiritual, imaginative, empathetic, dreamy, otherworldly, artistic, siren like, mysterious, gentle, kind, serious, spiritual/devoted, adventurous, open-minded, philosophical, interested in higher learning/knowledge, introverted, emotional

Seen as creative, artistic (music, art, acting etc). Inventing/creating something new. Emotional imbalance/mental illnesses might get public attention

Ex. Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Elon Musk, Picasso, Ariana Grande

Disclaimer- some of the people I listed have two Arudha Lagnas (ie Scorpio Asc or Aquarius Asc) ex Princess Diana Cancer & Aquarius AL

I tried to find both positive & negative representations

Astromartine has a very knowledgeable playlist; going more in depth for each Arudha Lagna & Arudha houses

[astrolovecosmos]

Venus in Aries: is hot-headed, active, sexy, independent, risky in love, spontaneous and fiery in their romantic expression, is forward, feisty, and goes after what they want. Venus in Taurus: is steadfast, loyal, warm, reliable, alluring, patient, inviting, likes to shower lovers or friends with gifts, maybe materialistic or vain, but probably rightfully so, their way or the highway. Venus in Gemini: is curious, funny, clever, talkative or social, adaptable, flirty, playful, lighthearted - witty - or whimsical, low-key a shapeshifter or enchantress, and independent. Venus in Cancer: is nurturing, intuitive, romantic, affectionate, sensitive, loyal, caring, protective, sentimental, attached, understanding, deep, mesmerizing, and empathetic. Venus in Leo: is radiant, bold, adoring, captivating, generous, magnanimous, passionate, creative, playful, devoted, romantic, and dramatic. Venus in Virgo: is analytical, practical, selective and high-standard, supportive, giving, thoughtful, observant, humble or down-to-earth, a natural kind of pretty or sophisticated, approachable, attentive, steady, and loyal. Venus in Libra: is charming, romantic, pretty, beautiful, stunning, potentially vain, materialistic, or shallow, artistic, diplomatic, smart, graceful, fair, and hopeful. Venus in Scorpio: is hypnotic, irresistible, lustful, passionate, intense, faithful, deep, unwavering, compassionate, a transformative force. Venus in Sagittarius: is blunt, confident, independent, free-spirited, enthusiastic, loves deep conversations, spunky or has spark, exciting, adventurous, and open-hearted. Venus in Capricorn: is determined, pragmatic, strategic, stable, devoted, mature or wise, has it together, will take charge, protective, is refined, successful, and hard to get. Venus in Aquarius: gives off unique beauty or rebellious hottie vibes, their intellect itself is attractive - a genius, is independent maybe aloof, loves their friends, is eccentric or quirky, is experimental, free in expression, and interesting. Venus in Pisces: is romantic, glamorous, imaginative, intuitive, empathetic, sensitive, expressive, affectionate, dreamy or ethereal, and soft.

[venusianpulp]

Your Femme Fatale Persona Based On Moon Sign...

Just for fun, astro observations. Enjoy! This is based on the manifestation of... "they made me do it". So, while I dont agree this is the Femme Fatal "homeostasis" of each moon sign, I believe that, at one's darkest hour, these are the specific persona's each of us would take on...

Aries Moon - Lara Croft (Tomb Raider): Strong, independent, and fearless, the Aries Moon femme fatale is a daring adventurer who isn't afraid to take risks. Like Lara Croft, she's always ready for action and thrives on challenges. Additionally...

The Bride (Kill Bill): Driven, vengeful, and skilled in martial arts.

Aeon Flux (Aeon Flux): Athletic, daring, and rebellious.

Taurus Moon - Satine (Moulin Rouge!): Sensual, alluring, and grounded, the Taurus Moon femme fatale is a master of seduction. Like Satine, she knows how to use her beauty and charm to get what she wants while remaining emotionally steadfast. Additionally...

Sugar Kane Kowalczyk (Some Like It Hot): Sexy, charming, and pleasure-seeking.

Regina George (Mean Girls): Popular, manipulative, and materialistic.

Gemini Moon - Catwoman (Batman Returns): Clever, adaptable, and enigmatic, the Gemini Moon femme fatale is a master of disguise. Like Catwoman, she's quick-witted, elusive, and always keeps others guessing. Additionally...

Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby): Clever, charming, and unpredictable.

Marion Crane (Psycho): Secretive, impulsive, and multifaceted.

Cancer Moon - Norma Desmond (Sunset Boulevard): Emotionally intense, nostalgic, and manipulative, the Cancer Moon femme fatale is a complex character. Like Norma Desmond, she may cling to the past and use her vulnerability to control others. Additionally...

Annie Wilkes (Misery): Obsessive, nurturing, and unstable.

Alex Forrest (Fatal Attraction): Clingy, possessive, and emotionally demanding.

Leo Moon - Foxxy Cleopatra (Austin Powers in Goldmember): Confident, dramatic, and alluring, the Leo Moon femme fatale knows how to command attention. Like Foxxy Cleopatra, she's bold, charismatic, and always steals the spotlight. Additionally...

Marilyn Monroe (The Seven Year Itch): Charismatic, flirtatious, and attention-seeking.

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit): Seductive, enigmatic, and theatrical.

Virgo Moon - Catherine Tramell (Basic Instinct): Intelligent, calculating, and mysterious, the Virgo Moon femme fatale is a master of manipulation. Like Catherine Tramell, she uses her intellect and attention to detail to outmaneuver others. Additionally...

Tracy Lord (The Philadelphia Story): Perfectionist, analytical, and critical.

Amy Dunne (Gone Girl): Cunning, organized, and vengeful.

Libra Moon - Gilda (Gilda): Charming, sophisticated, and flirtatious, the Libra Moon femme fatale is a social butterfly. Like Gilda, she knows how to use her charm and beauty to captivate and influence others. Additionally...

Madeleine Elster (Vertigo): Elegant, charming, and mysterious.

Daisy Buchanan (The Great Gatsby): Charming, indecisive, and idealistic.

Vesper Lynd (Casino Royale): Sophisticated, diplomatic, and elusive.

Scorpio Moon - Phyllis Dietrichson (Double Indemnity): Intense, secretive, and seductive, the Scorpio Moon femme fatale is a master of psychological manipulation. Like Phyllis Dietrichson, she uses her sexual allure and emotional depth to ensnare others. Additionally...

Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones): Power-hungry, manipulative, and intense.

Brigid O'Shaughnessy (The Maltese Falcon): Mysterious, alluring, and deceitful.

Sagittarius Moon - Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill): Independent, adventurous, and philosophical, the Sagittarius Moon femme fatale is a free spirit. Like Beatrix Kiddo, she's a skilled warrior who follows her own moral code and seeks justice on her own terms. Additionally...

Nikita (La Femme Nikita): Rebellious, independent, and adventurous.

Lisbeth Salander (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo): Unconventional, daring, and justice-seeking.

Capricorn Moon - Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada): Ambitious, disciplined, and powerful, the Capricorn Moon femme fatale is a formidable presence. Like Miranda Priestly, she's a master of her craft and expects nothing less than perfection from herself and others. Additionally...

Evelyn Mulwray (Chinatown): Reserved, ambitious, and secretive.

Lady Macbeth (Macbeth): Ambitious, manipulative, and ruthless.

Aquarius Moon - Mia Wallace (Pulp Fiction): Unconventional, independent, and mysterious, the Aquarius Moon femme fatale is a true original. Like Mia Wallace, she marches to the beat of her own drum and isn't afraid to break the rules. Additionally...

Mathilda (Léon: The Professional): Unconventional, intelligent, and rebellious.

Clementine Kruczynski (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind): Eccentric, free-spirited, and unpredictable.

Pisces Moon - Nina Sayers (Black Swan): Imaginative, emotionally vulnerable, and self sacrificing. Like Nina, she uses her damseled distress and emotional depth to draw others into her web of desire and deceit. Additionally...

Melissa Robinson (The Last Seduction): Deceptive, adaptable, and seductive.

Laura Hunt (Laura): Elusive, enigmatic, dreamy, and idealization.

[kasagia]

I love you... I am sorry II

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x fem!witch! reader

Summary: You and Aleksander talk, scratching open old wounds from the past, you come to the conclusion that some things are simply a lost cause.

Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~Main Masterlist

~•♤♤♤•~ Part 1 ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 3 ~•♤♤♤•~

"Do you think I'll tell you what to do by moving soldier figures around on the map without any logic?"

"I know you, Aleksander. Eventually you'll crack and arrange those wooden soldiers the way they need to be on this map to win this battle. Give me two hours, and I'll make you so annoyed that you will do whatever it takes to get rid of me." You respond teasingly, playing with the pawns on the Ravka map in front of his cell door.

A few days had passed since your first meeting after years. During that time, you had managed to discover exactly what changes had taken place in Aleksander.

He was apathetic, not paying attention to those around him. You had been watching from hiding as Alina and Baghra tried to talk to him, but he clearly showed no interest in Ravka's fate. And worst—Grisha. Or at least he pretended not to care. You had to find out why.

Luckily, you and Ulla were able to stir up… a lot more emotion in him than those two hags. Even if it was just irritation, it was still a greater success than Alina or Baghra could achieve. Or at least that's what Baghra told you.

"Since when have you been friends with my mother?" He asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You lazily move the figurine representing Grisha's troop to the pass between Ravka and Fjerda. With your ability to read the Shadow Summoner, you immediately notice the slight twitch at the corners of his eyes. A shitty place then. You move the figurine to a different spot and, seeing no disapproving little reaction from him, you leave it there.

"Since when did you become a pain in the ass?" You reply with a cute little smirk, grinning when you see his annoyed expression.

You pull away from your poor reenactment of battle and lean back in your chair, crossing your arms. You watch him carefully, keeping your poker face on as he analyses you too. Talking to him was like playing chess. You had to know when you could afford to lose your pawns.

"You never really said why you are here." He starts, stepping a little closer to you. Like a vulture slowly circling its prey. You liked him in his analytical hunter mode. He was so absurdly sexy…

"I don't have to explain myself to you. You are not my man or something." You scoff, glancing out of the corner of your eye at his reaction. The clench of his jaw might have gone unnoticed if you didn't know him any better, but the way he clenched his fist and hid it behind his back didn't. You pissed him off. Good.

"I am not." He only agrees coolly, this time being the one to stick the needle in your side. Bloody bastard.

"Alina wants to take me north. You know... to help calm down a situation with Fjerda by using my powers." You tell him, leaning back in your chair. You reach for the pendant around your neck and play with the glass heart, looking at him as intently as he does you.

"Have you become her errand dog?"

"Please... do you truly think so little of me?" You snort in amusement, but your mockery dies when he says nothing in response to your words. Bad move. Of course he thinks so little of you since your stormy breakup. "You don't have to answer. No. I am not going to help your little saint or queen or whatever you wish to call her with the war you wanted to prevent. No matter how dramatic the measures you resorted to, at least Ravka would not now have to deal with the united forces of Shu-Han and Fjerda. And as you could notice in the centuries we spent together, I do not support idiots and ignorants like your dear Alina."

"So you are here to say that you see my point of view, and actually you want to take my side? Perhaps you are even jealous of my 'relationship' with the Sun Summoner?" He mocks you as he approaches the bars.

You stand up furiously from your seat and approach him too, seeing only the red fire of your rage as he dares to throw your jealousy in your face.

"No. I came here to see you writhing in this cage, irritated and eager to take some action, maybe even plotting some king's slaughter. I didn't expect to be left with a boring shell of who you used to be."

"I am terribly sorry if I disappointed your expectations. Do you see now how it feels on the other side of your own treatment?"

You stare at each other for a long moment, both of you seething with anger, resentment, and bitterness built up over years of you ignoring him and running away from him and his distrust and anger towards you.

"We broke up."

"Indeed we did."

"Then why did you come back to it?"

"And why did you come back now?" You shiver at his words and pull away from him. You try desperately to maintain your neutral posture, but it becomes an increasingly difficult task as he hits all the right spots.

"Your girl ruined my peace with the war that shouldn't have happened and wouldn't have if you were in power. I couldn't stay any longer in my hiding place. Even if I wished so. I had to come and clean up your mess."

"Alina is more than you care to think about her. Much more." His words hurt you, but you know they were the best answer to your lie. After all, nothing connected you anymore. It was logical that he would defend his Sun Summoner. His little damn Sankta.

"I don't care what she is. But order your little minions once more to put me to sleep, or do anything against my will, and I promise you, Aleksander, you will remember why it's not worth teasing me."

"I remember the times you loved my teasing." He replies with a small cocky grin. And you don't know what you want to do more, punch him in the face or kiss him for being so frustratingly, irritatingly absurdly handsome.

"Don't recall them if you despise them so much."

"Why? Because you regret what you have done? Because you realise how terrible a mistake you made. Because you want back what you lost ages ago? Because you know that we could have so much more if it weren't for your selfish actions?"

"How dare you, you demon from the woods..." You growl at him furiously and step closer to the bars, tightening your hands on them in an attempt to vent your anger on him.

"I am. You shall never forget this, witch without a coven."

"And who is the reason I don't have one?" Your words ignite a fury so hot and great that he presses his body against the bars as well. You stare furiously into each other's eyes, and you know that if his power were not in bondage, the room would be filled with his shadows right now.

"I never asked you for anything or for sacrificing anything for me. What you did for me then... it didn't matter when you did this only because you felt guilty. Not after what you did TO me."

"But you asked me once to stay with you. No matter what. Remember?" You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, summoning old, distant memories. And even though centuries had passed since those events… It didn't mean it hurt any less with the passage of time.

"How convenient for you to keep only those promises that suit you. Now I'd appreciate it even more if you'd disappear for good. Or rotted in some nameless grave." You slam your hand against the bars, making him shiver in surprise at your sudden outburst.

You feel your power tingling under your skin, begging to be released and unloaded on him, but unfortunately, the last thing your stupid heart wants to do is hurt that big, stubborn idiot. So while your heart is busy calming your wild power, your wounded pride takes over and controls your mouth, providing a perhaps more painful weapon than your magic.

"Fuck off, Aleksander. You can get rid of every little reminder of your past, but you'll never get rid of me. We're too deeply connected with each other, and you damn well know it. You'll see me forever, everywhere, in every fucking breeze, the scent of flowers, and the glow of crystals. And you know how I know that? Because despite all these centuries of you being far away, I still see you in every fucking corner. In every dream, in every place, in every little memory of the past I recall. I feel you with every breath, every blink, every little touch—exactly in the places you used to cherish my skin. You've tainted everything I know and love. We are a scourge to each other and always will be. And until Ravka becomes a relatively safe place to live again, we are both condemned to each other's company."

"There is a very simple solution to all of this." He says and looks at the heart-shaped pendant hanging around your neck. You swallow hard and catch it tightly in your hand, protecting it from his gaze. "Haven't you ever thought about that? To cut yourself off from this for good? From me? You can finally be free. Maybe you'll even find your peace?"

"There is no peace for me. And neither for you." You see that your words have caused some internal stirring in his conscience.

He hesitantly places his hand on yours and takes your chin in his hand—the one on which he has a black scar from the amplifier with which he connected with Alina. You hold your breath as he strokes the line of your jaw with the pad of his thumb, staring at you intently, too mesmerised by his sudden closeness and tenderness from him after centuries apart to listen to your better judgement and pull away. You cling to him blindly. You fall into the trap of his dark eyes as you drown in his touch.

"I'm tired of fighting, Y/N. I will find peace. Even if it means losing the lives of thousands of others."

"Even my life?"

"We both know that your death would be my salvation." You smile bitterly and snort as if he's just told a funny joke. But in reality, you're doing everything in your power to keep the tears from falling from your eyes.

"Same here." You mumble, focusing your gaze on the black scar on his hand instead of his eyes, afraid his dark depths will somehow see through your lies.

You hold your breath as he grabs your chin tightly and forces you to look into his eyes. His fingers dig into your skin unpleasantly, but you don't care. You're drowning in his angry, hurtful, resentful gaze, unable to move an inch.

"Ex-lovers quarreling? Should I just go out and wait until Mom and Dad make up?" Ulla's sudden intrusion makes us both recoil from each other as if burned. You clear your throat and glare at the black-haired one madly.

"Don't call me that. I am not old like that hag who gave birth to you."

"You are talking about my mother."

"Mother, you hate, as I would like to point out. Actually, I start to wonder if there is anyone who didn't deserve your wrath, my dark general." You scoff at his remark, knowing full well that his relationship with Baghra has only worsened since you left. With a little unwanted help from you…

"In case you haven't noticed, all those dear to my heart that I came to dislike have a tendency to betray me."

"In case you haven't noticed, they may not be cheating on you, but doing what's best for you, you stubborn, damn, proud fool who can't see beyond the tip of his own dick!"

In your anger at him, you step too close to the bars, giving him the perfect opportunity to grab you by the neck. And he does. You gasp in surprise and instinctively reach for the pendant around your neck, holding the glass heart in his secure grip. Aleksander wraps his other hand around yours, trying to squeeze it hard enough to break the glass heart you try so hard to protect.

You gasp, struggling to take even one short breath, and look him straight in the eye as you mumble the words of the spell with the last of your strength. Aleksander hisses in pain and releases his grip on your necklace, but he still holds you tightly by the neck to the point where you know he'll leave bruises in the shape of his hand and fingers... which doesn't bother you as much as it should...

"Okay, stop! Both of you!" Ulla walks over to the two of you. Aleksander shifts his gaze from you to her for a moment. You feel his hand on your throat tremble as he considers letting you go. "Sasha, let her go. Before you do something entirely stupid that you will regret."

Aleksander hesitates for a few moments, then lets you go. You don't give him the satisfaction of moving away from him. You take a few deep breaths, staring at him with a hateful, cold gaze that he stubbornly avoids by looking at his sister.

"Torment me again, and I promise Ivan will put you to sleep for a thousand years." He mutters his empty threat without even looking at you, which gives you reason enough to decide you'd rather fucking die than give him the last word in this little argument between the two of you.

"If you wanted me to be your sleeping beauty and you to be my prince, all you had to do was ask, Aleksander." You mock him, and he moves to grab you painfully by the throat again. But before you can respond with one of your curses, Ulla steps between the two of you and gives you both a disappointed, irritated look.

"Y/N! That's enough for today."

"I didn't start…"

"Y/N!"

"Fine! Got it. I am on my way." You raise your hands and walk out of the barred room, but not before sticking your tongue out at Aleksander—something that escapes Ulla's watchful eye because her back is turned to you.

And as you leave, you wonder how the hell you're supposed to get this dense, stubborn asshole to cooperate when he clearly still despises your insides as much as he did all those centuries ago.

"Is that what you call taming him?"

You sigh and stop in your tracks on your way to your rooms. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, cursing the name of every saint you know under your breath before turning to the person you hate most in the world with a fake smile.

"Baghra. I wish I had the mood and time to talk to you. Unfortunately, I don't have the former, and I'd rather spend the latter on something else. Have a nice night." You turn on your heel, intending to make a quick escape, but the woman summons her shadows, blocking your path. You sigh, tired of dealing with another Morozova, and face Baghra again.

"Your methods don't work." You almost growl at the pretentious tone in her voice. She expected you to work a miracle, knowing full well what her son was like… and knowing full well why he was as hostile towards you as he was.

"Did you really think he'd just follow me and hang on every word I say? He's not some fucking puppet you can order around. He needs to trust me again. At least when it comes to saving Ravka and Grisha."

"Well, it seems like he won't come to it so soon. I thought you had a little more influence on him. Maybe you actually broke his naive little heart?"

The silence that follows her words is like a slap in the face to your pride. You can barely push back the unbidden tears, and it takes a huge amount of effort to control yourself when Baghra is giving you her infamous mocking smile. The old woman had the irritating ability to scratch open wounds that you thought had long since healed. Besides, she knew perfectly well what, or rather who, your only sweet spot was.

"Then I did exactly what you wanted, right?" You ask; he winces a little when he hears the slight tremor in your voice. Damn witch.

"I told him to stay away from you. But the stupid boy didn't listen; he loved you so much. Witches like you, wielding such power... you're all the same. You have no feelings. Self-absorbed, wanting to live forever. Tell me, Y/N, what did you need your eternity for? Was it worth it to fight for? Has it paid off for you to deceive my stupid son for so many centuries?"

"Without Aleksander by my side? No. But at least I can keep an eye on him. At least I can make sure that he will survive long enough to get his happy ending. And torment you forever. Until the end of time, my dear mother-in-law. Or your death. I personally prefer this one." You give her a contemptuous look and turn away from her, walking into the darkness of her shadows to reach your rooms and escape, just for a while, from feelings of guilt, helplessness, and wrath that the damned Morozovas have aroused in you.

"What do you mean by mother-in-law?" Baghra asks, confounded, but fortunately she doesn't follow you. She's everything but dumb. She won't expose herself to possible harm as a result of you unleashing your wild power.

"Ask your son!" You shout over your shoulder, not stopping for a moment.

You know perfectly well that a minute longer in Baghr's company would make you cry. And you promised yourself that this old witch would never be the reason for your despair again… her son was another matter.

So when you get to your room, you wave your hand over the windows to close the curtain with your magic, turn off all the lights, and let yourself curl up on your bed. You sob quietly, lying on your side, legs drawn up as you grip the necklace tightly in your hand and let yourself have a much-needed crying session. Your head spins as your power slides through you, causing storms outside. And you can only hope that Ulla is keeping Aleksander busy enough that he doesn't see the rain your crying has caused. The last thing you need is to show him how much you still care.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" You shiver as Aleksander wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your bare shoulder. His light stubble pricks your skin, but you don’t care, too fascinated by the rings on your joined hands.

"About 10 times, but who's counting?" You mumble and turn around in his arms. A smile creeps onto your face as you gently cup his cheek in your hand. "Husband. That's weird."

"Weird? Why?" He asks, frowning at you in confusion. Yet his grip on you doesn't loosen at all; if anything, he tightens it, protectively wrapping himself around you, as if his touch alone would be enough of an anchor for your raging thoughts.

"I can't believe that such a handsome and powerful man is mine. Only mine." You whisper and press your lips to his cheek.

You smile, feeling his breathing quicken slightly, and you start to feel his familiar, comforting scent surrounding you. And warmth. Which was pretty important, considering you were in a cold, damp, abandoned cabin in the woods. All alone, out of nowhere. You wouldn't trade that honeymoon for anything.

"I was yours long before we exchanged those rings. And I will be yours long after today. For as long as my heart beats and beyond. You are a part of my soul, connected to me by a force I cannot fathom. And I am grateful for anything or anyone that bound us together, that brought you on my path."

"You can't promise me things like that. You don't know what the future will bring." You mumble, panting as he begins to press kisses into your neck. You sigh and tug on his hair as he bites into you. You decide that the beard is a rather… nice new accessory. Especially when it teases your skin so nicely.

"But I can promise you today. And then tomorrow. And the day after that. And so on and so forth, until all eternity."

“Assuming we have forever.” You moan, intoxicated by both his words and the caresses of his lips and hands as he slowly removes your dress.

"I will fight with everything I have to always have you by my side." He promises fervently, cupping both of your cheeks and placing a hot kiss on your lips that instantly warms your insides. You smile as he pushes you onto the bed.

"Even with your mother?" You tease him and raise a questioning eyebrow at him. You almost break and snort at his hurt expression.

"I'm offended that my mother even crosses your mind in this situation, let alone that you're brave enough to talk about her." He mutters menacingly and reaches for your sides.

Before you can react, he's tickling you, attacking all your weak points. You laugh and squirm beneath him, screaming at him and cursing him to stop, but he just laughs and redoubles his efforts. And as much as you can't breathe anymore and are almost crying from his teasing, you enjoy his wicked, carefree laughter.

“Mercy! Mercy!” You cry out with laughter, and he finally takes pity on you. You laugh some more, recovering as he simply hovers over you and looks at you, drinking in your dishevelled appearance beneath him. “What?” You gasp, breathing deeply and wiping tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Nothing. I love you,” he says and shrugs. Your heart clenches and warms at his words, and another wave of tears nearly fills your eyes as he reaches for your hand with the silver claw ring he placed there just an hour ago.

“I love you too. More than anything.” You mumble, grabbing the glass heart that dangles from his necklace—your wedding gift to him—and pulling him to you, connecting your lips in a needy, heated kiss.

You would give away all the treasures in the world to have back that ring on your finger instead of the heavy pendant on your neck that felt like a muzzle for you. The muzzle of your eternal sin against Aleksander and you both.

"You again?" You allow yourself to roll your eyes when you enter his cell a few days later, which he greets with his mocking smile and cold gaze. He frowns, however, when this time, instead of sitting in the chair like you always did, you walk over to the bars separating him from you.

"Do not worry. I won't bother you much longer. Actually, I came to say goodbye."

You say and hand him a small box through the bars. You wait patiently for him to come over and take it from you, but his wounded pride apparently won't let him do even that. You roll your eyes as he turns his back to you and shifts his gaze to the book in his hands.

"Goodbye? That's not really in your style. Since when do you say goodbye instead of disappearing into obscurity?" He mocks you without even bothering to look at you. You swallow and nod, only now realising just how deep his resentment of you runs. But you don't have the strength to fight him any longer.

"Well, I learnt that from you, but since we're not together anymore, I guess I'm ditching your habits for some new ones."

Over the centuries, you and Aleksander have gotten back together and broken up a million times. You let him come back into your life as if he had never ripped your heart out and taken it with him countless times. Each time he was leaving, he put his plan into action to ensure that Grisha was safe from whatever enemy they currently had. He was choosing the good of his people over yours.

Every grand plan that was supposed to end with the restoration of freedom for Grisha usually ended in failure. And every time, he came back to you. To your arms. To hide there from the world, lick his wounds, and hide his shadows in the safety of your home.

But just as suddenly as he came, he left you. All for Grisha. His whole life was dedicated to ensuring a better fate for his people than he had as a child. And so he ended up in a cell. Alone. Maybe not completely. You knew he had many supporters in the 'underground.' But what good were supporters when he had no one to stand by his side? Supported through thick and thin?

On the other hand… you never joined him in his plans. You always stuck to your own woods and paths… it was pure fate that for a time you both followed the same one.

"Well, I'm actually glad about that. I should have noticed sooner that you're just like everyone else. The greatest liar among liars. A witch without a coven that no one ever trusted or wanted to be near."

You give him a small smile, perfectly keeping your true emotions from surfacing. You drop the box and let your magic transport it to the table he's sitting at. With a quick wave of your hand, you make the box clatter loudly against the wooden table.

Luckily, that catches his attention enough for him to finally look at you.

"You want to talk about liars and cheaters? Go ahead. There's a big war coming. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. Alina and Nikolai won't let the Fjerda get away with invading their lands and killing Grisha like they used to do and still do. So why do you pretend it doesn't bother you? That it doesn't concern you? Why do you sit here obediently and do nothing when we both know you have the means to escape? Who are you trying to convince that you don't care anymore about your people, us, or yourself?"

This time, you are the one to look away from him. You don't wait for his response and just move away from him. You walk over to the part of his bookcase that wasn't behind bars, running your finger over the titles on them.

"And who is us?" A shiver runs through your body, and you thank yourself for keeping your back to him. You don't know what he would read on your face as you say your next words.

"Ulla. Me. People that really care about you."

"You left me." He points out stubbornly again, as if you didn't know what you had done against him.

But the truth was that you had both hurt each other equally. It was just easier for him to blame you than for you. Or maybe your guilt against him was actually greater than whatever he did behind your back...

"You didn't mourn my leaving much."

"Maybe I mourned too many in my life to add you to this list?"

When you finally find the book you were looking for, you take it and turn to face him. He steps towards the bars, his hand around one and his gaze fixed on you. You can barely hold back a small smile as you see his shadows hovering in the corners of his cell.

"Believe what you want… but not everything was a lie between us, Aleksander. And you've had your fair share of lies for me, before I've even considered doing what you hate me for. Does the fact that you managed to tell me your lies before Baghra reported my secrets to you make any difference? You and I... we are similar. I am a witch without a coven, and you are a Grisha without an order. We are both alone in this world. But I admired the fact that you continued to fight, even when everyone else was against you. You may have been a villain in everyone else's story, but you've always been a hero in mine. In Ulla's. We admired you for what you were, for the strong leader who would do anything for his family and people. And who are you now?"

"I am the man your lies and manipulation created. All of yours. My mother's, Alina's, yours. So don't you dare stay here and say that I am meant to be something more when you stabbed me in my back and left when I needed you the most."

"You hated me then."

"And what gives you the impression that I still don't?" That I didn't need you even when I was furious with you?"

"I..." You're at a loss for words. You have no idea how to answer him, especially when the stormy blackness of his eyes overwhelms you as much as his words.

He couldn't mean them, could he? He couldn't be mad that you left him. He had to play with you… There was no way he'd want you around after you'd supposedly betrayed him.

You snort and shake your head at his words. No. You won't let him enter your mind and manipulate you. Although… You can't say your heart has shifted indifferently at the revelation he's told you. Because what if he really needed you by his side? What if… he loved you more than he hated you?

"It doesn't matter. Say what you want or get out." Well, his words only prove that you are right about this. And they reassure you in the decision you want to make.

"I'm going north with Alina. You can either join us or rot here. And to be honest, I don't care anymore. I was never your enemy, Aleksander. But if you so desperately need one, then all right. Make me your villain. But know that everything I did, I did for you. For us. Even if I hurt you in my desperate attempts to protect you, for which I do not intend to apologize. Everything I did, I did for us, for you. But maybe it really is time to change things between us once and for all."

After your words, you take a few seconds to look at him. Your gaze lazily follows his dark hair, his eyes, the set of his jaw. Without a word, you nod to him and leave, as if saying goodbye for the very last time.

"Protect me from what?" You hear him walk over to the table and open the package in a hurry. Then he freezes when he sees the familiar object you've placed there. "Y/N?! Answer me! Y/N!" He shouts after you, banging on the metal bars, but you don't spare him a second glance. You just walk out of there, hoping your little trick will work.

Because if he won't follow you to war after you give him a necklace with his blood—the same blood you tricked him into taking and enchanting to give you immortality—then you don't know what'll get him out of that stupid cell.

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Becoming Human

Tw: Discussion of SA, smut with plot. Loss of virginity basically, robot sex, gentle sex, consent is sexy, Connor likes kissing (a lot), hand holding during sex

Word count: 6,935

Synopsis: Connor's partner, a newer model designed to stay with him at all times and follow his orders, has gotten a glimpse of human desires, awakening something in her she asks Connor to help her with. (Don't ask why Connor has an android, plot reasons)

“Is… this what humans look at often?” You asked in an almost uncertain voice as you stared at the screen of the magazine. Your eyes scanned it, analyzing the photos. The women in the photos looked so… pleased. Satisfied even. Your eyes looked lower, seeing the shafts of the unseen men just outside of the frame of the photo.

You knew that humans engaged in sexual activities but never before have you seen it first hand. Subconsciously your fingers gripped the sides of the screen, the subtle static lingered beneath your fingertips as you held the device. You blinked slowly as soon as you finished taking in the magazine. You knew it wasn't breaking any rules, but seeing such an activity out in front of you with no other purpose besides being material for humans to get off to.

“It is catered towards human men, its purpose is to arouse the viewer hence the position of the woman.” Connor said, stepping beside you as he gently took the magazine from you, swiping it back to the next previous page which was more appropriate, he turned to the desk you had it on and placed it there once more. Your hand was still in the air, shaking your head you placed it to your side.

Your systems were acting up. At least, that's what you thought.

“Yes. Of course.” You responded, looking up at him as he turned back around to face you. Your voice still had the uncertainty in it, you didn't know why you were acting this way. There was a… feeling you had, almost a subtle ache. You… liked it.

Your eyes landed back on his, when you realized he has been watching you closely, his expression remained natural but you can tell he noticed your behavior. “Scanning error.” You responded. Why were you experiencing such strange behavior? You wondered to yourself.

“Understood.” Connor replied almost immediately with a nod of his head. Suddenly he turned around, analytically as he gathered a theory. He walked around the room as cops stood idly, waiting. “The victim had unfulfilled desires, eventually trying to take it out on his own android.” He walked towards the kitchen as you followed behind him, the water that had spilled over from the overflowed sink splashing beneath you. Your eyes wandered to the lifeless corpse of the man slumped against the wall, the bottom half of him slightly drench in water and god knows what. He was barefooted…

“The perpetrator had been doing the dishes when they were attacked.” Connor continued matter-of-fact. “Jesus.” Lieutenant Anderson said in disgust, his arms crossed as he watched Connor closely. You agreed even if you had not said anything.

You looked down at the broken dish on the ground, as you stood there in shock, the feeling you had previously slowly fading away thankfully as Connor carried on. “A fight had broken loose, the victim using force. But failed when he stepped on the glass. The perpetrator had a chance to charge at him, strangling him to death.” He finished. “Self defense.” Anderson stated. “If he wanted a quick fuck he could have gone to a Eden Club for God's sake.” He said, looking at the corpse with disapproval.

“The nearest Eden Club is nearly an hour away Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor explained as you analyzed the scene. It did make sense… but why his own android when he had the women in the magazine?

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Connor sat beside you in the taxi hours later. After more investigation of the scene, it was clear the perpetrator had run off hours prior. Your hand rested in your lap, you couldn't get those images out of your mind. The way it made you feel… but it faded so quickly when Connor had described the situation. They both seemed like the same thing but they also weren't… those women were enjoying themselves, but the perpetrator clearly did not want it. You closed your eyes, trying to forget about it. But eventually you couldn't help it.

“Connor.” You started, turning towards him. He looked away from the window, facing you. The taxi continued driving slowly, the world passing by the both of you but right now it was just the two of you.

“The victims magazine. Why couldn't he use that to… satisfy himself. Why attack an android?” You asked, Connor looked at you. His expression was gentle as he slowly began. “Human desires and feelings become too much for them to handle, and sometimes lash out on the nearest living being even by force.” He explained.

“Desires.” You repeated. “Is that why they engage in sexual activity?”

He nodded. “But there is consent involved, the perpetrator… did not give it.”

You looked at him, you understood his words even if you did not say anything. Funny how you're intelligent in your field but this topic has you rather confused, you turned to look outside the window once more. You knew what sex was, how they performed it, at least you think so. But never have you yourself taken part in it. Other androids have it in their programs but you didn't. Even if you did, you did not like the thought of doing it with a human.

Finally, the vehicle slowed. It drove to the side of the road with the other parked taxis. “We're here.” Connor said, exiting the car and closing the door. You followed him soon after. He walked towards the police station, his steps calculated and with ease. Your head was hung low, you don't know why they programmed you like this. Quiet and obedient to Connor almost like a pair of toys sold separately. You never really questioned it, but what exactly were you to Connor? He seemed to have accepted the fact he now has a partner. No fuss about it…

You finally looked up at the back of his head, when his hand came forward, reaching for the handle you spoke almost immediately. “Connor.” It came out rushed. He seemed taken aback even if he didn't show it. He turned towards you, his voice was gentle and curious as he asked what was wrong, the way he said your name. This… feeling was back again only, more pleasant.

“I'd like to speak to you about something private.”

You say, he was about to speak. You knew it was regarding the case but you simply reached forward. Taking his hand into yours as you guided him away from the door. He followed you willingly, his eyes landing on your intertwined hands. This wasn't usual behavior for you.

You slowed down a few feet away, taking him on a bus bench. You sat down with him following your lead. You let go of his hand, placing yours in your lap as you look forward. Towards the empty street. It was late, not surprising there was a lack of vehicles driving at this hour. He stared forward too. For a long while you two sat in silence, the distant car horns can be heard, and the sound of people talking in the distance but right here it did not matter.

Your eyes landed on a glowing poster on the other side of the road. An advertisement for what looks to be a romantic movie. Not that you cared for that sort of thing but the two people in the poster certainly did. “Those characters.” You started, pointing towards it. “They are kissing.” Connor hummed in acknowledgement. “They are. Kissing is a form of expression of love, whether it's between family or lovers.”

“Lovers…” You repeated quietly. You close your eyes for a moment, before starting. “I would like to try it with you.” As soon as the words left your mouth Connor turned to you. His expression was the same as always but you can see clearly he was taken aback even if he didn't want to show it. “Can you repeat yourself?” He asked, he knew damn well what he heard. He gave you the option to back pedal, but you couldn't.

“Kiss you. I would like to kiss you Connor.” You say bluntly, though your tone remained soft as you stared directly into his brown eyes.

“I've never done so with anyone. I would like to experience it with you. Feel it with you.” You added the last part immediately afterward, your voice remained in the same gentle tone. You saw the subtle purse of his lips as he looked in consideration at you, never breaking eye contact. That was a good sign right?

“I… I understand if you do not agree. I had just wanted to ask at least.” You say finally after a few moments. You felt normal, at least you thought you did. But inside something was happening. Your chest felt heavy, your systems were acting up again. You didn't even notice the way your fingers ever so lightly tightened on your lap. You can feel the soft fabric of your skirt on the pads of your plastic skin, memorizing every fiber. Was this… a human emotion?

You were taken out of your thoughts as Connor opened his mouth to speak, but for once no words could form in his talkative programming. Finally blinking as he glanced down at your hands.

Instead, he slowly reached out and placed his hand on top of yours. His eyes traveled back towards yours, you were confused by his behavior but welcomed it anyway. “I do agree.” He says slowly, in that comforting tone he often uses but this time felt different. The way he said your name felt nice… an unfamiliar kind of nice than the one you felt before. The ache came back but this time it was in your chest. It was the same aching but it was less intense, or maybe more so you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

Your lips formed a small smile as you looked down at your feet as the heaviness in your chest slowly faded, replaced by ease and perhaps excitement though you refused to show that part. Your eyes widened a bit as you felt his hand come up to your cheek, turning your face back to his as he stared at you. His thumb ever so lightly grazed the plastic skin as his hand held your cheek. It came towards your lips, admiring the subtle plumpness there. You couldn't help but close your eyes, leaning into his touch. After a few moments, you opened your eyes, looking at him with fondness and his eyes were the same. Finally he leaned forward, stopping himself midway as he was second guessing. But when you saw you slowly move forward too, he relaxed. The bright colors of the signs on the other side of the road reflected on you two, almost intimately. His eyebrows furrowed a little, have your eyes always been this beautiful? Much to his dismay you close them, but he soon mimicked your actions, closing his blue orbs as well.

Your lips finally met, you didn't know what you were doing. You're doing exactly what the humans in the poster are doing. Experimenting a little, you tilt your head and press your lips forward. ‘Ah that's how.’ you thought to yourself. Connor did the same, moving his head to the other side, his hand was still atop yours. Squeezing it gently as you two discovered how to do it properly. His slightly pink lips felt soft, almost like the skin of a human. Just when you parted your lips to take an experimental lick on his lips he pulled away slowly. Seeming not to notice what you planned on doing.

His LED glowed, slightly flickering but it still remained blue. You two sat there, face inches apart from each other. Connor looked down at you, for once he seemed to be lost for words. He'd like to tell you it felt nice or he was happy to be of assistance. But nothing came. You stared at him, a part of you wanted to lean in again, kiss again. Experiment if he allowed you to. Finally he said your name again, in a soft yet intimate tone. One that a husband would say to his wife.

“I…” he started, never breaking eye contact. “I-” he said with a little bit more certainty in his words, but as he opened his mouth to speak he heard the loud voice of Anderson. You turned around, seeing him standing beneath the orange light of the police station's door. “Connor! Get your ass in here we got a lead!” He announced, turning to enter the building. Connors' eyes widened as he stood up immediately, unfortunately taking his hand off yours. “Of course, Lieutenant.” He responded just as Anderson left the two of you again.

He glanced down at you almost like an apology before walking towards the station, leaving you alone on the bench. As you watched him disappear into the building, your head slowly turned back to the ground again. Your hand came up to your cheek, smiling as you took it in. You kissed Connor. You felt your cheeks start to heat up, which you were certain was not in your program but at this moment you could care less.

You felt the wonderful feeling in your chest as you recounted the way his lips felt on yours just moments prior.

“He kissed me…”

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“Connor…” you say, gently knocking on the door of the motel room. He sat on the desk, the orange glow of the lamp coated him as he looked over the evidence of the case, the room was dimly lit, shadows moving along with Connor. It danced on the wall behind him, creating a distorted but yet beautiful version of reality. You both had to share a room, Lieutenant Anderson insisted on it, he refused to sleep in a room with two androids which did not need sleep. He had a point and you can see where he was coming from. Just for one night…

Finally, he turned to you. Placing down the file as he smiled welcomingly. He greeted you before turning his attention back to the files scattered on the desk.

Your hand gripped the plastic bag in your hand slightly. You had run off to the store across the block of the motel. That kiss you both had shared was beautiful, despite being only a few days ago you could not have stopped thinking about it. You closed the door behind you, locking it which he didn't even seem to notice. It was basic thinking anyway.

You greeted him back, slowly walking towards the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. Watching him from behind as he worked. You closed your eyes for a few minutes. After a while, he finally put the papers back into the document. Your eyes opened as you saw him put it back into the bag he had brought for no use besides keeping it safe.

“Connor.” You started once he was done. He turned around, looking down at you, god you never realized just how tall he was compared to you especially when you're sitting down. Despite his friendly personality, he was intimidating at this moment. He had not seemed to be affected by it, or perhaps he was just as badly as you but does not want to put the mission into jeopardy. “Yes?” He asked, stepping towards the bed as he sat down next to you, at least he wasn't towering over you as much, (though he is still very tall).

“When we kissed… did you… feel something too?” You asked genuinely. He thought for a moment, wanting to deny it, maybe say it was just a malfunction. But he still nodded. You smiled again, before letting out a nervous laugh. The LED light on the side of your forehead turning from yellow to blue once more “That's a relief.” He raised a brow. Relief? That's not an emotion most androids have, but he pushed it aside.

“If you don't mind Connor I'd… I would like to do it again.” You confess. You leaned down, reaching into the bag and pulling out a magazine. His eyes widened a little as you handed it to him. He swiped the page, looking through the contents as something caught in his throat. “I don't understand… Why are you showing me this?” He asked, looking up at you. Still holding as the screen had a woman performing oral sex on a man seen off screen. The calm and collected tone he often used was wavering ever so lightly.

“I bought it… I want to.. do all of this magazine's contents with you.” You say, hesitation evident in your tone but you still pushed through. “I…” He stared, looking through the pages as he saw the positions. You wanted to do all of this? He wanted to ask. “I know it's too much of an ask but when we kissed each other, I felt something. And I'd like to feel again if you'd let me…” You almost pleaded as you looked up at him with a little desperation. “Androids don't feel.” He said bluntly, looking at you sceptically. You felt something inside of you break slightly.

“I don't know what it was, but I know I felt something.”

“No, we are done here.” He said, cutting you off the usual gentle behavior replaced by what can be described as irritation.

“Connor please-” You say as you reach out to grab his hand just as he begins to stand up. As soon as you made contact, he halted his movements. Looking forward, despite his unreadable expression, something was happening inside him. He stood there, he doesn't think he could have stopped what was happening even if he tried. After what felt like hours to him, he blinked a few times. Like he had just woken up from a long slumber which he did not know he was taking. His eyes traveled down to where your hand gently gripped his wrist. The irritation he initially had had been long forgotten, instead looking down at you curiously, you still sat there. Looking up at him with wide beautiful eyes.

He knew that there are most likely many models like you, with your voice and appearance but the android sitting on the bed was one of a kind. He always found you pretty but whoever made you… went all out. You were more than just pretty, you were gorgeous. Realizing he had yet to say anything, he slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact. “Okay.” he simply said. Your desperation slowly faded, seeing the slight reassuring smile on his face. Was he just as curious? You wanted to ask why he had a shift in behavior but he sat down once more. He grabbed the magazine from the side, looking down at it briefly before tossing it to the ground.

“We don't need instructions.” He glanced at you. “Have you done this before?” You asked curiously, tilting your head. “N-no.” He quickly clarified. “This would be my first time ever delving into such an activity.” He explained. You nodded your head understandingly. “It would be my first time too.” You admitted. It didn't feel strange to confess a thing. You felt relieved knowing that you two get to discover this together, treading through the unknown without guidance. “I know the basics, but besides that I would like to experience this with you.” His hand reached over, placing it back on yours. He stared at you with an expression you could not quite put your finger on. It was a mix of fondness and something else entirely.

Suddenly, you were back on the bench. The neon lights that had illuminated the side of his face were now replaced with the soft glow of the lamp. It felt more intimate rather than in a street in which anyone could have spotted you. No Anderson interrupting or car horns honking. It was just… you and Connor.

As if taken by an unknown being, you leaned into him just like at the bus stop. Only this time you knew how to kiss. He did the same, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Both of your shadows merge with each other in the background. Your lips dance together in harmony for a long while, enjoying the feeling of his soft mouth on yours. His hands came up from yours, cradling your head in them as if you were the most precious thing he'd seen. And in a way you were, to him at least.

Your own hands found their way to his chest, resting there as you felt the fabric of his shirt on your fingertips. He was warm, which was a given considering most androids are designed to be. “Android …” you thought for a split second. It's funny, you didn't feel like an android at least not in this moment, and Connor had completely forgotten about what his mission was. Instead, focusing only on the sensation of your body slowly leaning into his.

You pressed your chest against his, thank god you didn't need to breathe. You doubt you'll ever be able to let him go at this moment. But after a few more minutes, he pulled away slightly. You opened your eyes slightly, still half lidded as you looked at him. “Open your mouth…” he ordered gently, though it sounded more like a request. But still, you comply. You were so used to giving orders, but it felt good to be asked nicely, especially by him of all people and things.

Your lips parted, opening your mouth a little. He leaned in again, placing his lips on yours again. This time, you felt his tongue soon intrude into your mouth. Your eyes widened lightly, you felt him explore the inside of your mouth curiously. His tongue rubbing against your own for a while before he moved it again. Out of intrigue you began moving yours. Playing with his own for a while. You felt his artificial saliva begin mixing with your own. They really went all out on the designs.

His hands gripped your face a little harder, not like your mind anyway considering you're unable to feel pain. But despite it, he eased up a little. As if you were a delicate human so easily injured. Finally, you both pull away. A string of see through and a slight tint of blue saliva connecting from your mouths. He stared into your eyes for a moment, placing a small peck onto your forehead before leaning back again. You smiled a little, like a shy teenager. He placed his own forehead against yours. You both sat there, enjoying the peaceful bliss of the moment. His hand went from your cheers to the back of your neck as he held you there. He marvelled silently at the softness of your hair on the back of his hand.

Your hands remained on his chest, which slowly began to unbutton his white shirt. He let out a small hum, letting go of you as he began helping you. Eventually he sat there with his chest and stomach out. The jacket and shirt still remained, he shrugged off his jacket as you admired his body. He took his time, folding it then placing it carefully on the floor in front of the bed. As he began taking off his shirt, your hands came to his wrists. Holding them in place. “Keep it on… please” you ask in a soft voice. He nodded without a thought. Sitting straight again.

He watched you as you slowly took off your own shirt. His breath would have definitely hitched as he saw your beautiful skin slowly be exposed. You were still wearing the bra that the company had given you when you were first made, it is not like you sweat anyway. You place it on the floor carefully without feeling the need to fold it.

His hand came to your bare shoulder, feeling the synthetic skin. His finger slid off the strap of your bra down your shoulder slowly. But never made a move to actually take off your garment. You close your eyes, letting out a pleased hum, he slowly traced your collarbone. Soon, your hand came up to his. Intertwining your hands, you look at each other. You could feel his energy and complications he was currently facing. You blink slowly as realization hits you. Your feeling what he is feeling, he's allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of you. “It's okay.” He whispered to you. His other hand comes to your chin as he lifts it. You forgot that this was a two way connection for a moment.

“Um…” you started, pulling away from his gentle grip which lingered in the air for a bit. “What next?” You ask. You knew the basics just like him, but to say you knew exactly what you wanted would be a lie. “Perhaps… oral sex.” He suggested. You thought about it for a moment. This was about gaining experience and allowing both of yourselves to feel real sexual intercourse with each other. No human telling you what to do to get them off, no. It was just you and Connor, genuinely exploring this what is seen as taboo activity. Connor stared at you, watching you consider his words. Finally you nodded, a smile forming on your face. “I'd like to do it for you.” he seemed to be genuinely taken aback by this. His eyes widened a little, as he processed what you said. “I… I had assumed you'd want me to- I mean are you sure?” He said with a nervous smile that you returned.

“I want to do it Connor.” You confirm with a nod.

He glanced at your intertwined hands, he knew you could feel his uncertainty. But the look you gave him. That smile was enough to ease him even a little.

“Okay.” He said with a much more calm tone.

His movements were slow as he crawled backwards until his back hit the wooden bed frame. He spread his legs as you began crawling towards him as well. You sat in between his legs, maintaining eye contact with him. You can see the excitement and slight nervousness in his beautiful brown eyes. He was always so considerate towards you. Your hands came to his knees, patting them gently as you leaned in towards him. He leaned in as well, expecting another kiss but was pleasantly surprised when you pecked his cheek instead. But despite it his hands still came up to your face, holding it still as he placed a proper kiss on your lips. You smile against his, finding this cute in a way.

When he pulls away, your hand travels from his knee to his thigh. Your other one going to his bare chest, caressing the flat surface of it. You heard him let out a small noise as you grazed his nipple. “How does it feel?” You ask, looking up at him. “Strange but… welcomed.” He responded, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of your hands on him. You smile again for a moment, studying his expression. Your hand on his thigh trailed upwards, squeezing and rubbing around his groin but never touching it. At least not yet.

Your hand moved around his growing tent to his abdomen, your eyes locked onto it. He was growing aroused. Which wasn't a surprise, you wanted to touch it but resisted. You wanted to study his reactions more. His breathing grew heavy, which wasn't necessary for either of you. As you began moving upwards his hand came to yours. He held it in a gentle grasp, guiding back down as he pressed it against his bulge. “Here…” he almost pleaded looking you in the eyes, not wanting you to continue with this teasing. You continued eye contact, squeezing it softly as he let out a small groan. His hips instinctively move upwards, grinding it against your hand.

“Okay…” you say with a nod, squeezing his erection once more. He let out a small ‘thank you’ as soon as the words left your lips.

His head fell back against the bed frame, closing his eyes as he felt your hand continue its massage on his bulge. His legs spread even more, moving his hips along with your hand every so often. He had never felt anything so unbelievably good before. You study his expression, he looked so pleased right now. You wonder what exactly he was feeling. Out of curiosity your free hand came to his, intertwining it once more. And the moment you connected with him you let out a small gasp. You gripped his hand as you felt the overwhelming emotions. It felt so good. He looked back down at you. He saw your expression of pure pleasure, he bit his lip lightly.

Your reaction during such a moment managed to turn him on even more because he grabbed the back of your neck. Slamming his lips onto yours like a hungry man. You returned it with the same energy, your hand continuing its welcomed assault on his groin. Your tongues both dance with each other in harmony, eventually you grow more impatient sliding your hand down his pants and boxers and grasping his member. He let out a groan against your lips, but still gripped your hands together. Wanting you to feel as good as he did. You pull him out of his trousers, exposing him to the cool air of the room. Not wasting any time your hand started moving up and down, spreading the blue tinted liquid down his shaft.

“F-fuck I-” he cursed, pulling away from your lips as his hand finally let go of your own. Moving downwards he held your other one in his, guiding it up and down as he closed his eyes tightly. Indulging shamelessly in pleasure, not that you minded anyway. His expression and actions were enough to make you feel just as good. After a while, you slowed your hand movements. He opened his eyes, staring at you confused but that faded as soon as he saw you lean downward. He ended his grip, pulling away as he bit his lip. Watching your mouth slowly open and take in his leaking tip.

He let out a small, “a-ah!” feeling your mouth engulf his length down your wet cavern. You stilled for a moment, his cock throbbed in your mouth. You could feel more of his bitter liquid leaking out from his tip. Slowly, you began bobbing your head. Taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You heard his soft cries, felt his hands grip your hair. He sounded so delightful. His LED flashed with different colors, the emotions overwhelming but still pushing you downward.

He had no idea just how sensitive he really was, especially in such a situation. But then again he was never in such a position before. His hips bucked involuntarily against you. He wanted to apologize but the words were an incoherent mess as he mewled. You never heard him make such sounds before, it was a pleasant surprise. Having one of the best android detectives beneath you as they make such quite frankly cute noises.

You moaned again to him, closing your eyes as you took him deeper down your throat. Practically swallowing him whole. Thank god you didn't have a gag reflex, you doubt you could take him as deep otherwise. Your tongue moved along his cock, tracing the bottom of it before you moved back. Your mouth was off him, but your tongue remained. Circling the tip of his head, as more essence oozed out. You licked it off, taking his head into your mouth as you sucked. Almost as if you wanted more to come out.

Suddenly you felt his legs clamp on your head, caging you in between. You halted your movements, looking up at him as he covered his face with his hand. “I- I felt something coming” he confessed sheepishly after a few moments, sitting upwards he slowly let go of your head as you pulled away. You nodded in understanding, his wet erection now standing tall in the air between you two. “It's okay Connor,” you reassure.

“Thank you…” he said, smiling at you. Grateful for your empathy. “I'd still like to continue if it's fine with you.” He added soon after. You immediately nodded, returning his smile as you sat straight. “I'd like that a lot Connor.” You say with enthusiasm.

Now it was your turn to lean against the frame. The both of you maneuvered your positions. Connor towered over you, his hands going to each side of your head where your hands rested. He intertwined them once more as you gazed up at him with trusting and vulnerable eyes. Your legs were spread, the skirt and underwear long gone as you laid exposed beneath him. You both remained eye contact as he slowly guided his length to your entrance, rubbing it against it for a moment. “I love you Connor…” you whispered to him as if it was a secret only he could know. He hushed you gently, placing a kiss on your lips once more. He knew you did. He knew the moment you and him intertwined your hands together.

Finally, he moved his hips slowly. You gripped his hands tightly as he entered you. You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes as his expression turned euphoric for a moment. He had never felt anything so good before. You were so warm around him, practically hugging his length in a tight hold. It didn't hurt you thankfully, but it certainly felt weird. You had never been penetrated in such a way. “It's okay…” he whispered to you, repeating your exact words you said to him prior.

It took you a moment. But eventually you relaxed, your stiff body now easing as you got used to him inside you. You opened your eyes, only to find him staring down at you with concern. He smiled as he saw your beautiful eyes open once more. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours again. You smile lightly when he does this. He started moving his hips slowly, entering and exiting you. Coating his member in your juices. You and him could feel what the other was experiencing. Connor could feel himself penetrating you, and you could feel your walls tightened around his shaft. You and him let out soft gasps and groans as he moved his hips.

His scrotum slapped against you, the sounds filling the room every so often. You couldn't believe how turned on you were, he felt so damn good. Like the people who designed you made you especially for him in every way possible. It felt right. Like you were meant to be more than his partner, like you were meant to be his everything. And right now you certainly felt it through his hands. He cared about you so much even if he would not say it verbally. But you could feel it.

He started moving his hips faster, your cries grew louder as you felt him hit your deepest point. He let out loud groans as well as he moved. He had to keep doing this, he would tell himself. It felt too good to stop, he didn't want to. He wanted to be as deep as possible. He wanted you to feel his desire for you, which is why he gripped your hands tighter. You both locked eyes, even if you two were not holding hands, you would have been able to see his desires through his eyes. “Oh Connor!” You cry out as your back arches. He spoke soft praises as he slammed his hips against yours. Crying out his name like it was the only thing you knew or recognized. Like it was a song from the heavens.

The sounds of both of your skin slapping against each other soon halted, he stopped his movements. Your eyes widened as he groaned loudly, practically whimpering out your name as he released inside of you. When you felt his essence spread inside you, the knot that had formed soon broke leading to you yelling out his name once more as you felt pure euphoria wash all over your body. You two stayed like that for a while before you gave up, slumping against the bed tiredly. You felt him fall on top of you soon after. Both of you panting as you recovered from the encounter.

“Oh Connor…” you said once more, this time in a much more calm tone. He lifted himself up, looking down at you with pure admiration. Both of you let go of each other's hands. “I've never felt anything like that before.” You admitted as he sat straight. “Me neither…” he replied. “It was amazing. Absolutely amazing.” He added. Slowly pulling out of you as you sat up straight along with him.

“Thank you Connor.” You say after a few moments of silence. “For what?” He questioned sincerely. “You know… for doing this with me.” You shrugged, sitting against the bed frame. “You could have just left me but you didn't.” You referenced his prior irritation. He considered this for a minute, before looking you in the eyes with a gentle expression. “Well, I'm glad I didn't.” He confessed. You grinned at this, crawling towards him and wrapping your arms around him. You leaned against his shoulder and closed your eyes. He soon returned your embrace, resting his head atop yours.

It was just the two of you here at this moment, no deviants, no insults thrown your way every minute and no case. Just Connor and you.

“Connor…” you say quietly after a while. “Yes?” He asked, not letting you go as you two spoke in soft whispers. “I'd like to do more stuff with you.” You suggest. His head turned towards you in surprise, but it was not unwelcomed. He grinned lightly against you. “Of course…” he nodded in agreement and part enthusiasm as he pulled away to press yet another kiss on your lips which you happily returned.

The rest of that night was a blur. The rest of your clothing was scattered around the room, long forgotten as you two explored each other's naked bodies. Both of you experimented with different positions, first his head was between your legs, lapping at your core like you were the most delicious meal he's had. Then there was you both standing up straight as he thrust his cock in between your thighs, rubbing against your cunt. He was curious at one point, he wanted your head in between his legs yet again this time lower as you stuck your tongue into his entrance. Of which he soon told you he didn't like, not like you discovered something you disliked as well when he had tied your hands above your head with his tie. You told him you hated feeling powerless in such a situation of which he understood. You two only stopped when he was in the middle of thrusting into you, that was until he felt the sunlight find itself through the curtains and blinding him for a moment, your leg was on his shoulder as you laid beneath him sideways. “It's morning.” He had told you, your head turned towards the window. “It is…” you responded in slight amusement.

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You hummed lightly as you both stood in the bathroom of the motel room. Your hands fixed his tie as he watched you. You both made sure to clean yourselves before you left the room. You both wanted to be presentable despite the busy night. You hummed in delight as he let go of his tie. Stepping back and examining him.

“There you are… handsome as always.” you praise with a smile. He turned to the mirror, turning side to side as he analyzed himself. ‘Perfect.’ He thought before turning to you. He looked at your disheveled hair before grabbing the brush on the sink. “Turn around please.” He requested gently as you obeyed him without a fight. You felt his hands thread your hair, slowly brushing it as he ran his hands through it. Uncurling the strands with the brush. You closed your eyes as you hummed. He was so gentle with you, like you were a precious diamond that needed protection. And in a way you were at least in Connors eyes.

Once he was done, he placed the brush back down. He looked down at your hair and nodded satisfied with his work. “I will be waiting for you outside.” He said, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. “Don't make me wait please.” He requested nicely as he turned to leave the room. You smile as you watch him disappear out of the room.

“Oh I won't…” You said to no one in particular as you go to get dressed in your own clothing.

[praetorqueenreyna]

Elaingate Master List

Greetings, fellow clowns! As I have previously threatened, I have created the Official Elaingate Master List! I tried only to include posts made that were intended to be humorous or analytical, and not ones that were just negative. I also didn't want to get too far into ship wars, so some posts may have been excluded because of that. I also very easily could have missed some posts, since there isn't a single blog for me to scour for all the content made. If you feel that you made a post that should be on here, please message me!

This post will be in multiple parts because it's TOO DAMN LONG! Enjoy!

(Putting the masterlist under a read more because HOLY SHIT is it long!)

Fanfiction

warmth (Tamlin/Beron) by @feyres-divorce-lawyer (AO3 link)

the bridges we mend (Tamlin/Beron/Elain) by @mathiwrites (AO3 link)

banned from Elain Week (Tamlin/Beron) by @shadowqueenjude

Beauty and the Beast (Tamlin/Elain) by @ennawrite

Spider-Lily (Elain/Ianthe) by @spidersmiceandeverythingnice

Stone Statues and Viperous Hair (Elain/Ianthe) by @velarisbynight

Fanart

Guess who just got BANNED!!! (Tamlin & Beron) by @jadedbugart

You got us banned from Elain Week! (Tamlin & Beron) by @thrumbolt

true soulmates (Tamlin/Beron) by @mossytrashcan

Beron/Elain and Tamlin/Elain by @mygreendandelion

Tamlin/Elain by @arson-09

Threesome fun (Tamlin/Beron/Elain) by @loonylooly

Banned for being too sexy by @herrinarte

Tamlin, Elain, and Beron by @rosesncarnations

Poetry

An invitation (Beron to Tamlin) by @rin-u-pos

A Rejoinder (Tamlin to Beron) by @jules-writes-stories

Elaingate limerick by @rin-u-pos

Analysis

What is Elaingate? by @praetorqueenreyna

ACOTAR fandom tips by @mathiwrites

Fan events as an archival space by @huntquinlan

Essay on modern ACOTAR fandom by @praetorqueenreyna

It was never about Elain by @sserrafeim

Thoughts on Elaingate by @matrixsss

Is Elain Week for all? by @mathiwrites

Is an event "for all" fans? by @theshadowsingersraven

ACOTAR Rant by @achaotichuman

Reactions to other ships by @toolsofmyenemy

Fandom Event etiquette by @obsessivecompulsivefantasyreader

ACOTAR fandom analysis by @mathiwrites

How Elaingate was avoidable by @herrinarte

A stand against all abuse by @ladyfoxreads

Elaingate Thoughts by @feyres-divorce-lawyer

fanfic detached from canon by @ennawrite

Art is a form of therapy by @mathiwrites

Dark Romance by @bluiela

Dark ships by @pan-withnoplan

Morally correct ships by @olenvasynyt

is banning ships normal? by @olenvasynyt

Other

Tamlain Collage (Tamlin/Elain) by @ennawrite

A poll: who would carry the Tamberon baby? by @huntquinlan

Tamberon Collage (Tamlin/Beron) by @shadowqueenjude

Who did this to you? (Tamlin/Beron) by @yaralulu

Koshchelain is on (Elain/Koschei) by @avabrynne

Elaingate food by @feyres-divorce-lawyer

What are your ACOTAR OTPs? by @mathiwrites

Elain Week Moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Choose your acotar ship event by @feyres-divorce-lawyer

[novy2sirius]

Vietnamese Astrology Traits

• Remember that enemy signs are still fatally attracted to one another but will not last in the long run and things between them could end badly. The matrix tries to set you up and leeches off your emotional energy which is why it sets you up for failure in some cases

• Your numerology is also important and may overpower some of your astrology traits. The negative traits will only apply if you’re at a lower vibration in life

Vietnamese Signs

The Rat: favored by the matrix, if anyone hurts them the matrix will come after them, intelligent when it comes to how they navigate life, adapts to surroundings quickly, most likely to gain wealth (second to the goat, pig, and cat trine), determined, lively, manipulative, will leave out parts of stories where they did something bad, greedy, stubborn, always nervous

The Ox/buffalo: grounded, often comedians, one of the least sexual signs unless they’re born under 1/5/9 energy, loyal, leaders, lots of willpower, strong, dependable, stubborn, blunt, gaslights a lot, can be violent, communicates poorly, too judgmental of others, petty

The Tiger: masculine, good health (unless numerology goes against this), sexiest sign, good fighters/strong, strong/muscular build/fitness model body, good at body building, go getters, smooth talkers, born leader, age gracefully, they have it the hardest in the usa (the usa was founded in their enemy sign year which is the year of the monkey), most likely to cheat (especially the men), childlike temper tantrums, know it alls, aggressive

The Cat: easily understands people/natural psychologist, observant, great designers, kind, creative, stealthy, quick witted, good chess players, third smartest sign, strong money maker, shouldn’t eat eggs or chicken, pessimistic, selfish, plays lots of mind games, often insecure

The Dragon: charismatic, adventurous, intelligent with the choices they make in life, sexy, energetic, powerful, confident, masculine, great fighters, bossy, rude, complicated at times, too demanding, arrogant

The Snake: wisest sign, intuitive, seductive, calm, second most influential/persuasive sign, observant, analytical, vengeful, best liars/manipulators, holds grudges, gets jealous easily

The Horse: very hard workers (workhorses), positive, animated, energetic, warm-hearted, has it the hardest in the matrix since its enemy sign is the rat (the sign the matrix favors), stubborn, superficial, self centered, impatient, impulsive, very delusional or in denial constantly

The Goat: most likely to gain wealth other than the rat (even more than its friend signs the cat and pig), the most good looking sign, most influential/persuasive sign, nurturing/caring, romantic/flirtatious, fun energy, go with the flow, usually into both spirituality and religion (they dabble into it all), funny, high maintenance, manipulative, lazy, has a hard life, lots of anxiety, gullible, emotionally sensitive/the softest sign, needs to constantly be pampered, shouldn’t be aggressive because it ends bad

The Monkey: smartest sign, popular, funniest sign, sociable, intuitive, brave, very curious, plays games with people, selfish, liars, egotistical, untrustworthy at times, always trying to get in others business

The Rooster: confident, humorous, loyal, one track minded, passionate, independent, observant, outgoing, talkative, narcissistic, control freak, bad temper/overly aggressive at times, hypocritical, picky

The Dog: very hard working, loves attention, loyal, honest, protective of the people they love, committed to the people they love, reliable, witty, helpful, overly aggressive, exaggerates stories, stubborn at times, always paranoid

The Pig: humble, strong money maker, responsible, luckiest sign, creative, classy, foodie/food lover, they love sex, tolerant, intelligent, friendly, easily influenced by others, promiscuous, overly materialistic, laziest sign, second most likely sign to cheat, naive, overly emotional, flaky

Vietnamese Elements

Metal: always looks out for loved ones, perseverant, independent, must create their own success, enjoys their freedom, enjoys comfort, stubborn, wants a romantic partner that they can control, too demanding at times, stubborn

Water: creative, intuitive, sensitive, adaptive, empathetic, sympathetic, gains others trust easily, likable, talkative, everyone feels special around them, tries to hard to make everyone around them feel happy which can lead to sadness, people follow their lead, influences others minds easily, passive aggressive, emotionally manipulative

Wood: optimistic, open minded, good at socializing, active, confident, organized, family oriented, good marriage partner, good friends/colleagues, gets attached quickly, always improving as a person, overworks themselves, passive aggressive, gullible

Fire: ambitious, determined, leader, strong, seductive, attracts people to them easily, enthusiastic, very giving in relationships, inspires others easily, affectionate, adventurous, competitive, optimistic, always stresses, impatient, gets mad quick

Earth: wise, patient, loyal, trustworthy, perfectionist, stable, always makes challenging sacrifices for others, good at giving advice, serious, goes based on logic rather than emotions, controlling

[thistooisphanyuri]

I’m at the cluuuub

I need danandphilcrafts analytical essays

But in a sexy way

[krewekreep]

2.7K Words. tags: Committed Relationship AU, Date Night/Car Sex AU, (Ownership kink??? I don’t know wtf I’m talking about), Your man asks if he can get you tatted on him.

“Can I get your name tattooed?” You almost spit your drink out at the question. You turn to your boyfriend absolutely stunned. “A tattoo? O-Of what?” You couldn’t believe how casual he was as if he wasn’t essentially asking to be imprinted. He shrugged his shoulders saying, “I don’t know maybe your name? Maybe a symbol or honestly whatever you want to see on me.” You stared analytically at him. Was this his attempt at a prank or your sincere realization your man was crazy. “Are you serious? Where would you get it? What if people see it and ask about it? Oh my- boy youre wildin’ right now.” You had to laugh. This was the most outrageous he could’ve ever been but nothing really about his expression changed. If anything he seemed a bit disappointed at your reaction. You saw the slight fall of his eyes, oh no he’s deadass.

You sat back sincerely considering your man with your name on his body. What seemed the most appealing? His face? Absolutely not…his neck? Maybe but kinda ghetto. As if fixating on the perfect sketch you cleared several versions of it through your head: arms, back, legs, hands. You thought of the big words branded across men like Tupac or Cholos, and while absolutely hot…it didn’t suit him. You thought of how sexy tattoos were ones that peeked out—those conversations starters when you just can’t get the image of it without a full closer inspection. You thought of his ribs, his collar bone, his wrists…what seemed an awkward silence for him was a deep meditation that led you to consider it now with more excitement than consolation.

“Okay,” you returned to him with your considerations. “I thought about tattoos of all kinds all over you…it’s pretty hot.” He rolled his eyes at you. “No-no,” you went for his thigh grabbing it in reassurance. “I’m so serious right now.” It was hard in your very unserious, light hearted relationship to maintain a kind of sincerity that wouldn’t send the both of you laughing your heads off. You understood he really liked the idea of it and you didn’t mean to have shut him down. He heard you. Trying his best to not openly forgive you because his pout earned him a pleading and yearning partner. He liked when you made up to him. “Y/N,” his face fell. “It really hurt me.” A cold wind caught him and his face sunk so deep you thought he would wither away. “Baby, I’m serious. You would look so good but I had to think on what suited you.” His ears perked up a bit, raising a quizzical brow towards you but still sulking. You sat up in the car seat leaning over to grab his face and kiss him all over. Before whispering which spots had riled you up the most you kissed him deeply running a finger across his ear which sent a shiver through him.

“So I thought about the obvious: your face, your arms, your hands. I thought I liked something being on your ribs or your wrists. I still do BUT I decided top two goes to the collar bone or your fingers.” He had to scoff to himself. Of course you chose the most sensitive, possibly painful areas. You didn’t have tattoos yourself, not against them, but not up for the possible pain at all. He, on the other hand, was very tatted including a full sleeve. It was his thing so to speak so the idea of getting your name tatted seemed less and less crazy. “Hmmm, you like those places?” He watched your eyes linger on his neck and clavicle wishing to decorate him in hickies to show your earnestness. “Mmhmm.” You touched along his neck and collarbones earning a muffled groan. He twitched under your tickling fingers watching you dazed.

You unlocked your seat belt and leaned over grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into a sloppy, eager kiss. “You sure?” He always is the one to double, triple, quadruple check. “Yes baby,” you pull away to look him in the eyes. “I just immediately thought of those huge ass ones you see people get on social media.” You scoffed a bit thinking of images of blazing red skin with huge cursive names. You had no issue if it were family members or even friends, but lovers? Seemed a bit too close to branding and ownership, and you never knew of a lasting relationship with that going on.

Unbeknownst to you your bae’s absolute acceptance of being yours. He heard once of someone in the media proving his love to his new girl by tatting his dick…. He thought long and hard about it…honestly into it. And had you thrown that out there, even if a pure joke—He’d win by trolling you with your name inked large across his length. He’d fuck you into the mattress, dick hitting your cervix unknown to you until pillow talk time. How’d he’d thank both Y/Ns for the fabulous time tonight. How he knew you’d snap up and throw the blankets away quizzically investigating his cock. How he loved the idea of not telling you at all…seeing how long it took before you’d scream in astonishment lamenting his idiotic love struck ways. But he’ll settle for now.

He liked the idea of his fingers…closest thing he had comparable to his dick given their own girth and length. How two fingers were genuinely too much for you until you grew fully accustomed to his cock. How when he tried to enter a third once you winced looking back at him like the devil. “Don’t piss me off,” you spat closing your eyes with a lifted warning brow. “You know you be trying to do too much.” He was sympathetic but horny. And had the worst kind of fantasies pinning you in all sorts of positions, crumbling you up into a sex ball. You were so beautiful all the time. Now sitting in his car at the top of a parking garage, after an amazing night out where you both seemed to fall in love all over again. He really felt compelled to ask, damn near blurting the question out. “Would you get a tattoo of my name?” You didn’t have to think long this time. “Nope. Not your name.” His face fell, he couldn’t even hide it. You knew what you were doing leaning over to reach your hand in between his legs, cupping his balls and dick easily. “I’d get a symbol for you. Or like an animal. You know I like subtle things.” You rub his tip through his pants almost luring a whimper from him. He swallowed hard. “Tell me more.” “What? I don’t know there’s really so many things I associate with you or us…I weirdly want it to be perfect. I want it to mean I love you, I trust you, and thank you all at once. Not my fault I’m sentimental.” You tease yourself and him laughing softly. “I’m just…actually happy as fuck to know you’d consider it. You don’t have to, baby girl.” “Aht aht,” you tisk. “Already in motion, you know I was thinking about finally getting one too? So I’ll really think about it and I want your help okay??”

How could you look at him so innocently when your hands were making it hard to keep his eyes open. How could you so lovingly declare all this as he adjusts his waist to more firmly plant himself in your palm. How you squeeze him ever so slightly eliciting a full blown moan. You wanted him bad. The night out, the drinks, the conversation over ice cream, now sitting with your love as the night sky passed on. It was perfect. You leaned up in the seat on your knees, reaching over him to crank his seat back. It went down smoothly and he set both arms behind his head. Ready for you to handle him however you pleased.

You leapt over onto him sitting flush on his extremely hard, bulging length. You cooed at the sensation of pressure against your clit slowly grinding against him. He didn’t wanna control you this time but it was hard to not go to grab at you, to which you swatted his reaching hungry arms away. “Uh uh,” was all you had to say. You needed him inside you now. You lifted your hips, giving you space to undo and unzip his pants. You learned with him he doesn’t put on underwear all the time. And considering how his outfit squeezed him all over perfectly—You didn’t want your favorite guy all smothered and claustrophobic. He needed to breathe didn’t he?? His dick agreed hungrily leaping out his pants thwacking against his belly. You spit in your hand taking him in it with a sloppy dribble of saliva falling to his tip. He shivered throwing his head back. You pumped him swirling your thumb over his blazing leaking tip. He was nothing more than a mumbling, groaning, praising mess. “Fuck, you know what you doing, Y/N.” He can’t help himself. He knows you like to treat him like this, like your little bitch.

His chest was lifting and lowering so erratically. His abs tensing and sweat brimming all over his skin. He wanted to get inside you, fuck your hands. “Mmm, baby please.” He cooes. “Sit on me baby, I need to feel that.” You obeyed swiftly giving him a few more hard pumps making his head lift as his mouth was agape breathlessly. “I got you. You know I do.” You lifted up, your ass facing the windshield. You pulled your panties to the side with one hand, still keeping the other on his waiting cock. He watched you in awe, how fierce you were when you wanted him. How he loved how loud you were and couldn’t wait to hear his name ring his ears as your shameless calls for him filled the car.

You lifted his dick vertical to your pussy, squatting down meeting his hot wet tip to your soaking loving core. When he entered it felt like heaven. What little stress you had already gone, so it was nothing for you to bounce down on him roughly. Both of you yelping at the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix. “Hey, be gentle. Don’t hurt yourself.” He said cautiously. He didn’t care about himself but you? No, don’t hurt yourself or even discomfort yourself just to feel him.

He took extreme pride in treating you like a princess even declining trying degradation. You, a bit too persistant at a point causing him to snap: “You can like what you like but I’m not degrading you. That’s my last word about it. Find someone else if it’s that big of a deal.” He was frustrated and regretted the last sentence the minute he finished. How he couldn’t face you cause he knew tears had fallen. How you gasped at his rejection and meanness, storming out of his apartment. How the minute the door slammed he rushed to his phone calling you profusely. How he showed up to your place with tears of his own. How he kinda maybe went a little too crazy banging on your door like a madman demanding to talk to you. When then as you opened the door warning of a police call for disturbance he blew past you into your living room. How he kinda scream talked his way through admitting he was so in love with you, so literally stuck on you he couldn’t imagine himself talking down on you. It just wasn’t him.

How you just wanted him to calm down and that you understood. You really did. Reaching towards your bellowing boyfriend cooing him to cry it out in your bosom. How he ended up more upset than you just because he felt awful even snapping at you like that. How you rolled your eyes at yourself thinking while he might be domineering he was a big ole baby. How you told him you accepted his apology, leaning him away from you and hitting your knees to suck him off. How he broke through the tears saying he didn’t even deserve this but you shut him up with a swirl of your tongue.

How now he had no choice but to give you the entire fucking world. How you unlocked a kink of being dominated for him. Sitting back with his head resting up, watching you use him to your delight. How his cock twitched inside you and his hips lifted in mindless splendor. The car nothing but an enclosed cacophony of praise, I love you’s, and the sloppy slick of your fluids as they kept you two sticky and connected. The weight of your ass on his pelvis as his hands guided you up and down. How your head was thrown back like an animal, calling out to him how only his cock could make you feel this way. How he demanded you say more, more about him and his dick and how useful he was to you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” you couldn’t even think straight. Your mind overwhelmed with the orgasm you actually didn’t want to reach yet. Truly how sweet his cock met the ridges of your pillowy heat. You really didn’t want to stop but when you gazed at him he was as gone as you. His eyes closed tight, so tight you almost told him relax. His arms extended, flexing every active vein as he held your ass while you began growing even wetter around him. “Ain’t no way,” his hips stall slightly. “You’re so fucking wet, it doesn’t even feel like I’m in you. Ah, you so fucking good to me baby girl.” You knew by his fighting vocals he was about to cum. His previous warning to take it easy was nothing but noise as you began throwing your pussy down against him. You wanted to cum how you wanted to cum. “Baby, no, I—“ a pathetic accepting mess he was. They better not complain in the morning, he thought. And let you bounce on him mercilessly slapping against him loudly with a bit of a sting. You wanted to feel it in your throat and you did. That rare (less rare with him now your partner) special confusing but absolutely mind numbing pleasure. You seized around him, chocking his cock as you came hard. Your entire body shook now exhausted as you could only just sit on him letting him finish. You bounced as his dick drove in you sloppier and sloppier. “Oh fuck,” his own body now quaking, ropes of semen making your belly warm as your pussy hugged him wanting all he had.

His body went limp and so did yours. You fell on his chest with little concern, nuzzling into his neck peppering him with kisses. “I told you…I told you to not to go so hard…” he scolded wiping his dripping face with his arm. “Mmhmm,” was your only response soon falling asleep with him still inside you. You bundled up so innocently considering the mad woman you had just been. Pleased, full, and ready to cuddle him proper back home.

He kisses you on the forehead, still catching his breath although it is increasingly becoming balanced. You were already about to knock out. “Baby?” He cooed. “Let me put you in the back seat okay? Just rest until we get home, okay?” How now you were his baby princess again. Whatever you wanted, whatever you needed you got. How you mumbled nothing coherent barely able to lift yourself off of him. A bit awkward since you literally couldn’t move but once he laid you down, making sure your legs were comfortable, he kissed you passionately. You couldn’t really kiss back but you did pucker your lips with what little strength you had. He smirked to himself fixing his thankful dick back in his pants and getting in the drivers seat. Keys in the ignition, your couples playlist auxed on low, and a big dumb smile on your lover’s face. “How could I ever disrespect you goofy?” The most he’d ever insult you laughing as he pulls out the parking garage heading on home.

Who: GOJO, CHOSO, Zoro, Nanami, EREN, BAKUGO, Human INUYASHA, Ichigo + whoever else is this love dumb.

[astr0logywh0r3]

• astrology observations •

⍟ sagittarius risings can be intimidating because they have strong personalities and don’t hold back from showing it

⍟ lilith square ascendant, when younger, does not feel like they can either 1.) fit in because of who they are/their physical appearance 2.) be themselves or who they truly are because there are serious restrictions that hold them back from that ….or both. when they get older and become free from whatever held them back in their childhood they become really sexy and confident people. they can be seen as kind of bitchy or polarizing but in a way that people enjoy or find attractive …or can’t help but be attracted to even if they don’t want to be. i also feel like lilith square ascendant gives really severe insecurity issues that stem from a large rejection wound. (i have this aspect)

⍟ idk if this is just me but i find that wider orbs don’t mean that a particular aspect in someone’s chart is “less relevant”. in fact, i’ve seen the contrary. that super tight orbs make less sense to me and then i see a wider orb that does make sense.

⍟ sometimes i feel like people with scorpio energy can see things in black and white ways. and they might judge others who aren’t as analytical as they are.

⍟ i think jupiter in the 1st is a huge indicator of beauty. i see this in the charts of so many physically gorgeous people.

⍟ venus in the 8th house gives morticia addams energy

⍟ people with lilith aspecting their moon are extremely charming and can be seen as likable easily

⍟ scorpio moons have squinty, cat-like eyes

⍟ pisces moons have dreamy eyes

⍟ scorpio mc or pluto in the 10th is like the sex symbol placement

⍟ lilith in sagittarius is like the hedonistic, free spirit. they don’t like being tied down by things like religion, institutions, etc.

⍟ uranus in 7th house might have a hard time with commitment in their relationships. they could be seen as elusive or like they can’t be tied down when it comes to romantic partners.

⍟ capricorn risings are naturally born with extremely slender or petite figures. they’re tiny people.

⍟ aries risings have a lot of energy. they come off as very 🎇🔥‼️ ex. billie eilish

⍟ mars in scorpio people can have dark humor or just a strange humor in general that has an underlying twisted-ness or sarcasm to it. ex. aubrey plaza, joaquin phoenix

⍟ mars in cancer always have a softness/sensitivity to them that others can feel

⍟ i would say the best way to get back at a scorpio mars or just a person with a lot of scorpio placements who you upset or you had beef with is to outright ignore them. like …just literally don’t look at them. don’t let them see you looking at them. act like you don’t care. this will make them think you have the power in the situation and will piss them off/drive them crazy like nothing else.

⍟ venus-lilith people are physically beautiful or have beautiful bodies. something about their physical appearance is desirable in the eyes of others.

⍟ moon aspecting asc can be just as dreamy and have a highly similar effect as neptune aspecting asc

[arrenlebanen777]

☾ASTRO OBSERVATIONS/ANIME EDITION ☽

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/5t139ZsNjflRbmZoyFmEwE?si=e3accdf4c4724679 I made this post listening to this! ☾People with too powerful Mars can manifest like a double-edged sword. The immense internal pressure to achieve success can generate fear of failure and inaction, which often leads to procrastination. Additionally, the excess of this energy without a proper outlet can sometimes be overwhelming, potentially leading to frustration and depression.

☾I've seen that women who have lots of Venusian and Saturnian energy in their charts usually emanate an energy and physique quite similar to that of Makima from Chainsaw Man (Very bossy, sensual, cold, with a dark aura).

☾And the men I've seen with heavy Saturn and Mars influence in their charts express a very similar energy to Kishibe from Chainsaw Man over time (Cold, serious, dominants, competent, sexy).

☾And people who have lot's of Aries and Lilith influence in their charts are very similar to Garou from One Punch Man on personality and energetically (Aggressive, impulsive, arrogant, individualists, with a lot of energy).

☾People who have a very strong (painful) Chiron mixed with powerful placements have an energy quite similar to that of Yuta Okkotsu from JJK (Shy, lots of potential, brave, sensitive, nervous).

☾I have seen that women who have heavy influence of Virgo, Cancer and Scorpio in their chart are very similar to Princess Mononoke (Intense, emotionally defensive, protective, emphatic but very critical).

☾I've seen people who are Aquarius dominant with Scorpio influence tend to be similar to Kusakabe from JJK (Serious, detached, very analytical, easily irritated, strong, get the ick easily).

☾Once i met a girl who had Mars in almost exact conjunction with Pluto and Lilith, and she looked too much like Toga from Boku no Hero, energetically and physically.

☾Men with too much earth in their charts are quite similar to Saitama from One Punch Man (stable, stoics, slow, ambitious, detached, very grounded).

☾Lilith on hard aspect to ascendant/Mars dominant men can emanate this kind of energy when they like you (Toji from JJK).

☾Too much mercurial and scorpionic energy in a chart can operate like this (Plus with some heavy Saturn influence) like Light from Death Note (Very cautious, serious, experts manipulators, grounded but usually their overthinking is reality).

☾Once i met a woman who was Pisces Sun with Aries Mars in 8th house and she was identical to Nobara from JJK (Very dreamy, raw sex appeal, magnetic, very energetic, brute, and funny).

Thats it for today!

[gunnrblze]

My little COD Ghosts sexy time/kink head cannons. (I’m ovulating, just bear with me, I think I lost the plot like 9 times)

My husband Hesh is rather vanilla in bed, but has a couple kinda oddball things (oddball to him lol) he’s fantasized about. It’s still something on the more tame side of kink, but I like to think his favorite kind of sex is romantic missionary but he also kinda wants to spank you sometimes or yap about getting you pregnant (whether you even can, want too, etc, doesn’t matter as long as you’re into it). He may or may not even admit it, but it plagues the inner corners of his mind (he’s shy methinks). He tries to hold back his noise, but if he’s desperate enough the man is VOCAL (he gets very desperate lol). Also down to try most positions, preferably if he can still see your face though. If you ever DO get pregnant by this man though, in a planned capacity, he will dick you down in a way that has you questioning how well you really know him, that dick will be FERAL!

My sweetheart Logan gets down I fear…I just know this man will have you in any room of the house, in any position. Loves to fuck you against the wall? Yeah. I think he’d also like being a little submissive sometimes. Like, tell him what to do, get a little bossy, if you catch him in the right mood he’d definitely get on his knees at the drop of a hat for you. I like to think he’s still not much of a talker during sex, but in lieu of little verbal communication, he can read your body like an open book. Soooo in tune with your reactions, it’s second nature for him to observe you like that. He can give head like it’d resurrect Christ himself though, do not let that man’s head between your legs unless you wanna ascend to heaven. (You def do.) Like a good soldier, he follows directions…

Keegan? This guy doesn’t play, he knows what he likes and he wants you to enjoy yourself too. He doesn’t see the point if it’s not mutual enjoyment, he’s gotta make you cum. I like to think he’d engage in some kink, also on the ‘tamer’ side, spanking, dirty talk, maybe a blindfold or some handcuffs here and there. I think he’d be willing to try/consider a lot of different things though if you asked. Avid pet name user, will “sweetheart” “love” “pretty/good girl/boy” you to death. Dick game is mean though, like I see him having an average amount of experience for a man his age, but he gets DOWNNN. Loves giving head, could probably bust just from watching you lose your mind over it. I’m a Keegan Russ soft dom truther.

Merrick gives me similar vibes to Keegan, except I feel like this man would secretly be a bit freaky once you guys have been intimate for a while lol. Like for a while it’s pretty conventional, but then once he’s well acquainted, he’ll manhandle and flip you in any position, order you about, whisper all kinds of shit to you… this man can yap methinks. Dirty talk comes so natural to him. (I think he has a thing for spanking too, sue me.) Naturally has that domineering energy but will lean into it more if you want. You’re absolutely his sweetheart during sex though, chronic “is this okay?” “does this feel good?” “do you like that baby?” user. Loves to praise too methinks, “you’re doing so good” “just like that” “there ya go, baby” etc etc.

Kick definitely gives me FREAK vibes, but in an almost controlled way if that makes sense? Very straightforward with it lol, like if you’ve got any kind of kink or scene fleshed out, he’s almost a little mechanical and analytical with it. Not because he isn’t connected in the moment, but because he’s SO turned on he’s observing you like you’re an act of god, a literal dog salivating at your feet, trying not to bust too quickly. Giving me that “focused but unfocused” energy. (You can’t convince me he wouldn’t like car sex too.) He can definitely have intimate, emotionally charged sex too, especially if he’s locked in with you.

Elias my beloved, he’s gotta be a sweetheart lol. I like to think him and Mrs. Walker had sweet married couple shit going on. I don’t really see him being into anything on the kinky side, but would prob dom you a little if he was in a mood. But this man can fuck ykwim? You need a soul mending experience? Get that man in your bed asap. If you two are mutually in love that dick will change your life fr, the Walker sons were made with care LMAO. (Loves finishing inside you if able, something triggers the primal ‘marking my territory’ part of his brain…)

Rorke is NASTYYY lol. This man would have the nastiest, freak sex with you, change my mind. I can see him being down to try sooo many things, like if you need that perv shit, he’s your guy. He’d def be into dom/sub things, and I can see him liking semi-public type stuff, the thrill of being seen/caught and what not. The mouth on this man is dirtyyyy, teases you relentlessly. If he loves you though, I think it sobers him a bit because he wants to worship your ass completely. Can also have slow, sappy romantic sex if the time is right. Will guide you and sweet talk you heavy. Loves getting head, and overall is a grunter lollll