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packing it up

–hi! this is officially my first tumblr fic, i thought of this when listening to “packing it up” by gracie abrams (i’m actually so obsessed with that song) and thought it really fit jake. i would love some feedback if you stop by for a read :-) warnings: jake seresin x reader. straight fluff. maybe slight angst if you really squint and tilt your head. she/her pronouns used. no use of y/n. probably grammatical errors :/.

Summary: Jake Seresin had always been the kind of guy who kept everyone at arm’s length, no matter how cocky or confident he came off as. He’d learned the hard way that getting too close meant eventually getting hurt. But when you walked into his life, everything changed. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was timing, but one thing was certain: you happened when he needed it the most.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had always been fine on his own. Hell, he preferred it that way. He had his wings, his crew, and the endless rush of being a Top Gun pilot. It wasn’t that he didn’t want something more—it was just that life had a way of showing him that when things were going right, something was bound to go wrong.

So he kept his distance. He kept things casual, whether it was with women or friends. There was no need to get too attached when it always ended leaving him with nothing but disappointment.

But then you happened.

Jake didn’t believe in fate, not really. He’d always chalked up the little moments in life to coincidence, never willing to put too much stock into anything that couldn’t be explained by logic and reason. But the first time he saw you, that stubborn, independent look in your eyes as you stood sticking out like a sore thumb at the Hard Deck, he knew something had shifted.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t need to impress anyone, didn’t care about what others thought of you. You were grounded, real. And that had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. You made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

It had started slowly. “Accidentally” running into you on his way to the jukebox to play the same song for the third time that night (really just to be near you and the girlfriend you were with), the way you didn’t let him get away with his usual one-liners when he offered to buy you a drink. At first, Jake tried to keep it friendly, and nothing more. You were a civilian. His lifestyle was chaotic, unpredictable. He couldn’t promise you anything, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend he could.

But every time you smiled, every time your eyes sparkled with something that wasn’t pity or curiosity, he felt his walls crumble just a little more. You didn’t need him to be perfect. You didn’t want him to fix his shit or his cocky behavior. You just wanted him.

And that scared the hell out of him.

It was a week before he was set out for a month-long mission. He had spent nights staring at the ceiling of his room, wondering what it would feel like to be somewhere stable, maybe even back in Texas. To be somewhere that didn’t cause the slightest of fear to bubble up. To be with someone who didn’t see him as just a flight suit or a handsome pilot.

That was when you called.

He picked up on the first ring, having a specific ringtone just for you, but he swore to himself that it was just a friendly thing to do. Nothing more.

“I was thinking about you,” you said, your voice familiar and warm, like a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. “I thought maybe… you could come by? If you have the time before you leave?”

Jake hesitated. The thing with you was that you didn’t make demands. You didn’t chase. But he could hear it in your voice—an uncertainty that he’s never gotten from you. It made him pause.

And for the first time in months, Jake felt like he wasn’t running from something. He was running toward it.

He showed up, not because you asked, but because he needed to know what it felt like to have someone who cared. Someone who saw him for who he was underneath the persona he sometimes had a hard time losing.

That night, you had sat by the sand close to the Hard Deck. A place that had become common ground for the two of you. The air was cool, a slight breeze blanketing the two of you. Jake had never felt more at peace, and it terrified him. You were sitting so close, your shoulders brushing, but you weren’t rushing him. You didn’t pressure him to talk about the things he didn’t want to, and you didn’t pry into the past he so carefully guarded.

It wasn’t until you laughed at something he said—genuine and unforced—that something inside him broke. The walls. The distance. The shields he’d carried for so long.

“I wasn’t looking for anything,” Jake admitted suddenly, his voice low. “I didn’t want anything. I thought I was better off alone.”

You tilted your head, looking at him with those understanding, yet curious, eyes. “And now?”

“Now,” Jake whispered, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t explain, “I don’t think I want to be alone anymore.”

Things changed after that night. It wasn’t instant; it was slow, careful, like testing the water before jumping in. He wasn’t used to that. Jake didn’t do vulnerability, and you didn’t demand it. But with every conversation, every shared moment, you both let your guard down just a little more.

There were nights when Jake would wake up in the middle of the night, startled, only to find you lying next to him, breathing softly, looking so peaceful that it almost felt like a dream. It was new for him, having someone so close to him, a feeling that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. One that he found himself craving all the same.

One night, as the sun dipped low in the sky, the two of you found yourselves at the Hard Deck, one of the rare nights that the rest of the Dagger Squad wasn’t accompanying the two of you. It was quieter than usual.

Jake looked over at you, your laughter filling the space between the songs. There was a moment of stillness, a pause where he realized just how much he needed this. He needed you.

He was so damn close to packing it up and walking away from everything just to protect himself from the mess he was making, but then… you happened.

“I swear I wasn’t looking for someone,” Jake muttered under his breath, and you tilted your head, giving him that soft smile that made everything feel right.

“I wasn’t either,” you replied, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing together with a familiarity that made his chest ache.

“I’m glad we found each other anyway,” Jake said, his voice thick with the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words.

You leaned in closer, resting your head on his shoulder as the warmth of the bar surrounded you both. For once, Jake didn’t feel the need to run. He didn’t need to pretend. You were right there with him, steady and real, and that was enough.

“I hope we get everything we could ask for,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the room. “Even if it’s just… this. Right here.”

Jake smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think we’re already there.”

And for the first time in a long time, Jake Seresin felt like he was finally home.

i hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing it! it was a bit tricky for me at first, but I think I really love the way it came out! feedback always appreciated!

[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Wolf Moon in Cancer ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

The first FM of 2025, although aenergetically still a full moon of the previous year, the Full Wolf Moon was in Cancer on 14th January. Food is scarce during winter and the wolves howl more because of that🐺My gosh, aren’t we hungry for more sustenance?🍕Amazingly, the Cancer aenergy is all about food and nutrition!🥗Starting this FM, you may feel the urge to develop a healthier relationship with food and sustenance~♦︎

The world is healing and so many people are elevating spiritually, and with that, our awareness of the relationship between what we consume and how that affects the mind and body grows correspondingly. The true revolution of humanity is Environmentalism!🫒This is also a time the Full Moon invites us to reconsider what we individually deem as ‘healthy work-life balance’. It’s a good idea to move the body more and/or create things with our very own hands; reminds modern people what it means to be…Human. To be actively human🤸‍♀️

If you’ve ever sustained some kind of trauma related to ‘hard work’ in which you felt underappreciated⚰️or that your efforts gave you no gain whatsoever in return💰and all that you got was heartache…💔this FM in Cancer is inviting you to reframe that trauma🧬Starting this year, if and when it suits you, try to 'get back to nature' by refamiliarizing yourself with touching real materials or making real things that stimulate the creativity through motion~♪

You are Human—you're supposed to emote a lot🏄‍♀️And most of all, whilst learning to ‘live again’, so to speak, remember that your T.I.M.E is essentially unlimited as you live fully in the present moment~♡

move: Ballerina CORE & POSTURE Workout by Everyday Ballet

make: Those Famous Blue Chinese Bowls Come From This Town by Goldthread

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Pile 1 – The Reclamation of Individual Thought!

pizzaaa: New York Pizza Vs. Italian Pizza by Joshua Weissman

mind – 7 of Cups

You are such a gentle Soul—and most likely identify as an altruist?🕊There’s a chance you have significant Mercury/Virgo/6H or Venus/Libra/7H placements. You’re the type of person who genuinely values every person’s individual thought, input and opinions on a matter. Actually, you’re a natural-born peacemaker and this penchant for listening and appreciating people’s individual preferences is in essence a display of your deep empathy and incredible intelligence🦌

Buutt…a little downside to this is that you sometimes put yourself last. You don’t think you’re important enough or you simply get confused. Thing is, if you never took the chance to prioritise your own ideas, perceptions and opinions on a matter, you’d never matter either🦑And that wouldn’t be fun at all, because deep down, you yearn to be recognised as someone unique who has a plethora of interesting perspectives!⚖️

The Full Wolf Moon in Cancer has sent an invitation for you to gradually develop a sense for individual thinking🍳Check out the strengths and uniqueness of your Mercury sign and placement (as well as what it’s aspected with) and find your validation for a very unique way you can communicate/express all of the wonderful ideas that are stored inside of YOU~🥘

body – 2 of Cups

Still within the realm of talking/eating here, oohh…someone needs to fix their relationship with food and learn balanced eating here🌞The Cancer/4H and Capricorn/10H axis is all about tradition and responsibility. Some of you tuning into this as your main pile may have dealt with varying levels of imbalance in the way you eat or how much you eat🥡This has everything to do with a forced sense of ‘control’ and ‘discipline’. In astrology, Cancer is mother and Capricorn is father—now go figure how this applies to your situation😉

This FM you’re being invited to reframe the ‘trauma’ that’s the root cause of this imbalanced eating, so to speak. It’s all emotional, honey. Eating disorders of any kind is rooted in the emotions—I’d suggest looking on YouTube some videos by Teal Swan on this topic; very enlightening🍵Anyway, you can also look up ways and methods to balance and strengthen your Sacral and Throat chakras. Eating and talking are all within the realms of those two chakra points🥭

Other than that, whether or not you have problems with eating enjoyably and sanely, this FM is also inviting you to rethink what tradition or custom means to you on a personal and spiritual level🍱

spirit – 10 of Pentacles Rx

All of this rumination that you’re being invited to partake in, ultimately will lead to developing a stronger sense for individual thinking🐉See? It’s all leading back to that. People naturally should be responsible for their own thoughts and decision making, irrespective of what kind of tradition or community they were born into. Freedom in thinking is man’s greatest treasure that should be cherished. This FM is simply inviting you to rediscover your sense of unique identity whilst being part of a community or any other kind of a collective🌕

The truth of the matter is—especially if this has been your main pile—you’re part of a group of Souls (ironic🤣) that are meant to break some rules in this Hyper Game. Now, if you’re going to break rules and customs, you need to know how they were built in the first place, then can you intelligently decide the values that are inconvertibly good and then discard or improve upon whatever no longer serves the Highest Good of the community🍊

You’re a System Buster. I know you know that deep within your Soul. As much as you care about people, also understand that YOU~ ain’t responsible for saving nobody. People don’t need saving as much as they need a reminding. If tomorrow extraterrestrials came down from the heavens, even they wouldn’t save nobody from the misery of their own creation—aliens most likely are just going to remind Humans that the only thing capable of saving them is just them quitting being so negative, conflicty and shitty in the first place🐀

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Pile 2 – Flirting with Life Because You Have a Lot to Offer~★

pizzaaa: Midnight Margherita Pizza in Naples by Jamie Oliver & Gennaro Contaldo

mind – King of Wands

‘Life is colourful!’🎨I feel like that’s the numero uno vibe that you’ve been enveloped in lately (or soon to experience) due to your own elevation in vibration. Other than elevation, you may have done something to further shield or protect yourself from all of the world’s low-vibrational thought and emotional patterns. In essence, if this is your main pile, you’ve done a massive spiritual purge—which seems to be a message that has been coming up a lot in the collective lately—and all of that shadow work, so to speak, is bearing fruits~🫐🍓🥝

With all of the limiting beliefs from which you’ve managed to set yourself free, you’ve come to a much, much deeper understanding of how your states of mind, moods, and sense of inspiration all hold the magical codes for co-Creation with the ever-benevolent Universe💫Essentially, what comes after that is either complete faith in the trajectory of your Destiny, or you’ve simply given up on feeling anxious about where you’re being led to, or both🦉Oh! Isn’t that so liberating~?🐣

Babe, people call something magic when they don’t understand its logic, but to those who do truly understand magic, quite everything about it is scientific🎼This year is all about you awakening more fully to the magic deep within, and seeing and experiencing for yourself how your physical Reality gradually aligns with your personal values and desires~🐾

body – 6 of Pentacles

Those of you who’ve been struggling financially, this FM was a gateway towards your physical abundance, for real. Basically, whether or not you were struggling financially, there was a sense of lack or limitation that was always making you feel unstable or insecure. You couldn’t always do or get what you needed when you needed it. Starting this FM—and yes, this is your theme throughout 2025—you’ll be seeing for real how your sense of ‘security’ or ‘abundance’ gets rectified by the Universe~⚖️

For some people, yes, it is about money or a job opportunity; for some others, this could revolve around time spent with loved ones, or even a greater sense of ease in pursuing your creative hobbies/interests. Bottom line is, trust that this FM in Cancer is opening up the floodgates of GOOD VIBES and confidence what will make your entire year so much easier to navigate. I sense that this in itself is just preparation for you to manifest something MUCH, MUCH, MUCH MORE VALUABLE than this peace of mind🚁

I’m hearing: before the summer, use this time to take very good care of your physical avatar. Eat whatever you like as much or as little as you want, and see for yourself what kind of eating habits suit you~🌭

spirit – 4 of Cups Rx

If this is your main pile, you surely have worked tirelessly at something that actually took away a great amount of JOY from your everyday Reality. I’m being told—and I’m being told that you need to really, really believe this—that all of the good times you’ve missed during survival or trauma healing or shadow work are going to be fully compensated by the abundant Universe🛍🎡🥂

Lately I’ve been seeing these vids on YouTube that have titles like: ‘God can make up for your lost time’ or something along those lines~🥞Maybe such ‘prophetic words’ could heal some of the emotional pain you’ve sustained during spiritual purging🍋It may seem endless at times, but if you’ve resonated with this pile so far, your Spirit Guides are insisting that your GOOD TIMES are chasing you hard this year🌊🌊🌊

With that said, keep the faith, act like it’s already yours—because it really already is; and most of all, know that you deserve all of this goodness because the ‘you’ now also have so much good to share with the world!🌟🌟🌟

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Pile 3 – Figuring Out More Deeply How the Matrix Works!

pizzaaa: How to Make Perfect Pizza by Gennaro Contaldo

mind – XIX The Sun

Wow! Two major arcana for you, boo~🍻But listen, Pile 3 aenergy is somewhat heavy in the sense that you do have a huge responsibility in this incarnation—and I’ve a feeling this is a pile not that many people are gonna choose or resonate with🦞

It’s very likely that this year you’re going to begin reuniting with your—let’s say… Soul Comrades? lol🦁These are the Souls that share multitudes of mission with you and of course many of them could be true Soul Fam, but there are just as many that aren’t necessarily family with you on a Soul level. This is big, ma man—if this is your main pile, you’re obviously an important, high-ranking Celestial who has infused your consciousness deep into the Earth-Matrix Experience (Human ver.) programme🐦‍🔥🐲

Did you know that you came here to hijack the Game—the System?👾Your entire Life you were learning to redirect aenergy and thought, as part of the liberation of Mankind’s collective consciousness. You’ve the ability/access to hijack back the matrices of evil and suffering by entering and rearranging codes in the Records!🕹

body – 9 of Pentacles

Now this FM being in the Cancer-Capricorn axis—the axis of traditional values—you may have felt a deep desire to ‘touch grass’ more lol🍃The last time Pluto was in Capricorn, or when Capricorn Pluto generation (equivalent of today’s Gen Alpha) were young adults, Humanity was in the Romantic Era. This era came right after the Industrial Revolution whereby intellectual young adults rebelled against rapid ‘modernisation’ by deliberately returning to what was beautiful and poetic albeit impractical—but that is exactly the point, right?🌷

If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, chances are, you’re someone who inherently appreciates the beauty of the natural world🪺You could still be into technology and are appreciative of the ease of modern amenities, but deep down, you know that ‘modernity’ shouldn’t have to equal drabness or ugly buildings—or ugly everything on that matter🦚

What you’re being led to, aenergetically speaking, is an awareness of this mechanism of how ‘evil powers’ that are holding this Matrix hostage are deliberately making everything uglier so as to kill the Human Spirit🥀And thus, by realising this trick and noticing the patterns, you’re meant to rebel against the equilibrium of boredom by being weirder and more colourful still~🌈

spirit – VIII Strength Rx

What Humanity is going through right now, I’m sure you of all people understand that we’re watching the crumbling of the establishment that was founded on deceit and funded by lies, in real-time🍭That’s why economies are weakening and so many are struggling for food and other forms of basic necessities. But for you, Pile 3, it could be that you’ve been swimming in that exact frequency for a while…🧆

But starting this FM—and for the rest of the year if not the rest of your Life—you’re going to be so abundant now that you’ve finished gathering data for why the Human Matrix is filled with a ‘lack consciousness’—not just mindset but ‘consciousness’ altogether🍬Right now, there’s a sense of needing to rest… No, actually, from now on, you’ll always have the freedom to manipulate Reality—aenergy and timeline and such—in accordance to what you like, when you like it🍽

You aren’t doing this all by yourself, you know. Your Spirit Guides and Cosmic Ancestors are all in this with you. Anyway, learn to embrace this feeling of peace because you seem like you’ve forgotten🎂You have the power to choose to be so deeply grounded in your Divine Consciousness that nothing outside of that calm can shake your foundation~🥘

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Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3

introduction | previous | next PSA: this series deals with a lot of mental health struggles, but in this chapter, we delve deeper into more darker, sensitive topics. If you are in any way sensitive to subjects relating to: addiction, drugs/alc use/abuse, manipulation, infidelity, or feel in any way uncomfortable please do yourself a favor and skip over this for your own sake. ily all! take care of yourselves <3 ₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

ˋ°•*⁀➷˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 19. 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓚𝓔𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖 ⍣ ೋ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ... wc: 4.8k

Of all the things Ino regretted in his life, the one that stood above the rest - the one that clawed at him in quiet moments and loomed over every misstep - was befriending Naoya Zen’in.

If he could go back in time and make it never happen, he would in a heartbeat. Becoming friends with Naoya was his ultimate mistake, a blunder with consequences he feared he could never fully escape from.

When Ino was five, he and his mother moved into a run-down condo in a dingy corner of suburban Tokyo. It was a fresh start for his mother, freshly divorced and struggling to make ends meet. The condo was small, the walls thin enough to hear every argument and every sob from the neighbors. The plumbing was unreliable, and the residents fell into two distinct camps: those who pried too much into others' lives or those who preferred to keep to themselves in a manner that screamed... sketchy. It was perfect for the two of them.

When Ino was five, he moved into a run-down condo in suburban Tokyo with his mother, freshly divorced and trying to make ends meet. The walls were thin, the plumbing was unreliable, and the neighbors were either too nosy or entirely sketchy.

At the edge of their modest neighborhood stood an anomaly: a pristine Zen’in grandiose family mansion, with high gates and sprawling grounds. Its polished exterior seemed designed to mock the surrounding houses, towering over the other homes.

Inside that mansion was Naoya Zen’in, a boy born with a sharp tongue, an even sharper attitude, and a bank account that rivaled small nations. Even as a child, Naoya wielded his family’s wealth and status like a weapon. He was the kind of kid who had the newest toys, wore the best clothes, and flaunted his superiority with a confidence so unshakable it made the other kids resent him yet also crave his approval.

Ino was, admittedly, no exception.

At first, when Ino's mom began getting coffee on the regular with Naoya's mom, the Zen'in boy ignored Ino entirely. Ino was too quiet, too unpolished, and too beneath him. Ino was awkward, skinny, and wore his cousin's hand-me-down sneakers. He was nice, yeah, but he had nothing much to him, and he was not up to the standards Naoya held for his friends (though, to be fair, such standards were so high, he had no friends). Naoya barely even bothered glancing in Ino's direction.

One summer afternoon, the day after Ino's eighth birthday, things forever shifted. Ino accidentally kicked a soccer ball over their fenced lawn and into Naoya's pool. Panicked, Ino scrambled over the fence and snuck into their backyard, only to freeze when Naoya appeared, lounging on a deck chair like a king on his throne, sipping an overly sweet lemonade.

Naoya's smirk widened as he picked up the ball, holding it just out of the reach of the intruder. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today," Naoya hollered, a sly grin plastered across his face. "Try not to be such a klutz next time. I get second-hand embarrassment from you."

Ino, desperate for acceptance in a neighborhood where he already felt like an outsider, laughed along. His face was hot with embarrassment as he stammered an apology, but Naoya waved him off. "Relax," he rolled his eyes. "I guess you're not the worst person children can manage and get away with.

From that moment on, Naoya decided Ino was his new project - a loyal sidekick; a shadow to his bright, obnoxious spotlight.

Years passed and their dynamic remained largely the same. Ino played his part well. He laughed at Naoya's jokes, even the ones that made his stomach churn. He followed along when Naoya decided they were too good for the other neighborhood kids. He turned a blind eye in middle school, when Naoya began to wield his family's wealth and influence like a weapon, Ino found himself caught in the crossfire, complicit in ways he didn’t like to think about.

High school was where the cracks began to really show. One core reason for this was that Ino met you: someone who saw past his facade he wore around everywhere and made him feel like he could be more than just Naoya’s shadow.

Ino really thought he could take control of his own life when he began dating you. Month by month, however, he slowly lost his grip, slipping back into the behavior he knew best and blindly following Naoya's lead.

Naoya didn’t take kindly to this... distraction. So, he made every effort to be rid of it. He guilted Ino when he made plans with you, claiming he was choosing a random girl over his lifelong best friend. He would argue that Ino could do so much better and have someone so much more compliant, since you weren't wife material, too opinionated and outspoken. Naoya would complain whenever you were around, and when you weren't, he would somehow find ways to complain about you. He poisoned the air with snide comments until Ino began to doubt even his own feelings.

And though Ino tried to stand his ground - more so at the beginning of your relationship - he always caved in the end, too scared of losing the only friend he’d ever had, even if that friendship was toxic and led him to losing others. He felt he owed it to Naoya, who took him under his wing and shaped him to be well-liked from the awkward boy he once was. For that, in Ino's mind, whatever Naoya wanted from him never seemed too unreasonable. Naoya only exploited this weakness of Ino's, wielding their shared history like a leash.

Which meant hurting you.

It all became too much to handle, really. He loved you. He loved you so much. But Naoya had too much hold over his life and person, he was more of a puppet than a human being. It led him down a path he swore he would never go down, especially after what how his father treated his mother. Ino found himself partying nightly: different girls all over him, different substances effecting him, different places and DJs, yet all the feelings within him numbed to practically nothing. By becoming the one thing he swore he wouldn't, Ino finally found peace in his terrorizing mind.

Some may call the way Ino acted a self-fulfilling prophecy. Others may call it the effects of his father's actions. But nowadays, Ino likes to call it how it is: his own fault.

He knew what he was doing when he shit talked you, another girl on top of him. He knew these were the things Naoya loved to use against him, which was exactly what he did. When he felt Ino drifting apart, he would reel him back in the only way he knew how - leading to him sending you the video of the scene, and leading to six months of hell for both you and Ino.

But Ino knows he's responsible for all of that. He was always able to say no, even though it really felt like he couldn't. He was the one who let the girl all over him, he was the one who reciprocated her touchiness. He was the one who, knowing Naoya was recording, said whatever he wanted him to. He dug his own grave.

After that, for some unknown reason you stayed. Maybe you knew he was struggling and you wanted to try and help, or maybe you just had zero self-respect. All he knew was that he did not deserve you, but he was happy and ready to make a change. He was ready to become better for you.

Something about you was off, though. You were untrusting and hesitant, and the relationship was rocky with tension. You were quick to accuse him of cheating, you wanted nothing to do with Naoya, and you were, frankly, not doing the best mentally. He saw that, and he knew he was the cause.

Yet, for some reason, instead of changing for the better, he decided to dig himself a deeper hole. He delved further into his cycle of partying, girls, alcohol, drugs, Naoya, and then apologizing to you a couple times a week, promising he will be better.

You both knew he was lying, every time. For some reason, you still stayed.

The reality check for Ino came when Naoya hosted the prom afterparty junior year. It was supposed to be a celebration, but it turned into a disaster. Ino went to prom with you, and everything was great, and it was nice to have a night with just you, regardless of the unspoken tension, of course, but then the party happened.

Somewhere between the music and the drinks, Naoya handed Ino a pill, smirking. “Lighten up,” he said. "You need it."

What followed was a haze of colors and sensations, blurred edges and muffled sound. When the bathroom door slammed open and your face appeared - shock and heartbreak etched into every feature - Ino blinked down at himself, at the girl draped over him, and felt his world tilt.

The image of you standing there, eyes brimming with tears from the sting of betrayal, burned itself into his memory. No amount of Naoya’s empty laughter or substances could drown it out.

Now, years later, Ino couldn’t erase the mistakes he made under Naoya’s influence. The permanent shadow Naoya casted on his life was overwhelming and inescapable. But he also couldn’t escape them. Naoya’s shadow loomed large over his life, a constant reminder of every decision he wished he could undo. Naoya's intimidation, manipulation, and overall power had such a hold on Ino, he feared he would lose everything if he cut Naoya off.

But he already lost you.

He wasn't exactly sure when it clicked in his mind that he had control over his life. Maybe it was the existentialism unit in philosophy class senior year of high school, or maybe it was his frontal lobe finally developing further. It doesn't matter, though, because at some point, Ino knew he had to cut Naoya off, and he had every right to. He came to the realization that his life was in his control, not anyone else's, and especially not Naoya's.

Slowly, but surely, Ino stopped responding to Naoya's texts and answering his calls. At first, Naoya hadn't noticed, but after Ino ignored him for two entire days, the Zen'in came knocking at his door, yelling about how disrespectful he was being. Ino was about to give in again, but remembered he had to hold firm, or his life was never going to change from the miserable state it was in. He was graduated and attending college. He was an adult.

Naoya leaned against the doorframe of Ino’s house, his arms crossed and his signature smirk plastered on his face. ��You’ve been real quiet lately,” he sneered. “What, too good for me now that we're out of high school?”

Ino hesitated, his resolve once again wavering for a moment. Once he thought of all the nights he’d spent hating himself for letting Naoya control him, for hurting the people he cared about, he took a deep breath and stood straight up. If he feigned confidence, maybe he could feel confident.

“I’m done, Naoya,” he said, his voice firmer than he thought it would be. “Done with all of it. I’m not your sidekick anymore.”

Naoya’s smirk twitched, and for the first time, Ino saw a flicker of something resembling disbelief in his eyes. “Excuse me?” he said, his tone dangerously low.

“You heard me,” Ino said, stepping closer, growing bolder. “I’m not your servant. I’ve got my own life to live, and all you've done recently is fuck with it.”

Naoya’s face twisted into a sneer. “You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I’ve done for you? What, you think you're better than me?”

“Yeah, actually,” Ino said simply. “Because everything you’ve done for me came with a price. I'm not paying that shit anymore. Find a new minion.”

Naoya’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say another word. He turned on his heel and stormed off, slamming the wooden door behind him.

For the first time since he met his now ex-best(?) friend, Ino felt like he could breathe.

Until last night, standing in the backyard of the Sigma Pi frat party sipping on a lukewarm beer, Ino thought he could finally put that part of his life behind him. He was at a new school - college, Jujutsu University - with new people. It was the fresh start he needed. He was finally free from the chains of his childhood. He ended things with the girl he was halfheartedly dating since (and during) when he was with you, leaving the last crumbs of Naoya's influence behind. Things were looking up - he finally was in control again.

That was until Sukuna cornered him.

The air around the frat house was thick with the scent of spilled beer, cigarette smoke, and damp grass. Laughter, conversation, and music invaded the air, but it all seemed muted as Sukuna stepped into the dim glow of the backyard's string lights. His presence was suffocating. The man was an enigma, intimidating and unflinching, and utterly unapproachable. Ino's mind raced with what he could possibly say to him.

“You’ve got some nerve hanging around Zen’in, Beanie” Sukuna said, his voice a low growl.

Ah, there it is.

Ino froze. The nickname stung more than he cared to admit. “I’m not hanging around him,” he replied after a pause. He took a gulp of his drink, tightening his grip on the neck of the bottle. “Not anymore.”

“Not anymore,” Sukuna echoed, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips. He creeped a step closer and Ino instinctively shrank, the dark shadows on Sukuna's face making him look scary, almost inhuman. Sharp, red eyes bore into him. “You used to, though. Long enough to know how that shitty snake operates.”

“I made mistakes, okay,” Ino admitted, his voice quiet. His palms feel sweaty, as if they're losing their grip on his beer. Sukuna's unblinking stare makes it that much harder to talk. “But I’m not hanging around him. I'm not that person anymore.”

Sukuna chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest like distant thunder. "Mistakes," he echoed again, almost amused at the words spewing from the boy's mouth. "That’s a cute way of putting it. But the thing about mistakes, Beanie, is that they don’t just disappear because you’ve decided to grow a conscience."

Ino’s hands balled into fists at his sides, his fingernails clawing at the skin of his sweaty palms. He wanted to argue, or to tell Sukuna that he wasn’t the same weak, spineless kid who let Naoya control his life. But the truth was, he didn’t know how much of that was true. He was still figuring out who he was without Naoya’s shadow hovering over him and scrutinizing his every little move.

Sukuna leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Do y'know why I’m even wastin' my time talkin' to you right now?”

Ino shook his head, unable to form words under the intensity of Sukuna’s gaze. The movement is hurried, nerves making his movements jittery.

“Because Zen’in," he spits, "still thinks you’re his little bitch. He’s been sniffing around places he shouldn’t, thinking he’s untouchable. And you?” Sukuna jabbed a finger into Ino’s chest, the pressure just shy of painful. “You’re just a pawn in the cruel games he plays with other people's lives. I mean, why else would you be standing alone, outside, at a party like mine?”

Ino’s stomach dropped. He thought cutting Naoya off meant he was free, but Sukuna’s words planted a seed of doubt. Could Naoya still be using him somehow, even now?

“I’m not in his life anymore,” Ino said, his voice barely above a whisper, throat straining. His pulse quickened as his face settled on an expression somewhere between angry and ashamed. “I swear.”

Sukuna’s smirk returned, but it was colder this time. “You better not be. Because if I even think you’re involved in one of his schemes, I won’t bother warning you again.” His hand gripped Ino’s shoulder, his fingers digging in just enough to make his point clear. “And believe me, you don’t want me as an enemy.”

Ino nodded quickly, his throat dry. “I understand.”

"You ever hear what he did to my brother?” Sukuna’s voice cut through Ino’s spiraling thoughts like a freshly honed blade. The shift in his tone was subtle but lethal.

Sukuna’s grip tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed, as if daring Ino to answer incorrectly. Ino shook his head again, his voice trembling as he managed to whisper, “No, I haven’t.”

The pink-haired man let out a dark chuckle, releasing Ino’s shoulder with a rough shove that sent him stumbling back a step. “Figures,” Sukuna said, his tone dripping with disdain. “Zen’in’s good at keeping his little secrets. Let me clue you in on something, Beanie. My brother? He doesn’t get involved in petty games, and he sure as hell doesn’t cross paths with people like Naoya. After a dumbass martial arts competition where Yuuji carried their team to regionals and won the whole thing, Naoya was pissed. You know what happened?”

Ino’s silence must have been enough of an answer because Sukuna continued, his voice low and icy. “He hurt him. Not physically - Naoya doesn’t get his hands dirty like that. But he went after my brother’s name, his reputation, his livelihood. Claimed he was possessed, a freak. Naoya turned people against him, twisted words, and when he couldn’t win outright, he lied until he could.”

Ino’s stomach churned. This wasn’t a side of Naoya he had seen firsthand, but it was one he could believe all too easily. He had seen the way Naoya manipulated people, the way he used his charm and his name like weapons. But Sukuna’s brother? What could Naoya possibly have gained from targeting him?

“Why?” Ino croaked, the question slipping out before he could stop it.

Sukuna’s expression hardened, and for a moment, Ino thought he might regret asking. But Sukuna answered, his voice a low growl. “Because he could. Because my brother bested him, and for some reason, Naoya saw even his soft ass as a threat. And because Naoya’s the kind of bastard who doesn’t just want power - he wants submission.”

Yuuji, despite his unassuming nature, carried himself with a quiet confidence that didn’t fit Naoya’s worldview. He wasn’t deferential to Naoya like so many others were, and that alone was enough to draw the Zen’in heir’s ire.

Ino felt sick. He had known Naoya was ruthless, but hearing this painted a much darker picture than he had ever let himself imagine. He had been so overwhelmed by the idea of Naoya controlling him, he never stopped to think too deeply about how Naoya controlled others as well.

Sukuna stepped closer again, his towering presence suffocating. “So here’s how this is going to work. You’re done with him - fully done. You don’t talk to him, you don’t even breathe the same air as him if you can help it. Because if I catch you even looking like you’re on his side, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Ino swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “I'm telling you,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m not with him. I’m not.”

Sukuna stared him down for a long moment before stepping back. “Good,” he said simply. “Then we won’t have a problem.”

Naoya might have thought he won with Yuuji, but he didn’t account for one thing: Sukuna never forgets. And Sukuna never forgives.

Sukuna hovers for a moment before continuing, “You think Naoya’s done pulling his shit? Think again. He’s got his sights set on someone else now.”

Ino’s stomach dropped in knowing. “Who?”

Sukuna’s gaze was ice-cold. “You know exactly who. And if you’ve got any shred of decency left, you’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to ruin her again like he ruined so many others. Including you.”

Ino’s mind was all over the place, memories flooding back of Naoya’s snide comments and veiled threats about you. He thought he’d escaped Naoya’s shadow, but now it was clear that shadow still loomed over him. And if Sukuna was right, you were standing right in its path.

For the first time in a long time, Ino felt a surge of resolve. He couldn’t change the past, but maybe, just maybe, he could stop Naoya from hurting you—or anyone else—again.

Ino nodded slowly, trying to process Sukuna’s words. His mind wandered, unbidden, back to high school. He remembered a conversation he’d had with Naoya during their junior year, late one night after too many beers. Naoya had been ranting about some kid who "didn’t know his place," someone Naoya had "put in his place for good."

Could he have been talking about Yuuji?

“I… I think I remember him mentioning your brother once,” he admitted cautiously. “He said something about teaching someone a lesson.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did he now?”

Ino swallowed hard, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut. But now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “It was years ago. He didn’t say much, just… that he did something to get back at your brother. Something big.”

Sukuna took a slow, deliberate step closer, and Ino felt his pulse quicken. “And you didn’t think to do anything about it?”

“I didn’t know what he meant!” Ino stammered as he tried to defend his past actions, an old habit he was having trouble getting over. “I swear, I didn’t know it was your brother. I didn’t know anything. Naoya's cryptic and won't let others in on his plans, only parts of them. I only heard because I had come over to his house and he didn't know.”

Sukuna’s gaze bore into him for a moment longer before he exhaled sharply and turned away. “Typical. The brat's always been good at keeping his hands clean while everyone else does his dirty work.”

Ino hesitated, his mind racing. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want you to think long and hard about the kind of people you keep around,” Sukuna said coldly. “And because if Naoya’s pulling the same shit now, I need to know.”

Ino’s stomach churned as he thought back to the way Naoya had treated you, the way he’d manipulated and belittled everyone around him. If Sukuna’s brother had barely survived Naoya’s games, what did that mean for the people Naoya was targeting now?

And then it hit him - a memory from high school. Naoya had once mentioned wanting to make you "pay" for something, though he hadn’t elaborated. At the time, Ino had brushed it off as idle talk, but now, in light of Sukuna’s words, it felt more sinister.

Ino’s voice was shaky when he finally spoke. “I… I think Naoya might still be at it. I don’t know what, but he’s planning something.”

Sukuna’s expression darkened further, his jaw tightening. “Then you’d better hope you figure it out fast. Because if he so much as breathes wrong in her direction, there’s not a force on Earth that’ll save him from me.”

“If you see him messing with someone important to me - anyone - I expect you to act. Understand?”

The implication was clear. Sukuna wasn’t warning Ino for Ino’s sake. He was issuing an order, one that came with unspoken consequences if ignored.

“Yeah,” Ino mumbled. “I get it.”

With that, Sukuna turned and walked away, leaving Ino standing there, shaken and alone. He let out a shaky breath, his mind racing. Sukuna’s warning wasn’t just about Naoya—it was about everything Ino had let himself become under Naoya’s influence. And if he was going to change, truly change, he couldn’t just cut Naoya off. He had to figure out who he was without him, and he had to start now.

Sukuna’s words rattled around in Ino’s head, a constant echo that refused to fade. For the first time, he found himself questioning everything - his friendship with Naoya, his choices, and most importantly, his role in the mess that had hurt you so deeply.

The guilt lingered like a shadow, heavy and inescapable, until it finally drove him to pick up his phone after the party. He stared at your contact for a long time, his thumb hovering over the keyboard, knowing the likelihood of getting blocked by you was high. And when you did, and it stung although he wasn't surprised, he didn’t stop there. He sent a message to the one person he thought might actually listen to him: Satoru Gojo.

As much as he tried not to, Ino was a lurker. He couldn’t help it. Late at night, when the weight of everything felt unbearable, he’d find himself scrolling through your Instagram, looking at the fragments of your life that he was no longer a part of. It was self-inflicted torture, but he couldn’t stop.

So when you began hanging out with Satoru, he was curious.

It wasn’t a surprise that you had met someone new, but it still stung. He had lost his right to expect forgiveness a long time ago. From the photos, it seemed like you were happy now. There were pictures of you laughing with friends, trying out new cafes, and exploring places he’d never been with you, and never will. It gave him a strange, bittersweet sense of comfort.

At least you were doing okay.

At least you’d moved on.

Even if it hurt to watch from afar.

It gave Ino a tinge of hope. Yeah, he screwed over all of the chances you gave him, but at least you're happy now, even if he can only watch from afar.

That was why, when you started hanging out with Satoru, Ino’s curiosity got the better of him. At first, he told himself it was nothing - just a passing friendship or a coincidence. There were subtle, fleeting comments, and casual mentions from mutual acquaintances. Ino was sure that you had a lot of new friends, and Satoru was simply another one of those.

Yet the more he saw, the more his unease grew.

At some point, Satoru wasn’t just in the background of your stories; he was an entire presence. He was an character in your life with an active role. Satoru was in the comments, cracking jokes and bantering with you in ways that felt too natural, too intimate. He was the one taking candid photos of you laughing in the kind of way that felt too personal to be platonic. There was a new energy in your posts, a lightness in you that Ino hadn’t seen since before you were together, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was responsible.

What Ino was feeling wasn’t jealousy, exactly. He knew had forfeited his place in your life, and he knew it. But seeing you with someone like Satoru - a guy who had everything he didn't - left a bitter taste in his mouth. Whether it was shame or regret or whatever, he didn't know. He just knew he hated it.

Satoru was everything Ino wasn’t: confident, charismatic, unapologetically himself. He didn’t shrink under the weight of anyone’s expectations, least of all Naoya’s. And you? You looked free with him. Happy in a way that wasn’t curated for the camera. Genuine smiles, the corner of your eyes wrinkling in the kind of way that radiates joy. You were glowing, your smiles wide and unguarded, the kind that used to make his heart skip a beat. It gave him a bittersweet sense of comfort.

Ino told himself it didn’t matter. He was just curious. Just watching from the sidelines. But as the days turned into weeks, the guilt gnawed at him with increasing intensity. It made him think of all the times he’d laughed along with Naoya instead of standing up for you, and of all the ways he’d let you down because he was too afraid to push back.

He told himself it didn’t matter. He was just curious, just observing from the sidelines.

But the truth was that somewhere in the back of his mind, he craved a sense of closure he feared he may never find.

The least he could do was try and help, right?

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getting to know a bit more of Ino's perspective <3 i wasnt going to make this this long but i kept typing and here we are... hope you enjoyed!

[jenlrossman]

Tuvix as a metaphor for Janeway's mindset throughout Voyager

When Tuvok and Neelix merged into a new individual after a transporter malfunction, Tuvix was born. Possessing a combination of the memories and personalities of his component parts while still being his own unique self, Tuvix quickly proved he was more than just a transporter accident, showing he had potential to find his place among the crew of Voyager and settle in to this new normal.

And when Janeway learned of a way to separate him, bringing back Tuvok and Neelix, Tuvix was killed. Against his wishes, against the doctor's ethical subroutines, Tuvix was killed.

I'm not going to discuss whether or not this was right. That's an entirely different subject that many people have debated ad nauseam.

I just want to talk about how the decision to kill Tuvix and bring back Tuvok and Neelix might actually be the defining moment in developing Kathryn Janeway's mindset for the rest of the series. The sometimes questionable mindset best described as

"There's the right way, the wrong way, and the Janeway."

To Captain Janeway, Tuvix is a problem to solve. He is the thing standing in the way of the status quo, the thing preventing her from seeing her loved ones again.

She says as much, when Kes is expressing reservations about developing feelings for Tuvix and says she hasn't given up on the idea of him being separated.

You’re experiencing what people on this crew have been going through since we first got stranded in this quadrant. Do we accept that we're separated from our loved ones forever, or do we hold onto the hope that someday we'll be with them again?

Tuvix, therefore, is a physical representation of being stuck in the Delta quadrant. He is the thing preventing them from being with their loved ones, and she might not be able to get everyone home right now if ever, but she's going to do everything she can to see Tuvok and Neelix again.

Whether or not it is right for her to kill Tuvix, that isn't as important to her as proving—to herself and to her crew—that she is going to do anything she can to get them home, and killing him is a symbolic representation of that.

We see this mindset continue throughout the series, and the Lower Decks episode Twovix gives us some great examples.

While most of the crew is dealing with another transporter malfunction, Boimler and Rutherford are dealing with holographic representations of various things the Voyager crew encountered. And they just happen to be some of Janeway's greatest hits… Or misses.

Michael "delete the wife" Sullivan—Janeway's holographic Irish boy toy, who she widowed and altered to suit her preferences even though those episodes deal with the possibility of all holograms having a chance to achieve sentience

The macrovirus—which was dealt with by Janeway unleashing it on a crowd of (again, possibly sentient?) holograms

The personification of fear—the clown who was defeated when Janeway went so far to save her crew that she literally made the concept of fear afraid of her

Chaotica—Janeway didn't particularly want to play the role of Queen Arachnia but she got very into it because when push comes to shove, she really doesn't mind being the villain if it means protecting her crew

And of course, the Borg…

The series finale of Voyager is the ultimate example of the "anything to see our loved ones again" mindset Janeway shows in Tuvix.

Voyager gets home. It takes 23 years, but they get home.

However, Seven is lost along the way, Chakotay dies after reaching earth, and the delay in getting home has exacerbated Tuvok's Vulcan equivalent of Alzheimer's to the point that he is not himself anymore.

Three of the most important people in her life, gone.

So what does she do? Of course she doesn't accept that, she can't, she never has been able to.

Kathryn Janeway goes back in time, erases the lives of everyone in the universe to rewrite history on her terms, she defeats the goddamn Borg—just to see them again.

And of course she does it herself. As we learned in Tuvix when the doctor refuses to separate him, Janeway doesn't care. She'll do it all herself, ethical consequences be damned, she just needs everyone she loves to get back to the Alpha quadrant.

So whether or not it was right to separate Tuvix, it doesn't matter. The right way, the wrong way, none of that matters. Not to her, not as long as doing things the Janeway gets everyone she cares about home safely.

[ironandrue]

New Deck Interview Questions

@nettleandwhimsy dropped questions they've been using to interview their decks in the @spindleandscroll discord, and I wanted to share here!

These don't have to be pulled in any specific spread/format.

Personality/Voice of the Deck - What unique personality or "voice" does this deck carry? How will it communicate with me?

Strengths - What are the deck’s strengths? What qualities or areas of wisdom does it excel in?

Weaknesses - In what areas might this deck struggle or provide less clarity?

Connections to Deity or Spirits - Are there any specific deities, spirits, or energies associated with this deck that may come through in readings?

Lessons the Deck Has to Teach Me - What core lessons does this deck have for me in our work together?

Best Area of Focus - What themes, areas of my life, or types of questions is this deck particularly well-suited to explore?

Type of Readings - Does this deck prefer to be used for personal/private readings? Is it open to being used to read for friends or for clients?

Final Advice - How can I work with this deck most effectively, respecting its energy and our relationship?

Posted with permission from Nettle. If you want to join the discord we're a 21+ Witchcraft Community and would be thrilled to have you! We have weekly discussions, daily questions, along with a fun place to chat + a ton of channels for different practices and such.

There's also the @spindleandscroll blog too which is pretty neat. :)

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can I request task force 141 plus konig how they would propose to you?

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Task Force 141 (+ König) + gn! reader

AHHHHH my favorite YESSSS! I‘m so excited to write this I don’t even know why😭😭 I feel like Kyle and König would be the most romantic ones. Like they would just do way too much, especially Kyle🤭

I hope you like it! Love you!🩷

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König

The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters as a gentle breeze played with your hair. You stood on the deck of a small boat, your heart pounding with anticipation. König stood beside you, dressed impeccably in his tailored suit. It was just the two of you, surrounded by the beauty of the moment.

"König" you said softly, your voice filled with excitement and nerves. "This place is amazing. I can't believe you brought me here."

König smiled warmly at you, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. "I wanted to create a special memory for us, mein Schatz" he said, using your preferred pronoun. "And I have something important to ask you."

Your heart skipped a beat, the anticipation growing. König reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, velvet box. He took a deep breath, his hands slightly trembling.

"Y/N" he began, his voice filled with sincerity "you are the most incredible person I've ever met. You've shown me what love truly means, and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my partner, my equal in every way?"

Your breath caught in your throat, and tears welled up in your eyes. "König…" you whispered, "you don't even have to ask. Yes, a thousand times, yes!"

A mix of relief and joy washed over König's face as he opened the box, revealing a delicate ring. But in his nervousness, he forgot to kneel as is customary for a proposal. Realizing his oversight, he blushed furiously and stammered an apology.

"Oh fuck! I forgot to kneel," he exclaimed, flustered. "I'm so sorry, liebling. I wanted everything to be perfect and I got carried away."

You smiled, feeling overwhelmed with love for the man before you. "König, it doesn't matter," you reassured him. "This moment is perfect because it's us. Come here."

You stepped closer and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. König melted into your touch, his body relaxing against yours. The worries of perfection faded away as you held each other, cherishing the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

"I love you," König whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"And I love you, König," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

The boat gently swayed on the water as you stayed locked in each other's arms, reveling in the beauty of the moment. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a vibrant tapestry of colors across the sky, mirroring the emotions that swelled within your hearts.

In that embrace, you knew that together, you would face any challenge that came your way, supporting each other every step of the journey. And as the boat sailed into the twilight, you were filled with hope, knowing that your love would only grow stronger with each passing day.

Simon Riley

The ocean waves crashed against the shore, filling the air with a symphony of sounds. Simon stood in a lavish hotel room, nerves tingling in his chest. He had planned everything meticulously, wanting this moment to be perfect for you, the gender-neutral reader. Simon couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation as he waited for you to arrive.

The door creaked open, and you stepped into the room, a soft smile gracing your lips. Simon's heart skipped a beat as his eyes met yours, captivated by the warmth and love they held. His voice caught in his throat for a moment before he found the courage to speak.

"Hey baby" Simon said, his voice filled with affection. "I've been waiting for you." His gaze swept over you, taking in every detail as if he couldn't believe you were actually there with him.

A blush painted your cheeks, and you returned his smile. "I couldn't keep you waiting for too long, now, could I?"

Simon walked over to the large window, drawing back the curtains. Before you stood an awe-inspiring view of the vast ocean, its deep blue waters stretching as far as the eye could see. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking backdrop for this special moment.

"I wanted to bring you here, to this beautiful place" Simon said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because being with you feels like being swept away by the ocean's currents…powerful, unpredictable and undeniably breathtaking."

You watched him, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had become such an integral part of your life. The room was filled with an air of anticipation as Simon took a step closer to you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Y/N" Simon said, his voice filled with certainty, "you are the missing piece of my puzzle. You complete me in ways I never thought possible. And, well..." He took a deep breath, his hand reaching into his pocket. "I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my partner, now and forever?"

Time seemed to stand still as you looked into Simon's eyes, feeling the weight of his words and the depth of his emotions. A sense of pure joy bubbled within you, and a smile stretched across your face.

"Yes, Simon," you replied, your voice filled with love. "I would be honored to be your partner, now and forever."

As those words left your lips, Simon's face lit up with pure delight. He stepped closer, his hand trembling slightly as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger, a symbol of your commitment to one another.

In that moment, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room. Simon's gaze never left yours as he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a gentle, passionate kiss, sealing the promise of a lifetime together.

John MacTavish

John had always been a man of action. He had faced countless dangers and seen the world in its darkest hours. But in the midst of all the chaos, he had found solace in the quiet moments, the times when he could be himself and share his heart with someone special. That someone special was you.

You had joined Task Force 141 not only for your skills but also for the family that had formed within the team. Among them, John had become a pillar of strength, a steadfast companion who had seen you for who you truly were.

One sunny day, the team found themselves on a much-needed vacation. The location was a picturesque beach, with crystal-clear waters and soft sand that stretched for miles. The team spread out, enjoying the tranquility and the opportunity to let go of the burdens of war.

You and John walked hand in hand along the shoreline, feeling the cool water gently wash over your feet. The breeze played with your hair, creating a sense of freedom and peace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect moment.

John glanced at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. He had been carrying something with him all day, waiting for the right moment to reveal his intentions. His heart pounded with nervous excitement, but he knew deep down that this was the right time.

With a mischievous grin, John led you away from the shoreline and toward a hidden spot adorned with seashells. There, laid out on the sand, was a massive heart made of delicate white petals. The heart was surrounded by flickering candles, their flames dancing in the soft ocean breeze.

You gasped, your heart swelling with emotion. John had gone to such lengths to create this beautiful scene, and it was clear what he wanted to ask.

Stepping closer to you, John took a deep breath, his voice filled with both confidence and vulnerability. "Y/N... You are my light in the darkest of times, my strength when I feel weak. I've seen the world through your eyes, and it's made me a better person. You've taught me the meaning of love, acceptance, and understanding."

Your eyes shimmered with tears, your heart overflowing with love for this incredible person standing before you.

John dropped to one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a sparkling ring nestled inside. The sun caught the diamonds, sending shimmering reflections cascading onto the sand.

With a trembling voice, he asked, "Will you, my love, marry me and make me the happiest man alive?"

Your heart soared, and tears streamed down your face as you nodded vigorously, unable to find words to express the depth of your love and happiness.

John’s face broke into a radiant smile, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a lifetime together. In that moment, the beach seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself was celebrating this profound bond.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon, you and Soap held each other tightly, basking in the joy and certainty of a future filled with love, adventure, and unbreakable bonds. And together, you embarked on a new journey, ready to face whatever challenges the world might throw your way, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

John Price

John stood nervously in the center of a candlelit room, his heart pounding in his chest. He had planned this moment meticulously, wanting everything to be perfect for the person who held his heart. The soft glow of the candles danced on his face, casting a warm light as he awaited the arrival of the love of his life - you.

The door creaked open, and your eyes widened at the sight before you. The room was adorned with flowers, twinkling lights, and a table set for two. You took a step forward, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of John, looking incredibly dapper in a suit that emphasized his rugged charm.

"John?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the scene. "What is all this?"

John's eyes softened as he took a step towards you, his voice filled with affection. "This, my love, is a reflection of my feelings for you. You bring light into my world, and I wanted to create a moment that captures the depth of my love and devotion."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. John reached out, gently taking your hand in his, and led you to the beautifully set table. You both settled into your seats, and as you looked around, you noticed a small box placed in front of your plate.

"I-I didn't expect all of this," you managed to say, your heart fluttering. "It's so... wow."

John smiled warmly, his eyes shining with love. "You deserve nothing less than the grandest gestures, my love. You have transformed my life, and I want to spend the rest of my days making you feel cherished."

With bated breath, you opened the small box and found a delicate, sparkling ring nestled inside. Your breath hitched as you realized what was happening, and tears welled up in your eyes. John rose from his seat, a mixture of anticipation and love etched on his face.

"You" he began, his voice filled with emotion, "have brought joy, laughter, and an overwhelming sense of love into my life. I can't imagine my world without you. Will you do me the honor of being my partner, my love, my everything?"

A sob escaped your lips as you nodded, your heart bursting with happiness. "Yes, John! YES!"

Cheers erupted in the room as John slid the ring onto your finger, sealing the moment with a tender kiss. Embracing each other tightly, you couldn't help but let your tears flow freely, overcome with the beauty and significance of the moment. John held you close, his strong arms providing comfort and reassurance.

"My love" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your emotions. "These tears are a testament to the love we share. I promise to always be here for you, to support you through thick and thin, and to cherish every moment we have together."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't have asked for a more perfect proposal. The room seemed to disappear, leaving only you and John, immersed in a sea of love and tenderness.

Kyle Garrick

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city of Paris, Kyle felt his heart race with excitement. He couldn't wait any longer to ask the person he loved most in the world to spend the rest of their lives together. Kyle had planned the perfect evening for you wanting to make this moment unforgettable.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle stood in front of the iconic Eiffel Tower, its iron lattice soaring into the sky. The romantic atmosphere of the city enveloped them, setting the stage for a love story to unfold. You dressed in a stunning outfit that matched the beauty of the surroundings, couldn't help but feel the anticipation in the air.

Kyle walked up to you, a sparkle of love in his eyes. "Y/n" he said, voice filled with both nervousness and excitement, "I've spent every moment with you, cherishing every laugh, every adventure and every dream we've shared. I can't imagine my life without you by my side."

He took your hand gently, placing his other hand over his heart. "My love" he continued, his voice quivering with emotion, "will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

As the words left his lips, a mixture of joy and surprise washed over you. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes, and you nodded, speechless. Kyle beamed, slipping a beautiful ring onto your finger.

The couple basked in the magic of the moment before Kyle took your hand and led you on a romantic adventure through the enchanting streets of Paris. Each stop held a special memory, and at every location, Kyle would lean in and press his lips against yours, savoring the sweetness of the kiss and reaffirming the depth of his love.

At the Louvre, beneath the watchful beautiful paintings, Kyle's kiss was tender and filled with longing. At the Seine River, the sound of water lapping against the quayside provided the perfect background music for a passionate kiss, reflecting the love that flowed between you both.

As you strolled through the charming streets of Montmartre, Kyle paused near a quaint café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air, making the atmosphere even more magical. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours once again, this time a gentle and lingering kiss filled with promises for the future.

As the night grew darker, Kyle led you to the Pont des Arts, a bridge adorned with love locks, symbolizing the everlasting bond you both shared. With the twinkling lights of the city reflecting in the water below, he held you close, pressing his lips against yours with a mix of tenderness and desire. In that moment, it felt as if time had stopped, and it was just the two of you, lost in the embrace of love.

The night ended at the steps of the Sacré-Cœur, where the breathtaking view of Paris stretched out before you. As the moonlit city glimmered below, Kyle pulled you into a passionate kiss, sealing the evening with a declaration of love that echoed through the ages.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of pure love and happiness. In that moment, Paris, the city of lights, became the backdrop for the beginning of your lifelong journey together…a journey filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories.

[snippychicke]

Me? Becoming obsessed with Hazbin Hotel? Nahhhh...

Okay, yes. I am.

So here! Have some wholesome threesome between Husker, Angel, and (gender neutral) Reader! Maybe someday I'll make more out of it, but for now, mostly fluff and a little spice.

You had been desperate to sell your soul. Needing to escape the asshole that was the reason you were in hell in the first place. (Ok, yes you had killed him in a rather… savage manner, along with his goons, but he had started it.)

Overlord Husk had tempted you into a little wager. A little game of cards which totally hadn't been rigged in his favor. But you had been willing to do anything regardless, at least he had given you an (un)fair shot.

Yet despite his Overlord status, Husk wasn't that bad of a man (demon? Cat? Owl?) to be under--in more ways than one. To the rest of hell there wasn't much between you, other than you worked at his casino with at least a dozen other souls that were bound to him. A little dancing, a little waitressing, a little work at the tables as a dealer. You were a jack of all trades, but you were safe. Safer than you had been when you were alive.

Happier too.

Because when the ‘day’ ended, you often found yourself wrapped in furry arms, claws tracing up and down your arms as the Overlord of Gambling murmured sweet nothings in your ear with that deep voice. Then laying a plush bed decked in black and crimson bedding with the Overlord above you, wings spread wide as he takes what you offered freely.

And as time passed, you only grew closer behind closed doors. They say demons didn't feel love, but you weren't sure what else it could be. Lust didn't have you slow dancing in the kitchenette of the Casino's royal suite, or confessing the regrets you harbored from life in lieu of pillow talk and wiping away tears with soft kisses.

And then Alastor entered the stage. You had been working that fateful day as the others felt their bindings change. Sure, Husk had lost a hand or two before, and therefore a few souls, but it was never very many and he generally won them back.

But that day it had been everyone. You had watched as everyone paused and stared at the heavy chains of a new Overlord in both confusion and horror. You held onto the ribbon tied around your wrists, as if you could will it to stay the same as you were the last to still be owned by Husk.

Then the delicate ribbons became thick heavy chains that made you cry out in shock and disbelief. Husk had risked your soul… and lost.

It was even worse when Alastor appeared on the casino floor, Husk beside him looking absolutely defeated. Alastor's grand speech fell on deaf ears, because all you could do was stare at your lover. Part of you was hurt that he would ever gamble you, while part of you reasoned he must have been absolutely desperate, considering the collar and chains that now linked him to the Radio Demon.

You could see his plea for forgiveness in his eyes, and you realized you had to love him to forgive him.

Because you did.

---

Husk wasn't the same afterwards. Depressed and full of self-loathing with an even worse habit of trying to find the nonexistent sunshine at the bottom of the bottle. Nothing you could do or say seemed to help, though you didn't give up.

Alastor hadn't cared if you stuck around or not, yet you did anyway. The Hazbin Hotel was far too big for little Nifty to clean by herself-- especially considering your new coworker preferred to chase down bugs and dust bunnies to kill.

You didn't find things that bad, all things considered. Sure you had loved the glamor and glitz of the casino, but the Hazbin Hotel had its own charm. Maybe it was because you had never been at the top but lived your life (and part of the afterlife) at rock bottom, while Husk had been among the greatest and most powerful before his metaphorical wings had been clipped.

Actually, you actually were happier working at the hotel than the casino, though it was greatly overshadowed by the rift that had formed between you and Husk. Even though you forgave him, he hadn't been able to forgive himself.

And then Angel swanned in. You were so used to bantering with patrons of the casino you didn't think twice about doing the same with the flirtatious twink. You actually found it fun to flirt back and forth over a drink or two, especially when you heard Husk huff in an almost laugh, light returning to those dark gold eyes of his.

You had missed his sly smile so much. If you flirting with some other demon was all it took, you would happily do so.

And slowly you started to see parts of the demon you loved come back.

Especially when Angel would try to convince you to do something more than flirt and you turned him down each time. ‘I prefer my men a bit huskier,’ you'd tease as you pressed your finger to Angel's lips and pushed him away gently. ‘Plus I'm not good at the whole casual sex thing.’

That would always gain a chuckle from Husk, though Angel never quite got what was so funny.

One night Husk cornered you in the hall, to your surprise. It had been such a long time since you had felt his paw-like hands trail along your body, his deep voice reverberating against the skin of your neck as he admitted how much he liked to watch you banter with the sex-worker.

If you had any positive feelings for the guy upstairs, you would have called Angel a god-send. As time passed, you knew your own feelings were getting into the mix no matter how hard you tried not to be enamored by the star. It wasn't the over-the-top showy persona, but those moments you were able to catch the man behind the mask. The soft, witty demon you enjoyed bantering with.

You knew you weren't the only one, judging by the fond looks you saw Husk shoot towards Angel when the pink demon would snort a laugh, his walls temporarily down.

‘We both like him, don't we?’ You posed late one night, only to have Husk try to bury his face in your chest with a groan. You chuckled as you rubbed his ear, a deep purr quickly emitting from his chest and against your loins as he continued to lounge between your legs.

‘Him, and not that fake-ass that he pretends to be,’ Husk finally admitted before peeking up at you. ‘...You don't mind?’

‘Well, I mean we are demons so being hypocritical would be par for the course… but you also know me too.” You were emotional, bonding quickly with anyone showing you a hint of kindness.

A smile grew, showing his sharp teeth. ‘You know, I have imagined you and him going at it a few times, and damn if that wasn't the hottest thing ever.’

Convincing Angel was far more challenging. Less to the idea of polyamory, but the simple idea that both of you liked him. Not Angel Dust, but the real Angel (because he did not like being called Anthony). That took time, arguments, and a few barbed words as Husk was able to get through to him.

You weren't good with arguments, but convinced him with honest kisses and more sincere flirting. Soft touches that reassures him more than anything.

And when finally you all three were piled into bed in a tangle of too-many limbs and the odd wing, the room full of both laughter and other sounds of bliss, you were pretty sure you'd give heaven the middle finger if they tried to take either of them from you.

(And when Heaven really did, they found out why you were in hell in the first place. Righteous fury and desperation to protect those you loved went hand in hand and made you a force to reckon with.)

[nomercymaster11]

Silent tides

Over the two years since you joined the Heart Pirates, you’ve been doing fine. It's dawned on you that you’re developing feelings for your captain, Trafalgar Law, despite his cold and stern demeanour. However, you’re hesitant to express your emotions, fearing it might alter his attitude toward you.

One day, Law catches sight of you on the submarine's deck, perched on the rail and gazing up at the sky. Law approaches with an air of authority, his stoic expression revealing little of his inner thoughts.

"What are you doing here, lost in thought? The sea requires constant vigilance," he remarks, a hint of concern in his deep voice.

A touch of surprise colours your response,

"Oh, Captain. I didn't notice you were there." There's a subtle sense of guilt, as if you've been caught off guard.

Law stands beside you, facing the sea. The vastness of the ocean seems to echo the uncharted territory of your emotions.

“Sorry for catching me lost in thought.”

You shift away from the rail, directing your gaze towards the serene sea. The air thickens with unspoken sentiments, a contemplative silence enveloping both of you as the waves continue their rhythmic dance. The moment hangs in the balance, a delicate interplay of emotions beneath Law's stoic exterior and your unexpressed feelings.

Law's stern gaze lingers, probing beneath the surface of your guarded response.

"Silence doesn't suit you. Speak your mind. We're not here for idle contemplation. If there's an issue or something on your mind, lay it out."

An uneasy tension settles in the air, and your heartbeat quickens its pace. The weight of unspoken emotions lingers, a palpable undercurrent in the conversation.

“Problem? Um, no. Everything's good.”

Your words sound hesitant, revealing a reluctance to unveil the complexities hidden within.

Unyielding in your resolve, you press on. “So, Captain, what's on your agenda? What's the plan now?”

Law’s response carries a sense of duty and purpose, a reminder of the relentless challenges that define life at sea.

"The plan is as always – navigate the Grand Line, face whatever challenges arise, and ensure the crew's survival."

There's a steadiness in his voice, a captain's assurance. Yet, his attention shifts, a keen perception honed over years of leadership.

"You, however, seem distracted. Focus on the present. The sea demands our attention."

The sea becomes a metaphor, demanding not just vigilance but also a reminder to confront the currents of emotion swirling beneath the surface.

Our eyes met, and in that brief connection, a sudden weight settled on your cheeks. There was an unspoken exchange, a subtle dance of emotions. You tried to dismiss the feeling, but your expression betrayed you. Unease lingered, casting a shadow over the moment. To conceal your vulnerability, you started to walk away from him.

"I'll whip up some snacks. Captain, any preferences?" You offered, seeking a distraction from the uncharted territories of emotion.

“Just make something edible. We're short on time and can't afford culinary experiments. Stay focused.” Law's response carried the familiar sternness.

His words left a subtle disappointment lingering in the air, a desire for something more than the practicality he often exuded. Yet, understanding that deciphering his thoughts isn't a simple task, you accepted the reality of his demeanour. There's a complexity to the captain's character, a puzzle of emotions beneath the stoic exterior.

After meticulously crafting tuna onigiri for Law and the crew, you returned to the deck, the scent of seawater and anticipation lingering in the air.

Law, ever inscrutable, takes a bite of the onigiri, his expression remaining stoic. “Decent enough. Don't let sentimentality interfere with your duties.”

A flicker of defiance sparks in your response, “Why advise against sentimentality when you're here with me on the deck, alone?”

“I have no interest in sentimentality, but I do have an interest in a functioning crew. The sea doesn't wait for personal reflections.”

The exchange carries a weight of unspoken expectations, the sea beneath you mirroring the depths of our uncharted understanding. Seeking reassurance, you press,

“Am I doing fine as your crewmate?”

“You're holding your own. Actions speak louder than words. Stay vigilant, adapt to the challenges, and you'll continue to prove your place among the Heart Pirates. The Grand Line is unforgiving, but so far, you're managing.”

"Nice to hear that from you."

The words hold a mix of relief and gratitude. In that moment, the captain's rare praise becomes a lifeline, a reassurance that you’re navigating the complexities of the Grand Line with a measure of success.

Relief enveloped you like a warm embrace. You stole another glance at Law, finding him gazing into the distance, lost in the flavors of his tuna onigiri. A subtle air of introspection surrounded him, and you hesitated to disturb the tranquility of his thoughts.

As Law finished his onigiri, a rare moment of satisfaction painted his face. "Focus on your duties. Again, sentimentality has no place in the Grand Line. We sail forward, not backward."

His words resonated, a reminder of the relentless nature of the sea and the challenges that awaits the crew. Yet, being in his company provided an unexpected sense of safety and security. Revitalized by the interaction, you returned to your customary, cheerful demeanour.

“CAPTAIN!!”

The sudden exclamation from Bepo sliced through the air, startling you from the contemplative moment with Law.

“All repairs are complete. We can set sail at any time now.”

The urgency in his voice drew your attention, and you turned to find Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin on the deck, their sudden appearance catching you off guard.

“Oh, <y/n> ! I didn't realize you were there,” Bepo continued, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Looks like we interrupted something,” Penguin teased, his words tinged with playful mischief.

Law's expression tightened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

“We don't have time for idle speculations! Finish your tasks and prepare to set sail!”

His command snapped through the air, dispelling any lingering distractions. The crew, momentarily diverted by the unexpected reunion, refocused on the impending journey.

As you inquired about potential ways to contribute, a sense of genuine interest and eagerness coloured your words.

"Is there anything specific I can help with?" you asked, hoping to bridge the gap in your communication.

Law, ever focused on efficiency, responded with a stern directive, setting the tone for your interaction.

"Check the supplies and ensure everything is secured for the journey. We don't need any surprises at sea. Once that's done, be ready to set sail at my command. The crew's efficiency is paramount."

Yearning for a more personal connection, you ventured into uncertain territory.

"Will we encounter the Straw Hats crew in the New World? I'm eager to meet them once more."

Law's response was a sobering reminder of the unpredictability of the sea.

"The sea is full of uncertainties, and desires won't always align with reality. If our paths cross with the Straw Hat Pirates, so be it. Until then, stay focused on the journey ahead. The Grand Line has much to offer, and we can't afford to be distracted by personal wishes."

Growing somewhat frustrated with the unyielding nature of your conversation, you sought a moment of connection.

"Could you, just this once, talk with me as if we're friends? I get that you're our Captain, but come on, loosen up a bit."

Law's response was laced with annoyance, his stoic exterior undisturbed.

"Friendship doesn't alter the reality of our circumstances. The sea demands vigilance, not relaxation. If you want camaraderie, find it among the crew. My role is to lead, not to befriend."

Feeling an impulsive urge, you playfully squeezed Law's cheeks, a brief attempt to break through the captain's formidable façade. Surprised by your own spontaneity, you quickly pulled away, catching a subtle softening in Law's gaze.

As he shot you a reproachful look, his stern demeanour momentarily wavered. "We're not here for games," he declared with a stern tone, yet a glimmer of vulnerability lingered in his eyes. "Focus on the tasks at hand, and remember, emotional indulgence won't serve us well on this journey."

"Got it! I'll concentrate on the tasks at hand," you declare, turning away and suppressing a small laugh at the memory of his earlier irritated expression.

Law watched you depart; he watches you with the faintest hint of a smile. The amusement glimmers in his eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of your frustration and boldness in challenging his stoic demeanor.

Turning his attention back to the ship's preparations, he stood ready to navigate the unpredictable waters of the New World. The unspoken complexities of your interaction lingered in the salty sea breeze.

[itsdeniini]

OMG, hi!! I've become a huge fan of your work, it's so pretty the aesthetic and everything, I really enjoy reading your posts 💕

Can I ask for a twin flame reading for Jungwon?

˚୨୧ 🍵💭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ hi c: ty for ur kind words boo ! here is the : JUNGWON'S TWIN FLAME TAROT READING >ᡣ𐭩<

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♡1: i am a self-taught tarot reader, and the interpretations i provide are personal. if anyone would like to share their own insights, i would be more than happy to hear them! please be kind <3

♡2: in this reading, I will be talking about a person from the future and how their relationship will progress at the moment when they are already know each other; that's the twin flame that he's yet to meet.

GENERAL READING 𓆤

Jungwon's twin flame is currently trying to work with him on how to mold their lives together to be one in the physical aspect. There could be talks to meet up, important phone conversations, being honest, open, and vulnerable with one another. And part of Jungwon is ready to accept this, but part of him is hesitant due to the turmoil in the past; he doesn’t want to repeat another cycle and end up with The Ten of Wands, and that's the only thing that's holding him back. At the same time, I feel Jungwon has successfully broken through any negative thought patterns that prevent him from moving forward in his own life because I pulled out all the other 10’s of the tarot deck here, EXCEPT for the Ten of Wands, so that's very good! The only ones here are the wands, but this is recent past energy he has either finished moving through or will be moving through. Next in his current energy, I have The Knight of Cups, The Ten of Pentacles, and The Eight of Swords, so this really tells me he has a slight fear of this connection finally taking off because it would mean that it enters into a new cycle that he doesn’t know exactly how it’s going to go because it won’t be easy because his twin flame is a mischievous and unpredictable person, and this scares him beyond anything. What he doesn’t see with this is that on the other side of fear (the moon) is the Ten of Cups. This is quite literally everything he's been wishing for and manifesting. And this is something that will be in balance, indicated not only with the Six of Pentacles but also with the Temperance right next to it and the Nine of Cups. He will keep pushing through his fear; the turbulence of separation is falling away naturally, and this is meant to let it fall gracefully as he sheds previous layers to move into your true divine happiest self. They’ve had or will have breakthroughs that will be long-lasting and will bring happiness and the opportunity for new beginnings.

Now on to the near portrait of Jungwon's twin flame:

☀️ In Cancer

First of all, she is a girl and is a very intuitive person with a lot of knowledge. Her intuition comes naturally. She likely relies on her gut feelings and has a strong inner knowing that guides her decisions. When she is off her professional field, she is often sensitive, emotional, and deeply connected to her home and twin flame. Being a water sign, she can easily pick up on Jungwon's emotions, understanding him like nobody else.

Influences: 🪐♅

Saturn’s influence suggests that she's a person who values hard work, has a strong sense of duty, and approaches life with a mature and realistic attitude. Uranus’s influence indicates that she's a person who is original, forward-thinking, and possibly unconventional. She may embrace new ideas and technologies, often standing out for her uniqueness. Also I can associate her overall energy with the Solar Plexus Chakra from the 7 Chakra system, it is associated with personal power, self-confidence, and control. A strong Solar Plexus Chakra suggests she is someone who is confident, has a strong sense of self, and can assert her willpower effectively.

Personal Style:

She has a preference for classic, elegant, and professional attire, like suits and ties for example. She values a polished and put-together appearance, likely reflecting her disciplined Saturn influence.

Interests and Passions:

EDM/Dubstep Music >.< This genre of music aligns with the innovative and unconventional traits of Uranus. She's into Enhypen music a lot; that's just her style. Her favorite song could probably be Go Big or Go Home or any other song that Enhypen will release in the future with this sound. Additionally, she may be into self-care and exploring new technologies that could make her appearance better; she is most likely attending cosmetologists and facial massages quite often, not forgetting also about make-up and hair salons.

Career:

She's most probably not from the showbiz field, although she may actively run a page on Instagram or any other social media; I would say she is implicated in the medical field, or perhaps she is an educator or teacher.

Personal Traits:

Dark hair

Dry sense of humor

Family-oriented

Egotistical (mostly at the work place)

Materialistic

Protective

Tan Skin (she may be of a mixed race or have it naturally)

[enemyoflactose]

It's her. The Enemy.

Here she is!!! My yugisona Enemy (Emmy)!

She's more of a deck builder than a dueler, but she tries her best.

Some background on her:

Enemy is believed to be an all powerful cat goddess from another dimension that was sent to this one as punishment for an attempted overthrow. Her time in this dimension has greatly weakened her to the point where there is little hope of returning to her old home. She decided to instead take over this universe! Not just for power, but so she and her beloved cat, Pompom, can live out the rest of their lives without working at all!

It's important to say that all of this is just what she believes. None of that is true, except for the desire for cartoony world domination, Emmy is just a chuunibyou.

She was born on Earth just like everyone else in the yugiverse was, but that won't stop her from believing in her delusions! She wants to be the world's greatest duelist because she knows that that's the only way for her to have even a chance at a life of laziness!

This leads her to building many decks! Some are good, some are terrible, most are alright. She prefers decks that revolve around beasts, plants, or insects because those are cuter in her eyes.

She isn't the best at dueling. Her response time isn't good, she's bad at thinking ahead, and forgets to read her cards properly most of the time, but she always tries her best. Her wins and losses are forever at a permanent tie.

Enemy wears a variety of masks and glasses to appear "mysterious". She buys blank masks and then decorates them to suit her many, many outfits. The glasses she just buys as is and wears cat ear headbands with them.

I like the idea of the masks and glasses being expressive like they are in cartoons, so Enemy's do that.

Her favorite color is pink, but because that isn't a scary color unless combined with black, she usually wears blue and purple when enacting her diabolical plans. Sometimes she wears yellow, but not all the time.

I'm still working on her full story, just know that I'm planning on shipping her with Zorc/Yami Bakura because she's based off me and I'm infatuated with those two specifically.

I wanted her to use the decks I run IRL, but since she lives in DM world, I can't let her have Melffy or Naturia.

There were supposed to be more drawings, but I got hit with not wanting to draw for awhile.

[gaysetokaibas]

i don't think kaiba is materialistic in the way that he has to own the most expensive things or cares about being seen as classy, but i do think he does it out of an obsessive need for quality and perfection.

random hc that came to me:

seto kaiba gets obsessed with mechanical keyboards. it's not because he thinks they're something super beautiful or that he particularly likes them, but in my vision, he's working at the office and gets randomly really frustrated by his work. it's a lot of effort, deadlines aren't lining up, whatever the reason, but everything feels like it's going wrong.

in particular, the sound of his clack-y generic keyboard is pissing him off. he can't fix the scheduling and production issues, but he can fix this.

so, he spends any free time he can researching the best parts. he buys multiple different switches, different boards, plates, foam, stabilizers... he tries dozens of combinations until he can find something that finally fixes the frustration in his bones, until he's spent thousands on miscellaneous parts and pieces. he gets there, eventually, and when yugi comes to his office he takes note of the fancy looking keyboard and goes "wow, i didn't know you were such a keyboard enthusiast" and he's not. its just how he finds some semblance of control in his life amidst everything else.

in my head, kaiba does this often. a lot of people just think he's the type to gain and abandon multiple hobbies or interests because of it, but really its how he keeps himself sane. he just fixates on something that he can actually fix and control when things around him are spiraling. he finds the most extravagant and niche watch designs that satisfy every minute thing he could want, while keeping the aesthetics that he prefers, before proceeding to mass-manufacture them as an excuse of "it's for the business." his suits are tailored to perfection, because when he's frustrated and over-stimulated, he hates the way certain stitches feel against his skin or how the forms look in the mirror. he ends up spending exorbitant amounts of money in the process, but doesn't realize it until weeks after it's passed.

joey def hates this, by the way, because he can relate but it's not the same. most people don't really get why kaiba does this stuff, but joey picks up on it instantly. he's the type of person who, when struggling with something, he pours himself into a new video game or a new duel monsters deck archetype and studies it obsessively, and when it's reflected in kaiba he's upset because its just another habit that they share, but he feels like he has to work for whereas kaiba is just throwing money at the wall until he's happy again.

idk how to end this post so stan seto kaiba i guess

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘕𝘰 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩?

Vaquero Wally x GN Reader

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The cartel was in need of new workers, the last few proved to be distrustful and spies where not welcome, so new applications where in order. Narco Home held up a signed contract for his face, grinning as he saw the name written down of his newest asset. Vaquero, who had been more or less persuaded under stress to sign his free will and human rights away. If only he knew-

He carefully put the important documents away, hiding it in a carefully selected place.

As long as he had these papers none of his staff would stay out of line, these where legally binding contracts, all in his own favor. And if someone still acted up he had other more painful means.

Narco Home stood up from his desk as he heard his guest arrive. He opened the door for Y/n, like a gentleman but his actions where calculated and firm as he invited them in his office. It wasn't so much as a invite as it was a demand.

"Me alegra que hayas venido con tan poco aviso, cariño."

(Glad you could came on such short notice, darling.)

"Yeah... no worries, anything for our boss."

He dismissed their uncomfortable chuckle, used to it from them.

Narco Home was a towering figure (a puppet not a sentient house in this au), decked out in a black cowboy suit that matched his intimidating demeanor. His fiery red hair peeked out from beneath his black cowboy hat, and his piercing green eyes struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. He knew he could come over as intimidating.

Y/n on the other hand, was a bumbling member of the cartel. They had inadvertently stumbled into the criminal life as they too had been desperate for a job unaware it would be anything like this, dealing in illegal substances and drugs.

They zoned out slightly as their bossy boss was starting off a whole story in Spanish, the language spoken by everyone here.

Everyone that wasn't YOU.

Y/n has always done their best to blend in, not to stand out in either a negative or positive way. They had accepted the fact they couldn't leave this cartel, the only way that was possible was in a body bag and they preferred to stay alive breathing and well. So they just did what they where told, nodding along to conversations they did or didn't understand and hoping for the best. Their biggest struggle in life really was the language barrier.

And somehow no one knew about it. Their lack of understanding even when whole business meetings or appointments where given or shouted in Spanish. All cause they where good at faking they understood it all (and secretly using a shitty translator app when no one was looking).

Y/n got snapped out of their daydreaming as Narco Home's eyes pierced though them, slightly frowning as he was getting suspicious they weren't paying attention. And he didn't like that.

"You got it?" He said condescendingly.

"SI- I so got this! But uhmm if you could just repeat that last part, that be soooo amazing." They nervously smiled, as they frantically moved their hands unsure where to keep them.

He looked unimpressed with their statement but gave in, repeating his words, still in spanish this time.

"Dije que mostrarás alrededor a mi nuevo trabajador Vaquero, su primer día fue bastante... desordenado y creo que podría usar un recorrido extra y una presentación. ¿Puedes encargarte de eso, verdad?"

(I said, you will show around my new worker Vaquero, his first day got quite...messy and I believe he could use a extra tour and introduction. You can handle that, can't you?)

"Of course, sure thing..."

Well that's useless, you hardly understood that.

Thankfully they did overhear Poppy talk about comforting someone new here with the name Narco Home also mentioned.

So it was up to them to probably give instructions to the newbie or to show them around.

"Vaquero right?"

Y/n curiously eyed up the newest addition to Narco Home's crew. Vaquero was a breath of fresh air, clad in a vibrant blue cowboy blouse that matched his blue pompadour hairstyle. Though he seemed a bit unwell and shaken up (must have had to do with why Poppy had to comfort him) but overall like a sweet, naive person. Someone to be exploited by their boss for sure.

"Sí, ¿y me dijeron que eres Y/n, ¿verdad?"

(Yes, and I was told you're Y/n, correct?)

They nodded to hearing their name, even while oblivious to what he was saying. Why did he have to reply in Spanish as they addressed him in English? WHY?!

Without further ado and to avoid looking stupid they just started walking, motioning for him to follow.

Some time went by and Vaquero might have been still not all there considering what transpired the first time he arrived here but he wasn't stupid. He noticed Y/n's odd behavior of one word response with either si or no or replying in English while heard everyone else around here use Spanish, more often than not.

"You know... if you aren't good at Spanish, you can tell me."

"What are you talking about, I am... absolute great in it. What gave you that idea." They tried to gaslight him, as they once gain moved their hands around unsure how to hold them as didn't want to look defensive or nervous but it was creating the opposite effect.

"Está bien. Así que por favor, repite esa oración de nuevo pero en español, debería ser bastante fácil."

(Alright- So please, repeat that sentence again but in Spanish, it should be easy enough.)

As he spoke he could tell they didn't understood him, it was very clear now he payed close attention to their face. His eyes also drifted to the phone they clutched behind their back, as it translated his spoken words but not very proficiently.

The situation was almost silly.

And for a moment he forgot about the traumatic incident that had been on his mind for a while, letting out the slight chuckle as he feigned a look off disappointment.

"Oh come on, you really are bad at hiding it, just admit it, you didn't understand a word I said."

...

...

...

"Fine! I'll admit it! I suck so bad at Spanish, for the life of me, I cannot comprehend it. Like some words, yeahhh but most of it no way! It's embarrassing I know but you can't tell the others."

"You know it's a bit worrying, how did you even manage hiding that? Won't you get in trouble if you misunderstand your given assignments or deals that take place here?"

Vaquero joked but he clearly seems genuinely baffled and concerned.

Y/n felt their own face heat up from humiliation.... and somehow also flattered he seemed to care for them.

"Just please, I beg you, don't tattle about this. I'll normally just wing it and improvise, I cannot stress enough that the others can't know. Please. Por favor!"

They looked at him pleadingly as they put their hands together in a prayer.

"Por favor? Is that the best you can do? Have you even tried learning the language, I'm sure there are many ways to learn it online."

"HUSHH and I'm not going back to Duo Lingo, I already lost my streak to many times. That bird has it out for me the moment I disappoint it again."

Vaquero knew he shouldn't but he couldn't hold back a amused laugh from his mouth as he saw the serious look in their eyes yet he their words sounded ridiculous.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me... I'm not bad at it on purpose..."

He started to feel bad as he saw the look of hurt and anxiety on their face. He hadn't meant to upset them, especially not after they unintentionally brightens his mood. Giving him some hope it wouldn't be all bad here. With people like them, like Barnaby and Poppy he might manage it here.

"Mis más sinceras disculpas, that was insensitive of me. Let me make it up to you mi querido/a. I'll teach you Spanish and in return you help me fit into this place. There is still a lot I have to get used too, and if you are still able of giving out those cheeky smiles I may be too."

"That does sound like a fair trade, and it's nice finally having this secret of my chest.” They smile at him before shaking his hand with new enthousiasm. “Proposal accepted. Welcome Home into the cartel."

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[allisluv]

Thinking about the Annie isn't crazy theory. She gets the idea of acting mad after she spends some time in the arena and realizes the full brutality of the games and what exactly the Capitol is enjoying watching. She couldn't even imagine what will happen after she becomes one of their celebrities. What, she'll become like the guy from her school, Finnick Odair, who became a Capitol sweetheart? She remembers what people his friends and family were, they were the type to sit in one of those family restaurants on the deck and drink beer and eat fish and chips that were way too oily (??). She remembers seeing people there play cards, even though their cards were burnt, old and she couldn't even know wich card is wich from distance bc of how pale they got from age and time under the sunlight. It was nothing like those expensive sea restaurants that were only in one part of district that her family went to. For the average citizens of 4 the expensive and high quality seafood and fish wasn't available. Most of it went to the Capitol and the little bit left went to the few richer families and those restaurants. Her father and his friends played there. One of his closest ones owns the biggest casino-resturant in the district. She has seen them play, betting a lot of money that the poorer parts can't even count to. Some of them bet their houses, their possessions, their *families*. She just wished every night her father thought more about her and her mom rather than the money he could win. At least for herself, she knew that nothing had happened. The music in the 2 types of places, the clothes that the people wore, their way of talking, it was all different. In the poorer ones there was traditional district 4 music, people wore their work clothes and talked with heavy accents. The others were with Capitol influenced music, people wore more colourful rather than neutral clothes. Pearl and shell jewelry, sheer dresses and high quality suits. Well, not as high quality as the Capitol ones, but at least it was more than the others in the district. Annie has seen the difference in her clothes and the others. You rarely would see the other girls her age with tons of jewelry, piercings not done in the bathroom and clothes that won't suit for fishing.

Finnick Odair was like the poorer ones but since he won his games 5 years ago everything changed. He moved to the victors village, he started going to those Capitol parties, have a new girlfriend every week. He wasn't the boy hanging out with only 3 people and every girl secretly crushing on him. Now he probably got hhe whole Capitol in his closest and girls weren't ashamed of their crushes. But what was the big deal with him? A guy who can't take money when given, with huge ego and a pretty face. He wasn't like Marin, her district partner. They fucked before their games and Annie would like a bigger connection with him if one of them wasn't supposed to die. With his tattoos, dark slicked back hair and eyes like ice, piercings on the same places as her and skilled with traps he had that mystery in him that Annie wants. Not someone who's social and sex life is talked all about in school. Not someone's who's exes would tell every detail from last night to their friends. Not someone who got attention for being bright. She has seen in bars, the nights when she climbed out of her window with the help of the trees. That's how now she manages to climb them effectively with years of training of sneaking out.

She didn't wanna be like Finnick Odair, changed. The will probably make her to be like most of the other female victors, turned soft. Or the other extreme. Will they change her body in some way, like they did to that one victor from 2? They already changed her style, she was dressed like a fucking jellyfish in the Capitol. She prefered the stereotypical mermaid shit much more than an animal.

Annie didn't wanna be changed. But she was way too scared of death. Maybe if she doesn't fit their standards they won't want her? What if she went mad? At the moment of Marin's death she decided to use it for her good. She was heartbroken, she was scared, she was... Well, she actually went mad. So why not use it. Yes, only a monster would use the death of a friend for their good. But she was mad now. She wouldn't care.

I'm not saying that that happened and it's not my headcanon, but I just wanted to share it idk😭

-🎸

oh. my. god. i am GOBSMACKED. how have i never heard of this theory before? i lowkey fuck with it i won't lie

[rpking99]

Dominant Female Muses

This list is super obvious. Female Muses who are very dominant/I prefer to write as dominant

COMICS- DC

Catwoman

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy

Posion Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earths plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Lady Shiva/Sandra Wu-San

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

COMICS- MARVEL

Superior Spider-Woman/Spider-Bitch/Olivia Octavious

In an alternate universe, Olivia has done the same thing her male counterpart had done and stole the body of a Spider-Girl/Spider-Woman

Aiming to be the Superior Spider-Woman, greater than any other, meaning other Spider's simply refer to her as the Spider-Bitch

White Queen/Emma Frost

Emma Frost is the White Queen. Originally a villain for the Hellfire club, eventually joining the X-Men. She is sexy, she knows it, she flaunts it. A confident smirk on at all times as her telepathy, telekenisis and the ability to turn her body to diamonds makes her a rather tough boss bitch

ANIME- DIGIMON

Lila

LadyDevimon Level: Ultimate

Lila can be summed up with two words 'Dommy Mummy'. A sensual beauty who spent her life seeking the thrills and darkness of the world, from dark sensual kinks to the power of the shadow world. Eventually she gained the power of the Code Crown of Lust, the power of sin itself, and became Lilithmon. Queen of lust, queen of the dark world, she now lives seeking more thrill and pleasure with sensual excitment

She is sensual to the bone. Loving the embaressment others have, as well as the pleasure of the flesh. She can also be very cruel and sadistic when the mood suits her

Lila's Digivolutions

ANIME- DRAGON BALL

Bad Launch

ANIME- YU-GI-OH

Dark Signer Carly

Carly is/was a reporter in the 5Ds universe of Yu-Gi-Oh. Using a Fortune Lady deck she did her best to reveal the truth. A kind, caring, soul with slight confidence issues. Before she died...

After death she was reborn as a Dark Signer... she was mostly the same with some slight darkness to her. The EarthBound Immortals able to manipulate and use her from within. Once defeated, Carly was brought back to life as her old self

Yubel

Yubel is a canonically intersex character with both parts.

ANIME- ROSARIO+VAMPIRE

Inner Moka

CARTOONS- RWBY

Cinder Fall

Cinder Fall is one of Salem's soldiers, one of her main servants. She is a rather sadistic woman, even if she was still rather sensual and teasing. An evil woman through and through

Salem

VIDEO GAMES- PERSONA

Margaret

Akari Amamiya

(face claim is the crossdressing design for Joker. The art works too well for a female Joker but I already have Rin...)

This OC is Akari Amamiya, Rin's own mother. A former prison warden, she and her husband went through a.... But of a rough patch because of the Shido incident. Her husband believing in their daughter being a deliquent and trouble maker. Let's just say... When Rin returned home, the house was one person short....

Akari works as a negotiator. Arriving for business deals, hostage negotiations, anything. Wearing a.... Modified version of her old outfit to add intimidation/to throw off the opposition, she has a near 100% rate of success in scoring her client the best result. The reason it's not 100% is because she will never screw over those being victimised. If she's hired to make a negotiation against a weaker party, she will do all in her power to make it better for them.

...

She also sells photos of herself on some 'adult' websites, but only pictures of herself wearing some form of cloths. Never naked

VIDEO GAMES- MEGAMAN

Dark Megaman.exe (will be reffered to as Rock)

Dark Megaman is a clone made from all of Hub's self doubts and negative emotions given form. Still a femboy, but still rather dominant.

Empress Roll.exe/Devil Roll.exe

Empress Roll is a corrupted version of Roll. When influinced by something like the Devil Chip, this form of Roll is born. Gone is the sweet innocent Navi, replaced by a Virus in Navi form. Sadistic, cold and cruel. You bow to her feet your face her whip~!

VIDEO GAMES- METROID

Dark Samus

VIDEO GAMES- STREET FIGHTER

Juri Han

Poison

If you know Poison, you know about the gender situation with this character. And I do not feel confident writing a trans character, as I feel as though I will come across as offensive just from my ignorance about the subject. Also, there are plenty of arguments about Poison's gender because of how some people are idiots. So I am portraying Poison as a Futa, but if you wish to see or use her as a trans character I am more than fine with that just please communicate with me.

VIDEO GAMES- MASS EFFECT

Aria

TOKUSATSU- ULTRAMAN

Grigio Darkness

Carmeara

[vulpes-ferus]

FFXIV LFRP On Hiatus

Full name: Miyako Akane

Race: Auspice/Yokai

Gender: Genderfluid? Nonbinary? Really, it's whatever they feel like at the moment. Her pronouns depend on the skin she's in at the time: she/they, or he/they. Typically prefers her female presenting form unless her masculine form is more preferable to those she's interacting with.

Sexuality: All of it. Anything.

Marital Status: Single! She's not settling down, she's always on the prowl.

Age: Several centuries old

Profession: She doesn't have one! Though technically they may read your cards or offer a boon...for a price, and she rarely accepts actual currency

Hobbies: Pranking mortals. Preying on mortals. Seducing mortals, people watching... and generally just about anything to do with the forest, or nature.

Hair: Dark orange/white accents

Eyes: Amber

Distinguishing Marks: Typically veiled as a Miqo'te, there is little distinguishing about her person to those unable to see through the magic she uses - although on occasion, one might spot a fluffier tail than she actually seems to have, out of the corner of their eye. To those able to see through this magic... she's quite a bit different than her feline glamour would suggest to the average person. In their feminine presenting forms, she always has red tattoo-markings around her eyes.

RP Hooks

She's still as-yet un-roleplayed, so there's a lot of potential - and there's less impetus for me to want longer storylines on her, so if you just want a few one-off scenes to have your cards read or the like, those are easier on her than on my other characters, though I'm always a sucker for a long plot/storyline that's steeped in character growth! Never be afraid to approach me if you have an idea!

Maybe you want your cards read! I have several tarot decks IRL, and an oracle deck that's well-suited to her too, and I could no doubt use the practice, myself. She essentially makes fey bargains - deals with weird prices that aren't always clear at first.

She may be centuries old, but she was barely over a century when she was imprisoned out in the East, and only escaped her magical prison in the last couple years! (I was, in fact, inspired by JJK and Sukuna for her imprisonment.) She ran from the East and took a new face to pose as, since she was captured and imprisoned in the East, and the people there still respect the old legends... and the Black Shroud is an excellent forest, vibrant with life! ...and unsuspecting mortals.

Speaking of the Black Shroud, there's a lot of ways to interact with her in regard to that! You could randomly run into her. She could do what kitsune do in the old tales, and lure you off the road at night and get you lost. Maybe you've seen something weird in the forest, or heard strange tales from travelers. Maybe you're just really in tune with the elementals and they've mentioned a new entity in the forest...really, I'm open to about anything with some talk about it beforehand!

She feeds on aether! She doesn't have to kill people to do this, though she's certainly not above it - what are morals to an animal, anyways? Food is food. Prey is prey. But sometimes, it's easier to just seduce someone and feed on their aether, before leaving them naked and drained in the forest to have a laugh at their expense.

Given her long imprisonment, much about the world is new to her! Maybe you lure her in by showing her all the nifty new stuff there is, and blowing her mind at how much things have changed in a few hundred years.

You could be an antagonist! Hunt her, if you like! Maybe she hurt you, or someone you care(d) about! Maybe you're from the East and found out her prison was dismantled, and you fear yokai; or you're just a Shroud Dweller who has been wronged, etc.

Romance! While I don't tend to like interactions that are solely focused on seeking out ERP - she is a sensual creature, and physical intimacy is an indulgence and a way to consume aether... though I don't know how she'd feel about genuine romance... last time she indulged in that, it got her caught and imprisoned!

She likes pranks/mischief... and sometimes that mischief can seem cruel if you don't understand the mindset of a creature of the wild. Engage her on her level, and she might find you more 'fun' than 'food'.

Alternately, she carries her soul around in an orb she wears as jewelry, and if someone got their hands on it, it'd be bad news for her!

About anything you can think of and want to brainstorm together! She's an alt that's good for long-term or short-term RP; serious, or not-so-serious moments... there's plenty of potential!

The OOC

Writer is 30+, and I prefer RP partners to be 21+ - I do prefer darker, more mature RP, but that's not all I'm capable of! I just like morally grey explorations - and questions like 'what really drives a person?'

Late nights aren't really something I can do anymore, past 11-12pm my writing isn't any good, though my schedule is open enough to allow earlier starting times. Also I'm CST, and prefer in-game RP. I simply can't stay in character when RP isn't moving in real time, and tend to just forget to respond to out of game stuff, or not feel well enough to write some days, and it ends up taking so long that I can't stay in character. Thus, scheduling in-game scenes ahead of time will always be what works best for me.

No canon characters please, it just really breaks my immersion/my character wouldn't have any reason to interact with canon characters really! Unfortunately, this means WoL OCs as well - their power level is just so intense that I can't really justify my OCs interacting with the WoL: time-traveling slayer of gods at the edges of the universe. (And no shade to canon RPers of any kind - it's just not my cup of tea, is all. Embrace your fun, my friends!) I also don't mind bending lore, but outright ignoring/breaking with it is also not really for me - and again, there's no judgement for how others choose to have fun, but I like to respect the canon.

I prefer plots, and RP with a purpose - contact solely focused on ERP is not welcome. ERP as part of an on-going story doesn't bother me, however.

Don't bring IC into OOC, or vice verse!

Communicate! If the RP isn't working for you, just tell me! I prefer 'organic RP,' but if you want to steer a story (RP) in a certain direction or don't want it steering in a direction, let me know! I much prefer having that conversation, rather than allowing an RP partner to be silently upset or uncomfortable!Follows come from @ooc-miqojak , and my other blogs are @miqojak and @antlers-and-omens!

[thewitcheslibrary]

Tarot cards vs Oracle cards

What are oracle cards?

Oracle cards are a divination instrument that can help you gain intuitive knowledge and connect with yourself. Oracle cards provide a free-flowing message and a variety of beautiful designs. There are many various sorts of cards available; some have basic graphics or phrases, while others may be intricately designed and showcase amazing unique artwork. There is no predetermined amount of cards in an Oracle deck, and some include thorough guidebooks while others do not. Oracle cards have grown in popularity and availability over the past few years. Incorporating an Oracle deck into your daily ritual or intuitive growth practice will help you create a strong connection to your intuition.

what are tarot cards? Tarot decks generally have 78 cards that begin with the main and minor arcanas. The Major Arcana are 22 cards that begin with The Fool and continue his journey as he encounters and collides with every aspect of human existence, from The Magician to Death, The Tower, and finally The World. The Minor Arcana cards include 16 Tarot Court Cards, which are often face cards and symbolise 16 various characteristics that can be conveyed. The Minor Arcana consists of forty cards arranged in four suites: swords (air), pentacles (earth), wands (fire), and cups (water). These numbered cards, with ten cards in each suit, reflect circumstances that you may meet on a daily basis rather than big turning moments that the main arcana often symbolise. Learning the meanings of each card takes time and effort, but once learned, you will have a wonderful tool for divination and self-discovery. Once you've established a regular practice, remember to routinely cleanse your tarot deck.

Are they the same thing?

Oracle cards and Tarot differ in a variety of ways, the most notable being that Tarot cards have a set format and often comprise 78 cards. Oracle cards do not have a standard structure and the number of cards in each deck varies. With Tarot, if you understand the meanings of the main and minor arcana, as well as the suits, you will be able to read and recognise almost any tarot deck. Oracle cards are typically more clear, with meanings inscribed on the face. Oracle cards vary greatly from deck to deck; some have a theme, while others do not.

Oracle and Tarot cards can serve the same aim of divination and providing insight in a circumstance. Both sorts of cards may be dealt with intuitively, and both include a range of symbols and images to assist activate your psychic abilities. Tarot and oracle cards are both utilised in spiritual practices, divination, and coaching sessions to provide clarity and insight into circumstances.

Both Tarot and Oracle cards serve as reflections of the present energy. They will reflect the realities of your circumstance and suggest suitable next steps. Consider reading the cards as a chat with a trustworthy mentor or your higher self. There are no judgements, "negative" or "positive" messages. There is just a mirror of energy and the potential to go forward via self-awareness and a comprehension of the situation.

What should beginners start with?

Oracle cards are more open-ended and may be easier for novices to interpret. Unlike the Tarot, there are no meanings or suits to memorise. This does not imply that Oracle decks are just for novices. Many professional readers utilise Oracle cards in their readings, and they are ideal for self-development, positive affirmations, and starting or expanding an intuitive practice. Oracle cards frequently include rich artwork and come in a variety of styles, making it simpler to pick a deck that speaks to you.

I recommend Oracle cards to anyone who is afraid of Tarot decks and prefers soothing images. In my professional practice, I've seen that Oracle cards frequently speak to the overarching issues that a client is going with in their life. Professional readers frequently use Oracle cards into their tarot readings, however this varies each reader.

Key differences-

Tarot cards follow a predetermined format, but Oracle cards are more free-flowing.

Every Tarot deck will have a predictable structure and a set of suites, as described in the section above. Oracle cards can differ in terms of quantity, subject, and imagery. Tarot will share symbolism between decks. The Rider Waite Deck, which was constructed by Pamela Colman Smith in 1909 under the leadership of Arthur Edward Waite, serves as the foundation for the majority of decks. Oracle cards are free-flowing in terms of art, colour, symbolism, topic, and content. There are no rules or defined structure for Oracle cards.

Tarot is an old kind of divination, whereas Oracle cards are more contemporary.

While the Tarot's roots are unknown, it is thought to have existed since antiquity and is associated with ancient Greece, the Kabbalah, and the Romany people. Tarot cards are a strong divination tool, and many readers believe they are an extension of their own energy. Oracle cards represent a more recent kind of divination. They are also more commonly used by therapists and coaches. While Oracle cards are not inherently associated with spiritual beliefs, they can be used by spiritual practitioners, and many people like using them in conjunction with tarot, astrology, or psychic readings.

Tarot requires time to understand and develop, but Oracle cards are more user-friendly.

Learning the traditional meanings of the Tarot will provide a wonderful reference system for your intuitive work. Initially, you will utilise the handbook to comprehend and interpret the symbols and archetypes. Once you've memorised the meanings and started practicing consistently, you'll notice that the cards may take on multiple meanings and you'll have your own interpretations of them. As you study, pay attention to your intuitive readings since they will help you interpret the messages as well. When you first pick up an Oracle deck, you'll notice that many of the cards are straightforward. Each deck is unique, so select one with artwork or a theme that appeals to you.

Using tarot and oracle decks together?

Many professional readers and Tarot fans combine Oracle cards with Tarot cards. Some believe that Oracle cards provide a deeper significance to a Tarot spread, and vice versa. There is no right or wrong way to utilise the cards together, as long as you are familiar with both decks. It's a good idea to experiment with various Tarot spreads and approaches to determine what works best for you.

I prefer to keep multiple decks on my desk, and during an intuitive reading, I may be pulled to a certain card that feels right for that person. I've also seen readers select an Oracle card at the conclusion of a reading to provide a deeper insight and validation of the messages delivered, as well as at the start of a reading to establish the tone for what comes next.