#the only path you'll be allowed to take and /choosing/ to walk on it out of your own volition is different

[zhongrin]

spending your weekend with...

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✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, jing yuan, blade

✼ tags ┈ fluff, established relationship, more fluff, your honor they’re all so whipped it’s cringe /silly

✼ a/n ┈ she lives!!! and oop, off she goes back into hermit mode after posting-

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

... the husband of all husbands, zhongli ー your feet walking along the familiar path of nature's trails and having picnics between the green-yellow grass of liyue’s vast fields. pretend you don't see a familiar shade of seafoam-tinged feathers flying past into the dense leaves of the trees adjacent to the one you take refuge under. maybe one of these days, the yaksha will finally accept your invitation to have a family dinner in your abode.

delving into the harbor's market, buying groceries and getting sidetracked by knickknacks. too many times, you've let the mora in your pouches pass across the merchant's for yet another antique teapot or an accessory you can never seem to have enough of. perhaps a dragon's hoarding nature is contagious to its partner? either way, you never fail to finish up at night with tea served in delicate glazed earthenware, brewed by your husband's expert hands. and if those same hands decide to spoil you further as you both cuddle in your nest-bed, even better, no?

... your al haitham, who, on rare occasions, would have a junior akademiya scholar approach him while you were out, in hope to acquaint themselves with the former acting grand sage. he's always quick to shut them down, the bluntness of his words deterring the situation to progress further. you think you see him smirk when the poor lad scurries away, but as he returns towards your side, his hand finds home around yours and all is forgotten.

a café isn't exactly a place he would choose to frequent on a crowded weekend. but the coffee's good, and you seem content as you chatter across the table. while it's scientifically impossible and irrational, there's just something in your voice that seems to create a vacuum bubble that allows him to focus on your endearing rambles. he listens, and he thinks he should record you talking, just so he can play them in his soundproofing headphones whenever.

... the one and only duke in fontaine, wriothesley, who follows you around like a loyal guard dog. it's probably thanks to you that he's not growing shrooms on his fur jacket from all the time he spent down in the damp fortress underwater. you take him shopping, persuade him to try out coffee, sample some foods that isn’t wolsey’s cooking… and if you so happen to bump into your friends, you're both usually always more than happy to adjust your schedule ー a sudden tabletop game session with clorinde and forcing persuading neuvillette to perform dereliction of his duties for a moment to relax are a few examples.

but above all, his favorite has to be bringing some snacks to sit down under a tree with you, watching fontainian poodles frolic around the dog park. maybe one day you'll have a puppy of your own, but for now, your beloved is ‘content with just you’, he says with a cheeky grin.

... your dozing general-arbiter whose brain seems to only want sleep and cuddles whenever the week starts to wind down. waking up to jing yuan who’s akin to a very sleepy big cat draped over your body using you as a pillow is how you would always start your weekend, and it's only at these peaceful moments that the man turns into a heavy sleeper. had he been a real lion, you think he might be purring up a storm as he snoozes, pillowed shamelessly against your chest.

your lover prefers a slow, lazy day with you whenever he has the rare time to take himself out of his duties, and naturally his free weekends are included in this. maybe start with a morning cuddle (in bed), a nap (in bed), both of you cooking lunch (in the kitchen), another nap (maybe on the recliner sofa because why not), a leisure night walk around aurum alley, and a night cuddle (yes. again. in bed)? hmm. yes, that sounds perfect.

... blade, who doesn't exactly have 'weekends', per se. chances are, he doesn't even know what day today is. plus, there's no guarantee that you were with him if he's away on a mission, anyway. but when you were around? you have his full (nonverbal) permission to drag him wherever and to do whatever you want.

you want to travel to the nearest planet for a bottle of soulglad when everyone else is asleep? pick a ship, he'll steer. you want to have a spa day and pamper yourselves senseless, braid his hair while you both have an overpriced face masks on? a useless act for him, especially considering his circumstances, but he'll massage your head if you give him enough puppy eyes. you just want to rot in bed and contemplate your existence? as long as you let him lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, he’s good. either this man does not realize how much you have him wrapped around your finger, or he just does not care. it’s probably the latter.

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

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[hopeswriting]

[ID: A panel from the manga Katekyo Hitman Reborn, showing Uni.

She cries with her eyes closed, one half of her face drawn normally, while the other half is a decaying skeleton. She thinks to herself, “I’m scared... of death...” /End ID]

first of all you’re right about everything, but i just want to point out that it’s not just that she knew she’d have to sacrifice herself for this future. it just so happened that her needing to die in that moment also meant saving that future (and all the others), but uni says herself she’s been waiting for the moment she could make good use of her powers all her life, and not just from when byakuran started acting up. in fact she’s been waiting for it since the moment she was born, as she says the trinisette song was etched in her memory ever since. and worse than that, she was even hoping for it, hoping she would get that moment where she’d need to sacrifice herself, says in that same scene, “this is the only chance i can take”. because then, not only her death can mean something, but most importantly, her life can be meaningful too. the life she only ever got to live as uni the sky arco, and never uni the person.

and i’m not saying it’s not meaningful either way, that it wouldn’t matter just as much if she was to die from her time wearing the pacifier running out like the other arco and luce and aria before her, but if she chooses to give herself to the pacifier instead of just letting the pacifier take from her until there’s nothing left to take, then it’s different, isn’t it? then it’s not only just her having made peace with the only choice she was given and could have never escaped from, but her actually making that choice for herself, actually taking her own fate in her own hands for the first time in her life. and she’s still only uni the sky arco to the very end, but at that moment, uni the person is the one to decide what being uni the sky arco means, and when, how, and for what she’ll die.

but then when she does come face to face with death, not only it reminds us and her that at the end of the day she’s still only a child like you said, but i really think it’s also the first time she gets to be one. because if she really was born with the trinisette song already in her memory, then she never got the mercy to not know. she might not have been uni the sky arco all her life, but even before she became that, she was still uni the next sky arco. uni who’d have to eventually and inevitably die for the greater good. and even during those three months with the giglio nero where she was probably at her happiest, where she got to live the most freely, she still had to be uni the giglio nero donna.

uni just really doesn’t know who she is without the duty she’s always known she’d have to fulfill. she really doesn’t know who uni, full stop, who uni the person is. was never given the chance to, was never allowed to. and honestly, if you couldn’t tell that distinction you made between uni the sky arco and uni the person is fucking me up, then know it really is and i want to cry my heart out and never stop.

especially because i never noticed before that even in her death, uni still really can’t see herself as anything but the sky arco. doesn’t know how to, doesn’t know what else she can be. even in her death, even after her death, she’s still all about duty. even after her death, only her duty remains, and how fitting when that’s the thing that killed her to begin with, when that's the thing that didn’t allow her to live while she was still alive. like, the arco curse is all about sacrifice for all of them, but it’s about duty first and foremost only for the sky arco. because they aren’t given the mercy to not know all along it’ll happen, while at the same time their ability to know more than anyone else just confirm the inevitability of it. it’s their destiny, and there’s no running away from it, no escaping it, no winning against it even if they were to fight against it.

their duty is literally the first thing they know when they’re born, the first thing they know about the world, life and themselves when they’re born. so of course luce kept for herself where that mountain was leading all of them, couldn’t imagine there could be anything else past that mountain top that wouldn’t be inescapable tragedy. of course aria didn’t try to run away from it, for all she said she didn’t believe in the curse and tried to protect uni from it. of course uni was hoping she’d have the chance to give herself to it, to make it about her, to choose it too the way it chose her.

and like. is your heart breaking into thousand pieces yet, or are you a cold and unfeeling monster, because i for one will never ever get over this

Just want to take a moment here to appreciate this panel… 

Uni, since the beginning, has known that any meaningful ending to this future would require her death. She knows this destiny is what saves them all. And it seems like she’s prepared for that sacrifice. Just like her grandmother and her mother, Yuni comes prepared to sacrifice herself for the greater good. But when the time to actually make those words a reality comes…. 

She falters. 

Death is final. Death, for her, doesn’t include her coming back. Once she’s gone, she’s gone whether for better or for worse. This is her ultimate sacrifice, her life. In that moment of understanding, we get hit with a reminder that Yuni (at most!) is a late teen/early adult. She’s barely lived life with most of her life being in a role that required her to know suicide was an option for the greater good.  

It’s poignant that even in imagining her death, Yuni can’t see herself without her cap. She can’t separate herself from her job. Everything she is is the Sky Acrobaleno, she doesn’t know who she is without it. She dies as Yuni, the Sky Acrobaleno, not Yuni the person. Not even her own damn death can be about her –separate from the pacifiers.  

It makes me feel things…

[lolahauri]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Bunny! ♡

Ship: Wolf! Brahms/Bunny! Reader.

Type: F/M, Smut, One Shot.

Contains: 1.7k Words, Shorter Reader, Hybrids, Probably Non-Accurate Rabbit Behavior, Size Difference, Dry Humping, Cumming in Pants, Brahms Being Pathetic.

Event: Kinktober/Monstober, Day 1.

A/N: This was intended to be a rough sex breeding fic, but as I wrote it it just kinda turned into pathetic dry humping. I think that's more Brahms style anyway though. ;3

Summary: Going against your prey instincts, you ignore the clear sense of danger you feel and instead choose to take shelter in this seemingly abandoned manor. You don't regret your decision, though.

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You're shaking and soaking wet from the nights rain, nearly unable to see in front of you from the constant downpour. Fear begins to pool in your stomach as you continue to trudge ahead, not sure when or if you'll be able to find your way back to the colonies burrow tonight.

It's only minutes later when you spot a break in the trees coming up, a dirt path only meters in front of you. Maybe it'll lead to some shelter?

You're proven right as you follow the trail, seeing a large manor slowly come into view. It's old and a little worn down. There's no lights on either, but that's to be expected at almost midnight. You hope it's abandoned though, that way you won't be waking anyone up at this hour.

As you approach the front yard, your ears perk up a little, nose twitching involuntarily. Your body senses a potential threat, but you try to ignore it and walk up to the front deck. You decide it's a choice between freezing to death outside, or taking the chance to stay in a strangers home for the night. There's really no safe way out of this.

Your teeth are chattering uncontrollably as your shaky hand moves to knock on the wood. But once your fist makes contact, the old door creaks open just a crack. You jump back on instinct, ears shooting up straight as you squeak in fear.

You calm down though when you notice there was nobody behind the door. You hesitantly push it open a smidge more, peering into the dark home. There's no sound to be heard when you croak out a "hello?" into the open air. Maybe it really is abandoned? It is pretty cold and dusty inside, if someone was here, they wouldn't leave it in this condition right? Right.

Ignoring the way your body twitches, you push forward into the house, locking the door behind you. It's still cold inside, but at least you're out of the mud and rain. And the moonlight is shining through the windows just enough to allow you to search for better lighting.

You were hoping to find a working light switch or lamp first, but as you walked deeper into the home, you found something even better. A fireplace. There's even still some kindling and matches nearby. It's perfect, now you can finally take these rain-soaked clothes off and get warm and dry.

If only you knew what was happening inside the walls of the home as you stripped your clothes off. If only you knew there was big, lonely wolf watching you this entire time. He stared intently as you peeled away each article, mouth dripping saliva as you got closer and closer to being fully naked.

His claws dug into the dry wall, cock aching in his worn pants. It'd been so long since he'd seen a woman, let alone such a cute, small one. His mind was going absolutely haywire as you finally took off your cute pink panties and bra. It was taking all of his willpower to not just bust through the walls and take you right then.

Meanwhile there you were, so cute and oblivious. Why do you keep ignoring your bodies signals? Why do you still lay there, splayed out on the rug in front of the fire, completely nude, as if your ears aren't twitching in urgency? Surely you must know something is there...

Oh well, you'll be out of here soon anyways. Just need to get some sleep first...

~

Later in the night you're woken up by the sound of a large crash. It seemed to be close. You jolt up and quickly cover yourself in your damp clothes, heart racing in a panic as you look around. But the fire is already out. You can barely see 5 feet in front of you.

But though your night vision may be weak, you're hearing every single little sound. Things you probably should've picked up on earlier if you weren't so focused on how cold and soaked you were.

Starting in the hallway and gradually moving closer, there was a faint panting sound mixed with careful footsteps. The person heading towards you walked in a way that made you feel like they were trying to sneak up on you.

As quietly as you could, you moved to slip your shorts and top back on, hoping you could find your bra and panties soon after. The last thing you want is to be caught naked in somebody else's house that you clearly broke into.

With your damp clothes now on, you carefully but quickly shuffled around in the dark as the footsteps got closer, trying to look for your underwear.

You were bent over reaching under a chair when the walking stopped, but you froze in terror when you realized it was because the person was hovering above you. Their panting becoming clearer and heavier.

You slowly turned you head back, body trembling in fear. With the faint moonlight from the window aiding you, you were able to get a decent look at them. And honestly? You kind of liked what you saw.

You felt your face get hot as you looked the wild man up and down. He was so much taller than you, much hairier too, and with a nicely sculpted chest. He had a mask on as well, covering everything but his glossy brown eyes that were heavily dilated.

You looked up higher and saw two ears sitting atop his head, twitching lightly. They looked like wolf ears, and one seemed to have a chunk taken out, as if something had taken a bite.

Forcing yourself to stop ogling, you carefully turn your body over to sit on the floor and look up at him. The wolf man leans down with you, kneeling just in front of your feet. For whatever reason your body doesn't sense any danger, you've stopped twitching. But your mind is still racing with fear.

"Uh-umm..." His ears perk up at your soft voice, just barely leaning forward a bit more. "I'm sorry for intruding... I didn't think anyone was home, it looked abandoned. I-I just needed to get out of the storm, I'm so sorry."

He tilts his head to the side but says nothing. He didn't need to though, his actions spoke for themselves. He didn't mind you being here one bit.

Brahms got onto his hands and knees and crawled up your body like a predator stalking it's prey, so slow but calm, never breaking eye contact. His arms rest at the sides of your shoulders, caging you in. A warm tingling sensation spreads through your lower half as he hovers above you. A sudden warmth taking over your body, heart beating a lot faster now. You wonder if he can sense it.

He must have.

Catching you off guard, he experimentally ran a hand up your torso, stopping just below your breast. You assumed he was waiting for a signal to continue. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his mid back, brining him in a little closer.

He takes the hint and cups your tit in his large palm, giving it a gentle squeeze before swiping his thumb across your hardening nipple. You gasp and lightly press your nails into his back, he takes that a great sign, deciding to continue under your shirt.

He grabs the bottom of your t-shirt and lifts it just enough to expose your full chest. He buries his masked face into the crook of your neck as he continues to toy with your sensitive nipples. Your breathing is getting heavier the longer this goes on, occasionally letting out a little whine or gasp.

The sounds you're making drive him wild, he shifts his position to have your legs spread open, connecting his bulge to your clothed heat. He ruts into you greedily, whimpering under his breathe. It's not long before a wet patch starts to form on the front of his pants, not only from him, but from you as well.

The thin fabric of your shorts leaves little barrier between your sticky cunt and the rough fabric of his pants. You start to move your hips up to meet his, huffing uncontrollably as you feel an ache build up in your belly.

The way his bulge rubs against your clit and the feeling of him manhandling your tits makes your head spin. Your nails dig into back harder as you tremble underneath him, moaning as your about to cum.

He starts to rut into you more desperately now, going feral from the noises you're making and they way your nails dig into him. He's growling into your ear now, mumbling "so good" and "all mine" on repeat as his long tail wags behind him. He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace, needing to be as close as possible.

And with a few more rolls of his hips, the pressure building inside of you finally erupts. You grip onto him tightly as the pleasure hits you like a train, spreading through your entire body and making you shake. Moans and curses flow past your lips as you come down from your high, soon shifting to overstimulation as you wait for the man above you to cum next.

You don't have to wait long though, he was done for when he felt you cumming beneath him. He growled deeply as he felt himself quickly lose control, grinding into you like the wild animal he is.

When he reached his peak though, his big scary growls turned into pathetic puppy dog whimpers. He almost sounded like he was going to cry as he squeezed you tighter, riding out his orgasm for as long as he could, not wanting this feeling to ever stop.

Even after finishing though, Brahms refused to move. He kept you trapped in a tight bear hug, not realizing he was practically crushing you under his larger frame. It wasn't until you told him you couldn't breathe that he reluctantly moved to your side.

You felt like you could finally catch your breath as his grip around you loosened. He didn't completely pull away though, instead he just moved to your side, pulling you against his chest and holding you a little more gently this time.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Brahms whispered to you, "Please stay, don't leave me." as he rubbed your arms and played with your cute little bunny ears.

You smiled to yourself and promised him you wouldn't leave him. I mean, he asked so sweetly, who would you be to deny this gentle giant? <3

[missacidburn928]

My brain did that dialogue driven thing again...

I am choosing to leave the characters up to you. Whoever you feel fits the role is who is should be. I'll leave who I'm feeling after the dialogue driven words my brain wouldn't shut up about until I wrote it out.

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"Come on, baby. Hear me out. It's been 2 weeks already. You know she meant nothing to me. It was a stupid bet. I couldn't let him try and punk me like that by refusing."

The idiot has stopped me in my escape by placing his ridiculous frame in my path. Forcing me to confront him after I made my declaration of the end of our relationship and my intentions of never gracing him with my presence again.

As much as I do not want to. No matter how much I want to turn and just run away from the pain seeing his stupidly handsome will give me. I need him to get the message that we are well and truly over. Which is going to require some bravery on my part as I look him in the eye.

"You know what hurts the most? That you weren't even the one to realize how good you had it once it left you. No your little jesters had to point it out for you before it even registered in that thick skull of yours. God, I'm so pathetic to have given myself to such an asshole. Wait, no that gives assholes a bad name and some of my favorite people are assholes. You're just a vapid narcissist fool who can't see past his own ego to save himself. I am so thankful your carelessness and lack of self restraint pulled the e brake on your twisted carnival ride. Allowing me to walk away with my self esteem still intact. So please just go away. I meant what I said when I told you I never wanted to willingly lay eyes on you again. The sugar sweet apologies still perched in the back of your throat. I hope they turn to ash and poison. Slowly suffocating you in your delusions until self preservation takes over and you finally. Leave. Me. Alone."

I give myself a moment to catch my breath as my words sink in. I can already tell they are barely penetrating his thick skin. Movement to my left catches my eye. A body frame and gait I know all too well walking my way. With one quick look in their eyes I know my escape is not only imminent but will leave a devastating blow.

"There's my favorite human."

My shaking hand is quickly engulfed in warmth. Easing the tremors and replacing them with a sense of safety and ease as I am pulled away from my waste of space ex, into the embrace of my best friend.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, sweet face. You know how chatty my boss can be."

A kiss is placed upon my forehead. Extinguishing any remaining anxiety like a xanax to the bloodstream.

"Not at all. As always your timing was impeccable."

A throat is cleared beside us.

"Can I help you man? Me and the lady were just on our way home. Cozy date night ya know."

Eyes filled with barely restrained rage and hurt stare daggers into me.

"Him. That's whose bed you're warming now. Should have figured he was more than a friend this whole time. You know what, fuck you. You'll never have all of this again."

"So you can listen."

He steps forward.

"Fucking bitch."

I am smoothly pulled behind my black knight.

"I know that most of your brain cells are located in your biceps but I'm gonna need you to take a step back from my girl before I have to do something rather ungentlemanly."

"You against me? I don't care how big you think you are you couldn't land a punch on me if i gave you a free-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the sense as well as his consciousness is knocked out of him by a firm fist to the jaw. As soon as he hits the cold ground I am scooped up and carried valiantly over the limp body of my ex.

"Now what did you have in mind for dinner? I'm suddenly feeling rather ravenous and I'm not quite sure if food will be sufficient enough."

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The pairs of men my brain came up with: (Let Me Know Yours)

Ex!Ransom & Bestfriend!Jax

Ex!Billy Hargrove & Bestfriend!Eddie

Ex!August Walker & Bestfriend!Will Shaw

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[fharzai]

who?: @theportaraceli where?: the dreamrealm when?: the siege babey

Only recently had he woken again yet the dreamrealm was screaming for his help. Fharzai had quickly gleaned that the situation in Aventia had worsened during Munin's nightmare, but hope wasn't lost. He could still make a push with the light the pattern chose for him. Fharzai was more confident on his walks now, entering their dreams and understanding their situation more deeply than ever before. He wanted to weep but remained steadfast beneath the hood of his cloak. Nightmare plagued their sleep and the glowing light of his staff illuminated the darkness. Where he stepped, a peaceful dream would blossom. They would have a chance to enjoy it later in the night, but for now Fharzai had to help them adjust course. "Hello, traveler," he greets her as the last of the nightmare is washed out. "You're taking too long, it's time to go." She'd understand, his words were pertinent to the life she led. Fharzai still felt he shouldn't directly interfere with the paths of the living, but he'd push to the furthest limit his personal code allowed. What his words could not convey, the two paths stemming from her feet serve to represent. One led to a cluster of lights so close she could count each individual one, all set ablaze by hot black flames. The other led to a light far off in the distance, one she could barely make out at all. He felt the path she needed to take was clear, but the choice was ultimately hers. "One leads to ruin, the other salvation. You cannot take both and the longer you wait the likelier you'll get to choose neither," he says, pounding his staff down to pull dreammist to him. He had other paths to walk though he was curious to see what choice she specifically made in the end.

[theegreenmuse]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝

☞ How my 90-day social media cleanse opened my eyes to the beauty of the unplugged world:

🪷 Taking a step back from social media from November 2023-February 2024 was my way of escaping the cycle of comparing my life to the curated perfection of others online. In doing so, I discovered a profound reconnection with the world around me. Without the constant pull of curated feeds and perfectly staged posts, I began to see the genuine beauty of life in its purest form. Conversations became more meaningful, my surroundings felt more vibrant, and my self-awareness deepened.

This detox was a journey toward finding authenticity in the simplicity of everyday moments. It taught me the incredible value of living fully in the present, savoring the real connections and experiences that life offers beyond the screen. This revelation showed me that true contentment and joy come from engaging with the world directly, rather than through the lens of social media.

🪷 Currently, I have embarked on another social media detox, starting on June 17th. This ongoing break is once again reinforcing the lessons I learned during my previous cleanse. I am finding peace in the present moment and fostering deeper connections without the distraction of constant notifications and scrolling.

Embracing this time away from social media has been empowering and uplifting, and I want to share this journey with you. Here are my tips to help you achieve a successful social media detox:

☞ Pressing Pause for Peace of Mind

🪷 In today's whirlwind of endless scrolling and notifications, it's easy to feel lost in the digital shuffle. If you've noticed that opening your social media apps feels more obligatory than enjoyable, it might be the universe nudging you to press pause. Trust me, stepping back to breathe and recharge offline isn't just beneficial; it's necessary. Your mental health deserves that kindness.

☞ Reviving My Creative Spirit

🪷 Outside the confines of those apps lies a vast, vibrant world waiting to spark your creativity and uplift your mood. Imagine treating your mind to a reset, as you would your phone after it glitches. That's what a break from social media can offer—a chance to reboot and refresh.

☞ Beyond the Screen: A Journey of Self-Discovery

🪷 Ever been haunted by FOMO? That fear of missing out can feel all-consuming, but it's fleeting. What's enduring is the opportunity to reconnect with your true self and unearth the hobbies and passions that have been buried under a pile of notifications.

☞ Choosing Reality Over Comparison

🪷 Embarking on a social media detox isn't about escaping reality; it's about enhancing it. It's a journey towards breaking free from the relentless cycle of comparison, reigniting the flames of your offline life, and regaining control over your digital consumption. This journey is about finding balance and remembering that life's most precious moments don't require a Wi-Fi connection.

☞ Returning to Social Media With a Fresh Perspective

🪷 One of the greatest revelations comes when you realize social media will still be there after your break, unchanged. But you? You'll return transformed—with fresher eyes, a lighter heart, and a newfound sense of clarity and calm.

☞ Embracing the Real World: My Social Media Detox Story

🪷 So, consider this your personal sign, from someone who's walked this path: Dive into the detox. Allow yourself to explore and embrace the joys that exist beyond your screen. The real, meaningful connections you'll forge offline will remind you of what it truly means to live—fully, deeply, authentically. Your mind, body, and soul will not only thank you but flourish because of it.

With love and support,

- 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞

[qs63]

I'm actually curious about more than one of them, so I'll ask and you can choose one, or share a snippet or each, your choicr

1. Barril's because I've read the ch1 and I'm intrigued

2. Roy de-aged

3. Rebecca's fic

4. Marianne's gift

Thank you for asking! I'm more than happy to provide an answer for each of them. x)

Barril's

So yes, this is now called "Voices of the court" (named after a Hiroyuki Sawano song "Voices of the chord") and the first chapter was posted earlier this week. This is the same continuity as "The King's Counselor" and it's set almost a year after that fic. I don't want to give out too many plot details yet, but it is a bumpy ride for Roy and Riza. Here's a little excerpt from chapter 2:

Riza rolled the sleeves of her jacket and walked into the small kitchen. She occupied herself washing the dishes and throwing away some of Roy's spoiled food while she waited for him to finish showering. She was just putting some glasses inside the cabinets when Roy's larger hands pressed against hers, effectively stopping her from moving.

"You don't have to do that."

"You told me to make myself at home."

She couldn't see his face from that angle, but she could practically feel him glaring at the back of her head. He'd never liked when she cleaned after him. Not when he'd been her father's apprentice, and not now that they were sleeping together. He allowed it more at work, and even then that had taken her years of reminding him that taking care of him was part of her job.

She expected him to shush her away and take over the cleaning like he usually did. Instead, she was surprised by the weight of his chest against her back, and by the feel of his lips against the scar on her neck.

Roy de-aged

This is a very silly fic that started because of THIS tomochingus art and a conversation with Scienceoftheidiot. It's about Fuhrer Roy getting de-aged into academy Roy, and discovering all the wonderful and horrible things his future has for him.

The door suddenly opened, and a beautiful blonde lady entered the room. She looked at him and frowned. "What's the meaning of this, Havoc? Where is my hu–"

Roy squinted hard at her. There was something utterly familiar about her appearance. She looked just like… "Riza?"

Her breath hitched. She blinked and turned back to him with an increasingly fearful expression. "Roy?"

Wow.

What the hell.

Was that really little Riza Hawkeye?

Rebecca's fic

This one —also referred as the Hayate fic — is about Rebecca finding out Riza is sleeping with Roy thanks to Hayate. It's fun but also very angsty. This is almost complete and probably what I'm posting next.

"You're telling me that, all these years, you have been pinning after this dumbass and you hadn't jumped him?"

"It's complicated."

"Oh, I'm sure it is. Starting with the fact that you could get Court Martialed for it. But seriously, how stubborn can you be?" Rebecca sighed. "At least tell me you're getting a transfer request."

"No," Riza said immediately. For some reason she looked scared. "I can't. I– My duty comes first."

"Then what? You'll be the Mustang's dirty little secret until one of you retires? You can't seriously be okay with that, Riza. You deserve better than that."

Marianne's gift

I have posted about this one before. The code name is snow. This is about one of the East-Briggs training exercises going wrong and Riza getting injured. Roy is out of his mind with worry, and Lieutenant Ross is done with it all.

"I see an arm!" Sergeant Grey yelled. Roy was immediately running after him.

Please, let it be her.

He prayed with no small amount of guilt. He should be equally worried about all his men, but he'd never quite mastered how not to separate her from the rest. He needed her to be alright. He wasn't sure what he would do if she wasn't. She was his tether to sanity. The only thing keeping him from wandering off the right path.

Roy took a deep breath, and put his fear back inside the box at the bottom of his soul. He had no time for it right now. He had a role to play.

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[weiklawoffice]

How to Handle Vehicle Loans in Chapter 7 Bankruptcy in Raleigh, NC

Figuring out what to do with your car loan is one of the big decisions you'll face when filing for Chapter 7 bankruptcy in Raleigh, NC. As your bankruptcy attorney, I'm here to walk you through the process and help determine the best path forward, given your unique financial situation.

Under Chapter 7 bankruptcy, you typically have three main options for dealing with vehicle loans:

Reaffirmation

With a reaffirmation agreement, you agree to continue making payments on your car loan as originally contracted, despite the bankruptcy. 

This allows you to keep the vehicle as long as you stay current. The lender will have you sign a reaffirmation agreement to reaffirm the debt. I'll review the terms to ensure they are in your best interest before filing the agreement with the court.

Redemption

Redemption lets you pay off the car at its current fair market value rather than the full loan balance. 

This can significantly lower the amount needed to own the vehicle outright. If you have access to funds (like from a friend or relative), redemption may be a smart choice - especially if you have negative equity. 

As your Weik bankruptcy attorney in Raleigh, I can help you determine the car's value and file a motion with the court to approve the redemption.

Surrender

If you can't afford the payments or no longer want the vehicle, surrendering it in bankruptcy is also an option. 

This erases your liability for any loan balance remaining after the car is sold at auction. While giving up your automobile is never easy, in some cases, it's the most financially prudent move. 

We can discuss transportation alternatives and ensure you're well-positioned to get another vehicle in the future.

It's important to note that North Carolina bankruptcy exemptions only protect up to $3,500 in motor vehicle value ($7,000 for joint filers), if the automobile is in joint names.

If your car has more equity than this, the trustee could potentially sell it to repay creditors. We'll carefully assess your vehicle's equity and explore ways to protect it. For instance, there's a  that may be applied depending on your case.

Also, keep in mind that if you're behind on payments, the automatic stay in Raleigh bankruptcy only temporarily stops repossession. The lender can still seek court permission to reclaim the car. That's why it's crucial to decide on your statement of intention and take action quickly.

Book Your Free Consultation

No matter which route you choose, know that I'm in your corner throughout the process. Together, we'll create a customized plan to handle your vehicle loan in a way that provides much-needed financial relief while also meeting your transportation needs.

If you're considering Chapter 7 bankruptcy and need guidance on managing your car loan, call Weik Law Office today at 919-845-7721 for a free consultation and set up a time to speak with one of our friendly professionals. 

[wyvern-walkthroughs]

~ Part 2: Route 1

Three months have passed since the video call with Professor Kukui.

The screen is panned out over one of the Alola region's islands, Melemele Island, showcasing the different landmarks including a bay, Ten Karat Hill and a small city. Depending on the version you're using the time will either be day(UltraSun), with clear blue waters or night(UltraMoon) with the starry night sky reflected in the salty waters.

The camera pans down to a house settled on the east side of the island. A child will run down the pathway in front of the house chasing after an Alolan Meowth.

The camera pans over to a tan-skinned woman standing on a terrace with a Kantonian Meowth beside her as she is basking in the sunlight/moonlight. She tells the Pokémon to wake up the player.

The Meowth runs off inside and into a room decorated to fit the gender of the player, running to the bed to wake them. After you sit up and leave the room (or explore first and interact with objects) your mother will step inside and talk to you about meeting the Alolan Pokémon. She then tells you to grab your accessories.

After putting on your hat and bag your mother encourages you to go out and explore. You're now free to leave the house.

—

Stepping outside you have two paths you can take but only one is open. That would be the pathway to the left, an inclined path with several NPCs to interact with. As you walk around you'll see bird Pokémon flying above. Wingulls(UltraSun) or Murkrow(UltraMoon).

Upon reaching the small patch of grass up ahead something rustles from within. A short cutscene shows a wild Pokémon running out and towards you, and it isn't friendly. As it tries to get closer three Pokémon suddenly rush out and get in between you and the wild Pokémon, successfully scaring it off.

After thanking your little trio of saviors, Kukui shows up from behind you as you run to him. He proclaims he didn't recognize you at first and asks if you're okay before properly greeting you, afterwards telling you about the three Pokémon that saved you. Right after he insists that you take one to become your starter Pokémon.

Once you've selected your partner Pokémon Kukui insists you go and visit the Island Kahuna in Iki Town.

—

Upon walking forward into the grass you're thrust into your first Pokémon battle with a Lv. 3 wild Alolan Rattata. Its only moves are Tackle and Tail Whip.

Walking further up the path you'll find two paths blocked off. The northern pathway is barricaded and the eastern path is blocked by a pair of Pokémon Trainers having a battle.

Heading west you'll find a Lass next to a signpost and across the patch of grass is a Potion you can collect. Avoid the grass by going behind the signpost.

—

Continue west and you'll be greeted with a short cutscene. A boy about your age runs down the steps and over to you, energetically introducing himself as Hau. After complimenting you on your Pokémon choice Professor Kukui appears with the other two starter Pokémon in tow, apologizing to Hau for letting the player choose their starter first. Hau is then allowed to choose his partner Pokémon.

Hau will always choose the starter weakest to the one that you chose. So if you chose Popplio, Hau will choose Litten.

After choosing his starter, Hau will challenge you to a Pokémon Battle.

After you win the battle Hau excitedly congratulates you and your Pokémon. Professor Kukui insists that you continue on into Iki Town. Before you do, continue west through a thick patch of grass to collect a Paralyze Heal. Head back and up the steps ahead into Iki Town.

–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–

~ ◀️ [PART 1: INTRO]

~ [PART 3: IKI TOWN] ▶️

–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–_–

[aarushitravel]

Cab Booking in Dharamshala: Your Gateway to Exploring the Himalayan Paradise

Are you planning a trip to Dharamshala, the serene and picturesque hill station nestled in the lap of the mighty Himalayas? If so, you're in for an incredible journey through nature's wonders. To make your visit even more memorable, consider Cab Booking in Dharamshala. This article will delve into why choosing this mode of transportation is the right decision for your adventure in this beautiful destination.

Why Choose Cab Booking in Dharamshala

When visiting Dharamshala, you'll find that the region offers numerous options for transportation, including buses, rental cars, and even walking for the more adventurous. However, cab booking in Dharamshala stands out for several compelling reasons.

The Convenience of Cab Services

Traveling around a hilly terrain like Dharamshala can be challenging, especially if you're unfamiliar with the area. Cab services provide a convenient solution as you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the scenic beauty while experienced drivers navigate the winding roads.

A Variety of Options

Dharamshala cab services offer a range of vehicles to suit your needs. Whether you're traveling solo, with your family, or a larger group, you'll find the perfect cab that fits your requirements, ensuring a comfortable and safe journey.

Exploring Dharamshala's Beauty

One of the primary reasons for visiting Dharamshala is to immerse yourself in the natural beauty it offers. Cab drivers are often locals who can take you to hidden gems and breathtaking viewpoints, ensuring you don't miss out on any of the region's splendors.

Professional and Reliable Drivers

Cab services in Dharamshala take pride in their experienced and professional drivers. They are not only skilled at handling the challenging terrain but also provide excellent customer service, making your journey enjoyable and safe.

Competitive Pricing

Contrary to what you might think, booking a cab in Dharamshala is often cost-effective. With various packages and options available, you can find something that suits your budget and preferences.

Booking Process Made Easy

In the age of technology, booking a cab is a breeze. Many service providers offer online booking options, allowing you to plan your journey in advance and ensure a hassle-free experience upon arrival.

Safety and Security

When you book a cab in Dharamshala, you can rest assured that safety is a top priority. Cab services implement stringent safety measures, making your journey worry-free.

Local Insights and Guidance

Cab drivers in Dharamshala are often a treasure trove of local knowledge. They can guide you to the best eateries, attractions, and off-the-beaten-path locations, offering you a comprehensive experience of the region.

Customer Reviews and Testimonials

Before booking your cab, take some time to read customer reviews and testimonials. This can provide valuable insights into the quality of service you can expect, helping you make an informed choice.

The Perfect Option for Tourists

Dharamshala welcomes tourists from all corners of the world. Cab services understand the unique needs of tourists and go the extra mile to make your visit memorable.

Eco-Friendly Travel

Dharamshala is known for its pristine environment. Booking a cab contributes to sustainable and eco-friendly travel by reducing your carbon footprint.

About Aarushi Travel

Your gateway to Dharamshala's enchanting beauty, offering seamless cab reservations, experienced drivers, and tailored expeditions.

Booking a Cab: Tips and Tricks

To make the most of your cab booking experience in Dharamshala, consider these tips and tricks, such as booking in advance, clearly communicating your preferences, and having a backup plan.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Cab Booking in Dharamshala is the ideal way to explore this Himalayan paradise. It offers convenience, safety, and local insights that enhance your trip. Plus, you'll be contributing to sustainable travel. So, go ahead, book your cab, and get ready for a memorable journey through the mesmerizing landscapes of Dharamshala.

[sanptest]

Your Guide to Registering for SNAP Test 2023

Are you ready to take the first step towards an MBA in 2023? The Symbiosis National Aptitude Test (SNAP) could be your ticket to a successful career in business administration. In this concise guide, we'll walk you through the essential steps for registering for SNAP Test 2023, filling out the SNAP form, and preparing for this crucial entrance exam.

Why Choose the SNAP Test?

Before we dive into the registration process, let's understand why the SNAP Test is the top choice for MBA aspirants in 2023. SNAP Test, conducted by Symbiosis International (Deemed University), is a prestigious national-level entrance exam that opens doors to some of India's top business schools. If an MBA in 2023 is your goal, the SNAP Test is your path to a brighter future.

How to Register for SNAP Test?

Step 1: Mark Your Calendar

SNAP Test 2023 will be held on three different dates: December 10, December 17, and December 22, 2023. Mark these dates on your calendar and stay tuned for test timings, which will be communicated through your Admit Card.

Step 2: Multiple Test Attempts

One significant advantage of the SNAP Test is the opportunity to take up to three tests in 2023. This allows you to maximise your chances of achieving an impressive score. If you decide to take multiple tests, don't worry about normalisation. Your highest score will be considered for percentile calculation, ensuring a fair assessment.

Step 3: Online Registration

To register for SNAP Test 2023, follow these steps:

Visit the official SNAP Test website at snaptest.org.

The registration window is open until November 23, 2023. Complete your registration within this period.

Provide accurate information during registration, as changes won't be allowed after fee payment.

Step 4: Registration Fee Payment

To complete your registration, you'll need to pay the SNAP Test registration fee of INR 2150 per test, with additional government taxes as applicable. You can make this payment through three methods:

Easebuzz Payment Gateway: For a hassle-free online payment experience, follow the instructions on the SNAP Test website.

Billdesk Payment Gateway: Billdesk offers a secure payment gateway; follow the website's instructions for smooth processing.

Payment Through Demand Draft: If you prefer traditional methods, opt for payment through Demand Draft (DD). 

Your Admit Card will be available for download from the SNAP website after payment confirmation. Communication regarding your Admit Card and other important details will be sent to your registered email address.

How to Fill SNAP Form

While registering for the SNAP Test is crucial, filling out the SNAP form accurately is equally important. Here are some key tips:

Provide your personal information, including your name, date of birth, and contact details, accurately.

Carefully select your category and preferred test city, as these choices affect your test experience and admission.

Choose a test date that suits your schedule, considering you can take up to three tests.

Upload a recent scanned colour passport-size photo during online registration, ensuring it's not more than six months old.

Getting Ready for the Entrance Exam

Once your registration is successfully completed and you have your Admit Card, it's time to focus on your SNAP Test preparation, the ultimate entrance exam for MBA in 2023. It's important to note that SNAP Test scores are valid only for admission to select programs of SIU for the academic year 2024-25. Admissions are purely merit-based and depend on your performance in SNAP and other prescribed processes by the University. Therefore, thorough preparation well in advance is essential to excel in this competitive examination

The SNAP 2023 results will be declared on January 10, 2024, on snaptest.org, and will be available until February 09, 2024. This timeline gives you ample opportunity to explore your MBA options and make informed decisions based on your SNAP Test results.

MBA Application Form 2023: Your Time to Shine

Consider every step, from registration to completing the SNAP form, as brushstrokes that bring your future into clear focus. With the SNAP Test, you're on your way to unlocking success and stepping confidently into the world of business administration. Don't let this opportunity pass you by. Register for SNAP Test 2023, and let your journey to an MBA in 2023 begin!

[andrewthomson8779]

Chicago Cash for Junk Cars: Turning Clunkers into Instant Cash

In the vibrant city of Chicago, a transformative trend is reshaping the way residents approach their old, unwanted vehicles – cash for junk cars in chicago. This innovative solution offers a seamless and efficient process for turning clunkers into valuable instant cash. Whether your car is sitting idle, taking up precious space, or has become a headache to maintain, this comprehensive guide will navigate you through the step-by-step process of unlocking the financial potential of your junk car in the Windy City.

Embrace the Possibilities of Instant Cash

Bid farewell to the days of letting your clunker languish in obscurity. Chicago Cash for Junk Cars opens up a world of possibilities, allowing you to transform what was once a liability into a valuable asset. Your old vehicle, which may have lost its shine and functionality, still holds worth in its components, materials, and salvageable parts. By embracing this opportunity, you not only declutter your space but also walk away with instant cash – a win-win situation that benefits both your wallet and your surroundings.

The Streamlined Path to Financial Gain

Selling a junk car through Chicago Cash for Junk Cars eliminates the complexities and uncertainties often associated with traditional selling methods. The process is designed for efficiency, convenience, and transparency. Start by reaching out to the experts, who will assess your clunker's value based on various factors, such as its make, model, condition, and market trends. You'll then receive a fair and competitive cash offer. Once you accept the offer, the logistics are taken care of, with your clunker promptly removed from your premises and cash handed to you on the spot.

Unlock Hidden Value within Clunkers

One of the most compelling aspects of Chicago Cash for Junk Cars is its ability to unlock hidden value within clunkers. What might seem like a hunk of metal and rust holds potential in its components and materials. Expert evaluators ensure that you receive a cash offer that reflects the true worth of your vehicle, considering factors that go beyond the surface. By participating in this process, you tap into the value that lies dormant within your clunker, transforming it into tangible instant cash.

An Eco-Friendly Approach to Disposal

Chicago Cash for Junk Cars not only benefits your finances but also supports an eco-friendly approach to vehicle disposal. Rather than allowing your clunker to contribute to automotive waste or fill up landfills, this process emphasizes responsible disposal. Salvageable parts are repurposed, materials are recycled, and the environmental impact is minimized. By choosing this sustainable option, you actively contribute to reducing waste, conserving resources, and promoting a greener Chicago.

Take Charge of Your Financial Future

Participating in Chicago Cash for Junk Cars is a proactive step towards taking charge of your financial future. Instead of letting your clunker be a burden, you turn it into a valuable resource. The instant cash you receive can be used for various purposes – from covering immediate expenses to investing in new opportunities. This financial empowerment sets you on a path to make the most of your resources and shape a brighter future for yourself.

Conclusion

Chicago Cash for Junk Cars isn't just a transaction – it's a transformative journey that empowers you to make conscious choices for your wallet, your space, and the environment. As you bid adieu to your clunker and welcome the instant cash it brings, remember that you're part of a movement that values efficiency, sustainability, and financial empowerment. Embrace the journey, unlock hidden value within your clunker, and experience the satisfaction of turning a neglected vehicle into instant cash that enriches your life and contributes to a cleaner, greener Chicago.

[yogateacherstraining789]

Unleashing Your Potential: The Ultimate Guide to Yoga Teacher Training

Are you passionate about yoga and ready to take your practice to the next level? If so, embarking on a journey towards becoming a certified yoga teacher might be the perfect path for you. Yoga teacher training not only deepens your understanding of this ancient practice but also equips you with the skills to inspire and guide others on their wellness journeys. In this comprehensive guide, we'll walk you through the ins and outs of yoga teacher training, from its benefits to the steps to becoming a certified yoga instructor. So roll out your mat, take a deep breath, and let's dive in!

The Benefits of Yoga Teacher Training

1. Deepen Your Practice

Yoga teacher training goes beyond the poses; it's an opportunity to delve into the philosophy and history of yoga. Through intensive study, you'll gain a profound understanding of asanas, meditation techniques, and the art of breathing. This immersive experience will refine your personal practice, allowing you to connect more deeply with your body and mind.

2. Share Your Passion

If yoga has positively impacted your life, why not share that magic with others? Teacher training empowers you to become a knowledgeable and compassionate instructor. You'll learn effective communication and hands-on adjustments, enabling you to guide students safely through their practice while encouraging personal growth.

3. Connect and Inspire

Yoga is a journey best shared. During your training, you'll connect with like-minded individuals who share your passion. Lifelong friendships and a supportive community often emerge from these programs. As a teacher, you'll have the privilege of inspiring others to embark on their wellness journeys, fostering positive change in their lives.

Choosing the Right Yoga Teacher Training Program

4. Research Extensively

Selecting the right training program is pivotal. Research various schools and read reviews from previous students. Consider the style of yoga they focus on, the qualifications of their instructors, and the curriculum they offer. A well-rounded program should cover anatomy, philosophy, teaching methodology, and practicum.

5. Determine Your Preferred Style

Yoga comes in various flavors: Hatha, Vinyasa, Ashtanga, Yin, and more. Identify the style that resonates with you and aligns with your teaching goals. Each style offers unique benefits, and choosing the right one will ensure you're invested in the training process.

6. Location and Schedule

Whether you're considering an intensive retreat or a part-time course, the location and schedule are crucial factors. Ensure that the timing and location fit your lifestyle and commitments. An environment that nurtures learning and reflection can significantly enhance your experience.

The Journey to Certification

7. Immerse Yourself

Once you've enrolled, dive into the training experience with an open heart and mind. Immerse yourself in every aspect, from the physical practice to the philosophy discussions. Engage with your instructors and fellow trainees, embracing the opportunity to learn from diverse perspectives.

8. Practice, Practice, Practice

Yoga is not just theoretical; it's practical. Devote time to your personal practice and teaching skills daily. Whether it's perfecting a challenging pose or refining your cueing techniques, consistent practice will boost your confidence and proficiency.

9. Embrace Growth

Throughout your training, be open to growth and evolution. Challenges may arise, both on and off the mat. Embrace them as opportunities for self-discovery and transformation. Your journey towards becoming a yoga teacher is not just about teaching others; it's about your own continuous journey of learning and self-improvement.

Crafting Your Unique Teaching Style

10. Find Your Voice

As you progress in your training, you'll develop a unique teaching style that reflects your personality and values. Embrace authenticity and find the teaching methods that resonate with you. Whether you lean towards a spiritual approach or a more fitness-oriented one, your individuality will be your strength.

Conclusion: Embrace the Transformation

Embarking on the path of yoga teacher training is not just about learning how to instruct yoga; it's a transformative journey that touches every aspect of your life. The deepening of your practice, the connections you forge, and the growth you experience all contribute to a holistic transformation. As you step into the role of a certified yoga teacher, remember that you're not just guiding others—you're guiding yourself towards a more mindful, purposeful, and fulfilling life.

In conclusion, yoga teacher training is a profound adventure that allows you to share your passion, inspire others, and grow personally. Choose your training program wisely, immerse yourself fully, and embrace the evolution of your practice and teaching style. Your journey towards becoming a certified yoga teacher is an investment in both your personal growth and the well-being of those you'll guide on the mat. So, roll out your mat, take that leap of faith, and embark on a rewarding odyssey of self-discovery through yoga.

[leoascendente]

PAC // Harvest moon 🌙

Hi my loves! Welcome to this new PAC 🥰. We'll see today what brings you this full moon in Pisces, known as well as the Harvest moon. This time I'll be only writting the tarot cards and the oracles I have in english, many of my oracles are in spanish and trying to translate the cards is terrible for me and loose a lot of meaning in the translation. So I hope you don't mind, thank you, babes. This spread is also shorter because I'm exhausted af, sorry babes, will compensate the next week 💞

Decks used: Work your light oracle, Ethereal visions tarot, Moonology oracle and Goddess guidance oracle.

As always take a deep breath before choosing your pile and take only what resonates with you.

Pics are from pinterest, credits to their owners.

Pile 1:

- What are you attracting?

Joy and happiness will be the major gifts this moon will bring you, you are attracting a massive glow up babe! You'll be more confident about yourself but also about your life path, you'll be gaining trust in destiny and what it has in store for you. There's a huge healing energy around you through this full moon but also the week previous and the week after, wear green clothes, paint your nails green or whatever you prefer that involves the green color, also you can light a green candle to amplify the healing energy. After this moon you'll feel released from a heavy weight you were carrying and this will allow you to enjoy your life in a more plenty way being aligned with yourself.

- Your havest:

(Cards: 5 of wands rev; The Devil; 10 of swords rev; Ace of swords / Bod: 4 of swords)

It's all about healing and progress, relief from conflicts and dramas and being more focused in yourself and what you want for your current life and your future. You'll see yourself with more loving eyes, also I see you'll be feeling very sexy or at least more in tune with your sexuality (you might be working your natal lilith or with your dark femenine and babe, is giving ressults!). Insecurities and self doubts you were dealing with will disolve making you more sure and aware of yourself and your life. Take time to rest and meditate, this will help you clear your thoughts and sharpen your mind to lead you to where you want to be.

- After the moon:

(Cards: Full moon eclipse/ Full moon in Pisces)

A solution you've been waiting for finally arrives, if you have been dealing with stagnacy or delay those moments will end pretty soon and in a very peaceful way. Everything will get into place after a long time of uncertainess, flow and allow the Divine intervention help and comfort you through this moon and meanwhile keep doing whatever you are doing, working, studying, making sport... because pretty soon after this moon you'll recieve an awesome new.

- Divine guide:

Set healthy boundaries, my love, say "no" when you don't feel in the mood, no matter who gets mad you have to respect your boundaries and energy levels. Give yourself the time and space to tune with your inner peace, spend time in nature and enjoy your beautiful company, so things by yourself just for you, to make you happy. You can also take advantage of the full moon to reforce your intuition and psychic gifts with meditation or any witchy activity you feel attracted to.

Pile 2:

- What are you attracting?:

Alignment and stability. You might have been feeling like walking on air instead of solid ground, like everything around you was completely out of your control, don't worry anymore sweetheart because this moon will give you grounding and peace. A wish you had and have been waiting for to manifest is approaching you very fast, your life is going to change to be filled by light and joy, after a period of darkness you are finally reaching the light at the end of the tunnel. Congratulations love! 😊

- Your harvest:

(Cards: Queen of pentacles; Page of swords; 5 of swords; 8 of cups; 8 of swords rev; King of cups // bod: The Chariot)

Wow pile 2, I've got a lot of cards for you! You are entering into a new chapter of your life completely different of what you used to know, you'll see the ressults of hard work manifesting really soon. I see you happy and motivated, you want to move forwards and the obstacles in your way that looked like mountains are now little rocks in the road. You've been doing your work silently to protect it, I see also an internal work or deep healing you have been through, you have evolved and left behind a hard time of your life, you are releasing chains you didn't knew you had and it's giving you new opportunities. There's something related to money too, like you are getting a more paid job, a promotion idk what it is but money is on your way. There's also a love opportunity very close if you haven't met this new person already, this person entering your life is bringing positive changes and has long term intentions, they are emotionally mature, they know what they want in love and will see in you the chance of fulfill all of their love wishes.

- After the moon:

(Cards: New moon in Taurus // Full moon in Aries)

Get ready for abundance and prosperity love because it's very close! Money and success in whatever you are working in will give it's fruits and it's going to be explossive (in the positove way, of course 😅), I don't have much to say about this, it's all about happiness, abundance and love. I just can say, your hard work was worth the wait (and the pain) and your dreams are becoming a reality, I am so so happy for you 💞

- Divine guide:

(Cards: Aphrodite; inner goddess / Abundantia; prosperity / Lakshmi; bright future)

(I wasn't going to write the cards from this oracle but the message is so beautiful that I wanted you to read it by yourself as well) Paper yourself babe, you deserve it! Treat yourself like the Divine creature you are, live and enjoy babe because there's nothing stopping you. You'll have the money you needed and also good news related to your future, so do something you've been wanting to do for a long time and you left aside to give priority to responsabilities, everything will be better than fine! 🥰

Pile 3:

- What are you attracting?:

You release fear and insecurity. You were dealing with a karmic blockage, something that kept you moving in the shadows. You might think you've been stagnant but not, my love, you've been moving forward on the inside. You are attracting the solution to your karmic blockage (it might be related to your south node), you've been building a new mindset and perspective about life, maybe you had a lack mentality and you are seeing how it was keeping you stuck. Don't worry babe, this time was needed to reflect and meditate about your personal journey, you have learnt your lessons and soon you will be getting more confidece about your knowledge and wisdom. You needed to change the mindset or an unhealthy habit by getting introspection, you did it great even if you are not giving the proper value to what you have achieved internally. You are attracting a new view in your horizon, remember that the mountains within us are the hardest to clim and you have done it😊

- Your harvest:

(Cards: 7 of wands; 2 of wands; The Fool; The Chariot // bod: 8 of cups)

A new direction in your life with more prosperity awaiting for you, a complete new chapter of your life, confidence in yourself and your path (read pile 1 if ypu felt drawn to). Here is a deep transformation babe so also give yourself some time to recharge energies, you've been dealing with an inner war fighting with your darkness to give it light. It's the end of a karmic cicle that was holding you back, you'll have new great ideas and opportunities for your future, mostly related to your passion, work or studies. Your roads are now open babe, enjoy it and jump into what life is about to bring you, leave behind what no longer serves you and step into the unknown

- After the moon:

(Cards: North node / First quarter moon / New moon in Gemini)

You'll be aligning with your soul purpose and your guides will prove your commitment with your desired goals. If you want something you have to go after it and leave the fear behind, if you have any project in mind you also have to protect it and be constant to reach the outcome you are looking for. This might be related to communication or at least communication will play at your favor, balance your throat chakra and write your goals, this will help you express more clearly and remind yourself what you want for your life.

- Divine guide:

(Cards: Cordelia; go outside / Coventina; purification / Isis; past life)

Your energies need to be refreshed, do things to help you release negativity and purify yourself. Take salt baths or light an incense in your home, whatever is helpful for you to release negative energies. In times of drastic changes, and even more when a karmic cicle is closing we are more vulnerable to recieve negativity so help yourself in the most useful way for you. Cordelia also invites you to spend time in nature or outside your home more often, you could take a walk or make some kind of outdoors excersice to relax.

Happy full moon 💕

- With love; Bela💋

[bontenten]

Bewitch

Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest WC: 7.4k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...

Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?

Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.

It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.

The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.

For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...

Wait. A wanted sign?

You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.

The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.

While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.

"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.

"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"

Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.

"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."

Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.

"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."

You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.

"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.

Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."

"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.

Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.

You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.

"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."

Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."

"No, it's quite alright."

How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.

"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."

Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"

"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"

"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.

You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.

"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.

It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.

Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.

The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.

They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.

"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"

Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."

"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.

"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."

"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"

You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."

"We—"

"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.

Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.

"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."

It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.

"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"

"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?

Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"

You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.

"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.

You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.

You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.

"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"

That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.

You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.

Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.

"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."

Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."

"Fuck me, 'Samu."

"With pleasure."

The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.

You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins! 

You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.

Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.

You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.

"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.

With pleasure.

You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.

A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.

No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....

You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.

"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.

You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.

"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.

"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."

Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?

Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.

"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.

"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."

"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."

Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"

Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.

"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."

"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"

"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.

Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."

"Fuck you."

"Hm."

Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."

"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.

While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.

"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."

"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."

They grin.

Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—

"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.

"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"

His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.

Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.

"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.

You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.

"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."

With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.

Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.

"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.

Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.

You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.

"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."

Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.

Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.

Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."

Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.

His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.

"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."

You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.

"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"

He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."

Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.

"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"

Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.

Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.

Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.

"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"

Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.

Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.

Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.

Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"

No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.

"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"

Your screams are muffled whimpers.

Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.

Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."

He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.

You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.

"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.

Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.

A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.

You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.

Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.

"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."

"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.

"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.

"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."

Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.

"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."

Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"

"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.

"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.

"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.

Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.

"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."

Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.

It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.

Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.

You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you. 

Crack!

You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.

“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.

"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello’.”

Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!” 

Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.

“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?

Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.

Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit. 

You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.

Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead. 

You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.

“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.

Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.

Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”

Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.

“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.

Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.

“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”

This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”

“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”

Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.

Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.

The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.

Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.

“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.

“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”

“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”

After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.

"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.

The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.

"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.

"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"

"Yea, yea."

Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.

"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?

Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.

"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?

While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.

Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.

It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.

"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.

"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."

"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"

Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.

"Wait up!"

Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."

Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.