#the power to draw positive from the situation was YOURS not THEIR

[tallymali]

i didnt expect this post to get notes but i wanted to expand on my thoughts on all this a little bit.

in recent years ive seen a huge rise in purity culture disguised as feminism. and it fundamentally misunderstands what the patriarchal standard of sexuality for women actually is. the patriarchy does not just want women to have sex with men. it wants women to be sexually malleable. the patriarchal standard is not to be sexy, its to be passive. you may only be sexy if instructed to by a man. you will not be sexual of your own accord.

a woman who knows herself as a sexual being, who has the agency to explore her own desires and boundaries, is actively repulsive the patriarchy. theres a reason every misogynistic man is obsessed with body counts and very very young women. they cannot bear the thought of having sex with a woman who has experience or standards or expectations. the most desirable thing in the world to them is a woman with no knowledge and no agency.

this is why many men will see an attractive woman, desire her, and become angry when she still exists in public as an attractive woman once they are in a relationship. he assumed without a single doubt that her attractiveness was FOR HIM. she was a product advertising her features, he bought her, and now that he owns her, he doesnt want anyone else to share his possession.

all this is to say, women who acknowledge themselves as the sole owners of their sexuality, are not a product of the patriarchy. they are not catering to misogynistic men, they are not trad wife propaganda. in my experience, they are actively good for women. bear with me.

from my personal experience, i think a lot of women who call any female sexuality degrading are not really having in depth conversations with women who have sex with men. they are not talking to their friends and mothers and grandmothers or any of the regular-private-citizen women around them about what their experiences with sex actually are. but im a neurodivergent woman with a special interest in sex, and i will absolutely talk about it.

i wanna clarify that im a feminine woman who has been in a relationship with a masculine man for 12 years. we are “school sweethearts”, we own a house together. we are both bisexual..but we’re not stupid, we know full well that most people see us as some kind of heterosexual goal. this combined with my willingness to talk openly about sex has made me somewhat of a safe space for other women who have relationships with men.

i cannot fucking believe i am doing a “let women be straight” here but in discussions of patriarchy, we do have to acknowledge that many women are going to be horny, and they’re going to be horny over men. we cannot responsibly say that women having sex with men is degrading and just draw a line under that. we know full well that the abstinence-only approach does fuck all for anyone. education and open discussion is a powerful tool against oppression. people are going to fuck, so we NEED to give them the tools to do so in a way that is healthy and positive for them.

to be quite honest i dont think people who have issues with candid discussion of sex are really understanding..the situation. girl, so many women are scared of their own desires and vaginas. some of them have never considered the fact that they can derive their own pleasure from sex, that there is more to be had than just the satisfaction of doing someone a favour. thats how a lot of them are having sex by the way. it is something men are doing TO them, not something they are active participants in. the enjoyment they have been socialised to believe is the only acceptable form of desire, is not sexual or physical, its in the act of allowing a man to get his own pleasure. we’re taught that the best thing we can be is selfless.

the women i have spoken to have such an ingrained puritanical belief that to be a woman and to engage with any kind of sexual content is to be tainted. im not talking about overtly erotic media here, im talking about educational resources. there is shame about learning their own anatomy. one of my best friends will not go to the gynaecologist because she cannot get over the idea that it is an inherently sexual and therefore dirty act for someone to see her vulva. her shame is preventing her from accessing medical care. it fucking breaks my heart to see a woman i love so much struggle like this.

and this is the main emotion i feel when having these conversations. straight up despair. women who dont know that sex isnt supposed to hurt, women who dont know they are supposed to feel safe with the person they’re having sex with, women who have never experienced an orgasm, women who didnt know there exists sex other than penetration, sex that acknowledges a woman’s body, not just a mans penis. what the fuck are we doing? as a culture we do need to make space for women’s desire. yes, women having sex with men has always been normalised, but women exercising sexual agency with men has almost never been accepted. marital rape is a very new concept in our culture. despair.

i have spoken to women who are shocked that my male partner cares about me in any way. shocked that my experience of the sex we have is a priority for him. shocked that we will have long serious discussions about sex that are not erotic in themselves (i.e. not dirty talk). shocked that in 12 years he has never treated my body as an object that exists for his pleasure. shocked that he fully respects and actively seeks out the agency i have over my body and sexuality. he doesnt WANT to do something unless he knows i genuinely desire it.

he and i both know that he doesnt get props for this. he knows he’s not doing some incredible act me here. he’s just treating me like a person. he has said that being complimented for treating me with respect feels like being complimented for not deliberately running down pedestrians with his car. “wow its so cool that you didnt do something horrifying!” what would be the alternative?

to some of these women, im the first person to communicate any of this. was it not for my exercising my own agency to have healthy sex and subsequently discuss said healthy sex, these women would perhaps have continued to think that the only form of female sexuality is the passivity that we are socialised into. im teaching these women about informed consent, about vaginismus, about STI testing, about vaginal arousal, about clitoral stimulation, about personal satisfaction, about safety, about FUN. if i believed, through “progressive” neopuritanism or regular old conservative repression, that my desires were dirty, that the sex i had was degrading, that its good for women to hide the fact that we can be sexual, who would have talked to my friends about these things?

and this is where i loop back to the the struggle people have with the difference between objectification and sexual agency. i dont think as a society we really have much of a reference for what female sexual satisfaction actually IS. if every time an adult woman in the spotlight expresses her sexuality we say she’s setting women back 100 years, if we can only see sexual women as degraded, then have we not normalised the idea that sex inherently leads to feelings of degradation? normalised sexual shame and guilt? by doing this we rob women of any reference to healthy sexuality that they can aspire to. we teach them that their sexual desire is essentially synonymous with the feelings one might feel after actually being exploited/abused/assaulted by a man. how then, will she know the difference?

i have a post sitting in my drafts about how i find the concept of sexual repression to be genuinely eerie, because if you feel guilt and disgust for having healthy consensual sex, how can you differentiate between that and unhealthy/harmful sex? when i have sex with my partner, i feel so positive. i feel joy. its fun and beautiful and wonderful. if we had sex and i started to feel shame or guilt, i would immediately know that something was off. i would stop what is happening, i would check in with myself and with my partner, we would have a good hard look at what happened. this ability for emotional discernment keeps us safe.

we should not be desensitising anyone to the genuine objectification and degradation of women by crying wolf every time a woman openly loves her body and her sexuality. if you see a woman in a skimpy outfit and decide she is objectifying herself, i beg you to question what part of her personhood she had to remove to wear her outfit. question whether place that her personhood was removed, was in your own head.

truly, women are not responsible for the abuse we face at the hands of men. if all women became perfectly chaste and dressed conservatively tomorrow, people would still be exploited and raped and abused. if a man takes one woman’s consent as all women’s consent, you will never make him a safe person by policing the women around him. you cannot enforce any standard of sexuality that all women will be happy with. people need to learn that women are not a monolith, we are whole human beings who need agency over our own lives. we need to give women the education and tools to set their own standards, and the safety to come forward, without the deterrent of societal shame, in the event that they are exploited. passivity is dangerous.

i dont really know how to eloquently end all this. i am typing with tears in my eyes. god, i just want people to know how to keep themselves safe. im not fucking speaking in hypotheticals, these women i love have looked in my eyes and told me all sorts of trauma that they were hesitant to even call trauma. how can we solve any of these problems when we live in a culture that cannot for 5 minutes drop the repression and purity that nurtures abuse and exploitation? pushed by people who claim to care, no less? despair.

the fact that a lot of progressive people truly cannot tell the difference between a woman who is sexually objectified, and a woman who is an active sexual participant is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad

[ponyisle]

That Twilight evolution drawing of yours fills me with the GOOD ANGST.

Am I detecting some lingering feelings of regret and resentment over the whole Alicorn change?

Twilight holds a grudge against Daybreak for a while after she was turned. I draw Twi comforting Honey a lot so here's a bit of the inverse. Honey becomes a rock for Twi in her more difficult months. Their relationship is one of the first times Twilight felt she had any say in her own choices.

Also answering this one....... Twilight NEVER wanted to be a Patron or in any position of power/authority. She's a naturally gifted unicorn, of course, that's why Daybreak chose her as her student, but this path wasn't something that she wanted for herself. Her parents wanted her to succeed and all she ever knew before moving to Ponyville was doing what she was told. And even then, moving wasn't even her own decision.

She likes to read, likes to learn, but she also likes to eat snacks and lounge around gosh darn it!!! She wanted to be a normal pony, live a normal life, but it felt like she was pushed into situation after situation without much of a choice.

Her body initially rejected the spell Daybreak cast causing her horn and wings to deform. She was devastated, feeling even more alienated from her body than before. She had to deal with migraines and could never fully use her wings until looooong in the future.

Her friends(much like Honey) helped her through this scary transition too. They're all very close-knit by the time Twi gets turned.

She eventually takes up a position of leadership but only because she CHOSE to.

[bigfatbreak]

Me thinks Clark didn't realize until now how bad the situation in Paris really is and might just interfere now.

Correct!

I don't know if I'll have the time to draw it, but essentially higher-powered supers are banned from entering France, in the very least the Paris area, because an akumatized superhero with more power than Ladybug or Chaton could lead to devastating results. Due to this, media outlets regarding Hawkmoth and that situation are throttled to specifically France, as no one wants Hawkmoth gaining allies through outside supervillains via the media. HM/Gabe hasn't caught onto that fact yet, since its something hush-hush between LB and the local government, but Marinette did publish a paper regarding a character profile of Hawkmoth and how current Akuma function, as well as a deep dive into how its effecting the Parisian population.

Chock full of primary sources, interviews, and even one on one dialogue with Chat Noir and Ladybug, naturally the study gained attention. It was meant for France, for the public to understand the current stakes and how now more than ever, people need to extend sympathy, patience, and understanding to each other, and how negativity is as healthy as positivity and must be nurtured and resolved with care. It was meant as a public notice - to not destroy one another or shut down, to instead have faith in one another and to work as a community, even if their faith in LB/CN was to waiver, that you can always trust your friends and family to help you in times of great tragedy and stress.

It was popularized both as a letter to the public, and as a research paper regarding Akumas; as a result, it was eventually translated and squeaked out under the French censors accidentally, as its spread was entirely minimal. However, it wasn't so minimal that it wouldn't eventually end up on the desk of a woman looking into Superhero news, aka, Lois Lane. It was a solid read, if not a bit garbled, since auto-translators were used instead of a real person, and it was passed to Clark to read.

The issue in France didn't seem so terrible from words on a page, and not only that, the League agreed that all in all, major supers needed to stay out of France for their own protection.

however, looking at the face of the girl that published the article speaks of a different story.

[harmoonix]

Winter Observations ❄️

❄️ Saturn in late degrees or 3rd decan (20° to 29° degrees) is meant to finish a lesson in this lifetime. The lesson can be something unfinished from your past life

❄️ Capricorn Moons/10th house Moons have a hard time staying focused only on one thing. They want to do multiple things at once due to their multitasking power

❄️ Saturn in the 6th/8th or 12th house gets drained easily. Tiredness can be a problem for them. They need to maintain a balance between their work and some time for themselves

❄️ 2nd house placements may love to make gifts/spoil others with it. They also love to plan things for others like surprises, parties, etc

❄️ moon - jupiter aspects are gifted with wisdom and optimism. Somehow, it is hard for them to think badly upon a situation. Always keeping their heads up

❄️ Chiron in the 2nd house or Taurus may struggle with their worth/self - value. They can over criticize themselves. They may also struggle to love their bodies

❄️ Having Moon or Venus dominance in your chart shows that you're a very gentle and nice person. Also, don't let others take your nice personality in vain

❄️ a couple who shares the same chiron sign can share the same traumas/dark traits. Couple therapy can be a healing key for you

❄️ Sun in the 11th house can sometimes indicate being married multiple times during your lifetime. Kinda like J-LO reference (Mi gente latino💣)

❄️ Taylor Swift has both Moon and Chiron in Cancer, which can be a bit of a sign of 'making a song about every romantic experience you went through'

❄️ Those with Chiron x harsh Venus aspects have a hard time opening their feelings. Sometimes, these can indicate a fear of breakup or abandonment

❄️ Mercury in dark houses like 8th or 12th hosue can turn to be big snitches. Mercury tends to have a darker energy here, especially if also aspects Pluto

❄️ Aries in the 3rd/6th or 11th house can posses a violent nature when it comes to their talking. Basically, it tends to curse and talk dirty a lot

❄️ Virgo in the 8th or 12th house can be triggered by many things. Is like you live in permanent fear of something. They may also show lots of phobias

❄️ Someone with Virgo Chiron is definitely the therapist of their friends, family and even partner. People approach you so much when they need help

❄️ 1st house lord in the 4th or 6th houses have a very empathic/kind nature. They also tend to be quite nostalgic and very in tune with themselves

❄️ 10th hosue lord in the 11th house can becomes famous on internet before anything else. Is it like people will know you from social media

❄️ Aries Risings or Mars should find a career/job where they can take the leader position because it fits them so much. They can also work in fields where people may do lots of physical work

❄️ 3rd house placements, especially Venus/Mars/Moon, may have a passion for cars/motorcycles/bikes. Everything that has wheels

❄️ Leo Chrion is either a placement where the native seeks love and attention, either the placement where the native never got to experience these

❄️ Leo Jupiter has a lot of chances to become popular for their talents. It can be done in a creative field such as acting or drawing

❄️ Lots of ppl with Mercury in the 10th house tend to be remembered for their voices. It's like the voice you'll always remember, even after a long time

❄️ Venus in the 4th house can often get a spouse who can be the 'bread winner', basically a traditional family or a trad spouse as well

❄️ Venus and Moon in the 5th house can be good at flirting/taking the first step in a relationship. Head over heals energy

❄️ Mercury in the 6th house is a very active house for Mercury. Basically, communicating daily helps your mental health and mood. You may also worry a lot as a person

❄️ Idk why people romanticize possessive aspects in a relationship like pluto - venus/asc/mars. They're not okay unless you're in that situation..which I don't wish upon nobody

❄️ I wrote in the past about how I don't get along with cancer placements, I realized it was because most cancer people I knew were very controlling. Tbh with you, I never got the chance to meet good people with cancer placements

❄️ Lacking water placements in your chart can manifest in 2 ways:

Being hypersensitive, lacking the feeling of feeling love or closure

Being a cold person. Not showing your feelings to the world thinking that they see you as a weak/soft person

❄️ Pisces Risings always tell what's on their heart. They seem so genuine and nice even when you don't interact with them.

❄️ Moon in Scorpio or the 8th hosue can indicate intense inner feelings. Is hard for them to explain what they feel, and that's what can make them to be more private

❄️ Something that I observed within the moon in fire signs or fire houses 1st/5th/9th is that they get pissed off very easily. Is so easy for them to burst out and be angry/sad/moody

❄️ Jupiter in Cancer/Capricorn/Libra/Leo can experience a step family. Like step-dad, step-mom, step siblings, Jupiter can also give you things in excess ex: in Cancer/Leo, many family members

❄️ Jupiter in aspects with Lilith (all aspects), can indicate issues with hypersexuality. Like I said, Jupiter can give you things in excess. When aspecting Lilith, the desire for physical touch can be high

❄️🩵 Hope you all have a good winter season for the next 3 months!! Also early/late happy birthday for everyone born in the winter🙏🏼🥳

Harmoonix ❄️🩵🫶🏼 2024

[harrysfolklore]

Imagine max x driver!reader with the whole fia and swearing situation they’d be such a power couple. Manifesting more max fics!! I love all your work esp little bitch and honorary wag💓

okay this is teeeny tiny piece but i just had tooo. max is too iconic

You're sitting beside Max, your boyfriend and teammate, in the press conference room after the qualifying session in Singapore. The air feels thick with humidity and tension, though most of the tension is radiating off Max.

His latest penalty from the FIA—a fine and community service for swearing —has him fuming. He made it very clear on the way in that he wasn’t going to play nice. Today was going to be a day of vague, shady responses, and you were more than happy to back him up.

The moderator starts with the usual question for Max about how he felt securing P2.

“It was fine,” Max replies, voice completely flat. No elaboration, no typical analysis. Just that.

The reporter stares at him, clearly expecting more, but Max leans back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as if daring anyone to push him further.

To your right, Lando is barely holding it together, his mouth twitching as he watches the whole scene unfold. You catch his eye and he shoots you a look like, Is this real?

The next question is directed at you. Something predictable about how you’re feeling being P3, your thoughts on tomorrow’s race strategy.

“Well,” you start, raising an eyebrow, “I guess the plan is… to go fast and not crash.”

There’s an awkward silence in the room, the journalist blinking at you as if he didn’t hear you correctly. Lando makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a cough, struggling to contain himself as you sit there, completely straight-faced.

“And the tire strategy?” the moderator presses, trying to steer things back into something vaguely professional.

“Use them until they wear out, I suppose.” You lean back in your chair, mimicking Max’s posture, crossing your legs casually as if you’ve just given a perfectly reasonable answer. Max looks at you with a cocky and proud smile, you discretely wink at him.

"Max, can you elaborate on your car's performance today?" another reporter tries.

Max tilts his head, considering for a moment. "It went forward when I pushed the pedal, and stopped when I hit the brakes. Very efficient, really."

You can't help but smirk at his response, and you notice Lando has given up on maintaining composure, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

The moderator, looking increasingly uncomfortable, turns to you again. "YN, how do you feel about potentially challenging your teammate for position tomorrow?"

You lean forward, adopting a serious expression. "Well, I've been told it's important to keep things clean on track. Wouldn't want to use any… inappropriate maneuvers."

"Absolutely. We're all about clean racing now. Very family-friendly." Max adds

The reporters exchange glances, clearly unsure how to handle this united front of sarcasm and vague responses. Lando, meanwhile, has resorted to covering his face with his hands, his shoulders visibly shaking with suppressed laughter.

As the press conference draws to a close, you and Max stand up together, your body language mirroring each other's. Before leaving, you turn to the room with a final statement:

"Just want to thank everyone for their thoughtful questions today. This has been a very enlightening experience. Almost as enlightening as some recent FIA decisions."

As you exit the room, hand in hand with Max, you can hear the burst of chatter from the journalists behind you, no doubt trying to decipher the subtext of your responses. Lando catches up with you in the hallway, finally letting out the laugh he's been holding in.

"You two are unbelievable," he wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "I thought I was going to lose it in there!"

Max grins, his earlier tension now replaced with a sense of satisfaction. "Well, we aim to entertain," he says, giving your hand a squeeze.

[asyatarot]

PAC: appearance of your future spouse

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remember! it's a general reading. take what you want and leave other...

masterlist.

pricelist.

rules.

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1. magnetism, strong, dreamy, sunshine..

so overall I think half of you may have a future spouse with dark futures, and the other half can have a FS with very light futures. there also can be some people that will get a FS very balanced, they will be like the sun and the moon in one person.

first group: appearance that exudes allure and magnetism. this person might have an intense, seductive quality to them, with a certain "dangerous" charm or mystery that draws people in. they might have captivating eyes, a slightly enigmatic expression, or an aura that is both alluring and intriguing. their look could evoke a sense of mystery, making others feel drawn to them, wondering what lies beneath the surface. they may also have a more subtle, delicate appearance, with an almost otherworldly charm. they could have sharp features, an intense gaze, or a striking presence that makes them stand out. their look might have a certain sensuality, or they might dress in a way that emphasizes their confidence and captivating energy, drawing people toward them effortlessly. this person may be very strong, tall figure, may work out or go to the gym a lot.

second group: a sense of sweetness and nostalgia to their appearance. they may have youthful, soft features or a gentle, comforting presence that reminds people of innocence or happiness. they could have a warm smile, bright eyes, or an overall youthful glow that makes them seem approachable, friendly, and emotionally warm. their appearance might also evoke familiarity, making others feel at ease and nostalgic for simpler times. this person likely has a glowing, cheerful, and positive appearance. they are the real sunshine whenever they go.

third group: the sun + the moon..their looks would be captivating, balanced by both light and dark elements: they can appear both approachable and comforting yet hold a deeper, more enigmatic side that keeps others intrigued.

2. confident, dynamic, transformative, and charismatic.

someone with a strong, charismatic, and commanding presence. their appearance may be bold, confident, and full of vitality. they might have striking, intense features, with an air of leadership or authority. they could have a confident stance or posture, exuding self-assurance and determination. they are likely to have a physical presence that draws attention, making them stand out in a crowd. their style might be fashionable, with a fiery, confident energy radiating from them.

a person with a refined, sleek appearance—possibly someone who carries themselves with grace and calmness. they may have a more subtle, introspective beauty, with features that suggest wisdom or maturity. there’s a sense of smoothness and fluidity to their presence, and their overall appearance might convey a sense of journey or having overcome challenges. they could have an enigmatic or serene expression, indicating a person who has undergone growth or change. someone who is dynamic and can adapt to any situation, with a style or look that is ever-evolving or practical but powerful. someone who ho possesses a timeless, ageless quality.

also they may have dyed their hair, a tall figure that still changes their looks.

3. grounded and nurturing, with an intriguing balance of subtlety, elegance, and mystery.

someone who may have a more mature, thoughtful, and grounded appearance. they could have a calm, steady presence, with features that convey patience and depth. their style may be practical, with an emphasis on natural beauty or subtle elegance. they might carry themselves in a way that shows they've put time and care into their personal presentation. there’s likely a sense of introspection or reflection in their gaze or expression, as if they are always thinking about the bigger picture or long-term goals.

someone who takes care of themselves and values comfort, stability, and practicality. there may also be an air of abundance or wealth to them, as their look could suggest they have a solid, secure lifestyle.

they could have expressive, inviting eyes or a soft, gentle smile that makes others feel at ease. overall some of you will marry a foreigner or very wealthy person.

4. balanced, harmonious, and deeply intuitive appearance

this person may have an appearance that feels calm and composed. they might have an elegant, graceful presence, with features that are soothing and balanced. they likely have a serene aura, exuding a sense of inner peace. their physical appearance could be natural and well-maintained, reflecting someone who takes care of themselves and embodies harmony. they have a magnetism that draws people in. there could be a softness to their features, such as gentle eyes or a warm smile, that conveys openness and emotional connection. their physical appearance might suggest someone who is emotionally in tune with others and radiates affection, making them feel like someone you can trust and connect with on a deep level.

this person might have an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality to their appearance. some likely will also marry a foreigner.

[loufr6]

pick a card – what your future boyfriend will be like

hey loves! so many of you have asked me for love readings, and the ones I’ve done so far have gotten such positive feedback, so I thought… why not try my very first Pick a Card for you all?

take a moment to relax, clear your mind, and simply choose one of several piles or images that resonate with you the most. Each pile is linked to a unique tarot spread, and the cards in that pile will give you insights into your situation trust your intuition, let’s see what the cards have to say about your future boyfriend!

scroll down for your reading…

pile 1 – the dreamy but insecure romantic

cards: the star (reversed), the empress, the high priestess, the world

your future boyfriend has so much potential, but he tends to doubt himself a lot. the star reversed shows that he might have gone through some tough times that have shaken his confidence in love, but don’t worry—he’s healing. with the empress and the high priestess, he is deep, sensitive, and very in touch with his emotions. he admires someone who is emotionally intelligent and knows how to connect on a deeper level. the world suggests that this relationship will be whole and fulfilling, possibly involving travel or being from different backgrounds. it will feel complete and full of potential, but it might take some time for him to fully open up to you.

♡ where you might meet: through travel, online, or a creative/spiritual setting.

pile 2 – the mysterious intellectual

cards: the hermit, the hierophant (reversed), strength, the magician

this man is not the type to rush into things. the hermit shows he is introspective, wise, and prefers to take his time. he might even seem a little distant or reserved at first. the hierophant reversed suggests he might not follow the traditional path in love, and he could have an unconventional view of relationships. but here’s the beauty—strength and the magician show that once he’s ready, he’s incredibly powerful and determined. he’s someone who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to make things happen. he’s likely to be successful in his career and creative pursuits, and his quiet confidence will draw you in.

♡ where you might meet: at a place of learning or intellectual discussion, work, or a deep event that sparks curiosity.

pile 3 – the reformed bad boy with a golden heart

cards: the devil (reversed), the sun, judgment (reversed), death

this guy has been through a lot and is really learning how to let go of his past. the devil reversed tells me he’s breaking free from toxic cycles or habits. he might have a wild side, but he’s working on finding balance. the sun shows that when he’s in a good place, he is radiating positivity and love—he’ll light up your world. but he’s still navigating a few things. judgment reversed suggests that he’s a little hesitant about embracing the full change he needs to grow. still, death is here, and that’s a card of transformation. he’s on the verge of letting go of what no longer serves him and stepping into a much better future.

♡ where you might meet: during a period of change or a big life transformation for both of you.

pile 4 – the passionate but mysterious lover

cards: the lovers, the wheel of fortune, the moon, the chariot

this man is a mix of deep passion and mystery. the lovers shows that he’s someone who is very romantic and could be torn between a few paths in life, especially when it comes to love. it’s possible he has a lot of options but is waiting for the right one to come along. the wheel of fortune suggests that your connection will feel fated—as if it was meant to be. things might fall into place at just the right time, but he does have a secretive side (thanks to the moon). he might not always show you all of himself at first, but the chariot tells me that when he commits, he does it with everything he has.

♡ where you might meet: an unexpected situation, or perhaps when things in your life are shifting or changing.

which pile did you pick? does it resonate with you? let me know in the comments!

[untilhiseyeheals]

Naughty Assistant - Arcane Silco x fem!reader Oneshot

For Lilith :)

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Summary: You're Silco's assistant. During a boring meeting you let your thoughts wander, leading to you bent over a desk.

MDNI! Warning: Teasing, smut, p in v, rough sex, fingering

It wasn’t your fault, really. It was just such a boring meeting and you could hardly sit still listening to the chembarons each try to play themselves up as the most important and powerful. You had to try hard not to scoff at some of the things they dared to say in his presence. This should have alerted you to the fact that he was not to be messed with, especially not in a tense meeting situation.

You were Silco’s assistant. Most of the time. What started as a job as a simple courrier had quickly turned into something much more serious. For whatever reason he took a liking to you and started assigning you more and more important, personal tasks. Sooner or later you had naturally assumed the position as his assistant, taking notes, worrying about paperwork and still running on one or the other occasional courier job. Until one fateful night, overworked and tired you fell asleep in his office, just wanting to take a quick nap on the comfortable plush sofa in the corner that seemed to smile at you so invitingly. He found you hours later, returning from his own work and almost locking you in the office. It was pure luck that he decided to pop in before he locked up and found you there. As he tried to wake you, in your delirium you pulled him in by his neck and whispered all sorts of things to him, not awake enough to realise the consequences. Your little sleepy slip-up had since led to many nights spent in his office, on his desk, on the couch, in his private rooms, in the bar after everyone went home… Over time you grew more comfortable around him, even though you still respected his position and never dared to argue against any of his strategic concerns, in private matters he had evidently formed a soft spot for you.

That’s how you found yourself in the present, at the table in one of the meeting rooms above The Last Drop, sitting right beside him as he addressed the chembarons. Notepad on the desk, pen in hand, you kept meticulous notes of important details in conversation but also paid attention to their body language, facial expressions, anything they didn’t express through words. Your notes and intel had a big significance and Silco had been able to use your findings to his advantage multiple times. Usually the meetings were a little more interesting, pressing matters being discussed, everyone arguing and spitting insults at one another. This time it was going boringly well. They all seemed to agree on the task at hand and you had delved into doodling on the notepad in front of you instead of paying attention.

Then you started diverting your attention to him, starting to observe the way he sat in his chair beside you. The way his nose obscured the good eye, black and ember over charred skin all you can see from your angle. Still, you admired him and you found inextricable beauty in any of his features. Before you knew it, your hand started doodling what had captivated you on the notepad. Little sketches of the way his drawn-in brow furrowed, the way his eye focused on each person that raised their voice. It made you think of the way it locked onto you when you were lying underneath him, fixing you even when his blue eye is closed in ecstasy, never letting you out of its sight.

Gradually, your drawings get more and more obscene, just ever so slight hints of pleasure on the faces you sketched, eye rolled back, lip caught between teeth. Soon your mind was clouded with all those beautiful images and you had completely lost focus. “Am I right?” said Finn, staring at you. A beat. “Silco, is your little assistant here with us? I asked if you noted that down!?” he spat at you over the table, raising his voice and waving an arm in hopes of snapping you out of your trance. "Shit. Sorry, yeah I got it. Don’t hassle me”, you shook your head and quickly turned a fresh page on your notebook, trying to hide your little drabbles in imagination and act as if you had just run out of space. Silco raised an eyebrow and turned to you, eyes falling on the page of the notebook as you hastily turned it over. Before you could do anything against it, he grabbed the page, tore it from the notebook and put it in his lap, obscuring it from the others. You could see something flashing through his eyes as they scanned the page.

He kept it in his lap and looked back up at the others. “Perfectly orderly notes, as always. Don’t you worry, Finn, my eyes and ears notice everything”, he retorted, voice low and steady, lacing each word with a hidden sense of threat that made Finn instantly sit back down and nod his head. Keen on moving on from this tension, the conversation instantly moved to the next topic and everyone went back to paying you no mind. Everyone but Silco. You could feel it now, his steady gaze fixed on you while he listened to the others talking. He didn’t let it shine through at all, walls up, sitting there calm and collected as ever. To nobody in this room did he seem anything other than his usual, broody, dangerously focused self. You knew better. You had become more attuned to the way his mood showed through the way he kept himself and as you let your eyes wander once more over his figure in the chair next to you you could clearly see the way his hands fidgeted with the piece of paper still in his hands.

That gave you an idea. Softly putting down your pen, you acted as if you had to readjust your necklace, letting your hands roam slowly over your neck and collarbone. Dropping them to your chest, you adjusted the way your bra was sitting, carefully opening just one more button on your blouse. You picked the pen back up and started noting down some points, taking the cold metallic end of it between your hot lips every now and then. Gently grazing it with your teeth, letting your tongue feel the cold metal of the clicker at the end. Your eyes flicked over to Silco as he readjusted his position, leaning on the desk, resting his head on the back of his hands. He still looked calm and collected as ever, but you could see his resolve crackling, eyes flicking over to you more and more often.

It was entertaining, but clearly not enough since he just carried on conversing with the other chembarons as if nothing was happening at all. So you decided to turn it up a notch. You looked over at him and let your gaze drop to his lap, discarded sheet of notepad paper still laying on his crotch. A very fortunate position. You kept scribbling on the notepad, eyes flicking to the paper, fixing it, thinking, plotting, scheming. How lucky for you that he was sitting right to the side of your weak hand. Your eyes still on the paper, noting down whatever it was they had just discussed, your other hand slowly slid off the table. Landing first on your own leg, you let it snake its way over to his seat, finding his leg, trailing sneaky fingers up its side. Slowly, carefully your nimble fingers danced their way over the material of his pants, dragging nails across, inching closer and closer to his crotch. You gently toyed with the fabric of his pants moving closer and closer to your destination. Faking a grab for the paper, your hand slid underneath it, tracing the outline of his length through his pants.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed your wrist, holding it down. Trying not to make a scene, you carefully looked up from your paper and saw him still sitting upright, head leaned onto one of his hands, elbow on the table as he talked to the others as if nothing was wrong. You tried to retract your hand but his grip only grew stronger, almost bruising your wrist. You winced, dropping the pen in the other hand at the sudden sting of pain around your wrist. Silco looked over to you, stone-cold expression, and simply said “If you’re not feeling well, you may leave early. I believe we are about finished here, I will require your assistance in my office. Wait for me there, so we can go over your notes”. Something flashed through his eyes as he put special emphasis on the last words. You nodded obediently and as his grip around your wrist finally let go, you took a second to collect your notes and got up. As you turned to leave, you realised you forgot one very important piece of paper. Turning back around for a glance, you see Silco still had his hand on his lap, not giving you a chance to retrieve the paper. So you decided it was as safe with him as it got and turned on your heel to leave the room.

As you made your way to his office, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. Slipping into his office, you settled your notes on his desk and undid another few buttons of your blouse. You had just contemplated what else to do and whether to spread yourself on the couch or wait sitting on his desk as you heard a set of footsteps approaching the door. As the door opened, you saw Silco step into the room, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he saw you in front of his desk, blouse undone and contemplating your next move. “What exactly did you think this was going to be out there, hm?” he started, voice low but with a considerable edge. He was pissed. “What if someone caught on to your little games under the table, your lewd scribbles, let alone who they were about?” he kept scolding as he took slow, menacing steps closer to you. “I don’t need you undermining my position in important meetings. Your behavior reflects on me. What would they think if they-”, he couldn’t say any more before you interrupted him. “If they what? Found out you fuck your little assistant? Oh please, as if they don’t already think as far as that” you spat back at him.

That made him stop dead in his tracks. Eyes locked onto you, a fire blazing in those mismatched irises. “Watch your mouth”, he threatened. “Or what? You’ll fire me? Kill me, even? Go ahead! Apparently that leaves one less mess you have to care about” you started raising your voice before it cracked, betraying you in your emotions seeping through in your every word. That’s when he realised. His scowl turned into a smirk, furrowed brows relaxing as his eyes scanned your agitated form. He let out a low chuckle. “Oh so that’s what this is all about? You don’t just want to be my little assistant anymore, hm?” he teased, having seen right through you, he once again assumed the upper hand as he closed the distance between you. He stopped in front of you, leaning onto the desk, trapping you between his arms. He looked you up and down, drinking you in, the way you so desperately wanted to be his, submitting to him entirely making it hard for him to hold back. He slowly leaned closer, bringing his lips almost to yours before turning away and placing his lips at your ear. “Then say it”, he whispered into your ear. He didn’t have to ask twice. “Silco, I want to be yours” you whispered back, breathing heavily at the tension building between the two of you.

“Good girl”, he growled before his lips were crashing into yours in a hungry kiss. All that pent up anger and tension started to release in the form of a fiery kiss. There was nothing delicate about the way he was trying to devour you, pressing his body against yours and pushing you against the desk. You let your hands snake around his waist as he lifted his hands from the desk instantly finding your sides as they started to roam up and down your body, tugging at your blouse. You understood without a word and opened the last buttons of your blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath that cupped your breasts in a perfect way, nipples peeking through the lace.

He stopped the assault on your mouth to take in the sight before him and instantly brought a hand to one of your hardened nipples, flicking it through the thin lace of your bra. You winced in pain as he twisted it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your body that turned the wince into a moan halfway through. “Look at you. Dirty girl. So eager to please me, to submit to me, to be mine” he growled against your neck as his mouth started sucking and biting on the skin along your jaw and down your neck. That made you throw your head back as one of your hands found his head, digging your nails into his scalp, urging him to go lower, slightly pushing his head. He got the hint and without lifting his head from your neck, he slid the strap of your bra down your shoulder, pulling it until the thin bit of lace was dragged underneath your breast, fully exposing your boob to him. He continued sucking your neck, dropping his head lower, kissing your collar bone, teasing and stalling until he finally wrapped his mouth around your nipple. You sucked in a breath at the sensation, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud of your nipple, chipped teeth grazing it ever so slightly. You dug your nails into his scalp as a wave of pleasure streamed through your body, sweet moans and pants spilling from your lips. “Silco, please”, you moaned out as he gently sucked on your nipple.

He stopped, tilting his head to look up at you. “Please, what?” he purred against your skin, blowing cold air over your wet nipple making the skin tingle. You let out a desperate moan. “Please fuck me already.” you practically sob out. That earned a low chuckle from him as he stepped back, straightened up in front of you and nodded towards your hips. “Pants off.” he ordered, watching with a smirk as your hands quickly found the button of your pants, sliding them off and discarding them onto the floor. He hummed contently, hands starting to grab onto your hips, sliding down your waist before settling on your ass, cupping each cheek and giving them a gentle squeeze. He brought his hands around, tracing the hem of your panties, thumb trailing agonisingly close to where you needed him most. Finally his thumb starts running along the front of your panties, pressing into your soft flesh, feeling your wetness through the fabric. “My, my… Look what you got yourself into with those depraved thoughts of yours” he said scoldingly, a humorous tone in his voice.Suddenly, his thumb slid down and pushed the soaked fabric of your panties to the side, running his fingers directly through your wet folds and gathering your slick on his fingers. You inhaled sharply and tried grabbing the desk you still leaned against for support as you instinctively bucked your hips against his hand. “Please, please, please” you muttered out, desperate to feel him finally inside you.

He gave you one low chuckle before pushing two fingers into you, making you involuntarily let go of the desk and grab onto him. “Oh, how greedy you are. That’s what you thought about when looking over at me during that meeting, no? You just couldn’t stop imagining those fingers fucking into you”, he said while relentlessly pushing his fingers deep into you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made your eyes water. Instinctively you started bucking your hips, grinding back against the motions of his hands, chasing the high.

As he felt your walls starting to clench around his fingers, he retracted them, leaving you whining and grinding against nothing. Before you could protest, he grabbed your waist with both hands, spinning you around and pushing you against the desk. “Bend over”, he ordered as you heard the buckle of his belt clink. You obeyed just as eagerly as before, bending your body forwards, resting your arms on the desk, slightly parting your legs to give him a good view of the mess he made with his fingers. He laid his hands on your ass again, letting them roam over your skin and panties, spreading your cheeks. “That’s what I like to see” he purred before pulling your panties to the side. With his free hand he grabbed his cock he had finally freed from the confinement of his pants and lined the tip up with your entrance. Keeping it there for a second, he dragged it up and down through your folds, coating it with your wetness. “So eager and ready for me”, he growled as he slid into you without any resistance, bottoming out instantly. You let out an ungodly moan as you felt him fill you up completely, his hips on your ass, staying there to relish in the feeling of how much he stretched you out.

Wasting no time, he started ramming into you, hands gripping your hips, leaving you unable to move as he fucked you against the desk. Between quick ragged breaths his hands left your hips and grabbed your arms, bringing them together at the wrists and holding them uncomfortably over your back. You had to flop forward, planting your chest completely onto the desk, turning your head to the side to be able to breath. He gripped your wrists together and with one strong pull lifted your torso from the desk, the angle leaving you screaming and cursing his name as it hurt so good. “That’s my good girl. Don’t hold back. Let them hear you scream my name. That’s what you wanted, no?” he gritted out between thrusts. It was evident in his voice how close he was himself, gathering all his strength to hold himself together and ‘punish’ you a bit longer. You had no choice but to oblige, the sensation of his cock consistently stretching you, pushing deep inside you to places only he could reach. You moaned and muttered his name, sometimes more sometimes less intelligible, between gasps and whines as you let yourself go completely.

Every plunge of his cock sent jolts of arousal through your entire body until one very clear mention of his name announced your impending release. “That’s it love, cum for me. Show me who you belong to.” You couldn’t hold back anymore, eyes rolling back as you approached your climax. Silco’s thrusts started to become sloppy and the rhythm got more and more irregular. Sweet moans and grunts leaving his lips which sent you over the edge, clenching your walls around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He managed a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling his hot ropes of cum into you, unable to hold himself back at the feeling of your own climax around him. He continued slowly thrusting, letting go of your hands and leaving you to steady yourself up by propping your elbows onto the desk. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, dragging one string of cum between his cock and your cunt. He took a handkerchief out of his vest pocket and cleaned himself up, discarding it to the side before turning his attention to you, grinning as he used the ruined fabric of your panties to cover you up again. Running his fingers along the mess he made your ruined panties soon looked even worse mixed with your and his release.

After you had calmed down your breathing again you attempted to push yourself off the desk and stand up straight, legs wobbling and betraying you as your hips ached from being thrusted into the harsh edge of the wooden desk. His strong arms quickly swooped around your waist, holding you close to him as he admired your flushed face with a grin on his own. “I think they got it. Now, shall we finish this meeting?”

[saintobio]

ACT I. THE LADY

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), slight mentions of gore

♱ notes. 6.5k wc, unedited. again, for anyone who missed my small announcement, the ‘juliet’ from my megumi r+j fic has a name here for narration purposes. she remains as you or yn in the original fic tho :) feedback would be highly appreciated!

series masterlist ♱ act two.

“I humbly beg your pardon, Your Imperial Highness. The lady declines any audience at this time.”

Throughout his princely life, Satoru had never before faced rejection from any of his subjects, let alone one of his own citizens. No one ever dared to deny the Crown Prince as they were aware of the consequences of offending a member of the imperial family, let alone the future Emperor of Caelum. 

So, how could this mere daughter of a duke summon the courage to refuse his audience? 

It was baffling to him. Were you not the one who had written him a lovestruck letter requesting a meeting? As one of the eligible brides for the Crown Prince and a strong contender for the position of Crown Princess, it was only natural for you to vie for his affection and secure your spot on the imperial throne. You had it all; the status, the power, the wit. You had quite the face, too. This would have been an opportune moment for you to ensnare his favor and win him over. Yet, what reason could you possibly have now to suddenly decline his audience?

“On what grounds did she refuse?” Satoru maintained a stern demeanor as he stood beside his white horse, scrutinizing the servant from the De Roma estate who trembled before the prince. His blue velvet cloak and imperial insignia added to the overall intimidation of his presence. 

The maid, mindful of the perils that may befall her for the actions of her master, spake with evident apprehension. “The lady offered no explanation, Your Highness. She simply wishes to remain in her chamber.”

Needless to say, he felt a mixture of amusement and intrigue at this situation. The same noble lady who had previously been forward in her advances and infatuation towards him was now avoiding an opportunity to get acquainted? And to think, he had believed he was doing you a favor by granting you a chance to spend time with him this noontide. 

“Very well.” The prince gazed down at the servant with a stern expression, raking his slender fingers through his arctic white hair before mounting his war horse. “Remind the lady that there are consequences for denying the rights of the imperial family. Each slight she casts is an arrow to her neck. Let her know that there shall not be another chance such as this.”

He sensed the maid’s fear after she offered him a curtsy, yet he could not fathom how she remained steadfast in her refusal to grant him access to your drawing room despite his clearly spoken warning. She was guarding the entrance to the estate as though she would face greater consequences for letting the crown prince in than for keeping him out. Were you truly so stringent in maintaining your distance from him?

So be it. If that was your game, then let it be played. In fact, you might be trying to seem hard-to-get after the stunts you had pulled at the hunting expedition two weeks hence. If his memory served him right, you were the one who sabotaged Lady Anastasia’s crossbow and led her in her near-fatal experience. You see, you might have gotten away with it, but Satoru was a witness to your deliberate crime. He had seen you tampering with Lady Anastasia’s weapon, replacing her regular bolts with ones laced with fast-acting poison, which left the poor lady paralyzed in the middle of a dangerous hunt. Had it not been for Satoru, Lady de Florentine would have likely been mauled by a wild boar. 

Yet, his intervention only seemed to stoke your ire even more. Your jealousy after seeing him save Anastasia’s life only made you see red, almost revealing yourself the true perpetrator for the obvious expressions you had displayed. Still, he chose to remain silent about your malicious actions, pretending to be oblivious to your cunning ways and dismissing any suspicions of foul play in the incident. In a way, Satoru had saved your life more than you realized. Not only that, he had also safeguarded your reputation and standing in high society without your knowledge, as he understood that your animosity towards Lady Anastasia only stemmed from the way he had interacted with her, speaking in close proximity and kissing her hand prior to the hunting game.  

Ha! What a devious little viper you were. What a brazenly proud woman. By declining to meet the Crown Prince, you had only ironically succeeded in piquing his interest even more.  

“Is everything in order, Your Highness?” It was his close friend and personal knight, Suguru, who snapped him out of his reverie as they rode their horses back toward the capital. Three more of the prince’s knights trailed behind them. Suguru’s question hinted at concern for the prince’s sanity, given that he had been observed laughing to himself despite the insult he had faced just half an hour ago.

“It is rather amusing, is it not?” Satoru pondered, his hands firmly gripping the reins as he guided his horse along the uneven path. “Lady Y/N might seem out of her wits, but she is astute. I see through her tactics. She obviously desires my attention, which is why she is behaving this way.”

The long-haired knight chuckled with unease. “I fear that may not be her intention.”

The notion appeared absurd to him. “Not her intention? Grant her but a moment, and she shall trail after me once more like a shadow. This is a blessing, if anything. I am now spared the need to endure that lady’s temperament during formal events.”

Did you realize? Despite numerous instances where Satoru overlooked your transgressions, if you were to provoke his ire, he could surely publicly enumerate each offense. The stained dress incident involving Lady Serena? Your handiwork. The scandalous rumors regarding Lady Franchetta? Also your doing. Not to mention your mistreatment of maids and commoners out of mere boredom. Your actions would have easily rendered you an unsuitable candidate as the Crown Prince’s bride, yet he remained silent and never reported such occurrences to his father, the emperor. More than that, he should be relieved that you had chosen to avoid him and spared him further entanglements with you.

However, Satoru’s words contradicted his own sentiments, and he refused to acknowledge his hypocrisy. Although he claimed satisfaction with your decision to keep your distance, why did thoughts of you arise foremost when he passed by a jewel shop that showcased its newest collections? He and his men were traversing the city square when his sky blue eyes caught sight of a necklace with a large, deep-red garnet as its centerpiece, surrounded by intricate gold filigrees, and a single teardrop-shaped pearl dangling at the bottom. The overall design was bold and commanding, yet undeniably elegant. A befitting accessory for Caelum’s next crown princess.

“Would you care to inspect the jewel shop, my lord?” proposed one of his knights. “That necklace could serve as a splendid gift for Lady Serena, who is soon to celebrate her birthday banquet.”

The prince saw his reflection in the shop’s window, his white steed poised gracefully while he gazed at the jewelry on display. A smirk unanticipatedly graced his lips as he envisioned a particular scenario in his head. “Indeed.” 

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Milena was cinching your corset when your father abruptly entered your chamber, his visage bearing a questioning mien as his footsteps loudened each second. You already anticipated the nature of his visit, for nothing else would prompt such urgency unless it pertained to your reputation. In retrospect, you remembered him having knowledge of your misdeeds against the other debutantes currying favor with the crown prince, and he was well aware of the details of your crafty schemes and all the deliberate sabotage you had orchestrated. And although your father often covered for you out of paternal pride, he still chastised you for your actions in private. The latter assuredly was the purpose of his visit now.

Well, dear father, your daughter is no longer the same. 

“Maid,” commanded the duke, “Leave us for a while.” 

Milena immediately bowed at your father. “Yes, Your Grace—”

“No, Milena. You will not take a single step out of this chamber.” Your order somehow surprised the both of them as though you had never sounded so authoritative before, like you had the imperial power and position to be issuing commands greater than your father’s. Ah, right. You were not an empress anymore. Or yet. None of these people were your subjects, and living in the past would really take some time getting used to. In an effort to conceal your years of imperial presence, you looked at your father with a gaze that suggested naivety. “What is the matter, father?”

Duke de Roma appeared visibly strained by his youngest child. “Y/N, is it true that you declined a visit from Crown Prince Satoru?”

You felt the urge to scoff, but opted against it. “Rejection is an understatement, Your Grace. My interest in His Highness has simply waned.” 

“So soon?” The elderly man was perplexed by your assertion, considering your reputation as a notorious obsessive lover of the prince. You were perceived by all as the erratic woman who would engage in conflict with any rival who dared to court his affections. “What sudden change prompts you to speak ill of him? Were you not striving to win his favor?"

Yes, but that was before. That was the version of yourself who sacrificed everything for someone incapable of reciprocating the love you sought. Things have altered now, and you recognized it was wiser not to pursue Satoru after knowing and personally experiencing the peril it posed to both yourself and the empire. He would only seek to exploit your family’s military influence to stage a coup against his parents, beguile you with his false affections, and make use of you until you were no longer serving him any purpose. You refused to be complicit in his ambitions any longer. Not in this life, no. 

“Rather,” you began with a voice of confidence, “I would choose being in a convent than to wed a man like His Highness.” 

Your father nearly fainted from your words. “By Saint Peter’s keys! I cannot understand the youth of today. Tell me, is there another suitor who has captured your interest? Have you found another man more noble than a prince?” 

With a smile, you looked at yourself in the mirror and prepared for the day ahead. “No, Father. On the contrary, I seek a life of solitude. If I could remain unwed for the entirety of my days, I would gladly embrace it.” 

This, you believed, was the surest way to distance yourself from trouble and seek redemption for your past transgressions. A life without Crown Prince Satoru was the road to attaining highest virtue. Your love for him was the reason you had committed such sins in the past, so the best thing to do in this life was to steer yourself clear from his path at all cost. Otherwise, the thought of facing the piercing gaze of Archangel Raphael again was too daunting to bear.

“What folly is this?” Duke de Roma questioned your words incredulously. “Did you not aspire to become the most powerful lady in the empire? Pursuing the Crown Prince is the path to becoming an empress. Cease this nonsensical talk and continue your efforts to win his favor!”

Once he departed, you were left alone in your chamber, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. You were tempted to let out a groan of exasperation, but with Milena present, you had to maintain your composure. It was crucial for her to witness your changed mindset. Gone was the vicious lady she had served in her previous life. Though you could not offer a direct apology for the role you played in her demise before, you were determined to ensure her comfort and well-being in this new life.

As for your father, you were uncertain what to do with him yet. He was coming from a place of concern, knowing that your decision to enter a convent would ultimately make his investments futile. He had invested heavily in your upbringing, providing you with every luxury, the finest education, and the resources necessary to secure a prominent place in high society. His aspirations for you to become an empress were not solely driven by paternal pride, but also by the anticipation of reaping the rewards of his investment. Losing such an asset would undoubtedly be a significant blow to his plans and ambitions. Yet, he had no single idea what suffering you had actually endured in your past life after becoming Satoru’s wife for 10 agonizing years. 

Well, in that case, you had an alternative plan—one that promised to secure the De Roma family’s status and elevate its wealth to unreachable heights without necessitating your ascent to the imperial throne.

“Milena,” you said, walking towards your window, “Prepare the carriage. We have somewhere to be.” 

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“Fifty celestas?!” Milena questioned in disbelief, her hooded cloak framing her face as she confronted the artist before you. Today, both of you dressed down, adopting a guise that would allow you to blend seamlessly with the throng of commoners in the outskirts of the capital. “Signor, are you not asking for an exorbitant sum? You are exploiting My Lady merely because she is the daughter of Duke de Roma.”

It was a mistake bringing Milena with you, but it also served as a good signifier that the artist, Giancarlo di Firenze, was still operating in an era where his talent and skill as a sculptor had yet to be recognized. In the eyes of others, he was a struggling artist whose work warranted no more than a few trinkets. However, you possessed the advantage of foresight, bestowed upon you by your gift of clairvoyance (or in layman’s terms, a cheat sheet into the future due to your regression). You knew that Maestro Giancarlo’s sculptures would eventually gain widespread acclaim, particularly after they were displayed at the Veneran Museum, and he would be the most sought after artist in the continent with pieces worth thousands. Even your then-husband, the emperor himself, commissioned him for the notable Star Crossed Lovers sculpture for the ten year death anniversary of the prince and princess of the Astheryn and Caelum Empires. The 50 celestas Signor Giancarlo demanded now paled in comparison to the immense resale value his works would command in a decade’s time. This would be one of your best investments as a mere lady with no imperial wealth. 

“Fifty celestas for this Apollo and Daphne sculpture seems a fair price,” you mused, scrutinizing each exquisite detail of the remarkable artwork. The sculpture was truly a masterpiece and very much deserving of admiration, which was why in your past life, it was highly coveted by The Venera for its sheer magnificence. However, you refrained from showering the Signor with excessive praise. To do so would only awaken him to the true value of his creations, and he could potentially inflate his prices beyond your budget. Thus, you maintained an air of indifference as you regarded the middle-aged sculptor. “It would make a suitable addition to our garden,” you casually added. “I shall purchase it.”

“My Lady!” protested Milena, but you silenced her with a gesture.

“In addition, I would like to acquire the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa and a selection of your cherubic sculptures,” you continued, disregarding Milena’s objections and the delighted expression on Maestro Giancarlo's face. “Pray, how much would the entire collection amount to?”

It was as if he had stumbled upon a treasure trove. The Signor’s eyes glistened with tears of joy as he responded to you. “Lady de Roma! What a blessing you have bestowed upon me,” he exclaimed, leaving you sympathetic towards his years of unacknowledged artistry. “The collection would fetch two-hundred celestas.”

Your maid, filled with concern, cried out in protest. “Preposterous! This is a swindle!”

Again, 200 celestas was a trifling sum compared to its prospective worth. Moreover, it was a price that would not significantly dent your finances as a noble lady. However, if you acquiesced to his initial offer without negotiation, he might infer that you would readily purchase any of his other works at its highest prices.

It was a simple game of chess, and he was merely one of your pawns.

“A hundred and fifty celestas,” you countered, maintaining a steely gaze on Maestro Giancarlo as you made your bargain. “Take it or leave it.”

The man voiced his objection, nonetheless. “But My Lady, I have dedicated weeks to crafting each piece.”

Being ten steps ahead, you already anticipated his response, so you offered a compromise. “Yes, yet two hundred for a handful of pieces seems excessive. I will increase it to a hundred and seventy-five. Do we have an accord?”

“But—”

“Two hundred celestas,” you declared firmly, “on the condition that you add a few more cherubim to my collection.”

In the end, he agreed to your offer with an air of triumph as if he had hit the jackpot. He penned your receipt with a sense of satisfaction, believing he had outwitted you with his inflated price when, unbeknownst to him, he had just sold pieces worth roughly two-hundred thousand celestas. The clear winner in this exchange was you, though you kept that fact strictly concealed. Your strategy to amass personal wealth would remain a secret to all, even if Milena thought you had lost your mind paying such a sum for the work of a struggling artist.

And you did not plan to stop there. Your next task was to visit Pietro De Luca, a renowned painter from your past life who had risen to prominence during your time as empress. Like the sculptor, this man was yet to achieve fame during the future period of artistic renaissance. He was the one who painted you and your husband’s infamous portrait at the palace. Unfortunately, though, luck was not on your side when you visited the painter that day, as the man had apparently journeyed to Constantia and would not return for another fortnight.

Ah, well. There would always be another opportunity.

“My Lady,” spoke Milena, standing beside you as your father’s men loaded the sculptures into the spare carriage. “I never imagined the day would come when you would take an interest in sculptures. When did you develop an eye for art?”

To tell her the truth, you cared little for its artistic merit. Your sole concern was its value and the wealth it would bring you in a decade’s time. You could never reveal that fact to Milena, so you offered an excuse instead. “They make for lovely decorations, do they not? They would certainly add to the opulence of the estate.”

Your sentence was abruptly interrupted as a pair of playing children collided with you, causing your hood to slip down and reveal your face. The mother of the children, instead of offering an apology, was too stunned to realize that you were a noblewoman from the capital. They were clearly of lower status than commoners; they were beggars, clad in tattered garments and bearing grimy faces. Your heart twinged with pity, especially upon seeing the mother cradling a baby in her arms.

A poor infant. Almost instinctively, your hand flew to your belly as memories flooded your mind of the baby you nearly had in your past life. It was Satoru’s child, the future emperor of the empire, the sole heir to the imperial Gojou lineage. Yet, he refused to acknowledge it as his own. What would have happened to your child if he had lived? The bittersweet recollection clenched at your gut. 

“Please, my lady,” pleaded the impoverished woman, “Any food or clothing would be a blessing.”

To think of it, in your past life, you realized that the commoners harbored resentment towards you for your extravagant lifestyle. None of the luxuries you enjoyed as empress were shared with the masses of the Caelum Empire. They remained trapped in poverty while you reveled in comfort, completely disconnected from their reality. It was no wonder you had incurred the wrath of Goddess Fortuna and Archangel Raphael.

And now, overwhelmed by compassion, you motioned for Milena to offer 50 celestas to the woman, who graciously accepted your gift. The sum would suffice for six months' worth of food supplies. Though you wished you could give more, your wealth was not infinite as the daughter of a duke. Nevertheless, it was the gesture that mattered, was it not?

As you and Milena continued to stroll through the plaza, you could sense the incredulous glances she would cast your way. It must have been strange for her to witness your kindness towards commoners, let alone your act of charity by giving away months worth of allowance to strangers.

“Is it the tea I served you the other morning, my lady?” she inquired, concerned. “You seem to be behaving differently, as if you have transformed into a completely different person.”

In your previous life, Milena’s straightforward comments would have resulted in punishment from you. However, in this timeline, you merely chuckled with her. “Life’s too fleeting to be evil all the time.”

Like an eager puppy, she nodded enthusiastically. “Indeed, my lady. Indeed! It brings me joy to see you embracing life in a different manner.”

If only she knew the hardships you had endured in the past, molding you into someone who viewed the world through a different lens in this present time. She would have been glad to see you become an empress, but she would be horrified to know the amount of souls that died by your hands alone. 

You were lost in contemplation throughout the afternoon, and you wandered aimlessly around the city, immersing yourself fully in the lives of the common folk until dusk began to descend. Just as you were about to make your way back to your carriage, a larger one passed by, adorned in white and blue with the imperial insignia proudly displayed.

Today heralded the return of Princess Savina from The Providence. She was the sister of Crown Prince Satoru and the infamous Caelum princess who had tragically perished alongside her lover, Prince Megumi of Astheryn.

Her tragic demise was also the beginning of Satoru’s descent to tyranny. 

That could only mean one thing: the true story was just about to unfold. 

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You felt unsettled. 

Princess Savina’s return marked not only a significant turning point, but also served as a stark reminder of the events that had unfolded in your previous life. Her tragic death had set off a chain reaction of calamities. After her illicit romance with an Astherean prince was exposed, a devastating war broke out and claimed the deaths of innocent citizens. Shortly after, the prince and princess' dead bodies were discovered in the Sistine Chapel. While the conflict might have concluded with an armistice, it was also the catalyst for Satoru’s path to seizing the throne with your helping hand. It was this very moment that laid the groundwork for Satoru’s eventual usurpation of the throne. 

Soon after, Satoru’s ascension to power would be imminent, with you standing by his side as his chosen empress. He would eliminate every traitor you had identified, while you exacted vengeance upon those who had wronged you prior to your rise to an imperial status. Yet, despite your unwavering loyalty and dedication, Satoru never truly trusted or loved you as his wife, ultimately leading to his betrayal in the end.

How could you stand still and watch history repeat itself? 

You had to have a plan. You had to devise a scheme wise enough to change the course of your life. And perhaps, befriending Savina might be the key. She might have a chance to live if her affair with the Astherean prince remained undiscovered, averting the tragic chain of events that led to her demise. That way, Satoru would not harbor the desperation to usurp his parents. He would not ask you to orchestrate a coup, and make you his pathetic empress in return. In this life, you resolved to be repulsive enough in Satoru’s eyes that he would be utterly disinterested in you, even if you were the last person on Earth. 

The plan seemed logical, yet simultaneously absurd. In your past life, you had strived with all your might to become Satoru’s wife, yet now, you were doing everything in your power to avoid such a fate. Is this naught but a cruel game? You could not suppress a wry chuckle as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, the bright moonlight casting an illuminated glow upon you. It was enchanting yet horrifying at the same time to see a faint scar encircling your neck, a grim mark that reminded you of your previous fate as a beheaded empress. You were still uncertain whether you were the only one who could see the scar, but Milena had never seemed to notice it during your bathing rituals. Perhaps the scar would only manifest as a visible reminder of sin, and would fade with virtuous deeds. Your recent act of generosity towards the beggar, however, seemed to carry no weight in mitigating your previous unethical dealings with Maestro Giancarlo. It appeared that genuine acts of kindness were only truly rewarded when performed with sincerity, while any hint of selfishness nullified their positive effects.

You acknowledged that virtuousness was not inherently ingrained within you. While avoiding marriage to Satoru was your primary objective, the prospect of a life dedicated to serving the common people was not your desired path. As long as you refrained from inflicting suffering upon others, you saw no necessity in accumulating merits through good deeds. After all, your sole task, as directed by Archangel Raphael, was to atone for your sins, not to become a paragon of virtue. You were no saint. 

Three days had quickly passed since that night, and this day held a special occasion that had your heart pumping heavily the morning you woke up. Today, as accurate as your previous life, was the day of The Mass of Annunciation—a holy Catholic mass to celebrate when Archangel Gabriel appeared to the Virgin Mary and announced to her that she would conceive and give birth to the son of God, Jesus. 

The grandeur of the event was undeniable, and attendance was obligatory for all noble families of Caelum, given the devout nature of the empire’s populace. Moreover, the presence of the imperial Gojou family ensured the importance of the occasion. Yet, for you, stepping into Saint Peter’s Basilica once more stirred nerves as memories flooded back from your time as an empress. Now, as a 20-year-old daughter of a duke, you entered the basilica beside your brother, Aristide, whose pompous demeanor drew the gaze of all noble ladies present. After all, he was the empire’s second most eligible bachelor after Satoru himself. In your first life, your brother had wed Lady Serena, and your relationship had soured when you declared him a traitor and accused him of treachery against your then-husband. Although Satoru had spared his life, he had decreed Aristide’s eventual exile, wary of the threat posed by a brother-in-law with ambitions for the throne.

The stark contrast between your current standing and your former eminence as an empress was palpable as you made your first public appearance in high society since your regression. No longer did heads turn and knees bend at the sight of you. Instead, you were regarded as a mere noblewoman, approaching the age where marriage prospects dwindled, and whispered rumors branded you as a woman with an unsavory fixation on the crown prince. It was a humbling experience, to say the least, and a reminder of the depths to which your reputation had fallen.

Despite no longer holding the title of empress, you spared no effort in your attire. You carried yourself with the same regal air, showcasing your upbringing and the lavish lifestyle afforded by your father. Your family not only produced the bravest knights, but also supported a prosperous weaponry business, which reflected your ostentatious way of life. That was why you had the means to wear a sumptuous gown of rich burgundy brocade, intricately woven with gold thread and adorned with delicate floral embroidery. You made certain that the modest neckline gracefully covered your neck to hide your revolting scar, while layers of sheer chiffon formed a voluminous skirt that cascades to your feet. Your hair was secured in a crespine, a delicate net-like veil adorned with lustrous pearls and sparkling gemstones, while around your neck hung a simple yet elegant silver cross pendant to add a touch of reverence.

In your eyes, you considered yourself a modest and conservative lady who was hesitant to reveal too much skin. However, your brother found it laughable, jesting that you might as well become a nun given how covered your chest and neckline were. He remarked that it was unusual for you to dress in such a reserved manner, as you had previously taken the initiative to wear attire that would attract Satoru’s manly gaze.

“Announcing the arrival of His and Her Imperial Highness, followed by His and Her Imperial Majesties—the luminaries of our empire.”  

As the imperial family arrived at the basilica, a hushed anticipation suddenly fell over the gathered crowd. The air was filled with a palpable sense of reverence and awe as the imposing façade of the basilica welcomed the presence of the empire’s highest authority.

First to enter were Princess Savina and Crown Prince Satoru, the heir and heiress to the throne, their regal presence commanding attention as they made their way down the grand procession. Princess Savina was resplendent in a gown of shimmering silk and a coronet as her headdress, while there he came… Your then-husband. Your ex-lover. Your betrayer. Crown Prince Satoru, clad in a tailored doublet of rich blue velvet, projecting an air of quiet strength and authority as he stared straight ahead towards the altar like he did in your past life. You had almost forgotten how princely handsome he was when he was younger, and you could not stop your frenzied heart as you felt somersaults in your stomach. No, you must not! It was all in the mind. It was all a matter of mind games, and this might be the first time you had seen Satoru again in real life after your regression, but he was still a man who had ordered to kill you. You should never be fooled by his luscious white hair and sky blue eyes. 

“In love?” whispered your brother, a smirk visible on his face. 

“Out of love,” you corrected and remained resolute in your goal not to get swayed by Satoru’s charm again. “I feel not a single thing.” 

Aristide scoffed at that. “Yet your eyes shine at the sight of him?” 

As the imperial siblings took their places at the head of the procession, the assembled congregation bowed their heads in deference as the imperial family proceeded to their seats and their every movement watched with rapt attention by the gathered nobility. Following closely behind were the Emperor and Empress, the reigning monarchs of the empire, their presence heralded by the sound of trumpets and the swell of sacred music.

You chose not to bicker with your brother throughout the holy mass, although there were times you were tempted to cuss him out. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, ridiculing your attire and insisting that Satoru would never pay you any attention. He took great pleasure in reminding you of the prince’s supposed revulsion towards your obsession, when little did your foolish brother know, you would be glad if that was in fact true. 

And the ironic thing was, in your previous life, you had done Aristide a great favor by marrying Satoru. This freed up Lady Serena for marriage, despite her supposed status as the crown prince’s favorite. You used to despise Serena out of sheer jealousy, while Aristide had always desired her, which was why your brother had urged you to win Satoru’s affections to pave the way for him to marry the lady he so coveted.

In this life, you decided not to interfere in any potential relationship between Satoru and Serena, regardless of your brother’s wishes. You acknowledged that Serena would make a far superior empress than yourself, as she possessed enough empathy in her to prioritize the welfare of her people and avoid endangering them. She was not the type of person who would willingly bring about the destruction of an entire nation, nor would she welcome the spread of plague out of mere vengeance against her husband. 

With Satoru out of your plans, Savina then came into the picture. You had to speak and get close to her—close enough for her to trust you and befriend you, but not attached enough for you to act like her older sister. You would only be here to guide her and avoid her from the path of her downfall in order to save yourself. Savina was the key. 

Savina… Savina would be the one to save you in this life. Savina was your only hope. 

As the mass concluded, some of the nobles began to disperse, while others congregated in a corner to converse with the Archbishop. Your sole intention at that moment was to approach Savina, allowing your feet to lead you to the direction of where she was. But just before you reached her, you stumbled upon a very significant individual who had played a pivotal role in bringing about your suffering in your previous life.

It was none other than Satoru’s advisor, Lord Maximillian. 

“Lady Y/N, it is a delight to see you,” the man greeted, but you could see right through him. He never liked you now and in the past. In fact, his hatred stemmed from his peculiar fixation towards the imperial family. He may look younger presently, but he was still an old and rotten base-born cur. 

Maximilian was the one responsible for introducing Satoru to the prophecy, and he was also the individual who whispered your demise into your husband's ears. Given his role in your past suffering, why should you afford him any respect?

“It is rather surprising you had not burned inside the church,” you remarked acerbically, eliciting widened eyes from the nobleman. “Yet it does beg the question, Lord Maximilian, what brings a heretic like yourself inside a Catholic church?”

Within the confines of the basilica, or at least the space surrounding you, a variety of reactions unfolded. A noble lady shot you a disapproving stare for your perceived rudeness towards a man of higher nobility, while your brother regarded you with a mixture of astonishment and concern as if you had gone mad. Conversely, a young nobleman appeared impressed by your audacity.

As for Maximilian, it was rather amusing to observe the crimson hue that spread across his face. You anticipated his retort and braced yourself for his comeback. “Why, you foul-mouthed wench!” he exclaimed, his voice laden with indignation. “Who do you think you are speaking to?!”

You grinned triumphantly at your success in offending him. “You should be ashamed to show yourself in front of God—” you began, relishing the opportunity to further provoke him, but was cut short when a formidable presence appeared before you. 

The arctic white hair, the crystal blue eyes, the smooth ivory skin, the towering build from years of training… 

“Your Highness,” Maximilian immediately curtsied before the prince, while you remained frozen in place. Like a statue. “Your Highness, this young lady is preposterous!” 

On one hand, Satoru’s eyes bathed in humor as he observed the interaction between you and Maximilian. This was the first time you two had faced each other since the regression, and the emotions stirred within you were still raw. You were husband and wife when you last saw each other. You could still remember the last time you saw him the night before your execution, when he visited you in the West Tower and asked you to live a solitary life in the countryside as his mistress. Your heart seemed to constrict in your chest, yet simultaneously, it pounded loudly with anticipation. 

“Max, it seems the lady has labeled you a heretic,” the Crown Prince remarked, his gaze unwavering as he focused on you. “Can you substantiate your accusations, Lady Y/N?” he inquired, prompting you to defend your claims.

Satoru, you fool. If you were to reveal what happened in your previous life, he would be an accomplice to the crime. He carried the highest position in the empire at the time, yet he was a supporter of heresy himself. That alone would have brought him into Inquisition. 

You could not think straight. Oh for heaven’s sake! You could not focus. Could not breathe. Could not speak. Your thoughts were flooded by memories of your past life; of Satoru claiming you were useless for being barren, of him refusing to acknowledge your child, of him planning to wed another woman after the years you had devoted to him, of him ruthlessly ordering your execution. 

Of him never saying he loved you. 

Before you realized it, tears welled up in your eyes. You were utterly unprepared to encounter him today, let alone engage in conversation, especially while the wounds from your past were still so raw. Some wounds had yet to heal, and the mere sight of him brought them flooding back.

And with your unexpected reaction, his expression softened and morphed into one of genuine concern. Why? Why was he suddenly concerned now when he spent years of being an ungrateful husband? His smile had long vanished, replaced by a look of worry after seeing you on the verge of breaking down. However, before the tears could spill, you turned and fled, unable to bear the thought of crying in front of a man like him.

“Hold on, Lady Y/N—!”

His voice called out to you, but you refused to look back. No, you were determined to only keep moving forward, to distance yourself from the man who had caused you so much pain. Therefore, you hastily fled the basilica, seeking solace amidst the throng of nobles who were crowding outside. 

As you ran, tears streamed down your face unchecked, yet you let it be. The ache in your heart was unbearable, knowing that the man you had once loved so deeply now had the power to hurt you all over again. Only when you found a secluded spot beneath a stone pine tree did you collapse, clutching your chest as you recalled the face of the man who had caused you so much anguish.

I despise you, Satoru. 

“How could you betray me like that?” you murmured, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed beneath the tree, feeling utterly pathetic.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over you, and as you looked up, you saw a man with dark hair clad in shining armor. His smile was gentle as he approached and crouched down beside you.

“My lady.” It was the Knight Commander, Yuuta, offering you his handkerchief. “Is everything alright?”

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can we get some bully headcanons for sevika? Please 😫🥵

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WARNINGS: bullying, harassment, implied degradation, implied dehumanization, implied power dynamics, abuse of power/position, abuse, violence. be safe, heed warnings!

from roselí. ��𐭩 : anon………… you might be onto something…

When it comes to bullying you, Sevika takes it to a different, almost sadistic level. There’s something particularly unsettling about the way Sevika derives enjoyment from your discomfort and pain, especially because she perceives you as weak and vulnerable.

It’s not enough that she’s already double your size, her sheer height that towers yours, and her mass— inclined top to bottom with muscle. Or that she could easily snap you in two if she so pleased.

She’ll be testing the waters at first; bumping your shoulders harshly when she passed you, hard enough to make you stumble back. Or tripping you occasionally, watching your arms flail fruitlessly to catch yourself.

Because bullying isn't simply about asserting dominance; it’s about relishing in the power she holds over the situation. It’s about drawing a reaction out of you, it fufills her in a way nothing else does.

She’ll step up her game once she realizes a little bump on your shoulders just isn’t enough. Now, she’s spewing insults and making harsh threats. Talking poorly of you amongst others in your presence; all to make you acutely aware of the hierarchy. The dynamic. She’s the one in control, you don’t get to ignore her.

And there’s never a sense of empathy or remorse in her actions—only a dark satisfaction that feeds her ego and solidifies her position of power over you.

She’s harsh, she’s cold. She incredibly insensitive. What really makes Sevika stand out is the fact that she takes her time, patience is a virtue. She’s calculated with what she says and does; makes sure its always something that’ll hit the nail on the head.

When she speaks, it’s laced with a cold, condescending tone. She finds content in making you feel small, belittling your every attempt to stand up for yourself. Her words are like ice, cutting through any bravado you might try to muster.

She’ll give you orders, ones that are humiliating and degrading. Ones that almost dehumanize you. Dont walk towards her, crawl. What reason do you have to walk anyways? Not like you’re going anywhere she isn’t. And in addition to that, there’s no need to take a chair either, you’ll be just fine on your knees at her feet. She doesn't need to raise her voice; the venom in her tone is enough to make your stomach turn.

She makes it very clear that you’d better do what she says.

And if you hesitate? That’s when Sevika leans in, her proximity a reminder that she’s always in control. The heavy threat of physical violence is there, lurking in her body language, and that’s usually all it takes to make you pliant. You have no idea what she’s capable of.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to break something."

When she does decide to escalate, it’s a careful and well thought out move. She might corner you in a quiet, isolated spot, where your fear is palpable, and she can enjoy the way your breath hitches when you realize there’s nowhere to run.

She’ll impose her massive size on you, blocking you in. Trapping you. It’s maddening, not know what her next move is.

And if you try to fight her, she’ll be elated. She couldn’t miss that small fire erupting in your eyes. A look nothing short of sadistic etching it’s way onto her face. It’s thrilling, she thinks. It’s almost cute, watching you aim poorly executed blows at her face and chest; your form is horrible, you’re doing more damage to yourself than anything. She’ll snicker, because it’s funny, and because she knows it’ll discourage you.

She’ll relish in this moment, she loves to watch the fire dim.

“Feeling brave, puppy?” She’ll sneer, and she’ll push you. Hard. It’s sends you backwards, just barely keeping your balance. Its the first time shes used her full force on you. “Fight me, then.” She’ll follow up with another shove, this one knocking you off your feet.

And she’ll bend down, gripping the collar of your shirt to reel you back up. “On your feet. Fight.” She doesn’t even have to hit you, she realizes. She’s just tossing you around, pushing and shoving and pushing and shoving. Watching you hit every corner in the room. “Fight back.” She’ll bark, but she knows that you won’t.

She can see it manifesting on you, clear as day. You’re tired; you can hardly keep your balance up. There’s small bruises forming on your shoulders and arms; from being shoved into different surfaces.

But there’s something else she notices as she grabs you off the floor again, your scared, tired eyes meeting hers.

That fire, it’s gone.

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With the gentle caress of Neptune's blissful hand, a dreamy aura evolves. In the dawn's soft embrace, and twilight's whisper, pisces paints the sky with a suspire.

Pisces Rising: Divine Charm

They look mysterious and distant but their gaze, like the ocean, deep and profound, reflecting the emotions untold. A wise mind and soul, with a gentle and caring heart, remains protected from the dangers from outside. Many of them tended to isolate themselves, as the tensions of their early environment could be difficult to deal with. They seek calm, and would love to live in a world where they felt at peace and free to be who they truly are. They have the ability to adapt to their environments and the people they meet, making the number of people with whom they truly feel like themselves very small. Their beauty lies more in delicacy, like angels fallen to heaven, their skin is soft, their gaze slightly sleepy and many of them give an unapproachable vibe. 

From a young age they learn to achieve things on their own and we can attribute that to Aries in the 2nd house. They greatly value their independence, being able to do things their own way, because these natives highly value their independence and that clearly includes financial independence, which is why they like to make their decisions for themselves when it comes to money. Some of them may have a tendency to be somewhat impulsive with their spending, especially if Mars is making tense aspects to Jupiter or Neptune. Ambition to find stability in their lives, they fervently desire to feel powerful and not with respect to others, but with themselves and the management of their lives. They are people who have that entrepreneurial spirit, since they were young, they may have defined what they want to achieve, be it a certain status, economic position, or simply a set of things to have in the future. Some of these natives are prone to becoming demotivated quickly if they do not perceive or have tangible results, so it is necessary for them to find a way to motivate themselves. It is a kind of challenge to be more constant and persistent in your productive projects. They may possess a certain level of competitiveness and winning and/or achieving things can increase their self-esteem, especially if Mars makes tense aspects to Sun or Jupiter. It is possible that at some point in their lives they feel that to be valuable they have to achieve or have things, they may equate success with the idea of ​​"I have to create or do something.”

Talking to them is one of the most comfortable things in the world, they are responsible for not only talking to you and giving you their point of view, but also listening to you carefully, and we can see that with Taurus in the 3rd house. These natives take their time to process what is happening around them, they do not jump to conclusions, they are observant, capable of sensing when things are not as before, when there are changes around them, nothing goes unnoticed, no matter how minimal the change may be. They like clarity, that people speak with bluntness, that is, without losing tact if the situation requires it. They have a very attractive and soothing voice, and their way of speaking, the words that come out of their mouths can be a caress to the soul. They are sensible, rational and patient. They calm others with ease with their words and voice, there is something simply magnetic about them. Talent for singing and taste or interest in music. They have a great facility for creating and generating ideas, and not only that, but they also materialize them. They have aptitudes for poetry and any genre that allows them to express their feelings through letters. They may have hands-on skills, from sculpture, drawing or any form of design. They are constant people when it comes to learning something that catches their attention. They easily move the people around them, as they seek to say what they genuinely feel and think. They tend to be somewhat reserved with their thoughts at first but when they express them, they will not express them abruptly or shouting. They take their time to learn, they like to do things at their own pace and not feel pressured, as they are susceptible to stress. It is difficult to change their mind, because even if they listen to yours, it is likely that they will not stop thinking the way they do.

Since they were children, these natives questioned everything, from what surrounded them to the actions or behaviors of those who accompanied them. Pure and present curiosity for as long as they can remember, a clear representation of Gemini in the 4th house. A desire to understand others at a deep level because of the feeling of never having been understood themselves. Many of these natives experience constant changes in their home, from moving to issues of family dynamics. They may have grown up in a chaotic or changing environment; one parent may have been emotionally distant. It is likely that since they were children they have had problems, whether it be excess mental and/or physical energy, nerves or anxiety in some cases. They may have closeness and constant communication with a particular member of their families. They are very reserved people with their past and emotions, they hardly feel that they can talk about it with others. They do not enjoy small talk much, they tend to prefer deep and more meaningful conversations. These natives are fun, spontaneous and very expressive, but due to circumstances and experiences, they have learned to hide this side of them. They prioritize fluid communication with those with whom they have an emotional bond; they will always seek to make the other person comfortable to speak freely about what they feel. They may have had tense experiences in their childhood, such as dealing with people who were hypocritical or overly critical of them. They find comfort in the idea of ​​learning new things, yes, but most likely these natives have comfort series, books or movies that they return to when they don't feel well. Many of them express their discomfort, or in general any type of emotions through writing. Journaling, making poetry or simply writing can be activities that allow them to feel better and more liberated.

These natives are incredibly romantic and attentive in their relationships. They look for a relationship that allows them to be emotionally vulnerable and that is related to Cancer in the 5th house. Love with them feels like a warm blanket, which gives you warmth, protection and reaffirmation. For them there is no better sign of love than dedicating time, energy and devotion to the other person. They nourish their relationships a lot and always work on them, making necessary changes both in the dynamics of the relationship and in their love language, since they adapt to their partner's to make them feel loved. They prioritize the comfort of both themselves and their partners. Its beauty and appeal lies more on the tender, tender and soft side. They usually have attractive and sweet faces, as well as expressive eyes. Regardless of how they show themselves to the world and how they decide to face it, in their relationships they are softies, and they tend to attract people who become attached to them. They attract mysterious and reserved people with their emotions who have a huge heart. For them, a relationship equals comfort, unconditional support and a deep connection. Their partners' past matters to them as a way to understand them better. Caring and being cared for is important in the dynamics of romance for these natives to enjoy.

With Leo in the 6th house it is very likely that the native has excellent creative and/or artistic abilities. These are people who can gain a lot of recognition through their work or a skill they have worked on for a long time. In the work area they may be very loved or appreciated, they are seen as talented, capable and charismatic, however, that natural brilliance that they possess can attract envious people or people who want to steal some of their light. They are generous people par excellence, they will never hesitate to help, support or share with those they love. Having a strong work ethic, being responsible, honest and devoted are values ​​that have been instilled in them since they were young. It is likely that from childhood they were taught to work hard and value not only their own efforts but those of others. Many of these natives tend to prefer to be given compliments about their abilities, the way they do things or their results, not forgetting to mention that they can be modest or dismissive with other types of compliments, not knowing how to react to them. They like to do things that they can put their whole heart into. They need to see the importance behind a task to want to do it and will not waste their time on things that they do not perceive as genuinely useful or important to them. They have this way of doing things well or not doing them at all, they can be very demanding of themselves and of seeing tangible results. Many of these natives may experience pain in the chest and/or back if they are subjected to a lot of stress. For them it is crucial to truly love their job, because they feel that hating their job is no longer bearable for a little more money. Passion is important for them when starting a project, so if the passion runs out they will not hesitate to drop the task in question.

With Virgo in the 7th house we can observe what these natives look for in their relationships, especially those they want to maintain long term and this is reliability and mutual support. They are so used to giving a lot to others and supporting them fully no matter what, they are extremely devoted and giving to those who have the place of their heart, but it is highly disappointing when that is not given back to them. They tend to be so hard on themselves, overly self-critical of their actions in a relationship. If Mercury makes tense aspects, it is very likely that after breakups they will think that they are guilty or have a feeling of responsibility about it. They will always seek to improve their relationships, frequently asking their partners about how they feel more comfortable or how to make them feel more loved. They are looking for a reliable partner who supports and motivates them, someone who looks after their well-being and who accepts them without conditions, someone who makes them feel sufficient and happy with who they are. With this placement the natives will have a future spouse dedicated to them and the relationship, someone modest who will work hard and know how to appreciate the natives' efforts and intentions. It will be a relationship that will emerge little by little, they will get to know each other more and more and along with this, not only love but admiration will grow more and more. Both will try to resolve any issue that arises, knowing how to listen to each other and proposing solutions. Both will arrive at a point in each other's lives where they are focused on themselves whether it is improving, healing or working.

Giving and receiving equally is an internal desire that lies in Libra in the 8th house. That longing to show oneself completely to their special one and fully know the other, that fervent yearn, the need to be transparent with someone willing to be genuine with them. There is a set of internal conflicts between wanting that intense, passionate and extremely devoted connection with the fear of being vulnerable, the fear of becoming dependent on someone or that someone becomes too absorbed with them. The fear of giving everything and being betrayed. It is difficult to trust opening up and there is nothing that terrifies them more than the risk of doing so to the wrong person. Having them as a couple is an experience like no other, not only because of the passion and sensuality of these lovers, but also because of the intense and genuine devotion that they give you. They are able to love you completely, to form a connection that feels real, one in which you do not pretend to be someone you are not or one in which you do not feel like you have to be someone else. They experience great transformations during and after their relationships, they have a tendency to seek or attract deep relationships where there is a strong bond between them. They are fascinating lovers who manage to make you feel desired with a look, who through their touch transmit the whirlwind of emotions that you provoke in them. They love intensely, there is no doubt in them, all or nothing, I love you or I don't love you. They think a lot before entering a relationship, and once they are in one, they immerse themselves completely. 

These natives are constantly searching for a deep meaning to the world around them, something beyond the visible, and that need to see beyond what simple sight allows them to do is thanks to Scorpio in the 9th house. They feel a growing attraction for complex topics that mark them in some way or leave them introspective, since they spend a lot of their time in their heads, analyzing and trying to understand what seems intriguing to them. A desire to investigate topics that seem mysterious to them, inclination for spiritual topics, psychology or solving mysteries/riddles of all kinds. A lot of transformation through travel and chances of traveling to distant lands. Physical and spiritual journeys, many feelings of epiphanies throughout their lives. Fascination or fixation with a specific type of culture. A complex relationship with religion, being either very devoted to their beliefs or having experienced complex things thanks to the religious beliefs of their parents or family. Inquisitive minds, however they do not make it obvious that they know many things, they are very humble people regarding their knowledge, but they firmly trust in what they know. In them there is more knowledge than what is seen, they are very astute and although they seek to see the bigger picture, it is difficult for the details to go unnoticed, since they have the mixture of perception and strong intuition, which makes them perceive things that can be subliminal.

Natives with Sagittarius in the 10th house are curious souls by nature, people who aspire for great things and constantly dream of obtaining, achieving and being. They look for jobs that allow them to expand, intellectually, or expand their joy and emotional well-being. Many people tend to see them as genuine people who are easy to work with and people who, regardless of whether they are introverted or extroverted, will always be cordial. They can become very influential people in their work, since Jupiter, the planet of luck, rules this house, making them prone to finding success at work and easily moving or influencing people. They are likely to travel constantly and come into contact with foreign things thanks to their work. These people aspire to do good, to do the right thing and in many cases to contribute positively to the lives of others through their work. Some jobs for these people are teachers, artists, journalism, international relations, human resources, work in travel agencies, lawyers. In the eyes of the public they have charm, as they have a mixture of charisma, ambition and authenticity. Despite wanting to be recognized for their abilities, many of these natives can find it overwhelming to have a lot of attention, so they need that balance between alone time and public time.

Precisely because of their energy and sensitivity to other people's vibes, they are very selective about who they surround themselves with. Capricorn in the 11th house makes them accept their friends as they are and seek to give them a lot of support, but it is difficult for them to give that title to anyone. They prefer closed and stable circles, they take friendship seriously and can be very devoted to them. These natives have a tendency to attract friends with greater maturity or age, and they will admire the maturity and abilities of the natives. Friendships with long age differences. They may see it as a strong support for a friend/certain group of friends, finding a sense of family more in them than in their biological families. They can have great economic gains thanks to their career, from having high or important positions, or even a lot of prestige in their work. They aspire for big things and it is not enough for them to just dream, they like to make them come true and work hard to achieve them. Contrary to what one would believe with this placement, they are very ambitious and hardworking dreamers, as they will always be thinking about how to materialize everything that they have always longed to have. They believe in the power of hard work and many of them are not naive or excessively overzealous as they are projected.

The noise out there has become overwhelming, the looks of some have become heavy, all those times you felt judged, underestimated or left out for being your precious self has led you to lock yourself away, that beautiful and enormous heart and everything. That which makes you unique in a small world, where you can be safe from being viewed with disdain. People with Aquarius in the 12th house are reserved with certain sides of themselves, be it their thoughts, hobbies or in some cases feelings, on some occasions they may feel separated and different from others, the feeling of being an outsider can be common with this placement. In them lies a creative mind and an accepting soul, which seeks to know others deeply and remove from their lives everything that is superficial. They always seem very perceptive of their environment and those around them, they even generate interest in everything that allows them to know themselves and others better, as a result of a feeling of not having been understood. They have a high creative potential and can excel enormously in a hobby or one of their passions, but they may fear criticism and little acceptance from others. These people fear rejection from people, especially from those they open up to, thinking they are different. They have an open personality, they do not run away from or criticize minds other than their own, they will always try to understand and accept people. They feel that impulse in them to accept and include others because of the wound of not having been accepted themselves. In these natives lies a beautiful being, with unique ideas and emotions, who will hardly show himself completely to others, only those who inspire true confidence. Their longing and desire is to be free from these internal chains and cages that hold back those sides of their being that they feel will be judged.

[matchatarot]

Have you been curious about a specific connection’s future recently, Bunny? Let’s see how the Wheel of Fortune will turn! The reading will be separated into three parts: when you’ve met this person, after you’ve met them and the future of this relationship. Depending on your situation, you might be in a different phase of the relationship so do not mind the verb tense too much. To pick a pile don’t overthink it; choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. Only take what resonates! This reading is intended for friendships as well as romantic relationships.

Love, Matcha ♡

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1 ₊˚.༄

You’ve met this person while you were aiming to free yourself from a certain person‘s or group’s control. You were trapped in other's expectations of you. You decided to give yourself the love you deserve on your own and this powerful choice attracted this person in your life. Your strength, charisma and self-love are what brought them in. They’re someone who values strong characters and passionate people. They felt empowered by you and you reminded them that they can too break free from what’s hindering their manifestations.

You’ve shared spiritual wisdom with them that brought them to an entirely new phase of their life. Your generosity and words of empowerment changed their self-image for the better. You helped them ground themselves and asses things from a more logical point of view. With your own experience, you reminded them that they had control over their life. You motivate them to not procrastinate on improving their life, from reminding them to do their taxes to encouraging them to go on mental health walks. You also empowered them to seek pleasures in new ways. So you might introduce them to a new game or hobby. If you’re friends with benefits or in a romantic relationship, the way you’ve engaged in the deed was new and felt lowkey spiritual. It was their first time to do it that way, it can be related to sexual orientation, kink or just overall dynamic. For friendships, it’s possible that your coming out inspired them if that applies to you. At this point in the relationship you’re living in the moment and not communicating about the relationship’s future. It seems like they’re more focused on what you’ve brought them than who you are. But as they say, “People are experiences, not possessions”.

If you’ve asked for a romantic relationship I do not see you guys getting to a new level of commitment anytime soon. However! There’s still a positive energy here. The thing is, your relationship together is all about empowering each other’s independence so even though it’s a good environment to grow individually it doesn’t really foster the most fertile ground for an actual romantic relationship, you know. Right now, you are headed to a future where you and this person remain in each other’s life. You’ll see each other as an important part of each other's journey and if that applies to you, you’ll still have intercourse with them. You guys might stay in each other’s life because it’s the best sex ever, if it’s part of the nature of your relationship. I see you guys hanging out a lot at night time, talking for hours with each other about your dreams. I just think that there’s the possibility for an eventual falling out further away in the future because of some divergent opinions. I think you guys have different fundamental beliefs that you’ve both figured were not that much of a big deal but with time you’ll end up prioritizing people that are more like you. It’s also possible that one of you rejects the other, or that one of you gets accepted for an opportunity and the other doesn’t and it creates a separation. I see you still communicating from time to time and reminiscing about the other’s pieces of advice. This person was fated, but not fated to stay. Embrace the endings, Bunny. They make place for new beginnings.

carnelian, tiger’s eye, Demeter , 9, 3

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2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

You might’ve met this person when you went somewhere for the first time. You also might’ve met while doing a social activity with your friends and they were on their own. It might’ve been a trip! You’ve met them after getting out of a complicated and confusing time in your life. You were open to new connections and they were also emotionally open to you. Initially, there might have been a power imbalance. One seemed to call the shots while the other followed their lead. This meeting felt fated for both of you, but one of you was especially taken over by the other’s charm, the more submissive one. However, both of you seemed invested in this connection and wanted to give it the love it needed for it to grow into something powerful and beautiful.

You and your person jumped into this relationship headfirst. I wonder if there was some love bombing involved. You’ve given them warmth and opened your heart to them. They know they can count on you, you’ve been a secure and dependable figure in their life. At this point, you’re seeing each other as best friends or life partners. The relationship is at first healing, but it’s certainly a lot of emotions. Even though you’re sentimental as well, it’s apparent that this person is more sensitive than they would admit. They might’ve made you realize that you are more emotional than you admit to yourself or they’ve put you in an emotional state you’ve never been in before. As the journey of this relationship unfolds, you realize that this connection is forcing you to do shadow work. This person is bringing up a toxic pattern that you’ve had and they’re forcing you to look at your ego’s flaws. You, them or both of you have pride that is hindering the growth of this relationship. It seems like they might be avoidant because the depth of their feeling is scaring them. There’s a beautiful opportunity for healing and growth here but I am not sure they’ll choose this option. You will, though.

I feel like they’ll switch on you at a moment when you don’t expect it. As if they didn’t know how to handle your love. Or there might be an argument about the future of this relationship. Bunny, they’re not who you thought they were. I am sorry! It’s possible that they projected a fake identity to get close to you. If it’s a friendship, I feel like they’ll eventually stop including you in their plans and hang out with other people instead of you. It’ll feel like they’re completely different has when you met them. They used to share so much with you but now they don’t even answer your texts. There might be a third party influencing this connection. I see a lot of different possibilities because I am tapping into so many different energies but they’re some conflicts when it comes to values and beliefs. One of you might be religious and wish to be around people with the same lifestyle. They also might get very overwhelmed with their work and prioritize it over you. I want to take a moment to remind you that tarot is simply the projected outcome based on the actual energy. You and your person have free will, if you want more chances of this relationship working out, (if it’s in your higher interest) make sure to have good communication with this person. However, it does seem like you’ll eventually let go of this connection yourself. You’re on a self-improvement path and you’re manifesting your dream life, I feel like at some point your journey will force you two to separate so you can move on to better things. I see you making the effort but surrendering. It’ll be difficult to let go but when you do, you’ll feel a big weight off your shoulders and you’ll realize you’ve been holding on for too long.

I would like to end this reading by reminding you that most people you meet will become part of your past, but their impact in your life was still beautiful. Embrace endings!

"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." — Marilyn Monroe

rose quartz, the moon, 818

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3 ‧₊˚ ♡

You’ve met this person at a time of your life when you were looking for genuine and emotionally fulfilling relationships. When you’ve met them, they seemed like exactly the type of person you needed in your life. When you look at them, you see your future through them. I see you being attracted to them the moment you’ve met them very intensely. It had been a while since you’ve felt like this for someone, what’s even more special about this feeling is how you hadn’t known them for a while. There’s something so energetically abundant about this connection. If it’s a romantic relationship, you might’ve thought “This is the person I want to marry”. If it’s platonic you might’ve thought “I want this person to be my children’s godmother/godfather” or something like that. It definitely felt like they were a strong part of your future.

You’ve remained loyal to this person while the relationship was developing, your initial feelings just growing stronger towards them. They’ve brought excitement and adventures into your life. Being together feels so easy. You guys are soft with each other. You accept their flaws and they accept yours. This relationship is a safe place. You’re able to share your faults without being shamed. Fostering this dynamic is making you realize how you can be hard on yourself and you’re learning to give the same compassion towards yourself that you give to them and that they give to you. Both of you feel so comfortable in each other's presence that you even like to do nothing together, like bed rotting together or going to the park and smoking. It’s as if boredom doesn’t exist when it’s the two of you, being together always feels like quality time. You’re finally getting the care you deserve after so many karmic lessons.

This relationship will help you to step into your higher power, it’s making you so confident. Ugh, I love this energy it feels so cosy. They’ll remain receptive to your needs and listen to your worries. They desire to connect on a deeper level and they’re willing to do it on your time. They give you more than you’re asking for and they’re adapting their own life to fit your needs. You won’t even need to ask them! An example that I am thinking of is if you’re gluten-free, they’ll make sure to always consider that if you’re planning to go out and they’ll do things like calling the restaurant in advance to check if the menu fits your needs. They won’t ever want to make you feel like doing those things is annoying to them, because it isn’t. They just love you! The way they compliment your appearance will also feel empowering. They’ll see a future with you and they want to plan towards it. They’re emotionally open and vulnerable with you. You’ll always feel loved by them because they’ll remind you how important you are in their life. Some people might oppose this connection. Since you’ve both met your match, you’re becoming more and more authentic to yourself and it’s inadvertently chasing away the fake people around you. The love bubble both of you are in is energetically protecting your union from malicious spirits and people. The more this relationship is unfolding, the more your heart tells you that they’re right for you. You’ll be comfortable following your own heart, other's advice won’t be necessary at all.

citrine, almandine, firefly, sacred heart

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decks used : angel tarot cards by Radleigh Valentine, l’oracle du chemin spirituel by Valérie Defour & Valérie Saussez, amor et psyche oracle by Georges Barbier, oracle of heaven and hell by Travis McHenry, ors et ombres by Stephanie Lafrance

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[joonjuul]

million dollar man. jjk

pairing: rich!jk x poor!reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: richman!jk, softdom!jk, poor!reader, subby!reader, pwp, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), pet names, praise

a/n: just a lil something to keep you guys occupied while i finish up school :3 tysm for all the love im sorry for inactivityyy… don’t worry ill make it up to you guys <3

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his cold calloused hands ran over your cheek, nearly kissing away the single teardrop that slid down your flushed skin. his other hand wrapped gently around your hair, pulling it perfectly out of your face as he guided your soft lips over his cock.

“that’s it, baby.” he coos from above you. your knees were peppered in carpet burn, painted velvet over your pale skin as you felt every vein and crease of his length along your hollowed cheeks. to you, he was admirable, a man of power, a man of riches. he didn’t even take his suit off when you fucked. but to him, you were an angel sent from heaven, his saving grace, his escape from reality.

you felt yourself gag around him as he slowly pushes himself deeper inside, his hips bucking up slightly as his eyes turn white, relishing in everything you have to offer him. god he really was a sight for sore eyes.

you hollow your cheeks further around his cock, nearly enough to make him cum on the spot as he gently pulls himself out of your mouth, his eyes flicking to yours as he leans forward, wiping your perfect plump lips and smeared mascara as best as he can.

“sweet little girl, come here.” he rasps, patting his thigh as he helps you stand up from between his legs, watching as you perfectly position yourself on either side of his thigh.

“jungkook.” you whine softly. you wanted nothing more than to see him cum. watch his eyes roll back as he thrusts deep into your mouth. even if it hurt, every strain of muscles in your throat was worth hearing him moan and whimper beneath you.

he smirks at you sweetly, his dimples poking out as he brings his hands to your waist, sliding his fingers over your bare stomach as he begins to guide you slowly. your clothed cunt rubbing against his thigh almost perfectly as your bare legs tighten around him.

his smirk deepens as he watches how quickly you respond, bringing one of his hands up to your face to push a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“such a pretty little thing. i couldn’t resist baby, you look too good like this. and i know how much you love my thigh.” his voice is dripping with sex, rumbling through your chest as your hips begin to move on their own, barely being guided by his cold hands. he was right, riding his thigh always made your mind cloudy, and always left you desperate for more.

“w-wanted to see you c-cum.” you mutter under your breath, the words slipping out almost subconsciously as your body begins to fall under his spell, under his trance.

he smirks even more, licking his lips subtly, although you could barely notice him now with how lost you were on him.

“i know sweetheart. but i want to see you cum first.” jungkook was walking sex in your eyes. his every touch, his every line, every breath was so gentle, it left your body aching for more almost constantly, even without your knowledge. so much so that in situations like this, you tended to forget who you were.

right now you were just a poor girl on his lap, and he was a rich boy watching you ride him breathlessly. and that was enough for you.

your hands subconsciously move up to his shoulders, gripping them softly as your hips begin to move with more fluidity. your already damp underwear now seeping onto his perfectly ironed dress pants, the wrinkles they left behind only adding a deeper intensity to your throbbing cunt.

your whines and gentle moans were like gas to a flame, drawing jungkook in closer as his hands grip your waist tighter, his lips leaning down to catch your neck sweetly. every kiss he left behind was like heaven, easily finding every spot he knew you adored, like he memorized every inch of your skin, and it only spurred you on more.

his kisses became rapid, his tongue darting out to lick a seamless stripe of desire down your collarbone, and easily earning a moan from between your lips. he had you right where he wanted you.

“let me hear you baby, let me hear your pretty little moans.” he coos between kisses, a subtle pink blotch appearing on your shoulder as he coaxes you closer to the edge, your noises only intensifying at his every move.

“m-more.” you mutter breathlessly, your hips increasing in pace as you ride him with every last bone in your body. your entire soul belonged to him, every drop of blood in your veins was his to claim, money aside, he was the only man who could ever make you feel so high without a single toxin in your body.

he hums softly, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you closer, your cunt dragging off his thigh as he lifts your body up, his eyes scanning down to the wet patch on your panties, and the growing stain on his own pants.

“you’re making a mess, sweetheart. what am i gonna do with you?” you whine at his words, your hips bucking up subconsciously, craving any sort of relief your swollen cunt can find.

“p-please.” your eyes were big and red, staring at him desperately as you pleaded for him to show you some sort of mercy, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you felt him slowly lower you back down, stopping to hover you above his leg as you feel his hand slither between your thighs.

“i’ll give you what you want, baby. you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod your head quickly at his question, your body nearly shaking, pleading for forgiveness as you feel his slim fingers pulling your underwear aside. your perfectly soaked cunt on full display for him, and you nearly collapse as you feel his fingers begin to trace your folds.

“tell me darling, is this what you wanted?” his voice, his words alone could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. the way he delicately spread you apart for him, teased you relentlessly, was borderline violent.

“y-yes. p-please.” you mutter, your breath hitching in your throat as you feel his fingers enter you with ease, spreading your walls deliciously as he quickly lands on your most sensitive spot.

“then take it.” he begins to pump in and out of you harshly, every thrust of his fingers hitting a different spot inside you that you didn’t know existed. your head was spinning, your chest pounding, everything about him was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

you could barely hold yourself up, you could barely think straight, all you could think about was the way his fingers perfectly fit inside of you, knew every line and crevice of your untamed body, swallowing you whole like you were the last woman on earth, like he was a man starved of touch.

“shhh that’s it baby, there you go.” his praises ring in your ears on a loop, your grip tightening on his suit as his tie begins to loosen, his once slicked back hair now curly and disheveled.

and then you feel it.

“c-close.” you moan out, your breath nearly stolen from your chest as his fingers begin to move faster, his pace matching the way your hips ride his fingers. your slick dripping down to his knuckles as he curls himself deep inside of you, your heart almost jumping out of your chest with every motion.

his muffled praises go in one ear and out the other, but they’re appreciated nonetheless. your head was reeling, your legs trembling as you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter, and tighter. his grip on your waist bringing you back to reality for a split second.

“cum, angel.”

you feel your entire body tense at his words, the knot within you releasing just as quickly as it arrived. breathless whimpers and ecstasy filled promises dripping from your lips as you feel him slowly bring you back to his lap. everything was fuzzy, the room was spinning, all you could feel were the gentle pats on your hair, and the way his soft touch coaxed you out of euphoria.

“there you are, baby.” he coos as he sees your eyes finally flutter open. your cheeks flushed and forehead sticky as you leaned against him, your breathing still unsteady with desire.

you look up at him, your eyes full of lust and need. he was perfection, pure and utter perfection laid out before you. he was yours for the taking, and you were his.

“wanna make me cum?” he rasps, looking down at you, his dimples evident in his smile as he watches your eyes light up at the opportunity. you were never too tired for him, never too tired to satisfy the man of your dreams.

“anything for you.”

[romancedawn333]

tell me to stop, but i won't. (reader x zoro)

i honestly really lack experience writing fan-fic, let alone for one piece. let me know what i can do to improve, and if you want anything in particular lol. i appreciate all the likes i received on my last post <333

joining the strawhat pirates was unlike anything you have ever experienced in your life. it was exhilarating, exhausting, and every gray line in-between. the crew truly became your family.

at first, it was strange that even after long days the crew still held large, goofy smiles on their faces. you weren't used to that. you grew up in a hostile environment, where everyone was so quick to lash out on each other. so, when you see a badly hurt luffy still beaming his signature smile your heart melts a little. this truly is where you were meant to be. your family.

slowly, over time, you've grown closer and closer to zoro.

it began with quick glances on the sunny. when the crew would eat dinner together, you'd peek over to only see his gaze meet yours. instead of looking away, you'd tilt your head at him. he'd raise his eyebrow and look away. confused, you'd avert your eyes and chose to stare at the food in front of you.

those glances quickly developed into something different. when ussop would tell his far-fetched stories or luffy would say something so stupid with confidence only a true idiot could hold, your eyes would meet. you'd bite the side of your cheek, trying to hold back laughter as zoro studied your expression matching it with annoyance.

and in those moments zoro really saw you through your eyes. they were so resilient, yet held a great amount of softness to them. he studied the way your eyelashes framed your eye, how your eyebrows scrunched together when observing, and the way your eyes shimmered when the smallest beam of light hit them. but nothing beat his favorite moment, when he anticipated your eyes to meet his.

every time your eyes met his, his heart stops beating. his palms felt clammy. suddenly, it became so hard to practice his stoicism. he had to fight his body's initial reaction to smirk at you, and keep his usual calm and emotionless face. to be frank, zoro didn't really understand why he had to fight his body near you.

slowly over time, a bond was created. when zoro would train, you'd often be lounging around near him. typically, you would be laying on the floor, on your stomach, with your legs up while reading a book you had loaned from robin.

the first time zoro caught you in this position he gulped. his eyes hardened, and he had to turn around to regain his position.

at times you would train with zoro, with his persistence. he'd warn, "you might need a sword to save our lives one day, so try." you couldn't really imagine a situation where you would have to use a sword, as you had your own devil fruit powers. but you knew there was no arguing with zoro. with an eye roll, you got up and raised your hand. you kept your eye on zoro as a sword gravitated toward your hand from its leaning position on the wall.

training with zoro proved difficult. his physical strength outweighed yours. however, where your strength ended your wits began. he admired that, instead of accepting failure you always attempted to find a clever solution which often left you just enough to winning.

losing to zoro always meant end up being pinned down by him. you didn't really notice the comprising position which it left you both in at first. rather, you always attempted to wrap one leg around him and use your strength to flip him under. he usually fought this. however, one day he decided to let you pin him under. your legs straddling around his hips.

he glanced up, breathing heavy only to be met with your pouty lips and seductive eyes drawing him in like a siren. his eyes darked. and he quickly pushed you off and walked away before you could have noticed any stiffening of his body.

zoro is usually quick to insult sanji for his unbashful flirting with the women of the crew. however, when it came to you it was different. sanji often times made a little extra for you then he did the others. when visiting new islands, he would try to find recipes to local desserts he know you'd love. zoro would watch silently, keeping his mouth closed. his sharp gaze often spoke louder than any word he could utter.

at the end of one tiring battle, zoro came to you exhausted. he let out a loud breath before sliding down on the wall next to the door to your bedroom. each of his breaths seemed heavy, as if it was exhausting all his energy to breath. you stepped away from the door frame and crouched down in front of him. you couldn't help the bruises left all over his hands and knuckles. you met his eyes, stood up quickly, and turned around to grab the bandages you had in your bedroom.

as you wrapped his arm in the soft white bandage, all zoro could notice was you. the way the soft light of the moon hit your cheekbone. how it created an illuminating light around your head, like a halo. the way your eyes were tense, wrapping his hand as if you were afraid to worsen the pain. he couldn't help but notice instead of shaming him for not going to chopper, you silently rushed to his aid. and in that moment, he truly realized he loved you. he realized he couldn't fight it any longer.

you leaned back. you took in his state, bloody and bruised. instead of warning or yelling at him, you simply leaned against the wall on the opposite side.

"zoro, you have to come with me to the kitchen." you uttered softly.

there was no response from zoro. he just kept his eyes trained on yours. you extended your arm, offering it as aid for him to get up. he accepted it. once he was standing, you took his arm and slung it around your neck to offer stability. you guided him slowly to the kitchen, before allowing him to sit down on one of the chairs.

without forethought, you began preparing an ice pack to treat the bruises on his face.

all zoro could notice was the way the blue silk pajamas hugged every inch of your body. the way it complimented your skin. the way your silky hair hung behind your back, cascading and catching the light. and before he could help himself, he got up and placed a short distance between you and him.

when you turned around, you jumped. you hadn't noticed zoro had moved. yet here he was, towering over you. his gaze was hard, studying your face.

"i shouldn't do this." zoro said licking his lips.

"zoro what are you talking about, sit the fuck down before you hurt yourself some more." you roll your eyes.

and he laughs. not a chuckle. not a smirk. he full on laughs, enough to brighten up his face. and all you could do was admire his face. it was handsome, a type of beauty you could see once and be enthralled in.

"god, tell me to stop- and i will. but don't lie to your body." he brings his face close to yours.

you took a second to process, what the fuck is this man talking about? wasn't he just inju-

before you could finish your thought, his lips collide into yours. and instead of thinking, instead of fighting your body, you let in. you bring your hands up to the back of his neck, placing it there for some stability. he deepens the kiss, enough for you to let out a breathy moan you did not realize your body was fighting.

and for zoro, that was his breaking point. his body couldn't fight it any longer. his mind has etched you as his. he would do anything to mark you as his territory. something primal in him was screaming.

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One of my favorite choices of s7 actually comes from a single sentence.

"I can't be your high mage anymore, but I'll always be your brother"

The decision for Callum to step down from his position as high mage originally made me kind of upset but I realized that it actually makes a lot of sense. And Callum's decision to step down was actually a very mature choice, and not a rash one made in haste like I originally mistook it for. And I think that for both ez and callum's sake, he shouldn't be high mage.

Something that I noticed in episode 2, is that when Callum and ez are talking ez says "I didn't ask for this, I'm just a kid." The part about this sentence that strikes me is that ezran says that he is a kid, he had every right to say "I was just a kid" but he used present tense because he is very much a child, and he still wants to be a child. Before he was king, Callum was just his brother. It's hard for ez and Callum to see each other as brothers when they also have such official titles as children. Soren and Corvus can have loyalty to king Ezran, but Callum should have loyalty to Ez. Ez wants Callum to be his brother.

Callum being high mage causes a lot of problems. When Callum tries to follow Rayla after her fight with Ezran, Ezran tells him to stop and stay at the council meeting. He calls Callum "high mage" and because Callum has such an official position and title he has to listen, he has to stay. If Callum was just his brother then Ezran's commands as king honestly hold less weight and consequence to Callum, and that's how it should be, Ezran should be his baby brother, not king.

Siblings are always in a situation in which they could hurt each other, with their titles they are in even more position to hurt each other. If Ezran is king then he has the power to throw Callum and Rayla in jail and have them followed and tracked. If Callum is high mage then he has the power to stop Ezran and his soldiers with force.

It's also easier for Callum and Ezran to give each other advice as brothers.

I also think that being high mage kind of takes the fun out of magic for Callum. Which is understandable, if writing was my official job instead of my passion I don't know how much I'd enjoy it either. It's clear that Callum doesn't enjoy being in council meetings that much, episode 2 is the second time we see him not paying attention and drawing instead. He also describes his title as 'stuffy' he wants to be mage who does magic, not a high mage.

Callum giving up his title is a good way for both him and Ez to be what they want to be. Mage and child. Brother and brother. I hope that if Callum is high mage again in arc three then it'll be after he's lived some more life with Rayla and he actually wants it

The end

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A Sacred Guardian

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Pairing: (platonic) Tim Bradford x fem!Cybertronian!reader

Summary: Tim and Lucy experience a number of glitches with their new shop. When Tim loses control of the wheel, he and Lucy learn that they've become involved in a fight that is not their own. You save their lives and gain yourself a new position in the process.

Warnings: angst, fight scene, canon-typical stuff, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k+ words

A/N: Here's a list of Transformers anatomy terms (in case my fight scene is confusing)!

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“Good morning,” Wade greets as he enters roll call. “Does anyone know what today is?”

“Another day in paradise,” Smitty answers, drawing chuckles from a few other officers.

“I’m not sure why you’re laughing,” Wade deadpans. “You signed up to do this job and to enjoy it.”

“Right, yeah,” Smitty agrees. “It’s great.”

Wade shakes his head and continues, “Today is the day patrol gets new shops.”

Several officers cheer, and Wade smiles as he moves behind the podium.

“Motor pool has your specific assignments,” Wade says. “The city spent a lot of money, a lot of tax dollars, on these new cars. Wreck one without a very good reason and it’s coming out of pay, and probably your pension.”

“Sir, I thought the budget committee only approved replacing half of the shops,” Nolan interjects.

“That’s correct. Patrol is our priority in this; improve response times, safety records, everything the public likes to see. So, if you’re in this room and going on patrol today, you’re getting a new ride.”

Aaron raises his hand, and Wade says, “It better be about protocol and not the make and model of the cars, Hollywood.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t care about that,” Aaron replies. “I just wanted to know if the speakers are stock.”

“You’re a cop, Thorsen,” Tim snaps. “Not going for a joy ride.”

“Who says patrol has to be boring?” he counters.

“Me,” Tim and Nyla say together.

Aaron lifts his hand in surrender but whispers to Lucy that they should play their shared playlist.

“Absolutely not,” Tim interrupts. “You’re rookies, you have no power.”

“Focus,” Wade says. “Enjoy the new shops but stay alert. You have a job to do; the cars are supposed to make it easier, not be a distraction.”

“Yes, sir,” the officers reply before standing and approaching the garage to find their new shops.

“Peace,” the radio crackles. “Through tyranny.”

“What?” Lucy asks, leaning forward to look through the front seat at Tim.

“I didn’t say anything,” he replies. “Hearing voices, Chen?”

“Ha, ha,” she deadpans, sliding into the brand-new passenger seat. “What do you think?”

“It’s a shop,” Tim says. “It hasn’t been puked in yet. I give it two days.”

“Is the glass ever half full?”

“The glass is going to get broken no matter how much is in it.”

“Wow,” Lucy murmurs.

Tim shifts into drive, and as he and Lucy leave in their new shop, they have no idea that their car is a clichéd bad cop.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Lucy recites. “Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?”

“Yeah,” the handcuffed woman replies. “Silence is… metal. I don’t need it.”

“Is she too drunk to lawfully accept her rights, boot?” Tim asks from the curb.

“Intoxication doesn’t invalidate a Miranda waiver if it’s made knowingly, intelligently, and voluntarily,” she answers. “But her behavior can imply her waiver.”

“So, what’s the move in this situation?”

“She’s voluntarily responding, so her response is valid.”

Tim nods once but raises his hand to stop Lucy from placing the drunk driver in the shop. “Ask if she needs to puke.”

“What?” Lucy questions.

“She pukes in that shop and you’re cleaning it up.”

“Oh, right,” Lucy murmurs.

Tim opens the driver's door while she speaks to the woman about how she’s feeling. The radio lights up briefly, and a static noise reminiscent of someone speaking fills the car's interior before the light dims. Tim watches the radio for a moment, and after Lucy places the woman in the back and slides into the passenger seat, she follows his gaze.

“Want to listen to Make Da Noise?” she asks.

“What? No,” Tim replies, shaking his head. “Just thought I saw something.”

The noise was unintelligible to Tim, but he ensured the radio remained off the rest of the day. He didn’t anticipate being the one to find a problem with a new shop, yet as he leaves after riding in it all day, he hesitates to get in his own truck. There’s something wrong with that car, he thinks as he drives away from the station.

The following morning, Tim convinces himself that the radio coming on was a glitch. Maybe the motor pool guys jostled a wire, or the radio controls were somehow moved. Attempting to ignore the odd occurrences of the day before, he begins his shift with Lucy talking excitedly about her upcoming date.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“About what?” Tim replies.

“My date! Were you even listening?”

“No.”

Lucy sighs, and Tim slows to park against the curb. As he nears the sidewalk, the lights and sirens turn on. Lucy reaches forward to turn them off as Tim opens his door to apologize to the innocent civilians startled by the sudden noise.

“Sorry about that,” he calls. “Just a malfunction with the switch. Chen, turn it off.”

“I’m trying,” Lucy defends as she attempts to flip the switch. “It’s stuck.”

Tim reaches across the wheel and pushes the switch until it finally drops and the sirens silence. He then turns the lights off, sighing as he relaxes his arm.

“I hate this shop,” he mutters.

The driver seat slides forward, and Tim jerks back out of the door and into the road just before it slams into the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay?” Lucy asks, her eyes wide.

“We’re getting a new shop,” Tim says, stepping out of traffic. “Right now.”

“Did you lock the seat after you moved it?”

“Chen,” Tim snaps. “Seats don’t lurch forward while a car is parked. There is something wrong with this shop.”

“That’s a bit dramatic,” she replies lightly. “It’s new. There are bound to be some glitches while we get used to it.”

Tim grumbles under his breath, but she’s right. Not that he’ll say it aloud. He’s a few glitches away from demanding his old shop back. As he slides the seat back into place, Tim decides to ask Nyla if her shop has had any glitches.

“Any plans this weekend?” Angela asks.

“I’m going on a date,” Lucy replies. “Tim’s going to a game.”

“How’s the new shop?” Tim inquires.

Angela shrugs and says, “It’s a car.”

Lucy looks at Tim as she raises her cup to take a drink. Tim hasn’t complained about the car over the last two days, but with only a few more hours left before their scheduled time off, he seems to be thinking about it again.

“Why?” Aaron wonders. “Your car got a little Christine thing goin’ on?”

“Of course not,” Tim replies, shaking his head.

“Wait, you know what Christine is?” Lucy asks.

Tim glances at Lucy with a look she knows means stop talking. He then adds, “Just a few little glitches at first. I’m sure they’ll work themselves out.”

Angela is about to inquire what kind of glitches they’ve experienced, but she’s interrupted by a speeding car swerving in and out of traffic as it passes.

“Let’s go, boot!” Tim demands as he stands.

Lucy says, “Bye!” and follows Tim to the shop. She slides into the passenger seat and buckles her seatbelt as Tim hits the lights and sirens. He catches up to the incredibly conspicuous purple Lamborghini and requests that she run the plate.

“Stolen,” she reads. “From a customization shop in Thousand Oaks.”

Tim speeds up, following the Lamborghini around a corner. He slams on the brakes, stopping mere inches behind the now-parked car. It’s still running, but the driver is escaping down an alley. Tim swings his door open and sprints down the alley, failing to notice Lucy isn’t behind him.

She pulls her door handle, but the door doesn’t budge. Knocking her shoulder against the side of the door frame proves pointless, too. Looking out the windshield, she sees Tim has caught up with the suspect and is attempting to get him on the ground.

“Come on,” she mutters, trying to hold the lock up and open the door simultaneously.

With no other choice, she pushes up into her seat and carefully climbs over the console to exit through Tim’s door. She’s out of breath from fighting with the door, and Tim pulls the cuffed man onto his feet when she reaches them.

“Thanks for the assist, boot!” Tim exclaims. “What was that?”

“The door wouldn’t open,” Lucy defends. She exhales and amends, “I’m sorry, Officer Bradford. I couldn’t get out of the shop quick enough to assist. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that. Get this guy in the back.”

Lucy takes the man’s arm and recites his Miranda rights as she leads him to the shop. The back door opens without problem, and she places the man in the backseat. Rounding the front of the car, she stops.

“What now?” Tim sighs.

“I thought I heard someone talking,” she answers, stepping closer to the hood.

“It’s our perp,” Tim says. “He’s singing. Again.”

Looking up, she sees the man in the car singing. Loudly. But that’s not what she heard. Granted, she doesn’t know what she heard.

Tim walks past Lucy and pulls the passenger side door open effortlessly. “Find a better excuse next time.”

Sliding into her seat, Lucy looks at the dash and thinks, Why do you hate us?

In an abandoned warehouse, a yellow Camaro and a Mustang so red it looks black sit parked together. A small light on their dashboards is the only sign that the cars run. But no one is close enough to worry about them, even think about them. And certainly not near enough to hear them speak to one another.

“You don’t need proof when you have instinct,” Bumblebee quotes.

“We need something, Bee,” you answer over the radio. “I heard Decepticons. I’ve felt them.”

Bumblebee doesn’t reply, listening to every soundwave in the city for a sign that what you’re saying is true. Not because he doesn’t believe you, but because if there’s a Decepticon invasion, he needs to call in reinforcements.

“Nada,” he says.

“Thanks for trying, Bee,” you respond. “I’m going for a drive. Be safe.”

He answers in Cybertronian, and you laugh as you spin your rear tires. With a sharp squeal of your wheels, you lurch forward and drive out of the warehouse and onto the crowded streets of Los Angeles. Earth is much different than your home, and the traffic that keeps you from embracing the open road is your least favourite part of waiting here, amongst the stars.

You pass a car with several children screaming in the backseat, not bothering to slow as you move back over. In your time on this planet, you’ve learned to understand the nuances of humans and the cars they make. One thing that took you a while to notice was the difference between humans being silly and a Decepticon invasion. Now, you can glide in and out of traffic as if you’re on rails without worrying about every person you see or the vehicles they’re in.

Slowing as you approach a yield sign, you hear the same buzzing sound you heard earlier this week. Now, it’s closer, and getting louder.

“There aren’t any calls right now,” Lucy says. “This is weird.”

“It’s a lull,” Tim replies. “When they start again, you’ll miss this.”

“Bradford,” Wade says over the radio. It cuts out before he continues.

“Grey, 7-Adam-100 responding,” Tim replies.

Nothing happens, and Tim passes the radio to Lucy. The light ahead turns yellow, but Tim is too close to the intersection to stop safely. He goes through before the light turns red. Down a side street, a dark Mustang is waiting to turn, and as they pass it, Tim loses control of the shop.

You tune out the Decepticon frequency and try to forget about your worries. Bumblebee checked and didn’t find anything, so you must be picking something else up. A police car approaches, and you prepare to turn behind them once the road clears. Then, time seems to slow as it drives past. You can see through the paint job on the alt form to the true colors beneath.

The motto, “To Punish and Enslave,” is written on the door, and you recognize Barricade even without hearing his Decepticon radio transmission. Accelerating, you turn behind him, your rear tires spinning out before you pull into the lane directly behind him.

Barricade swerves into the oncoming lane to pass another car, and you go into the lane on the right to keep up with him. As you try to get beside him, you see not one but two humans sitting in his front seat. Barricade would never work with the police, or upstanding humans of any occupation, so your assumption that the officers are hostages seems justifiable.

“Autobots,” you radio. “I’m pursing Decepticon Barricade.” You add your current location and request your friends do what they can.

Barricade moves toward you, and you hit the brakes long enough to drift behind him and pull to his other side. You can see the driver desperately attempting to regain control of the car. It’s pointless, so as you pursue Barricade, you hatch a plan to save the humans within.

“Tim!” Lucy yells, clutching her seat as the car slides around a corner.

“I’m trying!” Tim replies, his voice strained as he pulls the steering wheel to the left and steps repeatedly on the brake. “I can’t do anything!”

“Then maybe stop trying!”

Tim glances at Lucy, who looks as scared as he feels. Taking her advice – for once – he lets go of the wheel. It continues spinning as the car stays on the road, fleeing from the Mustang they passed nearly three miles ago.

“What is happening?” Lucy asks, leaning away from the dash.

“It’s the car,” Tim answers, shifting his hips to retrieve his phone. “Those weren’t glitches.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Christine is fiction!”

“Look around, Chen!” Tim snaps.

His phone lights up, but the screen is covered in gray and purple streaks, unusable for calling for help. With the radio out, they have no choice but to find their own way out of this.

“What is the other car doing?” he asks, looking in the rearview.

“Chasing us, I think,” Lucy answers.

“I think- I think they’re trying to help,” Tim adds quietly.

At that, the car speeds up, racing toward a brick wall. Lucy yells, but Tim is transfixed by the Mustang moving behind them. He can’t see a driver, although that’s not the foremost thought in his mind. As they near the end of the road, the Mustang accelerates, pulling to the passenger side of the shop. It rams into the shop, hitting beside the rear wheel to execute a nearly perfect PIT manoeuvre. The Mustang falls back as the shop spins, but Tim’s relief is short-lived.

You slow after knocking Barricade off his course. As he spins, he transforms, pulling his wheels and doors into place as chest plates around his human hostages as he lunges toward you. Transforming, you stay close to the ground and reach for his cadulens. Attempting to be mindful of the scared people inside, you fight Barricade. Swinging your arm, you knock him off balance. Bumblebee speaks to another Autobot through your radio, but you switch to a different frequency.

“10-13,” a dispatcher says. “Officers Bradford and Chen last reported at…”

You can see the officers clinging to the metal around them, and something like relief flashes in their eyes at the sound of the radio before you are pushed to the ground by Barricade.

“Give up, Barricade!” you demand.

He drives a metal shard into your side plating and you grunt before raising your leg and flipping him.

“Die, Autobot!” he replies gruffly.

You rip a metal spike from a nearby fence and drag it across his exposed chassis beneath his chest plate, pinning his right arm to the pavement as you damage his paint and mar the metal beneath.

“For your sake,” he seethes, pushing against you, “I hope that was an accident.”

“Let the humans go,” you demand.

Barricade pushes you up, and you barely catch yourself as he surges toward you again. Clasping your servos together, you twist your entire body, aiming for his helm. He attempts to drive his digits into your optics, but you move faster, and the momentum of your movement knocks him off balance. Barricade crashes to the ground, and you watch his face plate for any sign that he’s faking being down.

You approach Barricade, knocking your heel strut against his skirt plates. He doesn’t react, so you lower onto the asphalt and rip his chest plate apart. The officers jump out without hesitation, panting. The female officer lays her hands on the ground as the male officer looks up at you.

You smile behind your face plate and ask, “Need a ride?”

“I… I don’t know,” the woman replies.

“What’s your name?” the man asks.

You hesitate, then offer, “You can call me Sparks.”

Turning slowly, you show the sparkles in your paint reflect the sun - the origin of your nickname. That, and how quickly you’ve been known to shove a sharp metal instrument into your foes in the heat of battle.

“I’m Tim,” he says. “This is Lucy.”

“Why did you help us?” Lucy inquires, standing.

“That’s Barricade,” you respond, pointing to your unconscious foe. “He’s a Decepticon. They’re from the same place as I am, but they conquered my planet. Their goal is universal domination.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m an Autobot. We’re constantly at war with them. Have been since the Cybertronian war.”

“Okay,” Lucy murmurs slowly. “So, what now?”

“I have a radio. Alert your commander that you’re safe,” you answer. “And then you’re free.”

“Thank you,” Tim says.

You transform back into your alt mode, letting the driver’s door swing open. Tim sits in the seat and uses your radio.

“This is Officer Tim Bradford, badge number 34831,” he says. “Officer Chen and I are safe.”

You offer Lucy a place to rest by opening the passenger door. She hesitates, then sits with her feet firmly on the ground outside.

“We’ll be back at the station in a few minutes,” Tim concludes.

“Should you get a ride for your partner?” you ask.

“I am not his partner,” Lucy corrects. “I’m his rookie.”

“My apologies,” you offer.

Lucy shifts to sit rightly, buckles the seatbelt, and closes the door. Tim closes the driver’s door, too, and you hum. They trust you, and you don’t want to jeopardize that.

“Who’s driving?” Tim asks.

“Up to you,” you reply.

“Okay,” he mutters, shifting into drive.

It’s unusual for you to not be in control. As your pistons fire and the wind rushes along your frame, you begin feeling the damage Barricade did. Tim passes a blue and red semi heading toward the road where you left Barricade, and you flash your headlights. He honks in reply, and you chuckle.

“Friend of yours?” Lucy asks, looking over her shoulder to see the semi.

“Yeah,” you answer. “A very good friend.”

Tim turns left, and your T-cog grinds painfully. He slows, but you don’t say anything.

“So, how do you like earth?” Lucy asks.

“It’s nice,” you say. “Much different than Cybertron.”

“How many robots are in LA?”

“More than I know of. Several of my kind.”

“You’ve been fighting an unseen war,” Lucy muses. “That’s terrifying and awesome.”

“I’ve heard Barricade’s radio communications,” you begin.

“The radio was working, talking,” Tim interjects.

“Yes. He was communicating with the other Decepticons.”

“There’s more?” Lucy exclaims. “In the department?”

“I can’t be sure of that without seeing them.”

“Would you?” Tim inquires. “See if there are more?”

“Of course. I can identify any others, and offer any information you may need about Barricade.”

“How do we file a report for this?” Lucy asks Tim.

“This is the one time in your policing career that I am going to say this,” he prefaces. “We lie.”

Lucy nods in understanding as Tim parks in a visitor’s spot. He closes the door carefully, then runs a finger along a deep scratch in your paint. Black and white paint chips are embedded in a few new dents along your hood, and he surveys them carefully.

“Are you okay?” Tim whispers.

You hum, rattling softly beneath his touch. He nods, pats your side mirror, and walks into the station. Lucy rushes back a moment later and says, “Stay. Please.”

Tim exits the station a few hours later, dressed in civvies and carrying a bag. You’ve spoken to Bumblebee and a few other Autobots about what happened but haven’t heard Barricade’s fate or condition yet. Tim lowers into your passenger seat, carefully setting his bag on the floorboard.

“There’s an auto shop off Wilshire, south of here,” he says. “Can you drive there?”

“Sure,” you reply. “I found no other signs of Decepticons in your garage.”

“Thank you.”

You drive to the auto shop in a comfortable silence. Once there, Tim tells the mechanic – clearly a friend of his by the way they greet one another – that he needs a few touch-ups. Within two hours, your paint job looks brand new, your axles are realigned, and your T-cog has been repaired. He avoided touching your Energon lines or your spark, seeming to understand that the parts you held out of reach were there for a reason.

As you drive out of the garage and thank Tim, your radio alights. Tim notices that the symbol differs from the one he saw in the shop. It’s the same badge you wear on your arm plate when you turn into a giant robot. He shakes his head at how strange this is and how unbelievable it would sound if he hadn’t witnessed it himself.

“The warehouse,” someone says through your radio.

“Of course,” you reply. “Let me drop off-”

“Bring the human.”

“Do you have plans?” you ask Tim.

“Now I do.”

Tim leans toward the wheel as you pull into a dark warehouse. Inside, there’s a yellow Camaro, a shiny motorcycle, and the red and blue semi he and Lucy saw earlier. You open the door, and he exits your alt mode before you transform, towering above him.

Tim’s eyes widen as the other vehicles follow suit, and when the red and blue semi transforms into a standing form that makes you look tiny, he steps back. The large robot lowers to look into Tim’s eyes.

“You are of stout heart,” he says.

“Thank you,” Tim murmurs.

“Sparks,” he says, standing to face you. “It seems you have found a human in need of a guardian.”

You glance at Tim. In the last few hours, you’ve grown to care about him and Lucy. But… “He can take care of himself, Optimus,” you point out.

Tim hesitates before he speaks. He would never admit it to his human friends, even Lucy, but he isn’t opposed to the idea. You saved his life today, and although you’re a sentient robot, and he still isn’t entirely convinced he isn’t dreaming, Tim interjects, “I couldn’t today. You said it yourself, there’s a war going on that we don’t even know about.”

“It’s an unofficial position,” Optimus explains. “She won’t always be there.”

“She seems to have a knack for knowing when to be.”

You smile, and Tim nods in reply.

“If you’ll have me, I’d be glad to be your guardian,” you agree. “It’s a sacred duty, and one I do not take lightly.”

“Any more questions you wanna ask?” Bumblebee quotes.

“Uh, no, sir,” Tim replies. “I’m Tim, by the way.”

“I am Optimus Prime, this is Bumblebee, Arcee, you know Sparks, and Ironhide is around here somewhere,” Optimus introduces.

“You’re going to love him,” you whisper.

“Where’s my backup?!” Tim demands, ducking behind his new shop as a bullet flies past.

“Two minutes out,” dispatch replies.

Tim looks up just as the armed man runs toward him. He pulls his gun up, but the man fires first. Tim drops his head, readying himself to be hit. The bullet collides with something metal before it can reach him. Moving forward, Tim takes cover behind the Good Samaritan who drove between him and a bullet. He fires over the trunk and takes down the armed suspect.

Rounding the Mustang, he glances at the new bullet hole and shakes his head. Another officer pulls in with their lights on, and Tim directs them to take the shooter into custody.

“That’s an inch away from your gas tank,” Tim whispers.

“As long as my Energon isn’t leaking, it’s fine,” you reply softly. “You alright?”

“Thanks to you.”

“Kinda my job.”

Tim pats your trunk, and you pull away. Your right blinker turns on once before you go straight, and Tim shakes his head as he smiles. Lucy never should’ve taught you to wink.