#we must refine

[metamorphmigus]

a cluster of wips. 

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[araneitela]

Seeing Kafka in overtly revealing ("sexy") dresses in fan arts: I just... don't see why? Me over here: The most 'revealing' thing that I can imagine her in, if I envision her without a coat draped over her shoulders, is something like this. Am I just weird; where am I supposed to see this 'overtly revealing' nature of hers that oozes 'sexy'? That woman has class, and in that, I think she's sexy (f I have to use the word). And where do I get that impression from? Her entire default attire screams it at me from the rooftops.

[la-amarga-lizard]

So, I have listened to this song:

about…4 or 5 times on repeat today and I’ve come to the conclusion that it definitely reminds me of Rimmer.

[isekyaaa]

There's this really funny part in this study that has been done about suicide methods between males and females (which is not funny), but basically they go to say how men commit more suicides while women attempt more suicides. Men commit to the bit while women just don't. Hence while men will have more "violent" suicides like a gunshot to the head or hanging while women have more drug overdose and whatnot. But that's not the funny part. The funny part is that they say that women choose not to commit suicide via gunshot to the head due to the possibility of facial disfigurement LOL Like you really think that if someone is that in pain and despair to the point of wanting to die that they'll worry about failing and being ugly for the rest of their life?

I remember someone implying at one point that women don't want to be "ugly" when they die, hence why they choose methods like overdose. Granted, the study I mentioned did say that it's likely women choose these methods because they don't truly want to die. But still. The thought of beauty defining suicide method is so sexist it makes me laugh.

But it does get me wondering why women are less likely to commit to suicide. Why are men less likely to attempt but more likely to commit? I get that on some level people that choose these less... 100% mortality rate methods do want to be noticed and saved, but why? Tbh I don't think it's fear of death that's the factor. Is the suffering of a female less than a male? Or is it more the endurance of an male is less than a female?

I know no one is going to believe me, but I did suffer from very very bad anxiety and depression at one point in my life. It was very bad. Like not the kind of depression kids get nowadays, but the kind I'd cry for hours on end. I'd go days without eating. I could not function outside of going to work and coming home. I wouldn't shower or brush my teeth. I couldn't see myself living a year into the future. I wanted to die so badly. But despite all of that, I never was suicidal. I never ever considered killing myself. I fantasized about dying but I never fantasized about killing myself. I never fell into the habit of self-harm. So suicide ideation and suicidal desires is so weird for me to consider.

[chuluoyi]

✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby’s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

[unmarkedhelicopter]

Whatever’s going on between Akiyama and Yasuko in Yakuza 4 is undeniably coated with a generous layer of sleaze. However, one must imagine me leering at them approvingly and saying “ yes….” like the sicko meme

[beauzos]

getting to a point in SOBR where i don't precisely know how to execute what needs to be done... i generally know what should be done, and where we're going, i just don't entirely know how to get there.

[brazilian-vampyra]

៹ ☆ MUSIC TO FUCK TO ! ꞌꞋ ࣪

(english)

⟡— synopsis: songs that jujutsu characters would listen to while having sex with you.

⟡— characters: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna and toji fushiguro.

⟡— warnings: raw sex (please use condoms), rough sex, breeding kink, dacryphilia, oral, fingering, male dom, praising kink, hair pulling, degradation kink, alcohol use (only mentioned), size kink, fem!reader.

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢 𖹭︐

IT IS COMMON SENSE to agree that this man exudes elegance and luxury, in addition to having refined taste — despite his life as a salaryman.

Kento likes to enjoy quality time where he can relax and rest listening to something peaceful, real music for his discerning ears. So he bought a rustic record player in a vintage store that had opened downtown. With that, he could leave the music boxes and headphones aside, enjoying the various vinyls that were on the shelf in his living room.

He loves jazz and blues.

It was a peaceful Friday night, and his apartment was quiet, with the record player playing. You just had a few glasses of wine and enjoyed some cuddling on the black leather sofa. But every time you took a sip of the expensive wine, the contents seemed to go down your throat and straight to your legs.

It seems that your favorite blonde felt the same way, and it didn't take long for the innocent late-night caresses to evolve into heated, intimate touches.

Now you were in the bedroom. Your back was on the comfortable mattress and your hands gripped the silk sheets as your boyfriend held your legs on his shoulders. He held on tight, moving his hips against you. Your clothes were scattered around the house and you were completely surrendered to the heat, feeling it hit your core perfectly.

Nanami's hoarse moans were mixed with the sensual notes of "Sometimes I'm Right" by Hubert Sumlin.

The blonde held your legs, close to the knees, at the end of your thighs, keeping you still so he could be more precise with his hips. His beautiful eyes seemed to look into your soul, intoxicated by the growing desire that made your heart race. The dim orange light from the bedside lamp shone on his athletic body, giving you a perfect view of those muscles.

━━ B-Babe... please... stop torturing me... — you asked in a plea, for him to move his hips faster.

A hoarse, sarcastic soft laugh left his lips.

━━ Oh kitten, you have to stop being so hasty... — he placed a hot, sensual kiss on your ankle. ━━ You know me, you know I like to taste every little part of you...

This was an absolute truth. For him, it didn't matter if the sex was going to be slow and sensual or rough and fast. The most important thing was to be able to enjoy every last second with you in that intimate moment.

At a certain point he moved his hips a little further and then thrust in quickly, all at once. This time you cried out in pleasure.

━━ Always being a good girl, taking my cock so fucking well...

This blonde was madly in love with you.

[...]

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𖹭︐

WE CAN ALL AGREE that this man is one of the most promiscuous on Earth, right?

The strongest have a very strong sexual aura, and all women — even some men — wondered what it must be like to sleep with Satoru. That was a question you never wondered for long, as he had developed a notable interest in you.

He can make jokes all day long, he can take some situations in a more playful way and all that stuff, but when it comes to sex he is super serious. Although life seems simple for the strongest sorcerer in the world, he gets stressed about a lot of things on a daily basis, and there is no one who can help him relieve all of that as well as you can.

You've already fucked in many places, listening to the most varied artists, but in more intimate moments there is a specific artist that he likes to listen to more than the others: Two Feet.

Maybe it was because of the melodic tone, or the acidic guitar notes, or even his engaging voice, but Gojo loved listening to him.

Now you are in the bathroom, listening to "Love Is a Bitch".

Your back was against the tiled wall, and the ideal temperature hot water ran down your bodies, while your boyfriend held your thighs, getting support so he could thrust his hips slowly. You moaned against each other's parted lips, and he sucked your lower lip shamelessly. The steam from the hot water filled the room, along with your moans and the sounds of this sensual melody.

Although the sex wasn't rough this time, it was slow and deep. He could make your mind go wild by moving his hips like that.

━━ Hell yeah, babe... that feels so fucking good...

He groaned in your ear, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he slid his hands down to your ass and squeezed.

━━ I can't get enough of you- ugh! S-Satoru... please...

Hearing this he bit the sensitive skin on your neck, making you whimper louder. He felt the soft taste of the chamomile soap that he had rubbed over your body with a soft sponge a few minutes ago.

You didn't let this go unpunished and brought a hand to the back of his neck, grabbing the wet white strands, pulling a little, making those piercing blue eyes look into your irises. A mischievous smile was plastered on his lips.

━━ You'll be the death of me someday...

The sorcerer wasn't lying every time he said you were his strongest weakness.

[...]

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 𖹭︐

THIS MAN IS much more reclusive when it comes to his particularities. But you noticed that he was almost always smoking around, while wearing his headphones and having black strands of hair thrown across his face.

Maybe it was hard to tell what he liked to hear, he was so quiet. His voice was soft, he wasn't as "scandalous" as Gojo Satoru, Geto was always a guy who had his own vibe. However, he really liked listening to rock, especially alternative and indie.

You started getting closer when he saw you in the park, it was summer and you were under his favorite tree, reading a book you had gotten from the library and listening to some music on your headphones. He had no problem "sharing" his favorite space with someone else.

There was the beginning of your friendship with that beautiful boy with siren eyes. And it didn't take long for this friendship to evolve into a beautiful relationship — thanks to a little help from Satoru.

It was now a rainy afternoon in the city, not as cold as it seemed. You were lying on his bed, your panties were probably on top of some random pillow and he had his head buried between your legs. Drops of rain wet the window glass and you saw the wind ruffle the leaves of the trees, but you couldn't pay much attention while he was eating you out.

There was something very addictive about your pussy, something that not even he could say what it was, but he was on his knees for it. Literally.

"Knee Socks" by the band Arctic Monkeys was playing.

You were wearing one of Geto's shirts, which had the fabric pulled up, exposing your stomach and breasts. White socks that reached just above your knee covered your legs, which were draped over his shoulders.

━━ Uhmm... this pussy is so fucking delicious, darling — he groaned against your body, while his skillful tongue worked on you.

Suguru's soft lips also moved in sync, making you want to close your legs. You pressed your thighs against his head and you could feel him smile against your sensitive skin. Immediately those big cold ringed hands of his went to the sides of your thighs, squeezing a little and holding them open so he could rub his face there.

━━ S-Suguru! Yes, babe! Yes!

You screamed slyly, taking a hand to his soft, long black hair, squeezing and pulling a little. He really liked that and would never deny it.

━━ Like this?

He asked, in a hushed tone of voice, as you felt him slide two fingers on your wet sex and penetrate, sliding easily, curved slightly upwards to reach a spot that made you scream. He used his mouth again, but this time on your clit as the rhythmic chords of the music played, mixing with your needy moans, his muffled moans and the erotic, wet sounds.

This man is your deepest desire.

[...]

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𖹭︐

THIS HELL OF A MAN is a walking question mark. He really was a big unknown, but unfortunately — or luckily — for him, you loved solving puzzles.

Toji wasn't the most "difficult" person you had ever met, but he was certainly the most reserved. He didn't talk about the past, about life, he didn't express his feelings, he didn't share personal tastes and there was no way he would spit out the secrets he carried behind his frown. But, despite everything, that wall of muscles could talk about some things that wouldn't expose his particularities so much.

For example, you once brought up a topic about musical taste, a very vague and silly subject, but it was the starting point for you to approach him. Yes, it was much more varied and had much more culture than you expected.

It was perfectly eclectic.

He really liked listening to music when he was fucking too. You were in his room, with the neon light on, not too strong and not too weak, illuminating the room and your features in a shade of blue mixed with purple. The soft bed's sheets were a little wet due to the obscene and intimate acts being performed on top.

You were on all fours, your palms and knees serving as support so you were comfortable. It was playing "Hotel" by Montell Fish.

Toji was right behind you, with that beautiful physique exposed and illuminated by the neon light, that made everything more arousing. He thrust his hips roughly against your ass, and this caused the erotic sound of your bodies to echo throughout the room. His big, strong hands were holding your waist tightly; maybe it would leave some marks.

━━ Now that's a pussy... hmm... so fuckin' tight around my cock, am I too big for your poor little hole to handle, my angel?

He practically growled, followed by a rude laugh, in a bitter tone.

━━ I-I can handle! — you replied, in a desperate tone, lowering your head a little.

Immediately Fushiguro took one hand from your waist and reached for your hair, holding it in a sloppy way. This caused you to whimper and look at the huge mirror there.

━━ No, no. Don't look away... keep watching the way I ruin you!

You would be completely destroyed afterwards, but it would be so worth it, just like it was every time before.

[...]

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗢 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗢 𖹭︐

HAVING A SHY BOYFRIEND could be difficult for other people, but it wasn't so much for you. It's okay when you approached him you didn't have much to talk about, since he didn't do "mundane" things like everyone else did.

Curses generally didn't listen to music or watch cartoons and go to parties, as is normal to see human beings doing. He was also very inexperienced in several aspects, because despite having centuries of years, he didn't do much and didn't interact with people in general.

But he had no problem learning from you.

You introduced Choso to music little by little, first you started by showing him what you liked and then you started introducing him to what he might like. This worked out really well, as little by little he began to accept this as something natural and listened to music more frequently.

Kamo discovered that he really likes rock and metal, and is now willing to learn how to play the guitar. Maybe that's a topic for another time, the most important thing is what you were doing at that moment.

The song "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want" was playing, it was originally by The Smiths, but the version that flooded the room was by Deftones. He had put together a playlist full of songs with this theme that walked a fine line between being horny or going into depression.

You were riding him in reverse cowgirl. The elastics that held Choso's hair had come loose a long time ago and now he had his black hair loose, framing his face. He was panting and begging beneath you, his hands on your hips, squeezing your ass a little, watching as you moved it up and down at a slow yet very satisfying pace.

Since he was still a bit inexperienced, he had no problem letting you be in charge most of the time. And you loved having the honor of being on top of that beautiful and arousing man. You could hear the sound of your bodies along with your boyfriend's moans and the whimpers of the Deftones singer, as well as the distorted guitar riffs.

Without any prior warning, you began to move your body faster.

━━ F-Fuck, my love! If you keep this up I'm gonna cum inside of you! — he whimpered as you felt his cock twitch against your walls.

━━ But that's exactly what I want, silly.

You looked back with a wicked smile on your lips, seeing his pale cheeks completely flushed and his strong chest going up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

[...]

˛ 𓏲࣪ 𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗔 𖹭︐

THE GREAT KING OF CURSES was an ambitious man, who desired greatness and power at all times. He did not accept anything that was different from the standard he was used to receiving as a powerful and feared entity.

He was not at all monogamous, he was used to having several women in what would have been a harem. He was insatiable, a ferocious beast who depended on sex as one of his main sources of fuel. However, now Sukuna had to get used to the modern world, whether he wanted to or not.

Curses were no longer respected or feared, as sorcerers were on hand to fight them. By the irony of fate, you ended up crossing paths and since that day there was no concubine to feed his desires, he only wanted you. Despite the countless declarations of love coming from him and all his talk, you weren't easy.

You didn't sleep easily with anyone, even more if this person was him.

But he was a trickster, he wasn't the king of curses for nothing. He approached you with that soft talk and that naughty way until you were finally able to create a bond. But flirting with people in the modern era was a bit tricky for a man who had been away for many, many years.

You introduced music to Sukuna, and over time he became more fond of it. He really liked rock and classical music, they were two different extremes, but who were you to question the taste of the king of curses?

Although when he was fucking you he wouldn't listen to Mozart or anything like that.

You were in his castle, in a room filled with the most diverse and luxurious tapestries. There were extremely comfortable cushions and silk sheets everywhere, as well as treasures, pillars and chests. Sukuna was on top of you, his naked body full of symbols a little sweaty and his gaze devouring you.

Your legs were comfortably crossed around his hips, while those strong hands with purple nails grabbed your wrists and pinned them high above your head, leaving you immobilized. He had a rough pace and really loved every little inch of you, every time.

The song "One Of The Girls" by The Weeknd was playing. That song had a very strong sexual atmosphere, and that made him even more likely to fuck you.

You felt some of his pub hair touching your skin every time he moved back and forth with his hips. He was thrusting deep inside you, making you tear up from so much pleasure you were receiving. That was a the best thing in the world for that sadist who found it adorable to see the salty tears running down your hot cheeks as you begged for relief.

He knew he wasn't hurting you — because if you indicated he would stop instantly. You changed Sukuna a lot, took away from him that kingly immediacy that he possessed, and above all consent was sexy as hell.

━━ Baby... I-I don't know if I can cum any more... — you cried out, because he had already made you cum several times today, you didn’t know if your body could take any more.

━━ Aww, are you so sensitive that you are crying, my princess? — a sadistic smile was on his lips while those red eyes seemed to be darker from the lust flowing through his veins.

━━ Y-Yes...

━━ But you are a very obedient princess, and I know I can make you cum again. You don't need to control yourself and give it to me again. I'm only going to stop when this pussy is squirting all over my cock, understood?

He took one hand off your wrist and brought it to your face, squeezing your cheeks a little and making you nod. With your free hand, you pulled him closer to kiss him intensely, making your tongues touch each other in a bold way.

He had found his other half.

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XOXO, kisses that taste like blood o negative, see you next time little bats 💋

— brazilian-vampyra, 2024.

[actuallynickels]

What has been your favorite part of Lackadaisy? (I must say I ADORE the animation with the visible sketch lines. It gives such a welcoming homemade feel to the show!)

I think my favorite part was getting that dang pencil to finally look right. Idk if most people here know this, but I built from scratch the brush used to line the characters as well as the early pipeline for how the look of the characters would be handled in cleanup.

My goal was to create a line texture for Toon Boom that looked like the Xerox Era of Disney animation. This was where the animators would take their rough pencil drawings and use basically an old school printer to copy and darken those lines so they looked like finalized cleaned lineart. This was done to cut costs so they wouldn't have to draw AND line every single frame because Disney wasn't doing so well financially back then (crazy to imagine now I know), but the end result was a really unique aesthetic!

Obviously we went a touch more clean than these. I just wanted to show some really nice and crunchy examples. Even so, funnily some people thought that was a mistake instead of a throwback to a long gone era of animation haha I don't blame them tho. People are much too used to hyper clean/crisp lines and we wanted to bring that dirt, grime, and TEXTURE back in for a nostalgic vibe. I'm still proud of how these early tests came out and the further refining the rest of the team did to get that final look is incredible.

[dalamjisung]

A muted shade of green ✧ Spencer Reid

genre: fluff, light angst

word count: 6339

pairing: reader x spencer reid

description: Dr. Spencer Reid is simply adorable. And you actually think he might be perfect. Until, that is, he isn't.

a muted shade of green masterlist // next chapter

His apartment is a muted shade of green and you always wonder why is it that he painted it so dark. The book covered walls never fail to impress you, making you smile into the ether that was this place with its shelves and shelves of worldly stories. His taste, you think, is more towards the classics and refined tales that carry significance and importance in the world of literature. Dostoyevski, Austen, Orwell, Doyle. Though here and there, in some corners of the living room or thrown haphazardly in the kitchen counter, you see peeks of contemporary names, the ones you’re sure you sold him a long, long time ago. Murakami, Zadie Smith, George. 

You met Spencer when you first moved into D.C., about a year or so ago, and sometimes, you really think that it was just yesterday when you first saw him with his purple scarf walking inside your store.

“Excuse me.” 

You have too many books in your arms to even see who is talking to you, but you apologise nonetheless; it’s the least you can do for your first customer. “I’ll be with you in a moment, apologies for the mess, we literally just opened.” In your defence, you had been so busy unpacking all the new orders and organising things into shelves that you absolutely forgot to put the plaque with your opening hours by the door. You can hear his shoes clicking and clacking around the place, and a wave of anxiety washes through you. If he leaves with a book– luckily two– you will have made your first sell and that just might remind you that of the reason why you decided to do this in the first place.

Carefully putting the pile of Maggie Nelson’s on the counter, you finally turn to face him, tired smile from ear to ear when you see him holding two books already. “You found something you like?” You gently ask, voice calm and fingers fidgeting while you wait for an answer. “Many things, actually. I’m quite glad to see a wide variety of books here, it’s been hard finding something new to read lately.” 

His voice is pointed and it echoes in the empty store. The clock on the walls says it’s 7:58AM and you suck in a breath; it’s definitely too early for someone to be looking for books, but maybe he wants entertainment for his commute, maybe he needs a distraction for the way, or maybe he is odd like that. 

It must be cold outside. The man is wearing a purple scarf  inside what looks like a wool coat, and somehow, he fits in there, in your store. He looks like the kind of person who would be buying books as early as 8 in the morning and you’re not sure if that is adorable or unhinged. 

“Just these, thank you,” The loud thump of the pile of books he deposits by the cashier makes you gasp. “You have a great selection here, I was lucky you open early!” The twinkle in his eyes is what keeps you from telling him that that, in fact, was a big mistake. In the middle of rushing to get the keys from the landlord in time, get the deliveries, get everything sorted and organised, you had completely forgotten to put out the hours for the shop. 

“I am glad you found us here! Do you live nearby?” At this point, you’re just trying to make conversation as you bagged his items, smiling at the titles and happy to see your favourite book in the midst. “I live just across the street, actually,” He said, giving you his card. “You’ll see me a lot, I’m afraid.”

“And what should I call my most loyal customer, then?” One look down at his card and you would know, but you wanted him to tell you himself. 

“Spencer Reid.”

There is not really a sound reason as to why you walk so freely into his apartment. The first time he asked you to do this, he was going on a case and needed someone to water his plants. As it turn out, your store is quite literally across the street from his building and you don’t really mind the mindless task, so you tell him to not worry, you’ll take care of it. It had been a few months since you two met, five or so, and despite taking you some time to truly understand, you got used to the fact that Spencer created a routine for both of you, knocking on your shop’s door every Monday at precisely 8 in the morning. With time, you stopped questioning him even when you had many, many questions– was he even reading all these books? If yes, how?! Every visit, he left with three books or more, and unless he pulled all nighters every night, those were simply sitting on his desk. 

Instead, you start putting a few titles aside whenever you spot them. You start it with ‘A Gentleman From Peru’ by André Aciman, short and sweet. Next week it was ‘A Little Paris Bookshop’ by Nina George. Then ‘Cultish’ by Amanda Montell. And just like this, you two form your own little book club, his visits extending beyond their usual thirty minutes into the better part of the hour to talk about the plot, the characters, the arcs. You know there is quite a lot you don’t know about Spencer, of course there is, but you learn more and more with every little debate you two have. You learn about his morals through the character he likes, and his dreams through the plots he enjoy. You learn about his photographic memory that allows him to quote his favourite sections to you, and you learn that he is a very logical man through his hatred for the inaccuracy of investigative books. You learn and you learn and you learn and you find out that you like learning about Spencer. More than you like learning about anyone else, that is, and now, every time he walks in, you can’t help but get excited, smiling as you only imagine what you would learn that day. 

Sometimes, you did notice the absence of your favourite customer. He would disappear for weeks on end and then act like nothing happened, and you get it; he doesn’t owe you anything, you’re just the lady that sells him books, but you feel like there is something that is starting to bloom when, every time he comes back, he brings you a book. “I thought you’d like it,” Is all he says before leaving with his bag of new reads. For a moment, it’s like an exchange, but Spencer never demands anything of you; never asks for anything more than new books and recommendations. 

It’s quite rewarding finding the books you sold him scattered through the apartment. There are a couple in the kitchen, open split on the counter and you smile fondly at the clumsy way he marks his books. There is no folded page, no book marker, no random picture; just his book, cover facing up, open and splitting the spine in half enough to crease. You shake your head, smiling like he’s done this just to rile you up.

“Oh my god, don’t!”

You don’t mean to shout but it’s too late. His eyes widen in shock and he immediately freezes, mouth stuck in a little ‘o’ shape that makes you blush. “What did I do?” 

The wince in your expression is as visible as the light of day when you speak. Your hands hover in the air, unsure of what to do now, but still trying to do something. “The book, Spencer,” The words come out like a whine, and if you start stomping your feet you might as well look like a child. “The spine. The book. The– oh my god, the noise!”

The way he laughs at you is contagious, and you start laughing with him, face hidden behind your hands in embarrassment. Owning a bookshop doesn’t come for free. Your particularities when it comes to your literary treasures are enough to scare any sane person away. “You know, there are worse sounds than a book’s spine breaking,” He mused, closing the book before walking to your counter. His nimble fingers drum a soft rhythm as he waits for you to go around and charge him for the book. It’s a symphony, almost; so loud in your quiet store that, for a second, your heart is tuning in, thumping as his fingers do, beating to the song he creates. 

“You don’t have to buy it,” It’s a little ridiculous how airy your voice sounds then. Aren’t you a little too old to have a crush? “It’s okay if–“ But he doesn’t even let you finish, rattling off some facts about the writer. Most of the time, actually, he is rattling off some fact about something, and some you know, some you don’t, but you never interrupt him. You like hearing him talk. 

You miss hearing him talk. Whenever Spencer leaves, you miss him. You miss the knock on your shop’s door at 8AM. You miss the shy little chuckles. You miss the purple– the constant, always there purple. A wave of sadness hits you then, looking around the apartment with a longing expression. 

The first time he calls you over, it’s not really an invitation. A week before it happens, he doesn’t show up for your Tuesday unboxing and you have to carry all the new orders inside by yourself. It takes double the time and despite the effort it takes you, it’s the absence of his coy chuckles and snarky commentary that leaves you breathless. When you open the boxes, checking inventory to make sure there had been no issues with your order, you find the book Spencer asked you to get him. It’s one of those special books, so old and unique that you could only get your hands on it because you had contacts in the space. “Huh,” You frown at that– it isn’t like Spencer to forget something. Hell, it isn’t like Spencer to forget anything. Before you can cower away from doing it, you send him a text. You have his number saved in the system, and this feels wrong, it really does. Using his personal information that he gave to you as a client felt wrong. But for a second, it makes you stop biting your nails in anxiety. 

Your book is here. 

It’s Y/N, by the way. 

He doesn’t answer right away and you wallow in your regret for as long as you can. Your shoulders hunch forward as you line up the new arrivals in the shelves. Your frown sits on your forehead all day while you help other passing customers. Your hands brush against the book, all ready and wrapped up and sitting on top of the counter. You hate waiting; you hate waiting for someone or for something to happen as if you’re praying for a miracle. Literature has taught you many lessons in life. It has shown you countless of love stories that could’ve been resolved with a simple conversation. It has told you about people that waited and waited and waited until time passed them away. It has taught you that waiting is simply delaying the inevitable. 

But what literature has not taught you is that, sometimes, waiting truly is all you can do. 

That day, you don’t get a message back. 

You get a call instead. 

“Y/N?” The familiar voice on the other side speaks before you can and your shoulders tense up. Something is wrong. He sounds hoarser than usual, airier, too. 

“Spencer,” You say back, clearing your throat of any remnants or indicators of how nervous you are. “Spencer, are you okay? You sound rough.”

Even his laugh sounds weak and a zap of worry rushes through you. “I’m fine,” He mumbles, and you know he’s saying it out of politeness. “I just got sick. I think I have a cold, it’s nothing much, really.”

The relief that washed over you in crashing waves is almost embarrassing. Even though he is not there to witness it, your face still flushes in a dramatic red. “Oh. I see. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you–“

“It’s not a bother,” The way his voice interrupts you, so strong and concise, makes you chuckle. “You’re not a bother. I uh, I’m glad to hear my book arrived.”

For a moment, you both stay quiet. You, on your end of the line, are nodding like he can see you. Except he can’t. Except he is waiting, probably, for you to say something. Do something. “I can bring it to you. If you want.”

This time, there is no pause. “Yes. I mean, yes, please. I– I don’t have anything new to read and–” Spencer pauses to cough and you start moving immediately. There is no one in the store and you quickly change the sign to ‘closed’, grabbing his book and your bag before locking the door behind you. There is a pharmacy at the end of the block and you keep your cellphone balanced between your shoulder and ear while your hands make sure you have your wallet with you. “Sorry.”

“No problem at all,” You cross the street in such a hurry that you don’t notice the traffic, getting a symphony of horns calling you out as you run to the other side of the street. “Shit…”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You tease, laughing a little and entering the pharmacy with purpose. “So just a cold, right?”

“Y/N, where are you?”

“Out,” There is no need to be vague, but you don’t want to give him a chance to protest. “I should be at yours in fifteen minutes with the book.”

“Just the book?” He asks in such a suspicious tone that you can’t hold back a laugher. 

“What else?” Thank god for automatic cashiers speeding up this entire process. You are in an out in less than five minutes and before he can even answer, you are almost at his door. Admittedly, you are speed walking, almost running, in a futile attempt to get there sooner. “Which apartment do I buzz?”

“Apartment 23.” And that is the end of the call. 

By the time you make it to his floor, panting just as you hike the last step upwards, he is already waiting for you, and you can’t say you’re terribly bothered to have a man like Spencer Reid waiting for you by the door. “Spencer,” You still admonish, a small smile playing on your lips. “You shouldn’t be out and about like this.” 

“Then who would let you in?” The mischief in his expression, much like that of a child making an innocent joke, makes you giggle, nodding in agreement. “Do you want to come inside? I promise everything is clean, I’m not a slob or anything.”

“Yeah, let me come in so I can give you your stuff.” 

“I knew it wasn’t just the book,” The coughing fit that followed has you rushing your hands, pulling things out of your bag in a desperate attempt to get him the medicine you bought. This had always been your curse, the flustering anxiety of wanting to help but being unable to take your time. Shaky hands push the book towards him, with the medication and some old receipts stuck to it. 

“Oh shit, sorry!” You squeak, grabbing the receipts and shoving it back in your bag. One of these days, you’d have to close the store early to clean this thing. “But uh, yeah, I got you some cold medicine and your book. I’m sure you know this with your big brain and all, but you need to take this before bed, cause it makes you drowsy, and this other one in the morning since it has caffeine! And you should be good in no time… hopefully!”

In life, a pause is not always a bad thing. It’s a time to think. A time to appreciate, to enjoy. It’s a time to be. A pause, however, from the man whose brain worked a thousand miles an hour, doesn’t feel like something to be thankful for. “Is… Do you not like that brand? I didn’t want to get the generic thing, I don’t know why, I–“

“Thank you.”

At first, you barely hear it. For someone whose voice is so rough and hoarse, you’re surprised he can still sound so smooth and airy. Your reaction is obvious; he can see the blush in your cheeks and the way you bite back a smile. “Y/N, thank you, I really appreciate it,” He says it again and now you think he just wants to get a rise of you. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” You shrug, faking humbleness while you keen at his praise. “I wanted to.”

“I know.” 

There is a dance that happens after that, one that you find yourself enjoying quite a bit. Spencer is more present than ever, and you’re getting used to having him around. It’s like you two broke the glass wall the kept you at a safe distance, and now is when you two discover each other a bit better. Like how you find out that, when Spencer’s hand lays on the cashier counter, just an inch or less away from yours, you feel the heath that it emanates. Like how your fingers curl and your palms itch at the sight of his shaggy curls falling on top of his beautiful eyes. Like how his laughter is deep when it’s true and dry when it’s forced. Like how he can read 20,000 words per minute, but he chooses to read 183 instead just so he can read you passages out loud.

You are not sure what he has learned about you, or if he even cares to learn something about you, but the thought still makes you smile. “What’s gotten you so smiley so early in the morning?” 

Ah, yes; another thing you’ve learned about Spencer Reid– he is as quiet as mouse when he wants, and as loud as an elephant when he doesn’t. “My god!” You jump, hand immediately going to your heart to try and keep it from beating our of your chest from the shock. “Spence! You scared me!”

“I’m so sorry,” He laughs, raising his hands in the air, shaking the two cups of coffee he is holding. “I come in peace.”

“And with bribery, I like your style.” 

His style doesn’t change, still haven’t. For ages, you think he buys you coffee at the nearby cafe. You don’t really know the name of the place, some cliche Cafe something something, but the one time you’ve been in there the coffee was terrible and the music too loud. It’s hard picturing your shy, smiley book-lover in there, trying to order something without raising his voice. It’s only when you see the go-to paper cups on his counter, on the fourth or fifth time you come around, that you realise Spencer has never gone to that cafe to begin with. 

The cups are still there. You make a point in spotting them every time you come over– next to the microwave, close to the paper towels. The reminder that this man has, in fact, been making you coffee most mornings validates the fluttery feeling you have whenever you think of it. It makes it somewhat logical. “I must be spending too much time with him,” You mumble to yourself, pushing your sleeves up and getting to work. You are there for a reason, and if those wilting plants die on you, you fear that you might just never be invited back. “Why does he even have plants?” 

You don’t know much about Spencer’s job. He hasn’t told you anything about it except that he travels a lot for it, but you can imagine it is something of importance– a man like Spencer was someone of importance, after all. In your mind, you can imagine him walking into an office down by the Financial District, working with big corporations as an advisor. Yes, you can absolutely see him as some sort of advisor or consultant, but something about him working in finances doesn’t sit right with you– he is yet to talk to you about crypto investments and how to better implement a payment system into the store. Shaking your head, you switch it up. Financial services, aren’t quite right, but maybe an editor, working in a publishing house. With the way he devours books and how well-rounded his personal library was, you could see him as a Publishing Director instead, reading manuscript after manuscript. 

The thought of him reading brings a smile to your face. In his living room, there is an armchair that sits next to the large window on the west wall of his apartment– he says he likes how the sunset hits and makes the pages look warm and golden, turning words into a burning fire of knowledge– and you can practically see him there, blanket over his legs, books and books pilled next to it. It’s your own little secret, how every time you come over, you grab a book, any book, and you sit there for thirty minutes, forty, fifty, an hour; until the sun has completely set and you have to get up to turn the lights on. 

Today, when you sit down, when you bring your knees up, when you drape the blanket over you, something feels incredibly right and incredibly wrong. On the pile of books next to you, right at the top, lays a copy of Gulliver’s Travels. If you remember correctly, which you usually do, last time you sat down at that spot you managed to read up to chapter five before the sun was gone. When you grab the book and you see the bookmark you gave Spencer the second time he visited the store, and you frown– usually, he’d pick up from where you left off. “How long has it been since you last came home, Spencer?” You muttered out loud, grabbing the book regardless. Because even when it breaks your heart to know something has been keeping him away from his precious nook, it fuels your heart to know he leaves your book where you can easily pick it up. To know he doesn’t mind you sitting on his armchair, to know he doesn’t mind you reading his books, to know he doesn’t mind you settling, somehow, in his house. 

A knock on his door, however, breaks you away from your precious moment of rest and relaxation. For a moment, you can’t move, frozen in place light a kid that has been caught doing something wrong. It’s only when they knock again that you move, shuffling to the door to look through the peephole. “Who is it?” You ask, voice weak and shaky. 

“I have a delivery for Spencer Reid.”

How silly you feel in that moment, hand over your heart as you take a deep breath in relief. Unlocking the door, you smile to the USPS guy. “Sorry, he isn’t home right now. I can take it for him.” All you have to do is sign it and close the door, but once you put the package on the counter and your eyes catch sight of a note scribbled on top of the box, all those butterflies inside of you slow down. And find perch. And for a second, make you miss them just like you miss him. 

The first time you think Spencer might have a girlfriend is when he comes into the store with a certain look in his face. He is practically glowing and his eyes don’t leave his phone for a second. “What has you smiling like that?” You two are close enough to ask these kind of things now, making jokes about each other as if you have been friends for ages. “Or uh, who?” Even though you started the conversation, you want to end it now. There is a sour aftertaste in your mouth when you suggest another person to be cause of his happiness, and you know, right there and then, that that is just your jealousy speaking. At this point, you’ve been harbouring a crush on Spencer for the almost two months and there’s only so much a girl can take before exploding. 

“Oh, it’s just a friend.” Somehow, this answer doesn’t settle you as much as you hoped it would. 

The second time is when he brings a woman around. She is blonde, and loud, and colourful, and you eye her carefully. They are matching costumes, and for a second, without even saying, you already feel left out. It’s stupid, being this green over someone so pink. If Spencer was purple, and if you are green, than that woman was pink– she is happy and light and exciting. Next to her, you… well, you are as muted as his green walls. “Y/N!” He calls for you with such a big smile and you just don’t have it in you to pretend to be busy anymore. 

“Hey Spencer,” It comes out quiet and a bit distant, but he doesn’t seem to notice, not with the way he is going back and forth on the ball of his heels. “And hello, ma’am. Welcome, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the owner. Please let me know if you need any help.”

That day, you two barely talk, but that’s okay, because Penelope, as she introduced herself to you after you help her find a specific book on coding, speaks for both of you. She says that it’s lovely to finally meet you, and mentions how much she has heard about you, and you think this is a very cruel thing to do to your poor, squeezing heart. But you push through. You pretend you’re tired, you apologise for the distance, and you lie about a cough. It’s better if they stay away, you say, but Spencer doesn’t buy it. Instead, he buys Penelope her book and leaves with promises of coming back the next day with your usual coffee. 

After that, you don’t see Spencer for two weeks.

It’s a bittersweet feeling when you get the text that he is back. After almost a week and a half without seeing him, you miss Spencer. He created a space for himself in your life and in your store, and when he is gone, it’s just not the same. But just like how he did, you created a space for yourself in his apartment. Suddenly, the muted green walls aren’t claustrophobic or smothering, but comforting. They are safe. Familiar. They are Spencer. And just like you said, you miss Spencer.

“Y/N!” 

You should be happier to hear his voice, but it’s not the same. The fluttering in your stomach is still there, like a slow buzz trying to come alive, but it’s not the same. Not when the note on the box, flashing like neon signs behind your close lids, has been tormenting you and your poor heart ever since you made the mistake of opening the door. “Y/N? Are you here? The door says open…” At one point or another, you have to come out of hiding and face him. Delaying the moment, though, is the best defence plan you’re able to come up with– if you look into Spencer’s eyes, if you see that pretty smile he has every time he comes back from a work trip… you’re fucked. 

“Y/N, I need you to tell me if you’re here!” It’s not the same. 

His voice. It’s not the same.

Usually mellow and undulating, Spencer sounds stiff, like he’s holding something back. Something new. Something… heavy. There is an edge to him right now, so sharp and cutting that it has you stepping out from behind the Science shelf in pure curiosity. And just like people say, curiosity killed the cat. In this case, however, it almost kills you. 

When you turn the corner to find him by the door, the first thing you see is a man. He is tall and handsome and oddly serious. The way his brows are pulled together make you falter, steps slowing down and mouth opening to ask if he needs help.

That’s when you see it. 

More like you catch a quick glimpse of it, the shinning spark of metal to your side, and you do a double take. You have to do a double take. It’s like your brain doesn’t believe what you’re seeing, and you move your head so fast you feel your neck tensing up in that way that makes your eyes water. “WHAT THE FU– OH MY GOD!” There is no way to throw yourself against a wall graciously, arms over your head and fear written all over face. You land in an awkward angle and your shoulder takes the brunt of the shock, making you gasp in pain while your legs give our under you. 

Of all the ways you’ve imagined Spencer, him holding a gun up to your head was never one of them. “Y/N!”

“Oh my god!” You think you might pass out– you’re breathing too fast and your chest is squeezing, squeezing, squeezing to the point of physical pain. There is a ringing in your ears, muffling the entire conversation between Spencer and the other man and even though you try, you can’t look up; you’re frozen in a state of distress. For the first time since you met him, you’re scared of Spencer Reid. “I– I– Oh my god, I c-can’t– I can’t b-breathe, I can’t–“

“Y/N, look at me! Look at me, you’re okay, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” The moment his hand touches your shoulder, you’re shrinking away. 

“Who are you?!” You manage to gasp enough air into your lungs to scream at him. One shake hand moves to the back of your neck, pressing down on the sore nape as you finally move to look at him, crying and all. “Spencer, who are you? Who is he? What is happening? Why do you have a gun in my bookshop, why–“

“Ma’am, I need you to take deep breaths,” The other man quickly holsters his gun and you actually think you might be going insane when flashes you a badge. “I’m SSA Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer. We are with the FBI.”

Federal Bureau of Investigation. Spencer is a fed. And he never told you. 

“The FBI…?” You whisper, eyes going wide and breath hiccuped in your throat. “S-Spencer, you work for the FBI?” Nothing about this makes sense to you. The gun, forgotten in his left hand and now pointing down and away from you, is all you can look at. The gun that looked heavy and cold. The gun that those hands hold– the same hands you’ve wished and, admittedly, dreamed of holding yours instead. The gun, the gun, the gun.

The gun. You’ve never seen a gun before, not this close. In museums, of course, and in movies and shows, but never in real life. You don’t have interest in it either, having voted, without fail, for anti-gun laws and representatives. Anything and everything about this, about seeing him with that deadly weapon, feels wrong, and you really think you might be sick soon.

“Kid, put it away, you’re freaking her out.” 

Then is when you catch sight of the Spencer you know. It’s the clumsy actions, looking almost freaked out himself– his hands fumble with the holster and it takes him a couple of tries to fit the gun properly. That’s when you know for sure– you are going to be sick. “Trash,” You mumble, trying to get up but falling again and again. “Trash, pass me the–“ But there is no time and you throw up right there and then, between the cashier and the nonfiction section. 

“What just happened?” 

“Morgan, get her some water– there, over the counter,” The rapid successions of words make you feel a bit better, a cadence of tone and rhythm that has your hands finally stabilising. “Y/N, you’re in shock. Adrenaline kicked in and left, and you pressured crashed, which is what made you nauseous. You need water, and to come sit by the counter.”

It’s funny, how in any other circumstance, you’d be ashamed and embarrassed to have gotten ill in front of him. As far as you know, Spencer is a germaphobe and this surely counts as germs. But as he grabs your hands, gentler than you’ve ever seen him grab any book in your store, and brings you to your chair behind the counter, you wonder if he forgot or simply doesn’t care. Both options don’t make sense. “Spence, what is going on?” Your voice comes out winey and rough, and there is no way to hold back the pained wince when you feel the sting spreading through your throat. Sip by sip, you try your best to drink the water and soothe yourself, but nothing seems to help. 

Nothing until you hear him next to you, small and quiet and, dare you say, meek. “I’m sorry.”

As much as you’d like to tell him he has nothing to be sorry for, he does. “I see…”

“It was just… it was new, having someone not know I’m FBI,” His thumbs play with each other and you’ve known him long enough to recognise that Spencer is nervous. “And we started getting closer and I just didn’t find an opportunity to tell you.”

“There were plenty,” You clarify, feeling a bit of a bitch for the bite in your voice making him gulp. “But it’s okay. I’m not… I’m not anything of yours, I guess, so it’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Don’t say that. You’re my friend.” That hurt.

“Do you point a gun at all your friends or am I just special, Spence?” It is supposed to be a joke, but the memory makes your bottom lip start wobbling again and you feel stupid. You feel so, so incredibly stupid right now that you can’t even begin to explain why. “Sorry, I’m just– I’m not okay.”

“I know, and we’re sorry,” There is such raw honesty in his words and he manages to make you smile a little. Your hand is still shaking, but you stretch it out towards him regardless. It’s a conscious decision to hold onto his wrist, covered by his jacket, than to reach out for his palm, and from the way he looks at you, you know he recognises the effort. “But you need to come with us.”

“Why?” You cry out, a single tear coming out of the corner of your eye. At this point, the shock is going away and you’re more overwhelmed than anything else. You’re scared and confused and overwhelmed and it’s his pulse, beating again and again, that brings you back to Earth. “Why do I need to go with you? What is going on?”

“Y/N, when you were housesitting for me, you received a package, right?”

In the midst of everything, the memory of that day, that box, that note, all fade. Frowning, you shrugged. “The delivery man knocked and said he had a package for you… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I–“

“No, no, no, you didn’t, you didn’t. Please.”

“Ma’am, when you signed for the package, did you use your name?” The man, Morgan, ask, and all you do is nod. Of course you signed with your name. “Kid, we need to take her to the office now.”

“I am not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on!”

Finally, some energy in you. Some strength. Your voice echoes in the empty shop, and the chair tips back when you stand up on stiff legs. Looking at Spencer is hard, when you feel the burning of your rage inside, but you still do; you still meet those pretty brown eyes, you still stare him down until you practically force the answers off of him. “The package… did you see who it was from?” 

“Spencer, are you insinuating you’ve pointed a gun at me because I read a message your girlfriend wrote on the package she sent you?! Because I didn’t mean to– I didn’t! It just… It was there, right at the top and I–“

“She is not my girlfriend,” He immediately cut you off, hands waving in front of him in a visual demonstration of desperate denial. “Not at all! I don’t have a girlfriend! I was–“

“We can deal with this later,” Morgan is quick to interrupt, sighing as he looked at you. “Y/N, we re really sorry to disrupt you like this, but this is for your own protection. Please lock the store and let’s go.”

It takes time for you to gather everything you need. You are not a disorganised person by any means, but suddenly, you can’t remember where you put what. Your bag is thrown under the cashier, and your keys are, for some reason, in the Fiction shelf. Your glasses are in your head the entire time, and Morgan has to point that out to you. The more you look, the more flustered you get, yet somehow, you make it to the car. Morgan is driving and Spencer is on the passenger seat, and the way they keep talking to each other using words that make no sense to you make you want to scream. “Spencer.”

The heaviness of his name, said with such emotion,, lingered in the air. His eyes meet yours through the rearview mirror, and he nods. “Yeah?"

“Spencer,” You whisper again, eyes wide in shock as reality starts to dawn. “Spencer, if she’s not your girlfriend, then who the fuck is Cat Adams?”

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AAAAAhhhhh I'm trying something new >.< I've been a massive criminal minds fan for a long, long time and Dr. Spencer Reid has my heart <3

Please let me know what you think, this is my first Spencer fic and I'd love if it got to turn into a series!

[haggishlyhagging]

In 1847 the stereotypes for male and female writers were very rigid. Critics expected from a male writer strength, passion, and intellect, and from a woman writer they expected tact, refinement, and piety. They depended on these stereotypes so much, in fact, that they really didn't know how to proceed, what to say, or what to look for in a book if they were unsure of the author's sex.

So Jane Eyre created a tremendous sensation, and it was a problem for the Brontës. The name Currer Bell could be that of either a man or a woman and the narrator of Jane Eyre is Jane herself. The book is told as an autobiography. These things suggested that the author might have been a woman. On the other hand, the novel was considered to be excellent, strong, intelligent and, most of all, passionate. And therefore, the critics reasoned, it could not be written by a woman, and if it turned out that it was written by a woman, she had to be unnatural and perverted.

The reason for this is that the Victorians believed that decent women had no sexual feelings whatsoever—that they had sexual anesthesia. Therefore, when Jane says about Rochester that his touch "made her veins run fire, and her heart beat faster than she could count its throbs," the critics assumed this was a man writing about his sexual fantasies. If a woman was the author, then presumably she was writing from her own experience, and that was disgusting. In this case we can clearly see how women were not permitted the authority of their own experience if it happened to contradict the cultural stereotype.

But even more shocking than this to the Victorians was Jane's reply to Rochester, a very famous passage in the novel. He has told her he is going to marry another woman, an heiress, but that she can stay on as a servant. Jane answers him thus:

"I tell you I must go," I retorted, roused to something like passion. "Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton, a machine without feeling and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I'm soulless and heartless? You think wrong. I have as much soul as you and full as much heart. And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should've made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionality, nor even of mortal flesh. It is my spirit that addresses your spirit, just as if both had passed through the grave and we stood at God's feet equal—as we are."

This splendid assertion violated not only the standards of sexual submission, which were believed to be women's duty and their punishment for Eve's crime, but it also went against standards of class submission, and obviously against religion. And this sort of rebellion was not feminine at all.

The reviews of Jane Eyre in 1847 and 1848 show how confused the critics were. Some of them said Currer Bell was a man. Some of them, including Thackeray, said a woman. One man, an American critic named Edgar Percy Whipple, said the Bells were a team, that Currer Bell was a woman who did the dainty parts of the book and brother Acton the rough parts. All kinds of circumstantial evidence were adduced to solve this problem, such as the details of housekeeping. Harriet Martineau said the book had to be the work of a woman or an upholsterer. And Lady Eastlake, who was a reviewer for one of the most prestigious journals, said it couldn't be a woman because no woman would dress her heroines in such outlandish clothes.

Eventually Charlotte Brontë revealed her identity, and then these attacks which had been general became personal. People introduced her as the author of a naughty book; they gossiped that she was Thackeray's mistress. They speculated on the causes of what they called "her alien and sour perspective on women." She felt during her entire short life that she was judged always on the basis of what was becoming in femininity and not as an artist.

-Elaine Showalter, ‘Women Writers and the Female Experience’ in Radical Feminism, Koedt et al (eds.)

[accumulastation]

I am thinking today about the meaning of suffering, and the diverse trials humans experience.

What is the point

[reshinless]

──── point one, caught off guard.

ᯓ★ ── . summary. when you get pulled in this whole situation, maybe it's for the best, don't you think captain?

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ director's note.. hello disciples >< will be answering asks soon, just feels like im spamming the HELL outta kinich works so LOL

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ pairings. capitano x fem!reader

ᯓ★ ── . warnings. nsfw, lowkey hate fucking, cunnilingus, fem terms used, fem nicknames used, reader is a well-known traveler (plus is strong!), SPOILER FOR NATLAN ARCHON QUEST !!! reader strong but capitano stronger:^, reader takes commissions, low-key vision play (I'LL EXPLAIN!!), mirror sex, pwp, slight dacryphilia (shown for a literal splice of the fic)

wc: 2k ★ rated 18+

you never expected to land yourself into a situation like this . . you were a reputable hero, with a reputation that spoke for itself!

you originally hated the fatui, you planned to never ever give any of 'em mercy when you came across them. the rumors of their deeds- all of them unforgivable. the many innocents witnessed dead at the scene. stolen goods. everything you could think of.

" damn harbingers! are they trying to target us specifically?! " one of your past commissioners exclaimed. " it's as if all are damn supply is all gone! " he screams, banging a beer bottle onto the table.

you swiftly dodge the sudden shard of glass coming your way. sighing softly- " maybe . . I can try and find them myself. " a tilt from your head is apparent, he glosses his eyes over you and laughs.

" you think you could take them, really? " his hand lifts up to wipe a tear of the edge of his eyes. " . . yes. because I can."

" alright sweetheart, I get how you're pretty good at what you do . . but you can't be that sure you'll beat the number one harbinger, can you?"

" hell yeah I can! " you stood up, as he offered an impossible amount of resources, going even as far as to offer up one of his business to you—in doubt that you'd beat capitano himself.

as you followed throughout the distant trail of elemental traces throughout natlan, trying to find the abysmal saurian that had been causing your most recent commissioner much trouble before suddenly hearing voices, and getting sucked into a different environment.

your head ached, as you opened your eyes—the night kingdom?! remnants of livid souls whispered and wailed. quickly analyzing your surroundings, it was almost as if no one else was there before a voice materialized behind you. "so you . . are the rumored hero. aren't you? quite beautiful I must say."

your features were unseen to him in all his years of exploring the past of the lands all over the home you all call teyvat (or at least for the year being)

"you must be . . a harbinger, right? those badges on your uniform aren't just given to anyone." your eyes scan him briefly before a scoff leaves your lips. "a smart princess. yes, I am." a smirk from behind the shadows of his headwear grew.

"hmm, i must say, i did not expect such a refined lady behind all the recent rumors or who had been taking out my troops." he hummed. "not that it's bad, don't get me wrong." he took slow steps near you

"how about.. you join my cause, pretty? I'll make sure that the nation is safe right by your side, and as well as the others." he reaches his gloved hand out to you. you simply scorn, "join? i hate you fatui. all the same." to be fair, your impression of all of them were just loyal to their archon, as well as mass murderers with no intentions of mercy. so he nodded. "how about I show you what I can service you with? it might convince you."

in a sense, you were unsure if you could, even when your strength was undoubtedly amazing, surpassing most people. "haaah.. getting- cocky now are we, sweetheart?" a lowly gruff escapes the first harbinger's throat.

the soft plush of your thighs squeezed around his cheeks. his helmet laid out on the floor. if he kept it on he knows it hurt the pretty pussy he tried to taste so badly.

well, that brings us back to why and how you got into this position. A bit of convincing goes a long way, I suppose. (in my head i believe fully that capitano has an unironically long tongue just to give context.)

a long swipe of tongue over your clit was unfurled. another kiss to your cunt- he temporarily removed himself from the blissful taste of the entrance his tongue loved to stay so snug inside, biting the tip of his glove off to remove his glove carefully. his long digits start to replace his lips that previously placed themselves onto you.

"n.. ngh." his thumb rubbed your clit so carefully, you almost try pushing his face off, your hands attempting to grab the strands at the back of his head.

originally you were lured out by ororon; into the domain of the night kingdom. but capitano didn't expect you to be so.. enticing, and neither did ororon, even hesitating at first before actually opening the domain.

necessarily capitano didn't even hate you, no. he wanted you. "s- stop.. i don't want you.." his mouth made a pop sound when detaching itself as he smirked, warm breath felt near your cunt. "let this cunt speak for itself . . I'm spoiling you so much, my queen." a raspy, deep chuckle emits, he wanted you more than anything he's ever seen.

even once his tongue starts to slow down, you feel your hips instinctively grind onto his tongue. but he couldn't keep his eyes off you- such a pretty sight, better than a seventieth-floor view. almost with half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you- an icy gaze glossed over your face briefly.

you could feel your whines already emerge from your chest, your throat almost starting to get sore from all the whimpers of his name. you did agree on trading your assistance and strength for keeping natlan safe

he slowly reaches up from your cunt to your lips, a soft, gentle kiss, much different from how his tongue spoke deep and down below you. positioning your back comfortably onto the stone.

"s'pretty like this, aren't you?" "still- hnn.. still hate you, damn harbinger.." you wouldn't give in, not yet, but archons did he know how to pleasure a woman.

"mmf- easy now.. sweetheart." his cock almost choked- your hole barely even taking in its head. "fffuck- stop stop! hurts!" your hips jolted, and holy shit was he lengthy. and girthy. damn.

"did I now?" a genuine tone was prominent in his voice. leaning in closer, checking to see if he accidentally left any scars, or bruises. "tell me where it hurts." he licked off the essence of you on his fingers briefly before caressing your face.

he.. was much more caring than you expected. such a large, muscly man—you expected worse from him. its not even because he took pity on you either, he genuinely cared.

"i- its fine. I just- 't was something I said in the heat of the moment.. don't worry you didn't."

"and.. you're sure?" he tilts his head, clear in the icicles of his eyes that he was still worried. sure he definitely wanted to fuck but what was the point if you weren't receiving any pleasure?

"yeah, yeah I'm fine."

after thoroughly checking on you, he goes back to what he was originally planning to do. maybe you'd like this position more?

or maybe he should really talk you through it, let you know he's right there, behind you, literally.

your back against his chest—he decided on letting you take him at your own pace. his cock twitched, leaking with precum, but he knew if he wanted the best possible experience with you.. it'd be both of you being pleasured, not just himself.

you swear a minute ago he was all softie and stuff, why did he mood swing so damn hard! maybe you liked it when he basically slammed himself inside you—reaching to the very deepest parts that he can.

you were put up in a position of somewhat on all fours, yet both of your hands were up on the rock for support. capitano's words sounded tender, but his touch (for now) was not.

you yelp, every now and then taking you by surprise and grinding the very tip of his length against your g-spot.

"ssshit.. you feel so nice, princess.." the captain threw his head back, his grasp on your waist softening for the slightest moment, before returning to his usual pace.

a dried-up milky ring had casted itself around the base of his shaft- certainly making it clear for how you both have been at it.

the many times your eyebrows have knit, or the amount of moments wherein you rolled your eyes back. hell—even the rock started to creak.

shit did he just- start to rub his fingers over your clit?! "ahh- fuck, fuck!" you whined as you body slowly got even more sensitive by each second. a squealing sob escapes your throat as the fire that pooled in your stomach was only abrupt before you came onto his cock.

sitting you down onto his lap. his hand briefly reached out to pry your thighs open for him, growing a mirror in front of you, reflective and icy.

you could see how his dick bulged in your stomach, making such a pretty mark for others to see.

"no one could treat you better than I am right now, right? tell me.." his voice just as cold, whispery as the night sky idle with stars.

it sent shivers down your spine. capitano groaned at how well your tight cunt took his width. caressing the rough pads of his calloused palms over the sweet mark in your stomach.

you felt your hips giving instinctive sloppy, yet slow thrusts onto his cock. then a sudden cold grasp landed over your throat as you tried to throw your head back. just the prettiest little groan you could feel vibrate across his chest.

you could see pretty slime-like milk-colored rings stretch each time you tried to lift yourself up to use his dick to hit your spot.

he loved feeling his hands over your waist, down to your hips. "fuck," he grunted, picking you up to pin your quintessential figure against said mirror. you shuddered- feeling all the coldness on your back, spreading to every inch of your spine.

"gonna fuck you like i mean it this time, looking so desperate for my cock when you know I look in the mirror. mmf, s'dirty." holding your waist, fingermarks clear, his grasp careful not to place them on the previous smears.

his tip teased itself against your clit, carefully rubbing against it, and trusted in roughly, making you almost scream.

was he really this long, and this fast? his pace matched that of a madman on a roll. every moan you let out only happened to make him even harder. why in the hell did he keep growing?!

you felt every emotion almost all at once, pleasure everlasting and rushing through your veins. it was almost too slippery down there, shaft sliding in n' out so fast- fuck! you didn't want to admit how good he felt inside you.

he grazed one of his hands over your chest. his breathy moans, he was in love with the way your hole stretched out, and over. your body almost wanted to run away- but at the same time, you wanted more.

"t- takin' me like a good girl, mm?" he chortles, you could feel that prominent vein on his shaft, that ran down to the very base, damn it felt good. "f- fuuuck.. fuck y- you!" almost an incessant whine as you let out small mewls of his name. shit he really could do this forever couldn't he . .

every time he pounded your gaping hole, you'd yelp, was he trying to chase your hole?! you swear you head the mirror your back faced crack!

" 'tano . . mmfffuck! i- i think the . . hnnn . . the m- mirror cracked." apart from your unnecessary incoherent babbles you let out mid-sentence, the captain simply chuckled at your barely phonological words. "even better then, I'll make sure you land on something soft."

"shit," he mumbled as his hurried strikes continued, "s'tight . . fuck you trying to keep me inside you?" your clingy cunt couldn't bare to let go of him. his thumb made small, pretentious circles on your hip.

he leans in further to land a kiss on your cheekbone, smirking as he does. solely focusing on how his dick probably kissed your insides better. how sad that he could only imagine how blissful might your nth orgasm be.

the mirror continued to crack underneath the pressure capitano put into his powerful strokes to your womb. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, while he started to kiss your tears away, he knew he went a little rougher than earlier.

he felt your nails claw, and scratch at his back. his face leaning in closer to place small pecks onto your breasts—single, separate, independent scattered everywhere.

a teetering edge—you arched your back as you came again. you could feel his sticky, goopy load shoot up into you. a loud wail exited your throat, he knew you probably felt amazing.

you slowly took breaths, exhaling, and inhaling as capitano helped you calm down. resting his hardness inside your hole for a bit 'till it softened. he rests you against the cracked mirror, checking if your back hurt, kissing your forehead.

"so, you want to join my mission now, pretty?"

[foxy-eva]

Date? Date!

Summary: Reader asks Spencer if he wants a date (the food item). Miscommunication ensues. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: food mentions, miscommunication, awkwardness 

Word count: 700

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Early into your career at the FBI you learned how important it was to take good care of yourself. Long and irregular work hours made it difficult to nourish your body, so you made it a habit to always pack some healthy snacks.

Recently you discovered your love for dates - a fruit packed with fiber and potassium while satiating your sweet tooth. 

You grabbed a small container from your bag while your eyes landed on your favorite coworker. Months ago you noticed that his main source of energy was coffee and refined sugar, so without thinking too much about it, you decided to offer him an alternative. 

“Date?” You asked once Spencer found your eyes. 

“Wh…what?” He muttered. “You’re asking me… just like that?” 

His reaction was a little confusing but it wasn't the first time that the brilliant Dr. Spencer Reid left you a bit puzzled. 

"Yeah, of course! I think it’ll be good for you!” You chirped to encourage him. 

“You think?” His mouth stayed agape after those words made it past his lips. 

You raised your eyebrows at him and withdrew your offer, “You obviously don’t have to. You can just say no.”

“No, no, it’s not that! I just.. I have never been… I mean… I have never really… had a date?” He muttered.

“Really? That's hard to believe.” You couldn't hide the surprised tone in your voice. Dates were pretty popular, you had never met anyone who hadn’t tried one.

“It’s true…,” he mumbled.  

“Maybe it’s time for you to try it!” 

"I... have thought about it. A lot actually." Spencer whispered while his eyes dropped to the floor. "With you specifically"

At this point you definitely couldn't hide your confusion anymore. You took one date out of the plastic container to look at it before you said, "You have thought about eating dates with me?" 

When your eyes met his again you noticed the color draining from his face. The already pale doctor suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“You uhm… you… of course… you were talking about dates,” he stammered.

“Yes? What were you tal–” You stopped mid sentence when you realized. 

Oh.

Oh.

Spencer must have thought you were asking him out. 

Now his reaction made a lot more sense. 

Before you could say anything, Spencer quickly got up to leave the room. You could only imagine how embarrassed he must have been right then. Your heart began aching at the thought of hurting the person you cared so deeply about. 

The truth was that you were hoping for him to ask you out for months now. It was hard to tell if he actually liked you too, so you never had the courage to ask him yourself. 

It seemed like the cat was out of the bag now and it was your chance to finally ask him out for real. 

“Spencer!” You called out his name as you ran after him. “Wait, please!”

To your surprise he slowed down, coming to a halt right before he reached the elevators. 

“I just want to go catch some air,” he explained with a fake smile on his face. 

“Please don’t be embarrassed,” you said with a soft voice. “It was just a little misunderstanding.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s fine, really!” He lied while pressing the button of the elevators. 

“It’s true that I was just offering you a date, but…” you paused for a moment, noticing his eyes getting bigger. 

You almost got lost in the warm amber that were his irises. It was hard to actually speak the words you so clearly wanted to say. But you knew it was now or never. 

“... But I would really like to go out with you. On an actual date,” you confessed. 

The features of Spencer's face suddenly softened and it seemed like relief washed over him. 

“You do?” He wanted to make sure. 

“Yeah, I really do,” you confirmed.

A wide smile appeared on his face. “I would really like that, too. Maybe we could go out for dinner someday.”

“Dinner sounds a lot better than just eating dates together,” you laughed. 

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[esotericalchemist]

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 + 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

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Aries energy embodies courage, drive, and a pioneering spirit, led by the assertive influence of Mars. Unlike other placements that shape character subtly, Aries in each House brings a bold, direct expression of personal will. By examining its rulership through the Houses, we gain insight into how this dynamic force influences different areas of life. This exploration reveals the unique ways Aries energy pushes us to take risks, assert our individuality, and pursue our desires with vigor, guiding us to embrace our inner warrior and live with greater purpose and authenticity.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Aries rising, Aries governs the 1st house, or lagna, the house of self, identity, and outward expression. In Vedic astrology, the lagna reflects the soul’s approach to life, its inherent vitality, and how it interacts with the world. With Aries here, the individual embodies Mars’ raw, courageous essence—imbued with rajasik (active) energy that propels them into action and exploration. The Aries rising native is naturally inclined toward leadership and independence, driven by a desire to confront life directly and to carve their unique path.

Aries in the 1st house suggests a spirit born to initiate, with lessons rooted in self-mastery and resilience. This fiery placement grants a warrior-like nature, but there is also the potential for impatience or impulsivity, which must be balanced by cultivating inner discipline and temperance.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in its own sign of Aries brings a magnetic presence and powerful drive. This placement intensifies self-confidence and vitality but requires the refinement of self-control to prevent impulsiveness. The journey here is one of mastering the self through the disciplined application of will.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs its energy toward material wealth, speech, and family lineage. Here, the native is driven to establish security and stability, often speaking with authority. Balance is achieved by softening Mars’ assertive tone in family and financial matters.

Mars in the 3rd House: This placement enhances courage in communication and a competitive spirit in learning or short journeys. The native may excel in skills involving hands or speech, but they must cultivate patience to prevent confrontation, especially with siblings or peers.

Mars in the 4th House: Mars in the 4th turns its focus to home, emotional foundation, and inner peace. There is a strong drive to protect family and ensure stability, yet this intensity can bring restlessness in domestic life. Emotional equanimity must be cultivated to bring harmony to the home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars energizes creative expression, intellect, and speculative ventures. The native feels a bold drive toward self-expression, often embracing risks. To find fulfillment, they must channel this energy constructively, refining passion into disciplined creativity.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th strengthens resilience, problem-solving, and a will to serve. This placement enhances the ability to overcome obstacles and brings karmic lessons in humility through service. Balance is achieved by focusing Mars’ energy on aiding others rather than personal gain.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th brings intensity to partnerships, often resulting in dynamic or challenging relationships. The native is drawn to powerful, assertive partners but must cultivate harmony and patience to create balanced, fulfilling unions.

Mars in the 8th House: Mars here deepens the native’s interest in transformation, hidden knowledge, and life’s mysteries. The individual is fearless in the face of change and may be drawn to spiritual or esoteric studies, with lessons in releasing control and embracing surrender.

Mars in the 9th House: With Mars in the 9th, the native channels energy into higher learning, philosophy, and exploration. There is a strong drive toward understanding universal truths, though it’s essential to balance Mars’ zeal with openness to others’ beliefs.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house emphasizes ambition, leadership, and public standing. The native is career-oriented and often pursues leadership roles, thriving in environments that reward decisiveness. This placement calls for integrity and ethical strength in professional pursuits.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars here energizes social networks, ambitions, and aspirations. The native finds motivation in group settings or large causes, but balance is required to prevent competition within friendships. This placement encourages channeling Mars’ drive into collective good.

Mars in the 12th House: In the 12th house, Mars turns inward, directing energy toward spirituality, solitude, and hidden fears. The native is drawn to inner transformation and may find strength in retreat or meditation. The lesson here is one of releasing attachment to worldly achievements and embracing spiritual growth.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Taurus rising, Aries rules the 12th house, the house of solitude, spirituality, hidden fears, foreign lands, and liberation (moksha). With Aries here, the Taurus native approaches these hidden realms with Mars’ bold, assertive energy, often experiencing an inner drive to explore the mystical or unseen sides of life. This placement brings a restless, courageous approach to the 12th house’s themes, such as spirituality or self-sacrifice, yet it can also create an inclination to keep one's battles and ambitions private. Taurus rising individuals may find comfort in solitude or foreign lands, where they are free to act independently, away from the constraints of daily routines.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the hidden 12th-house energy of Aries forward, infusing the self with assertiveness and a powerful presence. The native may feel a strong inner drive to express independence and courage, but must balance this with patience and mindfulness to avoid impulsive actions.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars in the 2nd house directs the hidden Aries energy toward wealth, speech, and values. The native may have a bold or assertive way of speaking, with a desire to secure financial stability. Lessons lie in balancing assertiveness with diplomacy in financial and familial matters.

Mars in the 3rd House: Here, Mars brings the 12th-house energy into communication, courage, and siblings. The native may seek adventure in learning or short travels and is drawn to express hidden thoughts boldly. However, there is a need to cultivate patience and avoid conflict in close relations.

Mars in the 4th House: In the 4th, Mars influences home life and emotional peace with a sense of restless exploration. The native may feel drawn to create a unique, perhaps unconventional, home or may move frequently. Inner peace is attained through balancing action with emotional grounding.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in the 5th house channels the 12th-house Aries energy into creativity, romance, and learning. The native feels a strong urge to express individuality and may take risks in creative projects. Growth comes from cultivating focus and discipline in self-expression.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th directs the hidden 12th-house energy toward service, health, and work. The native may feel called to work in a helping profession or engage in physical activities that promote healing. This placement enhances the drive to overcome obstacles but requires mindfulness of stress.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th brings hidden intensity to partnerships, drawing the native toward bold or assertive partners. There may be a tendency to keep relationship issues private, yet balance is achieved by openly addressing conflicts and striving for harmony in partnerships.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th house, the 12th-house energy finds expression through transformation, mysticism, and deep exploration. The native is fearless in facing life’s mysteries and may have a strong interest in occult sciences. This placement calls for wise use of Mars’ power for spiritual growth rather than control.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th channels hidden energy into philosophy, religion, and travel. The native is often driven to explore different cultures and philosophies, feeling spiritually nourished through travel and learning. To grow, they must embrace openness while balancing their own beliefs with respect for others.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house brings the 12th-house Aries energy to the public sphere, fueling ambition in career and reputation. The native may feel a strong urge to excel professionally, often keeping career plans private until fully realized. Success comes by grounding ambition in patience and ethical action.

Mars in the 11th House: Here, Mars channels hidden Aries energy into social circles, goals, and aspirations. The native may have secret ambitions and work tirelessly toward fulfilling them, often in unconventional ways. Balance is found by embracing community while allowing space for personal aspirations.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in its own 12th house, the native’s drive is intensely internal, often focused on spirituality or the subconscious. This placement can draw one toward meditation, foreign lands, or seclusion, where inner strength is cultivated. The key lies in transcending ego-driven desires for the soul’s liberation.

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Gemini rising, Aries governs the 11th house of friendships, social networks, long-term ambitions, and gains. With Aries here, Gemini natives are drawn to approach their aspirations and social connections with Mars’ dynamic, energetic influence. There’s a natural inclination to take initiative in groups, to lead, and to pursue goals boldly. This placement often brings a magnetic presence in social circles, with a desire to achieve collective or personal goals swiftly and assertively. However, this drive may need tempering to avoid impatience or competition within friendships and group dynamics.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the 11th-house energy of ambition and social engagement directly into the self, creating a strong, confident presence. This native approaches life boldly, with a natural inclination to lead within groups. However, balancing self-assertion with diplomacy can help maintain harmony in social networks.

Mars in the 2nd House: In the 2nd house, Mars channels 11th-house energy into financial stability and values. The native may pursue wealth and material goals with vigor, often using their social connections to build resources. Learning to temper Mars’ assertiveness in speech and dealings with family brings greater fulfillment.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars in the 3rd house directs 11th-house energy into communication, courage, and short journeys. The native may feel a strong urge to connect, lead, or communicate ideas within social circles, often driven to achieve shared goals. This placement calls for patience in communication, avoiding hasty words or conflict.

Mars in the 4th House: Mars in the 4th house brings ambition into the realm of home and inner emotional life. The native may seek comfort in leading or organizing family, or even creating a home that serves as a hub for social gatherings. Balance is found by grounding social ambitions with inner peace and harmony at home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in the 5th house channels 11th-house energy into creativity, romance, and intellectual pursuits. The native is drawn to express themselves passionately and may take on leadership roles in creative or educational settings. Tempering Mars' energy here can help avoid competitive dynamics in personal pursuits.

Mars in the 6th House: Here, Mars directs social ambitions into service, health, and work. The native may feel driven to achieve within a workplace or community environment, possibly leading efforts or helping resolve conflicts. Mars in the 6th enhances problem-solving abilities, but the individual must manage stress and avoid overworking.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th brings 11th-house ambition into partnerships, both personal and business-related. The native is often drawn to ambitious or assertive partners and may work toward shared goals in these relationships. Balance is key to avoid competitive or confrontational dynamics in partnerships.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th house, the native’s social ambitions are channeled into transformative and hidden areas, such as finance, psychology, or spiritual studies. This placement brings depth to social interactions, with a magnetic presence. The key here is to handle the power Mars bestows in these realms with mindfulness and integrity.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th house directs 11th-house ambition toward higher knowledge, philosophy, or travel. The native may find fulfillment through exploring global perspectives or philosophical ideas with like-minded groups. This placement benefits from balancing personal beliefs with openness to others' insights.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th brings the 11th-house ambition strongly into career and public life. The native is highly driven in professional pursuits, often taking on leadership roles or directing large initiatives. Cultivating patience and ethical strength in the workplace enhances success and respect from others.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th house intensifies social ambitions, with the native finding great drive within groups or causes. They may naturally take leadership roles, working toward common goals with enthusiasm. Balance is achieved by ensuring cooperation and avoiding over-competitiveness in social settings.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s ambition turns inward, toward spirituality and inner exploration. They may feel drawn to support social causes from behind the scenes or to explore mystical aspects of existence. This placement is powerful for spiritual growth, though it calls for balancing outer goals with inner peace.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Cancer rising, Aries governs the 10th house of karma (career, actions), social status, and public influence. With Aries here, the Cancerian soul approaches career and public roles with determination, courage, and a drive to lead. Mars' rulership over the 10th brings an instinctive ambition to achieve and to make a strong impression on society. However, balancing this assertive professional drive with Cancer’s sensitive nature can be challenging; there may be a push-pull dynamic between the desire for public achievement and the inner pull toward peace and emotional security. This configuration suggests that the Cancer rising native may gain fulfillment by learning to assert themselves professionally, embracing leadership while honoring their inner emotional needs.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the 10th-house energy directly into the self, making the native highly determined and self-assured in their career. This placement often grants a strong, authoritative presence and a desire to be recognized. However, the native must balance assertiveness with gentleness to avoid appearing overly forceful.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars in the 2nd channels career ambition into the realm of wealth, values, and speech. This native may pursue financial stability and material success with intensity. A careful balance is needed to avoid conflicts within family or financial matters, as Mars in the 2nd can bring a fiery, direct approach to resources.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars in the 3rd house directs 10th-house energy into communication, courage, and short journeys. This placement makes the native ambitious in their use of words and eager to take the lead in negotiations or intellectual pursuits. Mindfulness in communication is essential to prevent conflicts in both personal and professional relationships.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars in the 4th, the native’s professional ambition intertwines with home and emotional life. The native may feel driven to build a strong, secure foundation for their family, often balancing career with family responsibilities. However, inner peace must be cultivated to avoid restlessness within the home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in the 5th channels 10th-house energy into creativity, intellect, and children. The native may have a passion for teaching, mentoring, or leading creative projects. This placement is favorable for entrepreneurial pursuits, though balance is required to avoid being overly competitive in creative or educational endeavors.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th directs career energy toward service, health, and daily routines. The native is hardworking and often excels in structured, service-oriented professions. This placement gives resilience and the ability to overcome obstacles, yet care must be taken to manage stress and avoid burnout.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th brings the native’s professional drive into partnerships, both business and personal. The native may seek ambitious or assertive partners, often working toward shared goals. This placement fosters dynamic, influential partnerships, though balance is needed to avoid power struggles within relationships.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the 10th-house energy goes into transformation, shared resources, and occult interests. The native may be drawn to careers involving finance, psychology, or deep research. This placement calls for wise management of Mars' power, as it can bring intense experiences and transformation in both career and personal life.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th channels the 10th-house energy into philosophy, spirituality, and higher education. The native feels driven to pursue knowledge and may be drawn to careers in teaching, travel, or law. To fully embrace this path, they must balance personal beliefs with openness to other perspectives.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house reinforces career ambition and public presence. This native is highly motivated to succeed and often seeks positions of authority or leadership. With Mars in its own house, integrity and ethical strength are crucial to avoid potential conflicts in the pursuit of recognition and achievement.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th channels career drive into social networks, ambitions, and large causes. The native may find fulfillment in community work or group-oriented goals. While Mars in the 11th brings enthusiasm and leadership potential, balance is needed to ensure cooperation rather than competition within social circles.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s career drive is directed toward spiritual exploration, solitude, or behind-the-scenes work. They may feel drawn to humanitarian causes, spiritual careers, or roles in foreign lands. This placement calls for inner strength, as the native learns to balance ambition with selfless service and personal growth.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Leo rising, Aries governs the 9th house, the house of dharma, wisdom, and higher purpose. With Aries here, the path of truth and spiritual knowledge becomes one of dynamic action and fearless exploration. This placement reflects a soul that approaches divine wisdom with intensity and is unafraid to break new ground in philosophy, religion, or study. Aries in the 9th invites Leo rising to seek purpose and meaning not just through passive belief, but through the bold experience of life, with Mars guiding this soul as the fiery graha of action and courage.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house channels the 9th house’s spiritual drive into the self. The native embodies a natural authority and courage, with a fiery charisma that commands respect. There is a dharmic call to live by example, to inspire others with boldness in both action and belief.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs the energy of higher purpose toward wealth and values, shaping a life where prosperity is pursued through alignment with inner truth. Here, the native learns to wield speech as a tool of conviction and may find that wealth flows when rooted in principles.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars in the 3rd infuses the 9th house’s quest for truth into communication and courage. There is a deep urge to spread knowledge, share bold ideas, and overcome obstacles in the pursuit of wisdom. The native must learn to temper directness, embracing both patience and depth.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars here, the native’s pursuit of dharma extends into the inner sanctum of the home and heart. There may be a strong attachment to family values or the urge to establish a secure foundation rooted in spiritual ideals. Peace is achieved through balancing outer ambitions with inner tranquility.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars channels the energy of dharma into creativity, intellect, and teachings. Here, the native is drawn to express higher truths through art, education, or guiding others. The journey calls for refinement, transforming raw passion into wisdom that uplifts.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th brings spiritual energy to the path of service and overcoming adversity. Here, the native finds purpose by addressing challenges with resilience and helping others through crises. Discipline in daily life allows Mars to manifest as a steady hand, offering healing.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars brings the search for truth into the realm of partnerships, where relationships become a source of learning and growth. The native may encounter karmic partners who challenge and refine their beliefs. Balance in partnership calls for both inner strength and humility.

Mars in the 8th House: Mars in the 8th reveals a fearless quest to uncover life’s mysteries and transform the self. Here, spiritual evolution often comes through hidden knowledge, esoteric studies, or life-altering experiences. The native’s journey is one of deep surrender to the forces of transformation.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th brings tremendous zeal for knowledge, higher studies, or spiritual journeys. The native is a seeker in the truest sense, driven to explore new philosophies and expand their worldview. Yet, openness and respect for diverse perspectives bring the highest growth.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars channels dharmic energy into career and public service, where the native is often drawn to roles of leadership. Success comes from embodying integrity and guiding others with wisdom. Career choices should reflect a higher purpose, transcending mere ambition.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings spiritual aspirations into social causes and friendships, where the native finds joy in working toward collective goals. This placement calls for strength in group settings, balancing the pursuit of individual ideals with the well-being of the larger community.

Mars in the 12th House: Mars in the 12th guides the native toward spiritual solitude, introspection, or retreat. Here, the journey of dharma takes an inward turn, where enlightenment and fulfillment are sought through meditation, service, and selfless surrender. Mars learns to transcend worldly desires for spiritual liberation.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Virgo rising, Aries governs the 8th house, the house of transformation, mysteries, and the depths of the unseen world. Aries here creates a soul that is both practical and unafraid to confront life’s shadows. With Mars ruling the 8th, Virgo rising has an inherent strength to endure challenges and an intense curiosity about the hidden realms—whether through psychology, spiritual transformation, or esoteric studies. This placement suggests a karmic journey that involves facing inner fears and rebirth, an evolution of the soul that is both profound and necessary.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the intense energy of the 8th house into the self, creating a powerful aura of resilience and magnetism. This native faces life with fearless determination, embracing self-transformation as a way to discover their true strength.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs the transformative energy of the 8th into wealth, values, and family matters. The native may encounter financial fluctuations or transformative experiences within family dynamics. Here, Mars teaches the soul to find stability within change, aligning material pursuits with inner growth.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars in the 3rd channels the 8th-house energy into communication and courage, making the native drawn to deep, probing conversations and a fearless approach to learning. To evolve, they must cultivate patience and avoid intensity in daily interactions.

Mars in the 4th House: In the 4th, Mars brings transformation to the emotional and domestic sphere. This placement may create a sense of restlessness within the home, or a need to protect and transform the family legacy. Peace is found by harmonizing Mars’ energy with a nurturing, secure environment.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars channels 8th-house energy into creativity, intellect, and self-expression. Here, the native is drawn to intense forms of creativity or speculative pursuits. Fulfillment comes from balancing passion with depth, creating works or teachings that resonate on a soul level.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th directs transformative energy into service and overcoming adversity. This native is drawn to serve others in intense or crisis-driven settings, finding healing and strength through acts of service. Discipline is key, preventing burnout from Mars’ relentless drive.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars brings the depth of the 8th into partnerships, indicating karmic bonds that are intense and transformative. Relationships may act as mirrors for hidden fears, teaching resilience through shared growth. Harmony is achieved through mutual understanding and compassion.

Mars in the 8th House: Mars in its own 8th house magnifies the native’s attraction to the mystical and transformative. There is a natural capacity for facing life’s mysteries, and the soul feels called to explore deeply. Spiritual practices that honor transformation bring the highest growth.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th directs transformation toward higher knowledge, philosophy, and exploration. The native is driven to seek truths beyond the visible, often drawn to foreign lands or unique spiritual practices. Growth comes from balancing fervor for knowledge with an open heart.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars channels transformative energy into career and public life, often drawing the native to professions related to finance, psychology, or research. Success comes from embracing integrity, and the soul finds fulfillment in roles that allow depth and purpose.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings the intensity of transformation into social networks and ambitions. The native may be drawn to community work or causes that invoke profound change. Harmony is achieved by balancing personal goals with dedication to collective transformation.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s journey of transformation is deeply inward, often expressed through spiritual practices, solitude, or service. Here, the soul’s ultimate liberation is found in surrender, and Mars learns to direct its intense energy toward self-realization.

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Libra rising, Aries rules the 7th house of partnerships, bringing boldness, independence, and intensity into relationships. With Aries here, Libra rising individuals are drawn to strong, assertive partners who challenge them to grow and assert their own needs. Relationships are dynamic and transformative, pushing Libra rising to balance their natural diplomacy with the courage and authenticity that Aries demands in partnership.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: With Mars in the 1st, the energy of the 7th house is expressed boldly through the self. The native has a magnetic, assertive presence, and they may naturally take charge in relationships. They are called to balance self-assertion with receptivity, as true harmony in partnerships arises from strength blended with compassion.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs relationship energy into finances, speech, and family values. The native is passionate about shared resources and may have a direct, assertive communication style within relationships. Growth is found by tempering Mars’ intensity in speech and aligning shared values to cultivate lasting peace.

Mars in the 3rd House: In the 3rd house, Mars channels the 7th-house energy into communication and intellect. The native is driven to express themselves confidently in relationships, often taking an active role in communication. Learning patience and listening skills enhances harmony, allowing deeper connection with partners and peers.

Mars in the 4th House: Mars brings the energy of partnership into the domestic sphere, often making home life or family relationships a central focus of transformation. There is a strong need for security in partnerships, and balancing Mars’ assertive nature with emotional sensitivity is essential for peace within the home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in the 5th brings relational energy into creativity, romance, and learning. The native may pursue passionate relationships, often drawn to expressive or dynamic partners. The challenge lies in balancing passion with stability, and they may find fulfillment by channeling this energy into creative projects or teaching.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars channels relational energy into the house of service, health, and daily responsibilities. The native may find purpose in partnerships that involve shared work or service-oriented roles. They are called to refine their approach to relationships through humility and self-discipline, using Mars’ strength to support others.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in its own house of partnerships brings intensity and drive directly into relationships. This native may experience powerful, transformative relationships that push them to confront their own desires and boundaries. True harmony is achieved by respecting both self and other, balancing assertiveness with empathy.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the energy of partnership is directed toward transformation, shared resources, and the mystical. Relationships are profound and may bring significant growth or spiritual awakening. The native is called to embrace vulnerability, using Mars’ courage to face inner shadows alongside their partner.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars channels relational energy into philosophy, higher learning, and travel. Here, the native may be drawn to relationships with those from diverse backgrounds or who challenge them to expand their worldview. True connection is found when both partners respect each other’s beliefs and pursue shared spiritual growth.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars directs relational energy into career and public roles, suggesting that partnerships play a central role in the native’s career path. Success may come through business partnerships or collaborations that further professional goals. Balancing ambition with integrity is key to maintaining respect and harmony.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th house channels partnership energy into social networks, friendships, and collective aspirations. The native finds purpose through group dynamics and may attract like-minded individuals with shared goals. Collaboration brings fulfillment, but competition should be avoided to foster unity.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s relational energy turns inward, focusing on spiritual connection, solitude, or mystical exploration. This placement suggests karmic ties and the potential for deep, spiritually transformative relationships. True growth is found in releasing attachment and embracing unconditional love.

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Scorpio rising, Aries rules the 6th house of service, daily work, health, and challenges. Aries brings a bold, determined, and action-oriented approach to this house, making Scorpio rising individuals naturally courageous in facing obstacles and competitive in work environments. They are driven to tackle challenges head-on, often excelling in roles that require resilience and leadership. With Aries here, Scorpio rising natives may feel energized in overcoming adversities and are encouraged to channel this fiery energy into service and discipline.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house intensifies Scorpio rising’s strength and resilience, making them fearless and determined in both daily life and challenges. They are naturally assertive and driven, often taking a proactive approach to solving problems.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs 6th-house energy into wealth, values, and speech. The native is motivated to build financial stability through hard work and may approach finances with a competitive edge. They may need to balance assertiveness in family matters and finances with diplomacy.

Mars in the 3rd House: In the 3rd house, Mars channels the 6th-house energy into communication and courage. The native excels in tasks requiring quick action and assertive communication. This placement brings a bold, direct approach in dealings with siblings or close peers.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars in the 4th, the 6th-house energy of service and discipline is directed toward home and family. The native may bring a protective energy to the household and seek to create stability through hard work. Balance is needed to prevent restlessness within the home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in the 5th house channels 6th-house energy into creativity, romance, and learning. The native brings a passionate, competitive spirit to personal pursuits, often excelling in areas like sports, teaching, or creative projects. Self-discipline helps channel this energy positively.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in its own 6th house makes the native exceptionally resilient and service-oriented. There is a natural aptitude for overcoming obstacles and thriving in demanding roles. This placement is excellent for careers in health, law, or any field requiring courage and discipline.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th directs the energy of the 6th house into partnerships. Relationships may bring challenges that require resilience, and the native may seek assertive or ambitious partners. Growth comes from learning to balance independence with cooperation.

Mars in the 8th House: Mars in the 8th house brings 6th-house energy into the realm of transformation, shared resources, and mysteries. The native is fearless in facing life’s deeper aspects and may be drawn to intense, transformative work. This placement brings powerful insights into overcoming inner obstacles.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th channels 6th-house energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native approaches beliefs and learning with vigor, often advocating strongly for their views. Growth comes through openness to diverse perspectives and moderation in debate.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars directs the 6th-house energy into career and public life. The native is ambitious and driven to achieve professional success, often thriving in competitive careers. Integrity and a strong ethical approach to work ensure lasting respect and recognition.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings a strong work ethic into social networks and friendships. The native is motivated to achieve goals and may take an active role in group causes. Cooperation within social circles is essential to balance Mars’ assertive energy here.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the energy of the 6th house is directed toward spiritual pursuits, solitude, or hidden challenges. The native is drawn to inner exploration and may seek peace through service or healing practices. True growth comes from surrendering ego-driven battles and embracing spiritual growth.

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Sagittarius rising, Aries governs the 5th house, which is associated with creativity, children, romance, speculative ventures, and spiritual practices. Aries here gives Sagittarius rising an approach to life that is adventurous, enthusiastic, and daring when it comes to matters of the heart and intellect. With Aries ruling the 5th, there is an energetic, sometimes impulsive, drive toward self-expression and creativity. The Sagittarius native is drawn to passionate pursuits and may embrace leadership in learning or teaching roles, embodying a spirit that inspires others. Aries in the 5th house encourages Sagittarius rising individuals to boldly express their unique ideas and to pursue creative endeavors with courage and conviction.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the bold 5th-house energy directly into the self, making the native confident, expressive, and magnetic. They are often charismatic leaders and naturally attract attention, but they must balance passion with humility to maintain harmony.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars in the 2nd directs the creative 5th-house energy into financial pursuits and personal values. The native is driven to secure wealth through bold ventures and may take pride in their financial achievements. Balancing material ambition with inner values brings stability and satisfaction.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars channels the 5th-house energy into communication, courage, and skills. The native may be a strong communicator, eager to share ideas with enthusiasm. Learning to temper assertiveness with patience enhances their ability to teach or mentor effectively.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars in the 4th, the 5th-house energy of creativity is focused on the home and family. The native may have strong family values or an energetic household and may even bring creative ventures into the domestic sphere. Finding inner peace helps balance Mars’ intensity here.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars in its own 5th house amplifies passion, creativity, and leadership in learning. The native feels driven to express themselves openly and may excel in teaching or inspiring others. This is a powerful placement for artists, performers, or educators, but balance in self-expression is key.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars directs 5th-house energy into service, health, and daily responsibilities. The native may approach work with creativity and passion, often motivated to help others. However, learning to navigate routine tasks with patience and attention to detail brings lasting fulfillment.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th channels 5th-house energy into partnerships, making relationships a key area of personal expression. The native is drawn to passionate, intense partners who share their zest for life. True harmony comes from balancing independence with mutual respect.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the energy of the 5th house moves into the transformative realms of the 8th. The native may explore the mysteries of life through art, spiritual practices, or transformative pursuits. Courage in facing inner truths brings deeper wisdom and growth.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars channels the 5th-house energy into higher learning, travel, and philosophy. This native approaches knowledge with zeal and may inspire others to seek truth and adventure. This placement supports careers in education or travel, with the lesson of balancing fervor with open-mindedness.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th directs creative energy into the public and professional sphere. The native may be driven to make an impact in their career, often in roles where they can lead or inspire others. This placement calls for integrity in professional life to gain respect and success.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings 5th-house energy into social networks, goals, and friendships. The native finds joy in group activities or causes that involve creativity or community leadership. Balance is achieved by channeling this energy into collective goals rather than personal ambitions alone.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the creative 5th-house energy turns inward, focused on spiritual exploration or hidden talents. The native may pursue creativity in solitude or feel drawn to mystical practices. Embracing a quiet form of self-expression brings inner peace and fulfillment.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Capricorn rising, Aries governs the 4th house, the house of home, family, emotional foundation, and inner peace. With Aries here, Capricorn natives bring a bold, proactive energy to their personal life and home environment. This placement often means they approach matters of family and security with a strong, protective nature. Capricorn rising individuals may feel a deep responsibility to create a stable and resilient foundation, often willing to take decisive action to secure and protect their loved ones. Aries ruling the 4th suggests that the path to inner peace involves embracing courage and taking action to address their emotional needs and personal security.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the protective 4th-house energy directly into the self, creating a strong, assertive presence. The native feels compelled to take charge of their personal and family life. This placement cultivates self-confidence and resilience but requires balance to avoid excessive control.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs 4th-house energy into finances, family values, and speech. The native is driven to secure financial stability for the family, often with a direct or assertive approach in financial matters. Cultivating patience and balance in communication brings harmony to family dynamics.

Mars in the 3rd House: In the 3rd house, Mars channels the 4th-house energy into communication and intellect. The native is expressive about their family values and may take on a protective role with siblings or in community settings. Mindfulness in communication helps avoid unnecessary conflicts.

Mars in the 4th House: Mars in the 4th house amplifies the desire to create a safe and stable home environment. The native is deeply protective of their family and roots, sometimes fiercely so. This placement calls for balancing inner strength with emotional openness to create true peace within.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars directs 4th-house energy into creativity, romance, and learning. The native may channel their drive for security into creative projects or invest in their children’s success. Fulfillment comes from nurturing both personal passions and the needs of their loved ones.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th channels 4th-house energy into service, health, and work. The native may work hard to provide stability, often finding purpose in professions that allow them to care for or support others. Balance is needed to prevent overworking and burnout in their quest for security.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars in the 7th brings 4th-house energy into partnerships, suggesting that relationships become a significant source of emotional grounding. The native may be drawn to strong, protective partners and learns to balance independence with emotional connection.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the 4th-house energy flows into transformation, shared resources, and the mysteries of life. The native feels a profound commitment to understanding their emotional depths and may find fulfillment through transformative experiences within the family or home.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars channels 4th-house energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native finds inner peace through exploration and may create a home that reflects diverse influences. Growth is achieved by balancing security with a willingness to expand beyond familiar beliefs.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house directs 4th-house energy into career and public life. The native is often driven to achieve professional success to provide security for themselves and their family. Integrity and grounding in their career enhance both public respect and personal fulfillment.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings the 4th-house energy into social networks and friendships. The native may feel a responsibility toward their community and often takes on leadership roles in social causes. Fulfillment comes from balancing personal aspirations with support for the collective.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s search for security turns inward, often expressed through spiritual exploration or retreat. They may find peace in solitude or through inner work. This placement calls for releasing worldly attachments in favor of spiritual grounding.

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Aquarius rising, Aries governs the 3rd house, the house of communication, courage, skills, and immediate surroundings. With Aries here, Aquarius rising individuals approach learning and communication with assertiveness, directness, and an eagerness to explore. They are often unafraid to take initiative in expressing their ideas and may thrive in environments that encourage debate, leadership, or hands-on experience. Aries ruling the 3rd house suggests a karmic path involving the mastery of words, skill-building, and embracing one’s personal courage. There is an adventurous, pioneering spirit when it comes to self-expression, and they are likely to be champions of bold ideas and new perspectives.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the 3rd-house energy of communication and courage directly into the self, making the native outspoken, bold, and charismatic. This individual feels confident in expressing their thoughts, but they must balance assertiveness with patience to foster harmonious relationships.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars directs 3rd-house energy into wealth, speech, and values. The native approaches finances and personal values with determination, often speaking directly and confidently. Learning to temper Mars' assertiveness in speech and material pursuits brings greater harmony in family and financial matters.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars in its own 3rd house amplifies the desire to communicate boldly, take risks, and lead through intellect. This placement makes the native passionate in learning and sharing ideas, possibly excelling in writing, teaching, or persuasive speaking. Balance is found in refining Mars’ energy to avoid impulsivity.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars in the 4th house, the 3rd-house energy channels into home and family. The native may take on a protective role within the family and often leads or guides siblings or close relatives. True harmony is achieved when the native balances personal independence with nurturing the home.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars directs 3rd-house energy into creativity, romance, and intellectual pursuits. The native may pursue bold, creative endeavors and feels strongly about sharing their unique ideas. Fulfillment is achieved by balancing personal expression with joy and openness in relationships.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th house brings 3rd-house energy into service, health, and work. This placement suggests a disciplined, courageous approach to daily challenges and may draw the native to service-oriented professions. Learning to manage stress and practice self-care ensures sustainable progress.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars channels 3rd-house energy into partnerships, making communication a central theme in relationships. The native may attract partners who are assertive or intellectually stimulating, but true harmony comes from balancing independence with openness and compromise.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the 3rd-house energy flows into transformation, shared resources, and deeper understanding. The native is unafraid of exploring life’s mysteries, often communicating with profound insight. They may benefit from learning to temper intensity with patience and empathy.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars in the 9th channels 3rd-house energy into higher learning, philosophy, and travel. The native feels strongly about their beliefs and is driven to explore different cultures or philosophies. Growth comes from balancing conviction with open-mindedness toward diverse perspectives.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house directs 3rd-house energy into career and public life. The native may be drawn to professions involving communication, teaching, or leadership roles. This placement calls for a strong ethical foundation to guide ambition and maintain respect.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings the 3rd-house energy of courage and communication into social networks and friendships. The native often takes on leadership roles in group causes or collective goals. Balance is achieved by aligning personal aspirations with community well-being.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the native’s communication and courage take on a reflective, inward focus. This placement may draw them to spiritual exploration, meditation, or quiet contemplation. Growth comes from learning to channel Mars’ energy into compassionate, selfless pursuits.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Pisces rising, Aries governs the 2nd house, the house of wealth, family, values, and speech. With Aries here, Pisces rising natives approach finances and personal values with directness and courage. Aries in the 2nd house suggests a karmic path that involves establishing financial independence and self-worth through bold action, often taking risks in financial or personal ventures. This placement brings a fierce drive to build stability, yet it also encourages the Pisces soul to balance material pursuits with their natural inclination toward spiritual values. Aries ruling the 2nd house invites the Pisces native to express their values assertively, cultivating a confident, empowered voice in both family and social spheres.

Mars through the Houses:

Mars in the 1st House: Mars in the 1st house brings the bold 2nd-house energy of financial independence and self-worth directly into the self, making the native assertive and confident. They often take a direct approach in securing resources and embody a strong personal identity. Balance is achieved by aligning ambition with inner peace.

Mars in the 2nd House: Mars in the 2nd house intensifies the desire for material security, and the native is motivated to work hard to achieve financial stability. This placement brings a direct, assertive approach to earning and personal values. Learning patience and prudence enhances lasting prosperity.

Mars in the 3rd House: Mars channels the 2nd-house energy of values and wealth into communication, courage, and skills. The native may speak confidently about their beliefs and is unafraid to share their values. Growth comes from balancing assertiveness in speech with tact and respect in close relationships.

Mars in the 4th House: With Mars in the 4th, the 2nd-house energy is focused on family, home, and emotional foundations. The native may be fiercely protective of their family or homeland and often works hard to establish a stable home environment. Emotional security is achieved by balancing independence with family harmony.

Mars in the 5th House: Mars directs 2nd-house energy into creativity, romance, and intellectual pursuits. The native may invest time and resources into creative projects, children, or hobbies. Fulfillment comes from pursuing passions with a grounded sense of value, rather than for external validation.

Mars in the 6th House: Mars in the 6th brings 2nd-house energy into service, health, and daily work. The native is hardworking and may take a practical approach to earning and self-worth through dedicated service. Balance is found by avoiding overwork and cultivating compassion in daily interactions.

Mars in the 7th House: Mars channels 2nd-house energy into partnerships, indicating that relationships may influence personal values and self-worth. The native may seek assertive, ambitious partners. Harmony is achieved by balancing self-reliance with mutual respect in partnerships.

Mars in the 8th House: With Mars in the 8th, the energy of the 2nd house flows into transformation, shared resources, and inner growth. The native may approach joint finances or inheritance with a fearless attitude, often transforming their values through deep, transformative experiences. Growth comes through conscious self-mastery.

Mars in the 9th House: Mars channels 2nd-house energy into philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native’s values may evolve through exposure to diverse cultures and philosophies. They are often assertive in their beliefs, finding purpose in aligning material pursuits with higher ideals.

Mars in the 10th House: Mars in the 10th house directs 2nd-house energy into career and public life. The native may be ambitious in professional pursuits, often channeling their drive for financial security into public success. Career integrity and balancing ambition with ethics ensure long-term fulfillment.

Mars in the 11th House: Mars in the 11th brings the 2nd-house energy into social networks, aspirations, and group dynamics. The native may pursue financial goals through social causes or collaborative efforts. Fulfillment is achieved by aligning personal values with the collective good, balancing personal gain with community well-being.

Mars in the 12th House: With Mars in the 12th, the energy of the 2nd house turns inward, focusing on spirituality, solitude, and hidden matters. The native may feel drawn to use their resources or skills for spiritual pursuits or service. True peace comes from letting go of material attachment and embracing inner fulfillment.

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