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dogtoling · 4 months

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💚❤️✂️🥊 engel. you mightve alluded to some of this stuff in the lore comics but im bad at reading subtext and its kinda hard to find everything for just one character at a time

I'm honestly impressed that the previous ask was also engel and the same emoji wasnt picked twice! also that's completely fine i do comics once in a blue moon anyway. most of my oc lore is in random drawings to be honest

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Contrary to popular belief he is a cis guy. People have been misgendering him and thinking he's a girl for like 10 years now. Honestly, he doesn't really care, masculinity means nothing to him and he generally enjoys fucking with gender expression. He doesn't even mind being referred to with feminine terms (he refers to himself as "girlfailure" with high frequency). But with all that, he IS still a guy; he just doesn't let people limit him based on that.

Sexuality is a whole other can of worms because he has literally no idea. He's spent most of his life (especially surface life) in some kind of limbo, confused, sheltered, all of those things, or just focused on something completely disconnected from the concepts of romance or sexuality. He's never entered a social situation or a friendship with the intent to make it into anything more, and the only times he's been in inherently intimate situations have been when they've been unexpectedly pushed onto him (which he doesn't really like). It's... not really something he's thought about. Or naturally stumbled upon. It's not like people around him aren't dabbling with relationships, but he's never considered doing one himself. Or wanted to? He doesn't know if he'd even be comfortable trying. It's not like he doesn't think some people are cute, but is that... what IS that? He's not too fussed about it but he's been a little conflicted.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

now he DOES actually keep good memories and cherish them. You could argue he daydreams and dwells on the past a little too much. Most of his good memories are band memories, of course, he has a TON of good memories with his friends. There's very few things that can match the euphoria of being on stage, finishing a set and just taking in the noise from the crowd. And basically cooking in the stage lights to the point of lightheadedness, but still having to be dragged off the stage because that feeling is SO special, such a special connection to all those people who felt touched by your singing, and the culmination of sitting on the floor for many months and many nights on end writing down shit that ends up as song, and then that actually going somewhere and resonating. It's SO special.

So to put it short, most of the gigs he's got to do are HIGH UP on that list. Studio sessions with the band, friendly banter, going for pizza afterwards. Fan meets. Some memories going all the way back to his teens, finishing a Turf match with his team and going out for ice cream, with him just sticking around and coming along despite having no idea what they're doing. And of course album releases. Interviews with a few kind of dodgy questions thrown in there that make him double take. Celebrating Squidmas with his friends and family and feeling like he belongs somewhere for once. Those kinds of things.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

He has a bunch of bad memories. That much is pretty obvious. But we're only picking one, and I can think of one right now, so let's do that one.

Dodo leaving the band. HOLY CRAP. The moment it happened really didn't feel like a super defining event in Engel's life when it was fresh, but it was Bad. It is almost singlehandedly The Thing that derailed his life completely for the next few years. Initially he thought he wasn't serious, and once it turned out that he actually WAS serious and that he wasn't interested anymore and wouldn't be playing, it was more disappointing and upsetting for that tear in the friendship and the loss of something he felt connected them. Connected the whole team, even!

But it rapidly became apparent that it actually meant the band was just Over. Once it really set in, Engel couldn't just randomly pick up a new guitarist, because it's literally not the same thing and this was a huge change. Dodo pretty much cut him off completely, probably tired of him sending five billion messages every day asking him to reconsider, or maybe do part-time even??? And him suddenly leaving didn't only have an effect of "whoops, better get a new guitarist, then we keep going"; it was demoralizing for everyone involved. And with the synergy of a team that'd played together for several years, in tune and in sync with each other's feelings, it was jarring to just lose that in one moment.

Just over time, that short conversation has pretty much morphed into one of the worst memories he can recall just because while it didn't feel like much in the moment, he's now able to look back and actually realize how much went wrong directly shooting off from that One Thing. The band was pretty much his whole personality at that point in time and, poof, gone. AND his whole dream, and the trajectory that his life was on in that moment - which felt like the correct one. But then it was just gone.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Engel is a very creative person. He's also very social! So his favorite things to do are generally things that have to do with those two things. Obviously, songwriting is up there as one of his top favorite things; while he does most of the lyrics by himself alone on his floor, he looks forward the most to presenting those lyrics and his ideas for the songs to others, reworking them, coming up with even better ideas together, and of course creating full songs in the end. He would be at the studio 24/7 if that was sustainable and he didn't have a job and everyone else had the same level of burning passion that he does. But outside of music, he has some creative hobbies in crafts, mostly when it comes to outfit design; making bracelets and accessories and customizing clothes he already has. Just, with him having a day job, most of his free time tends to go into being on InkTok for 6 hours straight nowadays, and then just sleeping.

Most of the things he hates to do are chores honestly. Mostly to the point that he just doesn't do them. He has zero self-control or drive to do things that don't actively excite him, most of the time. So stuff like doing dishes, or mopping, or moving things off the floor, or changing the bed or doing laundry or... anything... it's usually not happening. In fact, it feels kind of unfair putting those things in this category, given he's usually NOT doing those things until he has literally no choice. If there's no immediate reward in it? It's not happening. Come on now yeah you can do the dishes but guess what? As soon as you eat cereal again that FUCKING BOWL will be in the sink again. And guess what? His kitchen is the size of a shoebox because he has so little space in his apartment and so many things and belongings in it that every ounce of habitable desk space is taken up by some Object already. It's horrible. It's an endless spiral. It's inescapable.

thanks for the ask!

#mailbox #dodo ocs #btw his executive dysfunction is debilitating and it's relatable. it's so bad.

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akallia · 2 years

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how to preserve a building, part 2

hiiiii I know it's been forever since I posted *insert queasy face emoji* I just moved into college, and this summer has been crazy. guys this might get a part three!!!!!! idk, I'm loving this burnt out reader, I empathize with her so much. I hope you guys like it!!! if u read this I'm giving u a kith

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Concept: deciding to let yourself go while maintaining your reputation as the university’s star student was probably the worst mistake you’ve ever made. but things get even more difficult with the entrance of transfer student Levi Ackerman, the only one who seems to be able to out-talk you…

CW: language, alcoholism, depressive episode, elitist academia environment, ego problems (???)

Content UTC!

“It’s not a problem at all, Mr. Ackerman,” responded the department chair smoothly after a beat, the class participants back to their work. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here after arriving only a few days ago. What a nice surprise.”

The mysterious Mr. Ackerman only hummed noncommittally, barely acknowledging her. You found him to be quite rude and presumptuous. You liked that.

“And who, pray tell,” you began, intrigued, “is this Mr. Ackerman?” You tilted your head to address him, taking him in from out of the corner of your eye. The burgeoning midday light beginning to peek out from behind the autumn’s perpetually gray skies escaped the barrier of the blinds briefly before a cloud obstructed it once again. Oh yes. That’s definitely the man who was in your bed. You couldn’t forget someone like him. Once you saw him, he was in your mind’s eye forever. The only way you could describe him was pretty. He was pretty in a strange sort of way–all soft features and (presumably) soft hair that you’re sure you’d touched before but couldn’t recall. All that beauty marred by a permanent scowl. He was positively lovely to look at. You internally applauded your drunk self for your immaculate taste. You hoped his mouth was as foul as his facial expression.

He deigned to regard you. “Levi Ackerman, Yale history department.” And that was it. He sipped his cup of tea in a manner you decided to call haughty.

“Is that so?” Your voice petered off towards the end, deep in thought.

“Well,” the department head interjected. “Let’s begin, shall we? Who wants to go first… Simon?”

Simon, a quiet man with a receding hairline and a bachelor’s in library science, sputtered over introducing himself to Levi and giving an update on his thesis before opening the floor to questions. Nobody had any, and then Kristin was next, and then Tiffany, and then James, and then Zinia, and then finally to you. Thank the gods! Finally something interesting to talk about. You were over the moon to assess the mind of this Levi Ackerman based on the upcoming conversation that you were so thrilled to begin.

“As usual, no major updates. Though I did come across a rather interesting phenomenon. I was visiting my aunt last week and she happened to be watching HGTV–you know, the home renovation channel–and she stumbled upon a most unusual show. I can’t remember the name of it,” you began, feigning thought as you made everything up as you spoke. “But I do remember that there was some sort of ‘expert’ who would come in and advise the homeowners on how to preserve their historic homes properly while still making them livable for the modern family. In the end, he only managed to convince them to uphold a few of the house’s original motifs–light fixtures, exposed wood trims, and so on–with the rest of the design elements incorporated into a more modern school of thought for interior design. The exterior, as per usual, was entirely squandered on white paint and hideous landscaping. I looked into the expert a bit and as usual he wasn’t an expert at all but rather a local politician who happened to have a penchant for his city’s history.”

You stared at the people in the room, listening, enrapt, purposefully avoiding Levi in your visual sweep. You continued on, suspending your disbelief of their blind trust for you as you continued to spout bullshit on your way to the point of your spiel.

“I found it somewhat repulsive that this house did not meet the requirements for the National Registry of Historic Places. The research I’ve done into the NPS shows that they haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of the qualifications for a historic home, and for the most part is concerned with zoning. Our politicians simply don’t care unless the people care, and the people for the most part, also simply don’t care.

“What I’m trying to say is that our buildings are being destroyed and our urban planners are woefully underqualified for the jobs at hand. Our cities are becoming increasingly unpleasant to look at and increasingly anti-resident. I dislike politics, but the power struggles of politics are the ugly reality of democracy. So I suppose my point is this: why is our focus in academia on academia alone rather than its real-world application? For all our talk of the classics, what use does it have to the general public?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at your audience. “Before you yell at me - for I know you all have passions for literature - keep in mind that most people do not possess high-brow academic minds such as yours. Truly and earnestly I ask for suggestions, for the language arts haven’t near enough reach in the general public. So… thoughts?”

It was silent for a beat before the newcomer you had your eye on spoke up.

“Do you people actually praise this sort of junk here?” said Levi, boredly scanning everyone at the table. “You just said words, I mean honestly what sort of cold-ass take is that? Obviously the public has nowhere near the level of arts appreciation as in previous generations, but honestly. As your peer, I feel responsible enough for the mush that has replaced your brains that I have to say something. I came all the way here to listen to her spout nonsense?” Levi uncrossed his legs, his perfectly ironed and steamed slacks creasing stiffly with every movement, and, without ever having set his cup of tea down, stood up and approached the door.

He closed with a simple, “do better,” as those piercing gray eyes analyzed you like a hunter to his prey. You couldn’t stop the slight shiver down your spine at that look. God! You almost wished you had fucked him, even if you wouldn’t remember it.

The group had fallen into a silence even more awkward and uncomfortable than when you entered the room, and that was really saying something. You relished in it, not listening to the continuation of the meeting with its undertone of quiet shock and confusion, and instead daydreaming about what you would say to Levi Ackerman the next time you saw him - if you did. Clearly he wasn’t pleased with you. But you honestly didn’t mind! You didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything you’d just said; you knew you were bullshitting and he knew you were bullshitting, too. Maybe. Maybe you had thrown an amazing job opportunity out the window. But you just didn’t care.

The rest of your day was more of the same - walk around campus aimlessly pretending to be busy, drop by a class to TA, grade assignments in the lounge, and in general masquerading as your normal self. The act had been going on for so long you could almost convince yourself you really were the same you as a year ago. At the end of the day, however, it was exhausting. And if you were going to a bar tonight, you’d need to stay awake. And to stay awake, you needed coffee. Desperately.

Your favorite coffee shop wasn’t a coffee shop at all. It was a quiet jazz cafe on the far north side of campus, the side closest to the inner city. On weekdays it was a humble coffee shop, but on weekends, live performances of any and every jazz ensemble that knew your city’s famous and historic jazz scene lit the place up like neon lights. It was your absolute favorite place. In a way, it was a bridge between your old life and your new life. At the beginning of your mental health bender, you’d stumbled by looking for a quiet place to smoke, but had been drawn in by the raucousness of the crowd. You had never listened to jazz before, or at least never attempted to understand it. But now that you knew what a saxophone could make you feel, you were addicted. Knowing that you had a place to haunt in the daytime as well as the nighttime made you feel less, for lack of a better word, crazy. This place was yours and yours alone.

At least it was. For there in the back corner of the quiet establishment was none other than Levi Ackerman himself, in the flesh. You ordered your coffee from Ray, who began making it as soon as you walked in, and sat down at a small table near the piano.

“Are you following me?”

You hadn’t even gotten a single sip in before he addressed you! The audacity of this man. Clearly he didn’t want to be disturbed - this place rarely had any customers other than old folks, and it was silent as the grave most of the time during the week.

You twisted your torso behind you to see him, draping an arm over the back of your chair.

“Oh, Ackerman! I wasn’t expecting to see you here. You see, this is my place. Nobody’s supposed to be here right now except for me. And I’m not sure how I’m following you when I’m the one who lives in this city, not you.” You had to dip your toe in before you dove in. You hoped he was as testy as he looked. You liked a challenge.

He set down a steaming cup of something on the lacquered wood table of his booth, gazing at you disapprovingly.

“So you’re always like this.” It wasn’t a question. He said it as though he had known you your whole life. A small piece of you reared its head in indignation at the gauntlet he’d thrown down. But you grabbed that part of you and choked it til it died with faint whispers still on its parched lips.

“I don’t know whatever you could mean, Mr. Ackerman,” you prodded. You had a thought suddenly. You knew your ass looked absolutely phenomenal in these pants, so you’d use that to your advantage.

You slipped from your seat, coffee forgotten, and leaned ostentatiously over the counter of the bar against the wall to grab a lead sheet off the stack you knew the owner kept there, making sure your ass was fully facing Levi’s direction as you did so. You mentally thanked your parents for forcing you to learn piano at a young age and sticking with it. You would be every bit the show he believed you were.

The piano beckoned. The lid was propped open and ready for you, the keys glistening beautifully in the dim, golden late afternoon light filtering through the stained glass windows of the cafe. What would you create today? A little thrill raced from your stomach to your throat. You prayed you would be reincarnated as a jazz pianist, for the one thing you believed you would never tire of was the freedom you experienced at a piano. It just couldn’t be beat.

“Do you play, Levi?” You purred. You had no clue where the sudden seductiveness came from but you were rolling with it now. You were in too deep at this point.

You were met with the same cool, even stare as before when you glanced back to make sure you still had his attention.

“Yes,” he responded. Short and succinct. Wonderful.

“Do you like Duke Ellington? Answer correctly please.” You set about with the melody of In A Sentimental Mood. You could almost feel the echoes of previous performances as you played, a memory of a saxophone solo playing on top of your fingers as they lazily traveled across the keys.

“I can’t say I’m well acquainted with jazz, so I suppose it depends on how well you play whatever song you’re playing,” he retorted swiftly. There was an edge to his voice you decided you liked. You saw him sip his tea out of the corner of your eye as you continued onward, not really needing the lead sheet after hearing so many iterations of the song so many times.

You hummed. “The Duke is one of the greats. Start with him if you’re interested. My personal favorite is Chet Baker, but I’m sure you don’t trust anything I say after earlier, no?” Your sentences were dotted with measures of rest as you focused on injecting a piece of you into the song. A lead sheet is just a lead sheet at the end of the day. The melody is just the blueprint. You would have to build the house.

Levi didn’t answer immediately as he usually did, and so you brought the song to a close and reverently shut the fallboard before swiveling your body around the piano bench to face him fully.

“I know you’re just messing with everyone,” he said finally, eyes never leaving you. You felt a bit breathless at the intensity of his eye contact, not used to such real, genuine attention. “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “My deal?” You laughed. “Academia is a joke. I’m sick of pandering to people with heads so far up their asses they don’t know which way their head was to begin with. It makes me sick.” You twisted your hair with your fingers, eager to find a distraction from what you thought would be your next conquest but now seemed a different beast entirely.

His replies were back to their original promptness. “I agree with you.”

“Oh?”

“I understand. I used to be you.”

You paused, gauging where this was going. “What changed?” You asked, genuinely intrigued.

His expression didn’t change, but you felt the shift in his mood at the question. You decided that this was getting too deep, and instead focused on his hands wrapped around the mug he held and what they would feel like if–

“That’s none of your business.”

“Fair enough,” you sighed. “I don’t know what I expected anyways. Nobody really interests me these days.” You slunk back to your seat to a now-cold cup of coffee, defeated.

“That’s not what you were saying when I was in your bed last week.”

You about had a stroke. “Pardon me?”

“You know what I’m talking about. It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you around.” He gracefully took his exit from the booth, and you watched with an open mouth as he slung a tweed jacket over his shoulders and left without a word nor a backward glance.

“Ray,” you shouted, hoping he wasn’t taking a smoke break. “Can you pour me a cold one, please? I could really use it.”

Maybe things would get interesting around here for once.

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years

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Tom Ford Snowglobe

Something new for the blog - our first (but definitely not the last) snowglobe!

(Side note, turns out snowglobes are HARD to photograph! They pick up reflections off all the windows and lights in the room, so I took these two boys on several grand tours around the house in an effort to find a suitable space. You all deserve better than a plain drywall backdrop, so this here is the gift box for the SHL concertgoers, which I picked up on Xianyu)

The figures in this snowglobe are so delicately colored they look washed out in photographs, despite my best yet still clumsy photo-tweaking efforts. They are a slightly softer pastel take on these Tom Ford outfits:

The dramatic background at the shoots does a lot to enhance the clothing color (she says in a blasé attempt to pretend there's even a reason to keep posting event pictures).

We really should see these outfits against a plain color backdrop. For reasons. Color science reasons.

Ok, I feel appropriately scientific. Back to the snowglobe.

Right. So less saturated color in this globe here, but sweet and soft.

Those are the lipsticks on their groundbreaking single non-competing link displayed next to them on the snowglobe ground. I didn't know until I got into this fandom that actors and actresses in Chinese entertainment always competed head to head in sales links, no matter how close they were in real life. Go figure these two would be the first to partner up and share sales ❤️

When I was uploading this picture I gasped and zoomed in immediately on the lower base band there. Fret not, gentle readers (and gentle writer), that's not a crack on the base there, it's just a ridge in the paint. Whew!

It's true though, international shipping for snowglobes is an exercise in Zen. It's just going to be what it's going to be, even with styrofoam packing and bubble wrap. I've been lucky so far, but it would be a long way to travel to end up drained of water, or worse - in shards (along with the shards of my broken heart)!

CUTE with Junjun's hand reaching out to escort him! (pulls up blurry event pic for the x100th time)

Ahhh I love it. I love it so much only emojis can properly express the emotions in my heart:

❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️

Their symbolic stars and moons on the base here are very sweet, and their height difference never fails to make me smile. Google Translate failed me on the inscription - I'm assuming this is a quite poetic and lovely musing on love instead of the machine translated hodgepodge it gave me.

Not much to see on the top down angle here. Now, it wouldn't be a snowglobe without seeing it in action:

I hypnotize myself a little every time I watch that. I should put it to restful music, might be a good cure for insomnia!

Speaking of the lipstick, it would be in poor form to leave you without the actual advertising photos:

Material: Glass and...resin?

Fig Count: Well now that's a good question. There are figs in there in the water, but do they count towards the fig count? They certainly take up enough real estate to count for 2 figs. Hmmm. But if we're going to get technical (and where else to get technical other than a niche blog about niche merch?), I suppose the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Alright! We're still at 28.

Diorama Count: 3

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: Lipstick of loooooooove 😘😘

P.S. You've stuck around this long...surely you want to see one of my all time favorite pictures?

For Color Science? Posterity? The future of all humanity?

That's right you do!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #word of honor #gong jun #zhang zhehan #figthusiast #snowglobe #GJ and ZZH photo credit on photos #This month I'll buy less figs #area woman seen opening up Xianyu 5 minutes later

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cancerfairy · 2 years

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Hi! I hope to do an exchange reading with you

Here are yours:

How do you love: ace of cups, the moon, six of cups, king of coins, 10 of coins

I feel that you are a giver. You love to spoil those you care about. Is acts of service your main love language + words of affirmation. Talking about one’s emotions is very important to you. You always try to let people know that your a listening ear for them to talk to. Your the type of person who loves love. Pink/teal aura possibly. A communicator, communication is vital to you to fully express your love. Explaining the reason behind your acts of service for people is necessary for you. People who are loved by you feel very pampered by you. You may give a very familial vibe. Whenever your caring for someone they feel like they are at home. You make people very comfortable and they may open up sometimes it may catch you off guard for them to be so comfortable.

You as a celebrity: 9 of swords reversed, 2 of wands, 6 of coins reversed, 2 of coins, knight of coins reversed

As a celebrity I am getting you would likely be a famous CEO. You give business vibes. I see you would probably travel a lot as a celeb. Probably very glamorous. In the cameras and out in the public more than other celebs. Very polite. Known for politeness. You know your worth but it doesn’t get to your head. I see your always working to produce the next best thing and to transform yourself and constantly become better. I’m getting your very grounded as a celebrity. You give vibes of wealth. You appear to have a lot of physical abundance. People may comment on your hair even more so as a celebrity. Something about its color or style is very appealing and Signature to you. You might go out a lot as a celeb. Party type of person but you keep it classy while having fun. I think of the old money Pinterest aesthetic. As a celeb you could have a active romantic life or your just a very romantic/sensual person. You would probably donate to a lot of charities and people would see you as genuinely caring about the world around you. You may have had a lot of personal pain in your younger years. So I feel you would inspire others with your personal triumphs to love themself through their struggles. You teach people to be grounded. You know how to find stability I. Your daily life. This may be something you recently learned. People are really inspired to take the reins on their life and to release what is Beyond there control because of you. I got an image daffodils for you as a celeb. They represent rebirth and hope. You inspire others to change. You may fatalist others into rebirth. You give 12th house energy. You seem to trigger peoples subconscious for them unknowingly. People after meeting you seeing you seen to have changed positively the next time they see you. As a celeb this is amplified majorly.

hope these resonate!

My initials are LAO

My sun sign is Sagittarius

Emoji: 🌎

For readings for me could I have a past-life reading and a reading of one of the topics on that list based off your intuition?

okay i'm sorry if i'm a little lazy with the feedback cause i'm v tired rn but i want you to know that this reading was super super accurate. people don't normally do the "you as a partner" reading for me but i absolutely loved it like it's exactly how i am. my love language is definitely acts of service and words of affirmation like i just did the online quiz for it a week ago too lmao. the second reading was so detailed and i honestly can't believe you got my personality down so well so thank you!

๛you in your past life

cards: nine of cups, seven of wands, knight of cups, nine of wands, seven of swords -- the fool at the bottom

in your past life you had everything you could've ever wanted. any dream or wish you had was fulfilled and i see that you were very abundant! at times cocky from all your achievements but nevertheless, you were simply aware of how successful you were. you were the type of person to fight for everything you got. sometimes you were defensive but you always got the job done. you may have been someone who was quite joyful and even a bit naive as well. you seemed to be someone who was always searching for love; always searching for 'the one'. you were a charming person and at times a player but because of this, you attracted a lot of liars and manipulators into your life. they mirrored you and you may have had fleeting relationships with these people. they taught you to keep your guard up at all times. although you were the type of person to give a lot of love, you never truly found that special someone you were looking for in your lifetime. instead, you wandered about with a closed mind and open heart. you were a true romantic but it seems like in this life, your soul is still searching for it's other half.

๛what do people like about you?

cards: queen of wands, temperance, two of wands, queen of cups, ace of pentacles, the hanged man -- ten of swords at the bottom

i love how two queens popped up and it seems to me that people like your fiery nature which is a given since you're a fire sign! they love how spontaneous and fun you can be, yet you bring tranquility to peoples lives! i'm getting that people can be themselves around you because you're so open sometimes. you create a space where others can be at peace and yet still have fun. others like that you're passionate and and loving. you bring the best of both worlds, being fun yet peaceful. you seem to have two sides or this duality to you. with people you really care about, you tend to spoil them in attention and warmth. with others you're not as close with you're still friendly and funny! people like that you're a curious person, always one to ask questions or get to the bottom of things. the two of wands shows me you may be a person who thinks outside the box. you come up with new ways of thinking and your opinions may be very different from others. people like that though, they feel like they can learn from you! they also enjoy how serene it feels to be in your presence. there's a certain type of stability and structure about you. your aura is coming up as orange/pale blue here. people feel safe or protected with you. they see you as independent and trustworthy. people like that you're spiritual and altruistic, sometimes even a little self sacrificing to the point where you might get hurt or betrayed. but they like that if you're down for someone, you're really committed and all about them!

#exchange readings

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sixthwater · 2 years

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hello again! i just requested the analysis of what people do i attract/are the most compatible w me w the intials “ack” & my 🕯 emoji - thank you!!

Hello! Thank you for joining 💖~!

Let's break down what I'll be looking at to reach my conclusions:

Sun, Moon, Rising (and it's aspects)

First house, Fourth house, Fifth house, Sixth house, Seventh House, Eighth house, Tenth house, Eleventh house

Any Stelliums

Also please note that when I drop my final conclusion of signs or elements, I mean people who carry that dominant energy or have that 'signature sign', not necessarily someone's sun sign.

Now let's get into it!

Sun | Moon | Rising

I seem to attract the same energy I fear LMAO. A quick glance is giving me air energy but we shall see by the end!

So there’s a bit to unpack here. Your Sun-Moon combo is working interestingly with your ASC / Rising. Your ASC gives others the impression of someone who is very tense and stressed out all the time, but that’s not what’s happening internally (I’m going to touch on that deeper during the house section, since it involves your DSC). So people have this perception of someone who is a little uncomfortable all the time and can’t relax, but if you reveal this about yourself at least that’s not necessarily true.

Both your Sun and Moon are in houses that tend to withhold information from others. So yes the childish and fresh energy of your sun sign is there, but it will only express events that happened on that Thursday afternoon when everyone went bowling so it’s not really a secret anyway. With your moon, it’s just more sensitive than it usually is. I find these moon signs tend to also be really friendly, jovial, and creative. Within this house, it’s like it’s constantly plugged in to feel everyone’s feelings on a deeper level and it’s a bit overwhelming. While your sun mainly has easy aspects, your moon is making a harsh aspect to a planet within your sixth that says to me ‘I really can’t stand fake stuff’. Once again, more in depth during the house section, but it’s despising having to wear a mask to be accepted.

Both your sun and moon are in an element that are usually looked to for a feeling of ‘refreshment’ and inspiration, but they’re both being a bit muted and having to figure out how to drive their car but with a stick shift. Then your ASC is stuck reading the manual to make sure everything is where it’s supposed to be so no one is starting the car with the confidence that they actually have. So someone to actually ask you about your day or your life, instigating conversations would be good, because you don’t do this on purpose.

Houses (1st, 5th, 7th, 11th)

So! As I said, people perceive you as being super anxious and uptight and worried most of the time. Or reserved and pretty quiet—typical stereotypes for your sign. The whole thing is that like any other rising and descendant your first and seventh house are working together very tightly. These risings are usually very chill and spacing out because they’re thinking about something else or deep in thought and they get reminded of something important, and because it’s important, they start exhibiting those qualities. The quiet, reserved, ~academia~ feeling is your seventh spilling over into your first a bit—definitely in your case considering it’s ruler is also in your seventh. There is a piece of you that is mainly concerned with the simplicities of life and what’s important, but you also have one foot in your daydreams at all times. All people need to do is ask and you’ll probably need to be nudged a bit to unload on them but you’re definitely a lot more talkative than they expect. With your mercury here, it’s really good to have a person who can keep up with you in conversations or understand what you’re trying to say—and considering your mercury’s sign? That’s going to be a load off your shoulder’s. The best result is that you can learn how to organize your thoughts / learn how to express yourself a little better or you’ll tend to admire people based on their mindsets. All that to say that: yes you will do well with someone who actively engages in conversation with you and gets you to open up LMAO

With your fifth and eleventh, it feels a bit reserved in a way. It’s also a feeling of being a bit traditional, but not stuffy. It’s kind of like a checklist of the people you want around you and if they can’t even get back three then what’s the point, and I think people probably pick up on that lmao. Plus with the opposing sign needing to have a safe spot and a close connection with those involved in their life, tending to want to leave a piece of themselves within any community or group they join—you really don’t want to invest in people that are not worth it. Especially with your moon residing in such a sensitive place as I mentioned before as well.

Houses (4th, 6th, 8th, 10th)

Honesty is also very important here with your fourth! With the energy going on here, it’s already sensitive. With the sign over your fourth, there would’ve been an encouragement of learning beyond what’s just in books (so street smarts, family values, interacting with different walks of life, etc). It’s heavy but it’s trying to not weigh itself down because it doesn’t want to see life that way, especially with one of the planets here opposing Jupiter in your tenth. There’s a tendency to make up for what was never given / displayed at a young age. It’s like the story of someone who was uncool in high school and then they come back at the high school reunion and they created like the hottest app that everyone there uses or something. In your case it’s a feeling of putting forth a happy-go-lucky persona and being a jack of all trades so you can connect with many people. (There’s that communication again)

As I said way back when, the sixth is giving your moon a little stress because it’s part of the energies you deal with daily, but it’s also the piece of you that people who kinda know you? Are gonna describe you as. There’s a bit of annoyance with your immediate surroundings / work environments on your end because there’s a lot of ‘standards’ that you don’t necessarily like to do because it takes away a bit of who you are (like customer service would be something that is...not necessarily Fun besides the obvious reasons). On the flip-side, people have their own built up perception of you which can get to be a little frustrating because it’s never brought up during conversation, it’s just assumed and that’s the end of the story.

So with your sun sitting in the eighth, it’s causing more friction because it’s not as loud as it usually is. Natives with this placement are used to digging into their own ego and figuring themselves out, so they don’t really worry too much about how other people perceive them, but the frustration sources from people assuming the most out of nearly nothing but appearance or small quirks. Your venus here in it’s position is also causing a lot more internal discovery and less outward expression unless forced out.

Got Stelliums?

There are no stelliums but closing thoughts! There is a lot of pent up authentic expression, until it bursts in a way that’s either harmful or at the wrong time—but besides that it’s like you’re figuring out a balance and until them you’re ‘hibernating’ (unless you’re forced out momentarily). I try not to touch on sensitive placements publicly or unless the person is prepared so I’m not going to do that now LMAO but concerning your fourth house: I’d look into it a bit more. After ruining my google search trying to find my own article, there are some very rare articles online that will combine their view of the placement with books to help overcome those challenges. You can also figure out the theme pretty quickly and figure out what type of book with particularly cater to your case (cause I mean, not every book is going to have our exact situation in mind to be fair but—). There’s a lot of strength in here but it’s being stifled by an idea of who you should be and how it should be manifesting for people, and that’s what needs to be sorted out in order for that strength to shine, cause it’s not necessarily lost.

Conclusions:

Placements you attract/are attracted to: Scorpio, Earth signs, Leo Placements you’re compatible with: Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Gemini, Cancer + Pisces

Placing emphasis on the importance of communication so regardless, synastry needs to have strong mercury aspects idc what else it's got going on (or it can support your moon)

#mystro ask game #anyway i gave up on magical girls #using my spiteful beloved for a love based ask jfdkslaf;jiea #hope u enjoy this and i hope it resonates

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blackstarising · 2 years

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Azari oc question thingy!

🌙💗🚲

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

azari wants to see the people of t'kani thrive, not survive. it's a miracle they're really good at surviving, but this can't be it, right? with all the stay close to base of it all, the laser shield switching on and off, not even trying to make first contact with any neighboring planets?

her dad's done well. but they can't make do forever.

but then. what if she's wrong? what if they spread and they're killed? what if any neighboring planets decide to respond with hostility? it keeps her up at night, whether she should speak, debate about it with star command, or whether she should stay silent and leave them all safe. cramped, invisible to the galaxy, but safe.

you have such a courageous heart, her grandmother had told her on her deathbed. stand up and be counted.

maybe she does. and maybe she should. but not now. not while they're still safe.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

it's all through her physicality.

azari's a queen of microexpressions, so she's not very readable to begin with. so if you're, let's say, a time-traveling space ranger living 22 years in the future who never had the chance to grow up with her -in some random non-specific example, of course - you're not going to notice much and it's gonna stress you the hell out quite frankly

really, what our hypothetical space ranger doesn't know is that azari is a victim of the burnside curse (trademark, all rights reserved), which pretty much turns her into an absolute klutz. and anyone who saw a young lieutenant calvin burnside become a walking danger to himself and others upon finally realizing he was hopelessly in love with his best friend zora "hobbes" keating-acharya knows that curse a little too well.

so like. a lot of walking into doors. tripping over shoelaces. slipping on grease. that sort of thing. and if you're walking next to her, she's taking you down to the ground with her, so if she's suffering, so is a poor izzy hawthorne.

but she also expresses it on purpose, while she's dancing. so when she's at the club or there's a showcase on, there's more intention to her movement. more hips, more drama, more body rolls, more sharpness. deep down, she knows it's preening, all a wanting to be watched by one person in particular, but whatever. even she likes to have fun.

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

wait I really like this because now I get to think about whether t'kani prime has bikes? I'm gonna say yes? I think when they're on the base people will ride bikes to visit one another but when they have to go off base they're using their electric trucks.

I think azari knows how to ride a bike she just prefers not to. she'd rather walk if it's close enough or drive. riding a bike is too exposed, there's too many variables, too wobbly when she's not thinking.

cal and zora try to teach her to ride when she's a kid but it just doesn't take. she freaks out, screams, any time either of them let go. however, at some point in high school, they have a triathlon unit at school, so she needs to finally learn to ride a bike to well, pass phys ed.

when she finally cracks and tells izzy, she tells her to wake up early the next morning. and for the next two weeks, the two practice bike riding early in the morning before school.

when azari finally makes it around the block, she doesn't say anything, but she hugs izzy so tightly she lifts her off the ground.

some more oc emoji prompts if you wanna hear me prattle on!

#lightyear #lightyear 2022 #lightyear oc #azari burnside #buzz lightyear #izzy hawthorne #cal burnside #please clap i'm very proud of the calvin and hobbes thing #azari: idk work was killer i don't wanna dance tonight #izzy: oh wait buzz actually came #azari: does a full split without warning #also azari's a tol laydee so when i say lifting izzy off the ground I Mean It

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baddiedaddy7 · 3 years

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💚🐸𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙨🐸💚

𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

attention span is not long. may ditch old ideas, if they get bored, or find something more interesting. HAS to win an argument. may think being the louder one during an argument is the way to win lmao. talks in a dynamic way. argumentive. may make a good public speaker. may text too fast, and mess up on a few words. communication style is aggressive(always has to be right, loud, might scapegoat, etc). humor may be childish(fart jokes, butt jokes, burp jokes, just dumb shit in general lol), or humor that involves getting injured(hitting your head on something, tripping, etc). slapstick humor

𝗧𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀

great attention span, but may be a slow learner or talker. talks with stability/most likely doesn’t stutter. doesn’t mind staying on the same topic/not changing the subject. like aries, in an argument they will rarely admit they were wrong, hard-headed. arguing with these ppl are the worst, since they don’t allow others to have opinions which is annoying asf(my sister has this lmao, and i have a taurus mars, so you could imagine💀). your mind rarely changes, once made up. not the most open minded. talks with practicality. may type slow tbh lmao, and dry. may also take a century to reply. communication style may be passive aggressive(may not like being straightforward, “i didn’t think you’d pass this class, but good job”, etc) humor may be well written skits, or roasts.

𝗚𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶

attention span is fleeting. curious about numerous of things. may stutter thanks to gemini jittery energy. rarely turns down a debate, might even lie in a disagreement to win😃. first to speak if it’s too quiet for too long. type of person to have random knowledge or may know fun facts. talks with wit. types fast, replies fast, just very active on social media. meme user. sends messages in short patches instead of just one big paragraph. communication style is passive aggressive(may mumble under breath, etc). humor may be random. may love puns.

𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿

attention span is good, esp if it’s topics they feel with. may be bias in an argument between other ppl😬. may want to “hug” it out lmao. may like to talk abt emotional topics. talks with care. probably uses emojis a lot. writes paragraphs/in long sentences. communication style varies tbh😭. i’m just gonna do passive-aggressive(backhanded compliments, talks behind your back instead of confronting you) or assertive(expressing your wants and needs, while considering others feelings). inside jokes are your thing, goofy asf with ppl you’re comfortable with. dry humor

𝗟𝗲𝗼

attention span may be short lived. may only talk abt themselves which can be annoying💀. believe it or not, they may take a calm/chill approach in an argument. overdramatic in their speech. talks with confidence. keeps the conversation interesting/not dry. initiator in group chats. usually replies fast. communication style is assertive(uses “i”, knows their worth, etc). playful name calling is their type of humor.

𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼

attention span may not be that good tbh(like their opposite sign, they daydream off into the distance). talks with practicality. make sure to fact check, when arguing with these ppl, or they may verbally violate you. very nit picky ppl, and may be big complainers. may abbreviate a lot of words lmao. another dry texting placement, and rarely uses emojis. communication style is passive aggressive(throws shade lmao, may like to just go with the flow, etc). may make fun of yourself to get laughs. might like humor that criticizes/makes fun of things/ppl in general. their humor has some truth to it😓.

𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮

attention span is usually good. easy going in speech. talks with equality. can also be charismatic. may ppl please. in arguments, they can try to compromise, and fix everything, even when it’s unfixable. dislikes conflict, and may need to learn to embrace them. may dislike ppl that curse a lot, or are loud. the way you text may be unclear to some. also texting isn’t direct, and may use things like “k” or “nice”. communication style is passive(lacks eye contact, doesn’t want any conflict even though they feel some type of way, etc). another placement that likes well written jokes, and may have a strong dislike for dark/inappropriate humor lol.

𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼

attention span is attentive. you’re not easy to read, and it can take time to truly know you. you may over analyze and get suspicious over the dumbest things. observant, and might be into psychology. in arguments, doesn’t tolerate dumb shit. can be a bit of a ghost when it comes to texting. tries to get in your business and asks random shit. might not text too much info, since they don’t want ppl to screenshot the chat lmao. assertive is your communication style(considers others feelings, uses “i”, etc) or aggressive(yells, tries to intimidate you, etc). humor may be dark, offensive, and/or taboo/inappropriate. sexual jokes.

𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀

attention span is actually good, if they’re interested, if not then it’s non existent. either rlly open or rlly closed minded. you may mistake being blunt for being honest or some ppl may mistake your realness for being rude. talks with rowdiness. in arguments, may be hostile. uses “:), </3” instead of “😃💔” in text. but then again, may use actual emojis a bit. communication style is aggressive(loud, doesn’t consider others feelings, etc). humor may be mocking accents, sarcasm, and/or satire.

𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻

attention span is short, if what you’re talking abt isn’t important to us. fluent in atleast 2 languages, which are sarcasm, and facts. we don’t have time or patience for ignorance. we may come off as standoffish, when in reality we just stick to ourselves or we’re just too honest. talks with common sense. talking is soothing, atleast i’ve been told. i feel like we use facts in an argument more than emotions, but me personally i try to include both(this is my placement :)). probably doesn’t use caps in text. may have a lot of ppl on delivered. reply game varies based on person, only replies fast to important ppl. communication style is most likely assertive(has a backbone, stands up for themselves without being loud, etc). humor is satire, dark/offensive, and/or sarcastic. if you have tiktok, you definitely know abt satire humor LMAO.

𝗔𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀

attention span is only good if they care. says random things. takes forever to reply. talks with detachment. observant. in arguments, probably doesn’t think of others feelings, and just says whatever. may be harsh in arguing. another placement that probably uses this “<3, :), etc” instead of “❤️😃”. may ghost your messages. communication style is passive aggressive(talks shit behind your back, may not care to confront others, etc). surreal humor, humor is eccentric lol. may like adult animated shows

𝗣𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝘀

attention span isn’t good, since they daydream a lot. might say personal stuff in accident. relatable. great listeners. talks with warm heartedness. cool in arguments, and will stand up for what they feel is right if necessary. another placement that may use emojis a lot. texting may be emotional. shitty grammar. communication style is passive(goes with the flow, bad eye contact/body language, hates drama, etc). another placement that makes jokes abt sex. may joke abt drugs(other ppl doing it or themselves, or ppl acting like their on drugs lmao)

please keep in mind that other things will affect certain traits, like your moon sign. don’t plagiarize, and have a good day🤍

#astrology #zodiac #zodiac signs #astro notes #astro observations #mercury signs #aries mercury #taurus mercury #gemini mercury #cancer mercury #leo mercury #virgo mercury #libra mercury #scorpio mercury #sagittarius mercury #capricorn mercury #aquarius mercury #pisces mercury

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sadskies · 2 years

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Sʟᴀsʜᴇʀs ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ S/ᴏ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ’s :

♡︎ ( Peepaw ) Michael Myers:

He won’t have a specific reaction.

Don’t get him wrong! He appreciates the gesture— he just don’t know how to react 😚

🧍‍♂️just this emoji.

Will be happy at the thought that you got him something <3

At the most, you may get a huff outta him! He’s a lot chill then his other counterparts so he won’t be too off putting about the whole situation

Expect something on your dresser the next day though 👀

Just ignore the blood on it 🩸

If the flowers ever wilt, he will keep them in the side pockets of his overalls.

♡︎ Bo Sinclair:

Snarky asshat 🙄

His ego will boost through the sky.

His lil darlin’ got him flowers?

Depending on his mood, he may love you or tease you.

Or both~ 😉

Will keep them in a vase somewhere in your room.

Somewhere away from you, so that you’ll never know he kept em.

“ Just couldn’t help yaself, huh darlin?” 😏

Ok, Bo whatever 😪

Will brag about it to his brothers.

♡︎ Vincent Sinclair:

This man will melt like wax 🥰

Pun intended 🦖

His insecurities get the best of him at times and therefore, he didn’t think you’d express your love towards him esp. on Valentine’s Day.

Is so over the moon 🌙

He’s thankful he has a mask on!

Will 100% make a mini sculpture or a painting for you!!

He’s adorable! 😍😍

♡︎ Lester Sinclair:

This bubbly boy is literally so overjoyed to get flowers!

He’s very gushy about it too eheh 🥰

“ Yer a sweet one, honeybun~”

Will try to do whatever it takes to salvage the flowers

He will forever remember this as a sweet gift, especially if it’s your first valentine together 🥺

Will give you the biggest, cheesiest smile possible 😙

♡︎ Thomas Hewitt:

He may look tough, but this man’s heart just doesn’t do him any justice 💖

Will take the flowers with extreme precaution.

Poor boy doesn’t wanna break it! 🥺😤

He will literally be in shambles He doesn’t know what to do! 😭

Like Lester, He will do whatever it takes to keep the flowers from wilting!

If you’re with family, all you’ll get is a head pat/ rub

If you’re alone with him though, this man will hug you so tight ! 😵‍💫

Luda Mae thinks it’s absolutely adorable~ 🤧

Will try to get you something in return just to show his appreciation <3

He‘s very much into giving/ providing 🙃

♡︎ Jason Vorhees:

This boy is literally hyperventilating under his mask.

Flowers??? For him?!! 😧😮

Awwww his precious, precious S/o ! 🥰

He’s a very down-to-earth guy so he loves the idea that his S/o got him something that’s based off that!

Pam will be overjoyed too! 😋

Her son is getting flowers by someone?! Jason’s face will be the color of a cherry! 🍒

But you can’t see that 🧐

In return, he will get you flowers everytime he’s out in the woods!

A special treat for his special person~🤗

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

☞︎ 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 <3

☞︎ 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒/𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 !

☞︎ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠 (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

#slasher headcanons #Michael Myers x reader #Bo Sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader #Lester Sinclair x reader #Thomas Hewitt x reader #Jason Vorhees x reader #fluff #sadskies #Slashers x reader #peepaw Myers #Valentine’s day #single #fjfjfj flowers #Pretty

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jar-full-of-pixel-hearts · 4 years

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Sugar Kiss part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Space Force Netflix

Fuck Tony Scarapiducci x Reader

Notes: That part was plan for the start of that story, but end up being sadly kind of pretty short but, keep writing it would totally mess the next part, so I hope you will still enjoy it.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Space Force @ Spaceforce 1h

@ Moonlightcake I heard that your cake is as much pretty and sweet that the shop owner is that true ?

Moonlight Cake @ Moonlightcake30 min

Well, it’s a really flattering rumor. I also heard that the kiss of a spaceman is as sweet as sugar. Did the spacemen hear about their 10% off if they came in store and said boots on the moon ?

After that famous night at the cake shop, you hadn’t been able to see F. Tony as much as you wanted. Like a good person, he had texted you to once again,apologize and informed you of the reason why Naird had interrupted you with so many calls. Apparently, they had to go to a really important meeting in D.C, an assembly even F. Tony had to attend with the Doctor and the General. Use to see him not that often, it didn't bother you, knowing that you could still visit the base and find a way to see him. But, life isn't usually not as planned and even despite your best effort, you end up not being able to see each other for two whole weeks.

Relaying to text, pictures or videos of funny things of your days. The interaction casually started as he was still in Washington with a selfie with your failed attempt at a caramel souffle ( bake during a way too busy day for making a souffle) with the crying emoji.

Reply by F.Tony with a picture of what looks like a group dresses like in the handmaid’s tale supporting sign commented with “ They came in the wrong day LMAO.”

“ I didn’t realize how much D.C looks sad now...I couldn't even find a good cinnamon bun here...what do you put in yours to make them so good...Can't wait to come back…”

“ It’s a secret recipe, even Naird files aren't as secret as mine. But, if you can, I can maybe show you how to make them ? “

“ I’m a terrible cook, be aware. I come back tomorrow but I don’t know when I will be free. Naird seems happy but he just tells me about a lot of stuff we have to do. I will give you some news. Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Can’t wait too”

But, the twitter flirt, remained one of your favorite interactions with the media manager. Giving you a feeling of stability as your relationship was starting to finally go forward.

Moonlight Cake @ Moonlightcake 1 min

Hey @ Spaceforce did you know that Japanese have a story about a princess on the moon ?

Space Force @ Spaceforce 1h

@ Moonlightcake I didn’t know, but for us you're the only princess we want to bring with us on the moon.

It was also what brought you that sunny afternoon to the space base.

After the success of the promotion for the spacemen who had made your sale totally explose. You had decided to pay your uncle a visit, bringing with you the new sweet and salty combo you had worked so hard on. Informed by him of a visit of a rich woman who tried to sell his clean fuel to the general. You had decided to go in the afternoon, hoping with a chance, surprise F.Tony and convince him to have dinner with you.

It had, indeed, been a surprise, but not exactly the one you were expecting.

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That whole journey had been, to F.Tony, a roller coaster of emotions and bad memories. Joy, disgust, anger, jealousy, fear,pride, relief. So, when the whole disastrous visit came to an end, the tall media specialist had a hard time to minimize his eagerness to see his old rival leaving.

Still insisting on walking the pretentious media manager to the car, playing their good old game of who’s bigger than who and who will end up working for who. He discovered himself at losing focus of the exchange, replying almost by reflex while his mind was mentally doing silly comparison.

Even after one year in Colorado, he was still missing his old life in a bigger city. The noise of busy roads,people wearing suits and business clothes everyday, stores and clubs staying open all night, being able to have good sushi at every corner.

All those things he like so much and that sneaky woman was remembering him only staying in front of him with his Jimmy choo shoes and her designer dress. But the small town wasn’t that bad either. Most of the people were nice, the food was way cheaper and most important of all, you lived there. You, with your warm smile, cute casual look and most important, the fact that he can totally trust you.

Replying to her last repartee, sure to win their little battle. He could never have predicted the abrupt way she grabbed his tie and the sudden feeling of lips against his,her tongue invading his mouth.

Replying at first to the kiss, letting his old attractions for that snake of a woman win, he immediately regains his mind when the soft memory of you starts to dance behind his closed eyes.

“ FUCK” The tall men swear, breaking the embrace, the feeling of guilt already starting to spread into his body.

“ I think we have a public,” Hannah replied, giving a glance on the side, clearly amused before getting in the car without a goodbye.

Stepping back, giving at his turn a glance at the building, his blood suddenly froze into his vein.

“ Oh no...Fuck, Fuck, Fuck “

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Ancient Wisdom Revealed: 5 Hidden Magical Knowledge That Can Transform Your Life

We are usually amazed when we discover hidden knowledge related to mysticism, magic, and witchcraft. Not only does this ancient knowledge enlighten us but it can also help us understand the very essence of our being. However, most of the times valuable magical information and insight are hidden right before our very eyes. We simply need to know where to look.

“Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there’s a secret.” – Jean Ferris

It’s true that this is World which has never actually cut off from the Old Ways. In fact, so many things we still do, reflect on the Old Religion and our Witchy Ways. Therefore, we decided to publish an article, on all weird things that actually got Pagan Origin or even Witchy! This is going to be really really fun!

Magical Knowledge Hidden in Plain Sight

“It is hidden but always present.” – Laozi

The list is endless. We could keep going on and on about it but we chose 5 facts which make more sense to almost anyone.

1. Why do we Wink to signal about secret knowledge?

A Winker actually signals the Winkee that they share or s/he is about to share some secret knowledge. It’s not obvious why or what it is, but this is a sign to immediately question reality. This is an awakening call. If you really think about it, it’s already pretty weird.

Wink & the one eye of Odin

Odin is the mighty and wise father of Norse Religion. God of Wisdom, Healing and Victory he is beloved in all germanic traditions. He is famous for his thirst for Wisdom and magical knowledge. According to one story, Odin was traveling again in his quest to expand his awareness. One day he ventured to Mimir’s Well, located beneath the world tree Yggdrasil. The Guardian spirit of this well, whose wisdom and magical knowledge for the Realms was unprecedented, greeted Odin. Odin asked for some water.

I know where Othin’s eye is hidden, Deep in the wide-famed well of Mimir; Mead from the pledge of Othin each morn Does Mimir drink: would you know yet more?

The mystical creature knew exactly what Odin was asking and he tried to make it as hard as possible. Thus he demanded his eye. Odin was asking for true and absolute wisdom and the price seemed fair for the Guardian. However, Odin gave it instantly and the Guardian gave the God of Wisdom what he was asking.

Hidden Magical Knowledge of Wink

In many ancient depictions, and due to the fact that Odin has one eye, he seems like he’s winking. This is where the ‘wink’ came from. As Odin lost his eye for hidden truth, we reenact his divine sacrifice by winking, to signal someone for secret knowledge.

“The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.” – George Bernard Shaw

2. Why do we give the ‘middle finger’ to insult someone?

Greeks understood the power of sex & sexuality, thus sexuality was part of each God’s powers. Thus, the ‘Phallus’ aka the erect penis, was a symbol of great potential, a power which could fight every demon, reverse bad luck to golden opportunities and create a new and successful beginning in everyone’s life.

Middle finger represents a phallus – a magical symbol

Indeed, the middle finger represents an erect penis. The middle finger also is known as “digitus impudicus” or “the impudent finger”. Saint Isidore of Seville explains in his Etymologies that the third finger is called impudent because it often expresses vexation, insult. But why?

“A graceful taunt is worth a thousand insults.” – Louis Nizer

This rude gesture actually dates back to ancient Greece. This was a sacred and magical gesture – something like a Mudra. Greeks used it to instantly counter any negative activity and dark arts that targeted them. Just like the statues of Phallus in crossroads and anywhere, they did it to repel dark magic.

Therefore, by ‘giving the middle finger and insulting’ the receiver we actually attempt to bind his/her power against us.

3. Why are Days Seven?

Have you wondered? Why aren’t the days of week 5 or 10 or 12? Why 7? Is there special power in it? Well YES!

Seven are the Days, Seven are the ‘Planets’ of ancient Witches

In the ancient World, astrologers and mages worked with the energy of the ‘7 Planets’. These 7 celestial bodies – which are not all planets – embody the diverse magical forces and energies from which everything is born into creation. Each ‘planet’ has a distinct vibration that can be directed and channeled in every magical work.

Each of the seven Days of the Week represents each of the ‘Planet’ of Astrologers and Witches which of course correspond to one God.

Monday is the Moon’s Day, day of Artemis / Diana – Goddess of the Moon

Tuesday is Tyr’s / Ares / Mars’s Day – God of War

Wednesday is Woden’s / Hermes’s / Mercury’s Day – God of Communication and Knowledge

Thursday is Thor’s / Zeus’s / Jupiter’s Day – all God of Lightning although Zeus is also King of Gods

Friday is Freya’s / Aphrodite’s / Venus’s Day – Goddess of Beauty and Love

Saturday is Saturn’s / Krono’s Day – old God of Time

Sunday is Sun’s / Apollo’s Day – God of the Sun

4. Why do we make Tattoos?

A tattoo is an ancient form of art appearing in different ancient cultures throughout history. Our modern word ‘tattoo’ comes from the Tahitian word tatau which means “to mark something”. Does this remind you of something? Maybe the Witch Marks?

“Tattoos are like stories — they’re symbolic of the important moments in your life.” – Pamela Anderson

Tattoos are in fact Witch Marks

Tattoos are similar to the Marks of the Witches. It’s a sacrifice we make to our bodies in order to connect deeper with what the symbol we chose represents. An eternal mark on our mortal bodies which can also pass through our incarnations. So please, before you decide which tattoo to do on your body, choose wisely the meaning and symbolism!

5. Why do we wear our wedding ring on our ‘ring finger’?

Haven’t you always wondered? Why do we choose to put our Wedding Rings on the ‘Ring Finger’? Well, as you can understand, the name of the finger itself actually implies its participation in Wedding Rituals.

Why a Golden Ring on Ring Finger?

This part of Wedding Rituals actually dates back in ancient years. First of all, the Ring symbolizes the Wholeness and Unity. It’s the perfect shape of Alchemists and it’s linked with Ouroboros – the symbol of eternity.

Now, why on Ring Finger? This finger is associated with the Sun and Apollo, the god of all blessings. When we ‘activate’ this finger we actually activate the power of the Sun and Apollo in us. As every ‘Planet’ is associated with one Metal, the Sun and Apollo are associated with Gold. Thus, to properly activate the Ring Finger we need to wear a Golden Ring on it. Check more on how to wear Rings to pursue your purposes here!

Therefore, in Wedding Rings, we conjure the blessings of Apollo and the Sun, the bring timeless happiness.

“Secrets are made to be found out with time.” – Charles Sanford

Esoteric wisdom can help you transform your life and the lives of your loved ones. Once you know how to access and decode such ancient knowledge, you can get a better understanding of different religions, practices and spiritual self. Now that you have gained some valuable insight, use this hidden ancient magical wisdom to build a happier and more purposeful life.

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How to Decode Emotions In Text Messages: 6 Effective Ways To Get Started

“How do you decode emotions in text messages?”

Text messages can often be very confusing. It can be especially challenging to understand emotions when we communicate through text messages. With the lack of facial expressions and body language, we can often misinterpret the intended message and tone resulting in disastrous misunderstandings. So how can we read emotions in texts? Let’s find out.

“What is a moderate interpretation of the text? Halfway between what it really means and what you’d like it to mean?” – Antonin Scalia

It’s easy when people say they are angry or sad or excited, or if they tack an emoji to the end of a text. But when they don’t? Given that even face-to-face communication can be confusing, it should not surprise us that truncated, dashed-off text messages can result in disastrous misunderstandings.

In the age of technology, we not only need to decode in-person interactions, but we also need to decode textual transmissions.

How do we know what a person is feeling when we can’t see their faces or body language?

Here are six tips to help you better decode emotions in text messages, or at least prevent yourself from jumping to conclusions based on scant evidence.

1. Assume good intentions

In general, text messages are short. We have very little information to work with. A smiley face or series of exclamation points can help assure us that the text is meant to express positive emotion, but texts do not always include these extra emotion indicators. Our friends’ busy schedules lead to abrupt messages, and our partner’s playful sarcasm isn’t always read as playful.

Keep in mind that texts are a difficult medium for communicating emotion. We have no facial expressions or tone of voice, or conversation to give us more information. If the text doesn’t say, “I’m angry,” then don’t assume that the texter is angry. We are better off reading texts with the assumption that the texter has good intentions. Otherwise, we may end up in lots of unnecessary arguments.

“Texting is a fundamentally sneaky form of communication, which we should despise, but it is such a boon we don’t care. We are all sneaks now.” – Lynne Truss

2. Cultivate awareness of unconscious biases

In my research, I have had to train numerous teams of emotion coders. But even trained coders who meet weekly to discuss discrepancies don’t agree on which emotion (or how much emotion) is being expressed. People just do not see emotions in the same way. We have unconscious biases that lead us to draw different conclusions based on the same information.

For example, every time I lead a coding team I am reminded that males and females often differ in how they interpret others’ emotions. If Bob writes: “My wife missed our 10-year anniversary,” men may think Bob is angry, while women may think Bob is sad.

I don’t presume to know exactly why this is, but I can say confidently that our emotion-detection skills are affected by characteristics about us. When it comes to detecting emotion in texts, try to remember that our unconscious biases affect our interpretations. The emotions we detect may be reflective of things about us just as much as they are reflective of the information in the text.

3. Explore the emotional undertones of the words themselves

The words people use often have emotional undertones. Think about some common words—words like love, hate, wonderful, hard, work, explore, or kitten.

If a text reads, “I love this wonderful kitten,” we can easily conclude that it is expressing positive emotions. If a text reads, “I hate this hard work,” that seems pretty negative. But, if a text reads, “This wonderful kitten is hard work,” what emotion do we think is being expressed?

One approach to detecting emotions when they appear to be mixed is to use the “bag-of-words” method. This just means that we look at each word separately. How positive are the words “kitten” and “wonderful”? And how negative are the words “hard” and “work”? By looking at how positive and negative each word is, we may be able to figure out the predominant emotion the texter is trying to express. Give this bag-of-words method a try when you are having a hard time figuring out the emotion in a text.

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Maybe (goodbyes are in order) I Renjun x Reader, Yangyang x Reader, ft. Haechan

Maybe everyone has a soulmate – maybe when your soulmate dies, your memories of that soulmate are erased – and maybe then you get assigned a new soulmate.

And maybe in this scenario, your dead soulmate loves you too much to let you go, and therefore on his quest to seek your love (and make sure it stays his) maybe he gets a little help from a fallen angel.

Word count: 3k Angst, ghost!au, demon!au, Warning: death, mention of death

Inspired by “The Good Place” (Only watched 2 seasons so pls don’t spoil!!) and Desiderium by Jaeminhours (one of my favourite fics!!)

After a long and dreadful week of school, the weekend awaits you. What better way to start your supposed-to-be stress-free weekend, than by getting caught in the rain with no cover of any kind and in the very dark and very lonely park? The rain continues falling and your ears are filled with nothing but the sounds of pitter-patter and the boisterous winds. Maybe you should have taken the bus home instead of walking – but no way to change the past so you must live in the present. You finally decide to seek shelter while waiting for the worst of the storm to be over, then you can run home.

As you stand under the roof of the bus stop, you hear someone calling out your name. At the same time you receive a message. It is your mother – Honey, it seems you have a new soulmate. We got the letter earlier but wanted to surprise you once you got home. He could not wait though, so he has run out to get you! His name is Yangyang. He seems lovely :)

You chuckle at your phone, quickly sending your mother a heart emoji before putting your phone back in your pocket and then turning around, searching for the source of sound. “Oh, hi!” A boy a few inches taller than you almost runs into you but steadies himself in time. “So clumsy, sorry about that!” His sweet laughter puts a smile on your face. “Ah yeah, it’s nothing. Hey, uh, are you Yangyang?” You smile shyly at him. “Huh?” He looks at you with big puppy eyes. “Ooooooh, your mother texted you already? I wanted to surprise you, saying I would like, kidnap you, and then slowly make you fall in love with me, stockholm syndrome you know?” He starts laughing loudly and even though he is already one of the weirdest people you have met – who tells their soulmate, who they have only just met, that they planned to kidnap them? – you can only stare at him as if he has stars in his eyes.

You feel the calmest when Yangyang pats and traces his warm hand across your back. It always makes you feel super dreamy and you wish for the moment never to end. “You’re my person,” you hear Yangyang whisper softly. You look at him and smile saying “and you’re mine.”

“Stupid. Annoying. Loud. Oblivious. Better off without him,” you ramble on and on as you walk through the same exact park in which you met this newfound problem of yours. It has been two years since you met Yangyang, and he is indeed the sweetest soulmate you have ever had – he is also the only one I remember, you think – yet this time, it feels as if maybe you have been assigned a wrong soulmate. Not wanting to think more of him and the reason for your unanticipated anger, you walk along the blooming lilac paths as you feel a pang of deja vu. “They’re lovely, aren’t they?” A soft voice asks and you turn around quickly. In front of you stands a dull-looking boy. The wind has swept his hair in every direction all at once, his clothes look old, dirty and worn-out as well as his face looks extremely tired based on the bags under his eyes. “Yeah, they are.” You say as you start to turn around again. You do not want to be mean or judgemental, but it is dark and night and you are all alone in the park with this guy. “Do you know what it means?” He asks another question. Taking in a deep breath, you turn around again. You shake your head and look at the ground. He is not wearing any shoes. “Lilacs are a common flower, yet I do not think a lot of people truly know the meaning behind them. I used to gift these flowers to my soulmate every time I’d see her. I can’t do that anymore, because I never see her.” He smiles sadly and looks down too. Then he bends down and picks a couple of the lilacs. “Youthful innocence. First love.” He takes small steps towards you, making sure not to scare you off. You slowly nod at him, letting him know it was okay. As he stands directly in front of you, he hands you the flowers. You do hesitate for a minute, but then you do take the flowers. But it feels weird. You were so sure you would touch his hand when he handed over the flowers, but you did not actually feel anything. Just a quick whoosh as his hand fell down next to his side again. There is disappointment in his eyes, yet you have no idea why. Maybe because he misses his soulmate? “Sorry, I’ll… I’ll see you around.” He says and then he is gone all at once. He just turned around and disappeared into thin air. “It’s not even foggy out..” You tell yourself as you quietly walk back home, the lilacs still in your grasp.

Immense agony. Immense agony is all that Renjun can feel. “Now you listen to me, Renjun,” says a light voice. Renjun strains his eyes, trying to focus in the dimly lit room. “Where and who are you?” Renjun asks without expecting an answer. “Nevermind that, only mind the fact that I can help you make that Yangyang dude either disappear or be put in misery. You decide.” Renjun’s facial expression changes as he furrows his brows and slightly open his mouth to ask another question – but the voice of the unknown beats him to it. “I only want to be of assistance. I will find him and bring him to you, and then you get to do all the action. I’m fine with just watching.” Renjun hears a snicker. “It won’t make you feel any better, you’ll still be in all of this unexplainable pain, but at least you will know that he won’t get the pleasure of being with your soulmate.” This is what sends Renjun over the edge. “Do it.”

Before Renjun’s vision goes dark once again, he hears another vile-tainted whisper, yet he decides to ignore it. Maybe he should have taken it as a warning sign. “Quid pro quo.”

You curse under your breath as the cold winter-air hits your soft skin. The sun set a couple hours ago, yet you were too stubborn to stay home and simply go buy snacks tomorrow. So here you are, tightly clutching bags of snacks close to your chest, walking with a fast pace through the dark of the night.

On your way, a dilemma occurs: do you choose the long but illuminated path, or the very dark path surrounded by overgrown trees and bushes? You choose the lesser-wise option: the latter. The leaves are rustling beneath your feet and above your head, and you hear the crushing of branches even though you are one hundred percent sure that you only step on small pebbles from time to time. A few minutes pass, and you still cannot shake the thought that you are being followed – so you quickly turn around, and once you see the black silhouette standing right in front of you, you gasp loudly, throwing your snacks at the person before sprinting off. While running, you look back for one second and as soon as you turn your gaze back in front of you, you run into something. You run into someone. You slowly turn your eyes upward to see the face of the person – a male, you presume. “Hey there, be careful. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt now,” says the guy lowly. He places his hands on your shoulders and rubs them gently. “Who are you?” You stutter. The man in all black clothing chuckles, turning his head slightly to the left, letting the moon shine on his face. His eyes are red. “Are you wearing contacts?” You ask naively, to which he frowns. “No. Why would I be wearing contacts?” You shrug and smile slightly. “Well, thanks for looking out for me. I’ll just be on my very way,” you start as you shake off his hands, yet as you try to step away, you simply cannot. Your legs will not move. It feels as if you are paralyzed. “Not so fast, honey.” He says smugly. “My friend needs to tell you something… Of the seven sins I am envy, but you should call me Haechan.” He snaps his fingers and your surroundings change.

In front of you stands Renjun. “So sorry about that, I just needed to speak to you and Haechan told me he could easily get you. Also, I bought you some new snacks. The other ones got dirty and I saw some animals ripping the bags and eating it, so yeah…” He walks toward you and you grab the snacks. “Could I eat them now? As you speak?” You ask mellowly, retrieving a smile accompanied by a small blush from Renjun. He nods. “Um, not sure how to start… Alright, well, cut to the chase, we used to be soulmates.” You choke on your chips. He hurries next to you to pat your back, “are you okay?” You can hear the worry in Renjun’s voice. You nod and gesture for him to continue. “I’m a ghost. I’m dead. I- don’t want to get into the specifics, but I died a while ago and only realized a couple weeks ago.” You look dumbfoundedly at him. When did he realize? How? “When I handed you the lilacs.” He replies as if he had read your mind. “I’m not sure why I’m telling you this – or actually I am. I was hoping you could be mine again, as fate had decided, but I’m not too sure now, seeing as you have already been assigned… Yangyang.” As the name rolls off his tongue, Renjun’s nose scrunches, his eyes turn a slightly darker brown and he frowns. “All I want is for you to be happy, but I would rather it be with me than him.” You have no idea what to say. “Is this a prank?” You ask quietly, putting away your snacks. Renjun shakes his head and sighs deeply. “Chan?” He calls out and Haechan appears in an instance. “Take her back,” Renjun says and Haechan nods with a smirk sitting on his lips. “I love you, but I’m sensing you’d rather be with him than with me.” The hint of sadness in Renjun’s voice makes you want to cry. You stand up and run toward him with open arms, but all that happens is that you run right through him. You turn around to look at him, and it seems that he is straining his eyes as to not start crying. “Haechan,” Renjun calls and you hear a snapping of fingers.

“Yang?” You call out to a seemingly empty house. “Yes, baby? In here!” Yangyang’s softly distant voice reaches your ears and you hurry toward your bedroom. Yangyang lies on his back while looking up at the ceiling. He seems to be deep in thought, yet as soon as he hears your footsteps approaching, he uses his elbows to push his way up so that he can look at you. He smiles so sweetly at you, and you think about just dropping the whole thing and letting him stay in this happy-peace-of-mind. You decide against it, though. There is a reason that the two of you are soulmates, and if it is not about honesty, then what on earth could it be about? So you tell him about your encounter with Renjun, apparently an earlier soulmate of yours. “We talked for a while, mostly him though, and then I wanted to touch him – hug him, just to let him feel safe or something, you know? But I fell right through him, so I guess he really is a ghost. He must really be dead.” No matter how hard you try, you simply cannot decode Yangyang’s expression. You fear the worst, but luckily you are wrong. “Hey, honey, it’s okay. I’m not mad.” He coos as he softly pushes some of your hair behind your ear. “He knew your name, a lot of facts about you, your whole life story basically. I honestly believe he was your soulmate once. But that is all he ever was and ever will be. An ex-soulmate. I guess that if you could actually touch him, maybe it could have been different. Like, if you got those feelings for him back, I would not blame you. He was your soulmate before me, and it sounds like he was so for a long time, maybe even your first and only soulmate – until me, of course. Just know that I will stand by you no matter what. Okay?” He pecks your lips and stares at you with a small smile playing on his lips and nothing but adoration in his eyes. “Do you think any of your soulmates are dead? Have you had any before me?” Yangyang’s smile slowly disappears. Maybe you were not supposed to ask him that. Maybe he had also been contacted by a former soulmate, whom he still loves to this day. Maybe you should not have told Yangyang about Renjun. Maybe you should have just forced yourself to believe that Renjun played some really well-thought-out prank on you. Maybe you should have just ignored Renjun. Acted like you did not see him. That should not have been hard, for no one else seemed to be able to see him. “As far as I know, I do not know about any former soulmates. No one has told me anything, at least.” You mumble a quick “sorry I asked” before wrapping your arms around Yangyang and hold him close. Trying to cheer him up since you are the cause of his sudden sad face. He snuggles further into your embrace and mumbles something you do not clearly hear. All you know is that you hear the word “love” and it brings a smile onto your face.

As the sun starts to set, both you and Yangyang start to doze off on top of your soft and super comfortable king-sized bed. Yanyang’s arms are lazily wrapped around your waist with your head lying on his chest. A very serene moment for the both of you. You both wishing it would last forever. Spoiler alert: it does not.

As soon as your eyes shut along with Yangyang’s, it feels as if the two of you enter an endless void. It is scorchingly hot in there, and since you for some reason are barefoot, it only makes it worse for it feels as if you are stepping on a path of fire. You wince as Yangyang’s hand holds yours – “too hot, yeah, sorry,” he says with an awkward smile as he rubs his neck. A deep roar can be heard, and you jump, grabbing Yangyang’s hand instinctively. He snickers at this, calling you a hypocrite. “So when I hold your hand, it is a sin, yet when you feel like holding mine, it is an act of love?” He laughs at your cutesy pout. Then he shakes his head and points at something behind you. Actually not at something, but rather someone. Just as you are about to turn around, you are flying through the room, being pushed backwards and away from your soulmate. A shiver runs down your spine as a somewhat acquainted voice whispers into your ear: “I want you back, and I want you all to myself.” Then you wake up. Looking around frantically, you shake Yangyang’s body, trying to wake him up. He does not budge. “Yang? Yangyang!” Panic starts to arise in your voice and breathing also gets harder. Why is he not waking up?

“I’ll go easy on you, okay?” Renjun mutters as he tightens his grip on Yangyang’s neck. “Maybe I could suffocate you with an article of your soulmates clothing?” Renjun states rather than asks. Yangyang whimpers and lets out cries as he begs for his life. “Too feeble to save yourself. How would you ever be able to save your soulmate, huh?” Renjun feels absolutely no remorse. He is wrapped in feelings of despair and wrath as he tortues the innocent boy. “Too gullible. Easily hoaxed into becoming a demon for eternity. My new best friend. Wrath really did choose you, huh?” Haechan says, imitating Renjun’s last word as a ghost.

“What do you mean you will be meeting your new soulmate today, ? I already have a soulmate! His name is Renjun and I demand to see him right this instant!” Your parents are wearing very worried facial expressions, but you do not understand why. It seems that when Yangyang died, not only were your memories of him erased, but so were the memories and knowledge of Renjun’s death. Maybe you even regained the memories of the two of you before his death, and now that is the reasoning behind your sudden madness and outburst. A mere whisper leaves your mother’s lips. “Darling, Renjun- … He passed away.” Your father sighs as he pats your mother’s back, slightly reassuring her that everything will turn out fine. Just as you are about to talk back to your mother, you hear a voice inside your head. “I cannot go back, Haechan, and you know it!” The voice belongs to Renjun, yet it sounds different than his usual laid-back tone. He sounds frantic. You clutch your head as you fall to the floor and your parents hurry to your side. “I love her. I do. But the… The wrath got the best of me. It is unforgivable. I killed her soulmate because I wanted to be her only. He didn’t deserve her. But neither do I anymore.” You regain your strength and stand back up, starting to pace and roam around the room. The curiosity is killing you. You want to ask your parents about your old soulmate – how did he die? – but you choose not to. “Well, let’s meet my new soulmate, then.”

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AFTER THE SUNRISE

☼ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

☼ Summary: you decided to play a prank on Hoseok since he called you undesirable, but were his claims actually true or is there something else hiding under the dancing man’s fascade?

☼ Word count: 4.6K

☼ Warning: fingering, cunnilingus (male receiving), slight dirty talk, penetration, cream pie, Hoseok’s huge dick and dancing hips

☼ A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I’m sorry to have kept all you waiting but finally I got this out of me. i swear I had the most horrible writers block but I hope this turns out for the better! Please let me know what you think! And as always I haven’t edited anything lol what else is new?

The sun was shining in Hoseok’s face. Normally he was usually a morning person but never after a party. He stretched out of the covers but then suddenly felt he wasn’t alone. He reared his head and his face lost all color. Oh no… he had really done it this time. I mean out of all the silly things he could have done, he truly fucked up this time. There you were lying in his bed. Looking under the blankets he confirmed his biggest fear….he was naked. And judging by the looks of the environment, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed, you both had sex. Hoseok went full panic mode as you slept peacefully naked underneath the covers. What even happened last night?

“Think Hoseok, think!!” he thought to himself. What DID he even do last night? All he remembered was going to Seokjin’s party and getting wasted after the dance battle he had with you and dancing with many girls, but in no moment had he gotten close to you….did he?

He remembered seeing you in that cute black ensemble and dancing with that pretty boy who had his hands all over you. That only made him just want to grab you and mess you up till you forgot all about that other guy. Sure he didn’t well like you but he couldn’t deny himself being attracted to you. But even if that were the case….at what point did he even get together with you?

You rolled over to put a hand on his chest, starting to hug him and pull closer to him. As you sighed in bliss, Hoseok looked at you as if you were an alien of another planet. SINCE WHEN DO YOU HUG HIM? WHY ARE YOU NAKED? There were a million questions in his mind he was bound to short circuit. In his jumbled mess of thoughts he knew one thing was certain. It would have seemed that you both had made love all night long. But it also seemed Jung Hoseok didn't have any memory of the incident whatsoever.

Now he had to face the consequences.

Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Good morning” you said, smile so soft and warm. it was such a contrast to your regular serious face you greeted him with the exception of the occasional small smile popping in his direction.

“Uh, good morning Y/N”

“Y/N? why so formal? What happened with calling me “babygirl”? I mean that’s what you’ve been calling me all night” you stretched a little like a kitten waking up from a nap, a little bit of the sheet slipping down revealing your cleavage.

Whoa, were your tits always this good looking?

“Y/N… I mean Baby, what happened last night?”

“You mean you don't remember? I mean after doing it four times I thought for sure you wouldn't forget”, you give a flirty wink.

Hoseok was in total shock. FOUR TIMES! He knew he was a good lover, but for heaven's sake that was too much on a drunken night.

“All I remember is going to a party with Seokjin and drinking a couple of drinks, and then everything goes blank.”

You smiled and blushed. It was as if you both shared a secret but unfortunately he wasn’t able to recall at all “Oh that was some party last night. Especially the one you and I had here. I mean for a man who claims he doesn’t desire me you couldn’t keep your hands off of me” you looked down and traced circles in his chest while the hue of your cheeks went a little more red “Even when it's my first time without a condom it still was incredible!”

HOLY SHIT! He had fucked you without a wrapper. If he was feeling bad before for doing this the fact that you had entrusted him to fuck you without a condom made him feel even crappier. Jung Hoseok was many things in this life but he was a gentleman first and foremost and he would never fuck without a condom, especially on the first go. But how do you tell a girl who is over the moon about your sexual prowess that you remembered nothing?

“Y/N, I'm sorry but last night was a mistake.”

Bad start. He knew better than to start with the M word just as you were happy about this. You started forming the cutest pout with a splash of sadness coming from your eyes. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave to kiss your lips and take away that sad expression. But no, this is time to focus.

“What do you mean a mistake? You were the one who actually begged me to do it. I was saying no, but you kept insisting.”

Hoseok sat up and took his hair off his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This must be wrong, he would never beg a girl to have sex with him. "Ok calm down Hoseok I'm sure you must be dreaming. Y/N isn't here and you are just dreaming. Yeah, you are just having an erotic dream about Y/N"

He rubbed his eyes and even pinched himself, but it was useless, you were still there. Then panic struck him like a hammer. What if he got you pregnant? Damn, he was a goner if Krystal knew what he had done since she hated his guts more than anyone.

“Are you ok, Hobi? You don't look so good”

HOBI? A cute ass nickname? Really? Just how far did all this go?

“I….don't remember anything last night” He said nervously “I am so sorry”

A pained expression covered your face as you clutch to the bed sheets, “But you said you loved me. that you would treat me right. Are you saying you lied to me?”

“Technically it’s not a lie since I don’t remember” he tried to joke it off but that only made things worse because your face was just even more sad. Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, “Again, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I normally dont sleep around so easily. I’m always more focused on my dancing that I never think of girls.

“But what about those other girls you dated? Momo and the other girl?” you asked surprised.

Hoseok sighed and sat up straight. this had been thrown in his face so many times before it was necessary to set the record straight, “Ok so let me clear that once and for all, Momo is my dance partner and nothing else. She and I never dated and it was all a dumb rumor that grew way out of proportion. Besides she’s in a happy relationship with Jeongyeon, the other girl in the picture”

You blink for a second, disbelieving the statement the naked man in front of you had just said. It couldn’t be wrong. All the indications said otherwise, there was no way this could be true.

“But I saw the pictures...And the kiss emoji...you two were so close. And then the tons of girls that you go after.”

“Nope, Momo is completely utterly in lesbians with her girlfriend. Funny you mention that because Jeongyeon believed that same rumor and for the longest time hated my guts thinking I was going to snatch her girlfriend. But that time we went to dinner all together we bonded and she doesn’t hate me as much” He chuckled lightly reminiscing the many colorful threats and hard, cold stares Jeongyeon would throw at him from time to time, “and the other girls are just fans of my dancing and nothing more. I draw a fine line between my fans and myself and I have a rule of never dating a fan. Too troublesome.”

Unbelievable! You think you know a guy and it turns out he’s actually good?? Unreal!

“So you’re not a player?” You ask still blinking in confusion.

“Of course not. I barely go out with friends. Sure girls ask me out and stuff but I mostly just dance, go home, eat, and play videogames. My sex life is pretty dry to be honest. Which is why I’m very surprised I even slept with you”

This was the first of you hearing this. After all this time, you just thought he was always going out and sleeping with different girls, which made hating him easier for you. This entire scene was based on the misconception of this, but it turns out he was just a simple guy who could only think of dancing and if his body was any indication, he truly did it a lot. His abs glimmering in the morning light. You were starting to regret doing this.

You shifted in bed trying to get up scurrying yourself away from him. You needed out of this whole convoluted situation. “Listen Hoseok, I think it’s best if we just put this all behind us. Like you said it’s a mistake and we can just never speak of this again”

“But, you said we fucked without a condom?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, fucked me raw all night. But what does that matter now?”

He saw the precipitation in your eyes. There’s something here more than meets the eye and he wanted you to spill the beans. There was only one way he could get a woman to tell him what he wanted and you were right there ready to do what he pleases.

“I have to take responsibility over this Babe.” the brunet haired Adonis said as his face grew a sneaky smile. “I will have to get you to go out with me and form a relationship….probably even marry you if it turns out you get pregnant”

“Well, you don't have to do that. I mean, this was just something that...happened” You said nervously as Hoseok got closer to you. Each inch making you difficult to breathe, “I can just take the day after pill or something…”

“Oh, but I want to. And I wouldn't mind making you my wife” he said with a very sexy smile. He’s got you cornered just like he wanted you.

“Really?” you said surprised “cause I don't mind that we did it without a condom. I mean we wouldn’t be the first couple to do so... I..I…”

You were interrupted abruptly by a very passionate kiss that Hoseok layed on your lips. It was incredible how easily you felt weak and trembled in his arms as he possessed your lips. You felt the room spin in circles as both of you submerged into kissing each other.

It would be a lie say that you had never imagined yourself kissing Hoseok. Deep down, as much as you grew yourself to hate him you couldn’t really do so. The attractive style, his grace as he walked, the way he seemed to own everything but was never smug about it always pulled you in to him like a magnet. You didn’t hate Hoseok so much as you hated yourself for being attracted to him.

He pulled you close as he deepened the contact you both made instinctively your hands went to his chest and neck. You brain screamed to stop, your heart yelled go, and your body seemed on fire all from just one kiss.

When you both pulled away you were both breathless, lips numb and eyes dark from the passion that formulated within both of you. You had to slap yourself mentally to regain consciousness of reality. This can’t be true! Hoseok would never have feelings for you...right?

“I’m confused, I thought you said...that you didn’t like me” you closed your eyes. The room seemed to spin in its own axis threatening to make you dizzy.

“We said a lot of things online but most of them were fueled by anger I felt. If I’m being honest I didn’t hate our first date. Yes, I will admit I didn’t help make a good impression coming in all sweaty and in my dancing clothes. But overall I had fun and I thought you were cute, peculiar, but cute nonetheless.”

“That’s why the tweets hurt so much for me. I thought we had something but then you went off to complain and then proceeded to date another guy, of course I’d be mad”

Oh my god, your day out with Jungkook! That wasn’t really even a date for you. You felt bad about this whole situation, it was necessary to apologize and tell him the truth of what went on but Hoseok continued talking.

“I was angry at you and then at him but then I became more angry at myself. I was the one who blew it so it’s only natural. I just wanted one more chance to try to mend things but you and I would get into arguments and I must admit I love confrontation with you, it really turns me on”

Your mouth went agape with Hoseok’s confession. This was totally unexpected. You just wanted to prove the point that you were desirable to him but this goes beyond what you expected to get out of him. He took advantage of this moment to continue kissing you his hands spread on your back as he continues to press against you.

Hoseok’s lips spread on your skin beginning with your neck and going down to your breasts. You parted your lips the moment his tongue started getting closer to your bosom but instead of a plea to stop what escaped your lips was a soft moan. Oh how you cursed your body for betraying you.

Hoseok’s eyes looked at you, darkened by the lust he felt as he continued licking and using his teeth on your now hardened nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you and taste you for the longest time. And from here on out you are going to be mine, no more pretty boy for you”

The sexual haze was drowning you to the point of forgetting everything that was going on around you. You needed a moment to think. you needed….

“Hold it right there!”

Hoseok turned to the door and saw Kim Seokjin and Jung Krystal, your personal friends, standing there looking at the couple. Your lover grew angry. “Seokjin this better be good! What do you want?” he said irritated.

“I can't let you take away Y/N’s innocence.”

“What are you going on about Hyung? Innocence? This a private matter between me and Y/N”

Right behind Seokjin, Krystal came out and pushed the rich heir out of the way making her presence be center stage, like the queen she usually was. “Actually no. You and Y/N have never made love to each other” Krystal interjected.

“But last night….”

“You passed out after a couple of drinks. I told you drinking scotch was a bit too hard for you” said Seokjin shrugging his broad shoulders and shaking his head.

The confusion on Hoseok’s face became the most evident. It would explain his lack of memory of any event occurred last night. But was this all really just a ruse? Had all the emotions you displayed right now been a lie?

“And the three of us had a perfect way to prank you” she replied with delight, “well better yet, Seokjin and I made a bet to Y/N that she could pretend to have made love to you. Fortunately for us, she was already buzzed and was looking for a thrill”

You could see Hoseok’s expression changed in that moment. Gone was the smile and the playful smirk and was now being replaced by a stern face. You instantly felt the pang of regret in your chest. If only you had known before about his feelings. Why had you been so blind?!

“I got to say, she is a good actress” said the older hyung, rubbing more salt to the wound.

So it was a prank? He hadn't made love to you? He felt a bit relieved but the other part of him felt angry. Hoseok had revealed his emotions to you so easily. He felt like a fool for trusting you so quickly seeing as how you had previously expressed anger and disgust. That couldn’t have been taken away a in one night and he should have known that.

“How could you do this?” Hoseok said with a somber and serious voice.

“Well at first i did it because Seokjin was going to pay me. When I thought this more I convinced myself that this was payback for all the snarky remarks you did about me being undesirable and i thought what better way to get back at you than to scare you” as you relayed this you could see his face harden with each word until you finished with,

“But then I realized that in reality this was a really great way to get closer to you.”

Hoseok blinked in confusion, “If you wanted to get closer to me then why did you have to make up all this?”

“You think you would have taken time to even get to know me, or even listen to me for more than three seconds without you fighting with me? I wanted to be with you as something more than just the silly girl who you always make fun of.”

Hoseok looked at you tenderly. Even through the competitive nature you both had and the disdain you had always shown him you were a sweet girl. An impulsive one, but sweet nonetheless. He looked at Seokjin and gave him an evil glare.

“Get out now!”

The elder shook nervously behind his tall girlfriend, “Look Hobi-ah we are sorry but please take it easy. We were only having fun.”

“Get. Out. Now!”

Hoseok pulled Seokjin and Krystal out of his bedroom and out of his apartment.

“Wait, what about Y/N? Don't tell me that you are going to punish her?” said Krystal.

“As a matter a fact, I am. My soon to be girlfriend has a thing or two she needs to learn about the consequences of trouble making” Hoseok slamming the door in their faces and directly went back to look at you lying in his bed. His eyes redshot in rage and a stern line on his lips. He walked slowly, like a lion hunting his prey.

“I….I’m sorry” you held the sheets in a tight grip, nervous as Hoseok walked up to you, “I can make this up to you somehow, I didn’t know you liked me and I…”

The moment Hoseok shook right next to your bed, he swiftly pulled you close to him and possessed your lips in one stealthy move. His lips were demanding, pressing you so close to him it gave you no space to breathe or think.

“You wanna make it up to me? How about making that fake scene come true? How about I take your body and mark it mine again and again till you have nothing in your mind other than me?”

His words sent chills up your spine and started a fire in your core. You looked at his eyes, studied his expression as you touched his cheek, then gracing his neck and his chest. Normally your instinct would yell to run and leave, but your body felt numb to instinct craving the attention and the touch of Hoseok’s hands all over you.

“Then make me yours, hot shot. You should know well by now that I never back down from a challenge”

With just a growl as a response, Hoseok pulled away the bed sheets and pushed you down on the bed. He observed your body spread on his bed, waiting for him to fuck you hard and make good on that threat he made. He was determined to enjoy that delicious body of yours slowly till he drove you mad.

Hoseok lowers himself kissing you passionately as his fingers explore your skin, the touch sparking fire on your body, every inch he touched burning. He looked at your nipples for a second as he pinched softly on one of them, the sensation sure to ignite more heat.

But that was just one bump in the road, there’s was much more to explore and have fun with. The moment his fingers reached your core he swiftly entered his digit inside the hot entrance, your pussy already hot and wet from his previous foreplay.

“All hot and wet for me babygirl? You’re feeling rather tight though” with just one finger he started to pump inside “do you think your pussy can take me?”

The challenge, he knew how to get you fired up. You responded to his touch with a soft moan as you grabbed yourself to his shoulders and arched your back. You took advantage of the distraction he had with your breast as he dipped his head to succor your tit to grab a hold of his erect penis, pumping him slowly. The unexpected movement causing him to react to your touch. If he wanted a challenge he’s gonna get one.

“You let me worry about my pussy… unless you think this big fat cock’s not enough?”

Fuck taking this slow, he wanted you right then and there. But just like with dancing he wanted to take this sensual tango for two and make it as long as necessary. He pumped, you pumped, he put another finger inside you while his thumb traced circles to your clit while you tightened the grip on his dick tracing circles on the hot red head. It was all a give and take as you both kept kissing each other almost devouring each other with each kiss.

“Hoseok….i feel like I’m gonna cum soon” you felt the flashes of pleasure come in like a tidal wave and wipe you out in the most delicious way.

You didn’t need to be a psychic to know he had his smug smile come through his face as you descended from your high. Round one went to Hoseok, but the battle wasn’t over yet. “Aww...cumming so soon? And my dick hasn’t even gone inside you yet” he faked a pout.

Your breath hitched for a bit as you closed your eyes on him. Swiftly you push Hoseok on the bed and slithered your way down to his dick, waiting erect and hot for your touch. “Then I guess I better step up my game”

His dick twitched with excitement which brought a smirk to your lips. Your lips sucked the head, the taste salty from his precum. One thing was true, his cock was way too big for you to take. At least with your mouth for sure. You had to use both of your hands to pump while your mouth sucked him in and out at an increasingly slow tempo. Hoseok had slept with many girls in his lifetime but seeing you between his legs bobbing your head and struggling to be able to take his full length inside your mouth was both adorable and erotic. That mouth that once spat vicious things to him was now sucking him off as if life depended on it. He could see you touching your clit trying to get some fun out of this yourself but you opted to just stick to pleasuring him. Your high would come soon after.

But your technique was too good on him in the long run, his orgasm threatening to come any second. You let go of Hoseok’s cock in one pop and it took him all of his inner strength to not come in your face as he saw you; hair messy, lips red from the friction and your eyes darkened in lust.

“Are you not gonna cum for me?” Your catty smile grew wickedly on your face. Seems like you’re both at a tie.

“I’d rather cum inside you” he shifted his weight on his forearms as you lifted yourself back up and kissed him once more. His taste lingered in your mouth triggering a beastly growl from Hoseok as he grabbed your legs to put you in the correct position, grabbing his dick to probe around your hot entrance that was already twitching to be fucked.

The moment his dick entered your core, time seemed to stop. There was no twitter war, no other people, no feuds of any sort. It was just Hoseok and you in a strangely perfect link of body and soul.

For Hoseok, pussy was madness; pleasure feeling so heavenly, the heat feeling like something made from hell. He felt bliss and sin all in one sweet movement of his dick.

You closed your eyes feeling his entire length slowly enter you, the head of his dick gracing the cervix making you see stars so quickly. But Hoseok snapped you back to reality, by literally slapping your ass, eyes fixed on you.

“Look at me while I fuck you, look at me and only me”

“You truly do love an audience when you dance” you said breath shaking with the warning of an impending second orgasm.

“This is my best dance yet, babygirl” he winked, moving his hips slowly and little by little increasing his tempo. Hoseok’s dancing abilities truly shined the moments he fucked you. His hips knew the right force to which to drive you crazy. Soft, soft, hard. Your hips swayed along not wanting to fall back

Your legs locked behind his back as you bounced on his dick. Every second his dick was out, your pussy pulled him right back in. You craved it you needed it like a drug and Hoseok didn’t fall behind. It was crazy just how right you both felt. The crook of his hips gave perfect access for your legs, your beautiful tits bouncing on top of his in the most synchronized way.

“I can’t…I’m gonna cum again...fuck you’re so big inside me”

“Same...your pussy is so good it’s devouring me whole...I can’t wait anymore”

Even while on the verge of an impending orgasm, Hoseok’s mind was knocked into reality. He didn’t have a condom on and cumming inside you would be inconsiderate. And as if you could read his concerns you put your lips close to his ear and whispered: “it’s okay I can take the pill, do good on that promise and mark me as yours Hobi”

“Ffffuuuuckkk!!!” He bellowed as he came on top of you, his hot cum splattering on your insides. Hoseok tumbled down next to you, both of you out of breath and completely dazed after the most amazing orgasm both of you had ever felt.

“This... is way better than a twitter war” you spouted happily as you kissed your brand new boyfriend in his lips.

“Had I known sex would be this great we could have avoided so much shit had we just fucked the first date” Hoseok smirked toyingly.

“Good sir, but I am still a lady!” You feigned indignation, “I never sleep on the first date!”

“Well then, good thing the first one was already over. How about I take you to many more to make up for the one I screwed up?”

“Challenge accepted” you laughed as you continued to lazily kiss each other.

For the rest of the day the two of you decided to just stay in his room where you dedicated the entire day talking about how you felt, about every single misconception between the both of you and of course there was the "obedience lessons".

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