Anyone else remember that "if everyone is special, then no one is" shit?

Man, fuck that noise, boiling down the full fucking spectrum of human existence like the variety of it somehow makes each individual part less, like the many many many kinds of cakes in existences somehow makes chocolate cake less delicious or that birthday cake your sister stayed up late making for you less special, like because there are many dresses in the world it means the dress your mother wore to her wedding and tore walking down the aisle isn't worth any more than the cloth its made of

"Being special isnt special" but cant it be though? Cant you open your fucking pragmatical heart to a bit of romanticism of the day to day? The dog that scared me coming up the stairs isnt fundamentally different from any other golden retriever out there except for that he lives in the apartment next to mine and his owner described him as "nice, just loud", but cant i be delighted that he exists hidden in our no pets apartment block?

How can the reality of everyone being special not fill you with a sense of wonder for us all? How lovely to be in a world where no two people are exactly alike, how wonderful to be in a world full of delightful surprises and even those not so nice, how sweet we all live on this earth together to meet and compare

"If EvErYoNe Is SpEcIaL, nO oNe Is" maaaaan, go fuck yourself, come back when you learn to love fiercely

Ruined Innocence

Pairing: Fallen Angel!Daichi x Angel!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Manipulation, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Tentacles-ish, Forced Bondage, Corruption Kink, Dacryphilia

Summary: Not everyone is what they appear to be and you learn that the hard way.

A/N: This is for @seijorhi 's Deal with the Devil Collab! Masterlist can be found here.

You don’t love the way older angels endearingly pinch your cheeks and fondly ruffle the top of your head, sending you off on your way as they go about their chores. But you love the freedom to explore that comes with your new wings and you flit around heaven, adventuring out to the corners of the beautiful realm, eyes sparkling and mouth open wide in wonder as you see visions and scenes you wouldn’t even have been able to imagine back when you were a human.

Most angels congregate with each other, floating and meandering together as they perform their heavenly duties, content with harmony and unity. But maybe because your newly purified soul is still finding its way, you feel antsy, a very human adventurous streak still driving you as you sniff out remote and quiet corners, eager to see what’s around every corner.

There’s not a hint of wariness or sense of danger as you trek around, squealing as you continue testing your wings. Maybe it’s naivety, but who can blame you? You’re in heaven. Why would you ever think anything or anyone would harm you here?

Little do you know the archangels whisper to each other, sentries standing guard at every known opening between realms as the threat of warfare and espionage increases between heaven and hell after a devastating betrayal by one of God’s own most trusted archangels.

Sawamura Daichi.

It’s a name and a face that God has striked from heaven’s history, wiping the minds of anyone outside his inner circle clear of to maintain peace among the realm. And it works. Maybe too well.

A handsome brunette amusedly smiles at the lack of fear and recognition in your face as you cheerfully greet him, not a care in the world as you perk up and fly over to him, curious about the strange angel you’ve never met before.

Daichi had only meant to sneak in and out, hopefully spy and return back to hell with any secret information he could get out of his old fellow archangels. But like an attuned predator, his attention had snapped at the pretty little fawn he had seen playing in the outskirts of heaven, so vulnerable, so far from the rest of your feathery flock. And his mouth had salivated, something dark and yearning inside of him as he imagined how delicious corrupting your soft and sweet soul would be.

There’s no lack of powerful, beautiful, sensual female entities in hell willing to warm his bed. Daichi knows from firsthand experience, rarely spending a night alone. Even eternity is too short not to indulge in the sins of the flesh. But a part of him misses the docile submissive natures of angels, the thrill of power he feels knowing how easily his more angelic partners would listen and obey to his every whim and fancy. Playing with your food is all fun and games, but Daichi’s always found the actual act of devouring to be the best part of any meal. And you look absolutely mouth watering.

It doesn’t concern you that you’ve never seen this handsome angel before. Heaven is vast and as a novice angel, you’re sure there’s plenty of feathery companions you haven’t met yet. You’re more pleasantly surprised by the fact that there even is another angel in your secluded nook of the realm. And you’re quick to get comfortable with Daichi (although you blush when he so quickly tells you to call him by his first name).

He’s kind and funny. You can tell he’s actually listening to your every word and not just politely nodding like most of the other older angels you’ve met so far. He has a certain vibrancy to him that you can’t pinpoint, something so much more raw and vivid than what you’re used to from the more austere and demure palette of the rest of heaven.

But you startle when Daichi suddenly reaches out and slowly trails his fingers along the soft velvety plush of your wings, eliciting a startled gasp from you and a strange stirring feeling inside of you.

“They’re so pure and white.”

You try to laugh off the way your heart is pounding, the way your body wants to instinctively lean in closer to his warm touch as he continues languidly stroking your wings.

“Don’t be silly, Daichi. I’m sure your wings are just as pure and white, just like everyone else in this realm.”

You’re confused by his silent smile as he continues lacing his fingers between your downy feathers, but you don’t think to question it, not when it feels so right to just melt in the soothing feeling.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you startle awake when someone nudges you, face heating in embarrassment when you realize you’ve fallen asleep quite literally in Daichi’s arms. But you shyly smile when he waves off your profuse apologies, playfully whispering that you can make it up to him by keeping your meeting with him a secret so he doesn’t get in trouble for slacking off on work to hang out with you.

Your lips are sealed and in return for your slightly naughty deal, your heart warms and your eyes sparkle when he somehow finds you almost every day. You’re tempted to make a game of it, wondering if you made more of an effort to hide if he’d still find you. But somehow deep inside you know he would, that it wouldn’t deter him at all. And that thought alone brings a smile to yourself.

Is this what having a soulmate feels like? Do angels even have soulmates?

You know marriage is still a thing in this realm and you can feel yourself falling more and more head over heels for Daichi, letting yourself dream and think of what life would be like married to him, by his side for all of eternity. It would be a wondrous thing. A life full of adventures, laughter, kindness, and warmth. A life where you know you could always depend on him and trust him.

So when he kisses you one day, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in close, you don’t resist. Instead you sigh in bliss as you feel your lips meld against each other. He’s so gentle, so careful as he deepens your connection, coaxing you into following his lead as he maneuvers the two of you on the wispy cloud cocoon beneath your feet.

You feel so loved, so taken care of as he murmurs sweet praises in your ear about how beautiful you are, how soft you are, how sweet you taste. But when you find yourself horizontal beneath him, scandalously molded to his body, hesitation and apprehension have you reluctantly separating your lips.

“What’s wrong?”

His hand cups your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you in concern and you feel more at ease as you nuzzle against his palm, gently pecking the center of it, ignorant of the way brown eyes darken at the action.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

“Can we- Can we slow down a bit? I love you, but we shouldn’t go any further until God blesses our relationship and we’re married. Right?”

It’s adorable how you know what’s right by heavenly standards, what you should and shouldn’t be doing. Yet there’s still a questioning lilt in your voice as you look at him for guidance, ready to take his lead and listen to whatever he says. You really are precious, aren’t you?

“We’ll be together forever. So what’s the harm in indulging ourselves now if we know that we’ll be bound for eternity anyway? Consider it a little sneak peek. Surely God will be forgiving if we go straight to him after this and ask him to bless our union.”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

He internally smirks at how your eyes light up when he expresses his desire to be with you. To his defense, it’s not a lie. He truly does want you with him forever, although he doubts it’s in the way you’re thinking. He’s no mind reader, but he can imagine the scenes of soft radiant glowing days and peaceful strolls hand in hand that race through your mind when you think of love. Unfortunately for you, the reality you’re being sucked into is much darker and much more stationary. (He sincerely hopes you appreciate the costs and efforts he’s gone through to spruce up his bedroom and bed as much as possible for your long-term stay considering it’s the only place he intends for you to see for at least a few centuries.)

This time you welcome him when he swoops down to capture your lips once more, your arms gently wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull him down even closer to you. You bare your neck, easily following his silent commands as he trails kisses down from the corner of your lips to the side of your neck, gasping and arching into him when his tongue swipes a hot wet line at the junction of your shoulder.

You’re nervous as he coaxes you out of your delicate clothing and his cock twitches in interest at how you try to instinctively shield your body from his eyes, your arms crossing your chest, thighs clenching together. So different from the shameless females down below and he enjoys how it feels like he’s unwrapping an exclusive present as he eases your body, comfortingly kissing you as he guides your hands above your head and nudges your legs apart until he’s in between them.

You moan, writhing underneath him in a way that makes him groan as he sucks one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers. And he can’t resist how right it feels to grind and rut his clothed cock against your bare core, chuckling at how you whine and get flustered as he whispers to you about how wet you are, how much of a mess you’re making of his clothing.

You’re so sensitive, so reactive. He wonders if you could cum just like this, nipples toyed with and humping like wild beasts. You certainly look like you’re almost there and a mean smile splays across his face when he wonders what God would think if he saw his baby angel now, a lewd blissful expression blatant on your face, wanton moans filling the air. But time is limited especially when he’s not on his own turf and as much as he’d like to ruin you over and over again right here, right now, he knows he needs to deal the final blow.

He’s quick to shed his own clothing, firmly wrapping your spread legs around him as he finally sinks his cock inch by inch inside of you, throwing his own head back in pleasure as your tight wet walls wrap around him, eagerly sucking him in and clenching around him. It’s like you were made for him, made for this. And his eyes ravenously watch as you mindlessly blabber on and on about feeling full, feeling good.

He doesn’t usually like noisy bed mates, but you might be the one exception and he revels in your wails and broken cries as he begins to move his hips back and forth, observing how his fat cock obscenely stretches your pretty folds as he thrusts in and out. It’s impressive how you’re still hanging by a single fraying strand of consciousness when even seasoned succubi have succumbed into mindless pleasure-addicted messes from his cock. And he gifts the slipping clarity of your mind that recognizes him and calls his name over and over again with skillful circles around your clit, relentless until you’re thrashing and convulsing, practically screaming as you fall over the edge, pussy milking him and begging for his essence.

Who is he to deny you what your body wants? What your body needs? What he himself wants and needs?

So he finally lets himself go, sealing the deal with his own release, eyes twinkling in crazed amusement as his own wings finally flair out, revealing themselves to you for the first time as his body lances with pleasure. A sound halfway between a laugh and a groan escapes him as fear has you tightening around him and if he thought you looked beautiful before, you’re absolutely stunning now, shock and disbelief slicing across your perfect angelic face when you fully grasp the importance of his pitch black wings that shadow the both of you.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me.”

There’s no point in pretending to be gentle now and he forcefully pins your body down, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, biting on your lower lip and lapping at the blood that drips from your now marred face. Delicious. So fucking exquisite.

It’s tempting to continue and as he pulls away to regard you, he can feel arousal swirling inside of him at the sight of glistening tears streaming down your face. But he’s curious about your reaction, eager to hear what you have to say about this utter betrayal.

“A fallen angel…I slept with a fallen angel. How am I ever going to face God now?”

You’re not even looking at him anywhere, eyes glazed over as you mumble to yourself, mind still trying to process everything. And as pretty as you are with agony and sickening realization settling into your features, he scowls at the mention of God, irritation swelling inside of him at how fast you are to think of Him over Daichi, the fallen angel literally still inside of you.

He’s swift in his punishment, reminding you exactly where you are and who you’re with right now as he sharply juts his hips in a way that forces a surprised shriek from you as his cock rubs against your still sensitive walls.

“God isn’t your problem anymore, love. Look at your wings.”

Every part of you still in denial screams at you not to listen, to pretend none of this has happened, is happening. You want to believe God can make this right, that he’ll surely forgive you. But as if you’re in one of those inevitable horror films you used to watch as a human, your head slowly turns to the side, body going rigid when you see the expanse of ebony feathers where heavenly white used to be.

Now this reaction is much more satisfying and Daichi inhales your fear, a cold smile on his face as he watches you flail, wings wildly flapping as you try to somehow shake off the color, praying that it’s all a lie, that it’s not entirely irreversible. But he pins your wrists above your head when you attempt to painfully pluck out your own offensive feathers, peppering humiliatingly affectionate kisses all over your face to placate you.

“Please stop. Isn’t this enough? You got what you wanted. Tricked the silly angel. Made me an exile, a monster. There’s no place for me in heaven anymore. So just leave me alone. Please.”

You shudder at the dark laugh that seems to echo in your ears with his face right besides yours, cringing when you feel his wings droop down to rest against your own in an action far too intimate for what the two of you are.

“It’s not enough, darling. It’ll never be enough. But you’re right about one thing. You’re no longer welcomed in heaven, so let me bring you to your new home.”

You barely have time to understand the meaning of his words before you’re being whisked away, strong arms holding you tightly to a broad chest, the air around you growing darker, heavier, warmer. And then suddenly everything is still and you gasp as you’re thrown onto a silky plush surface, scrambling to sit up only to freeze in terror as you take in the grand and imposing bedroom you’re in, cold realization of exactly whose bed you’re currently on and what realm you’re in sinking in.

“No no no no no...At least let me go to Earth!”

You make to lunge off the bed, but an eerily familiar body forces you back down, once comforting brown eyes now only making anxiety churn alarmingly inside of you.

“I know it’s hard to believe me after all the lies, but I wasn’t lying about one thing. I do intend to be with you forever, so get comfortable, angel.”

You recoil at the mocking sneer associated with the pet name, the ironic use of the word disintegrating any fight left in you when the true hopelessness of your situation makes itself known. And Daichi watches in satisfaction at how you don’t even twitch as black shadows coil around your wrist and ankles, pulling you into a spread-eagled position, leaving your beautiful naked figure on full display for him.

But as despondent as you are mentally and emotionally, your body is already well on its way to adjusting and molding to his desires and he hungrily eyes the way it betrays you, arching and silently begging for more as additional shadow tendrils snake their way on and around every inch of you, some tendrils beginning to make their way in your gaping mouth, your still cum-filled hole, and oh...maybe he should have warned you that he planned on training all your holes, but he does so love the way your eyes blow wide open when a curios tendril wiggles its way into your puckered hole.

“Consider this your new full-time job, angel. Can’t have you living here rent-free after all. Now be good while I’m away and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you and decide they want a taste of a new fallen angel. I guarantee you no one else down here in hell is going to be as patient and kind as I am. Welcome to your new forever home.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, not that you’d be able to utter anything remotely intelligible around your screams and moans and the tendrils fucking your mouth. And as he makes his way to another meeting with Satan, he proudly flaunts his pitch black wings, a thoughtful smile on his face as he thinks of all the plans he has for you.

Hey! I'm thinking of reading Dracula, and knowing that's your eternal hyperfixation, I wanted to ask your thoughts, if you had any comments, suggestions, ect.

HEY WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS SOONER I’M SO SORRY FRIEND

okay okay okay okay (...several people are typing...) SO

the first thing you should be aware of when reading Dracula is that it’s quite Victorian, so you might find it easier, especially on a first read, to get an annotated version (the Norton Critical Edition version is quite good) that puts footnotes in to explain all the outdated references to like, London penny-meat merchants and stuff. I would say it’s significantly easier to read than Lord of the Rings, but because it was written 200 years ago the difference in language means it’s not a simple read. (However, if you have absolutely any attraction to the Gothic aesthetic, Dracula is so very much worth the brainpower to slog through the rougher sentences. Like. “...the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.” The whole book is like that. A bit stilted to contemporary readers, but also breathtakingly spot-on in its Spooky Factor.)

the second thing you should be aware of is that Dracula is extremely gay, but in a Tormented Victorian Closeted way. There’s a part where Jonathan climbs out a window that just. It’s uh. The descriptions are very,, metaphorical-sounding. Again, the whole book is like that, and sometimes it’s very fun and sometimes (lookin at Lucy’s whole thing) it’s significantly more unsettling if you pay attention to the weirdly sexy descriptions of how the protagonists interact with the vampires, but I think that’s part of what I find so fascinating about Dracula--it’s unsettling and strange and the pieces don’t fit together clearly, and I still don’t know quite what to make of it, but all the same the feeling of what Stoker’s saying comes through quite clearly. There’s a reason why so many Dracula adaptations have this narrative of a protagonist falling in forbidden love with the tormented Vampyre, yknow? There’s something so unmistakeably sympathetic about the character of Dracula, even when the narrative of the story goes out of its way to establish that he has no redeeming qualities or even proper personhood, that he’s just a monster. Because there’s something about the story (even without getting into the whole “Mina and Jon murked their boss” thing) that makes a reader wonder if that’s really the whole truth. If there isn’t something tragic about Dracula. If there isn’t something in him, if not of goodness, then at least of sorrow, instead of only fear.

Anyway I digress but I think we all knew that was gonna happen; point is: Jonathan and Dracula definitely had sex, Mina and Lucy were definitely in love, Seward’s got something weird goin on with the old professor (and also he’s just very weird, full stop. sir. sir please stop experimenting on your asylum inmates. sir i know this is victorian england but please Do Not), and Quincey, well, Quincey is an American cowboy with a bowie knife, and I think that’s all we really need to know.

ok and! the third thing you should be aware of is The Racism. Imperialist Britain, yo. Bram Stoker was Irish so like, it isn’t half as bad as some other authors of his time period (Rudyard Kipling anyone), but the racism is real and I don’t wanna gloss over that. The g**sy slur is used with abandon for a huge assortment of people groups, there’s a tacit as well as overt acceptance of the idea that West is superior to East, and because the educational system where I grew up is a joke and I can only learn things if I accidentally fall down the wikipedia hole of researching the insect genus hemiptera, i genuinely still don’t know how accurate the extensive history of Romania recounted in the first third of the book actually is. Oh also casual and blatant anti-blackness is verbalized by a character at least once. I’m pretty sure the racism has a metaphorical place in the framework of Dracula’s storytelling, but I couldn’t tell you what it is because I am not going to bother putting myself in the mindset of a racist white Victorian man. This is the mindset I am trying to unlearn. So: read with caution, critical thinking, and the double knowledge that even as the narrators are meant to be unreliable, so too is the author himself.

Finally, regarding interpretation: so personally I’m running with the opinion that Dracula is, at least partly, a metaphor for Stoker’s own queerness and internal conflict re: being queer, being closeted, and watching the torture his friend Wilde went through when the wealthy father of Wilde’s lover set out to ruin his life for daring to love his son. Whether this is true or not (I think it’s true, but hey, that’s analysis, baby), you can’t understand Dracula without knowing the social context for it (as with all literature--the author isn’t dead, not if you want to know what they were saying), and the social context for it is:

- Stoker was friends with Wilde, growing only closer after Wilde was outed

- Wilde was outed, as I said, because the father of his lover was wealthy and powerful and full of the most virulent kind of hatred. This is especially interesting because of how many rich, powerful parents just straight up die in Dracula and leave the main characters with no legal issues and a ridiculous amount of money, which is the diametrical opposite of what happened to Wilde

- Stoker idolized his mentor Henry Irving. Irving was a paradigm of unconventional relationships and self-built family, in a world where divorcees and children born out of wedlock were things to be whispered about in scandalized tones, not people to love and embrace. Irving was also famous for thriving off of manipulating those close to him and pitting friends against each other. Given the painstakingly vivid description Stoker provides for his titular vampire and how closely it matches Irving’s own appearance and demeanor, Irving was widely understood even at the time of writing to be the chief inspiration for the character of Dracula

- the book is dedicated to Stoker’s close friend, Hall Caine, a fellow writer whose stories centered around love triangles and accumulation of sins which threaten to ruin everything, only to be redeemed by the simple act of human goodness

- Stoker was Irish, but not Catholic (he was a Protestant of the Church of Ireland, a division of the Anglican Church). This may come as a surprise when you read the book and see All The Catholicism, Just Everywhere. Religion is actually a key theme in Dracula--most of the main characters start out your typical Good Victorian Anglican Skeptics, and need to learn through a trial-by-fire to trust in the rituals and relics of the Catholic Church to save them from Dracula’s evilness. Which is interesting. Because not only do these characters start off as dismissive towards these “superstitions” (in the same way they dismiss the “superstitions” of the peasant class on the outskirts of Dracula’s domain), but the narrative telling us “these superstitions are actually true!” cannot be trusted, when you know the author’s own beliefs.

(Bram Stoker is not saying what his characters are saying. This is the first and most important rule to remember, if you want to figure out Dracula.)

- The second-most famous character in the novel, after Dracula himself, is Van Helsing, whose first name is Abraham. Note that “Bram” is a declension of Abraham. What does this mean? I legitimately have no idea. But it’d be a weird coincidence, right? Like what even is the thought process there? “Oh, yeah, what should I name this character that comes in, makes overtly homoerotic statements willy nilly, and encourages everyone to throw rationality out the window and stake some vampires using the Eucharist? hmmmm how about ‘Me’”

ok wait FINAL final note: you legitimately do not have to care about any of this. I love Dracula because it has gay vibes and I love trying to figure it out, like an archaeologist sifting through sentence structure to find fragments that match the patterns I already know from historical research; but that’s not why you should love Dracula. The book itself is just straight up fun to read. Like I said, Stoker absolutely nails the exact vibe of spookiness that I love, the eerieness and elegance and vague but vivid fear of a full moon crossed by clouds at midnight. The characters are intriguing, especially Quincey gosh I love Quincey Morris but they’re very,, sweet? if i can say that about people i, personally, suspect of murder? They come together and protect each other against the terrible threat that is Dracula, and you don’t get that half as often as I’d like in horror media. I don’t even know if Dracula could qualify as “horror” proper, because it’s not about the squeamish creeping discomfort that “horror” is meant to evoke, it’s not the appeal of staring at a train wreck--it’s not horrifying. It’s eerie. It’s Gothic. It has spires and vampires and found family and cowboys, and to be honest, I don’t know what could be better than that.

Tainted Souls (Hoseok)

Summary: Vampires were no longer a myth, the world knew that they were very very real. The world wasn’t ready for it, and they really weren’t ready to find out that all those whacky conspiracy theorists finally got something right. A lot of celebrities were, in fact, undead. Including BTS. Touring constantly, always on the move it was painfully difficult to ensure that they received their meals. Until their manager learned of a business that specialized in vampire fine dining.

Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: sex for pay, biting/marking, dom!Hoseok, sir kink, belting, safe sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), handcuffs, multiple orgasms, praise kink. I think that’s everything but listen this is just pure filth.

Word Count: 5.4K    

Series list: Prologue, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

   Little in life shocked you anymore. You'd long grown used to the strange and absurd until it felt rather mundane. You'd worked at Tainted Souls for five years, three years before vampires had gone public. While you'd never met any other supernatural creatures you highly doubt any of them would surprise you at this rate. For five years you've gone from dabbling in this job out of sheer boredom to embracing the lifestyle it brings. It was a win-win for you. You had rather unusual tastes and vampires often times were able to sate them while also filling your bank account. Not that you ever did anything you didn't agree to for the pay though. Money is great, but you still have a moral backbone. One that's rather warped in comparison to society's backbone but one nevertheless. It's safe to say that after years of working one on one with the undead in rather...intimite fashions...has left very little in the world to shock you. Jung Hoseok however, now he certainly shocked you.    You weren't prepared to see his radiant face as you sat down for your interview. Glowing tan, bright smushable cheeks, sun stealing smile. It wasn't his face that surprised you though, oh no what surprised you was that you knew that face. Now, most would say 'of course, he's internationally famous' but no that's not exactly how you knew Hoseok. And you couldn't help but squirm slightly in your seat as the interview begins and his smile transforms into something slightly more wolfish. Something closer to the Hoseok that you've met once before.    You met Hoseok at Tainted Souls. Not for the first time at your interview, unlike all the other blood types. You would later find out that the interview was a necessity for Big Hit to ensure that you understood the scrutiny your life would be under and the secrecy you would be sworn to but Hoseok...well Hoseok didn't really care about that aspect of the job.    You see Hoseok is a lot more then he lets on. Loud, bubbly, talkative, the depiction of joy yes those are indeed all sides to Hoseok. But he's more multifaceted than that. And just like you, he too has rather...unusual tastes that extend beyond the need to live off of blood. Perhaps unusual isn't exactly how most would phrase it. Kinky. Yeah, that's how most would phrase it. But considering how sweet and funny he normally appears the other side that he buries away from everyone else is a twist, one that you enjoy. You suppose in that sense the two of you are rather peas-in-a-pod. To the vast majority of the world, you look rather unsuspecting, some might even say sweet. Hoseok certainly still thought you sweet, the ripest fruit he'd ever tasted. But his meaning of sweet was far different from the unsuspecting strangers descriptive meaning.    And you can't help but see flashes in vivid technicolor detail of your first encounter with Hoseok in the meeting room at Tainted Souls as you listen to his manager drone on about rules and regulations and travel expectations.    You had received a call from your boss to come into work that day, which wouldn't be unusual if it wasn't for the fact that you had literally just been in last night and Tainted Souls has a strict 'once a week max' feeding policy to ensure that the blood remains tip-top shape and that there's no anemia or any other health problems occurring from blood loss. She had assured you that there would be no feeding, but a client was interested in specific things that your menu matched up to perfectly and they had arranged a meeting with you to allow you to decide if you'd take them on as a client or not.    Tainted Souls is a lot of things, and at first, it might seem like a rather shady business but they're firm believers in consent and choices for the humans on their menu. If the human isn't happy, doesn't feel safe, or even thinks the vampire just isn't their type then they're free to send them on their way to find someone else or go somewhere else. When you work at a place as prestigious and expensive and exclusive as Tainted Souls you are indeed allowed to be picky. And your menu, well unlike some of the other employees, it's rather extensive. One that you've perfected and added to and narrowed down to just your favorites. You have a niche, and it's gained you a good following of clients that you've selected very carefully. Your boss knew your type and after a few years of watching you reject many of the clients she sent your way she started doing it for you. If it was clearly not a type you were interested she would offer another employee with similar menus in order to save her time. In fact, it had actually been nearly 10 months since the last time she'd even given you a possible new client. Not that you were complaining, your books and bank account were rather full anyways. But you couldn't help but grow in excitement and anticipation of meeting this stranger when she said 'trust me on this, you won't be turning him down.'    The first time you met Hoseok you were dressed as professionally and demurely as possible, always fun to leave it up to their imagination. God was your boss right. He was painfully handsome, and you could see his lean muscles flex ever so slightly under his t-shirt as he spoke. He seemed sweet, endearing, kind and that was refreshing but also stimulating. Because you knew, if he was coming to you then that beagle like attitude wasn't the only side to him. But also, if you were honest, you rarely saw a vampire that seemed so human and not completely broken down and unamused by the world and that intrigued you.    "Hi, you must be Hoseok. I'm (Y/N). I hear you're interested in my menu. Just to review this is just a small meeting to get to know one another so we can figure out if we're actually compatible. We'll go over mutual interests, what will and won't be allowed in this relationship, and a little bit more about each other as well if you like."    "It's a pleasure to meet you (y/n). And yes, I'm very interested in your menu. What would you like to talk about first?" You watched his heart-shaped lips form your name, a zing of pleasure coursing through your veins at the silky way it rolled off his tongue. Oh yes, he'd be a new client of yours. You'd make damn sure of it.    "Well, let's talk about my menu first and see what we need to tweak for you. This is, of course, a customizable 'dining' experience. So let's get started. I'm assuming that you're interested in more than just a simple feeding?" You glance up to see his eyes gazing intently at the prominent vein of your neck before traveling over to your lips.    "Much more."    "Good." You quirk your lips up and bat your lashes almost innocently as you read through your menu. "I specialize in a submissive role. Tying and handcuffing are fine, spanking is encouraged, paddling and caning after some time of a relationship and I know your force is possibly on the table but not while this is still new. Oral sex, face fucking, shibari, edging, and breath play are also on my menu. Anal for some, but again that's usually further on down the road no pun intended. I have a list of approved sex toys that I already own as well, but I will refuse anything new that you try to bring in without prior notice and if it's not in new never before opened packaging. Now as for my hard limits I'm fine with being called slut but I refuse the word whore and if I'm being very honest with you degrading names aren't my favorite in the world but some, such as slut, can be used occasionally. Too much though and I will end the session.  I enjoy a good debauchery, not to be demoralized for my job. You'll also notice that you do have to be tested before the session. We understand that as a vampire you shouldn't carry any diseases as there are only two known STDs that can possibly be afflicted on your kind and they're still rather rare, but two is still a possibility that I'd rather not have. Ah! I almost forgot! Threesomes with approved parties aren't off the table, but the key word there is approved parties. I won't meet with you outside of work so you'll have to schedule this accordingly." You give a small smile but internally you feel yourself light up at the way you see his fangs show and you know that oh yes he is very interested. "Now that we've gotten all that out of the way I'd like to know what you're interested in." You hand over a copy of your menu and a pen so he can go through and check the boxes off.    He leafs through it for a brief second before you watch him hastily mark one, two, three and then finally almost every single box. You watch a wide grin stretch on his face as he fills in the last box and scribbles something else in before handing it back. He settles back into his seat, legs spread wide and hands lacing behind his neck as he watches you. Your eyes dance around the words in elation at his preferred name. Oh yes, Hoseok was certainly going to be a pleasure to work with.    "Do you have any questions for me?"    "When can we get started?"

   The next time you would meet Jung Hoseok would be in your own room at Tainted Souls. Some of the others shared rooms considering that employees were only allowed to come in once a week so newer ones would be assigned to the common rooms that were open but you had been there long enough to acquire your own little space. It was simple, with soft pinks satins and silks that looked oh so delicious next to all the sinful goodies tucked away in various places. You had plucked, preened, waxed, and oiled yourself to perfection for this. There was something about the feeling of your skin being perfectly smooth against silk sheets while getting railed that was just utterly tantalizing.    You find yourself zipping around the room excitedly as you start pulling everything out for display. A small treasure chest of toys sits open at one side of the bed. On the other, you've laid out some ropes, silk ties, and handcuffs before finally pulling out various lubricants on the nightstand. Just as you glance over into the various mirrors positioned around the room you hear a small knock at the door and you almost trip over yourself to open it up. You're not sure what you like more, Hoseok in a t-shirt and jeans or Hoseok in the pristine suit before you.    "Pleasure to see you again, Hoseok." You step back from the door and watch him walk in, your eyes lingering on his ass before shutting the door and walking over to his side. "How was your day?" You help him take off his jacket, placing it carefully on the coat rack by the door before turning back to him. He gives a lopsided smile, one that unlike in your first meeting isn't all sunshine and butterflies but carries more the scent of a predator catching its prey.    "Fine and dandy, and I'm sure yours was as well. I don't mean to be rude, but I highly doubt either of us are interested in making small pleasantries and really I'd rather spend my time buried in your wet heat. Wouldn't you agree? I have all sorts of plans for you." His nose is skimming across your neck, eyes glazed red at the feeling of your vein so temptingly close to him.    "And what plans are those, sir?" You say the last three syllables with syrupy intent, and you feel desire spike at the way his body language changes and tenses, soft lips falling open and eyes closing at the word before he's pulling your hips flush to him. His lips ghost over your ear as he speaks, goosebumps rippling over your flesh and lust climbing its way down your spine at his low voice.    "Well for one, I want to taste your blood but I suppose you've already gathered that. I want to see your pretty little knees on the floor for me, I want to watch you try to take every bit of me in that cute little mouth of yours. I want to watch you fall apart over and over. I want to see that pretty ass of yours turn red and purple. I want to watch you fall apart over and over on my cock. I want to fuck you in every position. I want to tie you up and watch how you writhe under me without being allowed to touch me. Oh, there's so much more, but most of all I just want to fuck you so hard that the only man or vampire that can ever satisfy your needy little cunt again is me." A small whimper of need leaves you, and it takes every ounce of self-control to not just fall to your knees right then and there. It's been too long since you've met someone who seems as comfortable in their skin and so dominant and it makes your core throb at thoughts of what's to come.    "My safe word is cherries." Your words come out slightly shakey, lust choking the syllables in your throat slightly. His lips crash onto yours with fervent force, your hands ball the bottom of his shirt instinctively. He tastes like cherry chapstick, and it's addictive the way his tongue tangles with yours with dominant flicks. It's heavenly the way his hips rotate so smoothly and rhythmically into yours, his rapidly hardening dick brushing up against you as you mewl into his mouth. His hands dig into the soft flesh of your thighs before picking you up with ease and wrapping them around his waist as he backs you into a wall.    His fangs press slightly into your bottom lip and he laps away the tiny dots of blood that come up with a groan. "God, you are just the sweetest fucking thing aren't you?" You preen under his praise, a small jerk of your hips into his at the words. His lips press bruises into your neck and decollete in between speaking to you. "Ah, praise. You enjoy praise don't you little girl?" A tiny yes pops out from your lips. Usually, this is about the clients and only the clients but for him god you want more. You want this to be about both of you for once, and while it should terrify you, instead, you just fall deeper at the grin adorning his swollen lips. "Keep being such a good girl and I promise I'll praise you."    "Yes sir, I'll be a good girl for you, sir!."    "Mmm. I bet you will." His hands trail gently over your breasts, your nipples puckering under the light touch as his mouth falls back on yours. You're not sure where to touch, you want to feel everything. From his hair, down to his neck, onto his firm chest and down to the buckle of his belt where it rests for a moment before quickly toying with the buckle. His hands grip at the flesh of your breasts with force as he pulls back and looks at your hands. "Did I say you could take off my belt?"    "No, sir." Your hands fall limply to your sides and you try to tamp back your own need to explore his body as he plants your feet back onto the ground.    "I didn't think I gave you that right. I thought you already knew, a good girl like you should be asking for permission and yet you didn't do that did you?"    "No sir." Your eyes fall onto the ground, the words coming out as a grumble as your hands ball up into small fists.    "What was that?" You can see elation in his eyes though, something bubbling under the surface at your bratty response.    "I..." You gulp at the twitch in his jaw, his fangs shining as he opens his mouth and tongue skims his bottom lip. "I said no sir, I didn't ask for permission."    "Hmm, I would've let it go but I'm not exactly fond of your grumbling." He unzips your dress quickly, his head tilting to the side as he drinks in the sight of your soft pink lace set. "On your knees."    You fall swiftly to your knees and almost reach up for his buckle before your hands fall back. He hasn't told you what else you can do yet, and while a part of you almost wants to be bratty you really would rather have him inside you sooner than later so instead you look up at him with a jubilant smile.    "Good girl." Something melts at the way he coos the words out before you feel your mouth run dry and panties stick to you as he swiftly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He pulls his dick out of the confines of his brief but doesn't move to take any of his clothing yet, and a part of you hates that you don't get to see his legs bare but you know better than to complain. "Open your mouth for me, baby."    You open wide, tongue pushing slightly past your lips as he strokes himself. He's lean and long, precum spilling out and you can't help but groan at the sight. He gives a dark chuckle before he's weaving one hand through your hair and pulling you onto him in one go. You gag at the intrusion of his cock running quickly and forcefully past your molars before relaxing as it almost hits the back of your throat. You maintain watery eye contact with him as you swallow around before he begins pushing his hips rapidly in and out. There's no warm-up period for you, no this is a punishment for your brattiness. But you're well apt in this department and after the first gag there's just the sounds of wet movements and your muffled moans. "Shit baby girl, your mouth is fucking fantastic. To think you can take my dick so well in that cute little mouth of yours."    "Unnnh!" Your moan at the praise comes out awkwardly from the constant movement in his mouth, and you can see him beam down at you at the noise. His thrusts grow faster, your jaw beginning to ache at the movement and you feel yourself begin to drip down onto your thighs. You need relief, you need some sort of friction to help you get through this but you keep your hands staunchly behind your back. It's deliciously painful to feel that ache in your core and to know that Hoseok is in charge of whether or not you'll reach your own climax tonight. You watch his eyebrows scrunch together, eyes clamping shut and bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. A lesser man would be a sweaty, panting mess. But he's a vampire so sweating takes extreme exertion, and he's also clearly a man of steel reserve who won't break this easily.    You run your tongue over the bottom of his dick with each move, swallowing in time to the rhythm he's set. You know it's just a matter of time before you'll be given the pleasure of what you hope will be just the first orgasm of the night. His hands grip harder through your hair, your scalp zinging at the force and tears spilling out at the lack of oxygen as he pushes you down further as he spills into you in thick spurts, far enough back that unfortunately you don't taste much.   He pulls back with a throaty groan as you swallow the remnants left behind before sticking your tongue out to show your cleaned plate. "If it weren't nearly impossible to kill me I'd say you'd be the death of me." He pulls you up to nuzzle into your neck, his fangs lingering for just a moment before he's pulling back. He watches intently as he snaps off your bra and you let it slip off your shoulders and onto the floor with a light thud. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. You've been so good for me, but I think I still want to play."    He picks you up with ease and places you onto the edge of the bed before turning you over. You prop yourself up on your elbows and turn around to see him pulling his belt off with a devious glint in his eyes. Two things run through your head. Elation at the thought that perhaps he's about to use that belt. The second being a small zip of uncertainty at his force, a slight bit of fear running through you. He pauses when he sees your eyes growing wide and eyebrows raising up as he winds the belt around his hand before cracking it into the air. "It's okay (y/n). I can just use my hand if you'd prefer, or we don't even have to do anything at all. This is about your pleasure too, not just my own. If it concerns you we don't have to do anything else." His words come out soothingly and gently, and you know then that you can trust him. He wants this to be about pleasure, not pain.    "You can use the belt sir. I can take it." You grin under the kiss he pulls you into, his lips melting onto yours for just a second before he's pulling away and back to drink in the view from behind.    "What a good girl. I think just for that we'll do just three. Count for me."    "Yes sir." You wait with a bated breath for the first blow. It comes straight across your ass, the sound of the crack reaches your ears before the zing of pain and pleasure comes to you. "One!" The second comes down harder this time, your flesh rippling and you know it'll be hard to sit down for a while. "Two!" The third comes down hardest, the crack echoes through the room and you feel your wetness pool out as you choke out, "Three!" His hand rubs soothingly at the marks left behind and you look back into the mirror behind you to see the flesh red and angry under his hands.    "That's my good girl, you did so well." Pride beams through you at the praise before a choked moan spills out at the feeling of his fangs pressing into your ass. It's nothing deep, nothing that would bring enough blood to satisfy his thirst but it will mark you that's certain. And the thought of seeing his marks left all over you for days to come has your head spiraling into lewd thoughts. "Ah, just so sweet for me." You can hear the slick sound of your panties detaching from your core as he slides them off of you. You don't even have time to think before his tongue runs a long stripe along your core.    "Ah, fuck!" Your knuckles turn white as you grip the bedsheets, a shiver running through you at the lightest touch of relief before you hear him grab something on the bed. It takes a moment for you to realize what's going on as he grabs hold of your wrists and you face plant into a pillow before you feel cool leather encompass your wrists and hold them into place. His fingers dance along your back before dipping down your drenched folds and quickly inserting two fingers.    "Look at you, dripping and cuffed. God, I've wanted to see this sight from the moment I laid eyes on you, but I have to tell you baby girl this is prettier than I ever imagined." A whimper of need falls out from you as his lips attach to your clit. It doesn't take much time what with the lewd sucks and curling fingers for you to reach your first orgasm.    "Sir, oh god, I'm going to cum!" Toes curl, muscles spasm, and you feel yourself clench around his fingers.    "Cum." His words shoot fireworks behind your eyes, a scream ripping out of you as your hips rut into his hands and ride out the pleasure. You move your head slightly at the loss of his fingers and mouth and you watch with interest as he unbuttons his shirt slowly.    "Sir, sir please let me touch you." You pull yourself up, hands twisting in their confines as you watch his tanned skin and firm chest finally make an appearance.    "You want to touch me?"    "Yes please, please let me touch you, sir."    "Hmmm, maybe in a bit love. Right now I just want to buried in that tight little cunt of yours." A slight part of you cries out at the thought of not touching him, but lust rears back up stronger than ever at the realization that he's going to be inside you soon. You watch with hungry eyes as he strips down, honey skin and lean muscles on full display as he fists his leaking cock before walking over to your condom choices. "Which one's your favorite?"    "Ah, the ribbed Durex ones are my personal favorite." You watch him pick up the purple foil and tear it back before slipping the condom on. It feels like an eternity before he's finally behind you, pulling you by your ankles to the edge of the bed and lifting your hips up as he pours a generous amount of lubricant on.    "Tell me, baby girl, have you ever been fucked so hard that you can't even walk properly for a few days?"    "No, sir." It's true, even with all the vampires you've bagged you have excellent stamina and your recovery time is never as long as a few days. You feel yourself whine at the dark chuckle that emanates behind you.        "Then tonight is your lucky night." With that he pushes in swiftly, bottoming out almost instantly. His hips still for a moment, allowing you to pulse around the stretch and finally get comfortable. Soft mewls fall out of you as he moves back slowly. "You are so fucking tight and so fucking perfect. Let's see how much of this you can take, hmm?" His hands grip your hips as he bucks into you quickly, all thoughts become incoherent as he sets into a rapid pace. The slight curve of his dick pounds your g-spot with each movement, and the ribs and studs along the condom have you shuddering and writhing under him. Sweat prickles your skin as you feel your second orgasm coming, moans stuttering out of you with each thrust.    "Sir!" You try to make out the rest of the words, but his hand falling into swift circles along your sensitive clit has you shrieking underneath him. Your second orgasm hits you harder, body writhing and jerking as stars blur your vision.    "Good girl, fuck, oh fuck you're so fucking tight." Your mind is too hazy to realize that your hands are finally free until he twists you into missionary. While typically it's not your favorite position the idea of finally being able to see Hoseok in all his glory has you clenching around him again, excitement taking over the oversensitivity.    Greedily you feel around his chest and abs before hands fly up to his face and skim along his sharp jawline. "You're so handsome..." The words come out just a whisper, and you watch his face light up into the most beautiful grin you've ever seen before he's thrusting back into you and your teeth clack shut.    "Ah, fuck, ah. You're so fucking good to me, you're so fucking tight. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this!" His mouth latches onto one nipple and clamps down, his fangs sinking into the sensitive flesh and leaving behind an angry mark before he repeats it on the other one. His hips leave bruises in their wake as he slams into you, your legs shaking around him as moans pour out of you.    "Fuck, fuck!" Your head is reeling, placed in the most delicious world of pleasure and pain as you watch him finally nuzzle into your neck. "Bite me, please Hoseok!"    He stills at the use of his name, a dark whisper moaned out, "You're mine, don't forget that," before he sinks deep into your vein. It's almost searing, the burn and the lust that consumes you as you feel him lap up your blood. It only takes one, two more thrusts before he's spilling inside the condom as he laps up the last bits of your blood.    "They weren't kidding, you really do taste just like honey. Maybe that's what I'll call you now, honey." His lips are twisted in a grin as his tongue swipes away any last drop remaining on his lips before you're pulling him into a needy kiss.

   Your thoughts are pulled back into the present as you watch Hoseok lick his lips while his manager finally finishes speaking. "Well, I think that just about sums up everything (y/n). You have glowing recommendations, and as long as everything here is something that you can work with we'd love to have you here."    "It would be my pleasure." You stare at Hoseok, flashing him a smile dripping in lust as you take the stack of paperwork from the manager and fill out all the various forms. It's only a few more minutes before you finally find yourself standing alone with Hoseok in the hallway.    "I suppose it makes sense now why I haven't seen you since last time." You want to be a bit annoyed considering you've had that first, and last, interaction on your mind for over a month now but it's impossible with him finally next to you. It's kept you awake at night, needy hands falling into place with the desire that ignites from the memory. From his grin and sweet words to the way he marked and claimed you, Hoseok had fully taken over your thoughts and no one else had come even close to flooding your system with need the way he did. Perhaps it was the stark contrast from his sweet face to his dark intentions. You suppose that in that sense, the two of you are much one in the same.    "Missed me?"    "Yes." You watch Hoseok give another sun stealing grin before looking around the hallway and pulling you in for an almost innocent peck.    "You know, I came to scout you guys out before they confirmed anything. My manager still has no clue I went, but god I'm so glad I did. And if I'm honest, you're the only girl I allowed them to interview for my spot. My manager was going to kill me if you didn't take it and we had to start searching through that stack of resumes all over again."    "Hmmm, I suppose this means that I'm technically all yours now?"    "Yep, no need to schedule anything. Just you and me, honey."    "I like the sound of that. Although you could have explained all of this before you know."    "Ah, I like the element of surprise!" You nestle into his body as he slings his arm around your shoulders.    "Hoseok?"    "Hmm?" He stops walking to peer down at you through his long lashes.    "I'm really glad you came to Tainted Souls. And I'm also glad that you asked for me here. It's a lot, but for you, I think I'm more than willing to commit to it."    "That's my girl." You can't help but blush under his words, gazing down at your feet for a moment as you recall him uttering 'you're mine' before sinking his fangs into you last time. Perhaps you weren't the only one who wanted more. Whatever would happen though, you knew that with him it would always be fun, different, a little wild. You might not have the most 'acceptable' of jobs, and you might have a rather odd relationship for those on the outside looking in, but really you get to be with Hoseok and that's all that matters.    

Via: Alex Myles

“A Major Shift is here! You will no longer tolerate things you allowed in the past. It is now time for a brand new beginning.

Since ancient times entities that light up the skies have held spiritual meaning, as they were believed to be divine messengers sent from the cosmos.

Every particle of light we see is made up from photons, which are believed to hold multi-dimensional energy travelling through space containing data and information possibly from millions of years ago.

When we sense and decode the messages hidden within light particles, we then open up to the highest level of consciousness, awakening, and enlightenment. This process is known as ascension, as we transcend the physical state and communicate with the non-physical by absorbing and channeling highly charged energy through our chakras.

Metaphysical is a word used to describe life-force energy that is not physical; therefore, it is not always possible to see it. Unfortunately, when we rely only on our five senses, we miss out on a huge part of our human experience, as non-visible energy is vital, intuitive life-force energy, full of wisdom and knowledge that can guide and transform our lives.

Cosmic events are embraced and celebrated by many as periods of spiritual awakening or cleansing; those who are highly sensitive to energy often notice that whenever something occurs close by in the cosmos, they experience enhanced intuition, vivid dreams, premonitions, heightened emotions , and their physical body feels as though it is vibrating highly. This may cause them to feel irritable or fatigued due to the energy shift occurring, which is believed to result in cellular changes and DNA upgrades.

When we perceive ourselves as energetic beings of light with no separation or limitations, our energy is elevated immensely, and we gain access to infinite possibilities and opportunities.

One of the main things we notice during an energy shift is that we start to look for deeper meaning in our lives, and the reason for this is that we are pushed to recognise our mission here on planet Earth. We also find that we are put in situations where we are forced to discern whether our intentions and motivations are authentic, and if we are in alignment.

Even if we have already decided upon the course of action we need to take to achieve our soul’s purpose, cosmic events shake us up so that anything that is not aligned with our plans falls away, and we can go on to be lighter and freer in all that we do.

This is often why people feel anxious and irritated during solar storms, full moons, eclipses, planetary movements, and meteor showers—as a window, known as a portal, opens up so that we see our lives and those around us with clarity, and we particularly focus on our intimate relationships. Whenever there is cosmic activity, the illusions fade away and the masks that people wear come off, so we are able to see our entire existence clearly—and sometimes it is not a pretty sight. However, this offers us the opportunity to detox and clear out anything or anyone that is harmful, or that holds us back.

We are about to experience the peak of the Capricornids and Delta Aquariids meteor showers. It is believed that shooting stars (which are visible as meteor showers) have metaphysical energy that contains a vast amount of data, dating back millions of years. Some also believe that the light we see is an angelic entity from a higher dimension that travels toward our planet at immensely high speed. This is the reason the phrase “wish upon a star” is used, as it is thought that when we make contact with a travelling star (angel), our consciousness interacts with its powerful metaphysical energy; thus, our wish will come true.

Cosmically, everything happens in sequences, and we are currently ending one of these sequences, the eclipse cycle, and beginning a new one with the “Black” New Moon. This kicks off the first of 3 Super Moons in a row —known as a super moon triad.

Unlike regular moon energy, in which the energy lasts for a few days, the highly charged, intense, life-altering energy of this trio will be felt pretty much consistently from this super moon until the super moon at the end of September. Those who are highly sensitive to energy will already have been sensing the intensity in the atmosphere and will have noticed that although there have been high and low periods, the intensity has remained at a peak.

During super moon triads masses of luminous energy infiltrate Earth’s atmosphere—and absorbing it can be over-stimulating, which may make us feel emotional, drained, and fatigued. The universe is constantly communicating with us by offering synchronicities, signs, symbols, and offering subliminal messages, which we can decode to enhance our earthly experience.

When we receive this information our senses are alerted, and we notice them as goosebumps, déjà vu, chills, shivers, or through visions and dreams. We might also sense and feel energy such as orbs, sparks or flashes of light, noticing energy warming the palms of hands.

It is also common for people from our past reappear, so we have the chance to finally learn a valuable lesson, to make amends, or to forgive and release the past once and for all.

We are also now entering a solar storm, due to a coronal hole on the sun. Research has found that Geomagnetic Storms can cause us to experience Huge Energy Shifts, as our human Electromagnetic field absorbs incoming celestial elements – which can alter and transform us at Cellular Level.

During Solar Storms, masses of luminous energy infiltrate Earth’s atmosphere, and this can feel overstimulating; so we may notice our energy, as well as the energy of the people around us, feels super intense, as though everyone is more irritable, emotional, anxious, fatigued, spacey, or stressed out than normal.

Solar Storms are known to desynchronize our circadian rhythm (our internal biological clock that controls our sleep and wake times.) This is due to our Pineal Gland being affected by Electromagnetic Energy, producing an increase in Melatonin — thus disturbing our sleep and throwing our intuition and inherent orientation out of sync. Therefore, we may suffer from disrupted sleep patterns, exhaustion, and vivid dreams during a solar storm, and we also may have enhanced intuition and psychic awareness.

Our Pineal Gland, also known as our “third eye” senses Light and is associated with Enlightenment. It is believed to enhance Psychic Awareness, Activate Consciousness, and be the connection between the Physical and Spiritual world. When our third eye is fully open, we have the ability to see things not normally visible to the naked eye, such as past and future events, thought forms, energy, and spirits.

Common symptoms people experience during Energy Shifts

Pressure headaches

Feeling out of sorts, or unbalanced

Flushes

Dizziness, nausea

Exhaustion

Ear ringing

Difficulty focusing

Confusion, foggy mind, forgetful

Temporarily misplacing items

Disturbed sleep patterns

Anxiety, stress, irritability, sadness

Nervousness, worry, fear

Overwhelm

Heightened awareness, enhanced intuition, insights that seem to appear from ‘nowhere’

Difficulty tracking time (time either feels too slow or at great speed)

Noticing synchronicities, i.e. certain number patterns reappearing

Premonitions, intense dreams or nightmares

Struggles with communication

Electronic devices malfunctioning

The reason for much of the above is that our personal vibration is on a frequency that is much lower than the vibration of the new energy incoming from the Sun / Universe.

To benefit from the Energy Shift and lift our vibration so that we raise our Consciousness Awareness and ease any negative symptoms, we can do the following:

Drink plenty of filtered water (not tap water).

Take saltwater baths.

Meditate and remain aware of recurring thoughts and feelings.

Avoid caffeine and alcohol.

Spend time in Nature.

Consume high vibrational foods, such as fruits and vegetables.

Remind yourself that everything in the universe is made up of energy and that conscious thought and intention can instantly alter how we think and feel.

Breathe deeply, forgive, release, and surrender.

Practice Kindness, Compassion, Acceptance, and Empathy.

Remain aware of recurring thoughts and feelings.

When possible, temporarily disconnect from technology, and anything that feels energetically toxic or draining.

Listening to Binaural Beats can really help balance and Cleanse Energy Fields during Space Storms.

What to expect during an Energy Shift

Heightened Emotions — Intuition & Sensitivity,

Nostalgia — Memories

The Past Resurfacing

Restlessness

Fatigue

Strange Dreams / Nightmares

Overall, we are receiving an opportunity for major personal transformation—to remove blockages and old patterns, to realise and manifest our purpose, and to expand our conscious awareness. If we are willing to actively attune and integrate this cosmic energy, instead of fearfully resisting it—and if we are able to remain positive and open so that we adapt at a fast pace to the constant changes taking place—we can take advantage of this opportunity.

**Disclaimer: If you experience any of the symptoms listed here and you have concerns, please seek the advice of a medical professional. The above symptoms are commonly noted during geomagnetic storms, however, there may be other medical-related causes.

Alex Myles”