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astroaid · 3 months

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Capricorn Rising 2024 Predicts

Accuracy dependent on entier chart. this is general and not a personal read.

Feb 9 - New Moon in Aqua

[More likely to be noticed if you have placements in aqua. The planet in aqua & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This is your 2nd house of resources (income, possession, money, etc). This new moon can be a good time to plan for a change in this area. You may feel inspired to budget, make purchases, better your work ethic.

Pluto is here as well. It will temporarily return to Capricorn Sept-Nov 2024. But after Nov 19, 2024 it is here in aqua for the next 20 years. Pluto is bringing destruction and rebirth to your 2nd house. You may begin to desire a new way of creating income.

When the new moon occurs mercury is in your 2nd too. You may be having conversations about your resources. You could be writing out budgets or manifestations as mercury is communication. You could be considering or starting to learn about something that will later help you make money (university, first aid certificate, etc).

Mars (feb 13) and venus (feb 16) will join mercury and pluto in aqua this month. This makes feb a 2nd house theme month. Watch out for overspending on purchases you do not need as mars can bring impulse and venus can bring indulgence. These two together can bring passion too, if you do create a plan to work on your income, you have the willpower.

Feb 24 - Full Moon in Virgo

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in virgo. The planet in virgo & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This brings a full circle moment in your 9th house. You could be finishing or applied to an educational program. May be going on or planning a trip. These are very generic examples.

Full and new moons aren’t always note worthy events in our lives. If you do remember starting something under the virgo new moon (sept 2023) it is coming full circle now.

Mar 10 - New Moon Pisces

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in pisces. The planet in pisces & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This is a good time to begin things regarding your 3rd house. Communication, transportation, siblings, community, interests.

Mars will be here on mar 22, this brings the motivation to put your plans into action. This can bring arguments with siblings too. Mars is impulsive, if you’ve already been frustrated, you could explode.

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse Libra

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in libra. The planet in libra & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This is in your 10th house. This further emphasizes that this year, you may naturally begin to desire change in your career and income.

The south node has been here since July 17 2023 (and will stay here until Jan 28, 2025). Indicating, you could be feeling drained by your current work. You are being pushed to be independent and make the changes you want.

April 1-25 Mercury retrograde

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in aries. The planet in aries & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This is your 4th, you may be experiencing delays around the home. Miscommunication and being misunderstood in the home/family.

But don’t let retrogrades stress you out. Think of it as mercury double checking everything is in order. If things are going fine in the home, there may be nothing note worthy. But if things are chaotic and need order, those areas will expose themselves now.

Retrogrades are usually the time people reach out to people from the past. You or someone else may reach out for reconciliation or one last conversation for closure. However, not every personality type needs or wants to dwell on the past. And this is your 4th house so unless it is someone in the home or you’ve lived with, it might not be likely. So this is very dependent on personality types of the people you knew and yours.

April 8 - Solar Eclipse in Aries

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in aries. The planet in aries & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This can signify a new start in your home or family. Maybe some ones having a kid, adding a roommate or someone is leaving the home creating a new home environment. These changes generally take 6 months to come to fruition.

When this occurs, mercury will be in retro in aries and chiron, venus + north node will be in aries. People may be feeling fiery than usual in the home or family. You may have conversations (or arguments) but with venus there is a chance these lead to resolution.

April 20 - Jupiter + Uranus conjunct in Taurus

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in taurus. The planet in taurus & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

Uranus is bringing a sudden and unexpected energy to your 5th house (romance, children, creation/creativity, entertainment, drama). But with jupiter it is likely a positive event. It’s hard to say exactly what because it is unexpected and sudden due to uranus.

Due to the home and family focus on april, for some it is likely their is a surprise addition to the family. It is also likely you or someone you know could conceive during this time.

April 23 - Full Moon Scorpio

[More likely to be felt if you have placements in scorpio. The planet in scorpio & its degree + aspect will tell you more about it influences]

This is your 11th of social circles/friendships and long term dreams/goals. The new moon was in nov 2023, if you started something it may be ending now.

#astrology #astrology observations #capricorn rising #capricorn first house #solar return observations

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earls-wife · 9 months

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Je T'aime

Warnings: pining, flirtations, fluff, a hint of a naughty innuendo

Prompt based on the line: You’re blushing so hard, all I said was I love you in French.

Notes: It is canon OCiel speaks French fluently and is capable of speaking and understanding Latin to an extent. French translations are at the end of the drabble for your hearts pleasure.

OCiel = Astré, for why please click my name and read the welcome section. Astré is ALWAYS aged up!

This falls before anything written so far for the Earl and His Wife's story so far. Not quite happy with it, but I've been tweeking this one for months now. Love seeing the hearts y'all! Makes me smile, so thank you.

Also, I do not know French. I love the language but have no understanding of the lovely words. So sorry if it's all wrong.

As always female reader

Je T'aime

“Miss, please do pay attention. French is not an easy language to learn after all.” The tutor,aging in years, chatacised her again. With a sigh of defeat the young woman let her attention slide from the beautiful River Thames to her professor once more.

The sun was bold and bright the afternoon they had met again.

He was out with Elizabeth, promenading as she loved to do with him whenever she could pull the lord away from his piles of paperwork. The sole reason he let her today was because he knew a certain young woman was present in a outdoor class. She had returned from her tour of Europe recently after four years of being away. Ofcourse, Elizabeth, insisting on a walk was nothing but a chance for him to see his hearts desire once more. If only she would notice him. Acknowledge him.

“Oh look it’s Professor Drake!” Elizabeth exclaimed, pointing out the bumbling teacher.

“Yes, he seems to have quite the class today.” Astre mumbled eyes intent on a woman in a white and blue gown fit for the summer weather. A large brimmed hat set with assorted blue flowers shielded her face from the sunshine that kissed her with love. Among the other ladies she stood out in his mind. Four years it had been. Would she remember?

“Shall we get closer? I always did enjoy his lessons.” He smiles, eyes sparking at his cousin's gullible nature not answering except to venture closer to his prey in the sun.

“Now, French is quite the impressive language but it can be quite difficult to master due to the English language being so harsh compared to French. Would you be so kind as Miss to pronounce the next phrase in your book?” Professor Drake asked the woman in white and blue, no doubt checking if she had indeed paid any attention to his lecture.

“On n’est point toujours une bête pour l’avoir été quelquefois.” She says getting caught in the jaw movements that she always fell victim to. The beautiful language sat so far back in her throat and she blushed ashamed of making the lovely phrase of wisdom sound so terrible.

“You still are trying to pronounce things to hard, try to relax and let the phrase roll from the tongue.” Drake sighs.

“On n’aime que ce qu’on ne possède pas tout entier.” The responding phrase to her badly pronounced French sounded angelic as it met everyone’s ears. Even Elizabeth stood silently listening for her cousin speak again.

Recognizing the voice, given it had matured in their time apart, the young woman glanced over her shoulder at the Lord Phantomhive.

“Ah, yes thank you my lord for that wonderful pronunciation. The ladies are surely to understand better now. Class dismissed.” Left to be picked up by their attenders the women stood together talking amongst themselves. The woman in white and blue hadn’t moved though instead smiling at the Earl.

“Elizabethdid you not want to continue with your French lessons? Professor Drake seems available to speak with you now.” Astre says smoothly successfully awaiting his cousin and leaving him with the woman in blu he had known for years in passing.

“I hadn’t expected to see you my lord.”

“Nor I you.” He found his mouth drying out as he drank her in. She was every inch the woman he dreamed of and pined for.

“Should I thank you for saving me from embarrassment or were you showing off?” She twitters to him amused while brushing a stray curl back into place.

“Depends on one’s definition of showing off. It’s been so long, I hadn’t expected you to still speak French so poorly.” He teases her, oh how he enjoyed watching her nose scrunch in defiance of his words trying to not give in to his bait.

“Well, not all of us are blessed with a heavenly tongue.” She retorts seeming to realize just how provocative her words could appear as she looks away hiding her appearance behind her hat.

Astre was at a loss on how to respond. Flattered but also aroused by her words he could only muster an answer that he would kick himself over later.

“Je t’aime.”

“Pardon?" The woman, who had already a tint to her cheeks, blossomed with color.

Scrambling to collect his thoughts Astre said the next most logical thing he could think of. Too bad it made no sense.

“Is there something wrong? I was simply seeing if you could respond with the proper answer. You’re blushing so hard, all I said was I love you in French.”

Nailed it.

On n’est point toujours une bête pour l’avoir été quelquefois.- Being a fool sometimes does not make one a fool all the time.

On n’aime que ce qu’on ne possède pas tout entier.- we only love what we do not have entirely.

Je t’aime- I love you

#ciel phantomhive x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler ciel #ciel phantomhive #reader insert #ciel x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #f reader #female reader #not happy but I guess #dont judge my writers block please

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leftingbadly · 2 months

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There are so many situations i would like to put him in HAHA. But a soft and clingy Godric has always been on my mind. Like you have to leave the nest for a few days and when you come back he’s all soft and clingy with you. He doesn’t even realize it because all he wants is to be close to you, so he just follows you around and have to touch you in some way 😭

A Soft Intention

I hope I did this prompt justice, Lily. Let me know! :)

Pairing: Godric x OFC

Clingy Godric… now that’s something hard to imagine. For the most part I don’t think I can see him as someone outright with that sort of thing, if he does say something that sounds a bit bold, it’s really just because he’s a bit anal with regards to emotions lmao

He’s been alone for the better part of a few centuries, to say the least, and depressed for however long we can conceive, so clingy Godric… hmm…

Let’s suppose you and Godric are a thing, not in a relationship, but not not in one either

Maybe you’ve been around a lot because you’ve been helping the nest, some official business, taking care of injured humans– whatever have you, you’ve just been around a lot. And Godric notices you. And he wants to say thank you

“I’m sorry?”

She wasn’t particularly sure she’d heard the vampire before her correctly.

“Thank you, for your consideration of us.”

When the woman standing alone in the middle of the living room with a two-thousand year old vampire had been recruited at the behest of the Texas nest she wasn’t sure what to expect. She had been told by all of her contacts that the sheriff here was a bit… well.. Odd

But being two-thousand years old, she didn’t exactly expect much in the ways of social niceties. All she cared about was doing her job and getting out. That plan, however, hadn’t manifested so nicely, as she ended up staying at the nest for an extended three month period, after which she had travelled to Louisiana to figure out some other things and then, back to Texas about two weeks later. She was tired, warm, and in need of a long, long sleep. But Godric was staring at her like she had stolen something from his home and she didn’t know what to do about that.

“Y-you’re welcome?” God, she was an idiot.

A silence stretched around them like a yarn pulled taught, and the cat chased it, and his eyes followed her movement like the cat, the way her fingers twitched, the frown in her smile pulled taught, like that yarn.

“Did you travel well?” He asked, knowing that she did. He had assured it.

“I… did. Thank you. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble to–”

“That’s good, then.”

“Um–oh, right. Thank you again.” She paused, and then swallowed courage. “Are you… alright?”

“I am. Why do you inquire?”

“Oh–” God, what was she supposed to say now? That he looked horrible? Why would you ask an ancient vampire if he was alright, you absolute– “No, I was… just being polite. Not that– I mean, you look well. You don’t look not alright, I mean.”

“I see…” his head nodded. Another silence, and she thought she could scream. “May I… accompany you to your bedroom?”

“My… what?”

“Your–”

“No, no I heard you. I’m sorry, yes. I mean… that’s fine?”

He’d watch you the entier way, eyes trailing over your skin, the pulse in your neck, the pulse in your wrist. Anything that could tell him how you’ve been fairing had his attention, any telltale sign of you having been bitten into or drank from, of you having been handled too roughly by his day-men or treated unkindly at all. He was looking for it all

You mistook Godric’s silence as he observed you for awkward tension, shifting even as you walked, one hand fumbling with the handle of your suitcase after the other

It was only after she stumbled with her suitcase did Godric take it from her, walking in front of her up the stairs, a true gentleman

“Thank you,” the woman said silently, her gaze littering the floor as he placed the bag into her assigned room in the nest house. “You’ve been very hospitable towards me during my stay here.”

“You are under my protection,” his answer was immediate. His answers were always immediate. She laughed, lightly, and his smile was almost too instantaneous.

“What?” He asked, teeth shining.

“Do you always do that?”

His head tilted, a question, eyes like a dog’s, curious.

“You answer so immediately, like a house on fire. Do you ever think about what you have to say or is that something you get used to after a few hundred years?”

His silence worried her. She thought, for a moment, that she had said something stupid. It wasn’t until he laughed did she start breathing again.

“I suppose I’m out of practice with some human social queues and traditions, my apologies.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just teasing you, I’m sorry.”

He decided then that he quite enjoyed that, being teased by her. He decided in that moment also, that he really liked being alone with her, too. That her eyes only looked at him, that her smile could only be for him, there was no whirring sound of Stan’s mechanical voice or the badgering on of the other underlings that usually surrounded him in the nest. Here, with just him and her, he quite liked this.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You were tired, and you were drained from the travel. You needed to shower and you needed to be in your bed. But yes, yes you would like to take a walk with Godrin in the gardens.

You didn’t notice it, not at first, but the further the night went on there were signs that he had missed your presence around the nest

Godric would often tell you of Stan and Isabella’s arguments in the early morning, the times you would often occupy the living space to do work and would ask them to politely bicker someone else– you hadn’t even realised he knew about that

Or when he would tell you about the latest communication from his progeny and how they had been doing

There was a particular moment where you had wanted to walk on the rocks lining the path, and Godric’s hand reached out instinctively to help you stand on them and balance on the stumbling rocks loosely dug into the dirt

You wondered, for a moment, if he knew about what he was doing, or if this all came as naturally to him as it did to you

But a few hours later when you let out a particularly loud yawn and rub your red eyes, Godric finally notices how tired you are, and a tirade of chastisements makes its way through his head

He had been so caught up in finally being able to have some time alone with you and talk to you that he had completely neglected your needs

“My apologies for keeping you up.”

“It’s alright,” she laughed, and the silence took over again. This time, she moved before he had a chance to speak, and her warm lips met his cold cheek. “Good night, Godric.”

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst

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thebluespacecow · 4 months

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Look, i think everyone can agree that having jason be a natural redhead would imply the fact that he had to dye his hair to look like dick (which i fucking hate, 'cause it inforces the idea that bruce forced him to do it or something), and also having to keep up with dying your roots as a 12 year old feels weird

But

jason also has that little white patch of hair, right? after beeing resurrected? thing is that no one else, after going through the pit, has one......

so, maybe, jason just has always had poliosis, more specificaly white forelock (vitiligo that affects hair)? and he just sorta....dyed it as a kid to keep the whole identity thing hiden, but since now he wears a helmet which covers his entier head, he just....dosn't anymore

#idk dude #had a neat little thought #jason todd #red hood #dc headcanon #batfamily #bat fam #bruce wayne #i just think he's neat #dc #batman #hc #vitiligo #jason todd hc

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say-al0e · 2 years

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Buy van u imagian how a absolutely feral he would go if you hold Eye contact the entiere time. Even before you touch him. You push him back onto his bed -he does the little bouncy bounce and the you hold the eye contact while popping ypur jeans open. While you shrug off his vest. When you open your bra and step towards him... 👀👀👀

This is 2k worth of filth. I'm not sorry. Steve x fem!Reader | Giving Steve a blowjob. That's it. That's the tweet. (Not too graphic, still smut. Minors DNI, no one under 18!)

Steve was, usually, the one to initiate physical contact. There was no lack of desire on your part, no shyness - a little over a year with Steve Harrington and ‘shy’ was a concept long forgotten. He just tended to reach for you first; wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in close, press his mouth to yours in a heated kiss, slip a warm hand beneath the hem of your skirt.

You joked that he was a natural leader. He wasn’t dominant, not in the way those men in cheesy movies hidden in the back of Family Video were, just confident, forward, content to take the reins and guide you. It had been necessary at first - Steve would always remain secretly delighted that he was your first everything, almost grateful that he’d been the first to witness the beauty of you falling apart at another’s hand - and remained comfortable.

It made sense, then, for his brows to wing up in surprise when you pressed him to the nearest wall the moment he stepped into your empty home. Soft hands instantly found your hips, fingers digging into the rough denim, as his lips parted to ask what had gotten into you. Before he could, however, you cupped his cheeks and stepped forward in search of a kiss.

Instantly, Steve’s surprise faded.

Warm lips, slightly chapped and tasting of mint gum, met yours as he used his grip to pull you in closer. This close, the heat rolling off of him, combined with the scent of his shampoo and cologne, made your head spin and mollified the lust that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach for the majority of the day.

A dream sparked the blaze - a wonderful scene in which Steve reclined in bed, arm behind his head and eyes half-lidded as you wrapped your lips around him - and you’d been suffering, dreadfully warm, the entire day. Now, with Steve in your grasp, you were determined to fan the flames. There was a dull ache in your chest, an overwhelming want, and only one way to satisfy it.

Steve’s eyes blinked open lazily the moment you pulled away, warm brown blown black and glassy. His lips parted, shiny with spit, and you dove in for one final peck - a quick press of your mouth to his, noses brushing and fingers grazing the tops of his cheeks - before pulling away, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, and tugging.

Almost in a daze, Steve willingly followed you down the hall to your bedroom - stumbled past the kitchen, the dining room where he’d sat for dinner with you and your parents just the night before. He stepped into your bedroom, crossed the threshold with a knowing grin that made your heart skip, and turned obligingly as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Not that I don’t love this,” he began, eyes searching yours, “but who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

His amusement was not lost on you, nor was the heat simmering beneath his good-natured smile. The question nearly made you bashful, almost reminded you of how out of character this seemed, but the ache between your thighs erased any semblance of modesty. “I had a dream,” you confessed, lashes fluttering as you waited for him to realize. “About you.”

“A dream about - oh.” Steve’s grin turned blinding - the cat who got the canary - as his hands returned to your hips. The insistent press of his fingers, so warm against your already burning skin, made you sigh as he tilted his head. “What was I doing in this dream, sweetheart? I think it’s vitally important we talk about these things. Healthy communication and all, you know?”

Steve’s grin distracted you for a brief moment, gave the question time to simmer, as the most pleasant warmth bloomed in your belly. The way that he looked at you never ceased to amaze you - warm, proud, reverent - and you couldn’t help but step forward to brand your lips across his throat.

“Nothing,” you explained, lips curving into a grin at his confused hum. “You were lying in bed. I was doing all the work.” As you nipped at his throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin at the juncture of his shoulder, Steve’s fingers dug into your hips. The stutter in his breathing, a sharp inhale as your tongue swiped over the red mark left in your wake, answered your question before you could pull away, look him in the eye, and ask. “I really want to blow you. Can I?”

“Jesus Christ.” Steve swore, a low sound that made you grin - a victorious little quirk of your lips - as you began walking him back to your bed. “You can do whatever you want, baby, I’m all yours.”

With his permission, you pried his hands from your waist and pressed your fingers to his chest. His eyes blazed with want, desperate to feel you - your hands, your mouth, your cunt - as he fell to the mattress and bounced into place.

A quick once-over told you everything you needed to know - the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal, the way his tongue continually darted out to wet his bottom lip, the bulge making his already tight jeans that much more snug - and you could feel the ache in your center growing stronger by the second.

Steve’s heated stare made you feel like the most desirable person on the planet, something to be coveted, as you reached for the hem of the shirt - his shirt - you wore. While his eyes flitted between your face and your hands, moving slowly to bunch the fabric up your torso, you kept your eyes on his.

As the fabric fell to the floor, Steve shifted - adjusted himself in his jeans, hissed at the feeling of his hand palming his aching cock - and you took that as a sign to move a little faster. With his attention firmly on you, you popped the button on your shorts and shoved them down your thighs.

“I’m gonna cream in my jeans before you even touch me, holy shit.” Steve laughed, a weak sound that shot straight to your dripping cunt, as his gaze focused on the dark patch blooming on your panties. “Thinking about blowing me has you this wet?” Though tinged with a healthy dose of confidence - a little smug, a little self-assured - a pinprick of insecurity bled through the question.

He sometimes forgot, sometimes lost sight of just how much you loved him - just how desperately you wanted him - and you were determined to remind him.

With a flick of your fingers, you popped the clasp on your bra and dropped the fabric to the floor - tossed into the pile. “Everything about you has me this wet.” His eyes tracked your form as you crossed the short distance between you, followed your figure as you sank to your knees between his spread thighs. “You’re so pretty, Stevie. I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

Steve helped you make quick work of his clothing - fingers gripping the collar of his polo to tug it up, over his head; hands clumsily joining yours to pop the button on his jeans and shuck them down his thighs - before leaning his weight onto one hand.

The look in his eyes was unlike any you’d seen from him before, something wilder - darker, warmer - than the usual fondness that glittered there. It set your skin alight, had flames lapping at your sweat slick skin, and made you that much more eager as your hands fell to his thighs.

His muscles tensed beneath your touch, thighs flexed as your fingers pressed to warm skin, and you sighed as you shuffled closer. Steve swallowed harshly, blinked down at you, and swore. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky? You look so pretty like this, baby.”

As his question lingered in the air, you shifted one hand to wrap around his cock. Your fingers wrapped around the base, grip exactly as he’d taught you, as you leaned down to trace the underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue. Steve exhaled heavily - a low, punched out sound - as he lifted one hand to the back of your head.

The fire in his eyes spurred you on, had you tilting your head to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, and you swore the sound that escaped his lips would be burned into your memory forever.

Steve’s head tipped back the moment you took him into your mouth, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed, and you whimpered at the sight of him. It filled your chest with a gooey warmth, something a little too soft for the moment, but you didn’t dwell as you focused on the sight of him.

Soft brown locks fell into his eyes, hair falling from the perfectly coiffed style, and you swore he looked best like this - a little softer, a little more relaxed. His chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parted with quiet groans spilling past, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as you took it all in.

The dream had made you desperate, the little fantasies that lingered in your brain throughout the day overwhelmed you, and you didn’t think twice as you slipped your hand between your thighs. As you pressed a tentative finger to your clit, thumb rubbing the oversensitive bundle of nerves, another moan escaped and drew Steve’s attention.

“Holy shit. Are you touching yourself?” Steve’s voice, a rough gasp, rang in your ears as the hand on the back of your head twitched - pressed you in closer. “Fuck, you’re trying to kill me.”

You dipped your head lower in answer, shot him the brightest smile you could manage as you took as much of him as you could into your mouth. The little noises Steve made, soft groans, hushed moans, stoked the flames and you could tell that he wouldn’t last long as your eyes flickered back to his.

“Stevie,” you cooed, voice a soft whisper as your hand stroked his spit slick length, “come for me. Please?”

The prettiest pout in your arsenal, a fluttering of your lashes, had Steve swearing. His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing a little harder, as his hips stuttered. You could feel the throb of him, the way his thigh tensed beneath your grip; saw the way his stomach flexed, the way his lips parted and eyes fluttered shut. Only a moment later, Steve came with a cry of your name.

As you swallowed his release, tongue kitten licking the tip of his cock when you pulled away, Steve’s chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath. Your fingers dragged lazily along his thigh, brushed the dark trail of hair just beneath his belly button, and you giggled as he lifted his head just enough to shoot you a withering look.

“You’re terrible,” he accused mildly, voice wrecked and lips kiss swollen. The giddy smile that soon split his lips evaporated any heat left in the accusation and you grinned.

“The absolute worst.” Your agreement was easy, ready, as he reached out for you - gentle but quick to tug you onto the mattress. “But what’re you gonna do about it?”

“How about I repay the favor?” Steve shifted, shuffled you onto the center of the mattress, and smirked as his fingers traced the elastic band at your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “Can’t have you doing all the work.”

“That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you,” you agreed, doing nothing to hide your anticipation. “Do your worst, Harrington.”

With a grin, Steve surged forward, eager to remind you just what you were getting yourself into and, suddenly, you were grateful for heated dreams and surges of confidence.

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a/n: ....I can't help myself. I'm going feral for Steve. My inbox is closed but I have no willpower, do with that what you will.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #v's blurbs

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empiredesimparte · 11 months

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Cannes Film Festival's Douzaine begins! The French program Canal comments the opening of the festival on the Croisette

Reporter Emma: Welcome to Canal! As you have seen on our pictures, this year, His Majesty himself cut the ribbon and will inaugurate the festival. This had not happened for almost 100 years in Francesim!

Presenter Robert: Is the Emperor accompanied? I don't think I know that Reporter Emma: Yes Robert, I can confirm that the Emperor is not alone. He is accompanied by a young woman, I heard around me that she is a childhood friend of His Majesty. I must say that there is a lot of effervescence at the moment in Cannes!

Presenter Robert: We have just received information from the imperial palace Emma! Apparently it would be about his fiancée, His Majesty makes an official announcement! Presenter Thierry: It's wonderful and completely unexpected ! The edition of this year is decidedly unique! Presenter Robert: Indeed, that makes pleasure to see our young Emperor close to the French, and accompanied !

Presenter Thierry: The press release adds that it's Mademoiselle Charlotte de Mortemart, a childhood friend of the Emperor as you said Emma Journalist Emma: Gentlemen, look, Mademoiselle Charlotte is presenting her ring to the cameras of the whole world! Presenter Robert: Congratulations to the young lovebirds!

Journalist Emma: There is obviously a royal trend this year: Prince Henri of Pierreland is here as an actor! His Imperial Highness is accompanied by Chiara, who is his partner in the opening film Pierre the Great, a biopic on the Emperor. Note that this is the first time that the festival hosts a production of the Simflix platform.

Presenter Thierry: Princess Maria-Aisha, apparently came to attend the first steps of actor of her brother!

Presenter Robert: Our neighbors from Iona are also present at the festival, the royal princess came to support the Ionian artists!

Journalist Emma: I also saw the famous princess Leonor of Uspana, look at the pictures! She presents herself in a very classy black dress.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Cannes Film Festival, 7 Prairial An 230

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La Douzaine du festival de Cannes commence ! L'émission française Canal commente l'ouverture du festival de la Croisette

Journaliste Emma : Bienvenus en direct sur la chaîne Canal! Comme vous l'avez vu sur nos images, cette année, Sa Majesté en personne a coupé le ruban et inaugurera le festival. Cela n'était pas arrivé depuis presque 100 ans en Francesim !

Présentateur Robert : L'Empereur est accompagné ? Je ne crois pas être au courant Journaliste Emma : Oui Robert, je confirme que l'Empereur n'est pas seul. Il est accompagné d'une jeune femme, j'ai entendu autour de moi qu'il s'agissait d'une amie d'enfance de Sa Majesté. Je dois dire qu'il y a beaucoup d'effervescence actuellement à Cannes !

Présentateur Robert : Nous venons de recevoir des informations du palais impérial Emma ! Apparemment il s'agirait de sa fiancée, Sa Majesté fait une annonce officielle ! Présentateur Thierry : C'est merveilleux et complètement inattendu ! L'édition de cette année est décidément unique ! Présentateur Robert : En effet, cela fait plaisir de voir notre jeune Empereur proche des Français, et accompagné !

Présentateur Thierry : Le communiqué que nous venons de recevoir indique qu'il s'agit de Mademoiselle Charlotte de Mortemart, une amie d'enfance de l'Empereur comme vous le disiez Emma Journaliste Emma : Messieurs regardez, Mademoiselle Charlotte présente sa bague aux caméras du monde entier ! Présentateur Robert : Félicitations aux jeunes tourtereaux !

Journaliste Emma : Il y a manifestement cette année une tendance royale : le prince Henri de Pierreland est là en tant qu'acteur ! Son Altesse Impériale est accompagnée de Chiara, qui est sa partenaire dans le film d'ouverture Pierrelandais, un biopic sur l'Empereur Pierre le Grand. À noter que c'est la première fois que le festival accueille une production de la plateforme Simflix.

Présentateur Thierry : La princesse Maria-Aisha, est semble-t-il venue assister aux premiers pas d'acteur de son frère!

Présentateur Robert : Nos voisins d'Iona sont également présents au festival, la princesse royale est venue apporter son soutien aux artistes Ioniens !

Journaliste Emma : J'ai également aperçu il me semble la célèbre princesse Leonor d'Uspana, regardez les images! Elle se présente dans un robe noire très classe.

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cornercadet · 2 years

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to my War crimes question , i think the aliens would try to force us to get rid of our weapons , maybe even ban us from certain places and activitys until the humans start to revolt.

We as a race have a tendency to start revolutions if it get's bad enought , we also tend to unite if we have a common enemy.

Imagine the entier world united in an uprising against aliens trying to oppress us , and maybe we even get in contactg with another race with an similar history ?

Let's say there was this race of skilled warriors who got forced to lay down thier weapons because of others fearing them , and suddenly after years of humiliation there is this race of deathworlders going throught the same as them , only they rise up and contact them asking if they'd like to join.

And whats worse than humans getting angry ? Humans getting angry together with feared warriors.

And after this whole revolution thing aliens acctualy take a look at out history and realise ,,Fuck , this was a normal reaction from them''

YESSSSSSSSSS

This is really fun to think about.

So first off, apparently the other aliens in this world don’t have the same culture of preserving (or semi-preserving) and re-teaching history, so they didn’t go through the human’s history even though we tend to not hide most of it. Especially the revolutions. Those are talked about in history classes a lot. Also the fact that they didn’t know about war crimes adds to this idea.

Or, the other option, they just didn’t think looking at our history other than like the essential stuff (ex: war tactics, and other stuff) was important.

Either way these aliens were not well prepared for the situation that they thought they had control over. I just thought that was interesting.

This is a likely scenario especially considering the fact that we don’t know how other aliens would react to having weapons and military privileges revoked. It’s likely that this demilitarization worked for other violent races (the warrior species you were talking about), so they thought it would work for us as well.

This would be a really interesting story, considering it seems that there’s a lot of flaws in how the aliens handle things that they’re scared of/how they handle things in general.

It’s likely that the humans would join with the warrior species, and would see it as a really good opportunity.

And cus of the fierce packbonding, the humans and warrior species would probably stick together long after they fought the revolution. Maybe our cultures would combine?

That’s hard to say though as human cultures are really diverse, and it’s likely the warrior species would be as well.

The “oh fuck” moment is really good though. Because if they were just more organized, the aliens could have easily found a better way to fix the “hey I’m worried the humans might kill us” issue. And, if this is the first major revolution the galactic community has had, the humans could become even more terrifying, or could become a saving grace for a system that didn’t work. Or just… “hey remember that time the [insert your version of the galactic councils] tried to take away the humans’ weapons?” “Yeah they don’t do that anymore”.

HOWEVER

I do have a bit more I’d love to talk about.

What if humans don’t get along with the warrior species well?

Like humanity agrees to join forces, but our cultures and/or mannerisms do not mesh well at all.

So we’re working towards a common goal, but we don’t work together well. What would arise from that?

Say that we won the revolution, what would happen with the humans and the warrior race? Would a war start up between them? Would there be a constant tension as we both try to set up a new form of government or as we try to reform the old method of how the galactic community handled things?

What if we lost the revolution?

Would tensions get worse? Would humanity and the warrior species be forced to stay with each other as “punishment”?

This is a really cool continuation of the idea

#humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #space orcs #space australia #humans are space australians #earth is space australia

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angrygirlromero · 10 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬ミ★

⊰ ┆𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ━

settings - dark mode,

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mature audiences!

𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 —

❝𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵❞

BRANDON STARK HAD BEEN DREAMING OF THE SAME GIRL HIS ENTIER LIFE, the same girl who danced under the stars every night, the same dark curls, the same soft lilac eyes, the same tanned skin every time.

Every dream was diffrent, none every once repeating, to winterfell it was no secret that the favorite part of Brandon Stark's day was when he went to sleep, why? many asked, beacuse he saw her...

- ꒰ 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 ᵎ ִֶָ

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐳𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐞𝐧

—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳—

𝐗𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐞𝐧

—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳—

𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐞𝐧

—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵—

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𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦,

𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺

⊰ ┆ 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ━ House Satyen

𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗗 across the narrow sea, the Satyen family sailed to Westeros from city to town from island to kingdom the family was well known for their riches and their deep connection with sea creatures but most importantly for their dragons.

At the time of their arrival at Westeros the Satyen family stood tall and proud with five adult dragons, three male and two female, touring around the content looking for a place to settle, Xaeolys and Yeleora Satyen had searched for peace and happiness away from their home of Valyria which they believed to be a cursed land, finding best comfort in the sea rather than the heat of Valyria.

Xaeolys and Yeleora Satyen had four children, Yaela, Yaekor, Exthon and little Beatryx Satyen all four children rich with Valyrian blood and title, traveling the world on dragon back alongside their parents.

After years of touring and seeing the world the Satyen family had finally come across an island far north, an island that no one dared to venture to, for it was surrounded by killer sharks and the island was known to be a heavy turtle egg laying area, other than that the four dormant volcanos that rested upon the land was a horror for most.

But to everyone's surprise the family had managed to have their way with the feared island and its creatures, building an empires upon its land.

With the years the kingdom of Satyen Island had been know to be one of the biggest and strongest of all the eight kingdoms.

With the years to carry on their legacy and linage the four children married, their eldest daughter Yaela had wed a prince of the Kingdom of the Baratheons, Yeakor their eldest son had wed a princess of essos, Exthon had chosen a princess of the Vale an Arryn woman, and Beatryx had chosen a boy from the stark Kingdom as her husband from her many suitors.

And so on continued the Satyen bloodline, without trouble for generations to come, so when Aegon the conqueror and his first sister wives had scouted Westeros they had been surprised as to come across another Valyrian family far north with now only two dragons at their side, the conquerors deciding they would involve the family made them a very generous deal if they renounced to their titles as king and queen of their land and bent the knee their very first son would be married to their daughter to keep their blood pure, being outnumbered the family had no other choice but to accept.

For a time it worked the Targaryen's sat upon the iron throne with house Velaryon and Satyen at their side, but with generations to come and the events of the dance of dragons they strayed, the Satyen's retiring to their island preferring to stay out of the Targaryen dynasty, and that decision had keep them alive and at the top of the food chain with their dragons still at their fullest and so was their house.

This game house Satyen would win, in fact they had already won.

Chapter one: https://www.tumblr.com/angrygirlromero/726429456408936448/%E3%83%9F-chapter-one-dreams-of-her-brandon-stark

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𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

WARNINGS! mature themes, possible grammar mistakes, trigger warnings!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hi! and welcome to northern stars, I'd like to start off by welcome everyone thank you for reading, this is my first book here on tumblr, I’m very excited so please don't forget to like and leave a comment!

-arian<33

#house of the dragon #got headcanons #bran stark #jon snow #jon snow x reader #bran stark x reader #jamie lannister #cersei lannister #house targaryen #house lannister #house baratheon #house arryn #house stark #game of thrones #joffery baratheon

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sunflowerandstrawberryspice · 6 months

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"All is lost. there is no point in continuing your journey, because nothing will change."

Ugh Spinjitzu Brothers continues to haunt my little autistic brain. I think at this point it's so obvious that Garmadon is my favorite character, like I'm sorry I'm a sucker for "doomed by the narrative but even after the narrative gets them they still try to fight it", this is a wonderful transition into my next point lol:

Was Garmadon fighting the Great Devourer his ENTIER life after he got bit? It seems like it judging from the 4th Spinjitzu Brothers book where he's clearly becoming more paranoid and stressed and all that. And we know he sides with Wu and everyone for a LONG time, he trains with Chen for a while but then goes back to his brothers side when it comes down to it and since Lloyd is at the VERY least 5 years younger than most of the ninja (biologically? Timeline-wise? Idk man) so Garmadon had to have stuck around long enough to marry Misako and have a kid only then did he end up turning evil.

So yeah bro was fighting for a while and even after he gives in he's still actively encouraging his son NOT to follow in his foot steps and sorta helping the ninja (the writers have said in the og seasons he was meant to be more of an anti-hero than a full blown villain you can google it) and even when he's supposed to be fully evil he's still trying to be good CHOUGH COUGH THE GARMADON COMICS THAT ARE CANNON COUGH COUGH

Anyways turns out this was all just a big advertisement (that's a joke) I made a kinda roll swap AU. Garmadon still gets bit (cause it makes things more interesting) but Wu and Garmadon end up in each others positions (eventually) with Garmadon teaching the Ninja and Wu running a sort of army. There's a bunch of build up cause I'm having fun writing backstory based off the snippets of lore we get about their childhood. Honestly I'm just having fun at this point so yeah: Divine destiny

Read it if you wanna and just know this is pretty much made for my own entertainment lol. Anyway I hope yall have a great day/night and I'll see you all whenever I rise from the grave! PEACE OUT!

#ninjago #spinjitzu #garmadon ninjago #wu ninjago #ninjago secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu #ninjutsu #gay #I can tag it as that cause it's ninjago and therefore gay #first spinjitzu master #ninjago fsm #lord garmadon #au #ninjago fanart #garmadon fanart

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