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happy late fimmf from misha in roadfood episode 2
#my gifs#misha collins#roadfood#roadfood 1x02#the grey hair at his temples 🥰🥰#he talks with his hands so much and i love it#even if he keeps his hands in his pockets most of the time
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LATE NIGHT LOVINGS
Anthony lockwood x f!reader
Summary- Sometimes Y/n isn't up for missions or Lockwood goes on separate ones, like tonight he and George went out ghost hunting. He comes back late at around 3am from a stressful night and seeks comfort from his s/o.
Warnings- swearing, injury, fluff 🥰
READER AND LUCY SHARE A ROOM JUST PRETEND THEY HAD TWIN BEDS INSTEAD OF A DOUBLE?
The clock had just hit 3:12am. You were still up, reading about one of the ghosts you were working on. When you heard the front door open and close. You put down your book and headed down the stairs from your attic bedroom. Lucy was long asleep as she had the night off to. As you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw George, and Anthony Lockwood. Your significant other. George was quick to run off to bed after some sarcastic comments about how great the mission was, and then it was just you and Lockwood.
"So? How was it~?" You asked teasingly as, judging by the filth of the pair of boys clothes, it didn't end well.
"Oh shut up." He snaps back at you careful not to wake anyone sleeping in the house. You pout playfully at his reply and watch as he takes off his bag.
"Want me to stay or shall i go back to bed?" You lied, as if you would go back to bed even if he said go.
"Stay.. please?" He whispers. You cant help but smile at how your tall mysterious man of a boyfriend could be so needy.
"Okay.. but only because you want me to Locky~" you say with a teasing tone. The tall boy then grabs your hand and leads you to his room.
"I'll be back in a second just wait here." He kisses your head and you cant not notice the blood coming from his sleeve.
About 5 minutes later, he returns in his joggers and grey hoodie with somewhat wet hair showing he had a shower. He comes and lays on top of you resting his head on your chest and you play with his hair.
"Locky?"
"..hm?"
"Whats wrong with your arm?"
"What do you mean..?"
"The blood on your arm? Its clearly yours, so what happened."
"Nothin'."
"Lockwood."
"Okay fine fine, i got cut fighting a ghost, i pulled the rapier out wrong and cut my wrist.." You sat him up and gently took hold of his arm. "Its nothing to worry about! Just a graze.." You tug up his sleeve to reveal a somewhat deep cut.
"Anthony! Thats not just a graze thats deep! Wait here. Dont move, and i mean it." You rush off to get the medical kit and return back. You get out a cleansing oil and a flannel. "This might sting locky." You dip the flannel in the oil and dab it onto the wound. You feel his arm tense as he lets out a hiss of pain. "Sorry love." You lean up and kiss his temple.
"its fine.. 'm alright." You continue to clean the wound and you see small tears in the corners of your lovers eyes. You feel so bad. You apply the bandage to his wrist and pull his sleeve back down. You then position him against his headboard and sit in his lap resting your head on his shoulder. You feel his relax into your embrace as you draw shapes on the lower part of his back that isn't against the headboard.
"Go to sleep Locky, you've had a stressful night."
"And what about you?"
"I'll stay here, cant leave my dumbass alone can i~? Might accidentally cut your other wrist!" You giggle.
"Oh shut up you prick." He smiles as he playfully hits you.
"Seriously Locky, sleep. Now."
"Okay okay Ma'am calm it." You maneuver your bodies to be laying down with you draping your leg over the front of Lockwoods body and his arm holding you close. You trace patterns on his stomach as it helps him to relax and you watch as he drifts off to sleep.
"I love you Locky. Even if your a big shit sometimes, thats what makes you so interesting." You then close your eyes and soon enough drift off to sleep.
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Armand/Lestat - "Your lover is waiting for you" 🥰
“Your lover is waiting for you.”
Lover.
Had the word ever sounded as sweet as it did when it rolled off Lestat’s tongue in the combined accents of their old French and that slow cowboy drawl?
“Such theatrics to announce you’re ready to step out for the evening, don’t you think? As if I have kept you deprived and thirsty all night,” Armand teased, taking care to scrape his nails over Lestat’s adam’s apple as he made to adjust the dark blue cravat.
A feather-light touch that nearly cut into the now barely sun-darkened skin as Lestat swallowed. The low click in his throat audible only to the ears of a fellow predator.
Delighting at the thrill, at the promise of more to come later.
“No, of course not,” Lestat sounded breathless even as his grey eyes softened, large hands resting on either side of Armand’s ribcage. “Why...” He paused, generous mouth curving into a smirk that hinted at an understanding of the darker nature they both possessed, “That would be cruel of you, my darling.”
If anyone was intimately familiar with Armand’s particular brand of cruelty, it would be Lestat.
“Indeed, it would,” Armand mimicked Lestat’s velvety tone back to him just to hear his dead pulse leap before stepping back to appraise the final look.
Each detail, from the leather boots to the satin hair ribbon, had been carefully chosen by Armand himself. “And heaven help me if I were to change a single item!” Lestat had jested when he walked into his chamber and took in everything Armand had carefully laid on the bed. How lucky for Lestat that recent years had taken the sting out of anything to do with that tale.
“Satisfactory?” Lestat made a show of holding his arms out at his sides and turning in an exaggerated circle as if presenting himself to an entire panel of judges.
“Would you like a first prize ribbon pinned to your lapel? Or perhaps a medallion draped around your neck? Because that can be arranged.”
“Do you happen to have one on you?” Lestat’s playfulness contagious now, a balm to Armand’s weary heart.
An invitation that Armand responded to with a smile as he reached out and tucked back the errant golden ringlet always found its way to Lestat’s temple to mix in with the baby hairs that would forever be present at the edges of his hairline.
He stood on tiptoe to press a tender kiss to Lestat’s cheekbone. “You’re magnificent.”
“And what else am I, Armand?”
Armand didn’t miss a beat, the kiss to Lestat’s mouth much less chaste. A perfect slut...
Lestat’s grip broke through his skin as he caught the words in Armand’s mind—hungry for an endearment Armand kept only for him. He bit into Lestat’s lower lip to smother the resounding hiss, but still, a groan escaped him at the first taste of Lestat’s blood. Sweet as honey and searingly hot as it throbbed on his tongue.
A perfect, incorrigible slut.
#asdkjfsg i don't think this is what you had in mind but i'm soft and delicate tonight and i just needed them flirty and domestic!!!!#hope it makes you smile babe tysm for sending it in 🥹♥️#armand/lestat#armand#lestat de lioncourt#vc#prompts
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fix their clothing/hair for them + kisses on the corner of their mouth
[Gentle Affection Collections]
Take your time , grey🥰 have nice day🫶
Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Non-sorcerer Reader
[Gentle Affection Collection]
Request 38 & 12 [ List is here ]
fix their clothing/hair for them & kisses on the corner of their mouth
Notes & Warning: Satoru's half-sister, fluff, mentions of marriage proposal if you squint, Word Count: 1.9k
"Hi! Thank you for joining, have a great day ahead too! ✨💛✨😆👐" —Grey
Kanzashi & Kimono
Satoru rarely—and when we say rarely, it's the kind that comes in a jackpot prize—for him to get a weekend day off.
You're styling your tresses, making sure to tame any baby hair sticking out. Satoru's little sister is celebrating her 20th birthday and made it a point to Satoru in having you come over to the banquet.
Although the perception of Gojo Clan elders about you is skeptical and reluctant, Satoru's half-sister treats you with genuine curiosity and enthusiasm. Satoru more so often indulges her and treats her very well compared to his usually cocky and unreasonable attitude to those from the clan. She's a breeze of spring in the frigid tundra of the archaic clan.
"You done sweet cheeks?" Satoru peeks from the door and walk-in. "So pretty," he coos and smoothed the simple white long sleeve, knee-length dress with flowers and vines pattern on the top. "You know what? We should ditch that party and go for an evening date."
"And have your sister throw mud balls at you and flood my phone with messages poking my conscience? No thanks."
Just like you, Satoru is wearing a casual white dress shirt tucked underneath his black pants. Instead of his bandages, Satoru opted to wear his glasses giving more leeway for you to sneak glances at his eyes.
"Can I help you?"
"Just pull the string on my back and tie it to a ribbon, please. It's hard to reach."
"Owki-dokie~" he hummed and knotted the fabric to a decent bow. "Is it too tight?" He planted his chin on your shoulders and smiled at the mirror, leaning closer to kiss the side of your lips.
"Nope, it's just right," you twirled around and smiled. "I'm pretty," you declared boldly making him chuckle and drop a light kiss on the tip of your nose.
"No objections," he bowed and offered you his hand. "Off to the party then, were 7 minutes late."
The moment you entered the great hall, curious and different kinds of eyes trained on you and Satoru.
"Y/n-san!" From the side, Yuna greeted you with a bright face. She walk slowly, proudly wearing her vibrant silk furisode elaborately designed with beautiful pink and white flowers for her coming of age celebration.
"Happy birthday Yuna-chan, you look very pretty and elegant." You extended a box which is a gift that you and Satoru pick together.
"Thank you for the trouble." She cheerily accepted the box and only then did she bat attention to her brother. "Where's my gift?"
"Huh?" Satoru didn't bother hiding his annoyance, rolling his eyes at his sister who matched him with a brow raised high. "I already bought that thing what else do you want?"
Your sweat drops at these two's interaction. It was only until recent years that Satoru and Yuna properly got along. Satoru himself said so. Whatever it is that made the winds change their course, you're glad that Satoru is getting along well with his sister.
"I want Y/n-san!" Yuna crossed her arms on her chest and raise her chin.
"Let's just go home." Satoru tugs your sleeve making Yuna fume and immediately grab your arm.
"No, today is my birthday." Yuna shooed Satoru's hand and turn to you with hopeful eyes. "I wanna show you something Y/n-san, you shouldn't hang out too much with that brother of mine, or else he'll rub on you." She said, subtly winking at you while throwing daggers at her brother.
"We'll be back," you coax Satoru who is not pleased with all, based on his crumpled face, a small irk mark on his temples that only delighted Yuna into poking into his nerves.
Yuna didn't bother to wait for Satoru's response and tug you to the back rooms of the hall, her dressing room to be exact. Several silk kimonos are hung on the stands.
"Can I pick the kimono for you? Can I? Can I?" Excitedly she rummaged in her boxes filled with accessories and stashes of intricately made obi.
You let her doll you up, unable to decline the puppy eyes as she uses her birthday wish to make you abide by her wants.
"You look pretty in any clothes you wear Y/n-san, my brother better know how to treat you well or I'll rob you from him." She sighed making you laugh with her ongoing tug of war with Satoru whenever you're around. Up until now, you cannot pinpoint how she became this attached to you.
"I wish I could also date like you and Onii-san." A cloud of sadness overshadows her eyes as she stares at your reflection in the mirror.
"Did something happen Yuna-chan?" Last time she was eager to tell you about her admirer in the college, a teenager filled with the rush of spring romance.
"He's dating another girl now, and I overheard Father talking about my marriage with a stranger."
To have an arranged marriage in these modern days isn't rare but it's not prevalent anymore. And yet, Gojo Clan has a long history, and arranging a marriage for them is normal. Even Satoru has a supposed arranged marriage that wasn't continued before it was finalized.
Your hand searched for Yuna's, clasp it in yours, and offered her a smile.
"If you need help, your brother and I will always be here to listen."
"Do you think Onii-san will help?" She bit her lips. "It's a marriage that can help the clan. And he's the head... He would prioritize the clan more than a single concern."
"Talk to him, and trust him." You pat her shoulder. "You won't know unless you try."
You finished changing and the two of you went back to the hall with hope brimming in Yuna's eyes. You roam your eyes around the wide banquet hall but cannot spot Satoru. With his height and striking hair, it's not hard to find him in the crowd but he's nowhere found. One of the housekeepers approached you and told you that Satoru is waiting by the engawa.
Yuna wave you off and you went out of the hall with no one showing you out. Geez. You sighed and followed the direction and as expected Satoru is sitting on the edge of the wooden plank, leaning on the post. He's changed into a traditional kimono, the glasses he was wearing are nowhere to be seen. Satoru turned to you and his eyes widened, blinking a few times before he could open his mouth to speak.
"You changed..."
You look down and lifted your hanging sleeves, swaying them and chuckling at Yuna's wonderful choice of kimono. The blue roses, splayed over the white silk glimmer against the moonlight. You notice Satoru's kimono is also the same as yours but simpler in style, in white and blue without the blue roses but designed with the same shades.
"That girl, she knows how to butter up people. making you all these pretty and having us matching clothes." Satoru stood up and fix the collar of your furisode. Then he reaches in his kimono sleeve.
Out of nowhere a beautiful hairpin fashioned by forget-me-nots dangling like jewels, Satoru stepped closer and carefully inserted the hair ornament into your half-bun-styled hair. "I saw it while walking around Aoyama, I just knew it would fit you." He murmured and lifted your chin. "I don't know if my sister is provoking me or trying to flatter me by making you dress up like this."
You inclined your head sideway to touch the hairpin but Satoru is faster in leaning down, burying his face in the spaces of your neck, and pulling your waist against his body. His nose traces the contour of your neck down to your shoulders.
"Satoru, we're outside someone will see us," you struggled half-heartedly but don't have enough will to push him away.
"That brat keeps stealing you from me whenever you're around." He grumbled.
"She told me something interesting."
Satoru hummed, telling you to continue.
"She heard that she's getting an arranged marriage and doesn't want to." You peeked at Satoru's reaction but it barely changed as he was peppering you with small kisses wherever his lips could reach. "Won't you at least hear her out?"
"Yuna can do whatever she wants. If she doesn't want it then decline it. It's not like our old man or the clan's elders are gonna be the one living with her supposed-to-be husband, it's her." Satoru shrug. "Besides, she just turned 20, what are they rushing marriage for?" He rolled his eyes.
"So you're gonna help her?" You solicited.
"Depends on what bribe she got for me. Enough of her."
Stingy, you pinch his nose making him snort and pull back from your attack. He takes a good look from your head to toe and delightfully plays with the hem of your kimono's long sleeves.
"Furisode are worn by young, unmarried women..." He emphasized, dropping small wet kisses on your neck. "What should we do about it, Baby?"
"About what exactly?" Your head is starting to get dizzy and you found yourself clutching your hand to your chest and leaning your forehead on Satoru's shoulder.
"About the unmarried part."
You stayed silent.
"Wanna check out tomesode some days later?"
Satoru straightened up with eyes wide open and mouth parted slightly. Amused by his flabbergasted reaction you stood on your tiptoes, holding on to his shoulders you press a kiss on the corner of Satoru's lips. Pressing one more kiss you look up to him with tender eyes.
"Fuck, yes." He murmured, a bit dazed before shaking it off and grinning so wide. "Yes!"
After a few times of calming yourselves, the two of you went back to the banquet and the stares won't leave your back at the striking similarity of your and Satoru's kimono styles. Yuna gave you a subtle wink and thumbs up.
Satoru tugs your finger to get your attention. Your head whipped back and skillfully Satoru delivered a sweet attention-grabbing kiss on the corner of your lips. You stood frozen trying to process what just happened while Satoru chuckled.
Someone choked on their wine and gasped at the blatant display of affection, others have the same eyes popping and jaws dropped.
You could feel him smile and bite his lower lips while you were a blushing mess at his boldness. Satoru wasn't fazed and simply brought the back of your hand to his lips.
"The next time you enter this great hall, you'll be wearing the kimono with the same crest as mine."
Footnotes:
Furisode= the most formal style of kimono worn by young, often unmarried, women in Japan. The name means "swinging sleeves." Since ancient times, the act of "swinging" or "shaking" also has the meaning of "touching the heart of the gods," "summoning the gods," and "warding off evil." In the Edo period, it was also interpreted as "touching the soul of your loved one," so furisodes were used to communicate feelings and attract love interests. This is why it became associated with unmarried women.
Tomesode= Usually worn by married women, "tomesode" are highly formal kimonos with sleeves that hang shorter and are decorated with a sophisticated continuous pattern called "eba moyo" placed diagonally on the lower part of the garment along the hem. Originally, any adult woman would wear a tomesode, but it later became associated just with married women. The reasons for this are that shorter sleeves were more practical when doing chores and married women didn't need long kimono sleeves to convey their feelings to their love interest.
—GreyCaelum
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I am OBSSED with Maroon - it’s breaking my heart so bad! Can we please please have a little bit from the next chapt before it drops? 🥰🫶🏻
certainly! 🖤
i’ll give two little bits — two songs referenced, and a bit of a bread crumb.
obviously, the next chapter is based on how you get the girl, but specifically the lyrics “remind me how it used to be.”
and then, the tangent sleep token song (which is technically a corroded coffin song for all our intents and purposes) being referenced: sugar.
10/10 recommends listening to that.
as for the breadcrumbs, it’s under the cut!!!
“Fine,” you huffed, “What do you suggest?”
“… To check for grey hairs?”
“For my email, you idiot.”
A bit more back and forth, a bit too raunchy of ideas that passed Eddie’s lips only to be rejected quickly with rough shakes of your head. His finger remained locked in your palm, at some point his knuckle wiggling between suggestions to stroke at your skin.
“Sweetheart, you’re being too picky,” Eddie finally whined as you shot down yet another one of his ideas, “At this point, just make it something related to the band. You’ll probably be Corroded Coffin’s manager when we make it big, anyways.”
“That sounds like a nightmare,” you murmured, even if you enjoyed the thought. You already had started to get a hang of wrangling the boys in your small town for menial tasks and day-to-day activities. But on a wider, professional scale? You could already feel the headache pressing into your temples. If they ever offered you the proposition, you wouldn’t have said no, but you certainly would have complained to no end. And definitely gotten grey hairs.
“Sweetheart.”
The repetition of the nickname froze you.
#thank u ily#maroon#i really love writing the contrast of their past only to return to their presence#a common theme in my writing i’m realizing lol#reader gets a nickname in this story :)#i’ll give you 2 guesses#it’s not sweetheart
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my darling Shelby I come bearing a delightfully sinful thought that came to me at work today 🥰
Crash Into Me by The Dave Matthews Band was playing on Pandora (which I love the song tbh) and it came to the lyrics "Hike up your skirt a little more // And show the world to me" Which made me immediately think of dilf!Rhett. for the sake of it all, we'll say it's towards the beginning of your relationship & the girls are off at school or at nana & papa's house. you decide to be an absolute tease and the moment he leaves the house to go drop the girls off, you slink back into his your shared bedroom to rid yourself of the panties you had slipped on in the morning. you breeze about the house taking care of chores. you're facing away from the door, so you don't hear him sneaking up behind you, bring his hand to your thigh, and slowly rubbing it. he brings it higher until he can feel that you're not wearing any panties. "good lord woman, you're going to be the death of me" "I don't know what you're talking about Rhett. I'm just doing chores" he gives your ass a little smack before grabbing your hips and turning you around to plop you on the counter. "now if I recall, I was in the middle of somethin'" he says as he slowly sinks to his knees and begins to push up your skirt, revealing your bare & glistening pussy to him. "fuuuuck darlin' please let me eat your pussy. it's just begging for attention from me" tenderly rubbing your thumbs at his greying temples, heat blossoming in your chest and your heart and breaths getting faster, "it's all yours daddy". and before you know it, he's diving in, devouring you like you were going to be his last meal ever. legs spread, back arched, one hand gripping his hair and the other tugging and pulling at your breast/nipple. rhett may not be able to see you, but he knows that you look like a renaissance painting, an absolutely filthy one, but you are art to him. and god what he wouldn't give to have you see yourself the way he sees you when your having sex (later that week, he gets supplies to put mirrors on his ceiling for no reason at all).
the man is absolutely pussywhipped/drunk/mesmerized you name it. he could spend forever drowning himself in your wetness if you'd let him. he'd die a very happy man eating you out and being suffocated by your thighs.
SIERRA GIVE ME YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW
omfg i cant even elaborate on this it’s left me speechless. THE GREYING TEMPLES YOU GOT ME SO GOOD. this is so perfect and it’s absolutely true that rhett is pussy whipped over babysitter!
im gonna be thinking about this for the next month please respect my privacy at this time 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
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Totally taking advantage of the Alfred Molina open requests. But i hope i do it right… .
How about Doc Ock (or even Bob Aldrich) being insecure about his physique. But his girlfriend changes his mind!
Thank you regardless 🐙🕷🥰
Here you go!!! Sorry this took me so long to do.
short but lots of fluff promise!!!!
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@illiana-mystery @randomfandomtrash28 @doctoraceus
@curbitkirby @tsukiakarinobara
Otto groaned as he stretched and stood up. His legs and back felt sore. It didn’t help that he had been sitting and tinkering in his lab all day.
“Uuuhgg,” he mumbled. He scratched his chin and could feel the stubble of a beard growing. He was well aware of the grey hairs starting to poke their way through his auburn hair. He was frowning as he went to the open kitchen area where his girlfriend was making dinner.
“Hey you,” she smiled at him.
“Hey,” he nodded weakly.
“Something wrong?” She knows that tone.
“It’s nothing,” he shrugs. She waits a few minutes as she works on the food.
“What’s wrong Otto?” She asks gently.
“I’m getting old…my body sucks,” he says in defeat.
“Hey! Get that out of your head right now mister!” She huffs as she hurries over to him.
“But it’s true! My legs and back ache. I’m turning grey and getting fat!” He sighs.
“Otto stop!” She laughs gently. “You could take a shower.” She suggests.
“Oh great now I stink too!”
“Hey I didn’t say that!” She playfully smacks his arm. “You work too much. Your body has been through a lot of trauma.” One of the arms shakes it’s head in denial. “It doesn’t help you have these stubborn things on your back.” She teased. “Yes, Larry I’m talking to you.” He turned away and ignored her in defiance, making Otto smirk. She straddles his lap and faces him. “I think you’re amazing Doctor Otto Octavious,” she whispers sincerely. He wraps his arms around her and rests his head on her shoulder.
“You think so?”
“Of course Otto…I mean that…and I mean it when I say I love you so much.”
“Thank you honey…that really means a lot to me.” He whispers. She kisses his cheek and then his temple. She turns his face towards him and kisses his forehead. When he looks into her eyes she smiles and gives him a tender kiss.
“You should take a break from work. You’ve been stuck in that lab basically for the last four days.”
“No I haven’t…have I?” Flo nods an eager yes making Otto huff. “Fine.” He relents with a smile. He helps her finish dinner and they sit down to eat. “You’re right…a shower sounds good after dinner…care to join me?” Otto smirks.
“I’d love to.”
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I wonder why the grey streak is concealed. He looks good don't get me wrong and he can do as he pleases. I just miss it a bit
his hair is cut really short and there is a tiny hint of the streak showing at his temple. I was thinking maybe he wanted it sort of blended so he didn’t look so old to the kids he was going to entertain 😅 I bet it washes out tonight. 🥰
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Oh and also
At least {ma_he}'s straight to the point of his personality. It's appealing, in its own way. "Are you always like this?" I ask as I take his hand.
On the next page after selecting the above option
Me being a potential killer is a hell of a lot less wicked than me thinking $[ma_he} was a pervert or stalker! At least as a killer, it's a one and done!
Selecting the "it's a small world option"
I laugh aloud. "Why would I do that? It's not like you tried to hurt me or anything!"
"Uh, like I would ever!" Maples dramatically gasps, a hand over his heart. "I'm not a pacifist, but I also don't like fighting. It's exhausting. I dunno how the others do it." He strides back to the sofa and sits down with a not-so-graceful plop of his weight and a sigh. "So! Who's next?"
Eryn rubs circles into her temples, as though nursing an incoming headache. "Thank you, Special Agent Maples. That was.. incredibly inappropriate."
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#now off to write the smutty smutty stuff#ask#prompt#thank you so much!#writing prompt#rpf#the-dying-fan
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My Son’s Dreams with Rahu
I’m not sure how many others are having shared experiences with family members with their Godspouse. I feel like this might be a unique situation, but I don’t know. If others are having them, I would certainly like to hear about it. Rahu told my son (Link) that he came to us as soon as he was born to help out (over 18 years ago). I gave birth to my son at a young age when I wasn’t ready to have children and he was also born disabled with many health issues. His biological father also abandoned us even though he got me pregnant on purpose and wanted kids, so I was left a single mother raising a disabled child.
Rahu considers my son to be his son as well and we are a family. It is very interesting in that when I first learned about Rahu in astrology from my then boyfriend, he joked that my son was like Rahu and we called him “Rahu’s child” in a playful manner sometimes. He doesn’t remember this though. He was just always getting into trouble, liked wearing black with skulls and stuff.
Second Dream: My son dreamt that he was in a desert where it was nothing but sand. Rahu showed up in the form of a lion and wanted to go for a walk. As they walked, large screens came out of the ground and showed memories of Link’s past. Link saw both good and bad memories. Then when they got to the end, a blank screen appeared and Rahu told him, “This is your future, it will be what you want to make of it.”
Third Dream: My son was again in the desert, but this time there was a large temple or palace. He walked inside and there was a large painting of Rahu, me and him. Rahu was holding me in a loving embrace from behind and Link was in front. Rahu appeared out of the shadows and Link became startled. Rahu apologized for scaring him (my son is easily startled just like me, lol). This time Rahu was a blue man but with a lion’s mane of brown hair. Rahu gave him some fatherly advice and a few other loving things about me and our family. 🥰 He also said something that we are both confused on and I’m waiting on clarity for that.
Christmas Dream: My son went to the Christmas tree and there was a wrapped present from Rahu to him. He opened it and it was a heart. The heart shrunk down into a heart-shaped locket. When he opened the locket, it was a picture of me, Rahu and him smiling as a happy family. Rahu showed up wearing a Christmas sweater that said #1 Dad on it, lol. He looked like a blue man again but with long black hair this time.
Rahu really is an amazing father, #1 Dad and #1 Husband 🥰 The greys were absolutely right when they told my son that Rahu was a good father a while back.
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izzy (awfullydxpeched)
serkonos
WELCOME TO SUNNY SERKONOS
pjsfvs
maze in the mirror
richardscumrock
I make art. Until somebody dies.