#i know pretty much nothing about tarots so who even knows if these make sense

[padme-amidala]

THE UMBRELLAS + TAROT CARDS upright meanings. [insp. & psd]

#tuaedit #theumbrellaacademyedit #uaedit #the umbrella academy #brellygifs #*gif #usergif #netflixedit #tuserlaurie #tusergeo #tusermeg #i know pretty much nothing about tarots so who even knows if these make sense #i sure hope so bc i'm working on a stranger things version right now :))

[retrievablememories]

cherry bomb | jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: “get fucked or die” becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.

genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au

word count: 7.1k

warnings: multiple minor character deaths, blood, gore, violence (including gun and knife use), mentions of alcohol consumption. virgin-shaming and slut-shaming, oral (fem receiving), riding, virgin!reader, first-time sex, protected sex, hair-pulling, biting, fingering, dirty talk, virgin kink/corruption kink, fuckboy JK. is JK a sub or a masochist here? answer: i don’t fucking know!

a/n: inspired by the movie cherry falls (2000). heed the warnings. remember that this is fiction, not meant to be entirely realistic, and characters' views/actions don't represent my own. if this kind of content is not up your alley just block me or make use of the wonderful filtering option in your account settings

sources for the fic dividers: one | two

link to part 2

CHERRY BOMB

don't wanna die? come out and hook up with a sexy girl or guy.

virgins get in free!

THIS FRIDAY

NOV 3, 20XX

[address here]

"very corny." you shake your head, looking at the party flyer in your hands. you'd just torn it down from the bulletin board in your dorm lobby; unauthorized advertisements aren’t allowed, and your job as RA involves these menial-ass tasks. "this is literally life or death...why are they turning it into a joke?"

"it is a joke," your friend camille says, snatching the flyer out of your hands to look it over. "think about it. 10 students get killed since we came back in august, and the semester isn't even over yet. the school administration and local police haven't done nearly enough to address it or stop any more deaths. and the common denominator is that all these people were suspected or confirmed virgins?” you haven’t seen the evidence yourself, but the daughter of one of the local policemen claimed every victim also had virgin carved into some part of their dead body. “yeah, i'd say it's a joke to pretty much everyone at this point. this is what happens when you let the students come up with a solution."

camille hands the flyer back to you, and you hold it limply. "but...it's not like you can look at someone and tell if they're a virgin. the killer must've known them all personally. it just doesn't make sense."

"some of those people had no mutual friends. nothing connecting them whatsoever. not even shared extracurriculars. it's gotta be a perverted stalker with a fetish, maybe. a scorned hacker who somehow got into their private conversations 'n' shit? or maybe he consulted the cards to know who’d fucked before and who hadn’t.”

“oh please.” you scoff. “now you’re being completely ridiculous. tarot cards aren’t gonna tell you if someone’s a virgin or not.”

“then you come up with a better explanation. either way, these folks—" camille points to the flyer "—aren't taking their chances."

"hm..." you keep staring at the flyer, looking at the shiny-red cherries, condoms, sex toys, and other sex-related objects decorating the paper. whoever designed this really wasn't playing.

"so, are you gonna go?" camille asks with a sidelong glance. "free admittance, after all."

your neck burns under the collar of your shirt. "are you?" neither of you have had sex yet, for differing reasons. camille's reason was almost complete indifference to the whole act.

she gives you a look that says i could give a shit. "...you know the answer to that one, dear. so you're not even thinking about it? as much as you have cried to me and lorelai about not being able to find a man you like enough to give it up for, our killer here probably already knows. you practically have a ‘come kill me’ bullseye on your back.”

"i don't know," you say, because you genuinely are thinking about it. “and stop trying to fucking scare me.” despite your logical brain trying to reason with you, you still feel a sense of underlying terror about being the next victim. "the virgin killer," as they'd nicknamed the freak, clearly prefers a specific type of victim, and all kills have been random and unpredictable other than that—and the fact that every victim attended your university. he also seems partial to using a knife on his victims, but even that isn’t guaranteed—3 of the 10 had been killed in ways other than stabbing. "i don’t know why you’re so nonchalant about this, though."

camille shrugs. "if he comes for me, i'll just spray him with my illegal mace and kick his nuts into his throat. then tie him up and wait for my dad to come blow his head off. there are some advantages to having a gun nut for a dad."

you chuckle at the absurdity of it. "you've got it all planned out, then."

--

FRIDAY, NOV 3

taking a rideshare to the party was a smart idea on lorelai's part, because the two little shots you took to pre-game already have you feeling woozy. or maybe it's just your nerves.

the cherry bomb is located at a mansion that isn’t really a mansion, but a large once-abandoned house one of the fraternities fixed up years ago for throwing off-campus parties.

the party is stacked wall to wall with people when you enter, though from what you can see, no one has actually started fucking yet—maybe they're saving that for the supposed orgy later in the night. you just hope you can get someone in one of the backrooms before that happens, because you're not really keen on having everyone in your class knowing what your tits look like.

you have one simple mission here tonight—lose your long-held virginity and get off the virgin killer's radar. once that's done, you'll make your exit.

"actually, i'm surprised anyone else showed up. other than you, who wants to willingly admit that they're still a virgin in college?" lorelai shudders. you roll your eyes and try not to feel offended, sucking your teeth.

"you were more than welcome to stay back at the dorm."

"no! i'm here for moral support, plus i don't want to be alone tonight. i don't care who this killer targets, it's getting too crazy out here to just be letting your guard down anymore."

well, you won't argue that.

you and lorelai dance to the song booming over the multiple speakers, scanning the room for potential hookups all the while. you become more alert when you recognize a familiar length of black hair coming through the front door, plus the tattoos and piercings to match.

you're not surprised jungkook came. he has his pick of untouched and easily corruptible virgins here, which has always been his thing; you've heard him brag about it to his seatmates more than once in your shared elective. not to mention the stories you've heard from the women who actually fucked him. as far as you could figure, it was the usual male ego posturing bullshit about being able to say he was someone’s first—and likely best. for that reason, alarm rises when he makes eye contact and starts making a beeline for where you and lorelai are.

"oh, here comes the campus bicycle," lorelai says, voice deadpan.

you continue watching him from the corner of your eye, trying to see if he's just approaching someone in your general vicinity, but no. once he shoves his way through the crowd of dancers, some unashamedly groping at his body as he does, he stops right in front of you two.

"so, are you here for the same reason i am?" he asks you, grinning like the devil himself. "or are you looking to get that sweet little cherry popped?"

the backs of your knees sweat. "um—latter, i guess." you hadn't meant to answer that honestly, but to say you are caught off-guard is understating it. you can count on one hand the number of times you and jungkook have talked to each other in class, and never about anything of this nature.

"you're not gonna ask me?" lorelai says.

jungkook gives a hearty laugh; you didn't think it was that funny. "everyone knows you're not a virgin, why waste my time?"

"wow, okay. fuck you. you're no saint yourself." she huffs.

"anyway…" jungkook returns his attention to you. "have you really never done anything before? not even sucked a dick? there's no way someone hasn't tried to hit that. not even some 'backdoor action only' like those weird religious girls?"

"is that any of your business? i didn't know we had to give a rundown of our lack of sexual experience before getting laid around here." you snap.

jungkook's eyelids lower a fraction. "i'm tryna decide how easy i should go on you, babe. i mean, if you wanna take this in one of the rooms. otherwise, i'll let someone else have a go if you're not interested."

unfortunately, you are interested, despite his overly blunt manner and objectifying language. even though you know you’ll just become another entry on his long list of flings—someone he’ll tell his boys about later—maybe the fear of death is making you impulsive.

but maybe his looks are playing a part in it, too.

he's imposing with his physique and his all-black attire, his shirt so tight that you can clearly see his pectoral muscles and his nipples, his unbuttoned leather jacket doing nothing to hide those details. you can easily imagine yourself running your hands across those pecs, squeezing them, rubbing your fingers against his nipples and making him moan underneath you, feeling and seeing his abs contract through this stupid-ass shirt that must've been painted on. this brief fantasy immediately dampens your panties.

"…i'm interested," you affirm, dragging your gaze back up to his eyes, and he smirks from knowing you were obviously checking him out.

knowing the direction this is going in, lorelai taps you on the back and whispers in your ear. “have fun but don’t do anything stupid, yeah? i’m not playing auntie to any offspring you and this dude pop out, sis. use protection.” then she makes her exit to go find herself a partner for the night.

“so, come on.” jungkook nods his head in the direction of the stairs, and you follow him through the crowd as he leads you up the winding staircase. you squeeze past two girls kissing on the staircase railing, their motions a bit unsure as if they’ve never done it before but clearly still enjoying themselves.

jungkook pushes a few doors in until he finds an empty room, and you try not to ogle at the random couples you see along the way. not even an hour in and the two shots must be wearing off, because your body is beginning to buzz with nervousness again.

jungkook closes the door behind him when you both step into the room, which is lit by one lamp on a nightstand and the open window beside the bed. he reaches for you, and you shiver when his hand grasps the side of your face, the other snaking around your waist.

“scared?” he asks, his voice low. you shake your head, and he grins. “relax.” he leans in as if to kiss you and you part your lips, but he doesn’t do that just yet. he traces your top lip and then your bottom lip with his tongue, dipping it into your mouth as he switches. the teasing nature of his actions makes your body heat up as you watch a string of saliva spread and then break between the both of you.

he presses back in for a real kiss this time, his nose bumping yours. despite all your fears about tonight, you’re able to unwind somewhat and just focus on the full sensory experience that is this kiss—the warmth of his hands and his mouth, the sappy sound your lips make when they separate and come back together, the scent of his cologne, the taste of his spearmint-flavored tongue.

you find yourselves inching toward the bed, him walking you backwards while keeping you steady. just as the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, there's the sound of a woman's bloodcurdling scream from behind you, and you nearly shove jungkook to the ground in your haste to run to the door. your fingers are scrabbling at the doorknob when you hear a burst of laughter. a guy you don't recognize crawls out from under the bed holding his phone up, displaying a youtube video of the shower scene in the movie psycho, which is where the noise is coming from.

"that was funny as fuck." the guy laughs obnoxiously loud, holding his stomach. “don’t get too carefree or you just might die, girlie.”

jungkook grabs the guy by his jacket collar like he's a kid and throws him out the door; the guy doesn't object because he knows this is preferable to getting his ass beaten by the bigger man. "fuck outta here, you jackass." jungkook snaps.

jungkook stomps over to the closet to yank it open. "any more idiots in here wanna show themselves?" he checks a couple more areas before deciding the room is clear and closing the door again, locking it for good measure.

“okay.” he sighs, stripping off his jacket and shoes. he takes your hand and pulls you toward him as he sits on the bed. “relax, baby. forget about that fucking clown. come ‘ere. why don’t you sit on my lap?”

with a heavy exhale, you try to steady your still-shaking hands as you shuck your boots off and pull your dress up slightly to comfortably sit in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

he squeezes your waist. “so, where were we? i don’t really remember…”

you huff out a half-amused laugh. “really? i’m pretty sure it was this…” you lean forward with your hands on his shoulders and press your lips back onto his. jungkook follows in kind, his hands running up from your thighs to your waist and back again. the rhythm of his hands is hypnotic, distracting you as you try to keep most of your focus on the kiss, and you fear you may be getting overstimulated before anything has truly began.

as you continue kissing, jungkook’s hands creep your dress further up your thighs until your panties are revealed. still feeling up your legs, his hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear. they have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk, though it makes you roll your eyes.

jungkook whispers against your lips, “let’s try something. will you sit on my face?” you stare at him without a word, not expecting this to be the first thing he proposes. at your response, or lack of, he adds, “i want to make you feel good. do you want me to taste you?” his voice is so soft, so unassuming and cloying, that it makes you feel like a lamb clutched gently in the mouth of a wolf.

your brain is already surrendering to it. “yes.”

you get another kiss and a smile. jungkook moves you out of his lap, shuffles further up the bed, and lies down so that he’s flat on his back, his head surrounded by the pillows. he gestures for you to follow.

taking your time, you slide your panties off and crawl up the bed until you’re near his face and he’s lying below you looking like he’s struck gold. he grabs your hips to bring you closer until you’re right over his mouth. you’re embarrassed to have someone looking at you from this angle for the first time, and you’re about to get too into your head about it when he french kisses your inner thigh, blanking out your mind.

the only thing you know from then on is that his mouth is burning hot. his tongue is everywhere. he licks at you delicately to test the waters, and then more firmly when your thighs tremble around his head, in an effort to elicit the same response.

the way he fits his mouth over your entire pussy and sucks it with just the right amount of pressure so that it won’t hurt makes you feel faint. the way he slides the flat of his tongue over your clit only to suck it gently at the end of the stroke makes you cry out louder than you intended. you’re glad he moved further up the bed for this, because you’re holding onto the headboard for dear life.

the only things you’re aware of are your own out-of-control moans and the wet sounds of jungkook’s mouth working you over. all of it has you so overwrought that you’re already reaching your peak, your grip on the headboard weakening.

jungkook seems to know this without you telling him anything. he pauses and looks up at you with a fucked-out smirk and a wet mouth. you don’t know whether to thank him or curse him for giving you a break. “before you come, fuck my face.”

“wh-what?”

“rub that wet fucking cunt on my face.” heat flares through your body at his frank words. “grab my hair and just ride my face.” he reaches up to take your hands off the headboard and places them in his hair. “you can do it, baby. fucking use me.”

it takes you a minute to get over the fresh wave of embarrassment and find a pace that works, because the connection between your brain and body feels like it’s frying and your coordination is off. jungkook helps guide your hips, especially with how you’re trembling from pleasure and close to falling apart. soon enough, you’re letting go of yourself and moving your hips enthusiastically, if a little clumsily, and chasing your climax. you savor the feel of your clit sliding across his wet tongue and his soft hair in between your fingers, and you push his head as close as it can get.

you come while screaming, dizzyingly immersed in the pleasure. you forget that you’re holding his hair as you yank roughly on it. the only thing that matters to you is that jungkook’s mouth is still sucking your clit through the best physical sensation you’ve ever experienced.

when he finally lets go and gives you reprieve, you collapse beside him on the pillows.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, disoriented. “about your hair, i mean?”

jungkook laughs. it’s funny how shiny-wet his face is—and that you caused it, which is kind of hard to believe in the aftermath of it. “the pain is what gets my dick hard. don’t worry.”

you chuckle breathlessly at that, and for a few seconds you both have that funny little moment to yourselves in all the ridiculousness of the overarching situation.

then jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. “i’m not done with that pussy yet, though.” he brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. he slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance, until you’re shifting your hips closer to him to implore him for more. he grants your request by sliding his finger all the way inside.

having a finger inside you feels okay at first, though not as good as his actions a few seconds ago. jungkook decides to amplify your pleasure by placing his lips on your neck, leaving gentle and wet kisses behind, and you become all too aware of the feeling of your hardened nipples against the material of your dress. the pleasure begins to heighten when his finger finds a place inside of you that makes you throb, your walls clenching around him.

“ah…” you gasp and shift eagerly against his body as he keeps stimulating that spot, not thrusting his finger into you but simply stroking it across that area in a come here motion.

jungkook pulls away from your neck to smile at his handiwork. “that’s better, right?” he whispers, watching your reactions. your lips form around the word yes, though it’s difficult to try to speak, and you worry how unsteady your voice might sound. he waits until you’re clutching at his arm, leaving red lines on his skin from your fingernails, to carefully push another finger in beside the first. you try to breathe evenly, though his refusal to let up on that spot has your lungs stuttering for air all over again. his nose nudges your ear as he leans even closer and whispers, “there are so many different spots to find, so many different ways to make you come; i wanna go looking for them all.”

jungkook angles his hand so that his palm is also stimulating your clit, his fingers thrusting slowly now. you turn your head away from him as your body becomes ablaze, unsure what to do with yourself as your climax nears quickly.

“would you let me do that? learn your body like no one else has done?” he kisses the shell of your ear, and even that small action is enough to tip you closer to the edge with how your body is already so fired up. “who else could make you feel as good?”

this orgasm makes your eyes fill with involuntary tears, and little clear droplets bleed down the sides of your face and towards your ears as your body convulses. jungkook kisses the wet trails they make on your face, still fingering you steadily and forcing another urgent cry out of you. you feel untethered from yourself, like you’re not in control of your reactions, and you don’t know whether to be afraid of that or not.

jungkook pulls his fingers out when you have mostly calmed down, watching strands of your wetness drip between them before sliding them into his mouth.

after you come the second time, you begin to tire. the deeds have been done, and if you want, you can confidently go back out to the party now and say you’re no longer a virgin; you’re off the unofficial kill list and can live the rest of your days without having to look over your shoulder with every breath.

…but jungkook is hard against your hip, and in all honesty, you don’t want to leave without knowing what his dick looks and feels like.

“you tired?” he asks, and the casual air of it makes your stomach flip, for some reason. he says it as if this is something you two do all the time and he’s used to asking you this after wearing you out during a good session.

but now’s not the time to get delusional.

“no. i want more.”

jungkook smiles broadly, teasing his lip ring with his teeth. he sits up to peel that skin-tight shirt off, and you don’t bother to stop yourself from staring at all that skin in front of you. your eyes drop further down when he removes his belt and undoes his jeans, pushing his pants and underwear down enough for you to see his v-line but not taking them off. is that an invitation for you to do it? "you hold the reins here," he says, lying back on the bed again. "do whatever you want to me."

“whatever i want?” you repeat, already sitting up. he nods, hands behind his head, and you take the initiative to straddle him again, knowing you’re getting his jeans wet.

you reach for his pecs first, just like you’d imagined downstairs. the firm muscle of them is mesmerizing; but when you slowly circle your thumb against his nipple and his eyes flutter, a small and breathy moan escaping his lips, you’re sure you enjoy this much more.

you play with his nipples and even work up the boldness to purse your lips around one, sucking it softly, and every noise that arises from him makes your clit tingle.

you eventually move your hands to his abs, enjoying how they flex at your touch. you didn't think his navel would be pierced, not hearing that detail in any of the sex tales you've eavesdropped on about jungkook, and you wonder what else you might find out about him tonight.

“you should do your nipples to match.” you suggest it without much thought as you’re teasing his navel piercing, though you don’t regret saying it.

“would you be into that?” jungkook sounds like he’s actually considering it, watching you from below his lashes.

you grin. you don’t know if you’ll actually end up having sex with him again to see them, but you answer, “i’d love it…it’d be sexy on you.”

sliding your hands further down still, you come to the waistband of his underwear, which is peeking over the top of his lowered jeans. for a second the nervousness returns; jungkook notices how your hands twitch with hesitation. “it’s fine, i’m not gonna bite you…unless you ask me to, though. here.”

he slips a hand into his underwear and grips his dick, though he doesn’t take it out right away; he strokes the shaft a few times, observing your reaction with expectant and hazy eyes. the scene before you makes your mouth dry. jungkook quickens his pace, twisting his hand at the tip and using his own precum as lube, until you are overcome with the desire to see it and you pull his underwear out of the way.

his cock is thick and flushed and glossy with precum. you don’t have much to compare it to, but it’s a good size, and all the previous women have said that he clearly knows what to do with it. he releases it and it slaps against his abs, leaving a streak of precum behind. when you look at him in anticipation of what he’ll do next, he grasps it again and starts stroking himself quickly, like he’s trying to get off. the wet slap of his motions and his quiet groans make your walls clench.

“i could keep fucking myself and you could watch, since you seem to prefer it…” he murmurs.

“no, i—let’s go all the way.”

jungkook smirks and answers your decision by pulling a condom out of his jean pocket. you watch as he unwraps it and slips it down his cock. though you’re already straddling him, he grasps your wrist and encourages you to draw nearer to him. “come here, pretty thing.”

when you’re hovering directly over him, jungkook grips the base and teases his tip against your entrance. “ready?” he asks.

“yeah,” you say breathlessly.

it’s a little slow-going, but you eventually end up with him seated inside you. it’s uncomfortable to be taking something bigger than a couple fingers, but it isn’t terribly painful.

“now, try moving your hips like this…” with his hands on your hips, jungkook helps you grind against him so that your clit slides across his pubic bone with every move. the discomfort begins to ebb out of your mind after a little while of doing this, and you laugh quietly.

“i thought…i thought this doesn’t feel good for men,” you sigh, your eyes closing from the bliss of his firm abdomen stimulating your clit. “this grinding thing, you know. or so a friend told me…”

jungkook laughs too, but he doesn’t confirm it like you expect him to. his only answer is, “a sexy woman on my dick will always feel good.”

he seems to be more about showing than telling, anyway. his hands reach for your breasts, groping them over the fabric of your dress before sliding underneath for better access. sporadic moans escape you as he plays with your nipples, making your clit throb harder and sending more warmth pooling in your abdomen.

your breath wheezes out of you when jungkook starts pushing up into you, his hands still squeezing your breasts. “you’re okay, baby…” he tries a few different angles until he pulls a visceral reaction out of you, your walls fluttering around him and your body shivering intensely. “mmm, there it is.”

your motions start tapering off as jungkook continues thrusting up against that same spot that had you in tears earlier. noticing this, he slips one hand back down to your hip and encourages you to maintain your pace, keeping your clit stimulated while meeting his thrusts. “you’re doing good…” he murmurs. “go ahead, keep fucking me just like that.”

you’re glad lorelai makes you go to the campus gym with her every week, because otherwise you’d be about to collapse riding him for this long. it takes more of your strength and stamina than you’d expected. no wonder jungkook stays in the gym.

“oh, fuck…” the way all his muscles flex as he repeatedly pushes up into you makes you wetter; you no longer have the wherewithal to be embarrassed about the gushy noises your pussy is creating. your whole world has whittled down to this one room, and all you can think about is your next orgasm.

“pull my hair again,” he requests, his eyes dark and lost in lust when he looks up at you.

"jungkook..." you grip his sweaty hair in your hand and pull it to bare his throat, and he gives a desperate moan, his member jerking inside you. you've never felt so in control of a situation before in your life. it gives you a straight adrenaline-slash-dopamine rush.

his neck is just there and exposed, flushed from exertion, and his physical responses make you feel so primal, like you could do absolutely anything to him right now and he’d enjoy it. because of this, you decide to bite his neck, if only to give your mouth something to do. his dick twitches again when you do, another pretty moan leaving his mouth.

his voice is strained when he says, “bite me harder.” when you let go, your mouth travels the expanse of his neck to leave marks in a few other places, digging in harder just as he asked of you.

“fuck, y/n—” the pain of your teeth is pushing him close to the edge too soon, so he slips his other hand out from under your dress and brings it lower to circle his fingers over your clit. jungkook adding his experienced fingers to his constant stimulation of your g-spot is enough to cause your release. your body slumps onto his as you squeeze around him, your head falling into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and your eyes shutting so tightly that you see wobbling shapes in the darkness.

jungkook gives you a few more thrusts rougher than the rest, causing you to cry out. your climax and the aftershocks have your mind so dizzy that you only just realize that he’s reaching his own peak, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he fills the condom with his cum. you hear him groan next to your ear, the sound of it filthy and uninhibited.

jungkook lifts your head from his shoulder, his thumbs on your cheeks, and his lips meet yours in a final slow kiss, his teeth leaving their mark on your bottom lip as a parting reminder.

you're still trying to get your bearings and slide him out of you when jungkook suddenly says, "what is that noise?"

"huh?" you remain immobile for a moment so you can listen more clearly, and you recognize the sounds of screaming and feet pounding on the floors in a bid to run away—both upstairs and downstairs. these don't sound like the same screams of pleasure from earlier. "what the hell?"

you and jungkook scramble to collect your clothes and get dressed, thankful that neither of you stripped down completely, and he throws the used condom into a random corner of the room. you're still making last minute adjustments when jungkook stands up and unlocks the door.

"the fuck is—?" his voice cuts off as if he can't finish his thought.

"what? what is it?" you stand up to get a better view around his body in the doorway, and you scream when you see a lone blonde girl lying a few feet away from the door, slumped against the opposite wall with a slashed throat. her pink party dress bleeds red, and her face that catches the illumination of the string lights glints with tear tracks. you look away from her unseeing eyes before you can cry out again.

jungkook seems confused, peering down the other end of the hallway like there'll be someone there to explain. "it...didn't work?" he asks to no one in particular, as you have no answer. you walk farther back into the room as if putting more distance between you and the body will provide some protection. bumping against the window sill, you turn around to look out the window and see several cars peeling out of the makeshift grass parking lot, nearly running over other people or hitting other cars on the way. you release a stifled scream from behind your hands when someone is too disoriented to get out of the way of the speeding cars and is sent flying through the air before landing painfully, their body now unmoving. the offending car never stops to check on them.

the screaming downstairs worsens, countless voices rising to a fever pitch of shouting and wailing, and you imagine this must be what the pits of hell sound like. jungkook whips around to look at you. “we gotta get the fuck out of here.”

you two inch out of the room with him in the lead, peering into jarred-open doorways to see if anybody could be waiting in the shadows. there are a couple of other bodies in two other rooms, and you wonder—even with the loud music constantly reverberating through the house, did you really not hear the struggles that led to these deaths in your throes of passion? the thought unnerves you. the idea that maybe you were only saved by jungkook deciding to lock the door…

the stair railing you’d walked by an hour ago is now broken in the middle, splinters of wood lying scattered on the stairs, along with more bodies lying on the steps just as haphazardly. the scene looks like the remnants of a stampede; you hope most of these people are just unconscious and not dead.

the dancefloor is a swarm of people in various states of undress pushing and pulling each other as they rush for the exit. there’s not as many people heading for the back door, everyone attempting to squeeze through the main entrance in their unthinking panic, so jungkook grabs your arm and the two of you pick your way through the bodies to get down the stairs as best you can. when you enter the mass of people, you’re exceptionally glad for his strength because it’s easier to get through the opposing crowd.

to reach the back door, you must first get through the kitchen. beside the kitchen entrance in a dark corner, you see someone doubled over and grasping the person in front of them for stability.

you realize belatedly that they have a knife in their stomach; the other person standing over them is the virgin killer himself, calmly watching them suffer.

the killer’s face is hidden by the mask he always wears, which you are seeing for the first time now, up-close—a hairy werewolf head with lemon-yellow eyes and a candy-red tongue. it’s so unexpected that you would’ve found it comedic if not for the context.

a guy in a blue sweater grasps the killer from behind in an attempted surprise attack, causing him to jerk the knife out of the other person’s stomach. the sudden movement causes a spray of blood to come flying off the knife, and you have to hold back vomit when drops of the warm, stinking crimson hit your face. though it feels like time has slowed to a mere creep, all of this happens within seconds.

you don’t see much more before jungkook is forcing you to move again.

you, jungkook, and multiple others barrel out of the back patio door, nearly ripping the flimsy screen door off its hinges in your haste, while the classmate in the blue sweater fruitlessly struggles with the killer in the kitchen. your leg muscles flex harder when you hear the person's agonized shout and the mushy rip of flesh being torn seconds later. almost everyone else has taken the same idea to run for their lives rather than stay and try to fight or disarm the killer; the streets are dotted in every direction with students running for any possible safety, many not having arrived to the party in cars to escape in.

thankfully, jungkook is not one of them.

he grasps your wrist painfully hard in his panic and yanks you in the direction of his car, which is so pitch black that you almost didn't see it sitting in the shadows.

when you get inside, you've never been so grateful to be within the safe metal enclosure of a car in your whole life. hands shaking, jungkook jams the key into the ignition and presses the gas pedal so hard your head jerks against the headrest. however, in your temporary relief, you think of lorelai. your vision doubles as you scramble to open your phone and call her, your head spinning with a new spike of fear. it rings for a while with no answer, and you try two more times only to get the same result.

"maybe she got to safety somewhere else?” jungkook tries to reason with you, his eyes bouncing between your face and the road ahead so he doesn't hit any other cars or any random students still running across the streets. "i didn't see her anywhere in the house before we ran out."

"that just means she could be hiding somewhere in there!" you shriek, unable to control your terror at your friend possibly being trapped in the house with the killer.

"well—maybe just let her stick it out, he won't find her if she just—"

"oh god, but i called her like three fucking times; what if he heard the phone ringing? i'm gonna kill myself."

“y/n, you’re overreacting like shit, there’s no way he’d hear a phone ringing in all that noise—"

unlistening, you drop your phone and bang your fists on your head in frustration and anguish.

sighing deeply, jungkook forgoes any attempt to do a 3-point turn, which requires more coordination than he has at the moment, and drives straight up into someone's yard to make a U-turn back toward the house.

you hadn’t gotten too far from the party house, so in another minute or two and with a couple messy turns that cause the wheels to ride up onto the curb, you’re back on the street leading up to the house. before you can reach it, though, jungkook slams on the breaks, and you have to throw your hands out onto the dashboard to avoid flying into it due to not fastening your seatbelt. you’re not very successful; the move hurts your wrists, and you’re pretty sure some of your ribs just got bruised anyway.

“what the fuck?” jungkook shouts.

the virgin killer with his lycanthrope mask is standing in the middle of the street; he turns to face the car. he has a chokehold grip on a guy you recognize as a popular frat member, who is almost bare except for his blue-plaid boxers. you remember seeing the frat guy dancing with his girlfriend when you and lorelai initially entered the party; he was in the group of guys who put this whole party together as a way to “save” the campus’s virgins.

the virgin killer is holding a gun to the guy’s head, and you have no clue where he might’ve gotten it from. the guy’s demeanor is weak, and he’s barely able to stand, which is obviously from the profuse blood loss he’s suffering; the killer has carved sharp letters into his stomach to form two words—“FAIR GAME.”

“fair game?” you mumble, a sickly realization forming in your mind.

“fuck no—" jungkook is already throwing the car into reverse when you hear and see the first bullet go off, exploding the frat member’s head into an unrecognizable mess and making you scream at the top of your lungs. you hear more shots after you close your eyes and tuck your body down, along with the sounds of bullets splitting metal and hitting glass, and you think you might be actively dying—or maybe you’re already dead. even that would be preferable to experiencing this nightmare.

you can’t think as you feel the whole world spinning, your body tossed violently around. in reality, the only thing moving is jungkook’s car as he whips the vehicle around and speeds down the same street you just traveled up.

for a few long minutes, you only hear your own heartbeat, his murmured and frantic curses, and the strained breaths coming from both of you. you keep your body curled up with your knees tucked to your chest and arms over your face. the car’s engine roars as it races down the highway.

you’re afraid to open your eyes and find out, but you have to at some point. plus, the uncomfortable position is making your body hurt. carefully, you unfurl yourself and turn to look at him. “did you get hurt?”

“uhh—no? i don’t think…?” he takes one hand off the wheel to feel up his body as if he’s just realizing that might be a possibility. “but i’m wired off pure adrenaline right now, so give me a few more minutes to be sure…” he looks to you. “are you?”

“no.” your blood still runs cold at the thought of lorelai being stuck in the house or navigating the dark neighborhood streets at this time of night. maybe she doesn’t even have her phone; maybe it was lost in the commotion. the number of possible scenarios makes you ill.

there’s silence for a while; you assume he must not be hurt after all. you start seeing familiar roads that lead back to the campus, and the gears in your mind begin turning, powered by fear.

“do you think it’s safe to go back to the college?” you ask, your voice small.

after a pause jungkook asks, “why not?” though his face begins to look like he’s second-guessing things.

“the killer could go back to the campus…i don’t know. there was so much violence tonight. it’s like he really has a grudge against the students from our school or something. what if he wants more victims? the campus police are already incompetent, but with most of them off the grounds and on their way to the party house…” you don’t finish your thought. you’ll need to warn camille of the potential danger.

“right, yeah…” jungkook’s hands flex around the steering wheel a few times. “we should…probably go somewhere else, then.”

nowhere feels safe. still, you ask, “where?”

changing his route, jungkook glances over at you. “to a friend’s house.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fic #bts smut #bts x you #bts x reader #black reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black fem reader #fem reader #female reader

[lauraneedstochill]

The Greens headcanons (modern!au)

I was inspired by @phiasaban post. the second I saw these photos I had an idea for the modern au and just wrote it all down in 10 minutes (this has nothing to do with the show! it’s just me looking at the photos, mind you):

Alicent is a single mom. loves to cook (def cooks when she’s nervous or upset), has a record collection, loves to dance when she’s tipsy. can be a strict parent when she’s pissed (or really tired) but overall is a mama bear (to the point of getting into arguments with teachers — "yeah I think I know what's best for my kids"). she's an angry driver, keeps her car super clean. dresses casually (plaid shirts and jeans), but whenever she puts on a dress she looks so smoking hot it makes every man turn around after her. tons of them flirt with her but she mostly looks uninterested. deep inside is afraid to get her heart broken again. makes friends with her neighbor Cole (he let her borrow flour a few times). he is totally in love with Alicent and everyone sees it but her. he's okay with her taking all the time she needs.

Aegon is a fuckboy but a very apologetic one. has no cruel intentions, he just “loves women so much, he can’t help himself”. either writes songs or poetry. has the weirdest captions on instagram. drinks wine 24/7 but manages to look sober when needed. ends up falling in love with one of his closest friends who’s been tolerating him for years, helping him sober up, making him breakfasts, giving cruel reviews of his sappy poems. one day she just casually picks him up in her car, they’re driving in comfortable silence, she asks him how his day went — and it suddenly strikes him that she’s the one. he’ll probably tell her right away ("I think I'm in love with you" — and she sharply presses the brakes). but it will take a couple of weeks for him to fully sober up, convince her to go on a date with him and then to give him a chance. will plant kisses all over her face whenever she’s upset. he loves movie dates, but his sense of humor is questionable.

Aemond is into sports (pick whatever you like, but he doesn’t look like a team player to me lol). very competitive, self-disciplined, doesn’t talk much. girls swoon over him and he ignores them completely. secretly is a nerd, reads a lot (and pretty much anything). falls in love with a girl who challenges him but will also stand by his side in every situation imaginable even if he’s wrong (she won’t shy away from telling him the truth when it’s just the two of them, though). he’s incredibly protective yet very gentle. it's all about forehead kisses, leaving sweet notes for her, buying flowers for no reason. not a fan of PDA's but will hold her hand every chance he gets. remembers every single anniversary. they’ll probably adopt a dog. he gives the best hugs and loves when she plays with his hair. they can talk about their favorite books for hours and she loves being the only one who gets to see that side of him.

Helaena is into astrology and tarot cards. has a cat (or three) and probably a little pet snake. talks to animals (I also think she’ll be vegan but don’t quote me on that). buys a lot of plants (and gives them names), maybe in attempt to compensate for her smoking. some may say she has a resting bitch face, but those ppl clearly never saw her smile, 'cause it lights up her face and she looks absolutely adorable. she’s the first one to steal their mother’s car (Alicent is not surprised and just texts her "no smoking in the car!"). annoyed with her brothers most of the time but god forbid someone dares to hurt them. carries a pocketknife (it looks very pretty, decorated with crystals and stuff), wears long t-shirts. adventurous but it takes time for her to trust people. will fall in love with someone who’s kind (and maybe introverted?). they’ll get matching tattoos (smth very small and simple), go on road trips and music festivals. yes, I can totally imagine her being queer.

➡ next: modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au part 1 — “All yours” part 2 — First time for everything 💌 my masterlist you can also check out the playlists I made for Aemond and Aegon 🎵

#house of the dragon #my stuff #house of the dragon modern au #modern hotd au #hotd modern au #hotd #hotd fics #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon fanfiction #alicent hightower imagine #helaena targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen imagine

[charmedreincarnation]

https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/715801428071972864/hey-maya-what-are-your-thoughts-on-the?source=share

Not this anon but wait that means I can manifest a certain afterlife? Like there isn't one destined afterlife but it can be whatever we want it to be?

I wish there was a voice audio setting because I would tell you guys so many stories! but anyways I’ll tell you guys about a specific occurrence that happened when I was around 13/16 that changed my perspective on everything.

Basically I used to go to church often . My family is pretty religious, and at the time, I wasn’t even really religious, but I still followed Christianity. I had gotten into manifesting but I still believed in god pretty avidly (and still do just not in a religious way) so I didn’t mind going.

Anyways there was this super religious girl who I would talk to everytime I went. guys I mean she was giving cult. Cross tattoos, Bible reading club everyday, and she could read the Bible word for word backwards probably! I don’t really like super avidly religious people who make their entire life abt god and every conversation abt it, but idk for her I could tolerate it. She was super sweet and her passion was admirable.

I remember she stopped coming to church and I knew something was wrong because this girl would rather die than miss service. Turns out she was in an accident and was probably going to die, so we held a huge fundraiser for her family. At the time I didn’t know what happened to her because no one talked about it after the fundraiser and I didn’t have her phone number so I just assumed she died.

Then when I was 16, so atp pretty into manifesting and not into church anymore I saw her at a tarot shop.. that she owned. Now it’s a general consensus astrology, tarots and stuff is against Christianity. (not that I cared regardless I still was into that shit) but The Sarah (fake name) I knew Would never step foot into what she called a “devil worshipping temple”

But it was definitely her and she looked so different. She used to have long brown hair, wore traditional clothing, would never show skin etc. this girl had a pixie cut with black hair, so many tattoos of sigils and zodiac stuff on her body, so many piercings, and was wearing booty shorts!! I almost didn’t recognize her but she said hi to me and I was in shock. This bitch owns a crystal shop.. Holy Sarah owns a crystal shop!! atp I believed the rapture was about to start bc what the hell

Anyways I asked her how she was and what happened, because I assumed she was dead. And she said she was. She had been officially dead for 5 straight seconds, but was “brought” back with those machines. I told her she looks good but why the change in lifestyle. she said when she died, she was in a black space of nothing but still had thoughts. She didn’t see Jesus or the purgatory or whatever, all she had was herself. She was crying to herself in this void like space as she knew it was the end, and the atheists were right. We become nothing when we die. Then she just wished to come back, and she said she would do anything to come back, and then she did. She awoke again and when she did she got into spirituality and it changed her life.

16 year old me at this point was pretty deep into my spiritual research and she basically confirmed what I had believed since I was 8. We choose what happenes when we die and we can do the same for our life on earth. I pretty much talked to her for hours, until I had to go because my mom doesn’t want me in those “weird” shops either. Anyways I assume the “space” she was in was the void state, but I didn’t know what that was until the end of 2021 ofc so I couldn’t make the connection at the time.

But I mean it makes sense. we have free will, so if we can decide every aspect of our life while alive, why would that change at death. death isn’t the end, just a beginning of whatever new chapter you want or believe it to be. Just my belief ofc :) you’re inclined to believe whatever !

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #reality shifting #law of attraction #self concept #void success

[hwnglx]

can you do a current energy reading for bang chan? i’ve been pretty worried about him for a while now, he’s been pretty open about struggling lately and now with all of this recent stuff going on i’m just wondering how he’s doing with it all.

bangchan's current energy ﴾ may '23 based on tarot, take it with a grain of salt

10ofw&knofp, 2ofw&emper, 8ofsw, 5ofsw, 8ofp

the 10 of wands jumped out right away. chan can sometimes feel like he has the entire world on his shoulders. he's the type to make it look easy, but there's sooo much responsibility resting on him. i can really feel the weight of it while reading myself. however, combined with the slow, steady and stable knight of pentacles, i don't see the weight of it crushing him.

he's being patient. from this spread alone, i can tell that he exactly knows how to deal with burdensome periods, he's been through them many times before. he's experienced these type of struggles already, so it's nothing he can't handle.

he's a very wise, mature and assertive guy. he's taking charge of whatever situation is thrown at him, and is currently in the midst of carefully planning out his next steps. he's really saying "okay, this is what we're gonna do, this is what we are not gonna do." i even see his voice overpowering many higher ups. chan is definitely the main guy in not only his career, but also skz's careers.

you notice how i did not say anything about his mental state yet? that's because all the cards i got till later on, only show me his strength dealing with everything. i think, he has the toxic tendency to push everything concerning his own wellbeing to the complete background.

but, inside he's feeling some anxiety. honestly, i think this entire situation with ive made him overthink a lot. he feels like his intentions were misunderstood. he feels like there's this lack of power he has over people from the outside putting words in his mouth, it's causing a sense of hopelessness inside him. like, no matter what he says, he can't really win. chan being a double libra makes him soooo overly focused on being liked by everyone. he hates knowing that there's people who view him in a bad light now.

the eight of pentacles in the end is showing me, he's working hard. obv skz are preparing for their comeback, so i see most of his mind being there, but i can also see him at least trying to somehow work on his attitude towards situations like these. he's always focused on how to become a better influence on the people around him, so i see him working on overcoming these negative emotions he can hold on to sometimes.

something compelled me to pull out my moonology oracle deck and i pulled:

new moon in virgo: a time to give rather than take

-> he's overanalyzing things -> but gradual improvements are coming -> potential to fully restart in a clever and organized manner -> universe is telling him: "don't think about what others are doing to you, think about what you can do for them"

message that resonated most is: take care of your health!

he should eat better, have healthier routines, maybe seek out some therapy. i really see the universe telling him to get a counsellor, someone he can vent to freely.

#kpop tarot #stray kids tarot #skz tarot

[morphodae]

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From this post

Notes: While I'd be here writing a whole ass character dissertation for like 10+ characters each, I'll be briefly explaining the overarching theme of what the cards I pulled say for them. I won't be analyzing each card. I read Tarot as a story... in a way. So while some cards/spreads may indicate personality, it also (to me) read as either a lesson or personal journey the character has or will tackle. Hope that makes sense? Lol. If you're interested in learning more about how Tarot works, definitely research it! Every reader is different in their approach, but I just personally read cards intuitively and with a "story narrative." Rambling over lmao

Note x2: Information here will be analyzed using what we know from spoiler speculations (both from leaks and quests!!), in-game voicelines, lore, story quests, world quests, npc dialogue, and other official or unofficial sources.

**long post under the cut**

Furina: This gives heavy "I didn't ask for this" vibes. The spread reads as though... she was thrust into duties as an Archon after the prior one's death. I do believe she has good morals, a justice-value system, and wants to do the right thing (she's REALLY trying), but she's a people pleaser. She doubts her abilities and wants nothing more than her people's approval, no matter how grand or dramatic; she'll "perform" for them. She leads because she has to. The prior Archon is dead, she is now in charge. Furina definitely doesn't give her abilities or self enough credit, but the thing is: she's grossly unprepared to be a leader. She has a lot of "growing up" to do.

Neuvillette: (My husband). This is one spread that read like a story and we'll see how it holds up once his character story and more info about him comes out. He has a lot of emotion and a lot of naïve innocence to him, but unable to really show it. I do believe his past and present has been particularly rough for him in "fitting in" to human society *cough Hydro Sovereign cough.* However, this reads like he will be able to move past it and either accept how/who he is, find people to connect with, and let the past go. The Pentacles and Magician there are really just to show what we've already seen of him lmao: he's patient, hard-working, kind, and reliable.

Freminet: Ah yes, baby. Baby boy. He does NOT give himself enough credit. These are primarily positive Arcana cards so I'm of the belief that he has a support network, skills, and goals to really change his outlook around; yet he still remains a bit gloomy (understandably so, but still). Again, these are all pretty solid and stable cards but then *The Moon* shows up; when it's next to all these that tells me fails to see the good and abundance that's around him. He knows it's there, but is too deep in his insecurities and negative, traumatized mindset to fully see it.

Navia: My beloved (one of the prettiest character designs fr). So, she's definitely someone who is going to learn how to embrace her inner power and confidence. The spread tells me that her trauma (losing her father) and life setbacks has really taken a toll on her; it's more or less shaped how she is now. However, there's a lot of hope to the cards and I truly believe she's going to come out even stronger as the new leader of Spina di Rosula. She's very determined.

Clorinde: Definitely a very capable character. Possibly has a form of trauma/ptsd from her career as a champion duelist, and there's an overall vibe of sadness to these cards. She keeps a lot inside and fails to express things or rely on others. Very much a "I must carry this burden alone" character.

Wriothesley: Uhhh surprisingly a lot of rebellious vibe to this spread? Again I could be completely wrong, but what I interpreted was that he either is going against the status quo, will go against the status quo, or wants to go against the status quo. Whatever that entails. Something is holding him back though (The Devil card). Almost like... he has such strong morals that he questions how things are done and wants to do something about it to change it for the better. Expectations fall in this category, too. Perhaps people have expectations or a judgement formed of him already, yet he's the type to easily mingle with the inmates/guards/workers in the Fortress of Meropide. He's far kinder than his appearance may suggest.

Emilie: (The perfumer mentioned in voicelines) Very little is currently known about her, however, I could be totally wrong but: her spread reads as someone trapped. Almost as though she comes from a well-off family (maybe?) or a family who holds her to high and traditional expectations, yet she's a victim of circumstance. It definitely reads as unhappy Victorian-era daughter who has her life planned for her. Again, I could be totally wrong.

Arlecchino: She is a force to be reckoned with. Okay so, she gets what she wants. Periodt. Very capable of manipulating and pulling strings as she keeps her cards close to her chest. Hardly anyone knows the "real" her or her past and she's content to keep it that way.

Chiori: Also little is known about her aside from voicelines of her being a seamstress. Anyways, the energy of her spread is uh... a bit intense? Like she has a pretty forceful and headstrong vibe, for sure. Very confident, stubborn, and a natural-born leader, really.

Sigewinne: She is baby and I am adopting her /srs. Hmmm, she just seems like a happy-go-lucky kid/melusine/hybrid (?). A part of her might feel a bit isolated due to her Melusine heritage and appearance but otherwise her energy feels very hopeful and innocent.

Charlotte: Ah yes, no surprises but, based on just *how she is* as her energy, Charlotte is ridiculously determined to get what she wants. The difference being, it's all for her job. She holds journalism and reporting in such high regard that it's almost become second nature. It's preventing her from really "seeing" the "big picture" or properly connecting with others. Poor girl focuses on work way too much.

**these are all alleged and my speculation! I could be totally wrong about these as well lmao. Also, some of the cards just wouldn't give me anymore info than what I pulled, which happens sometimes. So, anyway, hope you enjoyed!**

#genshin tarot #genshin furina #genshin neuvillette #genshin freminet #genshin navia #genshin clorinde #genshin wriothesley #genshin emilie #genshin arlecchino #genshin chiori #genshin sigewinne #genshin charlotte #genshin impact #genshin speculation

[khaire-traveler]

Okay so a few days ago, I called Lord apollo and Lady aphrodite and I asked them to answer through a candle (I've never talked to them before) so I asked them, can I worship yall, and they weren't even there. They weren't there at all. I told them "please turn the candle off if I cant" and they didn't. Then I told them "give me a sign you're here" and there was nothing. I felt pretty ignored man 😭💀 so I've been looking for a God that fits me a bit better but apparently it's just not for me. I just don't know anymore. Like did they ignore me or whats going on here. I also did it separately. 2 a 3 times. They just didn't do anything.

Hey, Nonny!

It sounds like you're very distressed. I'm not sure if you've got a lot going on outside of this, but typically, when we're really distressed, it makes it much harder to sense energies and communicate with deities. I even find myself struggling with divination when I'm not feeling well mentally or emotionally. So, with that as a start, take time to ground yourself before addressing this problem. Sit with yourself, and focus on your breathing. In, pause, out, pause, etc. Try doing something that relaxes you or brings you comfort. Remind yourself that you're going to be ok.

Alright, next thing: how do you know for certain they weren't there? Personally, I've never met a single person who can confirm - with proof - 100% of the time whether or not a deity is present. I emphasize this because it sounds to me like you're assuming this information. Maybe the candles did not react to what you were saying, and that made you believe they weren't there, but it could be that they didn't want to communicate in that form, were busy, or even that you weren't interpreting the flame correctly (not trying to sound mean about that, but mistakes do happen). I promise that even if they didn't respond, that doesn't automatically mean they hate or dislike you. It doesn't mean they're ignoring you or that they've abandoned you. If you text a friend and they don't reply immediately, it's not because they suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore; they're probably busy, away from their device, eating dinner, or whatever else they may have going on.

My point here being that it seems you're getting stuck in your head with this issue. You seem pretty upset about this, but in all honesty, this kind of thing happens to every worshipper once in awhile. There was a period of time where I couldn't feel Apollo's presence for about a week. I was anxious and afraid that I did something wrong, but after that week, he was there as if nothing had happened. Through divination, I found out that he had been a bit busy and took a step back while he dealt with whatever needed his attention. I promise you that it's probably not as intense as you're thinking it is. I've genuinely even had situations where I've asked for signs and did not receive one, but when I communicated with the deity later, they gave me a direct answer to my inquiry.

Things do go wrong within our practices. We make mistakes, things don't turn out the way we expect them to, a deity seemingly doesn't answer a prayer, etc. But mishaps and disappointments happen in every aspect of life. Nothing is going to be 100% perfect, and that's ok. This applies to deity communication as well. Sometimes we need to try new forms of divination because one we thought was working isn't actually. Maybe you should try switching things up a bit. Cartomancy is a pretty common one I hear about, next to tarot. Try something new, and see if it helps.

I hope this gave you an answer to your situation. I'm sorry if anything came across as harsh; that was definitely not my intention, but it's really difficult to word things correctly over text. Tone is impossible to convey sometimes. Know that you have my support, Nonny, and know that it's going to be ok. If you truly don't feel a connection with Aphrodite or Apollo, you'll find a deity that you can connect better with. Take your time, and remember to ground yourself throughout the process. You're going to be ok, and it'll all work out. Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡🫂

#anon asks #answered asks

[seungwooningforyou]

Hii, can you do a reading on Jooyeon from Xdinary Heroes please? Thank you 💕

Sorry for the late reply, thank you for your ask! Did a bit of research on him and he is SO cool! Would love to be his friend.

Note: This is not only purely for entertainment, I'm very new to tarot! (But not new to spiritualism!) My readings are in a sense open ended and aren't meant to be taken as anything other than me speculating and having fun! :) Requests open btw!

Reading on JooYeon ^^

I love my bands, my pfp is actually from my fave kband so I'm SO HAPPY I got an ask for one! Pulled 5 cards this time as this is an overall reading and I feel like maybe 3 cards wouldn't cover what I want to. Even 5 is iffy but I didn't wanna overdo it. Hope you enjoy!

Nine of Wands Reversed • King of Cups • The Moon • The World • Ace of Pentacles

Nine of Wands Reversed tells me he's an anxious person. He self critical and because of that he's constantly on edge. Pretty typical Virgo behavior. He's hesitant and often times that leads to opportunities slipping away because 'what if this' and 'what if that'. I think especially cause he grew up an only child he isn't always 100% sure where to go or what to do and might look to other people to help on some things, but there's definitely a little bit of fear involved. He doesn't want to be judged and so because of that he might keep to himself.

King of Cups implies he's a kind and warm person. Because I pulled Nine of Wands Rev, I think the cards are telling me that because he in fear of others judging him, he does his outmost best to not judge others. He is a friend that you can count on and a shoulder you can lean on. He's generally well liked and there's a reason for that. Reliable is definitely a word you can use to describe him, any tough moments in life you want advice to get through he is there to help. Even if he hasn't experienced himself he will do his best to think logically in the situation and offer ideas to get you out of any rut your in.

The Moon says he's rather mysterious. His mind races a million miles a minute and he's sometimes unsure of his next move- I think this is hand-in-hand with Nine of Wands Rev. He keeps to himself and he KNOWS one day he's going to implode and something will be let out even if he didn't intend it but he just can't help it. There's a sense of fear in this card. Repressed memories and deep secrets. Something about him isn't what it appears to be. Speculation of course, but considering he's very energetic, maybe he's trying to hide his insecurity in himself? Fake it till you make it? Either way, he's unsure of himself, but once he admits that to himself he will flourish.

The world actually has quite a few meanings, especially taking into account the other cards we pulled. I'm gonna diverge this interpretation into two.

Loyalty is definitely present, strong Leo energy. King of Cups backs this up, he truly is a friend that will be there when you need it. He will always listen to what you have to say and take your feelings into account when talking to you. Gentle with his words and kind at heart. The last thing he would want to do is hurt someone who trusts him. Again, typical Virgo stuff. Second part is success. He realizes that one of his major goals in life has been completed in one way or another. He is incredibly thankful for this and has a strong desire to give back to the community or people who helped him to get where he is. Humble for sure.

Ace of Pentacles tells me that he is goal driven. Goal after goal, nothing will get in his way. Midas touch, he is talented at many things and uses this to the best of his abilities. He knows he's talented (in a non self-centered way) and wants to use this to achieve as much as he can. Rich too? He might have come from a place of privilege or otherwise put himself in a privilege. That doesn't mean just money though! Rich in friends, rich in choices, rich in talents. He is overflowing with one of those!

Overall, in a rather sad turn, I think he really is his own worst enemy. He doubts himself and when he achieves one goal it truly isn't enough. He needs more and more constantly to feel happy with himself. But these traits make him a great friend. He is incredibly loyal and would take a bullet for those he is close with without hesitation. He is filled to the brim with potential but he may hold himself back. Those around him matter most to him and he would truly do anything in a heart beat if asked.

Deck used: The Wooden Tarot Deck

Time and date done: 1/25/2022 5:45AM

#jooyeon #xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes imagines #kpop tarot #kpop imagines #xdinary heroes jooyeon

[skaruresonic]

Can you explain why you feel Blaze is overrated? (Just curious)

Part of it is personal bias. I feel Shade works better for this particular character archetype of "serious, reticent female character who learns to open up to people" because it makes more thematic sense given the context, considering she's a soldier who was abandoned by her traitorous lord to the mercy of her enemies. For her, opening up is a matter of survival. She has no choice but to work together with Sonic, which is especially poignant considering Sonic can refuse. For Blaze, the personal stakes of failing to overcome her foibles should arguably be just as high, since the two dimensions will be destroyed if they merge, but it doesn't... really feel like it, the way it was written. Blaze is a princess and the guardian of the Sol Emeralds. We get a lot on the latter, but nearly nothing on the former. How does being a princess shape her behavior? Does she not relate to common people? Did her parents - does she have parents? - keep her so mired in matters of state that she never grew up learning how to make friends? Why is she this awkward? The guardian thing can only go so far as an explanation imo.

In addition, there are various aspects of Blaze's character which feel informed at best, or not fully realized. I've described her as a grab-bag of traits before because it really does feel like there's not a whole lot of overarching cohesion to her character. She tends to be whatever the plot needs her to be, and this is reflected most saliently in the differences between her role in '06 and the Rush games. In the Rush games, she has a pretty active role, but she may as well be a backpack Silver lugs around for much of '06. Her fear of heights is an incidental quirk mentioned maybe once or twice in Rush. It doesn't impact her gameplay in the slightest, as she pulls off aerial maneuvers with the same degree of aplomb as Sonic. Perhaps I'd buy her phobia more if the gameplay reflected it, like if her mode was Hard Mode and it was more difficult to fill her Trick Gauge or something along those lines. As it stands, it's more or less an informed trait. Her poor cooking skills and her physical insecurities regarding her small ta-tas, while amusing, don't really tell me much about her character other than she's clumsy, which isn't exactly an uncommon trait. But then you get to thinking about it, and you start to wonder, what's the context behind this? Amy doesn't just read tarot cards simply because it's a Girl Thing in Japan; she uses them to tell her where Sonic will be. Conversely, why is Blaze insecure about the size of her breasts? Is she insecure that she won't grow up into a mature queen or something? And why is that fear manifested via an insecurity about her breasts of all things? Likewise, why is her being a bad cook a common anime comedy trope all that important when she's a princess and can just have her staff cook for her? She does have staff, right? So why does it matter? It's just there to make her seem adorkable and not really anything that reveals a new aspect to her character.

In Rush Adventure, she's suddenly able to tell Tails in detail which materials he needs to build a radio tower, despite not having displayed any particular aptitude for mechanics before. And Tails is wowed by this. The abruptness of such a trait makes me feel less impressed and more like, "Ehhhh, you're kinda being Mary-Suish right now, Blaze."

By contrast, even though the game more or less turns her into an exposition fairy, it makes sense that Shade can tell you about the various races of the Twilight Cage since she's languished there for 4,000 years. It makes sense that she's familiar with the technology of her own people. We have the proper context necessary to understand her knowledge and where it comes from. But it wouldn't make as much sense if she suddenly began telling Tails how to build his machines. You know what I mean? Until Trip and Amy in Superstars, Blaze held the distinction of being the only female games character to receive a Super form for quite some time. While it's cool to see the notion of "only male hedgehogs can go Super" be proven false, it also kind of makes her seem special-snowflake-y in that regard. It gives people like Flynn grounds to single her out as the only "legitimate" female badass in the cast since she has Big Boy Powers (a... chain of thought loaded with unfortunate implications), as if badass normals like Cream and Rouge are rendered invalid by comparison.

#asks

[crazycatsiren]

Tarot card of the day from mother witch

Five of wands. Fives are rough in the world of tarot. Some people have five as their unlucky number and I totally get it.

The five of wands is a pain in the ass, and I'm not going to sugar coat this one. This card can range all the way from a day filled with petty crap to being surrounded by idiots and/or bullshit. There's conflict, there's catty competition, there's annoyances from all sides.

Now, when this card comes up, chances are, nothing is going to be major enough to hurt anyone or be life ruining. But you can pretty much expect a bad day when nothing seems to go right front and back. You might find not your problems becoming your problems. You might find yourself getting pulled into drama that you never signed up for. It's may be nothing personal, but gods forsaken, you need the day to end, and sooner better than later please. You might be at your wit's end, thinking that you must've drawn the short end of the stick at some point and now the universe is out to get you. It's not though. The day will end. Your stroke of bad luck will run out.

This card can also represent a group of people who are about as incompatible as can be, who just cannot work together, and who cannot be in the same room for 5 minutes without bunking heads. If you find yourself among them, get yourself out of there. Another representation is soul deadening competition that's utterly crushing your spirit and exhausting you to the core. In this case, if you can back out with minimum loss, then do so. But if too much is at stake, then grind your teeth and tough it out. It won't last forever, and it may be a lesson learned, if nothing else.

The key is not taking things personally, not even yourself. Pull together all the sense of humor you got, make a joke or a game out of it, if it'll help you through quicker and easier. Remember, this card means things are not that serious. You'll get past it before you know it, and you might look back on this experience and laugh about it.

#tarot card of the day from mother witch

[lovely-necromancy]

The Moon and The Stars Ch.1

Not enough Moon Knight fanfic out here especially anything domestic so I wrote one.

Relationship: Marc Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Summary: It's funny to think that people are so quick to dismiss the existence of magic and witchcraft despite proof of literal gods having been on Earth and fighting in favor of it before.

Didn't matter that the surviving Asgardians were sheltered on a small coast near New Zealand, didn't even matter that aliens existed. No, the thought that magic was actually real was just too far fetched. Your cards no more than a mere party trick. It was hard not to roll your eyes at the ideal – had magic not been real you wouldn't be here right now. Across the pond all the way in London, chasing down a not yet friendly face to help you locate your misplaced son, who has come from some time in the future, only having less than basic and more than cryptic information sent to you from your future self leaving you to relay a little too heavily on the cards to guide you through this predicament.

Love strikes when you least expect it, really it hits when you’re distracted. Now you’re juggling building a home with a man you’ve just met and a son you’ve yet to have.

Sitting on the bus in the early hours of the morning wasn't something you'd experienced for nearly a decade sense moving from your home town right after graduation. Moving to Manhattan everything had been so close together you pretty much walked to where you needed to go, only ever riding the bus or using the metro when you'd gone out grocery shopping or out with friends. But nothing this early, or this long. Though that isn't really saying much because you don't have a life outside of work given you're still trying to regroup after the snap. Loosing five years hadn't been fun, coming back to a world in more turmoil than when you'd left even less so.

Many had at least come home to familiar faces, but you had ended up loosing more than you saw. Closing your eyes you focus on the loud hum of the motor as the bus speeds through the street. This last minute trip had gotten your nerves fried as it was, no need to upset yourself further by thinking of the colossal shit show that happened on Titan and the subsequent bullshit that followed. All the pain and mourning – all the despair and fear; you breathe out through your mouth cutting off any further thought. You had so many thoughts and feelings about this, and no matter how many times you processed them they were still loud and aggressive. Today was not the day to deal with it though.

As a distraction you look on out at the unfamiliar scenery speeding by, you try to relax and focus on the present situation.

Currently you are on a bus in London, having just gotten on at the airport you still have your carry on pack with you. It was all you took, you needed to travel light for this excursion. Maybe you packed too light now that you thought on it; only two outfits, your chargers, tarot deck, and a few things for a make shift altar. There wasn't any indication on how long you'd be staying but you figured by the end of the week at latest you'd be back home.

Taking out the deck from your bag you remain hyper vigilant of the road even with the sparse traffic. A habit you never broke out of growing up.

While keeping your eyes on the street you began to shuffle your deck. It was an idle stim developed from years of repetition – if the cards had something to say they'd find a way to let you know. And it's something you were counting on as the sun rose above the skyline and more and more passengers got on the bus and on about their mundane days.

It's funny to think that people are so quick to dismiss the existence of magic and witchcraft despite proof of literal gods having been on Earth and fighting in favor of it before. Hell, New York has specific signs in case of Thor damage, even though the ex-avenger isn't Earth bound anymore many stayed up as a reminder in case he ever sought to visit.

Didn't matter that the surviving Asgardians were sheltered on a small coast near New Zealand, didn't even matter that aliens existed. No, the thought that magic was actually real was just too far fetched. Your cards no more than a mere party trick. It was hard not to roll your eyes at the ideal – had magic not been real you wouldn't be here right now. Across the pond all the way in London, chasing down a not yet friendly face to help you locate your misplaced son, who has come from some time in the future, only having less than basic and more than cryptic information sent to you from your future self leaving you to relay a little too heavily on the cards to guide you through this predicament.

Passengers cycle through as the drive continues, no one ever paying you any mind as you shuffle the deck of cards in your hands. Not even the bus driver who remembers you getting on at their earliest stop but can't place if you'd gotten off yet.

Still you wait.

And it'll be a few more stops before anticipation starts to itch under your skin, your stomach is in knots and you're ready to jump off at the next stop.

The Magician jumps from the deck.

Looks like the next stop is yours. Sure you're willing to admit you may have influenced the cards on that one with your restless energy but anything to get out in the open and stretch your legs again.

Stepping from the bustling sidewalk and backing yourself into an alley you look around at everything near you trying to get your intuition to guide you. A heavy worn sigh leaves you as nothing in particular seems to spark the urge to follow after. You've followed the clues well enough so far but they weren't the greatest to begin with it took a whole hour to decipher you needed to be in London. Unsure if the distorted information was a drawback of time line details or your own future hubris, you pack the cards away and switch out some cash to pick up lunch.

The only thing calling out is the sandwich cart by the fountain and your stomach is answering that call.

At least one thing was in your favor, the cart had a veggie humus wrap that was to die for. If you  did end up staying longer than a day you'd have to remember to come back to the stand. Maybe you should get another for later, the vegetables seemed really fresh and it was delicious. It'd make a good offering for later, you didn't really bring a peace offering and hadn't had much chance to look anything up online. Pairing it with a nice wine might be a smart move, wine was normally pretty well received from what you gathered. Hopefully it would suffice, you really are just flying by the seat of your pants here.

The stand attendant gives you a look once you find yourself back at his counter. Ordering another veggie wrap you ask, “Hey, I'm actually visiting a friend in town, it's a little short notice so I wanted to get her an apology wine. Is there anywhere near by?”

Rolling his eyes as he wraps up your order he makes a few gestures along with an odd remark that you somewhat gleam are directions to just go up the street. It's about one and you're moderately sure a slight deviation won't hurt, after all if time was really of the essence you'd think you'd five more concrete locations and descriptions.

Not send yourself to London in hopes of finding a woman, at least you hope she's currently an adult and not a child, named Layla with “Hair so beautiful you'd never miss her.” Those were your exact words. Apparently that's all the clues you thought you'd need to locate the biggest ally in finding the missing time jumper. Christ future you is such an asshole.

A small hopeful thought rises in the back of your head, 'Layla will find you, she's a fellow witch. She must've gotten her own message.'

It's with a big inhale you enter the wine shop, which is an awful move considering the stinging smell of the fermented juice crowding the store. Especially the overly sweet smelling assortment of varying colors greeting you on the display table as you walk by.

You don't know much about wine but you know that a floral wine feels about right. It's amazing that intuition can aid you in picking out a wine but not in finding another witch. You do your best to keep the sour look off your face as you distinguish between the two best options in front of you – bitter about your lack of skills in your craft.

A sales woman takes pity on your stumped expression, reading it as frustration over wine choices.

“Looking for yourself or a get together dear?”

A glance at the woman, “For a friend, a new one – not sure which she'd like more.”

She gives a nod, “Well which ones are we looking at? Might be ones we sample.”

“I don't,” you brush off her offer, “But I think it's between the lavender and the honey wine. I was leaning more towards a red though.” You say as your eyes dart between the two, an itch in the deepest part of your chest saying it's one of the two.

“Oh sorry dear, neither of those two are red wines. The lavender's more a blush – and actually that honey one's a mead. In the wrong spot too if you don't mind.” the older woman excuses herself as she reaches past you to pick up the bottle and reveal a willow white wine underneath. Whatever the hell that is.

“Yea, mead would be too thick then. I'll take the lavender thanks.” you nod to her and she follows you to check out. Weird to not get carded but nice to avoid the 'oh you were snapped' conversation.

After securely nestling the bottle into your pack you were back on the hunt. London isn't the biggest city out there but traveling on foot and bus alone really makes things tedious.

Then there's the chance she's a home body who you won't run into on the street. Or what if she's already out of the country?

There's an uneven half wall along the sidewalk, you take a seat as you ground yourself freeing your mind of the negative thoughts. With a hum you take off your necklace, a simple charm you got off a candle a couple months back hung on a cheap chain. It made a quick pendulum after your last four crystal ones fucked off into the void, no matter where you'd set them down they always went missing. But this celestial charm on a janky piece of chain never got lost. A crescent moon facing a sun all held within a four point star.

Like always passers by didn't spare a glance to you – like they didn't see you. Which they probably couldn't given the shield you set up around yourself. While normally you tried not blocking people out you couldn't risk drawing too much attention to your intentions with a time traveler on the loose.

Steadying your breathing you begin interrogation the pendant.

'Show me yes.' with the thought the charm began moving in a straight line back and forth.

'Now no.' And the charm slowly began to move in circles.

Asking once more for 'yes' resulted in the same straight line movement as before, now you started asking the real questions.

'Is Layla in London?' a straight line.

'Can you point me in the direction of Layla?' another straight line.

There's always some doubt in you when it comes to this method since you're still very new to this form of divination. Tossing in a question you know the answer to in order to get a 'no' response helps ease your nerves.

'Am I a Mets fan?' a stupid question considering you hold no baseball loyalties but it does work in getting a circle as a response.

The pit in your stomach fills with the reassurance that you're still on the right track. But you still can't shake the anxiety that's nawing away in anticipation for the next.

'Will you lead me to Layla?' a harsh swinging of back and forth starts before you've fully finished the question.

Taking that as the resounding yes that it was you hop off the wall and ask your pendant to guide you through the city.

Chain secured around your neck and the charm floated up allowing you to follow where it pointed. You would have looked absolutely mental if you'd been allowing anyone to actually see you. But as it was your force fields were staying up until you deemed it safe, or needed to interact with someone. Normally you'd never worry or even bother with this sort of thing. With the rise of enhanced individuals in the world and the need for “heroes” governments and other sanctions are swooping in and “recruiting” anyone they find left and right. And after what happened on Titan it's safe to say no one needs uncontrolled access to time travel.

Which is why you're paranoid enough to hoist a barrier around your self. The last thing you want is to slip up and have someone find out about a loose time traveler and set their eyes on such a hot ticket commodity. You'll be damned before you knowingly let someone with that power get exploited, much less your own son. You just really need to send him back to his own timeline where it's safer for him....hopefully.

It's been a few hours and it seems as though your necklace is leading you in circles – at one point literally swinging in circles around your neck. That or Layla has gotten lost on her way to her destination a few times. She's been on the move since you started tracking her, it's a wonder how she's moving so quickly, a bike maybe? When the necklace finally stops moving and is stationary long enough for you to follow it in one solid direction, it's lef you to an art gallery. Your interest is piqued and had this been any other time you'd have enjoyed taking a tour through the museum. As it stood now you need to find a lost child, and to do that you had to find a woman with curly hair called Layla.

What on Earth has your life come to?

The attendant manning the tickey booth did warn you, the museum would close in about an hour and that that had no effect on the price of admission, before you bought your ticket. You deal with the general public enough to understand they are covering their ass and not just being nice to a tourist by giving you the warning.

“No worries, meeting a friend here anyhow.” you say handing a few bills over.

The attendant brushes it off with a simple 'ah' erasing you from their mind after bidding you a pleasant visit.

Settling inside the galley you see it's an odd set up for an art museum as it seems loans of actual Egyptian artifacts were made, hell some of these looked to be fall on exhibit collections. You could argue relics were the modern art at one point but a full on sarcophagus was where you drew the line on art. Either things in England are done much differently than in the states or whoever was in charge of this really dropped the ball on what they got loaned to the art museum.

With only an hour before close and a now stationary pendant, it had stopped floating just as you set foot onto the stairs, you decide to stakeout the entrance and wait for people to start leaving. Given the way she ran about town you highly doubt the woman works for the museum and by the slack security team you passed on your way in you don't think she's their overeager night shift guard. If this place even has one of those.

What better place to stake out in than the gift shop. Centrally located with big windows that peer out over most of the entrance hall, the position is perfect. Fiddling with an oracle coin to calm your nerves as you watch a few families enter and meander about the gift shop before concluding their day out. Watching the doors like a hawk, or at least you'd been trying to had the hippo plush on the shelf a little ways away from you not been distracting you. It's like it was trying to say something but you just heard a static ringing, making it hard to concentrate on anything besides the adorably sewn faces staring at you.

It was a little odd that of several other dolls that you'd seen with similar expressions it was only the hippo who kept stealing your attention. Soon the static started to go through a range of frequencies and it was like whispered murmurs of 'Layla' were buzzing through your ears. Maybe Layla was supposed to show up and purchase one of these and you simply had to wait for that. Either that or the doll was simply called Layla and you'd been following around a shipment of these without even noticing.

Yea totally normal and mundane answers – not at all possible that this has now turned into an Annabelle situation where Layla's soul was attached to one of these and you'd then have to carry around a possessed doll in order to find a child and look absolutely mad talking to a doll for the entirety.

Your min runs wild with all these possibilities sometimes and one of these days you are going to manifest some weird fucking shit into your life, not like this situation isn't out there though. You really hope this doll is just called Layla, at the very least. Walking closer to the display you search for some plaque or tag, any identifier for the toy – just something that will give you any clue to the strange connection you feel for this hippo. There doesn't seem to be one, which seems an odd choice but given the extended gee of capitalism, you're willing to be it has more to do with trapping unsuspecting parents into the sale when they've already promised their children the toy and can't back out after hearing the price lest there is a massive tantrum over it.

Just as you were going to roll your eyes, a voice startles you so hard that you're sure your soul nearly detached from your body.

“Uh, sorry didn't mean to startle you, yea? ….Just it – saw you were looking at Taweret pretty hard. D'you need any help with getting one down?”

Hand pressed firmly against your chest to calm your embarrassingly erratic heart rate you felt a warmth encase your cheeks as you met the warmest brown eyes to ever belong to a human. This man looked like the pure personification of a shy puppy. It was so clear he really hadn't meant to scare you, his hunched posture and head down said it all – the stance and expression was identical to a kicked puppy.

When you finally settle enough to speak you manager a weak, “Yeah?” and though it sounded muffled and more like a question than a statement the man didn't mind.

The curly haired man simply reaches past you, plucking one off the shelf and holding it out for you. It's strange that he'd offered assistance for something well within your reach but when you notice his name tag pinned to his jacket you figure he's just doing his job. Or trying to make up for the scare he gave you, which was more on you for being so caught up in your thoughts to not have clocked him coming up behind you like that.

I appreciate it, Steven.” you smile taking the offered plush and now it's Steven's turn to look embarrassed, clearly not used to such genuine thanks.

“No trouble really, after all it's my job.” he says about as awkwardly as a human can manage the whole time fumbling with his hands trying to find a suitable placement for them.

In doing so you're able to catch a glimpse of his wrist watch, you still have over half an hour to go, and you feel that staying in the gift shop is the right call to finding Layla. But now it feels like you might need more of a reason to stay. Looking down at the plush in your hands you ask.

“Do...do you happen to know anything about Taweret? Making small talk was never your strongest suit but maybe you can stall long enough that you'd see someone striking leave the museum.

Looking back at Steven it seems you chose the tpic correctly because of the distinct glimmer shinning in his eye – the one people get when they're talking about things they love, well at least you'll enjoy this next half hour. It'll be refreshing to talk to someone who filled with passion and not just a civil response of patterned answers. Back home you tend to hype up the kids too much, so you'll have to try and reign in your energy for the upcoming info dump you know you're about to receive. Figures an Egyptology nerd would be working here, wonder ig he had anything to do with the exhibits on display or if it was simply luck that they found their way here. Maybe a bit of both judging by how decked out this gift shop was with its Egyptian themes. Hell, even little jelly candies sat on the counter displaying themselves proudly. Well you can't really fault the man for following his happiness.

“Yes! I mean yea, a bit – well a lot. Ah, where should  start, to be honest it'd be easier to say – wait how much d'you know about the Egyptian gods?” his enthusiasm has you grinning and you can feel the control you had on your hype man energy waning.

Steven's eyes briefly flicker up behind you, he makes eye contact with his reflection giving it a sort of disgruntled pout before shaking his head and focusing on you when you start speaking.

“I've gotten a brief run down from the Kane Chronicles, then there's Egyptology: Search for the Tomb of Osiris. That's always a hit with the kids and I love recommending the 'ology' series to them, they're classic starters you know? Aside from that my study of Egyptian gods is lacking, was more of the Greek Mythos kid myself.” you joke, giving a little sway of your head with the last bit.

“So you're a librarian.” he said it with such enthusiasm that you felt bad shutting it down.

Brown eyes lock above your pout face once more, Steven gives a little gesture as if to say 'see?'.

“Uh, oh not exactly. Just a clerk but my specialties ate the children's events and getting the youths more involved with reading, as dying of a pass time as it is.”

Unlike most, Steven doesn't give you eyes full of pity or disinterest when you tell him your actual position, instead he keeps the same enthusiasm as when he called you a librarian.

“Honestly, same thing. Keeping communities involved and books circulating sounds like a librarian's task.” it's such a sweet sentiment and one you hadn't thought of. It wasn't often that the paywall standing in front of the title got to you. But occasionally you did think on how it was such bullshit that it was now needed a Bachelor's of Science to keep inventory of books and their condition. When it was technically everyone's job to do so.

You're fairly certain Ms. Patrice hadn't even had a degree. The old woman had just been grandfathered into the position after that requirement got implemented. And she never cared for it when hiring staff.

“You're right, but it's one of those letiougious things, the semantics don't matter to me I enjoy my job.” Nodding, more to yourself than to Steven, you get things back on track, “You were saying about Taweret...”

“Right, well if we just talk about her specifically in simple terms; she's a very protective goddess who oversees most aspects of life, from birth all the way to guiding the deceased in the afterlife. Some even believed she could help with reincarnating the shut if it didn't cross over properly. But that concept only popped up a couple of hundred years after...” Steven trailed off as he looked at you.

Once you noticed, you looked around wondering if maybe an actual customer came in that he needed to help. But you were still alone in the gift shop.

“Is something wrong?”

Nothing's wrong, you just haven't told him to shut up or lost interest in what he was saying. It's unusual that Steven gets the chance to really go in detail with Egyptology. He's been thrown for a loop, he's so used to being shot down before this point or called out for “pretending” to be a tour guide. The change of pace is refreshing and really put a bit of wind back into his sails after such a long day.

“I just um lost my train of thought...” a lie of course but how was he suppose to get across that he'd gotten flustered over a cute librarian who seemed to actually take interest in what he had to say.

'Dude, you're loosing' 'em.' a quick glance to his reflection in the glass window of the shop shows Jake leaning back while nodding in your direction, you who's still expectantly and patiently waiting for him to continue. With a small tilt of your head and furrow of your brow that leaves his mouth a little dry.

“Where was I?” he chuckles.

You're a blessing as you take pity on the man's nerves and answer encouragingly, “About how Taweret's connection to reincarnation was possibly retconed.”

A new voice enters the conversation causing you both to turn and look at it's owner, “More like they didn't realize Taweret's full potential for a while.”

Walking up to you both was a woman with the most perfectly placed curls you'd ever seen. A brief moment of jealousy passes through you but soon is washed away by admiration for her. It's obvious to you that this is Layla and now you understand why future you couldn't say much. She's like a goddess who walks on Earth, you wouldn't even know where to start with describing her and even then you don't think words would suffice. Gods your a simp, and it seems you'll stay a simp well into the future.

Your hunch is confirmed as Steven greets her, “Hello Layla, what brings you around?” his tone is even and relaxed though there's an underlying wariness to it.

She glances at you and gives a small smile, if you hadn't determined you were already friend-zoned in the future you may have tried to shoot your shot, before she looks back to Steven, “Waiting for your shift to end, we had plans tonight...”

The drawl at the end isn't lost on you that she's come up with that on the fly, you assume she's trying to get Steven's help with the situation. Though you never mentioned anyone else, then again you also did ask Matt to keep an eye out at home in case the kid turned up there looking for you – it's possible Layla was just covering her bases as well before diving into the search. The coin you'd been flipping before your encounter with Steven began rest heavily in your hand. With a glance to the man who's eyes are currently flickering across the museum seemingly scanning the crowd you flip the coin.

'Should we let Steven in?'

Catching the coin, the side displaying 'yes' is shining in the artificial light.

Layla had been watching you, having caught the movement of the coin flipping she turned her focus to you rather than the conversation she wasn't privy to. When you lock eyes with her you have to build up a little confidence to get your words out.

You really hadn't rehearsed or even thought of what you were going to say once you did find Layla. Half hoping she'd spot you first and just take you along for the ride while she handled things.

“Is this about the time jumper?”

From the reflection Marc can see the way Layla tenses up in surprise ar your question. Her eyes clouding a bit with uncertainty before asking, “How do you know about that?”

Marc has no idea what's going on, and judging by the faces of the other two neither do they. Was there a memo sent out that they didn't receive?

“My future self contacted  me last night and told me to find you, pleasure to meet you by the way – have a feeling we'll be good friends. Anyway they said we'd have better luck tracking the kid down together.”

He's lucky Steven hadn't been facing the other way to focus on him and Jake in the reflection of the display glass behind him, because the sheer amount of force he fronted with would have given their body whiplash for sure.

“What the fuck did I just hear – and why are you not more surprised?” looking between you and Layla he can't piece together if this is some sort of prank. But you don't look familiar, so he doesn't think you're one of Layla's friends or at least not one he met when they were together – which  would make involving you in a prank make sense.

Your wide eyes stare at him after the accent and overall vibe change of the sweet gift shop clerk. That was a decidedly not English accent and his features were more stern than before, a little more tired than as well.

“Guessing future self didn't mention him?” you shake your head.

Marc is still confused and looking to Layla for answers. Answers she doesn't have just yet but looking at you she figures she'll get them soon enough.

She gives him a shrug, “Finish up Steven's shift, he'll be pissed if you get him fired again. I'll see what more than can tell me and we'll fill you in along the way.”

Layla didn't need to motion for you to follow her outside, you would've been right behind her either way, she acted like she knew what she was doing so you'd trust her. There was  reason your were told to find her after all and what better reason than she's the boss, the brains of the operation. Marc could only watch confused  and concerned as you trailed behind Layla like some stray, it was only when you realized you were still toting around the plush and came toddling back to place it back on the shelf that Steven was able to front again and finish out his shift.

Still just as confused and in the dark as Marc was – at least you were nice, they don't meet too many like you, especially not recently.

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[nvvermore]

Idle Worship

The apprentice seeks Amaryllis’s help in the investigation

[the lovers]

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A whole afternoon socializing with the courtiers leaves me exhausted. Even after Nadia retired for the evening, the group still demanded my attention, with no way to escape, until Portia finally came along to distract them.

We walk through the halls and chat for a little while, Portia doing most of the talking about whatever little things happened around the Palace today. When there’s a short lull in the conversation, I take my chance.

“When do you think Amaryllis will show up? To court, I mean.”

Portia gives me a knowing smirk. “They really caught your eye, huh? They’ll do that to you. As for showing up, good luck. Since I've been here, they only really leave their quarters to hunker down in the music room.”

“Do you know why?”

“Not really, I've tried to get them to open up— they’re pretty friendly to me— but I got nothing. Apparently they've been like that since before I showed up.” Portia explains. “Staff who have been here longer than me say that it all started after the Count’s death. Some say it was in mourning, some say it was out of guilt, but no one has a concrete explanation as to why.”

“But before they weren't like that?”

“Apparently not. Before, they were one of the biggest names in Vesuvia thanks to their music. Anyone who was anyone wanted to see them perform, whether it was at the opera or down in the South End at some dive. Their contributions to the city, from their art to their aid during the plague, were well documented. And then it just stops.”

“Their aid?”

“They were treating the sick. Their music has a magical quality, it was rumored that they were able to create a song that healed people. On top of that, they took anything they made financially and funneled most of it back into the city. The Count and the courtiers hated them for it.”

Everything starts to make sense to me as Portia explains. I need Amaryllis to get to the bottom of all this. I can't wait a second longer.

“Do you know where I can find Amaryllis now?”

“Probably the music room, but they really don't like to be disrupted while they're working in there.” Portia glances up at the clock on the wall as the two of them pass by. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go check on the Countess. But please, don't go and bother Amaryllis, okay? Cause I’ll end up hearing all about it.” She bids me farewell with a quick side-hug, dashing down the hall towards what must be the Countess’s wing.

All alone for the first time in forever, I take it upon myself to wander the palace halls, looking for any sign of the songstress.

It’s already been a long day, and I haven't even had time to recover from yesterday.

Julian breaking into the shop again, the masquerade announcement, whatever happened with Asra at the fountain. It’s all been so much, compared to just a few days ago when all I had to worry about was tarot readings and restocking shelves. But something in me tells me not to stop now.

I stroll down the halls, admiring the craftsmanship of everything from the delicately carved moldings on the ceiling to the art hung on the walls, making turn after turn, getting lost in the maze of the Palace.

Eventually, one more turn brings me to a dead end, with a set of large, carved double doors at the end of it. From behind them, I can hear a soft melody being played on the piano. It’s enchanting, and strangely familiar, and I can't help but follow the sound until I’m against the door, just trying to hear the music clearly.

l’m so lost in the melody that I don't notice the door opening until I’m practically falling into the room. A few discordant notes are hit and the music stops, and I look up to find Amaryllis, the court musician, behind the piano, quickly standing from their place at the bench.

“Can I help you?” they ask, their gaze sharp as the grimace at me.

“I’m sorry, I was just—“

“Barging in on me? The least you could have done was knock.”

“The music… It was just so…”

“It was nothing.” Amaryllis studies me for a moment longer, before sitting back down on the bench. “Now, if you'll excuse me.”

I watch as they position their fingers on the keys, preparing to play once more.

“Why are you still here?”

I take a few steps closer to the piano. “Actually. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh really?” they ask, with a mild air of annoyance. I ignore it.

“Yes. From what Portia and the Countess have mentioned, you've been here at the Palace a long time.” Amaryllis keeps their head down, focusing on the keys as I speak. “Were you there the night the Count was murdered?”

They slam the cover down, rising once more. “Why do you need to know?” they ask, a strange amount of ire directed at me.

“I’m sure you know by now why the Countess has invited me here. I’m just doing my due diligence to track down Doctor Devorak.”

“If you were truly trying to bring him in, you would already know he’s back in the city.”

Amaryllis knows?

They stare me down, towering over me, eyes cold and accusing. Their demeanor is enough to make me lose the small shred of confidence I had.

“I— I haven't been able to pin him down just yet. I need help.” I plead, but the way Amaryllis regards me doesn't change.

“Strange. It doesn't take much to pin him down. Last I checked he was just begging for retribution.” There's an inkling of disdain in their tone— not as much as there is when Asra talks about him— but it’s enough for me to pick up on the negative feelings they have about Julian.

“The Countess told me that you once made it your mission to know everything going on in the city.” I mention, trying a different approach to get through to them.

“She must have neglected to mention that my services come with a price.”

“Why didn't she just ask you to find him if you know so much?”

“She did. And I told her no. And I’ll tell you the same thing.”

I can't quite figure out Amaryllis’s motive. It’s not love, like Portia. It’s not justice, like Nadia. They’re similar to Asra, but withholding what they know has nothing to do with protection. Once I figure it out, maybe they’ll give me something.

“What if I don't ask you to find him? What if I just ask you to help me find the truth?”

“The truth?” they scoff.

“Of what happened that night. I have a feeling you might be the only one who really knows.”

“Even if I do know, I can't tell you.”

“Why? Are you protecting yourself? Are you guilty?”

From behind their veil, Amaryllis’s hard expression cracks, for just a split-second. Had I blinked, I would have missed the subtle downturn of their lips, full of regret.

Was Amaryllis somehow the Count’s killer? Going undetected within the walls of the Palace all these years? I don't want to believe it, but everything they say only pushes me closer to the conclusion.

They take a deep breath, letting it out with an audible sigh, arms dropping down to their side. “Lucio was a horrible man and leader. He deserved worse than what happened to him. My greatest regret is that it wasn't under my hands that he suffered.”

“I’m not very inclined to believe you if you won't even tell me anything.”

“Why would I let you shed unnecessary light on his death?” Amaryllis’s voice raises into a shout. “So that his spirit can rest easy? So the people can suffer some more as we dredge up another spectacle about it? Making everyone he victimized relieve it all over again? I don't think so.”

It finally hits me then.

Vengeance.

“Portia told me you used to do everything to aid the people. You were actively assisting and donating all of your salary during the plague. I know you cared once. Tell me so that the people can have closure. So you can. So that Julian doesn't end up as the Count’s last victim. Don't let your hate for him overpower your love for this city.”

“You don't know me,” they spit.

“I feel like I do.” It’s true, somehow.

Suddenly, Amaryllis turns, gathering up the pages of music that were spread out upon the piano. They brush past me, heading for the door.

“I hope you find what you're looking for, but it won't be from me.” Amaryllis says, not bothering to address me directly.

And with that, they're gone. The receding sound of their heels is the only sign that they were ever here.

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[sunkissedchldrecon]

hello hello~ it's aisa!

first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GAME! i feel so blessed to be provided with this opportunity. also, for anyone interested in a paid reading, i really really recommend @sunkissedchld because i can tell how much time they put on the reading (very long) and i was surprised by how specific the information was! pretty much the entire reading resonated as well!

GAME-SPECIFIC:

+ VII. No One Will Do - Mary J. Blige - Why does my future spouse choose me?

+ What i love about your blog is that your such a huge array of paid reading options! i have only gotten one so far, but i definitely plan on getting another one in the near future! i love how you use a combination of astro & tarot and write your readings with lots of clarity and supporting details! this may feel a bit too far-fetched, but i would really appreciate some "practice" posts in a way so that we can learn how to interpret charts and cards! i personally have a huge interest in astrology but know close to nothing about it sadly (lol). more inner healing/self-love readings would be really appreciated because they serve as great reminders for me personally! =v=

have a great rest of your day/afternoon/evening! and please remember to take great care of yourself because i know that you're very busy! thank you and bye~

from aisa, to sunkissedchld

first, thank you for the feedback on the reading you purchased! i'm really happy you enjoyed it :D i do miss doing astro posts and still feel like i have a ton to learn, so i'll try and see if i can figure out how to do a type of "practice" post to help with others, like you, who are still learning like me! i think that would be cute!

Cards: Knight of Wands, The Hanged Man (Rx), Eight of Cups, Four of Wands, Six of Cups, Three of Swords

interestingly enough, i think the song i paired with the question for the game - "No One Will Do" by Mary J. Blige - actually fits why your future spouse will choose you a ton. your future spouse may feel as if you're very adventerous with a go-getter attitude and a strong sense of self. they could feel as if you're someone who acts first and asks questions later in order to "march to the beat of your own drum" so to say. your ability and willingness to do whatever it is you want to do when others would be worried or holding back makes them admire you a ton.

you could make them feel very happy and prideful because of your actions and achievements. i'm getting the feeling of them uplifting and supporting you in your ideas that seem wild and unrealistic for some, but you some how make everything happen, and they're just watching you from the sidelines with wide eyes and a large smile. they will like how they're able to build with you. the lyrics, "i don't want no one but you; baby no one will do" fit along perfectly with why your future spouse will choose you - because no one else can replicate your attitude and the way you building up yourself and your significant other.

thank you for participating! feedback is appreciated, but not required <3

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[oraclekleo]

Hi🌻 Congrats for reaching this milestone! I have been following u for a long time so I m happy to see u reach this in no time. I would like to join in this compatibility with Yeonjun. U can do kinky spread or any nsfw spread to see the compatibility since I m above 18 alrdy lol. Tbh, Yeonjun is not my bias but I m bored so this idea has intruiged me to try it.

Impression of ur blog: Pretty organized. Like when I first saw ur blog, it def looks like u knows wht to do and how to make it work around here. Like u alrdy have an idea in ur mind that u have set for this blog. Like the lists, mastelist, rules, readings, everything. I like that about ur blog honestly. We can just easily access the readings u did in the past or just read the rules before sending in. U make it accessible and easy for us to understand how it works so it's great.

A little info abt myself: hmm, if u are going to do 18+ spreads, then I must say tht I am Dom and yes I knw. It's rlly rare for female doms to exist in this world. I guess I was born to be that way since I hate being told to do ever since I was a kid lol. Another fact abt me is that I am not a morning person and I prefer staying up late at night. I rlly like envy ppl who can jux wake up pretty early and be all happy and active lolll. Like how do y'all do tht when u jux woke up?🤨😂 like how do y'all have the energy and mood for it?🤣 anyways, are u a morning person or a night person Kleo?👀 lemme knw.

Hello dear!

Thank you for participating in this event!

Yes, I’m a super early morning person. Like I can easily not only wake up but also immediately get up at 3 am or 4 am or 5 am. My usual routine means getting up from bed and going for a dog walk straight away, like within 10 minutes of waking up, I’m already outside, before anything else. I have breakfast after the walk. So yeah, I’m one of those special people. Lol. I was born that way.

And it’s so great to meet another female dom here! Yes, we are super rare. I’m also a dom. I don’t mind being told what to do if it makes sense for me like when I’m learning something new and need an expert to teach but someone who just thinks I will respect them only because of what they have in their pants will learn a painful lesson.

And thank you! I’m indeed a very organised person. If I’m away from home and someone asks me where something is there, I’m able to tell them the location precisely because everything is sorted. 

Anyway! Let’s dive into your reading!

18+ content ahead!

bae127 + Yeonjun (TXT) Compatibility Reading

Cards: 5 of Wands, X The Wheel of Fortune, II The High Priestess (Tarot in Wonderland), XIII The Death, XIV Temperance, VIII Justice (Tarot of Casanova), 3. The Alchemist (Oracle of the Roses), 16. Solar Calm (Starcodes Astro Oracle)

I can see right away that Yeonjun doesn’t exactly spark passion in you. That might be the reason for you two quarrelling and feeling like fighting an already lost battle. You might somewhat consider him too shallow for your taste, his interests are not aligned with yours and while you can easily see deeper, there’s nothing much to be found in him. You might tend to treat him more like a child than a grown up man, taking care of his carnal needs but without lust or passion occuring.

As for the sexual aspect of your relationship, I’m afraid that even if he tried he wouldn’t be able to satisfy you. The cards suggest you might end up pleasuring yourself when he fails his mission and falls asleep. You are pretty much the one doing all the magic and work here. You might be able to deliver blinding pleasure to him but there’s no reciprocity. You might enjoy Yeonjun whispering praises while you play with him but he’s not really the one to make you scream in return.

Your inner sun is calm and there are no eruptions when Yeonjun is around. You might try but same like the figures on 5 of Wands, you’re not likely to build a functioning relationship and only feel like running in a hamster wheel without escape.

Thank you for reading!

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[bi-bard]

my predictions for what stories I'll write inspired by maisie peters' second album

**based on titles (and brief clips)

Also, I am not including the three songs that have already been released because those would be spoilers.

If y'all like this one, let me know and I'll make one for my predictions for the next Hozier album because I have thoughts (and I've been hiding my Eat Your Young idea for fucking ages and I need something to keep me from spoiling it).

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The Good Witch

I am leaning towards something Doctor Who related. Whether it's the Doctor or a companion is a decision that I haven't made yet. Granted, this whole idea is based on the two lyrics that we got to hear, so that might change.

2. Coming of Age

Maisie described this as being about redefining your own role in your narrative. The snippets did not give much, but the tarot card showed "if it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?" For that reason, I am leaning toward some kind of villain/manipulation story with the reader getting revenge. Or the hero getting revenge on the reader??? Maybe??? Just to be quirky??? I'm not sure.

3. Watch

Maisie again gave us much more info with this song. To quote: "I wrote this song about watching someone forget about my existence at lightning speed. I usually try to use my own interpretations without letting the singer's intention interfere too much, but when I don't have a song to interpret, I take what I can get. Personally, something like Daisy Jones & the Six would fit this kind of story really well. Leaning towards Billy because I really wanna slander that man but might go with Graham. One of the two. Or even Daisy, honestly.

4. Want You Back

There are a million and one characters that this could be about. I might take this as a chance to write about a show/movie that I've never written about or haven't written about in a long time. Probably something relating to an Andrew Garfield character. That's my best guess right now.

5. The Band and I

Titans or Legends of Tomorrow or something in that vein. Something about a group holding onto each other for dear life. Grumpiness and love and admiration and badassary. That's what this story will give off... I hope.

6. You're Just a Boy (and I'm Kinda the Man)

I want this to be about a guy that feels larger than life to the point that he gets completely overwhelmed when the person he claimed to love outshines him in every way possible. Again, a couple of ways this could go. Leaning towards Daisy Jones & the Six because- again- I am desperate to humble Billy Dunne.

7. Wendy

I could just go back to my roots and use the Peter Pan-influenced song to write about Peter Pan, but OUAT is a show I kinda swore off of after I left Wattpad. So... I don't know where that leaves me. I do want to lean into the magic idea in a more literal sense though. I have a couple of ideas but nothing super concrete.

8. Run

Maisie described this track as being one for the girls who have quite simply had enough. I'm calling for a story set in some kind of battle. Revenge plotline. Girl gang (with my typical gender-neutral reader). Honestly, probably something like Shadow & Bone.

9. BSC

I'm thinking this will be a story of someone trying to win someone else back and ends up getting the most unhinged rant in response. I don't have a character in mind for it yet, but that story is probably pretty set in stone if this song is what I think it's going to be.

**The last three are really difficult because we have gotten no information about them. None. I'm working off of titles. This post was written on 5.26.2023. I'm just making assumptions.**

10. Therapy

This song is gonna go in one of two ways:

The first is absolutely fucking heartbreaking. Coping with pain or loss or personal issues. And I will make my fucking mission to drag you all down with me.

The second is absolutely pissed and this song being therapy in a angry cathartic sense or being about how a man needs to get therapy. In that case, I will humble somebody. It'll probably be Supernatural or House MD or any other show with a man that I can tear into pieces.

11. There It Goes

Break-up song?? Love song?? I don't know. This song is one of few where I genuinely have no idea what I would write. I don't have a single guess. I'm sorry.

12. History of Man

This feels like either a super angry song, a super empowering song, or both. And the character chosen will depend on that distinction. I personally think it'll be a supervillain origin story or just a really badass hero with men just getting in the damn way. So... probably DC related.

**Love you, Maisie... if you see this... if you're on tumblr. Not gonna lie, that thought kinda scares me.**

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[luminousbravery]

I am a 5'6" biological female, I use she/her/they pronouns(god that sounds cringey), I am bisexual(I'm pretty sure, at least), have medium length dark brown hair, and turquoise/greenish eyes(i don't really know what color they are), and I wear black glasses with clear rims. I have what most would describe as the 'hourglass/pear' body shape with larger hips and B cup breasts. I tend to wear baggy, comfort-first sort of clothes with the occasional dress and one piece.

My classpect is the Sylph of Life, and my true sign is Virsces.

My zodiac signs(If you care) are Virgo(sun), Libra(moon), and Libra(ascendant). I also have the INTP personality type.

Facts about me:

I have been told than I have a high maturity level for someone my age(but I laugh at dumb jokes so idk if I believe them)

I enjoy cracking jokes about anyone and anything, NO ONE IS SHIELDED FROM MY COMEDIC WRATH

I am kind, polite, relaxed, have a dark sense of humor and generally low self-esteem

I try to be open-minded, and am always looking to improve my talents and relationships with those I care about

Critical and suspicious of everything (especially myself)

I can be insensitive, petty, and sometimes even knowingly dismissive of my faults, and try to blame others instead

I lie a lot more than I'd like to admit, but try to make up for it and improve

I come from an primarily Christian family, my favorite season is fall/winter, and I would like to create other forms of art other than writing at some point

I used to have what could be considered a phobia of insects/bugs, but it has become a lot mild over the years

I mostly enjoy physical affection more so than verbal, but if worded in certain ways that can touch my heart, I will prefer the latter, and you will have acquired a loyal ally (I respect the power of words, I am a writer after all)

I am what is described as a HSP (hyper sensitive person, look it up if you're curious)

I have a condition called Exotropia (aka drifting eye) in my left eye that has been corrected through 3 surgeries (but I still have to wear glasses in order to maintain it).

A firm believer that nothing is truly impossible, and that people hate most in others what they hate in themselves

Confused by everything 24/7… EVERYTHING

Likely on the autism spectrum

Definitely a perfectionist

I try by best not to start conflict(that is my sister's job), and I hate when people put me in situations where I have to make a personal choice... but that also means I mask my own emotions a lot(help)

I'm always working to keep other happy… sometimes I think too much

Likes: Being helpful, alternative, rock, and indie music, order and peacefulness, making people laugh, Sci-Fi media, writing/creating, tarot cards, D&D, anything to do with the diversity of personalities, psychology, cooking and baking, many fandoms

Dislikes: Being a burden, country music, drama and chaos, low effort creative endeavors, hypocrites(ironically), closed minded people, bad grammar, things not going my way, extremely religious people(who try to force their beliefs onto others), weird internet trends and phrases (ex: pogchamp, dummy thicc, boomer, etc.), most of tumblr, Twitter

And that should be most of the important stuff (just so I don't get carried away)! I am very interested to see who you match me with!

i pair you with...

Kanaya Maryam!

I feel like your personality would go along and compliment hers well. Other than the bug thing... but i'm sure things can be worked out!

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #homestuck headcanons #homestuck matchup