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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months

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I recently read your theon fic and it's so good!! If you're still taking requests, would you consider writing something for theon again? Maybe a childhood friends to lovers with a Stark reader? It can be as short or long as you want and feel free to make it smutty!! And again love your writing! Going through the rest of your GoT fics now hehe

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Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader

Warnings: smut cuz anon told me i could! 😂, implied sex work in the winter town, slightly manipulative reader? 🤔, cunnilingus, face riding, praise kink, first orgasms, secret relationship 🤫, nipple biting, implied childhood friends, mentions of periods, mentioned past face riding

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"Oh shut up, Robb." Giving your twin brother a harsh shove, Robb merely laughs at you as you pummel your gloved fists against his shoulders. "Now I know you're just teasing me."

"Sweet (y/n), do you really think I would lie to my dear twin?"

Your eyes round as you gape at him. "You lie to me on a daily basis, Robb Stark!" Dealing him another smack on the head, Robb pleads for mercy from your tiny fists of fury. Seeing that he's given up, you let your arms fall back to your side, glaring at him. "There's no way. I've seen the two of you sneaking out to the winter towns. Probably to the brothels."

"You think so little of us men, don't you." He sighs and leans his back against the ominous face of the heart tree. To southerners, the face may appear quite macabre with the streams of red that streak out of it's eyes. Having been around it since the day you were born, it was never something to fear. Something to cower away from.

The castle of Winterfell was always hustling and bustling with the work of the many hands that were required to smoothly run it. Along with those of the large Stark family. Eight children including the Greyjoy ward, Theon, had the halls filled with loud shouting, singing, or laughing.

Out in the personal godswood that your family possessed, you and your twin brother liked to get away just to catch up. He was heir of Winterfell being the first born boy. You were separated from him and given the education that any other prestigious young lady of Westeros received. Unfortunately you never had lessons that overlapped with one another, despite your many complaints to your parents.

And what was your dear brother divulging to you? The fact that your father's ward Theon was so obviously smitten with you that even you were aware of his affections. You'd indulge your brother though and pretend not to know a thing. You'll keep your knowledge to yourself and utilize later. Pretend that you hadn't just been making out with Theon just a few hours prior. Robb may be your other half, but this was a secret that you couldn't truly share with him and swore Theon to secrecy. No, Robb was too close to Ned. He could accidentally let something slip to indicate your true relationship with the kraken boy.

A potential suitor for you, the eldest of Ned's daughters, hadn't been discussed fully though you'd heard whispers from the maids and lords in the halls. Trying to guess who your father would give you away to. Theon would not be a candidate.

"I just thought you should know how he feels." Robb hums.

"You know nothing real can come from it." Pointing out, you feel something seize in your chest. It thickens your throat so that pushing out your words was a struggle. "Theon and I. . . Even if- and I'm not saying I like him that way- even if we got together father would never allow it."

He purses his lips in response. "If we bring up the case properly, I believe father will hear us out."

You shake your head. Robb was ever the optimist.

"Don't say anything about it to father." Simply telling him, you use the trunk of the tree to help yourself get up. The weight of your gown skirts tend to pull you down. In response, Robb gets up as well and helps to dust you off. "Please Robb. I don't want Theon getting in trouble." That was the last thing the two of you needed was Ned to increase his surveillance toward Theon. While he cared for the boy, he was always wary due to the Greyjoy Rebellion. They'd proven to be untrustworthy and Ned being a realist always held concern that Theon would grow to be just like Balon Greyjoy.

You didn't know the Lord of the Iron Islands and Theon didn't speak much about him but from what little you were able to gather, you'd say Theon would be nothing like his sire. Lord Ned already felt like Theon was a bad influence on Robb with his cocky attitude and cavalier nature. He did not desire any of his children to adopt those traits.

"Okay okay." He's holding your hand as the two of you trudge through snow to get back to the warmth of the castle. "But. . . do you think you can be a little nicer to him now that you know he holds a flame for you? It's bad enough Sansa and mother always treat him coldly."

Frowning you glance at him. "I'm always nice."

You hate how he rolls his Tully blue eyes. "You're always frigid when he's around. You weren't like that when we were all children. You used to hang off him. But you've changed since. . . since you flowered. . ."

Again he finds your hands smacking his arm. "Please don't EVER mention my cycles again." Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed that Robb was even aware when you'd had your first moonblood.

As you enter through the kitchens, Robb's laughter rings above the other chattering. "My apologies. I forget that you're a proper lady now. Like mother and Sansa." He fake curtsies and you have half the mind to kick his shin until your septa shows up; breathless like she's been running around all over Winterfell.

"There you are!" She hisses and stomps toward you.

Robb abandons you to flee and save himself.

Even with your slippers covering your feet, the piercing cold of the stone floor got past even the thickest of wool. Frozen toes were a small price to pay; especially when Theon will happily warm them up once you get to his room. There were a few obstacles you had to bypass in your route. Nothing you couldn't handle.

You'd made this journey many times in the past two years.

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

That's when you saw Theon. . . differently.

"I was wondering if you'd make it tonight." Barely stepping in front of his door but a second ago, you grin at his eagerness and let him pull you in. Quietly shutting his door as to not alarm anyone, Theon spins around and envelops you in his arms.

Nuzzling into the warmth of his chest, you sigh in contentment. All the stress of your day rolling right off of you. Even within the security of his room, you still kept your voice to barely above a whisper. "I thought about it. . . Robb's onto you, you know. I'm worried he'll discover the truth."

Theon sits you down on his bed, wrapping one of his fur blankets around you so that you could warm yourself up. Wandering off to the table in his room, he pours two chalices of wine. "Just tell him. I keep telling you he'd take the secret to his grave. Your brother would never risk getting you in that much trouble."

"Not consciously." Pulling the fur tighter, you focus on the softness. "He might imply something to our father in his attempt to help us. Robb thinks our lord father can be reasoned with about a relationship between the two of us."

He's quiet with his back turned to you, busying himself with stoking the fire in the hearth. You watch shadows cast by the fire dance along the broad width of his shoulders.

"Why wouldn't your father marry you to me?" Theon asks after a moment of quiet contemplation. When he faces you again, there's a streak of hurt in his eyes that makes your stomach drop. "It would strengthen bonds between the north and the Iron Islands. And I can't imagine you marrying anyone else but me. I knew from the moment we met that you would be my bride."

Any other time you might have laughed at the idea. Empathetic, you rise from the bed and float over to him; caressing his stubbled cheeks with both of your hands and drawing him closer. In a perfect world MAYBE your father would have considered marrying you off to the last surviving Greyjoy son. His blood was too precious to him though and you knew Ned would only ever choose a husband for you that hailed from the north. Especially since he knew Robb would raise hell if you were given to any other kingdom in Westeros. It was only right that twins stay together after all.

You know how to pull his mind away from such unpleasantness. If you fell victim to those thoughts. . . it would only make your life miserable. The way you handled your reality may not be healthy and this certainly should be addressed, but you were too scared to discuss it. Cowardice you knew it was. You covered it up with saccharine kisses that coaxed Theon to lower his guard.

Your world was full of lies. Perhaps not outright lies, but you were still omitting the truth to your entire family.

If it meant keeping Theon's kisses all to yourself, you didn't feel too bad about it.

This discussion would be brought up again in the future. That was inescapable. You rue the day when Ned finally decided on your husband. Theon would raise hell. You'd hold it off for as long as possible. The maiden in you wanted to believe in this fantasy that Theon thought would come true. Far more happy than what was in store for you in your future.

Having to bend slightly over your short form (you hated how much taller Sansa was than you. It wasn't fair. You were older than her yet you barely were an inch taller than Arya!), once both of you break the kiss for much needed air, Theon presses his forehead against your's, his nose brushing against you're cheek similar to the barn cat that you liked to cuddle with. Rubbing his scent onto you as a claim.

Swiftly his hands grab at your rear as he hoists you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around him for stability. His lips trail kisses along your neck up to the juncture of your neck.

"Do you remember when I first took you?" Theon asks, lips moving against your skin.

Your fingers curl, dragging him closer to you. If you truly could have things your way, you'd never let him go. Freezing the moment to never ending stillness. It was a selfish want, but you didn't care for you truly loved Theon; even if you could never say it out loud to him. If you did then he would do everything and anything to make sure you were wed to him. You didn't doubt that treason would be one of those options. You'd seen it in his eyes before when you let the discussion of getting married went on for too long. You couldn't indulge him.

How could you not remember the day he pierced your maidenhead? The very same day you broke down to him, admitting that you were uncontrollably attracted to him. Longing and desire replaced the once childish adoration you held for him. Ever since your first cycle, it was like your entire body was on fire when Theon was remotely near you.

When you admitted everything, Theon took you back to his room and. . . well. . . From between your legs he spouted nonstop words of adoration and utter devotion to you, his beloved Lady of the North. He confessed to going to the brothels in the winter towns but only so that he could learn how to please you in the bed in order to win you over. How else would he be able to compete against all the other lords that would come calling?

Honestly, you barely heard most of the words he was saying above the roaring of your heartbeat in your ears. A surprise that no one heard you screaming when you had your first climax. Terrified at first and not understanding what was happening to you, Theon ever so softly coaxed you with his tongue and soft touches until you relaxed and came. He encouraged you to shove your cunt into his face (his words, not your's). Even if you were afraid that you would suffocate him or break his nose. That would only make him more persistent. Your face was beaming bright red when he positions your entire body over his face and with the sheer strength of his arms, dips you up and down onto his tongue.

Theon folded you into positions you'd never imagined following that first encounter. From that moment on, you were his. And you couldn't imagine anyone else touching you like Theon did. When his fingers roamed over your skin, it was like he was reading from a book. All your sweet spots spelled out just for him in invisible ink.

From your hooded expression, Theon came to the proper conclusion that you did indeed remember that day which makes his lips curl into a wicked grin. His pupils are clearly blown out in the pools of blue.

Taking care to lay you down gently onto the surface of his bed, the furs around your shoulders fall and splay around you, revealing your nightgown and the small peaks of your erect nipples grazing against your shift.

Theon captures a nipple that poked from your shift. His front teeth softly put pressure making you mewl and writhe under him. You feel a hand glide up your thigh until it rests on your naked hip. "I think of it as the happiest day of my life. Not just because I finally got to fuck you, but also because you said you had feelings for me as I did for you."

Familiar warmth pushes past your lower lips that have you gasping and attempting to arch your back, but Theon makes sure you can't squirm.

Over the blood rushing through your ears and the numbing of your brain as he pumps his fingers in and out while easily sliding in a second and third one; you caught the low whisper of his voice.

"Whatever it takes. I'll make you my bride."

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spockandawe · 2 days

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Hello! I've been thinking about binding some danmei novels in my native language, but I don't know where to start. I found your blog recently and find it very inspiring! I was wondering if maybe you could share with me what tools and materials would be good to get started with?

Sure!!!! So, I'm on mobile and don't have links at hand, but if you go back through my bookbinding tag, there are other replies I've got about the materials for making a book specifically. The renegade publishing blog also has resource documents that walk through the bookbinding process and include links to educational materials, etc. So for here, I'll focus on the danmei side of things!

So, a fun feature about these books is that they tend to run LONG. I've seen a number of people try to take up bookbinding in google docs, and honestly, it's doing things on hard mode. For many danmei, it's basically impossible. I think my EARLIEST earliest attempt at svsss began in gdocs, and that's not a super long novel, but gdocs was choking on it. A word processor on your desktop is going to be your best bet. Personally, i invested in a microsoft office license, because it was familiar and i could afford it. But the free parallel to that will be libre office, which does basically everything word can do, with just minor differences.

On the fancy end of bookbinding software, affinity, indesign, and microsoft publisher are also names you may hear tossed around. These can do fancier, more artistic layouts, but also come with a heavier price tag. And because i had webnovels on my radar from the start, i wanted something ROBUST. I wanted to be able to dump all of the husky and his white cat shizun into a single file and work from it. And i did eventually do that! Being able to typeset a single file rather than repeat each step across several is great, especially since i tend to tweak design choices as i go.

For danmei, you're also going to want a robust printer. I have a color laser that's been an absolute beast of a machine, but a black and white laser can get you a long ways, and monochrome designs can be very elegant. You don't want an HP brand printer, their toner subscription practices are downright predatory, but Brother and Canon are names I've seen recommended highly. You probably don't want an inkjet printer, because long books take a LOT of ink. The one exception would be if you can find an affordable ink tank printer.

And the last major thing i can think of is that if your main computer is a laptop, consider typesetting with an external mouse and keyboard! Danmei novels are split into lots of short chapters, frequently split across just as many web pages, with lots of footnotes to format, and laptops are convenient but not ergonomic. Doing too much on there is just asking for a repetitive strain injury. I've done it, but often paid for my sins in pain! And your laptop keyboard may start complaining too, I'm almost certain my first typeset of mdzs was the nail in the coffin for my last laptop's keyboard, haha

I hope that helps! Best of luck to you! Ive found binding cnovels to be EXTREMELY rewarding, even though my original reason was because these things would NEVER be licensed in english 😂 I'm delighted to see people experimenting with it for other translations in other languages, I really hope it goes well for you!!!!

#spock replies #bookbinding

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smilingbuckley · 5 months

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A very late Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck and @jamespearce9-1-1 (and maybe someone else but I've never had this many notifications before so it's a little overwhelming haha, I might not see everything)

This is for a new WIP, I know I said I wouldn't start anything and focus on the deaged fic, but writing has been difficult and watching a show finally inspired me to write a short fic (well, not short, but also not as big as the deaged fic).

Funnily enough, the content in this snippet wasn't planned and the plot will take a different turn not related to the conversation 😂 but this in the beginning is all I have so far to share

Buck sighs, focusing on drying the same spot. “Well, you know, Christopher is getting older and he's… at a certain stage in life that Eddie thought he'd need to have the conversation with Christopher.” “With internet these days, I'm sure Christopher already knows about the birds and the bees,” Hen snorts. Buck hums, “Maybe. But… well, I don't know. Chris only recently knows about Eddie and I and… I don't know, Eddie is worried that Christopher suddenly won't be okay with us anymore.” “Why not?” Hen looks up at him, “How would that make a difference?” “Well, I don't know about you, but the thought of my parents in bed makes me wanna puke,” Buck grimaces. “Chris is… I don't know. I don't think he would even think about that. For him, me and Eddie being together doesn't change things. It's the same as when we were best friends, except now Eddie kisses my forehead during movie nights and holds my hand when we go to the park. Christopher’s at that stage that when Eddie and I kiss, he acts all… disgusted. Which, I know, pure teenage phase, but… Eddie… he's worried that the reminder of, you know, birds and bees, will make Christopher think and… be disgusted? But worse? And maybe the thought grosses him out so much that he doesn't want us to date anymore.” “Or he just moves on and doesn't think about it at all,” Hen points out. “I mean, all kids have that issue, right? No parents actually break up because their kid is like ‘ew, sex’. Denny had that phase too, it's normal. But we told him one day he'd understand.” “Yeah, you're right,” Buck sighs, leaning against the counter. They've both stopped with the dishes, even though there's still a pile of dirty plates and cutlery waiting. “I just don't want him to see me differently, you know?” “Well… he is almost twelve, don't you think he has already figured it out?” Hen asks him. “I definitely knew at that age.” “Maddie once walked in on our parents and was traumatized,” Buck tells her. “So make sure he doesn't walk in,” Hen says. “Make sure he doesn't hear you. And then move on from the subject. I mean, he definitely needs good sex education because schools don't do that. There's much more than just ‘sex is bad, use condoms’ they want to teach nowadays. And you don't have to go over everything right now. It goes in stages. The most important parts are probably knowing where babies come from, being safe, and the importance of consent. And recognizing inappropriate situations.” “Yeah,” Buck checks his phone, but no new message from Eddie. “You're right.”

Buck is on a shift while Eddie has the shift off... you know how fics like that go 👀

#911 #ao3 #buddie #evan buckley #911 fanfic #buddie fanfiction #eddie diaz #fanfiction #writing #snippet #fuck it friday

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rollingubeomgyu · 4 months

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FLIGHT 231218 : rollingubeomgyu ⋆ ★

hello everyone! i am finally opening my account as a writing blog and i will try to start officially writing! my old works are NOT going to be archived since idk.. they were a social experiment..? ANYHOW! WELCOME TO MY INTRO! i'm ren, a filipino artist, writer, voice actor, and stan of a lot of things! my timezone is gmt+8 and school is an asshole so maybe i might update slowly.. (never posted that akaashi fanfic lol, i forgot about the plot) my number one skill is procrastinating! if not writing. i guess. HAHAHAHA. anyway.. I WILL MAINLY BE WRITING FOR. . . [self inserts or oc] & [ships] may include: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slight suggestive but no smut. > haikyuu!! > kpop including , , , seventeen, tomorrow x together, enhypen and astro > genshin impact and... not only that, but i accept requests! just go to my requests/inbox and you can drop anything there! like anything, like any side stories to oneshots i'll write, or ideas, or just hang by! doesn't need to be a request :) also yes, i will take anons for this account and i actually don't.. request on other people's pages so you'll just find me here. i'm very sneaky as a reader. ANYWAY! aside from my main fandoms, requests are open to... > my hero academia > demon slayer > project sekai > other kpop groups other than those mentioned (if i'm not familiar with them, i might not be able to do it, but i will try!) > spiderverse (check out @nicostenz he's awesome) > mcyt but, i will strictly state this. DREAM STANS/PEOPLE WHO SUPPORT DREAM IN ANY WAY, DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT. (i will be very nitpicky with MCYT requests, because of drama/problematic creators, and since i haven't been in the fandom for a long time running since i left TT.) want a free blog suggestion though? @checkingunpowderpower she's the best y'all

[fun fact though, i've been a technoblade fangirl for 3-4 years already, crazy, right? RIP :') i love people who still write for him (to honor his memory) and maybe you'll see a techno fic here. idk. ] probably won't see me writing. . . > anything nsfw, incest, lolicon, noncon, etc. > marvel I HAVE REASONS OKAY I'M NOT AS EDUCATED AS @siennafrxst when it comes to the topic and I DON'T WANNA BUTCHER YOUR FAVS anyway visit her account > anything illegal bruh please 😂🫵 ANYONE IS WELCOME IN MY ACCOUNT! js dont be weird lol i dont write smut though i read dont call me out on that 💞 SEE YOU GUYS AROUND! — all rights reserved to rollingubeomgyu. 2023

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mormorando · 25 days

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i've been struggling to be my best friend's best friend because with time i'm becoming increasingly aggressively anticlerical and as she progresses as an organist she's becoming increasingly confined to the clerical spaces (even though she's agnostic) so she'll say something like 'hey sorry i'll reply later, i'm with the people from the congregation' and then i wish i didn't text in the first place because i lose any and all willingness to talk to her 😂‼️

my experiences with christians are just so fucking bad lol... recently i rejected a person who then told me i am nothing, worthless and no education will ever fix that and i will have to sell my body to survive because it's the only part of me that's worth anything at all, and he was a pious christian. i mean like citing bible verses in daily conversation type. who tried to convert me first. and the person who tried to convert me another time at a party only to then make out with me to 'test if she likes girls too' without ever questioning if i WANT TO make out with her was a christian and it was such a disgusting experience, i felt so used, like an exotic animal - godless and same-sex attracted, yk, so you can really treat her anyhow, she's not One Of Us, not a person, she has no inhibitions. i sometimes really feel like christians, even women, find out you're atheist and from that derive you don't really Need dignity, that you are a public service. it's literally all so fucking disgusting!!! and here my best friend of, like, 14 years is, playing services every sunday morning and hanging out with the people from the congregation, telling me about how she admires their sense of community. for what? they Commune over feeling they are promised a fate better than all these godless heathens below them. it really makes my blood boil. we fought recently after i told her i couldn't trust and be friends with a christian, or with any believer of an organised religion as a matter of fact, and she got so upset at me for "judging people on the basis of their religion". hello???? of course i judge whether i want someone in my life and whether i can trust them based on their beliefs and worldview and the authorities they willingly choose to follow?????? what is religion if not a worldview, a metaphysically justified one, which makes it that much worse, because that's impossible to argue against. it made me fucking sick, passing by a church yesterday and seeing those masses of people pour out, people who looked entirely average, normal, like the people i'm surrounded by on the daily, like some of my own friends at school, and imagining that those same normal, friendly people i see everyday, who smile at me when i smile at them, then turn around and go there. do this. and here i was trusting them. my mother then congratulated me, saying that i, too, have discovered the great polish two-facedness. they will truly treat you like a friend and then turn around and go to their preachers, to listen obediently how people like you will end up in hell. fucking astounding.

#mine

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thecryingastrologer · 2 years

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Astrology observations pt18🧛

Disclaimer: all these observations are based on my personal observations ❤️

⬛TW: CHEATING, SU:CIDE ATTEMPT, MENTAL AB:USE AHEAD AFTER THE FIRST OBSERVATION.⬛

DO NOT 🚫 PLAGIARISE 🚫 MY 🚫 WORK 🚫 IF YOU WISH TO REPOST IT GIVE ME THE CREDITS 💌🧿

🌹 i have saturn in 9th and this one time, i read that it causes delay in the things related to that house and YALL i feel like it's true.💀💀💀😂😂💀🥲

Saturn= restrictions

9th house= higher education, faith, long journeys etc

All my friends are like packing up for colleges and are like leaving for other cities and I'm going to college but mine starts 2 weeks later than them and I'm in my hometown (not a small city just I've spent 18 yrs here so🤌)

Delay here doesnt mean I'm not going to college sometimes it simply means starting later than your peers.👍😍

⬛TW: CHEATING, SU:CIDE ATTEMPT, MENTAL AB:USE AHEAD⬛

🌹 OKAYYYYY SOOOOOO ILL TELL YOU WHAT persona charts tend to give a more in depth analysis of that particular placement. Atleast thas how i interpreted it as. NOOWW IM NOT PRO AT IT but i rlly wanted to know abt my venus persona chart and guess what.😌🤠 I saw venus⬛ Pluto over there.😌🤌 Which explains my fear of getting cheated on or being left for someone else which has made me a bit paranoid abt it and idk how tf i should stop thinking abt it cause I'm like not even in a relationship and probs woNt be in oNE for A WHILE🤠🤠🤠🤠💀💀🥲🥲 (send help👁️👁️🤠🤌💀)

Venus= love and all

Pluto= transformation and fears

🌹 I've noticed something. Any planet touched by Pluto tends to cause a sense of obsession/ magnetism/ attraction to the themes of the planet in contact with pluto.

I'll explain.

I have moon square pluto and i have an obsession with thinking abt how i feel and tend to go on a very deep end abt it. Like legit no one can tell me abt my demons cause i know them. I also have venus square pluto which again creates a sense of fear and attraction towards my relationships and romance or love in general.

🌹 also adding on Pluto aspecting with planets it also creates a sense of fear regarding the respective themes of that planet in contact with pluto.

Ill xplain again

I have moon square pluto. Whilst I'm quite in touch with my feelings it's lost obsessive sometimes and kind of blurs my ability to be responsive rather than reactive and i also fear my feelings getting out of control. I have tried to Google how to control facial expressions.

Another one would be, mercury aspecting pluto. I have it and i was reading my comments on ig ad i realised my stark change in the way i communicated bakc then and the way i do now. Like i FELT the change ifywim.I also fear losing control over my tongue which again gets multiplied 10X cause i also have mars in aspect with Pluto which makes me fear losing my control over my anger or passion like i legit googled how to control anger 🤬💀💀💀💀🤠

🌹 i read somewhere that degree of your sun can indicate something significant happening to you at that age and i have 13 degree in my sun and i tried to commit su:cide when i was 13🤠🌹

🌹again, i read somewhere that nessus conjuncting with any of your personal planets or points can indicate abuse by you or towards you and guess what? I have it conjuncting with my mercury and i was always called stupid and crazy and dumb by my parents esp mother when they would get mad at me.💀💀🤠🤠👁️👁️

🌹ppl with moon in 10th/ cap/ moon saturn aspect may have been though incidents which caused them to grow up quickly and i feel like it's true. I have moon conjunct saturn and i remember i was called ✨selfish✨ by my father for not wanting to fill water bottles. I was 8bruh like how tf you gonna call an 8yo selfish?????🤠🤠🤠💀💀💀

Also, just saying you guys none of these placements always have to be as dark as mine were. It all gets down to your overall chart. Basic point is Pluto tends to cause transformation and let's be hoenest, it isnt always as golden and sweet as it may look. sometimes it's dark and painful but what can we say? In this lifetime you and i, we all will change and no one can stop it. So never let anything bog you down. Keep your head up and be hopeful🐅☀️

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Notes for yll

I know this time it's gotten a bit dark but i rlly did want to get all of this off of my chest. The observations made this time are based on my personal bc. Hope y'all understand ❤️

ANNNNNDDD IM VVV SORRY FOR THE LONG BREAK I HAD TAKEN.

I IS BACKKKK (did i piss yall earth esp virgo mercury/ mars to see this grammatical error👁️👁️🤣❤️) AND WILL TRY TO UPLOAD MORE OF MY ASTROLOGY CONTENT.

Thankyou bebebessssss for always supporting me and following me ANDDd engagignwith me and liking everything that i output here ily alot🧿❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️☀️☀️☀️

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years

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Lunar return chart predictions for next month (on my own chart) 🌝🌑

• I just took a look at my lunar return chart for September and it is really interesting. My September lunar return chart is starting from 28th or 29th August. So, let's get started! 💕

I don't know what to expect exactly but I have -

☆ LR venus conjunct LR ascendant in leo - maybe a glow-up? or getting some attention because of my beauty?? or a change in my appearance and it's becoming more shiny and leo-ish? pffftt I don't want to get my hopes high lmao and I still don't know how this will hit me yet but I will keep an update in next month haha

☆ LR sun in LR 1st house in virgo - getting recognition because of my hard work? or maybe another impact on my appearance?? I don't know about this one but I'm sensing something is coming because there are some reasons for it but I'm not sure about that so let's just keep it short here. :3

TW : consuming very few calories

☆ LR moon in LR 2nd house - I can already feel this placement right now. My appetite has increased a lot like A LOT since about two days ago and I've been binge eating (for me binging means consuming 800 calories a day because my usual daily intake is like 300-500 calories) and calling them cheat days. Also I'm feeling like I gained some fat on my face even though my weight is decreasing. Maybe it's this effect?? Ohhh and since about two days ago, I've been obsessing over luxurious things and fancy restaurants like I even want to have a sugar daddy right now and I really want to be spoiled like a brat too. 💀

☆ LR pluto in LR 6th house - I'm a bit afraid when moon is also in my 2nd house together with pluto in 6th house because this can lead to weight gain (in my experience) and pluto in 6th house is just too extreme for me. It often indicates sudden, surprising and enormous changes in my diet and my body weight whether it's good or bad so combined with moon in 2nd house, my legs are shaking right now. 😭 But it can also mean that I will have tons of changes in my daily routines and that's also possible because my academic issues are coming up starting from next month and it can force me to fix my daily schedules and push me to be more productive.

☆ LR saturn in LR 7th house conjunct descendant - this may often indicate meeting a partner (platonic or business or romantic) which can become long term and reliable for you in the future. But for me, I already have a boyfriend so maybe wanting to step onto another level of commitment with him or maybe wanting to settle up with him for the long run? Maybe I will meet someone who will teach me some lessons related to relationships. It can also indicate having problems and delays and restrictions in my relationships but I don't wanna manifest that unconsciously lol 😂

☆ LR vertex conjunct LR north node conjunct LR uranus in LR 9th house - maybe having some fated sudden changes in my education which may lead to my future career path or which may push me to find my purpose in life? Umm this is just a guess but it can be because as I said, I have my academic issues rising up from next month.

☆ LR uranus conjunct LR MC - sudden changes in my job? or maybe meeting someone suddenly who will be related to my future job? or this can also indicate wanting to change jobs or having some unpredictable thoughts about jobs and colleagues. But I don't have a job so maybe the way the public view me will change in a sudden or the way I view them will change?

☆ LR mars in LR 10th house - maybe I will become a hot, hardworking, fiery girlboss. (jk not really💀) This may also be that I will become more productive and passionate to work my lazy ass off. 😩

☆ LR leo rising - so, leo rising is really joyful and positive for me because in June, I had my LR rising in leo and I gained lots and lots of recognition and appreciation from people in my society. I also had my birthday in that month so everyone was focusing on me and that was just amazing! (no, I don't have leo placements in my natal chart except for my lilith in leo) But overall, I attracted lots of attention from the public back then.

• So, this is the end and remember this is just my personal opinion so please don't take this so serious. However, astrology is almost always crazily accurate for me and that's why I just took a note of some relatable predictions. Having one placement can also lead to countless possibilities so please don't freak out even if you have like a stellium in 8th house with Pluto or something like that. Thank you for reading to the end! Have a nice day and stay healthy!! 🍵

Welcoming and refreshing my next month with this GIF 😂 :

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sim-berry · 6 months

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Welcome to my simblr!

I feel like I should've made this post a long time ago but hey, better late than never✌

My name is Coco. I'm 21 years old, a college student, and from New York, USA. I'm getting my degree in Early Childhood Education, specifically teaching students who are learning English as a second language. I speak English, intermediate Spanish/Español and beginner Korean/한국어. I practice these languages in my free time and try and play all my favorite video games in Spanish or Korean.

I started playing Sims at 11 years old when I downloaded the mobile app Sims FreePlay, but I didn't play my first main Sims game, TS4, until I was 14!

I play Sims 4, 3, and sometimes 2. I've been writing fiction stories since I was 6 and I've also always loved playing with dolls, so Sims is kind of like my virtual dollhouse where I can make any story I want for my characters. My writing and dialogue skills definitely need work, but lately I've been dabbling in storytelling when posting my gameplay. Keep in mind that I try and play more realistically, which means my posts may contain adult themes. Please read content warnings before viewing any of my gameplays.

Also, many of my sims are LGBT, specifically wlw, as I also am. Homophobia is NOT tolerated here and I won't hesitate to block you if you're hateful.🏳‍🌈

In addition to the Sims I also love the games Smite, Omori, and the entire Legend of Zelda series. I love life simulator games and psychological horror games (I know, big difference between the two!). If I'm not gaming on my computer, you'll probably find me playing on my Nintendo Switch😂

I enjoy putting my sims up for download, so if you'd like to download them, head over to my Patreon. (ALWAYS free!)

Thanks for visiting my page and I hope you enjoy your stay!

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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No pressure to write or drabble this at all, but I've been pondering just how it would be to cuddle Eddie and all the soft kisses

Left for work at 7am & got back at 4pm and I daydreamed my shift away thinking of this sooooo ~ I hope you enjoy!!💖

Edit: Been working on this for 20 days solid. Sick of it. Please enjoy, please. 😂💀 Biiiiiiiig big thank you to @hersweetrevenge for reading this over just before I got it finished and giving me a fresh perspective on things!!!! I got so sick of this piece I didn't even know the ending but I feel like I can finish it now so mwah mwah thankies!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗

As always, GN!reader ~ I never describe the reader physically and keep those details as vague as I can so it's as inclusive as possible!

Ep.2 fix-it/comfort! - After Dustin and the others leave Eddie in the boathouse, you go to him. You go home to your metalhead. He needs you in the most basic of ways and yet everything is so complex.

Warnings; canon compliant episode 2 fix-it, canon angst and violence relevant to the ending of episode 1, pet names (honey, sweetheart, babe/baby and maybe more), drinking, swearing, Wayne is indirectly here because he's the bestest uncle who loves Eddie so much🥺, Steve and his children are also mentioned.💖

Word count: 3, 230.

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Also, biiiiiiig thank you to @/seidenbros & @thruheavenandhighwater for helping me with flow and intense emotional situations & characterisation and beta-reading this piece respectively. This fic would have remained a daydream without either of you!!

Static crackled and sent Eddie's trashed heart into his throat as he jumped.

"...Eddie. Come in, Eddie."

The sound of your voice was the most heavenly during Eddie's best days, so on the absolute worst day of his life, it was celestial. It caressed his ears on the way inside, soothing across his scattered mind and helped him to breathe.

Eddie practically threw himself across the room so that he could grab the walkie, his fingers fumbling. He almost dropped it, caught it, nearly dropped it again, and then jammed his finger on the button to receive you.

"Y/N?!" Oh, but his voice was soaked with relief, with fear, and he felt his knees give out. Eddie reached out blindly for the nearest surface with hands barely strong enough to grip and lowered himself to the floor, his hands trembling, body shaking, mind and heart racing alike as he focused on you.

You, you, you.

"Eddie? Oh, baby, I'm - " The static crackled, cut you out, and Eddie groaned in frustration, slapping the walkie. "Where are you? Please, honey, I - " The static stole the rest of your sentence but Eddie didn't have the mental capacity to wonder about what you had said.

"Boathouse, tarp. Hurry, sweetheart, please. Over and out."

Was he...? He was.

Eddie was crying.

Oh, fuck this.

You ran through the forest, backpack bouncing and slamming against you with every stride, hurting your back as you clutched the walkie like a lifeline, mind trying to keep up with your legs as you searched desperately for the place Steve had outlined for you; the very same boathouse Eddie had told you about just now. You had only just been able to make him out over the background noise of the walkie, but you had heard enough. You knew Eddie, you knew his hotspots, you knew the places he avoided, you knew his general patterns, and you liked to think that you knew him well enough to be able to make at least an educated guess towards his thought process. And therefore, to the exact location of the boathouse.

In a normal situation.

In this? You were running on adrenaline, barely remembered instructions forgotten in the desperation, and love for your metalhead.

It'd do.

And, in fact, it did do, because in what felt like forever and simultaneously no time at all, you stumbled across Lover's Lake and found your way to the boathouse as quickly as you could. Max and the others had swung by earlier that day but to avoid raising suspicions from too many people not being where they should be right after a horrific incident, you had elected to maintain normalcy. It hurt, it hurt to think that before Dustin and the others had found him, Eddie had been alone, fearing for his life, guilty for leaving Chrissy (even though your sweet boy had done everything he could to save her and anyone would have run when he did, you knew that he wouldn't, couldn't listen), in pain and hungry (he had only eaten pretzels that day in the canteen), for almost if not over twenty-four hours.

I'm coming, Eddie.

Tears stung in your eyes, your legs and lungs burned, but you managed to get the door open with the tips Max had given you - how to bust it open without making it look that way - and then the door creaked shut behind you, and you and Eddie were alone.

Tarp.

You moved through the space quietly; you knew Eddie was here but he probably didn't know it was you. There was a genuinely terrifying and legitimate manhunt going on in the town for a man who hadn't done anything. No crime by Eddie had been committed worse than simply, tragically, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your backpack had everything Eddie needed in it; proper food which you had made earlier that day so he wasn't living off snacks, a few cans of beer (it always mellowed him out, even if drinking right now was inadvisable), blankets, some warmer clothes and a change of underwear for the both of you (the police didn't know that Eddie often stayed at your place and you planned to keep it that way, so it was easy for you to get those items), his Walkman with his most favourite tapes (you only had space for a maximum of four) and of course, you'd brought yourself, too. Ears to listen, arms to hold, a person to accompany him during this living nightmare.

Eddie had been left alone, lost, scared, guilty, in pain, for the last day or so, and you would rather die than make him go through another moment on his own. The town could get fucked with an especially prickly cactus for all you cared, Eddie was it for you and you wanted to make that, as well as many other things you barely had the words for, known.

With the fear levels Eddie must be dealing with constantly in your mind, you thought quickly and began to loudly hum Master of Puppets; his favourite song would surely not only relax him but also tell him that it was you; you were expected, but Eddie couldn't have known it was you who came in the door when he was hidden under a tarp. You could have been anyone. He was under enough stress and fear as it was and you wanted to ease it in any way you could.

"Obey your master, master," you quietly sung, and you caught movement in the corner of the boat. I got'cha. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your - "

A pale, almost ghostly hand crept out of the boat from underneath the tarp and you recognised those fingertips instantly as Eddie waved at you with only the topmost portion of his hand. It would have made you laugh at any other time but now the relief was so great that your knees almost gave out. You would know any part of Eddie anywhere, any time. He stayed where he was, only revealing what he had to, fingers dangling down, but you put the backpack down as gently as you could, not wanting to scare Eddie with the loud, solid noise (now that you had put it down, you realised how heavy it was), and your eyes landed on the fridge which Steve had spotted and then examined earlier that day. It was fully functional, as was the microwave next to it, and you noted the food in the backpack which needed to go in there. It was still safe, you were within the golden hour, but even so, you quickly, quickly, took the containers of home cooked meals and shoved them into the fridge. It was haphazard, disorganised, but you would sort it out later. All you wanted was Eddie and all he wanted was you.

With your stomach churning in anticipation and worry, you walked over to the boat. Your fingers reached for Eddie's still exposed ones and the entire tarp jolted, a harsh gasp from beneath quickly muffled with what must have been a hand clapped over his mouth. "Oh, Eddie," you kept your fingers on his as your other hand grabbed for the tarp. You peeled it away slowly; if Eddie wanted to stay hidden then you would give him time to tell you that that was what he wanted. Maybe you were being overbearing, maybe you were being too gentle or not gentle enough or maybe you were getting it just right, you weren't sure. You just knew you wanted to grab Eddie and shield him from the world, because all of this?

Oh, this was... this was fucking cruel. How could anyone look at Eddie and assume him capable of doing what happened to Chrissy? But the masses were sheep and fear made people do terrible things, even when all logic and sense would have told people that the strength required to do what killed Chrissy was far beyond what any human was physically capable of. You knew what people thought of Eddie, what the town said of him, but none of them knew Eddie like you, Wayne and his friends did. Especially Dustin. Eddie had a roughness to him, it was true, but if you took the time to get to know him, to really know him, then it was clear that he was a ray of fucking sunshine with a heart of gold.

You had never hated Hawkins more than you did today, but you took all that rage and channelled it into love, only love, for the fearful and hurting man before you as you pulled the tarp down to Eddie's ankles. You tucked it in, leaving one corner loose so in an instant Eddie could pull it up and over to conceal himself. He was shaking like a leaf, dark eyes downcast, hands trembling, and when you reached out for him, he flinched, a quiet whimper escaping lips clamped shut.

"Oh, honey," you pulled your hand away and took a step back, giving Eddie his space. Your heart ached for him, your mind, already tried and tired, was racing trying to figure out what Eddie needed and how he needed it. You wanted to help him, whatever it took.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" His voice was quiet, broken, syllables interrupted with breaths which seemed to require his entire body. He had asked you to find him, he had begged you, but now that you were there, he could only question why. The implications of that made you feel sick to your stomach.

"I'm here for you," you took that step forward again and Eddie sat up in the boat, sniffling. His hair fell across his face but he didn't bother to brush it away. You reached out and did it for him, tucking it behind his ear gently. He flinched when you touched him but then relaxed with a forced breath as he willed himself to relax, his eyes closed when you brushed a finger across his cheek. "Brought you some stuff," you nodded towards the backpack. Eddie's eyes didn't leave you. "I just... I just couldn't - Eddie."

Try as you had to be strong, to be strong for Eddie, for Eddie, there was only so much you could take and you had gone well passed your limit. You broke, hot tears pouring down your cheeks. You turned your face away to hide from Eddie - he was the important one here, he was the one you wanted to focus on, he was the one who was lost, in pain, scared, terrified, being hunted... "I'm sorry, Eddie." Your voice cracked in multiple places. You didn't reach out for him even though all you wanted was to grab him and hold onto him as tightly as you could; he had already flinched a few times and you didn't want to distress him further. The distance you kept between your bodies was small but it made Eddie feels like it was all just too much to take, and in another moment of characteristic bravery did he reach out for you, fingers shaking as they closed around your wrists. He touched you so gently that you could barely feel him as he tugged you, helped you up and over the side of the boat, until you were pressed up against his side.

"I - I didn't do it, Y/N. I swear, I - " Eddie was still holding your wrists and with a cautious look at you, as if afraid that you would be next if he dared to touch you, he slid his hands down until he could lace his fingers with yours. Eddie shuddered at your touch and then his grip was suddenly strong, just like it always was, but tender, and his breathing had begun to settle as he realised that he could relax, if only a little.

"I know, Eddie. Wayne and I, we never doubted for a second. We're on your side, always."

Eddie sniffled at the mention of the man who had raised and loved him as his own ever since Eddie was a child, exhaled roughly in an attempt to stop himself from sobbing, and then broke. Hearing his own pain put next to his Uncle's unconditional love was just too much for the tortured man to take. He had already confided the truth in Steve and his children and he knew that you would have been filled in, too, and all that was left was comfort and love.

"I - I didn't know what to do, so I... I ran away. I - I just... I just left her there. Chrissy."

You slowly eased an arm around Eddie's shoulders to give him a chance to flinch away or to tell you no, but he didn't. He didn't. So you pulled him into you, wrapping him up in your arms like they were a blanket capable of shielding Eddie from the world. In that moment, they were. "You did everything you could, Eddie. What else were you supposed to do? I'm so proud of you. Anyone would have run away but I'm not sure how many would have tried to wake her up as hard you did. You were so brave, honey. I love you so much." In your desperation to talk Eddie through his decisions (though, as you saw it, he hadn't had a choice to make. Running was the only option), you lost the point you had been wanting to make. You could only do your best, with a tightness in your chest and a lump in your throat, your heart in your stomach and your nerves in tatters, to reassure Eddie and to give him every inch of the comfort he deserved.

You let him lead the way, you let him take what he wanted from you as he practically tried to sink into you. The cool tip of his nose pressed so hard against your neck that it almost hurt, contrasted greatly by the hot breaths which puffed against your skin as Eddie sunk into you, hands gripping you so tight it was like letting you go would mean a certain kind of death. It was an awkward embrace, sat side by side, but the two of you had always been able to make anything work. Kisses were pressed against the top and side of Eddie's head, your nose burrowing into dark fluffy curls as you took the time to soak him in. You could have lost him.

You could have lost Eddie.

Your tears were eased before they even fell by the ghost of a smile on Eddie's devastatingly beautiful face. Oh, but he was so pretty in his pain. "Eddie, baby, c'mere," you turned to sit so that you were facing Eddie and he shifted to mirror you, a haunted look in his dark eyes which you wanted to alleviate in even the smallest of ways (though you longed to entirely take it away from him). Slowly, slowly, you reached up to cup Eddie's face in your hands, your chest tight. Fuck, but you just wanted to grab at him the way you usually did, the way he loved, but he had flinched so many times that you couldn't bring yourself to be any other way than slow and cautious, one wild animal approaching another for a moment of warmth on the soul.

Eddie whined and shoved his face into your hands, eyes dropping closed as your fingers smoothed across his cheeks, curling slightly behind his ears and delving into those dark curls. "Not glass."

You smiled without positive emotion. "I know. Just wanna be gentle with you; you've been through a lot."

Eddie exhaled roughly against you, shook his head as if trying to physically get rid of the thoughts; the remnants of the noises of cartilage, sinew and bone bending and snapping in mid-air, the mangled corpse of Chrissy dropping like a puppet with broken strings. A life lost which had barely begun. Dreams smashed, a heart broken, a man in the wrong place and the wrong time now and forevermore haunted by the ghost of her. The trauma would be life long but you swore there and then to be through it all with Eddie.

Your thumbs stroked across his cheeks as you pressed slow, gentle, tender kisses all over his face; not a single inch was left unexplored by lips which feathered to find purchase on skin which was an already well loved terrain. Eddie hummed with every kiss you bestowed upon him and tipped his head into the touches, that tiny tiny upward quirk of his lips, trembling with fear, growing slightly with every kiss until finally, he was truly smiling. His hands shook as they lightly cupped your wrists, holding you to him.

"Will you - " Eddie heaved a sigh and you pushed forward to rest your forehead against his, "Will you stay with me? I don't - alone, it just - " his breath caught violently in his throat and he almost choked on his next one. Your kisses grew tender, the presence of your lips more evident against his skin as you sought to calm him.

"That's what the bag is for." Your eyes pointed it out and Eddie turned his face so that his temple was rested against your forehead. "I brought you food; it's in the fridge. Like, actual food which I cooked once I knew what happened. I brought blankets, clothes for us both because I am not leaving you, Eddie, not for a second, music... your favourites, obviously. And I - and I brought you me."

Eddie visibly perked up with everything you listed and then melted when you told him that you were staying; his entire body sagged and you caught him. The relief and the release from all of the fear, even if it was only in this moment, was too much for his body to take, but you caught Eddie's fall. You let him slump against you and you wrapped your arms as tight around him as you could, pressing kisses anywhere and everywhere. Slow, gentle... until it wasn't as you lavished kisses on him, almost violent in your need to let Eddie know that you weren't going anywhere.

You didn't need to say that you loved him, Eddie could feel it just as surely as he could feel your hands, your lips, but you whispered it after every kiss anyway, as if the touch of your lips would carry the words into his skin and keep him safe from the inside out. Eddie said it back just as many times, and you decided that when next he pulled away, you would warm him up some food, reorganise the fridge, and let him talk. Or not. You would hold him. Or not. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, you would give to Eddie as best as you could. In a seriously cruel and fucked up situation which defied even the most basic of logic, you would give Eddie everything you could as best as you could. So it was just as well that all he wanted was you. The one who, in his darkest and most desperate of times, showed up just as terrified as he was, just as in love, and just as ready to flip Hawkins the biggest bird you could muster.

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