[the-meme-monarch]

my tadc oc that i hesitated to post for a while bc i thought they were too ugly to live. i’m releasing it into the wild now though. be free. get snatched up by a hawk you yucky little bug

(the flag in the third image is the aplatonic flag !)

concept sketching under the cut

like these were all the concept sketching i did . why didn’t i just go with the first one it’s more charming imo. their hands could’ve been complete orbs though instead of semi-spheres i think that would’ve been better. i think i was worried abt it not fitting the style/being too cutesy but honestly it’s probably not as big deal as i was thinking

[nonbinaryibuki]

ngghh fuhh dady i want u sooo bayuddd

Daddy chill!! (Thank u mwah<3)

[shaymindreamy]

Happy Neil banging out the tunes 20th anniversary

[pearlprincess02]

dating & dates (pisces version)

pisces: (pisces venus/mars/5th house/7th house)

dating someone with pisces venus, mars, 5th house, and 7th house placements means being with a deeply romantic, emotionally intuitive, and dreamlike partner. they crave a love that feels almost otherworldly—something that transcends logic and exists in a realm of pure feeling and connection. they are highly sensitive to their partner’s needs and emotions, often putting their loved one’s happiness above their own. however, they can be prone to escapism, idealizing relationships to the point where reality may feel like a disappointment. they need a partner who nurtures their dreamy nature but also helps ground them when needed. pisces venus loves unconditionally and seeks a soulful, almost fated connection. they fall deeply and can be hopeless romantics, sometimes blurring the line between fantasy and reality in relationships. pisces mars approaches attraction with a soft, fluid intensity. they prefer intimacy that feels poetic and emotionally charged, often surrendering completely to the experience. pisces 5th house finds joy in creativity, imagination, and deep emotional bonding. they are drawn to artistic or spiritually meaningful experiences in love. pisces 7th house seeks a partnership that feels like a deep, spiritual union. they may attract partners who are dreamy, sensitive, or even a bit mysterious, but they must ensure they aren’t drawn to relationships that lack stability.

date night ideas

visiting an aquarium & watching the underwater world together, a spa day with massages, aromatherapy, & relaxation, a sleepover-style date with soft blankets, fairy lights, & deep conversations (pisces venus, pisces mars) a beach date at sunset, walking barefoot in the sand, attending a poetry reading/spoken word event, visiting a botanical garden filled with exotic, dreamy flowers, watching classic romance movies/dreamy, fantasy films together, writing love letters/poetry to each other & reading them aloud, a rooftop date watching the stars in a quiet, intimate setting, a dream journaling date, sharing each other's subconscious thoughts & fantasies (pisces venus, pisces 5th house) a mystical/tarot card reading date, exploring a dreamy, candlelit bookstore & picking out books for each other, going on a foggy, mystical forest walk together, visiting a dreamy, historical castle/museum with a fairytale-like atmosphere, volunteering together for an emotional, heartwarming cause (pisces venus, pisces 7th house) painting/creating art together in a cozy setting, attending a live music event with soft, emotional melodies, dancing in the rain with no worries about getting wet (pisces mars, pisces 5th house) going to a planetarium to gaze at the stars & dream together, taking a boat ride on a lake/river, just drifting together (pisces 5th house, pisces 7th house)

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pisces: (pisces mars/cupido/eros/lust/amor)

someone with pisces mars, cupido, eros, lust, and amor brings a deeply emotional, sensual, and almost ethereal energy to the bedroom. they view intimacy as a transcendental experience, something that dissolves boundaries between souls. they are highly intuitive lovers, often knowing exactly what their partner wants before they even say it. fantasy, surrender, and deep emotional connection are key to their pleasure, and they thrive in settings where they can let go and be completely immersed in the experience. their energy is fluid and adaptable—they can be soft and submissive one moment, then unexpectedly intense and consuming the next. they crave intimacy that feels like an escape from reality, where love and lust blend seamlessly into something almost spiritual. pisces mars is deeply passionate yet elusive, preferring a dreamy, slow-burning seduction that builds to overwhelming intensity. they enjoy emotional depth and the feeling of complete surrender in the moment. pisces cupido is flirtatious and intoxicating, using mystery and subtle teasing to draw partners in. they love seduction that feels poetic and enchanting, often letting attraction simmer before fully indulging. pisces eros experiences arousal as something almost supernatural, drawn to deeply emotional and surreal sexual encounters. they need intimacy that feels magical, where physical pleasure merges with spiritual connection. pisces lust thrives on fantasy and escapism, often desiring experiences that feel otherworldly. they can be both gentle and overwhelming, seeking to dissolve into their partner completely. pisces amor treats intimacy as an act of unconditional love. they are selfless lovers who seek deep, soul-connecting experiences rather than purely physical encounters.

kinks you might have

dream-like, surreal settings that make intimacy feel otherworldly (pisces venus, pisces eros, pisces lust) deep eye contact & slow, intimate touch as a form of seduction, emotional vulnerability as an aphrodisiac (turning deep conversations into foreplay), romantic, candlelit, ambient lighting settings (pisces venus, pisces eros, pisces amor) soft, teasing touches that gradually build to overwhelming pleasure, lucid dreaming/shared fantasies discussed before acting them out (pisces mars, pisces cupido, pisces lust) prolonged foreplay that blends emotional intensity with physical stimulation (pisces mars, pisces cupido, pisces amor) blindfolds & sensory deprivation to heighten pleasure, fantasy-driven roleplay (mythical, fairytale, supernatural themes), water play (showers, baths, poolside intimacy), music driven encounters, where rhythm & sound guide the experience (pisces mars, pisces eros, pisces lust)being worshipped/adoring a partner’s body with slow, devoted attention (pisces mars, pisces eros, pisces amor) emotional domination & submission (trust-driven power exchange), surrender & trust-based intimacy (being completely at the mercy of a partner/vice versa), completely giving up control & being taken care of intimately, a mix of tenderness & unexpected, uncontrollable passion (pisces mars, pisces lust, pisces amor) soft restraints (silk ties, ribbons, hand-holding control), being seduced in an almost trance-like state (whispered words, soft touches, drawn-out teasing) (pisces cupido, pisces eros, pisces lust) heightening the emotional experience with whispered confessions and deep affirmations (pisces cupido, pisces eros, pisces amor) erotic hypnosis/trance-like seduction techniques (pisces eros, pisces lust, pisces amor)

all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02

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[urprettylildoe]

yandere best friend !!

"it's okay, i've got you now."

you can only hide your face away in his chest, sobbing your entire heart out, embarrassed at how your tears soak the front of his short. if he does notice, he doesn't seem to care; just strokes your hair and brings you closer into his embrace.

your relationships always ends like this, one way or another, with you at your best friend's door. he must tire of this, you think — but when he pulls your face up to look into his doting eyes, you realise there is anything but exasperation.

"am i really — hic — that unlovable?"

he stills at your pitiful whisper, grip growing more firm on you when he tuts at your self-deprecating words. "never. you're not unlovable, y'hear me? you're perfect." your best friend wipes away your tears, kissing the crown of your head. "they're the problem, they can't appreciate what's in front of them."

you curl in on yourself, still unconvinced. "you're just saying that because you're my friend." you sniffle, heat crawling up your neck. "everyone i date ends up ghosting me o-or leaving. it hurts."

"i know it does,

oh, i know, sweetie. let it out." he hushes, letting you make a mess of yourself in the warmth of his room, melt into his hands and cry your heart out till you're better. then, you'll watch a movie and fall asleep on top of him, just like you always do. it reminds him of when you were kids, holding tightly onto his hand on the playground. you were always so timid, with your fragile heart that he could snap in two.

he rolls his shoulder back. it's always so tiring to have to go through the trouble of threatening each and every one of those flies; this one was especially stubborn, it wasn't his fault that it escalated into violence.

but it is worth it, when you smile sleepily, thanking him for being such a good friend. his patience is limited though,

only a matter of time before he takes what he wants.

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐌𝐦𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧… 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛.❞

How does your person speak to you during sex (+ channeled song)?

Masterlist.

Divider I (my usual). Divider II (sinner).

Pile I.

“Baby, just like that. It feels so good seeing you moaning like that, fuck you are so beautiful.”

Internal thoughts: Fuck, what did I do to deserve someone like this?

“Mmm, ride me, just like that, princess. You are doing so well, ah, fuck, yeah just like that.”

“Can I see you naked, pretty please? You know I have been dying, it’s so hot right now, your body is my water, come onnnn, please?”

They have a pouty face as they hold your upper chest and give you puppy dog eyes just to see you naked. Though, if you would, it wouldn’t lead to sex, and they wouldn’t have any lustful thoughts either. Just based on their energy, it just seems like water is not necessary when you have something so delicious to view.

“Can I please spank you while we make out? I don’t knowww, but your ass is so perfect and it makes me flushed! Hey! I can’t help it!”

Some of you are insecure about it and would not feel comfortable doing it, so they will respect it, (of course, do you take me for a bad person! pouty face.) But at the same time, they will fantasize about it when they do masturbate.

Some of you are also uncomfortable knowing that they do, but because they are a respectful person, their daydreams of you are never on the ‘disgusting’ side of things. I added ‘ ‘ because disgusting can be subjective, and they see the same here which is why it’s added aha.

“LISTEN! (pouty face). Your boobs are the perfect pillow, it is so perfect that I feel like we had the best sex, even though we just DID, but that’s beside the point, I NEED THEM! I BREATHE THEM! IT IS MY PILLOW!”

“Giving you oral is my greatest pleasure, sucking/slurping it turns me on more than you know, but seeing you cum in my mouth tastes sweeter than your blueberry/cotton candy/cherry/blue raspberry chapstick you always wear.”

Masterlist.

Pile II.

“Spanking your ass is the easiest part, the hardest is letting YOU take control, cause remember last time? Someone failed trying to outsmart me and take that dick.”

“Can you squirm a bit, it’s getting kind of boring to see you lying down all pretty and flustered. I cannot handle it, k, baby? Let daddy/mommy handle something more easier, I gotta get more horny for you, wanna fuck you all night long and alllll so slowwww.”

“Can you tell me to shut the fuck up again, I dare you, cause, where we are standing, the only person who’s shutting the fuck up is you moaning on my dick/pussy as you’re gasping for air. But then again, that’s how we got into this mess. You being a motherfucking brat.”

“Yeah? You wanna cry about getting fucked real good last night? Keep crying and keep sucking this dick/pussy, cause this is the only meal you’re gonna have all night long.”

“Gosh, all you do is whine and beg for my attention, and fucking hell, I love giving it to you and all, but actions have consequences, and you gotta learn your place, tonight. Don’t disappoint me and maybe this time, I’ll give you a real treat and make you squirm sexily and cry gasping for air as I suck/eat you out for five fucking hours. Cause knowing I can do that shit for you is making me hard, and fuck isn’t that sexy as fuck?”

Channeled song.

“Okay, maybe I was going way too far but you bring something in me, and because you are so perfect, I just wanna be perfect for you so maybe you can do a lap dance for your daddy/mommy, and I’ll forgive you for being that perfect.”

They aren’t being manipulative. You make them staggered and confused on how to approach you properly. Regardless of your gender, you remind them of a dark siren, or a dark femme fatale without killing.

People have said or told you that you pull them in like a magnetic pull, which sounds cliche and boring to you, but it’s the truth.

Channeled song.

Internal thought: FUCK, I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO SOUND BAD, FUCK, WHAT DO I DO?

“Lick my shoe would ya, only you can be a submissive b*tch for me.”

They aren’t being abusive as some of you assume, they are a rough daddy/mommy dom. You will have boundaries and safe words with them because your future self has learned to be attuned to their own skin. But if you are in a relationship, this is your person fantasy of both of you in the same role, depending on how horny they are.

Masterlist.

Pile III.

Channeled song.

The way you have this person or people hooked on you is unbelievable. Truly. I kept hearing this song each time I had quiet time or when my mind was calm. They are going to be HOOKED. Everything about you is going to be addictive.

Within this pile, you all have dealt with being the second choice (not being a choice), being forgotten, being the loser of the “club” or friend group, having people ask out your friends or siblings but never you, or having people poke at things you were insecure of to rattle an expression from you for the heck of it. It took you time to realize that they weren’t being playful or silly with you (clown behavior too), and when you tried to put your foot down, you were pushed away for being sensitive or being an asshole.

Channeled song.

People have made you feel as if you were nothing or that you were something to be made fun of because of your weight (most of you are on the heavier side of things, have a disability, or (in people terms, yes this is relevant, forgive me) didn’t look normal to others because of a scar, a burn mark, discoloration, a noticeable huge mole, “off-putting” teeth, a “crooked” nose, etc). And because of this, you have distaste for the gender(s) you are attracted to and cannot and have no desire to believe my words beforehand, so I will not tell you about their dirty words towards you. Instead, I’ll let you know some things about them and the relevance of the signs you have been seeing and how it caters towards them.

Channeled song.

“Cranes.”

When you first meet with them, they will hand you a paper crane that their mother would make them for good luck. Good luck charms keep popping up for you, four-leaf clovers, or the lucky charm mascot. This would be their favorite cereal growing up and/or has stuck with them in their adulthood.

“Butterflies.” “River.” “Stream.” “Forest.” “Wind.” “Avatar. Aang.”

These are huge symbols for the relationships they have left in the past. They feel like Aang right now, stuck in a huge iceberg waiting for his Katara (you). River and stream is where you will both meet—you will want to get out somewhere nice or finally have the courage to explore a part of you that made you feel ashamed, regarding societal terms, not yours or your childhood. Forest indicates your love for the forest, for herbalism, for witches/wizards/animals, herbal medicine, mushrooms, Alice in Wonderland, or the White Queen/Knight from any TV shows/books. Wind is your favorite weather, or was in your past (also hearing past lives if it’s something that has intrigued you or you believe in). And butterflies—you already know why, but you won’t tell yourself because you are scared of telling the truth to yourself. But sometimes, one must be honest with oneself, or they may fall in a rabbit hole.

“Sunshine.” “Money.” “Detachment.” “And melancholy.” “Sad moments.” “Evermore.” “Sandman.”

Focus on the last channeled song I gave you, it has everything you need to move on from an old breakup (not only love based), and meditate to it. Intuition says, “learn to feel everything the singers are saying and the background voice. Tune in with it, and think about the past and the future. Learn to understand how it would make you feel in the past compared to now. And when you feel content, let go with a whisper of “I did it. I made it.””

You need to understand when to let go and when to hold onto something. For example, let’s say you held a boundary with yourself that you cannot touch your face anymore because it causes you acne, and then you tell yourself to remove the boundary because it’s hard to do and you trust yourself to not touch it. But a month later, you break it and keep touching. The same can be said here. You let go of something that was helping you because you couldn’t handle the sensations, they were causing you, but you had to hold onto them because it protected you in another format. So ending or having the relationship/breakup happen was protecting you from something, but you will only find out through the signs given up.

I, unfortunately, cannot say any further as your intuition or ancestors (if you believe in them) want you to figure it out for yourself and see where it takes you. Think of it as Alice in Wonderland and her running after the rabbit to see where he was taking her.

Masterlist.

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐌𝐦𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧… 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛.❞

How does your person speak to you during sex (+ channeled song)?

Masterlist.

Divider I (my usual). Divider II (sinner).

Pile I.

“Baby, just like that. It feels so good seeing you moaning like that, fuck you are so beautiful.”

Internal thoughts: Fuck, what did I do to deserve someone like this?

“Mmm, ride me, just like that, princess. You are doing so well, ah, fuck, yeah just like that.”

“Can I see you naked, pretty please? You know I have been dying, it’s so hot right now, your body is my water, come onnnn, please?”

They have a pouty face as they hold your upper chest and give you puppy dog eyes just to see you naked. Though, if you would, it wouldn’t lead to sex, and they wouldn’t have any lustful thoughts either. Just based on their energy, it just seems like water is not necessary when you have something so delicious to view.

“Can I please spank you while we make out? I don’t knowww, but your ass is so perfect and it makes me flushed! Hey! I can’t help it!”

Some of you are insecure about it and would not feel comfortable doing it, so they will respect it, (of course, do you take me for a bad person! pouty face.) But at the same time, they will fantasize about it when they do masturbate.

Some of you are also uncomfortable knowing that they do, but because they are a respectful person, their daydreams of you are never on the ‘disgusting’ side of things. I added ‘ ‘ because disgusting can be subjective, and they see the same here which is why it’s added aha.

“LISTEN! (pouty face). Your boobs are the perfect pillow, it is so perfect that I feel like we had the best sex, even though we just DID, but that’s beside the point, I NEED THEM! I BREATHE THEM! IT IS MY PILLOW!”

“Giving you oral is my greatest pleasure, sucking/slurping it turns me on more than you know, but seeing you cum in my mouth tastes sweeter than your blueberry/cotton candy/cherry/blue raspberry chapstick you always wear.”

Masterlist.

Pile II.

“Spanking your ass is the easiest part, the hardest is letting YOU take control, cause remember last time? Someone failed trying to outsmart me and take that dick.”

“Can you squirm a bit, it’s getting kind of boring to see you lying down all pretty and flustered. I cannot handle it, k, baby? Let daddy/mommy handle something more easier, I gotta get more horny for you, wanna fuck you all night long and alllll so slowwww.”

“Can you tell me to shut the fuck up again, I dare you, cause, where we are standing, the only person who’s shutting the fuck up is you moaning on my dick/pussy as you’re gasping for air. But then again, that’s how we got into this mess. You being a motherfucking brat.”

“Yeah? You wanna cry about getting fucked real good last night? Keep crying and keep sucking this dick/pussy, cause this is the only meal you’re gonna have all night long.”

“Gosh, all you do is whine and beg for my attention, and fucking hell, I love giving it to you and all, but actions have consequences, and you gotta learn your place, tonight. Don’t disappoint me and maybe this time, I’ll give you a real treat and make you squirm sexily and cry gasping for air as I suck/eat you out for five fucking hours. Cause knowing I can do that shit for you is making me hard, and fuck isn’t that sexy as fuck?”

Channeled song.

“Okay, maybe I was going way too far but you bring something in me, and because you are so perfect, I just wanna be perfect for you so maybe you can do a lap dance for your daddy/mommy, and I’ll forgive you for being that perfect.”

They aren’t being manipulative. You make them staggered and confused on how to approach you properly. Regardless of your gender, you remind them of a dark siren, or a dark femme fatale without killing.

People have said or told you that you pull them in like a magnetic pull, which sounds cliche and boring to you, but it’s the truth.

Channeled song.

Internal thought: FUCK, I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO SOUND BAD, FUCK, WHAT DO I DO?

“Lick my shoe would ya, only you can be a submissive b*tch for me.”

They aren’t being abusive as some of you assume, they are a rough daddy/mommy dom. You will have boundaries and safe words with them because your future self has learned to be attuned to their own skin. But if you are in a relationship, this is your person fantasy of both of you in the same role, depending on how horny they are.

Masterlist.

Pile III.

Channeled song.

The way you have this person or people hooked on you is unbelievable. Truly. I kept hearing this song each time I had quiet time or when my mind was calm. They are going to be HOOKED. Everything about you is going to be addictive.

Within this pile, you all have dealt with being the second choice (not being a choice), being forgotten, being the loser of the “club” or friend group, having people ask out your friends or siblings but never you, or having people poke at things you were insecure of to rattle an expression from you for the heck of it. It took you time to realize that they weren’t being playful or silly with you (clown behavior too), and when you tried to put your foot down, you were pushed away for being sensitive or being an asshole.

Channeled song.

People have made you feel as if you were nothing or that you were something to be made fun of because of your weight (most of you are on the heavier side of things, have a disability, or (in people terms, yes this is relevant, forgive me) didn’t look normal to others because of a scar, a burn mark, discoloration, a noticeable huge mole, “off-putting” teeth, a “crooked” nose, etc). And because of this, you have distaste for the gender(s) you are attracted to and cannot and have no desire to believe my words beforehand, so I will not tell you about their dirty words towards you. Instead, I’ll let you know some things about them and the relevance of the signs you have been seeing and how it caters towards them.

Channeled song.

“Cranes.”

When you first meet with them, they will hand you a paper crane that their mother would make them for good luck. Good luck charms keep popping up for you, four-leaf clovers, or the lucky charm mascot. This would be their favorite cereal growing up and/or has stuck with them in their adulthood.

“Butterflies.” “River.” “Stream.” “Forest.” “Wind.” “Avatar. Aang.”

These are huge symbols for the relationships they have left in the past. They feel like Aang right now, stuck in a huge iceberg waiting for his Katara (you). River and stream is where you will both meet—you will want to get out somewhere nice or finally have the courage to explore a part of you that made you feel ashamed, regarding societal terms, not yours or your childhood. Forest indicates your love for the forest, for herbalism, for witches/wizards/animals, herbal medicine, mushrooms, Alice in Wonderland, or the White Queen/Knight from any TV shows/books. Wind is your favorite weather, or was in your past (also hearing past lives if it’s something that has intrigued you or you believe in). And butterflies—you already know why, but you won’t tell yourself because you are scared of telling the truth to yourself. But sometimes, one must be honest with oneself, or they may fall in a rabbit hole.

“Sunshine.” “Money.” “Detachment.” “And melancholy.” “Sad moments.” “Evermore.” “Sandman.”

Focus on the last channeled song I gave you, it has everything you need to move on from an old breakup (not only love based), and meditate to it. Intuition says, “learn to feel everything the singers are saying and the background voice. Tune in with it, and think about the past and the future. Learn to understand how it would make you feel in the past compared to now. And when you feel content, let go with a whisper of “I did it. I made it.””

You need to understand when to let go and when to hold onto something. For example, let’s say you held a boundary with yourself that you cannot touch your face anymore because it causes you acne, and then you tell yourself to remove the boundary because it’s hard to do and you trust yourself to not touch it. But a month later, you break it and keep touching. The same can be said here. You let go of something that was helping you because you couldn’t handle the sensations, they were causing you, but you had to hold onto them because it protected you in another format. So ending or having the relationship/breakup happen was protecting you from something, but you will only find out through the signs given up.

I, unfortunately, cannot say any further as your intuition or ancestors (if you believe in them) want you to figure it out for yourself and see where it takes you. Think of it as Alice in Wonderland and her running after the rabbit to see where he was taking her.

Masterlist.

[moonreader1010]

PICK A PILE 🌘

Is This Desire Divine… or a Distraction?

(18+ in nature. Therefore, Minors DNI.)

Before you read anything else, pause with me. Desire is not just attraction.It’s information.It shows you where your soul is stretching, where your shadow is hungry, where something unfinished is tugging at you from the unseen.

Look at pictures below. Don’t choose with logic. Choose with the place in you that tightens, softens, or exhales.

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3^

Note- the pictures used don't belong to me. All rights go to the original owners. And this reading is for entertainment purposes only.

Pile 1- The Sacred Thread That Isn’t Meant to Be Pulled.

Cards: The High Priestess · Temperance · Ace of Cups · Two of Wands · The Empress

If you chose this pile, you are dealing with a desire that is alive, but not impatient. This desire doesn’t invade your thoughts. it visits them.It doesn’t hijack your emotions. it stirs them.It doesn’t make you frantic. it makes you curious.There is a softness here that confuses you, because you’re used to desire announcing itself through intensity, urgency, longing, or ache. This one doesn’t do that. This one whispers. It lingers at the edges of your awareness. It asks you to slow down. Tarot shows me that this desire is deeply connected to emotional maturity. Either you have grown into a version of yourself that can finally hold something real. or this desire is here to teach you how.

You may notice that when you think about this person or possibility, your nervous system doesn’t spike. You don’t spiral. You don’t chase. There’s a sense of rightness, even if nothing concrete has happened yet.

And that’s where your frustration comes in. Because divine desire is patient and you are human.You want reassurance. You want movement. You want to know where this is going.

Temperance says: you are not meant to know yet.

This desire is sacred because it’s teaching you restraint without suppression. Longing without loss of self. Presence without possession. That’s rare. Most people never experience it.

⚠️ A quiet but important message from the cards:

If you try to force this desire into certainty, labels, timelines, guarantees, it will retreat. Not because it isn’t real, but because it isn’t meant to be handled roughly. This desire grows when you stay honest, emotionally clean, and rooted in your own life. It’s not asking you to wait passively. It’s asking you to live fully without abandoning it.

This desire is divine because it mirrors who you are becoming — grounded, receptive, discerning.

Divine. Slow. Fertile.

Do not rush what is still weaving itself.

Pile 2- The Hunger That Lies to You Sweetly.

Cards: The Devil · Knight of Wands · Seven of Cups · Five of Pentacles · The Moon

If you chose this pile, let’s not pretend. This desire doesn’t feel gentle. It feels intoxicating. It shows up in your body before your mind. It pulls you into fantasy. It flares when you least expect it and disappears just long enough to make you crave it again. You may feel turned on, inspired, restless, or emotionally hooked. sometimes all at once.

Tarot says this desire is reactive.

It feeds on gaps. On uncertainty. On emotional hunger. On moments where you feel unseen, unchosen, or disconnected from yourself. It thrives in the dark spaces.late at night, during moments of boredom, loneliness, or self-doubt.And here’s the thing people hate to hear, but desperately need:

Intensity is not the same as depth.

This desire feels powerful because it activates your shadow. Old wounds. Old patterns. Old stories about needing to be wanted, proven, or chased. The Devil doesn’t mean you’re trapped. it means you’re tempted.

You might tell yourself:

“It feels karmic.”

“I can’t explain the pull.”

“There must be a reason it’s this strong.”

There is a reason. It’s mirroring something unresolved inside you.

⚠️ Tarot’s warning is sharp here:

This desire distracts you from your own center. It scatters your energy. It keeps you looping instead of landing. Notice how it makes you feel afterward. not during the fantasy, but after. Drained. Doubtful. Wanting more but receiving less.

This desire doesn’t nourish.It stimulates. And stimulation fades fast, leaving hunger behind.This desire is not here to be fulfilled. It’s here to be outgrown.

⚠️ it's a distraction wearing desire’s face.

Release it, and your energy returns to you.

Pile 3- The Fire That Was Never Meant to Keep You Comfortable.

Cards: The Tower · Judgement · Death · The Star · Queen of Swords

If you’re here, take a breath. This desire was never subtle. It arrived like an interruption. or a reckoning.

This wasn’t a crush. This was an event.

It cracked something open in you. Your beliefs about love, worth, safety, or yourself. It may have come through a person who changed you, a longing that destabilized you, or a realization you couldn’t unsee once it arrived. Tarot shows me that this desire ended a chapter, whether you were ready or not. And you may still be asking:

Why did this happen?

Why did it feel so intense?

Why couldn’t it just be easy?

Because it wasn’t meant to be easy.

This desire was divine because it initiated you. It stripped illusions. It burned away what you were tolerating. It showed you where you were betraying yourself. and where you could no longer pretend. You are not the same person who felt this desire initially. That’s the point.

⚠️ Tarot’s most important message for you:

Do not confuse the transformation with the attachment.

This desire served its purpose the moment it woke you up. If you try to resurrect it in the same form, you reopen a door that was meant to close.

But oh, what you gained.

Clarity.

Discernment.

Standards.

A sharper sense of self.

This desire was divine because it changed the trajectory of your life. not because it was meant to stay.

You carry the wisdom forward. Not the wound.

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Pick-a-pile readings speak in echoes. Private readings speak in names, timelines, and truths.

If you want to know:

what this desire is really doing in your life

how it evolves if you act — or if you don’t

whether to wait, walk away, or step forward

That’s where I meet you one-on-one with the cards.

💌 Book a private reading.

[musashi]

Hey can you guys reblog Cheeseburger so he can take a sunbeam nap on lots of blogs. No other reason I just want you guys to see him.

[indigovalium]

[koukouvayia]

Existence is Resistance

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥—𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.❞

Pick your poison (detailed).

Masterlist.

Author’s note,

Just finished my paid services if anyone is interested. Anyways, I was trying to figure out how to make this into a pac because it is so random, but what the hell, right? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Moodboard | Divider.

Pile I.

Channeled song.

“Sometimes, I like to think about the moon and the sun. How they align with one another, and how I align with you. How can we align with one another so well like the moon and the sun? Are we a God and a Goddess? Are we Aphrodite and Hercules? Are you my beauty queen, and am I your fighter?”

Your future spouse/person wants you to think outside the box more. Stop thinking in black and white, focus on your innermost feelings, and let yourself breathe. You don’t have to be a particular way; you can be every single way when you label yourself. You can call yourself serious and strong but sometimes feel goofy and sensitive. There is no specific way a label must be. You don't have to be right in everything you do nor follow what is right about a specific genre or a couple. You have to be right for yourself, but you can't be if you won't allow yourself to be contradictory. It’s not fair to you, nor is it fair during sex.

You want it one way, but when you do it that way; you can't handle it, and you do it another way, and the cycle repeats itself. It is okay to change your mind, but when you get your gift, you should learn to appreciate it. Appreciate me too, I need that right now, appreciate us.. we need that. I don't want to keep fighting with you, I love you lots, but do you love me lots?

Channeled song.

“I want to fight for us, I want to praise you, I want to love you—can you love me? Are we always going to fight with each other? Are we always going to kiss one another, have passionate sex, and then always argue? Is this the relationship you dreamed of when we were kids? Is this what you thought was going to happen when you accepted my proposal? Is this something that makes you happy? Pick your poison (your name). Are you happy?”

“I don’t want to think about cheating with you, but ever since you started to become abusive, I have—I’m not your abusive ex, stop projecting it onto me. I deserve better, and I've been fighting it with you, but you won't see it. I'm going to leave. And when I leave, don’t come chasing me again. I need that peace surrounding me, and you are my icebreaker that I don’t want. I don't want you, I don't, I don't, I don't—I want you gone. Just leave me.. le—”

A lot of anger surrounds your childhood best friend or sweetheart, a lot. When someone feels very angry, they don’t know how to put it into words, and the same can be said here. They want to say things to you that they will regret so you can feel the same anger, but at the same time, they want to do better and try to work it out. The issue is, it never will work out if you don’t change yourself right now.

You are at war with yourself, and you have become egotistical and nasty. It's very nasty that channeling your energy makes me feel nauseous, dehydrated, and sick. There is a lot of unnecessary rage within your heart, and yet you were in the wrong when this friendship ended, or this long-lasting relationship ended with your ex. You need to let it go and stop projecting.

You have someone who is going to be so loyal to you, and yet? It doesn’t matter because hurting them and sabotaging feels freer—makes you feel alive when it shouldn’t.

Channeled song.

“Tsk, tsk, disappointing yourself, cheating on yourself, is your poison. Imagine being your own demise because you don't believe in goodness? That you don't believe in happiness, in peace, or in love? How pathetic.”

Your mind is a walking paradox. On one hand, you want to love and cherish them, and on the other, you want to despise them for what they did. And no, this isn't about your future person, this is about loving you.

What is so disgusting about you that you cannot love yourself the right way? What is so daunting about you that you cannot attend to yourself? Because you are scared of people, because your social anxiety fucks with your pretty brain? Because God (metaphor) doesn’t love you, so you must hate yourself? What do you think your future person is going to think about this, and what do you think your inner child is going to see, knowing damn well the hardships they had to go through only to end up like this? Seriously?! You want to let your past self down and harm your HEALED inner child because you are afraid of happiness and peace??

Get a grip, get a fucking grip and yell at yourself, TELL YOURSELF that you deserve happiness, you deserve it, you fucking deserve it. Do you understand?? YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT!!!!

Do not sabotage yourself BECAUSE YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS AND I WANT YOU TO FUCKING DO IT. GIVE YOURSELF THE PEACE THAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, GIVE YOURSELF THE HAPPINESS YOU FUCKING DESERVE. IT WAS TIME AGES AGO, BUT YOU REJECTED IT BECAUSE OF THIS. DO BETTER. Please.

**Remember this is from your future person. Just an intuitive thing.**

Channeled song.

Masterlist.

Pile II.

Channeled song.

When you think about monsters, what do you see? Do you think about your favorite comfort characters that you fantasize about (knowing they are awful people)? Do you think about your parents, about your siblings, or your extended family? Do you think about me triggering you to heal yourself? Do you think about the PACs you read that call you out on your bullshit? Or do you think about yourself when you made a fucking mistake and then go on a spiral when you don’t have to?

Do you like breaking your spirit to the point where you cannot come back? Do you like insulting yourself to the point where you cannot enjoy the moment? Where you cannot even allow yourself to masturbate to the characters you like—who they are is not something you should focus on. You are allowed to find them hot, everyone does it, and it is not—it does not make you a bad person. It’s okay to find them attractive, so stop being a dick to yourself. “Who do you think you are? You don’t even know who I am, fuck you. You are not worth my time. Let me throw you hate, you deserve it—”

It’s almost like you want to throw me this hate and yet.. in your heart, you know deep down it is about you. You don’t even know who you are. Who are you?? Tell me, who are you? I don’t know who are you, no one does, not even yourself, how could you do that to yourself.. was it something you deserve?

To not know who you are, to lose yourself for others opinions, and then make fun of yourself when you cannot become them? There is nothing to become, and there is nothing to go home to. How can you expect things from yourself when you are a shell of what they created? They broke you, broke every single thing about you, and yet, you never allowed them to. You become like others, you lost your confidence, but you can always get it back. You lost your happiness, but you can always get it back. You lost your purpose, but you CAN always make a new one. Our happiness, our confidence, and our purpose do not define us, OUR WANTS do.

Do you understand, my love?? Your character can determine who you are ON THE OUTSIDE, to OTHERS, but who you are on the inside, you wants… that determines who you really are. What do you really want to do, my pretty?

Do you want others to laugh at you, do you want to keep blaming yourself for it, or do you want to fight for yourself and become better just for you?

Channeled song.

What do you imagine when you think about fighting for yourself? What comes to mind for you?

Is it going on a quiet road trip when the sky is pouring with sweet rain? Is it coming home to see your loved ones praising you for your hard work? Is it knowing that you found a healthy partner sharing your hardships with you? Is it knowing that you can have healthy sex for the first time in your life and finally knowing what aftercare is? Is it finally learning how to educate yourself about sex, masturbation, and healthy sex? Is it constructing your dream home and living in it like Rapunzel but having it as your choice?

What is more appealing to you, my pretty, is it fighting for yourself or fighting yourself for others?

Masterlist.

Pile III.

Channeled song.

Thank you for ending a shitty relationship with your person. It doesn’t matter what type of relationship it was, but thanks for respecting and prioritizing yourself. We don’t know each other, maybe you follow me, maybe you don’t, it doesn’t matter. Thanks.

Your energy is so pretty right now. A lot of bad things would happen when you were with them, but you could not let them go because you cared. You cared way too much more than you should have. Sure, there were moments when things were so lovely with them, but having that shallow mindset made things hard for you to realize their bullshit.

You liked their looks, their body, their voice, etc., but never their personality. Their physical attributes made up for everything, and it was nice for a while until it started to become unbearable. Intuition tells me you craved to be with someone handsome/gorgeous like them for so long, kind of like a dream board or 16 wishes. It was good for a while until those wishes were fading away, and each time you wished for something else, another thing disappeared. If you have not seen the Disney movie, I recommend that you do—there are so many messages for you. The ending is something you must see.

Channeled song.

Your ending is short just as their love was for you. It’s kind of like you want to hear me praise you more or show you appreciation for what you did. But you need to do that for yourself; I cannot offer something that you lack.

You have to start showing yourself the praise and love you seek from others. Yeah, your relationship ended, but don’t make the same mistake you made in the beginning with them. Learn from your lessons and nurture yourself.

Masterlist.

[meo-eiru]

The most beautiful pearl

That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.

It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.

Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…

“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.

“You do my lady?”, I nod.

“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”

“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”

“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.

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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.

516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.

“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.

“Damn it…”

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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.

“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”

“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”

Huh?

Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?

“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”

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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.

“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.

“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”

“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“

“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”

I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…

It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.

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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.

You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.

It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.

I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.

“Dana…?”

“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!

…What are you looking at?

My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.

“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”

My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.

“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”

You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.

“!!”

In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.

“D-Don’t look!”

If you do they’ll take you away from me.

“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.

I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.

“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”

Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.

Yes, what I wanted…

What I wanted?

Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.

“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.

“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.

“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”

My hand presses down harder.

“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.

“You don’t know anything…”

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“Dana”

A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.

I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.

She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.

“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”

Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.

The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.

It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.

Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.

A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.

It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.

But then I met you.

The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.

I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.

So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.

I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.

I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-

“UGH!”

I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”

You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.

“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”

My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.

“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”

A tear threatens to fall from my eye.

“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”

“Dana I’m sorry-“

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.

Then an idea comes to my mind.

“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”

I grab your face before you can answer.

“!?”

I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.

“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.

I lean in closer and look into your eyes.

“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”

[rosefigs]

𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐴𝑚 𝐼 𝐼𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦?

18+ CONTENT

This spread peels back the layers of erotic projection, revealing not only what he wants, but what he sees when he looks at you in secret. You become the mirror, the muse, the poison.

This reading explores:

The fantasy gaze he has of you

The hidden kink underneath his silence

The scene where the fantasy plays out

The power dynamic that fuels the lust

The mirror you unknowingly hold up to him

💋 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒

♥︎ The Fantasy Gaze - 6 of Swords

You are his soft getaway. He sees you as the one he escapes with or escapes into. You’re the woman he meets in motion, maybe on a trip, maybe in the space between grief and rebirth. He sees you standing in the middle of an empty train platform, mascara smudged, quiet, but with lips that say “I won’t ask for it, but I want it rough.” You don’t beg, you don’t brag - you suck him dry and say nothing. That’s what makes his cock throb. He jacks off to the idea of you not answering his texts. He wants to take you somewhere far away and never bring you back. His runaway slut. Quiet, floating, unavailable but deeply magnetic.

♥︎ The Hidden Kink - The Empress

He wants to breed you. Not just fuck you but impregnate you with his lust, his power, his abundance. The kink is devotional eroticism: The softness of your stomach, the curve of your hips, your nipples sore from how hard he’s sucked them. You become his fertile altar. He wants to nurture and consume at once. He wants to come inside you without asking. He wants to eat your pussy while whispering, “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” worshipping you as he fucks you raw.

♥︎ The Scene - Queen of Pentacles

The setting is lush, domestic, clothed in luxury. A sensual room. You wear silk, pearls, something soft. The light is golden. You’re lounging on a leather chair, licking honey off your fingers. You have pearl earrings on, no panties under your dress. You light a cigarette just to see if he’ll slap it out of your hand. You pour wine down your tits and dare him to drink it. You masturbate in front of the fireplace, just to show him you don’t need his hands. He watches you in stillness. You don’t need him, and that’s part of the arousal.

♥︎ The Power Dynamic - 8 of Cups

You walk away. Even if he gets the fantasy, it ends with you leaving. That’s the erotic wound: he never quite holds onto you. He keeps trying to hold the moment, and it slips through his hands like water. After he gives you everything, touches your pussy like it belongs to him, begs to taste you again - you leave. That’s what makes him hard. You’re the one that got fucked and vanished. The ghost of a girl who made him spill every drop and never gave him a thank you. He stays haunted.

♥︎ The Forbidden Mirror - Page of Swords

You reflect his obsession with watching women he can’t touch. You trigger his voyeur. He wants to watch you: read your texts, hear your thoughts, study your body language obsessively. He sees you as a bratty aloof minx, slightly off-limits, and always thinking more than you say. He’s aroused by your curiosity, a mind he loves and a body he dreams of fucking. You know you’re in his mind when he jacks off.

♥️ Erotic Translation

He fantasizes about escaping with you to a beautiful, lush secret world where he can possess and care for you. But the core kink is in the emotional distance: he worships you while knowing you’ll leave. You’re the one who makes him feel everything...then disappears. He dreams of fucking you full like a goddess, feeding you, owning your body. But it’s all control play. Because in the end? You leave him undone. Pretty and cruel.

🥂 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑜

♥︎ The Fantasy Gaze - 10 of Wands

You are the burden he craves. He sees you as too much but in the hottest way. Erotic overwhelm. You come with complications, intensity, maybe baggage. He loves it when you say, "I hate you" as you cum all over him. You are weight and heat and pressure. You’re the girl who won’t shut up, won’t come easy, won’t make it cute. You cry during sex, you beg without meaning to, you ask him if he loves you while he’s still inside you. He loves every moment of it.

♥︎ The Hidden Kink - Ace of Pentacles

He wants to fill you. This is penetrative in the most literal and symbolic sense. The kink is insertion with meaning: a slow, grounded claiming. Not wild, but dense. He calls you “good girl” while he fills you up, thumb in your mouth. Breeding kink mixed with possessive lust. He wants to build something physical with you: sweat, skin, structure. Pregnancy, breeding, or body obsession. He fantasizes about slow, punishing strokes, grinding into you with no lube, one hand on your throat and the other on your waist like he’s digging himself deeper every time you whimper.

♥︎ The Scene - Knight of Swords

Urgency. Corridor sex. Verbal aggression. It’s brutal. Fast. A hallway. A kitchen counter. The mood is fast, sharp, and impatient. Panties pushed aside, leg up. The setting may involve danger or being caught. Words are exchanged - maybe angry, maybe teasing. He throws you against the wall because he can’t not. This is don’t stop / fuck me until I cry / ruin my mascara and call me yours sex. You’re yelling at him while he’s balls-deep in you. “Shut the fuck up,” he says, but keeps going.

♥︎ The Power Dynamic - The World

He gets to fuck you like a prize, but you make him earn it. You represent completion. He wants to dominate you to feel whole. He wants to fuck you until he earns your surrender, you go limp in his arms and whisper, “Fine. You win.” while he continues thrusting. The power dynamic is that he needs your orgasm as his reward. You hold the key to his control, and he’ll do anything to earn or own it. He wants to fuck you until you surrender like a queen who finally drops her crown. You're at the center of his universe.

♥︎ The Forbidden Mirror - 9 of Wands

You trigger his battle scars. You mirror his exhaustion, his wounds, his past betrayals. He sees your guarded strength and wants to fuck it open. You make him feel like he’s in a fight but it's one that turns him on. He wants to break through your walls, not with kindness, but with consistent, brutal lustful thrusts. Every orgasm is a battle won. Every time you moan his name, he believes he's healed a piece of himself and giving you therapy via his dick.

♥️ Erotic Translation

You’re his erotic war. You are the one he shouldn’t keep fucking, but he keeps showing up anyway. You drain him. You make him beg. The fantasy is brutal: nails, noise, pounding, spit, and the metallic taste of unresolved trauma. He wants to fuck you like a mission: fast, brutal, needing to prove something. But underneath is devotion: he wants to last, to build, to claim.

🖤 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

♥︎ The Fantasy Gaze - The Devil

You are the forbidden obsession. The woman who fucks him like she owns his soul. He sees you as the seductress he shouldn’t want but can’t stop thinking about. You are the addiction, the craving, the loss of self. You represent his erotic undoing. You ruin him, and he loves it. He dreams of you riding his cock and whispering, “You’ll never fuck anyone else the same again.” You’re the type of girl he should block but instead he sends you money just to see you suck a lollipop on cam.

♥︎ The Hidden Kink - King of Cups

Emotional dominance. He wants to be in control emotionally while you unravel. The kink is empathy weaponized. He wants emotional control while you drown in him. He holds your throat while he tells you how much he loves you and he fucks you through tears. He makes you beg not by force, but by saying, “I thought you were stronger than this.” He says “you’re mine” while choking you. He gets off on knowing you want more. He wants you sobbing on his cock, not knowing if you’re wet from lust or overwhelming emotional surrender.

♥︎ The Scene - 7 of Cups

Surreal, dreamlike, possibly drunk or high. Fucking not in one place - but everywhere. It’s a fantasy that doesn’t stay grounded. You’re in a haze: a club, a hotel room, a restaurant bathroom. The setting may not even be real. He imagines multiple versions of you. One is a succubus striptease. One of you in a collar. One of you sucking dick under strobe lights. One of you between two men while he watches. There are no limits, no morals, no endings. Every version of you fucks him differently and he wants all of you.

♥︎ The Power Dynamic - Page of Swords

You act innocent as he slowly strips you. He wants to dominate you, but you keep asking dangerous questions. There’s tension, every word you say makes his dick twitch more. You may act submissive, but you’re reading him like a book. The control he thinks he has? You might be faking it. "Your pussy can't lie to me, baby." he loves when you act dumb and innocent but he has proof that you are anything but. So much dirty talking, calling each other out.

♥︎ The Forbidden Mirror - Knight of Pentacles

You are a steady obsession. He sees his own obsessive loyalty in you. His fixation. His routine. He’s aroused by how steady you are even in chaos. You take your time stripping, sucking his dick, riding him and it drives him mad. You last longer than he does. Edging each other. Slow, rhythmic strokes. Him calling you all kinds of name, praising you for being good and loyal to him.

♥️ Erotic Translation

You are the seduction he can’t shake. You fuck his mind before you ever ride his body. He wants to own you, emotionally dominate you, fuck you slowly. But you’re smarter, slower, and possibly darker than he realized. You’re his obsession, and his reflection. His forbidden priestess. He doesn’t want to fuck you. He wants to drown in you. To hand over his soul and beg you to destroy it.

[hurtspideyparker]

YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!

instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history

Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut his—" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"

Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them

Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"

Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)

Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream

John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"

[indigovalium]

Yandere! “Big Bad Wolf” breaks into your grandmas house and she has a heart attack.

Seeing his massive, bearded form hulking behind her in her vanity mirror, she fell dead on the spot.

He mostly broke in to see if she had any pictures of you, but a part of him wanted to kill her and lure you to her house.

She had nagged you about your tattoos one too many times.

He wanted to nag you and harass you more than anything.

He’s rifling through her stuff when he hears a knock at the door.

“Who is it?~” he says in what he hopes is a grandma voice.

It’s not.

“Grandma why is your voice so deep?” You question.

“I’m talking like this so you can hear me better from across the house sweetie.”

An anxious feeling begins to pool in your gut.

“Grandma I’m coming in.”

You walk in the house and go straight to your grandmothers room. You see a form under her covers.

Instead of your grandma’s slight figure that barely takes up a quarter of the bed when she’s curled up, this persons feet are hanging off the bed.

“Grandma… your feet are so… big, I never noticed!”

“How else could I run to greet you at the door as I usually do. But grandma is feeling under the weather… Go ahead and go home sweetie.”

“Grandma…?”

You peer under the covers to find a tall, handsome, muscular looking man, eyes gazing at you like he would devour you, before you can even process what you’re looking at, he’s lunging at you.

You wriggle through his grasping fingers and take off through the house.

He’s after you, a feral grin stamped on his face.

You decide to hide in a cabinet you know is empty.

“Come out come out wherever you are.”

He says in his fake grandma voice.

“Grandma’s hungry. “

You have to cover your mouth to muffle the terrified whimpers leaving your lips.

But he sniffs you out, flings the cabinet door open and drags you out of it by the collar of your red jacket.

You’re so small compared to him that he easily could fling you over his shoulder and do what he wanted with you.

You unzip the jacket, take it off and crawl to your feet then run.

Out the door and into the woods.

He growls angrily as he watches you take off, tossing the jacket to the floor and sprinting after you.

You don’t get more than 15 feet away before he’s tackling you.

You kick and scream, wrestling him until there’s blood on the side of his gleefully grinning lips.

When he has your arms pinned he licks the blood off of his lips.

“Little red, you forgot your jacket, didn’t your grandma get you that?”

“H-how do you…”

“I know everything about you bunny, you’re mine.”

“P-please… let me go.”

White teeth tinted bloody gleam in the moonlight, his eyes glowing down at you with a blissful expression.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you to be afraid of the big bad wolf?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Once he catches you, he never lets you go.”

[nauseousthings]

La storia vera della signora delle camelie, Mauro Bolognini (1981)