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Tarot - Major Arcana

These are just short basic descriptions to help get through the cards

Fool

Upright

Beginnings

Innocence

Spontineity

Free spirit

Reversed

Holding back

Recklessness

Risk-taking

Magician

Upright

Manifestation

Resourcfulness

Power

Inspired action

Reversed

Manipulation

Poor planning

Untapped talents

High Priestess

Upright

Intuition

Sacred knowledge

Divine feminine

The subconious mind

Reversed

Secrets

Disconnected from intuition

Withdrawal and silence

Empress

Upright

Femininity

Beauty

Nature

Nurturing

Abundance

Reversed

Creative block 

Dependence on others

Emperor

Upright

Authority

Establishment

Structure

A father figure

Reversed

Domination 

Inflexibility 

Excessive control 

Lack of discipline

Herophant

Upright

Spiritual wisdom

Religious beliefs

Conformity

Tradition

Institutions

Reversed

Personal beliefs 

Freedom 

Challenging the status quo

Lovers 

Upright

Love

Harmony

Relationships

Values alignment

Choices

Reversed

Self-love 

Misalignment of values 

Imbalance 

Disharmony

Chariot

Upright

Control

Willpower

Success

Action

Determination

Reversed

Self-discipline 

Opposition 

Lack of direction

Strength

Upright

Strength

Courage

Persuasion

Influence

Compassion

Reversed

Inner strength

Self-doubt

Low energy

Raw emotion

Hermit

Upright

Soul-searching

Introspection

Being alone

Inner guidance

Reversed

Withdrawal 

Loneliness 

Isolation

Wheel

Upright

Good luck

Karma

Life cycles

Destiny

A turning point

Reversed

Back luck

Resistance to change

Breaking cycles

Justice

Upright

Justice

Fairness

Truth

Cause and effect

Reversed

Unfairness

Lack of accountability

Dishonesty

Hanged Man

Upright

Pause 

Surrender

Letting go

New perspective

Reversed

Delays

Resistance

Stalling

Indecision

Death

Upright

Endings

Change

Transformation

Transition

Reversed

Resistance to change

Personal transformation

Inner purging

Tempernace

Upright

Balence

Moderation

Patience

Purpose

Reversed

Imbalence

Excess

Self-healing

Re-alignment

Devil

Upright

Shadow self

Attachment

Addiction

Restriction

Sexuality

Reversed

Releasing limiting beliefs

Exploring dark thoughts

Detachment

Tower

Upright

Sudden change

Upheaval

Chaos

Revelation

Awakening

Reversed

Persoanl transformation

Far of change

Averting disaster

Star

Upright

Hope

Faith

Purpose

Renewal

Spirituality

Reversed

Lack of faith

Despair

Selt-trust

Disconnection

Moon

Upright

Illusion

Fear

Anxiety

Subconcious

Intuition

Reversed

Release of fear

Repressed emotion

Inner confusion

Sun

Upright

Positivity

Fun

Warmth

Success

Vitality

Reversed

Inner child

Feeling down

Overly optimistic

Judgement

Upright

Judgement

Rebirth

Inner calling

Absolution

Reversed

Self-doubt

Inner critic

Ignoring the call

World

Upright

Completion

Integration

Accomplishment

Travel

Reversed

Seeing personal closure

Short-cuts

Delays

And as always, merry meet <3

Atti

Sometimes, you have to draw the blinds, light every candle, and sit down ritualisticaly to read some ×reader fics.

soft love — p.p.

summary: a headcanon about what dating peter parker would entail. it’s just full of fluffy, innocent love

wc: 1.1k 

the two of you, as a pair of teenagers lovesick for the first time, would be the softest couple around 

the entirety of your relationship being sweet glances at each other when they think the other isn’t looking, soft touches, shy kisses

at the beginning of your relationship, you initiating everything

you shyly taking his hand in yours for the first time

you leaving him blushing madly when you kissed him for the first time

peter slowly becoming more comfortable and casual with the boyfriend thing, although he’d still touch you so delicately and softly like you were made of glass

because he’d never want to accidentally hurt you or be too rough bc of his super strength

him being absolutely head over heels for you, so much so that he’d find himself so stunned by you that he’s tripping over and stuttering and becoming a flustered mess whenever he’s around you

and you adoring the shy freckled boy so much that you always felt like your heart would explode w infatuation whenever he’s around

constantly feeling like you should be complimenting him whenever you could bc it wouldn’t be a lie to say that he’s the prettiest person you’ve ever known

pet names (!!!)

you calling peter the cutest pet names and them always managing to make him blush w pink love because he adores you n your nicknames for him; they make his heart swell

“hey babyboy”

“peter, angel, lovely, spiderbaby, we need to study”

“pete, the love of my life, the best thing that’s ever happened to me, the most radiant and beautiful person i’ve ever seen, can we cuddle and watch star wars?”

his pet names for you being equally as sickeningly adorable

“morning, my pretty girl”

“babyyy, let me hug you and tell you you’re cute”

“y/n, gorgeous, darling, my love, my wonderful girlfriend, ugh pay attention to me i’m bored”

you wearing his favourite science pun shirts whenever you stayed the night at his

him absolutely adoring it, how could he not? it’s his two favourite things: science and his girl

your relationship revolving around nerdy science puns

“ok y/n, don’t get sodium chloride about it”

“hey peter, i got my ion you”

“may the intermolecular force be with you”

super soft kisses

lingering kisses for the win

forehead kisses

knuckle kisses

spontaneous nose kisses

him constantly resting his temple against your shoulder whilst on the train to and fro from school and falling asleep because you’re comfy and smell like home

him excitedly keeping you up to date on his friendly neighbourhood spiderman escapades over the phone whilst he takes a break and eats the churros the nice old ladies give to him

“i helped a cat down from a tree earlier and it reminded me of you bc it was cute and cuddly and i loved it, also gave this lady directions, and caught someone stealing a bike but i didn’t know who it belonged to so i wrote a note and then i-”

cuddles !!!

both of you being such suckers for cuddles

him loving it when you’re in his lap, you’re legs around his waist and your head in the crook of his neck, occasionally pressing such soft and innocent kisses to his shoulder or his neck

or when he’s the little spoon and your forehead is resting against the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades with your arms around him and it’s just so warm and cute and safe

or when you’re wrapped up in his arms and one of his hands is running through your hair and every so often he’ll kiss the top of your head or nuzzle his nose into your hair and god

cuddles with peter parker being the best part of your day

bumping noses

buying each other flowers for no special occasion, just for love n appreciation

aunt may always asking peter when you’re gonna come over next bc she loves you for making her fave nephew happy and smiley all the time !!!

always making random comments that leave the other w flushed cheeks and full hearts

“your smile is so sunny and beautiful”

“i adore you”

“you’re the prettiest”

him being so so protective over you

teaching you how to defend yourself just in case you’re in trouble and he’s not there to keep you safe

always walking you home at nighttime because it would crush him if something happened to you and he couldn’t get to you fast enough

putting haribo rings on each other and it shouldn’t mean as much as does

“i’ll get you a real one someday”

peter sometimes swinging you guys places for date nights and loving the way you hold on so tightly to him and squeal in his ears with excitement

making his dorky little films with him

him trying to get you in them whenever he could

despite how you always try to hide from the camera

“babyyyy, you’re so pretty, don’t hide”

when he transfers the videos from his phone to his laptop for safekeeping, him always naming them cute things

‘a film by peter parker and his insanely cute girlfriend’

‘a film by peter parker and his favourite person’

‘a film by peter parker and the girl he loves’

making out when you’re supposed to be studying oof

mostly because when studying for a spanish test, he sounds really hot and sometimes you can’t help yourself

you worrying so much about him when he’s out being a hero, but you support him n all his decisions wholeheartedly

being his biggest fan and him being yours, bc you’re both so supportive of each other no matter what

him introducing you to tony

“mr. stark, mr. stark, mr. stark! this is my girlfriend, she’s great”

taking cute photos of each other/together all the time

his favourites being the ones where he catches you laughing at one of his jokes and you look so radiant and happy and he’s so smitten

yours being the ones where both of you are smiling so brightly at the camera, eyes shining w love

mumbling i love yous between every kiss that he peppers across your face

“i love you i love you i love you”

you love him too

hi it’s a new account but i come from @honeymccall pls be nice to me i feel like i haven’t written anything in about 40 years :))

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i saw that you asked for requests and i also saw that you wrote some nikolai stories based on taylor's songs (i loved). so you could write something based on wilders dreams or you are in love or call it what you want, you choose pls

MY BRAND yes of course i can.

nikolai lantsov: you are in love

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars...

“marry me.”

you shook your head. while any other girl would likely collapse onto the cobblestones had they the pleasure of hearing those words from the king, you would not. you could not. the possibility of accepting his proposal was a lie you no longer could afford.

“i have a certain inclination to your use of words, darling,” nikolai caught up to your strides easily, “without them, you answers are so very unclear.”

you stopped your pace, shutting your eyes. obviously, nikolai only meant to try and persuade you of his reasoning. he was unaware of how the repetition further shattered the pieces of your heart.

“stop asking,” you requested unevenly, “i cannot marry you because i cannot be a queen.”

“cannot or will not?” nikolai dropped his calm disposition. his words now swam through endless seas of exasperation.

eyes widening at his assumption, you glared, “your people will not accept a grisha on the throne. they will not make an exception for love because they cannot understand how such a thing between you and i could exist.”

albeit offended, nikokai softened, “and i wish i could do more to protect you but even i am unable to offer you reprieve from your own doubts.”

however bold or brash his words seemed, you took them because there was no other conceivable explanation. you refused to argue with him further, not when your remaining moments were already beginning to slip away.

“you have too much hope in the world.”

nikolai scoffed, knocking his shoulder into yours. you saw through his sly smirk and glowing grin, and he knew it. the fox could hide away from just about anybody but never you—not that he ever wanted to.

so, he would pretend for a minute or two, rile you up with his plethora of personalities. then, he would sober up, resounded to your ability to penetrate his defenses. your keen awareness of every notch in his armor, every foothold to climb his fortress, both aggravated and comforted him simultaneously.

“somebody has to,” he chided you, content to snake an arm around your waist and pull you flush against his side, “i don’t want to forget.”

“forget what?” you questioned, turning to face him more fully as a soft pout formed on your features.

“that i have this,” he motioned to your entwined limbs, “you,” he kissed your forehead, “to come back to. i only ever hoped my heart would find its home.”

you stilled. surely, an artist from above could have captured the moment perfectly because of it. they would have to gently shade your individual silhouettes into one, execute the softness of his gaze, and reproduce the muted lighting with watercolor.

you liked to organize your life into two categories; there was the before nikolai lantsov and the after him. before saltwater became the first thing to invade your senses in the mornings, you would have set fire to the bridge of any desperate man’s creation. after you learned to never assume anything impossible, you willingly gave up a piece of your heart to the most lovesick of them all. the one you simply could not have.

gingerly grabbing ahold of his fingers, you aimed to kiss the tip of each one. as always, he pulled away before allowing you to complete your objective. with a frown, you ran your thumb over his cheek.

“i only got to six. none of that,” you minded him with a calm look, “sobachka,” you began to warn him. 

“it’s more than five,” he commented with a reference to the day before. quickly, he kissed you to remove any possibility of a retort. you could not escape his lips even if you intended to try, which you did not.

the need for air ultimately pulled you away from nikolai. you frowned discontentedly his way, still frustrated by his actions. you understood his insecurities and accepted the validity of his feelings, but it did not ease the pain of watching him crumble before your eyes.

“my love,” you urged, “i have never understood many things and ended up running,” you held him off with a look, “but i want to stay and learn every part of you.”

bashful, he tucked his head into your neck.

“you have to spare some hope for yourself,” you said softly, leaning your head onto his.

he groaned, indicative of him sourly acknowledging your truth. you turned to kiss his temple, giving your lips the respite to linger just beneath his curls. you sucked in a breath when he responded with one of his own, planted upon the column of your throat. tender yet unexpected.

“but i want you to have it,” he responded, careful to inject the appropriate dose of his personality to make you smile without doubt of his sincerity being a means of withdrawal from the subject.

rolling your lips into your mouth, you melted under his gaze and into his arms, “okay.”

he smiled as radiantly as the sun, with a blush to match the artistry of it setting. you thought you could stay in that moment with him, that not even he could carry you to the next quite yet. you should have known better to predict his unpredictable behavior.

“so,” he drew out, “marry me, then.”

“nik-,” you breathed, fighting a losing battle with a smile of your own. his persistence did not force you to agree, rather charmed you to.

“no!” he cut off deliberately, “no,” the delivery of his words now intentionally softer.

“nikolai,” you enunciated, “if i’m a queen,” you caught the exact second light filtered back into his eyes, “i will never have you again in the same way—not how i do now, at least.”

“i don’t understand,” he frowned between his mumble of the phrase.

“we will be closer than ever before,” you voiced, “but i fear that could push us further apart than we have ever been,” you expressed with a sunken tone.

not letting you pull away either emotionally or physically, he took you into his arms. already feeling more grounded, you breathed in his scent of sea and pine. he was all around you, and it was enough.

“i could never not love you,” he countered.

“that’s not what i’m saying,” you refuted, “but what if you don’t like me anymore? after we are stressed and overwhelmed and stubbornly disagreeing?”

nikolai giggled, kissing every inch of your face, “i like every single piece of you,” his thumbs slipped down your cheeks and onto your throat, pushing your head back for further access, “i like you more than any travel i have been on, any adventure i have sought, and more than any squabble we might face.”

looking up at him under a thick set of eyelashes, you quirked a crooked smile, “really?”

“oh, yes,” he divulged, “i like you more than anyone else—even myself,” he began to taunt you, “and i happen to like myself quite a bit.”

“fine,” you relented with a light sigh, “let me show you just how much i like you and i’ll be your queen.”

a smirk stretched across his face but before he could dip his head to yours, you grabbed his hands away from your neck.

“i like you,” you began with a breath, leaning forward to kiss each of his fingertips, “one, two, three,” you continued as he watched you delicately, “eight, nine, ten.”

blinking rapidly, his gaze softened, “don’t be my queen,” nikolai mouthed, a single breath away from your lips, “continue to be my best friend, the woman i look for in every room, the reason time moves way too fast.”

“thank you for sharing your hope with me,” you spoke and drew your lips in a straight line, “thank you for letting me be in love with you.”

“i never let you do anything,” he began to sway, “could only hope you would keep coming back.”

“i’m in love with you,” you insisted, “and i happen to like that very much.”

My preferred way of falling asleep is reading fanfiction till first morning light when my eyes give out and my brain stops understanding words

“Loki grew up in a palace, and he’s very balletic, the way he fights. It’s very graceful and very beautiful. Loki has this matador style of fighting, where everything is about a kind of elegance and a kind of showmanship. We’re actually trying to build on everything I’ve done, but make it even more graceful, I suppose. If I can.” LOKI’S FIGHTING

Hii! I don’t know if you still take requests, also I’ve never ever really requested anything. What would you say about the prompt "I'm sorry, I just really need a hug right now." With avenger Bucky? Just a comfort bubble with Bucky to brighten up a cloudy day, that’s what I see here. Or a cheer up after a miserable mission that went sideways. Just anything to get a hug from Bucky. It’s just a suggestion though, no pressure! Sending love ❤️

M, I loved the plot. I love writing fluff for our grumpy supersoldier <3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: He thinks that the world owes him this—a safe haven. A special place that's only his, and that never fails to make everything fade to white noise. When Bucky is having bad days now, all he needs to do is find comfort in your arms.

A/n: Feedback is really important to me. Tell me what you think and I’ll adore ya forever :)

Word count: 1.1k

Warning(s): I also do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, or re-uploaded anywhere else.

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His dark days used to be cold and lonely.

Not just any type of cold—the permeating one which sinks into your bones like leeches sink their teeth in whatever they find. Bucky used to feel so cold all of the time, that he grew used to it. In both lives, before and after the fall, his days which were not so good always felt like that: the old and uncomfortable tinge of ice in his veins.

Now, there's you, and nothing brings him more warmth than the way you put him in his embrace.

When he comes back from the mission, it's all he wants.

Therapy. Avengers. Captain America.

(Winter Solider. White wolf. Bucky Barnes. Sgt?)

Sometimes, Bucky finds himself.

Other times, he disassociates, uses punching bags in Sam's basement, drinks with Yori, and even cries now.

Being alive is exhausting, but sometimes, Bucky finds himself and something beautiful as well:

The sight of the Shield which means so much to him in the right hands.

People being good. Forgiving.

The exquisite joy a good food that melts on the tongue brings—those little things that are beautiful and make life worth living are his favorite bits, and the ones he holds onto.

(His therapist is proud of him. What a wild concept, he thinks.)

Still.

Through all of the colorful things piercing the white noise, the favorite beautiful thing he's found while being alive in this 21st century is undoubtedly you.

When you open the door for him, Bucky thinks thank fucking god.

I'm home.

Your hand leaves the doorknob and your arms open wide, and that single image is the reason why he smiled more times these few months than he has in years.

"Hey, you," you say.

His two favorite words.

Bucky throws his duffel bag somewhere behind you and then steps into your embrace.

It's all he wants a lot of the time.

After missions — especially the hard ones like this one they're still stuck on — is everything he wants and craves.

Something about the way you hold him is holy to Bucky.

He's aware that love is supposed to be such a strong, gripping feeling—the drowning sense of peace in being with a person, but you terrified him at first with that power.

The one to bring him peace.

Your arms fit around Bucky's shoulders and in his arms, you melt. Always. As if he was a hot pan and you were butter, your body becomes as relaxed as it can be, surrendering inside both his warm and cold cage.

It terrified him the first time Bucky felt you so comfortable in this position.

You had laid your head on his chest for so long on the couch that his heart had started to pound right where you laid.

"Doesn't—isn't the metal arm a little... uncomfortable? For this?"

"Nope," you said. Softly. Sleepy.

"Oh." He was surprised. He'd always imagined it was. "Okay."

"Never been comfier," you mumbled. Bucky's heart had lept because something told him not only your words were true, but that you were almost asleep.

Since that day, it was here that Bucky liked spending a lot of precious time.

Whenever you hugged him, Bucky was able to think about only the good bits.

Whether he was holding you more or you holding him like right now, fitting your bodies like a puzzle became his founding pillar for peace.

(Sam had even joked about it.

"Dude. You look so chill lately," he had laughed.

"Do I?" Bucky asked, deadpanned.

"Look! Not even now—man, the corner of your mouth just quivered tryin' to be funny about this," he had laughed. "This is golden."

Inevitably, Bucky joined him in laughter. "I'm glad you're entertained."

"Oh, I'm more than entertained," said Sam. "I'm happy for you.")

Bucky felt you sighing against his chest, slowly.

Then, he felt your cute nose nudging his neck, right below the ear.

He chuckled—little wolf.

In probably two seconds, you'd make a comment about—

"You smell like dust," you sounded whiny, but then the feeling of a kiss blooms on that spot of his neck, and Bucky's brain goes even a little quieter. "It's ok. We'll shower."

"Will we?" he asks, interest peaking. You laugh at him, but now with the offer on the table, Bucky switches his plans of cooking you dinner and asking you to update him on the last episodes of the series you were talking to him about over the phone. He picks you up by your thighs, laughing at the squeal that comes out of you. "Alright. Let's go."

"Bucky!"

"What?" He plays dumb, kicking the door behind him with his foot. "You don't wanna shower with me?"

You laugh at him, and Bucky leans his head to get a kiss from you. "I'll cook for us later."

Mouth still touching his, your words come off muffled by both the kisses and the smile. "I've been waiting—hm—for your food for—weeks."

"And you'll get it," he switches to place one last kiss on your neck, then pays attention to hold you right as he switches your weight onto only his metal arm so he can open the bathroom door. "Shower first. I don't wanna see those little faces of yours every time you get your nose on me. They distract me, and the kitchen is not—"

"—a place to be distracted," you join him, holding on for dear life on his neck. "I know."

As if I'd let my most precious thing drop, he rolls his eyes internally.

Bucky gets inside the bathroom but still keeps you in his arm for just a moment longer. He likes to hold you in any way he can. "Let's shower. Then food. Then more hugs on the couch 'cause I need to tell you some stuff, then..." he lets his words drift off, and shrugs his shoulders.

You shake your head, smiling at him. "Coy comes out as a terribly smug look on you, and you know that."

"You love it," he says, pressing a kiss to your mouth as he lets you down gently.

"I do. Love every bit of you," you say, a little shy as you always are when telling him cheesy things.

(If the world could only see the nasty, filthy things you say with a smile on your face.)

He holds your face in his hand and kisses you a little more. He missed being able to do that. "I love you more, angel."

You fought him on it, but Bucky liked to believe he was right.

And it would always make him smile to think you also believed your words.

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king of my heart | mattheo riddle x reader

song; king of my heart [taylor swift] pairing; duke!mattheo riddle x baron’s daughter!fem!bookworm!reader genre; arranged marriage, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, s2l word count; 11,2k timeline; bridgerton au warnings; minor character death, talk of death, minor character terminal illness, minor character severe injury (involving blood), abusive parents (verbal, neglect, vaguely implied physical), patriarchal gender roles, misogyny, implied ptsd, trauma-related nightmares (nothing graphic), verbal conflict summary; your refusal of marriage led your father to relinquish permission for you to choose your own husband, allowing him to make the decision himself and ensure the most status and wealth possible. the problem? the man he chose for you was closed off and arrogant

this is my longest oneshot yet so buckle yourself up!

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“i made up my mind, i’m better off being alone.”

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Your father hadn’t been pleased with you the last couple of years, as you had refused to attend the many balls of the engagement season. Marriage was not within your interests, no, your interests were with the shelves upon shelves of books in your family estate’s library.

Of course, that did not matter to Baron D/N, as in his mind a daughter should only be at home until she is of marrying age, at which point she moves to her husband’s estate. You despised the patriarchal traditions of your society, but because of those very same traditions, you could do little to change the matter.

“Y/N,” he spoke to you at dinner one night, sat far away from you on the industrial-sized table, “Due to your refusal to find a husband, I have had no choice but to find one for you.”

Your eyes snapped up to him in shock, and you felt the anger in your fingers as they clutched your cutlery tightly.

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anyone who thinks they’re in bucky barnes’s arms instead of going to therapy clap your hands

he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)