hi guys! i'm getting back into tarot readings so i can supplement my income bcs living unfortunately has been quite expensive lately.

-> what types of reading do i offer?

several of them! the readings i offer and their prices are all specified in the card below, for more clarifications on what each reading does please contact me

(prices are for usd and brl)

-> how is the reading done?

once you make an appointment we will get in contact through discord or google meet (whatever you feel more comfortable with) and we can do the reading through video call or voice call (once again, whatever you are comfortable with).

-> how is the payment done?

payments are done beforehand through my ko-fi (if in usd) or my pix (if brl), once i get the confirmation of the payment the appointment is booked.

-> why should i get a reading?

a tarot reading is like a guiding hand, when you are struggling to understand something or wish to know something it's a way to connect with the universe and ask for guidance and advice. a lot of times it's also a comfort, helping you understand things about situations and even yourself that you hadn't realized before.

in case you are interested in a tarot reading please contact me through pm here or through my instagram @tarotbyjuni and we can set up an appointment! if you are not interested that's completely okay but i would appreciate if you could reblog this post to help a girl out :) have a lovely day everyone!

i am okay with writing both SFW and NSFW and i am mostly okay with some aspects of dead dove (please just ask!). i am not comfortable with writing rpf so i will refrain from it.

my prices go as follows:

drabbles (from 500 - 1k words): $10

between 1k - 1.5k words: $15

between 1.5k - 2k words: $20

between 2k - 2.5k words: $25

between 2.5k - 3k words: $30

between 3k - 3.5k words: $35

between 3.5k - 4k words: $40

between 4k - 4.5k words: $45

between 4.5k - 5k words: $50

5k and above: goes from $50 upwards and subject to price adjustments based on the hourly wage in my country!

If you want something written to you and your tastes please consider sending me a dm!

if you’re not familiar with my writing, here is my AO3! (please note my ao3 is linked to showcase examples of my writing).

ps: i also do tarot readings! prices are $15 for a three card pull and $30 for a full reading!

you can see my set goal here: https://ko-fi.com/junilost/goal?g=0

absolutely anything that can help, be it any amount or simply a reblog would be greatly appreciated! thank you!

“I feel like the two of you are judging me entirely too harshly,” Ming Fan says, trying and failing to untangle the knot of ribbons on his hands, Ning Shijie hums.

“That’s because we are.” Binghe says unabashedly, hissing when Ning Shijie pulls a little on the braid she’s doing on his hair, Ming Fan makes a face at him and Binghe sticks his tongue out at him and Ning Shijie pulls on his hair again “Ow, Shijie!”

“A-Luo stop being mean to da-shixiong,” She admonishes and Ming Fan smiles smugly at them before she turns to him “And da-shixiong stop provoking A-Luo, really.”

“But Shimei!” Ming Fan exclaims before quieting down at what must have been one of the glorious Ning Shijie glares “I don’t understand how the two of you have the ground to judge me on this.”

“Well, A-Luo is in love with Shizun” Ning Shijie says, tying off the braid and starting another one, Binghe nods.

“And Ning Shijie has a crush on Liu Shimei,” Binghe completes, passing Ning Shijie one of the wooden hairsticks “None of those is indicative of bad taste.”

“Oh, but i am?” Ming Fan questions hotly and their pointed silence must be more than enough of an answer because he starts muttering angrily about disrespectful shidimei and propriety.

“It’s not that da-shixiong is the issue!” Ning Shijie exclaims, trying to salvage their shixiong’s fragile ego.

“It’s da-shixiong’s taste in men that’s the problem,” Binghe says, nodding, Ning Shijie slaps his shoulder but he can hear her girlish giggle “I mean, a Bai Zhan peak disciple? Shizun must be getting hives at the mere implication of it.”

“Yu shidi is attractive! And he’s great with his sword!” Ming Fan argues, not noticing the innuendo until it’s too late, he goes red in the face while Binghe and Ning Shijie crumple into a heap, giggling loudly. “You’re absolutely horrible and i hate you both. ”

“Hey!” Ning Shijie says in this laughing tone, mirth in her eyes “More respect with your future Shimu!” 

Binghe colours at the mere implication but the look on Ming Fan’s face is so funny that it sends him into a laughing fit so strong his stomach cramps, Ning Shijie doesn’t seem to be faring better.

“You’re both awful shidimei and i want a refund.” Ming Fan explains, face fully red, Binghe hiccups.

“You’re stuck with us, da shixiong,” Ning Shijie says, poking at Ming Fan’s side with her foot “No refund for you, Yingying and Binghe are all you get.” 

“Yes, who would you commiserate about your embarrassing crush on Yu shidi with? Shizun?” Binghe asks and the look of abject horror on Ming Fan’s face immediately sends him and Ning Shijie into hysterics again, Ming Fan gets up on his knees and starts beating at them with the ball of knotted ribbons on his hand, cursing at them all the while.

Sha Hualing is the worst possible person to ever go drinking with. Mobei-jun will simply sulk in a corner and sip his wine like an ice statue that wished to be a real boy and make you feel somehow inadequate to even be in his company, Sha Hualing on the other hand will start a tavern brawl and only be satisfied once she’s sure she’s spilled blood from at least three people.

“Why are you like this?” Binghe begs her after they’re kicked from the third tavern this week, she’s cackling like a mad witch, not an ounce of concern for her -admittedly, very flimsy- human disguise, he prays no one associates him with the new prestigious guest of Huan Hua Palace and goes babbling to the old palace master, heavens know Binghe does not want that old geezer coming around to act all paternal around him again.

“Because it’s fun, Xiao He! You should do it too, it would loosen you up a bit maybe,” she tells him, pinching one of his cheeks with her sharp rouge stained claws, he whines “Ancestors know it would loosen up that one.” She gestures rudely to Mobei-jun, who just stands there looking serious as usual.

“Is his face stuck like that or does he have another even bitchier expression somewhere deep inside of him?” Binghe asks her in a very serious voice and Sha Hualing chortles like a piglet.

“Oh not, you should see him with his mousy little human, he gets so soft it’s unbearable to watch, like snow melting in the sun, blegh” Sha Hualing tells him, still giggling, draping herself over his shoulders like a warm and jingly scarf. 

“Shang-shishu!?” Binghe exclaims, eyebrows climbing up to his hairline, his expression growing even slacker with surprise at the flush that appears over Mobei-jun’s regal nose “OH YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM!”

Sha Hualing cackles loudly again, right against his ear. Mobei-jun shushes the both of them, looking around with wide eyes as if Shang-shishu would pop out of the ground and catch them in the act of making fun of Mobei-jun for wanting to put his dick in him.

“He wants to give him babies.” Sha Hualing says loudly, pretending to whisper in Binghe’s ear and this time it’s him cackling as loud as he can.

“Hualing.” Mobei-jun hisses, his tone has hardly changed but Binghe gets the impression that he’s close to tears.

“Ancestors, you want to be the peak lady of An Ding Peak.” Binghe says and he and Sha Hualing immediately crumple into giggles again, Mobei-Jun lets out a noise not unlike a tea kettle.

Binghe and Sha Hualing are both doubled over laughing, a strong wind could probably make them topple into a puddle of giggly demon right here in the middle of this town square with the ugly lion statues and crooked lanterns. Mobei-jun looks heavenward as if asking for patience.

“He wants to be Shang Qinghua’s special little demon.” Sha Hualing says, slapping Binghe while tears stream down her face from how hard she’s laughing, Binghe is already hiccuping. Mobei-jun seems to decide that enough is enough, bending down and picking both of them up one under each arm, he opens a portal to Binghe’s palace in the demon realm and steps in.

Not sure if older SQQ and LBH would be embarrassed or embarrassing for their younger selves.

“A-yuan so cute!” Shen Qingqiu hears Binghe exclaim while pinching his teenage self’s reddened cheeks, he would try and get the attention off of little himself before he implodes but in the moment he is entirely too busy patting his cute little white sheep’s hair and fixing his robes even though there’s nothing for him to really fix.

“Binghe is one to tell.” Shen Qingqiu says, giving in to his thoughts and pinching one of little Binghe’s full cheeks. It goes pink under his fingers immediately, the blush spreading to Binghe’s cute little ears “Oh Binghe, this master could just put you in his pocket.”

“Shizun.” His little white sheep whines and Shen Qingqiu gives in once more to his instincts and boops him in the nose, little Binghe goes cross eyed trying to look at his finger and Shen Singqiu wills himself not to coo openly, this little white sheep might know him as the soft Shizun but he surely does not know him as the loving husband.

“We really should find a way to send them back soon, Binghe,” he says to the absolute despair of his sticky husband “It wouldn’t be wise to keep them.”

“But husband.” Binghe whines in the very specific tone that combined with the use of his marital title will immediately get him anything he wants from Shen Qingqiu, Binghe just forgot to account for their present company.

“Do you see my mother in me?” Binghe asks his father days after their unexpected reunion, tucked away in the isolated abandoned cottage Zhuzhi-lang found for them earlier this week. Tianlang-jun gives him this grief filled smile Binghe has started to associate with his memories of Su Xiyan.

The horrors of the abyss and the gaping maw of his Shizun’s betrayal now seem long gone, like some distant nightmare. His days are filled with discussing human poetry with his father while cooking and quiet comforting silences with his cousin while tending to the little farm they're trying to grow. Binghe now has space in himself to grieve more than just his innocence, his place on the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, he has space in his heart to grieve for more than just himself.

“You have Xiyan's smile, and her nose,” Binghe smiles while looking at the mirror and his father presses a finger to the divot that appears in his cheek “And her darling little dimples,” Then he pinches Binghe’s cheek and laughs at his expression of pure indignation “And you make her exact face of displeasure at being teased.”

His father’s smile is fond but the curve of his mouth speaks of insurmountable grief,  a loss so great it changes who you are as a being. An expression that Binghe has seen many times in the mirror during the course of his life that is a little jarring to see where it might have come from.

ADHD Peak 2.0: Bingge’s Kids Edition!

It’s been two months since Luo Binghe has met his other -weaker, happier, fuller- counterpart and his other -bright, kind, soft- Shizun and the betrayal of it all still wars against himself in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

He feels angry at everything, at himself, at his own rotten shizun, at the world for dealing him such an unfair hand, and nothing seems to help, not his wives and what he now realizes are their empty platitudes, not plundering the parts of the demon realm still left to the barbarian tribes. Nothing can help the emptiness, this hungry maw of a void that lives inside of him.

“Yingying is worried about A-Luo,” Yingying told him when he came to visit her courtyard, she seems more wary than the last Luo Binghe saw her, he wondered if she also felt betrayed by the injustice of the other Luo Binghe “A-Luo hasn't been around, husband has barely seen the children and have yet to meet with the tutor Mingyan arranged for.”

His heart softened a bit in his anger at the thought of his children, his boys. This is an accomplishment he was certain the other Luo Binghe is sure not to have, with his lack of wives and his cutsleeve marriage. That weaker Luo Binghe is sure not to have his precious boys.

“This lord meet with him soon, ying-er.” He told her, then she smiled at him and told him that the tutor was currently at one of the outer courtyards and A-Luo was sure to catch him if he went now. 

That’s how he’s come to stand in the entryway of the one of the calmer and cleaner outer courtyards of his palace, watching a stranger with a somewhat familiar soft face and bright brown eyes wrangle Yichen and Yingtai into practising their calligraphy while also trying to keep Weifeng from cramming bugs in his tiny mouth with his chubby fists all while Ruoxing watches from afar with the airs of superiority only an older brother could have. The daozhang tries to cajole Feng-er from his bug eating endeavors and Luo Binghe can swear that he knows this voice from somewhere, the way the man’s hands flutter around before he grabs Feng-er’s chubby cheeks and makes him spit out the bug he’s in the process of chewing.

Luo Binghe chuckles to himself and the man lifts his head quick as a whip, pretty eyes widening and cheeks turning pink and Luo Binghe is suddently breathless because now he realises why the mannerisms were familiar, why they pulled at his heartstrings. This is him. He knows in his bones that this is his version of the lovely Shizun that weaker Luo Binghe was blessed with.

“Lord Luo,” the man exclaims, breathlessly, the children lift their heads at their father’s name and come to crowd at his knees the moment they see him standing there “This lowly one is honoured to be in Junshang’s presence.”

I won't write (just not my jam, so sorry)

any sqq ship that doesn't involve lbh -> if lbh is involved i might do it | for example: i'm not comfortable with liushen but i do happen to enjoy bingliushen

incest

noncon

any lbh/sqq bashing