#(They both outshined big sister)

[astrowrld300]

Astro observations

Pt 3

Leo placements are not afraid to be romantic and I love it

Even though Sagittarius placements are super optimistic, the suns are never afraid to say when they are unhappy with something. It can come off as complaining and miserable after a while

Sagittarius suns are also more prone to depression because of how optimistic they can be sometimes, so when the harsh truth of reality hits and comes crashing down on them, they can’t handle it

The non-chalant taurus sun is just an act. They feel. A lot. They’re literally just too lazy to show they care sometimes. And when they don’t care, it’s never personal, but they’re never too lazy to freak out on you for messing with one of their material things.

Venus-Neptune conjunct/trine natives are mesmerizing. They’re beauty is dreamy, ethereal and absolutely out of this world

Virgo rising women have a very distinctive, sexy walk. It’s that hip swaying, one foot in front of another momentum. Could easily be a model just from their walk alone

Virgo men are usually always short and look like nerds

Virgo women are usually on the smaller/petite side. I see most struggle to gain weight or keep it. They also might be lean their whole life.

Taurus moon is a hella underrated placement when it comes to loyalty. These babies are generally too lazy to go out of their way too cheat on you. The sneaking and lying, they don’t have the energy for all that emotionally. Would rather just stay loyal until they leave

Aries suns and cancer risings are naturally built, they don’t need to work much on their bodies to have an attractive build

Leo mars get so mad when their ego is hurt and have a huge praise kink in bed

You could have been outshined by your siblings during childhood if your moon is in Leo, or your mom could have neglected you emotionally and not given you the attention you deserve

Help why are gemini moons so good at love bombing. So are Leo placements and aries venuses but that’s because they lose interest fast. Gemini moons can literally not have any interest in you at all and still love bomb tf outta you

Cancer men are funny asf. Their humour is like a gay best friend. Libra sun men are like this as well

Libras a masculine sign but they’re so feminine and gay. Both men and women

Taurus is a feminine sign but can be so masc sometimes. It’s more in the personality for women and the physicality for men

You need to prioritize self care if you have venus in the second house

Taurus men are the chillest people yk until you start doing them how they’re really doing you

Aquarius and Leo suns have the same amount of ego because they’re sister signs. Leo just isn’t afraid to show it and it’s a little bit more of a god complex for Aquarius

Aries moons start to throw things when they’re upset

Brush your hair out during Leo full moons!

Lilith in the sixth house natives tend to struggle keeping up with daily routines. They may also fall victim to sex scandals in the work place

Libra risings have such a classy, sweet and angelic look but are literally the opposite in reality

It’s exhausting trying to get emotional depth from a gemini moon, don’t even try

2nd house moon synastry makes the house person super possessive and insecure over the moon person, constantly trying to hold them down. There’s a lot of jealousy both emotionally and physically in the relationship

Capricorn risings give of crazy office siren vibes

Libra moon women know that beauty comes from within. They also have such a good eye when it comes to aesthetics and beauty. Their sensitivity to conflict is so cute, it’s they’re need for peace and harmony that makes them so attractive

Mercury at 0 degrees natives have no idea what they actually sound like

Everyone talks about Leo and how big their egos are but no one ever talks about Libra sun men. They always think they’re the prize when dating and their egos are huge

Pisces moons really do have those big dreamy eyes. Both men and women

Mars in 7th house natives tend to direct and put alot of their energy into relationships and partnerships. It may not even be intentional, you might find relationships just tend to drain your energy more than anything else in life

Aries moons are super masculine and have such defined jaws, even more then the sun

Cancer sun women have that timeless kind of look and can pull off so many different timelines of beauty

Taurus moons have thick necks

Gemini moons all have their eyes super close together. They also don’t mean anything they say

Capricorn and taurus women are such bread winners. They truly mastered the law of money

You’ll never see it coming but Taurus men will actually play tf outta you. Any sign has the potential to, but you really don’t see it coming with taurus men

Natives with Pluto in the eighth house are really resistant to change and may struggle to let go of destructive habits

Aries venus has this huge rep for being players but they actually feel super intensely when in love. They don’t like superficial relationships and want a deep, intense connection. Maybe they should stop going for emotionally unavailable people just because they like the chase …

Virgo moons make such good gardeners, it tends to be really therapeutic for them. Doing chores around the house like washing dishes is also super emotionally therapeutic for natives with Virgo moons

Pisces and Aries moons are more likely to get addicted to substances, but for different reasons. Pisces moons use it to escape reality while Aries moons use it to numb the intensity of their emotions

Instead of drugs, 5th house moons/mars/saturn natives use the pleasure in life to cope with emotions or trauma

Earth moons are super sensitive to light and loud noises

Taurus suns take their self care so seriously. It’s like an entire ritual to them. Their whole life even

10th house venus can indicate looking better as you age

Personal Leo placements will be the type to not be interested but decided to keep you around just for the attention anyways. Especially when it’s in the venus. This goes for the men and women

Virgo risings and gemini venuses are so adaptable to the people they hang out with

Gemini moons are babies to me, they just wanna be heard

Cancer rising women always have fat asses I’m not even joking.

Aries risings, venus 10th house and cancer rising natives age so gracefully

It’s such common knowledge for Pisces moons to be lowkey drug addicts but no one ever talks about how easy it is for Virgo and Gemini moons to get addicted to substances. These moon natives are constantly in their heads and always analyzing their emotions, using drugs to shut it off

Leo mercuries talk like children when they’re excited

Having your sun at 8 degress may cause you to have an obsessive personality, especially in circumstances where your ego is involved

Suns at Virgo degrees have such small features, especially if the sun is Cancer or Aries

There’s no point on trying to hate on a Virgo moon, they hate themselves more than you ever could. And the more you try and help them with their insecurity, the more they’ll push you away. They genuinely do not believe your reassurance, they’ll ask you for it anyways though.

Leo women like to take advantage of Pisces men. I’ve seen this scenario so many times both personally and within celebrities, Leo women like the power they feel when they’re using Pisces men.

Having a Virgo moon indicates your mom was extremely nit picky with you and strict asf while you were growing up. She was a perfectionist while raising you and had higher expectations from you vs her other kids. Your mothers lowkey made you hate yourselves I’m so sorry.

Leo mercuries and mars sometimes yell when they talk and don’t even realize. Aries mercury’s know they’re yelling, they just don’t think it’s a big deal

Mars in the first house is extremely intimidating. You could be 5 foot tall and still have this scary energy.

Mars-mercury conjuct in a synastry chart is super underrated. The energy is matched so well during convos and they get each other so passionately. Things get crazy aggressive when arguments pop up though.

Scorpio suns are possessive and jealous over the people they love while taurus suns are possessive of material things and the stuff they own.

Aries mercuries will say the rudest shit to you and then say they were just being honest, but it’s true. These natives hate delusion so much and will keep you in check

Having your mercury at the 17 degrees can make you naturally dramatic when you talk or come off as louder when speaking.

Virgo 4th house natives like their home really clean

People with prominent 9th house placements value education and higher learning so much. If you want to hurt a 9th house stellium, criticize their intelligence and academic accomplishments

You can have a lot more problems with tech during mercury retrogrades when you have heavy/personal Gemini and Virgo placements.

Leo mercuries ( especially those born in the generation with Pluto in Aquarius) are you guys okay? You’ll be having one of the hardest transits for almost 20 years.

[kaledya]

Hello! Love you redesigns and the swapped au you made with you OCs! I've got a few question if you don't mind answering them (no pressure or anything)!

1) in a previous post you mentioned that Alastor and Charlie dont have the whole "Alastor tries to outshine Lucifer at being Charlie's dad" thing. So what is their relationship like in you au?

2) Is Sera in your swapped au? And if so does she act like Emily's Constantine? Like the two of them traded places or something?

3) How do Lucifer and Michael interact with eachother in present time if at all? Like when Lucifer made the meeting for Charlie, was it just extremely awkward?

Charlie's personality is a little different in my AU she is still kind optimistic cinnamon roll but not naive. At 200 years old, she has spent 170 years of her life in royalty, which has meant that she has had to be trained heavily (both academically and in combat) whether she wanted to or not.

Because she was the princess of hell and being naive would mean her future death and Lucifer and Lilith wanted to make Charlie a powerful princess and of course Constantine was interested in her education too.

So when Charlie met Alastor, after a while Alastor got to know her, he saw her as his equal instead of the naive princess that everyone thought she was, whom he could easily manipulate (the reason for this image of Charlie is that she is kind) and so a game started between them, Alastor trying to get Charlie on his side and Charlie trying to get Alastor on hers, both of them succeeding, but also failing.

Alastor also wants to break down Charlie's pacifist side and see her true potential.

Charlie thinks there might still be a light inside Alastor and she's trying to find it.

And he makes them a really great team.

In short, since their relationship is like this, if Alastor claims to be Charlie's father figure, neither Charlie, the hotel, nor Lucifer will buy it.

2.Sera is not in my Swap AU, I would like to make a big sister figure for Emily, but Emily being an only child makes more sense for Swap AU for now, but maybe I will change it in the future and add an OC.

3.

After Charlie convinced Lucifer, Lucifer called Michael and they had the most awkward conversation. They hadn't spoken in 10,000 years and the last thing Lucifer said to Michael was that he hated him.

It was a cold conversation but at the end michael says "it was a pleasure talking to you again after so many years brother" and lucifer after a while says "it was nice talking to you too" and they close the conversation.

But much later in the series, Emily and Charlie work together to bring Michael and Lucifer back together.

[itsangelicasworld]

*･῾ ⁺ Welcome to My Bridgerton Life 🌺 .*

📚 ˗ˏˋ DESCRIPTION .ᐟ

Dearest Gentle Reader, As the new social season makes haste in its arrival, the ton is abuzz with fresh new debutantes sprouting along the marriage mart. Yet, amidst the collection of glimmering rare jewels, one young woman outshines them all. Lady Angelica Sinclair—the only daughter to the Earl and Countess of Ashbourne—has made her grand entrance into society, and is already drawing the eyes of many eligible gentlemen. Whether Miss Sinclair will secure a match worthy of her esteemed lineage or chart a more unconventional course remains to be seen. But rest assured, dear reader, as she navigates the treacherous claws of high society, all eyes will be upon her. I'm literally SOOO in love with this reality. I scripted out a lot of discrimination and such, so this is exclusively a reality where I get to dress up and have messy relationship drama🤭. I also don't have a S/O for this one, so we'll see who I end up with, if anyone

🦢 ˗ˏˋ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

NAME : Angelica Isadora Luciana Sinclair

NICKNAMES : Angel, Issy, Lucy

AGE : 20-years-old

LANGUAGES : English, Spanish, French, BSL

PRONOUNS : She/her/hers

ETHNICITY : Black and Hispanic

MBTI : ENFJ-A

PERSONALITY : Lively, outgoing, comedic, rebellious, educated, poetic/artistic, open-minded, empathetic, playful, hopeless romantic

HOBBIES : Writing (prose and poetry), acrylic painting, debating, gardening, sculpting, dancing, astronomy, harp, pianoforte

VOICECLAIM : Hayley Atwell

📜 ˗ˏˋ PARENTS .ᐟ

My parents are Valerie and Manuel Sinclair, or as society calls them, the Earl and Countess of Ashbourne. They're basically like the Gomez and Morticia Addams of 19th century London🤭. My mom is where I get most of my personality from; she's incredibly free-spirited and intelligent but also very sophisticated. My dad is far more easygoing and is where I got my passion for art from. He's mainly there to offer endless support for his wife and daughter🛐. My family lineage is one of the most well-known and affluent family lines in London, because I'm the main character actually <333

🐝 ˗ˏˋ RELATIONSHIPS .ᐟ

My family and the Bridgertons have been friends for years, so I have a specific relationship with all the siblings, but for brevity's sake, I'll only list out the important ones and my connections with non-Bridgertons!! GREGORY: Me and him are the same age in this reality, so we've been friends ever since birth. He's so much fun to hang out with. He loves to make me laugh (especially in serious situations), so we're always joking around. I LOVE GREG HE'S GREAT KATE: SCREAMING CRYING I LOVE KATE SO MUCH😭. She's the big sister I never had. We just connect so well, with both of us being very independent and witty. She also offers REALLY good advice BENEDICT: I grew up with two parents who held really high value in art, so it's a no-brainer that me and Benedict connect over that. He's the most unserious person I know asides from Gregory; he's really playful and I love him for it PENELOPE: Pen is a really sweet girl with a big personality. We used to clash heads a lot because of her attitude (not to mention the whole Lady Whistledown incident💀), but after her and Colin settled down, she matured significantly, and our little squabbles died down. We talk the most about literature and poetry, she's very skilled when it comes to writing

⌛ ˗ˏˋ OUTRO .ᐟ

I'M SO EXCITED TO SHIFT HERE HUHYGTFRG. I'm really looking forward to all the balls and elegant dresses I'll get to wear. NOT TO MENTION THE RELATIONSHIP DRAMA?? I'm gonna turn this whole reality into a soap opera. As always, feel free to send in asks about this reality!! <33

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 *+:｡.｡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . . . . ╰──╮

[crestfallercanyon]

I LOVE what they’ve done to Aelwyn. I LOVE that she’s a raging party girl in secret, I LOVE that she just fucking kissed Fabian and Fabian’s a besotted moron, I LOVE that they’ve made her so intriguing as to put Ostentatia in the Palimpsest because I have no idea how she’s factoring into all this and I am so goddamn intrigued.

I LOVE Riz and Adaine’s teamwork here as they are facing off against Aelwyn and the fact that they are so supportive of each other as Adaine finally confronts her bitch sister and Riz has an opportunity to get his answers. I am also LOVING the fact that Adaine is getting the opportunity to potentially gain some confidence here as she is now powerful and skilled enough to catch Aelwyn in the midst of her bullshit — I’m wondering if Aelwyn has so far gotten away with so much because she’s been predominantly a conjurer of cheap tricks and before Adaine didn’t know any better but now she’s outshined her in magical talent? We shall see!

I am also IN LOVE with Gorgug as he proceeds to be the cutest big boi in his himbo ways thinking he might be his own dad (and Fig’s response is so adorably and stupidly supportive it’s amazing), I am about to SLAP and smush Fabian’s face because he needs to GET A GRIP and tamp down the horniness (but I also can’t stop laughing at his reactions here) and I am CACKLING and in adoration as Kristen proceeds to relatably fumble her way through her queer-not-yet-even-quarter-life-crisis making out with a literal elemental puppet who can’t do anything but say stereotypical cheerleader bs, and the fact that everyone is both simultaneously rolling terribly with the constant nat 1s and also doing some really cool shit — this whole fight is AMAZING so far.

[burningvelvet]

Quickly and poorly reviewing and ranking adaptations of Jane Eyre (1996, 1997, 2006, 2011) by their pros and cons:

1996 pros:

Best fire scene, easily. It actually gave me that excited feeling that good cinema gives a person. Much of the cinematic art was enjoyable altogether, including the costumes.

This film probably has ond of the best Bertha's in my opinion. She's truly sympathetic, beautiful, and fierce. probably tied for my favorite Bertha actress with 2006. She and Poole are given little time in the story, however.

Most adaptations shit on St. John. Here, that isn't the case. What little time he has is spent in making him much more appealing than I've ever seen him, both physically and characteristically. I like this, because many forget that Jane did love him in her way, and he is supposed to be attractive and nice despite his zealotism.

1996 has the best Adèle, which is amazing for me as a big Adèle fan. There is more focus on her and her relationships with Jane/Rochester. I particularly love the scene where J draws R and Adèle tries to play cupid a little, and when Adèle is offended when the ladies insult Jane.

Best Lowood plot by far. This is the first time I've been able to stand the Young Jane scenes, and little time was devoted to her early life with the Reeds, just enough to let us know she was abused. I like this choice. The young actresses playing Jane and Helen were the best and most rebelious I've seen yet. Their hair cutting scene brought tears to my eyes, which rarely ever happens for me.

Good Blanche plotline. I absolutely love the cinematography/aesthetic & set design.

1996 cons:

the actors are individually endearing in some ways (the scene of Jane and the mirror is particularly touching, as is their reunion). However, The biggest downside to this adaptation is that the chemistry between Jane and Rochester was lacking in my opinion. this is particularly notable in their meeting scene and first proposal scene.

William Hurt is a fantastic actor, and he's likeable, but he's not my favorite Rochester ever. He's alright. On a rewatch I could see myself warming to him more.

I love Charlotte Gainsbourg more for her music than her acting. Granted, she was young here like Jane is supposed to be, so I do not blame her. Visually, aside from her height, I can absolutely see her as Jane. As the film went on I warmed to her acting style; Jane Eyre is a hard role to perform due to her inwardness. I don't think she was horrible, but Anna Paquin (of later True Blood fame) as Young Jane Eyre somewhat outshined Gainsbourg.

I was disappointed in Adèle being sent away to school before the disaster and her not coming back in the end (why couldn't they have had her running with Pilot in the landscape shot!!!).

1997 pros:

Maybe the most accurate Jane and Rochester. I wasn't expecting to like him at all but he blew me away. excellent chemistry between the actors. The dancing scene was very captivating, as was the scene with him jumping from the walkway, their outdoor talks, him chasing her down the stairs — really, I was impressed, because I thought I'd hate this film. Like in the novel and in 96, both actors are a bit conventionally unattractive (well, compared to 11 and to some extent 06) - and like them, the characters grow on you.

BEST ST. JOHN (although 2006 has the best Rivers sisters) - St. John is described as being nice though serious, and looking like a statue of a Greek God with all the coldness AND beauty - and this movie is the only one who relatively understood that assignment (96 came close emphasizing his niceness). Most adaptations adapt his coldness but not his conventional Eurocentric good looks, which not only symbolize his colonizer attribute but also his appeal to Jane and the others. It's also important to have a conventionally handsome actor play St. John just as it's important to have a conventionally less attractive Jane Eyre because one theme of the novel is the critique of Victorian physiognomy & beauty; Jane/Rochester being unconventionally attractive is a contrast to Bertha, St. John, Blanche, Georgiana being attractive, so I think this element is not inconsequential. The difficult part is that beauty is highly subjective, so relying on conventional standards is key, as is the reminder that Victorian standards were a bit different from our own.

good Lowood plotline, good Gateshead plotline, fantastic Adèle with lots of adorableness & miraculous though OOC bonding between her and Rochester, fantastic costuming (though I don't know about accuracy), good Blanche plotline overall. Probably my favorite Bertha plotline for being sufficiently creepy.

1997 cons:

this isn't really a con for me but many people may dislike 97 Rochester for being passionate to the point of coming off crazy, and physical domineering as when he grabs Jane when she tries to leave — however, this does kind of fit for canonical Rochester & I don't mind it since he's supposed to be that way, but this is still arguably a con nevertheless. he does come off as too forward but i get they were trying to capture the whole overpassionate thing. it does come off as a little more toxic than other depictions perhaps!

I have very few complaints overall. I don't think the chemistry is as appealing as 2006, but it is accurate. I wish there was more Adèle, but you can't have everything.

The posters are bad and make the actors look worse than they are which subsequently turns people away. I think 1996 was marketed a bit better but that 2006 also suffers from bad poster syndrome which had an effect on me also. Presentation is important; marketing and advertising are also important in cinema. The aesthetic isn't as good as 1996 although I don't think the visuals are bad overall.

Jane is a little dissociative seeming, which can be off-putting for myself and other viewers I assume, but to be fair she is described as being like a weird little elf creature in the book, and the actress plays this very well, actually looking quite ill when Rochester asks if she is.

2006 pros:

Best chemistry between Jane/Rochester by far and for this reason will always be my favorite because it actually made me fall in love with Rochester in the end though I didn't like his portrayal at all at first (that's power! — and my love for this Rochester should arguably be a con for the sake of my sanity and pride). best Rochester imo and a fantastic Jane. I love love love the way they did the Rochester storytime flashbacks and fleshed out his character as a result.

Best and most enjoyable Blanche Ingram plotline by far (although no one likes the lack of Rochester-in-drag, the party scenes & insertion of the twin flame theory was delightful).

some of the best dialogue, fantastic Adèle plotline, good Bertha plotline, best Pilot, best Rosamond, good costuming, good sets/locations (the fairytale ambience of Jane walking outside before meeting Rochester! Rochester's weird study!), I like the extra focus placed on themes such as nature/genetics/science, religion, travel, sexuality, etc.

2006 cons:

I dislike the way they did the Lowood and Gateshead plots, and although the Rivers sisters were good, I resent their St. John plotline for the most part. I disliked the lack of mystery surrounding Bertha; I think they made it way too obvious & not creepy enough, especially in showing her perspective from the window and giving her lines (one line, calling Jane a whore in Spanish) which no other adaptation does. I was sorely bored before and after Thornfield and only really revived when she got back to Ferndean (although Jane's flashbacks and some of the St. John plotline [the references to love, reminding us of her inner thoughts of Rochester] kept me alive). I suppose there were prices to pay for the excellence of the Jane and Rochester moments. - in comparison these seem like small prices, but still!

2011 pros:

deciding to go with a non-linear structure was a fantastic choice though I was skeptical of it at first, good St. John plotline for the most part & which they put emphasis on, really fantastic Jane with a lot of good fierce moments & lines, maybe the best Gateshead plotline including Mrs. Reed & the Red Room scene (although the lack of red was disappointing, and the lack of explanation for the chimney monster is conflicting – was it all in her head?), good young Jane, one of the best Richard Masons, star-studded cast, good dialogue, maybe the best costuming, Aesthetic™️

2011 cons:

least favorite adele (not insulting the child actress, this is the fault of the writers/directors)

— this is where i call security to protect me from an onslaught of jane eyre 2011 fans here on tumblr. alright, maybe i should watch it again — but i was expecting a lot more. particularly from michael fassbender as mr. rochester. probably my least favorite rochester by far & the least sympathetic. this rochester captures the dark and dangerous part of him but imo not so much the higher feelings that define him. the lack of humour & lack of unrepressed passion/drama/rage is noticeable - rochester isn't supposed to be quiet; as toby stephens (2006) said in an interview, rochester never shuts up in the book, he's really too eccentric to even be adapted accurately; he has to be toned down to be realistic, but here he's muted too far. - i felt like mia was carrying all of their scenes on her back & that the chemistry really rested on her primarily.

Cinematography-wise, there are some gems in the stills (famous hand holding gif), but I dislike the overall muted palette of the film; many will think this suits the tone and in some ways I agree, however, I will always prefer color and dislike the epidemic of desaturation we've seen so often in 21st century cinema. For this reason, 96, 97, 06 all triumph against 2011 aesthetically for me personally, although I still recognize some of the artistry of 2011, it is not my preference.

My overall ranking: 2006 (primarily for Jane/Rochester), 1997 (excellent overall), 1996 (good but flawed), 2011 (I tried but overall did not enjoy it).

[writingfool001]

Tomboy Dressed Up (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Vil's part has been finished, had to remember and add somethings to it since my stupid doc didn't want me to have all of the fic.

Request: Yes by anon

 Remember that fic about a tomboyish fem s/o dolling up? May I request that but with Cater, Rook, and Vil?

Pairing: Cater, Rook, & Vil x Female S/O

Warning: Implied female, Pronouns You/Your, cliche stairway entrance,

Cater 

He was fixing his tie and smoothed out his jacket, looking at his appearance in the mirror. He fixed any small creases that he knew his sisters would badger him about. He kept an eye on the time before walking out of your shared bedroom and sat down on the couch. Hearing the chime of this phone, he answered it to see it was a text from his mom double checking that he knew where the wedding was happening.  

One of his sisters was getting married and of course, he was invited and asked if you wanted to be his plus one, which you agreed to. You’ve met his family a handful of times considering you both were busy with your life together. One day, you both were having an at home date before he got a call from his sister.  After greeting his sister and asking if you were available. Cater glanced at you, fully absorbed in watching the movie, and said you were busy, yet he spoke loud enough for you to hear whatever his sister was going to ask you. His sister asked if you would come or maybe be a bridesmaid, and he repeated the question, directly asking if you were interested in being his sister’s bridesmaid. Cater knew you weren’t a big fan of dresses and didn’t want you to have to suffer under his sister’s wraith, but it was your decision. Looking at you, waiting for an answer, and saw you shake your head before telling her that he would run it by you, even though he was going to text her later that you weren’t interested, but would attend the wedding with him. 

Later, you both got your invitations and saw what the color scheme was as well as the dress code was. Nothing that would outshine the groom or bride. Cater decided that he was going to wear a simple yet stylish suit and when he asked about what you were wearing, you showed him what you were going to wear. 

Hearing the bedroom door open, he looked up to see you step out and did a double take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. You were in a beautiful dress and he stared at you with an astonished expression. When you asked if this was alright, he didn’t answer you and only kept staring. This was different from what you would usually wear, and he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he felt your hand under his chin and looked up to see you smiling. He smiled and stood up before asking for a twirl then cheered you on. He wrapped his arms around you and showered you in kisses, causing you to laugh. You had to pry his arms off of you so you both could make the ceremony before you both got in trouble. Throughout the entire time, he would whisper cheesy compliments to you, something he would do throughout the day. 

“I might have asthma because every time I look at you,” He smiled brightly, as you both danced at the reception, and kissed your cheek lovingly.  

“What am I going to do with you?” You let out a small dramatic sigh and kept dancing with him. 

“Love me forever?”   

Rook 

He happily chatted with other guests and told them a story causing them to laugh as Rook took the opportunity to look around the hall, taking in the scenery. It was filled to the brim of dressed guests socializing and dancing.  

It was a party at the museum that Rook was working for, he asked if you would come, which you agreed to. Revealing that it was a formal event, he reassured you that you didn’t have to wear pants before you told him that you would take care of it. Even when you both went shopping, he would suggest combinations of shirts and pants as well as footwear as he looked for both of you.  

When the day of the party came, Rook called to tell you at work that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up before the party and was apologizing as he was on his lunch break, heading home to pick up his suit. You reassured him that you could catch a ride with one of his coworkers, a close friend of you both, and meet him there. 

When he went back to your shared place, he decided to be nosy and look at the outfit you had set aside. He smiled at the simple suit that complimented his before leaving behind a piece of your preferred jewelry with a sweet note then left to head back to the museum. 

Sipping the champagne provided, he looked around again before noticing your familiar face and the smile on his face turned to an awestruck as you walked down the stairs, looking around for him. He took in the beautiful sight of your dress and your appearance, he felt he was falling in love with you all over again, and had a small blush spread across his face when you winked at him after spotting him in the crowd. He set the champagne glass down on a passing waiter’s tray before slipping through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 

Once you both met in the middle, he kissed your hand before giving you a gentle kiss, not messing up the small bit of makeup you had on and showered you with compliments. He asked where the dress came from and listened as you told him that you went out by yourself to buy it and kept it at a friend’s house, to not ruin your little surprise. He rewards you with his hearty laugh and another kiss before complimenting you for getting past the hunter. He offered his arm to you before escorting you through the crowd and headed towards a group of friends. 

“No set of jewels could compare to you, my love.” 

Vil 

Vil watched as the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces interacted with each other before moving his gaze to his father, laughing, while surrounded by some old friends of his. Vil sipped his drink as he checked his phone to see if you texted him yet.  

His father tended to have two different birthdays each year, one with all his old friends and one that he spends with Vil. This year, he decided to have a bigger party with his friends and asked for both Vil and you to be there if you both were available. You’ve met him a couple times while dating Vil, a very loving man and someone Vil looked up to. You would occasionally spend time with him while Vil had to take a call or answer some work stuff while you two were visiting him.  

When Vil heard about the semi formal dress code, he wanted to help figure out what you were going to wear to elevate your gorgeous appearance. You both would have scope through both your closets to come up with an outfit or an idea. You both came up with a compromise on both parties, Vil didn’t want to force you into wearing something that you would feel uncomfortable in. You both went shopping, mainly to figure out what to get his dad, and you both would go separate ways to do your own thing. He browsed around for some potential gifts for his father before you met up with him to eventually come to a final decision.   

The week of the party, you both went a couple days early to spend time with him as well as to help if you could. You both stayed at his house because he didn’t want either of you to waste money on a hotel when you could just stay at his house. On the day of the party, he was woken up to hear his phone ringing and begrudgingly answered it to hear his agent apologizing for bothering him on his time off. She told him about a photoshoot needing a replacement for Neige and it was nearby his father's house. Vil debated about it before sighing and told her to send him the address. His conditions were to only be there for a couple of hours before hanging up. He let out a tired sigh before glancing at you, sleeping peacefully while wrapped up in the comfy sheets. He kissed your head before getting out of bed to get ready then gave you one more kiss before leaving the room. He informed his father of a last-minute gig and he would be back in time for the party.

By the time he came back, he immediately went upstairs to change and put on some makeup before joining the part. He was greeted by some of his father's old friends and talked to them for a while. He looked around for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He asked his father if he had seen you, only to be told that you went on a quick errand to grab some extra supplies. Vil was tempted to go find you, but decided to wait. instead.

As he listened to someone telling a story, he overheard your laughter and turned his head to see you, entering the party with a box of wine. What made him do a second look was the outfit you were wearing. A formal dress with some jewelry, something different from what he thought you were going to wear. He excused himself before making his way over to you, noticing someone was getting too friendly with you, and quickened his steps towards the open bar.

Once he enters your peripheral vision, you smiled and greeted him, causing him to smile and give you a kiss on the lips, silently showing this person that you were taken. He apologized for leaving you this morning and leaving you alone. You reassured him that it was fine before he asked where you found this dress. He was surprised to hear that you found it while you both went gift shopping and had it shipped here so he wouldn't see it beforehand. Such a sneaky sweet potato. He gave you another kiss before you both heard his father calling both of your names, to see him surrounded by some of his old friends. Vil offered his arm to you before carefully leading you towards him and reassured you that you would be alright.

"Promise not to drop me?" You asked, as you walked in heels.

"Only a fool would drop a woman like you, dear." he reassured you.

[verishere]

Can you rant about your OCs please??? They seem very interesting and I want to learn more abt them :3

whoo this'l be fun. Technically pretty much every OC has their own individual post on @vermakesthings, but thats more focused on worldbuilding than on the OC's- things like their positions and stuff. I don't think I mentioned anything about any of their personalities on that blog ever.

I have like 13 OCs and while some aren't fully thought out I do have like 7 that I could ramble about and that would take fucking forever so for today wheelofnames.com and we get 3.

Won't talk about any of the extremely important stuff about the characters, like their limbos if they are Thrinnu or their arcs and stuff- thats all explained in their own post on @vermakesthings

first though I have two species for the worldbuilding project. One of them is just humans (called "Mornnu") and the other is Mennu.

Don't know what a Mennu looks like? Take a human, make their shoulders a bit slimmer and hips a bit wider on average, make their head a bit bigger, and cover them in very, very deep purple fur. Almost black fur. Now make their mouths like 1.5x as big as a humans and their eyes 1.25x as far apart. Thats a Mennu.

also incase you know nothing from my sideblog, Thrinnu are the creators and true rulers of the world, the Lyradonnus are the regent royal family they had while they were stuck in their limbos.

Aegir Thrinnu

Species: Mennu

Pronouns: he/him

Brother of: Freya, Nerquam, and Nirum.

No parents aside from perhaps the primordial void. No, thats not an exaggeration.

aro/ace and cisgender. Not that those words exist in world, this is a fantasy setting, but you get the point.

Very, very basic rundown of role: Master of the earth element, one of the four creators of the world, his domain is over the earth itself: he designed the mountains and the canyons, the landmasses and the caves. He maintains his control ofc and manages earthquakes and other necessary things.

He is also the most massive fucking troll to ever live, somehow outshining both Axel Lyradonnu and his sister, Freya Thrinnu, which is genuinely impressive. He isn't known as the most massive troll to ever live though, just a bit of a troll, as almost everything he does is anonymous. He does not get through a single day without annoying somebody, but they usually think he does something like once a month. From tying hair together, dying hair, and keptchup bottle replaced with hotsauce all the way to things like Eris' "to the fairest" golden apple from Greek Mythology. He did something like that except it was with a bueatiful (hand crafted) diamond, and thrown into a room of Lords of the Mark (if you ask what that is be prepared for politics) of the southern realms. Two people died there. Still no one knows who threw the damned thing.

Likes: trolling, singing, caves, rocks, trolling, spending time with his family, meeting new people, alcohol, playing with is nephew/niece, did I mention trolling people?

Dislikes: Dancing, flying, public appearances (he's a litereral king), speeches from him or anyone else, worship, and anyone thinking their position of power makes them entitled.

Averon & Unvurion Lilinu Lyradonnu Thrinnu

Siblings, children of Freya Thrinnu and Liam Lyradonnu.

Averon is transfem, Unvurion is transmasc.

these two are interesting. There is a method of revival in my world, but for thousands of years it was shut off. Averon died as an infant some 400 years into the Dark Ages. Unvurion was born about a year into the Second Blessed Years. Averon was revived from death two weeks later. So depending on who you ask, they are either 4500 years apart or two weeks apart.

These two are inseperable. There was exactly one documented case of them arguing after they turned 10, which was when they were coming out as trans: Unvurion was scared to and Averon thought he was being stupid. The only other disagreements they have had are solved civilly and within minutes. It did help that, especially due to who their parents are, they pretty much never had to share any thing outside of when their parents were intentionally teaching them to do so, so they never had anything to fight over.

They aren't really trolls at all, though they are known to be an unstoppable force of karma. Their family and friends they are nothing but kind to, little pranking, but heres an example of the opposite: a few lords of the mark were visiting the palace of the sun for a meeting with the Thrinnu. They were by this point only teenagers and were thus not present, though they did listen to the entire thing (with their parents approval). After the meeting, the dignitaries were leaving to their private guest quarters. They thought the teens were away at the time visiting extended family, though in truth the kids were hiding behind a pillar.

A plot was formed with all the entire services of the palace. The launderers were especially involved in this, though not alone. Everyone collectively agreed that these dignitaries needed to have as terrible a stay as physically possible.

Their clothes went unwashed- problem with the faucets, you see. Totally coincidental with their rooms not being kept, or at times kept wrongly; the roomkeepers- all of the ones for these dignitaries, that is- had all had a late night and thus were commonly making mistakes or forgetting things that day. You get the idea.

This continued for a whole day before they finally got to speak with the Thrinnu to complain. The Thrinnu brought people from all over the palace to a common area to ask what the fuck was happenning, and all of them simply collectively turned their heads to Averon and Unvurion.

The dignitaries had been saying things like "so rushed, it is as if they have no care for formality" and "she should never have married him" etc. about the Thrinnu. They were also commenting on how Averon and Unvurion's parents were supportive of them being transgender, specifically calling it unnatural.

The kids of course told their parents directly. The way they convinced all the staff to join in on this was infact that they swore to take the fall fully and fess up as if they soley were responsible. Not that they were punished, of course; this was actually celebrated, though they were told to simply tell the Thrinnu next time about what was said.

The Thrinnu ofc went to the next day's meeting with the dignitaries and adressed their concerns- by telling them to their faces the word for word qoutes that they had been saying, and promptly informing them all of their removal from office effective immediately.

Wonderful force of karma.

Liam Lilinu Lyradonnu Thrinnu

Mornnu

He/him

Parents: Nyra Lyradonnu and Dowan Lyradonnu

Axel Lyradonnu's is his sibling.

Bit of backstory: this world originally started as an Undertale fanfic. Years ago, I added an OC to a little fanfic in my head about Undertale.

Over time, the fanfic grew. I kept adding more worldbuilding. Eventually I threw in Doctor Who as well. From there changed it to more a fantasy setting, adding new characters and trimming old ones.

Liam is the literal only character that has survived all those revisions. He was the one I added in when it was an Undertale fanfic, and he was the only one that has not been cut out. He's my favorite OC. (if you know undertale, his role in the og fanfic was Frisk's brother, btw).

He is deeply intelligent and knowledgeable. During the Dark Ages he was actually the greatest loremaster the world had, without exception. Even during the Second Blessed Years he still knows a lot more about everyone than most people think, though he does try not to abuse this and he doesn't make it extremely obvious. He knows it all, but he's not a know it all. He is extremely smug when given even the slightest reason to be. He gets into fights a lot, mostly friendly duels though.

If you need to cheer him up, mention his wife, Freya. Assuming Second Blessed Years, anyways. He is even after literal centuries still head over heels with her (she is with him, but less obvious). He considers himself pretty much the luckiest man alive to have found her. Raising his children with her was the greatest joy he'd had since their marriage.

He is a Lilinu, of course, which automatically makes him a smith (the joke is that the forge runs in the blood; EVERYONE of that descent is a smith at least part time. The oldest of that house are the two greatest smiths in the world, so they probably aren't wrong). His first romantic gifts for Freya were forged by hand over the course of a week.

In this world, souls are an actual thing: people don't have brains. Their head is a house for the soul, a magical thing. As such, mental disorders don't map 1f1 with real world disorders. None of my characters suffer from any disorder in real life.

When Liam gets overstimulated and nervous, he will usually go quiet and tense, even over telepathic communication he is only capable of sending a vague sense of his emotions instead of words. A quiet place and not too many people (usually just one or two members of his direct family) is the best place for him to calm down. If it gets worse it may reach the point he passes out, in which case he will be out for ~15 hours on average. When he wakes up he will still be unwell for a while.

Likes: Singing, Dancing, partying, littererly anything with caffeine, spending time with family and friends, and smithing.

Dislikes: Alcohol, dealing with idiots, idiots having any kind of power, entitlement, worship, and any insults to his family. That last one is true of any character I've made, really, but it bears mentioning for Liam do to the extremeness of it. He will ruin your life if you say something about his family (or he would, except that his family doesn't want him to.)

[cinnrxll]

— HOUSE OF MEMORIES 🚪

You had always liked Katsuki’s house better than yours.

Yours was always a bit too empty, with only your sister to fill the house with liveliness. While Katsuki’s was the opposite; his home was always full. Filled with noise, with people, with pictures.

Your favorite part of his house was his living room. Maybe because of the countless hours you spent as a child spread across his couch while watching some hero documentary together— which you found extremely boring.

Or maybe, because it didn’t matter how much you and Katsuki now hated each other, his living room was filled with pictures of you.

It was definitely his mom that hung them on the walls, much to his protests. He even had one in his room, a portrait that laid face down on his nightstand, he couldn’t face the picture yet couldn’t bring himself to throw it away.

Now, a week before the final exams: Eijiro, Mina, Hanta and Denki were all sat around the table. After Katsuki beat them up with a rolled up english sheet he got up and stomped to his room to get more material.

In this time, Mina, who had no concept of privacy, stood up to take a closer look to the wall. Her eyes widened and a grin grew on her face as she looked at all the pictures on the wall.

The biggest one was a picture of Katsuki, using a sports uniform, a big ‘7’ written in the middle. Next to him a girl, wearing a matching uniform but with an ‘8’ and big line drawn under her number. Both stood with a big trophy between them. Katsuki’s arm wrapped loosely around your shoulder and yours rested on the side of his hip.

The said trophy was on the cabinet under the picture.

‘Nationals League — Mixed Volleyball’

Mina had no idea Katsuki ever played volleyball. But no doubt, if he did, he would be the best.

Eijiro panicked when the loud footsteps of Katsuki were heard coming down the stairs.

“Mina, maybe you should-!”

“What are you doing?!”

Katsuki went right up to her and tried to push her away, rather gently. Mina took the lack of force in his touch to question him.

“I didn’t know you and (y/n) were friends! Even better, in middle school!”

Katsuki could only let out a grunt “We’re not friends”

“You look like friends”

“We were like 10” Not true “We’re not friends anymore”

He remembered perfectly how the week after the tournament you both fought.

Katsuki hated being bossed around. You loved bossing around. Katsuki wanted to shine. You wanted to outshine him.

i literally forgot tumblr existed lol 👎

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Changes made to Crowfeather so far:

Deadfoot passed when he was a baby, and he feels a tad of pressure on himself. No one has put this on him.

He has a very strong bond with his mother Ashfoot, sister Downpaw, and brother Hillpaw. Eaglefoot, his older brother, was a bit busy with his own apprentice, but still obviously family.

Losing Downpaw and Eaglefoot to sickness from a poisoned rabbit is what finally makes him listen to Starclan, because he does not want other cats to feel that pain. He does it for the future of Windclan, for his grieving Clanmates.

He had a rivalry with Nightpaw (Nightcloud). She had a habit of outshining him in battle training. His jaw hit the floor when he learned she had been given her name early (and as an Honour Title no less!)

He has a "friendship" with Cranberrypaw. He likes his personal space. She also likes his personal space. He doesn't hate her, but she's so cheerful and bouncy that she is a bit tiring to watch. He is very happy she makes friends with Squirrelpaw.

He does not have a romantic bond with Feathertail. She is much more like a big sister. She cares heavily about the younger cats on the Journey, which now has more apprentices (Crowpaw, Cranberrypaw, Smokepaw, Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw and Shrewpaw).

Traveling with Leafpaw let them build a real bond, and he truly loved her. No more Leafpool hanging off a cliff larping as Feathertail. He is also a HUGE Fire Law supporter.

"The Code is old, and restricting, if the Code is meant to keep cats from LOVING one another.... Then it needs to change."

He faced off against his radicalized brother, Hillfang, during the Battle of Mudclaw. He kills his own brother. Hillfang's body rolls down the hill and his Blood begins to trickle towards the Lake.

He and Leafpool discussed names for kits. It's were they got Lionkit and Jaykit from. He always wanted a big family, and this is a huge trait of his, especially since he loses so many.

He was so prepared to go to Thunderclan to be with Leafpool, but he saw Onewhisker struggling with Mudclaw's Coup and knew he needed to once again think of the future of his own Clan. I cannot stress enough: He Does Not Want To Be In Windclan Anymore.

He and Nightcloud were BOTH in hot water after the Battle of Mudclaw. Girl is a Kitty War Criminal. She killed a guy by somewhat accident (meant to hurt him, did not mean to slit his throat. Don't think "oopsie" is gonna get you off the hook on a murder charge.) and ALL of Windclan is watching them.

"If we start a family, look like we're settling. Maybe we'll be forgiven. They still see both of us as young and irresponsible, we can win back their trust."

When Leafpool told him she was pregnant, he once again tried to leave Windclan, but she was so overwhelmed with emotion (thanks unborn Jaykit) that she ran off. He also realized that with Windclan's changing political atmosphere, if he left now, war would most likely break out. Onestar was cracking under the weight of leadership and the cats of Windclan were demanding that Thunderclan get away from them.

He only trains Heathertail officially. He gives less official training to Featherpelt when Nightcloud goes missing, but Featherpaw goes straight back to her old mentor after.

He does NOT disown the three. He actually really loves them. His relationship with Breezepelt is... strained.

He loves him. He wants to love him. But he doesn't want to be with Nightcloud. He never wanted to be with Nightcloud. Being together was a mistake on both their parts and they were better as just casual rivals when they could easily walk away from each other. He hates that he made that choice and wishes to undo it. But.... does that mean Breezepelt shouldn't exist? What about Smokekit and Dusk-kit? He wants to be close with his son, but his son a living wildfire, and he already never wanted to have kits with Nightcloud, and he still hates being in Windclan... It's hard to think about.

It's complicated. It's frustrating. He doesn't deal with it well, and neither does Breezepelt. They butt heads more than a couple of rams and it doesn't help that Breezepelt is so damn intelligent, light years ahead of "head in the clouds Crowfeather". Their personalities just don't click, and it takes The Great Battle for him to realize how isolated it made Breezepelt feel. Foresight is not this guy's specialty.

He and Nightcloud do agree on one thing though. They love that Whitetail was Breezepaw's mentor. She helped satisfy his need to test and try everything and LEARN things, and had a sarcasm level that matched little Breezey P.

A Broken Crow's Nest is one third Crowfeather's story (the other thirds obviously being Nightcloud and Breezepelt). Crowfeather's ending is that he... Leaves. He finally leaves Windclan behind and congratulates Breezepelt on being made deputy, saying sorry for being a stubborn fart of a father, and he is glad Nightcloud is such a wonderful mom.

He also tells Pickletail a lot of things Breezepelt likes and dislikes, and that Pickletail will be a better father to him than Crowfeather was, and a MUCH better mate flr Nightcloud. (Breezepelt LOVES Pickletail.)

He leaves for Thunderclan, where he finally relaxes for the first time since he ran away so long ago. He gains a lot of weight (Fat Crowfeather SWEEP), and discovers a joy in Camp Keeping and some bird hunting. He connects with his other kits, and gets the chance to mentor... Baypaw!

He is subjected to HEAVY discrimination during TBC, Baypaw is taken from him and given to another cat more loyal to Bramblestar.

"You are a Code Breaker, Lostfeather. And I'm sure Starclan doesn't need a cat like you corrupting the minds of youths."

He joins the rebellion and highly supports Hollyleaf trying to get lives from Starclan.

He is NOT a Light In The Mist. That honour goes to Breezepelt and Leaftail.

In Windclan, he was considered UGLY. Guy was a 1/10. Nightcloud is a 10. No one understood what she "saw in him" and wondered what he must have done to get her attention. In Thunderclan, now that he is fat and more well groomed, he is a more 4 or 5.

As of River, he is now chilling with Leafpool, waiting patiently with her for her other mate Mothwing (Bi Poly Leafpool SWEEP) to cross the border into Thunderclan. It sure is taking a while. Hope Frostpaw's training comes along nicely so she can leave. She's been more high strung lately, more nervous...

[nikethestatue]

I literally thought I was the only one exhausted of all the Nesta in all the books. Sjm said feysand will always be the center of the universe but it seems she's forgotten and her main focus is Nesta. I truly hate it.

I feel like not only is she gonna have Azriel outshine elain in her own book...but worst she'll have Nesta outshine both elriel in their own book. We've waited so long for elain but she seems to have flipped from wanting to explore each sisters power to only Nesta and her warrior image . I fear she'll play a big role and dominate whilst elain wilts in the background with her story not being told unbiasedly.

To me the problem is sjm writes emotionally and inserts herself into the story....and the only character she's obsessed with is Nesta. She's forgotten elain and feyre exist. It's almost like she'll only write Nesta and azriel scenes coz she's obsessed with pushing this friendship - like who's the couple. I don't want to read more Nesta and az as warriors because that means more gwyn as well...leaving elain in her own book to dust.

yeah, and I am a Nesta stan! But like, why do we have multiple books so Nesta-centric. Like if SJM wanted to write a Nesta trilogy, that's fine, but she didn't. ANd now, Nesta's overtaken Feyre in the number books she's been in AND the number of heroic deeds she's accomplished.

She found all the troves, she forged Made weapons, she beheaded the king (not sure SJM even remembers that Elain stabbed him), she killed a death god, an evil queen, and an Asteri!!!! Thus obviously saving all of Prythian.

Meanwhile Elain is baking and gardening, and Feyre is...i dont even know what she is doing? Being with Nyx? Being a High Lady? No idea.

The whole direction is just so weird. I dont know if SJM knows what the hell she is writing anymore.

[i-writes-things]

Please Hold To My Hand

Kara Zor El X sister!reader (BD) [Baby Danvers]

Alex Danvers X sister!reader (BD) [Baby Danvers]

Summary- Kara gets hit with Red Kryptonite.

Warnings- Violence, fighting, detailed descriptions of injuries, yelling, angry characters, mentions of blood, fainting, crying, mean Supergirl, threats,

A/N- Reader is a krytonian from another Earth who did some bad things but is trying to be better on this Earth and in the last few years has become like a younger sister to Alex and Kara!

“Kara?” Alex pushed on the already slightly ajar door. Kara’s apartment was gloomy looking. She pressed into the room slowly. Gun at her side but at the ready.

“Hello, sister.” Kara came out of nowhere.“Look, I picked out my own outfit without any fashion advice from you.” She took a step closer to Alex, wearing an all black jumper with a red colored Glyph. "All these years you've pushed those dowdy sweaters and skirts on me! Trying to cloak my beauty so I don't outshine yours.” Kara’s heatvision quickly hit her clothing rack. It caught fire and started to burn.

“Kara!” Alex rushed over with the fire extinguisher, while Kara laughed manically.

“I needed a wardrobe overhaul.” The Kryptonian moved back into the kitchen. And Alex followed her quickly after the fire was put out.

“Kara, this isn't you.” Kara turned sharply. There was something in her tone and an evil in her eyes that sent the message that the Kara Danvers Alex knew, was not in this room.

“I'm more me than I've ever been.”

“Please, listen. You're not seeing clearly.”

“Oh, I see clearly!" Kara shouted angrily. "I see how you've always been jealous of me! You didn't want me to come out as Supergirl because you didn't want me to own my powers. I can fly. I can catch bullets with my bare hands. And that makes you feel worthless.” Kara put weight on her words, knew they would crush Alex.

“No.” She whispered, a lump in her throat starting to form. “No, I'm proud of you.”

“And when you couldn't stop me being Supergirl, you got me to work for you. To retain some control." Kara scuffed in her sister's face. "Those days are so over.” The words cut Alex deep and pushed her closer to the edge. Kara starred the human down with disgust. “I am finally free of you, and I'm ready to soar.” Kara went over to the window and looked out it with a sense of authority. “Look at that city. They worship me. And those who don't, will."

“Kara, just listen to yourself.”

“Go, cut the big sister act, Alex. We have never been sisters.” Kara said aggressively, leaving the window sill to slowly walk up to Alex. “We don't share blood. And you know what the sad truth is? Without me, you have no life. And that kills you.” A beat. A silent moment. A tension that brought Alex closer to tears than ever. “Deep down, you hate me.” Kara leaned in, whispering. “And that's why you killed my aunt.” Kara noticed Alex had a red face with tears in her eyes. She chuckled, “Aww, did I make you cry?” She pouted at her sister dramatically. Alex sniffled trying to hide it. “You know what they say, the truth hurts.” Kara said straight faced and flew out of the apartment by the open window.

-

“Y/n, you and I are nothing alike. Your power will never match mine. I am a god. You're worthless. You hold me back. You and Alex both.”

“Kara-”

“You hate that I am more powerful than you. And you’ll never measure up.” Kara laughed, shaking her head, a deceiving smile playing on her lips. “Always in my shadow. That heavy shadow, I'm forced to lug around.” Her smile faded. “Your just dead weight, and that makes you feel pathetic." She rolled her eyes and checked her nails for a moment. "What I’m trying to say is,” Her eyes had started to glow. "If you try to stop me. Well. Don’t take this the wrong way. Or do, I don’t care.” She shrugged and a smirk erupted on her face, “I’ll kill you.” Her glowing eyes gave me anxiety about what might come next. She started towards me, cracking her knuckles.

Everything seemed to move in slow-motion for a moment. I didn't understand what was happening. Looking up at her with concerned eyes, I just let her come closer. Fist cocked, the anger in her eyes froze me in place. I just watched it happen. I didn't really understand what was happening. My senses flared as her fist started towards me. "Kar- Kara-" An stounding blow. The pain rippled from my left temple and throw me on the floor. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” I sobbed from, now, on the ground. Her towering figure stood over me. The light behind her body, gave her whole body a shadow. I was laying on the ground, in that shadow. Her breath was heavy, and her eyes were glaring down at me. They were the only light, aside from the city buildings far away.

“I hope you've learned your lesson, sister.” Her piercing glare was the last thing I remembered before it all went dark.

-

What felt like a long time after, the dark came into view again and so did the voices.

“Mommy, is she okay?” Was the closest voice I picked up.

“Alice, no.” I felt a jerk and started to sense the world around me. There was a warm breeze, a rough surface beneath me and giggles from what I suspected was a little girl. Remembering I can see the world too, I slowly open my eyes. It wasn’t bright, I didn't have to adjust my eyes. There was a pale freckled face right above mine. She squealed and popped up. It was then that I noticed her bright red hair blowing in the wind. Also the brightness came into view and I unconsciously picked my hand up to my face.

“Mommy, she’s alive!” She ran out of my view. I was looking up at the sky my hand. As more of the world came to my attention, so did the throbbing in my head. And the numbness in my left temple. I took a deep breath before listening back in, to the mother and daughter.

“Yes. She’s here. On the ground and -AH!” I jerked my head over towards the yelp. The mother was rushing over towards me. “Oh darling are you okay? I have the Hospital on the phone. They are on the way-”

“Who are you?” I blurted out. Instantly realizing where I was.

“My daughter and I found you on our way to the park. I’m Janet.” Her voice was soft, made me feel safe in a way.

“I'M ALICE!” The younger girl shouted.

“Alice, honey, inside voice.” Janet turned back to me. “What’s your name kid? The nurse would like to talk with you. Can you sit up?” Trying to process everything she said, the mother stuck out her hand to me and pulled me up with great ease. She seemed to have a knack for telling what others were thinking, or that they were overthinking. And mine were going a mile a minute. “So, that name?” You slowly looked over at her and blinked, coming back to reality.

“Y/n.” I said just above a whisper. She gave me a smile and repeated it into the phone. I watched Janet as she continued to talk. Not having any idea of what she was saying, I studied her. She had bright teeth. Very white. Her flowery dress drifted nicely in the breeze. Her dark hair looked clean. Her complexion was the complete opposite from the small red head girl that was her daughter. And finally, I felt that she was firmly holding my back up. This helped me realize how tired I was. I felt the need to sleep, but knew sleep would do me no good.

Maybe Janet could carry me.

She seemed strong. I started to fade. Sleep sounded so nice. No pain. Just rest…

“Y/N!” It shot my eyes wide open. The ceiling was rushing by above me and the voice was soft again. “No sleeping, Y/n/n.” Y/n/n? The voice I knew so well was comforting. She had saved me. I was safe. Alex. She was here, but where were Janet and Alice? Are they okay? I missed them for a moment. Not getting to tell them anymore but my name.

“W- Who hit you?” She paused a moment and then asked, “Can you hear me?” More blood slowly trickled down when I tried to smile, showing her, I could hear her concerns. I gave her a thumbs up to show my older sister my hearing was still there. I pushed against Alex’s hand, the one holding my back up, but she wouldn’t let me lay down. Somethings she said went straight through me, but when I heard my name, everything became clear for a few moments. Alex turned away from me, to Winn, who was chewing his nails off in the doorway.

“Kara should have been here by now.” The concern in her voice was more than enough for Winn to know exactly what he should be doing. He piped up from the frame and disappeared down the hall. And as Alex had turned herself and her attention away from me, I finally got to lay down. Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t feel for a moment. No pain. Before it, all started again and I knew I had to tell her. Kara wasn’t gonna be much help.

“Al-” I whimpered, it had felt like I hadn’t talked in years. Alex turned right back to me. Scanning quickly, desperation in her eyes. “Kara…” I said it again. “Kara.” Alex interpreted this as a cry and not a warning. “It- was Kara.” Alex just looked at me quietly. Her eyes never moved from mine in this moment. Her brain processes and reassesses what I had said.

“What do you mean it was Kara?” I hoped to Rao she knew what I meant. The throbbing in my head, and the numbness in the leftside of my head said it all to me. Quite clearly. A tear slowly fell down towards my hair and on. I couldn’t feel my left ear. It didn’t make me panic too much at the moment. As the tear had fallen Alex finally realized what I meant. She couldn’t grasp the thought at all. She left my side immediately and went to find Winn. Leaving me in a haze with the other nurses.

-

“Winn!” It echoed down the halls, again, and again, until she was back in the main control area. J’onn had his hands in his face. Alex could tell he and the rest of the room was tense. Winn, with about six others were staring at the tv’s. A few agents were whispering to themselves on the side. “It was Kara.” Winn looked like he was afraid and nodded, pointing up at the tv. The Cat Grant, from Catco, was talking straight-faced about Supergirl.

Stay away from her, for your safety. Supergirl had attacked multiple citizens and been the cause of two separate fires downtown.

Cat was talking as if she had the notion that she would never, in all of the universe, have to report on this. She was disheartened. We all are.

BREAKING NEWS: SUPERGIRL GOES OFF THE RAILS...

“What happened then? That’s not our Kara.” She protested, tears aching to come out.

“It is our Kara.”

“J’onn.”

“Alex. I know.” Alex huffed in his face, trying to find an explanation for all this. “Winn thinks that she might have come in contact with Red Krytonite.” He saw her frustration and confusion. “It, essentially turns Kara evil for a little while.”

“And how long is a little while, J’onn?” Her voice became louder. “She’s still out there! What are we going to do? Send a squad after her? Y/n’s hurt. Kara might be going off the rails, and there some weirdo out there strong enough to take Y/n down. In one hit too!" Before she knew it she was yelling. “And what are the agents going to do? She’s indestructible! Girl of Steel, much!? Or do you still have some kryptonite your hiding!”

“ALEX!” Bleed coming out of your head, and with it, my throbbing came back, Alex spun around. She was almost shocked to see me here. “I’ll go get her.” It hurt, just thinking about it, but I had to. Alex wasn’t going to stop. She would start crying and break down before she stopped yelling. Alex slowly shakes her head going to say something, taking a breath in, before I'm a foot or so off the ground in just my t-shirt and shorts. Some nurses ran into the room, huffing and puffing and looking for something for you.

Putting a hand to your chest, I say softly, “I’ll go get her.” My voice raspy. I say it in search of permission from my older sister. Anything. Any little thing. I kept re-examining her. The nurses' heavy breathing and the throbbing pulse in my brain was the only two things I could hear. Alex finally closes her eyes and gives the slightest of nods. My queue. The throbbing was just one thing I would just have to work with.

-

Besides the banging in my brain the search in the late afternoon sky was kinda calming. Reminded me of the calm before the storm. That didn’t make me feel much better, though. Soaring in the wind, trying to forget about the pain in my head. In searching for her, it seems she found me first.

“What did I tell you?” Swinging around, head pounding, I could see her corrupt face. Her eyes glowed so bright they looked almost white. And her right hand was covered in red. Dried blood. My dried blood covered her hand. The same dried blood that paint the left side of my head. Alex filled me in on my injury.

“Why would I want to try to stop you and fight after last time, Kara? I was unconscious for hours.”

“Couldn’t let you hurt yourself any further, it was for the best. But why wouldn’t you come crawling back, I always noticed the way you put yourself out there, trying to spend every hour of every day with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re pathetic.” It echoed in my head. After all-

“No I am not.” My blood started to boil. “I am a hero-"

“Hero?” She laughed loudly. “You think that coming here and just taking up the place as a hero magically takes away everything else you’ve ever done.” She was starting to ware me down. It’s not that I had never had someone tell me the hard truth before, but this was different. Kara was someone to me and right about now she was slowly to rip my heart it apart. One agonizing tear of the pumping muscle at a time. “You are the bad guy that everyone hates. That’s You.”

“Kara. Come on. What are you doing? And Spoiler alert. I am not going to fight you.” Your voice turned to a whisper. “However much it might hurt.” I cursed on the inside, the second I let it slip. She could hear me. She could always hear me. I looked down at the city buildings, 100 or more feet, below us trying to get Kara out of my head for a moment of peace. A break.

“I’ll let you go this time. And this time only.” She floated towards me, her gaze shifting, eyes glowing, and whispered calmly, “I will kill the little hero in you.” She mocked, and leaned back, giving me a moment before flying away. Leaving the wind in my face. I let a breath go. Kill. Kara’s not a killer. Right?

-

“That’s not our Kara, remember.”

“Yes it is. She’s in their, she’s just-”

“Just what? We don’t have time for hesitation, Y/n. Go get cleaned up in Medbay. Alex is expecting you.” J’onn crossed his arms. The argument was over. It was his word over everyone else’s in the universe. Including mine evidently.

-

“Maxwell?”

“Yup. He’s building it now for us.” Alex seemed tense about the situation with the scientist.

“Maxwell.” I huffed under my breath aggressively.

“Stop moving. You can always do this yourself.”

“No, no. I’ll stop.” I tried to relax for Alex to continue stitching up your stomach.

“No superheroing for a week. At the least.” I almost screamed. A WEEK?!

This is totally unfair, but I guess when you go up against Supergirl, the consequences are gonna be big.

-

I did it again. I went after her. I have to try. Not alone this time thankfully. J’onn and the whole DEO are on stand by. I will find her and bring her to the park. The DEO closed the park or is in the process of doing that now. I can’t do much, not with my stitches I got earlier today. Flying was hurting my abdomen. Feeling eyes on me I turned and in my discomfort quickly flew to the park. I touched down slowly. I glanced at the places I knew agents were hiding.

“Upside down?” I turned. It was Kara, her eyes were pure white, with the red kryptonite showing on her cheeks.

“I really don’t want to do this, Kara.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“Then, at least-” She swung, landing right in the middle of my chest. Gasping for a breath from the ground, Kara smirked and walked around me in a circle. Her voice was coming from all different angles. It had a new type of hatred in it too.

“Weak. Pathetic." She started off with, then going for the coldest hit yet, no contact necessary. "You are a disgrace to Krypton.” Everything Kara had said to me thus far had just went through me, she wasn’t herself. But this broke something within me that hadn’t been there before. I stood, not sure fully sure what had come over me. I was still trying to find my breath, and forgetting about everything else for a moment, I threw a punch. She caught it and laughed, gently throwing my fist away. “That’s all you’ve got?” A hatred had erupted in me. It went sideways and under. I wanted her to feel what I felt.

“Never say that about Kryton again.” She was quick to catch my collar in her grip and jerked me close to her. The white in her eyes had started to look corrupted by a shooting red on the sides of her eyes. They looked like red vines growing onto of the the pure white. Goosebumps flowed down my arms and up my spine.

“Do not tell a god what to do.” She growled, throwing me harshly away from her. I catch myself in the air, once again catching my breath. It came back to me quickly this time. I knew I had to stay in one place. Landing again I came up to her. Without hesitating, she punched me in the face. Stammer backwards I couldn’t feel my mouth. Pain was sharp and instantly brought tears to my eyes. I heard her laugh maniacally. She was having fun hurting me. I wanted to scream and cry, but that wouldn’t help us at all right now.

I huffed, starting to become livid, I stomped up to her, she flexed her arm in the air. I didn’t flinch. I really wanted to, but I could see in her eyes. She wouldn’t do it. I instead brought my hand up to my face to feel my mouth. Punching her hard in the face. her face went back and took the hit but she grabbed my fist and squeezed it. Hard. Trying to crush it. I could feel my bones starting to crack. I quickly pointed my heat-vision at her hand and she pulled it back fast. She didn’t hesitate to upper cut my stomach. Right next to my stitches I screamed all the air out of my lungs. Again the air being taken away. I groaned and leaned back up. This was getting bad. Why can’t they just take the shot. I put my hands back up, ready to fight again.

“You look tired there, Y/n.” Kara pouted at me. This made me more angry.

“I could do this all day.” I breathed. Kara scuffed at me.

“Don’t disrespect him in that way.”

“I’m not gonna stop. Not till you're done.” This seemed to anger her, cause evidently she got me right in the face. Really hard. I remember she punched me a few times more also. I felt each one, and the power she put behind them. At one point I thought I was pushing her face away from me but she still attacked me. I was on the ground. She was towering over me again.

“I never thought you would just except death this easy.” There was tears streaming down my neck. I tried to convince myself that I had to get up, but there was a sense of pain, that spread everywhere. I tried to get up and the second I was on my feet. She jabbed my face with her bloody knuckles. My face went to the ground. Knees buckling, I said the only thing that came to my foggy mind.

“Kara.” I begged quietly. “Please.” My head was hanging low, the warm taste of blood in my mouth as I felt it run down from my nose. I was at my breaking point. All I could do was beg her. But even that took too much energy. Instead, cautiously, I rested my head on her stomach. She let me. Not moving, my anxiety was dialed up to eleven. In the past 28 hours, I had fought her two times and I was scared.

I was afraid of Supergirl. I needed my Kara back.

I couldn’t take any more fighting. I let myself cry. I eventually stood up on shaky knees and hugged her middle as tight as I could. My whimpers stayed quiet. I didn’t even really notice when she went limp in my arms. Not until Alex was pulling us apart did I realize that she was unconscious. Some agents dragged Supergirl away in the darkness. Alex being the one to put her arm around me and take me to the car.

-

Flying felt a bit easier than yesterday. It had been three days since they dragged her away in the darkness. I had been good for the past two days.

No superheroing. Only because I was under Alex’s watch. Alex as of now, was at the DEO and too distracted to, hopefully, be bothered that I am patrolling. In broad day light too, but who cares.

“Y/N” Stopping short, I swing around. Then jerking back around in pain.

“Shit.” Panting, I held my stomach. After a quick X-ray, I saw that the stitches were still in tack. “Right. Who was that?” I talked out loud to myself.

“Y/n! Y/n!” There was an innocent laugh, as I followed the sound. I landed down at the park, instantly looking for a threat. All that I could find was a little girl, she ran up to me shouting my name. How did she know my name?

“Hi!” I said cheerily, kneely down to her level.

“HI Y/N!” I gave her a weak smile.

“How do you know my name?” I asked softly.

“You know Supergirl.” She giggled. Suspecting you weren’t going to get an easy answer out of her, you just went with it.

“What’s your name?”

“Alice.” She giggled. Alice? Why does that sound familiar? Searching my memories for an Alice, she and Janet finally showed up. The inital shock kept me from moving. It half came back to me. Then looking up, noticing the new woman, and recongizing her as Janet. Her bright smile. Her complexion.

“Janet?” I asked with confusion written all over my face.

“Y/n. It’s good to see you under healthier conditions. Thank you.” Thank you? You wondered why she was thanking you. “Thank you. You saved me.”

"You’re welcome, kid.” There was some foreign comfort in her voice.

“Visit anytime you want. I can hear you. Where ever you are. That sounded weird. I have super-hearing.” Janet chuckled. Checking the time in the nearest building, you knew you couldn’t be caught like this. “I can’t be here for much longer. Secret Identity stuff.”

“I understand. Have a good day, Y/n.”

“I will. Thank you again.” She just smiled at me. Before I went I noticed Alice was mesmerized by my suit and so I stuck my hand in the air and jumped in the sky saying, “Up, up, and away!”

-

“Y/N!” If Kara hadn’t killed me, and she hadn’t, I was about to be. The anger was radiating off of her. Placing her hands on her hips with the utmost of annoyance on her face. “Where the hell were you?” It also showed in her voice. I stayed silent. She would understand. “Really? After I told you a week." I looked down at the ground, shaking her head. “I was coming to find you. Kara’s awake.” The anxiety, just from her name, started to rise. “She needs us.” I don’t think Alex understands, she tried to kill me.

We walked in. The sight of Kara gave me two completely different feelings. One being that I loved her. And the other being that it triggered and reminded me of the last week. For a second I took some deep breaths trying to refocus my thoughts.

“Please hold to my hand.” Kara whimpered, as she sobbed and sobbed. She apologized over and over. I knew we would have to talk about it at some point, at somepoint I would have to tell her what she did, and at somepoint I would have get over my fear of her, but not right now.

I was afraid. I was afraid of my own sister. I was afraid of what might happen.“Please hold to my hand.” Kara whimpered, as she sobbed and sobbed. She apologized over and over. I knew we would have to talk about it at some point, at somepoint I would have to tell her what she did, and at somepoint I would have get over my fear of her, but not right now.

[gainprincess]

"BWAH?!"

"Sorry, would you rather I use proper terminology? It's been a while, but I'll try."

She clears her throat, and sweetens her tone.

"Master, won't you please let me suckle from your obscenely fat breasts so that I may outshine all these pigs lesser than me with my flab? I'd be really grateful. I wish to become a most bloated and greedy cow of a woman, with a body that may put even Avenger to shame."

She's stepping towards Passionlip now, and the Alter Ego's face heats up. Medusa's words are sultry and genuine, and each step she makes shows off her toned legs, flexing with muscle.

Passionlip is very confused on how to feel about this. On one hand, this lady DID just break into her office, started calling her by her and her sisters' designation, not her NAME, and is now staring her down asking for some of her thick fucking titmilk.

She has every right to be horrified.

But something about the way Medusa's manic grin and glowing eyes flash makes her also REALLY, REALLY turned on all of a sudden.

"W-Well, i-if you wanna have some that bad, there's always the ho-"

"W-Wait, no, that's a really bad idea! I-I can't let you do that, even if you ARE the prettiest lady I've ever seen in my life! Also, my name's Passionlip!"

Confessions aside, Passionlip's words cause Medusa to halt in her tracks, eyebrow furrowing in confusion as she twitches.

"I...cannot?"

At first, she's calm. Passionlip exhales in relief. Calm is good.

Then, the anger.

"Why in Olympus not, Sakura?! Am I not worthy? Have I erred in some way?!"

Her teeth gnash in frustration as Passionlip quivers...but the Alter-Ego stands her ground. She's grown a lot since coming to Chaldea in many different ways.

Medusa's just angry. She's not making threatening movements, and her voice isn't that threatening, despite increase in volume. She's just having an outburst.

She can do this.

"I-I just can't! I don't let anyone have my milk straight from the tap, it's too much! J-Just look at the pudding formula thing everyone else gets with breakfast that makes them bloat! My milk is the main ingredient!"

And it all comes together, for those acting as observers. Passionlip is Raikou and Boudica's third conspirator in the duo's goal to fatten all of Chaldea in their own special way, though it seems that she, unlike the other two, has some semblance of...limitations.

"...Mh. I...I see. That...is reasonable. For such a thing to be only PARTLY comprised of your milk...It must be truly potent indeed. Twould be a waste to get so fat so quickly...I must show the others my superiority slowly, make them realize over time..."

She's in her own self-absorbed logic loop, of course, but Passionlip's words have halted her. She's calming down, coming down from the high that is her lust, if slightly. It's a sudden change, a violent swap, and if Passionlip had not been blessed with a face that brought Medusa's submissive nature to the front like a boomerang, it's doubtful such logic would've occurred.

But Passionlip does get her feelings on the topic. Being small in Chaldea is both a blessing and a curse.

Sure, you can maneuever easier, and you'll be granted a lot of convenient privileges the larger Servants just don't have access to at their size...but you won't feel like you belong. At least, Lip didn't when she was 'small'.

Sure, she was a weight everyone WANTED to be, but she didn't look it. They treated her with respect, but not with friendship. That's why SHE got big. So she could be useful, and have friends.

So she can empathize with Medusa, even if their reasons are different.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, in that case. I hope you will forgive me for this, Sa-"

She bites her tongue.

A-Ah...Your name is not...Sakura, yes? Passionlip, you said...please forgive me. You just looked so much like my Master that I..."

This change in personality is entire genuine. It is true feeling, and it occured at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it is this one moment that best encapsulates her insanity after all.

'Oh, I'm gonna get so fired for this...'

Passionlip's empathy overwhelms her better judgement for a split-second. She's too caring, and that face Medusa's pulling is way too much.

'Fuck it.'

"U-Um! P-Please don't say sorry! I-I think I actually CAN help...! Sort of..."

"...Eh?"

Medusa was about to turn on her heel and leave, to go find another venue in which she can gain quickly. Harassing someone with Sakura's face is a good way to give herself and the harassee a lot of uncomfortable feelings. Medusa dislikes the idea of that.

But now...Passionlip is offering something. So she stays...and she stares.

"I-I can't...give you fresh stuff from the t-tap. Full blast like that'd ruin our entire base. B-But, um...there's a unique property, to my milk...M-My...uh...fat content..."

She squirms a little, embarrassed.

"I-If the stuff goes directly to a fridge instead of a bowl or glass, and it stays there long enough to cool down...the extra-fattening effects are d-dulled a bit...O-Only problem is..."

She sighs.

"Can you move back just a f-few steps...? I need to activate something you're on top of."

"A-Ah. Yes. Certainly. Sorry."

Medusa snaps out of her titty-ogling at the request, wiping drool from her lip as her face flushes red. For some reason, the fact that Lip isn't Sakura kind of makes her more embarrassed to have been that greedy in front of her.

She takes a step back, glancing down on the floor. There doesn't SEEM to be anything there; just a normal oaken floor, beautifully pristine despite all the pressure that is applied to it daily with Lip's mere existence...

"A-Alter Ego Gamma...R-Requesting funneling hose connected to refrigeration storage...code 7929 Blossom Sunrise."

Passionlip rattles off a series of phrases, eyes closed as if concentrating, and for a moment, Medusa thinks nothing will happen.

Then the floor shifts, and Medusa's core grows hot as something rises out of it.

A feeding tube.

"N-Nh...I see...~"

She's only ever seen it used once, on a day where Sei Shonagon (Berserker) was feeling particularly lazy, and demanded her lover fill her up with 'the good stuff' (likely just cake batter)...but just recalling that memory gets her even hotter.

She knows what's about to happen. It's such a thick tube, too...There's going to be so much.

"Um...y-you can just p-put your lips over it...It's sensor-activated, so it'll start pumping whatever's in there into your tummy...I'm only allowing you to have three bottles, though, okay..?"

By her estimate, that should be enough to get Medusa...satisfied.

"O-Of course, Lady Passionlip...my everlasting thanks...Fuck...~"

She's gyrating her hips again, trying to relieve herself through the denim of her white pants...

'The pants I'll be rendering useless before long..!~'

She's soaked even more now. It's self-defeating. She can't help it.

She opens her mouth. The tube sits at mouth-level, just waiting, begging, pleading for a worthy pair of plump lips to sliiiide down it and embrace their fate.

For once, Medusa loves her fate.

She doesn't even consciously shove herself forward. It's almost like she's falling. Falling, falling, down and down...just a puppet for her inevitable victory.

Her mouth takes it in without hesitation as she sliiides onto it like it's the most delicious shaft she's tasted in her life, eyes rolling backwards as it slides into her throat. That's the lovely thing about not having a gag reflex...no interruptions.

The world around her blurs to nothingness as the grrrlggglleee and glllrrrrooopppp... of heavy, thick, creamy titcream pushing up the tube enters her ear. It's close. She can almost see it bloating the tube with sheer mass, the chilled dairy getting closer and closer to her soft lips...!~

It passes her mouth, and starts tracing down her maw to the opening halfway down her throat.

That alone makes Medusa flood.

Then?

Impact.

"NNNNNNH!~"

The dull realization that she's throwing her dignity away like this IN FRONT OF someone hardly occurs to her when the first deluge hits her throat.

It's so fucking creamy.

The chill is evident and transparent, and Medusa bucks when she feels her throat cool down. She can already feel it working, and her shirt groans as her chest swells.

"HHUNNNHHH...~"

But there's a problem with being so good at deepthroating you can deepthroat a two-inch wide feeding tube.

She can't taste it. She's feeling it deposit in her belly, bringing an end to her thin nature for good (Finally. Worthless.), but she can't taste it. She wants to taste it.

In the only moment of rational clarity she'll have for the next few hours, Medusa manages to push the tube upward with her throat muscles, far enough that she can at least taste it on the back of her tongue.

It drives her further into ecstasy.

Lip's milk is somehow both sweet and not at the same time, like a creamy glaze that goes on cinnamon rolls. She drools as it pours down her gullet, the substance flooding her stomach like it owes the stuff rent.

Its effects are instantaneous too. Her hips are swaying involuntarily at the feeling, and she thinks she may go cross-eyed. It's too good. Her hands are palmed against the floor, because if they aren't, she won't be able to stay upright.

Speaking of her hips, they continue to swell as she gulps, and they go from birthing hips worthy of a goddess to the most obscenely perfect set of love-handles one could ever witness, straining her pants already as the softness gathers and pads it all, concentrated like it only cares about ensuring the fabric suffers as cellulite forms on Medusa's fat rear.

"Mmmph...~"

"Nnghh...~"

She's eternally grateful to Passionlip.

Even though only one bottle has finished, her breasts are already double the size they were when she started. Even though only one bottle has finished, her face has softened, and a second chin has started to form beneath her first. Even though only one bottle has finished, her legs are causing tears in the fabric of her pants, exposing her new, flabby thighs to the world (or, well, to the starstruck Alter Ego bolted in place before her) like a cow's ought.

But her belly's not big enough. She wants more. Sure, it's swelling into a gut. Sure, the more and more she lets drain into her stomach from this second bottle, she feels it swell and gurgle and groan and churn, but she's not there yet.

She's so close, she feels like she just needs an inch more. She's so close to the greatest moment of her second life. She's so, so close to...to...!

PING!~

She freezes. One of the buttons on her pants, one of the things that keep it up on her hips alongside the buckle, has pinged harmlessly off Passionlip's metal claw, clattering to the ground between them.

She stares.

Lip stares.

PING!~

Another flies off, smashing into her claws and falling to earth once more.

Medusa can hear her pants creaking under her swelling gut. Can hear them yearning to snap, to give her the edge she desperately craves...She pants into the tube, attempting to gulp faster and faster so it comes sooner and sooner...

"MMmh...!"

PING! Another button. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

"MMMH!!!~"

She bucks her hips, eyes fully rolling back in her skull as she goes over the edge.

A CRRRREEEAAAAKKKKKK from her belt buckle. Followed by a GRRRNNGNNNNNNNN from her straining leather belt.

She takes a breath. She readies herself. She steadies her hands. And, when it finally, finally...

SNNNNNNNAPPPPPPPPP!~

Medusa lets go.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!~~"

The belch shatters plates in the cafeteria. She's a mile away from it and she's causing glass to EXPLODE in the dish rack. Windows aren't safe either. Anything not reinforced by magic is dust in the wake of that rippling belch, and the sound is like a fucking monstrosity's bellow no matter where you are in Chaldea.

It's a message. For all to hear.

Look. At. ME.

[heinrichsnosehair]

I have no idea how relevant The Villainess is a Marionette still is in 2024, but I just have to air out my grievances regarding the manhwa.

Below is my mini-essay and speech on why, as much as I believe Heinrich should've been the main male lead, the problems in the way the novel is written simply would make Heinrich and Cayena impossible.

Everyone, it's already obvious from my display name, but I am a big fan of Heinrich. There are so many facets of his character that, if written right, could've made him outshine even Raphael and Rezef. One of those facets lies in his character. Appearance wise, his cooler color scheme works fantastically in contrast with Cayena's warmer color palette, which in turn creates a striking imagery: that of the sun and the moon.

His character design is also arguably much more striking compared to Raphael's and Rezef's designs, simply because Raphael is modeled after the typical dark-haired male lead and Rezef after his sister.

I'd like to expand further on my point about Heinrich's character and bring the attention to his role as an antagonist within the story. He is the manipulator behind the scene, who clearly acts as he pleases, whenever he pleases. As a writer myself, I absolutely enjoy villainous characters who do villainous things for their own amusement and benefit, and that's exactly what Heinrich brings to the table. He doesn't need to be redeemed and turned into a "good guy", and that's perfectly fine with me. Like wise men once said, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it."

(I also have... some opinions regarding Cayena x Rezef, but that's a story for another post.)

By making him the main male lead, the author could've had the chance to explore an enemies-to-lovers dynamic through expanding and creating more opportunities for them to interact. The pieces are already there: Heinrich and Cayena are thematic opposites of each other (the sun and the moon) and they both have a mutual goal of becoming powerful, which they pursue through different methods that can also be used as thematic opposites (working in the light and working in the shadows). Isn't that a more interesting dynamic to explore than a relationship where Cayena (after her transmigration) doesn't even need to work for Raphael to suddenly fall in love with her?

However, even with my evident(ly huge) bias for Heinrich, making him the male lead wouldn't fix the main issue the novel suffers from - and, I would say, would make the novel even worse. He is much too one-dimensional as a character, which brings up questions that, as of season 3 of the manhwa, have not been answered yet: what is the reason why he became like this? What will he do to balance out his tendency for acting recklessly and vulgarly? Is he even a true mastermind capable of bringing forth someone's downfall, when all of his screen-time is so heavily focused on Cayena and what she's doing?

To finish, there really is just so much untapped potential in his character - and in all the characters in the manhwa, frankly. There is too much happening, and not enough nuance to each situation Cayena is placed in. So much to explore, but it's all abandoned for Cayena's romance with Raphael.

Sigh.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[childofaura]

I’ve been wondering tho and it’s gonna be different from the usual asks…

What made you really like the Fates (both Hoshido and Nohr) royals and how can the Engage royals (Firene, Brodia, Elusia and Solm) could take cues from them?

This is actually a really good question and I kind of had to mull it over (also I wanted to wait until I got to my computer lol). Because honestly some of the Engage nobles do what some of the Fates nobles did, but out of the main nobles, the only one who I felt really made an impression was Diamant (and that's just not because I was desperate for someone to simp over XD). The other nobles ended up outshining their older siblings and honestly I feel have more impact like the Fates siblings do.

But here's why I think the Fates siblings stood out more: Because they were YOUR siblings. These were all characters who had pretty strong intros: The Nohrian siblings were all shown to be close to you and each other, and you get a sense of family right off the bat. You care about them so quickly because it's pretty clear that they care about you.

So what about the Hoshidan siblings? Well, despite the fact that they've been separated from you, they ALSO had pretty strong intros that showed they never stopped thinking about you or loving you when you disappeared.

And in each path, they're very clearly prominent in the story instead of just... talking without any kind of personality influencing what's going on. I've only played Birthright and Revelations, but in the case of Revelations, it's pretty clear that the Fates siblings get to be their own characters instead of just accessories to Alear's story. Your whole goal is trying to convince them to follow you; recruiting Ryoma and Xander takes time with how stubborn the both of them are (And it's pretty clear that it takes time for them to even trust each other, let alone form a bond like they do at the end of the game), but it's pretty influential to the story and they continue to play a role in aiding you (especially when it comes to Valla and having to face Sumeragi in battle).

I think Firene and Solm are actually the weakest of the kingdoms, because it's "Save mom and move on", while Brodia and Elusia actually have the more decent development to the story: Morion is used as bait to lure you in and THAT'S what causes the reveal of Sombron, the death of Hyacinth, and the loss of all your rings. Big key points in both the Brodian brothers' story and the Elusian sisters' story, especially when Hortensia goes through that major character arc of coping with her grief and doing what's right.

So for the Engage nobles, I think if Solm and Firene actually TRULY came back to be a part of the plot, maybe we'd get to see more decent characterization from Timerra and Alfred (and even more lore added to the already nicely developed Celine and Fogado). Diamant's already in a good position with how important getting Morion back is to the story, though Ivy could use a little more... something. Maybe more distrust of the other royals would be good for her character, since Elusia is constantly invaded by Brodia. Make her cold with the other royals and constantly disagreeing with everything they say, so that she has to work towards trusting others.

[miss0atae]

Today is the first episode of Last Twilight !

I have to admit I wasn't really interested in the series at first. I have nothing against Jimmy Sea as a pairing but I wasn't really into Vice Versa. I watched it and thought it was okay. They are indeed charming but I don't know... I was expecting nothing. I just decided to give the series a chance after I watched the trailer which dropped recently. It made me curious to see what would happen. So here I am.

This first episode introduces us to the main characters. We start with Mhok (I found so many ways of writing his name so I chose the YouTube version as the right one) , a mechanic who lost his big sister in an accident, used to keep bad company, is poor and in need of a job. He also went to prison for six months so we could say he got a criminal record. He is brash but quick wits too. He made me think of Will Hunting.

The other main character, Day played by Sea is a former national athlete in badminton with partial blindness. He is sassy and life has gotten a bit more complicated for him since his "accident". He needs to have a caregiver and obviously this is the reason which leads to the meeting of both the main characters.

Of course, we also meet with Day and Night's Mom, but also Mhok's ex-girlfriend. In flashbacks we also see Mhok's sister, Rung.

There are two things I really liked in this episode. Firstly, the scene when Mhok chose one book to read and of course it was The Little Prince (Le petit prince). It is such an iconic book and he read the part when The Little Prince met for the Fox for the first time. It fits well because of the meaning behind it. It's about building relationships and love. A metaphor for what is going to happen between Day and Mhok

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

Secondly, I really like the siblings' dynamic between Day and Night played by Mark. I'm sure it's not a coincidence if they have these names. Apparently their relationship is not that great. Day was the famous brother and Night was outshined by him (I felt like it even if it wasn't really said out loud). Now that Day is with partial blindness Night has to take care of his brother. There is a bitterness between these two and I can't wait to see the impact it could have on the story. I really like it. Despite their fight in the car, I believe that Night likes his brother. I hope we'll see more about them.

It was a very interesting first episode and I really want to see what is going to happen in the next episode. Last Twilight first episode kicked off well. We'll see how they will navigate the visual disability and the love story between Mhok and Day.

[kelpieice]

Moral Scapegoat

I think this makes sense. A moral scapegoat is created to try to make a character who is a jerk/creep/b**ch, look good.

Another reason I hate girl boss Wendy 2023. She is a horrible adaptation of Wendy but I guess because Hook came in to the picture she is a hero?? She is still unlikeable who tossed her brothers under the bus because in this adaptation, Wendy is too immature to take responsibility. 😒 Horrible big sister she is.

IMO, she is copying Wendy 2003. The only difference is that 2003 didn't toss parts of who Wendy is out a window. She is still a tough girl who can swing a sword. But I don't think she would be too proud to admit Peter Pan taught her how to swing a sword. ⚔️

Peter and Wendy are supposed to be close to each other. So they should show them both equally not one outshined the other. They both have strength and weaknesses but together they are a cannon, good team.