#-and the other is kind and polite but has a dark streak. but both of them have the same purpose: minion has looking out for megamind and-

[sclepurpose]

i havent done much on her blog or rlly talked abt her here yet since i rebooted her in '21 but solis and minion have one of my favorite dynamics out of any of my ships and i need to write them more i love them so much-

[worldwide-simp]

hello! do u still do request can i ask if u can do yan!scp073 x scp!reader

for some details:

the reader is a safe class cause she doesn't want to hurt people and see them in pain she has healing powers as she usually heals staff or gurads who are injured and she is a total sweetheart!

what will happen if they meet? (u can add any plots and things u wanna add)

*thanks if u are uncomfortable u can decline*!

Ooo I’ve finally got an ask! Sorry, I’m quite late with this. Hope short scenarios will be okay!

consumed by jealousy once again.

Yandere Scp073 x fem reader

Warnings: obsession, implied stalking, corruption, pessimistic thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, jealousy

*not proofread, please do notify me if I have missed out a warning, might add some things after posting

How did you both first meet? “…”

• Cain is quite the desirable lad. He’s polite, well-mannered and crosses his legs when seated. Time has carved wisdom into the cadavers of his body; he speaks with many words he’s memorized from dictionaries and occasionally mixes up phrases from different languages.

• When you first met Cain, your sweet and kind nature allured him. He became.. curious, so to speak. Strangely obsessed with admiring you while you’d work with people. Becoming a tad bit jealous when your attention wasn't fixated upon himself. He wouldn't let these thoughts come to light. Not now anyways.

•Always, Cain offered a helping hand. Did you need any assistance carrying that heavy bag? Or perhaps you wanted a glass of water? You could always see him at your service, watching your skilled hands heal others with a passion.

How much time did it take?

“…”

• It had taken him a few months to develop feelings. Cain first believed it was a wonder, why hadn't you excluded him from your table where you would sit? Did you not find his voice uncanny?

•He had only adored you even more after that.

• He had once asked what your occupation in the foundation was, what the foundation declared your function as a cog in one of their elaborate machines. This was the depressing reality. Cain had learned not to question it. They had stuffed his mind full of knowledge to the point he swore it snapped at times, piece by piece.

• Although he had his own mental burdens, Cain would never place them upon you. Endearing innocent soul, let him kiss you to death.

Does his emotions remind him of any past experiences?

“…”

• Cain loathes the feeling of jealousy consuming his heart, it reminded him of a very dark time. Where he had slaughtered his brother out of the same envy he experiences now, just desiring to be injured in any shape or form so he could feel your fingers blessing his cold, still-beating heart and not some guard or doctor undeserving of your touch.

• A rational part of his mind was disgusted at his concerning thoughts. He justified it with a wild vigour.

How would he show his undying love?

“…”

• Sometimes you’d find plastic flowers tucked away in various places, they were always crimson-coloured Morning Glorys and Black roses with sloppy red paint in the shape of a heart. You had giggled and suspected Cain. Though you had never confirmed your thoughts with the man himself. Darling, Sweetheart Cain. Made of sugar and liquorice.

• Every time you discovered your bouquet of flowers, you noticed the hearts had been painted less messily and with more ease, the streaks of red paint precise and pristine.

• Cain felt awkward at the thought of confessing his ever-growing feelings for you. He would only admire you. How your face looked when you smiled, how you rambled about Josie the half-cat’s fluffy pelt and the most adored feature of yours, the way you’d praise him when he did a good job.

•Don’t ever let yourself think he’s going to let such a precious flower like you wilt in his needy grasp.

[bythepen98]

Doodles || Tomarry || Childhood friends/Growing Up Together au

(Ignore the not-so-time-period-accurate outfits)

Think of this as a timetravel au where Harry accidentally gets sent back to the past in Wool's orphanage at a young enough age where he barely notices the changes caused by the time displacement and thus grows up nonethewiser to his destiny as the Chosen One. Even when, objectively, his life at the orphanage could be considered worse considering the growing lack of food, his environment's state of decay and overall unrest happening outside the orphanage's walls, something about his situation felt right(?).

He'd always felt disconnected and out of place based on the few memories he still had from living with the Dursleys but now, it felt like he was home in a way. Like something finally clicked in his brain, his soul.

His instant connection to Tom helped cement that fact. It wasn't easy at first because the pull they felt when they first met was so strong that it scared Harry shtless and Tom, already half-full of resentment by this point, was horrified feeling anything to anyone that wasn't disgust. In the end, it didn't take long for them to meet halfway since they were still children and curiosity at the connection lured them in like candy; Harry wanted a special friend of his own and Tom convinced himself that Harry was worth his time because there was no way anyone ordinary could elicit such a soul deep response from him.

Tom has a mean streak and is more bloodthirsty than his charming facade would show but is honest about it with Harry. Although he doesn't have much to his name, Tom is serious about his self-imposed role as Harry's provider, giving him gifts (from the money he steals) during his birthdays and keeping him as warm and well fed as possible (by bullying the other kids into surrendering their share).

Sometimes, Tom....worries.....that his methods would eventually drive Harry - who has such an inherent goodness in him, so often kind to people who don't deserve it - away but what he fails to understand is that Harry's love and loyalty to the first friend he's ever made trumps any kindness he has for others. He'll never like needless violence and won't react if he was being targeted but all bets are off if he even a catches a whiff of plots against Tom. If he has to help hide a body or two in the future so that they won't be separated by something as inconvenient as jail or the law, then that's nobody's business but his own.

P.S. This Harry will probably go to Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin like in other fics. It just feels right. Probably should've drawn him wearing a yellow tie but only just got the idea as I'm typing this. Tom would rather eat slugs than go to the Hufflepuff common room but he's more than willing to entertain Harry at the Slytherin common room at every available chance. They have their own seat there and everything.

P.P.S. They also co adopt a tiny(??) baby snake when they realize they can both speak parseltongue and bring him along to hogwarts. Imagine being parents at the big old age of 10 to a possibly magical snake that may or may not grow past nagini-level size.

P.P.P.S. Future power couple in the making. Didn't think that far ahead whether I wanted Tom to go the political route or Dark Lord Voldemort style minus the horcruxes. Don't ask for me the details, just know that with Harry's help, Tom finds a way to prolong their lives without the consequences that come with using horcruxes. They may or may not discover that Harry is in fact a horcrux of Tom already but will never get the answer as to how it happened. Harry worries but Tom just chocks it up as the universe's way of paying him back for his shtty pre-Harry childhood. Ironically the type to believe in soulmates and destiny while Harry is a bit more skeptical on that front.

Alternatively, they could also decide not to do anything too significant -politically- at all and instead retire to the country side while doing research on as many branches of magic as they can. A bit laughable because of Tom's world altering ambitions and Harry's indulgent, enabling behavior but at the same time, anything's possible.

[susiekern]

16. the one with the boys

a/n: after two important chapters, I present to you: this fucking thing

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.096

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“Are they mad about it?”

“Nah, Toge almost cried about me getting a girl faster than him, but Yuta and Cho are actually pretty chill about it. They know it’s serious and all.”

“Shit, it’s so weird when you say it’s serious.”

Megumi’s eyes move towards you, giving you the meanest side eye in history. You’re on your way to one of the bars, so you can meet the rest of the Fallen, or more like just Megumi’s friends. It’s been a few days since you officially started dating, the right way this time, and it was his idea, believe it or not. The three of them are the closest people in his life, besides you and Yuji, and he wanted you all to meet and get along. You know Yuta, obviously, but you’ve only heard stories about Toge and Choso.

“I’m kind of nervous. What if they don’t like me?” Saying that, you furrow your brows. Megumi sighs and squeezes your hand tighter in his own.

“I couldn’t care less. Besides, Yuta already likes you, Choso is as chill as it gets, and Toge’s been following you on Twitch for the past few months. But don’t tell him you know that; he wanted to act all cool around you or something.” He says with a smirk. “And I’m not with you to show you off, they could hate you, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

Your smile is back on as you get on your toes to peck his lips. Before you pull back, one of his hands is on your neck, keeping you close and deepening the kiss.

“We’ll be late, Megs.” You laugh quietly, but that doesn’t keep the black-haired man away from you.

“They’re constantly late for rehearsals, I don’t care.” He murmurs, relishing your taste for a few more seconds. When he finally lets you go, your cheeks are blushed, and you have that glint in your eyes he loves so much. “If you hate them, you can just talk to Yuji or tell me, we’ll go home and watch that weird show of yours.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

He opens the door for you, following close by as you enter the bar. It’s the middle of the week, so it’s relatively empty, which makes it much easier to find a booth occupied by the boys. The sight of Yuji’s pink strands soothes your nerves a little. He’s talking with Yuta and a black-haired man with a dark streak running through his nose bridge who must be Choso. There’s also Toge, you assumed, his white hair making him stand out from the group. He’s also the only one who’s not dressed in dark colors, with the pink t-shirt (that’s weirdly almost the same color as Yuji’s hair) and light jeans on. His focus is on his phone, tapping fast on it, until he notices you two coming their way.

“Gumi! Finally, I can’t deal with another minute of their boring shit.” Toge puts his phone down on the table and gets up to greet Megumi with a typical manly handshake and back pats. His brown eyes then land on you, and he smiles. “And you must be y/n?”

“Be nice, Toge. She doesn’t know how weird you are yet.” A much taller figure appears behind him, the man you recognized as Choso, based on Megumi’s stories.

“You don’t need to spoil it for her then, gosh. Give a man a chance.” Toge sighs and moves a little, so Megumi and Choso can greet each other. “The tall emo is Choso, I’m Toge, as you probably know already.”

“Nice to meet you both. Y/n y/l.” You offer them a smile and a polite head nod. Before you can say another word, there are warm arms wrapping around you, as Yuji almost jumps your way.

“Finally, a crossover episode.” He grins, squeezing your body and pulling you to the leather couch, where you quickly greet Yuta. Thankfully, without any awkwardness. You haven’t seen each other since your little date, only exchanged polite texts where you thanked him for the evening, not expecting that the next time you’ll meet will be like that. With you, meeting your boyfriend’s friends. The universe has a weird sense of humor, you have to admit.

“I’ll do that, and you all will see. It’s a new way.” The evening is going great; it turns out they’re all as welcoming as you could ever ask for, and it’s not long before the conversations are flowing naturally.

They share a few funny stories about Megumi, asking you how you’ve met Yuji in exchange; Toge admitted to following you, to which Choso reminded him about the time he called you a “twitch baddie” in their group chat. You’re really enjoying this. Megumi is by your side all the time, keeping a hand on your thigh or at the small of your back, smiling almost constantly. It eased his mind to see you getting along with his friends, something he was anxious about, even if he’d never admit it. He doesn’t keep a lot of people close to himself, so the sight of you joking around with his support group warms his heart in a way.

“Toge, I guarantee saying random food items won’t make you popular among the girls.” Yuji is shaking his head, barely keeping the laugh in. For the past few minutes, Toge explained his brilliant plan to the whole group, and you weren’t sure if you should laugh or cry.

“It works for him!” The white-haired man says offended, brows furrowed as he looks around, looking for any support but meeting none.

“It’s a guy from an anime. He has a magic tongue, and you think it’s about saying salmon all the time?” Megumi lifts one brow before taking a sip of his drink.

“First of all, he’s a cursed speech user, he doesn’t have a magic tongue. And second, I even look like him!”

“When was the last time you looked in the mirror?” It was Choso’s time to stick a pin in. “If you look like him, then I look like the blood guy you talked about yesterday.”

“Yeah, I’m with Cho on this one, you don’t look nearly similar.” Yuji nods, eyeing his friend up and down.

“Just admit you all hate me.”

“Easy. But when did we start playing truth or dare?” You almost choke hearing Megumi’s words.

“Shit, and you say Nobara’s rude.” He rolls his eyes as you murmur, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“She is. You just don’t notice it anymore.”

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[mxtantrights]

Omg, girl!! Im the one who requested the "enemies" to lovers with Jason Todd one, and GIRL. I loved it. Was better than i was expecting. Please, write part two!( kiss scene? Hehe)Or a whole Bible if you want. Honestly, i only said a "quick" one because i was trying to be polite, didn't want to push or anything lol.

Anyway, thank you for writing my request!!

thank you soo much!! <333 this is a second parter to this post, but it can be read as a stand alone. hope you enjoy it as much as I liked continuing it!!

The kiss happens in two parts. Not to say that you can carefully dissect it into two parts, but that the kiss almost happens once and then it finally does, kind of.

Once when the two of you are on mission. In a slimy dive bar in some redacted location. You've been following your mark all day and ended up here. He's slinging back cheap shots of an off brand liquor as you and Red watch from the roof of the place.

He's been followed all day and hasn't made you once, which is a good thing. Or a bad thing. So you and Red decide to switch it up. There was no need to drag it out any longer. You could confront him and get the info you needed.

That was the plan.

Until the two of you were about to corner your mark. You were waiting on the street and Red was on the other side of it. It was going well until all of a sudden he met up with a familiar face. Falcone. Red pulled off his side of the street quickly and met up with you.

He doesn't say much. He doesn't say anything at all as he takes your arm and drags you around the wall of a store. You have half the mind to question him but you don't. Until he starts taking off the bottom part of his mask.

You try to stop him, but he crowds into your space. He whispers a very clear apology for being too close to you. And then he explains that him being here, would be a dead give away to Falcone. He might blow up whatever plans he has.

Both of you can hear them walking your way. And the only thing you can think of is apologizing to Red before fitting his fcae right into your neck. In the darkness of the night no one can really see his helmet. Or both of your suits.

They walk by without any second thought to the two of you. And you wait about five seconds before telling Red he was okay to pick his head up from your neck.

The drive to he motel was awkward to say the least.

The second time is when you're in the middle of changing in said motel. It's the last night of the mission. You're just about ready to go home to your comfortable bed and front door that has more than one lock.

Red is in a room on this floor. But the two of you haven't run into each other outside of your masks. It's weird. Like weird as in, it probably should have happened by now, but it hasn't. You think to yourself maybe the universe isn't ready to answer that question yet.

With a towel wrapped around your body you're about to start changing into your sleep wear when you hear something odd. A pop coming from outside. Then another one.

You grab your firearm and go over to the door. You look through the peep hole and see nothing. But you know you heard something. So you open the door , just to peek your head out. And at the right time too.

All of a sudden you see a tall man, white streak of hair, coming your way. He's wearing sweatpants and a black muscle tee. Once he makes eye contact with you, he starts running your way. You don't have time to close the door before he's standing in your face begging you to kiss him.

He's out a breath, and he's practically begging at this point. You're not about to kiss a random man. But when you hear the following footsteps you know he is in danger.

So you agree. And this guy apologizes to you in advance as he leans you against your door and cradles the back of your head with his hand. You almost sort of melt into the kiss. Just for a second. only for a second actually.

Because you realize, the way this man just apologized for what he was about to do, is the same way Red apologized to you the other night. And your brain feels like it's on fire because you realize this isn't some random man. This is Red.

This is Red and you know what he looks like. And he definitely knows it you because your'e the same person he saved in the alleyway in Gotham. Coincidences like that don't happen. Especially when you kind of hinted at it with the first word you said to him as a civilian.

🏷️ @12134z03

[jessilynallendilla]

SHAZAM/CAPTAIN MARVEL FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

let me know if the links aren't working and feel free to suggest any

We Have Nothing To Fear Except Ourselves  T 1,773 SERIES 

"Superboy will be staying at Mount Justice for now," Bruce says. He doesn't look at Clark as he says it. Clark doesn't look at him either. 

". . . Mount Justice is a cave," Captain Marvel says, clearly even more bewildered. "And Superboy is solar-powered. Isn't that kind of . . . I don't know . . . mean?" 

"'Mean'?" Clark repeats in disbelief before he can think better of it. 

Captain Marvel And The Shadow Demon  G 952 SERIES 

He floated down, knelt on the ground and extended the back of his hand toward the creature. The creature cautiously padded out of Superman’s shadow toward him and sniffed his hand, before rubbing it’s head affectionately against it.  “Heh… you aren’t nearly as scary as everyone makes you out to be.”  “Mrrrrp” the creature replied, still head butting his hand 

Super Reporters AU: That One Time A Half-Kryptonian Visited Fawcett City  G 8,185 SERIES 

Clark and Lois had a predicament, on one hand, Clark had some League Business offworld. On the other hand, Lois had to go undercover for a scoop on an underground crime ring, both can’t take care of 5 year old Jon, luckily for Clark, his honorary little brother, Billy is willing to accompany him in the peculiar Fawcett city. 

Super Reporter Billy Batson  G 19,114 SERIES 

Little Billy Batson has just been transformed into a grown man - the superhero Captain Marvel. Thrown into a crazy new world of super heroics, the little boy embraces his new life and the responsibilities that come with it. 

STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE.  G 2,376 

There is something about Shazam that Clark really doesn't get, until he does 

A Christmas Peril  M 

The ghosts of Christmas past present and future have fallen upon the Wayne household when three mentally and physically abused children come to stay. Its horrible enough that Jon has been isolated due to the destructive capabilities of his powers. Or that Billy has been left orphaned and homeless. But when Batman learns what Talia has been putting his son through. It might just push him over the edge. This leads to an overly publicised custody battle between Gotham's billionaire playboy and the wealthy religious socialite with a cult following and an assassination hobby. 

The Outsider  T 

Damian’s mission was simple. A routine drug bust that just happened to take place in Fawcett. Easy stuff. But while there, he runs into a kid with a heroic streak and a look that’s a bit too familiar. That meeting ends up changing his entire life. 

As Atlas Holds The World On His Shoulders  T 22,016 SERIES 

Billy was doing fine. Not great, but fine. He definitely didn’t need some billionaire from Gotham City of all places to throw at least 13 wrenches in his plan 

The Butler's Apprentice  T  

Billy Batson, fiercely independent and a homeless part-time superhero, finds himself in the streets of Gotham with no money, no food, and no voice. Unable to transform into Captain Marvel (Shazam), he gains unexpected help in the form of a polite and respectable butler. 

The One With The Bat's Son  T 3,405 

“Batman has seven kids.”  Wally blinked. “You’re shitting me.”  “Not even a little, I just overheard him and Supes talking.”  “Oh my god,” he breathed, staring at Hal incredulously. “You don’t think -?”  Hal nodded, slowly and seriously. “Batman could be Captain Marvel’s dad.” 

The Time Lost In Between  T 34,780 SERIES 

Everyone knows Batman knows everything about everyone, no matter how secretive they might be. What everyone doesn't know is that the Dark Knight knows nothing about Captain Marvel, no matter what he does to try to. And now, he thinks he might just have a lead, a lead that would finally let him tear apart the puzzle that's troubled him for so long. The only complication? Captain Marvel is wearing a dead man's face. 

Billy Accidentally Gets Kidnapped  NR 3,794 

Bruce needs some sleep, all the black haired blue eyed kids are starting to look the same to him. Billy just wants to do his job. In other words, I love the idea of Bruce accidentally kidnapping Billy, it happens in my other story too 

A Natural Progression  NR 92,427 SERIES 

Billy's in a bad place. Consistently on the run from bullies and the like, unable to eat or find a stable place to sleep for more than a week Sure, he's Captain Marvel, but he'd never use his powers for his own gain. Thankfully, Alfred Pennyworth comes to the rescue. 

Billy Batson And The Troubles Of Work-Life Balance  T SERIES 

No one in the League could rightly say they knew exactly who, or what, Captain Marvel was. Billy Batson did not have any plans on changing that status. Maybe he should stop feeding into the rumor mill, then. 

Captain Marvel's Adopted?  T 8,504 

When Captain Marvel sends out a distress call, the only League member available is Batman. Bruce comes to his aid, but he finds out that Billy is a 10-year-old homeless orphan with black hair and blue eyes. Obviously, he makes the only logical decision and adopts Billy. Because it's Bruce—who's allergic to revealing life-changing information—the League is left in the dark. 

From The Shadows  T 88,074 

All Billy Batson wanted was to survive a particularly rough week living on the streets of Fawcett City. The last thing he was looking for was a new family. All Bruce Wayne wanted was to learn a bit more about his upbeat teammate under the guise of official Wayne Enterprises business. But he could never turn his back on a child in need. Especially one as surrounded by mystery as Billy. OR Billy gets adopted by the Batfamily while trying to deal with a strong magical enemy. 

The Marvelous Adventures Of The SuperBat Family  T 

Batman's suspicions that Captain Marvel is autistic snowball out of control and before he knows it he's playing father figure to an impressionable homeless kid along with Superman. There's nothing wrong with panicking and accidentally taking care of another kid, right? Now if they could just figure out why everyone seems to think that they're dating then they should have everything figured out. Right? 

Of Gods And Bats  T 

After Billy Batson gets attacked by something he doesn't understand, he decides to call Batman to help him find the source of the attacks. Little does he know, this sets up a series of events that will change his life forever. Billy has always been an orphan and has learned to take care of himself – but can he learn to accept help from others and really let someone know him? 

Like Going Through Hell On A Sunday  M 54,568 

Jason Todd has to bring Damian to Gotham for his protection, meets Billy along the way and just doesn't know how he's supposed to keep these kids safe while dealing with his trauma (aka killing that damn clown) 

Billy Batson And The Phantom  T 

When a video goes viral of a teenager, who looks strikingly like the superhero known as Captain Marvel, having lightning powers and fighting shadowy enemies, it results in a lot of rumors, theories, and worst of all, conspiracies, that the teen might be the Captain's illegitimate or secret son. Billy Batson, the person underneath the Captain Marvel transformation and a teenager at the tender age of fourteen-years-old knows there is literally no way that this teenager could be his child. Nonetheless, Superman encourages Captain Marvel to help aide in the search for the teenager in order to find out the true happenings of that night in the woods. Billy goes along with it, fearing that if he pushes too hard, he might reveal his secret identity and most of all, his true age, to the Justice League. Besides, how hard could it be to find one teenager? Billy really should have taken his own experiences to heart because as it turns it, the answer to that question is: very hard. 

Who's Old Now?  T 36017 

what happens when a twelve year old masquerading as an adult superhero calls his guardian, an adult who can also turn into a child superhero, on speaker phone, in front of the Justice League. 

[s1l]

Venus and Spelldon friendship headcannons because wdym the two punk monsters haven't had canon interactions??

- Venus was the one who helped Spelldon put the pink/purple streaks in his hair. She used the same pink hair dye as hers so she has pretty good experience with it. However, she didn't know how to properly dye dark hair and forgot to bleach it so that's why one of them is purple. However, the other is pink because they went out and got bleach. She offered to fix the purple but Spelldon decided that it looked a lot cooler that way. Venus still kind of feels like he was just being nice and feels bad about it, but Spelldon has never felt cooler.

- Spelldon is the type of punk to use a lot of spikes on his clothing. A lot of the time it's for fashion, but sometimes it's because he wears his beliefs as patches and the spikes make it harder for someone to jump him from behind. (Pro tip to people who do similar stuff, if you're going to wear political stuff then please wear spikes. It's better not to put your beliefs out in the open though because you're likely to get attacked. Spikes are just a precaution.) Anyways, he ended up designing something for Venus. They were spikes that went on the shoulders of a leather jacket but they were long and curved so it looked like a Venus Flytrap's teeth.

- One time when getting flowers for Valentine, Spelldon went straight to Venus. Naturally, who wouldn't go to the ghoul who knows everything there is to know about plants? They talked for a while about the most meaningful flowers and what they represent. In the end they went to the greenhouse and Venus gave him the most gorgeous and pink flower to gift to his boyfriend.

- sometimes they both go to protest together, and let me tell you, they're going to be heard one way or another. When it's an organized/planned protest, they'll spend the previous day decking out their signs. Glitter, pop-out details, huge bold letters, everything you can name. They're also always bringing a bunch of water, snacks, blankets, and everything for the other protesters.

- they're each other's gay best friend frfr

- Spelldon accidentally set a rare tree on fire when he was playing with a lighter he found. He and Venus didn't talk for a month after that...

- I think it'd be great for Spelldon to have a punk bestie because his emo boyfriend has an emo bestie. Everyone needs a lil help with their makeup and fashion every now and then </3

- Spelldon makes little hats and scarves for the plants in the greenhouse.

- Venus let Spelldon play music in the greenhouse but warned him to keep it quiet. Within seconds, it was so loud that the entire building was shaking. Turns out that Spelldon always plays his music so loudly that he lost a good portion of his hearing and can't tell when something is loud. It's safe to say that Venus was in charge of the music ever since.

- Spelldon stays near Venus when they're in nature because he has a fear of worms. Venus thinks they're adorable though and teases him about it constantly.

Note: not proofread 💔

[viric-dreams]

Born in a Welsh mining town to a working class family, Euros was determined to escape the life set before him and to scrabble up the societal ranks, however possible. He had no desire to spend his life underground.

As soon as he was able, he ran away to London to try to make a new life for himself. London, however, was less than kind to a boy from the valleys, with a strange lilt to his imperfect English. He spent his nights in pubs near the harbour, listening in and imitating the sailors occupying them. At the age of thirteen, he signed on with the Royal Navy, listing his name as Elias Roberts and gaining the rank of cabin boy. He grew particularly fond of the officer he served, one of the first to treat him like the other English boys. Elias decided that he would follow this officer to the ends of the earth, should he be asked.

And then London fell.

Elias’ devotion never wavered. Not even when his officer split from the Admiralty, renaming himself The Commodore. Elias sailed with him to their new port of call, the Grand Geode, and dutifully helped to build the Dawn Machine, embracing the New Sequence.

Decades passed in the Neath. Then one day, the Commodore called him into his office. He had a task for Lieutenant Roberts: He should sail to London and infiltrate a group of revolutionaries trying to bring about the Liberation of Night. With the group’s name and his alias scrawled onto a piece of paper, he took to zee.

London, however, had changed much since his departure decades before. Its denizens were not the cheerful, smiling sort he was used to back at his port of call. It wasn’t long before Elias found himself set upon by a group of criminals, intent on robbery. In the scuffle, however, his dark glasses broke, revealing his dazzling golden eyes. The next thing he knew he had a bag over his head.

He woke up bound in a Benthic basement laboratory, half a dozen scientists watching him intently. He was a Sequencer, they said, clearly controlled by a master he was forced to serve against his will. But they had a cure—one that would free him from his slavish dedication to the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the s—

Nicholas Nite came to in an alley in Ladybones Road with nothing but a scrap of paper with what he presumed was his name, and an address.

Nicholas followed the address to what turned out to be the meeting place of a group of anarchists. These revolutionaries, he’d learned, were set on the Liberation of Night. Enraptured by their words, Nicholas devoted himself to the cause. At the recommendation of one of his newfound colleagues, he found an inn for the night and settled down to his new role.

Elias woke up with no memory of why he was in London.

There is no set time or indication of what might bring about the change. Usually Elias/Nicholas will feel poorly, and have to excuse himself. Neither man is aware of the other’s identity or activities.

Whilst they both share a deep devotion for the cause in which they believe, Nicholas is more likely to look outside of the box or to bend the rules to achieve his goals. He is unconcerned with decorum. Whereas Elias initially appears far more cheerful and therefore approachable, Nicholas is by far the politer of the two, more likely to kindly talk his way through a solution, rather than Sequence-sanctioned force. And whereas Elias is perfectly content to stand in the proverbial shadow of the Dawn Machine, Nicholas has a bit of a showmanship streak, at least to his fellow revolutionaries.

Bonus:

Nicholas spent several months haunted by mysterious words lurking in the back of his mind. The word he was seeking would be lost, suddenly replaced by foreign consonants. He eventually went to his fellow anarchists with this information, concerned that between this and all of his missing time, that the Correspondence had somehow infected him and that he was losing his mind. Instead, one of his associates simply laughed. “Fy mrawd yng Nghrist, siwd wyt ti ddim yn gwybod bo ti’n Gymro?”

[jestersdlc]

:0 ? Pink’s breaking point?

Indeed do! ^_^

But blog Pink is forever safe from any plans of breaking em in the main timeline, I'd feel bad if I did (I have a biased favorite slendy bean)

Doesn't mean I can't plot the what if's required to achieve such a goal and say it's HAS indeed happened in an alt timeline/universe/etc for funsies

And I shall share so now!

Ramble under cut

Warnings that apply, reader discretion is advised: Death, violence, murder, mayhaps mind break...? Grief and apocalypse.

Okey doki loki!

For ease of reading blog Pink, main timeline bean and anything specific to eir timeline and lore will be addressed as Delta or the Delta timeline

And the other Pink and Pink's timpine where ey break will be Zeta or the Zeta timeline.

And using just Pink means applies on general and isn't specific to either version.

Certain things line up for both timlines, since Pink would break LATER and not in earlier points (so future point past the Delta timelines present time.)

So for both Delta and Zeta here's some past info important for this ramble.

Pink was ALWAYS supposed to be a passive slenderfolk. A carnivore and by technical definition hunter from what eir traits align to yes, but never always passive.

Lawful good, passive, harmless and friendly folk.

Of course, this changed around....100ish years ago. Because of REDACTED. Cracks were made, set into motion just as planned.

To break that passive streak, break the kindness even just a little. Because when is a slenderfolk ever truly passive to the core?

Little things set in motion, changes to who ey once were and are today, passive at heart but willing to bite back when needed.

A true hunter with cracks in eir kindness and lawful morality, a touch of gray to the goodness once inside. Of course for Delta this hasn't amounted to much.

Delta will hunt, will kill. Ey rather not, only ever as a last resort or to protect those they hold dear.

Politely to say Delta grew a backbone and a small penchant to give in to violence when the need should arise. A touch of gray to their morals, cracks to their being, MORALLY QUESTIONABLE PARTNERS. (.....that probably also applies to some of eir friends, a touch of gray morality, as when are things truly black and white)

A small bit of darkness within a being of passive kindness. Delta will never be who they once were, ey've changed. Delta can be pushed around, cracks can be made.

Ey can be pushed to breakdown, but ey will always heal from it, always changing but that passive kindness, those around em to support them and to protect.

Delta will never truly break and give in, ey are safe from such a cruel fate.

'Evil' Pink is a far nicer, tamer version then what Pink ever would become if things came far enough to push Pink to that outcome.....which would be much, much worse.

[contreparry]

hello! happy DADWC day! how about: a years old scar

I had some thoughts and feelings about Kieran and imagined what he might be up to during Veilguard, so here’s some indulgent Kieran hanging out with his “Uncle” Surana and Uncle Zevran for @dadrunkwriting

It was an old wound, long scarred over, but his heart twinged whenever he glanced at Kieran.

No one could mistake the resemblance, even if Kieran was only half-elvhen. That was his chin on that face and his slouch. The shoulder length dark hair could be his or Morrigan’s, though Bran’s was now streaked with strands of silver. Even Kieran’s lanky frame was akin to his own. Bran Surana looked at his son and saw a reflection of himself as a teenager, right down to the way they both spurned conversation for the company of books.

Kieran was far sweeter tempered than he ever was, even if he was currently sulking. Bran couldn’t blame him for his foul mood. If he spent his life traveling across Thedas with his mother only to be told that it was too dangerous to stay at her side now, Bran would have set fires and made multiple escape attempts to rejoin her. Kieran, by contrast, bore Morrigan’s decision with ill-tempered grace and stayed in Amaranthine, haunting the library whenever he was able. Zevran managed to coax him into sharing his thoughts over dinner yesterday, if only for a moment.

“Mother is wise. She has her reasons,” Kieran said flatly. “May I be excused, Uncle Zevran? Uncle Surana?”

Uncle Surana. Kieran had drawn lines in the sand regarding their relationship, and Bran would not overstep. He was polite, Bran had to give him that. Morrigan taught Kieran manners. She taught him everything. Hence the scarred over wound that felt like it was cracking apart whenever Bran looked at Kieran. His son. His son! He knew the cost of Morrigan’s wild plan when he agreed to it all those years ago. He knew. He wanted to live, wanted all of his friends to live after everything they had been through. He couldn’t shove this task onto Alistair, couldn’t put him through it, so he-

Zevran was the one who handled that situation with the most diplomacy. He wasn’t happy, but it was, as he said, better than the alternatives. When it was over and Morrigan vanished into the wilds (as was her habit), they did what they could to recover. Rebuild. Move on.

When reports of a strange Mage woman with frightening golden eyes and a sharp tongue trickled into Amaranthine, Bran was relieved to know Morrigan lived. They were friends once- still friends, by Bran’s standards. They understood each other, he and Morrigan, abandoned children who forced themselves to be as cold and hard as the world around them. But when he heard that this Mage traveled with a baby, a toddler, a child- that was when the great stone walls he built around his heart cracked a little. A child. His child.

Bran didn’t think he’d care to have a child until he realized Morrigan’s plan was successful and there was one running about. Then his curiosity was piqued, and it grew to a monstrous size. Curiosity, longing, sorrow intermingled in his heart whenever he caught wind of Morrigan’s movements. Her own mother had not been kind to her. Morrigan feared being like her, feared that all she did would prove to be a reflection of her mother, feared that she would walk the same path. But whenever Bran looked at Kieran- thoughtful, quiet, gentle, kind-hearted Kieran- pride swelled up within him.

You did well by him, Morrigan.

This thought was quickly followed by a rush of shame: If only I could have helped.

“Kieran, have you ever played Wicked Grace?” Zevran asked suddenly as he climbed through a window into the library alcove where Kieran was lounging and brooding. Kieran nearly jumped off of the chaise lounge in fright, but Bran was long used to Zevran’s entrances and exits. He warned Zevran that they were not young anymore, but Zevran laughed at him in return. His lovely face was lined with wrinkles and his golden hair flecked with silver. Yet Zevran moved gracefully, years of practice engrained in his muscles, his bones, and he would not give up his alternative methods of scaling and entering buildings.

“A little, Uncle Zevran,” Kieran said automatically, because he was polite even when he was upset, and Bran was- he was proud. A few weeks of looking after this boy- nearly a man, nearly as old as he was when he was dragged into the terrible role of saving his homeland- and Bran found that he was well on his way to treasuring the boy as a son. Not because of their shared blood, but because he was Kieran and worthy of love all on his own.

“Very good. I’m going to teach you how to cheat,” Zevran announced. “You like numbers, you’ll enjoy this.”

“Zevran, my love, Morrigan will kill you when she learns of this,” Bran sighed, and he scanned over the letter in his hands. Another order from Weisshaupt demanding reinforcements, as if he had not already sent all who could be spared. Someone had to hold Amaranthine, and a new form of Blight was spreading with concerning rapidity. Morrigan knew something of this, of course, and had sent a message of her own, but it was not enough to ease his mind. If only he had the time to spare to return to his lab and study some specimens himself- Ah, but back to matters at hand. Kieran set his book aside, carefully placing the ribbon bookmark between the pages before putting the book on the coffee table atop a stack of more books. His eyes were cautious, but curious, and the brooding, the worry, dropped from his face when Zevran collapsed in the chair across from him and dropped a battered deck of cards on the table.

“She will have to catch me first,” Zevran declared. “Join us, we need more players.” The order was playfully said but still an order, and Bran struggled to keep his mouth in a straight line even as Kieran gawked. Kieran did a lot of gawking in the first week he was here. Morrigan said he was fond of grand tales of adventure and heroics, and Bran knew there were a few (more than a few) floating around Ferelden that concerned him. It must have been a shock to learn that the Warden, Commander of the Grey of Ferelden and leader of Amaranthine Keep, was so easily overruled by a shadowy figure who was whispered about and rarely named.

“I am no good at Wicked Grace,” Bran retorted, even though he folded up the letter and shoved it into his pocket. He wasn’t abysmal at the game, better than some, but he routinely lost to anyone with a measure of skill. So why suggest a game? Why teach Kieran to cheat at cards?

“A perfect opponent for Kieran to test his developing skills, then!” Zevran said cheerfully, and in an instant Bran saw what Zevran meant to accomplish through this exercise. His meaning lay somewhere between the flash of his toothy grin and the solemn light in his brown eyes, and Bran read it as clearly as a book. Your son is grieving and angry, my darling, and in great need of a distraction to occupy his clever mind. Find a task for him before he drives himself to despair. Of course Zevran understood what it was Kieran needed. Zevran made it his business to know people. Bran sighed and made his way to the table, taking the empty armchair at Zevran’s left.

“We do not tell Morrigan,” Bran ordered. Morrigan would terrorize him if she learned of this: I sent Kieran to you for safe keeping, and you and your lover teach him how to drink and swear and cheat at cards. What other tricks has he picked up, I wonder?

“She’ll find out. Mother always does,” Kieran piped up. He was right, of course. Morrigan was nearly as skilled as Leliana at prying information out of people.

“We do not tell her yet,” Bran corrected. “And we are only playing this for educational purposes. No rigging games in taverns, no gambling.”

“So very strict! This is an educational exercise only!” Zevran said. Lied. Bran knew he was lying but didn’t call him out, if only because Kieran was stifling a laugh behind his hand and it had been days since the boy last smiled.

“I will hold you to that promise,” Bran said. “Deal out the cards, Zevran.”

[geode-crystal]

Gail Carson Levine's Character Profile

I was tagged by @tildeathiwillwrite for this one! decided to do my boi Mianu.

I love character building stuff like this so I maaay have gone a little overboard on a couple questions lol

All credit to @theeccentricraven for the original tag game :)

Rules: Copy and paste the template, fill it out for one or more of your OC's, then post your OC's and the blank template for others to copy and paste.

I'm not going to tag anyone specific in this but hey, whoever wants it, go for it! All answers for Mianu below the cut!

Name: Mianu Farias

Nickname: Do not even attempt to give him a nickname he is too Edgy for that (he’s not even a fan of all the formal royal titles people use for him)

Kind of being: Human

Age: about 20-ish

Sex: Male

Appearance: Long, somewhat wavy pitch-black hair. There’s a strand that tends to fall in his face, sometimes covering up the scar above his right eye. Bright green eyes. He looks a little too skinny for his height. Discreetly muscular.

Occupation: Prince, was once in training to be a knight before he discovered his true royal heritage

Family Members: Adoptive parents (who are not nobility), younger brother, even younger sister

Pets: A very loyal and very cute black hound. It’s always tough to leave him behind when he goes on various adventures.

Best friend: Considers Darius both his best friend and his boyfriend. Becomes good friends with Everard, a knight from a neighboring kingdom.  

Describe their room: His room in the palace of his home kingdom is surprisingly sparse, almost entirely devoid of personality. He doesn’t like spending that much time in there, and it shows.

Way of Speaking: He tends to sound rather cold while he’s talking, especially to people he’s not familiar with. But most of that is just him trying to push past his regular self-doubt and anxiety. Add that to the stiffness that comes with using Polite Royal Speech when he’s still not particularly used to it, and you get a bit of a standoffish mess. But when he’s comfortable and happy around someone, he can be playfully snarky and sarcastic. He loves teasing people. And his laugh is wonderful. Only Darius gets to hear that laugh often.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): Even before he knew he was royalty, he had a habit of standing tall whenever he was angry. He has an impressive death glare. An Upset Mianu will have hunched shoulders, curling in on himself, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. He favors one arm over the other thanks to the consequences of dark magic. He’s worn a sword at his side often enough that putting a hand where it would usually be in times of crisis has become something of a habit.

Items in his/her pockets or backpack or purse: Whatever he might need for the latest adventure. He tries his best to plan ahead. It doesn’t always work. He also “secretly” carries two books with him wherever he goes, one on whatever magical subject he happens to be studying at the time, another just for entertainment. (Darius knows about his “secret books.” He thinks it’s adorable, much to Mianu’s embarrassment.)

Hobbies: Studying magic, still remembers some gardening basics from his old non-noble life  

Favorite sports: He is a master at the cheese-rolling challenge in old hometown festivals. (So basically track and field lol)

Talents, abilities, or powers: Wields incredibly powerful shadow/dark magic (when it doesn’t wield him), skilled with a sword. Once commanded an entire squadron of a magical shadow army (He regrets that desperately, but still retains his skills in command and tactics).

Relationships (they are with other people): Seems cool and unapproachable at first, but most of that is just the self-doubt showing through, manifesting as a need to prove himself and unwillingness to open up to people. But as above, once you get close to him, you have a friend for life. And he’s actually a clever and funny person, with one heck of a nerdy streak. He will defend anyone in his small chosen family with everything that he has.  

Fears: Terrified that the fact that he once chose the wrong path in his life, that he fought on the wrong side of a great battle, means he will never be able to make up for everything he did.

Faults: Has given into temptation/been tricked/been manipulated before. He can be cruelly cunning, but this is mostly the effect of living with and working with The Bad Guys for so long.  Lots of inner confusion and inner torment: he’s still trying to figure out what to do with himself and his newfound position of power.

Good Points: His heart is truly in the right place. He cares deeply about friends and family and loved ones. Genuinely wants the best for his people, no matter what their rank or birthrights might be. He’s also wonderful with animals, and quick both on his feet and with his wits.

What they want more than anything else: To make things right.

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[henkinsjenkins]

Hogwarts Character Profile for one of my more filled out OCs and favorite. Feel free to leave me your thoughts. He is still a WIP.

I also included some information about him being an NPC. I like the concept better for his character.

Name: Crimsley Jones-Adams

Age: 15-30

Gender: Male (ftm)

Date of birth: August 17.

House: Slytherin

Occupation: Shopkeeper, Beast Rescue, (-main story-) Magical Researcher

Appearance: Pale with messy curled black medium length hair and pale green eyes (used amber before realizing the mistake). He is of taller height and has a lean build. He wears a black cloak with gold trim over a white shirt and black pants, he is often seen without his coat when not in class. He also wears a silver pendant around his neck.

Personality: Crim is open-minded and always willing to try new things. He has a mischievous streak and enjoys bending the rules occasionally for personal needs. He is very kind and polite, often coming off timidly. However when he expresses anger he is expressive with words saying whatever comes to mind.

Strengths: Intelligent and resourceful. He is able to think quickly on his feet and come up with creative solutions to problems.

Weaknesses: His greed often gets him into trouble. He can be impulsive and reckless, which can lead to dangerous situations.

Abilities: Crim is particularly skilled in the use of Charms and Herbology. However, because he is good at Charms he hates taking the class but loves working with plants and animals as it’s more hands-on.

Wand:

Backstory:

His life before Hogwarts was pretty normal until the death of his older sibling, who was turned into an inferi right before his eyes by dark wizards. His Bogart represents an Inferi as the event was the most horrific thing he had experienced.

He never truly healed or came to face his fear, often refusing or shutting down in those situations. Once in DADA while he was learning the spell Ridiculous, his bogart formed into the Inferi that looked like his sister, causing him to drop his wand and run to the bathroom to vomit.

Follows up with the game 3 years after the death of his sister. Fig is contacted by Crimsley’s parents after learning he has magical abilities.

Quirks: Crim has a habit of twirling his pendant when he's nervous or deep in thought. He also has a tendency to talk to himself when he's working on a particularly difficult spell. He loves being praised. If you give him a little reward, he instantly becomes more friendly.

Favorites: Crim's favorite spell is the Killing curse, a last resort for survival. He also enjoys reading dark magical tomes and collecting rare magical artifacts. He has a few exotic beasts that he has taken care of that reside in Sweating’s Sanctuary.

Summary: After graduating from Hogwarts School of Wizardry, he joined Poppy Sweating and her grandmother in the aid of Magical Beast before adventuring out to do other things.

Crim currently owns a shop in Hogsmeade that is run by the house elf Penny. Occasionally he comes back once every 3 months to deliver new stock and collect funds.

-Main story line-

He works along with Hogwarts as a keeper of ancient magic, at the same time he had been completing Isadora's research. Occasionally Crim lends his shop out for students to gain work experience (which allows him to save money on hiring actual employees).

Occasionally he will make his way back to Hogwarts for a quick visit, catching up with old professors and colleagues. Crim is currently applying to become the next Magical Theory Professor.

During his time at Hogwarts he had become close to Sebastian and Poppy, his relationship with Ominis was shaken considering everything that had happened in the Catacombs.

They kept in contact until the end of their 7th year, Sebastian and Crimsley both had a heated argument regarding Anne’s curse that resulted in their relationship ending. Since then the three haven’t spoken.

[revclver-jesus]

The sound of a heel on concrete. Ryo turns his head just slightly, enough to give an eye to the intruder. And that eye narrows. He's vaguely aware of this person, enough to know that tonight might not be the same monotony every other night has been.

He was rather enjoying that monotony streak.

"I don't fancy your chances," He mutters, "Do us both a favour, stranger. Go in peace."

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ He smirks at the familiar words. ❝ I intend to... ❞

He sighs the word, a sound more than tired, beleaguered, an exhaustion that seemed to just be a permanent part of his voice when he dare thought of rest. Deep rest. The kind you don't have to wake up from. Bliss. ❝ ... When our time comes. ❞

Those lethargic eyes, golden like a panther's in the pale moonlight, narrow thinner as he tilts back his head and purses his silver brows. ❝ Come now... Don't be unfriendly. Do you mean my chances for polite conversation or something else? ❞ He sarcastically hummed in feigned innocence, a lazy and long hand raising to gesture in shrug, the other always seeming to rest on the handle of his large gun-- not even like one ordinarily would, in threat or preparedness, he rests almost like the arm of a chair, so accustomed to it there it was but a place for his boney hand to be.

They've been watching him. Him and that brother of his. Of course they know of him, of his powers, nothing could disturb the still air of the Dark Hour without them knowing it, these strays, these runaways. They were the very shadows the falling moon cast, you simply ran aimlessly amongst them.

Of course, he was also a criminal, yes. Though to what extent they may truly not know. Not just during the Dark Hour, at that, but still, look at how the tall young man approaches without fear, the confidence in his reclining, exposed spine-- do you really think you can incarcerate a ghost, even if you knew its name? And that is what he is, after all. Something alive that should be dead. Pale, eyes aglow, able to disappear at the witching hour, unaccounted for by every file and record, left to rot, with every intent of dragging you to the after life with him. They were all ghosts, this remaining three, blessed be by the night herself. And lo'-- for this little... natural persona user has been wandering a little too close to a place haunted. ❝ Won't you tell me what it is you're looking for... stranger? ❞

[butterflydm]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard is almost upon us and one of my shallow-level thoughts is that I hope I vibe best with a lady love interest this time around, b/c my ‘canon’ LIs are: Zevran, Anders, & then Cullen, and that’s a lot of dudes in a row. I did romance Zevran as a male dwarven warrior, so it’s not all m/f pairings but still... a lot of dudes. OTOH, I wouldn’t really change anything because I do really like my canon line-up for how well the story flows for me.

Because my Aeducan ended up... heavily influencing and interacting with Anders in a way that really made a lot of Anders’ more radical choices in DA2 feel like they were lessons that my Warden had taught him about standing up for freedom and not running away from a fight. My Warden didn’t know a thing about mages or elves before he joined the Wardens and I played him as a bit of a naive noble at first when it came to any surface-related, so he learned his politics and opinions about the various issues of surface-world Thedas as he went, which meant that Zevran (love interest) and Morrigan (who he liked a lot as a friend and who he did the dark ritual with) influenced him heavily in his opinions on various issues. He really liked how Zevran could be pragmatic but also had a strong streak of compassion and he liked that it took time to get to know him.

And then when my Warden met Anders, Anders’ flippant-jokes-that-mask-pain routine reminded him a lot of his beloved Zevran, so my Warden was taking Anders out with him pretty much every time he left Amaranthine. He probably wouldn’t even blink at the whole Justice-inhabiting-Anders thing, honestly, because he liked Justice a lot, too, and he’d seen a spirit sharing a body with a human before with Wynne.

Then my Marian Hawke was a mage, and very into mage rights but was primarily a diplomatic Hawke so Anders could say the things that she might think about Templars and the Chantry but usually wouldn’t say. My canon Hawke actually tried very hard not to romance Anders, because he warned her off him! I took the approach that if a companion discouraged me, I wouldn’t push, so after that first flirt where he shows interest but then shuts down the idea of a relationship, she basically pined from afar until Anders made it clear in Act II that he still had feelings for her (yes, she was the kind of woman who responded well to ‘I would drown the world in blood to keep you safe’. I didn’t say she was particularly emotionally healthy, just diplomatic. She will be very happy on the run with Anders tbh -- for me, the key to the Anders romance is to think of it as fundamentally a poly romance, as Hawke really kinda needs to fall in love with both Anders and Justice in order for it not to feel like a tragedy at the end).

My canon Inky is a Lavellan archer and fell in love with Cullen over that lovely game of chess. She was a very very flirty character and I ended up needing to ‘break up’ with Blackwall in order to romance Cullen properly because I’d accidentally soft-locked BW when I got to Skyhold but before I’d decided who she had real feelings for. Like my Aeducan, she was a bit naive at the start, though for different reasons. She was just a really good person who wanted to think the best of everyone and tried her hardest to just make all her companions get along with each other too.

She flirted a bit with Solas at the beginning but saw him as too much of a teacher figure as time passed, so her crush faded and it was just friendship and respect after that for her. I really do hope that choosing ‘redeem’ over ‘kill’ in Trespasser has an impact in DAV because she definitely wants to save him from his own bad choices. She really admired him and discovering the truth about him... complicated that admiration but didn’t shatter it, because he did do so much to help the elven people in the past.

[flickeringart]

Planets in the 8th House

Like all the watery houses, the 8th house is mysterious and potent, yet it’s difficult to fully get a grasp of. The area of life that this house represents are usually summarized by worn out key words; death, transformation, regeneration, rebirth, sex, shared finances, the occult, hidden complexes, power struggles, trauma, crisis and the list goes on… from these words one gathers that the 8th is not a light-hearted sphere of life – it signifies struggle and emotional intensity. Having planets in the 8th, strong Pluto or Scorpio influence usually revolves around the same themes – paranoia, the striving for control and a tendency to keep things private and buried in order to sustain power.

I’m not going to discuss the difference of having strong Scorpio-Pluto placements vs. having planets in the 8th house in this post, but since the sign, planet and house are linked and are symbolic of the same themes, there’s a lot of overlap that is to be expected.

A person with planet(s) in the 8th will not act out the planetary principles consciously. Usually, the energy is felt through their aura, quiet but evident, as if the planet makes its presence known without revealing itself. For example, someone with Venus in the 8th might not openly declare affection and love, except in the most intimate of settings, but it’s unquestionably there. Picture the goddess of love living within a person as a body of water. She is there, but she is slippery and unable to manifest through conscious expression in daily life. The reason for planets in the 8th house “hiding” usually has something to do with fear of losing control, of exposing something taboo and risky that could have dire consequences.  We see this phenomenon in movies all the time – a person isn’t conscious of the fact the he or she is in love with a person but it’s obvious to everyone else – this would be typical of Venus in the 8th. One doesn’t dare to express it because it would alter the way of things, it would violate the sense of self-control and expose one’s vulnerability. Pain accompanies planets in the 8th, however benefic, because they impose themselves on the person and puts everything on the line. It’s a little bit like opening Pandora’s box – one can never go back to how things were before one fell in love, yet one resists the power with which one is pulled into a relationship. Even Venus and Jupiter, the most “positive” planets are operating in a way that makes the person feel out of control. Sure, it’s probably more positive to be invaded by love and abundance than anything else, but it can still be shocking and fearful to a person that doesn’t want to acknowledge the autonomy of the planet and has put up rigid defenses against it, only to have them be shattered. In the case of Venus in the 8th, personal love and affection is very private and usually has some kind of trauma or complex tied up with it. Looking at astrotheme’s database of people with Venus in the 8th , Miley Cyrus pops up at the top of the page with this placement. In some of her more personal songs, lyrics hint to her being afraid of love and intimacy. Even in her famous song “Wrecking Ball” she sings about falling under love’s spell and slowly seeing a relationship turn to “ashes on the ground”. If this isn’t typical symbolism of transformation through love I don’t know what is.

With the Moon in the 8th house, the person doesn’t openly express emotion – the emotions erupt volcanically from time to time, and it’s very uncomfortable for the person because there’s a feeling of being exposed and threatened that accompanies this release. Because of the fear that is tied up with emotion, the person might show dislike and defensiveness when faced with other people’s emotional expressions and needs. Sigmund Freud had his Moon in the 8th, which is very telling. He was obviously interested in uncovering the complexes behind certain reactions, presumably because he didn’t feel himself to be in control of his own emotions and inner life. He was certainly motivated to transform and free himself and his clients of the tight grip of the unconscious patterns of the 8th house. He explored the underlying mechanisms of repression, formulated the Oedipus complex and postulated the existence of libido – sexual energy with which the mental processes are invested. The Moon’s placement in the 8th would point to deeply rooted emotional and possibly sexual ties with the mother. The Oedipus complex is after all a desire for sexual involvement with the opposite sex and the presence of repressed incestuous instincts. Freud noted that he had wanted to marry his mother as a child to rival with the father and understood that it must be a universal principle among all boys in all cultures. This has not been thoroughly empirically proven, but it’s certainly reveals something about Freud’s own psychology. In any case with Moon in the 8th, the emotional and instinctual nature is accompanied with a sense of it being taboo and shameful. The emotional nature is experienced to be powerful beyond personal control.

Mercury in the 8th is a another story. Mercury is the planet of communication, thinking and deductive reasoning. When looking up people with this placement, it seems to me that it is common among people who speak up about uncomfortable topics, that which would be considered “risky business” to talk about. Prince Harry has this placement and he has been very open recently about his mental health struggles. Emma Watson has this placement and she has been an advocate for feminism and equality – preaching and advocating strongly with emotional investment when giving the famous UN speech in 2014. Lana Del Rey has this placement and she writes lyrics based on her own personal experiences, not shying away from dark topics like death, heartbreak, destructive and passionate relationships. It seems as if Mercury in this house gives the person a propensity for talking and thinking about that which in uncomfortable, for revealing difficult power-imbalances and dynamics taking place within the psyche. There’s usually a feeling of being cautious of what one reveals, of sitting on information that holds emotional power and that involves other people. With any planet in this house there’s a strong impulse to be aware of other people, in case of Mercury it’s what other people know and don’t know, what they say and don’t say. Mercury in the 8th might be indicative of a person who is controlled by what other people say and feels at the mercy of other people’s opinions – positively and negatively. The narratives and stories of other people might merge with the person on a deep level and fuel one’s own opinions. One might be exposed to challenging, discriminative and harmful opinions, even indoctrinated in them. When speaking one’s mind, one might have to summon a lot of bravery because more than likely there’s a bit of a chokehold that is being felt and effort that is required to break free from deeply instilled thought patterns. This placement could be indicative of a person that likes to think and communicate about deep and taboo topics, reveal and keep secrets.

With Mars in the 8th, one simple interpretation would be “someone who is prone to experience physical violence in intimate relationships”. Either one is the victim of it or the perpetrator, perhaps even a bystander or a protector. The violence, albeit linked to physical action, might just manifest in the form of acting without another’s best interest in mind. There’s usually a sense of being at the mercy of other people’s actions with this placement, but also of having no conscious control over one’s own motivations for doing things, one’s own drive to make things happen. Princess Diana had this placement, conjunct Pluto-Uranus, and she was far from feeling in absolute control of her direction in life. With Pluto-Mars the drive is buried and tied up with the primal survival instinct and latent rage. Her relationship with Prince Charles was anything but smooth and she felt like a victim to greater forces (Pluto-Uranus) making her act in a way that was, most certainly, driven by emotional complexes and not out of conscious will. She also behaved in a way with her compulsive eating and independent streak that was not favorably looked upon. J.F. Kennedy also had this placement, he too had difficulties on the relationship front, mostly because he had a compulsive sexual drive and had a lot of extramarital affairs. This is typical of Mars in the 8th being tied up with emotional complexes – he couldn’t stick to his wife; he had to prove himself and his masculinity through conquering women (he has Jupiter conjunct his Mars and we all know how faithful Jupiter was in mythology). His sexual appetite caused moral problems among the Secret Service agents who were employed to smuggle women in and out of the White House. His behavior was altogether inappropriate but somehow he survived politically as it was kept in the shadows. Diana certainly had her own extramarital affairs as well, perhaps to revenge Charles for his strong tie with Camilla and subsequent declining interest in their marriage. Mars in the 8th is undoubtedly indicative of action taken out of the need to retain emotional integrity, sometimes with unfavorable consequences. Notably, both Diana and J.F. Kennedy died suddenly, Diana in a car accident and J.F. Kennedy through assassination by a bullet. The 8th house is the house of death, and Mars here usually indicates a violent and sudden strike of “fate”.

Last but not least, let’s take a look at the Sun in the 8th house. The same people who shows up when searching for Mercury, Mars and even Venus, also have the Sun in this house; J.F. Kennedy, Lana Del Rey, Emma Watson and Prince Harry, which is not surprising considering that the inner planets never stray too far from the Sun. The Sun represents the ego, the sense of self-knowledge and self-awareness. The Sun is representative of the conscious center of the personality. This suggests that the people with this placement are painfully aware of death and violation, of the destructive nature of reality. While the Moon in the 8th might indicate that emotional reactions or lack thereof stem from deep seated autonomous complexes rooted in survival, the Sun might indicate a sense of self and self-expression that stems from the difficulties and hardships one has gone through. This placement can be understood in the sentiment “who am I without my trauma?”. There’s the tendency to identify with the ordeals of one’s life and how one overcame them (or didn’t). This dynamic is evident in all the people listed at the top of this paragraph. Prince Harry being a very obvious one that people make fun of nowadays – he’s coming out as a survivor of past down ancestral trauma, attempting to work through and shine a light on his personal struggles growing up within the Royal Family, attempting to separate himself from the curses of unconscious programming. Lana Del Rey certainly enjoys identifying and expressing the darker side of herself, illuminating the theme of death and emotional hardship in her songs. Emma Watson also seems to identify with the hurt and injustice present in the world and is a spokesperson for collective movements (Sun in the 8th, Leo in the 11th). J.F. Kennedy has the same Sun –Leo house setup as Emma, channeling his experience of personal hardships into his career and public life. In a sense, people who want to appeal to the masses and make a change on a large scale must be personally invested enough to fuel the movement. In the case of the 8th house being involved with Kennedy and Watson, they might feel as if their sense of self is dictated by other people’s values or that they would have to fight to remain in control of their sense of self. As the Sun relates to the father, the father figure might’ve been quite controlling, demanding and dominant. If the Moon in the 8thsays something about a mother complex, the Sun in the 8thdefinitely says something about a father complex.

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that SatoSugu's name meta

Gojou Satoru / Gojo Satoru

五条悟

五 (itsu/go) = 5

条 (eda/jou) = article (as in item), counter for article

can also mean... clauses or paragraph... and... stripe, streak, twig, branch

悟 (sato/go) = enlightenment

and also means... to discern, to realize, to understand, to perceive

the kanji 悟 consists of 忄, the radical of 心 (kokoro) which is heart, 五 (go), and 口 (kuchi) which means mouth, gate, or speech.

basically, Satoru's name means 'the five principles of enlightenment', both the combination of his full name and the sum of the kanji of his given name. which, okay, fitting bcs he's literally a god.

and yes, this is why im adamant that Satoru is a god/diety. his clan literally named him as a god, it's built into his identity and not just because of his curse techniques.

also, his six eyes are all about knowing so i think this is a pretty apt name. but it's so funny (no it's not) that Satoru's all about understanding and realization and he was hit with the knowledge of Suguru 'defecting to the dark side' and then gets hit in the face once again when pseudo-Geto shows up. like, my man's all about realization for sure... realizing that he doesn't know shit. he also doesn't understand shit about Suguru either bcs he asked for an explanation as to why Suguru went ape shit and kill all those peeps. so yeah, that.

i think Satoru's perception of himself and other, and himself in conjunction to others, changed to a certain degree after Suguru left because of the switch from using 俺 (ore) and オマエ (omae) to 僕 (boku) and 君 (kimi)... (i explained that here)

in english, there's only "i" & "you" but in other languages such as japanese & my own (Khmer), there are multiple "i" & "you" and i can assure u that they have different connotations to them. which "i" & "you" a person uses doesn't just show what kind of person they are (rude vs. polite, manly vs. féminine etc.) but also shows how they see themselves and their place in the world/society and what relationship they have with their conversational partner.

Satoru was also able to discern Suguru's curse energy at the shoutengai where Yuuta and Toge fought that curse so yeah, a fitting name for him.

interesting how his name revolves around Suguru, hmmmmm. or maybe that's just me putting on my shipping goggles lol

oh, there's a city in Nara prefecture called Gojou (五條). it uses a different kanji for 'jou' but 条 and 條 means the same thing. idk why i told u that, just thought it was interesting? i also legit thought that the Gojou family is from Nara prefecture somehow idk lol

Getou Suguru / Geto Suguru

夏油傑

夏 (natsu/ka, ge) = summer

油 (abura/yu) = oil

傑 (sugu/ketsu) = the top/the best, excellence, greatness

i mean... Suguru's name is self-explanatory as to why he and Satoru are inseparable. he's the best, the strongest, and SatoSugu are (were) the strongest. but also, Satoru basically took one look at Suguru's name and went "WE'RE the strongest" which okay, way to build your identity around one man.

but also... the kanji for Suguru's name 傑 consists of 亻, the radical form of 人 (hito) which means human, person. (this is the kanji of Nanami & Mahito's names)

it also has 桀 which essentially equals to sinner, or someone who's cunning, wild, violent, rude. it can mean to crucify. the 'story' of this kanji is 'both of the sinner's feet are tied up then they're placed on a tree and crucified'... it's, uh, brutal.

that kanji 桀 itself is interesting because 舛 can mean opposite, contrary and 木 means tree. so a combination of 亻, 舛, and 木 can also mean putting (hanging) a person who is contrary to u on a tree.

i think both interpretation suits Suguru very well because he can be considered a sinner who was severely punished but he is also someone who punished those who don't share his belief. oh and don't forget how much pain he puts Satoru through; by being killed by Satoru and by being possessed by Kenjaku. is that not a type of punishment/crucifixion itself?

and i know im reaching here but i think a lot about how, after Suguru left, Satoru asked for Yaga's confirmation if he's strong. this is after he realized/understood (Satoru's own name) that he can't be the strongest alone (similar to Suguru's name 'the top'), that he can't save others if they don't want to be saved. Satoru said he can only save those who allows themselves to be saved and Suguru can't be saved because he is a sinner (Suguru's name).

oh and the thing is, in the original japanese script, Satoru uses the word 救える (sukueru) which means 'can be helped/can be rescued' just like 助けられる (tasukeru) but the kanji 救 (suku/kyou) means salvation.

idk, there's just something about salvation, crucifixion, and sinner and Satoru being enlightenment/god for me.

it's also kinda weird that Satoru went from thinking about strenght, something he associated with Suguru at that point in his life (their entire thing about being the strongest 最強 (saikyou)) to thinking about rescuing people/bringing people salvation.

in conclusion, SatoSugu canon and Satoru is a god confirmed

but we already knew that lol

and i really like this something something god that is going on for SatoSugu. and i really do think SatoSugu and their relationship w/ each other defines each other as people (mb i'll write about it some day idk)

so yah, names are important. and i agree because i grew up in a culture where it's believed that a name can decide one's fate. changing ur name is changing the trajectory of ur life. some people believe in the importance of name so much they consult with monks to get the best possible names for their offsprings.

anyway, thanks for reading this far! if peeps enjoy this, I'll make a post about the first year trio as well! (Yuji and prince Hisahito, the third in line to the throne of japan share the same kanji btw lol idk if that was intentional considering Sukuna is the king of curse and Yuji ate his fingers so, therefore, can be considered as the prince of curse?)

p.s. japanese kanji has many readings and i put in the typical kunyomi (japanese pronounciation of the kanji) and onyomi (reading derived from the chinese pronounciation). it looks like this: kanji (kunyomi/onyomi)

p.ss. im not japanese, i just know how some of it because i received some (minimal lol) japanese language education and currently live in japan

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