#Black Fire This Time: Volume 1

[timemajestyruffusadventures]

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The TMRA Chronicles – Tumblr Edition: Volume 1, Volume 1

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[Note #001d: “Majestyverse ≠ Magistralverse.” - Tamara Timestream Throneworks x Magistralverse Masterworks Media (Sunday, May 11th, 2025)]

[zenithsturniolo]

SCREAM, BITCH - ghostface!chris x blogger!reader

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chapter two: cry in the arms of a killer

this chapter will contain.. details(ish) of murder, masturbation (male), non-consensual watching, manipulative comfort, themes of isolation and fixation, emotional deception, dark psychological themes, and strong language. wc: 1.4k series summary: a dark, twisted slowburn where obsession bleeds into desire. you're a true crime blogger. he's the masked stranger recreating your cases. dual povs, filthy tension, and cliffhangers sharp enough to scar. it’s not just stalking - it’s seduction. not just fear - it’s fascination. you wanted a story. he wanted you. now you’re both in far too deep.

♯ chris pov

and I watched you move and breathe and cry and it felt so wrong

chris pockets his knife, the blade still sticky, the metal still singing with the memory of flesh.

he’s always kept it close — a black-handled thing with crude carvings down the grip, each one a secret. his thumb ghosts over the worn markings as he tucks it into the inside of his cloak, where it belongs. it fits into his hand like it was born there, like it’s an extension of him.

he stands still, bathed in the low buzz of streetlamps and the coppery stink of blood, and lets himself admire the scene he’s created.

every detail exact.

he steps around it cleanly, eyes never leaving her, a craftsman inspecting his work.

perfect.

he pulls out his phone, fingers moving quick, practiced. your blog is already open. your post — your brilliant, reckless post — went up twenty minutes ago, and he’s read it at least fifty times.

he scrolls, slow, deliberate.

your words describe this — this — exactly. the way the body should lie. the position of the hands. the loll of the head to the left. the blade used. every tiny, fucked-up detail you thought no one would ever mimic.

he made it real for you.

for you.

satisfaction swells hot in his chest, nearly dizzying. he tucks the phone away and turns, cloak whispering around his boots as he moves back up the dirt path.

his car — matt’s car — waits for him in a patch of darkness off the side of the road. battered, forgettable, the kind of thing no one looks twice at.

his ghostface mask catches the headlights for a second, gleaming white and grinning. then it’s swallowed again by shadow.

the air is thick with smoke from some distant fire, and it clings to his skin, his hair, mixes with the sharp tang of blood drying beneath his fingernails.

he drives.

the mask gets yanked off halfway down the road, tossed onto the passenger seat. sweat slicks his forehead, hair curling wildly at the edges. his heart is hammering, but not from fear. from exhilaration.

he doesn’t think about the girl he left cooling in the dark. doesn’t think about the empty eyes.

he thinks about you.

only you.

your voice, breathless when you ramble about your theories. the way your fingers twitch when you get too excited. the little smile you wear when you think you’ve figured something out — so sure. so fucking adorable.

he laughs — sharp, breathless, mean.

"you think you're so clever," he mutters to the windshield, grin stretching wide across his face. "wine glass in one hand, your shitty indie music in the background, playing detective like it’s a fucking game."

he turns up the volume of the aux.

the speakers rattle as the song blasts, the road blurring by under black tires and wild headlights. he screams along with it, a raw sound tearing out of him:

"i want to hold you close…"

his phone buzzes violently in the cupholder.

your name.

he glances at it. lets it ring.

"skin pressed against me tight…"

text after text.

chris, pick up. chris. where are you?

"lie still, close your eyes, girl…"

something's happening. i can’t ignore it anymore. i need you.

"so lovely, it feels so right…"

please, chris. you're the only one i can call.

"i want to fucking tear you apart."

his hand clenches the steering wheel so hard his knuckles pop.

god, you’re perfect.

he floors the gas.

—

you’re already crying when you open the door.

chris drinks it in — the mess of you, the wet shimmer in your eyes, the tremble in your hands — before stepping forward and gathering you against him.

he moves like he owns you. like he’s been doing this forever.

you clutch his hoodie, pressing your face into his chest. he smells like smoke, like sweat, like something metallic and dark under his skin.

his arms fold around you, big and steady and so warm, and you sob against him like you’ll fall apart if he lets go.

he hums low in his throat, stroking your back in slow, shushing circles. calculated. patient.

but his eyes?

his eyes are everywhere.

your walls. your cluttered desk. the nest of blankets on your bed. the scatter of case files and tangled red strings. the battered laptop with your blog open to the newest post.

and then — you.

his fixation sharpens.

your hands, clawing weakly at his hoodie. your mouth, wobbling into broken shapes. the glossy sheen of tears on your cheeks.

he adores you.

adores your mind — your recklessness, your brilliance, the way you pull apart unsolvable things like they’re puzzles meant for you alone.

he’s so fucking obsessed.

he's so fucking in love.

you hiccup, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"s-sorry," you whisper, voice cracked and raw.

he cups your face in one warm, steady palm, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. his thumb strokes your cheek, featherlight.

"don’t ever apologize," he murmurs. "i’m here. i got you."

the front door is still open, forgotten. you both end up sitting on the floor, right there in the entryway, knees bumping.

you look so small, wrapped in the oversized hoodie you tugged on in your panic. so vulnerable.

"i didn’t know who else to call," you mumble, shame bleeding into your voice. "pathetic, right?"

he frowns, genuine rage flickering through him at the thought of you feeling that way. "hey. no. we’re friends. i’m here for you. whatever you need."

your chin wobbles. you nod, swallowing hard.

then — "it’s gonna sound crazy, but…"

he leans closer, brows drawing together in a perfect mimicry of concern.

"i think… someone’s copying my blog posts."

you show him the evidence.

blank profile. every post liked, every one commented on with disturbing, intimate knowledge. details that the public shouldn't even know yet.

you scroll to a DM — a single voicenote — and play it.

the speaker crackles with distortion.

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

then, soft as a blade slipping under skin —

your full name.

you flinch so violently your phone almost tumbles from your hands.

chris’s heart soars, but his face contorts into horror, perfectly performed.

"fuck," he breathes, voice raw.

you nod, frantic. tears spilling again.

"i thought it was coincidence at first," you whisper. "but now…"

your whole body shakes.

he gathers you up again without hesitation, cradling your head against his shoulder.

"you’re safe," he promises, voice rough with fake emotion. "i’ve got you. i swear."

he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing.

carries you to your bed.

the world blurs for you — exhaustion, fear, adrenaline crashing — but for him, every second is vivid, electric.

he tucks you in, pulls the covers to your chin. you reach for him instinctively, and he doesn't hesitate. he slides in beside you, letting you curl against his chest.

you sigh — deep, shaky — and finally, finally begin to relax.

he runs his fingers through your hair, slow and hypnotic.

your breathing evens out.

your body slackens against him.

he watches you.

watches the faint pulse flutter in your throat. the way your lips part slightly when you sleep. the way your shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of bare waist — soft, warm skin begging to be touched.

but he won’t. not without your consent.

so he touches himself instead.

he pulls back, staring, heart pounding. his cock throbs painfully in his jeans, the pressure almost unbearable.

he undoes his belt, quiet, methodical. shoves his jeans and boxers down.

his cock is already leaking, flushed an angry red, twitching with every beat of his heart.

he wraps a hand around it — tight, desperate — and jerks off right there, crouched at the edge of your bed like some kind of depraved animal.

the sounds he makes are feral.

wet, slick strokes. the rough rasp of breath tearing from his lungs. the faint creak of the mattress under his weight.

he fucks his fist faster, biting his knuckles to muffle the broken moans clawing up his throat.

your body shifts slightly under the covers. your thigh brushes his knee.

he nearly loses it.

he imagines you waking up, whimpering his name. imagines you crying because you need him so badly you can’t think straight. imagines pressing you down into the mattress and ruining you forever.

he comes with a vicious, muffled grunt, hot and thick across your sheets, your pillow, his hoodie.

he wipes it away messily.

pulls his jeans back up with shaking hands.

then he just stands there, breathing hard, staring at you like he’ll never get enough.

so sweet.

so soft.

so breakable.

and you trust him.

him.

the monster at your door.

he brushes a finger along your jaw, gentle as a prayer.

for the first time — the only time — he thinks:

this is what love feels like.

find parts of this series here !

a/n: chat i fear this is my type 🥀 also next chapter’s long w some fluff because i couldn’t resist

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[these-lovely-monsters]

The Dragon's Pretty Treasure - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: m!dragon x f!reader

Content: kidnapping, mild dub-con, inhuman anatomy, size difference, two dicks, dp, tail action, fluids, koala bear fleshlight

(Note: part 1 is just the setup and only contains kidnapping - aforementioned cws are for the whole story)

Series complete: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness surrounding you. There is a faint glow that gently illuminates the space around you but everything else is mostly darkness and all you can make out are vague shapes and shadows. Looking around, you see that a small bit of light is coming from some embers in a dying fire next to you. This is definitely not your tiny studio apartment back home.

Where the hell are you?

As you sit up, you rub your eyes, groaning at the stiffness in your joints. From the aches in your muscles, you must have been asleep for a while. Looking down, you realize that you are lying on a bed of what seem to be soft furs or pelts of some kind. A cool breeze drifts in from somewhere and you shiver, realizing that you are also naked. 

What the fuck happened?

But before you can try to rack your foggy brain to figure it out, a giant yellow eye the size of your head blinks open at the edge of the darkness across from you. Yelping in shock, you scramble backwards as the eye rotates to reveal a second one just as large and luminescent. Both eyes have giant slitted pupils and seem to glow in the darkness. Before you can get far, something smooth and cool wraps around your waist, holding you in place. Heart pounding in your ears, you glance down to find that it is a dark green, almost black, appendage covered in scales. Extending from the darkness, it winds around your stomach with the end coming to a tapered point near your navel. It squeezes gently, hard enough to hold you firm but not enough to hurt.

Holy shit, is it a tail of some sort?

Too terrified to move further, you hold your breath and look back up at the giant yellow orbs peering at you from the shadows. Slowly, they begin to draw closer, and you hear heavy, measured thuds echo off the walls. As the eyes approach the dying fire, a massive snout comes into view and then a head the size of a car follows. Your eyes bug as you take in the scaly surface of a face, with ridged brows and a line of spikes running in increasing size from the tip of its snout up and over the back of its head. Two large horns protrude from above its brows and curve backwards towards where you assume its shoulders would be.

When its snout is a few inches from your face, you tremble as its nostrils flare and it inhales deeply. Then it exhales with a low rumbling sound as its hot breath fans across your face, blowing strands of hair off your shoulders.

It’s…sniffing you!

You nearly jump out of your skin when a deep, inhuman voice booms through the cavern and you have to cover your ears from the sheer volume.

“You are awake.”

The voice continues to echo off the walls for a few moments and then silence settles again, apart from the monster’s deep rhythmic breaths and your pounding heart. Slowly, you lower your hands from your ears and realize, belatedly, that it hadn’t moved its mouth when it spoke.

Had it projected its voice or are you just going crazy? Probably just going crazy.

“Where…where am I?” you manage to stammer out.

“My cave,” it rumbles again, softer this time, as if it realized its voice was too loud.

Oh fuck, you are going to die here, cold and naked in this cave.

Beginning to hyperventilate, you start to struggle in the grasp of its tail. 

“Please don’t eat me!” you shout. 

You need to figure out a way to get out of here!

It lets out a low, chuffing sound, which must be a chuckle and says, “I don’t plan to eat you.” And before you know what’s happening, its jaws part slightly and a giant, tapered tongue slips between massive, razor sharp teeth and licks up the side of your neck.

Shit, this monster definitely wants to eat you.

“Why am I here?” you squeak, utterly terrified but trying to keep it talking in the hopes you can figure out an escape plan before it decides it’s done playing with its food.

“I wanted a pretty treasure for my horde.”

A pretty treasure?... Does he mean you?

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I promise there will be smut in part 2!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Bonus: here is a size comparison if you're wondering just how big this guy really is...

[flowerandblood]

Object of Despair (2/3)

[ dark • Aemond x Arryn • widow female ]

[ warnings: dubcon, oral sex, fingering, hate sex, smut, angst, domination, violence, swearing, humiliation, hard chauvinism ]

[ description: Aemond is forced to marry a widow from House Arryn as part of the alliance and support of his brother in the war against the Black faction. After their wedding night, which went completely differently than he imagined, Aemond tries to return to his daily routine. The female character has a specific eye and hair color. Lots of hate sex, violence and chauvinism. ]

Part 1 − Object of Desire Part 3 − Object of Delight Epilogue

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Their wedding night was so different from what he had imagined that he was at once horrified, ashamed and intrigued by the person who had been living in the chamber next to his for several days. She wasn't seeking his company or attention, appearing only at suppers spent together with his family.

He knew he could have summoned her to his chamber at any time, and it would have been her duty to come and give him what he wanted, but every time he meant to do so he changed his mind and resigned, frustrated, staring into the light of the fire burning in the fireplace, sitting in front of it on his ornate wooden chair, thinking about that evening.

After what had happened between them it seemed to him that they had both suddenly come down to earth, not knowing what to make of how aggressive and full of rage the rapprochement had been.

He let her go and watched her, breathing unevenly, tying back his breeches, as she immediately covered her buttocks back up with her nightgown − he could see that her whole body was shaking, her lips trembling, her eyes big, her cheeks puffy from the tears that ran down her face.

She calmed down a little after his words and reassurances, but she was still terrified.

She asked him in a breaking, weak, quiet voice if she could now return to her chamber, and although he had originally had no intention of letting her lay in his bed, he felt disappointment at the thought that she had not begged him to let her stay.

Not wanting to show weakness or allow her to think that her presence was something he craved, he allowed her to do so with a nod, and she left without a word, neither bowing to him nor wishing him a good night, quietly opening and closing the door of his chamber behind her.

The next day, during the duel with Criston Cole, he could not concentrate − whenever he caught sight of a shade of blue out of the corner of his eye he involuntarily looked in that direction, thinking it was her in her gown that he remembered so fondly, his heart pounding hard with shame.

He pressed his lips together, turning his head away, snorting, playing with the hilt of his sword in his hand with apparent impatience, seeing some other woman − Cole watched him vigilantly, but not dared to ask either about her or his impressions of her.

Her presence was a taboo for him.

That same day, he walked and spent long hours in the great royal library, despite the fact that he usually instructed his servants to bring thick, old volumes filled with the history of his family and all Essos to his chamber. He hoped to meet her there, to confront her again, this time clearly showing her where she belonged.

To his disappointment, he did not see her until the evening − her blue gown immediately catched his attention, sewn from a soft, lovely fabric it fell heavily over her pleasant, girlish curves, accentuating her figure.

He swallowed hard as he looked at her face and noticed a large red bruise under her eye, which must have been the result of the moment he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head on the table.

She was discussing something in a whisper with Helaena, his sister bent over her with concern, playing with her fingers in a nervous gesture they had all inherited from their mother.

They fell silent when they noticed him − her violet eyes looked up at him, sad, resigned and tired. He thought, feeling a burning embarrassment in his chest, that explaining to her who had the final word on what their marriage would look like was no longer necessary.

Sitting down at the table next to her he knew what awaited him − when his mother walked into the chamber and saw his wife she froze, the smile gone from her face.

She looked at him with pain, with disappointment he could not bear and he closed his eyes, thinking only of the fact that he wanted to sink to the ground.

"Dear sister-in-law, has my brother given you another gift besides, we all pray, his future heir in your womb?" Aegon asked with a sneer. He clenched his teeth, sucking in a deep breath, looking at his brother with grim fury, to which he only smirked, popping a grape into his mouth, biting through it with a loud crunch, amused.

He felt his wife shift beside him − his heart began to beat faster in panic at the thought that she was about to say something to humiliate him, to mock him in front of his entire family to take revenge on him.

"I slipped in the bath, my King." She replied simply, without emotion, regret or anger. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, surprised at the ease with which she lied despite it being obvious that everyone around her had guessed what had really happened.

His brother raised an eyebrow clearly impressed, cocking his head, leaning back in his chair with a loud creak of wood.

"You slipped." He repeated softly and she replied nothing, looking at him calmly.

She and Aegon exchanged glances for a moment − it seemed to him that she feared neither him nor his position.

"I hope no more such unpleasant…accident happens to you, my Lady. Such a pretty face." He hummed, reaching for his cup, but she merely blinked, no grimace passing across her face, as if his words did not bother her at all.

He himself didn't know what he thought of all this, so he decided to go back to his daily routine, pretending that she simply wasn't there, convincing himself that it would be better that way.

He didn't need her, he didn't want her, and her silence and distance were doing him a favour.

He watched her sometimes from afar, seeing her pleasant silhouette glide between the columns as he trained in the courtyard, always headed for the garden, the tree he had read about before she came to King's Landing, and at which he understood the Northerners prayed.

He did not think of it at first, but then he began to notice the gazes of the men and guards fixed on her as she passed them, their smiles, their dreamy gaze as if they were imagining what they would do with her body, the body of his wife, his right and his duty.

It planted a seed of doubt in him − he wondered if perhaps she was meeting her lover there, if he was a source of ridicule in the keep because the servants already knew that she had not been faithful to him, that she had betrayed her crippled husband.

This thought made him furious, but having no proof for his supposition he decided one day to change his plan for the afternoon and watch her through the window − as soon as he caught sight of her figure passing through the cloisters he left his chamber, moving unhurriedly after her.

As he walked between the tall shrubbery, hearing the grass rustling and the birds singing, he tried to focus on other sounds, expecting quiet moans and panting to reach his ears, but heard only his own footsteps traversing the path strewn with small rocks rattling under his feet.

He stopped as he stepped into a small clearing − a large, white weirwood with a disturbing, wrinkled, red face on its trunk looked at him ominously, his wife lying on her back on the grass beneath it, her eyes closed, her dark, loose hair surrounding her head, her hands laid on her stomach.

He stood motionless, wondering if she was waiting for someone, however, she did not open her eyes or look around.

He thought with surprise that she was asleep.

He swallowed loudly, for some reason feeling desire at the sight of her lying silhouette, the fact that someone could see and hear them, that she was his wife, and he could take her here and anywhere else he wished.

He felt how his cock swell in his breeches, his lips tightening into a thin line as the heat spilled in his lower abdomen.

She shuddered and opened her eyes when she heard him move towards her − she lifted herself up on her arm, her lips parted in disbelief, however for some reason she did not rise or try to escape.

He stood, towering over her, feeling his superiority and dominance over her in this position and this situation, his fingers slid down to his breeches, untying them in a calm, nimble manner.

"Come here, wife. I promised you something, didn't I?" He asked, feeling his heart pounding like mad, releasing his aching erection, its pink tip glistening from his precum.

It seemed to him that she was shocked by his insolence, by the fact that he wanted to profane her sacred place, after a moment, however, the expression on her face changed. He parted his lips noticing how she rose slowly, kneeling before him as if to pray, with a light flick of her hand sliding the material of his breeches lower, looking him straight in the eyes.

No fear, no terror, no regret.

He sighed and immediately grabbed her by the hair, wanting to be in control of what was happening when her hand grasped his throbbing, hard cock in her soft palm, squeezing it at the base. He drew in a loud breath as her lips brushed its tip without any hesitation, her pink, shiny tongue licking it encouragingly. He tilted his head back, delighted.

"− fuck − keep going −" He commanded, impatiently pressing her closer to his lower abdomen, watching her with excitement and curiosity, his manhood quivering with desire in her hand, her fingers giving it a calm, assured strokes. He groaned involuntarily when he saw how she slowly slid the fat head of his cock between her lips, the tip of her tongue teasing him lazily.

She sighed as the thrust of his hips slid it deeper into her mouth − he heard her almost choke when it hit the back of her throat, her palate wonderfully wet and warm, her lips clamped down on it, in some natural, subconscious reflex beginning to suck it.

"− that's it − there you go −" He gasped with awe at the perverted sight before him, his fingers entwined in her smooth, soft hair, clenching down on it, controlling himself, however, so as not to cause her too much pain, forcing her head not to escape when his hips with sure deep pushes invaded her throat.

"− did you often satisfy your late husband like this? − it's clear this isn't your first time − little slut −" He exhaled, groaning lowly listening to the loud clicks of her saliva each time his aching cock disappeared again and again deep into her mouth, her hand tightening on it more firmly, making him accelerate his pace.

"− stop − that's enough −" He muttered, having no intention of wasting his seed, wanting to finish inside her, trying to push her away, but he felt her tongue trailing down his length, her free hand clamped down on his buttock, not allowing him to escape − he had to lean against the tree trunk, his other hand holding her hair as his cock thrust into her greedily.

"− f-fuck, fuck, fuckkk −" He hissed out in rage combined with delight and groaned loudly in relief as he felt his semen spill over her palate. He looked down at her, her eyes closed, all around them only the rustle of the leaves, his shaky, loud breaths and the sound of her swallowing, so lewd it sent shivers down his spine.

Slowly she slid it out of her mouth, his cock all slick and glistening from her wetness − her soft, pink tongue licked it for a while longer, teasing and sucking lightly on its tip from which the remnants of his seed still flowed. He stroked her smooth hair, feeling his body still shudder with shivers of pleasure after such intense fulfilment.

"− you look perfect like this −" He gasped softly, his thumb running over her cheek, noticing with some kind of relief that there was hardly a trace left of the bruise from a few days ago.

"− you will spend this night in my chamber − you should try how it tastes sticky with your moisture − don't touch yourself −"

That evening he waited impatiently for her, strangely excited and anxious, pacing around his chamber, absorbed in his thoughts.

He feared that she would humiliate him, show him, by not coming to his summons, that she despised and disrespected him, and then force him to use violence against her again.

He did not want any more accusing glances from his mother directed towards him at the table.

He shuddered as the door to his chamber opened suddenly − he turned over his shoulder and swallowed hard, noticing her figure covered only by her night gown and the cashmere blue shawl thrown over her shoulders − her long dark hair were loose, the look of her violet eyes calm and full of some kind of curiosity.

"− have you touched yourself? −" He asked coolly as the door closed behind her with a loud clatter of wood, turning towards her, walking in her direction with his hands folded behind his back.

"− no −" She replied softly, without any pleasantries or further elaboration, looking straight into his face without a sign of fear or uncertainty.

He intended to regain control of the situation she had taken from him when she decided when he would come and how, all by herself.

Stupid cunt.

"− undress and lie on your stomach −" He commanded in a dispassionate, cool, deep tone, from which her gaze darkened a little, as if clouded, her plump lips parted slightly but no sound came out of them.

She walked past him without a word, heading barefoot towards his bed and climbed onto it, her back turned to him as she sat on his bedding, letting him watch as her fingers slid the fabric of the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall down, revealing her naked, smooth body.

His hands began to undo the clasps of his tunic as she lay on her stomach following his command, her face turned the other way so that he could not see her gaze − the sizzle of the fire in the fireplace all around them, and besides, a complete silence filled with a heavy, stifling tension, a threat of what was about to happen between them.

He felt what he saw in his cock, his manhood expressing painful impatience, throbbing in his breeches at the thought that he intended to come deep inside her that night more than once.

"− did you love that fool? −" He asked indifferently in a voice slightly hoarse with arousal, licking his lips with his tongue in satisfaction to see that her whole body tensed, her fingers clenched on the pillow lying under her head, her back rising in a shuddering breath.

She was silent for a long moment, as if his question had startled her − he watched her vigilantly, pulling his boots off his feet, staying only in his undershirt and breeches as she lay exposed, bare, vulnerable, condemned to him and him alone.

No matter what her answer would be.

She shuddered, as if snapped out of her reverie, as he sat up behind her, his large hand running over and stroking her full, soft buttocks.

"− speak −" He hissed, his hand slapping her bare skin so sharply and quickly that she bounced and squealed. He gave a reassuring stroke to the spot, red and throbbing in the indistinct shape of his hand − involuntarily his lips curved into a teasing smirk as he noticed the moisture glistening between her thighs, her folds pink, throbbing and swollen.

She liked this kind of games, he knew that.

"− I was the furnishings of his household − I loved him as much as his chair, his bed or his table could −" She muttered, and he looked at her, surprised, not knowing himself what he thought of her words. He stared at her face, her gaze fixed on his window, her lower lip trembling as if she was trying not to cry.

He hummed, intrigued, moving forward, placing his hands on either side of her head, his long hair tickling the bare skin of her back and shoulders, making her gasp loudly, her body quivering all over in anticipation and uncertainty, fear and curiosity at what he was about to do.

"− I am, I believe, in his debt − he taught my wife how to suck cock so well −" He whispered quietly with a hint of dark mockery and threat, her lips parted wide in a quiet moan as he slid one of his hands under her stomach, parting her legs with his knee, forcing her to spread them in front of him, his mouth ran over her neck as his fingers sank into her leaking, soft, hot womanhood.

"− but did he fuck you good? − hm? − did he know your weaknesses? − your most sensitive points? −" He murmured, her whole body breathless, her buttocks bucking up towards him and rubbing against his hard cock, moving to the rhythm of his fingers as their tips dug into her tender skin, trailing around her bud, teasing her once in a while, his hand all sticky with her juices.

"− fucking answer me − he fucked you with his fingers 'till you mewled his name? − 'till you begged for his seed? −" He growled, crushing her with the weight of his body, his other hand clamping down on her neck, careful not to overdo it though − she whimpered loudly, writhing beneath him as he quickened his pace, running his fingers over her puffy slit again and again, leaking from her fluids, his fingers invading her fleshy folds with a loud, lewd click, his aching manhood hitting her buttocks.

"− yes − he's gained experience with whores and servants before, just like you −" She hissed out, her breath caught in her throat as his fingers tightened harder around her neck, his two fingers forced their way inside her, stretching her tight, hot, wet walls with sure, deep pushes to which her hips responded greedily with rocking, meeting him halfway.

"− shameless whore − maybe I should care less about your pleasure, hm? − fuck you so that you cry out in pain −" He threatened, and she laughed, struggling to catch air, her lips parted wide, her eyelids clenched.

"− objects do not know fulfilment or disappointment − love or hate − do what you want with me −" She breathed out, her eyes opened, releasing a wave of tears that ran down her cheeks, seeing this he slid his fingers out from inside her and let go of her neck, quickly untying his breeches, for some reason furious at her words, his nostrils twitched dangerously in accelerated breath.

His thumbs spread her folds wide to the sides, allowing the fat head of his cock to force its way inside her with her loud moan of surprise, his one, brutal push was enough for him to thrust deep into her with a sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.

"− listen − that sounds like disappointment to you? − like hatred? −" He sneered, panting loudly, placing his hands on either side of her head again, his knees spreading her thighs wide so that he slid fully into her, bucking his hips, his thrusts violent, sure and deep, each time his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a loud click of her moisture.

"− fuckin' leaking − all thirsty for my cock −" He gasped, feeling her muscles squeeze him tightly in pleasure, his face sinking into her soft, fragrant hair, his hands in some subconscious, natural reflex found her breasts, caressing and kneading them between his fingers, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.

"− ah −" She cried out innocently, girlishly − he stifled a low groan hearing that sound, accelerating his pace, opening her slick cunt wide on his cock again and again with brutal, quick thrusts, his mouth sliding down to her neck, clamping down on her skin, sucking her so painfully hard that she hissed, grabbing him helplessly by the hair.

"− I promise you that when I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit up tomorrow − your stomach and womb full of my seed −" He growled out into her ear, his breath caught in his throat as her hands found his, clenching on his fingers, entwining them together, her hips responding to his thrusts so eagerly that he struggled to restrain himself from coming just yet.

"− don't stop − fill me, please, please, please −" She mewled so loudly and sweetly that he lost control completely; he could feel the sweat trickling down his back from the exertion, one of his hands slid down her stomach, giving her pearl a few encouraging strokes from which her whole body quivered.

"− good girl − say my name −" He muttered with his face pressed against her soft hair, no longer controlling his movements, his hips slamming into her involuntarily, aggressively and quickly, no longer sliding out of her, chasing his own fulfilment, her walls clenched against him greedily, sucking him inside, wet and hot.

"− Aemond, fuck me, fuck me, f-fuck −" She whimpered and that was the end of it, from her lips came sounds of pleasure and relief he had never heard before, sweet, girlish, innocent, vulnerable, he felt her moisture trickle down her thighs, soaking him all over, her core throbbing hard in fulfillment, giving him wonderfull squeeze.

He gasped loudly, letting go at last, coming so hard inside her that it went dark before his eyes, his fingers tightened on her body to make sure she wouldn't escape him, their bodies writhing in convulsions, overwhelmed by how intense the fulfilment was, slapping against each other.

"− oh gods −" He mumbled, stroking her smooth shoulders, breasts, hips, thighs with his large, rough hands − he felt as if the scent of her body, her hair and her moisture had completely overwhelmed him, filling his lungs and his head. He closed his eyes, panting loudly with her, only realising after a moment that the fingers of one of her hands were still entwined with his.

They lay like that for a moment, trying to calm themselves, his lips finding her cheek, neck and shoulder, placing hot, lazy, wet kisses on them. He heard her sigh softly, her words like honey to his ears.

"− I want to taste you now −"

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Aemond Taglist:

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[legendary-69420]

Confessions Pending 1 : The Late Night Show

Chapter 17 : Part 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

The bright lights of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon studio beamed down on the stage, the iconic skyline backdrop shimmering as the live band played an upbeat tune. The audience was already loud, the energy buzzing through the air like static before a storm.

And the storm, of course, was Mark Spencer.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy grinned into the camera, “I’m so excited because joining us tonight — two of the hottest names in Formula 1 right now , The Fastest and Finest men of Ferrari — please welcome Mark Spencer and Charles Leclerc!”

The crowd erupted. It wasn’t just cheering — it was full-on, feral screaming. Signs with “MARK MARRY ME”, “CHARLOU FOREVER”, and “CHARK IS REAL” waved wildly in the audience. A group of fans even had cardboard cutouts of both drivers’ faces on sticks.

Mark strutted out first, dressed in a sleek black button-up left scandalously unbuttoned just enough to hint at his chiseled chest, paired with tailored black trousers and rings glittering on his fingers. His hair was effortlessly tousled, and the moment he stepped on stage, the audience’s volume doubled.

He grinned and blew a kiss.

Right behind him, Charles walked out, wearing a dark green suit that brought out the sharp green flecks in his hazel eyes, a simple black shirt beneath it. His smile was a little bashful, but there was a lightness to his step — a spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there for weeks.

Jimmy gave them each a big hug as they settled onto the couch.

“Okay,” Jimmy started, gesturing to the audience, “what the hell? You guys brought the entire internet fandom here tonight!”

Mark smirked, leaning into his mic. “What can I say? I make people feral.”

The crowd screamed again, and Charles laughed, shaking his head.

“Dude, it’s insane,” Jimmy grinned, pointing at a sign. “That one says 'Mark, please crush me with your thighs.’”

Mark snorted. “Honestly, fair.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin.

The Chemistry and the Stolen Glances

Jimmy dove into the conversation, asking them about the season so far, how it felt to be teammates, and the infamous rivalry-turned-whatever-the-hell-it-was-now between them.

As Mark animatedly told a story about nearly knocking over a trophy at a post-race celebration, Charles found himself watching him more than listening. The way Mark’s hands moved as he spoke, the slight rasp in his voice when he laughed, the effortless charm in every damn word.

He wasn’t subtle about it either. Every time Mark laughed or leaned toward Jimmy, Charles’ eyes flicked to him, a fond little smile tugging at his lips.

The audience noticed too.

Twitter was already imploding.

The Clip From the Past

“Okay, okay,” Jimmy grinned. “So, your relationship has… evolved. Like, everyone noticed. Social media’s going nuts. There are entire TikTok pages dedicated to your beef, bromance, whatever this is now.”

Mark grinned. “Ah yes, the circus.”

Jimmy laughed. “But — I dug something up. Our producers found this clip from about a year ago when you, Mark, did an interview and someone asked you to describe your relationship with Charles. Can we play that?”

The screen lit up behind them.

Clip: A reporter holds out a mic to Mark, who’s wearing sunglasses and looking like he hasn’t slept in days.

Reporter: “Mark, if you could describe your relationship with Charles Leclerc in one sentence, what would it be?”

Mark smirked in the video. “A house.”

The reporter beamed. “Awww—”

Mark cut him off, deadpan. “On fire. Lots of screaming, structural damage, someone is probably gonna die.”

The audience roared with laughter.

Back in the studio, Mark groaned and covered his face with a hand, grinning.

“Man, I used to be so savage,” he chuckled.

Charles was doubled over laughing, wiping a tear from his eye.

Jimmy was wheezing. “I want that on a T-shirt.”

The Acting Career Talk

“Now, Mark,” Jimmy said once the laughter died down, “I gotta talk about this — you’ve done some pretty incredible short films and indie projects before you jumped into F1. Most of them, honestly, were beautiful ML—uh, male-love-male films.”

The audience cheered at that.

Jimmy continued, “Dude, you’re a damn good actor.”

Mark smiled, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks, man. Yeah, I kinda grew up around the arts. Did a few short films, one where I played this angsty musician who fell in love with his best friend. I actually won a little indie award for that one.”

Charles nudged him with his shoulder. “He was incredible in it. I cried.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you actually watched that?”

Charles shrugged, smirking. “Maybe.”

The audience aww’d, and Jimmy grinned. “This is better than reality TV.”

The First Kiss Conversation

Jimmy leaned forward. “Alright, let’s get a little personal. Mark — first kiss story. Gimme the tea.”

Mark chuckled, crossing his legs. “Ah man, my actual first kiss was at, like… nineteen? Yeah, nineteen. It was in a club in Monaco. Super random. Some guy came up to me, asked if I was into dudes, and before I could finish my drink, it happened.”

The audience whooped.

Jimmy laughed. “Did you at least get his name?”

“Not a chance,” Mark grinned. “I was drunk, and he disappeared into the crowd like some kind of lip-locking phantom.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head.

Jimmy turned to Charles. “And you?”

Charles smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Pass.”

The audience booed playfully, and Jimmy groaned. “C’mon, man!”

Charles just smirked. “Some secrets are better left untold.”

Mark leaned over with a grin. “It’s fine, I’ll get it out of him later.”

The audience lost it.

More Chaotic Moments

They played a game where Mark and Charles had to guess random items blindfolded, leading to Charles shrieking when he touched a fake spider and Mark threatening to throw a lemon at Jimmy for scaring them.

They also read out thirsty fan tweets.

Jimmy: “Alright, Mark — ‘@spencershusband96 says I want Mark to suplex me through a table and then make out with me while the table’s on fire.’”

Mark burst out laughing. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t.”

Charles was cackling.

Jimmy: “Charles, yours says I just know Charles gives good forehead kisses.”

The crowd aww’d.

Charles smirked and winked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” ______________________________________________________________

Jimmy grinned into the camera, eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief only late-night talk show hosts possessed.

“Alright — we’ll be right back after a short break! And when we return, we’re putting these two through The Fast Five! Don’t go anywhere!”

The crowd erupted, cheers blending with the band’s playful outro tune as the screen faded to commercial. ______________________________________________________________

DIviders by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more & @omi-resources

[etrangeres]

4/12 is M27's Anniversary!

Happy “Shinichi and Kaito are canonically cousins” day.

And congrats to Gosho for finally getting the idea that had been rattling in his head out in the open.

(Shounen Sunday Issue 22/23 2024) The secret no one knows about KID… It’s a relief to finally talk about it (lol).

But that got me wondering…I know this topic’s been brought up before, but how often? And when it was, how did he answer it? It’s kinda hard to actually find info the further back you go, but after a little digging I have an interesting list.

1) vs Kaitou Kid Manga Compilation (2004)

Published in 2004, this is an otherwise pretty straightforward omnibus of what KID cases were out at the time. Apparently, though, it’s within this volume that Gosho comments “実は秘密の深い理由がある” (There’s actually a deeply secret reason) when asked about their resemblance.

I am in the process of attempting to acquire this volume myself, so I’m curious to see if there’s anything more to it than that.

EDIT APR 17: I finally got the book in! There are four cases recorded in this book, and between each case they spend about 3 pages on “Conan vs KID Secrets.” Between the third (Twilight Mansion) and fourth (Air Walk), the theme of the “Secrets” corner is their relationship. Though it goes on to speculate that Toichi is the one that taught Yukiko magic (because it had not been hard confirmed yet) and mention each series’ mysterious organizations, the opening page of this corner talks about their similarities.

After the blurb speculates that Shinichi and Kaito might be distant relatives, there’s a comment from Gosho:

世の中には自分とそっくりな人が3人はいるって言うからね(笑)。まあ、一人のまんが家がそんなに違う主人公の顔を描けないって理由も確かにあるけど(笑)。実は秘密の深〜い理由が…お楽しみに！！

They do say that there are three people in the world that look like you, after all (lol). Though it’s also true that one mangaka can’t really draw their protagonist’s face all that differently (lol). But there’s actually a deeply secret reason… Look forward to it!!

2) Super Digest Book 30 (2003) & Super Digest Book 40 (2006)

Putting these two together for ease, because they’re mostly pretty short. Most SDBs have rapid-fire interviews with Gosho that are sometimes over 100 questions long.

First is SDB30.

Q11: Why do Shinichi and KID look alike? (新一とキッドはなぜ似ているの？)

A: I… I can’t say. (lol) (い･･･言えない。(笑))

Since SDB20 didn’t have a Q&A, and most KID-focused questions in SDB10 were just about KID being there at all (and one about him knowing Conan’s identity, but we’re not here to talk about that), there’s honestly not much to gleam from this question either, except noting that it was before his comment in the vs KID compilation.

SDB40 is a little more interesting, though.

Q7: Are KID and Shinichi actually relatives? (キッドと新一って親戚なんじゃないですか？)

A: BADUMP (lol) (ドキッ(笑)。)

The reply is meant to invoke a heartbeat, like from being surprised or startled - or caught in the act. This’d be amusing on its own, but this isn’t the only question he answers this way. There’s a decent number of them, and they fall into three main categories.

◉Category 1: Shenanigans

Q54. Eri’s cat, Goro, was actually modeled on your cat Kaito-kun, right?

Q59. Are you actually the boss of the Black Organization?

Q66. Are you happy?

Q87. Have you ever felt like wanting to end Detective Conan?

◉Category 2: This Actually Happened

Q2. Were Shuichi Akai and Akemi Miyano lovers? (Vol 58)

Q31. Is Eisuke Hondou actually Rena Mizunashi’s younger brother? (Vol 58)

Q52. Toichi was the magician that taught Yukiko the art of disguise, right? (hard confirmed Vol 55)

Q64. When is the London arc happening? (Vol 71)

◉Category 3: Who Knows?

Q10. Will we be able to see Conan’s tears at the end?

It’s in this last category I probably would have placed the question about Shinichi and Kaito, in light of what came before. With hindsight, though, we can place it in Category 2.

3) Hayakawa Mystery Magazine (2011)

The June 2011 issue has a six page interview with Gosho in celebration of the anime’s 15th anniversary (and the release of M15, Quarter of Silence). Though the topics jump from Gosho’s own love of history to his feelings on Detective Conan, we’re only concerned with this one answer:

…Perhaps because Kaitou Kid was designed as a main character first, he and Shinichi Kudo resemble each other. (怪盗キッドの方が主役として先に発表されていたせいか、キッドと工藤新一は顔が似ている。)

Gosho: “Their resemblance is not just from my drawing habits, but because there’s a secret background. There’s no way someone that similar just exists. (lol) As for why they look like, look forward to it, I suppose.” (「似ているのは執筆順のせいばかりではなく、裏設定があるからなんですよ。あんなに似ている人がいるわけないじゃないですか（笑）。似ている理由については、お愉しみに、ということで」)

This might be one of the most concrete answers he’s given to this question, largely because he also addresses the issue of his art style.

4) Interview in Singapore (2016)

Gosho featured as a panel guest at the November 2016 Singapore Writer’s Festival, during which he held a Q&A via interpreter. It is at this same interview that he point-blank reveals approximately three and a half years before the manga gives hard confirmation that Akai and Akemi are cousins after a fan asks him about it, but that is neither here nor there. Probably.

You can hear the question and response we’re concerned with at about 7:10 in this video. Some of the audio is definitely hard to pick out, but we can get the important bits.

Question: Is there a reason why Kaitou Kid and Kudo Shinichi look so alike?

Answer: ええ、それ？ちょっと、言えませんね。似てる理由はあります。(You want to know about that? I can’t really say. But there is a reason they look alike.)

Again, same answer. He’s nothing else if not consistent. It’s a smaller thing, but his delivery combined with the grammar (理由はあります。/There is a reason.) does make it sound like he wants to emphasize that it’s not a coincidence though.

BONUS: Kappei Yamaguchi’s Suspicious Comment

In August 2024, the fan event “Detective Conan Festival in Manga Kingdom Tottori” was held, featuring Conan, Ran, Kogoro, and Shinichi/Kaito’s seiyuus as guests. According to multiple fan reports of the event, Yamaguchi mentioned that he was told KID had a “secret backstory” when he was offered the role. A few reports also mention everyone holding their breath when he said as much, so it seems many people jumped to similar conclusions on what that statement might mean. I can’t begin to guess what motivated Yamaguchi’s comment, nor am I sure if it’s even safe to assume this is even about the cousins thing. But at the bare minimum, to him it must have meant something in the wake of M27.

Final Thoughts

This might not be every time the issue was brought up, but this is what I was able to find after some digging (and some painfully specific Japanese searches to get me back to a believable source).

The phrase 裏設定 (ura settei, translated as “secret background” throughout) often just refers to background info that is never mentioned in a concrete way in the work itself, but motivates the decisions that happen within it. In Yamaguchi’s case, perhaps it was just referring to the events of Magic Kaito as KID’s 裏設定 within Detective Conan. It’s difficult to apply that meaning to other uses of the word throughout this, though, like Gosho’s use of it in the Hayakawa Mystery interview.

So while I’m not sure what to think about Yamaguchi’s comment, I do think it’s entirely possible Gosho has at least considered the idea for a while, even if you could argue that he wasn’t always necessarily committed to the idea.

He probably committed to the idea at least by 2011, based on the concrete nature of his statement in Hayakawa and the emphasis he places in the Singapore interview. Regardless, I think it’s funny that he’s always been kinda evasive about the question that, in Gosho’s weird way, always indicated there might have been something more.

[babbling-babull]

Forced Soulmate AU

Danny Fenton and Sam Manson enter the ghost portal shell together when Tucker dares them to both go in. A single entity leaves, a ghost named Nightshade.

Nightshade has snow white hair that falls to their neck and glowing green eyes, and wears a black and white hazmat suit with a circle on their chest. They look at Tucker and call his name as if unsure if its really him, their voice has an eerie echo, like two people talking at the same volume at the same time.

As they reach towards him a ring runs across their body, leaving Sam and Danny desperately holding onto one another. They look at each other for a while, almost seeming to have a conversation without words.

Other things @itshype and I decided for this AU but I couldn't find a way to put into this little story snippet

1). They have to be within arms reach of one another to transform, or it hurts both of them and the transformation isn't nearly as powerful

2). They feel empty when not in close proximity to one another, because their ghost, and thus their souls, have fused together.

3). Their ghost form has traits of both of them, both personality wise and appearance wise. Most traits meet halfway.

4). If they are apart long enough Sam and Danny start to get ill.

5). The Manson Parents are a bit more supportive of Danny in this AU, as Sam's Physical Wellbeing is tied to Danny, and vice versa.

6).When Vlad tries to clone Danny and takes from Nightshade to do it, it makes Ellie Sam and Danny's daughter.

7). They always know in what direction and how far away their other half is. in addition they have telepathy between their human forms, and just between them.

8). Nightshade has all of Phantom's powers, as they are half Phantom, but Sam brings in portals, hypnosis, and fire, amongst whatever else people want to add.

@hdgnj @evilminji @hypewinter @radiance1 @spidori @lolottes @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

[oneatlatime]

The Crossroads of Destiny

Strap in folks it's finally finale time!

I'm getting a bad feeling from the 'previously on' segment.

*gasp* Song's bird horse!?!?!

Toph gets some serious speed with that earth tongue walking.

Ty Lee's flattery gets less and less subtle. I get the feeling that a lot of Azula's more worrying tendencies could have been curtailed if someone had stuck her on stage as a child.

Is Zuko taller?

The cuts between these scenes are getting ridiculous. Some of these scenes are maybe 15 seconds long.

Zuko knows what's up. He and Iroh have teamed up on that particular fire breathing party trick before.

"It's time I face Azula." Buddy. No.

"You're so dramatic." POT. KETTLE. BLACK.

The last time Iroh and the Aang Gang teamed up, it was also against Azula. She has a way of uniting enemies.

The longer I stare at this the more I giggle.

"Good inside him isn't enough. Why don't you come back when it's outside him too, ok?" Congratulations to Sokka for articulating one of the fundamental human truths. Intentions can go take a hike when all that's visible are actions.

I love that! Iroh says he brought someone along in a tone that very much implies that he asked for help from a friend! Then you go outside and see he kidnapped a dude! And then they just leave him there!

I see your fake meditation. No one as rotten inside as this guy actually meditates properly.

The Dai Li be like

Katara? Why are you ripping into Zuko? Why is Season one bitchy Katara back? I don't want season 1 bitchy Katara to come back.

"No offence." "None taken." Iroh loves his nephew, but Iroh knows his nephew.

The one time Iroh's advice is explicitly solicited is the one time his advice is corny crap. That sucks.

Ba Sing Se is a tel? That's neat.

Hey Toph? Now would be a great time for that new metal bending trick of yours.

Avatar inadvertently validating my fear of subway grates.

I know this is life or death serious and all, but isn't the Sokka and Ty Lee dynamic cute?

MOMO!

This episode's thesis statement boils down to "what happens when you cancel arts programs and theatre kids don't get a chance to monologue in controlled conditions."

Honest question: Is Azula actually so deluded to believe that Divine Right of Kings crap she just spouted, or is she saying what the Dai Li needs to hear to side with her? Usually I think everything out of Azula's mouth is a calculated statement for manipulating others, but the way the show framed that monologue makes me think she actually believes what she's saying.

This conversation between Katara and Zuko, aside from showing that Katara is as capable as Sokka at sticking her foot in her mouth, is actually showing Zuko's growth well. So many of the things that he waves away with an "it's ok" are things that would have made him explode back in season one. It's about time he redefined that scar of his too.

"Aang! I knew you'd come!" "Uncle! The fuck?" Zuko truly has a way with words.

Hey Iroh maybe save your heart to heart until after you've exited the prison?

Wait so this episode is named after Zuko's arc? It's Zuko's destiny this finale is dealing with? Poor Aang's not even the main character in his eponymous show's season finale? Dang.

What was I saying about waiting to chat until you're outside the prison?

So every word out of Azula's mouth here is definitely a lie. She doesn't need Zuko at all. She's got a whole army and already has possession of the throne. What does she need with someone she considers to be an inferior firebender?

Father's love? That guy who burns off faces? The audacity.

"You are free to choose." Is it really freedom of choice if choosing the answer Azula doesn't want to hear ends with Zuko in a crystal cage?

Gotta say I'm intrigued by how quiet Zuko's being for this whole episode. Compare it to the volume of his confrontation with Azula at the Spa place at the beginning of the season.

This is so awful. This is so skin crawly. This is so going to end badly.

Toph can turn doors into ping pong balls. I like that. And what does she need Sokka scouting for Dai Li agents for? She can sense people for miles.

I love the line read on the "I'm not leaving without Bosco!" But does this guy really think he's in a position to make demands, after all the stuff he's ruined in the last, what, two days?

This is a cool move. Full body air bitchslap.

Katara cut her hair! That's kind of like what she did to Pakku with the ice disks.

How has no one been knocked out yet? Everyone in this fight should have at least 5 concussions by now.

I don't know what to make of it, but when Zuko says "I have changed" he sounds more calm and confident than he has all season.

I love the dynamic between Sokka & Toph and Mai & Ty Lee. Everyone involved knows they're second string and no one's really that invested. So they're all kind of chill.

I don't know what's going on in this fight, but Zuko is far too talented and Katara and Aang are both going down too easily.

And this right here is why this fight is only going to end badly for Aang. As soon as Azula's tired of playing, she'll call in reinforcements. Aang doesn't have those.

I hate Azula so much, which means I'm very annoyed to say that she and Zuko actually make a good fighting team. Did they practice drills together or something back in the day? They way they tag out and back in, and exchange fights, flows so well.

Jesus

Crap ok

She nerfed him in the power up sequence! That's not allowed!

So help me god if the writers hook these two up after pulling this crap I will riot.

Iroh could have been helpful if he'd been there earlier. Guess it takes a while to break out of crystals. Although I do like the detail that he stops fighting as soon as Aang and Katara are out & safe.

I was wondering why the magic water was randomly brought up earlier after disappearing for the entire season. I figured it had been lost in the desert with the rest of the stuff on Appa's saddle.

I'm so sorry, but the way Aang's arrow flashes once to confirm that Katara's saved him makes him look like an external USB device confirming successful connection.

I'm loving how immediate the regret from Zuko is. Proof that he has learned over the last two seasons.

"The Earth Kingdom... has fallen." AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT? This King rubs me the wrong way. Consistently.

I'm fascinated by the fact that they managed to securely transport a bear on Appa's back.

Final Thoughts

Poor Aang has been demoted to secondary character in his own show. This finale was all Fire Nation.

Well done Azula. No matter which way you look at it, she won. If Azula was the main character, this episode would be the crowning glory series finale.

Sokka and Toph spent the whole episode running around putting out fires, only for five more to spring up in their place. I honestly don't know how they and Appa reconnected with the rest of the Gaang to fly out at the end. There's this feeling the whole episode of being consistently one too many steps behind, and I think it's most obvious in their incessant side quests.

Poor Katara went through about seventy billion emotions this episode. I take back my anger at her bitchiness. She deserved a vent session, although I don't think Zuko quite deserved to be the recipient of it. But he took it well.

Congratulations to Zuko for falling backwards into the only right choice for all the wrong reasons. This episode was only going to end with Azula victorious. She recruited an army and successfully executed a coup without breaking a sweat - that is not a level of enemy that Aang and friends has ever faced before, and not one they can realistically win against. Like with Long Feng, this is not a threat you can hit. You can't bend at ideologies and loyalties.

Zuko was going to end this episode siding with the Fire Nation as a free man, or in Fire Nation custody. This way, someone with an actual semi-functioning conscience now has access to the upper levels of the Fire Nation. This could be really interesting.

To be clear, I fully believe that Zuko chose to side with Azula because he swallowed her offer hook, line & sinker. For the guy who invented "Azula always lies" he sure does fall for her lies a lot, especially when she's saying exactly what he wants to hear. I believe Zuko believed her about getting his honour back bla bla bla, chose to follow her because of that belief, and has already realised at least some of what she said was lies by the end of the episode. Which is promising! It looks like there's potential for a Zuko mole next season!

I'm worried for Iroh. Firelords who burn their children's faces off with no shame don't strike me as the type to shy away from executing their brothers.

The Aang fakeout death at the end was not remotely believable unfortunately, mostly because kids' cartoons don't ever pull a Psycho and kill the nominal main character half way through. It probably would have freaked me out if I'd seen this episode as a kid though.

Azula hitting Aang during his power up sequence was inspired. A very well done subversion of expectations, which finally validates my frustrations with the concept of power up sequences in general. Few things bug me more than the mooks politely waiting their turn while the good guy does a quick wardrobe change.

So... is the war over? The Earth Kingdom's fallen, the Southern Water Tribe have been functionally out of the game for a while now. There's only the Northern Water Tribe left, which are only still standing because of a Hail Mary that I very much doubt Aang can pull off twice. So is next season's focus going to be defending the Northern Water Tribe from a final Fire Nation push? I think that's the only place that isn't conquered by the Fire Nation in name at least. On the bright side, this means the Gaang won't be returning to Ba Sing Se. Good riddance. I hate that place.

I've never seen a show with a finale that focuses so intensely on the conflict of someone other than the main character. I don't really know what to make of this episode. I think I liked the one before it better. To be clear, everything that happened made sense - characters were in character, events unfolded as expected (if you handwave an elite force of earthbenders preferring a 14 year old over their seasoned leader), but something about this episode is just a bit boring to me. Maybe they telegraphed it too hard in the previous episodes? I don't know. I'll have to chew on this one a bit.

[up-the-bracket]

The Killing Time, Unwillingly Mine: Chapter 1 Notes

The first chapter is up! If you haven't read it, I'd recommend doing that before reading this, but there are no spoilers here. I just want to delve a little into the some of the thoughts surrounding the historical I had while writing.

Victorian London was famously dirty, I fear. And incredibly stinky. Lee Jackson writes:

“Thoroughfares were swamped with black mud, composed principally of horse dung, forming a tenacious, glutinous paste; the air was peppered with soot, flakes of filth tumbling to the ground. […] The worst types of filth, solely in terms of volume, were human excrement; mud on the streets; and ‘dust’ (cinders and ash from coal fires)”

This was in part due to a rapidly increasing population (during the 1800s alone London grew from a city with one million inhabitants to six million) and an ever-growing industrialisation. And yes, livestock were kept and slaughtered within the city. Imagine the amount animal waste this produced. Waste production simply multiplied due to the increased production necessary to sustain the urbanisation.

It was pretty hard for the Victorians to reconcile that London was so incredibly filthy – considering the Victorians invented sanitary science. Metropolitan dirt was seen as a harbinger on moral decay; filth implied social disorder and festered immoral habits.

Often when we see Victorian London on TV it’s always high society and pretty. I promise you, even the upper-class ladies and gentlemen had to walk through the muck and mire.

The city of London spent a good deal of the latter half of 1800s dedicated to finding ways to clean its streets.

Source: Dirty Old London: The Victorian Fight Against Filth, by Lee Jackson.

During the 1890s male fashion eased slightly. Coordinating three-piece suits (also called ditto suits) were worn widely throughout society. Shirts were stiffened with starch, sporting high standing collars. Neckwear ranged from cravats and narrow bow ties to ‘modern’ ties. Bushy beards and sideburns fell out of favour and men started sporting close-clipped, short beards (which is why I gave Jayce his beard).

Women's fashion loosened as well. Gone were the big bustles and ultra-stiff stays, Women opted for skirts that fell naturally from the waist but big skirts, leg-o-mutton sleeves, and high-collared shirts were still popular. Women often wore shirts and skirts for day wear, and of course more elaborate evening dresses.

Source: Fashion and Family History: Interpreting How Your Ancestors Dressed, by Jayne Shrimpton

For Lest, I was partially inspired by the clothing of the character Trixie in the TV series Deadwood, which is set in the 1870s – in particular her black-and-white striped socks.

I really dug up my uni notes from four years ago for this:

Love between two men wasn’t illegal, per se. The ’crime of sodomy’ was abolished in 1861 and within the upper-classes at least, there seemed to be a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy when it came to relationships between men.

But really, it was more so an understanding that sex outside of marriage was illegal. All sex outside of marriage was deemed pathological and sick; even the term heterosexual was used for men who had a ‘sickly desire’ for sex without reproductive purposes. Equally, many sex acts we see as ‘normal’ today were seen as unreasonable; oral sex was for example deemed a purely homosexual act. Illegal were acts that were understood as immoral and as a ‘perversion of human nature’; i.e.  the Christian notion that the ‘seed’ (ew) of life should not be wasted.

The 1800s in general was a time where sex and sexuality were being defined and categorised for the first time. Terms like hetero- and homosexual weren’t used as identities either (like we do today); it was used as a way to describe the act of sex. The term homosexuality itself didn’t really come into circulation until 1890. Men who liked men likely described themselves as ‘inverts’ and the term ‘Uranian’ was used and spread by a group of British and American poets who advocated for the naturalness of male companionship and intimate friendship by using various allusions and themes from ancient Greece.

“I am the love that dare not speak it’s name” is from one such poet – Lord Alfred Douglas – and is from his poem Two Loves. Yes, Viktor & Jayce flirt by reciting homoerotic poetry at one another. I don’t make the rules.

If you've read this far: thank you! I hope this was entertaining and a little interesting, as well.

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 4

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Jazz guided Jason through the halls to the library, it seemed to be in a different wing of the castle from where the living spaces were. When they reached a split between a hallway and a set of stairs she hesitated, placing a hand on one one of the banisters and turning to face him. She looked at him considering before nodding to herself and picking up her skirts to go up the stairs.

"We'll take a shortcut over the wall, because you're death-touched you can safely breathe the air without it overwhelming you with intense emotions and obsessive behavior." She said absentmindedly to him as if air that could cause such things were normal.

"Uh, glad for that then?" He said following her. She opened the door at the top of the stairs and strode outside, not even glancing at the absurd sky.

It was eerie to say the least, swirling Lazarus and emerald green with purples and blacks making the sky look like an oil slick. He expected the air of the dimension that contains all the afterlives to be colder, but it was pleasantly warm with a gentle breeze blowing by. If he closed his eyes he could imagine standing on a hill watching the clouds go by. On one side of the wall they were atop was a courtyard containing plants that Ivy would drool for, it was nearly as overrun as her greenhouse.

He noticed one of the towers had what appears to be an observatory, though he wasn't sure what besides doors, floating islands and general terrifying shapes they would see through it. "What's with the observatory?"

She glanced at it and gained a fond smile on her face. "That's Danny's. He always wanted to be an astronaut but circumstances prevented that. That telescope can connect to any telescope in our home universe. Even the ones in deep space. He's going to IRU right now for aerospace navigation. There's a dimension he was hoping to spend a couple years in before he has to take the crown that has intergalactic space travel as the norm." She seemed to light up when she spoke of her brother, obviously proud of him.

"Wait, Danny's who you're Regent for? Not a son?" Jason wouldn't have minded if she had a kid kicking around, but to find that the kid he met earlier is the future King of Everything In-between was surprising.

"Oh, yes, Right, I'll explain everything I can once we get to the library, it's just through here." Once inside again, she took brisk steps forward to doors directly across the hall. "Here we are, my favorite spot is just this way."

They stepped out onto a second floor balcony of a three story high library. Books spanned from floor to ceiling in a room the size of a small stadium. Shelves and tables made from a purple wood polished to a shine. Deep red velvet seats on all the chairs and couches in each of the reading spaces. Jason stood flabbergasted at the sheer volume of books present. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see a conspiratorial smile in teal eyes. "I had the same reaction when I first came here. Come on, my favorite spot to talk is this way."

They made their way to a corner of the library that had a pair of chairs, a tea table between them and a small fireplace, lit with a ghostly blue flame. They sat and she looked at the fire, then at him, then back at the fire and sighed heavily. She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts before she spoke.

"Once upon a time there were three scientists in college who wanted to build a portal to the 'Ghost Zone' as they called it so they could study an research entities they referred to as 'ghosts'. Their definition being that any entity that produces, metabolizes or consumes the substance ectoplasm is a 'ghost'." She paused here, clasping her hands together and looking down at them. "There was an accident, I'm not going to go into too many details for now, but just know that one of the scientists became something more than human. The first of his kind in a millennia, a statistical improbability. Some things happened and he believed that he lost the only woman he could ever love to the man that caused him to become something other than human, to become partially one of the creatures they sought to capture and experiment on.

She glanced up and stared into the middle distance, remembering. "Twenty years pass and the two other scientists are now married with children. They've had a lab in their home since they graduated college at the top of their field in ectoscience. They have a daughter and a son, both are born ectocontaminated though they don't know for years later. They've been working on a new portal, this time bigger, large enough to fit a car through." She laughs lightly. "I remember coming down and shoving granola bars and thermoses filled with soup when they were on work binges, determined to get 'just a little bit more done Jazzy-pants, then we'll go to bed'" She gazed wistfully at the fire. "They usually did once they finished whatever food I brought to them, not wanting to have a repeat of the last time they left something with old food in it and it gained sentience and mass enough to chew a few hazmat boots."

She seemed lost for a moment before she cleared her throat. "Sorry, um, where was I?" She blinked before raising a hand up pointing at the ceiling. "Right, the portal. So they spent a good decade start to finish on it. It was going to be their crowning achievement, but when they plugged it in they saw some sparks, but nothing else happened." She folded her hands together on her lap. "They left for a weekend. Went to search for some cryptid they had been meaning to go find for years, but had put off to work on the portal. I was in charge for the weekend, a thing I was used to from whenever they were on design binges. Danny had his friends over and I was in my room studying. I had my headphones on, I don't even remember what band was playing, and I think I was working on chem homework?" She shook herself from the thought. "Anyway, there was this power surge, I remember just thinking that I was mad that it happened right during my favorite part of the song and I was singing into my pencil. When the lights went out, I had the usual expected dread in the pit of my stomach, but something felt especially frightening in this moment. I didn't have time to dwell on it, shaking it off as just being paranoid. I was more concerned with getting my music back on after that. I should have realized something had happened." She tightened her hands until the shook, pale knuckles stood out.

"I'm not telling you details, but there was another accident with a portal, this time it was Danny. He became something more than human. He became the second halfa in a millennia."

"Halfa?"

"Yes, Half human, half ghost. An anomaly, a myth, a statistical outlier. He walks the line between life and death. He will have many titles once he takes the throne, and one of those will be the Balance."

"Damn, that's a lot to put on a kid. How'd that happen?"

"I found out all of this second-hand mind you. I may have known his secret when it all happened, but he didn't know I knew yet."

"How'd he hide suddenly having powers? I don't expect he had particularly good control over them at first, I know several supers who didn't."

Jazz hung her head in shame. "I was too deep in my own head at that point. I was neck-deep in research on how to parent troubled teens because while I missed all his slips for power usage, I did not miss his decline in grades. Especially when the chemistry teacher approached me about the fact he kept 'dropping' equipment." She held up air quotes. "Turns out not being able to control tangibility can cause mass amounts of property damage, who knew?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"So basically, the original halfa guy from earlier managed to gain wealth and power using his powers in increasingly shady ways. He also grew obsessed with my mom and blamed my dad for turning him into a halfa. He wanted revenge. He invited us all to a college reunion where he found out about Danny. Things happened and they became nemeses with Vlad wanting Danny to denounce our father and become his son with my mom at his side. You're allowed to say ew, it was very ew for a long time." She laughed at his scrunched up face. "Anyway, he finds out about ancient ghostly artefacts that are supposed to give the user unimaginable power, and finds out where they are. He finds out they are locked away with the former King of the Realms, and he expects to be able to just grave rob the ruler of the Infinite. He manages to get the Ring before Pariah wakes up, and somehow manages to escape back to out home dimension. All ghosts flee the Realms through the most stable portal available; the one in my family basement. This causes alerts to go out all across the town and my parents put up defenses for people to huddle under during everything. Some stuff happened and it ended up leading to Danny taking a suit our parents had built and defeating the former King Pariah Dark and sealing him away in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.

"Infinite Realms Law dictates that if the leader is defeated in single combat, and the combatant continues after said encounter, then they are to be crowned High Royal and any family members gain royal titles as well. Danny is, however, too young for his classification. He is too young by human years, he must be twenty-one for that, and too young for halfa standards, he must be a halfa for a decade. He won't be of the majority for at least another five years, and then he must have it on the following solstice. Until that time, he is High Prince and must work on learning leadership and combat skills." She gazed calmly at him, resigned for her brother's fate.

"So how'd you end up Regent?" She sighed and closed her eyes, shoulders dropping.

"We had a council for a while, the Council of Ancients, new and old working alongside the Observants. It worked for a little while, but something happening in my home dimension was causing issues. You see, the ghost problem in our town after the portal opened became a pretty big issue when property damage resulted in the thousands and you can't bill the dead. Danny was doing his best to fight off as much as he could, but he wasn't trained and was very new to his powers. It didn't help that our parents were shooting at him while he was trying to save people." She grumbled and Jason's hands tightened to fists.

"What do you mean they shot at him?" He asked as evenly as he could. He could feel the tinges of old hurts coming to the surface. A Batarang to the throat.

"They never hit him, he dodged every time. They didn't know it was him. They thought it was just a ghost, and to them, all ghosts were evil. They had a lot of bias in the majority of their research, but as soon as they found out who he was they immediately changed tack. They had Danny stay at Vlad's for a weekend, which was it's own can of worms, while they disarmed the house and set everything to ignore his ecto signature." She looked thoughtful. "Apparently Vlad wasn't a complete jerk that weekend either, Danny told him what they found out and Vlad, worried for the second of his species, actually helped him through some emotions and helped him train some. I think it's what started on his redemption actually."

Jason breathed out heavily letting his rage dissipate. "You keep saying 'the second' instead of the 'the only'. There are more?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, yes, there's Ellie and Dante. Ellie is my younger sister, she's a clone of Danny Vlad made, and Dante is an evil alternate timeline version of Danny and Vlad that fused together and is inhabiting a clone of Danny Vlad wasn't able to pull into consciousness." She let him digest that for a moment.

Jason choked out a laugh. "Man, and I thought my sibling situation was weird."

Jazz's eyes narrowed, appraising him almost like a predator eyeing prey. "Hmm. We'll discuss your family situation later." She cleared her throat gathering her thoughts. "Anyway, so the property damage led to the government getting involved. More specifically a branch known as the Ghost Investigation Ward or GIW for short. They were founded on the first research papers my parents produced which were heavily biased against ecto-entities on a whole. They were extremely prejudiced against ghosts.

"They started out as a nuisance. Someone easily distracted by getting their suits dirty or faulty equipment. Then the Anti-Ecto Acts were ratified. Then they got bolder. They paid my parents a fake amount of money to buy the house as-is with the portal. They planned to send a nuke in to destroy the Realms believing it to be full of horrendous monsters. Thankfully the nuke was a dud model and someone definitely got fired that day in ordering. But after that they just started to get worse and worse. They were starting to go after anyone who pinged on their detectors, which were just getting more and more precise as time went on.

"Here's the thing about Amity Park, my hometown. It was founded by witches fleeing the witch trials. It sits at the crossing between ley lines, and it's always been a spot that the veil was thin. Ectoplasm would leak through natural portals that popped up from time to time. Add a stable portal to the mix? The entire town was now ectocontaminated. They were now classified as liminal. They were now death-touched enough that they pinged on the GIW's equipment. They began raiding people's homes, accusing them of harboring ghosts. Danny's entire home room got taken in for questioning one day, they had set up little interrogation rooms like a blood drive in the gymnasium." She chuckled darkly. "They got so close so many times, too many times." Her left hand clenched into a fist.

"My parents found out about Danny when the raids first started. He'd decided it was time to come clean because it was only a matter of time before they came knocking at our door. Thankfully, they came while Danny was at Vlad's and they never had the guts to storm the billionaire's house. I managed to avoid detection by wearing a Specter-Deflector and my parents were always in their hazmat suits so they didn't ping either. Things got worse, Danny had to beg the Council to make an edict to not come through the portal for the foreseeable future.

"It didn't work, various beings saw it as a challenge. They began to lose faith in their future ruler. If he couldn't protect his little town and the people in it, how was he supposed to protect them? It was a common sentiment. It was something I grew tired of hearing during one particular fight." She stared at the blue flames of the fireplace, not seeing the flickering light. "Danny was down. Mom and Dad and Vlad were fighting together to both capture the ghost before they could do more damage and stop the GIW from capturing another ghost to experiment on and dispose of. The ghost was the fourth one that week spouting the same bullshit." She spat the word out like a curse, growling before looking into the middle distance with sad eyes. Softly, she spoke, "There was an explosion." She blinked, coming back to focus. My parents were down. My youngest siblings were now fighting. I made a decision." She squared her shoulders and tightened her jaw, determination filling out her features. "I had been helping Danny study to become King, I had read up on all the important laws. I took the Specter Speeder to the council chambers. I stood before them and declared as the eldest and therefore heir and head of the Nightingale family, the Royal family, and that I was at the majority for my classification, I would be taking the title of Regent until Danny reached his majority. I took the Crown and the Ring and my own suit and went to the fight.

"I told Dante and Ellie to get Danny and go, there was nothing that could be done for our parents. I subdued and contained the ghost and then beat back the GIW until they were at the borders of Amity. Then, using power I had just gained, I pulled the entire town into the Infinite Realms." She held out her hands, gesturing to the general vicinity.

He sat with that for a moment. "Wait, wait wait, you're just gonna skim over the fact your parents died?"

Jazz's eyes hardened. "Never." Her eyes glowed yellow for a moment and her hair seemed to float a bit when she said the word. "I just met you, and it's still a sore wound, I'd rather not get into it if that's alright with you." She held herself rigid as if expecting him to press the issue.

"Whoa, it's okay, nevermind, touchy subject, I get it. Most people I know have their parents as a touchy subject. Especially dead ones." He kept his posture open, slouching a little to show he didn't mean to pry.

She hummed thoughtfully, appraising him once more. "So, I told you my story, earlier you told me some of yours. I think that's enough sharing for one day. I don't know about you, but I am very tired. If you like, you may stay here. Just ring the bell on the mantle and Jeeves will be here to assist you. If not, I'd be glad to walk you back to the guest rooms, they are down the hall from the family rooms." She stood and waited for his response.

"Um, yeah, let's walk back together. I had a couple questions about some of the books in my room?" They walked and talked together as they made their way towards the bedrooms. They parted ways with a promise to read the same book and give each other feedback on it in a week.

"Well, this is me." He said awkwardly indicating the hall his room was in, hers was in the opposite hall.

"Yup, I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to see you tomorrow, I have a full day up until dinner, but I'll see you then?" She looked inquiringly at him.

"Yeah, definitely! See you tomorrow!" He said and turned down the hall. He jogged until he got to the door, opened it and then leaned against it falling to the floor. "Okay, so I may not have entirely screwed this up, but man, she's been through a lot already. Do I want to add my shit to it?" He thought to himself, spiraling until he was clutching his hair. He growled and stood up, then stalked towards the bed and flopped down on it, back first this time.

"I mean, I might be stuck here, so would my baggage really matter that much?" He laid there for a moment before deciding to get ready for bed. Once laying down again, he kept thinking of all the different ways he as a person could fuck this or her up if he pursued a relationship. He worried himself to sleep that night.

[learnastrowallura]

Gender of the Planets

Note: this post will present the conditions necessary for planets to have a more masculine or feminine expression; it has nothing to do with an individual's gender. Also this is worded in a black and white manner just to help you understand the concept better. The source of this information is the book Ancient Astrology in Theory and Practice: a Manual of Traditional Techniques, Volume One: Assessing Planetary Condition by Demetra George.

I prepared some example for you guys to follow and hopefully be able to apply the knowledge in your own charts as well. Enjoy <3

Masculine energy/expression is initiative, quick to act, welcoming of change

Feminine energy/expression is receptive, takes her time and is resistant to change

The Masculine and Feminine Planets

Masculine planets: Sun, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn

Feminine planets: Moon and Venus

Most actually consider Mercury to be a neutral planet; I am going with Masculine.

Now to figure out which expression these planets shift to, while taking into consideration their essential gender, we will look at the following conditions:

1. Zodiacal signs:

Masculine signs: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius (fire and air signs)

Feminine signs: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces (water and earth signs)

Masculine planets act more in accordance with their basic nature when in masculine signs (Mercury in Sagittarius)

Feminine planets do the same when in Feminine signs (Venus in Pisces)

Masculine planets when in feminine signs (Mars in Taurus) do not operate so well and vice versa (Moon in Aquarius)

2. Solar phase (morning or night):

A planet is considered to be more masculinized when it is rising before the Sun, and becomes more feminized when it is following the Sun:

Pisces Venus example: (before, masculinized)

Sagittarius Mercury example: (after, feminized)

3. Quadrant:

This one is pretty simple. If the planet is between the Ascendant (ASC) and midheaven (MC), or between the Descendant (DSC) and Imum Coeli (IC), then the planet is more masculinized, otherwise it is more feminized.

By applying this we can see that the Pisces Venus in this chart is more masculinized in this way, and that the Sagittarius Mercury becomes more feminized.

Demetra also mentions Celestial Latitude; however, I do not know a lot about it so I decided to not include it in this post.

So you see, we started out with Mercury, a Masculine planet, being in the sign Sagittarius, a Masculine sign; this tells us that Mercury is in its element here and is able to express its masculine well, which would indicate that the native is the type to be an active and fast communicator. But then when looking at the solar phase condition we determined that this particular planet is of the evening phase. In other words, that it does not rise before the Sun; this caused Mercury to become more feminine. And then when we considered the Quadrant condition, we found that Mercury was in the second house therefore between the ASC and IC points, this leading the planet to become more feminine as well. So do not judge by Zodiacal signs only!!

Feel free to reach out if u need help with applying this knowledge on ur own chart!!

Thank you for reading <3

Masterlist

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[magentacat]

I had a weirdest dream.

RWBY: the Movie, but directed like those late 2000s/early 2010s adaptations.

By that I mean the movie itself tries to cram as much plot as possible into the 90 minutes runtime (say, volumes 1 through 3), and the point-of-view character is more of a secondary character (Jaune) through which we see the main characters (Ruby and co.).

What's weird is that I even pictured the visuals.

It would have started with Jaune as a kid being bullied by everyone at his village for being half-faunus (his mother side, hare). His dad tries to cheer him with the tales of huntsmen and huntresses, but the stress of an entire village gets to him, so he runs away to become a huntsman and be more for his family's sake.

Cut to the classical montage of visuals and music intro of movies from that period, with a cover/remake of 'This Will Be the Day' that focuses more on the battery than on the singing.

The visuals themselves are Team RWBY in their trailer fights, only hyper saturated in a way that they were more like flat colors silhouettes with only small break (Ruby was all black and red, Weiss white and silver, Blake black and white and Yang gold and black).

It's all quick cuts between all four, gaining speed between the cuts until they're interrupted by the big bold letters of "RWBY: the Movie". Then those get smashed by Team RWBY jumping to the side in a team shot, followed by teams JNPR and CFVY, Penny and Sun, finally cut to black to display the in memoriam for Monty Oum.

Plot wise, the first act is teams RWBY and JNPR (without their names or teams formed yet) learning the ropes of Beacon academy, with Team CFVY being some sort of 'the ace' for the academy. At first Ruby and Jaune are antagonistic, with the 'teams' heading to a fight until they're interrupted by two giant grimms attacking Beacon. They learn to work together and all it's good.

Second act is a crimewave by Roman and the White Fang, but it's revealed none of the White Fang are faunus and they're posing as such to cover their tracks. Ruby meets Penny and Jaune meets Sun, with both teams converging in a fight with Adam and the fake White Fang (forcefully revealing Blake is a faunus and ex-member of the real White Fang).

In the end it's revealed that it was all a distraction and the real deal was an all out assault (Fake Fang and a wave of grimms) on Beacon. Big fight again, with Team CFVY joining in and showing off. In the middle of it, Ruby, Weiss, Jaune and Pyrrha make their way through a literal wall of grimms into the main building, witnessing Ozpin dueling a hooded woman (and getting thrown out of a window).

Final fight is with all four tag teaming the hooded woman, with Red Like Roses in the background. They're overwhelming her until she lands an arrow to Pyrrha's heel, which makes Ruby's eye glow and she goes berserk, blitzing the hooded woman so fast it looks like she's in four places at the same time, forcing her to escape.

Jaune saves Pyrrha's life by discovering his semblance (a plotpoint of the movie), and Ozpin appears again. He explains that what happened was in order to uncover a secret in Beacon Academy that could either save the world, or set it on fire.

Movie ends with a ceremony where Teams RWBY and Team JNPR becoming official and running off the academy's entrance for a wide team shot.

So, yeah. My dreams are weird like that.

[eatingtitanfood]

Okay so I'm gonna make this pinned post wtv of fics I wish to work on in the future cause I have not stfu about it and been in a big mood to write fics again but also low-key still in a writers block

Dandadan: Been a fan before the animated series and rn currently have 6 volumes but idk if that's enough where it's appropriate to start writing for this series

Black Clover: published Black Clover prologue 2/8/25. Haven't started writing chapter 1

Jungle Juice: Need to get a bit more further on this one. I have some sort of idea what bug abilities Y/n should have but I'm still debating about it and how it's gonna be used

Special Civil Servant: Very early on this webtoon and since I don't have coins to catch up on the series I gotta wait but rn I'm not sure what exactly should be Y/n powers

Sonic: Not sure if this one should be based on the comics, series or games so still thinking on this one

Attack on Titan: Been wanting to do a fic on this one awhile but have no clue where or how I should start lol

MHA crossover with MegaMan StarForce: Don't wanna go too much but i gotta catch up on the game first

Fire Force: Been wanting to work on this one a long ass time but been in writer block hell but I think i sorta know what to do. Will change certain things but it won't change the whole story hopefully

Welcome to Demon School Irume-kun: I HAVE A FULL PROLOGUE FOR THIS BUT IDK WHY TF IM NOT WORKING ON IT ARERRRGGGGG

Delicious n dungeon: Really wanna do this one badly but I need to get back on the show/manga aaastrrggggh

I'm pretty sure that's it and jeeeeezzzz I got a lot to work on 💀i think the reason why I wanna write these fics so bad cause I love the characters in these series and would have a blast writing Y/n interacting with them asaaa I need to get better at my work schedule

Also all of these will be various x reader so yes there will be romance cause I'm a addict for that lmaoo

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Meatball Night

It was Meatball Night for me and the new roomie, his first since getting here. He's on the go constantly, and today I had a dentist appt, my yearly cleaning, and stopped at GroceOut on the way home to grab the last of the things we needed. (Aside: Eggs were $12/doz for mediums, they were $7/doz for large on April 2 when we were there last.)

I used beef, lamb, and hot italian sausage (pork), a pound of each. Finely minced onion, garlic, and red and yellow bell pepper, with the Italian breadcrumbs, grated parmesan, four eggs and a cup of water. You combine the veg with the breadcrumbs cheese and the eggs and water, and let that sit and absorb the water.

When it has absorbed the water, tear your different meats into chunks and get in there and mash. if you have a large capacity stand mixer, go for it. My trusty old KSM-90 isn't big enough to handle the volume, so I just get in there and squish. It's gonna be ridiculously gooey and messy so have fun with it.

This time it was 44 smallish balls in the batch. Here they are raw:

And after 30 mins at 350:

Just set 'em aside while the sauce cooks:

Chopped onions/garlic, the rest of the red and yellow bell peppers and brown creminy mushrooms, sliced. Saute the veg in a generous amount of olive oil. Once the onions are about clear, and the peppers are still bright, add a can of diced fire-roasted tomatoes, and two cans of tomato sauce, and 2/3 of a quart box of Beef Stock. Throw in a can of black olives if you like 'em. Cook all that down for about an hour and a half until the oil has emulsified, and the sauce has thickened. Like so:

Serve over the Pasta of Choice in this house, Linguine. The twirler's pasta. If you're a twirler, you know. Spaghetti? pfft. Amateur. Linguine...it's flat...the discerning twirler's choice.

And a splendid time was had by all. Yeah, I should've gotten a cheap loaf of french bread to make into garlic bread, but truthfully, the $12 eggs shot a hole in my grocery-gettin' groove. And now my EBT has $3.83 left on it until May 1.

I feel so goddamn liberated, lemme tellya.

But the freezer will be fulla meatballs and the fridge will have a vat of imminently stretchable red sauce and linguine is still cheap. There's a 10-lb reserve of dry pintos, 7 lbs of rice, I've got 15 pounds of flour, plenty of yeast, butter and milk, and enough of the three sugars to last a couple weeks.

We may be broke, but I'll be goddamned if we're gonna starve.

[rose-tinted-vision]

Rose's favourite fics

(in no particular order)

part 2 here

Apparently I've linked about 50 fics so I'm sorry, I'm not going to add all the summaries for these fics.

Blue Lock

For Blue Lock I'd recommend checking out smallghosts and explorerseel8's profile

pride hath no place by vani_em (NagiReo)

raison d'être by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

Take Five by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

truth or drink by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

AITA for “abandoning” my best friend by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

fall forward/spring back by nagireo (NagiReo)

as long as I'm with you by okonomiyakein (NagiReo)

Player 2 by explorerseel8 (HioRin)

Kuroko no Basuke

Please read literally everything by umisabaku

A Kinda Sorta Fairy Tale by Lys ap Adin (MidoTaka)

But I Lived by exuberant_imperfection, kate882 (MidoTaka)

Designation: Miracle (series) by umisabaku (KagaKuro, KiKasa, AkaFuri, AoMomo, MidoTaka)

as small as a world by umisabaku (MidoTaka)

in the liminal darkness by 100demons (MidoTaka)

Haikyuu

(the sad thing is that I read a ton of Haikyuu and KnB fics before I got my ao3 account so it's a slow journey finding all my fav fics again)

I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (BokuAka)

I'll give a bouquet to these unending days by sparksandsalt (BokuAka)

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau (BokuAka)

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau (BokuAka)

video games and gold rings by gnomeo (KuroKen)

Ear to Ear by darkmagicalgirl (AoFuta)

Yaku and the Beanstalk by Mysecretfanmoments (YakuLev)

One Piece

For my fellow ZoSan fans: literally everything by Hazel_Athena, Harubo, 8ball, donutsandcoffee and three_days_late are worth checking out

More Ace-centric: Dezace and stormy1x2's fics that make me Feel Things

Wanted by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Disoriented Envy by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Can you hear me now? by Alexis_C (ZoSan)

Learning to Listen by three_days_late (ZoSan)

this, at least by adietxt (ZoSan)

come on, come on (turn a little faster) by donutsandcoffee (ZoSan)

Late Night with Sanji Black by Harubo (ZoSan)

Love's First Blush by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

they said love is reaching blindly at a pit full of snakes by summermidnights (ZoSan)

Complex Buddies by threesipsmore (ZoSan)

you and me somehow by losingcontrolnow (AceSan)

Cryptid Sightings Volume #1: Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace by Dezace (Gen, Ace-centric)

Spades On-Screen by stormy1x2 (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

whatever you can still betray by midnightluck (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

Hide the Knives by SrirachaBunny (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

The Wanderer by MaiKusakabe (Gen, Badass!Marco)

Genshin Impact

For Genshin, I'd recommend heartslogos and smallghosts

Burgeon by gloomyparfait (HaiKaveh)

Forget Your Name (Replace it with mine) by princesscas (Thomato)

the purest form of water by eversall (XingYun)

to be unbroken and brave again by magicities (XiaoVen)

Chonghua's Layered Frost by pureofheart_rareofpair (XingYun)

cloudburst by smallghosts (XingYun)

keep the caffeine away from kids by shynkai (scara-centric, slight HaiKaveh)

The Verdure and the Puppet by kimekosu (Gen, Nahida & Wanderer)

truck, barter and trade by Seungshi03 (Established HaiKaveh, them raising Wanderer)

James Bond (Craig movies)

I remember really liking anything by Jen, skylights, scioscribe, pdameron, and opalescentgold

Memos from Q branch by AviaCarter (Gen, background 00Q)

Sic Pravis Magna by blackidyll (00Q)

ordinary, everyday things by pdameron (00Q)

Dramatic Arts by scioscribe (00Q)

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (00Q)

[deadbeatbirdmom]

My favourite moments from Justice League x RWBY Part 2, as 30 screenshots:

(Most of these were posted back in October when I was talking about what I liked after first seeing it, but thanks to @strawberry-seal77 I realised not everyone interested in seeing screenshots from that movie would have seen that post, and this time there's a minimum of my rambling)

Starting in Vacuo:

Sisterly love. Also Bumbleby moment 1: they're totally holding hands behind Yang's thigh.

I love how Ruby's just resigned to Yang shoving her head out of the way.

Blake ready to get a padlocked door open.

Gambol Shroud ready too.

A slash and a kick and BAM! Breaking and entering 101 by Blake Belladonna.

Bumbleby moment 2: a wink and a finger gun = blushing Blake.

Newly arrived on Earth and Yang notices something is missing from her girlfriend... aka Bumbleby moment 3.

Poor Blake does not approve of missing cat ears. Same, Blake, same.

Blake's hand on her shoulder makes Yang pause.

Also known as Bumbleby moment 4: Blake being a supportive girlfriend.

Sisterly love again. Aww. Hugging it out.

Ruby giving Yang some reassurance.

Two Grimm learning not to mess with Yang. Especially when Burn is charged up.

Yang: on fire but not actually screaming. Just a battle cry.

If Grimm had the sense they'd run from Yang when she's like this.

Catching Wonder Woman's fist mid punch.

A possessed Wonder Woman I might add. That's really Kilg%re Yang's punching.

Sending possessed!Wonder Woman flying.

And through at least two trees.

Checking on Ruby after she got hit by possessed!Wonder Woman.

Worried Yang.

Expressing concern again.

Silver eye reflecting Yang, a neat mirror of what happened in Volume 9.

Good news: they got Kilg%re out of Wonder Woman.

Bad news:

There's a reason why that grin isn't normal for Yang...

Kilg%re creeping out Blake. Also not on one of these pics: Bumbleby moment 5 when Blake tells Kilg%re he could never fool her while pretending to be Yang.

Weiss: "You can't have her!"

Black Canary catching Yang after they get Kilg%re out of her.

Blake and Weiss supporting Yang while she recovers from having Kilg%re in her head.

Yang very much unimpressed with Watts.

Victory celebration, with the second Bees kiss on camera (Bumbleby moment 6)

And I've finally hit the image limit on a tumblr post. That was the end of them though.