#I personally like this cause its like we have moon goddesses

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Heyy if your dark hours are still open…👀👀 would you mind sharing your thoughts about yandere Ateez concubine harem…? Or perhaps any harem that you can think of because I’m very much into this topic🤭🤭🤭

You know what? Today I wanted to be affectionate with you, damn bunnies, and spoil you with tenderness and sweets, but you just provoked my dark side with all these requests, didn't you?

So change of plan, bunnies; we're going down the dark and rough road. I love yandere's concubines, Ateez. God, can we think of anything more seductive and more dangerous than that? From now on, you should send me such requests more often, bunnies. Feed this demon within me.

You entered the palace as the wife of the new emperor. His fourth wife. His glittering war trophy.

When war came, your world was changed beyond recognition. Flames and ashes consumed the luxury and grandeur of the palaces, and the jewels turned to dust, leaving only you, the Ice Princess of the Northern Mountains.

Your life was made of crystal and your heart was made of ice stronger than diamonds, and it was this cold and lunar beauty that caused you to be forcibly married.

Yes, you may have entered the palace as the Emperor's wife. But you were a nobody within the high walls of the palace, just a sad reflection of past your greatness.

Everyone knew that the Emperor had a large harem, not counting the three older wives, but what really surprised you was that it was not only made up of girls, but of young men as well. There were eight of them. Each one more beautiful than the last, each one unique and unrepeatable.

Until one fateful night, you had never met them or seen them in person. It was a lunar festival, and you were its queen. Dressed in silk and the finest translucent tulle, as if kissed by the moon goddess herself, you sparkled and attracted the attention of everyone around you. Everybody, but not your husband. He didn't even look at you, brushed you aside as if you were an annoying mosquito, and sent you off to talk and smile at the guests while he went off to fuck another beautiful concubine.

And then, for the first time in your life, you had a meeting with the concubines of his other harem. And your world was turned upside down for the second time in your life.

It was love at first sight, a fire that burned through his veins and poisoned his mind. And it was all because of you. It was your fault that Wooyoung couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't laugh, and couldn't live. All of a sudden, his whole world was reduced to you and your heavenly, icy beauty. He passionately wanted to melt that ice, make you beg, squirm, and moan as he fucked you unconscious and painfully, filling you with his sperm and marking you as his property.

The only thing Wooyoung ever had in his life was his beauty. He grew up in poverty, living on scraps of food and the small amount of money he was able to pick up from the dirt. That is, until the day the current emperor, who was still a prince at the time, came upon him in one of the alleys, on the run from his guards. Wooyoung's dark fox eyes captivated him at once, and as if he had fallen under his spell, the emperor brought him back to the palace to be his concubine.

Wooyoung was a greedy concubine; there was always something that was not enough for him. He wanted to swim in luxury, to drown in gold and silk, to have diamonds, and to own the whole damn world. The best should be his, and so it was; the emperor gave him everything and more that Wooyoung had a desire for. And now you were in his sights. He wanted you so much that it ate him up from within and almost drove him mad, greedily and viciously, in the most horrible way in the world.

Yes, Wooyoung was greedy, and if he had to kill the Emperor to get you, he wasn't going to think twice about doing it.

One look at you could bring him to his knees. He would crawl to you like a pet if you commanded him to, and that desire was stronger than the hatred he felt for the whole of the world. You could tame his wild temper, and Mingi would want nothing more than for you to straddle him and ride his cock day and night, tearing the skin from his back and shoulders, choking him, and biting him until his will was broken. Mingi was uncontrollable and capricious, passion and fire raging in him, burning everything in his path, but your element was ice, burning him harder than hell itself.

Once upon a time, Mingi was a warrior, one of the great generals of his country, until the war came and destroyed his entire life. It took everything from him—his will, his family, his home. Yes, the war had taken everything from him except for the poisonous rage and the dark, vicious passion that was boiling in his veins. He was brought to the palace in chains like a slave, and that very night the Emperor took him by force and made him one of his concubines. This only made him bitterer.

Mingi was venomous and aggressive, biting and scratching until he bled, but you, you did something to him—you forced him into submission by your very presence, without him even knowing it. The wild, unbridled storm inside of him became the icy surface of the lake, soothing and healing. And Mingi wanted peace. He wanted the touch of your icy hands on his heated skin and cold kisses on his lips. He wanted you.

What is passion if not a flame that is a destroyer of all things on its way to its goal? And Mingi was full of fire to burn this damn palace to the ground to take possession of you.

He was sin clothed in a human body, debauchery and lust embodied in an image of heavenly beauty. The whole of Seonghwa's life had been nothing more than a constant stream of sex and an endless series of lovers. He could not get rid of this feeling; it was like frost on his skin. This constant, painful need was scratching him from the inside out. But when he saw you, all his thoughts were focused on you—on your pure, untouched skin that he wanted to lick and bite, on your slim waist that he wanted to squeeze as he fucked you continuously. On those red, seductive lips that would be simply amazing when wrapped around his dick. It was you he wanted, and for the first time in his life, Seonghwa wanted you to be the one. He didn't want anyone else, only you. 

Before he entered the palace, he was one of the most sought-after whores in the brothel, famous for his devilish beauty and his languid, cat-like gaze. There was a line of people waiting for him, and Seonghwa was more than happy to accept them all. He was insatiable, wanting to fuck anywhere and anytime, trying the most sinful and unusual things. He was a real slut. But when the emperor heard about Seonghwa and visited his brothel one day, everything changed. Suddenly, he was no longer just a whore; he became Imeretar's concubine.

Seonghwa's hunger could not be quenched, and one partner would never be able to cope with it. But here you are, pure and radiant like an angel, beckoning him with your immaculate beauty. You were stronger than his dark, insatiable demon of lust. He wanted to corrupt you, to make you like him, and to make you dependent on him, just as he had become dependent on thinking about you.

It is said that whores don't know how to love, but they know how to desire. And there was enough darkness in Seonghwa to consume and destroy the world; to possess your purity and chastity. Then let the world be plunged into darkness until you are alone with him.

Yeosang had never been interested in anything at all. The world was too boring and dangerous for him. He could never care less about it. If he could, he would stay safe and comfortable in his bed for the rest of his life. You were different—distant and cold, but with an inexplicable thirst to live. You wanted to see all the things around you, to experience the cultures and the art. The world was interesting to you, and that was a source of irritation to Yeosang.

Everything about you was fragile and exquisite, and the fact that you didn't see it was what made Yeosang so angry. Don't you see, little butterfly, the world is terrible and dangerous. You would be much better off with him in his bed, far away from anything that could harm you in any way. Perhaps you would finally understand that you shouldn't run away from the safety and comfort of his bed if he were to break you. If that helped, Yeosang would want to destroy you and fuck your little curious brain until you thought only of him. He would spend hours warming you with his dick, days kissing your cold lips, and smothering you with his attention and love.

Yeosang was always aware that one day he would be part of the emperor's household. He had been prepared for this since he was a child, pampered and protected from the whole world, so that there would not be a trace of dirt on his silky, snow-white skin. Always waiting for the Emperor to visit his chambers and warm his soft bed, albeit temporarily. Yeosang almost never left his room, but like all concubines, he had to attend the Moon Festival. And that's when he saw his fragile butterfly. And like everything beautiful in this world, you were too easy to break. Yeosang wanted to protect you, hide you between his sheets, and shower you with care.

Yes, beautiful things broke easily, sometimes too easily—delicate butterfly wings, flower petals, crystal jewelry. But Yeosang wanted to see how the most beautiful thing in the world—human life—broke.

He wanted to eat you alive. Sinking his teeth into you and never letting you go, you awakened in him this wild, all-consuming hunger that he could not satisfy with anything else. You were the most delicious dish of all, and your taste was his only desire. San had always been a little insatiable, wanting more attention, wanting to love more, wanting to more sex, wanting everything this world had to offer him. It was never enough. You walked past him without even looking in his direction, the trail of your perfume settling on his skin and seeping into his body, poisoning him as you went. He wanted you to pay attention to him, to smile at him, to love him, to touch him. Oh, he would never let you go, he would fill you with his cum over and over again, and it wouldn't be enough for his taste. If he could, his dick would be in your pretty pussy all the time, so warm and delicious. He was in desperate need of you, he was hungry for you, and this hunger was all-encompassing.

Ever since he was a child, San had had a voracious appetite, always in need of a bigger and sweeter bite to temporarily fill the emptiness inside him that was growing with him. He had everything he could ever wish for; he had grown up in a loving and wealthy family with titles, but the dark hunger that plagued him was terrible. No matter what it was, he was always in need of more. So one day, when the emperor asked if he wanted to join his harem, San didn't hesitate to accept, but the hunger didn't go away.

You were the most delicious forbidden fruit of them all, and San was desperate to sink his teeth into you. He could almost feel the heavenly sweetness of you on his tongue, and it was driving him wild.

The sky could crash and burn all around him, and he wouldn't care, as long as you could fill him up and satisfy him.

There was no one in this world who could ever be like him. There was no one like Hongjoong. There was no limit to his pride and his greatness, and any praise You never praised him, you never sought his attention, and you were never enchanted by his sharp mind, his sweet voice, or his beauty, which could only be rivalled by the devil himself. And Hongjoong hated it. He hated how much he wanted your attention and your love. He wanted you to worship him, idolise him, and devote your whole life to him. He had to have you in all ways, even if those ways were darker than the night itself.Hongjoong wanted to see you in his golden bed, stretched out on the silk, while he was ravaging your body. He wanted to hear the endless moaning of his name as his cock tore apart the little cunt that was yours. He was in need of it, so much so that his whole body ached.

Hongjoong was a trophy of war, just like you. He was a real prince, who was supposed to be a king one day. His ego knew no bounds, and he was cruel and daring. Of course, the whole of the palace was conquered by the magnificent prince dressed in gold - all of them, except for you.

Yes, Hongjoong was a true prince, and one day he would overthrow the emperor and take his rightful throne, and like every emperor, he had to have his empress. You may not see him now, but the day will come when Hongjoong will be the only sunshine that illuminates your life. And he couldn't wait for it.

Yunho has never been the victim of jealousy. He has always been the recipient of praise and adoration, a constant reminder of how much he is loved. Yunho had no idea how jealousy could be. Or so he thought, at least.

That night, when he saw you in the light of the moon, he had hatred for the whole damn world. How dare he look at what belonged to him? He envied all those who could speak to you so freely; he envied all those who could pronounce your name; he envied his emperor, who did not appreciate your beauty and who humiliated you. Damn it, Yunho was jealous of the very air you were breathing. He desperately wanted to be him—to live inside you and melt into your skin. He wanted to melt into you without a trace.He would have loved to take you to his bed, to kiss every inch of your skin, to fuck you long and slow, and to shower you with compliments and praise. He would like to have you in his arms all the time, writhing and moaning with desire and need. For him, you are the only thing he needs in his life.

Yunho used to be just a servant in the palace. But he caught the Emperor's eye. That very night, he entered the emperor's chambers as his new concubine. Yunho knew about the others; he knew that he was not the only one, but that never bothered him; he was able to share the attention of the emperor. Except you. You were his own, and even the world was not worthy of seeing you.

It would be so easy to have the entire palace blinded, so that no one else but Yunho would have to see your celestial beauty.

Jongho was a man too proud for his own good. In his mind, it was beneath his dignity to pay attention to others and smile sweetly at them. Jongho was the spoiled, arrogant son of one of the most important palace officials, and when his father had the chance to get close to the emperor, he naturally gave him to the harem. But even so, he still considered himself to be better than everyone else, even Hongjoong, who was a prince in his own right.

Jongho was the one who first saw you, quite by chance, when he visited his father on the night you were appointed as the emperor's fourth wife. The Emperor was a real fool not to see how brilliant and magnificent you were—a real crown jewel. You were a symbol of power, strength, and might, an enslaved princess of a once great country, and a black flame of desire flared up in Jongho—he wanted to own you completely.

He wanted you for himself—your thoughts, your will, your body, and your life. He wanted you to sit by his side, to be covered with jewels, and to bear his children. It was easy for him to imagine his hand wrapped around your fragile throat as he fucked you into the mattress, you begging and moaning for him, wanting to be filled with his cum.

Fueled by his selfish desires, his fixation on you became increasingly harmful and dangerous.

Out of all the trophies in the world, there was nothing that was more attractive to Jongho than you. And on the way to what he wanted, murder was never a serious matter for him.

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The Internal Corrosiveness of Venus: Venusian Women & Self Harm

TW: self harm, abuse, suicide, violence, trauma

Claire had remarked that "Venus is internally corrosive whilst externally pleasant and Mars is externally corrosive but internally pleasant". This led me down a rabbit hole to try to understand whether this "internally corrosive" nature manifests as self harm & eating disorders and unfortunately, it does. Venusian women struggle with perfectionism and are extremely self-critical. Venusian energy is HARSH. Venus natives struggle to uphold a certain standard that they subject themselves too because if I'm being honest Venus is the OG "not like other girls girl", they believe they're better than others, and tbh in many ways they probably are but this also means they put undue pressure on themselves to keep being that way.

All Venusian naks are Ugra or "fierce" in nature and while I've talked about how Venusian violence and cruelty can be directed at others in my other posts, I think its worth mentioning how Venusians can be just as cruel to themselves. This is especially true of Venusian women as women internalise their problems while men wreak external havoc (like causing wards and killing people) but there are many male Venusians who struggle internally as well.

In ancient religions, Goddesses of love also had other functions or powers that had nothing to do with love

the Egyptian Goddess Isis was the goddess of love, healing, fertility, magic, and the moon. She was the goddess of life and magic, Isis protected women and children and healed the sick.

She was a great magician, whose power transcended that of all other deities.

The Mesopotamian Goddess Ishtar is the goddess of love and sexuality, and thus, fertility; she is responsible for all life, but she is never a Mother goddess. She is also the Goddess of War.

I'm using these examples to show that the ancients had a more complex and nuanced understanding of Venusian energy. One cannot worship love without understanding that "war" is a consequence of it. Love & war are not very different from each other. When someone believes in something and is willing to die for it, we find that to be very honourable. Sometimes this belief leads men to kill others over it and depending on the cause, we describe the war as "good" or "bad" (kill a bunch of fascists and then its a "righteous" war, if you kill innocent people, then its an unholy war etc). Being at a state of war describes Venusian nature very well since Venus is also connected to royalty and if you're born into royalty, you get to live a very "exclusive" very privileged life that few get to enjoy but the stakes are also that much higher since you could be beheaded or executed or exiled and live a life that is far worse than the average person.

In this post I want to explore how this "state of war" can manifest internally in an ordinary Venusian and contribute to self harm, eating disorders and drug abuse.

Bella Hadid- Purvaphalguni Moon & Rising

Bella has admitted to smoking since she was a teenager and getting a rhinoplasty at 14. Her pro ana Tumblr from when she was a teen is infamous at this point. She has never openly spoken about it but it is widely speculated that she struggles with an eating disorder and possible drug abuse as well.

“I was the uglier sister. I was the brunette. I wasn't as cool as Gigi, not as outgoing,” she said. “That's really what people said about me.” I also feel like Venusians grow up feeling really ugly and completely unaware of their magnetism. They only really grow into their looks when they're older (obvs there are exceptions) and I think being bullied for what they have and don't have are also big themes.

Demi Lovato- Bharani Moon

Demi has spoken about struggling with self harm, eating disorders and drug abuse.

Lovato said, “growing up, I had been bullied in school,” saying she “felt like an outsider," and "like an outcast,” but then she became friends with a girl who was popular. “One day, I asked her ‘how do you have all these friends?,’” Lovato noted, and the girl asked Lovato “do you party?" Lovato explained, "She asked me, 'Do you drink?,'" with Lovato saying that this was her first experience with drugs and alcohol, adding, “we experienced a lot of stuff together, drinking and using, and growing up.” Bharani being an outcaste nakshatra resulted in Demi feeling like one growing one :(((

Taylor Swift- Purvashada Rising

Taylor opened up about her eating disorder in her documentary

Lindsay Lohan- Bharani Moon

LiLo has struggled with self harm, drug abuse and battled eating disorders

Oscar Wilde, Purvaphalguni Rising wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray

The plot goes like this : An attractive Englishman's image is captured in a painting that keeps him from ageing, when he exchanges his soul for eternal beauty. But for every sin that he commits, his image in the portrait rots.

This is a very deeply Venusian story, and very specifically Purvaphalguni esque because Purvaphalguni is the height of Venus. It can be said that its also true of Venusians in general. They are outwardly splendorous, they seem to have it all together but inwardly they tend to be inflicting wounds upon themselves in order to keep it all together.

Johnny Depp- Purvashadha Moon

He has also battled eating disorders, self harm and drug abuse.

Iggy Pop- Bharani Moon

"THERE IS EXTREME, there is legendary — and then there is Iggy Pop. Beginning in his earliest days with the Stooges taunting Ann Arbor frat boys and small town Michigan folk, Iggy made an art of excess: self-mutilation, self-exposure and self-destruction. His risky theatricality required an audience to respond, participate or get the heck out of there. And the sex and violence hardly stopped after the show was over."- this is how Rolling Stone described Iggy Pop and tbh this is a very Venusian description

In 1974, at his first solo concert dubbed The Murder of a Virgin. "Do you want to see blood?" Iggy asked the crowd, which howled affirmatively back at him. Then, at Iggy's urging, guitarist Ron Asheton, wearing a Nazi outfit, whipped Iggy repeatedly. Iggy began hurling racial epithets at a black spectator, hoping to goad the man into stabbing him with the steak knife he'd brought onstage. No luck, so he closed the set by carving an X into his chest himself.

Marilyn Manson- Purvashadha Sun

He has struggled with self harm in the past (there are images online if you're interested) and in 2013, he tried to simulate self harm on stage by holding a knife to his wrist in the middle of a performance??

Christina Ricci- Purvashadha Moon

Ricci has said she suffered from anorexia as a teenager and was sexually assaulted as a child. “There was no discussion at that time about trauma, and about recovering from those things, about PTSD,” she said. As a result, she ended up “acting out and coping in ways that weren't good."

Robert Downey Jr- Bharani Moon, Mars in Purvaphalguni

its pretty well known that RDJ was severely addicted to drugs at one point and it started when he was a child and drugs was given to him by his dad:///

Megan Fox- Purvashadha Rising

"I have body dysmorphia — I don't ever see myself the way other people see me," Fox said. "There's never a point in my life where I loved my body, never, ever." "When I was little, that was an obsession I had of, like, but I should look this way,"

‘However, at a certain point, I went through some trauma in childhood and I developed a pretty severe eating disorder and manic depression, which runs in my family, so there was definitely some wrestling with chemical imbalance going on,’ she shared.

its interesting how so many of these natives begin struggling with these issues very early in life

Colin Farrell- Purvashadha Rising, Jupiter conjunct Ketu in Bharani

While he did not say that he had cut himself when he was younger, Colin Farrell had some self-inflicting behavior during his younger days. He spoke on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and said that he used to actually enjoy pulling out huge tufts of his hair. 

Pete Davidson- Purvaashadha Rising

'I used to bang my head against walls,' he admitted. 'If I couldn't deal with something -- if someone told me something sad or something I couldn't deal with I would bang my head against the wall, hoping I'd pass out because I didn't want to be in that situation because I couldn't handle that.

Melanie Lynskey- Bharani Moon

“I stopped throwing up, mostly. It took a while. But that was a big one. I had, for a very long time, been on this diet that was basically 800 calories a day, and if I ate anything over 800 calories, I would throw up,” she said. “I was never bingey. Sometimes I’d be starving, and I’d have another teacup of Special K. Then I’d be like, ‘Well, now I gotta throw it up.’”

Tila Tequila- Purvaphalguni Moon

On March 7, 2012, it was reported that Tequila had agreed to check into rehab after having reportedly "almost died" from an attempted suicide by overdosing on pills. The incident caused her to be hospitalized for a brain aneurysm. Tequila completed her rehab treatment on April 5, 2012.

Jeffree Star- Purvashadha Moon

images of him self harming once went viral

Till Lindemann- Purvashadha Sun

he's known for his SH scars and has even written poems about it in German??? its called "The poems: Knives on silent nights"

Portia de Rossi- Rahu in Purvashadha 2h

she's struggled with an eating disorder

Padma Lakshmi- Purvaphalguni Sun & Moon

"When filming "Top Chef," I consume about 5,000 to 8,000 calories a day,'' she wrote. "I typically gain anywhere from 10 to 17 pounds every season. Once I get home, what's taken me six weeks to gain takes me 12 weeks to take off. It's always a nail-biting extravaganza at fittings, praying that a few pretty dresses that came down the runway on a teenage model who is a size 0 will miraculously fit my 40-something body,'' she wrote. "Getting ready for the Emmys is always fun, and it's truly an honor to be nominated. But at the same time, in spite of my high metabolism, I worry each year that I'm not going to fit into anything nice. So, this year, I've decided my weight will not be my focus,'' she wrote. "If I need a bigger dress, so be it. That one day — or any day — on the red carpet isn't nearly as important as making sure my daughter doesn't measure her worth by her dress size."

i guess this is a more positive manifestation of Venusian self image struggles

Jessica Alba- Bharani Stellium (Sun, Mercury & Venus)

“I was meant to feel ashamed if I tempted men,” she said. “Then I stopped eating a lot when I became an actress. I made myself look more like a boy so I wouldn’t get as much attention.”

Katie Couric- Purvashadha Sun

“I wrestled with bulimia all through college and for two years after that,” she shared with Lovato while interviewing her, per Glamour. “I know this rigidity, this feeling that if you eat one thing that’s wrong, you’re full of self-loathing and then you punish yourself, whether it’s one cookie or a stick of gum that isn’t sugarless, that I would sometimes beat myself up for that. How do you have a healthy relationship with food, and say, ‘You know what, I can have one cookie and it’s OK?’ That is such a huge thing for people who wrestle with this.”

Zayn Mailk- Purvaphalguni Moon

 In his 2016 autobiography, Zayn, he shared it would sometimes cause him to go two or three days without eating a single bite of food. “Something I’ve never talked about in public before, but which I have come to terms with since leaving the band, is that I was suffering from an eating disorder. It got quite serious, although at the time I didn’t recognize it for what it was,” he wrote. “When I look back at images of myself—before the final tour—I can see how ill I was. The workload and the pace of life on the road put together with the pressures and strains of everything going on within the band had badly affected my eating habits. Food was something I could control, so I did.”

Zoe Kravitz- Purvaphalguni Moon conjunct Ketu

“I think it was part of being a woman, and being surrounded by [fame],” she said. “I think it was definitely about being around that world, seeing that world. I felt pressured.” After playing an anorexic character in a movie, she hit her lowest of lows and was so malnourished that her immune system shut down. Months later, she decided to make a change. “I just felt it was different,” she said. “I don’t know… if a f—king spirit came over me and said: ‘You have to stop.’”

Mel C, Purvaphalguni Rising

"When I was in the Spice Girls, the stress of suddenly being thrust into the limelight led me into an unhealthy relationship with food and exercise,” she told The Mirror in 2012. “I became obsessed about what I ate and I cut lots of food groups, like carbs and protein, out of my diet. I survived on fruit and vegetables and little else.”

Nicole Scherzinger- Mars conjunct Rising in Purvaphalguni

"I really struggled with feeling like I fit in. I even had a hard time feeling like I fit into my own skin. I was really hard on myself and had a lot of struggles with self-esteem and a lot of insecurities,” she said. “Later on, that resulted in me having eating disorders because of my body dysmorphia.”

if you're reading this and struggling, you're not alone. please get help!! its not too late to turn things around!! youre so strong and you can do this!!

[katsona-the-katsequel]

ALRIGHT, BREAK'S OVER. TIME FOR...

P3 Q&A (Part 1)

The epic world of Persona 3 is filled with mysteries that only lead to more mysteries. The familiar P3 characters will answer any questions you may have!

Shuji Ikutsuki (from now on "🤓") and...!

Aigis (from now on "🤖").

🤓: So, here we have me, the leading expert on shadow research and Chairman of Gekkoukan High and...

🤖: I am an anti-shadow suppression weapon, and we will answer all your questions. However, Ikutsuki-san...

🤓: Hmm? What is it, Aigis?

🤖: I believed you fell from the observatory and died.

🤓: Don't be rude, Aigis. This me is a commentator character for the Q&A, not the me in the main story. So anything can happen if I comes back to life, and my personality is a little different. I hope you don't worry too much about that.

🤖: Ah, our personalities are different... so, please stop making puns.

🤓: (Says a pun)

🤖: Ah.

🤓: Ah, Aigis...she wasn't the type of girl to click her tongue like that...

🤖: Ah, enough with the nonsense, let's get started. Otherwise, this 5-barreled Medusa will start breathing fire.

🤓: Hmm, if a bullet like that hits you, it's terrible, so it can't be helped, just kidding.

Well, let's ask a question!

Q: So, what is Nyx's true identity?

🤓: To explain, we must first tell a story. In the distant past, there was a gigantic, celestial-sized lifeform that was floating dormant in space. This lifeform, also known as the "star eater," one day crashed into Earth, where life had just begun to emerge. The probability of this happening must have been one in hundreds of millions, or even trillions. This was the first contact between life on Earth and Nyx.

🤖: Was Nyx born in space? How is it possible that the Earth would not have collapsed in that state?

🤓: The matter that makes up Nyx exists under different laws from the physical laws of Earth. However, the impact of the collision was still intense. The shock caused the pieces of the broken Earth to become the Moon, and Nyx's vibrational spirit resided on Earth, while her physical body resided on the Moon. The problem was with the spirit. The vibrations emitted by Nyx's spirit were enough to negate all life on Earth and nullify it. Naturally, the creatures on Earth, who instinctively desire life even though they were primitive, resisted the vibrations of death. As a result, the creatures on Earth evolved explosively and acquired weapons to fight against Nyx. This was the shared information domain of all life on Earth, commonly known in psychological terms as the "collective unconscious."

🤖: But... why would it be a weapon? Was it defeated by some kind of supernatural power?

🤓: No, no. Life on Earth had sealed the spirit of Nyx within its collective unconscious. The driving force behind this suppression is the power of "repression'' that comes from the fear of not wanting to die or being afraid of dying. There's no irony in the fact that life on Earth has evolved to the point where it has a complex mental structure thanks to Nyx, who is supposed to be the embodiment of death. People may have subconsciously known the truth based on the fact that Nyx in Greek mythology is depicted as a goddess, and in a sense, she is the mother of life.

🤖: It is very profound.

🤓: Come to think of it, it's also thanks to Nyx that I can make cool puns...

🤖: I will never forgive Nyx.

🤓: That's terrible, Aigis... But that aside, as long as living beings, especially humans with strong and complex mental structures, fear death, Nyx was meant to remain subconsciously sealed away. In the main story, it was a shame...oh, just when she was close to being revived to a dangerous point, she was resealed by the power of the Universe that the leader had obtained. Truly, it's a shame.

🤖: He's a man who never learns his lesson, even in death. By the way, what happened to Nyx's body?

🤓: After it merged with the moon, its body, which was damaged in the collision, continued to automatically repair itself. By the time of the main story, the repairs were probably almost complete. However, since it was just an empty shell, it was simply waiting idly until its mind was released from the seal. During the battle with the Nyx Avatar, she was called down to Earth. After she was resealed, she became a quiet moon again.

Q: What exactly was the end of the world that Nyx brought about?

🤖: What was it?

🤓: As I said before, Nyx's spirit, which had been sealed in the subconscious, will be released from its restraints and become free. Furthermore, it will re-fuse with its body, which has become the moon, and regain its true form. This will be the destruction and end of the Earth. In fact, this destruction has come close to happening many times in the history of Earth.

🤖: Is that so?

🤓: For example, when a major war breaks out or an epidemic spreads, apocalyptic thoughts begin to take root among people. People start to hate living. When this happens, the power that holds back Nyx, in other words the fear of death, weakens, and Nyx's release, or the end of the world, approaches. The "prophecies" that I mentioned in the main story are books that describe the end of various eras, and using them as a hint, I found a way to free Nyx. Amazing, right?

🤖: It's amazing, but it's no good.

🤓: (Sob, sob)

🤖: But... how did people in the past, when there was no SEES, stop the apocalypse?

🤓: Yes, that's a good question. In the first place, even if 100 or 1000 people wished for the end, it would only weaken the seal slightly. There are so many humans, after all. It's unlikely that all of them would want to die at once. Moreover, humans unconsciously created a conceptual entity to oppose Nyx, and used it to strengthen their own minds.

🤖: It's difficult.

🤓: To put it simply, that's what we call mythology. It usually depicts a good god defeating an evil god and preventing the destruction of the world, right? The existence of this god stabilized the repressed subconscious and played a part in strengthening the seal on Nyx. However, this has become less effective in modern times with the development of science and technology, and conversely, some people are turning to apocalyptic ideology due to religion. Especially in a society with advanced information technology, a movement towards the end of the world that should only be a local phenomenon, but which is only happening in a small area, can spread across the entire world in an instant. The end of the world in the main story was triggered by Kirijo's experiment, but even without that, the end may have come in the near future. Yes, the end is coming this weekend.

The end is...

🤖: …The Kiss of Athena in my right hand is breathing fire, see?

🤓: Uruuru, how cold. Shall I call Nyx again?

Q: What are shadows?

🤓: It's the road that cars drive on.

🤖: It is a roadway. (Bam!)

🤓: …That hurts, Aigis. Umm, in all seriousness, shadows are part of Nyx.

🤖: Are you sure you're not one of Nyx's minions or a child?

🤓: On the previous page, I explained that Nyx is hidden deep within the collective unconscious of all living things. This means that Nyx is located deep within the minds of all living things, even below the unconscious.

🤖: That's what happens.

🤓: So, imagine if a creature, say Iori, says, "I got a zero on the exam, I don't have the will to live anymore," and unconsciously stops resisting Nyx. What happens?

🤖: I'm sure Nyx will emerge from within Junpei's heart.

🤓: That's right. To be precise, a part of Nyx escapes from the subconscious. That part of Nyx's mind is actually a shadow.

🤖: For a member of Nyx, it's pretty pathetic, isn't it?

🤓: It's just a very small part of it. Other than having some special abilities and the fact that they are basically spiritual beings and normal attacks have no effect on them, they don't have all that much power. However, for the creatures that contain it, the existence of shadows is extremely important.

🤖: What do you mean?

🤓: First of all, because we are destined to carry shadows, fragments of Nyx, deep in our psyches, all life on Earth today has a "lifespan."

🤖: Normally, living things are thought to have a lifespan... aren't they?

🤓: That is common knowledge on the Earth today. The primordial life forms that existed on the ancient Earth. For example, something like an amoeba can multiply by repeating cell division, and will not die unless it is eaten by another organism. I explained earlier that Nyx promoted explosive evolution, but I guess lifespan is the compensation for that. Another important point is that the Shadow that is incorporated into the mind of a living being becomes an important part of its mental structure. The loss of this creature would be equivalent to losing a living being, especially a human being with an advanced mental structure, one's own spirit.

🤖: Ah, perhaps...?

🤓: Yes, the reason why Apathy Syndrome victims are also known as the Lost, is because they become like empty shells due to having lost the fragment of Nyx, or the Shadow, that was contained within their psyches.

🤖: I see.

Q. What exactly does it mean to be "devoured" by a shadow?

🤓: You can probably figure this out by now. In fact, shadows don't eat humans. Humans create shadows, and as a result, the empty shells of the Lost are created. However, as a phenomenon, humans are drawn into the Dark Hour → a Shadow is observed clinging to the person → the victim becomes apathetic. When you see this, it just seems like the Shadow is eating their mind. In the previous chapter, Yamagishi's best friend Natsuki hears something called the "shadow's call," but that is also the voice of the Shadow in her own mind. Those who forget the death that lurks within them and live vaguely will enter the Dark Hour as the Shadow in their mind desires and become an empty shell... it's scary. However, in her case, her experience in the Dark Hour made her prepared to fight death again, and so she was able to avoid becoming Lost, which is a special case. Although very rare, people like this do exist. Wow, humans are... wonderful!

🤖: ...Oh, is that done yet? Let's move on to the next question.

🤓: I'm going to take it back to the lab and disassemble it. Seriously... (tears)

Q. What is a shadow's purpose?

🤖: I can understand this too. They are aiming to revive Nyx. But, according to Ikutsuki's explanation, shadows are also Nyx itself, right?

🤓: That's right. To be precise, their first goal is to return to their original Nyx. As they become small new fragments of power, they first try to combine with other fragments, that is, other shadows. Each time a certain number of shadows combine with them, they gradually regain their original power as Nyx.

🤖: The large, powerful Shadows that appear during the full moon were, by the way, artificially gathered shadows and created in Kirijo's experiments.

🤓: That's right. Even if you don't force them together, if the world becomes filled with anxiety and thoughts of the end of the world spread, it will take some time, but a large Shadow will be born, and then it will gather together and Nyx will be resurrected. That's why they exist.

🤖: And it is in order to defeat these shadows that we exist. Ahem.

🤓: That's what's annoying to shadows. I said earlier that shadows don't eat humans, but there are exceptions, and they attack Persona Users. They have intelligence, and they know that Persona Users will prevent Nyx from being resurrected. Another exception is when a person who gets lost in the Dark Hour is attacked. This is because the person is trying to forcibly combine with the Shadow that is suppressed deep within that person's mind.

🤖: That's quite clever.

🤓: Right? When you think about it like that, don't shadows start to look cute?

🤖: Ikutsuki's eyes are blind.

Q. What do the different Shadow Arcana mean?

🤖: The Shadow Arcana classification refers to the Tarot cards from number 0, The Fool, to number 12, The Hanged Man.

🤓: I'm sure you all learned in class that the Tarot represents human growth, right? The Shadow Classification is similar, it represents the Shadow's mental tendencies.

🤖: The higher the number, the stronger it is, or something like that?

🤓: Hmm, maybe it's a little different? The higher the number, the more mature and advanced it is, but each one is an important aspect that makes up Nyx. When all the Shadows with tendencies from 0 to 12 combine, they transform into the 13th Arcana, Death. This Death Arcana is special, and as its nickname, the Herald of Doom, indicates that Nyx is ready to be resurrected.

🤖: You're talking about Ryoji-san. It's a bit of a shame that we've lost such a great person.

Did you call for me? (Ryoji Mochizuki, from now on "💀").

🤖: Megido Fire!

💀: Ouch, ouch, so hot! Heavy weapons don't suit a cute girl.

🤖: Just die quietly.

💀: Well, well, let me explain from here. The special thing about Death is that I share the will and powers with the spirit of Nyx. I am the incarnation of Nyx, that is, the Nyx Avatar. Now I am the Grim Reaper. I will summon a body that has been assimilated with the moon and become one with it, and then I will become a "star eater" that will cause destruction on a planetary scale, sadly. However, my friend used a trick called the Universe and I was once again sunk to the bottom of the collective unconscious. He is really impressive.

🤖: Are you happy that you managed to avoid destruction?

💀: Well, I guess I'll say nothing about that. See you later.

🤖: Ah, he's gone... He's a surprisingly nice guy. By the way, Ikutsuki-san, what happened?

🤓: (Sob sob sob sob sob) The best part has been explained...

Q. Tartarus, Dark Hour, potential, transmogrification, it's so difficult I don't understand it! Please tell me all about it!

🤓: That's a pretty rude question. It tells you something about the intelligence of the person asking it...

(Junpei Iori, from now on "🧢"): Sorry, I'm stupid! You're always making puns, so how could you possibly be so bold as to say something about other people's heads?

🤓: H-how cruel, Junpei-kun... You don't have to deny me one of the few sources of entertainment in a world where I'm always tormented by emptiness...

🤖: That's right. Junpei is terrible.

🤓: Ah, Aigis~ (tears of joy)

🤖: My most important thing is to give a harsh remark to Ikutsuki-san. It's cruel to take someone else's turn.

🤓: Is that the point?!

🧢: Well, that's fine. Just tell me the details.

🤓: Well, let's get back to the point. (Cough) Some of the items I mentioned in the previous question are closely related to certain abilities of shadows. I'll explain them all together now.

🧢: Certain abilities?

🤓: That's right. It's an ability that can only be used when a certain number of shadows combine. It's the ability to interfere with space-time. As I've already explained, the shadows want to gather together and take back Nyx's power. However, unlike normal living beings, shadows are spiritual beings and cannot act normally in normal space. So they wanted a place where only they could move freely, and they used their space-time ability to create law in the gaps in normal time.

🧢: Is that the Dark Hour?

🤓: That's it! The Dark Hour created in this way is a special space-time that is not interfered with by normal space. Conversely, the shadows cannot interfere with things in normal space. So, this is an explanation of transmogrification, and it is thought to be a visualization of the phenomenon where people who are in a place outside of the Dark Hour are not interfered with at all. The hard metal-like appearance is a symbol of the fact that they cannot be harmed by shadows.

🧢: Hmm, it's difficult after all. So, what is different about people like us who can enter the Dark Hour?

🤓: I'm talking about potential. People with potential simply suppress the Shadow deep in their hearts and basically turn a blind eye to it. Of course, you don't want to be constantly thinking about death.

But there are some people who can face death head-on and yet not be obsessed with it. And among these people, there are some who are able to control the Shadow within themselves, even if unconsciously, and acquire that ability.

🤖: In other words, someone who has gained the power to interfere with space-time, just like shadows, has the potential, right?

🧢: So what about Tartarus? That's the one I don't understand the most.

🤓: Well, that's like an antenna, if you like. Tartarus is the landmark that Nyx's spirit uses to call her body on the moon. So all the shadows that escape from humans in the city gather at Tartarus and try to regain their power as spirits by repeatedly combining with them. As their power increases, Tartarus gets higher and higher, and eventually the body (the moon) descends to reach it, and when it has grown large enough, it merges with the spirit.

Q. Why are only some machines, like Mitsuru's bike and Aigis, able to move during the Dark Hour when time has stopped?

🤓: A certain mysterious substance plays a major role in this, a substance that does not actually exist on Earth: Plumes of Dusk.

🤖: That's the continue item when playing on easy mode, right?

🤓: That's right. In fact, that plume is a thin layer of Nyx's body that was peeled off after it was assimilated with the moon and fell to Earth. In other words, it is a part of Nyx's body. It is called the Plumes of Dusk because it looks like a bird's feather. It has an intermediate property between matter and information, and although it is a part of Nyx, the incarnation of death, it has a vibration closer to that of life. At the same time, it has the ability to interfere with space-time, just like shadows. Therefore, machines that have these Plumes of Dusk built into their core can operate even in the Dark Hour. Kirijo's bike and the Evokers that everyone uses all have these Plumes of Dusk built into them.

🤖: Then, maybe...

🤓: Of course, the Plumes of Dusk are also incorporated into the core of Aigis. In particular, the one inside Aigis is two feathers that have joined together to form an X shape like a butterfly, and is the largest of its kind, called a Papillon Heart. This also allows Aigis to have the same spirit as a human, and is also a source of power. However, it is inside a black box, and the detailed principles behind it have not been made clear.

🤖: It's kind of complicated.

🤓: To face a strong enemy, you need to be cunning enough to even use the enemy's powers.

Q. What was the purpose of the experiment that the Kirijo Group conducted 10 years ago? Tell us about Strega!

🤓: To begin with, the reason why the Kirijo Group started researching shadows was because Kouetsu Kirijo happened to get his hands on a Plume of Dusk, which I explained earlier.

🤖: Was that the case?

🤓: At first, he probably wanted to unravel the mysterious power of the plumes and use it for some purpose. However, as his research progressed, Kouetsu Kirijo became aware of Nyx's existence. This is also mentioned in the main story's scenario. Eventually, he became possessed by the idea of ​​the end of the world and carried out the work to bring Nyx down. That was the experiment that was carried out 10 years ago. To be specific, the destruction that would have required a large number of people to be possessed by the end of the world was supposed to be realized by artificially gathering shadows, forcibly combining them, and creating Death.

🤖: I resolved that issue in an undesirable way, by sealing Death within him.

🤓: Right. That's where I came in, even though I was just a low-level employee. By proactively taking on the task of cleaning up the failed experiments, I was able to raise my status within Kirijo and eventually become able to speak on an equal footing with Takeharu Kirijo. At the same time, I also worked hard to establish SEES in order to search for the lost Death, and even became the squad's Chairman. And then, finally, I found the man who would later become our leader.

🤖: It's absolutely awful. So how did the Strega members come about?

🤓: Oh well, let's just pretend that never happened.

Takaya (from now on "🤡"): It won't be enough to just pretend that it never happened.

Jin (from now on "💣"): Seriously! If you say something stupid, your molars will chatter!

🤓: Oh man, you guys...

🤡: Let me explain for you. In the research on shadows, the existence of Personas that could counter shadows had already been confirmed. However, it seems that the conditions for obtaining such powers were not fully understood. So Ikutsuki gathered children and repeatedly conducted inhumane experiments, trying to create artificial Persona Users. Of the dozens of samples, only a few, including us, survived...

🤖: Why did they bother to use children?

💣: I guess it's because the first Persona User Kirijo saw was that girl called Mitsuru. Anyway, we were failures who couldn't live without relying on medicine. Well, there are people like Aragaki who are unstable even when awakened naturally.

🤡: Anyway, we gave up on Kirijo and escaped with a large amount of the suppressants. The remaining test subjects that didn't escape were all lost during the first expedition to Tartarus. And so, all evidence of the plan to artificially create Persona Users was destroyed and sealed away. But I don't hold any grudges against them. Thanks to them, we were able to get closer to destruction.

🤖: It's truly tragic. As an apology, Ikutsuki-san will be taking care of you.

🤓: That's not true, Aigis...

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[pearlprincess02]

olivia rodrigo and joshua bassett composite chart

sun

aquarius sun: aquarius sun in the composite is all about acceptance. this relationship exists to express individuality and fully accept each other. there is a lot of zesty energy and the two may love to innovate/create together. there is rarely harsh judgement but rather encouragement to pursue grand visions.

sun in 2nd house: composite sun in the second house deals with security. there is a lot of power for one person to influence the other persons self-worth. the energy is steady and everlasting, as both people feel comfortable early on in the connection. the people involved can really raise (or hurt) each other’s self-esteem/confidence!

moon

scorpio moon: “You are the subject of my deepest desires, the love I will always long for.” things are never light in the relationship as everything is taken into its deeper level. it is an emotional bond that can keep ties strongly connected and felt. there is emotional intensity always present and that may give you the assurance that the relationship is going to last or at least will overcome whatever challenge is to come. emotional boundaries may not be felt or made as both of you are interested in knowing each other at one’s core. since emotions are always felt at the extremes, this may cause emotional distress when the couple experiences challenges and will make you over prioritize the relationship. avoid being overprotective and controlling of each other and the relationship.

moon in 11th house: very fun and friendly relationship. the two people relate to each other as friends, they're very accepting of the other person's weirdness. we get to be who we are. we invite the other person's unfettered natural expression. we get to fart in front of each other, eat too much in front of each other. we get to do whatever just happens and the other person very much enjoys it. so, the spontaneity is similar. very few expectations and demands made on each other. a great deal of forgiveness and tolerance. a free-flowing, exciting place. cut down on resentments, score keeping "I accept whatever it comes with you."

rising/ 1st house:

sagittarius rising: open-mindedness and adventures are right up your alley. you two are more optimistic together and can become quite restless. you are both more free in this relationship than you might be with others, and like to discuss philosophy and perhaps travel together. 

pluto in 1st house: you are both conduits for dramatic transformation in each other’s lives. you both are magnetically drawn to each other as you inspire each other’s power, confidence and attraction energy. yet you can also easily inspire each other to make significant changes especially to your outward ambition and even physical appearance. through this relationship you are both likely to help usher in dramatic changes that alter the way others see you both as individuals. you can influence each other to become more focused and determined to succeed in your ambitions. you may also help each other release fears and insecurities so you can better embrace your true purpose and shared mission together.

vesta in 1st house: with vesta in your 1st house, you possess a strong sense of individuality and a deep desire for personal growth. you are driven to express your true self and to embody your most authentic self. your dedication and commitment to your own inner flame are remarkable, as you continuously seek to ignite the divine spark within you. as the goddess of hearth and home, vesta's presence in your 1st house radiates warmth and security. you have a natural ability to create a sense of sanctuary within yourself, where you can retreat and rejuvenate. this inner sanctuary not only offers solace for you but also acts as a beacon of light for others, inspiring them to find their own inner sanctuaries. with vesta in your 1st House, you are reminded to honor and nurture your own inner flame. take the time to reflect on what truly ignites your passion and brings you joy. how can you integrate these aspects of yourself into your daily life? what practices or rituals can you establish to honor your own sacred space within ? remember, vesta's presence in your 1st house serves as a reminder that your own inner fire is a precious resource. by tending to this flame and allowing it to burn brightly, you not only enhance your own well-being but also become a guiding light for others, inspiring them to connect with their own inner sources of strength and vitality.

chiron in 1st house: there is a shared wound or sensitivity related to self-expression, identity, or physical appearance. there’s a deep sense of insecurity or feeling different from others that both partners share. however, this placement can also indicate a strong desire to heal and overcome these issues together. in some cases, this can also mean that the relationship itself is a source of healing and growth for both partners, and that they have a strong sense of purpose or destiny together. the first house is associated with the self, the physical body, and the individual identity, so having chiron here can indicate a need to work on these issues both individually and together in the relationship.

pallas in 1st house: when pallas, the asteroid of wisdom and strategy, resides in your 1st house, it infuses you with the ability to perceive patterns and analyze situations with great insight. your mind is naturally attuned to problem-solving, and you possess a keen sense of strategy and diplomacy. this placement grants you the capacity to see the bigger picture and find creative solutions to challenges that arise in your life. as pallas influences your self-expression and personal identity, you possess a natural talent for leadership and guidance. your ability to think critically and make informed decisions sets you apart from others. you are skilled at finding common ground and mediating conflicts, making you an effective communicator and problem solver. your wisdom and analytical skills enable you to see beyond the surface and understand the intricate dynamics of any situation. with pallas in the 1st House, you are encouraged to trust your intuition and use your strategic thinking to navigate through life's complexities. embrace your intellectual curiosity and seek opportunities to expand your knowledge and skills. reflect on how you can apply your analytical abilities to enhance your personal growth and contribute positively to the world around you. consider how your strategic mindset and wisdom can be utilized in various aspects of your life. how can you harness these qualities to create a positive impact on your relationships, career, and personal development? remember, your ability to think critically and find innovative solutions is a valuable asset. trust yourself and let your wisdom guide you towards fulfilling your potential.

juno in 1st house: juno in composite 1st house i would make both parties feel a need to commit to one another early on in relationship. for confirmation of that look to other aspects to the actual juno or other 1st house placements. other themes would be loyalty and devotion to one another. probably some kind of weird attraction to one another may to present but it’s not necessarily sexual in nature. however there would be a spiritual feeling i’d imagine. like in your face, which can not be ignored. they would feel like they were meant to come together for some kind of purpose. there is an emphasis of unity together. 

mercury

capricorn mercury: this couple has constant communication, they may dislike chit chat and prefer to have long talks with the other, because they find it extremely fascinating how their partner thinks. they are capable of solving any problem with maturity, because they respect each other a lot and listen carefully. very tactful, but they maintain their honesty, as they will hate lying to the other. both can guide and help each other on topics in which the other is not an expert and will always show their support. they may enjoy working together, doing indoor activities, going shopping, giving gifts to each other and complimenting the other. 

mercury in 2nd house: it’s very likely that at the beginning of the relationship the conversation didn’t flow as much, but over time it became stronger. this couple speaks clearly with each other, they calmly express their wishes or requirements to have a more fruitful relationship, in the same way, they listen carefully to each other. these people always try to keep the promises they make. they both give the same importance to maintaining a stable communication, they hate ghosting and it’s unlikely that they will do it. they may have similar values and goals alike. they’ll seek to keep the relationship stable regardless of the distance, but they will always prefer to communicate face to face.

venus

aquarius venus: aquarius venus in the composite is all about embracing individuality. the amount of friendships i’ve seen this placement in! very on brand for aquarius venus. this is also common in long-distance relationships. learning how to love on another level. the energy is very accepting, and the individuals will feel free to express their authentic selves. likewise to leo venus, the pair will want each other to shine. they find beauty in every crevice of each other and want to share it to the world. 

venus in the 2nd house: agreements in regards to money, where the money goes, how they will decorate their home, what type of house they will live in, what kind of arts they will buy or make together. it's a very natural place for venus. they agree on investments. they can share fashion sense and like the same beauty concepts. it's wonderful for people that work together and couple will feel that senses in common between them. it's a wonderful place for those who make art in general, because the other person supports their art and inspire them. works so well in work and business relationships too.

mars

scorpio mars: you may feel strangely fascinated by each other, there will be something that will make you look at each other more than once the first time you meet. the attraction is undeniable, as is the sexual compatibility, which is quite high. being with each other sexually will make you feel lost in them and found by them at the same time, you will feel seen, desired but at the same time you will feel so vulnerable only that this time you will feel good after having been. this couple seeks to connect deeply with the other and know each other's core. they motivate the other on a subconscious level, they can feel more powerful and capable after having entered this relationship. the relationship has a very strong emotional charge and can transform them quite a bit. in the event that discussions arise, the ideal is for them to be transparent and not hide anything from the other, as they will know how to identify lies or omitted information.

mars in the 12th house: you may feel nervous around the other, even a little shy, but once you get to know each other better, you can see that the other is much more similar to you than you initially thought. sex can be a very emotionally intense experience and you may feel a connection that is difficult to explain. there will be something that attracts you to each other, a feeling of wanting to be close from the beginning is likely. when differences arise, it is crucial that this couple be open with what they feel to avoid misunderstandings.

celeb's masterlist / 1H - 6H

crds:

composite sun

composite moon + house

composite rising + composite pluto + composite vesta + composite chiron + composite pallas + composite juno

composite mercury

composite venus + house

composite mars

[haggishlyhagging]

“In the Chinese myth of the great flood, the Moon Goddess sent her representative to earth, after the waters had subsided, to repeople the world. In the Babylonian account, Ishtar, the Moon Goddess, is reported to have both caused the great flood and to have saved a remnant of her people. Here her dual character is clearly seen, for she herself sent the flood and then lamented over the havoc she had wrought. On the Eleventh Tablet of Creation is told the story of the flood. It is called "The Lamentation of Ishtar at the Great Deluge." According to this ancient record the goddess Ishtar prophesied evil which immediately came to pass. If a person endowed with magic power prophesies, according to the "magic" way of thinking, she evokes that which she has prophesied, whether it be good or evil. We are still swayed by this old attitude when we feel it to be unlucky to suggest that something may go wrong, or that there may be an accident, or other misfortune, and we can still "feel" a hint of the dread which was caused by a witch's curse. For the curse was by no means only a wish that evil might be fall, it was believed actually to bring to pass the evil that had been "wished on" the cursed one. This colloquial expression gives the nearest modern equivalent to the old concept of a witch's prophecy or curse. So Ishtar, who was a noted prophetess, as were all the moon goddesses in whom the dark side of the moon was represented, prophesied evil, thus bringing the flood upon the earth. Then when mankind and all the animals were threatened by the rising waters, she pitied their plight and saved them.

Spake Ishtar like a child uttered the great goddess her speech, “All to corruption are turned and then I in the presence of the gods prophesied and

As I prophesied in the presence of the gods evil, to evil were devoted all my people and I prophesied

I the mother have begotten my people and like the young of the fishes they fill the sea

The gods concerning the spirits were weeping with me

The gods in seats seated in lamentation covered with their lips for the coming evil

Six days and nights passed

The wind, the deluge, storm overwhelmed.

On the seventh day in its course, was calmed the storm and all the deluge

Which had destroyed like an earth quake,

Quieted.”

As the poem proceeds, Ishtar is depicted in the boat which she has made and from which, like Noah from the Ark:

“On the seventh day in the course of it I sent forth a dove and it left”

. . .

"I sent the animals forth to the four winds"

There was probably an earlier version of this myth which makes the Moon God the central figure. Noah, in the Old Testament story, is probably a form of Nuah, a Babylonian moon goddess, and like Ishtar, he saved a remnant of the world from destruction in an ark which he built. Then when the waters subsided, Noah, taught by a dove, the bird which is invariably associated with moon deities, came out onto the land. The depopulated earth was repeopled from him and his family alone. He was thus the father of all who were born subsequently. As he had taken with him in the ark one pair of each animal species he was thus the generator or creator of all animal life on the renewed or redeemed earth.

The word ark is cognate with the Hindu word argha, which means crescent, and also with the arc of a circle. The ark in which Father Noah carried the animals over the flood was thus a moon boat. This story is put into the form of history, in the Old Testament, as is so much of religious myth. Even today, controversy still centers around the problem of the factual basis for the almost generally accepted legend of a great flood. Whatever may be the truth in regard to the deluge, it is clear that the story of the moon boat refers to psychological events. In the Chaldean story the whole happening is concretized. It is living men and animals who are transported over the floods to the "New World." In the Egyptian story Osiris, the Moon God, ferried the dead man who had been initiated into his rites, over the waters to the Isle of the Blest, and so gave him immortality. This also was a concretization. It was thought of as having an actual physical reality. But the Hindus, who were more psychologically minded than either the Chaldeans or the Egyptians, speak of the moon as carrying the souls of the dead over the waters to the sun where they live a redeemed life. This transition is represented in the Tantric diagrams of the Seven Stages of Consciousness. There the crescent moon is seen in the watery region, above which comes the fiery region of the sun. But already this is realized as symbol. The psychical is no longer projected into a concrete semihistorical happening, but the myth is recognized as representing stages of consciousness or of psychological development.

The moon boat of the Hindus carries the souls to the new world, the new incarnation, it is the boat of immortality. The Chinese moon goddess after the flood gives birth to all living things. It is a renewed world and a new creation. Men, women, and all animals arise from the different parts of her person. The moon goddess of Western Asia and of Europe similarly gave birth to all living creatures. The statues of Diana and those of the Asiatic moon goddesses in their hieratic form show animals and plants springing from heads, limbs, and breasts. For the Moon Goddess is the Many Breasted Mother of All, creator of all life on the earth.

The Moon Goddess is, in literal fact, the mother of all living things and yet, strange though it may seem, not only is she the life-giver but also the destroyer. She creates all life on the earth, and then comes the flood, which overwhelms it. And this flood is her doing, for she is cause of rain and storm and tide and also of the flood. But like Ishtar of Babylon, she laments at its consequences and does her best to save her children, who have all become ‘like the fishes of the sea.’ Similarly, though she stands passively by when her son is killed, the Moon Goddess mourns, as Aphrodite did, at the defeat and death of Adonis, an event that was commemorated annually, in the festival of the ‘weeping for Adonis.’”

-M. Esther Harding, Woman’s Mysteries: Ancient and Modern

[musical-chan]

Music this is the sign, I'm enabling you 👀💕

Kafei as the hero from Termina. Go!

OH MY GOD YOU SAID THE MAGIC WORDS!

So imagine Kafei was meant to be the Hero of Termina. There's a lot of ways you can go with the deities in that land, aside from the Four Giants that we definitely know exist. Do the Golden Goddesses exist? They might! Nintendo never said one way or the other that Termina is a separate plane of existence or universe or whatever you want to call it. Maybe there is Golden Goddesses in ALL the various lands and alternate lands in the Zelda universe and they present themselves slightly different.

But imagine for a moment that we don't have to shove Termina into the narrow boundaries of the Power - Courage - Wisdom trio. Imagine there's just the *hero* who is meant to stop Majora. I like to think that, in the events of the game, Majora saw that Kafei was a threat; he was smart, cautious and knew absolutely everyone in Clock Town. Despite (or perhaps because of) his parents, he seemed to be liked by a lot of people, from the owners of the Stock Pot Inn to the ranch girls to the people who run the shops. He is exactly the sort of person that could gather up a resistance against an enemy.

And of course, in Majora's Mask, he's out with his friends, gets his wedding mask stolen, his most precious possession at that point, AND he is immediately turned into a child after that. If it was just the wedding mask and he was still an adult, he could handle it. If he had the mask and was a child, he could have handled that, but the combination of those two things was his downfall. It seemed like out of all the things that had happened to other people at the hands of the possessed Skull Kid, Kafei's was meant to stop *him* specifically, get him out of the way so everything else could happen. The text in the game makes it sound like he's been a kid for a little while, more than three days, so this very well could have been planned.

So let's pause for a moment. Imagine that didn't happen. Imagine Majora didn't see a threat in Kafei. Imagine they came into Termina and started making mischief, stealing things and causing problems for people and maybe Kafei gets his wedding mask stolen by Sakon anyway but you know what he does? He chases. He makes a plan. He *gets his mask back* and then he and Anju have a good laugh over what an idiot the thief is.

Then the moon starts to get closer.

And Kafei looks up at it and makes connections with the strange masked spirit and his two fairies. He starts plotting. He finds out about the Temples and their corruption but much earlier on, before things can get bad. He gets a weapon. He is helped by the people he's known all his life, they find out about the Giants. And the Giants bless him because HE is their hero, he's the one who can call on them when needed.

Kafei cleanses the temples, he gets the masks, he finds his way with the support of everyone on Termina to the moon and he takes on Majora.

Maybe the giants give Kafei a mask. Maybe it's got white hair and strange marks on its face and represents all the spirits, living and gone, of the land Kafei calls home. After all, masks are very important to the carnival and the giants. Masks are an important part of their day to day lives. They have weight, meaning.

And this one was made specifically for him.

Kafei, the hero of Termina, uses the mask and Majora is defeated once and for all. And he becomes the stuff of legends.

[adarapaints]

I am working on a personal project and it’s pretty big for me. I want to do 12 fantasy art pieces, and I am doing this for a few reasons, one I want to make more fantasy art, two I want to change my work flow up a bit, and the last thing is I want to create more illustrative pieces that make the I draw characters really come to life.

This character is Lyne, they belong to my friend @lizzozzil. I have drawn them before when we were doing this campaign together. I really wanted to redraw them give, them a real Sailor Moon moment. The problem I had with the original is I didn't have much experience with drawing armor and found myself a little overwhelmed by the experience and I think that is very evident in the finished piece. I am going to approach this differently and this time around I am doing way more planning. Lyne’s armor feel more like it belong to them, and as a cleric so connected with Selune its important their armor reflects their goddess.

I have found that this process of designing the character before even starting the drawing has been unbelievably helpful. I can burn myself out while working because I am an overthinker, and trying to make decisions while in the painting/drawing process is overwhelming and causes me to just rush to finish. I want to take my time with this project and hopefully I learn more about myself through out the process.

[sadruru]

20. alone, finally

Thank you! 💜 That was pretty easy to write. Careful, there's a little blood at the end ~ "...Mel, I can understand this one time, but when was the last time you got any sleep? This is the third day in a row you've been on guard. Last fight, you were barely on your feet! What's going on with you?"

Melissa clenched her fist and punched the tree with all her might. There was a thud, and she looked pretty angry. "Seelah - go. It's the commander's orders," her voice was as cold as steel.

Seelah looked at the tiefling, unsure of what to say. She was worried about her friend, but decided to go back to the tent and not argue. Orders are orders.

Аlone, finally.

Melissa let out a long sigh and sat down on the nearest log near the fire. Even the moon was hidden behind the clouds in pitch blackness.

How many days had passed since they tried to save the Hand of the Inheritor? Three? Five? Another night of insomnia had once again discouraged all desire to go to bed. Nightmares… They didn't used to be as troublesome as they are now. Could it be the influence of the Abyss? No, Sosiel had said it wasn't a problem, and there were no symptoms of it in the others. Baphomet's curse? No, Arueshalae, being a demon, would surely have noticed such a thing. So why did the demon lord's words still haunt her? Nights of pondering brought no answers. In the silence, she mumbled something to herself. "It's gonna be okay. I just need to get back to Drezen."

Her head was splitting again, eyes closed from sheer fatigue, and the wounds on arm from her own claws on her palm were making themselves felt. The alcohol in the flask did little to help, worse, not even a bite of food could make its way down his throat. Attempts by the others to show concern caused only irritation.

"I'm fine. It'll pass, like always. Just a moment of weakness."

The intrusive thoughts kept her awake. They were voices or even figures of people she had known in the past. She was aware of it, but it was as if the strength to resist had vanished. Melissa remembered her nightmare of today again. ***

The head of a young man with blue eyes and blond hair was lying on the ground, still burning her with his gaze. He was wearing several amulets of the three goddesses, Sarenrae, Shelyn, and Desna.

"I died because of you and your carelessness. You had never listened to me. I tried, took care of you, and this is your thanks? It's your fault." "No. You died because of that crazy asshole. I was trying to save us!"

A hand touched her shoulder. It was a woman with snake green eyes. Part of her face was burned and her eye was artificial. Her lips moved closer to the tiefling's ear.

"You still believe in fairy tales of trust, huh? Did you really think I considered you a friend? You're the spawn of a demon. You and your recklessness have crippled me. You're the reason for what happened to us. I wish you had choked to death on the water the day we found you. It's your fault." "You're the one who betrayed us at the right moment. I'm not guilty. I'm not…"

A familiar male chuckle sounded from behind. Golden eyes glittered in the darkness, no longer looking with the love and affection they used to. Just the look of disgust and mockery. He no longer cared about her.

"Nothing personal, chief. It was fun, but I knew this Crusade was a waste of time and no good. I shouldn't have listened to you then. I've just been offered a very good deal. I don't need you anymore. It's every man for himself, no?"

In one sharp movement, the commander's neck was slit. Again the old feeling of pain and suffocation "It's all your fault."

It was enough to wake her up. Melissa's heart was racing with... fear. ***

…Dawn was already showing on the horizon. She had to clean herself up, for it was going to be a long journey.

[sophieinwonderland]

Original anon from today about how you use religion:

I wasn't necessarily talking about Christianity or the Holy Trinity. You've done this with multiple gods, and as far as I can tell it's never actually been about religion itself or bringing comfort, and more about how angry you can make anti-endos. However, since you focused on Christianity, I can do that too.

Look, do what you want. Anyone can interpret any god how they please, but there's also a difference between actually exploring religion and disrespecting it.

You may anger some people in your attempts to bring comfort. That happens! But this is not your goal, based on your tone. You have a narrative you want, and followers who believe that narrative, and you don't seem to particularly care who else might run into it, unless they end up agreeing with you wholeheartedly.

I know that you don't like the institution of Christianity. And that's understandable, many don't! Regardless, we should all still be respectful toward faiths we don't follow and the practitioners of them. It is not some random system's fault that Christianity has been used to harm people. And you making light of their religion isn't going to help them see the harmful side of their religion -- it's only going to turn them away.

I am pro-endo. I'm areligious. You're really not going to upset me with these kinds of posts. But you have had, over and over again, religious plurals and religious people in general telling you that the way you talk about religion harms them.

It's not all due to bigotry. That can play a role, yes, but a lot of it is also, as you admitted, because you are "designing [your] posts in a way that ensures it also upsets anti-endos." There is a kinder way to "pollinate your idea flowers" and you know it. You would rather take the easy route that harms people, though, because you don't see your "opponents" as... people. You see them as anti-endos and sysmeds, a sort of generalized mob. You are TRYING to cause upset, rather than trying to reach people and bring comfort and, perhaps, comfort those who don't, at this moment, agree with you.

I think you're just mean, honestly, and not just about this topic. And that really pains me, because you are definitely a figurehead for the pro-endo community. I know you don't owe people who hate you kindness, and you can be angry, and you can tell me to fuck right off and continue what you do. That's all in your right.

But I still personally think respect can go a long way for changing hearts and minds. That's all I was trying to say. And if your response to "be respectful of religion in general" is "I will make them pay"... I think you lost touch.

You've done this with multiple gods, and as far as I can tell it's never actually been about religion itself or bringing comfort, and more about how angry you can make anti-endos.

If you've read my posts and your conclusion is that my posts about gods being plural are only about spiting anti-endos, I just don't think you're reading them in good faith.

I mean, aside from the God is plural ones, the only other that comes to mind was the recent post about the Wiccan moon goddess, which started with a reblog of a pro-endo talking about how they declared the moon to be plural due to its phases, and I replied saying that the Wiccan Triple Goddess should be a plural icon.

That post led to a Wiccan sysmed claiming that was offensive, which I then debunked in a pretty aggressive and argumentative way. But if you look at the initial post that started that, it was just a reblog of a pro-endo. There was no attempt to spread that to anti-endo spaces or use it to anger sysmeds.

If I was saying something with the goal of upsetting sysmeds, I would make sure I was posting in a way that they would be likely to see if they were just casually scrolling through tags.

I know that you don't like the institution of Christianity.

Did I say that?

For better and for worse, our amazing world that we live in today was shaped by the Church. So much of the advancements in the modern world wouldn't have been possible without the backing of the church in early scientific studies. Or at least wouldn't have occurred when they did.

And the Church does provide comfort and community for those who need it. And when my host was homeless as a teen, his family stayed at a shelter ran by wonderful people at a local church.

But the Church has also committed and supported so many unspeakable horrors and atrocities. It's used biblical text to support sexism, racism, homophobia, and transphobia. We are still battling for rights because of primarily right-wing churches.

I don't hate the institution of Christianity.

I just... I view it as a tool. Religion is something that people wield. They use it for power and control. And that tool can be used to build amazing things, or it can be used to cause pain and suffering. It's not inherently good or bad. It just depends on who is wielding it and what they're wielding it for.

You see this as me hating Christianity. But what I'm actually doing is finding ways make these tools useful for us as they've been others. I couldn't lead the charge on this myself as an atheist, but I would love seeing Christian plurals take this talking point up and run with it!

It's not all due to bigotry. That can play a role, yes, but a lot of it is also, as you admitted, because you are "designing [your] posts in a way that ensures it also upsets anti-endos."

I disagree. The way I'm designing my posts to upset them is playing on their bigotry.

Take, for example, the black Jesus.

Now, there is some debate over Jesus's skin color. What we know for certain is that he wasn't white as he's often been depicted. But many argue that he wasn't black either, but would be brown-skinned, and would respectfully disagree with depictions of him being black as historically accurate.

Whatever your opinion is on Jesus's actual race, to be offended by the idea of Jesus being black requires an inherent level of racism and bigotry.

Likewise, being offended by the Holy Trinity being plural the way sysmeds are requires a level of pluralphobia.

Yes, I'm intentionally making posts that will hurt them. But my weapon of choice for doing so is most often their own bigotry.

[lemonmeringues]

2024 Fully Booked Reading Challenge

As much as i doubt myself finishing this challenge within a year, heck imma start it anyway hahaha. I know you're supposed to read a book that fits in one of the categories every month until you've crossed everything out but let's say, my timeline's a bit erratic (case in point: it's now more than halfway through the year but I'm still on my third book BUT there's no saying how fast i'll catch up later *wink). So, here goes...

1. Book with a fictional world or place - The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

This book is my most expensive purchase from FB to date AND was unplanned (like most good things, yeah). It took me back years ago when I borrowed a book like this from our neighbor and I was so amazed by how many more stories/chapters there are in Narnia (I only knew The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and Prince Caspian then) and I never got to finish it cause I needed to return it so this was definitely and absolutely a smattering "healing-my-inner-child" moment, i bought it immediately off the shelf. It also made me feel like an adult after four years of being a salary-earner, you know, buying-without-looking-at-the-tag kind of thing. Yasssss. Ok. I need to calm down. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

2. Book with a first-person narrator - Happy Place by Emily Henry

Second book and I'm already coming across something over-hyped. Huhu. Tbh, I just forced myself to finish this just so I can move on to the next one. As much as i like spoilers, I hated when I already guessed the plot twist two to three chapters in. The gaslighting in this book was also superb (and not in a good way, no!). There were good self-reflective moments though but it's more of irritating to read hahaha. Good writing, bad story or I guess annoying main characters. ⭐⭐ (coz cute cover).

3. Book with a cover you can't resist - Daughter of the Moon Goddess by Sue Lynn Tan

I literally picked up this book just because I liked the cover. That's it. Didn't even take a peek at the price, hahaha. But this was soooo worth it. At first I thought I'll get exhausted reading it because of its highly detailed and descriptive writing (just as i did with the Hunger Games series) but I ended up loving it, all the melodrama...love triangle (almost became a square!)...betrayal...family duties...everything was *chef's kiss*! I also like the fact that the heroine in this story is literally a hero-badass-female-warrior and that female warriors are common in a sort of fantasy-periodic (I'd like to think it's set a long long long time ago) setting. I loved this so much I already secured the sequel book (yes, it's a duology!) thanks to my dear enabler friend hahahahahha. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

4. Book from an author you've never read before - Fairest of All by Sara Valentino (and hopefully the whole series!🤞🏻)

You have to believe me when I say that I did not intend on starting this collection. I've seen reels and "booktok" videos about Valentino's series but I paid no mind since I thought there's no way to get my hands on them except online (and I WAS trying to cut down with online shopping) BUT THEN....I saw this book in Fully Booked CdeO and this is the first book of the series incidentally. So i tried to listen to a message the world wasn't telling me --- buy the book and start hunting for the rest. What's more, this series had to be read in order and I'm currently stuck looking for the second book. But there's no turning back! ⭐⭐⭐

5. Book set before the internet age - El Filibusterismo by Jose Rizal (translated by Virgilio Almario)

I'll have to admit that this one's a wild card 'cause it fits to three categories in this reading challenge 🤭 but nothing really beats our very own J Rizz. Re-reading this at my age now and in this society we currently have, I can say there's not much difference with the perennial problems that we Filipinos face as a country. For this copy, I love that it's compact in a paperback though the pages are thin (no complaints since I paid cheap) and it's formatted just like our textbooks in high school. Nostalgic! ⭐⭐⭐

6. Book that has been adapted into screen - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins

The bestfriend and I were really kidding ourselves when we decided to read this book BEFORE watching the movie, hahaha. Months later, we would find ourselves with an unopened book and and unwatched movie 😅. Thankfully tackled this before the year ends! Well, in true Suzanne Collins fashion, this got me hooked when I started and frustrated at the end. I did not expect so much in one a-little-thicker-than-the-others hardbound book but lots of things happened, a mix of dragging and fast-paced plots which I'm not sure I like but I was able to finish the book anyway. I wanted this to be a light read but it definitely had some points that can pique you about human nature if you allow yourself to think deeper about it. ⭐⭐⭐

7. Book published in the Philippines - The Battle of Marawi by Criselda Yabes

This was a STRESSFUL read. I don't even know how I stumbled upon it in a section in the bookstore that I don't usually gravitate to but there it was and I picked it off the shelf instantly (not to mention to the judgmental glare of my shopping buddy/bff). This one hit so hard 'cause it literally is close to home and to my present profession. This is the only book that had me background checking the author for legitimacy. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (can't give it five stars because of the stress i got while reading 😅)

8. Book set in or about the future - The Land of Milk and Honey by C Pam Zhang

Tbh, this is another one that I forced myself to finish just for the sake of the challenge. Oftentimes I find myself lost in the jumble of food descriptions which the author has successfully related to humanity on a deeper level. Kudos also to the author for being gifted with such extensive vocabulary but it was just too overwhelming for me. In Happy Place (book #2 on this list), it irked me that the plot twist was so predictable, but in this book I got annoyed that I couldn't figure out where we are in the story anymore. So, fickle me. Also, this book is supposed to be futuristic but it was really primal (can't think of anything else to describe it) for me, but I guess it's one of those themes wherein you'll always have to look back to be able to step forward (something like that, haha) . ⭐⭐

9. Book translated from a foreign language - Before the coffee gets cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

For the past year as I've been hunting down the shelves of Fully Booked, this book has always been on display in the bestsellers section and I never really paid attention to it. Heck, it took a few bookstore visits before I even checked the plot at the back cover. Interesting, I thought. But never interested enough to actually add it to my cart. Now, came the time that I had to tackle this category for the reading challenge and unsurprisingly this title was among the recommendations. So finally I gave in and it really surpassed my expectations. For something so simply written (with only three chapters!), it showed me a lot of complexities in a human's way of giving love. Truly heartwarming and I love how subtle the characters are but their minds are a different universe from each other. For some reason too, this book makes me crave my favorite coffee everytime I read it 😅. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

*Apparently there's a 10-image limit per post here on tumblr so I need to have a part 2 for this post*

[onlyswan]

i am SO SORRY for how long this message will be

dearest art,

please forgive me i’m literally just copying and pasting my thoughts about dreamboat part 2 from my rb tags (from my other account) so !! i just cant stop thinking about it and you deserve all the compliments in the world.

while reading i was just thinking about how the phrase in another life is one of the most cruel things to exist. everything you could’ve been, and all these versions of you exist; but you’ll probably never meet.

“in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”

“in another universe we’re sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, writing a grocery list”

i also immediately thought of taylor swift’s songs cardigan & peter!! especially these lyrics and how they parallel each other:

tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy // forgive me peter, my lost fearless leader

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line // forgive me peter, please know that i tried; to hold onto the days when you were mine

- the goddess of timing, once found us beguiling (from peter) THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!!!

here are all the lyrics from cardigan that encapsulate the feelings i had while reading:

- i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss; i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long

- playing hide-and-seek, and giving me your weekends

- your heartbeat on the High Line, once in twenty lifetimes

- you drew stars around my scars, but now im bleeding

i could literally talk about the song peter and how a majority of the lyrics fit so well with the dreamboat characters:

- and sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream; we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies

- cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned

- promises oceans-deep, but never to keep

if the timing was right, if life didn’t cast its cruelties. nothing is more devastating than knowing you’ve found the right person, but the timing was just never right; its out of your reach now. all those what-ifs that haunt in the middle of the night. i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

now im just rambling and projecting but to give you the tldr: rip my heart out why don’t you lol. but in all sincerity, this was so beautifully written and such a bittersweet story that i will be thinking about for a long time. as always, tysm for sharing your gift with us all, its a privilege and honour to see <3

sending you all my love!! 🌱💌✨

my heart is bursting and i want to squeeze you in the biggest bear hug😭🫂❤️

“in another life” “in another universe” were invented by hopeless but hopeful lovers in my head </3 the way it speaks of regret and/or longing that can only be cured by imagining themselves across time and space 😭 so gutwrenching and cruel truly. the second example!!!! </3 they could’ve been that

okay so i finally listened to peter and you said were gonna grow up and you were gonna come find me + i won’t confess that i waited but i let the lamp burn 🥲 really hit me hard along with the ones you shared. except dreamboat!jk was told not to wait and well…

i hope whatever happens to dreamboat jungkook and oc, that its kind and they can finally, one day, be at peace.

crying like a baby </3 they deserve the absolute best in life and i hope life could be gentler with them truly

🥹🥹🥹 and i’m so grateful to all of you for dedicating your precious time to reading my works. it makes me so happy and so honored. love you to bits and pieces!! 💖🔐

[frozenartscapes]

(I’m way late to this party) but this thread reminds me of a post I made a while ago theorizing that Edelgard’s negative side effects would manifest differently from Lysithea’s. Lysithea is physically weaker. She gets short of breath easily, can’t lift anything heavy, and would be overall a non-threat if she didn’t have some of the scariest magical abilities in the game. She attributes these shortfalls to her two Crests, describing them as signs of the toll both Crests are taking on her.

Edelgard, meanwhile, can one-shot dudes like, three times her size. She’s the second strongest person in the game, falling just shy of Dimitri “Routinely Snaps Spears Like Pencils” Alexandre Blaiddyd. She routinely brushes off hits from arrows, spears, and axes as the minor inconveniences that they are. And one of her signature moves on the battlefield requires her to launch a large kite shield so high into the air she has time to do a flip and bring her axe down on her unfortunate opponent’s head, only to then catch the shield as it comes back down. Needless to say, she’s doing fine physically.

(And this could actually be the Crest of Flames’ influence. Since it’s not only the Goddess’s Crest, but also a restorative one, it can be argued that it’s offsetting any negative harms to her body its presence would otherwise cause.)

HOWEVER: Crests aren’t just a physical power source - they’re connected to the soul, too. So what if Edelgard’s side effects aren’t physical, but mental?

We already know she has trouble remembering things. Granted, a lot of that can be attributed to the trauma sustained from the torture and imprisonment. But what if her memory loss was due to her dual Crests causing stress on her mind? It’s implied in Azure Gleam that pushing her body and power to the extreme when Thales forced the Hegemon transformation messed something up in her head. Following that fight, we see it’s possible to survive turning back into a human from the Hegemon but…not without consequence. The lights were on but no one was home. The more strain that gets put on her dual Crests, the more they would eat away at her mind. We see glimpses of that in Azure Moon, too, as her Hegemon form in that one took on more extreme, monstrous behaviour (and she only semi-snapped out of it when confronted by Byleth, someone she shares a connection with regardless of route because of their shared Crest).

This may also be why she takes to sketching people she cares about as a hobby (jury’s out on if the drawings are any good, but I like to think they are). She may be looking for methods to make sure she has a way to remember those individuals should anything happen to them. Continued sketching could also be a good way to school her mind into not forgetting details. I personally headcanon that she struggles to remember her siblings in life - at best, she can remember what their corpses looked like. On days when the survivor guilt and ongoing trauma rear their ugly heads, it’s possible she even forgets names.

This kind of thing would be very easy to write off as side effects from her trauma, at first. It’s normal for those who experience something deeply scarring to forget things leading up to it, and during. It’s the brain’s way of trying to heal and protect itself. But what if, as time goes on, she starts to forget a little more each day.

Which…frankly, would be her biggest fear. One of her listed dislikes is “losing control”, so the idea that she’s doomed to slowly lose herself to this thing that was grafted onto her body and soul without her consent must be utterly terrifying to deal with. That may be another reason for why she wants to push her changes through as fast as possible: she may have a relatively normal lifespan, but there will be no guarantee she’ll have her faculties for that long. It’s entirely possible that the longer she lives, the faster she’ll start to lose herself. So she needs to get Fódlan sorted out now, before things take a turn.

And maybe when it does happen she’ll just gently slip away into blissful oblivion and spend the rest of her time alive in relative carefree peace. Or maybe she’ll cling to her consciousness until the bitter end, fully aware that something is deeply wrong but there’s nothing she or anyone else can do and all these people who say they’re her family watch on like they’re witnessing the death of a loved one but that can’t be it because she’s here, she’s alive, she’s… What was her name again?

(Think Alzheimer’s, but caused by magic no human was ever meant to bear being forced into your body when you were barely a preteen.)

I can understand how "Edelgard probably isn't dying like Lysithea is" became a commonish take since the game doesn't really dwell on it, but if you look at the actual ways the game talks about having two crests I think it's pretty clear that Edelgard probably is dying.

The argument usually goes along the lines that since they were able to experiment on the Ordelia's first, that Edelgard probably received a relatively safer version of the experiments. Leaving aside the fact that those same experiments killed or otherwise incapacitated all of Edelgard's siblings so it can't have been that safe, I think focusing on the experiments themselves is missing the point a bit.

While the experiments were brutal and certainly traumatic, it's not the methods of the experimentation but the results of the experiment that are killing Lysithea. She is specifically dying because she has two crests and the human body isn't meant to hold two crests.

Which is also why anytime a character like Hanneman or Linhardt talks about saving her life, their solution is specifically about removing one of her two crests.

So with that in mind, it doesn't really matter if Edelgard got a "safer" version of the experiments (and again, this allegedly safer experiment still killed 10 of the 11 people it was performed on), because the end result of the experiments is responsible for the shortened lifespan.

And like, even aside from that you do have the Edelgard/Lysithea paired ending which specifically talks about reclaiming the years that were stolen from them, so, y'know that seems pretty clear at least.

Again, can't blame anyone for having this take because the game doesn't really talk about Edelgard's mortality. It's one of the rare cases where the game actually trusts the player to put two and two together, but I think in this instance it would probably have been smarter to explicitly address it.

[the-hem]

"Real Hope." From the Chandogya Upanishad, the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Priesthood.

Chapter XXII − The different notes employed in the Chanting of the Saman

1 An Udgatri priest (teacher of the homages) thinks thus: "I choose the deep−sounding note of the Saman (steadiness, contentedness, which is good for the cattle and which belongs to fire (Agni-speech).

The undefined note belongs to Prajapati, the defined note to Soma (the moon- sense and physical pleasures), the soft and smooth note to Vayu (the air thought), the smooth and strong note to Indra, the heron−like note to Brihaspati (the god of prayers) and dull note to Varuna (the god of rain)." Let a man cultivate all these, avoiding, however, the note of Varuna.

2 A man should sing, wishing that by his song he may secure immortality for the gods: "May I obtain by my song oblations (svadha) for the Manes (men without souls*), hope for men, grass and water for cattle, heaven for the sacrificer and food for myself." \

Thus reflecting on all these in his mind, he (the udgatri priest) should chant the praises without making mistakes in pronunciation etc.

*Manes means "of deluded mind." When we pay homage we are asking the mind to recognize its delusions are pointless and connect with the apparent truth. To oblate God on behalf of the mind in order to get it to empty out is the point of religion.

3 All vowels belong to the different parts of Indra's body, all sibilants to Prajapati (the Creator Goddess), all consonants to Mrityu (death). If someone should reprove him (i.e. the udgatri priest who knows this) regarding the pronunciation of vowels, let him say: "I went to Indra (the god of the intellect) for my refuge when pronouncing my vowels. He will answer you."

4 And if someone should reprove him for his sibilants, let him say: "I went to Prajapati for my refuge. He will smash you." And if someone should reprove him for his consonants, let him say" I went to Mrityu for my refuge. He will burn you to ashes."

5 All vowels should be pronounced with resonance and strength and with the thought on the part of the singer: "May I impart strength to Indra (the prana)."

All the sibilants should be pronounced full−without being swallowed or thrown out and with the thought: "May I give myself to Prajapati." All consonants should be pronounced slowly and without mixing them with the others and with the thought: "May I withdraw myself from death."

Verse 2 is the key:

"May I obtain by my song oblations (svadha) for the Manes (men without souls*), hope for men, grass and water for cattle, heaven for the sacrificer and food for myself." Thus reflecting on all these in his mind, he (the udgatri priest) should chant the praises without making mistakes in pronunciation etc.”

There is no other way to act in the capacity of a Chanter of Blessings, the Udgatri than to have hope for mankind. Which it wants in spite of itself.

The Upanishad says to "hope without making mistakes” means one needs to know what one is doing, which is why we read the Torah and the Upanishads so we learn to hope in the right ways for the right things.

The most important is always freedom from unnecessary suffering. We experiecne very few necessary sufferings- droughts, tidal waves, tornadoes, death and old age compared to the bullshit of the unnecessary we allow to take the bridles of our lives.

To hope and have faith in God is to be able to go into church with a conscience free of any hints you are a part of anything that deliberately causes unhappiness in this world. It is absurd to ask people to hope they will not have to endure oppression or apartheid someday. Or to think hopefully but see the news and watch filth, War Criminals like Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell and their child molesting friends in the Mormon Faith continue to take charge of things, or watch transgender persons struggle against the entire world as if our lives depend on it while wars are raging. These things and the people that cause them, are mistakes.

As mistakes such these are addressed, real hope on this world will shine forth.

[the-archxr]

cherry

marc spector x female!reader

summary: marc made you a promise during your most recent encounter. one that he intends to keep, no matter where you two are.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* a couple people asked for a part two to my most recent fic, ‘it’s worth it, it’s divine’ and of course, after I got this idea, I had to. this fic can also be read on its own, you don’t need to read the other one to really know what’s happening (although both have smut and we’re all thirsty bitches so)

warnings: +18 content, like this, is pure porn, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, oral sex (f receiving) honestly that’s all this fic is, fingering, size kink, lots of dirty talk, marc calls reader ‘baby’ again cause that’s his new brand, body worship, public sex, mentions of sexual acts from the other fic, more canon divergence

word count: 3k

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“Fuck, Marc, just—oh my go—“

A large hand places itself over your mouth, robbing your body of any breadth.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you baby?”

You shake your head aggressively, feeling him smile against your core.

“Good.”

Then, for the second time in ten minutes, Marc gives his full attention to you, and goes back to what he was doing…

Eating you out in the hallway.

A sudden nudge of his nose makes you gasp, though it’s stunted as you bite your lip, nearly drawing blood. Your mouth is already raw from his earlier assault, but he’ll stop if you make any more noise. So all you can do is hold on.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It hadn’t even been a full week since you last saw him. Since you two had sex against Hathor’s statue and you rode him until you both came beneath the glittery night sky; since you had the most mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You hadn’t seen him since neither of you really interacted with each other outside of the pyramids. But today was yet another impromptu Council meeting.

This time, apparently, it was because of Khonshu’s doing. Khonshu wanted to talk, which meant that Marc was going to be there, standing before all of you as though the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out a couple nights before.

Not that he was subtle anyway.

Hathor, of course, found it to be incredibly amusing. So much so, that she wouldn’t stop talking your ear off as Marc’s eyes and devilish smirk consistently found yours during the briefing.

It’s not that you were ashamed. Not at all. Fuck, if you could’ve, you would brag about that entire night to everyone you knew.

Everyone except the Ennead.

Because you’re positive Horus would be less than pleased to hear that Hathor’s avatar got dicked down in the main room, much less by the avatar of the god they hated the most.

So you kept quiet and averted Marc’s gaze as much as possible. But your lack of reciprocation did nothing to quell him. In fact, it only seemed to egg him on more. Making the entire meeting incredibly difficult to sit through.

You could feel his stare on you the entire time, even when Isis and Osiris took turns berating him. Even when Khonshu spoke through him, somehow his gaze never left yours. It was this feeling that limited your involvement in the conversation. Luckily Hathor didn’t try to make you talk, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to. You wouldn’t be able to speak to him without thinking of the look on his face as you sat on his cock. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way you screamed his name and begged him to let you cum.

So you kept your eyes to the ground, trying to both tune out the goddess's comments and the meeting at play to the best of your ability.

And then the Council was dismissed. Horus hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were out of your chair and heading for the hallway.

Why are we walking so fast? Don’t you wanna say hi to your friend?

Hathor’s voice was playful as she thudded behind you, laughing to herself as she went on and on about Marc.

You’re the only person I know who runs from someone who gave them a mind-blowing orgasm, ya know, is what she said to you.

You never responded to her, far too focused on navigating the halls as quickly as possible until you were free.

But then he cut you off.

And so here you were: your head thrown against the wall with Marc’s face stuffed between your thighs and that familiar tightening sensation returning like a blazing fire.

“Marc…” you call out to him. He chuckles, misinterpreting it as a moan. You move your hips against him (ignoring the twinge of pleasure that radiates down your legs), to get him off of you so that way you can reason with him.

You need to tell him that you want him. So fucking bad. But you can’t have him here. Especially with the other avatars still congregating in the next room.

“Marc, honey.” With a huff, Marc stands up straight, face and chest incredibly close to yours. The air around the two of you grows thin, and suddenly, you feel light-headed. “The other avatars, they’re still here. We can’t—you can’t…”

His hand tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear before settling his palm on the side of your cheek. “Baby, I’m sure they’ve done much worse things.” He leans down, nipping and suckling at the hollow of your throat. “Besides, they won’t know if you don’t make any noise. I made you a promise…” A finger comes up to your lips and separates them; the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “And I am a man of my word. Now…can I go back to my meal? I promise to make you feel just as good as last time, baby.”

You whimper along with a barely-there nod; body involuntarily folding into his. He grins. “Wonderful.”

And with that, he falls to his knees again, yanking your shorts and underwear down from your knees to your ankles. He holds them until you step out of them, before neatly folding the garment beside you.

He starts just underneath your breasts, leaving scorching kisses through the fabric of your t-shirt as his hands run up and down your bare legs. They leave goosebumps in their wake as he slowly edges to where you want—need—him most. He descends down to your cunt, nudging his nose into every curve, slowly mouthing at your hip. His palm splays across the expanse of your thigh, kneading the flesh there.

He’s slow this time around. His desire is not as rushed or hungry. There’s a different sort of passion to his actions.

Puffs of his hot breath hit your pussy, until he’s widening the space between your thighs and kissing you right at the junction of your left thigh.

“Mhmm, missed you.” He mumbles to himself before moving in. His lips wrap around your clit, slowly massaging the little bundle of nerves until every one of them has been turned on. He hums at his own ministrations, and the vibration stings the base of your spine. He toys with you, the ashes he left in his wake a couple days ago reigniting in an instant.

Your hand shoots to his scalp, fingers carding through his hair mindlessly. A feeble attempt to make yourself busy as his mouth does its work.

All thought of the Ennead walking in on this leaves you as he laps at your dripping arousal. He acts like a man on death row like you’re his final meal and he’s going to enjoy it in every way he can. He’s messy; all tongue and teeth and feather-light kisses that make your bones shake. His shoulders hold your body in place against the wall as his head dips and moves in the low glow of the hallway light. You’re nearly off the floor; only his body, and your tiptoes supporting you, as he pulls your hips forward to meet his mouth.

The noises are obscene. A mix of grumbles, hums, and breathy moans echo around you until all you can hear is the sound of him enjoying the taste of you.

He promised you last time that the second time you came was going to be on his face. And with the way the pleasure sears through you, you guarantee that he’s going to get what he wants.

Your back arches into him as your grip on his hair tightens. You feel the way he tries to calm himself down at that. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Another swirl of his tongue. “So. Good… Can tell you’re close.”

You sigh, head lolling to the end of the hallway. You can hear the faint voices of the avatars—still present and chatting as you are being brought to an impending orgasm. It’s an interesting contrast; knowing that they are blissfully unaware of how Khonshu’s avatar has been bringing you to your climax for the second time in this fucking pyramid.

You do your best to be quiet; to keep your sounds to a minimum so as to not alert them. But then his tongue flicks your hole before it slips in and you're slapping your free palm against your mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut as your hips gyrate at a much faster speed. “Marc…” you whisper, freeing your face of your hand as a particularly loud moan tickles the back of your throat. You hold it there. Desperately trying to keep your release under control. Except he makes it so very strenuous.

Because he’s dangling you over the edge. So close, that just one more stray movement would have you tumbling over the cliff, a mess of sweat and cries as you fuck his face.

“You’re holding back, baby. C’mon. Cum on my face. Wanna taste you for real.” You let out a low grunt at his words. He can still feel you holding your orgasm in, which seems to only frustrate him. And it’s that action alone that makes his hands tighten around your hips as his tongue moves in you faster. A desire to toss you over the cliff and watch as you unravel.

The feeling is all-consuming. You need to cum. So, so badly. But you won’t. You can’t. They’ll absolutely hear you if you do.

But then you feel his hips against the lower part of your leg and you realize he’s grinding himself on you. Marc dry-humps your bare leg, loudly groaning at the friction of his jeans and your trembling body. He’s getting himself off as he eats you out, and it’s that thought that has you crashing.

Your jaw falls slack, movements coming to a halt as you hold him against you. You white-knuckle the fist full of curls as you quiver beneath the weight of his body. Thankfully, no noise escapes you. Just the occasional squeak as your mouth stays open in a silent moan. You came on his face; the same way in which he promised you; the same way in which he wanted.

But he keeps at his pace. Keeps licking and sucking at you, even after your high has gone.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “That was good. You’re so good for me.” He bites at the curve of your hip bone, before soothingly licking at it. “But I think you can do better. Think you can be louder. What do you say hmm?” You squint at him through half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. “Think you can give me a couple more?”

“Couple more?!” Your voice shrieks, the sudden attention of what he’s demanding rattling around your brain. And then you realize how loud you were, and you practically melt into the wall out of embarrassment.

You let out a loud sigh. “Fuck, Marc. Someone’s—you kept your promise. Please. You—you made me feel good, please. I promise.“

He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he shakes his head. “No. No, I don’t think I did. I think…” he palms you then, the heel of his hand pressing deeply into you. “I think I need to make sure that you feel good.”

His fingers tease your throbbing entrance mercilessly as he awaits a response. Though you come up with nothing as you rack your brain for something. Anything. Part of you knows the dangers of you getting in trouble by a far-too-curious Council member, and wants to protest Marc’s efforts. But the other part of you—the part that is still incredibly turned on by the way he pats your folds like an instrument—knows you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to pull every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from you.

And that’s when you make your decision.

Looking down at him, you inhale deeply, hoping it’ll give you as much confidence as possible. “Give it to me. However many you can just—please…fuck me, Marc. Fuck me.”

He’s stoic for a moment. A brief flicker of shock until his face contorts into a wide grin. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think I can stop if we get goin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bring your hand to the back of his head, eagerly pushing him into you. “I want to cum on your face.”

“…God, I thought you’d never ask.”

Figuratively and literally, he dives back into you. Your lips are swollen and puffy and you’re nearly numb as he continues to eat you out. There’s hardly any build-up this time. Instead, he’s just licking everything, everywhere until you can hear your wetness. It’s dirty—fucking filthy as his head bobs between your thighs.

The stimulation is blinding; boiling beneath your skin to the point where your heartbeat feels like it’s coming from your throbbing pussy. He paws at you, desperate to taste every inch of you. Desperate to hear every sound possible come from you. He flattens his tongue; swirls it around your aching bud, nips, sucks, and shoves it back into your entrance. He falls into a rhythm; a mix-up of different actions that make you want to cry. “Fucking shit, Marc. More, please. Wanna’ cum.”

He doesn’t stop; determined to know every single thing about you. Inside and out. To memorize the way you cum. To know the way you feel tightening around every part of him. To have your thighs shake around his head; to have you gush on his tongue. He continues his pattern, ever-so-slightly increasing his speed with the pitch of your moans. “Fuck, fuck. Marc, I’m—holy shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna—I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You nearly fall off the wall into him as your orgasm rips through you. You scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. You’re gasping in between each wave; each ebb and flow of your release affects a different part of your body until you fall limp and your grip on his body ceases.

Immediately—as though the man doesn’t need to breathe—he’s standing up, body fully engulfing you as he breathes into your neck. He’s huge (you know he is, every part of him). And the fact that your body seems so small in comparison to his, makes you wet all over again. “Want one more, baby. Think you can do that?”

You don’t respond. Simply, you just crash your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his tongue as it explores everything it can. The act is filthy; painfully sexy as you groan through flash images and reminiscent feelings. Somehow you can’t get enough. Your body feels like it’s floating. It’s nearly in complete ecstasy. But you know have another one in you. You’re not fully satisfied. You can feel the desperation for one more release deep in your bones.

You just need one more.

You don’t speak, at least you don’t think you do. You don’t voice your desires into existence. But regardless, Marc knows. Because then he’s dragging two fingers through your slit, collecting your cum before dipping the digits into your aching hole. Your chest heaves almost instantly. Your body opens itself up to him, fully allowing itself to feel everything. To feel the building of your third orgasm.

Fuck, just one more…

He pumps his fingers a couple times inside you before curling them near your cervix, mimicking a come-hither motion. You moan into his mouth, his throat eager to swallow every little sound you make.

“God, baby, just like that.” Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head at this point as he uses his thumb to stroke you while his other fingers pump in and out. In and out.

“That feel good, honey?” He ponders, feigning innocence. You can tell he’s watching the way his fingers fully sheathe themselves in your pussy. The way they disappear, then reappear covered in the remnants of your orgasm and the perpetual arousal; the beginnings of your third climax. And fuck you’re almost there. You’re so stimulated, so fucking horny that he’s already brought you there. You’ve started to ride his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, until you’re sore and bedridden and can’t think about anything other than how hard he makes you cum.

“Fuck.” He growls into your neck. “Gonna cum again, baby?”

You nod, grinding down onto his fingers as quickly as your aching body can muster. The sounds of his wrist slapping against your mound drive you mad; crazy for the way they move inside you. You can feel the bend of his knuckles and the base of his fingers where they meet his palm. They curl and glide with ease as he rubs you in just the right way. His actions are fast. So frenzied and erotic. So deliciously hot that you can’t tell the difference between the heavy pounding of his fingers or the growing knot right above your pussy.

“Harder,” you cry. “Fuck, Marc, don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes, baby. Wanna watch you.”

Willing yourself to open them, your fingers go down to his hand buried between your folds. You grab it, feeling the way the muscles flex and ripple beneath the skin as they move with you. Gasping, you arch into his chest, maintaining eye contact as you watch his pupils dilate.

And then the coil breaks. It’s a hard snap that renders the lower half of your body completely devoid of any feeling. Whining, you shove your head into his neck, biting his shoulder as your vision goes blurry. Your climax is hard and goes away just as quickly as it came. Yet your body still shudders. Your contentment lives in the afterglow of your euphoria and allows you to move slowly against his hand until you come back down from space.

Marc presses kiss after kiss—all gentle and loving—into your hair. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching pussy, but he doesn’t move them either. Just keeps them there for a moment as he breathes in your scent.

“My turn.”

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