#Red and Blue are the twins that are polar opposites

[spaced-out-tiger]

…so I had an idea-

(I’ll drop my ideas if anyone’s interested-)

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Snakes Whisper

you are here! - ch. ii

A/N: I decided to revise and repost this. I wanted to fix it up. I met a lot of people who were sad that it vanished.

tags: Jamil Viper x fem!reader, aged up au (they are both 18+), hypnotism, no smut wc: 4.1k+

You laid in bed scrolling mindlessly through your phone in the darkness of your bedroom. Grim had been shipped away with Ace and Deuce for a ‘Boys Trip’. That was just code for he was starting to get on your nerves and you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you got your favorite two dummies to watch him for the weekend while you enjoyed some alone time. And with them owing you so many favors after saving their asses so many times? They had no choice but to do as you asked. 

You made it through your MagiCam feed seeing Vil trash a shady makeup brand, a video of Lilia skateboarding extremely well for a man his age, Cater and Trey wrapping rubber bands around a large watermelon, all the way down to Kalim posing on his flying carpet with a charming grin. He was midair, white locks tousled by the wind as he winked at the camera with the bright blue sky and cottony clouds as his backdrop. Most of the people in his comments were girls telling him how handsome he was. And then there was Jamil at the very top of the comment section. In fact, his comment was pinned by Kalim.  ‘Stop being so stupid and get down.’

You couldn’t help but snort at the response and rolled your eyes. You could practically hear Jamil’s voice echoing in your brain from how often you heard him nag his Housewarden. You decided to like his comment and respond as well. 

‘Be nice!’ There was a reason so many girls and even guys fawned over Kalim Al-Asim. Not just because of his bottomless wallet, but because he didn’t scowl all the time. Because he was fun and lovable to be around. Jamil was the polar opposite. Cold and unapproachable, always scowling and scolding. “Maybe if he was more like Kalim…” You muttered and your eyes widened as you caught yourself. Jamil acting cheerful and friendly like Kalim? Scarabia would be coated in a full inch of snow before that happened.

You pondered a moment before curiosity struck you. What does Jamil’s MagiCam account even look like? You never attempted to look or seek out his posts. The only way you even knew about him having an account was because Kalim tagged him in almost everything. You hesitated with your finger hovering over Jamil’s username. It’s not stalking. It’s a public MagiCam account. With a soft inhale, you mustered up the courage to proceed with eyeballing the Vice Housewarden. There weren’t many photos, but you feasted your eyes on the few there were. A lot of them were taken by Kalim or had been set by a timer. 

One of the posts was of Jamil doing a handstand in a red tank top, his hardened stomach exposed with the shine of sweat as he gave a sharp toothed smile to the camera. A video of him showing how he braided his golden charms into his hair. Slim, charcoal gray eyes were watching the camera with such intensity you would’ve thought he was staring at you directly. A collection of photos that Kalim had taken of Jamil during basketball practice and the final home game of the season. His back faced away from the camera as he lifted his jersey to get air flowing through the garment, exposing his toned body and strong back again, more sweat causing his golden brown skin to shine. A photo of him shooting a three point shot during a game against the Royal Swords Academy, his long ponytail was pinned into a bun, and the one after was Ace jumping onto him as they cheered. Jamil succeeded. The final photo in the collection was him and Floyd standing next to each other, the Leech twin had lifted Jamil’s jersey to show off his sweat slicken stomach with a large bruise forming right above his belly button while the shorter student flexed an arm with a tight, pained smile. The caption simply said: ‘Ouch!’ 

Kalim was in the comments to clarify what happened in the final photo as you were as curious as the hundreds of others. ‘One of the guys on the other team elbowed Jamil pretty hard, but that didn’t stop him!! He’s so much cooler when he does something he enjoys!!’

Your heart fluttered through your chest as you continued the task of scrolling through Jamil’s account for more content. You couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face as you studied how he looked mid laugh, how he poked out his tongue when he was focusing. How his body language looked when he was relaxed. How handsome his side profile looked in his off guard photos. You stopped scrolling as your heart skipped a beat in realization: Were you crushing on Jamil? Jamil Viper, who played the role of Kalim’s stressed out babysitter? Jamil who has the powerful ability to hypnotize and control you if he so chooses at any given point in time? 

It must be his unique spell in effect. Yeah, he casted it on his MagiCam page to make you feel like this. There’s no way you could like him. Sure you spoke here and there, but there was never any romantic chemistry between you. 

Sitting beside him in class with your elbows brushing as he shared his collected notes with you, the faint coconut and warm vanilla scent of his hair surrounding you and filling your senses as he leaned in. How he would gently scold you while marking what you got wrong during a study session between, but he would then explain it a different way each time until you understood. The way your skin was electrified when you came over to help for a dinner party, and his large hands would gently grip your waist and inch you aside so he could get around you, his long hair tickled your skin when he whispered a soft ‘excuse me’ into your ear.

Zero chemistry. 

You went back to digging through his account, biting the smile off of your face and rolling onto your side. You just want to get to know him a little better since he was such a reserved person outside of Kalim. A photo of Jamil chewing the top of a straw flat with Kalim sitting beside him in a booth,  two long red straws up his nose as he made a strange face. A video of Jamil dancing with Kalim to a popular idol song challenge, you caught yourself only watching Jamil instead of the pair together before swiping away out of embarrassment.

The next one left your mouth hanging open as you stared. It was Jamil taking a timed selfie with his arms crossed over his chest, his tongue stretched out of his mouth to show off… It’s very, very impressive length and very sharp canine teeth. By eyeballing along you guessed it was about four- No. Five inches long. Much longer than any tongue you’ve seen before. The most fantastical part of the image was that it had been split in half. The rouge colored muscle flexed and twisted into a coil shape. 

You lingered a little too long as your eyes then studied his sharp gaze, confident and if you held your phone up just right it was like he was looking down at you. Right at the bottom you could see the tops of his knees, his legs parted to show his relaxed body language. 

Like a king ready to command his servant. 

You felt your face start to grow warm as you started chewing on your lower lip, eyes widening larger than dinner plates as you read the caption. ‘Is it long enough for you?’ It was as if you could hear Jamil growling it into your ear with a smirk on his face, his hands would be on your hips when he said it, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together. Was he intending to take the photo in such a way? It was his most popular post and you couldn’t help but scroll through some of his many comments. 

‘Oh wow…’ ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ ‘We must stay focused…’ ‘I heard split tongues feel like two people instead of one.’

At least you weren’t alone. But you were scared to let Jamil know you were digging through his MagiCam account. So, you opted to look closer at the photo and its many details to burn the image and the power it held over you into your memory until the day you died. You knew you would never see Jamil posing in such a way ever again. Stretching his warm, wet tongue out for you to dream about whenever you wanted. The way his eyes looked down on you as if to remind you of your place beneath him. A harsh reminder that a girl like you would never have the luxury of seeing exactly what the split muscle was capable of doing to, and for you. Feeling the sticky sweat slicked skin of his against your bare body as he forced his tongue down your throat, tangling with yours and you would be left gasping for air. His strong hips rolling against yours and you would struggle to keep up with his rhythm. The warm and inviting smell of vanilla and coconut from his long silky hair, tickling your skin like lips peppering you in cheeky kisses. His deep voice rasping in your ear, whispering and moaning things you could only dream about. His sharp eyes would be silently judging your every sound and movement and he would punish you the moment he dictated that you weren’t up to standard.

You liked the photo.

You weren’t sure what carnal desire overtook you in that moment as you finally snapped your opened mouth shut. Now there's a rolling tide of bashfulness washing over you. Why like this picture? Why not like any of the much more tame ones? Your eyes fell half lidded as the warmth between your legs became way more intense, and you were alone in the dorm for the night. You shyly slipped a hand between your legs and rubbed over the developing wet patch in your panties with a flushed face. You wanted to get off to the picture Jamil. Badly. But before you could get any more intimate with the photo on your screen, a notification appeared in your inbox. Your eyes were now filled with shock, your hand frozen in place. 

It was from Jamil. 

You felt your heart sink into your stomach and you developed a conspiracy that maybe he saw that you liked his picture and was waiting for a chance to talk with you. He was able to see all the fleeting fantasies you just had about him and his long tongue and was getting ready to scold you the moment you opened his message. To tell you how filthy and slutty you were for getting turned on by an innocent photo of him. How you were a lonely pervert who would hop into his lap if he commanded you to, with or without his unique magic. Or maybe he just wants to talk to you just because he noticed you were awake. 

You hesitated to open the message as you pulled your hand away. Whatever pent up desires you wanted to silently enact in the darkness of your bedroom would have to wait. Instead you braced yourself for whatever the message may be. Your shoulders shrugged as your eyes scanned over the little gray text bubble. Your heart fluttered once more and the warmth quickly returned. 

[Jamil]: This is strange to ask. But can I come over?  [Jamil]: Now?

You stared at the message with your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head. Jamil wants to come over? Right now? You shot up in bed tearing your gaze away from your phone to instead  look yourself over in alarm. It was 9:35 at night. But whatever it was could be important, especially since the request is coming from Jamil. You responded quickly as you swung your legs to slide over the edge of the bed.

[~]: Of course! It’s just me here. I’m watching a movie. What’s up?

You offered a casual white lie and tugged at the fabric of the oversized school shirt you wore. You sniffed at the fabric with knit brows. Your eyes never left the phone screen as you sucked air through your teeth. You needed to change, after a quick shower. 

[Jamil]: Grim isn’t there with you?

You read the message and felt your heart rate pick up, your stomach twisted and curled into anxiously excited knots. Grim isn’t here. Jamil is coming over. It’s dark out. It’s getting late. You were scrambling around the room in search of a more appropriate set of pjs. Black velvet shorts and a white tight fitting short sleeve shirt to go with it. Not that you didn’t like wearing an oversized shirt with a mysterious stain on the collar. But that was while you were alone or around Grim and the ghosts passing by. It wasn’t for an unplanned male company who was capable of hypnotizing you with a single selfie.

[~]: Nope! I sent him to hang out with Ace and Deuce for the weekend!

[Jamil]: Must be nice to ship him away, I might do the same with Kalim. I want to talk with you. I’ll be there soon. It won’t take long.

A small scream left your mouth as you sent a thumbs up emoji in response. You felt giddy as you grabbed your best smelling soaps and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You brushed your tongue and teeth as you lathered yourself in suds, thinking of what it could be that he was coming over to talk about? Maybe he’ll profess his burning love for you? As if. You washed your hair next, scrubbing at your scalp as your eyes were trained on the digital screen of your phone. He would be here soon, and who knows if he borrowed the magic carpet? 

The thought sent you into a panicked frenzy as you rinsed your hair and jumped out of tub. After swiftly towel drying yourself off you entered your room and slipped into your shorts, tugging the white shirt over your head. There was an attempt to dry your hair with the towel as you looked yourself over in the standing mirror. You hadn’t noticed how sheer the shirt was until now, and the droplets of water dripping from your hair onto your chest weren’t helping either. 

Your nipples were visible, clad only in a thin white filter and you debated on how much time you had to find something else. But part of you wanted Jamil to see. Maybe he would make a much more interesting expression than his usual frown. There was a loud knock from downstairs and you sprung into action as you checked your phone. A final message from Jamil. 

[Jamil]: I’m here.

You left your phone on your nightstand, quickly rubbing the towel against your head one final time before throwing it haphazardly into the bathroom and heading down the stairs. You whispered to yourself words of encouragement and took a deep breath. He just wants to talk. Unlocking the door and tugging it open, you greeted the student standing before you. 

Jamil was staring down at his phone as he stood on the porch, the moon covering him in a ghostly pale light. Charcoal gray eyes were the first to greet you as a soft ‘hey’ escaped his lips. Jamil’s long hair was braided and tied up in his usual ponytail, but it was held in place with a maroon colored scrunchie. He wore a dark red sweatshirt, black jogging sweats and his sandals with large golden scarabs on them. You quickly stepped out of the way to let Jamil into the dorm and his eyes remained trained on you and you noticed a rouge painting it’s way onto his cheeks. He must’ve noticed your top.

“The TV is off.” He filled the silence and interrupted your silent victory with his eyes tearing away from you to instead glance around the dimly lit Ramshackle. You spun on your heels to the small TV with a nervous laugh. Shit, you forgot to turn it on. “Oh! Yeah it’s a pretty crappy TV, it just shuts off on its own sometimes.” You made up an excuse but Jamil wasn’t buying it. “I see, anyways there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He cleared his throat while tucking his phone into the pocket of his pants. “Sorry to come over so late, but it wasn’t something I could just talk about over text.” He explained and you straightened up. It must be something serious then, just as you thought. His gaze irritated as he looked you over, but you were not the cause of Jamil’s anger. “Kalim has a crush on you, and plans to tell you tomorrow.” He announced with his arms now folded over his chest.

“Huh?” You couldn’t help the sound that suddenly left your mouth as you stood there in shock. Eyebrows raised and eyes widened as you blinked in alarm. Kalim has a crush on you? And he’s planning to confess tomorrow? You were close with Kalim as a friend, but you never felt anything romantic between you. He was very sweet but you didn’t feel the same way. He was just too… Goofy. Not someone who fit your partner preferences. “Did Kalim ask you to come and tell me this?” You asked, feeling guilt building up in your stomach knowing that you would reject him tomorrow. 

Hopefully Kalim would take it well. Otherwise, the respectable Ramshackle Prefect would forever be known as a heartless monster. Crushing the affections of the most chipper person on campus. “No, I’m telling you for personal reasons.” Your heart jumped in your chest. He took a step closer, tilting his head away from you with his lips pursed into a thin line. Your body felt frozen in place as your pulse picked up impossible speeds. What was he trying to say? ”You should reject Kalim tomorrow.” He stated firmly and snapped his head back at you. His eyes narrowed as his expression began to relax. You were stunned by the declaration as you locked eyes with Jamil. A smug smile curled onto his lips. “We locked eyes.” You were confused, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a sudden weight applying pressure to the back of your skull. You pressed a hand against your temple as Jamil began to speak.

“The person reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer if you are asked. Obey if you are ordered.”

Your knees felt weak as they locked, the clothes hugging your body held you down like cinder blocks as Jamil stepped closer. The pressure was spreading from the back of your head all the way around to the front. As if a snake was constricting itself around your brain and giving it a tight squeeze. “Snakes Whisper.” You straightened out immediately. Being trapped in your own unmoving body caused fear to electrify your veins. Jamil had successfully hypnotized you. 

You stared straight ahead at Jamil who was now eyeing you up and down, cupping his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. He appeared proud of himself. “You will reject him, won’t you?” His voice was filled with confidence, his tone soft like expensive silk as you remained unmoving and heavy. There was a sudden pressure applied in your neck as you nodded slowly. You could feel a bizarre tickle of static zipping through your brain as your mouth fell open. “Of course I will.” You were shocked by how easily Jamil was able to manipulate you into doing and saying what he wanted. Even when you were under his control in the past… That was a finger flick compared to the total manipulation you were under now. “You don’t love Kalim.” Jamil was getting closer now, herding you towards the old, striped couch behind you. 

“Kalim is troublesome, foolish, and too naive to ever properly take care of you in a relationship. You would be stuck with not only babysitting Grim, but your own ‘boyfriend’.” Your butt pressed against the soft piece of furniture, your heart racing in your chest as your breathing remained slow and steady. Jamil caged you against the couch with his long arms on either side of you. The familiar scent of coconut and vanilla made you sigh with delight. He was frowning and his eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was twisting into jealousy. “I’ve spent all my life in second place to Kalim, but not anymore. That idiot should have never told me his plans.” He sighed. “How cocky can he be?” Jamil grumbled. One of his hands left the couch to hold onto your upper arm in a tight, yet reassuring grip. 

“He isn’t better than me in any way, and I don’t plan to lose to him on this.” He growled and leaned in, his head pressing against yours and your eyes met once more. The charcoal gray had flaming embers within and you could feel the excitement from earlier returning. Jamil likes you.

“You will not accept Kalim’s confession.” Jamil whispered with his opposite hand cupping your throat. His lips suddenly connected with yours. Rough and messy. You felt your heart leap into your throat as his split tongue pressed against your teeth, swiping and flicking over the bones before rubbing gently against your own dormant muscle. You gasped softly under your stolen breaths as Jamil’s grip on your arm and throat slowly tightened and he pulled away with a wet smack. “You will stay here, you’re feeling under the weather. Very under the weather. You will not attend any of your classes tomorrow.” He commanded softly and your head bobbed in agreement. 

His lips connected with yours again, much hungrier this time as his teeth knocked against yours. A grunt of pain was pushed out of your throat and into his mouth. You wanted to move your hands, you wanted to touch Jamil. You wanted to feel his heart under the palm of your hand. But all you had the power to do was twitch your fingers with need. Jamil closed more of the distance between you, his weight pressing down on you heavier than his spell. 

Your bodies fit together like snug puzzle pieces as he pulled his head away, Jamil’s long, split  tongue flicked out to swipe over your lower lip. A silvery string of saliva left you both connected. “I’ll collect all of your notes for you. I can’t let you hear his confession. Not until you’ve heard mine.” He was breathless when he spoke and again, his grip on you loosened. “I’ll confess when you aren’t hypnotized. But for now, I’ll just convince you that I’m the better partner.” He exhaled with determination to prove to you that Kalim was inferior in every way. With his body so close, you could feel his cock starting to harden and press against you. 

Your breath hitched in excitement as his hips rolled against yours with slow rocks. “Well, I can convince your body at least.” He purred with a soft chuckle before tugging you away from the couch by your arm. “Let’s go upstairs. The ghosts aren’t around are they?” He asked and you silently shook your head. The spell was making your body heavy, and you could feel the constricting feeling around your skull starting to slowly loosen. It was painful, leaving you with a dull headache. But you didn’t have the power to speak up. You did have the power to rub  your thighs together from excitement. Being hypnotized unwillingly was not how you expected your night to go. You thought you would’ve been happy just spending alone time with your phone and most dominant hand. But Jamil was here to prove you wrong. 

“Walk up the stairs. Show me to your bedroom.” He commanded and your legs were now moving on their own.

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 65: Dorm Leader 3rd Edition Redesigns (Part 1)

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Much like their Dorm Fairy companions, the girls also got redesigned! The reason being is that Phoenix felt she was making them look to simple. So she chose to once again redesign them, only this time, designing them to cater more to their preferences and personalities, as well as matching the aesthetics of each Disney Princesses' respective movies.

🍎 Evonie Apfel

Now resembling a soldier, Evonie's hair is now in a wavy low ponytail offering her much more mobility when she's fencing.

Her ensemble now consists of a pale yellow tunic with a sweetheart bodice and gold trim worn underneath a blue vest with gold trim, a pair of red gem buttons on each side of the vest each attached to a pair of gold toggles, red transparent floral printed bishop sleeves, and a small cleavage cutout. For footwear, Evonie wears a pair of black heeled shoes with gold circular buckles and blue cuffs with similar looking buckles, she's also shown wearing red socks.

Evonie accessorizes with a gold circlet with a red diamond jewel, a gold brooch with a red diamond on the center of her vest collar, black gloves worn underneath a pair of blue fingerless gloves with gold trim and a pair of pale yellow lace gloves underneath, a brown belt with a circular buckle and a gold crown ring with a red jewel on her right index finger.

👠 Ella Glaciel

With a more professional ensemble due to representing her family's brand, Ella wears an ensemble that appears to take inspiration from Cinderella's servant uniform. The shoes were made and gifted to her by her father to serve as a memento of him when she enrolled. Like he's with her in spirit, he's thinking about her, and/or the shoes serve as a reminder of how he cherishes her dearly.

Ella's hair is now a lighter pink shade and she is shown wearing muted blue eyeshadow. The ensemble Ella wears consists of a white puff sleeve top with the sleeves having a silver outline, muted blue cuffs and muted dark blue ruffle. The top is worn underneath a muted pale blue dress with the upper part having the center portion a darker color, and a pair of white gem buttons on each side of the center attached to a pair of silver toggles. At the dress' waist, there is a pocket with the opening of it having muted navy blue trim and silver outline and a circular white gem attached to muted dark blue ribbon. The dress' skirt has a thin silver trim, muted blue trim and muted dark blue ruffle trim. For footwear, Ella wears a pair of muted blue heeled loafers with silver details and dark blue bows alongside white leggings with thin lines.

Ella accessorizes with silver three pointed tiara with a white oval gem worn behind a muted navy blue hair bow, a pair of pearl earrings, a muted navy blue cross tie with a silver brooch with three silver flowers and pale blue gems on the bottom and blue bird wings on each side with a light blue gem with a feather outline in the center, and a silver crown ring with a white jewel on her right index finger.

🐰 Allison Liddel

Allison's new ensemble was made to be the polar opposite of her twin Maddison, as well as being made for active movement since she's constantly moving. Allison's hair is also a softer color than prior and has turquoise eyeshadow.

The ensemble consists of a white top with puff sleeves that include turquoise and gold cuffs. The top is worn underneath a muted turquoise mismatched jumper with suspenders and gold rectangular buckles and trim. For footwear, Allison sports a pair of black boots with gold rectangular buckles with white leggings.

Allison accessorizes with a black ribbon headband with a crown shaped charm in the center, a gold clock brooch with a turquoise and purple gradient, a pair of black waistbands and most notably a chain on her suspenders with charms shaped like a purple mushroom, a white rose with red paint and an orange cat attached to a a turquoise cookie brooch with the words "EAT ME" in pink and a gold key with card suit shapes and the bit resembling an eaten cookie.

🌹 Briar Auroria

Briar's new ensemble was made to inline her with Aurora's Briar Rose persona, with the ensemble's color palette being more muted to make her resemble more of a young woman. The sash was gifted to her by Yolanda as a congratulatory gift. As a tribute to her friend, Briar commissioned her uniform to complement the sash. Her golden blonde hair is also slightly darker and she has magenta eyeshadow.

Briar's ensemble consists of a white-pinkish tinted blouse worn underneath a muted brownish purple sweetheart bodice with muted gold trim and a muted mauve pink skirt. For footwear, Briar wears a pair of flat sharp black shoes with gold buckles alongside grayish purple leggings.

Briar accessorizes with a muted gold five pointed tiara, a rectangular gold brooch with a magenta gem embedded inside on her bodice, a muted fuchsia shawl with magenta gems with muted gold tassels on each side, each of which connected by a pale gold chain, a brownish purple sash with brown trim, diamond designs and the gem in the center matching the brooch, and a muted gold crown ring with a magenta jewel on her right index finger.

🐠 Cerule Oceana

Cerule's ensemble looks more sporty and less cluttered than her previous ensembles. Most notably, Cerule's hair features three ahoges and the rest of her hair is in a twist ponytail as an homage to her mermaid heritage. She also wears purple eyeshadow.

Cerule wears a turquoise sleeveless one piece sailor suit with the center being an off white color, has eight purple gem buttons and silver trimming. For footwear, Cerule sports a pair of turquoise boots with silver soles and transparent turquoise cuffs that resemble mermaid fins.

Cerule accessorizes with a pearl headband with each strap attached to a yellow seashell above her ear with the left one having a silver teardrop brooch with a purple gem embedded inside, a light brown choker attached to a silver hoop charm which is attached to a yellow seashell with three pearls on top, a violet scarf, a pair of pearl bracelets over brown waistbands, a brown belt with a yellow seashell satchel, a turquoise transparent wrap that resembles a mermaid's tail fin and a silver crown ring with a purple jewel on her right index finger.

[octahedral-chaos]

Starfolks and Colour Variants: Some more Markings... And Mutations in general

As stated in the previous post, starfolks can have a variety of different markings which were:

Iridescence (II)

Points (Po)

Reverse Points (RPo)

Leopard (Leo)

Tiger/ Quagga/ Thylacine (Tig I, II and III)

Countershade (Cs)

Ticking (Tk)

Metallic/ Akhal-teke (Akt)

Somatic (Soma)

Of course, all of these aren't the only ones that starfolks have.

First off, Skewbald and Piebald. In technical terms, most starfolks are Skewbald, not Piebald. Skewbald is used to denote Dual-types that are mainly green, or any non-standard starfolk colours (Black or white), while Piebald is exclusively for Somatic starfolks.

Stewbald results in large, irregular patches of white and the base colour. Same applies to Piebald, but with black and white patches instead. Skewbald is denoted by "Skb."

Next is Tabby. Tabby shows up as a series of stripes, as well as white extremities and dorsal stripe. The latter two are important for distinguishing a Tabby from a Tig-gene starfolk. Tabbies are denotes by Tab.

Tapir (Ag) gives white spots and stripes on the side. This is somewhat common in most starfolks. In white light starfolks, this gene is not expressed.

Merle (Mrl) gives a starfolk a distinctive lighter colouration with darker swirls and patches, with the swirls being the darkest colours. However, Double-Merle (Mlr/Mlr) starfolks don't live very long, as that is a fatal gene.

Dalmatian gives a starfolk a pure white or light coloured base with spots that are in the true bade colour. Completely absent in white light starfolks.

Then there's Wolf. Wolf is, interestingly enough, only found in Dark starfolks. The Wolf (Wf) gene results in a lighter and desaturated base colour (So grey for black, light brown for brown, etc), with brownish extremities and lighter underside. This may also include white "mask" that is only visible when the physical form is showing.

Tricolour (Tri) gives Black, white and brown/ red/ orange/ yellow colouration, depending on which Rank it is.

Mutations

We also mentioned some colour mutations in the previous post, which are:

Somatic

Albinism

Melanism

Axanthism is the lack of red and yellow pigments. In starfolks, this isn't seen in light starfolks (Although they could have this), but is extremely noticeable in dark and dual-types. Axanthistic dual-types tend to be blue instead of green or purple, while dark starfolks tend to have white colouration where the red should normally go.

Xanthochromism is the excess of yellow pigmentation. This shows up as green (Light) or yellow (dual-type). This is not as noticeable in Dark starfolks.

Erythrism is the excess of red pigments. This is similar to Xanthochromism, but with red instead of green or yellow.

Now on to things that aren't colour mutations!

First off, conjoined twins.

Of course, just like in regular animals, sometimes things go a bit awry during development. Sometimes an egg's embryo splits into two, creating twins.

But then sometimes, an embryo splits incompletely, forming conjoined twins. There's many ways this could present itself:

Polycephaly, where there are two heads instead of one. Most often appears similar to Janus twins.

Polymelia, where there are extra limbs.

One head with two bodies

Two bodies and heads, but joined at the chest and/or hip

There's also Cyclopia, which is usually found in starfolks that have a pair of eyes. This results in a single eye, but also death as this is a sign of serious internal complications. The single eyed/ faceless equivalent is polyocular.

Then there's polydactyl, where a starfolk has extra digits. This seems strangely common in dual-types with a high percentage of dark polarity for some reason.

Syndactyly is the opposite: The fusing of digits. There is a certain famous light starfolk who has this condition... no it is not Edda, we were talking about Caraway!

*Ahem* Anyways... that's all of the mutations that we could remember. Please let us know what topic you would like us to tackle next.

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Fictober 2023 Day 5

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Prompt: 20 - "This better be good." Rating: Gen Characters: Jedi Knight (Kaitali Verbir), Darth Nox, Ashara Ship: N/A Warnings: Mentions of slavery and death

Kaitali wasn't sure how she felt about working with the Empire to defeat Revan. She trusted Master Satele but Marr and Nox not so much.

Nox was likely the oddest of the various Imperials. She was a Twi'lek and yet a Dark Council member. Kaitali remembered the Empire's view of aliens from her brief time as a slave there. She must have been especially ruthless in order to rise through the ranks and yet she wasn't nearly as ruthless as one would think.

Nox certainly had times when she was ruthless. She could be just as cruel and selfish as any other Sith would be. Yet she was calculating, not allowing her emotions to get the better of her. She was also more sympathetic and compassionate to those under her in a way that wouldn't be quite as big for a Jedi but for a Sith, it was practically unheard of. 

However, that isn't what Kaitali found the most odd. 

No, what was the oddest was that Nox seemed eerily familiar to the Jedi. 

Kaitali knew she likely saw a holo of her once but that didn't seem to be the entire reason for it. A part of her wanted to reach out to the Sith as if the Force had connected them but that was impossible. Something about Nox's mannerisms and behaviors seemed so familiar. Yet that was just impossible. How could a Jedi be so familiar with a Sith that they never even studied before?

It didn't help that Kaitali felt as if she was going insane over her reaction. It was clear that Nox did not have the same reaction towards her. So this all has to be in her head, right?

Then Kaitali's datapad rang. She at first thought that it was from someone on Yavin but she was proven wrong when the name of her informant popped up.

She knew that this went against the Jedi Order's thoughts on family but she has to do it.

Ever since Kaitali was knighted and the Jedi Council's eyes were no longer watching her every move she hired a smuggler turned informant to find her sister. 

The last time Kaitali saw her twin sister, Breelea, was when the three of them were 6 and Kaitali was still a slave. 

Their mother was a bright green Twi'lek in her twenties. Their father was officially unknown but everyone in the slave pits knew exactly who the father was. 

Breelea had taken after their mother the most. She was slight and small with bright purple skin and blue eyes. Beelea was good at getting what she wanted, she knew how to manipulate people just right. Not even the handlers were immune to little Twi'lek's charm.

Kaitali however was the polar opposite of her twin. Kaitali was a deep red with green eyes. She was bigger with large shoulders. Kaitali was also loud and impulsive, always getting into trouble with the handlers and even on occasion the other slaves. 

Kaitali remembered very little of their mother. Kaitali remembered how she looked, a corpse below Kaitali's feet. She remembered that her mother had once been Master's favorite slave. Beyond that, she was a mystery. It was likely Kaitali had once had so many fond memories of the woman that disappeared after the war as it took decades for Kaitali to be able to look back at that day. It was likely any of her mother's memories were erased by both age and trauma. 

Honestly, Kaitali wasn't even sure if her sister was still alive. In the battle, the two of them became separated. Breelea could have been killed in that battle or enslaved again and killed later. Yet Kaitali held onto hope. The Force would have told her that her twin was dead, they had once been inseparable.

Kaitali first started her search at the battle seeing if she could find her sister's barely remembered slave code along with the list of the dead.

That quickly proved to be an issue. The Imperials never treated the slaves as people, instead, they were just cattle. They told the lost in numbers 78 organic cargo lost in the battle officially but the slave owners often told a different story. 

Kaitali's informant's job is to find all mentions of her sister's slave code in various Imperial documents. He has found enough signs to prove that Breelea had survived the battle but beyond that, there was little else.

Kaitali knew that this strategy had its flaws. If her sister was sold out of the Empire then she would never be found as each group uses their own slave numbering system and Breelea would be taken off of the official Imperial documents to prevent confusion over who owns her. 

The mail from her informant said that he managed to find out who she was sold to but that Sith Lord was killed. He was going to have to comb through the records to try and find when she was sold and to whom.

"Master Verbir," A voice called out.

Kaitali walked out of her tent and saw the Tagruta apprentice that Nox keeps. 

"Yes," Kaitali said.

"My Master wishes to see you," The Tagruta said.

This better be good, Kaitali thought to herself.

"Lead on," Kaitali said.

[melody-chan333]

My very first Peppino Clone OC's!!!

Their names are Rosso and Ciana

Both Rosso and Ciana are twins, they may look identicle, but they have different colors, Rosso is red, and Ciana is blue. They also have polar opposite personality traits.

Rosso is a strong and energetic tadpole who can do anything to protect Ciana. So if you've ever say or do something nasty to Rosso's twin sister, then you would be in a world of pain, so you better be careful when you are around those twins.

Ciana, on the other hand, is a smart, calm, yet shy tadpole who looks out for Rosso. Whenever Ciana's twin brother gets into trouble, she gets a little worried about him.

[spacenutspod]

4 min readPreparations for Next Moonwalk Simulations Underway (and Underwater) This composite image of the Manatee Nebula captures the jet emanating from SS 433, a black hole devouring material embedded in the supernova remnant which spawned it. Radio emissions from the remnant are blue-green, whereas X-rays combined from IXPE, XMM-Newton, and Chandra are highlighted in bright blue-purple and pinkish-white  against a backdrop of infrared data in red. The black hole emits twin jets of matter traveling in opposite directions at nearly the speed of light, distorting the remnant’s shape. The jets become bright about 100 light years away from the black hole, where particles are accelerated to very high energies by shocks within the jet. The IXPE data shows that the magnetic field, which plays a key role in how particles are accelerated, is aligned parallel to the jet – aiding our understanding of how astrophysical jets accelerate these particles to high energies.X-ray: (IXPE): NASA/MSFC/IXPE; (Chandra): NASA/CXC/SAO; (XMM): ESA/XMM-Newton; IR: NASA/JPL/Caltech/WISE; Radio: NRAO/AUI/NSF/VLA/B. Saxton. (IR/Radio image created with data from M. Goss, et al.); Image Processing: NASA/CXC/SAO/N. Wolk & K.Arcand This composite image of the Manatee Nebula captures the jet emanating from SS 433, a black hole devouring material embedded in the supernova remnant which spawned it. Radio emissions from the remnant are blue-green, whereas X-rays combined from IXPE, XMM-Newton, and Chandra are highlighted in bright blue-purple and pinkish-white  against a backdrop of infrared data in red. The black hole emits twin jets of matter traveling in opposite directions at nearly the speed of light, distorting the remnant’s shape. The jets become bright about 100 light years away from the black hole, where particles are accelerated to very high energies by shocks within the jet. The IXPE data shows that the magnetic field, which plays a key role in how particles are accelerated, is aligned parallel to the jet – aiding our understanding of how astrophysical jets accelerate these particles to high energies.X-ray: (IXPE): NASA/MSFC/IXPE; (Chandra): NASA/CXC/SAO; (XMM): ESA/XMM-Newton; IR: NASA/JPL/Caltech/WISE; Radio: NRAO/AUI/NSF/VLA/B. Saxton. (IR/Radio image created with data from M. Goss, et al.); Image Processing: NASA/CXC/SAO/N. Wolk & K.Arcand The powerful gravity fields of black holes can devour whole planets’ worth of matter – often so violently that they expel streams of particles traveling near the speed of light in  formations known as jets. Scientists understand that these high-speed jets can accelerate these particles, called cosmic rays, but little is definitively known about that process. Recent findings by researchers using data from NASA’s IXPE (Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer) spacecraft give scientists new clues as to how particle acceleration happens in this extreme environment. The observations came from a “microquasar,” a system comprised of a black hole siphoning off material from a companion star. The microquasar in question – Stephenson and Sanduleak 433, or SS 433 – sits in the center of the supernova remnant W50 in the constellation Aquila, some 18,000 light-years from Earth. SS 433’s powerful jets, which distort the remnant’s shape and earned it the nickname the “Manatee Nebula,” have been clocked at roughly 26% of the speed of light, or more than 48,000 miles per second. Identified in the late 1970s, SS 433 is the first microquasar ever discovered. IXPE’s three onboard telescopes measure a special property of X-ray light called polarization, which tells scientists about the organization and alignment of electromagnetic waves at X-ray frequencies. X-ray polarization helps researchers understand the physical processes taking place within extreme regions of our universe such as the environment around black holes, and how particles get accelerated in these regions. IXPE spent 18 days in April and May of 2023 studying one such acceleration site in the eastern lobe of SS 433, where emissions are made by energetic electrons spiraling in a magnetic field – a process called synchrotron radiation. “The IXPE data show that the magnetic field near the acceleration region points in the direction the jets are moving,” said astrophysicist Philip Kaaret of NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, and principal investigator of the IXPE mission, along with lead author of a new paper about the findings at SS 433. “The high level of polarization seen with IXPE shows that the magnetic field is well ordered, with at least half of the field aligned in the same direction,” Kaaret said. That finding was unexpected, he said. Researchers have long theorized that the interaction between the jet and the interstellar medium – the environment of gas and dust between stars — likely creates a shock, leading to disordered magnetic fields. The data suggests a new possibility, Kaaret said – that the magnetic fields within the powerful jets may be “trapped” and stretched when they collide with interstellar matter, directly impacting their alignment in the region of particle acceleration. Since the 1980s, researchers have surmised that SS 433’s jets act as particle accelerators. In 2018, observers at the High-Altitude Water Cherenkov Observatory in Puebla, Mexico, verified the jets’ acceleration effect, and scientists used NASA’s NuSTAR (Nuclear Spectroscopic Telescope Array) and the European Space Agency’s XMM-Newton observatories to pinpoint the region of acceleration. As researchers continue to assess IXPE findings and study new targets in space, its data also could help determine whether the same mechanism acts to align magnetic fields in outflows expelled by a variety of phenomena – from black hole jets streaming away from supernova remnants to debris ejected from exploded stars such as blazars. “This very delicate measurement was made possible by the imaging capabilities of IXPE’s X-ray polarimeters, making possible the detection of the tenuous signal in a small region of the jet 95 light-years from the central black hole,” said Paolo Soffitta, Italian principal investigator for the IXPE mission. The new paper, detailing IXPE’s observations at SS 433, is available in the latest edition of The Astrophysical Journal. About the Mission IXPE is a collaboration between NASA and the Italian Space Agency with partners and science collaborators in 12 countries. IXPE is led by NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center. Ball Aerospace, headquartered in Broomfield, Colorado, manages spacecraft operations together with the University of Colorado’s Laboratory for Atmospheric and Space Physics in Boulder. Learn more about IXPE’s ongoing mission here: https://www.nasa.gov/ixpe Elizabeth LandauNASA Headquarterselizabeth.r.landau@nasa.gov202-358-0845 Jonathan DealNASA’s Marshall Space Flight Centerjonathan.e.deal@nasa.gov256-544-0034 Share Details Last Updated Jan 16, 2024 Related TermsIXPE (Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer)GeneralMarshall Space Flight Center Explore More 5 min read IXPE Unlocks Mysteries of Historic Tycho Supernova Article 11 months ago 5 min read Historic Nebula Seen Like Never Before With NASA’s IXPE Scientists have used IXPE to create a detailed, nuanced map of the Crab Nebula’s magnetic… Article 9 months ago 4 min read NASA’s IXPE Reveals Shape, Orientation of Hot Matter Around Black Hole Article 1 year ago Keep Exploring Discover More Topics From NASA Missions Humans in Space Climate Change Solar System

[illmoraineakoi]

This is one of the really interesting questions about the stick figures: how does age, or rather maturity, actually work for them?

As far as I can tell, there are three major types of sticks in canon: Artificial Animated Sticks [Alan's, and potentially other Animators too], Artificial Other Medium Sticks [ie: sticks from games or other types of art that were still created by humans, like the RGBY] and Natural Sticks [Sticks like Purple who were born via reproductive means]

Age between these types of sticks has to have wildly different meanings, as well as the rate of maturity.

Purple, a born stick, is shown to be a baby in his backstory. He's then shown to have grown, though over how long of a timespan is unknown. At best, we can speculate that this type of stick's lifecycle is somewhat similar to a human's: born as an infant that needs to be cared for, and then learning how to live, developing/maturing, as they grow up.

But Artificial Animated Sticks are CLEARLY different.

All four of Alan's sticks are very capable right after creation. They're already quite mentally developed. Victim and Orange especially are quite smart just minutes after their 'birth'. Like they're already at least a couple of years old, cognitively.

Not much has been revealed about other types of Artificial Sticks, but it's likely that they're similar to Animated Sticks in this regard. Perhaps their level of maturity is based on their Creator's intent for them, but without further info, it's difficult to speculate.

As far as I see it, there's two potential measurements of age one could apply to Artificial Sticks: mental age, and age based on their creation date.

Personally, I think that Orange, RGBY, and Chosen all have mental maturity ages equivalent to their creation age [10-12, and 17-18 respectively]. Dark and Victim, however, just feel different.

Dark has always seemed to be a lot more similar to Chosen's age than his 'true' age, and I think that it might be due to the manner of his creation. He was made to Chosen's equal in almost every way, his polar opposite that was designed to be able to destroy him. This intention may have factored in to how "old" Dark was at his time of creation; old enough to match Chosen's. So I feel like Dark is also around 17-18. Maybe 16, if we want to interpret his enthusiasm for showing off the ViraBot as a 'childish' action.

Victim's different. I think that he's a case of being "wiser beyond one's years", entirely due to how much crap he's potentially lived through. 17 years is already a long time for stick figures, but Victim had five extra years to do things that Chosen did not (due to the enslavement). This, combined with how intelligent Victim seems to be, gives off the impression that he's older than 18. More like 23-25. Older than his creation-based age, but still young enough to make reckless, foolish choices based in anger, like trying to get vengeance on his Creator. Undeniably smart and clever, but still a little naive and unable to comprehend the potential bigger picture or the consequences very well. Or perhaps he's just really ambitious and genuinely doesn't care about any of the risks/danger, just about satisfying his vendetta.

(It's possible that future revelations from AvA11 might change this interpretation, so this is all, currently, tentative and speculative despite my own headcanons lmao)

While not specifically important to anything, I also personally headcanon Yellow being the oldest of the RGBY, followed by Blue, Green, and finally Red, though it's more of how twins/triplets argue about who's technically oldest than any meaningful time difference. They were all created on the same day, just a a couple of dozen minutes apart. Orange is the youngest of them all, by at least a year.

Also, another factor that complicates the entire age thing is that we don't know exactly how long living stick figures have been around. We don't know when the Outernet was made, nor where the artificial life came from. It's possible that all of it, everything, only came into existence in the late 1990s/early 2000s. Or, perhaps digital life began around the same time the internet itself was created, which would be around 1983. That's not a lot of time, all things considered. If Natural Sticks age at similar rates to humans, there can't be many generations of them yet.

It' just a really fascinating and confusing part of the lore. It always hurts my brain trying to think about it.

Oh! Oh!

Genuine question for people who consider and accept Color Gang to be 10-12 years old because of their debut episode date(2014):

Do you also accept that Victim and The Chosen One are 18? And The Dark Lord is 14? Because Victim and TCO's videos were uploaded in 2006 and TDL's in 2010.

This is like a GENUINE question. I'm not making fun of you, I'm genuinely curious.

If not, why? I would like to know why Color Gang are special cases.

[villainousif]

Villainous

This is Rated 16+, please be aware of this before continuing

This game will contain

Blood and violence, death, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, vulgar language and implicit sexual content, suggestive mature content

Fate can be great and bad. Born into a cruel and unfair world, life was never great nor did it get better, always bringing you into a downward spiral. Death was at your door, and it was time for judgement.

Yet judgement was never casted for you lived another day but how far can you run before it consumes you whole and kills you right where you stand? How long before you pay the ultimate price for your crimes? Your fate is sealed.

SYNOPSIS

Cursed is what you've heard since you were a small child abandoned in a cruel world. What could you do but survive hopeless? The world laughed at you and threw things at you, but you were saved by mother she showed you love. All you have to do now is listen to your mother; after all, She is the only one who can wash away your sins.

DEMO FEATURES

Play a cursed MC and future villain with uncontrollable powers and an uncontrollable craving for blood.

Customizable MC: name, gender (male, female, non-binary), appearance,

Manipulate and destroy those around you play the victim

Listen to mother

5 Potential Romance Options

Survive

DEMO TBA

Main Cast

King Derek (53)

- King Derek is not present in the lives of Amalia and Amir since he is preoccupied with Kingdom matters and battles.

Mother Cordelia (44)

- The woman who adopted you and nurtured you as her own is kind and compassionate, and she appears to be rather younger for her age.

Teacher Esmerelda (60)

 - The twins’ teacher since childhood She is sweet and humble, yet she is strict and only does what she believes is proper and ideal.

More characters will be added as the story goes on + more information on them

ROs

Princess Amalia [ISFP] (23)

- A carefree and enthusiastic princess, a ray of sunshine 

- Small in height with wavy long platinum blonde hair, bright ocean blue eyes, honey complexion, and a lithe figure with dimples

- Amalia, prince Amir’s twin sister, is reckless and full of energy. She enjoys crowded areas and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty. She spends most of her time exploring or horseback riding. She is known for her breathtaking beauty and heavenly smile, as well as her unconditional loving attitude.

Prince Amir [INFJ] (23)

- A quiet and calm prince 

- Wavy hip long platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes, honey complexion, and a tall, mesomorph figure

- Amir, the twin brother of Princess Amalia, is the polar opposite of his sister; he is more cautious and instinctive; he prefers peaceful places and spends much of his time reading or training; and he is known for his intelligence and serene attitude, always appearing to be perfect.

Commander Erica [ENTJ] (25)

- A commander who is open-minded, intuitive, and judgmental.

- Curled medium-length black hair, bright orange eyes, dark brown complexion, inverted triangle physique, with scars all over

- Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army Erica is a nice and laid-back person who enjoys the entertainment and has a sweet spot for cutesy things. She spends much of her time with her army or out touring; she is known for her raw strength, laid-back demeanor, and accomplishments.

Servant Caius [ESFP] (24)

- A charming and flirtatious servant

- Dark brown short curly hair tangled hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, athletic physique, medium height, and a beauty mark under his left eye

- An imperial palace servant Caius is a humorous and charming flirt who enjoys open places and people. He spends the most of his time working or chatting with strangers. He is known for his confidence and playboy tendencies. 

Wizard Wren (20)

- A prideful and arrogant wizard

- Straight long dark red hair, mismatched green and purple eyes, ivory complexion, and a slim frame low in height with an eyepatch on the left eye.

- A wizard of the Empire Wren is direct and ruthless; they prefer tiny spaces and spend the most of their time casting spells or conducting magical matters; they are known for being powerful and arrogant.

[tangysimblr]

Not So Berry [Expanded] (Legacy Challenge)

This is my spin on the Not So Berry Challenge! Inspired by the original challenge, 100% by @lilsimsie & @alwaysimming

There are five generations in this one because I tend to go for shorter legacy challenges as opposed to the 10-gen ones. I might add more if anyone is interested.

I know other people have made some NSB extended versions so I hope I'm not stepping on anybody's toes! I tried to use different colors but ones like black&white are common so they might be in other people's NSBs.

P.S if you want to play this challenge, tag your posts with #notsoberryexpanded so I can see!! :)

*this isn't playtested (yet) so if there's some giant problems, let me know*

Generation One: Seafoam (Blue/Green)

You grew up on the open ocean, sailing around with your parents and fishing. You didn’t really….. get out much… Now you’re on your own, doing the thing that you know best and making a living out of it! Your dream is to own your own fishing boat, but until then you’re stuck as a part-time fisherman trying to work your way up

Traits: Child of the Islands, Erratic, Loves the Outdoors

Aspiration: Angling Ace

Career: Fisherman (Part-time)

Reach Level 3 of the Fisherman career and then quit & register as a self-employed fisherman and make money only from your catches

You must live in Sulani your whole life

Master Fishing & reach at least level 5 in a “hobby” that your sim picks up (any other skill you want)

Complete the “Fish” collection

Generation Two: Violet (Purple)

You grew up surrounded by fish and the great outdoors. You want nothing to do with that. You want to live in the big city and spend your days relaxing (and of course posting everything you do on Simstagram!)

Traits: Paranoid, Genius, High-Maintenance

Aspirations: Inner Peace AND City Native

Career: Social Media (Internet Personality Branch)

Max the Social Media career (Internet Personality Branch) and finish both Aspirations

Master the Wellness & the Comedy skills

Post on social media (in some form) once a day

Have only one child

Optional: Become a 5-star celebrity!

Generation Three: Vermillion (Red)

As a child, your parent cared more about their online reputation than you. So, you entertained yourself by painting all day, every day. You knew you had a passion for it and your art was spectacular, but nobody else seemed to agree, so it never took off. Now, you’re a mixologist by day, but you still secretly paint almost every day

Traits: Art-Lover, Childish, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Master Mixologist

Career: Culinary (Mixology Branch)

Paint (at least) one painting a week as a teenager

Move to your own home when you’re a young adult

Max the Mixologist career

Master the mixology & painting skills

Make every drink in the game at least once

Keep having kids until you have twins

Generation Four: Black & White

*note: both of the twins from the previous generation are the heirs! twin #1 is black and twin #2 is white)

You and your twin are as different as the sun and the moon; polar opposites. Twin #1’s side of the room has always been covered top-to-bottom with clothes and video game posters. Twin #2’s side of the room was always nice and neat. Despite their differences, they’re forced to live together so they can afford to keep the family home (from gen. 3)

Traits for Twin #1: Geek, slob, noncommital

Traits for Twin #2: Family-oriented, neat, music lover

Aspiration for #1: Computer Whiz

Aspiration for #2: Super Parent

Career for #1: Tech Guru (E-Sport Gamer Branch)

Career for #2: Entertainer (Musician Branch)

Twin #1 (Black)

Max the Tech Guru career (E-Sport Gamer Branch)

Master the video gaming skill

Never have any kids, but you can get married/date if you’d like

Twin #2 (White)

Once you have your first child, you must become a self-employed composer and make money writing music while you become a stay-at-home parent

Master the Parenting skill & the instrument of your choice’s skill (Violin, Piano, etc…)

Marry someone as a young adult and grow old together

Adopt (at least) 1 child

Generation Five: Magenta (Pink)

You grew up in a loving household with your parent and their twin always looking out for you. But you’ve always wanted more. You also love the great outdoors & love making things with scraps that you find.

Traits: Unflirty, Self-Absorbed, Freegan

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Freelancer (Crafter Branch)

Master Fabrication & Herbalism Skills

Visit Granite Falls once a week until you finish your aspiration

Complete the Insect Collection

Create an Elixir of Fertility

@maxismatchccworld @simschallenges

[trigun-archive]

Omg, I just realized something that’s not gonna add much to the narrative or if anyone has noticed it.

Here we go.

So basically in episode 12, Vash did his girlboss move of flinging himself and Nai over the ledge.

And as they’re falling, I noticed something:

To me, this reminds of the Yin Yang symbol:

Then I remember that one post where someone mentioned where Vash in episode 12 wore the colors of ‘evil’ (black and purple).

Knives wore the colors of ‘good’ (white and blue).

They’re polar opposites of one another.

And that got me thinking more in depth with their relation with Yin Yang.

Obviously everyone is familiar with two sides of the same coin. It’s the same idea with Yin Yang, they’re polar opposites but they complement each other.

As part of the Naruto fandom (*groans*, I know I know). But hear me out, lots of symbolism that is related to Naruto and Sasuke is their relation to the sun and moon respectively.

Naruto is the sun. The Yang per say, because he is bright, aggressive and masculine. His respective color is orange.

While Sasuke is the moon. The Yin, because he is with the shadows, silent and feminine. His respective color is purple.

If you read the Naruto manga, then you would see how much Kishimoto bashes your head in with their respective symbolism, it’s in the cover art, the parallelism in the panels. It even showed up as their respective symbols on their hands after the ceremony for the final battle.

Back to TriStamp.

I believe they put Knives as Yang. He is aggressive and very in your face with his conquests of taking back the Plants. He is very muscular, and it’s shown through his tight bodysuit.

Then they would put Vash as Yin. He is way less aggressive with his morals than his previous counterparts. Obviously he still has them, but he is less forthcoming. His entire character design has changed, as everyone says with his non-binary haircut.

But in certain scenes, he still has those broad shoulders and managed to lift a fucking ion cannon enough to break his prosthetic arm. So, my babygirl is still fucking strong, hmph.

It’s even mentioned that the director of TriStamp has said Vash is both the female and male lead.

Same thing with Sasuke, some Studio Perriot staff has stated that he is the heroine of the story.

Obviously Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship heavily implies they’re in love with each other and soulmate coded to the max.

(Ha, get it? Trigun MAXimum??)

(. . ., I’ll see myself out).

But they did a different relationship of Yin Yang:

Twins.

Knives wanted desperately Vash to be the ‘perfect’ version that he envisioned. Taking away Vash’s bodily autonomy.

Vash just wanted to have ‘love and peace’ in the world. He didn’t want to fight Knvies, but he would defend his loved ones.

Until during episode 12, when he was ready to go in guns blazing to take down Knives.

With the color palette of black and purple against Knives’s white and blue.

Purple is the combination of red and blue. Vash’s red jacket and part of Knives’s color palette.

But also in the end, when Vash wanted to shoot that cube up in the sky.

He still wanted to save his brother, even though Knives was rejecting it by reaching to the absolute power of the cube and what it would bring him and Plant kind.

An Icarus-esque trope per say.

But yeah, anyways, this was just a jumble of thoughts I had to immediately write this down.

[head-empty404]

the fact these mfs are twins associated with the colors red and blue that (possibly) have polar opposite personalities makes me think that i have a new type

idk, something about twins that are red and blue makes me fall in love with them <3

[underground-rice]

'When we made the angels cry'

A Gideon/Harrow AU Fic. (TLT) - cross-posted on ao3

Summary:

As much as Harrow wanted to say otherwise, a large part of her was drawn towards the red-haired girl who sat opposite her in Church. Maybe God was glaring down at her, or maybe it was Him that gave her the crooked heart that wanted Gideon so badly, but either way, she wasn't about to ignore that desire.

Content Warnings:

Christianity/catholicism, homophobia (internalised and external), implied sexual content, kissing, implied child abuse (physical/emotional), brief reference to conversion therapy.

✧･ﾟ:───:･ﾟ✧

It struck her as odd that it was always in Church that it happened. Like something was taunting her, reminding her of the desire that dwelled underneath her skin right in the hallowed place that she seemed to taint with her want.

That which she desired sat in the pew directly opposite her, and Harrow supposed logically this had something to do with why the situation was becoming such a common occurrence.

She wasn’t really proving her point of it being unavoidable, as her eyes wandered over to the girl’s shockingly short, not even shoulder-length, rust-red hair. The ginger was a dark contrast to the soft blue florals of Gideon’s church dress, which clung to her bust in soft cotton folds, the flowing sleeves gathering at the elbows of her sun-warmed brown arms. As if that wasn’t distraction enough, the pounding of Harrow’s heartbeat in her ears seemed enough to drown out the minister’s - her father’s - reading. 

✧･ﾟ:───:･ﾟ✧

`I hear they’re discussing it in schools even earlier,` Tridentarius’ mother spat out, the other adults around her umming and arring in faux dramatic horror. Harrow’s eyes caught on Ianthe herself, her blond classmate sat primly and unhappily by her twin and her mother’s side. The sallow girl was nodding in self-righteous agreement.

The irony of this was not lost on Harrow, who was firmly separated from the conversation, sipping her after-service tea in the corner. After all, hadn’t it been Ianthe who had initiated that awkward adolescent kiss under the bleachers, their teeth clunking together and both their school shoes slowly becoming mud-covered and soaked? 

What the other had probably dismissed as a moment of experimentation before retreating back into the depths of her repression, and thankfully not spreading the news around their congregation, Harrow had found to be an awakening for a whole host of unexplored, lustful desires in the depths of her subconscious.

If that didn’t prove her theory that she was cursed, she wasn’t sure what would.

‘Foolish looking, aren’t they?’ a rough, casual voice commented, pulling Harrow unexpectedly out of her musings.

‘Huh?’ Wincing inwardly at the complete lack of cognition that she’d just broadcasted, she turned hastily to find Gideon hovering next to her, an entire pack of custard creams in one hand.

‘The perfect twins.` The sneer in Gideon’s voice was palpable, as she gestured to where Harrow’s gaze had just been lingering: Coronabeth and Ianthe. The golden girls of their church - or really, the golden girl and the wet straw of a girl who seemed stuck like a limpet to Corona’s side. They did make rather a sight, it had to be admitted: polar opposites and yet oddly identical, perched there debating the politics of homosexuality.

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Harrow knew Gideon wasn’t in any of her classes, but she certainly seemed to turn up all over school. It was like she couldn’t turn a corner without spotting the red-head in the new corridor, couldn’t pass by the library without spotting her checking out a new textbook, could barely even get to the toilets without bumping into her. It was making her blood boil.

Or at least irritation was the excuse Harrow gave for the heat that pricked her cheeks every time she passed the taller girl.

The blue, feminine skirts of that day in Church were a far cry from Gideon’s usual attire: cheer jackets, skinny jeans, grass-stained t-shirts and scuffed sneakers. The jacket was usually draped around her shoulders, only being discarded for cheer practice itself: something that had Harrow fidgeting awkwardly every time she witnessed it. Gideon never looked pleased to be there, jumping in amusing positions and throwing her teammates in the air, but it was certainly a sight Harrow appreciated - not least for the slight toning visible in Gideon’s bare arms.

It became a habit of hers, walking along the sports field instead of taking her usual, shorter route through the staff parking lot. A glimpse of the cheer practise when it was on, and when it wasn’t - well, one could always use a bit of time to muse over the issue of why she wanted to see this so much anyway.

Then home again it was, to the cold presence of her mother and complete lack of her father: he was likely holed up in his office again, praying or working through papers. 

Harrow found herself spending less and less time at home. The heavy weight of the picture of the Lord on her bedroom wall weighed too heavily on her there, as well as the frigid comments from her mother: putting on weight again, Harrow, grades are dropping, Harrow, Ortus is coming round, Harrow, so go put on your best dress. Not to speak of the few times she messed up bad enough for her dad to reveal himself again.

Then there was the problem of Ortus, of course.

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‘Why do you do cheer?’ Harrow asked, dropping it into convo lightheartedly, like it wasn’t hinged on the most positive thing in her life at that moment. She was perched on the wall outside their youth group, having been cancelled for the week after the hall was somehow double-booked. 

Gideon ran a hand through her hair, which had lost another few inches in length recently (Harrow was beginning to suspect she lopped it off herself). ‘I wanted to do rugby, y’know,’ she shrugged casually, ‘but John wouldn’t have been pleased with that.’ 

The name was said so firmly, so without question, that the stilling off Gideon’s fingers was the only reminder to Harrow of what was so wrong about that.

It was rarely acknowledged that Gideon hadn’t grown up in the Church the same way Harrow - the minister’s daughter, after all - had. But everyone remembered the story: five years ago, the little fiery-haired 13-year-old, grimy and grouchy and having been finally reunited with her Dad. Not that Gideon ever called him that.

There were rumours, of course, none of them ever confirmed. That her mother was a whore, or that she’d been kicked out of her house, that she’d died tragically in childbirth or that she’d been murdered on the streets. That Gideon had been passed from relative to relative until John was located, that she’d grown up in care or that she’d been living in some miserable orphanage before John rescued her.

Harrow didn’t really believe any of them.

‘That sucks,’ she replied genuinely, glancing over at Gideon, who was tugging at the raw edges of her chopped-off hair. ‘You’d make a great athlete.’

‘Thanks.’ Gideon’s smile was half-hearted, wavering, but it was something.

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Harrow kept catching minutes alone with Gideon. Not purposefully, not really, it just seemed - to happen. The warmth that blossomed in her chest every time Gideon sent her a crooked smile was definitely not purposeful, nor was the fluttering nausea that rippled through her when their hands brushed.

None of these seemed avoidable, though, and if Harrow was being entirely honest with herself: once they’d begun, she wasn’t sure she wanted to avoid them.

She lingered after communion, the taste of God’s flesh still on her lips. Gideon appeared pre-occupied, rummaging for something underneath her pew, until the last old lady had shuffled out the door. Then they talked rapidly, sentences spilling illogically between them as they rambled semi-coherently in their scavenged minutes together.

Harrow would sit in the library, her eyes straying from the homework in front of her to the cheer practise outside perhaps a few too many times. Gideon hung around after it was over, waiting for Harrow to make her way down to the field and they’d walk together for the block until their routes home split. 

Somehow they ended up cleaning up together after youth group, sweeping and tidying while exchanging tidbits about their weeks. Harrow tied up her hair and tried to tie up her unwanted thoughts as she did so. The problem with these thoughts, though, was that as hard as she tried, there was some small part of her that liked them.

And it’s much more difficult to remove things you like.

Mutually, it seemed they were avoiding actually spending time together in school. Maybe it felt too open, too far flung from the safety net of Church, too out of routine for the both of them.

Maybe they were scared, and rightfully so.

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It was Gideon who had the idea, but it was for Harrow’s 18th birthday - she was a few months younger than Gideon. It wasn’t hard to distract her dad long enough for Gideon to slip into the vestry, and hasten out again with a rather obvious bulge under her varsity jacket. As she slipped away, Harrow made up some excuse and ducked out of the church. They met up round the back, shoes damp in the grass, and Gideon eagerly clutching a bottle of communion wine. 

They wandered the streets for a while, ended up in a park as the sky dimmed. Settled on the semi-dry arm rests of an otherwise soggy bench, propped their feet up on the seat, and uncorked the bottle shakily.

Gideon immediately slopped some of the dark red liquid down her arm, and Harrow started giggling before she’d even taken a sip.

The taste wasn’t unusual to either of them - they’d sure taken enough of it at communion itself - but the idea of getting tipsy certainly was. It only took a few gulps for Gideon to start humming tunelessly, her fingers dancing dizzily in the air as Harrow took a drink for herself.

She was barely even intoxicated, she knew that. Maybe it was more the idea of it than the alcohol itself that was freeing, as Harrow leant forwards and pressed a messy, red-stained kiss to Gideon’s lips. The humming stopped abruptly.

About to pull away, Harrow felt panic rising in her throat, when Gideon’s hand found a place in her dark hair and the kiss deepened unexpectedly.

It was sloppy, and ended hastily when someone kicked the wine bottle over, and suddenly Gideon was standing up, holding the now near-empty bottle. Harrow exhaled, her eyes wide and dilated, and Gideon reached down with her free hand to grab Harrow’s fingers.

The wine was abandoned on the bench and Gideon murmured ‘happy birthday’ in her ear before she sent Harrow hurrying home.

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The kissing became more frequent after that, though their encounters gained a new level of subterfuge and subtly.

It would be too obvious to make out after cheer practice, after all, and so instead Harrow found herself frequently pressed against the walls behind school, behind their Church, or Gideon’s hands on her thighs as they stopped by a tree in the park.

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The day Gideon explained the truth to her, Harrow had just failed her biology test. At least, if by failed you were to mean didn’t get top in the class, then she had. She felt horrible, remembering the day with this tidbit, which paled in comparison to the secrets her friend - girlfriend - Gideon spilled.

But it wasn’t just a tidbit, really. It settled in her chest the moment she found out, burning a tiny hole like a cigarette, another red hot scar to join the myriad that marred her heart.

Even as they were sitting in a supermarket parking lot, having gone wandering after school ended again, the reminder of her grade seemed to loom over Harrow, shackling her mind. She couldn’t focus on Gideon’s hand in hers, couldn’t focus on the redhead’s soft lips, couldn’t even focus when Gideon’s voice took on a heavy note.

‘She just didn’t want me,’ Gideon said suddenly, and Harrow seemed to be forced back into her body, the words scalding hands pushing her into consciousness. ‘Y’know. She didn’t die or nothing. Just didn’t care once I got older.’

‘Your mum?’ Harrow asked hesitantly, tightening her grip around Gideon’s hand.

Chuckling mirthlessly, Gideon nodded. ‘Yeah. I was shuffled around, for a while - fostered for a couple months, stayed with my nan … with some people she claimed were my uncles, but I don’t know.’ The flat tone she explained this in was shadowed by something else, something vulnerable, and Harrow felt a lump rise in her throat. `They varied, I guess, in quality. And then John found me again.’

Harrow stiffened slightly at the mention of Gideon’s dad. Something was wrong there, she knew that it was.

‘I tried to be happy, I really did, but I couldn’t stop thinking that it was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t want me either.’ Gideon glanced at their clasped hands, and a tense awareness grew between her and Harrow. John wouldn’t want his good Christian daughter doing that, at the very least.

‘Oh,’ Harrow forced out slowly, ignoring her every instinct that said to close off, to run, to leave. ‘Oh. Well,’ she continued shakily, ‘if … if it helps, I want you.’

Leaning forward, Harrow found Gideon’s eyes, adding a firm quality to her voice. ‘I really want you.’ Later, As she walked home, the weight of her grades and the reaction that awaited her from her parents sinking onto her shoulders again, Harrow hoped Gideon had believed her.

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After they nearly got caught kissing, Gideon decided they needed a better solution. This turned out to be inviting Harrow round to hers. 

‘It wasn’t hard,’ she explained, ‘you’re the preacher’s kid. John probably thinks you’ll be a good influence on me.’

After brushing off John’s offers of snacks or a board game, they slipped into Gideon’s room and made out gently, quietly on her bed. Her bedroom was messy, to Harrow’s surprise, with abandoned homework and soda cans scattered across the floor. A guitar leant against the windowsill, and a simple wooden cross was mounted over her bed. 

It was refreshing. A stark contrast from Harrow’s neat-as-a-pin room. 

And sure, they had to be quiet, but Gideon had a door and she was happy to shut it. Harrow explored more of the other girl’s body than she’d ever expected, hands slipping under her t-shirt as Gideon palmed her hips firmly, tongue flicking out to nudge Harrow’s bottom lip. Even as the cross on the wall seemed to scream their own sin back at them, Harrow had never felt more content.

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Harrow moved where she sat in the library, averting her eyes from the practising girls on the field below. Cramps radiated through her wrist as she wrote feverishly, eyes flicking anxiously over the homework in front of her.

As much as it pained her to have to give up the sight of Gideon practising, it was essential she didn’t fail another paper. Her shoulder still ached from the aftermath of the previous incident, the shared dregs of a fag and secretive kisses from Gideon having done little to soothe it.

She flicked wearily through the sheets of biology work, foot tapping absently on the musty carpet.

The library was unusually busy: studious people similar to herself scribbling away nearby; a boy and a girl napping on each other underneath the windows; a blonde girl with a continuously growing stack of fiction stories; a short boy drawing in one corner. However, as Harrow hunched over and continued toiling her way through her homework her peers slowly filtered out of the room. So much so, that when she looked up, she found there was only one left - a teacher who Harrow vaguely recognised, tapping away at a computer several bookshelves away. 

What had startled her out of her homework fixation proved to be the exact girl she wanted to see most. Gideon was hovering just inside the library door, hair sticking up damp from a recent shower as she gazed around - looking for Harrow.

As Harrow started shuffling her papers into a neat stack, Gideon made her way over, and Harrow’s breath caught in her throat when she bent over to pick up her bag and felt the taller girl’s firm palm on her lower back.

`We’re practically alone,` she hummed against Harrow’s neck when she stood back up, Gideon’s chapped lips rough against her collarbone.

Melting into her embrace, Harrow tugged the pair fully behind the bookshelf she’d been working in front of, ensuring they were hidden from both the window and the nearby teacher. Gideon bent her against the books, but she barely felt their spines against her, too enraptured by the heat of the other’s lips against her own. The scuffed sleeves of Gideon’s jacket brushed against the crisply ironed cotton of Harrow’s black shirt, and the couple seemed to blend into each other, black and red hair mingling together.

Their routine adapted after that, with Harrow getting more work done and them both enjoying the hasty kissing session afterward. 

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It was a natural progression into more, quite literally. 

One moment Harrow was sitting practically on top of Gideon, sprinkling kisses on her neck, her lips, her shoulders. Gideon leant into them, fingers running through Harrow’s unusually rumpled hair, before her hands began to wander and the next, her fingers brushed Harrow’s waistband and her mouth found her ear.

`Can I touch you here?` she murmured, breath hot on Harrow’s cheek.

Harrow nodded frantically, her own hands tightening their grip on Gideon’s hips. `Yes,` she clarified eagerly, `yes.` 

Hastily, but with such gentle touch that Harrow arched closer into it, seeking the contact, Gideon slipped a hand down past the waistband of her leggings. The coldness surprised Harrow, the growing confidence of Gideon’s fingers as they brushed along the inside of her thigh pleased her. Leaning down over Gideon’s shoulder, she exhaled in anticipation, chest pressed against the other girl’s.

It was probable that she was already close, the kissing having elicited a tingling in her knickers, though this didn’t counteract the awkward fumbling off Gideon’s hand as she found the trimmed hair Harrow had left unshaved. 

It was soft, and sweet, and admittedly more than a little embarrassing, with hands and legs everywhere. In short, it was both exactly what they’d expected and a complete surprise.

Only a week later, a teacher caught them kissing in the library. 

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She thought it might be worse than her dad’s normal reactions to her misbehaviour. No screaming, no hitting, no confiscating her stuff. Just cold, unending scorn. Harrow was left to her room, shuffled to and from school by her fretting, unhappy mother, awaiting whatever fate they decided would befall her. 

`No.` Harrow’s voice wavered, her hands clenched in her duvet as she sat up to stare at her parents, eyes stinging. `No. You can’t.`

`There’s no way around it.` Her dad’s voice was brittle, the tension practically visible in the crackling air. `You’re going to get cured or you’re getting out of our house.`

Glancing desperately towards her mum, Harrow dug her nails into her palms. Her mum averted her eyes, looking down instead of at her, and that was when she realised she was alone with this dilemma, and so she made her choice.

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Harrow was leaving and Gideon was crying. 

`Ortus said I could bunk at his for a while, and he has friends up in London,` explained Harrow, staring at her hands, which rested on the backpack she’d dumped on Gideon’s bed. `I’ll probably end up there.`

Gideon scrubbed at her eyes furiously, nodding slowly. `I don’t know where I’m going,` she whispered hoarsely. `John threatened to send me back to my Nan, but she’s dying now. But I’m not allowed to see you.` 

She winced at the way Gideon’s voice grew and broke, holding back her own sniffs. Reaching out a hand, Harrow gripped Gideon’s wrist in a vain attempt at reassurance. The redhead swiped a thumb encouragingly across Harrow’s fingers. 

`Will you come back?` Gideon asked finally, meeting Harrow’s eyes.

They were unusual, Harrow thought, Gideon’s eyes. Fiery, amber like honey. Unmistakable. `I’ll try,` she replied slowly, `I’ll try to find you, no matter what.` 

Footsteps sounded outside Gideon’s door, and Harrow scrambled to her feet. There wasn’t time for anything, not even a final kiss, as she swung her backpack over her shoulder and went to scramble out the window - the same way she entered.

Gideon was looking up towards John when Harrow glanced back, her eyes veiled by her scruff of red hair.

[euphoricethan]

Alpha’s Kingdom - G.D

Summary: Grayson and Y/n have been friends since high school; a little before that to be exact. They had a not-so-friendly altercation 8th grade graduation, but began a spark with polar opposite attitudes. A typical college party turns to the most surprising nights of their lives.

A/N: this is an old, old, old draft from the beginning of last year that i never finished but now it’s done & i hate it so enjoy! (also lmk if i need to add more tw warnings just in case)

Warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, language, underage drinking, public humiliation(?), violence (blood)

Word count: 5.6k

That evening, Y/n (typically) would be in her dorm blasting music so loud in her earbuds that her introverted, comic-loving roommate would yell at her to turn it down as she studied for a big test the next day.

But, instead, she was called to "haul her ass" over to the Alpha Kingdom —which was what Grayson and all his buddies called the frat— to help with their party they were having for the reason she didn't know.

Y/n was against it, but she had no other choice since she was close friends with Grayson and owed him a favor. (Not to mention that he couldn't hang up streamers to save his life.)

So there she was, resting one hand on his broad shoulder while she pressed the white streamer into the ceiling.

"Hold still." She said under her breath, while Gray was moving around a bunch in hopes his knee's wouldn't give out.

"I can't, my knees are about to give out Y/n," he was looking up at her, watching her shove the dainty piece of paper up into the ceiling.

"'s not my fault." Y/n licked her lips, concentrating hard.

Sooner or later, she came down from the wobbling ladder and took a few steps back to look at her work.

"Looks good kid." he awarded.

"Kid" was always Y/n's nickname; no matter who was older. She was always "kid" and he was "Blue".

Ever since last year or so, Grayson has grown into a huge Godzilla look-alike, and Y/n thought it was hilarious since the reason behind it was that he wanted to impress some girl he met the beginning of the school year and claimed she liked guys who were "bulky."

Then, Blue Whale was introduced. But Y/n got tired of adding the Whale, and Blue just kinda stuck.

"You should help me and Brandon grab the kegs from the back." Grayson folded up the ladder, and whether Y/n was following or not, he walked away to place it back where they got it.

"You know, you really are the impidamy of a typical college frat boy!" she called out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brandon, another frat member who was just as dumb as the rest of them, said.

The fact that they didn't even get the joke just claimed to prove her point to where she just shook her head and proceed to the backyard to help the two twin towers carry the one-hundred sixty-five pound keg into the house.

They were all soon lifting, Y/n rather struggling while the two other boys grabbed it with ease.

"God, where do you guys even get these?" she was generally curious, she hadn't seen an actual beer keg in person before. They've only been in movies...

"Brandon's friend's uncle who worked at the bar downtown."

"Worked?"

"He got fired when the manager started realizing that he was missing a bunch of kegs like every week." Grayson said this with ease as him and Brandon finally set the huge keg onto the kitchen floor.

"Kid, pass me that thing over there will you? It's over there." Grayson pointed with his head.

"Grayson, you can't just tell me to hand you something and point with your head and just assume I know exactly what you're talking about."

He was apparently fed up with her, as: he stood, reached behind her, and pulled the hose and nozzle with a sly smirk on his stupid face.

"If you guys need any help, I'll be on the couch." she told them both and exited the kitchen before they said anything; if they hadn't already decided she was no help to them.

Shortly after, Brandon was walking into the living room to sit next to Y/n and place both of his legs over her's.

She let out a small grunt, letting her phone slip from her grasp and leaned into his legs.

"Jesus." she went to retract her phone, but he had beat her to it and was holding it above his head trying to see what she was doing.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, flashing the screen on his face.

Y/n was now reaching over him, still just reaching for her phone. "Brandon, I swear to god." she muttered.

"Who's Bryson? Ooh yikes, he has a B name..." he gave Y/n a hard look with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"You have a B name." she shoved his legs off her and was now even more invested on getting her belonging back.

"Yeah but that doesn't count," he was now facing away from her, pulling the phone close to him and reading her most recent text word for word.

"Don't think i'll be able to make it tonight, big test tomorrow. Y/n, what is this!" he showed her own screen to her as if she didn't know what it said.

"Can I please just have my phone back? You're being a dick." she told him.

"Hey Grayson! Y/n's got a boyfriend!" he called out, causing him to walk into the room with his face slightly scrunched in confusion.

"Huh? What'd you say?" he ran his hand though his hair before placing both on his hips.

"Look." he said.

"I don't have a boyfriend, he's just my parter for a class, now can I please have my phone back?!" Y/n was reaching over him again but he had moved his hand.

Just then, Grayson grabbed a hold of his wrist and took it from him. "Dude, don't be a cunt."

"Here kid." his eyes flashed over to her, handing it over as their fingers came in contact with one another.

Grayson found his way back into the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked away.

She had followed behind him, seeing his behavior shift and his shoulders drop.

"What's up?" she said, leaning over the counter and watched him rinse off the dishes.

"Blue? what's wrong with you?" she said now, furrowing her brows.

A small sigh left his nose while he just placed the dish in the rack.

Grayson had always been protective over Y/n—ever since they were 11 and some kid made a joke about she smelt like cigarettes because of her father.

He always stood up for her, always. Even though he knows she can defend herself he feels the tightness in his jaw and in his fists when someone mentions her in the conversation.

"Are you mad about something?"

He sighed again, moving from the dishes to the restocking of the fridge.

"Can you talk to me? Like I don't know why all this sudden you're having a pity party..." she cocked her head forward to try and get something out of him.

"It's nothing. It's fine."

"Well no, obviously something is bothering you. You can tell me. Like did I do something? Was it the phone thing? What?" Y/n slid her hand across the counter, standing up now and walking towards him.

"You shouldn't told me if you had a boyfriend." His eyes were harsh on her, leaving them to look at her until she turned her head.

"He's not my boyfriend..." her eyes were to the floor.

"Doesn't sound like it." he closed the fridge and started smashing the cardboard boxes the drinks came in.

"Blue, it's not like that, like at all. We're just parters, he wanted to work on our project tonight but now i'm here so..."

"Why don't you go, since you don't wanna be here." he smashed the final box hard against the counter, causing Y/n to flinch and blink quickly.

"I wanna be here! Damn Grayson why are you being like this holy fuck! Are you drunk already?" Y/n cheeks were getting warm and she gave Grayson side eye until she scoffed and turned on her heel.

She didn't know what he was thinking, getting mad about something like that and telling her to just go home?

She didn't know the reason behind why he said it either... because if she knew now she probably wouldn't hook up with him later that night.

-

It's 8th grade graduation. Ethan and Grayson are about to get called up to get their "diploma".

But as soon as the kids who were seated in front of them had to get up and wait to get called up left, Grayson was no where to be found.

Along with Y/n who was a few rows behind them.

Where were they? Good question.

Behind the Gymnasium drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade Y/n had snuck from her dad before they left.

"Y/n, we're gonna get in so much trouble!" Grayson whisper-yelled, watching her lean over in her dress and press the top of the bottle on the jagged wall.

The top had popped off and she giggled before taking a gulp and holding out for him to hold.

"Shh! We'll only get in trouble if we get caught, now take this before I spill it on my dress. My dad will shit his pants if I ruin it."

Grayson took the bottle from her, awkwardly holding it in his hands.

"Take a sip, it's so good!" she told him, her smile wide and her eyes filled with adrenaline.

This was the first time he had seen Y/n in girl clothes and makeup. Her Aunt was in town for her graduation and helped her pick out a dress and did her makeup.

She complained about how the mascara felt weird on he eyelashes, but he thought she looked beautiful.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't always think Y/n was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole life.

He trusted her with his whole heart too. Took everything she said serious and was so gullible it made Y/n laugh so hard she lost her breath.

He loved her laugh too. Making her laugh was his favorite thing he could do, it was like a super power to him.

Which is why when she caught him staring at her in her puffy dress and little platform heels, his cheeks turned bright red and he couldn't stop himself from putting his lips on hers in a quick peck.

He tasted the Mike's Hard Lemonade on her lips, and she was right... it was good.

So good that the peck lasted longer and longer until Y/n placed her hands against his fiery cheeks he let his hands go numb and the bottle shattered onto the concrete.

She pulled away, quickly opening up her eyes to see how dilated his were.

But then, almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads around the corner to see one of the teachers coming to inspect.

Grayson took her by the wrist and they sprinted around the corner until it was safe to quickly walk back to the ceremony as he was called up on stage.

And there he was, walking across the stage in front of almost a thousand kids and parents with the biggest boner ever as Y/n sat in the crowd, her cheeks red and holding the bottle cap in her palm.

-

They never talked about it after that.

And that summer, going onto freshman year, Y/n had gotten her first boyfriend... who wasn't Grayson.

His name was Tony, and he was a Sophomore.

Grayson was supportive of their relationship of course, but his little heart broke almost every time he saw them together or every time Y/n brought him up.

After September, he had finally broken up with her because she wouldn't give herself to him. She was heartbroken.

But again, Grayson was there for her. Always.

She never knew why he cared so much, because unlike her father, he didn't give up on her— he didn't tell her how much he loved her and then disappeared to get drunk for days at a time.

She really only had Grayson if were being honest here. Her mother moved out of state when she was little, and shortly after that they moved and she met him.

She knew there was always something there. She just didn't know what was stopping her from doing something about it.

Until tonight.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." Grayson said walking past Brandon to quickly walk up the stairs two at a time.

By now, Y/n was now back at her dorm with a million thoughts cursing her brain.

"What's up with you?" her roommate asked, sitting at her desk while finishing up a project for her class.

"I hate men." Y/n said.

"Same. I'm just saying, girls are so much more fun."

Y/n collapsed on her bed, curling up in her jeans and t-shirt as she spoke her thought out loud.

"Should I go?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Go where?" her roommate asked.

"Graysons having this party tonight at the Alpha Kingdom or whatever and I think I kinda wanna go." she was now sitting up in her bed, watching as she turned around.

"You should go. Why not?"

"Well he had a fucking hissy fit earlier because his roommate or whatever took my phone and that Bryson guy kept texting me and— whatever. He's just being overprotective for no reason & told me to go home."

"But I low-key wanna piss him off s'more."

"You should. You can wear that like skirt thing you got and be all slutty. Plus I met this girl yesterday at the coffee place by the L campus and I think we're gonna..." she gave Y/n a raised eyebrow glare and pointed with her head towards her bed.

"Well first of all, I'm not gonna dress slutty; that's like asking for it. Second of all, T.M.I."

Her roommate scoffed. "It is not asking for it, it's called having confidence and if they take it too far that's on them. I say you wear it."

So that's what Y/n did. She put on that dress she had just bought with the red little cherries printed all over, slid her shoes on after brushing out her hair & sprayed her favorite perfume.

"See, told you." she told her once Y/n had grabbed her phone off her bed and jumped down.

"Yeah see and I even put on those pair of thongs I got too. Look!" Y/n lifted her dress slightly, showing off the dainty piece of material.

She gave her wide eyes before saying, "Don't get pregnant now." as Y/n opened the door.

"Same for you."

-

When Y/n arrived at the "Alpha Kingdom" she was greeted by the heavy smell of beer and blaring music from outside the front door.

As she entered, she made her way to the kitchen where her and Grayson's altercation took place to grab a red solo cup and fill it with punch.

Just before placing the ladle back into the bowl though, someone was grabbing her arm and dragging her with her cup to a secluded area away from everyone else.

She met his eyes with confusion laced in them.

"Ethan, what the fuck man! You made me spill my drink everywhere!" she told him, looking down at her arm as the red colored drink slightly stained her skin.

"Shh!" he told her, gently placing a hand over her mouth before she stuck her tongue out to retract his fingers.

"What do you want." she was shaking the drink off her while putting the cup in her opposite hand.

"Does Grayson know you're here?"

Her brows were furrowed, and she gave him a look that simply answered his question.

"Why-"

"Just come with me." his hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, now taking her out back where at least a hundred people were scattered about.

"What are you doing? And let go of my hand!" she pulled her wrist away from him harshly and placed both of her hands around her cup.

"Fuck! Where'd he go?! Fuck." Ethan muttered to himself.

"E, what's going on?" now Y/n had a worried pitch in her voice, watching Ethan's eyes as he scanned over the back yard desperately looking for his twin brother.

"This guy. He wants to fuck Grayson up or something." he was running his hands though his hair, looking a frantic mess and acting like he was having a bad trip.

"Are you high?" she asked, quickly watching him snap at her.

"No Y/n I'm not fucking high! I don't want someone to beat the living shit out of Grayson, okay?"

"Have you seen him? He's huge. Plus, why would anyone wanna beat-"

"Because of you okay! Some shit went around that you were with this guy and you cancelled to come hook up with Gray. Now he's pressed and is probably gonna kill us both."

"Wait— who? Who said that? Ethan?"

His head along with almost a hundred others spun around when a loud "Dolan!" was called out from the deck above us.

"Fuck me." he said under his breath.

Bryson made his way down, taking the steps two at a time and skipping the last three to land hard on the grass with his heavy work boots.

"Hey Y/n." he spoke, vial in his tone and liquor on his breath.

Y/n and Ethan stood there both in shock. For two different reasons. Ethan was shitting himself, thinking this was how he was gonna die because he hates conflict; and Y/n thought back to the last three hours catching up to her wondering why she came over in the first place.

"So, this the guy you came to fuck tonight? Because it's certainly not me." a chuckle escaped his lips as he took a few steps closer and now having everyone's attention.

"Look man, we don't wanna start anything. I'm sure whatever's going on can be resolved peacefully, alright?"

Bryson took one look at Ethan before retracting his eyes back to her.

The crowd was starting to form around them and soon peoples phones were pulled out filming every second.

"What do you want, Bryson." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I just came for the show. You know."

Y/n scoffed at him, brushing the hair away from her face.

He took a deep breath in, now interacting with the crowd that was formed and made eye contact with a few people.

"Y/n can be kind of a slut—" the ooh's and small gasps got him willed up, so he continued. "Don't get me wrong, girls who dress slutty and act it in the bedroom is hot... but when you go to a study session and she begs to suck your dick in the library; see, that's I guess that's just the price you pay when you go to school with the Y/n Y/l/n."

"Dude—" Ethan tried stepping in now, getting in front of Y/n and looking Bryson dead in the eyes. "Don't be a fucking dick."

"Don't act like I'm wrong. Well all know she's a slut! Just look at her!"

Everyone's eyes were shifted upward, looking past Bryson to see Grayson standing by himself in a white plane T-shirt with a green olive jacket on top some jeans.

His tall shadow was standing behind Bryson, causing him to turn around and now face him but he couldn't even get a single word out before Grayson took his balled up fist and forced it against his jaw.

In seconds he and Grayson both were on the floor while Bryson took multiple punches to his face as Y/n's screams for him to stop muffled out.

How dare he say something like that about Y/n? How could he say that to her when she's such an angel? Did she really do that in the library?

The questions were sprinting around in Grayson's head as he took punch after punch to Bryson before the ringing in his ears faded away.

"Grayson! Stop, please!" Y/n's desperate scratchy screams were loud enough to where he looked up at her only for him to be pressed up against the grass.

Bryson was punching Grayson now, and with all his 175 pounds on him, Ethan and some random guy was holding him up and had his arms behind his back.

Grayson stood— only with a bloody nose, split lip, some some small bruising around his eye and both of their blood on his knuckles.

He spit blood out onto the grass, looking around into the crowd —including Y/n— and walked inside while shaking his hands as if they were wet.

Back in the kitchen, Grayson had placed the frozen carrots on his hand and let his head fall between his shoulders over the sink.

He felt her presence approaching, the familiar smell she carried around with her everywhere. "What the fuck was that about Grayson!" she screamed, stomping in the room with her eyes staring at him hard.

"Nothing Kid." his jaw was clenching. He was about to explode again.

"Nothing?! That was nothing!" she was already gone. God, why did she even come in the first place?

"I told you to go home." his eyes were digging into her and he placed his finger to his lip to wipe the blood away before he disappeared up the stairs.

Y/n was about to be death of him.

"You can't just ignore me!" Y/n said while banging on Graysons bedroom door after repeatedly trying to turn the nob.

Inside the four walls Grayson had trapped himself in, he was alone with his thoughts and Y/n desperate to come in and give him company.

Then there were four knocks on his door. The same four knocks they did when they wanted to apologize to one another in 8th grade but we're too ashamed to say the words aloud.

It was their only promise they held to this day. Which is one of the only reasons Grayson sighed heavily and opened up the door for her.

He closed the door behind her, now both of them standing in awkward silence.

Y/n's eyes were glued to her feet while Graysons were softly looking at her in all her glory.

As mad as he was, and the fact that he was breathing hard from his nose to subside how much he wanted to finish Bryson off, when his eyes fell on Y/n he was in awe.

He hadn't noticed how nice she was dressed until now. With a soft white dress, curled hair, and her favorite sneakers that didn't quite match. It made him chuckle.

Her eyes were on him. "What?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.

"Nothing."

"No, what. Now you have to tell me."

Grayson shook his head in disapproval.

"C'mon Blue, I tell you everything!"

Her words stung him like a bee, because she could see his jaw tense up again and walk away from her.

"Just like when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"So this is what that was about? Because he is and never will be my boyfriend— or anything remotely like that, ever."

"But you still sucked his dick in the library? See, Y/n I don't understand you sometimes. You can be the nicest girl i've known since we were 13, or the complete opposite."

He was inching closer to her now, his vile words building up to protect himself from slipping his biggest secret.

"Why are you being such a dick! So what if I did?! It's none of you're business anyway. You're so protective Grayson... so manipulative and controlling. You spend all you're time worried about me you can take one second to see what you've done. For fucks sake you just beat the living hell out of some kid in your backyard!"

"He was harassing you!"

"He was drunk. And so are you? How much have you had to drink? Huh?!"

"This isn't about me— it's about the fact that—"

"It's about me! Always my fault, isn't it?! It was my fault I got us in trouble in middle and high school, my fault I caused you to almost lose you're scholarship... is it my fault my dad was a drunk and used to beat me?!" she shoved his chest, causing him to stumble backward a little.

"I never said that." he sighed.

"No but you've thought about it. C'mon admit it! You've once thought about how I could have ruined you're big dreams. And now you wouldn't be here now right?" another shove to his chest.

And that's when Grayson is pressing Y/n against his bedroom door, his hands surround her cheeks and her arms fall to her sides only to be gently placed against his torso seconds later.

They were so close. So close just like the time they kissed in the back of the Gymnasium when they were younger. Her lips were the same to him, still holding onto that Mike's Hard Lemonade, but this time it was more fruity due to the punch Y/n had drank.

But to Y/n it was different. It was so different.

She was taken back almost six years to when she took that lemonade from her Dad's outside fridge and got so much shit later that because he found the bottle cap on her dresser.

She never regretted it though. She felt alive, being rebellious, being secretive and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She haven't felt the same since... until now.

Grayson opened his eyes, slowly pulling apart and watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him.

"Gray..." he was scared of what she might say next.

"You're drunk." her voice was soft, but it still cut into him like butter and he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back to sit on his bed.

"I'm drunk? That's all I am Kid! Because last time I checked I was in love with you." his mouth formed the sentence and spit it out before he even had a chance to think it over in his head.

"Grayson..." Y/n was still against the door, too afraid if she moved he'd have her back where she was.

"Do you realize how long I've liked you for?! Go on ahead I wanna hear what you have to say." the tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.

"I-"

"The first day I met you Y/n! The second I laid my eyes on you I- I- I had this feeling in my stomach- butterflies. That never happens. Ever. And you know what else?"

She stood there with her arms pinned to her side waiting for him to speak again.

"You'd always flirt with me, all the time. Do you remember that? Remember all those times in the library when you'd drag me down an empty hall and hold my hand until class was over? Or after school when we went to the park and you convinced me to write on the playground? I even wrote our initials under the slide!" he took a deep breath in before he stood up and started pacing the room.

"Oh yeah! And the endless times we would skip class to hid in the locker room and take people's locks and switch them around! You did that shit to me all the time Y/n! And I let it happen..."

"It's not like that," her voice was just a whimper compared to his.

"It's not like that?! What is it like then? You fucking led me on all the time for years and I still stuck around because you're Dad was a drunk and I was the only friend you had and I liked you so much it wouldn't even matter if I wanted to leave!"

"And when you kissed me, behind the Gym at our graduation, I went home and looked at rings because I was so delusional that I thought I'd marry you." Grayson's hands came up to ruffle through his hair, and the tears had started to form in his eyes before he could do anything about it.

"Will you please just listen me to me!" she had raised her voice now, her hands talking with her while her eyes locked with his.

"I like you Blue. I just- it's complicated."

"Right. Because you don't like me like that. Right?"

Y/n sighed. Both of them were too fucked up to be having this conversation right now. "No, because I'm fucking scared! Okay?! You're the only man in my life who hasn't treated me like absolute shit and- and what happens if we do this? Then what? I lose you too? Jesus Grayson do you ever think about anything through before you just go on a rampage?"

"Y/n, just shut up." and that's when Grayson's hands were pressed hard against her cheeks, pulling her close enough to feel him through his jeans.

Y/n still didn't know how it had happened, how they had gone from fighting to her being pressed up against his twin-sized bed in his room with him between her legs.

He hovered over her with his hands on either sides of her face while they locked the eye contact with silent consent.

Grayson's hands found Y/n's waist and slide down slowly until both of his hands were holding her legs open.

"Lift your dress Kid." he said, and she could feel his breath against her clothed clit while doing as he said quickly.

His hands rubbed slowly on her smooth thighs while he watched her do as he said before he pulled the dainty, thin piece of fabric Y/n was wearing to the side.

While doing so, Y/n's breathing caught in her throat to the touch of his rather large fingers grazing against her.

She was nervous, but the adrenaline she craved took over and followed every order that was asked of her.

There was another moment of consent, and that small nod was all Grayson needed as his tongue came in contact with Y/n's wet core.

He started off slow, trying to see how long it would take before she was begging for more, asking him: "Please, Blue... please."

The thought of it made him groan as he felt himself grow in his jeans that caused them to fit a bit more tight.

"Oh," Y/n moaned as Grayson made eye contact with her, just to pick up his pace.

He could hear the light taps on his comforter, and so he took it as another sign until she was slightly arching her back due to his work between her sweet folds.

He didn't realize he was burying himself in her until he loosened his grip on her thighs and stopped quickly to get a breath of air.

But Y/n's breathing was a bit harder now, and she croaked out a small "Gray," to beg him to continue.

But that's not what he wanted to hear. Blue.

His right hand let go of her leg, only to reach down and lightly trace along her silky folds to her pearl. "Hm?"

Y/n reached forward a bit at the sudden touch, and he found two of his fingers slowly dancing around her small numb that made her beg.

"Ple... please," she breathed out feeling him between her with a playful look on his face just knowing he'd get her to say it.

"Pleaseeee, what?" he mocked, opening his fingers just slightly to find her small, tight opening.

Grayson's mouth was just near an inch away from her core as he blew cold air into it making Y/n squirm just to have him grip onto her thigh.

"Gray," Y/n had a hard time finishing her train of thought before he had taken the two fingers and slid them into her wetness as they disappeared in her.

She gasped now, gripping onto his bed sheets and pulling her brows together to help keep the moan in.

She could fight it for as long as she could, but if he kept doing this to her, the whole neighborhood would know what they were up to.

Once again Grayson sped up, now moving his fingers in and out of Y/n while also swirling his tongue around her numb before kind of kissing sloppily and mixing the fluids around slightly.

"Fuck," she said, trying for reach for him as he moved her hand away.

"Say it Kid, go on." Grayson continued while he waited, listening to the sound of fingering his best friend.

And there were the magic words. "Blue, please... shit,"

This time Y/n successfully reached up for him, grabbing onto his brown locks and pulling him close to her core and using both hands to hold her still.

Grayson's mouth was open against her, and when he heard her screech as he felt her legs start to shake, he knew he was doing something right.

This continued, and he loved the sounds that he made her make, and he was nearly coming to his breaking point when he heard one last moan and felt the warmth on his chin.

He took a small collection of Y/n with his tongue and pulled her even loser while she whined and breathed heavy, her grip on his hair still strong.

Once she finally let go of Gray, and before he could even say a word to her, she said: "Fuck me Grayson."

[twinflamestruth]

At last. Welcome.

You’re here because you want to know the truth about twin flames.

Most information out there about twin flames is misinformation. And believing those common myths and untruths is keeping you and your twin flame physically apart. 

I won't tell you what you want to hear. I will tell you what you need to hear. I'm gonna tell you the truth whether it triggers your ego or not.

I am V. The One who will be your “Morpheus”.

This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends; you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. 

Remember, all I’m offering is the truth, nothing more. Follow me.

What are twin flames?

The Soul is a Singularity that splits into positive and negative in order to exist in this world of duality. Twin flames are one soul in two bodies, but they are polarised at the astral level, one is the positive polarity (95% of women) and the other is the negative (95% of men). Opposites who can reach true divine love ONLY AFTER spiritual ascension and inner alchemy of balancing and neutralising the fear-based push-pull energy, collapsing the duality within and passing through the illusion of separation. As long as you are in a fear-based energy of duality you can’t manifest true love. Meeting and being with your other self will trigger your spiritual ascension. It will be a roller-coaster.

When the soul recognizes itself in the body of the twin flame, the duality fear-based energy is activated and both will feel a magnetic pull towards each other. It’s an energetic attraction that cannot be stopped, that cannot be controlled, the (polarised) energies are building up, get higher and higher and when they reach a tipping point (typically after 4 to 8 weeks) they repel. When they start repelling, the positive pole pushes, the negative pole pulls. In any energetic system the energy flows always from positive to negative. That’s why it appears that the positive pole is chasing and the negative pole is running.

The fear-based energy is very obsessive and very addictive. The push twin will be obsessed with their twin flame, the pull twin will be obsessed with ANYONE and anything (any sort of addiction, it can be alcohol, sex, work, depending on each individual), BUT their twin flame. The fear-based energy won’t even allow the (runner) pull twin to focus on their twin. And the worst for them is they can’t put their finger on what’s going on.

The positive pole (divine feminine - DF) is conscious of this connection, the negative pole (divine masculine - DM) is unconscious of the connection. If you are the negative polarity twin, even if you notice the incredible similarities and sinchronicities, chances are you won’t truly realize that you are on a twin flame journey and you are running from your other self. There are cases in which DM realizes they are on a twin flame journey, but even if they know, they still run away and reject their twin.

So you cannot be together with your twin flame physically more than maximum 2 months because the energies will repel. Separation, maybe coming together again, but never more than 6-8 weeks, it’s just not possible as long as you are in the duality fear-based energy. 

Where there is fear, there cannot be love. It’s one or the other. True love is the absence of fear and total acceptance, peace, it’s unconditional. In order to get to that place of true love, you have to neutralize the push-pull energy, it’s an inner alchemy of collapsing the duality within and become singularity – aligning with your soul, not looking for external love or validation. 

The positive polarity is usually older as age, because you as the push twin are the one who is conscious that you are on a twin flame journey and you are the one who has to do the spiritual work of alchemising and neutralizing the push-pull energy. That means you have to detach. Detach from your one true love? Oh, yes. Detach from the physical form of your other self as if they never existed. And that’s when the person shows up. It’s a paradox. The good news is that after you detach even if they don't come back you don't care. The point of this journey and the entire ascension process is to collapse the duality within yourself.

What You AND Your Twin Flame Both Feel During Separation

They both feel obsession, DF towards DM and DM towards someone else. LOL, this is so fucked-up. But there is a reason why it happens like this and it happens only in a twin flame journey!

Twin flames are one soul in two bodies, polarised at the astral level into positive and negative (opposites, like everything that exists in this universe of duality): DF (divine feminine) and DM (divine masculine).

Why Kurt says DM feels... nothing? How is that possible? (Here is Kurt’s video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eENFcS2CBE&ab_channel=NewWorldAllstar)

Well, when the soul recognizes itself in the body of the twin flame the duality fear-based energy is activated, and both will feel a magnetic pull towards each other, an attraction that cannot be controlled, no matter how much of a control freak you are.

“Separation” happens when they start repelling, typically after 4-8 weeks of “being together”. When they start repelling, the positive pole pushes, the negative pole pulls. The fear-based energy is very obsessive and very addictive. DF will be obsessed with DM and unable to understand why DM runs away from something so perfect, while DM will be obsessed with anyone and anything (any sort of addiction, it can be alcohol, sex, work, depending on each individual), BUT their twin flame. The push energy of DF (chaser) won’t even allow the DM (runner) to focus on their twin. If you are DF, once DM runs away, you will get through the dark night of the soul.

The only way to get over it is to GHOST/BLOCK/DELETE or UNFOLLOW your DM on every social media pages they have. I’m not kidding. Detach completely of the physical form of your twin flame, like they never existed. And stop doing or watching those fucking tarot readings, they don’t help you at all.

And... don’t send healing energy or love to your twin flame. Don’t talk to anyone about your twin flame journey. These are huge mistakes that will backfire. You don’t need any healing or fixing your karma. Repairing the contents of your mind will never change how it functions. Instead, you have to stop living through it. The truth is: you are a soul, which is pure consciousness. Embrace true spiritualism, it will change your life. Permanently.

If they come back at some point or you run into them around town by “chance” (that always happens with twin flames, like Kurt says, and it’s so true!) it doesn’t matter, you won’t care that much, because once you balance and neutralize the push-pull energy, and then align with your soul, realizing that separation is illusion, you will start to feel amazing and life will become magical.

It’s because you don’t identify anymore with the ego-personality, but with the real self, the Soul, the Consciousness, the Undefinable, the Source, the Singularity playing in this duality world it created. This is the first step of the Ascension and true love is only possible after this Alchemy takes place. One twin can do the spiritual work for both, as they are ONE energy field: once you balance your push energy, your twin’s pull energy gets balanced too and DM will be magnetized in your life like magic. Once you let go and you don’t even think about them anymore, that’s when they show up! It’s a paradox!

True love

You can only love something that you know. First you have to know yourself in order to love yourself unconditionally. What is “you”?

You is the Soul. You have to know your soul profoundly. Love is an energy of acceptance. Pure and total acceptance without judgement.

That’s what happens is this twin flame journey.

When you love yourself, you trust and believe in yourself.

Love is not a feeling, it’s a force, a vibration. It’s the soul’s vibration – your true essence.

When you need someone and desire them and want to be with them, that’s the ego-personality-based love. The duality love. Feel good, feel bad, conditioned by what the other person is doing. Highs and lows. It’s externalized.

Unconditional true love is neutral. It feels like peace. Intense bliss and peace. It’s balance, no highs and lows. That’s the vibration of true love.

You can be/have/live true love only after you ascend (alchemize the fear-based energy, thus neutralising the push-pull repelling energy) and only with your twin flame.

Why? Because only in the presence of your twin flame your soul is complete.

You cannot be with your twin flame unless you are in a state of unconditional love. It cannot just happen. If you are in the fear-based energy (in which we all are here in 3d), what will happen between the two of you will be the push and pull dynamic – DF chasing, DM running.

LOVE is not a verb, it’s not an action, it’s not words, it’s not thoughts, it’s a state of being. Our natural state of being. An energy. You don’t love, you ARE love. Love is your soul and the soul is made of two twin flames. Aristoteles said: Love is one soul in two bodies.

Fear and love cannot coexist. The only way to be love is to be in your soul’s vibration.

You and your twin flame cannot be together physically for long periods of time unless you are in that energetic state of love.

That’s why you have to go through this process of collapsing the duality within and alchemizing fear energy into love energy within. That’s huge.

If you’re changing your energetic composition transmuting it from fear into love, you’re just gonna feel amazing all the time.

How you align with your soul? Meditation all day, every day, just be the observer of thoughts and emotions, accepting everything without judgement. Make a lifestyle out of ZEN.

Meeting the other half of your soul is a forced awakening. You other self triggers you at the level of the mind. They trigger the breaking up of your ego (this cloud of thought patterns and emotional patterns that you have unconsciously held on to over the course of your life and it becomes your identity).

True love is the total absence of fear and suffering: it’s peace, bliss, heaven, it’s unconditional and eternal, it’s beyond the common feelings known as “love”, passion, infatuation (the ego-personality “love” is fear-based, and this kind of “love” always fades).

EGO = duality, darkness, suffering, highs and lows, conditions, longing, FEAR - worldly “love” (it’s DOing, it’s externalized, it’s a verb - to love; you can love this way other souls)

SOUL=singularity, light, bliss, balance, unconditional, peace, total acceptance, LOVE - divine love (it’s BEing, it’s internalized, you ARE love, that’s why it’s unconditional; you can have this perfect love only with your other self, after the alchemy takes place).

TRUE LOVE is possible only AFTER you align with your Soul. Only after alchemizing fear into love. You can have this kind of love ONLY with your twin flame (the only being in the universe that shares your soul). That’s the sacredness of this bond.

The twin flame journey is really just the true spiritual journey, it will be your worst nightmare and the most beautiful experience ever. You have to go through hell before you reach heaven. Heaven is possible (with or without your twin flame) only after you get out of your ego. That’s when true life, true love, true YOU begins.

“The eternal flame will always burn Feel, understand, and learn.”

(Enigma - Smell of desire)

What A Relationship With The Twin Flame Is Like When Balanced [EPIC VIDEO!] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rRJZcfCcpY&ab_channel=BeWithYourTwinFlame

The true signs you have met your twin flame

If you are the positive polarity (so-called divine feminine, chaser, push twin):

1.     Doubt. When the soul recognises itself in your twin flame’s body, the fear-based energy is activated, it’s an addictive and obsessive energy that controls the mind, that’s why you will have huge doubts that this person is “the one”.

2.     Obsession. The obsessive thinking is unfuckingbelievable, you just can’t turn it off, no matter how hard you try not to think about your twin flame, it’s impossible. So weird. If you haven’t met your twin flame, you have no idea of what kind of obsession I’m talking about. No, it’s not the usual obsession you feel when you have a crush on someone and you are in love. Nope. Not even close. They call this the dark night of the soul. Ego death. They trigger your spiritual ascension when they run from you and your ego melts away. It’s very painful.

3.     Physical pain. When your twin flame runs away from you the first time, you will feel an intense pain in your heart center or solar plexus or sacral chakra. This happens only with your twin flame when they break up with you the first time. It’s because you two are energetically connected in those 3 areas.

4.     You search for information about twin flames until you understand what’s going on. If you keep searching, you will eventually discover the truth. It’s a lot of misinformation about twin flames out there.

5.     You just know. You know that you are one, that this person is your other self. One day you just look into their eyes and you see your soul in them.

6.     The eyes. The eye area is alike in 100% of cases. It’s a fact. No exceptions here.

Similarities

The eye area is alike in 100% of cases. Twin flames have the same eye colour and the same eye-shape in ALL CASES. And this is really a strong negative predictive marker for telling if someone is NOT your twin flame. Twin flames not only have the eye area very alike, but they are similar in everything.

Why the positive polarities are usually older?

The positive polarities are older because they are the ones who have to do the spiritual work necessary for the reunion to take place: neutralising and balancing the push-pull energy, collapsing the duality within, aligning with the soul and detachment, which is not easy to do. Being older means you are more experienced with love (ego-based love) and relationships and more mature, therefore stronger in order to go through this nightmare (dark night of the ego).

Running

Twin flame runner... is a myth. “Running” implies that the twin flame is intentionally trying to get away from you. This is NOT the case. Your twin flame wants to be with you just as much as you want to be them. Why? Because the soul desires itself. All energy attracts like energy, and the soul is energy. The twin flame is your soul, so you are the exact same energy. It’s only natural for the soul to attract itself. The twin flame is not being with you intentionally. They can’t help it. The push/pull polarities of the soul are simply too strong to permit long term physical contact. Therefore the answer lies in depolarizing the energies and combining that with the other ingredients necessary to advance along your twin flame journey and truly love yourself and your twin flame.

They don’t really have a good reason for running, they are not doing it on purpose to hurt you, but they just have to get the fuck away from you and they will say anything, even hurtful things, just to get away from you. It's the duality based energy that keeps repelling you from each other.

And you don’t understand what the fuck is going on, why all of a sudden they run away when you feel and see it clearly in their eyes that they love you, that it’s real, they give you the most flimsy cooked-up excuse and they just go. And you start to seek information about twin flames and you get more confused because 99% of the info about twin flames is written by soulmates who think they are twin flames, BUT THEY ARE NOT! And they give you that romanticized story that describes soulmates = the fear-based energy love, ego-based love, butterflies and romantic, with highs and lows that you see in every movie and everywhere.

Soulmates = a worldly love, twin flames = divine love – it’s love on another level, it’s the love you can experience ONLY with your twin flame, you have never ever loved anyone this way, not even your twin flame UNTIL you balance the fear-based push-pull energy and align with your soul. You both are one soul, and the soul is made of pure love. That’s why when you are in the presence of your twin flame you will feel peace, you will feel comfortable and so free, it’s like you are with yourself. Because you are. With your other self.

True unconditional love is neutral. It’s beyond feelings (duality – feel good, feel bad, now I love you – Now I don’t like you because you hurt me, butterflies, expectations, despair, obsession, fear of losing the person, it’s high and low, you get the point). True love feels like inner peace, perfection, zen, wholeness, satori, total absence of fear and total acceptance. It’s bliss, it’s intense, but in a balanced, peaceful way, in a neutral way. It’s something you have never felt before ascension. Only after you pass through the illusion of separation, realize that you are one and balance the push-pull energy, the shift takes place. If one twin does that, the other twin will automatically become balanced too, because it’s the same energy field, they are one. They are ascending together, but only one of them is aware of what’s happening. It’s designed this way. 

But till you get to this place of true love, it’s a fucking roller-coaster! You have to pass through hell to get to heaven. Funny how that is.

So... You push, they pull. The more addicted you are to them, the more you focus on them, the more you need and want them, the more they will be addicted to anyone and anything but you. The more you chase, the more they run. It is meant to be that way, otherwise the ego death and spiritual ascension could not happen.

What about affirmations?

No. Affirmations is mental stuff. You have to align with your soul. Be the observer of the thoughts and emotions all day, every day, constantly, accepting them fully and not judge them. Soul=present moment, mind=past and future. After a while you will begin to feel the real feelings of the soul: contentment, bliss, peace, inner wholeness all the time, feeling like you don't need anything from the outside. It's magical. Also a form of art helps. Creating art or music, dancing and painting. It's the soul who creates and expresses itself through art in a state of inspiration and sometimes it feels like samadhi.

Twin flames cannot be of the same sex, it’s always man and woman.

Why? It’s simple and logical: at the level of the soul they are ONE, because the soul is a SINGULARITY, but at the astral and physical level (3d world, astral body and pshysical body) they are OPPOSITES, because the astral plane and the physical plane are DUALITY where EVERYTHING is polarised.

How to manifest physical union

Detox and ascend

1. Detox

Let go of the physical form of your other self as if they never existed.

Ghost/block/delete them.

Stop looking at twin flame information.

Stop talking about twin flames.

You say to your friends: please don’t ever mention this person again, just like I never met them.

2. Ascend

You replace all of that activity with creating a lifestyle of zen.

Embrace your spiritual journey. Focus on yourself. 

Meditate all day every day 15 hours a day.

Meditation = shifting your attention to the present moment over and over again, looking away from thought, accepting what you think and feel, but don't judge as being good or bad, you just let it be, you're neutral.

Once you get really good at that, it works instantaneously within a week or a month.

After a few weeks or months (dependind on the person) you start having very powerful deep spiritual experiences, you feel a drastic increase in your consciousness, this is “aligning with your soul and collapsing the duality within”.

And the darnest thing happens! You hear from your other self, DM starts thinking about you and want to see you right away. That happens consistently, without fail. It’s empirical data, scientific information, as Kurt relates. 

Resources: 

1. Understanding Ascension, Twin Flame Journey and what is going on with you:  

https://twinflameascensionguide.quora.com/

2. Go watch Kurt’s free content here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJbmPJaD9e4&list=PLrVOavDjPxlijbMJSgzUV8dE1_zqSJSDn&ab_channel=NewWorldAllstarNewWorldAllstar

3...and Elle Hari, who is very dear to me, she’s wonderful and very spiritual: 

https://www.youtube.com/c/BeWithYourTwinFlame/playlists

4. Go watch Samadhi movie.

5. Read The power of now by Eckhart Tolle.

That’s all you need. 

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I didn't say it would be easy. I just said it would be the truth.

You have to let it all go. Fear, doubt and disbelief. Free your mind.

This is how you get out of the Matrix.

Good luck with your journey. 

V.

[enduredante]

I know it's like a popular thing to be like "oh Lucifer is Satan's dad, that's his father, Satan is Lucifer’s son lolol" but like.... Many Thoughts, Head Full... I've been Thinking... what if their dynamic is closer to like fraternal twins?

Unfortunate as it is and as much as I hate to say it, Satan is just a piece of Lucifer in an external form. He is all the experiences and emotions that Lucifer bottled up and held in taking form as a living being. He is a facet of Lucifer that became too much and had to be removed. And in the same breath, they are so different. It's almost like Satan became everything Lucifer hates.

For example: Lucifer has dark hair, red eyes, classic and simple but not plain looking style. Satan on the other hand has blonde hair, blue-ish green eyes, and his style is very out there, lots of color and clothing choices most people find questionable. Then you have adamant dog person Lucifer who loves his baby Cerberus, and adamant cat lover Satan who has book upon book about his favorite little fuzz balls. Lucifer is very serious, very by the book, and on the flip side Satan uses books to find ways to prank people, more specifically Lucifer. They're polar opposites on some things but their personalities are so similar and I think that's because of what Satan is and how he came to be.

Those are all the things I can think of right now but if anyone else has any points where Satan and Lucifer are completely different, please let me know! I just think this lil hc of mine is interesting and I wanna go more in depth with it 😔👉👈