#Sovereign Defense

[hananoami]

I just found your ilusio masterlist and i am losing my mind……i have just started so i dont have many memories to play around with and this is life saving 🫡

I do have one request if that is ok, idk if its been already asked for sorry (i believe not?)

Sylus No Defence Zone with Scarlet Ardor with the horns ✨

Ten thousand blessings for you ✨🙏🏼

Hihi @mrs-probabilitea~ ty for the blessings. my masterlist is a bit outdated, but i haven't done this kindled memory + outfit combo yet so you're good for this request! i'm glad to be able to share the love and happiness that these guys have given me with new players. i hope you enjoy this illusio clip and the rest of the game 🫶

sylus’s [no defense zone] + scarlet ardor w/ horns outfit

[mabaris]

can i say something embarrassing

i fell for the nigerian prince scam in da2 the first time i played it 😭

[lesmotsquinousmanqueny]

Since Trump wants to abandon Ukraine completely, refusing any NATO integration, and "no longer prioritizes Ukraine's and Europe's defense", it's time europeans realize Putin IS our enemy, as much as Hitler once was.

The US just gave him the green light to invade more european countries, and there is no universe in which Ukraine's defeat will end Putin's war path, he's literally extending his army right now.

Europan leaders and countries are saying statements and donating weapons in response, and that's good, but that's forgetting citizens can also send a message.

You can donate to united24, and give a massive fuck you to Trump (and Musk), on top of actively helping Europe's defense.

Europe is not for them to hand over. Europe is not for grabs. Each European nation is sovereign, as is our Union.

Vive l'Europe, Vive l'Ukraine, and fuck Trump

[kakushino]

The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

Masterlist

AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground. 

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines. 

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position. 

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching. 

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.” 

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd. 

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom. 

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him. 

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do. 

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber. 

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration. 

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World. 

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?” 

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed. 

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?” 

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size. 

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

dividers by the divine @benkeibear

network: @enchantedforest-network

[reading-writing-revolution]

A report on a recent meeting between Trump and NATO Secretary General Mark Rutte, by a WHITE HOUSE REPORTER, someone who was present in the room:

via KAREN Caron

From a WH Reporter:

“ I’ve covered a lot of Donald Trump's press conferences over the years. I’ve seen him lie, deflect, and embarrass himself in countless ways. But what I just witnessed in the Oval Office may have been the most off-the-rails, unhinged display yet.

Trump sat down with NATO Secretary General Mark Rutte — a serious figure there to talk about security and alliance unity — but Trump wasn’t interested in that. No, Trump used the opportunity to fantasize about annexing Canada. He actually said, “Canada only works as a state,” and gushed about how the U.S. would look on a map if we just erased the border and took Canada as our own. This wasn’t satire. This wasn’t a joke. This was the president rambling about absorbing another sovereign nation — while the NATO secretary general sat there watching this clown show unfold.

And it didn’t stop there. Trump started pushing the idea of conquering Greenland too, saying NATO might need to get involved in helping the U.S. take it over — as if it’s a game of Risk. He literally said we "need it for international security" and tried to rope NATO into his imperial fever dream. The look on Rutte’s face said it all.

Then, Trump pivoted to his usual bigotry. Instead of talking about defense cooperation or global security, Trump bragged about how he uses transgender people as political pawns to rile up his base before elections — saying Republicans should “bring it up a week before the election” to win votes. In other words, he openly admitted he sees cruelty and manufactured culture war nonsense as a campaign strategy. Despicable.

When asked about American small businesses hurting from tariffs, Trump did what he always does: lie and bluster. “You’re going to be so much richer,” he said. Meanwhile, Medicaid is being gutted, Social Security is under threat, and Trump’s billionaire cronies are cheering as the safety net burns.

Oh, and then Trump suggested we start sending drug dealers to the Netherlands — yes, you read that right — in a bizarre attempt at humor that landed more like a diplomatic insult, especially considering the NATO secretary general used to be the prime minister of the Netherlands.

He kept rambling about how the U.S. doesn’t need anything from Canada, said the European Union is “very nasty,” claimed we can’t sell cars in Europe (not true), and then told an utterly deranged story about how he “invaded Los Angeles” to turn on the water — another lie pulled from his fantasyland. What actually happened was that he diverted water from Northern California, destroying farmland and hurting his own voters in the process.

To top it off, he said our allies shouldn’t worry about Putin, brushing off any concerns about Russian aggression with a shrug.

Let me be blunt: This is not normal. This is not politics-as-usual. This is a dangerous, unstable person with authoritarian fantasies, spewing nonsense in front of our closest allies while the world watches.”

Keep speaking up. Don’t accept any of this as normal.

Ben Meiselas

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

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Summer is here—but autumn is on its way. And maybe you’re wondering: what’s in store for you?

Maybe this has been a sad summer, a turbulent summer, a chaotic one.

Maybe you’re moving through heartbreak, confusion, or change—and all you want is for this chapter to pass.

You’re craving something to look forward to.

A moment. A shift. A reason to believe in beauty again.

So ask yourself:

How will you glow up between now and fall?

What will come into your life that makes you smile again?

How are you quietly transforming—right now—even if you can’t fully see it yet?

Pick a pile.

Your message is waiting.

You’ll understand what’s coming next.

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🍂autumns coming 🍂

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Pile 1

For people in this group, I see that your glow-up from summer to autumn will be deeply unraveling in profound and transformative ways. This summer, you may experience significant pain—betrayal, distrust, disappointment—that leaves you feeling both hopeless and hopeful at once. You’ll find yourself caught between the desire for something more and the exhaustion of that very desire.

It may feel as though the love you’ve given—or the love you’ve longed to receive—has gone unreciprocated. This can leave you feeling unloved, overlooked, or emotionally isolated. For many of your summer days, there will be a sense of helplessness—like simply getting out of bed, taking care of yourself, socializing, or maintaining stability requires tremendous effort.

You might retreat into yourself, entering a period of hiding. You won’t want to confront conflict. You’ll want space. You may feel unbalanced, weighed down by regrets, uncertain of your capacity, and painfully aware of the places where you haven’t yet matured. Summer may feel stifling—internally heavy.

But as you move toward autumn, your glow-up begins—not just in how you look, but in who you are becoming. Your energy shifts. What once felt like defeat transforms into determination. You begin to rise from the shadow period with clarity, strength, and momentum. You rediscover your voice and your vitality. You’ll become more social, more active, and more passionate.

You’ll know what you want.

You’ll hold your head higher. Speak louder. Laugh more freely. You might feel ready to date again, to explore, to take risks. Your style may shift to reflect this new boldness—choosing outfits with rich color, striking silhouettes, and a sense of regality that commands attention. You’ll invest in your strength and stand proudly in your identity.

Your glow-up from summer to autumn is a metamorphosis:

You go from someone longing to be saved to someone who saves herself.

You rise from weariness into wonder.

From stagnation into self-possession.

From surviving to sovereign.

This is not just a seasonal change.

It’s the rebirth of your fire.

Pile 2

For this group of people, I see that this summer will challenge you with a deep struggle around passivity. You may feel apathetic toward life, or carry a nihilistic, cynical, or nonchalant attitude about the things unfolding around you. People care about you—but you shut them out. You’re avoidant. You don’t feel ready or willing to fully step into life, so you withdraw.

You may also feel defensive about this withdrawal. When people try to connect, you instinctively want to disconnect. You put up what you call boundaries, but in truth, they’re walls—because deep down, you don’t know how to fully open up or connect. There’s a part of you that feels raw and untrusting. You may come off as cold, reactive, or emotionally distant, even if your heart is longing for tenderness underneath it all.

Sometimes, your attitude may shift quickly into irritation or anger. You might find yourself snapping, yelling, or caught in heated arguments—especially when you’re overwhelmed or simply craving solitude but don’t know how to ask for it in healthy ways. You retreat inward, but when you’re confronted, you tend to explode or become visibly emotional and volatile. This emotional reactivity becomes a burden throughout the summer, leaving you feeling disconnected—not just from others, but from yourself.

You may not feel good in your body. Your self-esteem is fragile, and your confidence has waned. You may be quietly struggling with mental health, mood swings, or emotional instability. You don’t feel vibrant. You feel drained, out of sync with your life.

It’s possible that you recently experienced a setback or blow that diminished your pride or sense of personal power. A loss of control may have left you grasping at emotional survival, and that’s created an energetic push-pull: people try to support you, but the connection often results in conflict, tension, or defensiveness.

So, yes—this summer may feel like a stormy season. You’re hiding. You don’t want attention. You’re tangled in thoughts, emotions, and a growing desire to just be left alone. Relationships are strained. You’re searching for some control in the middle of inner chaos.

🍁 But as autumn arrives, a glow-up begins.

This transformation won’t be just external—it will be spiritual, emotional, and practical. You’ll begin to slowly return to yourself through daily rituals and grounding routines. You’ll feel a pull toward consistency—toward self-care practices that stabilize your emotions and bring you back into your body.

You might pick up a new job, receive a financial opportunity, or be blessed with unexpected abundance that helps you reclaim both inner and outer security. Your ambition reignites. You begin to pursue your goals with focus. You shift into manifestation mode—not just dreaming, but doing. You start things. You complete them. You feel proud of who you’re becoming again.

And just when you feel rooted in your personal growth, something even softer emerges:

You develop a crush.

You begin to feel romantic again—toward life, toward others, toward yourself.

You want to express. To connect. To love.

You open.

You move from someone who was cold, apathetic, and guarded to someone who is goal-oriented, grounded, and emotionally present. You shift from survival to sentiment. From defense to desire. From avoidance to actualization.

This glow-up isn’t just about looking better. It’s about coming back to life. Autumn becomes your turning point—a new beginning where your heart reopens, your mind refocuses, and your soul begins to trust the beauty of becoming once again.

Pile 3

For this group of people, it feels like this summer may turn out to be somewhat disappointing. You had high hopes, big expectations, and a clear vision of what you wanted to do or accomplish. Maybe you planned to go out more, socialize, hit certain milestones, or see progress happen quickly. But instead, you’ve been met with setbacks and delays—and it’s been frustrating.

There are moments when things require more patience than you expected. At times, you simply don’t have the energy or motivation to move forward. Progress feels slow. Deadlines are missed or pushed back. The things you’re waiting on—approvals, messages, plans—seem to take longer to materialize. Travel plans may be postponed. Social events may fall through. You might find yourself staying in more than going out, either because of exhaustion or conflict within your social circle that makes you withdraw.

You want to dive headfirst into your goals and ambitions, but your physical and emotional capacity hasn’t matched your desire. This summer feels draining, like you’re stuck in a limbo between wanting to move and being unable to. There’s a lingering sense of helplessness. You may feel like you’re either trying too hard to control things and still feel defeated—or like things are entirely out of your hands.

Despite the struggle, this season is not without purpose. The delays and stagnation are recalibrating your path.

🍂 Autumn brings a shift—a glow-up grounded in healing, clarity, and inner peace.

As summer fades, momentum returns. The tasks you couldn’t complete before begin to move forward. Delays resolve. You finally feel like you can take action and attack your goals with renewed strength and clarity. There’s movement where there once was stagnation.

Alongside this external shift, there’s a deep internal transformation. You begin to feel confident in yourself again. Your relationships become more peaceful and grounded—less chaotic, less draining. Emotionally, you’re maturing. Energetically, you’re stabilizing. There’s a calmness in your aura that wasn’t there before.

Much of this has to do with the emotional and psychological healing that takes place during or just after summer. You may be engaging in therapy, spiritual practices, or reconnecting with your faith or intuition. You’re turning inward, but not to hide—rather, to introspect and realign. You’re learning to listen to yourself, to nourish yourself, and to honor your inner world.

And in doing so, you’re entering manifestation mode—not the scattered, hurried kind, but the intuitive, intentional kind. You’re no longer attacking goals aimlessly. You’re choosing with clarity. Acting with purpose. Aligning with what truly resonates.

Pile 4

For this group of people, I sense that this summer brings the weight of a tumultuous and toxic relationship. You may be entangled in a connection where accountability is missing—where genuine apologies aren’t offered, harmful behaviors go unacknowledged, and necessary communication is being avoided.

There’s a sense of emotional stagnancy. One or both of you are avoiding the hard conversations that could actually move the connection forward. One person may be extending themselves, while the other withdraws. Or perhaps you’re both avoiding each other to escape the potential explosion—the argument, the breakdown you both sense is coming.

Whether this is a romantic relationship, a friendship, or a situationship, the energy is clearly imbalanced. One person wants to love, to connect, to repair. The other is avoidant, emotionally unavailable, or unwilling to take responsibility. There may even be cheating or infidelity involved. One person is hiding the truth, while the other is left feeling the cold absence of honesty and affection.

The person who stepped out—whether emotionally or physically—may be inconsistent, coming in and out of your life, offering crumbs instead of commitment. And this dance of avoidance and longing is causing the relationship to slowly unravel.

Someone in this connection feels deeply shut out, misunderstood, unseen. Conversations aren’t solving the issue—they’re two people talking at each other, not with each other. The blame is being outsourced instead of shared. There is no real accountability—just projection, evasion, and emotional withdrawal.

This leads to a breakup or separation. I see something coming to an end—one person walking away for good, the connection dissolving. It may feel sudden. Final. Painful.

💔 But this ending… is the beginning of your transformation.

There will be devastation in the wake of this loss—let’s not deny it. You may feel abandoned, questioning if this person ever truly cared. They may ghost you, block you, cold-shoulder you, and leave you in the dark with no closure. It can feel like emotional death.

But let me tell you this:

This breakup is not breaking you down—it’s breaking you open.

You are the phoenix rising from the ashes.

This ending pushes you through a portal of profound change. You begin to see the truth. The veil lifts. The illusion dissolves. That deep attachment you once had begins to turn into detachment. It doesn’t happen all at once—but it happens powerfully.

You’ll realize how much of your self-love had been outsourced to someone who couldn’t hold it. And you begin to reclaim it.

This heartbreak becomes your breakthrough.

You start seeing where things went wrong—not just on their end, but within yourself, too. You begin to heal your own toxic patterns. You learn how to create safety within yourself. You soften. You grow.

And then—you open to love again.

🍂 The glow-up arrives in autumn.

You’ll be in bed, wrapped in warm arms, cuddling with someone who sees you clearly—who kisses your scars, not just your lips. Someone who brings genuine affection, emotional safety, and depth. A divine partner. A soulmate.

This new love doesn’t come to rescue you—you’ve already saved yourself. But they come to rise with you, to match your healed energy, and to build something beautiful.

Your glow-up isn’t just in how you look. It’s in your aura, your smile, the way you speak with more light in your voice. You’ve returned to yourself. And in doing so, you called in a new kind of love—one that reflects your transformation.

🕊️ From devastation to reclamation.

From ghosted to glowing.

From abandoned to adored.

This is your season of resurrection.

Your love story begins with you.

Pile 5

For this group of people, I feel that this summer someone truly did you wrong. They did you dirty. They weren’t right for you, and the way things ended—and how it all unfolded—just doesn’t sit right in your soul.

This person pushed you into a deeply defensive energy. They may have constantly attacked you, belittled you, berated you, or talked down to you to the point where you felt forced to dig your heels into the dirt—just to demand basic respect. You didn’t build healthy boundaries; you had to build walls, because every boundary you set was bulldozed.

They dampened your spirit, drained your confidence, dimmed your light. They took the life out of you—your energy, your essence, your self-worth. And the love was never truly reciprocal. They did things to you they wouldn’t have tolerated themselves. They violated the very standards they claimed to live by. They disrespected you, broke commitments, betrayed values, or even cheated.

They gaslit you.

They love-bombed you.

They blamed you for things they caused.

They convinced you that you were the problem—when really, the harm was theirs to own.

This shattered your heart.

You’re either going through—or about to go through—an incredibly painful season where you question everything:

Your worth.

Your dignity.

Your identity.

You find yourself spinning in circles, trying to make sense of why they couldn’t give you something as simple and sacred as decency. As love. As truth.

But let me tell you this, and let it land in your spirit:

You’re going to receive far more than you ever lost.

Your glow-up is coming—and it’s coming with the harvest winds of autumn.

🍂 Your transformation from summer to autumn is powerful.

You’re going to let this person go. You’re going to release them—whether to God, the Universe, your ancestors, or simply to the void—and you’re going to return all that love you gave away back to yourself.

Autumn brings blessings:

• Friendships rekindled

• Family reunions and emotional harmony

• Community and support that nourishes your soul

There’s a softening in your relational world. It becomes magical, whimsical, warm, and connective. You’re working with others, collaborating, sharing joy, and rediscovering who you are through the eyes of those who actually see you.

You find your people.

You find your belonging.

And you begin to breathe again.

You’re supported, held, hugged, encouraged.

You’re learning, expanding, socializing, exploring.

You’re receiving what you always deserved—what that other person could never offer you.

You’re letting go of the disillusionment, and stepping into the real magic:

The manifestation of love, community, and soul-affirming connection.

🕯️ Your glow-up is not just aesthetic.

It’s relational.

It’s emotional.

It’s spiritual.

This fall, you’ll rise into a life where you feel seen, supported, loved, and celebrated for your authenticity. The ache of summer is real—but the autumn brings the healing that finally makes it all make sense.

You go from heartbreak to harmony.

From isolation to intimacy.

From betrayal to belonging.

Pile 6

For this group of people, I definitely feel like you’re in intense tension with someone this summer. There’s constant conflict, constant back-and-forth—words exchanged, emotions inflamed. Someone in your life feels like they’re not getting what they want, and instead of communicating that in a healthy way, they’ve become selfish, focused only on their needs. This creates a major imbalance in energy.

It’s as if you’re constantly having to defend yourself, fight for your voice, and struggle just to move forward. You may be trying to chase your own goals, step into new opportunities, or grow—and yet this person seems to be holding you back.

There’s a strong energy of jealousy or envy here. They may feel threatened by your success, your independence, or your light. There’s a possibility they’re codependent—and the more you grow, the harder they cling. This person may be emotionally draining, and every time you rise, they try to pull you down.

They question your confidence.

They shake your self-belief.

They make you feel like you’re not in your queen or king energy—but you are. They just can’t stand to see it.

This person might be verbally aggressive or emotionally manipulative—possibly even gossiping behind your back, trying to control your narrative. The truth is, they hide who they really are, and you feel it. You feel like you can’t fully be yourself around them. You shrink when you should be expanding.

It’s like being tied to a rope—every time you move forward, they yank you back. Whether this is a parent, a friend, a lover, a sibling, or even a stranger who just hates on you for no reason, the effect is the same: they are toxic, and their presence weighs heavy on your spirit.

But here’s the truth: that’s going to end.

Whether you walk away—or they disappear like a ghost—this connection is coming to a close. And that moment marks the beginning of your transformation. Your glow-up starts the second you release this person, the second you decide to stop shrinking and start choosing yourself.

When they leave, the toxicity takes itself out of your life. They’re a bag of emotional waste—and once it’s gone, you can finally breathe. You’ll feel lighter. Calmer. Healthier. You begin to heal.

You’ll no longer crave what they gave you. You’ll no longer tolerate control, obsession, envy, or manipulation. You start seeing the patterns that led you there. You finally admit just how unhealthy the connection was—how it corroded your self-esteem, joy, and personal power, whether subtly or overtly.

Your glow-up isn’t just surface-level. It’s spiritual. It’s energetic. It’s transformational.

🍂 And then—autumn brings your blessings.

You begin to shift.

You shed the skin of past toxicity.

You gain wisdom, clarity, and freedom.

You become more clear-eyed about people. You’re no longer fooled by masks. You trust your intuition. And that’s when the universe pours in surprising abundance.

This fall, your glow-up comes with luck on your side—Jupiter energy gracing your life. You’re healthier, happier, and more aligned. And all of a sudden, life starts moving in your favor.

• Diamonds. Rings. Cars. Travel. Money. Opportunities.

Whatever you desire, it’s beginning to manifest.

Your glow-up is in letting go, in seeing the truth, and in finally becoming lucky—because your energy is no longer being siphoned. You’ve reclaimed your power. You’re on a winning path.

🕊️ You’re one lucky soul.

And this fall, you’ll feel it in every step, in every blessing, in every breath of freedom.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

[neurotic-sinkhole]

oh boy another hermitcraft court case. watched it and my brain exploded like a cuboom firework. the things i've seen as a real life judicial aid and law school student will never compare to the trial.

so here is my analysis of said case:

- glad the judge kept the plaintiff going first! he is right, the defense doesnt know what case to argue against without knowing the case to begin with

- while i love the addition of a jury, typically juries are selected before either side makes a single argument. theres also a whole jury selection process that takes a while, but seeing how one side chose to not prepare anything (which is a real defense i've seen used in a real case before) maybe this was for the better lol

- also, to my knowledge most of the jury (in some way) was a part of the case - i mean the defense even brought this up. the jury was never going to be impartial. however, what confused me more was the usage of "hermitcraft" in the overarching hermitcraft v mumbo case. this verbiage implies not just beef or xb, but the whole server are claiming harm from mumbo's actions.

- furthermore, outside the courthouse there was a banner boasting "xb vs mumbo" but bdubs said "hermitcraft vs mumbo" so i'm going with the words of the judge and what would be on the theoretical court record. this continues to make me wonder what "hermitcraft" classifies as. is it a sovereign nation? is it a state? is it a confederacy of hermits? if hermitcraft, in this specific case, entailed the server as a nation then this should have been a criminal case.

- i need to stop thinking about this aspect of the case or else my brain will explode but i desperately hope for some case law defining this in the future.

- similar to the zombiecleo v docm77 case, defense's lack of witnessess was alarming. defense having only one witness in comparison to the plaintiff's three is severely unbalanced, it only gave the defense a third of the oppurtunity to prove mumbo's innocence (not that they were claiming mumbo didn't commit the actions accused of him)

- i appreciate the judge not allowing for party reps/witnesses to act as agents of the case (objecting, arguing, ect). when bdubs asked jevin where his bar card was i actually felt tears welling in my eyes from laughter.

- the plaintiff's case did a good job in throwing a lot of stuff at the defense. however, i feel they spread themselves too thin with having so many elements to the case (vandalism, noise pollution, enviromental pollution, lost wages, ect), and if they had focused on one or two aspects their case would have been much stronger

- specifically i think they should have focused on the enviromental damage perspective. the other "charges" focused too much on the social ramifications of actions taken by both mumbo and "hermitcraft"

- as for the defense, i think they could have completely gone with the defense of "freedom of expression".

- every single charge could have been easily knocked aside with this defense. it would play to bdubs' (american) brain's inherent obsession with freedom of speech, protest, assembly- just the first amendment overall. oh, the bricks? that was a protest. it is mumbo's right to protest against actions he does not agree with. the noise? the "toxic" enviroment? that's mumbo's expressed creative thoughts. it's his own individual style. he's expressing his own thoughts.

- i think the defense was right on about the train of the food prices too high, but they focused on it too much.

- i also appreciated their use of their singular witness in cub- it is absolutely right to point out there are no written peramiters for zones of builds and such.

overall i think this trial was slightly more on par with a traditional american trial than previous tall claims court cases!! i think bdubs' judgement was just. and most importantly, i can't wait for more cases to analyse (:

[weirdrtvscomments]

in case anyone is struggling with deciding who they want to vote for in the RTVStan/RTVS Nation/RTVSia/RTVS Topia/RTVS Topia-Ville presidential election, i have compiled a list:

Log

Representing the Ethernet Party: “A people with 5 ping to the main server is a people that prospers.”

Will change the name to RTVS Nation

Comic books are a part of the platform

Everybody gets a free moat

Eyes that are twice as big for everyone that wants them

Offload cost to Wifi users

Working on a battery charged snack

Hypnotist is a protected class

Robloxia war veteran

Defenses are proven

Will take your ants and import more

Endorsed by: Soulja Boy, Ken Masters, Stitch 

Signature move when President: Snake Trick (no weaknesses)

Punishment for other candidates: Follow him out & about like an RPG party

Mike

Representing the Sweets & Treats Party: “I was just outside eating a sandwich.”

Orange creamsicles will be available in every store

Free Steam Deck for every American citizen

Will lower tariffs and imports on all types of sweets and treats from Canada, while raising tariffs on everything else

Most important snack is Wasabi Peas

Not very good against zoners

Why are ants so bad?

Endorsed by: 2 (anonymous), Trap Snax

Signature gimmick when President: Whenever he eats a yummy piece of candy he gets an install, which gets its own theme

Special move when President: A cool punch like Marissa from Street Fighter 6

Punishment for other candidates: Have to reach into a bin of Bean Boozled that's 90% gross ones and eat it in public in front of cameras and the press. After, push into the alligator moat. Also, Mira’s idea

Mira

Representing the Drinks & Eats party: “I was rooting around in a dumpster out back.”

Will change the name to RTVSia

One of every food and drink, free of charge

Will develop a chemical compound called “Ketracel White,” will genetically engineer ants to be dependent on it 

Endorsed by: IceFrog, Yoshi, Yoshi (from Mario), baby Yoshi (might be one and the same), Chun Lee

Signature move(s) when President: Level up system (up to 3), if she gets knocked down she loses a charge of it, gets it when she does some power up move (or something), negative edge inputs (landmine, fireball, that one thing Bison does in Street Fighter 5), install where she gets a command grab, 8-way air dash, guard impact, levels reset between rounds, invincible super (can do it on wakeup)

Punishment for other candidates: Detractors rounded up and taken into woods where they are given a knife, camera, and laptop to make a Youtube channel of them living in the woods (Ethernet in the trees)

Trog

Representing the People’s Choice Freedom Integrity Liberty Justice Prosperity Sovereign Citizen’s Ethical Governance Democratic Renewal Global Sustainability Citizens for Unity (may be part of the Lego Star Wars Party): “We’re all part of God’s nation in my eyes.”

All breakfast restaurants have to be open for lunch & dinner in addition to breakfast

THEY HAVE TO GIVE YOU A LARGE WATER WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT

Desegregate PornHub and GayTube

Everybody gets a free castle

Immediately cease all snack exports 

Will start war with Canada

Will mail a bomb if you want him to

Will double your ants and give them to the next guy OR will turn them all into 1 big ant

New category on PornHub for ants

Will build death robots and a spaceship

Will be inventing gorgons, griffins, vampires, Frankenstiens, zombies, mummies, insects, gorgon ants (small)

Endorsed by: The Sims, Captain Video, Half Life 2: Lost Coast (demo), Tobuscus

Super move when President: 1 Sphinx on every tile surrounding, +1 food, +1 culture (if next to a river, +2 food, +2 culture instead)

Theme song: Steppin’ Out by Joe Jackson

Punishment for other candidates: All other candidates have to do an embarrassing pose and gaze into Medusa’s eyes, which will turn them into stone. The statues will be put in front of the White House, where during a nation-wide celebration they will be knocked down with a wrecking ball/individually destroyed with dirty bombs

Wayneradiotv/Wayne John 

Representing the California Milk Processors Board: “Enjoy DOGh.”

Every gallon of milk will have $2,000 in it

Free PornHub premium

Any dairy product you want whenever you want it

Will attract more ants

Will rename it to Milk Nation

Pig milk Iron Fist

Endorsed by: Britney Spears, Beyonce, Rhianna, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, Shaquille O’Neal, Harrison Ford (all branded with Permanent Milk Mustache & committed their eternal lives), Batman, Mario, Spongebob

Signature move when President: Cow army that walks on their hind legs and shoot milk as projectiles

Punishment for other candidates: Mulched into feed for his cows

Things you need to rememer for the ONLY ELECTION THAT MATTERS!!!!

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6: A Mother’s Love

Gotham still remembers when she was just a young Neverborn. When her bay was first discovered and settlements were newly established. Her consciousness like the budding town was growing slowly but surely. By the 1800s she was almost fully grown and by the 1900s she knew her name. She knew who she was.

She was Lady Gotham: Queen of the City of Corruption, Mistress of the Den of Madness, Ruler of No Man's Land, Mother of Poor Souls.

She was a Neverborn Spirit of the Infinite Realms who was well acquainted with disaster and misery. She was the sovereign of her own haunt and territory, and vassal under the king. (A king to whom she swore no loyalty)

She knew her flaws and she knew the flaws of those who were Hers but she loved them nonetheless. When she was still young she spent her energy trying to nourish her people, unfortunately, she was but a reflection of her mortal haunt. There was little she could do aside from slightly bending the rules to exert control over the physical aspects of her haunt or to extend her power to those who would need it most. As she grew older she also had to divide her care among the ghosts in her spectral haunt, for they were Hers too, now within her grasp.

She remembers when the Clown first arrived. He was horrible, an outsider, an interloper, and a scourge to her haunt. He was not Hers and she refused to claim him despite his fancy to call himself the Clown Prince of Gotham. No, he was more a Fool than anything else. She made it known within the realms to all those living in her spectral haunt that should the Fool ever make it to the realms than his fate would be up to her (Perhaps her former paramour would grant her a boon and keep him trapped in an eternal nightmare).

She remembers when her Dark Knight first arrived in her defense. She was struck to see him, for he had been one of Hers. He had been gone for many years but returned to her and he wished to help her, to protect her. She accepted him as her Knight, extending her power on occasion to cloak him in shadows and fear. Though she cherished her Knight she wished he was capable of more. (She wished he would cross lines she could not, but she knew he wouldn't because he could not either).

She remembers the first little Squire her Knight took in. He was not of her but she would claim him as Hers too. He was eager to help her and those who were Hers. He was the first bit of Wonder she and Hers had had in a long time. He cared for her too but eventually, he would grow to be more than a Squire and would leave her too. Though he was gone, he still had a place in the city as one of her Knights.

She remembers the second little Squire. Her very own homegrown Hope. Sure he was a bit more rough and decisive but he cared. He was so deeply and truly Hers. He grew up in her streets and he understood her and Hers better than any of her knights so far. He was young, full of life and a desire to help, and he believed he could be magic. She was devastated when he left, lured away by the promise of a mother, then tricked and fallen into the hands of the Fool. She was devastated when he returned to her broken and mangled.

In her distress she remembered that the Tyrant had been overthrown recently. There was a new king, one who had not even reached his majority yet. The Boy King, The Benevolent King, The Protector, The Peace Maker, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance.

He had not yet risen to full power but he had united the Counsel of Ancients. She could appeal to them and to him. She could swear her loyalty in exchange for borrowed power. Even if he refused, it would not stop her. His help would prevent her from growing too weak but his refusal would mean nothing to her.

True to his title, the Benevolent King granted her a boon, her loyalty and support for a temporary amplification of her own power and permission to cross over. She thanked the Boy King for his Kindness and fled back to her haunt, ready to manifest onto the mortal plane for the first time in centuries.

When she found him she was overwhelmed with grief. Her voice echoed like sirens in the wind. Her fingernails elongated as she reached out. Her appearance grew more haggard as spectral winds swirled around her. She cried black tears over his grave summoning her power to channel his soul.

If the boy wanted to help he could help those in her spectral haunt.

If the boy wanted to make a difference, he could help her exert her power over her mortal haunt.

If the boy wanted a family, then she would be his Mother.

If the boy wanted to live, he could live in the Realms with Her.

Her form flickered vanishing from the mortal plane. Back in her spectral haunt, she held a young figure in her arms. She overflowed with gratefulness promising herself she would introduce the young boy to the King when she got the chance. He deserved to see how much he'd done for her. She gathered up her presence and made a declaration to the realm:

Here was the heir to her power

Here was the being that was most truly Hers

Here was the true Son

Her very own Little Prince of Gotham.

~~~

Okay a couple of things:

Did I imply the Joker is not a Gotham Native? Yes, I did. I also implied that if he ever became a ghost it would be on sight for him by Lady Gotham.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham has two haunts? Yes, I did. She has actual Gotham and then the ghost version in the Infinite Realms where a lot of the ghosts of people who died in Gotham live.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham and Fright Knight were romantically involved at one point? Yes, I did.

The goal of this was to literally make Jason the "Son of Gotham", a term I've seen thrown around before. I feel like Lady Gotham would love to be a mom and finally give Jason a decent parent, albeit one that treads the line between creepy and Eldritch Horror.

I included Danny as the new Ghost King even though he's not technically ruling yet. He has the Council of Ancients running things and he has a regent but idk who yet. He's still involved in the decision-making process bc a.) He's super powerful, b.) he's still technically ruler, and c.) it's a good way for him to learn about ruling which he will have to do eventually.

Yes, it is my intention to have Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone later. Give some good bonding and friendship (eventually crushes on each other).

I have a couple ideas for things that may happen in this au but if anyone gets their own ideas or wants to write this then feel free to share or ask about it.

[sayruq]

The US House of Representatives passed a series of pivotal policy bills on Saturday that would see $95 billion in foreign war and military funds, a potential ban on TikTok in the country, the seizure of frozen Russian sovereign assets, and new sanctions on Iran. The Israel Security Supplemental was approved with an overwhelming vote of 366-58. This bill includes a prohibition on sending funds to the United Nations Relief and Works Agency UNRWA as the genocide in Gaza nears its 7-month mark. The funding package allocates $26.4 billion in aid to the occupation entity, $4 billion for the Iron Dome and David's Sling missile defense systems, and $1.2 billion for the Iron Beam defense system. Additionally, $4.4 billion is allocated to replenish military items and services provided to "Israel," while $3.5 billion is earmarked for the procurement of advanced weapons systems and other items through the Foreign Military Financing Program. Furthermore, it includes $9.2 billion in public assistance, including emergency food, shelter, and basic services, to populations experiencing crises. It also provides additional flexibility for transfers of military hardware to "Israel" from US stockpiles held in other countries.

[hananoami]

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[dannydoesthisthing27]

How do you guys think Starlight felt in the moment Hush tore himself out of Avior?

Do you think they were scared? Trying to reach for their love only to be pushed back by magic so bone chillingly similar to the magic of the void sending them over the walls in their hell

Maybe they were defensive, trying to get Avior pulled behind them out of fear for his wellbeing. Especially since his magic felt unsteady after Hush pulled away

How terrifying it must've been when the creature that looks eerily like Avior turned his attention to them

I wonder how tight their chest got with panic when the thing that had kept them warm for so long was suddenly snuffed out with no more than a hand being held up

I need to know what they did immediately after Hush left. I want to know what Avior is feeling, I need to know how shell shocked they both are

Imagine Avior looking a little more gaunt now, and Starlight looking almost paranoid, constantly on a swivel. Especially when they're alone with Avior

Starlight throwing themselves into as much research as they can possibly do on the sovereigns, close-knit, and all the other sovereign related organizations

Starlight feeling like they're back in hell again, but this time it's their fault. Their fault for withdrawing, their fault for not keeping Avior safe, their fault for pulling that stupid void open and going in

But then his hands are around their waist, and his forehead is against their back, begging them to rest for a moment. He understands what they're feeling. He knows that in the moment, they're finding ways to blame themselves for what happened. He guides them to the bed, pulling them in close as he apologizes for the stress they've endured for his sake. He tells them that they have kept him together. He laments the peace they barely had

Starlight telling him they love him. That they are going to stay with him for as long as they're allowed to. Avior getting bleary eyed and pulling them closer, his arms wrapped around their waist and his head resting over their heart. The steady beat a reminder that they are both alive and in the moment

[everparanoid]

Comforting you after a nightmare w/ Genshin men

various genshin men x gn! reader

cw: fluff, slight angst if you squint--like really squint.

Characters: Wriothesley, Ayato, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Diluc, Itto

Wriothesley

Wriothesley often finds himself retiring to bed quite late, though not as frequently as one might assume. After a long night immersed in Meropide’s paperwork, he falls asleep almost instantly, maintaining a slight distance so as not to disturb your slumber this late into the night. When a nightmare stirs you awake, leaving you sitting up and staring into the darkness, unable to return to sleep, Wriothesley, who is no stranger to the torment of nightmares, opens his eyes and assures you that everything is okay. Without needing any explanation, he sits up, ready to keep you company, so you’re not left alone with your racing thoughts and the enveloping darkness. He understands the loneliness that comes with being alone with your thoughts in the dark, and he doesn’t wish that for you. If you feel the need to talk about it, Wriothesley is all ears. A good listener, he won’t pressure you into saying anything, but if you wish to share, he’s there to listen. He won’t attempt to interpret your nightmare or dismiss your feelings as irrational, he’ll simply listen. If you seek comfort, he’ll hold you in his arms until your breathing steadies and you drift back into a peaceful sleep. Don’t worry he’ll join you soon after.

“Huh? Oh, so you had a bad dream? It’s okay. I’ve got you. Do you want to talk about it?… No? That’s fine. We can just stay here till it goes away.”

Ayato

Ayato, much like Wriothesley, often arrives late to bed. However, when a nightmare stirs you awake, he springs into action, ready to shield you from any physical threat that might have breached the estate’s defenses. Ayato is a light sleeper, a habit formed after numerous assassination attempts following his parents’ demise. The rare instances of peaceful sleep he can recall are all linked to the times you shared his bed. Once he has ensured the room is safe and there are no threats, he sheathes his blade and returns to bed, seeking to understand your distress. Unlike Wriothesley, Ayato attempts to rationalize your nightmare, aiming to soothe your rapid breathing and fearful gaze. If you seek comfort, he will draw you into his embrace, sharing tales of his suspicious meals and the interesting dishes he has persuaded Thoma to consume, until your nightmare recedes and your smile, the one he cherishes, returns.

A sudden voice outside the door might startle you, but Ayato will reassure you, explaining it’s merely Thoma with tea. Having heard the commotion, Thoma decided to bring tea to calm your nerves, a practice he often employs for the Kamisato siblings when nightmares disrupt their sleep. The warmth of the tea in your belly, coupled with Ayato’s soothing whispers and gentle laughter, lulls you back to sleep in his arms. Although sleep may elude him, seeing you at peace is all that truly matters to him.

“It was just a nightmare. It can’t hurt you, not when I’m around.”

Neuvillette

Neuvillette is likely to be burdened with other people’s haunting memories, a consequence of his bond with the element of water as the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. This means that when nightmares stir you to tears and if the water graces his skin, he too experiences your nightmare. Without opening his eyes, he draws you closer, gently wiping away your tears. To him, emotions experienced in nightmares are as real and valid as those felt in waking life. His proximity to you softens the harsh edges of your dreams, unknowingly easing you into a more peaceful state. Gradually, you find calm and drift back into sleep, your dreams now filled with tranquil waters.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham, much like Ayato, will seek to make sense of your nightmare upon your awakening. Your sudden movement disrupts his slumber, initially causing a flicker of annoyance. However, recognizing it’s you, he endeavours to comfort you in the only way he knows - through reason. With his eyes still firmly shut, clinging to the fading warmth of sleep, he begins to whisper words of reassurance. Over time, he learns that tender words have a greater soothing effect than cold, hard logic. Once the sound of your rapid breathing subsides, and if you express the desire, he casually lifts an arm, inviting you to snuggle into him until sleep claims you both once more. Though he may appear to drift off before you, his steady breathing and closed eyes are a facade. In reality, he remains in a state of semi-consciousness, patiently waiting for you to succumb to sleep before he allows himself to return to the realm of dreams.

“Calm down. What you are experiencing, though it may feel real, is not. You are fine.”

Diluc

Diluc too is haunted by nightmares. His dreams, much like Wriothesley’s, are vivid and painfully real, replaying the chapters of his past he yearns to forget, yet is bound by their torment. This is why sleep eludes him. As dusk falls, he embraces his role as Mondstadt’s protector, a duty that provides a refuge from the inevitable torment that sleep brings. When he met you, the intensity of these nightmares ebbed slightly. Although sleep remains a distant acquaintance, he finds solace in returning to the Dawn Winery just before dawn. There, he lays beside you, silently observing as the night bids farewell to the day. Should a nightmare disturb your peace, he is already awake, prepared to offer comfort. He understands all too well the pain of reliving time-warped memories. Regardless of your preference for physical contact, Diluc remains by your side, a steadfast presence as you both welcome the sunrise, allowing the dawn’s gentle light to cleanse away the night’s demons.

“Don’t worry, it’s dawn,”

Itto

Itto, even with his jovial nature, is no stranger to the occasional nightmare. Though his tend to revolve more around beans than most. When a nightmare jolts you awake, Itto doesn’t stir until he hears you call his name. He opens his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and upon seeing the distress in your eyes, moves to comfort you. His voice is softer and more gruff than its usual boisterous tone. He beckons you closer, and once you’re nestled in his arms—your limbs entangled with his like a weighted blanket smothering your senses— he begins to trace small circles on your back. If words of comfort fail to soothe you, he’ll sing a little impromptu song about him, your oni, scaring away the nightmares. It is a tune that brings a smile to your face. You may not find sleep again, even after Itto drifts off mid-song; but knowing he’s there beside you, offering his unwavering support, is all that truly matters.

“Hey hey hey, shush, calm down. It’s alright, no nightmare can get you when the Arataki Itto, the one and oni, has got you. What? Don’t think you can sleep again? That’s alright. Hey, how about I sing a little song I made up just now for you? That will surely get rid of all those pesky nightmares.”

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[everettswritings]

hey can you do a Smoke-cheese cookie and Golden-cheese cookie tickle fic? please Lee Smoked and Ler Golden? more cheese please

Of course! They’re so silly anyways, I don’t have the heart to say no. Especially since I want to tickle Smoked Cheese so bad. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

When the dust settled from the Radiant Queen’s epic battle against the beast known as Burning Spice Cookie, there was little time to waste! The moment that things were all calm once more, it was straight to work for both Golden Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie. Back in the vast desert, in the cavern where the golden sovereign ran the simulation for her kingdom after it was destroyed, the two where making themselves busy with the task of restoring the soulcheeses into the cookies they once belonged to. The process would be a little lengthy to get everything just right, but it would be worth it when the kingdom would be returned to it’s former glory!

Smoked Cheese Cookie was watching the little graph on one of the machines, his eyes squinting to analyze every little dip and spike. Golden Cheese Cookie was leaning against one of the cave walls and reading some of the charts that had printed out, her eyes were growing tired and she was starting to feel a little bored; they were already on course, so a break wouldn’t hurt, right? She looked at her general, he seemed so focus… so ripe for a surprise attack! She grinned to herself as she tiptoed up behind him, taking advantage of how absorbed he was in his task.

Eek!

Smoked Cheese Cookie squeaked with surprise and started laughing as he felt Her Majesty’s fingertips tracing over his ribs roughly. Now, of all times? Seriously?

“My Quehehehehen! Hahahaha!” He was trying so hard to fight it off, but it was a Sisyphus task, he would be laughing uncontrollably in mere seconds. “Y-You’re such a- hahahaha- chihihild! Hahaha!” The general finally got out, immediately succumbing to his own laughter as Golden Cheese Cookie grinned smugly “Not my fault you aren’t wearing a shirt!”. She always said that whenever she did this. As if him wearing a shirt would stop her!

She moved up to Smoked Cheese Cookie’s armpits, scribbling around without any real sense of rhythm or direction. He started laughing harder and instinctively shut his arms down, foolishly trapping wiggling fingers right against his dough. “Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! No, no, quit! HA- hahahaha!” Right as he said that, she doubled down and started tickling him even harder, causing him to stumble around and the both of them to come crashing down on the sandy floor beneath them. Golden Cheese Cookie immediately seized the opportunity, pinning her general beneath her and moving over to his tummy. She started pinching and tracing around his abs, causing him to let out a very out-of-character squeal and some more high pitched laughs “STAHP! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” He demanded, but really he was in no position to be making demands right now.

Finally, somehow finding some strength, Smoked Cheese Cookie pulled himself away and put his hands up in defense. “Enough! No more, or else!” He threatened weakly, while Golden Cheese Cookie was getting closer and backing him into one of the walls, “Or else? That’s tough talk for someone with such a…” She paused, then leaped and started tickling his neck, “ticklish neck!”. On reflex, Smoked Cheese Cookie started scrunching up his neck and tossing his head around in all kinds of directions, laughing even harder than before. The neck! Always the neck! The sounds of the general’s laughter were bouncing off the wall, making him seem even louder than he actually was. The Queen was reveling in the noise with delight, a goofy smile was plastered on her face as she tickled him relentlessly.

Ding!

Oh, what do you know? The process is complete! Golden Cheese Cookie finally let go, allowing for Smoked Cheese Cookie to catch his breath. The poor bird’s face was red all over and his chest was heaving like he was just suffocated! “Oho, that face always entertains!” Her Radiance teased “I’m sure Mozzarella Cookie will be pleased to hear that you’re still so ticklish. It’ll be just like old times, eh?” She patted his head and stood up to tend to the machinery and bring Mozzarella Cookie back officially, leaving Smoked Cheese Cookie resting up against the wall and embarrassed out of his mind.

Yeah, old times, that was for sure. But still, he felt a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

End of fic! AHH! I LOVED WRITING THIS! Please, DevSis, add some kind of update that lets me tickle the cookies! I’m BEGGING! PLEASE! Anywho, yeah. Have a good one 🫶

[cyclaes]

Reactions to 5.6 trailer

The Ragbros standing at the gate! Jean in command! AOiIOAJDoiJDIOhsiojfiohfsidhfoif That little sword flourish, I'm dead.

I am less excited about Kinich being in Fontaine than about AJAW being in Fontaine. LET THE ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD MEET NEUVILLETTE PLEASE IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

Furina: Now I can retire, now I can rest, knowing the mighty Hydro Sovereign is...WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS STABBED

Them keeping that joke law about 'no floating objects in Fontaine' which isn't actually so much a joke as a CATALYST REASON for the Fontaine ruler to meet with newcomers they want to is so amazing. Neuvi realized the usefulness of such a tool since he didn't repeal it after Furina stepped down huh.

Cooking competition!

The Hexenzirkel but where is Klee

Why is Furina only there for a second. Give me more of my beloved Hydro Archon't, Hoyo.

What do poor Sucrose and Timaeus, who is JUST settling into a steady relationship, think about Albedo

MONDSTADT DESPERATE DEFENSE (while lacking the majority of their forces) IS SO CINEMATIC THEY HAD TO DO IT TWICE

Remember how Venti said he'd invite Furina to the next Windblume???!? WHERE IS THE INVITATION VENTI WHERE

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ACOTAR as Political Fiction: Power, Propaganda, and the Politics of War

Sarah J. Maas’s A Court of Thorns and Roses is often discussed in terms of romance and fantasy, but beneath the magic and love stories lies a deeply political narrative. From court rivalries to warfare, from gendered power structures to propaganda campaigns, ACOTAR is a reflection of how political machinations operate beneath personal dynamics. Maas creates a world where leadership, territorial control, and manipulation of perception are as important—if not more so—than individual relationships. When analyzed from a critical perspective, especially through the rivalry between the Spring and Night Courts, it becomes evident that ACOTAR is not just political, but a story about politics itself.

The foundational structure of the ACOTAR universe is inherently political. Prythian is divided into seven autonomous courts, each governed by a High Lord, functioning like independent nations or sovereign states. Each court has its own power system, culture, military, and geopolitical strategy. Tamlin’s Spring Court, for example, mirrors a traditional monarchy with public councils and border protections, while Rhysand’s Night Court functions more like a closed-off oligarchy, where the Inner Circle operates as an unelected ruling body. These courts engage in diplomacy, espionage, and war, just like real-world nations.

Furthermore, Maas adds additional layers of politics through the human-lands south of the Wall, where the class divide between humans and fae mirrors the political dynamics of colonialism, xenophobia, and racial segregation. The Wall itself acts as a literal political boundary, separating two “nations” that distrust and fear one another, showing how even territorial divisions in ACOTAR are political in nature.

The heart of ACOTAR’s political narrative lies in the ongoing power struggle between the courts, most notably between Tamlin’s Spring Court and Rhysand’s Night Court. What is often interpreted as a personal feud between Tamlin and Rhys is, on a deeper level, a political conflict. Rhysand and his Inner Circle engage in covert operations to destabilize Tamlin’s territory. Feyre’s infiltration of the Spring Court in A Court of Wings and Ruin is a prime example of political sabotage, where the Night Court plants Feyre as a spy under the guise of personal empowerment. Feyre’s actions—spreading chaos, sabotaging defences, and driving Tamlin’s people to rebellion—mirror covert intelligence operations designed to weaken a rival state's internal structure.

This strategy weakens Spring Court militarily and politically, conveniently positioning the Night Court as the leading power in Prythian’s defense against Hybern. It’s no coincidence that while the other courts are fractured, the Night Court consolidates its influence, cloaking its actions in the language of heroism and rebellion. What appears as a romantic or personal arc is, in fact, political warfare disguised as narrative justice.

Rhysand’s Inner Circle represents an insular, unchecked political body. Decisions about the future of Prythian—including how to handle war with Hybern, manipulate the other High Lords, and intervene in Illyrian camps—are made by a small elite group loyal to Rhysand alone. This structure mirrors shadow governments or unelected ruling councils in history, where power is concentrated in the hands of a few who operate above public scrutiny.

In contrast, Tamlin, despite his flaws, governs through more traditional channels, involving wider court discussions and public affairs. His leadership style reflects the burden of monarchy, where he must manage the needs of his people under external pressure and public accountability. While Tamlin faces blame and downfall in the story, it is in part because he lacks the secrecy and propaganda apparatus the Night Court wields so effectively.

Perhaps the most politically charged element of ACOTAR is how the Night Court manipulates perception—both within the story and for the reader. Velaris, hidden away and protected by magical wards, is portrayed as a utopia untouched by Amarantha’s cruelty, but this comes at the political cost of abandoning other territories to suffer. Rhysand and his Inner Circle maintain Velaris’s peace and prosperity by withdrawing from open conflict until it is convenient to re-enter the political landscape.

This mirrors historical instances where powerful states protect their elite cities while leaving outlying regions vulnerable. Meanwhile, the Night Court spreads a narrative of themselves as progressive saviors, winning Feyre—and the reader—over with selective information, much like state propaganda. By contrast, Tamlin, who is left to face Amarantha’s wrath openly and whose people suffer under the curse, is framed as the antagonist despite bearing the visible consequences of war and trauma.

The Night Court’s internal politics also expose further political contradictions. The Illyrians—an ethnic warrior race under Rhysand’s control—are subjected to strict hierarchies, forced breeding programs, and systemic patriarchy, despite the Night Court’s “progressive” image. Rhysand’s half-measures to reform the Illyrian camps highlight how power structures within his own territory remain deeply flawed, reflecting how nations often mask internal injustices while promoting an external image of equality.

Meanwhile, Tamlin’s actions, often criticized as controlling toward Feyre, can also be viewed through the lens of wartime politics, where leaders must sometimes make unpopular decisions to safeguard key political figures (in this case, Feyre, who has become an asset in the larger war against Hybern). Rather than villainy, Tamlin’s behavior reflects the heavy hand of political realism, forced to balance personal emotion with national security.

Finally, Hybern’s invasion of Prythian cements ACOTAR as a book about imperialism and anti-colonial resistance. Hybern operates as a classic imperial power, seeking to subjugate Prythian and the human lands through military conquest and magical dominance. The courts’ eventual unification to fight Hybern in ACOWAR mirrors the formation of political coalitions in times of global threat, echoing alliances formed during major world wars.

Far from being a simple fantasy romance, A Court of Thorns and Roses is deeply entangled in politics at every level—from inter-court rivalries and covert operations to class struggles and gendered power structures. The power struggle between the Spring and Night Courts, the secretive operations of Rhysand’s Inner Circle, the manipulation of Feyre as a political pawn, and the wider war against Hybern all reveal ACOTAR as a political allegory wrapped in fantasy.

The narrative asks readers to interrogate how power operates: who holds it, how it is exercised, and who suffers in the process. When viewed through this lens, ACOTAR becomes a story about political survival, statecraft, and propaganda, where Tamlin, despite his flaws, becomes a symbol of traditional leadership crushed beneath the weight of newer, darker political tactics deployed by the Night Court. In this way, Maas has crafted a world that is as much about political warfare as it is about magic and romance.

All this to say, yes ACOTAR is built on politics, you cannot say "let's not make this political!!" When the very core of the book is democracy and politics.