#Theatrical mysticism

[blueheartbooks]

Dionysian Delirium Unleashed: A Riveting Odyssey into Euripides' Bacchae

Euripides' timeless masterpiece, "Bacchae," as brilliantly translated by Gilbert Murray, serves as an electrifying exploration into the essence of human nature and the intoxicating power of the divine. This Athenian drama unfolds with an enigmatic title that hints at revelry, and indeed, the narrative plunges the audience into the captivating chaos of Dionysian rites. Murray's translation masterfully captures the raw energy and mysticism of the original text, plunging readers into a world where reason battles ecstasy, and the boundaries between mortals and gods blur into a thrilling dance of delirium.

The play centers around the god Dionysus, who descends upon Thebes to assert his divine identity. The portrayal of the erratic and orgiastic rituals of the Bacchantes, led by the charismatic yet enigmatic Dionysus, becomes a metaphorical journey into the deepest recesses of human psychology. Murray's linguistic prowess and sensitivity to the nuances of ancient Greek bring forth the rich tapestry of tragedy, ecstasy, and divine intervention that permeates every scene.

As the tension between Dionysus and the skeptical King Pentheus escalates, the audience is drawn into a complex web of power, belief, and the consequences of denying the divine. Murray's translation skillfully weaves together the poetic and the profound, ensuring that the play's philosophical undercurrents are as resonant today as they were in ancient Athens.

"Bacchae" is more than a dramatic spectacle; it is a philosophical inquiry into the nature of faith, reason, and the consequences of defying the divine order. Murray's translation adds a layer of accessibility without sacrificing the original's poetic brilliance, making this rendition an ideal entry point for both seasoned scholars and newcomers to Greek tragedy.

In conclusion, "Dionysian Delirium Unleashed" is a riveting journey through the mystical and tumultuous realm of "Bacchae," inviting readers to question the boundaries of sanity, embrace the divine within, and confront the consequences of resisting the call of the god of wine and revelry.

"Bacchae," of Euripides skillfully translated by Gilbert Murray is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 152

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

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Review By: King's Cat

[blueheartbookclub]

Dionysian Delirium Unleashed: A Riveting Odyssey into Euripides' Bacchae

Euripides' timeless masterpiece, "Bacchae," as brilliantly translated by Gilbert Murray, serves as an electrifying exploration into the essence of human nature and the intoxicating power of the divine. This Athenian drama unfolds with an enigmatic title that hints at revelry, and indeed, the narrative plunges the audience into the captivating chaos of Dionysian rites. Murray's translation masterfully captures the raw energy and mysticism of the original text, plunging readers into a world where reason battles ecstasy, and the boundaries between mortals and gods blur into a thrilling dance of delirium.

The play centers around the god Dionysus, who descends upon Thebes to assert his divine identity. The portrayal of the erratic and orgiastic rituals of the Bacchantes, led by the charismatic yet enigmatic Dionysus, becomes a metaphorical journey into the deepest recesses of human psychology. Murray's linguistic prowess and sensitivity to the nuances of ancient Greek bring forth the rich tapestry of tragedy, ecstasy, and divine intervention that permeates every scene.

As the tension between Dionysus and the skeptical King Pentheus escalates, the audience is drawn into a complex web of power, belief, and the consequences of denying the divine. Murray's translation skillfully weaves together the poetic and the profound, ensuring that the play's philosophical undercurrents are as resonant today as they were in ancient Athens.

"Bacchae" is more than a dramatic spectacle; it is a philosophical inquiry into the nature of faith, reason, and the consequences of defying the divine order. Murray's translation adds a layer of accessibility without sacrificing the original's poetic brilliance, making this rendition an ideal entry point for both seasoned scholars and newcomers to Greek tragedy.

In conclusion, "Dionysian Delirium Unleashed" is a riveting journey through the mystical and tumultuous realm of "Bacchae," inviting readers to question the boundaries of sanity, embrace the divine within, and confront the consequences of resisting the call of the god of wine and revelry.

"Bacchae," of Euripides skillfully translated by Gilbert Murray is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 152

Language: English

Rating: 8/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[explorastro]

ASTRO DEGREES THEORY : #2

0° : something or someone new, freshly unconventional, with an innocent aura.

1/13/25° : a leader in its field, arouses passions and strong opinions.

2/14/26° : very valuable, associated with confidence and resources.

3/15/27° : highly adaptable, versatile and intellectually flexible.

4/16/28° : so protective and intuitive, family is important and a priority to the growth.

5/17/29° : very bright and charismatic, creative and theatrically dramatic.

6/18° : very analytical and details oriented, calculative and methodical.

7/19° : the justice, law, contracts, associations, the rights of citizens.

8/20° : depths, shadow, banks, psychoanalysis, strong sexuality.

9/21° : the foreigns culture, others languages, high education, graduation.

10/22° : the multinational, estate, society in this social structure, death and after life

11/23° : the technologies, communities, rebellion, revolutions, anarchy.

12/24° : the future, last step, apocalypse, mystical revelations, divinatory arts, predictions.

[astrolook]

Empty Houses in Your Birth Chart: Cosmic Ghost Town or Chill Zone?

So, you’ve been staring at your birth chart and wondering why you have empty houses. Maybe you have no planets in your 7th house (“Am I doomed to die alone?”), or your 2nd house (“Does this mean I’ll be broke forever?”). Relax. Breathe. The universe didn’t just forget to assign you a personality.

Empty houses don’t mean you lack something; they mean you don’t have a planet permanently renting space there. It’s like a fully furnished Airbnb—functional, livable, just not your primary residence. You still experience these areas of life, just without a permanent cosmic tenant making a mess of things.

Empty 1st House - House of Self, Identity, and ‘Main Character Energy’

"Who am I?"

You don’t need planets in your 1st house to have a personality, I promise. If it’s empty, your Rising Sign ruler/lord is the real MVP here—it’s the planet secretly controlling your life like an undercover boss.

It doesn't mean you’re invisible, boring, or lacking an identity. (Come on, even NPCs have a backstory.)

Unlike people with planets here, you’re not out here having existential crises every five minutes.

Empty 2nd House - House of Money, Self-Worth & That Bag 💰

"Will I ever be rich?"

You’re not destined to survive on instant noodles forever. Your financial success comes from the sign ruling this house—not a chaotic planet constantly meddling with your money habits.

Here, money isn’t the biggest stressor in your life (lucky you). You might not define yourself by wealth, but you can still make serious cash.

Empty 3rd House - House of Communication, Siblings & ‘Did You Read the Fine Print?’

"Why do people talk so much?"

No planets here? You don’t have constant mental chatter or an obsession with posting hot takes on Twitter (unlike certain air sign placements). You process information at your own pace, and your Mercury placement tells us how you communicate.

Here it simply mean that you can be a great speaker or writer—just without the need to debate everything to death.

Empty 4th House - House of Family & Emotional Foundations

"Am I emotionally stable or just unbothered?"

If your 4th house is empty, family drama isn’t your core personality trait (looking at you, Cancer moons). Your upbringing shaped you, but your emotions aren’t constantly under siege.

It means you don’t live in your past. Your sense of home and emotional security comes from the ruling sign, not a chaotic planet making things messy.

Empty 5th House - House of Fun, Romance & ‘Oops, I Did It Again’

"Am I doomed to be boring?"

Empty 5th house? You still have fun, fall in love, and make questionable decisions—it’s just not your full-time job. Your creative hobbies, love life, and risk-taking tendencies come from the house ruler, not a planet throwing drama parties.

It means you’re not obsessively seeking attention. You can still be artistic, romantic, and entertaining—you just do it without the theatrics.

Empty 6th House - House of Work, Health & That Annoying Daily Routine

"Do I even have a work ethic?"

No planets in the 6th house? Congrats, you’re not micromanaging your own existence. You handle responsibilities when necessary, but you’re not out here color-coding to-do lists at 3 AM.

It means you’re chill about work and health. You get things done without needing a constant cosmic drill sergeant yelling at you.

Empty 7th House - House of Relationships & ‘Are We Dating or Just Vibing?’

"Am I cursed in love?"

Nope, an empty 7th house doesn’t mean you’re single forever. It just means you’re not obsessed with relationships—your partnerships unfold naturally instead of being your life’s central drama.

It means you don’t overcomplicate love. You attract relationships when the time is right—without planets causing unnecessary chaos.

Empty 8th House -House of Transformation, Sex & ‘What Happens After We Die?’

"Am I missing the ‘mystical and sexy’ gene?"

The 8th house rules deep transformation, shared finances, intimacy, and, well…death. If you have an empty 8th house, does this mean you’re boring and no sexual life? (Spoiler: No.)

It means you’re not haunted by existential crises 24/7 (lucky you). You go through major transformations, but you’re not obsessing over the meaning of life while waiting for your Starbucks order.

You might have a healthy approach to power and intimacy—unlike people with a crowded 8th house, who experience life like a dramatic phoenix constantly combusting.

Empty 9th House -House of Travel, Higher Learning & ‘I’m Moving to Bali’

"Am I allergic to wisdom and adventure?"

This is the house of philosophy, wanderlust, and that one friend who quit their job to find themselves in another country. But if your 9th house is empty, are you doomed to stay in one place forever?

It means you don’t need a crisis to push you into adventure. You explore life when you want, not because a planet is forcing you into a life-changing backpacking trip.

Your beliefs and perspectives expand over time—you just don’t feel the need to become a monk overnight.

Empty 10th House - House of Career, Public Image & ‘Will I Ever Be Successful?’

"Am I a failure?"

An empty 10th house does not mean you’ll spend your life jobless, unknown, or forever stuck in an unpaid internship from hell. The 10th house rules career and legacy, but an empty one means…you don’t obsess over it 24/7.

You can be highly successful—you just don’t need planets constantly pushing you into an identity crisis about it. Your MC ruler tells the real story of your career path.

Some of the most successful people have an empty 10th house—because they’re too busy succeeding to stress over it.

Empty 11th House - House of Friendships, Social Circles & ‘Am I Cool?’

"Do I have no friends?"

An empty 11th house does not mean you’re a loner or the social equivalent of a tumbleweed. You have friends. You just don’t need a cosmic hype squad of planets managing your social life.

It means you don’t rely on social validation to exist. Your friendships are natural and not built on constant drama and chaos.

You attract the right people without forcing it. You don’t need to collect acquaintances like Pokémon cards—you value quality over quantity.

Empty 12th House - House of the Subconscious, Dreams & ‘Main Character in a Spiritual Awakening’

"Am I just…normal?"

If your 12th house is empty, does this mean you lack spiritual depth, psychic visions, and tragic poet energy? Nope. You’re just not drowning in existential dread 24/7, unlike those with a packed 12th house (send them love, they need it).

You’re not haunted by past-life trauma every time Mercury retrogrades. You connect with your spirituality in a way that’s natural and not overwhelming.

Your spiritual growth is steady and not tied to constant suffering. (Honestly, be grateful.)

🌟 Instead of asking ‘What am I lacking?’ ask ‘Where do I flow naturally?’ 🔍 Look at the ruling planet of each empty house—that’s your real guide. 🔥 Transits activate empty houses, so life will still spice things up when needed!

So, next time someone gasps at your empty 7th house (“Oh no, you’ll never find love!”), just laugh—because joke’s on them, you’re living a drama-free life.

Want to understand what your birth chart really says about you? DM me for a reading, and let’s decode your cosmic blueprint together! 🔮✨

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💖 Random & Underrated Venus Persona Chart Observations 💖

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💖: Venus in the 12th house – This placement in your Venus Persona Chart can indicate secret admirers you never notice, or a subconscious pull towards unavailable or mysterious lovers. You might attract people through your energy alone, rather than your outward appearance. There’s an “I don’t know why I like them, but I do” effect around you.

💖: Venus conjunct South Node (<2° orb) – A major past-life lover indicator. This often suggests that you unknowingly repeat romantic karma in this lifetime. Certain people may enter your life, and you feel like you owe them something, even if the relationship isn’t beneficial for you. These relationships tend to feel fated but also difficult to break free from.

💖: 1° Venus or Venus conjunct Ascendant (<1° orb) – If your Venus Persona Chart has Venus at 1°, you have a magnetic aura that naturally draws people in without effort. Even if you don’t consider yourself conventionally attractive, there’s a fresh, exciting, and youthful energy around you. This is the kind of placement that makes people fall in love with your presence alone.

💖: Venus in the 8th house – This placement intensifies desire but also creates an unconscious fear of betrayal. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart often attract deep, transformative relationships that force them to change the way they see love. Their aesthetic is mystical, sultry, and a little dangerous…think dark femme or soft but deadly energy.

💖: Venus trine Pluto (<3° orb) – Effortlessly seductive. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart don’t have to try to be desirable—people just fixate on them. They have a natural allure that keeps others wanting more, even if they don’t fully understand why. Their presence alone can shift the energy in a room.

💖: Venus in Aquarius at 11° or 29° – These individuals express love in unconventional ways. They may be drawn to long-distance relationships, online connections, or unique love dynamics that others wouldn’t typically consider. 29° adds a sense of unpredictability; love tends to enter their life in the most unexpected moments.

💖: Venus square Mars (<2° orb) – Instant sexual tension in relationships. Their love life is full of push-pull energy; one moment, they’re all in, the next, they’re backing off. People with this in their Venus Persona Chart may attract connections where there’s an intense chemistry but also frequent clashes of will.

💖: Venus in the 3rd house – This placement brings a flirtatious, charming, and poetic way of expressing love. They have a way with words that makes people melt. Texting and deep conversations play a huge role in their romantic dynamics. If the mind isn’t stimulated, neither is the heart.

💖: Venus in Leo at 5° or 15° – Natural icons. People with these placements have a beauty that is theatrical, regal, and unapologetic. They don’t chase; people gravitate toward them. They’re the ones who become the center of attention without even trying.

💖: Sun in the 12th House – You may struggle with fully expressing your romantic identity, often feeling unseen in love. Your love life could be tied to secrets, hidden affairs, or spiritual connections.

💖: Moon square Venus (<2°) – Your emotions and love language often clash, making relationships feel emotionally intense yet unpredictable. You crave deep affection but might sabotage intimacy without realizing it.

💖: Mercury conjunct Venus (<1°) – Flirting is second nature to you, and your words carry an irresistible charm. You likely attract lovers through texting, writing, or intellectual connection before anything physical.

💖: Mars in the 8th House – Passion runs deep, and your love life is anything but surface level. You attract intense, transformative relationships that often involve power dynamics, obsession, or deep emotional bonding.

💖: Jupiter trine Venus (<3°) – Luck follows you in love, and relationships tend to bring growth, joy, and abundance. You naturally attract partners who expand your world, whether emotionally, intellectually, or financially.

💖: Saturn opposite Venus (<2°) – Love feels like a challenge, often coming with delays, restrictions, or lessons in patience. You may attract karmic relationships that require effort but ultimately lead to long-term commitment.

💖: Uranus in the 7th House – You attract unpredictable relationships and unconventional partners. Love enters and exits your life suddenly, and you may find yourself drawn to long-distance or non traditional connections.

💖: Neptune in the 5th House – You have a fairytale-like view of love, often falling for the idea of a person rather than who they truly are. Your relationships may feel magical but can sometimes lead to disillusionment.

💖: Pluto conjunct Venus (<1°) – Love is powerful, transformative, and all consuming. You attract deep, soul bonding relationships, but you may also experience power struggles, jealousy, or intense karmic ties.

💖: Chiron in the 2nd House – Your self worth is deeply tied to how love is given and received. You may feel unworthy of affection at times, but healing comes from recognizing your value outside of relationships.

💖: North Node in the 10th House – Your love life is meant to be public in some way. You may attract partners who elevate your status, or relationships could play a major role in your career and reputation.

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Natal chart 1st and 5th houses: What gives you energy?

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Aries in the 1st house: A person receives energy from activity, competitions and the start of new projects. They live at high speed and love challenges. Aries in the 5th house: They get joy and energy from risky ventures, sporting events, and creativity that requires physical activity and passion. Taurus in the 1st house: A person receives energy from stability, material pleasures and a comfortable environment. They value beauty and physical well-being. Taurus in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through the enjoyment of material things such as food, music, art and sensual pleasures. Gemini in the 1st house: A person gets energy from communication, exchanging ideas and learning new things. They are adaptable and like variety. Gemini in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through intellectual activities, communication, flirting and participation in a variety of social activities. Cancer in the 1st house: A person receives energy from emotional connections, caring for loved ones and creating a cozy home. They are intuitive and caring. Cancer in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through family activities, taking care of children and participating in emotionally meaningful creative projects. Leo in the 1st house: A person gets energy from self-expression, leadership and recognition. They like to be the center of attention and show their individuality. Leo in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through theatrical performances, creativity, romance and participation in bright and exciting events. Virgo in the 1st house: A person receives energy from organizing, analyzing and helping others. They value order and detail. Virgo in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through creative projects that require attention to detail, as well as through activities related to improvement and improvement. Libra in the 1st house: A person receives energy from harmony, partnership and social justice. They appreciate balance and beauty in a relationship. Libra in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through art, romance, social events and creative projects related to aesthetics and harmony. Scorpio in the 1st house: A person receives energy from intense emotions, deep transformations and research. They are strong and insightful. Scorpio in the 5th House: Joy and energy come through intense creative projects, emotionally intense romantic relationships and participation in mysterious or transformative experiences. Sagittarius in the 1st house: A person gets energy from traveling, learning and philosophical reflections. They are optimistic and adventurous. Sagittarius in the 5th House: Joy and energy come through adventures, educational activities, travel and philosophical or spiritual creative projects. Capricorn in the 1st house: A person gets energy from achievements, ambitions and structure. They are disciplined and pragmatic. Capricorn in the 5th House: Joy and energy come through creative projects that require perseverance and discipline, as well as through participation in activities related to achievement and recognition. Aquarius in the 1st house: A person gets energy from innovation, independence and humanitarian ideas. They are unique and original. Aquarius in the 5th house: Joy and energy come through participation in collective projects, social change and creative initiatives related to innovation. Pisces in the 1st house: A person receives energy from dreams, intuition and spirituality. They are sensitive and compassionate. Pisces in the 5th House: Joy and energy come through mystical and artistic projects, creative imagination and participation in spiritual or intuitive activities.

[fairyofshampgyu]

☆ Captive Royalty !

genre: crack, royalty au, fantasy au, smut, fluff

pairing: sub prince ! beomgyu x dom afab poor reader ?

synopsis: desperate times call for desperate measures…so you kidnap the prince of the kingdom and he turns out to be more of a handful than you expected.

warnings: kidnapping !! sub beomgyu, dom reader, beomgyu gets drugged, slight knife play, bondage, ropes, degrading, choking, riding, creampie, hand job, kinda dollification, overstimulation, hair pulling, orgasm denial, finger sucking ? (this sounds really dark from the warnings but it’s kinda unserious and silly and consensual)

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Prince beomgyu lets out a long, theatrical sigh, wandering aimlessly and weaving through the bushes and trees of the mystic forest a few metres away from the castle, needing a break from his duties even for just a second of reprieve. The air smelled of damp earth and fragrant wildflowers. Butterflies flitted their pretty wings lazily around him as he stepped over a cluster of bluebell flowers on the mossy floor, where mushrooms were also scattered of all different shapes and colours.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, vines and ivy curled around the tall tree trunks, practically moving and alive, shaking loose pink petals off the branches and falling atop beomgyu’s long hair instead.

He stops when he comes across a small, crystalline pond tucked away, watching as purple dragonflies hover over the surface, lily pads and petals floating on top and, beneath the clear water, koi fishes whose colourful scales practically glowed, swimming and flicking their tails elegantly. Beomgyu stood there for a moment, captivated by the tranquility of the scene. For a small second, it was as if he could finally forget everything.

But then, he mutters to himself, scowling. “I swear to the gods, hate the court, hate those stupid advisors. I hate them all.” Prince beomgyu kicks a pebble rather aggressively into the pond in his frustration.

A tiny fairy emerges out of the water, angrily screaming, hovering and pointing, coming very close to his face high pitched in a language he cannot understand, then vanishes in a puff of glitter.

Beomgyu stares blankly, then merely shrugs.

Instead, he takes a look back at the ethereal scenery, the forest nothing short of enchanted. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, basking in the golden sunrays peeking through the canopy, inhaling deeply.

But his moment of peace is abruptly interrupted when he feels a cold, sharp blade pressing against his throat.

Beomgyu’s breath catches, eyes snapping open to meet a much less aesthetic view: A dagger, pressed very intimately underneath his jaw and already practically digging into his adam’s apple, “What the fu-”

“Don’t move.” Came the voice behind him.

Oh my god. He’s going to die. This is where prince beomgyu begins to panic, immediately stripping himself of his jewellery and any valuables, tossing them onto the grass, hastily. “Here! Take it! Take all of it! Please! Just not my face! I’m too handsome to die!”

You stare at him, baffled beneath the mask you were wearing, almost forgetting to keep the dagger steadily pointed at him.

“I’m not robbing you.” You say flatly. “I’m taking taking something far more valuable...”

There was a beat of silence as he looks at you cluelessly.

Then he gasps. “You’re taking my hair?”

“I’m kidnapping you.” Tightening your grip on the dagger, you roll your eyes, grabbing the cloth from your bag, shoving it over his nose and mouth, drugging him.

“Mmfph!” The prince protests, flailing but then his eyes roll back and his limbs go limp, simply falling unconscious.

You warily eyed up the prince who now sat unconsciously tied to a chair in your cottage, head lolling to one side.

Surprisingly, it was much easier kidnapping the prince of the kingdom than you had imagined. He didn’t put up much of a fight, nor were there any guards around him, or any witnesses at all. Quite underwhelming really.

But at least everything was going even smoother than planned, you’d even written the ransom letter and had already sent it off to the king. Now you just had to wait and soon it would all be yours.

You study the prince’s face. You’d never seen him before, too preoccupied and shut away in your cottage in solitude. You didn’t care for them. Besides, what have the royals done for you other than tax you and steal all your money? Why were they even praised anyway? They just sat around doing nothing really. It was practically their fault for your situation right now.

Other than that, the prince was almost achingly pretty. He had quite handsome features, long, thick eyelashes that practically kissed his naturally flushed cheeks, perfectly round, plump lips, messy bangs falling effortlessly over his brows. His regal attire, though a little dirtied from the abduction, still extravagant, embroidered with gold thread and intricate patterns. He looked dainty and fragile all tied up, reminding you of a doll.

A quiet groan breaks the silence and your staring. The prince stirs, lashes fluttering before his pretty eyes slowly blink open, dazed. He takes in his surroundings, strangely without much alarm, gaze sweeping across the decrepit interior of your cottage before landing blankly on your black cat perched menacingly on the window sill. They have a tense, silent stare off before his eyes make their way to you, looking you up and down since he hadn’t seen your face properly before, eyes raking over your figure with a brow raised. He looked almost…amused?

You supposed you didn’t cut the most terrifying figure. No scary scars, no missing eye or other limbs. Just plain clothes, a dagger at your hip, and an unimpressed expression.

The prince speaks up. “Are you part of a rebellion? Do you want to overthrow the monarchy?”

“No.”

He lazily grins, eyes trailing down to the ropes binding him. “Hmm. Then this is… a little provocative, don’t you think?”

“The hell.” You furrow your brows at a loss of words. “No! Ransom. This is for ransom! ”

“Ah.”

“You’re the prince. Your face is probably worth more than my entire life. When your daddy finds out his beloved son has been captured, I’m sure he’ll give me all the money I ask and you’ll go back to your fancy castle.” You lean back, sighing, just imagining how much gold you’ll accumulate soon, “Don’t worry, your kingdom will pay good money to have you back.”

The prince snorts. “Will they?”

You frown. “…Yes?”

He gives you a pitiful look, “I hate to say it but I think they’ll be more relieved than horrified I’m gone, to be completely honest.”

You cross your arms in confusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” He says, shifting in his restraints, “that my father finds me to be an insufferable disappointment. If you think he’s going to shell out a fortune to get me back, you’re sorely mistaken. No one in that castle can stand me, too much of a ‘troublemaker’ or something apparently.”

You stare at him. “You’re joking.”

“Wish I was.” The prince replies cheerfully. “You should have kidnapped my brother Prince Huening Kai instead. They would have had a heart attack. If you’d taken him, they’d probably have sent an entire army after you by now.”

“I wasn’t even aware there were two of you.”

“Five actually.” He adds, “Maybe you should have done some research before kidnapping royalty.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, which one are you then?”

“Prince Beomgyu!” He beams, grinning widely, looking proud and smug, his expression entirely too relaxed for someone tied to a chair in a stranger’s cottage.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as you were beginning to think.

It had been days.

And absolutely nothing.

No guards barging down your door, no royal army marching through the forest, no frantic messenger bird clawing at your window with a desperate letter from the king, promising to give you all the money in the land for his poor son back.

Just pure silence.

You were starting to think either something happened to your messenger bird on the way or gods forbid, they really, truly didn’t want him back.

“I told you.” Beomgyu’s voice was maddeningly smug from where he was still bound to the chair. “Face it. They don’t want me back.”

You put a hand to your hip. “You’re lucky I haven’t gagged you.”

“Oh?” The prince raises a brow, smirking.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Gods. You’re actually messed up.” You turn away to check the kettle heating by the fire. You were going to need tea. Lots of it.

You take a tea cup in your hand, pouring the earthy, floral brew that you had foraged from the forest, steam rising in swirls and you bring it to your mouth to drink. The warmth seeping through your fingers and into your chest, making you slightly more calmed about this whole maddening situation. Beomgyu’s eyes are on you the entire time. You supposed you could give him some too. “Here. Have some tea.”

“Can’t exactly help myself, can I?”

You huff, rolling your eyes, walking over to him, bringing a cup to his soft lips for him to sip and he looks up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes almost like he’s heavily enjoying that you’re doing this for him.

He swallows, furrowing his brows and smacking his lips together, savouring the taste. “Ooh Peasant tea. I like this. It’s very different to how all of my many chefs have made it for me.”

You cross your arms, nodding in approval, “It’s the best. Practically survive on it.”

He seems amused by your love for tea, nodding, sipping some more until he’s finished and you place the cup back on your counter.

You study him intently, intrigued. “So, why were you sulking around so much by the pond, kicking rocks at fairies before I—well, pointed a dagger at your throat.” There’s no easy way to describe the situation.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to! How was I supposed to know there was a fairy there?” Beomgyu protests, finding it humorous. “But, they’re forcing me to marry some princess from some other kingdom. I don’t even know her. I don’t want to get married at all.” He grimaces, staring at the ground with furrowed brows. “I hate being a prince. I have no freedom or say in anything. It’s so suffocating. I must act in a certain way, all these duties, now marriage. I don’t want any of it.” Beomgyu looks uncharacteristically and genuinely upset about it, the most sad you’ve seen him, and that’s you holding him captive.

You blink, then almost laugh. “Wow. Poor you. You really have the worst life. Must be so hard having all your meals cooked and servants at your beck and call, sleeping in a massive bed with silk sheets. In a castle. Truly.”

The prince furrows his brows at your mocking tone. “You don’t get it. It’s not all that great, you know.”

Your scoff, crossing your arms. “No, I get it. you’re incredibly privileged for those to be your only problems.”

He sulks at you, shrugging. “I guess so. I’d still rather have your life though, a peaceful, mundane, peasant life.”

You give him a flat look, nearly amused at his comical, out of touch words. “It’s far from peaceful. I’m incredibly in debt at the moment and owe money to lots of people, scary people I can’t even begin to repay. I’m doing this because I need the ransom money. You wouldn’t last a day in the real world.”

“I would!” He heavily pouts at you, taking offence. It’s almost endearing. “Anyway honestly, being held hostage has been much better than any day at the castle.”

You shake your head at the prince, sighing.

Beomgyu talked. A lot. About the castle gossip, about the ridiculous scandals of the court, all their carefully polished lies sold to the commoners, about all his other brothers, Prince Yeonjun’s scandalous new affair.

You were very entertained, the tea you make, since it seems to be one of the only things he likes, and these conversations weirdly happening regularly.

“I swear to every god in existence.” Beomgyu had said, with all the endearing dramatic flair of someone telling ghost stories with a candle, “Prince Yeonjun was caught HALF NAKED, sneaking out of the royal astrologer’s tower.”

“No way.” You gaped, sipping on your tea.

He grins, victorious, revelling in your shocked expression. “Swear on my crown. I don’t even know why I’m the one they call troublesome.”

Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to like having beomgyu around, in a way that both irritated and intrigued you.

He was for sure a bratty prince, complaining endlessly about almost everything, the chair, food, the ropes digging into his skin (you had tied them more gently), dramatically whining about a small splinter he got because of the chair (you actually took it out for him and gave him a bandage).

But…for all his whining, very strange comments, and being a royal pain in the ass, (and though you wouldn’t admit it aloud), the strange companionship he offered, despite the messed up predicament, was starting to feel…maybe comforting? when you’d had nothing in the past but your cat, living alone in your cottage.

He’d become company. Real company. It had been so long since you’d had that.

You had one thing in common, you both hated your realities and wanted to get away. And you could, if this damn king would send you the ransom money and come collect his son. You’re honestly astonished. Would they even come for him? What were you supposed to do with him if they never come?

“Ughh.” Beomgyu groans dramatically, wiggling his tied hands pathetically. “I’m suffering.” He says with such an exaggerated pout it was almost impressive.

You turn around to look at him, wondering what it was now.

“My bangs are all in my eyes. I can’t see anything and I can’t move them away.” He blinks at you. Then, very deliberately, batts his lashes, those ridiculously long, doll-like lashes. “You kidnapped me.” Beomgyu says pointedly, deadpan. “The least you could do is brush my hair out of my eyes. Basic courtesy.”

You raise a brow. The audacity. But with a long sigh and contemplation, you wandered over, standing before him. He blinks up at you, the brown strands of his hair over his eye, genuinely a little pathetic and silly looking.

You brush your fingers through his messy strands gently, absentmindedly. His hair was so soft. His pretty brown eyes locked with yours, eyes following your face, unblinking, unusually quiet for once. Close.

And gods, was he pretty.

Your touch lingered longer than probably necessary, tucking the last of his bangs behind his ear, fingertips brushing against his warm skin. You swear the tips of his ears were pinker than usual too.

You finally step back, heart doing something inconvenient in your chest, you could only scowl at him.

Your kidnapping had been, by all accounts, a complete and utter failure. It had not been the most fearsome hostage situation either, your intimidation tactics quite lacklustre, no violence, no torturing, and no damn money.

Even your cat had gotten used to him by now, seemingly liking him, curling up often in his lap, purring contently and napping. And worst of all, You were getting used to him too.

“Well,” Beomgyu drawls one evening from his usual spot, watching as you made dinner, slicing some carrots for a stew, “you know. You’re not exactly what I expected.”

“Why, disappointed?”

His lips quirk into a lazy grin. “Hardly.”

That makes you pause, stopping your chopping of the vegetables, turning around with an incredulous look, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Perhaps. You’re easy on the eyes.”

“I’ve quite literally kidnapped you.” You fold your arms.

He shrugs in his restraints, “I know you won’t hurt me. You haven’t tortured me once. Not even a little.”

“Oh?” You grab your dagger, making your way towards him, flicking some of his hair out his face with the tip of it and then tracing the blade slowly along his cheek, the prince shivers at the feeling of the steel on his skin. “How are you so sure?” His breath hitches almost looking scared for a second, but then he smirks. He was thrilled, eyes never leaving yours and yours never leaving his, the eye contact, intense.

“You like me.” Beomgyu simply grins impossibly wider.

With deliberate slowness, you trace the dagger across his jawline, advancing down his neck, pressing the sharp edge down a little hard, his skin prickling up and chest heaving. You scoff at his words. “Are you sure you don’t like me?” You point at the now growing tent in his pants that was too hard to ignore. A flush creeps over his cheeks as you cast a deliberate, judging glance downwards with an arched brow. How incredibly absurd. You’re pointing a knife at him and he’s getting turned on.

He purses his lips together for a second, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows but then he runs his mouth again, voice a little breathless, “What are you going to do about it?” Where on earth does he gain this confidence from?

“Leave you. That’s disgusting.” You say, pulling your dagger away in theatrical repulse and moving away from him.

Beomgyu splutters in panic, pathetically pleading. “B-but! Wait! Please. It hurts.” You smile, satisfied, stepping closer to him once again. That’s more like it.

“Why should I?”

He just looks up at you so severely desperate, so pitiful. And as if drawn by some invisible force, definitely not of your own doing, you grab and tug at one of the ropes, impulsively leaning down to kiss him, he kisses back instantly, fervently, leaning into the kiss as much as his bindings would allow, lips crashing together, all heated and messy, beomgyu whines softly into your mouth and gods help you, it does things to you. You bite down on his plump lower lip until he gasps, shoving your tongue down his.

You trace your lips down his neck, ghosting over, warm breath sending him shivering before you bite and suck harshly.

“Please.” He pants, delirious, so worked up already, eyes squeezed shut. “Touch me. Please.”

How could you refute? He squirms in his chair when you begin to palm him through his pants, already embarrassingly hard, gasping so loudly, jaw going slack just from that. Beomgyu bucks helplessly into your touch as you continue to teasingly grind your palm, kissing and sucking on his neck again, he’s all just needy whines and whimpers, pleas falling from his lips for a little more.

You love his reactions and the pathetic noises he makes, so worked up from a litt no le palming. You want more of it, you want to break the pretty little prince. You sit in his lap, unzipping his pants before him, cock just as pretty as every other part of him, leaky, wet and red, you brush your thumb over his cute tip, spreading the precum teasingly slow, watching his face.

“Oh…” Beomgyu looks down himself, brows knitting together, shuddering and groaning softly.

The sound when you wrap your hand around his cock and glide your hand up and down is impossibly loud over the crackling of the fire in your cottage, sticky and squelchy and the prince already seems far gone from the slow pumping, unraveling at the first stroke, pupils blown wide, glossy lips parted. How dirty.

“Did you seriously get hard from your captor threatening you with a dagger? You’re fucking sick, beomgyu.” You ridicule him in a faux saccharine tone, hand pumping his dick faster, twisting around the tip that he’s panting now. You can tell he’s close, moaning out prettily.

He still manages to bite back though like the brat he is so clearly he’s not that much of a mess you like you want him to be. “You’re the one who kidnapped me. You’re sick.”

“Fine then. If I’m so sick, I’ll stop.” You still your movements on his dick, pulling your hand away.

He loudly cries at that, trying so hard to move, pulling uselessly at the ropes to chase your hand but he can’t. “No! Please. I’ll die.” There he goes being so dramatic again, tears brimming in his panicked doe brown eyes, hyperventilating. The fact that this is the most distressed he’s gotten being kidnapped is honestly concerning. “Please,” He rasps, wrecked, “fuck me.”

You cruelly laugh at the sight, tutting. “Such crude words coming from a prince.”

He just whines frustratedly in response, exasperatedly frowning like he’s having a tantrum.

“Aw. What a poor little prince.” You mockingly coo at him, stroking his cheek but he leans into it anyway, wanting any sort of touch from you now, you drag your teeth against the lobe of his cute pink ear licking, goading him. He shivers at that, sucking in his breath.

“You’re torturing me!” Beomgyu pouts.

“I thought you said I wasn’t torturing you at all.”

“Well now you are. You’re killing me. I’m going to die.”

“This is what you call torturing?” You chuckle incredulously.

“Yeah. Fuck me now.” Beomgyu looks like he might combust if you so much as deny him another second, his cock twitching in the open air, painfully red and glistening. You haven’t touched him in what? Seconds? But it feels like an eternity to him. “Just…please—”

You don’t even wait to hear more of his insufferable begging, you lift your skirt and hips up, pushing your panties to the side and sinking down on his dick unceremoniously, it nearly knocks the wind out of him, gasping sharply.

“Holy shit.” He groans. “You’re, oh my gods—”

Beomgyu throws his head back, practically going cross eyed at the feeling of your warm tight pussy around him. You start to bounce on his cock continuously, riding him and holding onto his shoulders roughly to stabilise yourself., beomgyu moaning shamelessly loud, high pitched and strangled like a girl, dumb and dazed, drooling onto you at the feeling of your pussy.

You bring your hand to his cheek, kissing beomgyu hard, hands tangling in his long hair, tugging, fucking him mercilessly as he sinfully and filthily moans into your mouth. Then he pulls away.

“Choke me.” Beomgyu licks his swollen lips, looking at you sexily, eyes half lidded.

“You’re disgusting.” But you hands wrap around his pretty, now marked and mauled neck anyway. Beomgyu gulps.

“Harder.”

You squeeze harder around his neck and he hisses, furrowing his brows, face scrunching up gorgeously, a pretty vein in his neck popping out. His eyes roll to the back of his head, gasping for air, letting out breathy noises, face and neck flushed, you press down just a little more, still bouncing on his cock, deliberately clenching around him. You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spilling his load inside your pussy.

But you don’t stop, bringing your hand to his shoulders roughly again, digging your nails into him, fucking him through it. He whimpers painfully, straining against the ropes, could only take whatever you give him.

“stop!—ah! too much, too sensitive…” Beomgyu sniffles and sobs, gasping at the overstimulation, babbling incoherently.

“No it’s not. You were begging to be fucked, now it’s too much for you?” You tighten your grip on his shoulders.

He’s about to whine and complain but you take two of your fingers, stuffing them in his mouth to shut him up, he sorrowfully sucks on them like a slut instead, gazing up at you with teary eyes and his pretty wet swollen lips. Gods. Just looking at the state of him, pretty, writhing, helplessly tied up, it’s making you go insane. He still looks like a doll, face red and rosy, dolly lashes thick fluttering and clumped together with tears, soft hair now all messy. A wrecked, cracked porcelain doll, your doll, yours to ruin and play with. What a whore of a prince.

You bounce on his dick mercilessly, riding him faster and faster and faster to get yourself to reach your high too, bringing your finger to your clit, rubbing. One final look at beomgyu’s face, pitiful doe eyes and sucking on your fingers and that does it, Cumming around his twitching dick. With a muffled scream and sob, beomgyu’s cumming again, looking like he’s going to pass out, spurting and shooting more of his warm and sticky white ropes of cum into you, cumming so much, it’s all creamy, completely milking him dry, his whole body shaking beneath you.

Only then do you reach for your dagger again, slicing the rope, slithering to the ground. Beomgyu falls forwards instantly, collapsing into your arms, gripping and clinging to you, trembling like a leaf, hands roaming all over you and hugging you tight, the first time he could actually touch you. And beomgyu kisses you so desperately over and over, like he’s starved, hands shaking, clutching your clothes, you keeping his cheeks feeling equally starved.

But your kissing is interrupted by a messenger bird throwing a scroll with an unmistakable royal crest through your window. You get up to read it:

An armed procession will arrive by nightfall to collect our Prince Beomgyu in exchange for the agreed ransom.

— His Majesty, the King.

“Are you��going to return me back then?” Beomgyu says quietly, like he already knows the answer and is fearing it, his shoulders are slumped, already looking miserable and like a devastated puppy, thinking about having to return back to living in the castle.

You think for a moment. You fold the scroll neatly, setting in on the table. “No.”

Beomgyu blinks, “No?”

You smirk. “I’m taking something far more valuable.”

Beomgyu’s eyes widen, and then stars. His eyes practically lighting up, sparkling, you could practically see his tail wagging if he had one.

You both start giggling like idiots.

By the time the army reaches your cottage that evening, it is already abandoned.

And somewhere, gods only knows where, you’re running hand in hand through the forest, longe gone, cat tucked under one arm, and just enough tea packed to last the journey.

A/n: do not ask what this is 😭 I know it makes zero sense but thats kinda the point it was just supposed to be unhinged unserious crack smut 😍🫶

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[bradleysass]

fool - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 524

James sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Pandora shuffle her tarot deck with an almost ethereal grace. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, making the entire moment feel far more mystical than it probably was. Regulus, seated beside him, had his arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Regulus asked, eyeing James skeptically.

"Reg, you don’t question the mystic arts!" James gasped, hand on his chest in exaggerated offense. "Let Pandora work her magic."

Pandora simply smiled, fanning out the cards before them. "James, you first. Pick a card."

James, as dramatic as ever, closed his eyes, swirled his fingers in the air as though communing with unseen forces, and then plucked a card with great ceremony. He flipped it over and beamed. "The Fool!"

Regulus let out a soft snort. "How fitting."

"Excuse you!" James turned the card to Pandora, who was giggling behind her hand.

"The Fool isn’t a bad card," she explained. "It represents new beginnings, adventure, and stepping into the unknown with optimism."

"See? I am an intrepid hero!" James declared, puffing out his chest.

Regulus rolled his eyes. "It also represents naivety and recklessness."

Pandora hummed. "Well, yes, but the Fool has faith that everything will work out. It means he's willing to take risks for love and passion."

Regulus scoffed. "That does sound like him."

James leaned over, nudging Regulus with his knee. "You love me for it."

Regulus, ever the composed one, merely tilted his head. "Debatable."

"Alright, Mr. Skeptic, your turn," Pandora said, nudging the deck toward Regulus.

Regulus sighed, drawing a card without any theatrics. He turned it over and immediately frowned.

"The Tower," Pandora murmured, her expression turning serious.

James frowned too, less familiar with tarot but aware that this one didn’t look fun. "That’s not... great, is it?"

Pandora tapped the card gently. "It means upheaval, destruction, and sudden change. But also transformation. The breaking down of old beliefs to make way for something new."

Regulus' lips pressed together in a thin line. "That checks out."

James reached over and covered Regulus' hand with his own. "Hey, it’s not all bad. If I’m the Fool, I’ll be there to help you through it."

Regulus exhaled through his nose, something like amusement flashing across his features. "Great. A reckless idiot leading me through chaos. That’s reassuring."

Pandora smiled at them warmly. "One of you leaps without looking, the other resists change until it's inevitable. But together, you balance each other."

James grinned. "Admit it, Reg. You’d be bored without me."

Regulus sighed dramatically, though his fingers curled ever so slightly around James’. "Perhaps."

Pandora giggled. "Let’s pull one more. For both of you."

She shuffled again, drawing a single card. When she flipped it over, her grin widened. "The Lovers."

James whooped, pumping his fist in the air. "Ha! Destiny!"

Regulus gave him a long look. "You were going to say that no matter what the card was."

"Yeah, but this just proves it!"

Pandora laughed, tucking the deck away. "The stars had this planned all along. And if not them, well… the Fool certainly did."

[iheartmira]

Hallo! To make it simple May I request a Shadow milk or Mystic Flour Cookie x Sibling Reader who looks nothing alike?

Basically, in the past, the reader and Mystic or Shadow used to be close to eachother, but They had to watch the reader be taken from them when the beasts were sealed away. So now in the Persent where they with Gingerbrave & Friends or Dark Choco and the other Mystic/Shadow realizes it was their sibling and get somewhat mad at the cookies for putting their subling in danger before reunioning with them again after dealing with the others

In all, it's just Angst to fluff, Thank you and Have a good day/night!

"the reflection i lost" shadow milk & sibling!reader

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he remembered you.

not in fragments or dreams, but vividly, painfully, like a wound that never scabbed over.

you had looked just like him once. a perfect match. two halves of the same spell, created from the same dough and carved by the same magic. your laughter had echoed alongside his in golden halls long before the truth soured and the world turned on its champions. before he became the villain.

before they tore him away. before he watched you vanish behind blinding light as the seal snapped shut.

shadow milk cookie had lost many things over the ages: his place, his power, his name. but losing you was the one that never stopped hurting.

he didn’t recognize you at first when you stood among the others. too different. too unfamiliar.

your dough was brighter, your aura calm. your clothing, while elegant and strong, carried none of the flair he once draped you in. you had lost the shadow in your gaze, the chaos in your step. but there was something in your eyes, quiet, watchful, that made his stomach twist in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries.

and then you spoke. just his name.

"…shadow milk?"

his mismatched eyes widened, pupils shrinking, the swirling chaos of his shadows stilling mid-performance. he froze in the middle of his theatrical flourish, staring at you like you were the only thing left in the world that mattered.

"you," he breathed. "you’re here."

the other cookies tensed. gingerbrave stepped forward, ready to fight. "shadow milk cookie… step away! you’ve caused enough chaos!"

chaos? chaos was nothing compared to what surged in his chest right then. he snapped his head toward the group, a sneer twisting his mouth.

"you dare," he hissed, voice layered like echoing mirrors. "you paraded them around like some pet soldier while i rotted in the dark!"

pure vanilla cookie stood at your side protectively, hand on his staff. "they chose their path. as did you."

"and what path was that, hmm?" shadow milk cookie barked out a laugh that cracked the air like glass. "to be abandoned? sealed? forgotten while my sibling stood at your side?"

you stepped forward then. "stop," you said softly. "please." and just like that… he stopped.

you stood between him and your friends, your arms slightly raised. not out of fear. not out of weakness. but out of recognition. out of love. your voice trembled. "i thought you were gone. for so long." his shadows shimmered, flickering like stage lights behind him. he took a hesitant step forward, arms lowered, his jester-like posture breaking. "and i thought they took you from me."

"i stayed," you said. "because i didn’t know where else to go. because i didn’t remember everything… not until now."

his eyes softened, just barely.

"then come," he said, voice lower now, less a taunt and more a plea. "come with me. away from this stage of fools. let us write our own act."

the others began to protest. you raised a hand to silence them.

your voice cracked. "let me say goodbye."

and to their surprise, shadow milk cookie waited.

the walk away from the others was quiet. when you were far enough into the shadows of the forest, you turned to face him fully. you reached up, brushing your fingers across his sleeve.

"you’ve changed."

he smiled sadly. "and you… you’ve become a stranger."

you both stood in silence, surrounded by trees and silence and years between you.

then he opened his arms. not dramatically. not with flair. just open. honest. and you stepped into them. his hold was tight. desperate.

"i missed you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his ruffled collar.

he buried his face in your shoulder. "i thought i’d never hear your voice again."

you didn’t pull away. and when he finally let go, he pulled back with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "let them believe in their neat little endings. but you… you’ll always be my beginning."

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‹𝟹 ‎ ⠀⠀ˑ˚₊ ·⠀interested in requesting? check out my pinned!

© 2025, iheartmira

[fanged-fanfics]

Hii! I would like to request a Mystic Flour Cookie x Beast! Reader who has a flair for the dramatics?

☆ Theatrical Apathy — Mystic Flour Cookie x Beast!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mystic Flour was known for her lack of emotional expression, she seemed like such a stoic woman that it was hard for most to imagine getting close to her. That's because most Cookies (or, well, all) are not you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You first put on shows for her at her alters of worship as a show of devotion, giving her a performance to try and lift her spirits when she was worn down by the demanding work she gave

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You had managed to find Mystic Flour once she became a Beast, and she invited you to come to her side. She told you that of all who visited her, you were a favorite, and she'd enjoy seeing shows from you again

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To the luck of you both, you were also a Beast Cookie by now, so the two of you would work directly beside one another. Other Beasts were a little confused at seeing how you two hung out so often, especially since she would get annoyed at Shadow Milk's theatrics

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mystic Flour would order the others into silence if you were giving a performance, rewarding your work with polite applause and praise of the execution of the show while the Beasts were wondering if they could speak yet-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You and Shadow Milk ended up teaming up for a lot of collaborations. Mystic Flour would usually voice disdain, but the fact that it was you made it at least worth bearing for her

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were the only Beast Cookie to get Mystic Flour to smile, a gentle little grin would grace her face whenever you'd be around, especially if right by her side. Anyone who tried to tease her about it would be death glared instantly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 While you dramatically retell what lead to your corruption or any old tale from the life you once led, Mystic Flour would hold you in her lap while you speak. She'd give you little pecks on your face to try and soothe you whenever you'd get particularly upset, reminding you that you'll make them all rue what was done

[honey-bitch]

North node in the Ascendant Persona Chart - Houses

The north node in the ascendant chart can symbolise what you are heading to be and what you may consciously aim when acting. This is interpretive astrology and it may not resonate.

🍦1st house - You boldly express yourself and show up authentically. Others may see you as a pioneer or someone with a strong sense of self—even if you’re still figuring that out.

🍦2nd house - People may see you as someone who’s learning to value themselves or striving for independence and abundance. You might project a grounded, practical vibe—or someone quietly determined to build something lasting.

🍦3rd house - You may come off as curious, chatty, or quick-witted—someone who others see as constantly learning. Your outward expression is tied to your voice or your thoughts, and you're meant to become more confident expressing them.

🍦4th house - You might come across as nurturing, private, or emotionally intuitive. People might see you as someone who carries a deep ancestral or emotional energy—even if you don’t realize it yet.

🍦5th house - People may naturally see you as artistic, theatrical, or someone with a magnetic childlike energy. You’re developing confidence through self-expression, and it shows in your aura or aesthetic.

🍦6th house - You might appear meticulous, reliable, or health-conscious—even if you don’t feel that way yet. There's a vibe of someone who’s meant to be helpful or improve systems, and others may pick up on your quiet work ethic.

🍦7th house - ou might naturally attract others or come off as very relational, even if you’re working on boundaries. People could see you as someone destined to connect, partner, or mediate.

🍦8th house - You carry a vibe of someone who's not here for surface-level things—you might appear emotionally or spiritually powerful, even if you’re still stepping into that energy.

🍦9th house - You may appear worldly, wise, philosophical—or at least like someone seeking truth. Others might see you as a traveler, teacher, or explorer, even if only in mindset.

🍦10th house - You might come off as ambitious, composed, or someone with a clear direction—even if you're still finding it. There's a “you’re meant for something bigger” vibe about how others perceive you.

🍦11th house - You may appear futuristic, socially aware, or like someone always thinking of what’s next. There’s something unique about how you show up that aligns with group evolution or being ahead of your time.

🍦12th house - Others might perceive you as mystical, dreamy, or “not quite here”—you carry a vibe of someone with a foot in another realm. Your presence may be soft but powerful, like you're channeling something bigger.

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DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer (me) to get more insight

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[thealphavoidofficial]

New Au idea!

Basically what this Au is about is what if the Beasts Souls were split in 2 with their Soul Jams, the purified (sorta) halves being separated from their evil, corrupted halves.

Walking up not long after Dark Flour War and the disappearance of the Ancient Heroes, these wandering Souls now wander Earthbread, having gaps in their memory and seeking to know more about their past, knowing only their own names.

The stronger their corrupted halves become, the more their own power will grow, and the more memories they will recover, some have settled down under new identities, while others still wander still, mind still to jumbled to rest.

Burning Spice Cookie now lives as Paprika Cookie in Spice Desert of Beast-Yeast.

Eternal Sugar Cookie has found refuge in the Crème Republic as a Clothing Designer under the name Sugarcane Cookie.

Mystic Flour Cookie, now a denizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, works as the head Nurse within the Black Citadel.

Silent Salt Cookie, now a wandering Paladin named Rock Salt Cookie, defends villages from Cake Monsters, and later joining a Caravan heading from town to town.

And finally, Shadow Milk Cookie, who had stumbled upon the Cookie Kingdom during his theatric Travels as a Fortune Teller and Puppet Show master (he definitely scamming people lol), finds a home within the small developing Kingdom, and later becomes the Caretaker (Dad) of GingerBrave, Strawberry and Wizard.

Au Facts:

- the Corrupted Halves of the Beasts and the Purified halves do not know of each others existence, though after the Beasts are set free their memories may end up clashing and merging with each other.

- The Purified halves still have a portion of their original power, but it is a limited reserve that needs to recharge due to not having the Soul Jam or their full strength.

- Shadow Milks (the purified half) mischievous personality still remains, he’s just a bit more tame and good willed.

- Paprika spends most of his time with the Kulfis as their protection against the Wild Spices.

- Rock Salt is bit more talkative then their Corrupted half.

- Mystic Flour (Purified half) is a bit of a workaholic and tends to overwork herself.

- Sugarcanes favourite drink is Latte, she loves drinking it after a stressful day of work.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Can you imagine sitting on Blue's lap and doing his eyeliner in the morning? The way he'd stare at you?? 😩💗

Ohhhhh nooooooooooooooooo, this gave me so many (too many) thoughts, I am so sorry it turned into this <3

Manners

Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Warnings: Blue being a grumpy little shit, sub!Blue a bit, Blue having a think for being choked, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 411

“Sit still.”

“I am.”

“Are not.”

Blue scowls at you, wrinkling his nose ever so slightly in disdain. “I don’t like your tone.” 

“Yes, you do.” You answer without pause and shift a little on his lap, your knees are either side of his thighs, the smoky kohl eyeliner in one hand. 

His frown deepens and you tut, rolling your eyes at his theatrics. 

“You could do this yourself, you know?” You take hold of his chin with your free hand, your grip firm and fingers cool as you tilt his head a fraction so you can work without his constant fidgeting. 

You expect a snappy retort, or rude word, but get neither. For a blissfully long moment, he’s surprisingly quiet. And still. 

His heartbeat thunders under your fingers, his breathing short and shallow as if he’s trying his best to stay as silent as possible. His lips are parted as you press the pencil to his skin, just lightly skimming with the softest touch. 

“I’m not going to poke your eyes out, you know?” You tease. 

“I know.” He says softly, his eyes flicker to your face for a second and it’s only now that you pay full attention that you can see how dark and dilated they are. 

“Well, you’re tense as fuck,” you swallow, trying to focus on doing his makeup. “Acting like I’ve got a knife to your throat.” 

He gulps audibly and you spare him a glance. He holds your gaze, but it’s not full of the defiant arrogance you’re used to. 

“Do you want me to hold a knife to your throat?” You tease lightly, trying to cover your own interest. 

“Fuck off.” He bites back, but his words are lacking his usual snarl. 

You grin. “I think you do actually, I think you’d quite like for me to pin you down and-”

He grumbles loudly, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your chest. In turn, forcing his throat further into your hand. He bites back a moan as you hold back a chuckle. 

After a few moments, you can’t resist antagonising him further. “Want me to choke you while I jack you off?” 

Blue snaps his head back so that he can give you one of his trademark glares - it would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now. 

“Yes.” He purses his lips when you quirk an eyebrow at him, and then huffs. “Please.” 

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[mothymoon]

I think it's kinda interesting how, while the Beasts are opposites of the Ancients, some feel like reflections to Ancients they're not directly related to.

Starting with the pair that feels most obvious, Silent Salt and Dark Cacao. Their designs especially seem similar with the armor, sword, and color palette. Silence also feels like it can be related to Dark Cacao's isolation during his previous arc.

This feels the same as with Pure Vanilla and Mystic Flour. Again with their color palettes, but also with their religious theming, both being obligated to help all those that seek their guidance.

Again, mostly similar vibe with these two. You could even argue that Destruction can be considered an extention of Passion in a way. These next pairs get a bit weaker with their comparisons, which is why I started with the strongest ones first.

My comparisons for Golden Cheese and Eternal Sugar come down to both of them having wings and some speculation I have. "Eternal" I feel could imply abundance, which may be a motivation for Eternal Sugar's slothfulness. It's possible they simply have all they desire, thus no longer having the will to do anything.

Lastly, for White Lily Cookie and Shadow Milk, the biggest point of comparison I have is that Shadow Milk Cookie's theatrical presentation could also be considered an extention of freedom (especially since it's implied that he used to be an academic). This is the one I really stretch the most with, I'd say.

Why do I bring any of this up? What I think about these possible links is that the Beasts reflect what each of the Ancients could become, if taken to their logical extreme. Also, with those that share their Soul Jams being their opposites (Pure Vanilla being truth and Shadow Milk being deceit, etc.), it can imply that each of the Ancients are each other's opposites as well. Opposites that mesh well enough despite it, anyway.

I'm bad at analysis, so do what you will with this. I don't know if this is anything. Implications and whatnot.

[moonlight-yuyu]

✩Stray Kids Ideal Type based on Astrology ✩

Masterlist

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BangChan

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Tall and long-limbed

⪩⪨Wild and adventurous look

⪩⪨Natural beauty

⪩⪨Outdoor or bohemian style 

⪩⪨Piercing, hypnotic eyes  

⪩⪨Dark, seductive, or brooding presence 

⪩⪨Sharp or sculpted features with an aura of intensity  

✩Personality✩

⪩⪨Fun-loving, optimistic, spontaneous, and adventurous

⪩⪨Chan's drawn to free-spirited, open-minded people

⪩⪨Intense, passionate, and deep  

⪩⪨He's attracted to mysterious, powerful, and emotionally people  

⪩⪨Chan likes deep, unbreakable connections with an air of danger or seduction  

Lee Know

✩Personality✩ 

⪩⪨Intense, passionate, and deep  

⪩⪨Minho's attracted to mysterious, powerful, and emotionally transformative people  

⪩⪨He likes deep, unbreakable connections with an air of danger or seduction  

⪩⪨Intelligent, practical, health-conscious, perfectionist

⪩⪨Minho's attracted to someone humble yet skilled

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Piercing, hypnotic eyes  

⪩⪨Dark, seductive, or brooding presence 

⪩⪨Sharp or sculpted features with an aura of intensity  

⪩⪨Neat, refined, well-groomed, youthful features

⪩⪨Clean-cut or natural look

⪩⪨Minimalist style.  

Changbin

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Intense gaze, dark or mysterious aura, piercing eyes, magnetic presence

⪩⪨Often wears dark colors  

⪩⪨Clean, well-groomed, and minimalist style  

⪩⪨Slender or well-proportioned body 

⪩⪨Natural beauty with an effortless elegance 

 ✩Personality✩

⪩⪨Passionate, mysterious, powerful, and deeply loyal

⪩⪨Changbin loves someone with depth and intensity.

⪩⪨Practical, intelligent, and service-oriented  

⪩⪨He's attracted to humble, well-mannered, and put-together people  

⪩⪨Prefers someone who is refined, neat, and pays attention to detail 

 

Hyunjin

✩Personality✩  

⪩⪨Soft, poetic, and deeply romantic 

⪩⪨ Hyunjin's attracted to creative, gentle, and soulful individuals  

⪩⪨ He loves dreamy, fairy-tale-like love connections  

⪩⪨Confident, assertive, playful, and a little competitive

⪩⪨Hyunjin loves someone who challenges him and keeps things exciting.

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Ethereal, delicate, or angelic look 

⪩⪨Dreamy, watery eyes that seem otherworldly  

⪩⪨Soft, flowy fashion (pastels, lace, or a mystical aura)  

⪩⪨Athletic, toned, sporty, sharp facial features, expressive eyes

⪩⪨Hyunjin likes partners who look strong and full of energy  

Han

✩Personality✩ 

⪩⪨Charming, graceful, and diplomatic 

⪩⪨ Han's attracted to beauty, good manners, and balance in relationships  

⪩⪨ He likes people who are socially skilled and aesthetically pleasing  

⪩⪨Charismatic, passionate, generous, and a bit theatrical

⪩⪨Han loves confidence and a sense of humor

✩Appearance✩ 

⪩⪨Symmetrical face, soft and harmonious features  

⪩⪨Elegant fashion sense, well-dressed and put-together  

⪩⪨Venusian beauty (romantic and aesthetically refined)  

⪩⪨Dramatic, regal, well-groomed, glowing skin, big hair or bold fashion choices

⪩⪨Han likes someone who stands out 

Felix

✩Personality✩ 

⪩⪨Charming, graceful, and diplomatic 

⪩⪨ Felix's attracted to beauty, good manners, and balance in relationships  

⪩⪨ He likes people who are socially skilled and aesthetically pleasing  

⪩⪨Charismatic, passionate, generous, and a bit theatrical

⪩⪨Felix loves confidence and a sense of humor

✩Appearance✩ 

⪩⪨Symmetrical face, soft and harmonious features  

⪩⪨Elegant fashion sense, well-dressed and put-together  

⪩⪨Venusian beauty (romantic and aesthetically refined)  

⪩⪨Dramatic, regal, well-groomed, glowing skin, big hair or bold fashion choices

⪩⪨Felix likes someone who stands out 

Seungmin

✩Personality✩ 

⪩⪨Charming, graceful, and diplomatic 

⪩⪨ Seungmin's attracted to beauty, good manners, and balance in relationships  

⪩⪨Seungmin likes people who are socially skilled and aesthetically pleasing  

⪩⪨Intelligent, practical, health-conscious, perfectionist

⪩⪨Seungmin's attracted to someone humble yet skilled

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Symmetrical face, soft and harmonious features  

⪩⪨Elegant fashion sense, well-dressed and put-together  

⪩⪨Venusian beauty (romantic and aesthetically refined)  

⪩⪨Neat, refined, well-groomed, youthful features

⪩⪨Clean-cut or natural look

⪩⪨Minimalist style. 

Jeongin

✩Appearance✩

⪩⪨Intense gaze, dark or mysterious aura

⪩⪨Piercing eyes, magnetic presence

⪩⪨Often wears dark colors

⪩⪨Athletic or strong features  

⪩⪨Sharp jawlines, muscular or toned body 

⪩⪨Fiery eyes, possibly reddish undertones in hair or skin  

 ✩Personality✩

⪩⪨Passionate, mysterious, powerful, and deeply loyal

⪩⪨Jeongin loves someone with depth and intensity

⪩⪨Bold, independent, competitive, and passionate  

⪩⪨ Jeongin likes direct, assertive, and spontaneous people  

⪩⪨Enjoys a chase and high-energy relationships  

[pmamtraveller]

GUSTAVE DORÉ - A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM, 1870

The painting is part of Doré's series of engravings for Shakespeare's plays. It captures the enchanting and mystical essence of the play. The artwork depicts a full moon illuminating a forest scene where fairies interact with Titania, the fairy queen.

Doré's illustrations rendered Shakespeare's works more accessible and appealing to a larger audience, including individuals who may not have read the plays in their original language or format. His visuals aided in the worldwide spread of Shakespearean tales, contributing to the Bard's cultural icon status. They were incorporated in books, educational resources, and even as standalone artwork, thereby embedding these visual interpretations into cultural awareness.

Living in London, Doré was immersed in the cultural epicenter of Shakespearean literature. This proximity to the source material, the historical settings, and the ongoing theatrical productions of Shakespeare's plays likely deepened his understanding and connection to the works. This could have influenced the authenticity and interpretation in his illustrations, providing a more "British" or at least a more informed perspective on Shakespeare's settings and characters.