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gunpowderdtim · 8 months ago

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It's no wonder Out happened when you really think about it. Nastya doesn't like organic life because it's complicated, it can break, sometimes it's even unfixable.

quote from gender rebels

Nastya is in love with Aurora, and in saying that she is saying "you are not organic life, I can deal with you because you are metal and algorithm and predictable" - we can see this in bedtime story when she says she'll tweak Aurora's story creation algorithm

screenshot from A Bedtime Story

Aurora is not inorganic. She is not ai. She is a space moon made of flesh and blood and teeth and bone. She is not an ai. She is a body that was taken and stripped of autonomy, of the right to self identify, of the right to think- to be imperfect and organic.

The metal is a veneer that hides how messy and traumatized and unfixable she is. From the outside she is a starship. From the inside she can still bleed.

And this makes them fundamentally incompatible. But yet, they are in love.

And really, it's no wonder Nastya fell in love with Aurora. Let's take a look at Nastya's home planet, or at least home society:

"Terminals were scattered across the planet. There was one on every street corner, one beneath every lamppost and one in every commune block." "The midwife-machine performs a series of programmed manœuvres to quieten [the baby]. It cradles it and hums at several pitches until it finds one that seems most soothing. Mechanical arms stroke the baby’s flesh even as others start the process of implanting augmented reality interfaces into its nervous system." "The Czar an atrophied frame, never present in the real world and worn to dust by the chemical compounds that kept his brain alive so it could live forever in a perfect virtual paradise. The Rabotnik a copy, a mind preserved unchanging in the instant before its death and placed in an everlasting metal frame." (Cyberian Demons)

Its safe to say the world Nastya was born into, from the very minute she was born, was ridden with technology. She has augmented reality interfaces inplanted into her from birth. It would stand to reason that being taken from this society, wherein technology is everywhere, inside and out, would stand for a bit of a shock.

Aurora too had been augmented by the Cyberia.

While it is stated that the last time Nastya had used the ports themselves was directly before her death — "The last time she had used the ports, her tutor had ripped them out of her as the rebels stormed the palace" — Aurora is laced with Cyberian technology. I'd imagine she has something of a 'bluetooth wireless connection' with Aurora, rather than the physical data transfer of files between the ports and Nastya, it may as well be similar enough.

Imagine being Nastya, going from Cyberia, wherein there is augmented reality contantly, transplanted onto a ship with metal blood, a jonny, and a vampire. To Aurora, where the only bits of augmented reality run through Aurora.

Of course she'd fall in love with her. Aurora is familiarity. Aurora isn't organic. Aurora isn't human.

And of course when the undeniable part of aurora that is organic, that is a flesh moon plated in metal with her brain hooked to machines, when so much has broken and been replaced, when, presumably, aurora is less of an algorithm, nastya leaves with the brand cyberia left on her.

Because Aurora healing, becoming more of herself and less of a starship, is messy, and organic, and human.

and hard for nastya.

‘Think how long she’s been flying you around. Think how many bullet holes you’ve punched through her and how many atmospheres you’ve dropped her through. Think how many alterations and improvements we’ve made, Tim to her guns and Ashes to her storage and Brian to her engines and the Toy Soldier to who knows what. How much do you think is left of her after all she’s brought you through?’ Nastya held up the ancient, battered piece of hull plating. Just visible under the grime and scars of particles of space junk was a fragment of the Aurora’s original logo and serial number. Jonny honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a version that hadn’t been painted by the Mechanisms themselves. ‘So she’s free, now.’ Nastya gestured around at the spaceship they were standing in. ‘This Aurora can take you where you want to go. I’m going to take my Aurora somewhere else.’

Aurora was ship of theseus'd. Aurora was improved. Aurora was no longer cyberian. (both literally, and metaphorically)

So nastya left.

#is this anything guys #nastya #aurora #nastya rasputina #aurora the mechanisms #the mechanisms

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sasha199 · 4 months ago

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Gale/ Rolan Drama Part 12

Read all of me on A03

Mayhem and Madness

Okay BIG trigger warning for smut, like a lot of it. Fem Tav, human.

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) was romancing both Gale and Wyll. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart

After a few hours of sleep I stir from my bedroll to go find Gale. I smile to see him waiting for me outside of his tent. As I draw near it's clear that he is illuminated by some sort of arcane light, also he doesn't appear to be breathing.

I approach stealthily, trying my best not to wake anyone, but when the Gale-like figure gives me a small wave, I halt in my tracks. It certainly looks like Gale, it's wearing the robe I purchased for him, it's got his bracers equipped, and the chain-link headband he's worn since the Githyanki creche is centered perfectly on his forehead.

Then it speaks, "Good evening!" it exclaims cheerfully, there's an odd distortion around it's voice, as if two or three people are speaking simultaneously. "I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep..."

"Shhhhh! Keep it down, please!" I glance around, but there's no movement from the other tents.

"He wishes," it continues in more of a whisper, "to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale."

"So, just to confirm," I whisper back, "you're not actually Gale? What are you then?"

"A mere projection of Gale." It's stopped whispering despite my shushing motions, "I am a reconstituted version of his appearance, voice and...personality." It gives me a saucy wink, "Would you care to join him?"

"Yes, of course yes," Every moment that passes I become more sure that Marlie is watching from somewhere. The sooner I get out of here the better, "Where is he?"

"Simply follow yonder path and soon you will find him," it gestures vaguely to the east side of camp.

"Gods I hope so," I say to myself. It would be so very me to get lost in a situation like this. Thankfully, Gale's footprints are clear and easy to read as I make my way out of camp and towards a large clearing to the north. As the trees open up to a grassy knoll I can see a light ahead. My confusion increases as it becomes clear this light is not a fire or a candle. It is emanating from the sky itself. Soon I see Gale, seated in the clearing. He's looking up, arms moving in graceful precise arcs.

As I step out from the trees, he lets his arms fall, though the light remains. I can see the anticipation on his face, the barely restrained smile, and I'm happy I came. I take a seat next to him in the grass, and turn towards the heavens to admire his handy work.

"I love this time of night," he says softly.

My face goes slack with wonder as I take in the enormity of what he's crafted in the sky. A gorgeous shifting symphony of blues and purples alights the heavens, graced with a sprinkling of stars. It's the aurora borealis.

I just stare, captivated by the patterns of light and color, “...the most beautiful of fantasies." I am drawn out of my reverie by the soft tone of his voice. He’s looking at me, not the sky. The starlight is reflected in his eyes. I'm aching for him to touch me.

"It's - it's -" apparently I've lost my executive brain function. "I'm sorry," I say laughing at myself, "I'm overwhelmed. I've always wanted to see the Northern Lights. You did that?"

"Indeed," he sounds proud, "the curse is still present of course. Just beyond this veneer, held at arms length. Not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight? Tonight is different."

"Why?" A cold feeling of dread drapes over me. I try to ignore it but unbidden thoughts rise all the same.

Are we back here again?

"This may be my last night alive," he continues, "I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder..." He smiles at me, his eyes narrowing with mischief, sparkling with desire, "...and with company to match."

"How can you say that?" I refuse to be caught up in the moment, not when he speaks of his own death so casually.

He takes my hand. I want to be spiteful, to pull away. How dare he. After all we've been through? He can just look me in the eyes and give voice to these terrible truths?

"None of us are guaranteed time, Sasha. Not with the perils we are facing. The tadpoles, the Absolute, this Shadow Curse. Any of us could succumb to these dangers. No use pretending otherwise."

I say nothing, he continues. "I thought this place, being under this sky with you, might bring me a sense of peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do, the responsibility I have been charged with, seem a little smaller. But now..." his face falls, he looks down at our hands, "now I am not so sure."

"I am." My voice is steal, hard, determined. "I've never been so sure. I refuse to believe this is the end." My grip on him is as intense as my voice. "We will find another way. I promise."

"Thank you, but.."

"No!" my voice cracks, and my throat starts to hurt, I swallow hard. "This will not be your fate, Gale. Fuck fate. Fuck the gods, and fuck...fuck it all." I'm fighting to keep the anger from spilling out of my eyes.

He smiles at my flailing ferocity, my pitiful defiance. "Darling, there is no point running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, to face it, on my own terms."

"Nothing is inevitable, do you hear me? Not when we face it together. You are not alone, Gale. You don't have to die." My vision blurs, and a tear falls onto my wrist, it burns a little. The sky and the world around me become a watercolor scene of purples and blues. The only clear thing is Gale.

He takes my wet face in his hands, I grip his wrists, desperate for him, desperate for him to see what I clearly know.

This cannot be the end for us.

"One night with you," his warms lips gently brush over my forehead, "could sate me for a life time."

"I don't want just one night."

He kisses my cheek, my ear, I cling to him, I breathe deep and dab at one eye with my palm. It stings.

He murmurs into my neck "Whatever my fate, please know that you're sending me to meet it with a full heart, free from fear." His voice is heavy with sorrow, with sincerity. It’s killing me. "I'm so very glad you came, to share this with me."

I touch his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the rough contrast of his beard. I slip my hand into his hair, the brown and silver strands ease though my fingers, shining in the starlight. I trace the firm line of his jaw, his pulse throbs beneath my thumb, quickens as he takes a breath.

"This must all seem unreal, but I created it for you."

“For me..?”

"You must know that you're..." My fingertips feel the groove in his neck, just above where the orb scars begin to deepen, "you're very special to me."

I chew my bottom lip. My stomach is in knots. I tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His earing glints at me.

He puts his large hand over mine, stopping my progression at the top of his chest. There's a slight sting as his fingers brush over two red scratches. For a moment I freeze, my thoughts flash. I turn my head as if to shy away from it. But I can't.

"Gale." I hear myself say. I feel as if I'm slowly drifting away from myself, the world getting smaller and smaller as I soar off into the heavens, into the sky that Gale made for me. "Something happened today."

"Happened?"

"I- I kissed Rolan."

"You - who?"

"Doesn't matter," I say quickly, "Something strange happened when I was trying to use the Weave and-"

"You kissed someone...?"

"Yes." I hate myself. I'm ruining everything.

"Well." His body language changes, he lets go of me and moves slightly, out of my reach. "I suppose," he says, after a moment, "you're not exactly beholden to me but I thought..." He ducks his head to meet my eye, and the intensity I see there scares me. "You told me... you said you chose me."

"Yes, I did."

"Then what-"

"I'm telling you about this because I meant it, I choose you. Even now, with you going on about how death is waiting for you, how this is your fate, your tragic destiny. I- I couldn't sit here under this perfect sky and not tell you, because I want you, Gale. I've always wanted you, from the moment I slapped your hand in that stupid portal, and for more than just one night."

His eyes are large and round and sad. I feel like time has stopped. I can see us sitting together on this grassy knoll, merely inches from each other. My face is tear-streaked and desperate, Gale's is heart wrenchingly vulnerable.

"I'm in love with you." I hear myself say the words and it's like something inside me breaks.

The moment stretches. My heart is pounding against my ribs, threatening to burst free. I kind of wish it would. Then suddenly he gives a small laugh. My stomach clenches. I feel sick as I look down at my lap. I swore to myself so long ago that I would never tell him, that I would never burden him with the depth of my feelings. I thought I was protecting him. But I see now, at the precipice, that I was just trying to stop myself from breaking my own heart. I've failed.

I wrap my arms around myself. If I could I would sink into the earth.

"What a relief," he finally says. I glance at him, afraid of what I'll see, but his gaze is...open. It's still soft but different, he looks lighter. Like a great weight has fallen away from him. “I was so afraid I was just making as ass of myself." He gently tucks back a curl that has fallen in my face "I'm hurt, that you felt the need to test the depths of your feelings, but to hear those words from your lips...I cannot pretend to be anything other than elated."

I laugh too then, and lean over to kiss him. I taste the salt on his lips from my tears, feel the tingling burn of the acidity.

”You must know,” He says when we break apart, “I am not a man who shares. Call me greedy, stubborn or old fashioned, but I cannot change who I am, or how I love. If you are mine, then you are mine alone.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have you any other way.” I'm pretty sure I'm crying again.

He stands up and I feel a little bereft, "I hope that wasn't a parting kiss." I sound childish, sulky.

"Not if I have any say in the matter," he chortles, pulling me to my feet. His smile is broad, like he can't hold it back. He kisses my forehead again and I nuzzle into him, wrapping my arms around his chest. "I want it to be perfect," he continues, "to bond with you in the way that gods do...intertwining our spirits in visions of the weave."

"Um," that sounds a little intimidating to me, I'm not even sure what it means. "I don't really need illusions. You're here, standing right in front of me." I stand on tip toe to trail kisses along his neck, "And you already taste divine."

He tangles his hands in my curls, holds my head against his chest, but his voice is hesitant, "Are you sure? I can conjure up any sight that you could dream of, and a few you could not. I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning..."

I sigh, "I don't think I trust the Weave."

He tilts my face up and touches my nose with his, "Then trust me. Let me do more than woo you. Let me wow you."

I chuckle into his mouth. "Alright. Wow me."

Gale's velvet voice paints a scene of his idyllic tower in Waterdeep; complete with a piano that plays on it's own and a sunset view of the infamous harbor.

It's been so long since I've seen it. I can almost smell the salty air and hear the wind whip the sails of the docked ships.

The day I'd enrolled in New Olamn, stepping off a boat fresh from Neverwinter to begin my training as a bard, I'd been so afraid but so full of hope. To think the tower I'd seen every day on the horizon had been Gale's. We'd been so close to each other. Perhaps I'd passed him in the street while shopping at the markets, or breezed through one of his classes on a tour of Blackstaff. We would've been entirely different people, such a strange thought.

I feel practically giddy as I take in the rows and rows of books lining the walls as he walks me through the interior. They're scattered on every surface. I settle into a comfortable alcove on his balcony and I pick the nearest one to flip through it. I feel my face go crimson as I take in the images, and look up to see Gale watching me, amused. "I see you've found the Art of the Night."

"Leave it you to seduce someone with a book," I turn it around to show him the page that I'm on, my eyebrows raised questioningly at the elaborate image of two people contorted in love making. "That rebellious streak of yours is admirable."

"Allow me to live dangerously while I still can," he smiles and settles next to me. I love when he teases me, I see a younger more optimistic version of him shining through in this moment. It's who he was before the orb, maybe even before Mystra, back when he might've been just Gale, and not Gale of Waterdeep. It tickles me to see it, to experience it.

I love him.

"...the art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. I say we take a page from their book. What do you say?"

"Huh?" I snap back to the present, " Sorry...I was distracted by...by your face." I sound so dim witted, my cheeks are pink again.

He puts his arm around me, pulls me into him, "Come here." As he kisses me I can hear his voice, like he's speaking to me through the tadpole connection, but somehow it's different, it's emanating from everywhere. "Why confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh? It is but one stitch in a vast tapestry."

I open my eyes to see everything is glowing. The tower around us is gone and it looks like we're in Gale's sky, surrounded by it. An endless cosmos that stretches infinitely. I hold my hand up to my face and I can see Gale through it. He's glowing too. Suddenly a memory rips through me, like a spike to the mind. A flash of bodies entwined, a faint whiff of rose water. Hearts pounding and breath quick with passion. I feel the pressure of something curled tightly against my leg.

I blink and we're back in the clearing, back to the grassy knoll. Gale is standing next to me, holding my hand. "The old ways then. If that is what you wish, so be it."

I swallow, moving hesitantly in the direction he gestures. Did he see? Does he know?

"Gale..?"

He makes a precise motion with his arm, "A small gesture towards you comfort."

I fall back, feeling a bed materialize beneath me. I'm already soaked.

I pull him on down onto me, I need to feel him. I practically rip his shirt in my haste to unlace it, he chuckles pulling it over his head, but there is nothing funny about my desperation. He slots between my open thighs perfectly, our breaths mingle as we kiss and kiss again. He cups my breasts, slipping my leather top up to bear them. He looks at me, his eyes trace my body hungrily. "Beautiful."

I smile at him and push his hair off his face. His hands rove down, tickling over my ribs to my waist. I tug on his earlobe with my teeth, reaching to shove his pants down. "Not yet, darling," he murmurs slipping his hands beneath the waist band of my trousers, "soon."

“Now," I whine as he pushes me back onto the bed, his large hand in the center of my chest, holding me down. His lips close around a nipple and heat shoots through my center, "Gale, I can't wait anymore." I writhe under his ministrations, he's stroking me over my clothes. His fingers brushing against my clit over and over.

"Interesting," he murmurs, leaving a hot wet trail with his tongue over my breast, "no panties?"

"No, never…” My voice shoots up an octave as he nibbles at my rib cage.

I push up against his hand to sit up, to look at him.

"Naughty." The muscles in his arm tighten as he leans in, keeping me on my back. I wriggle with pleasure as he peppers my lower belly with kisses, his beard tickles me and my hips buck impatiently. He removes his hand to slide off my trousers and I use the opportunity to leap forward, I pull his face to mine for a deep kiss.

"My love," he groans into my mouth, "my sweet love." His hand gently grazes the strip of hair that coats my womanhood. "Let me kiss you, darling." I let go of his face and watch as he takes my nipple into his mouth again.

I wrap my fingers in his hair, "I can feel that..." I murmur. I don't know what I'm saying, I'm obviously beyond coherent thought. He moves to my other nipple and I moan as he slips a finger inside me. He swirls it slowly, feeling my walls. I toss my head back at the sensation, I'm gushing for him. Thank the gods this is not a real bed, I'm about to ruin it.

When he puts his mouth on my clit I am trembling. He suckles softly, stroking me with his tongue as he inserts another finger. He hooks my knee over his shoulder and I grip the bed sheets as if I'm about to float away. When his tongue enters me I cry out, desperate for more. He licks the length of me, parting me, his fingers curling up and into me. The warmth is spreading from my core to my toes, to my finger tips…slipping in and out, while he worships me...

Sweet pressure is building behind my navel, I pant with the intensity of it, try to focus on the sensation...and then it snaps, like the taunt string of a bow, catching me off guard with the intensity. Back arched, I release against his mouth, blind with pleasure. He laps at me greedily, moaning into my cunt. I jerk up, away from him instinctively as I collapse back.

He kisses my thighs and I twitch feebly. I'm incoherent, numb with ecstasy as he moves back up and over me. "So lovely," he mutters into my ear. I feel him on my thigh as he lines up to enter me.

I realize he's naked, "I want to see," I mumble lifting myself. I slide my hand between my thighs, covering myself with my own arousal before I reach for him. He groans as I wrap my fingers around his base, sliding the length of him.

"Shit, Gale." I look down, "Fuck, you're huge."

He groans, "Stop that, I need to last."

"Why though?" I whisper increasing my speed, "I want to see you shatter, like the spell. Come apart all over me."

Our mouths interlock and he leans his hip into me, pushing gently at my entrance, "I'd rather come inside of you.”

I guide him into me, he gasps as I bear my hips down and clench around him. "Then fuck me, wizard."

And he is fucking me. He thrusts deep, angling and working his cock to hit the most tender parts of me. I lift myself up on my elbows, arching my back. He wraps his hands behind my waist and I feel myself rising, flying. He's looking down, watching himself enter me. "Oh, oh Gale! I'm coming!"

I hate the way I sound, so desperate and needy, but I barely have time to register the words I'm saying before... He captures my mouth in a deep kiss as everything falls away and I'm at the mercy of my own pleasure. Cresting and crashing, I ride each wave as it takes me. I wrap my legs around him, hips grinding in time with his. He is pulsing and filling me.

Finally, Gale falls slack against me, sweaty and spent. He twitches inside me and I mewl in response.

The weight of him feels so good, so right.

"I love you," his breath is soft and warm. He lifts his head from my chest, those brown precious eyes pierce me. "I'm so in love with you, Sasha."

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karalija · 1 year ago

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Theos and Aurora from the book Infinite Shimmer in the app game Time Princess by IGG.

It’s a futuristic setting on an asteroid ravaged earth and a supposed last bastion of humanity in Arcadia (hello gallifrey?). A technological wonder city, Arcadia is where the last of humanity lives in relative comfort with holograms, AI and a candy floss colored veneer. You play as Aurora, a psychologist who writes books on love and humanity who gets a partnership proposition from a brilliant scientist, Theos, to test the capabilities of his reality defying AI man.

I’m living for the push and pull between these two characters. Aurora is a hopeless romantic and I think secretly so is Theos. Except he’s too roguish to be a knight in shining armor. I sure the priceless painting of Pygmalion and Galatea Aurora receives is from him.

I cannot WAIT for chapter 2!

Song:

“American Cars” by Annie : https://open.spotify.com/track/7t1C2Z5kYtmhZGMs5mIFz2?si=rBbWVq3ZTne_4uKP0Gj87Q

#time princess #dress up time princess #infinite shimmer #Theos #Aurora #Theos and Aurora #igg #dutp #artists on tumblr #vaporwave #vaporaesthetic #hologram #starry skies #karalija #bury me with Theos glasses #boy is HOT #Aurora is a gorgeous hot mess #Spotify

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mythicaltoad · 9 months ago

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Happy birthday to Me!!!

Ft. Little Aurora and Little FLA Veneer [my little babies]

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #my art #my artwork #trolls #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #another year older #I don’t like growing old T^T #floyd’s apprentice #floyd’s apprentice veneer #trolls veneer #troll sona #my sona #sona art #self sona

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artstar1997 · 1 year ago

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Here’s another Mount Rageon oc named Zircon, who is actually non-binary. They’re the ruler of Mount Rageous and the Auncle/legal guardian of Cerise. Despite the love for partying, Zircon is a fair, benevolent and firm leader with a serious commitment to their role, with the help of their siblings, their younger sister, Ruby and twin younger brothers, Agate and Alexandrite, who rule as prefects of the regions of Mount Rageous. They were voted by their people as the next leader after their parents retired and became the ruler but they never forget their family that they would gather together once a year to celebrate. They are very close to their sister, Quartzine, who not only became a prefect of another region, she is known for her unconventional approach to charity work, alongside her husband.

Tragedy struck when Zircon was summoned to the region where Quartzine and her husband were living and the entire family were given the news that they’re dying. In her last moments in life, Quartzine gave her daughter, Cerise to Zircon so that she may not only be kept safe, she would also grow up to become the Rageon that she wishes her to be. All of Mount Rageous mourned for the loss of Quartzine but Zircon kept their sister’s legacy alive as they raised Cerise to be a proper but kind and caring princess. Zircon adopted some orphans like Lux, Gloss, Silke, Cashmere, Glimmer, and Shimmer, who grew up to become friends with Cerise and they met Marvel in school. At one time, Cerise was saved by three platinum trolls, Linden, Aurora, and Twilight, to whom he was grateful for defending their niece and they were indebted to each other.

In the Band Together storyline, Zircon, alongside Cerise, Marvel, and their friends helped Branch, Poppy, Rose, and Tiny Diamond, alongside Linden, Aurora, and Twilight rescue the BroZone and had the guards arrest Velvet and Veneer but he offered to provide help for Veneer. They were also responsible for sending Crimp as an insider to pose as an assistant.

Their VC is Sam Smith, whose music video of the song, I’m Not Here To Make Friends inspired me to design Zircon.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls oc #rageon oc #mount rageous #leader of mount rageous

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thenxghtwemxt · 5 months ago

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@opalnoble | Aurora and Elliott, The Morning After Arrival at the Bonaparte's Chambers

Against all rhyme or reason, Elliott wakes up thirsty. Quite a feat considering the four (or was it five?) bottles of various liquors polished off by the remaining Bonaparte's. But after a flurry of activity involving his valet, his sister's advisors, and the back of his brother rushing off into the unknown... Well, he's positively parched. Smelling of liquor and sweating from the new climate, he drags his feet about the Bonaparte's chambers. Slow, lethargic, and eager to find some scrupules of a drink. He barely hears the apartment doors open, or his valet's rushed apology for the Princess Aurora's sudden appearance.

"Where has all the rum gone?" Elliott complains, temperament lost somewhere between drunkenness and a brutal hangover. Only one way to fix that. Peering over his shoulder at Aurora, he nods at her. "Don't just stand there. Help me look. I swear - Maceon took the last bottle of rum to spite me." Or, more aptly, to wash away that same existential sorrow that lives beneath their veneer of disobedience.

#muse: elliott #(aurora and elliott)#opalnoble #alcohol cw #death tw

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primordialsoundmeditation · 4 months ago

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Message for 28th July ~*Compassion ~ Kuan Yin*~

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“You are a jewel.

Even though you may not see it,

All that you consider to be imperfect

Allows for greater light to shine through.

Even in darkness you are eternally bright.”

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Kuan Yin is known in Buddhism as the goddess of compassion and mercy. She views all of life with compassion and has shown up in your reading today to ask you to be compassionate towards yourself. Kuan Yin asks you to reflect on the many times you have critical thoughts about yourself.

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Make an effort to reflect on the many times you have critical thoughts about yourself. Make an effort to replace these negative thoughts with positive and loving ones. Your spirit lives always in perfection, even though from the physical plane you may perceive that you are less than perfect. Perfection exists in all things, even though we may not always see it. All is perfect and all is sacred.

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Remember that you are simply spirit clothed in matter in this journey of life. From a spiritual perspective, life is a game and its sole object is for you to remember who you truly are. You are an eternal being and you hold enormous power. Your mind may see imperfection in many things, yet in reality there is no such thing.

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The mind is bound by logic and judgment and therefore lacks spiritual awareness and compassion. What matters to your spirit is not that you strive to perfect your flaws, but that you accept them and view everything through compassionate eyes. Compassion sees through all veneers and recognizes the beauty in everything. Accept all of who you are and you will begin to see the beauty that surrounds all of life. Be compassionate towards yourself and you will see all the beauty that you are.

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#psychic #angel #guidance #love #light #ascension #lightworkers

Aurora's Love

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cenfitto · 5 months ago

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if one more person posts about aurora being a yapper because shes autistic im seriously going to start ripping throats DID YOU NOT DO THE VISUAL NOVEL. DID YOU NOT READ THE LORE. SHE IS NOT A YAPPER YOU JUST HEARD THE WORD "AUTISTIC"

IF AURORA WERE A YAPPER ORNN WOULD HAVE HATED HER!!!!! WE'RE JUST STEREOTYPING AUTISTIC PEOPLE AGAIN BUT WITH A THIN VENEER OF TWITTER/TUMBLR MEMERY!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!

#.txt #lolstuff #AND BEFORE ANYONE GETS ON MY CASE IM SAYING THIS AS AN AUTISTIC YAPPER COME THE FUCK ON #SHE IS NOT ONEEEEEEE #SHE IS QUIET AND THOUGHTFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sorry. ive seen some things on twitter #SHUT THE FUCK UP

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[female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MARJORIE GUEST]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [BRIANNE HOWEY]. You must be the [THIRTY FIVE] year old [DANCE STUDIO OWNER]. Word is you’re [POSITIVE] but can also be a bit [JEALOUS] and your favorite song is [PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BY SABRINA CARPENTER]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER'S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

@aurorabayaesthetic

tw: age difference (implied), tw: cheating, tw: abuse (implied)

Basics Name: Marjorie Guest Age: 35 Occupation: Dance Studio Owner Residence: Fisher's Cove, Aurora Bay

Personality: Marjorie’s personality is a study in contrasts. Outwardly bubbly and engaging, she exudes an infectious energy that draws people in. However, beneath this veneer lies a core of steel—a remnant of her survival instincts from her pageant days and tumultuous marriage. Her charm is deliberate, often masking a calculated approach to her interactions. While she is warm and approachable, there’s a guarded side to her, shaped by a lifetime of strategic maneuvering and personal reinvention.

Background: Marjorie Guest’s journey from Memphis to Aurora Bay is one marked by dramatic shifts and hard-won success. Born into a working-class family in a gritty part of Memphis, Tennessee, Marjorie’s early years were defined by financial hardship and limited opportunities. Her parents, struggling to make ends meet, often argued about money, and the household was marred by tension and instability.

From a young age, Marjorie was determined to escape her circumstances. She realized that her beauty and charisma could be her ticket out. By the time she was a teenager, she had already begun competing in local beauty pageants, where her striking features and graceful demeanor began to catch the eye of judges and sponsors. Her relentless drive paid off when she won the Miss Tennessee title. This achievement was not only a personal triumph but also a crucial stepping stone to a broader stage.

Winning Miss Tennessee was a turning point. It opened doors to new opportunities, and Marjorie seized them with a combination of ambition and strategic thinking. She leveraged her pageant title to secure a position with the renowned Rockettes in New York City. The high-profile role allowed her to refine her performance skills and further cement her status as a prominent figure in the entertainment industry. Her time with the Rockettes was marked by rigorous schedules, demanding rehearsals, and glittering performances, but Marjorie thrived under the spotlight, using every moment to build her personal brand.

While her career in the limelight was flourishing, Marjorie’s personal life was taking a significant turn. She entered into a high-profile marriage with a wealthy and influential businessman. The union was initially celebrated as a fairytale romance, complete with luxurious parties and high society events. However, behind the scenes, the marriage was fraught with challenges. Marjorie’s husband was controlling and unfaithful, leading to a turbulent relationship marked by public scandals and private betrayals.

After years of enduring the complexities of her marriage, Marjorie faced a major turning point when she decided to leave. The divorce was messy and highly publicized, involving lengthy legal battles and a significant financial settlement. Though the divorce was a painful chapter, it also marked the beginning of a new era for Marjorie.

Her departure from her past was also marked by a dramatic severance from her family. Feeling that her rise to fame and fortune demanded a complete break from her previous life, Marjorie made the difficult decision to cut ties with her mother and siblings. The final contact she had with her family was marred by betrayal; her mother attempted to extort money from her, exploiting the family’s strained relationship for financial gain. This act of desperation and dishonesty left Marjorie with feelings of deep resentment and emotional scars, further solidifying her resolve to distance herself from her past.

With her divorce settlement in hand and a fierce determination to forge her own path, Marjorie relocated to Aurora Bay. In this new chapter, she established herself as a dance studio owner, creating a space where elegance and discipline intertwine. Her studio quickly became a hub for the city’s elite, drawing in students and patrons who admired her success and sophistication. Despite her polished exterior, Marjorie remains a figure shaped by her past struggles and triumphs, carrying with her the lessons and scars of her journey as she continues to build her new life.

#aurorabay.intro #hello world #tw age difference #tw cheating #tw abuse #aurorabay.aesthetic

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ivpapaemeritusiv · 4 months ago

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Chapter 29: But He's The Guy You Wanna Do

Summary: Addy returns from the hospital with Meliora in this chapter, happy to rejoin the tour.

Word Count: 2,400 Words

Papa returned with Addeline and Meliora the day after their show. It was time for them to leave for the next city and that meant spending the night on a tour bus with an infant. Addeline was very surprised to see that Swiss had returned to the tour bus she shared with Papa Emeritus. Although he knew it would be torturous to see the couple together, he wanted to be near his child as much as he could.

Upon seeing the woman, he couldn't help but fall into her embrace. She cradled the large man, guiding his head to rest on her shoulder as his silent tears moistened her shirt.

“I thought I lost you,” he quietly said, careful not to let anyone around hear him.

She embraced him tightly before softly nudging him away, just as Papa appeared behind her. Following Papa’s entrance, a beautiful young woman made her way onto the bus to mingle with everyone else.

“Hi,” she said, playfully slapping Swiss on his back as she made her way past him.

Boring a look of skepticism, Addy asked hesitantly, “Who is that?”

“Oh, that’s Aurora. She’s the new ghoulette,” Swiss smiled, sensing Addy’s uneasiness.

Addy was no stranger to jealousy, threatened by beautiful women, and Aurora was certainly beautiful. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded in soft waves down her neck, framing the delicate features of her face. Small, almond-shaped eyes, a rich shade of brown, sparkled with an inner warmth that hypnotized even Addy. The woman’s teeth, resembling porcelain veneers, gleamed with a pristine brightness every time she smiled, and her natural, full lips added an inviting softness to her expression. Aurora’s high cheekbones accentuated her plump cheeks, giving her an air of both elegance and approachability. Her skin, glowing and free from blemishes, reminded Addy of a princess.

“Why is she here?” Addeline prodded for further information.

"The clergy sent her. Papa felt like we needed another soprano.”

"When did she even get here?"

"Uh... Last night. She did the show with us."

“They really needed somebody else? I guess I’m not a good enough soprano.”

Swiss laughed warmly and ruffled Addy’s hair affectionately. “You’re an amazing soprano, kid!”

* In that delicate time after Addeline's surgery, both men in her life were cautious and respectful, waiting at least six weeks before even considering touching her. They were mindful of the potential impact on her recovery and chose to keep their distance, prioritizing her well-being above all else.

This was especially difficult for Papa, having the woman right beside him every night in bed, yet having to resist the strong temptation to touch her. The internal conflict was so intense that he even toyed with the idea of relocating to the other tour bus.

The constant crying of the newborn throughout the night played a significant role in dimming any romantic atmosphere that may have arisen. Addy, worn out from her recent ordeal and the demanding schedule of breastfeeding and sleep training, was also feeling the exhaustion from the non-stop care required for the baby.

Swiss stepped in whenever possible, caring for Meliora, comforting him, and of course keeping Kaisarion occupied when the tike’s mother needed rest. Papa also assisted when he could, but the demands of the tour often kept him occupied, leading Swiss to take on a more paternal role. Copia was too busy to even notice the additional duties of his ghoul. Despite the added responsibility, Swiss embraced this role with a sense of pride and honor.

* After those long six weeks had finally come to an end Addy found herself in Swiss’s hotel room. As everyone headed into town, the couple took the opportunity to have a moment together. The group was excited to explore Russia before having to move on to Germany, but Addy subtly hinted to Papa that she needed rest, while Swiss craftily mentioned his need to stay behind and practice. They knew the band would be busy for a while, giving them a precious chance to be alone and enjoy each other's company.

Addy sat naked with her legs wrapped around Swiss’s bare body as he held the small of her back, his erection pushing into her stomach. They were lost in the moment, their lips gently touching, their embrace filled with warmth and affection.

Swiss longed for a deep connection, and although he didn’t plan on falling for someone already committed, he couldn’t deny the strong bond they shared. He saw Addy in a way that Papa didn’t, paying attention to every detail, understanding her quirks, desires, and anxieties. Addy felt seen by him.

As they made out, Swiss gently touched a spot on Addy’s back, causing her to wince in pain. “Ouch!” she exclaimed, jumping slightly.

Concerned, Swiss looked around to get a better view. To his surprise, there were several blue bruises right where he had touched her in the shape of fingerprints.

“Jesus, Addy, did he do that to you?” Swiss asked, appalled at the discolored patches of skin, “He’s not supposed to be handling you like that right now!”

She swiftly snatched the blanket behind her, wrapping it snugly around her back to conceal the colorful marks.

“He’s been very easy with me—”

“That’s not easy, Adds! Did he at least wait six weeks before he—”

“I don’t want to talk about what I do with the Cardinal while I’m here, ok?”

Swiss rolled his eyes, “Fine,” and leaned in to meet her lips again in a contentious embrace.

He unintentionally grabbed the sore spot once more causing Addy to yelp, “Goddamn it, just don’t touch me there!”

Swiss, now feeling really frustrated, snapped, “Do you at least wait 24 hours between fucking us?”

Addy’s anger burned fiercely within her. Swiss, her sweet escape, had crossed a line by judging her. How dare he? The thought raced through her mind as she shot him a cold look with her dark, piercing eyes. With a swift yank, she pulled away from him, almost taking the blanket along.

As she hastily dressed herself, Swiss let himself fall back onto the bed, realizing the weight of his words. “Addy?” he called out, hoping for her forgiveness. Ignoring him, she continued buttoning her pants, her determination clear. With her shirt in hand, she started walking towards the door, but Swiss swiftly intercepted, positioning himself between her and the exit. “Come on, Addy! Please don’t go. I’m truly sorry,” he pleaded.

“You don’t get to judge me, Swiss!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. I don’t come here for that.”

He took a short stride towards her, “Then what do you come here for?”

Addy found herself at a loss for words in response to Swiss’s question. As he stood before her, her body language began to relax, her anger subsiding. He spoke calmly, almost whispering, and his charming smile caught her attention, “Damn it,” she thought, feeling a mix of frustration and attraction.

He tenderly placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her gently towards him. Their faces inched closer, their lips barely touching, creating an intimate and electric connection. The air between them was charged with anticipation at the promise of a passionate kiss.

“Can you take your pants back off?” he laughed, flashing a crooked smile.

She beamed at him and undressed herself once more. She became animalistic, kissing him with tiny bites on his lips, igniting a fiery passion between them. In a bold move, she pushed him onto the bed, the intensity of their connection overpowering any inhibitions. The room filled with the intoxicating blend of their desires.

She felt a surge of curiosity and a longing to break free from the ordinary. Taking the lead, she got down onto her knees and crawled toward the man until she found herself between his legs. Addy climbed up his limbs until she was face to face with a part of his body that was quite aroused. She gave the tip a gentle kiss and then a few licks before placing only the head of it into her mouth. Swiss looked down, finding himself engulfed in a haze of pleasure, “What are you doing? He asked.

She slowly let her mouth swallow more of him, leaving his senses blurred. Every touch, every caress sent waves of ecstasy through his body.

“Fuck! Addy, you’re going to make me cum.”

She laughed at this and continued her work. Swiss’s face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and delight. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth; his eyeballs sparkled with joy, “Addy!”

She reveled in the pleasure she was bestowing upon him, her satisfaction grew with every gasp and moan, knowing that she was the source of his ultimate desire. “Is this what it feels like?” She couldn’t help but wonder if Papa’s preference for dominance was connected to the power she was experiencing in that moment.

That moment was fleeting as Swiss swiftly pulled her up by her arms and playfully tossed her onto the bed. The burst of excitement and laughter filled the air, “Damn it! I was having fun.”

He looked at her with his big smile, “Your fun almost caused an explosion in your mouth.”

Swiss, very ready for her, pushed in to her wet opening. She let out a soft gasp unaware of how ready she had been for him as well. He gently sucked her neck, being careful not to leave any marks that could be traced by Copia.

Addy’s face twisted with delight, her expression reflecting the intense enjoyment of what Swiss was doing to her.

Just as Swiss noticed Addy right on the edge of release, he longed to give her back some of the power she was just experiencing.

“Addy, babe,” he started to explain, “I’m going to flip you over, okay?”

“No… no… no…” Addy cried out in displeasure at the mere thought of it, “don’t please, don’t take it out!” She placed a hand on his back and tried to hold him in place—a futile attempt considering how much stronger the ghoul was.

“I swear to God it’s going to be quick, ok?” Swiss reassured her.

He focused his attention, holding her tightly, and readied himself to swiftly transition to a new position without interrupting her concentration.

He counted to three in his head, flipped her so that she was now on top and plunged back into her again so quickly that a second had barely passed before he was hammering into her again.

“You still cummin’?” he asked, worried she’d have to start building up again from scratch.

She was. She just needed a little coaxing from the man. He understood her desire to take charge, so he decided to give her an opportunity to lead, “Come on Addy, ride me,” he encouraged her, “Make me cum!”

The woman arched her back and rocked back and forth violently as though she were trying to hang on to a bucking bull. He reveled in the vibrant display of her seizing control, as if she were the conductor of a passionate symphony, orchestrating every note of their shared desire. He felt himself building up to an explosion, “Addy, I’m going to cum, you gotta get off.”

Swiss didn’t want to risk getting Addy pregnant again. He wanted to be cautious and avoid any unintended consequences, but she was making it really hard, “Addy, I can’t hold back,” his entire body began to ache for release as Addy’s inner walls tightened around his swollen cock.

As she screamed in delight, he quickly sat up, breaking the hold she had on him. With a mix of surprise and amusement, Addy let out a laugh as sticky white fluid shot onto her body.

Relieved that he pulled out in the nick of time, he let himself fall back on the pillow. The sound of Addy’s laughter echoing through the room made him raise an eyebrow, “Adds, you’re fucked up. Why don’t we keep the baby-making within the bounds of your marriage from here on out, okay?”

She nodded, still covered in him. Using the blankets, she gently wiped herself off, then sank down beside him. He glanced at her, feeling content in almost every possible way. Wrapping his arm around her, he held her close to his chest.

The scent of sweat lingered in her hair, a reminder of their recent activities. With one hand resting on his chest, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, “I suppose I should go,” she said softly.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, planting a tender kiss between her eyes. The moment was pure bliss, but it was time to return to Papa.

* On that evening, Papa treated Addy and their children to a rare dinner outing. Meliora peacefully slept in the stroller beside Addeline, while Kaisarion sat next to his father. "You're always on your best behavior when you're not with your sister," Papa remarked to the young boy.

"That's because Elizabeth has more naughty ideas than I do, daddy," Kaisarion replied.

Papa chuckled, feigning surprise, "Is that so?" enjoying the light-hearted moment with his son.

The boy ate his chicken fingers as his parents conversed, "How are you feeling, Tesoro?"

"I'm feeling fine, Papa. Why do you ask?" she questioned.

Leaning discreetly over the table, away from little ears, he whispered, "We've only recently reconnected since your surgery."

Addy smiled, understanding his meaning, "Ah, right. I feel great, Papa. It was just a minor surgery."

"I still worry," he admitted.

The woman teased him, “You didn't seem too concerned the other night," playfully reminding him of his carefree behavior.

Papa blushed slightly and recoiled, "I can't resist sometimes. It's like you're a bag of blood, and I'm a hungry vampire."

“Like the Cullins?”

“The who?” Copia was confused.

“Twilight,” she tried explaining, “They want human blood but have to settle for…” she abandoned her attempt to educate him on millennial culture, “Oh never mind.” She thought to herself this must be what Sister feels like trying to explain the simplest of things to Papa Nihil.

He shifted the conversation while taking a bite of his food. "Amore, I spoke with Sister, and she wants to gather documents for tax season. She needs all the expenses for this current tour since it was such a big undertaking."

“Of course, Papa. Kevin and Ashley keep all that in a folder. I believe it’s on one of the buses.”

Thank you, Amore," he said to her.

As he looked at his wife, he couldn't help but admire everything she'd given him. He wasn't ignorant of the fact that she wasn't entirely satisfied with her position, but he was grateful she accepted it without a fuss. He felt fortunate to have such an obedient wife and chuckled to himself, how worried he once was that she wouldn't marry him.

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proserpinaem · 1 year ago

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Back on my hyperfixation shenanigans so I have not slept and here's a list of what I consider to be the prettiest beetles, butterflies and moths, damselflies, and grasshoppers and crickets that inhabit Colorado and Kentucky according to insectidentification.org :

COLORADO

Emerald ash borer (Agrilus planipennis)

Fifteen-spotted lady beetle (Anatis labiculata)

Golden tortoise beetle (Charidotella sexpunctata)

Knapweed root weevil (Cyphocleonus achates)

Longhorn beetle (Semanotus amethystinus)

Dogbane Leaf Beetle (Chrysochus auratus)

European Ground Beetle (Carabus nemoralis)

Golden Net-wing Beetle (Dictyoptera aurora)?

Margined Blister Beetle (Epicauta funebris)

May Beetle - P. lanceolata (Phyllophaga lanceolata)

Mottled Tortoise Beetle (Deloyala guttata)

Pleasing Fungus Beetle (Gibbifer californicus)

Poplar Borer Beetle (Saperda calcarata)

Shining Leaf Chafer - Anomala spp. (Anomala spp.)

Signate Lady Beetle (Hyperaspis signata)

American Lappet Moth (Phyllodesma americana)

Cinnabar Moth (Tyria jacobaeae)

Common Checkered-Skipper (Pyrgus communis)

Glover's Silkmoth (Hyalophora columbia gloveri)

Great Ash Sphinx Moth (Sphinx chersis)

Autumn Meadowhawk (Sympetrum vicinum)

Black Saddlebags Skimmer (Tramea lacerata)

Bird Grasshopper (Schistocerca spp.)

Obscure Bird Grasshopper (Schistocerca obscura)

Sooty Longwing Katydid (Capnobotes fulginosus)

KENTUCKY

Andrew's Snail-eating Beetle (Scaphinotus andrewsii)

Black Firefly (Lucidota atra)

Calligrapha Beetle (Calligrapha spp)

Eastern Hercules Beetle (Dynastes tityus)

Emerald Euphoria Beetle (Euphoria fulgida)

Glowworm (Phengodes spp.)

Goldsmith Beetle (Cotalpa lanigera)

Metallic Wood-boring Beetle: Chalcophora (Chalcophora fortis)

Notched-mouth Ground Beetle (Dicaelus purpuratus)

One-spotted Tiger Beetle (Apterodela unipuncata)

Rainbow Darkling Beetle (Tarpela micans)

Rainbow Scarab Beetle (Phanaeus vindex)

Six-spotted Tiger Beetle (Cicindela sexguttata)

Southern Sculptured Pine Borer Beetle (Chalcophora georgiana)

Stag Beetle (Lucanus capreolus)

Twice-stabbed Lady Beetle (Chilocorus stigma)

Vietinghoff's Ground Beetle (Carabus vietinghoffii)

Abbott's Sphinx Moth (Sphecodina abbottii)

American Ermine Moth (Yponomeuta multipunctella)

Arched Hooktip (Drepana arcuata)

American Bird's-Wing Moth (Dypterygia rozmani)

Arcigera Flower Moth (Schinia arcigera)

Attentive Crocus Moth (Xanthotype attenuaria)

Basswood Leafroller (Pantographa limata)

Beautiful Wood-Nymph (Eudryas grata)

Black-waved Flannel Moth (Megalopyge crispata)

Blackberry Looper (Chlorochlamys chloroleucaria

Blinded Sphinx Moth (Paonias excaecata)

Bluish Spring Moth (Lomographa semiclarata

Buck Moth (Hemileuca maia)

Carmine Snout Moth (Peoria approximella)

Carrot Seed Moth (Sitochroa palealis)

Cecropia Silk Moth (Hyalophora cecropia)

Changeable Grass-Veneer (Fissicrambus mutabilis)

Colorful Zale (Zale minerea)

Common Lytrosis Moth (Lytrosis unitaria)

Confused Eusarca (Eusarca confusaria)

Cross-lined Wave (Timandra amaturaria)

Curve-toothed Geometer (Eutrapela clemataria)

Dark-banded Geometer (Ecliptopera atricolorata)

Deep Yellow Euchlaena (Euchlaena amoenaria)

Diaphania costata (Diaphania costata

Dimorphic Macalla (Epipaschia superatalis)

Dot-lined White (Artace cribrarius)

Dotted Gray (Glena cribrataria)

Drab Prominent (Misogada unicolor)

Eight-spotted Forester Moth (Alypia octomaculata)

Elder Shoot Borer (Achatodes zeae)

Explicit Arches (Lacinipolia explicata)

Eyed Paectes Moth (Paectes oculatrix)

Falcate Orangetip (Anthocharis midea) (female)

Fall Webworm (Hyphantria cunea)

False Crocus Geometer (Xanthotype urticaria

Fervid Plagodis (Plagodis fervidaria)

Fig Sphinx (Pachylia ficus)

Friendly Probole Moth (Probole amicaria)

Giant Leopard Moth (Hypercompe scribonia)

Goldcap Moss-eater Moth (Epimartyria auricrinella)

Gray-edged Hypena (Hypena madefactalis)

Green Arches (Anaplectoides prasina)

Hag Moth (Phobetron pithecium

Hibiscus Leaf Caterpillar Moth (Rusicada privata)

Imperial Moth (Eacles imperialis)

Lesser Maple Spanworm Moth (Speranza pustularia

Luna Moth (Actias luna)

Melissa Blue Butterfly (Plebejus melissa spp.)

Modest Sphinx Moth (Pachysphinx modesta)

Morbid Owlet Moth (Chytolita morbidalis)

Orange-patched Smoky Moth (Pyromorpha dimidiata)

Pale Beauty (Campaea perlata)

Pale Lichen Moth (Crambidia pallida)

Pale Metarranthis (Metarranthis indeclinata)

Pandorus Sphinx Moth (Eumorpha pandorus)

Parthenice Tiger Moth (Apantesis parthenice)

Pearly Wood-Nymph Moth (Eudryas unio)

Pero Moth (Pero spp.)

Pink-patched Looper (Eosphoropteryx thyatyroides)

Pipevine Swallowtail (Battus philenor)

Pistachio Emerald Moth (Hethemia pistasciaria)

Plebeian Sphinx Moth (Paratrea plebeja) (Caterpillar)

Primrose Moth (Schinia florida)

Promiscuous Angle Moth (Macaria promiscuata)

Raspberry Pyrausta (Pyrausta signatalis)

Rustic Sphinx Moth (Manduca rustica)

Saddleback Caterpillar Moth (Acharia stimulea)

Saddled Yellowhorn (Colocasia flavicornis)

Salt-and-pepper Looper Moth (Syngrapha rectangula)

Satin Moth (Leucoma salicis)

Scarlet-winged Lichen Moth (Hypoprepia miniata)

Schlaeger's Fruitworm Moth (Antaeotricha schlaegeri)

Showy Emerald Moth (Dichorda iridaria)

Small Bird Dropping Moth (Ponometia erastrioides)

Snowy Urola (Urola nivalis)

Sorghum Webworm Moth (Nola cereella)

Southern Flannel Moth (Megalopyge opercularis)

Southern Longhorn Moth (Adela caeruleella)

Southern Pine Sphinx (Lapara coniferarum)

Southern Tussock Moth (Dasychira meridionalis)

The Badwing (Dyspteris abortivaria)

Unspotted Looper Moth (Allagrapha aerea)

Venerable Dart Moth (Agrotis venerabilis

Vine Sphinx Moth (Eumorpha vitis)

Walnut Sphinx Moth (Amorpha juglandis)

Wavy-lined Emerald Moth (Synchlora aerata)

Western Grapeleaf Skeletonizer Moth (Harrisina metallica)

White Flannel Moth (Norape ovina)

White Slant-line Moth (Tetracis cachexiata)

White-fringed Emerald Moth (Nemoria mimosaria)

Yucca Moth (Tegeticula, Greya, and Prodoxus spp.)

Carolina Locust (Dissosteira carolina)

Eastern Shieldback Katydid (Atlanticus spp.)

Slender Meadow Katydid (Conocephalus fasciatus)

True Katydid (Pterophylla camellifolia)

Ebony Jewelwing (Calopteryx maculata)

Midland Clubtail (Gomphurus fraternus)

Red Saddlebags (Tramea onusta)

Seepage Dancer (Argia bipunctulata)

#hyperfixation #em'ry macaire #rambles #insects #Colorado #Kentucky

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jokerislandgirl32 · 1 year ago

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About Me (aka: JIG32 Intro)!

I’ve been wanting to add this to my pinned for a while, so here it is! It is broken up into 3 Sections for you all to get to know me better: General ( the basic info about me), Blog Stuff (what you will see on my blog, my f/o and s/i list), My Favorite Things (some of my favorite things: shows, movies, animals, etc!).

Feel free to ask me/speak to me about anything you read here! I may be slow answering asks/interacting, but I love interacting with my mutuals!

Please see below cut! Tw for moving gifs and trauma mention!

General

💜 27 year old female.

💜 Libra! B-day: October 4th.

💜 Christian.

💜 Demisexual.

💜 College Graduate! Associate’s in General Studies and Bachelor’s of Science in History.

💜 Educator of littles by day (kindergarten whooo), and fangirl of villains and other misunderstood characters by night / when I’ve got a break from work.

💜 I love to spend time with my loved ones, sing, listen to music, obsess over my favorite characters and media, write, decorate, spend time in nature, and organize items!

💜 Cat mom to 4 cats (one boy and 3 girls).

💜 Mommy to an angel baby, Alexandria Rinella Varmitech 👼

💜 I’ve gone through a lot of trauma and hardship in my life, but my faith, my loved ones, and my favorite characters and media have helped me through it all! So this blog is like a love letter to all of that!

Blog Stuff

💜 I’m a fanfic author and wishful artist (I’m not very skilled at either, but I try).

💜 Hugeeee Fan of Zach Varmitech, Arthur Fleck, any version of the Joker, Kevin Wendell Crumb, Loki, Oswald Cobblepot, Cedric the Sorcerer, The Grinch (2018 version my beloved), and Klarion the Witch Boy. My blog content is centered around these characters.

💜 Self shipper! You will see A LOT of self shipping stuff on this blog. My main romantic f/o is Zach Varmitech from Wild Kratts. My self insert is Violet Virginia Varmitech nèe Tyler! I’m iffy sharing Zach, but if you respect me, and Zach and Violet, (show us no hatred), I am fine sharing him!

💜My secondary romantic f/o is the Grinch from the 2018 Illumination Grinch movie. My self insert is Aurora Borealis Who! I am completely fine sharing Grinch!

💜 I selfship platonically with Gaston Gourmand from Wild Kratts, but he’s also a bit of a crush/potential romantic f/o. I ship Gourmand with Zach as well, so I consider Zach, Gourmand, and Violet to have something of a poly relationship. I am okay sharing Gourmand!

💜 Veneer from Trolls 3 is a platonic/familial f/o of mine. He’s like my supportive best friend and brother!

💜 I also selfship romantically with Arthur Fleck, Young Justice Joker, and Loki. My s/i for Arthur and YJ Joker is Clarissa Wane. I haven’t figured out a s/i for Loki yet, but I’m thinking she’ll be called Scarlett. These are more “former relationships” of mine, but I still love each of these characters dearly, and I’m completely fine sharing them!

💜 The specific content you will find on this blog will include: Zach Varmitech Gushing, Wild Kratts content, Ziolet (Zach and Violet) posts, fanfic and au posts, posts about any of my other favorite characters/media, quotes I relate to/ I am inspired by, funny memes, funny/cute animal/nature posts, and fall/holiday stuff (Halloween and Christmas countdowns, etc.).

💜 Ask box/requests are always open, see my pinned post for more info, but I may be slow responding to asks/requests!

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things…

💜 Favorite shows: Wild Kratts, A Haunting, Green Acres, Gilligan’s Island, Sofia the First, Young Justice, Gotham, 90 Day Fiancé (and any/all spinoffs), The Waltons, Little House On The Prairie, Andi Mack.

💜 Favorite Movies: Signs, Split (2016), The Dark Knight, Joker (2019), The Conjuring, Sleepy Hollow, Hocus Pocus, Twitches, Corpse Bride, Horton Hears A Who!, The Grinch (2018), Elf, A Christmas Story, The Lorax, Rise of the Guardians, Titanic, The Great Gatsby (2013), Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok.

💜 Favorite animals/insects: Cats are my favorite animals, and butterflies are my favorite insect. I also love all wild cats, foxes, raccoons, deer, turtles, moths, dragonflies, hummingbirds, and fish!

💜 Favorite season: Fall.

💜 Favorite holiday: Halloween, but I also love Thanksgiving and Christmas.

💜 Favorite Music Artists: Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Elton John, Big Time Rush, AURORA, Ellie Goulding, Oh Wonder, Conor Maynard, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez are among my favorites!

💜 Favorite colors: Royal blue, sky blue, violet, lilac, emerald green, blue violet, black, gray, silver.

💜 Favorite Places To Be: At the Outer Banks or in the Blue Ridge Mountains!

I will likely update this post in the future!

💜 - JIG32

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Coming Undone

Summary: Copia breaks down after Imperator's death, but his ghouls are there for him Warnings: Major character death, grief/mourning, RHRN spoilers Pairing: None

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Copia stands at the front of the ritual chamber, his mind numb as he delivers another monotonous speech. The words roll off his tongue without him realizing what he's saying, as if the script has been ingrained in him for years. The ghouls sit around the edges of the room, watching their newly crowned Frater Imperator with concern. They can hear it—the strain in his voice, the tightness in his breath. Their ears, sensitive to even the slightest shifts in sound, pick up the tension that others might overlook. Sister Imperator is dead. And Copia hasn’t properly mourned her. He tries to mask it—he’s always been good at that, pretending everything is fine. For as long as they’ve known him, he’s hid his pain beneath a veneer of charm, but the ghouls know better. He’s holding on by a thread. Sister Imperator wasn’t just his leader. She was his mother, though he never addressed her as such. "Sister," he always called her, as if the professional distance could shield him from the truth of their bond. But now that she’s gone, the weight of her absence presses down on him with the force of an ocean, and the title of Frater Imperator feels like an anchor dragging him into the depths. The ceremony concludes, the applause is muted. Copia turns away from the crowd, his face pale and drawn. He doesn’t look at the ghouls as he exits the chamber, his boots echoing in the silence. Sodo shifts uneasily, his fiery nature at odds with the stillness of the air.

“He’s going to crack,” he mutters, low enough that only the ghouls around him can hear.

“It’s only a matter of time.” Mountain states.

“We need to be there when he does.” Rain’s voice is soft, like the distant patter of rain on a window.

“He’s holding everything in. But we can’t force him. We have to wait.” Swiss adds.

“I can feel it, too. His grief is… thick. It’s in the air.” Phantom fidgets, his quintessence energy humming around him. Aurora and Cumulus exchange glances, their shared connection through the air making them equally aware of the tension hanging like a storm cloud above them all.

“Give him space for now,” Cirrus says quietly. “But not too much. He needs us.” The ghouls nod in agreement, and they disperse, silently communicating their plan to stay close, yet not intrude. Copia retreats to his quarters. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it, eyes closed. For a long moment, he just breathes, each inhale shaky, each exhale hollow. His hands tremble as he removes his gloves, tossing them aside. The weight of the title, the loss, the expectations—they’re crushing him. He moves to the mirror, staring at his reflection. The pale face looking back at him is unfamiliar, drawn and haunted. His chest tightens, and he presses a hand over his heart, as if trying to hold the pain in, trying to keep it from spilling out.

But he can’t.

With a strangled sob, he crumples to the floor, clutching his chest as though the grief is physically tearing him apart. Tears he’s been holding back for days stream down his face, and he curls in on himself, his shoulders shaking with silent cries. He doesn’t hear the door creak open, but the ghouls hear him. They’ve been listening, waiting, and when the first sob escaped his throat, they moved as one. Sodo is the first to kneel beside him, his body radiating warmth.

“Copia,” he says softly, his voice rough but gentle. “You don’t have to hold this in.”

“I—I have to be strong,” he chokes out. “I’m Frater Imperator now. I have to—” Copia shakes his head, tears blurring his vision.

“You’re still you,” Swiss interrupts, crouching down on his other side. “You don’t have to carry all this alone.”

“You’ve lost Sister. It’s okay to grieve.” Rain kneels at his feet, his touch cool and soothing as he places a hand on Copia’s knee.

“I… I didn’t get to say goodbye,” he whispers, his voice broken. “I didn’t tell her—how much I—” Copia’s breath hitches, and more tears spill down his cheeks.

“She knew,” Mountain rumbles, his deep voice grounding. “She knew, Copia. You showed her every day.”

“It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.” Copia shakes his head, curling further into himself. Aurora and Cumulus kneel beside him, their presence like a gentle breeze, comforting and calming.

“You were everything to her,” Aurora says softly.

“And you are everything to us.” Phantom’s energy buzzes with empathy as he crouches near Copia’s head, his voice a whisper of reassurance.

“You don’t have to pretend with us. Let it out," he whispers. The room is filled with quiet, supportive energy. Copia sobs openly now, years of bottled-up emotions finally spilling out. Sodo’s arms are around him, warm and secure, anchoring him as he breaks. Rain’s cool touch on his hand reminds him that he isn’t alone, that the ghouls are there, all of them, ready to hold him up when he feels like falling.

“You’re not alone in this. We’re family, too. We’re here for you, Copia.” Swiss gently lifts Copia’s chin, making him meet his gaze. Copia nods, though words fail him. His breath comes in shallow gasps, his tears still flowing, but the crushing weight of his grief seems a little lighter with the ghouls by his side. They don’t ask for explanations or demand he be strong. They simply offer their presence, their understanding, their love. And in that moment, for the first time since Sister’s death, Copia feels like maybe, just maybe, he can survive this. Not because he’s Frater Imperator, but because he isn’t alone. They stay with him until the storm of his grief subsides, the room quiet but filled with the unspoken bond they all share. And as Copia’s breathing steadies and his tears dry, he leans into the warmth of his ghouls, letting their strength become his own.

#the band ghost fanfic

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