#a dynamic so impossible to understand its intriguing

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9188 | stars @ leafs | 02.07.24

[bamfkeeper]

Absolution. | K.W

warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | AFAB reader | Religious themes | Priest/sinner roleplay | Soft dom/sub dynamics | Dirty talk | Spanking | Slight bondage | Anal sex | Sex toys | Corruption themes. Obviously not realistic don't just have anal sex without prep 😭

Do not read if this if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, please just skip it. I mean no disrespect to religion, this is just a stupid fanfic please do not take this seriously.

a/n: I started this fic in JULY. So if the writing seems a little weird, that's why. I've grown a lot since I first started this blog so my style has switched up a bit. I tried to keep to Kurt's character even with the scenario, hopefully I balanced it out okay. Probably not everyone's thing so...don't read if not. Slowly making my way back here. Not proofread, will do at a later date. ;; wc: 4.7k

You were so bored.

It was a lazy day at the mansion, your boredom drove you into a cleaning frenzy. While rummaging through Kurt's wardrobe, you stumbled upon something you hadn't seen before. "Kurt, is this..." you begin, your voice trailing off as you carefully extract the garment from its hiding place.

Kurt glances up from the book he held, perched on the chair sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes softening with recognition. "Ah, ja...my robes," he responds, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Rising from his seat, he approaches you with measured steps, gently taking the robes from your hands. "I have not worn them in quite some time," he muses, his fingers tracing the familiar fabric with reverence.

Intrigued by this glimpse into Kurt's past, you can't help but tilt your head, "You should put them on." Your curiosity piqued, you add, "I'd love to see how you look in them." You didn't share the same views, which might've been why Kurt was a bit reserved about that part of himself, not wanting to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.

You make yourself comfortable on the bed, eager to see how he looked in his robes. Kurt, ever obliging, nods in response to your request and begins to don his priestly attire. The process is unhurried, almost ritualistic, as he carefully slips into each layer. Once fully dressed, he turns his attention to the details, his fingers working to adjust the collar just so. Standing before the mirror, Kurt takes a moment to assess his reflection, his expression a mixture of familiarity and something like nostalgia crosses his features.

"Well, what do you think, liebling?" he inquired, slowly rotating to face you with his arms slightly extended. His end of his tail tail swayed under the end of the robe in a languid motion as his eyes met yours, curiosity evident in his gaze. As you observed him, an unexpected sensation stirred within you, a powerful and undeniable attraction that you found impossible to ignore. You felt shame bubble in your belly, you shouldn't be this attracted to him like this. It was wrong, but...it felt so right.

Drawn by this magnetic pull, you rose from your seat and approached him. Your voice was low and appreciative as you commented, "You look really good wearing this." Your hand, almost of its own accord, traced a path up his chest, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. He responded with a soft, knowing chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah... I see that mischievous glint in your eyes. You're thinking naughty things, aren't you?" he remarked, gently placing his hand over yours to halt its exploratory journey.

"I understand what you desire, liebe," he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "However, I'm not certain I can fulfill that wish while wearing these garments. They hold too much sacred meaning for me...engaging in such activities while wearing them would feel far too blasphemous." His words trailed off, leaving an air of regret hanging between you.

Kurt held his religious beliefs close to his heart, creating a conflict between his desire not to disappoint you and his need to maintain the sanctity of his attire. The struggle was obvious in his expression as he grappled with the dilemma of wanting to please you without compromising his deeply held convictions.

"Why don't we pretend?" you suggested with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Something along the lines of roleplaying, maybe? Given your natural flair for theatrics and showmanship, I'm sure you could have fun with it." The proposition wasn't without merit, and he thought about it for a moment, his mind clearly working through the possibilities. His head tilted to the side in contemplation, and reaching his internal consensus, he nodded in agreement, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Very well," he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and enthusiasm. "We can certainly give that a try. If it brings you happiness, then I'm more than willing." His smile widened as he leaned in, planting a gentle, affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. "However, I'll need a moment to prepare. Allow me to make some alterations to my appearance and demeanor. I have a different robe I will change into, very similar to this one, don't worry. Just less significant to me."

And just like that, the scene was set.

In what felt like a few moments, Kurt had transformed. He now stood towering above you, his presence suddenly commanding and authoritative.

You were on your knees before him, a position that encouraged the power dynamic you both had agreed to explore. Kurt reached down and cupped your chin in his hand, gentle and assertive, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually warm and playful, now held a hint of stern judgment, perfectly in character for the role he had assumed.

"Well, well," he began, his voice taking on a rich, sonorous quality that sent a shiver down your spine. "You've been quite the naughty sinner, haven't you?" His tone carried a note of playful admonishment, but there was an underlying current of something more intense. "After all the transgressions you've committed, you now come seeking absolution? Seeking forgiveness from me?" He questioned, his delivery starting off with a hint of theatrical flair.

It was clear that this was new territory for him, and initially, he felt a touch of self-consciousness, a slight awkwardness in inhabiting this unfamiliar role. However, as he continued, you could see him settling into the character, his confidence growing with each word. His initial hesitation was rapidly giving way to a more controlled, measured performance, as he found his footing in this improvised scenario.

You felt nervous and excited, the feelings coursing through your veins, having never engaged in 'roleplay' before. A slight tremor shook your voice and a few nervous chuckles followed, you managed to formulate a response. "Oh, Father Wagner," you began, your words held playful desperation, "I've been so busy, I haven’t had the time to come to you. But now, I find myself in dire need of spiritual cleansing. You're the only one who possesses the power to absolve me of my sins." As the words left your lips, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of the scenario.

"My child," he responded, his tone suddenly shifting, "The act of sinning is no trivial matter to be taken lightly." His abrupt immersion into the 'role' caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily stunned. He released his grip on your chin and fixed you with a stern, unyielding gaze. "However," he continued, his voice low and resonant, "You are fortunate indeed. For I have been bestowed the ability to purge the corruption of sin from your very soul."

A part of you wanted to burst into laughter, seeing him adopt such a serious demeanor for this playful charade was a surprise. However, not wanting to shatter the illusion or dampen the enjoyment of the moment, you made a conscious effort to maintain your composure and play along. You gave a slight bow with your head, responding in a soft, reverent tone, "Yes, Father Wagner." You repeated his title, savoring the way it rolled off your tongue.

Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet his, your eyes wide and imploring, your features arranged into the most innocent expression you could muster. "I humbly beseech you," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, "Please, cleanse my soul of its impurities."

Kurt gently lifted you from the floor and guided you to the bed. "I will have to start with the basics, my dear, but do not be afraid. I promise you, I will purify your soul," he whispered, his voice acting as a soothing balm to your nerves. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he guided you to lay across the edge of the bed, his touch both firm and gentle. "Now, stay perfectly still..." he hummed, his voice a low, melodic rumble. You felt him move away, his presence shifting to the side as he reached for something unseen.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you attempted to turn your head, eager to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. However, Kurt's hand swiftly returned, his palm warm against the back of your head as he held you in place. "Ah, nein, my little sinner," he chided softly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "You must remain still for the cleansing ritual to work its magic." His fingers began to move, gently scratching your scalp in a soothing manner before he slowly withdrew his touch.

You couldn't help but let out a small huff of frustration, torn between the desire to see and the need to obey his instructions. Despite your impatience, you forced yourself to comply, your body relaxing into the position he had placed you in.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, your voice a mixture of resignation and anticipation. "What exactly do you have in store for me, Father Wagner?" The question hung in the air, your curiosity peaking as you waited, body tense with expectation. The soft sound of Kurt's footsteps reached your ears as he moved around the room. When he returned, you sensed his presence beside you, accompanied by the subtle rustle of fabric.

"I have something special for you, mein Schatz," he murmured, his accent thickening slightly with emotion. You heard the gentle thud of an object being placed on the bed next to you, and from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a small, ornate box. The sight of it only heightened your curiosity, and Kurt knew it.

"This has all of my cleansing tools, my dear. I promise you I will be forgiven when I am done," Kurt said, his voice a low, husky whisper. His hand glided over the curve of your ass, slow and deliberate, his touch both gentle and electrifying. The anticipation built with each passing second, your skin tingling under his fingertips. Just as you began to relax into his caress, he suddenly laid a firm smack to your backside. The sharp sound echoed in the room, followed immediately by a stinging sensation that spread across your skin.

Your eyes widened in shock, and before you could process what had happened, a sharp cry of surprise escaped your lips. "Ah, Kurt!" You spat out, shock in your tone as you blinked and registered the sensation. The unexpected nature of his action left you breathless, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend that he had actually spanked you, of all things.

"Es tut mir Leid, schatz...are you okay?" Kurt asked, his voice shifting from the dominant tone he had adopted earlier to one of concern. He paused, breaking character for a moment as he gently rubbed his hand over your backside, soothing the lingering sting from his unexpected strike. The tender ministrations of his fingers helped ease the sensation, and you realized that while the spank had been surprising, it hadn't actually hurt. You still appreciated his attentiveness and care, even in the midst of your roleplay. You nodded, meeting his gaze to reassure him of your well-being.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, your voice a little breathier than usual. A smile played at the corners of your mouth as you continued, "I just didn't expect it, but I'm down if that's what you wanna do." Your words came out as a purr, laden with a newfound excitement.

A playful glint danced in your eyes, reflecting your growing intrigue with this unexpected turn of events. Kurt's cheeks flushed a light shade of violet, betraying his initial surprise at your enthusiastic response.

For a moment, his carefully constructed persona faltered, and you caught a glimpse of the sweet, sometimes shy man beneath the dominant exterior.

He quickly cleared his throat, visibly attempting to regain his composure and slip back into character. As you watched him struggle to maintain his role, you felt a wave of affection wash over you. You were genuinely touched that he had taken the time to check in and ensure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. You gave him a nod, silently telling him you were good to continue.

He delivered another firm smack to your ass, this time with increased intensity. "Such a mischievous creature you are, I certainly have my work cut out for me, ja? What shall I do with such a naughty thing..." he mused, allowing his hand to caress one of your cheeks tenderly before administering another spank. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you bit down gently, eliciting a smile from him. "Remember, liebe, if you wish to stop, simply say 'red'," he cooed reassuringly, planting a gentle kiss along your spine. You nodded in understanding, acknowledging the safe word.

Kurt delicately parted you, tilting his head to the side with a knowing and somewhat playful smile. "My, my, you're already quite aroused, my little sinner...truly a naughty thing indeed. It seems I shall have to purify you in an alternative manner." His voice carried a blend of amusement and authority, causing your heart to race even more rapidly than before. He leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing your skin, as he continued in a low, seductive murmur, "This cleansing will be most thorough, I assure you. It will be an experience that shall linger in your memory for quite some time to come...and make you think twice before committing a sin again."

You could feel something warm on your ass and you stiffened slightly, feeling a lubricated finger gently teasing the ring of muscle. He felt your body grow tense, noticing the subtle shift in your posture. Kurt circled his finger around the tightened muscle, trying to ease the tension. "Are you alright, Liebling?" Kurt asked softly, his voice concerned again. "Remember, you can say 'red' if you want to stop at any point," he reminded gently, emphasizing your safety and comfort above all else.

"I-I'm okay, just new...is all." You managed to reply, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. The sensation of your stomach tightening made everything feel a lot more sensitive. You had never done this before, and the unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling a bit unsure, but willing to try it.

Kurt slowly pushed his finger past the muscle and you gasped. His finger weaseled its way into you, gently pumping in and out, the lube making it much easier than without. The sensation was so weird, but it felt so good too.

"Nngh...that feels good..." you murmured softly, your entire body melting into his gentle caress. With each delicate movement of his finger, you instinctively leaned back towards him, craving more of his touch. The sensation coursed through you, feeling so alien and unfamiliar, yet simultaneously exhilarating and soothing. The pleasure it brought left you yearning for more, desperate to feel more pleasure from your puckered entrance.

"Does it now? Well...a delicate little thing like you would naturally be drawn to this, wouldn't you? Such a taboo act...and here you are, completely enthralled by it." Kurt's voice was a low, melodious hum, tinged with a playfully sinister undertone. He deliberately withdrew his finger at an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every second of your squirming reaction. His intense gaze locked onto yours, observing with rapt attention as you quivered while looking over your shoulder at him.

The corners of his lips gradually curled upward into a self-satisfied smirk, clearly relishing the profound effect he was having on you. "Look at you, already trembling like a leaf," he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper, the intoxicating thrill of dominance unmistakable in both his tone and his piercing stare.

He decided to indulge in further exploration, his hands delicately gliding up the expanse of your bare back. He paused momentarily to bestow a gentle, comforting massage upon your shoulders, gradually easing away any lingering tension that might have been nestled within your muscles. His fingers traced a path down your spine, offering a soothing rub that coaxed you into an even deeper state of relaxation. You could feel each individual vertebra beneath his expert touch as he worked his way down your back with practiced precision.

As you surrendered more fully to his ministrations, he boldly ventured his hands lower, teasingly and playfully toying with your sensitive nipples. The unexpected sensation shot pleasure through your body, causing your face to flush deeply with a mix of arousal and bashfulness. Unable to contain your reaction, you let out a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed in the room, instinctively pressing your hips back against him in a clear display of eagerness and desire.

"Now, my lovely sinner, we shall proceed to the next crucial phase of your purification," he whispered, his lips barely grazing the delicate shell of your ear. "For this part, I'm afraid I must restrain you. Are you comfortable with that, my dearest?" His words, though softly spoken, carried a weight that made your pulse quicken.

You could feel your heart thundering within your chest, its rapid beats seeming to reverberate through your entire being. Your mind was racing, filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as you tried to imagine what might come next. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, growing more intense and charged.

Every small sound became magnified in the growing silence - the rustle of fabric, the soft whisper of breath, the faint creak of floorboards. As you mentally steeled yourself for what was coming, time seemed to slow, each moment stretching out as you waited with bated breath for his next move.

He retrieved a delicate string adorned with small, shimmering beads. The intricate piece bore a striking resemblance to a rosary, yet it was not one in the traditional sense; the carefully chosen beads served a purely aesthetic purpose, devoid of any genuine religious significance. Kurt began to wrap the beaded string around your arms, his movements slow and deliberate as he secured them to the bed. Each loop was placed with thoughtful consideration, ensuring both your comfort and the effectiveness of the restraint.

He then turned his attention to your legs, repeating the process. The beaded strings were artfully arranged, positioning your limbs wide, you were unable to close them. The sensation was novel and a little weird, yet not unpleasant. Before going any further, he paused, allowing you a moment to acclimate to the unfamiliar feeling of restraint and the gentle pressure of the beads against your skin. His eyes met yours as he softly inquired, "Gut?" His voice was barely above a whisper, laden with care and seeking your approval.

After a brief moment of introspection, you responded with a nod, you found yourself surprisingly at ease. The bondage, expertly applied, caused no discomfort whatsoever. He made sure that the bindings around your wrists and ankles were secure without being restrictive or painful for you. Finding your voice, you replied, "I'm good, Father Wagner." Your tone carried a hint of playfulness, embracing the theatrical nature of the scenario.

He was pleased, so he continued. He shifted himself so his cock was exposed, he slowly stroked himself hard and he stepped closer. His cock head gently massaged between your folds and you mentally prepared for penetration but instead, he angled up at your other hole. You took a moment to realize what he was doing and you smirked, "Father Wagner...are you sure I'm the sinner?" You questioned playfully and wriggled your hips back.

"Hush," he said back quietly, his face blushed a bit before he got back in the mindset. "This is necessary for your sins. I unfortunately can't cleanse you through your womb, I must use the other hole you have..." he whispered, his spongy, blushed head pressed against the ring of muscle gently, prodding you lightly and teasing you.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, "Oh, are you sure I cannot pay for my sins with my pussy?" You asked with a gentle strain, turning to look back at him and blinking with feigned innocence. "Or have I been so naughty that my sweet cunt isn't worth my sins?"

Kurt grinned at your playful words, though caught a little off guard by the vulgarity, he was still enjoying the banter between you and he continued to prod your ass. "Oh, my dear, your sins are far too great for just one part of you to pay...I'm afraid only this hole will do." His tail curled behind him and handed him a small toy, he reached between your legs and teased your throbbing clit before he dragged it through your wet folds and pushed it inside your pussy. "Can't have temptation now can we?"

The surprising action from him made you let out a desperate whine, you could feel your pretty bundle of nerves throbbing at the light touch he had given you. "Only my ass, there isn't any other way?" You questioned, playing along with the direction the scene was going.

He leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades gently and he leaned close to speak in your ear. "Now then...let's see if we can't absolve some of these sins of yours." he whispered teasingly, spreading you a bit more before sliding into your ass slowly. The sudden intrusion into your ass made you stiffen in surprise. It was uncomfortable at first, the muscles not used to being stretched out.

The sensation was intense, causing you to inhale sharply as he eased in just past the tip. Immediately, he halted his movements, his eyes fixed intently on your face to gauge your reaction. Your comfort and well-being were important to him, regardless of the intimate act you were engaged in. He had no desire to inflict any discomfort upon you. "Are you alright?" he inquired in a gentle, concerned tone, his body completely motionless as he awaited your response.

"I just..." you exhaled slowly, trying to steady your breathing, "Need a moment to adjust..." you managed to say, your voice slightly strained. The initial discomfort was challenging, even with the careful preparation he had undertaken beforehand. His hands moved to your hips, gently caressing them in soothing, circular motions, but the rest of his body remained perfectly still, allowing you the time you needed.

Several minutes passed as you gradually acclimated to the new sensation. When you felt ready, you cautiously shifted your hips backward, assisting him in entering further. "Mmm...it's better now...f-feels good," you murmured, your voice a mixture of relief and growing pleasure.

"Gut...I will purify you, my child, do not fear," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He began to move his hips steadily, a rhythmic motion that gradually increased in intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he rocked into you, his thrusts careful and measured until he was fully seated within you. Kurt's arms encircled you, holding you close against his body, the warmth of his embrace felt good against the cool bedroom air.

The soft fabric of his robes swayed gently with each movement, creating a whisper of sound in the quiet room. "Ach....you are tight as a drum," he breathed, his words barely audible. He swallowed thickly, his body trembling with the effort of restraint, fighting against the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment.

You sighed deeply, your body responding to his movements with a shudder that ran from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. Instinctively, you were rocking back against him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. "I can feel it working," you panted, your voice breathy. "I feel it, getting better...aah...the sins are leaving me…" Your words trailed off into a soft moan.

"They will fade, just let me cleanse you..." Kurt hissed against your skin, his hips thrusting faster against you as he focused on pumping himself in and out at a good pace. His cock stretched you so good, your previously unused hole now burning with hot desire, squeezing every ounce of him into your cavern.

"Kurt, oh my god...keep going," you moaned loudly, feeling every single bit of his dick deep inside you. Every vein against the muscle of your ass, the curve of that soft tip and the thickness pushing its way in and out with each piston of his hips. It felt so damn good, you were molding to him.

"I...am almost there, liebling..." Kurt rasped, his tail wrapped around your thigh tightly as he focused his thrusts. His endurance was impressive as hell, and he was determined to continue the pace he set without faltering.

The spade of his tail slithered over your clit and rubbed over it, gently teasing the bud enough for you to react and moan. His hands moved from your hips and ran under you to feel your chest. He was practically laying on you now, his hips not stuttering for a second.

You felt your climax approach and wash over you before you could warn him, and you let out a loud cry of pleasure as you came. Kurt's eyes widened, you tightened around him with your orgasm and his hips halted. He shot his climax deep into you, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he held you still.

Kurt gave a few more solid thrusts before he pulled out of your swollen hole, watching his cum drip out of your throbbing muscle. He felt such pride seeing you this way, but he knew you were extra sensitive now and the play was over after your respective climaxes. He reached and carefully removed the toy from your pussy, earning a soft whine from you.

"Ach...liebe...you will be the death of me..." He moved to unbind you, his fingers working methodically to remove each restraint one by one. As the bindings fell away, your limbs were finally free to relax from their confined position. Your muscles, having been held taut for so long, now felt completely boneless - like warm honey flowing through your veins. You rolled languidly onto your side and curled up into yourself, savoring the pure bliss that came with being able to bend and stretch your limbs again.

He settled beside you, shrugging off his robe before taking one of your arms into his hands as he began to massage the places where the restraints had been. His strong fingers working in slow, deliberate circles to encourage proper circulation. Each press of his fingertips was perfectly measured, firm enough to be therapeutic but gentle enough to soothe. He punctuated each rub with soft kisses, his lips trailing over the subtle marks left behind on your skin, trying to kiss away any lingering discomfort.

You were grateful for his gentle touch, melting into his embrace as he carefully tended to you. The warmth of his hands was soothing against your skin, and you couldn't help but sink deeper into the comfort he provided. You weren't hurt, but there was definitely a pleasant soreness settling into your muscles now. "That was...amazing," you breathed softly, your voice filled with contentment, "I mean...wow... I don't even know what to say..."

"You liked it?" Kurt asked, a gentle smile playing across his features as his hand splayed across your back, fingers working in slow, methodical circles to ease the tension around your hips.

"I didn't expect you to take the role so easily, or seriously..." You chuckled lightly, looking up at him from where you were comfortably nestled against his chest, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin. "But...it was fun. I mean, really fun. Did you enjoy it too? You didn't feel pressured into anything, right? I know it was kind of a weird request..."

"Of course not, liebe. I enjoyed it very much. Besides, seeing you so completely blissed out is one of my absolute favorite things to see...~" Kurt teased with a gentle smirk, his playful tone making you squirm as his tail lazily wrapped around your waist.

"Kurt..." You whined and quickly pulled the soft blanket nearby over your flushed body, burying your face against his chest, "We just finished! Don't get any ideas!"

"Okay, okay...no more play tonight. Just let Father Wagner take care of his precious little sinner now. You need your rest."

"Kurt!" You exclaimed, playfully swatting his arm despite the smile you couldn't quite hide. Regardless, you curled up as he continued to pamper you after the scene, his slow rubs and hums lulling you into a much needed nap.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover Image from unknown source. I searched for over an hour to find the source but wasn't able to find it. If you know please message me so I can update this.

[astrolocherry]

Birthday Venus-Saturn aspects ~ "Your Daddy Loves You..."

Written by Astrolocherry

Venus conjunct Saturn, Venus sextile Saturn, Venus square Saturn, Venus trine Saturn, Venus opposite Saturn

The individual born with Venus forming aspect to Saturn is gifted a double-banded commitment ring from Saturn. Therein contains a promise that while partnership may be potentially timeworn and difficult to find in this lifetime, when the love eventually comes it will be greater than anything she could have imagined. She may have distant fantasies or longings about her ideal partner, but never completely entertains these as actual possibilities, often due to an inherent sense of worthlessness or being undeserving with matters of the heart. Something happens during the developmental phase of life that breaks this heart before it has fully formed. It is sensitive, scarred, and often bandaged in the protective defences that cut her off from accepting the affection and attention that she can’t admit is much needed. In traditional astrology, Venus is the portion of our consciousness that beholds our eye of beauty, femininity, aesthetic, and style. The shadow of Saturn leering over Venus often produces an apathy and at worst, a revulsion regarding her own self-image of beauty. 

Despite feeling so disconnected and detached from her feminine side, the individual with a Venus-Saturn aspect is divinely feminine in its most timeless, antiqued, resiliently elegant, and everlasting archetypal form. It is a lifelong reunion between the inner Fairy Godmother, and the little girl inside who is enslaved to those leftover feelings of being defective, unattractive, and impossible to love. It is until this reunion occurs, or in the worst case scenarios when the inner work has been left incomplete and it never happens at all, that the individual experiences the traditional Venus-Saturn suffering in love that we would expect. These conditions may result in a choice of relationship partners and dynamics that reflect and play-out the sentiments of the little girl inside rather than the woman, and may involve themes of relegation, power imbalances, mistreatment, and re-casting father figures. There may also be some form of self-imposed entrapment in relationships, something inside that stops her from walking out an open door.

The traditional Venus-Saturn age-gap in love and attraction to older people may be one relationship theme that prevails through life. However, as she grows older and wiser, she will often come to recognise this attraction being shaped by different needs and desires that are more authentic and ultimately satisfying. As she becomes less beheld to old conditions, the need is less for paternal fulfilment and redemption . This could be a young soul or an old soul - her attraction to older people has never been about that. It’s rather about a depth that this heart possesses, a serene, dewy, alluringly tragic wisdom and insight that is decades older than its years, searching for somebody who could possibly understand this, at times confusing age for inner experience.

With her poised and intriguing interactive style, she is often readily complimented and admired by friends, colleagues, superiors, and strangers alike. And while she hears the sentiments quite clearly, she barely absorbs a word. She appreciates the genuineness, but she cannot feel a thing, and she won’t until that girl is back in the arms of the Enchanted Elder inside. Breaking their spell of separation repairs her broken heart. She slowly embraces her femininity, and a pageant of Feminine Priestesses embrace her back, and once she starts seeing and styling herself in this way - the real show of Who She is really begins. This is also often when the first chapters of life’s true love story only just begin. A growing comfort and confidence, a silver Saturn glow that may have seen its shadows, yet there blooms a Venus rose that is everlasting and can never die without sunlight.

Cherry

[theglassesgirl]

Thank you for your insightful tags @a-bottle-of-tyelenol !

And I hope you don’t mind me using this opportunity to mention Calypso because i refrained from doing so in my initial response, after having written a whole thing about her a few months ago, but I do understand it being a polarizing creative choice to make it ambiguous.

A brief (for me at least) analysis of Sexual Assault in terms of Calypso and its parallel to the suitors under the read more:

My thoughts on it on this specific subject compared to what I’ve talked about before are as follows and serves as a parallel to what Penelope went through on her own island while her husband was trapped in another;

To be fair, I don’t think it’s necessarily sexist of Jorge to have removed the assault aspect of Circe and Calypso (as some are saying in the OPs own post which…is a take, I guess)

I DO think it was absolutely a choice he made because he did not feel equipped to broach the subject that way and I’ll explain that a little bit, but he still absolutely understands the necessity of it throughout the musical and works to make HIS choice work for the overall arc - and well! Mind you! I think he succeeded even when he held back.

If we look at the source material, it’s certainly intriguing that the MAIN character of the story is a victim or assault by two different gods across the years, who essentially imprison and abuse him. Because of this, I feel it ADDS to the terror and fear by the time we the readers make it to Penelope and Telemachus’s POV in the poem. Because by that point, we have SEEN the antagonists “win” - Odysseus, like his family, has been a prisoner strip of any agency and options, and if HE has suffered sexual violence, it becomes a very real possibility for his WIFE to face

(in a lot of ways, we could also view Oddy killing the suitors be a sort of catharsis for him in that aspect, to be able to kill these violent men the way he couldn’t the goddesses who did all that do him, before they could hurt his wife and son)

Jorge’s musical is MUCH tamer, because he himself might be uncomfortable with depicting that subject matter as a physical action, but it still has a similar vibe.

We see Odysseus was able to respectfully reject Circe, but she still came onto him (albeit to kill him, but he had to account for all possibilities) so when he’s faced with Calypso, it’s VERY shocking and upsetting that he isn’t able to do the same with her.

The ambiguity of the seven years has caused so much discourse yet I argue, and trust me I’ve argued about it so much, that in some ways it’s exactly the ambiguity that Penelope and Telemachus faced.

We will never know what EXACTLY happened to Odysseus on that island, and we will never know what EXACTLY happened on Ithaca either.

As far as we do know, Antinous and who knows how many others feel very comfortable using sexually violent language to Penelope’s SON. She’s clearly put up a strong and unaffected front that Telemachus admires her for, but I’m sure it’s taken a heavy toll on her - the same her husband has faced, and that Athena has seen. And as far as we know, whatever calypso has done, given her words (like Antinous’), made Odysseus openly suicidal at least once!

While one spouse has to look strong, the other is visibly very weakened. This dynamic is missed when we don’t see both Penelope and Odysseus as complimentary partners, even after two decades of being apart!

But anyway. Having said this, Jorge’s version still provides a sense of urgency and plays on the audiences psychological need for Penelope to get a happy ending.

Because we’ve seen Odysseus successfully turn down one goddess, and we’ve seen him suffer under another without the privilege of knowing the depth of what he went through - for Penelope, its once again utterly inverted.

She CANNOT turn down any of the suitors successfully (hence the impossible task being her last ditch high stakes gambit, because SHE knows none of them can do it, but also doesn’t know how violently they will react to discovering that) and Antinous and the other suitors have completely cast aside pretense and are planning to assault her - no more ambiguity.

Where her husband has survived his own assaulters (though not unscathed) we are made very aware that Penelope’s situation is far more dire and her options much more limited. We are made to feel RUSHED, urged to see her helped (by Athena, her son and FINALLY her husband)

Jorge’s creative choice is still true to the integrity of this arc, Circe and Calypso still represent a parallel and an inversion to Penelope’s own plight.

Is it frustrating that not having a definitive answer to the boundaries Calypso pushed Odysseus - very much, I personally DO see her as someone who got physical based on much of her lyrics but I don’t mind people who don’t. As I have oft said, even without her “successfully” assaulting him, even if all she did was stand in front and look at him for seven years straight - it’s a violation of his autonomy and truamatizinggggg

but we’re not talking about her so much as how her role now fits/changed in the story. Mostly it hasn’t, is my point! If we really take a step back and follow the thread of this particular arc, it serves its purpose as well as when what Calypso did WAS explicit. Which again is why I feel Jorge made the creative choice to make the suitors intention MORE explicit.

For me, at least, it’s a careful balance that makes you LOOK at these two storylines and forces you to consider their similarities. We might not approve of the change, but unlike the heinous suggestion that the suitors should be innocent victims and Penelope be made their pal, Calypso’s role STILL works and fits the narrative.

Nevertheless, it’s perfectly fine if you still feel that way about it, because lord knows I’m constantly debating several aspects of Calypo’s character with other people across social medias lol and I’m sooo sorry this response went beyond the scope of your initial comments (please let me know if you’d rather untag you! 😭)

[sitp-recs]

Wield Me by @tackytigerfic (E, 10k)

Drarry, pre-Tedrarry

Draco Malfoy, blacksmith, is renowned through the magical world for his skill and exquisite creations. He could quite easily spend the rest of his days making pretty trinkets for the fae court, and being handsomely rewarded for the privilege. But why take the easy route when instead he could get involved in a dangerous mission with Unspeakable Harry Potter (who also happens to be Draco's... well, he's something, isn't he?). A little story about learning to strike while the iron is hot.

“It’s deep magic, you know. It doesn’t recognize anything quite so specific as a particular location. It’s more conceptual, I suppose. You remember.” He knew they did, the long night of casting, Teddy carelessly throwing azaleas and yellow roses into the quench pool along with all the others; azaleas for homesickness and the desire to return to a place of safety, yellow roses for family. Not to mention all the runework they spent hours working on. Draco rolled his eyes at them. Othala. Harry had traced it over and over in the water, and then Draco had hammered the essence of it into the metal with his sweat and his fire. Homecoming. It would be enough.

Because one birthday rec wasn’t enough I am back, this time reccing the fic Tacky gifted me on my last birthday so we’re coming full circle with the love show :D it’s hard to put into words all the feelings this fic inspired in me. I could not believe my sneaky friend (who’s pretty monogamic about their Drarry btw) had crafted something so special bringing together my two OTPs! I remember reading this in a haze, too eager to unravel that delicious summary and get to the promised Teddy kissing, but also not ready for it to be over after 10k and dreading the emotional devastation that was sure to follow. I realize that Harry/Teddy is not everyone’s jam (yet 😏) and might discourage some people to check this out, so I thought I’d follow my previous rec format and list a few reasons why I loved this so much:

1. The world: I kid you not, 10k feels like 30k once you get introduced to this magical world Tacky so masterfully crafted - vibrant, intriguing, creative, a main character in itself. I was already losing my mind over buff blacksmith Draco in a leather tunic (🥵) but then his stance against weaponry and the magical theory behind his forgery?? What an unexpected (but very much welcome) turn on. I am fascinated by this verse and wanna learn all about Draco’s backstory, about this society, its power structure, about Harry and Teddy’s job and the gritty dangers that Teddy is about to face, and whether or not he’ll find his way back home - back to Harry - safe and sound. So many questions left unanswered and this thrill, an adventurous feeling about their quest that kept me engaged until the end. What a masterclass in world building!

2. The tenderness: as per their trademark, Tacky gives this fic a lot of emotional depth and nuance, showing how easily love can multiply when Harry is the recipient (seeing how wanted he is here makes me feral) while keeping this unmistakably a Drarry romance. 40yo fuck buddies who are so obviously into each other they make me giggle and kick my feet, plus a careful balance between all dynamics in play - Teddy’s crush on Harry and respect for Draco, Draco’s longing for Harry and understanding of Teddy, Harry’s trust in Draco and tenderness for Teddy, the overall affection and sexual tension fueling all those relationships making it impossible not to cheer for them. If you’re a Teddy fan like me you’re in for a treat: I adore his edgy personality, bold, brave, painfully young and so damn lovely, a perfect fit for Harry and Draco’s mellow and steady love.

3. The symbolism: this plays into the exquisite lore created within such elegant and contained writing, I just keep thinking about the possibilities, metaphors, the way recurrent themes like family and homecoming show up in Draco’s forgery work intertwining his, Harry’s and Teddy’s lives in such a definitive way you find yourself thinking “well it must be fate so it can’t be avoided, they gotta bang” 🤷🏻‍♀️ okay so maybe not everyone is horny for this triad as I am, but the implications behind the symbology go beyond lust, diving into something deeper and more meaningful like familial love. And because I’ve read everything else from Tacky’s (“Harry deserves roots” / “I’d be your mate” / “I like my choyse” / “Is tú mo Rogha” / “Queen Anne’s lace, it means sanctuary, home.”) and so on, I can’t help but get emotional here. Harry’s longing for a family is such a quintessential Tacky theme and seeing it expand to include my beloved Teddy in their sacred Drarry kingdom makes my heart sing.

TL;DR: I feel like I could spend days talking about this fic but then nobody would read it and I really, really want more people to fall in love with these clever, competent, brave and lovable characters and with the rich, fascinating world that makes you wish you could live inside it forever and see what happens next. So run don’t walk and go treat yourself today!

[tripsichordia]

that which is a three-headed monster

Salomon Trismosin (late 15th - early 16th century) A three-headed monster in an alchemical flask, representing the composition of the alchemical philosopher's stone: salt, sulphur, and mercury 1900-1909

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silver pools beneath my fingers, each drop a promise unfulfilled, i am the crucible that lingers, where metals based are distilled day after day, i search within, for such al-ikser, crimson-bright to wash away primordial sin, and turn dark into light i am not cruel, only perfect. a reflection of your quest, whatever truth you may reject i show what you've suppressed in me, lead becomes golden truth and death succumbs to endless youth = tripsichordia ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

for some time now, i've been heavily intrigued by the discourse of the occult, the weird, the divine, and also the alchemical mostly in part due to the media i've consumed. where for many instances, i'd be so curious to see where they could've gotten their ideas, philosophies, and metaphors from. so i thought maybe alchemy would be a great starting point for the tripsichordia blog, i believe. so to my closest, if any of you are not familiar and are interested to know: alchemy, in its most fundamental form, is humanity's quest for "perfection," where unlike the modern chemistry we do know, which it did emerged from its practices, alchemy operated on the planes of the material as well as that of the spiritual. those alchemists of the old worked not just with metals, minerals but also with the very essence of transformation. they sought to understand the fundamental principles of nature and believing that mastery over matter would lead to the mastery of self. the ultimate form of that mastery is the philosopher's stone (materia prima) which really represents the pinnacle of alchemical achievement. it is a substance that is capable of transforming base metals into gold and granting that of eternal life. yet beyond its material properties, it also symbolizes the perfection of the human soul. the stone's process of creation, known as the magnum opus, is analogous to the journey of self-actualization: the dissolution of the ego (nigredo), the purification of the spirit (albedo), and finally, the achievement of the philosophical gold (rubedo).

that's the basic gist of alchemy and those fundamental ideas can be directly seen in titles i so love like dark souls, haunting ground, as well as fear and hunger.

in dark souls, alchemy manifests as a dark reflection of human ambition. the undead curse itself mirrors the alchemical pursuit of immortality gone wrong. the place of lordran is a cautionary tale about the price of eternal life where humanity's base nature remain unchanged despite countless ouroboros (cycle of death and rebirth). the titular bonfire serve as the crucibles for the undead to be repeatedly broken and reformed yet never really truly transformed. haunting ground, on the other hand, uses the "seeking" or "pursuit" concept of alchemy for its feminist narrative, both literally and figuratively, subverting traditional power dynamics. the protagonist, fiona belli, becomes both the philosopher's stone and its creator. her pursuers represent the different aspects of patriarchal control: [1] debilitas represents the infantilization and objectification of women through his child-like mentality, [2] daniella (a homunculus representation of women) embodies the internalized misogyny and impossible beauty standards imposed on women, [3] ricardo (fuck this guy actually curbstomp this fuck) represents sexual predation and exploitation of women's bodies for male desire, and [4] lorenzo (curbstomp this man too) is the systemic and institutional patriarchal power. the game critiques the views of women's bodies as "raw material" for the male alchemical endeavors. then there's fear & hunger which presents alchemy as a lovecraftian - kentaro miura-esque cosmic horror such that human transformation carries terrible costs. the game's systems of alchemy blur the line between "enchancement" and "corruption" to force the players to question whether power is worth the price of your humanity and suggests that perhaps some forms of knowledge were meant to remain hidden. the philosopher's stone, like all perfect things, can only exist as an idea, never to be grasped by imperfect hands the pursuit of perfection in that of the philosopher's stone continues to be relevant in media, there's many i haven't mentioned (the obvious being full metal alchemist and others). whether in dark souls' lordran, the halls of belli castle in haunting ground, or the dark dungeons of fear & hungers, humanity's desire to transcend itself overshadows the price we have to pay for such a three-headed monster..

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that's all i have in me right now and i'm not sure what else to write for tomorrow or any other day. probably might SOMA and its existential concepts or the ideas of westerns like django unchained, rdr2, blood meridian and the like. who knows? as of ending this, i'm actually enjoying doing this. so again we up be up!

[nenekobasu]

I love anything and everything that comes out of your brain, the way you read and discuss blue lock is so damn interesting and I just want to thank you for helping me love it even more. I adore seeing your posts in my feed cause I’m like “time to get my brain re wired again”.

for the ask: do you think you’ll ever write fic for Blue Lock? Cause you mentioned that scenario about Kaiser meeting his father again + the Noa-Kaiser theme park thing which I loved reading and it’s just something I’m super intrigued. They are such difficult characters to write and pin down but you seem to love AND understand them so well.

Not that father-son thing or even mentor-mentee thing, but exactly that inhuman personification and someone who identifies with objects + strives to be impossible. It’s such an interesting dynamic and it’s even better because of how you talk about it!

hi!!! i'm happy that i added positively to you experience with blue lock. i tried writing some fics for noa-kaiser over a year ago but mostly i just enjoy talking about them through posts. they're in a unique place in canon right now, where the appeal of them comes from the gap between how it was (for a long time) a "hidden" relationship within blue lock, and the wealth of potential to be found in their bond. for example, that aspect you mentioned where noa is a personification of inhumanity (or, a human who stripped himself of everything "human" in pursuit of his ideal) and kaiser identifies with a material objects— within blue lock, "playing football" is an act that requires achieving/yearning for inhumanity?— is just one of the many attractive potentials about them...

that's why i really like the idea of noa and kaiser as flesh and blood humans who may not feel that way, or who may feel more at ease with the idea of inhumanity, whether that be in noa remaking himself into a cyborg or kaiser struggling towards being his idea of "human" even though he'd much rather be hugging his ball, so putting them in situations where they go through the motions of what "ordinary" humans would do for enjoyment (like going to an amusement park, or to a picnic or party, or shopping) and it making them feel a bit disconnected from the world around them, is an idea i like. (but on the flip side, any scenario that would make them realize, "i'm (he's) a flesh and blood human..." through frailty or vulnerability is attractive too)

speaking more about the potential in their relationship, the way noa is as though a human being wasn't human is why i think kaiser could be uniquely comfortable around noa. it's telling that ch.261's representation of kaiser's "humanity" completely excludes noa— how noa is removed from kaiser's cynical definition of "humanity" as malicious and evil, removed from kaiser's symbiotic and adversarial relationship with humanity. so even before kaiser threw such "humanity" away, kaiser recognized that noa wasn't human, or that noa didn't share the malice that to kaiser exists at the root of all real humans

for blue lock humans are fundamentally irrational and chaotic; that's why the manga places noa's "rationality", a fully inhuman ideal, at its pinnacle. and, when kaiser abandons his attachment to malicious "humanity" in ch.262, he (as isagi later thinks) becomes fully rational... within this story, when kaiser stops chasing humanity, he grows closer to becoming an inhuman ideal-symbol— he grows closer to noa, to becoming like noa. in my mind kaiser refusing to recognize noa as "human" speaks volumes about his true feelings towards noa (kaiser never aimed his worst habits and impulses towards him) and about their potential bond. when noa speaks about wanting kaiser as a future rival-enemy, i think he vocalizes what kaiser can only dimly recognize— that noa is someone kaiser was never attached to and thus never needed to abandon, someone with whom he can form a greater connection in the near future

and again, it's noteworthy that noa is someone who should have earned kaiser's ire for simply being who he is, but kaiser, canonically, doesn't have any deep negative or ugly thoughts about noa, even though you'd expect him to considering his personality. in some ways noa does naturally what for many others is "impossible", so even to kaiser, noa is a person who imposes "impossibility" upon the world without necessarily aiming to do so... despite this, kaiser never thinks ill of noa for that reason (though he does badmouth him for others), nor does he develop a complex towards noa, even though noa exists as an existence "above" kaiser. (it could be that kaiser doesn't recognize noa as his image-ideal of "impossibility", in part because his abusive upbringing impoverished his imagination to the point that kaiser for a long time couldn't think what impossibility actually looked like. his pxg growth wasn't that he created his rose, but that he became a person with the potential to create it)

i think it's important to these two that, while kaiser may have some grievances towards noa, blue lock refuses to make kaiser's feelings towards noa harmful or destructive. blue lock loves ugly and complicated relationships, and kaiser is an ugly and complicated person in many ways, but this manga simply doesn't write this relationship that way. so i think noa-kaiser is a relationship that has great potential in canon to endure, and take form as one relationship that represents an ideal form of existence within this manga

in ubers match kaiser did a test run of his ideal in ch.218-20, and choosing to follow his blue rose ideal of "believing that nothing was impossible for him" led to him scoring a goal that almost traced noa's goal in barcha. this didn't happen because kaiser aimed to become like noa, or had particularly strong feelings about noa; it's just that, when kaiser tapped into his true potential as a footballer, he ended up becoming more like noa. kaiser deep down has the potential to reach the same place noa reached, a similar place of inhumanity, that stems from kaiser reclaiming his dehumanization and embracing his identification with material objects. that positive growth for kaiser, naturally leads him closer to noa...

that's why my idea of noa-kaiser is that they're firmly a relationship with a bright and correct future, with great inner compatibility and potential. they're a spin on the regular shonen rival mold because of the gap between them in age and experience, but even that supposed imbalance makes them into a well-balanced pair, because what noa wants is a threat from below, and what kaiser needs is the will to challenge what's above. more than father and son, or mentor and mentee, these two feel more like shonen protagonists who happened to meet at different points of their journeys— noa's has ended but he wants another, and kaiser's is just beginning. so there's such a wonderful balance between them despite superficial inequality, because their inner similarity and potential for a joint future shines through. and within that, other potential similarities like the inhumanity (or identification with it), or the achievement of impossibility (or wish to achieve it) become prominent... they have a wonderful and layered bond, filled with hope and possibility. i love noa-kaiser and their relationship deserves eternal blessings for the rest of time

[boyandhisbird]

So I watched the new Crow and it's not good. I'm gonna attempt a review, so......

SPOILERS AHEAD

The Crow (2024) kicks off with an immediate establishment of a supernatural enemy who has made a deal with the devil, but this attempt to up the stakes feels misguided and detracts from the core essence of the original comic and film. The original *Crow* was never so blatant with its supernatural elements; it wove them subtly into the fabric of a gritty revenge story grounded in raw emotion. This new approach feels overly contrived and lacks the restraint that made the original so compelling.

Right from the start, the film feels like a misstep. The portrayal of Shelly, played by FKA Twigs, is one-note and uninspired. She wears the same sleepy expression in nearly every scene, making it nearly impossible to feel any connection or sympathy for her character. Her relationship with Eric, played by Bill Skarsgård, is another weak link. The film reimagines Eric as a recovering drug addict who blindly follows the first pretty girl he sees, stripping away the purity and emotional depth of the original story. Instead of being an ordinary man brought back from the dead by the power of love, Eric is reduced to a gullible degenerate whose motivations are shallow and difficult to sympathize with.

Shelly, meanwhile, comes across less as the love of Eric’s life and more as someone manipulating him. Her introduction as a character who gives Eric drugs after his time in rehab feels forced and tasteless, adding to the sense that their relationship lacks authenticity. There’s no chemistry between them, and FKA Twigs' lack of dynamic acting ability further diminishes any sense of genuine connection. This interpretation makes Eric seem foolish rather than driven by a deep, undying love, a major departure from the character’s original arc.

Visually, the film does offer some moments worth noting. The wound-healing effects are impressive and the opera scene has a haunting quality, culminating in a decent fight sequence. However, these flashes of potential are overshadowed by numerous missed opportunities and strange creative choices. The Skull Cowboy, a character fans have long wanted to see fully realized, is portrayed as little more than a random guy in purgatory, rather than the grim, mysterious figure they envisioned, making his appearance feel pointless and uninspired. Additionally, the film’s attempts at homage to the original — like a poorly executed reference to T-Bird and an awkward car chase scene that feels more like the chaotic, over-the-top highway action from the first *Deadpool* movie — fall flat and out of place.

The villains, unlike in the original, have no depth or development. They are mere caricatures with zero backstory, making them forgettable and uninteresting. Even the film’s nod to Brandon Lee’s famous head tilt feels like a forced gesture rather than a heartfelt tribute. The introduction of a plot point that Eric cannot die as long as his love remains pure might have been intriguing if handled with nuance, but here it is presented with a lack of subtlety that detracts from the film's emotional core.

By the time the movie reaches its bewildering climax — in which Shelly inexplicably survives — any semblance of coherence is lost. This ending is jarring, undermining the very premise that makes *The Crow* a story of tragic love and revenge. It feels more like a cynical twist than a meaningful resolution, leaving viewers scratching their heads, wondering, “What the hell just happened?”

Ultimately, *The Crow (2024)* is a disappointing reboot that misses the mark on nearly every level. It feels more like a series of loosely connected scenes than a cohesive story. The film’s over-reliance on supernatural elements, lack of compelling characters, and failure to understand the core of what made the original so powerful render it a pale shadow of its predecessor. Despite a few visually interesting moments, the movie ultimately fails to capture the essence of its source material, leaving audiences longing for the emotional depth and authenticity of the original.

[writing-for-life]

Tell me more about your OC, Thalia! How did you get the idea for her? What’s your fav part about her? Any thoughts about her as a character that ended up on the cutting room floor?

I love those questions! My OCs are my babies, I love talking about them!

I’m super used to writing OCs since that’s usually all I write (The Light of Stars is actually my first fanfic, believe it or not, but I’ve written original stories for literal decades).

Funnily enough, Thalia started with… the name. I knew from the start there would be a lot of references to Greek mythology. Too much to mention here, people who read the fic will know, but I had this idea about Psyche’s journey to the underworld I wanted to reference at some point, and I also wanted a reference to a muse. Thalia had the nicest ring to it while being somewhat referential. Sometimes it’s really as simple as that 😂 I pronounce her Tah-lee-ya btw (it’s a less common pronunciation of that spelling, but it exists. I just didn’t want to spell her Talia for obvious reasons, but she totally sounds like it. And now I’ve destroyed the sound at least half of my readers had in their heads 🙈).

Thalia is the muse of comedy, and I wanted some of that in her. She has this intelligent sense of humour that is both genuine but also a coping mechanism, and it made for an interesting dynamic with Morpheus, who is always so serious. Her humour is, albeit observational, warm. She’s not a cynic although she has every reason to be, and I guess he knows that because he knows her story and what she’s been through, and it probably makes him think. He finds her challenging, but there is also an honesty and emotional openness to her, especially about her own hurt/darkness, that he finds intriguing. And that honesty also extends to how she relates to him—she is someone who actually sees him in the truest sense of the word, and it’s something he both needs so desperately but also finds impossible to trust and fully give in to for a very long time, and for a lot of reasons.

I guess the idea was to find someone who is in many ways like him (only in terms of shared human experience) but has a completely different way of dealing with it. It is, although a love story, at its core an exploration of trauma, loss and grief, of second or even third chances at life (however you might define the latter), and I’d long wondered what would happen if he met someone who is NOT trying to change him. They have their problems and conflicts, yes, but ultimately, this is about a deep mutual understanding that hinges on acceptance. And that acceptance is possible because it was there from the start, for reasons that I won’t give away here, but they are deeply rooted in how she always related to who and what he is on a conceptual level. And now I’m writing the sequel, and it becomes even more important.

My favourite part about her must be how she has the ability to make him laugh? Like, little by little, from something that barely makes him cock an eyebrow to a tug on the corners of his mouth to little smiles that get more frequent. And that moment when he sees the painting and actually realises he *is* like that around her was weirdly emotional to write because it wasn’t planned.

Plus, that she gets him to the stage where his laughs are actually audible, and they’re *not* weird. Well, at least not *that* weird. And from a writer’s point of view, it felt like a really natural, gradual progression that just happened, so it wasn’t something I had plotted. They just did their thing, and I wrote it down 😂

The stuff that ended up on the cutting room floor was mostly related to the no mortals rule. I explored a lot of different angles but ultimately didn’t want her to be a goddess or witch or somehow overpowered to circumvent that, it just didn’t sit right with me. So I spent a lot of time on setting up different beats that might look like one thing or another, but without giving too much away: The whole story hinges on her humanity and mortality, and it was ultimately the only thing that made sense.

Thanks again for the ask. It was a really good opportunity to talk about character creation/development, because so often, people seem to believe that all OCs are straightforward self-inserts, and nothing could be farther from the truth (OC fics aren’t reader fics). It’s impossible for characters not to have little bits of us because they come out of our brains, but they aren’t mirror images. I sometimes give characters little bits I’m confident in writing authentically without having to do a lot of research. For Thalia, it was drawing/painting. I had other female OCs that rode a motorcycle or did a martial art I’ve been familiar with since my childhood, others again were professional performers. I find I can write these things without overwriting them because I know what they feel like. Because sometimes, people will research these things and write them like an instruction manual. And while the detail is correct, someone who really *does* these things would never describe them that way. But that’s often really as far as it goes. It pains me to say that I’m far more like Morpheus than like Thalia, but I didn’t need to self-insert for that to be the case 😂

And now I want to know: What’s your favourite part about her and their dynamic? Other readers are welcome to chime in, too.

[vulnerablea]

@worth-beyond-a-number-scale hi, i also have severe ocd with morality, harm, and related themes. i empathize deeply with what you’re saying, and i also think @nothorses and the OP are making important points here.

yeah, having ocd in progressive/leftish spaces really is hell. i feel like that all the time. it’s ironic that i can feel so much less safe in queer spaces sometimes, even BIPOC spaces, which just leads to me constantly feeling alienated as a queer and non-binary person of colour. some of the worst betrayals i’ve had have come from these spaces.

and yeah, there is so much misunderstanding of ocd and lack of compassion around it. people don’t get how we just constantly question ourselves and worry worry worry and fear we’re capable of terrible, awful things. it’s exhausting. constantly.

i’ve found some exposure therapy and ACT (acceptance and commitment therapy) techniques to be helpful in addressing my ocd, and my therapist also just started introducing inference-based CBT, so we’ll see how that goes. i’m interested in how different techniques can work together and across each other to help me deal with the massive uncertainty and chaos and fear i live in all the time.

but also, there is a gift in being so attuned to uncertainty, and always asking questions. it allows me to see the grey areas and nuances more.

it’s so hard to actually sit with it all, and to not having everything just completely capsize me in its immense impossibility of “true” knowing. it’s made and still makes me cling to absolutes and wanting specific people to somehow save me from the world and be the arbiter of the “truth,” but then i can never actually believe in that and it ends up drowning my relationships in the pressure of it all, and the confessional/morality dynamic. and the nuances of existence are terrifying.

but having this intimate struggle with, and understanding of, nuance and complexity and im/possibility, also helps me to be more empathetic, and to learn to try to give myself a break more (still doesn’t really work most of the time…) it really is so hard. but i wouldn’t give up my ocd, my awareness of the hard space of uncertainty, even how it can tip into psychotic delusion and terror. i wouldn’t give it up because i think there is something that is also really beautiful and creative about being able to question things so much. i wish it didn’t tip into such extremes so much of the time, but i’m working on cultivating a balance. it sounds like you are too.

being able to question one’s principles and values and ideas is so important for the reasons mentioned in the op & by @nothorses, but it’s also true that how we go about it is going to vary a lot depending on our particular struggles.

i’m intrigued by therapeutic techniques that emphasize cultivating trust in one’s values, while also figuring out how to sit with uncertainty and questioning. and, even as people with ocd who question everything, we do also need to challenge our own biases and assumptions, and to recognize our mistakes.

i wish there was more understanding of how it’s important to do this without just moralizing everything, how it’s important to dismantle the culture of punishment that we live in. i think that’s a real problem, that questioning gets so intertwined with punishment, and that “checking your privilege,” for example, becomes a moral/punitive injunction rather than a process of developing empathy, curiosity, and care.

anyway, there’s a lot more i could say about all of this, but i’ll pause for now

It's very possible that the only way to ensure you don't become a conservative old person is to keep checking whether you're wrong. Every time. Genuinely mull over the opposing viewpoint even and especially when it's uncomfortable. You absolutely cannot a) consider yourself safely incapable of terrible principles because you're a good person, or b) treat a your disgust reaction to something as a moral truth. You can't get comfortable. Tiring! But you'd rather be tired and choose the right path, you know?

[sdm-magnetic]

Why Humanoid Robots Act Very Flexibly

Humanoid robots, or robots designed to resemble the form and function of human beings, have been a subject of fascination and intrigue for decades. As technology advances, these robots are becoming increasingly capable of acting with remarkable flexibility, performing tasks that were once thought to be exclusive to human beings. But what makes humanoid robots so adept at adapting to different situations and executing complex tasks? The answer lies in a combination of advanced technology, sophisticated software, and a deep understanding of human anatomy and physiology.

One of the key factors contributing to the flexibility of humanoid robots is their design. By mimicking the form of human beings, these robots are able to access areas and manipulate objects in ways that would be difficult or impossible for other types of robots. For example, their bipedal locomotion allows them to navigate stairs, uneven terrain, and crowded spaces with ease. Additionally, their anthropomorphic design gives them a wide range of motion, allowing them to perform intricate gestures and manipulate objects with precision.

However, design alone is not enough to explain the flexibility of humanoid robots. Another important factor is the software that controls their movements. This software, often referred to as artificial intelligence (AI), enables robots to make decisions and adapt to changing situations in real-time. For example, if a humanoid robot encounters an obstacle while walking, its AI system can quickly calculate the best course of action to avoid the obstacle and continue moving forward. This type of decision-making ability is crucial for robots to function effectively in dynamic, unpredictable environments.

To achieve this level of sophistication, humanoid robots rely on a combination of sensor resolvers,algorithms, and machine learning techniques. Sensors, such as cameras, touch sensors, and accelerometers, provide the robot with information about its surroundings and its own movements. This information is then fed into algorithms, which are used to analyze the data and make decisions about what actions to take. For example, an algorithm might be used to detect when a robot is about to fall and automatically trigger a corrective action to prevent the fall.

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Books Like The Inheritance Games for Adults: Thrilling Mysteries & Complex Characters

If you loved The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, you’re probably on the lookout for more books that mix high-stakes puzzles, suspenseful twists, and compelling characters. Whether you enjoy the thrill of unraveling intricate mysteries or diving into family secrets, this genre is packed with gripping tales that will keep you hooked.

In this article, we’ll explore some of the best books like The Inheritance Games for adults, offering the perfect blend of mystery, intrigue, and complex characters. And if you're looking for a convenient way to access these books on the go, check out Epic Books, an app that houses an expansive library of thrilling reads.

What Makes The Inheritance Games So Engaging?

Before we dive into similar books, let’s take a moment to understand what makes The Inheritance Games so addictive. The story follows Avery Grambs, a teenager who unexpectedly inherits a massive fortune from a reclusive billionaire, Tobias Hawthorne. To claim her inheritance, Avery must solve a series of puzzles, all while navigating a web of family secrets, deceit, and high-society drama. The blend of mystery, puzzle-solving, and suspense creates a narrative that’s impossible to put down.

Books that follow a similar structure — filled with suspense, intricate puzzles, and complex character dynamics — will likely appeal to fans of The Inheritance Games.

1. One of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus

One of Us Is Lying is a young adult thriller that combines suspense, mystery, and a twisty plot with a group of high school students. When a classmate is found dead after a detention session, everyone is a suspect. The story is filled with multiple perspectives, secrets, and lies, much like The Inheritance Games. It also delves into deep character development and complex relationships, making it a perfect read for fans of puzzles and hidden motives.

2. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

While not a mystery in the traditional sense, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo contains enough twists and turns to satisfy readers who love drama and intrigue. The novel follows the glamorous life of actress Evelyn Hugo, as told through a journalist, Monique Grant. Secrets, scandals, and puzzles about Evelyn’s seven husbands unravel throughout the narrative, keeping readers on their toes and hungry for more.

3. The Guest List by Lucy Foley

In The Guest List, a lavish wedding on a remote island turns deadly. The guests have secrets, and the atmosphere is thick with suspense as the story moves between multiple perspectives. Like The Inheritance Games, this novel keeps readers guessing, revealing one shocking twist after another as it explores the darkest corners of human nature.

4. A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

This young adult mystery novel centers around Pip Fitz-Amobi, a high school student investigating a closed murder case in her town. With the help of her friends, she uncovers dark secrets and hidden truths about a crime that happened years ago. Much like The Inheritance Games, this book is fast-paced, clever, and full of twists that will keep you turning the pages.

5. The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley

If you love the mysterious, atmospheric setting of The Inheritance Games, The Paris Apartment will be an excellent choice. The story unfolds in a Paris apartment building, where a woman named Jess is searching for her missing brother. As she investigates the building's tenants, dark secrets are uncovered, and suspense mounts. It’s a page-turner filled with unexpected twists.

6. Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty

Though Big Little Lies is more of a domestic thriller than a classic mystery, its sharp character development, high-society intrigue, and buried secrets will appeal to fans of The Inheritance Games. This novel explores the lives of three women whose seemingly perfect lives are overshadowed by a murder. Like Avery, the protagonists find themselves caught in a tangled web of lies, deceit, and hidden truths.

7. We Were Liars by E. Lockhart

In We Were Liars, the protagonist, Cadence, tries to piece together the mysterious events that occurred during her family’s summer vacation on a private island. The novel’s haunting writing, family dynamics, and slow reveal of secrets make it an excellent read for fans of twisty mysteries like The Inheritance Games. It’s a dark, psychological thriller that will leave you questioning everything until the very end.

Discover More Books Like The Inheritance Games

Looking for even more book recommendations like The Inheritance Games? Check out this article on Epic Books that features additional books in the same vein. Whether you’re into YA thrillers or adult mysteries, there’s something for everyone.

To explore these and other thrilling novels, download the Epic Books app, where you can access a vast collection of books that will keep you entertained and on the edge of your seat. You can find the app on Google Play or Apple's App Store.

If you’re a fan of The Inheritance Games, the books listed above are sure to captivate you with their thrilling plots, intricate puzzles, and complex characters. From YA thrillers to adult suspense, there’s a whole world of mysteries waiting to be discovered. Be sure to check out Epic Books for a wide selection of books that can take your reading experience to the next level.

Happy reading, and let the mysteries unfold!

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A Year With Me Can't Possibly Explain Everything

Every day, you only see a small piece of the puzzle that makes up who I am. Like a book with endless pages, I’m full of surprises and mysteries, just waiting to be discovered.

Every day, you only see a small piece of the puzzle that makes up who I am. Like a book with endless pages, I’m full of surprises and mysteries, just waiting to be discovered

Spending time with me is like peeling back the layers of an endlessly intriguing mystery. You might think you’ve got me figured out, but each day brings a new revelation, a new facet of my character that surprises even those closest to me. I’m often told there’s a depth to me that’s hard to fully grasp in a short time; like a book with infinite pages, each chapter of my life offers a glimpse into the diverse traits that make me uniquely captivating.

I thrive on passion and intensity. Whether I’m diving into my latest interest or standing up for what I believe in, I bring a fiery enthusiasm that can light up any room. This zeal isn’t just for show—it’s a genuine burst of energy that draws people to me, making me a natural focal point in social settings. My friends say that being around me is like catching a spark; it’s almost impossible not to feel energized and inspired.

Yet, there’s also a calm, grounding presence to my personality. When things get hectic, I’m the rock that people turn to for stability. This blend of dynamism and steadiness makes me a confidant and leader in equal measure. It’s this balance that often leaves people wondering how someone can be both a whirlwind and a haven of peace at the same time.

Beyond the energy and stability, there’s an allure to my persona that’s hard to pin down. I’ve got a magnetic charm that seems to draw secrets out of the most reserved individuals. It’s not just about charisma; there’s an empathetic understanding and a readiness to listen that makes people feel safe and valued in my presence. This ability to connect on a deeper level is something I cherish—it transforms everyday interactions into meaningful connections.

Navigating a year or even a lifetime with me promises a journey of continuous discovery. Just when you think you’ve seen all my layers, I’ll surprise you with something new, reminding everyone that I am a complex tapestry of traits, each more intriguing than the last. So, here’s to the adventures and insights yet to come—with me, you’re in for an extraordinary ride.

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However, my vibrant tapestry isn’t without its darker threads. My passion, while often infectious, can sometimes overwhelm both myself and those around me. When I dive deep into my pursuits or causes, I can become so engrossed that I might unintentionally steamroll others’ opinions or feelings. This intensity, though born from genuine enthusiasm, can sometimes lead to burnout or moments of unintended insensitivity.

And while my ability to be a rock for others is one of my strengths, it also comes with its own set of challenges. I often take on the problems of others, shouldering burdens that aren’t mine to bear. This can leave me feeling drained, yet I struggle to set boundaries, fearing I might let someone down. My desire to be everyone’s anchor can sometimes mean I neglect my own needs, wading through emotional waters that are meant for calmer shores.

My magnetic charm, too, has its pitfalls. The very allure that draws people to me can also create a façade that I find hard to drop. Being seen as a confidant and a charismatic figure means that I’m often placed on a pedestal, high and lonely. People sometimes forget that behind the captivating presence lies a person with doubts and vulnerabilities, who isn’t always the sage or the life of the party.

In acknowledging these flaws and challenges, I embrace the full spectrum of my being. Each weakness, each flaw, and each “beautiful red flag” is a stroke of color that adds depth to my character. Recognizing these aspects isn’t just about admitting faults—it’s about understanding that even the quirkiest parts of our personalities contribute to who we are. Embracing my entire self, shadows and all, is a journey just as important as celebrating my strengths. As we move forward, let’s remember that growth comes from recognizing all parts of ourselves, turning the beautiful red flags into markers that guide us toward our true paths.

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So, why not take the chance to really get to know me? When the planets align and their energies favor us, I can be truly amazing, and you’ll feel that energy just by being around me. During these times, my presence can feel like a vibrant festival of light and joy. But, like the cosmos, I have phases where the stars dim and my darker, more enigmatic side emerges. These moments may seem challenging and perplexing, yet if you dare to look closer, you’ll see blazing stars hidden within the shadows.

Getting to know me is not a straightforward path. It’s a journey through layers and complexities, through stories untold and facets unseen. Due to my impulsive nature and my ability to keep secrets, I might come across as an open book one moment and a sealed vault the next. There are too many tales to unfold in just a year; our adventure together will reveal more with each passing day. It’s like exploring universe after universe—I’m all in, ready to be there, everywhere, and anywhere, whether I’m in my pajamas, doing everything or nothing at all. Confusing, right? But that’s just part of the ride.

I invite you to dive into this journey with me. Understand that while I might sometimes drift into my own world, I am always anchored here with you. Each moment with me can be a discovery, a new star in our shared galaxy. If you’re willing to navigate the complex orbits of my world, you’ll find that the celestial dance we perform together is uniquely beautiful and profoundly rewarding.

Let’s embrace the chaos and the calm, the light and the dark. Get to know me—not just in fleeting moments but in all the continuous ebb and flow of life’s tides. Together, we can explore the vast expanses of not just who I am, but also who we can become together. Laugh with me, journey with me, and let’s see where this cosmic adventure leads. You get it, right? Haha, here’s to hoping we find the rhythm in the beautiful madness of it all.

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Unlocking the Secrets of Spirit Communication in Witching Hour

After diving into Witching Hour, I’ve been fascinated by the intricate and mysterious rules governing spirit communication depicted in the film. It’s not just a supernatural thriller; it reveals a hidden world where spirits navigate their existence with a set of unique constraints and challenges.

The film introduces a compelling set of rules that define how spirits interact with both the living and each other. These rules unveil the complex and often harsh realities of spirit life, offering us a window into their enigmatic world.

Curious about what makes spirit communication so captivating and fraught with challenges?

Here’s an exploration of 30 intriguing rules and aspects that shape how spirits operate and interact:

Energy Depletion: Spirits who use too much energy risk dissipating forever.

Visibility of Death: Spirits witness their own death, which can impact their energy levels.

Difficulty Communicating with Each Other: Spirits struggle to interact with one another.

Taxing Human Interactions: Engaging with the human world depletes a spirit’s energy.

Fragmentation and Disorientation: Frequent interactions lead to a fragmented and disoriented state.

Rudeness of Physical Contact: Touching other spirits is considered rude and can cause discomfort.

Limited Communication: Spirits may only be able to communicate through limited or indirect means.

Energy Recovery: Spirits may need time to recover their energy after exertion.

Emotional Impact: High emotional stress can further deplete a spirit’s energy.

Time Constraints: Spirits have limited time in the human world before they must retreat.

Manifestation Limitations: Spirits can only partially manifest in the physical world.

Attachment to Objects: Spirits might be bound to certain objects or places due to unfinished business.

Impact of Physical Changes: Changes in the physical world (e.g., destruction of a haunted object) can affect spirits.

Difficulty Leaving: Once bound to a location, spirits may struggle to leave.

Temporary Presence: Spirits can only remain in the human world for brief periods before depleting their energy.

Interference from Other Entities: Other supernatural beings or entities can impact a spirit’s energy or actions.

Vulnerability to Human Actions: Actions by the living, such as disturbances or disrespect, can weaken or harm spirits.

Communication Through Symbols: Spirits may need to use symbols or indirect methods to convey messages.

Restricted Movements: Spirits may be restricted in their movements or actions within the human realm.

Influence of the Environment: Environmental factors, such as weather or location, can affect a spirit’s energy.

Perception of Time: Spirits may experience time differently, influencing their actions and interactions.

Limited Interaction with Physical Objects: Spirits may struggle to manipulate physical objects.

Residual Energy: Spirits may leave behind residual energy that can affect the environment or people.

Difficulty in Direct Communication: Direct speech or interaction with the living may be challenging or impossible.

Energetic Residue: Interaction with the living can leave an energetic residue that affects both spirits and humans.

Impact of Emotional States: The emotional state of a spirit can influence its energy levels and interaction capabilities.

Dependency on the Living: Some spirits may depend on the living for energy or communication.

Struggle with Identity: Spirits may have difficulty maintaining their identity over time and with interaction.

Influence of Past Actions: A spirit’s past actions or unresolved issues can impact its current state and interactions.

Restrictions on Power Use: Spirits may have limits on the amount of power they can use, affecting their ability to influence the physical world.

These rules provide a fascinating look into the hidden dynamics of spirit existence and communication, offering a deeper understanding of the challenges and mysteries that come with navigating the afterlife. If you're intrigued by these concepts, dive into the film and explore how these elements are portrayed.

Here’s the link to watch Witching Hour: click!

Enjoy the exploration!

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I hate living in this world so fucking much.

Everything is already so exhausted: Every last curiosity, intrigue, new paths to follow, it all follows the same pattern in one way or another.

I hate having been born with this brain: Able to dissect and understand everything around me to a capacity that makes absolutely nothing unpredictable: There's no surprise anymore, no big new area of the mind to explore. It's all just the same, rancid old shit.

Having these same repeating problems; Big, small and every other incognizant size in between, is so exhausting. Nothing ever changes; The paths to these dynamics never end up going anywhere else but where I already know they will. I've already exhausted all the possible 'new' ways I could look at things, infinitely so, to the point where there's just nothing left but exhaustion.

It's like just starting a new game; A big, wide world full of things to explore, and in one consistent, cognizant and conscious swoop, you finish the whole damn thing before you're even supposed to finish the starting area, because you've been 'blessed' with hyper-processing power.

It's all so infuriating: This world's dynamics are so bland and rigid: Nothing ever changes! No one has the gall to throw a wrench in the machine and sow some real chaos, shake things up a little. Which is hypocritical for me to say, considering that even if I did find myself in that environment, I'd just process everything too fast anyway.

To cognify a world that would keep up with my baseline-existence standards, it would be unrealistic: There are certain qualities in me that simply make such a world feasibly impossible. So even if I did try to simulate the world I want, I'd not have the brain power to fully emulate the scope of it.

I'm in a quantum transistence of being ever so (not) good enough. I exhaust myself every day just having to lug my own weight in this shithole. The constant energy drain that goes to maintaining my own constant upkeep is exhilaratingly suffocative; I'm. Tired.

Of existing, of being, of having, of living. It all causes me too much stress, to the point I've eaten away at any internal resource I've had left. I'm a walking, electric husk of curse-borne flesh and bone, wanting to elevate myself to fibers and any other synthetic material that could help me be better at me.

I'm not human: I know I'm not. When I feel out my perceived form, I can't even begin to cognify its true state; I'd rip my mind in half. All I know is that I'm rotten on the inside of this disparaged, fleshy core.

Even now, the words I mean are in a quantum state: Infinite shuffling possibilities of the intricate state of all-knowing meaning. Incomprehensible to the human eye. It'd rip them a new one.

I'm just so tired of being, man. I just want to dissipate into a puddle, and let go of all this tension. I just want to ascend to the damn ether and call this charade quits already..

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Betting facts for the American Packers team

Are you a fan of the Green Bay Packers? If so, you’re in for a treat! In this article, we will take a deep dive into the rich history of the team, from their firsts, records, and milestones to the key players and legends that have shaped the franchise. We will also explore the unique traditions and fan culture that make the Packers stand out, as well as their impact on the NFL and pop culture. Get ready to discover all there is to know about this iconic American football team!

The Green Bay Packers Legacy: A Betting Perspective

The Green Bay Packers, synonymous with football greatness, stand as a testament to the enduring spirit of the NFL. Founded in 1919 by Earl “Curly” Lambeau, this storied franchise has carved its legacy on the gridiron, capturing the hearts of fans and bettors alike. As we delve into the rich history of the Packers, it’s impossible to ignore the dynamic betting landscape that surrounds this iconic team.

Home Advantage in Betting

Lambeau Field, an iconic stadium steeped in history, serves as the battleground where the Packers have celebrated countless victories. From the “Frozen Tundra” to the raucous atmosphere created by the fervent ‘Cheeseheads,’ Lambeau Field is a fortress that plays a crucial role in the Packers’ success.

For bettors that are betting on a Swedish site, Lambeau Field becomes a factor to consider when analyzing odds and spreads. The Packers’ formidable home advantage often influences betting lines, making savvy bettors keenly aware of the impact that playing on their home turf can have on the team’s performance.

Fan Passion and Betting Trends

The passionate Green Bay fan base, affectionately known as the ‘Cheeseheads,’ is a force to be reckoned with both in the stadium and the betting arena. The unwavering support of these fans, who fill Lambeau Field regardless of weather conditions, creates an atmosphere that transcends the game itself.

Bettors keen on understanding the betting trends around the Packers pay close attention to the ‘Cheeseheads’ factor. The level of fan support can influence everything from in-play betting dynamics to prop bets centered around the crowd’s impact on the game. The emotional investment of the ‘Cheeseheads’ becomes a unique element that adds a layer of unpredictability to the betting experience.

Futures Betting Opportunities

With a legacy of Super Bowl triumphs, the Green Bay Packers consistently enter each season with aspirations for championship glory. For bettors, this presents intriguing opportunities in the realm of futures betting. Predicting the Packers’ journey through the season, their playoff performance, and their chances of hoisting the Lombardi Trophy becomes a captivating endeavor.

Bettors on Swedish betting sites can explore a myriad of futures bets, ranging from regular season win totals to playoff outcomes. The Packers’ perennial contention for the Super Bowl adds an exciting dimension to the betting landscape, where strategic foresight can lead to rewarding returns.

For bettors seeking a combination of history, passion, and strategic opportunities, the Green Bay Packers provide a thrilling journey. As each season unfolds, bettors on Swedish sites can immerse themselves in the Packers’ narrative, capitalizing on the team’s historical strengths, home field magic, and the fervent support of the legendary ‘Cheeseheads.’ In the realm of sports betting, the Green Bay Packers aren’t just a team – they are a captivating saga waiting to unfold on the gridiron.

Overview of the Team’s History

The history of the Green Bay Packers is intertwined with legendary figures like Vince Lombardi and Curly Lambeau, who led the team to numerous NFL Championships and Super Bowl victories.

Curly Lambeau, one of the founding fathers of the team, established the Packers in 1919, creating a legacy that would endure for generations. With a vision to bring professional football to Green Bay, Lambeau played a pivotal role in shaping the team’s identity.

On the other hand, Vince Lombardi, renowned for his leadership and strategic brilliance, transformed the Packers into a powerhouse during the 1960s.

Their combined influence laid the foundation for the Packers’ sustained success, culminating in unforgettable championship wins and historic Super Bowl triumphs.

Firsts, Records, and Milestones

The Green Bay Packers have set numerous records for mga casinos and milestones in the NFL, with iconic players like Bart Starr, Don Hutson, and Ray Nitschke leaving a lasting legacy.

One of the firsts that put the Green Bay Packers on the map was winning the first two Super Bowls in 1967 and 1968 under the leadership of legendary coach Vince Lombardi. Bart Starr, the quarterback, played a pivotal role in those victories, solidifying his status as one of the all-time greats. Starr was known for his accurate passing and strong leadership on the field.

Don Hutson, another Green Bay Packers legend, revolutionized the wide receiver position with his exceptional speed and precise route-running. He set numerous receiving records that stood for decades, earning him a place in the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

Notable Achievements in Team History

The Green Bay Packers boast a remarkable history of notable achievements, including multiple NFL Championships and Super Bowl victories that have solidified their place as one of the league’s premier franchises.

Established in 1919 by Earl ‘Curly�� Lambeau and George Calhoun, the team has a rich tradition steeped in success. Their early dominance in the NFL led them to secure an impressive total of 13 NFL Championships, the most in league history. Notable figures like Vince Lombardi and Bart Starr played pivotal roles in shaping their legacy, culminating in the historic first two Super Bowl wins in 1966 and 1967, marking the beginning of a new era for the franchise.

Key Players and Legends

The Green Bay Packers have been home to legendary players such as Brett Favre and Reggie White, whose exceptional talents have left an indelible mark on the franchise.

When discussing the history of the Green Bay Packers, it’s impossible not to mention Brett Favre, the iconic quarterback known for his fiery passion on the field and his ability to lead the team to numerous victories. Favre’s strong arm and fearless playing style endeared him to fans and solidified his place in Packers lore.

Equally revered is Reggie White, the “Minister of Defense,” whose dominant presence on the defensive line struck fear into opponents. White’s leadership and exceptional skill were instrumental in the Packers’ Super Bowl success, making him a beloved figure among fans.

Profiles of Iconic Players

Delve into the profiles of iconic Green Bay Packers players such as Bart Starr, Don Hutson, and Ray Nitschke, exploring their careers, achievements, and lasting influence on the team.

Bart Starr, widely recognized as one of the greatest quarterbacks in NFL history, led the Green Bay Packers to multiple championships, earning MVP honors in Super Bowl I and II.

Don Hutson revolutionized the wide receiver position, setting numerous records that stood for decades and paving the way for modern pass-oriented offenses.

Ray Nitschke, a fierce linebacker known for his hard-hitting style, anchored the Packers’ defense during their dominant years in the 1960s, helping the team to multiple championships and earning multiple Pro Bowl selections.

Team Traditions and Fan Culture

The Green Bay Packers boast unique team traditions and a vibrant fan culture, with iconic elements like the Titletown District and the beloved Lumberjack Band shaping the team’s identity.

One of the most remarkable aspects of the Green Bay Packers is their deep connection to their community. The Titletown District, located adjacent to Lambeau Field, offers fans an immersive experience with its various entertainment options, including a skating rink, a football field, and even a brewery.

Similarly, the Lumberjack Band, a staple at Packers games since the 1920s, adds a nostalgic charm to the gameday atmosphere. This group of musicians clad in plaid exudes a sense of tradition and passion that resonates with both long-time supporters and newcomers alike.

Unique Practices and Fan Engagement

Discover the Green Bay Packers’ unique practices and engaging fan activities, from the popular Packers Bar Trivia Night to the energetic performances by the Tundra Line.

Green Bay Packers, known for their deep connection with their fans, go above and beyond to create memorable experiences. Apart from Packers Bar Trivia Night, where fans showcase their knowledge and love for the team, the Tundra Line performances are a true highlight. The Tundra Line, a drumline and cheerleading squad, amps up the crowd with their dynamic routines during home games. This unique blend of entertainment adds an electric atmosphere to the stadium, making each game day unforgettable for fans of all ages.