#and if you don't want to see her as spiritual that's fine

[eeuni]

getaway car ! eva

angst, eva (from swarm), blood, no happy ending, lies, drama, death, a little suggestive, cuts

all seemed like a cruel lie, as if you two were cursed. when eva met you, she enchanted you with her beauty, she invited you to her house, she lent you her clothes, she took care of you every day. she introduced you to her curious friends who lived with her, you thought everything was normal for a moment. just a cute girl who loved taking care of her plants and loved spirituality.

you didn't know what you were getting into.

you began to notice how eva let you go out less and less, she would suggest that she go shopping for things for the home and that you sit there looking beautiful. and many times she offered you spirituality sessions, and she had in mind to make a blood pact with you. she was madly in love. she needed you so much, she didn't want anyone to touch you. she told her friends to leave you alone, that you were so quiet for a reason.

the reason was that you weren't a psychopath like all of them. you didn't know that in the past eva's hands were covered in blood, like all those girls. they were there so they wouldn't have to deal with the police. you remember to this day how you would get on your knees on the wooden floor, excited because eva would tell you about her childhood. but all that came out of his lips was a slightly modified lie.

she didn't want to lie to you, but she had to make you love her enough so that you wouldn't run away when you found out about her crimes. and over time, despite those attitudes (she wouldn't let you go out, she would be jealous all the time, she would manipulate you, etc.) you fell in love with her. a lot.

it was one night after having made a bonfire with her friends in her garden where she confessed to you what she had done. she took your hands, she spoke to you softly, she even seemed a little sorry for having done it and she told you that her hands would never again be covered in someone else's blood. another lie.

"it's a shame...but, it won't happen again, okay my sweet girl?" were her words.

and to keep you from escaping she stole a kiss from you, silencing in a second all thoughts of 'oh, maybe I should think about all this'. her hand went up under your skirt and with her fingers she made you forget about any problems.

you closed your eyes tightly and repeated in your mind: 'the past is the past.'

after that night it was impossible to fall asleep. you overthought everything eva told you, your hands shook, you were panicking. you felt confused at first, why had she done all that? maybe now her actions came to life. but was it really good to stay with her? you felt tears threaten to fall. you wished eva was normal, that she had never done anything so you could love her freely.

"hey, is everything all right?..." dre.

you raised your head in fear. she was leaning against the frame of the room you shared with eva, you nodded slowly. no one could know that you were starting to want to leave that place.

"yes...iwas just thinking." you replied, brushing it off.

maybe then she would leave you alone.

"if you want, ill call eva, she'll know-"

slowly dre was turning around, you panicked once again, shaking your head quickly. "no! i—i'm fine!" you prayed to yourself that dre would just leave and stop talking.

"wow, okay. sorry." she acted a little offended, after looking at you for a few seconds she changed the topic. "by the way...do you know where my phone is? i have to see if ni'jah posted."

"no. i don't." you were starting to get anxious and a little upset, you wanted to be alone and be able to think about everything that had happened. "can you please just leave?"

dre let out a sigh, rolled her eyes at your annoyance and left, closing the door. now you could let out that breath that felt so thoughtful and eternal, you lay down on the bed and closed your eyes. your mind began to replay your best moments with eva, how she made you blush so quickly, how she was so soft and sweet that it seemed unreal. you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realize she had entered the room when you felt a weight on the bed.

"hi, baby." eva's voice made you open your eyes.

you felt her hand caress your right leg, moving up and drawing her body to yours, almost as if asking your permission to hug you. you left her, loving her too much to push her away, especially when she looked at you like that.

"are you feeling okay?" of course dre had walked into the kitchen and told eva to take care of her upset girl.

this made her curious, she got worried and quickly went up.

you nodded slowly, lying to her a little. eva's hands ran over your waist as she pressed her head against your stomach. "is it because of last night?" she continued talking. "i mean, if you feel—" "eva, stop."

you didn't let her say another word. you looked at her, totally confused about what to do, but you remembered how much she had done for you. maybe deep down she was a good person, but you felt that you no longer knew her fully.

"i love you, eva." you whispered, your hands on her cheeks. she smiled, reassured.

the ties were black and the lies white.

(...)

eva was outside with the girls, in the firelight, you could hear them laughing, talking about nature and its beauty. from the bed, sleep took over you, you told eva that you were too tired to be present that night. she almost called everything off to stay with you, but you told her no, that everything would be okay.

you slept for what seemed like only twenty minutes until you heard heart-breaking screams. frightened, you got out of bed, opening the curtain that led right to where the girls were.

you could see dre coming into the house, screaming and angry. "where's my phone!? i can't miss ni'jah!" she walked up the stairs and into the room, i looked at her in surprise.

she started going through the drawers, breathing heavily. you stood in a corner, starting to shake at the sight of her being so angry. eva came through the door, looking for you. she stood in front of you, as if protecting you.

"dre! its 45 minutes to the festival, by the time you get the—" eva's calm voice was interrupted by dre. "give me my phone."

your skin hit the cold wood of the nightstand next to the bed, you looked at eva. "we are your friends! you belong here."

you still don't really remember how, but dre did break a glass over eva's head. it was the only moment you were able to react. "eva!" you screamed. the woman staggered, falling into your arms and dre tried to attack you. you did everything you could to defend yourself from dre.

"fucking bitch! you're going to die!" dre kicked. you grabbed a sharp glass that had broken loose from the glass and stuck it into dre's shoulder. "f—fuck!" she whimpered.

you stole the keys, took the money, and with eva holding your hand, you locked dre in the room. oh my. what had you become? all the other girls watched you two run down the stairs. drea upstairs was starting to break down the door.

you were so scared but there was no time to think about it.

"oh my god! eva, are you okay?" they were all alarmed to see the blood dripping from eva's head. all those bitches were getting in the way and dre's screams were making you angrier and angrier.

"get out of the fucking way!"

eva was still completely silent, she wanted to see where this whole situation would take you. it was even a little exciting to see you like this. when you opened the door eva followed you, running so she could get into dre's truck and start driving. eva put her hands on the wheel.

"well? drive!" you exclaimed when you saw how she still didn't do anything and dre was already outside, getting into another car.

"yes, ma'am."

she started it, that car became a getaway car. you were lying to yourself, repeating that the person you were was not the real one. you two entered the road, you quickly looked behind your shoulder seeing how dre began to follow the car.

"go, go, go!" your heart was beating so hard you couldn't think straight, all the pressure of the moment was cutting off your breath.

all the commotion on the road made eva leave the road, near a motel-bar she crashed the car into an old tree.

"eva!" you cried, stressed out from not knowing what to do. it was certain that dre would come down and try to kill you two.

you couldn't see anything because of the smoke coming out of the truck, you heard eva cough. you noticed that you two were stuck. from eve's lips came the whisper of your name, you spread the smoke, searching for her face. she let out a moan when you touched her wound on her cheek.

"go...go, please. go somewhere safe." she said.

now you had a reason to leave, but why did you suddenly not want to anymore? you wanted to just die in that car with her. at this point you were crying. the sirens could be heard in the beat of her heart, we were not far away.

"i can't leave you." you answered her.

you were in a getaway car, you left her at a motel-bar, put the money in the back and then stole the keys.

"go."

that was the last time you ever saw her.

you broke the glass, leaving a kiss on eva's lips that mixed with the taste of your tears and her blood. you should have known you'd be the first to leave.

you were crying,

you were dying,

saying goodbye,

in a getaway car.

two years later.

since the last time you saw her you couldn't stop thinking about her, not knowing if she had survived or what had happened. you had been crying for two whole years, everything that had happened that time was so much that you had to see your psychologist three times a week.

eva ran her hands over your body, kissing your skin. you shifted on the bed, letting out a moan. "listen up, hm, i've never paid this much attention to you, ever"

when she looked up, her entire face was covered in blood. her blue eyes were marked on you like two tattoos.

you woke up excited, letting out a sigh as you came back to reality after that dream. you always dreamed about her. you prepared to tell your therapist about that dream, when you arrived at the place where the session would be, you received a notification. your therapist.

"hello, look, good morning first of all. i have to leave the city due to some health problems my mother is having. it was a pleasure sharing sessions with you, i hope to see you soon. today you will be greeted by a new therapist, I promise it will be fun with her, miss! goodbye and good luck."

you froze when you read that, you had the door in front of you and you wondered once again if you should go in and meet your new therapist. your old therapist was comfortable, and you wanted to tell her about the dream.

you gathered strength and something inside you told you to come in. you opened the door slowly. you noticed a figure identical to....

this must be another dream.

the woman turned around with a sweet smile. of course it was her, she was a mastermind.

"hi, im eva."

her cheek was decorated by a scar.

[lost-technology]

Interesting. I am replying because of my own headcanon thoughts on the character and because of an interesting philosophy of ethics and Christian theology post I've seen out in the wild that you and others might find interesting.

First, headcanons. I believe that in fandom, a person can have any kind of headcanon about a character as long as they can defend it with canon evidence. I also believe that people should be able to agree to disagree. Personally, I do not think of Rem as an atheist. A doubter sometimes (I've put in my own fanfiction a line about "praying to a God she wasn't sure she believed in") and I don't think of her as dogmatic, the stereotypical traditional churchgoer type necessarily beholden to any particular religious doctrine, but she does speak of angels ('98 and Stampede) and in all of the canons, including the manga, we have the scene where she kind of talks to / "prays" to Alex, which would seem out of sorts for someone who didn't believe in some form of afterlife. (I've "talked" to dead loved ones on occasion, because of a feeling that they might hear me, somehow. Atheist friends of mine are not known to do this because to them, dead is obliterated). I also personally find it more interesting from a worldbuilding standpoint to have Rem as spiritual / not-atheist BECAUSE she is a scientist living in a sci-fi situation and in current world culture, it's something of a stereotype that scientists are uber-logical all the time and veer toward atheism and I remember a post of mine somewhere on my blog that "Wouldn't it be absolutely interesting if in Trigun's universe, it's the exact opposite because of the Plants?" Like, what if most of the SEEDS scientists (presumably future of our world) had religious notions, opposite of the stereotypes of today because this is a universe where humans have "accessed the power of God by putting angels in glass cages, it's scientific fact!" People don't seem to know exactly what the Plants are, but perhaps there is a lot of theory that humans have gone done and discovered physical manifestations of angels and their best guess as to what constitutes the Higher Dimension that they access is Godstuff? - Not a headcanon you need to have, just some of my own ideas that I have for my personal fun. As for not being above forging documents and lying... if you're arguing against spirituality or even Christianity in particular, I've got an interesting link regarding this. I consider myself a Progressive Christian / something of a "heretic Christian" when it comes to some of the more common dogmas, haven't been to church in a long time and some Internet-philosophy discussion pretty much replaces church for me. A blog I frequent, Slacktivist, recently had commentary on what "Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness" actually means. It gets reduced to "do not lie" a lot, but it's actually not that (in fact, there are several examples of righteous people in the Bible lying for greater good). Warning: This link contains discussion of recent American political shenaigans. The most interesting tidbit of it, though, is where the blogger talks about getting into trouble as a sub-teacher at a Christian school for telling the kids it's okay to lie in certain circumstances, right after having done a screening of The Hiding Place, a renowned film about a devout Christian family who lied like Hell to the Nazis to save their Jewish neighbors. Quote from the blog: The movie, however, was The Hiding Place — the very well done Billy Graham Films adaptation of Corrie ten Boom’s Holocaust memoir. The ten Booms were devout Dutch Calvinists and righteous gentiles who hid, and helped rescue, their Jewish neighbors in occupied Amsterdam. The movie shows them lying. A lot. Forging papers, deceiving soldiers, doing whatever they needed to protect and rescue those in peril. Devout, pious, saintly Casper ten Boom weaponizes the deference granted to his religious respectability to convince the Nazis that someone like him would never lie to them even as he is lying to them. So, in my opinion, if Rem is Christian, it's well within the moral framework to lie like a rug to protect the twins.

Hear me out: atheist Rem Saverem.

I get why 98 decided to make Rem Christian. I really do.

However, manga Rem never exactly tells Vash to not kill other people. To not throw his life away? Yes. To not treat lives lightly? Yes. (I guess not killing other people is implied, but hey.)

When she has an issue, she leaps into action, and is not above lying or hacking official government databases. I fully believe if SEEDS tried the Tesla experimentation on the twins, she would have not have hesitated to protect them after making a promise that it wouldn't happen again. If protect means harm, yes.

I find it interesting, then, that manga Rem doesn't seem to really believe in or call in a god for help—even at her most desperate hour, she prays to Alex to give her strength.

And that's evocative of the philosophy she passes on to Vash: to protect and have faith in humanity.

I sometimes hear very religious people wondering how one decides to do "the right thing" without a specific creed. What is your moral compass, then? What guides you?

It's what we owe to each other. It's the people we love. It's getting to that tomorrow.

To be sure, putting your faith in a deity is as much as a toss-up as betting on human race. Rem has seen shit. Vash has seen shit. But they both put their lives on the line, every time, to save humanity because they believe it's worth saving.

[sansaorgana]

— THE PROPHECY

PAIRING �� Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Fremen!Reader

SUMMARY — After failing to protect your tribe, its members leave you behind to die according to your customs. When Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen finds you, he immediately knows you are a daughter of the desert that was promised to him in the prophecy. Just like you were promised a man from the stars to come for you.

REQUEST — (1)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I changed the request a little and I hope it's fine – I just had this idea and I really wanted to write it but the request itself inspired it! 💛 By the way, this request was sent in April... 🙈 I am so ashamed of myself and it's not even the only request like that because I still have one left to write with Feyd... Please, do forgive me... 🙏🏻 I know nothing about Fremen customs and I didn't bother to Google them because I had this idea in my head and I liked it so I didn't want to change it either way. Therefore, keep in mind that I treat The Fremen culture pretty loosely here. Reader is a Princess (I don't think they have royalty at all in canon), she has ritual tattoos on her body (not as many as Lady Jessica but still) and she has blue eyes from the spice (which is not even mentioned I think 🤔) but other than that I did not describe anything about her looks.

WARNINGS — mentions of slavery, mentions of sexual activities including non/dub-con (no actual smut), mentions of suicide, Reader gets beaten up badly in the beginning by The Harkonnen soldiers

WORD COUNT — 4,200

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE PROPHECY

In other worlds, noble families had all the possible privileges alongside the burden of responsibilities. In other worlds, Princesses were spoiled and insufferable creatures who had all their whims and wishes fulfilled. But it was no other world – it was a cruel and harsh Arrakis. It was a hot desert filled with nothing but sand and spice and your tribe expected that your parents would help them to survive – no matter what price.

Everyone had the same duty to keep the rest alive – your father, your mother and even you, a simple Princess. The Fremen were not rich, therefore you were wearing the same clothes as everyone else. But even if you tried to blend in with the crowd, everyone would recognise you because of the ritual tattoos covering your skin. The noble blood was nothing but poison running through your veins – it was unwanted. Every failure was blamed upon you and you would drink the collected water as the last because your job was to make sure your tribe would live.

You had lost your mother first, even before the new Harkonnen invasion and the oppression of The Atreides. But your father died recently, in the very same ruins where your tribe left you to die in the ashes and heat before they attempted to run away. You were their Princess and your family had failed to protect them – the tough custom was to leave you behind and let the desert take care of you. It would either swallow you whole or you would prove yourself by digging yourself out.

But in this case – it was leaving you behind for The Harkonnens to find you and take care of you. It was worse than death in the desert. Perhaps their ways of murder were quicker and more sophisticated but they were unnatural. You were a Fremen and if you were to die, you wanted to do it by slowly decaying in the sand.

“Mercy… Mercy…” You begged quietly in Chakobsa language when they found out that the body laying amongst the ruins was still alive and breathing.

One of the Harkonnen soldiers pulled you up by your hair and you could see them all through hazy eyes, in their black uniforms covering their unhealthy pale white skin. 

“That bitch is alive,” one of them drawled out. “Are you going to talk?” He leaned in to ask you but you didn’t answer. You had no physical strength to answer him but also no spiritual motivation to keep going.

You were already prepared to die and you felt so indifferent that their punches and kicks did not bring you any pain at all. They dragged you by your hair and bruised your skin, they threatened you and cut you in a few places but with each drop of blood, you also felt your life leaking out of your body and what a sweet relief it was.

You were lying curled up on the ground and completely lost track of time. You could have been there for centuries, long hours or mere minutes only. You had absolutely no idea. You only waited for death to finally release you from this life and from the endless sands of Arrakis.

Your dream was to fly – fly away and see other worlds. See the worlds with greenery and water. To breathe in the fresh air and to be invisible in the crowd, to no longer be a Princess.

Or to simply disappear. That option was not so bad either. Everything was better than this life, certainly.

For now, they left you alone and proceeded to ruin the temple around you. And some part of you grieved this loss of your culture but the other part had no love for it anymore because you couldn’t care less at this point and because this world and these people had brought you nothing but pain and oppression. You loved and hated the Fremen equally.

Perhaps The Harkonnens had left you alone to regenerate before they’d start kicking and beating you again. Perhaps they would let you die in peace – that was doubtful, though. Perhaps they thought you were already dead but you were sure they did not because they were very committed to their art of killing.

When you heard heavy steps approaching you and their muffled voices explaining something to the man who had just arrived, you realised that they had been simply waiting for someone more important. And he was probably the one who would bring death to you. You tried to open your eyelids at least a little to see the face of your killer as you prayed quietly for a painless death even though you knew very well that no gods were listening to you. No gods would listen in a destroyed temple anyway. 

The gods were angry and their anger was always aimed at people like you – the noble Fremen who hadn’t managed to keep their people safe. You were doomed in this life and in the afterlife. There was no escape.

The man who had just walked inside the cave in which you were lying had an intriguing face because he was quite handsome for a Harkonnen. He had to be someone important, too, because his clothes were more elegant. He even had a cape attached to his stillsuit.

“Spy. Left behind,” one of his soldiers informed him and the man finally looked down and spotted you.

You bravely kept looking at him even though you knew already that painless death would be no option from his hands. You even straightened yourself up, slowly and gritting your teeth because you didn’t want to hiss out of pain and give them any satisfaction. Now, you were on your knees.

“No trace of the others,” the soldier explained.

“They’ve gone South to hide in the storms,” the new man commented and his voice made a shiver go down your spine and formed a knot in your stomach. There was something extremely eerie about him in a way that no ordinary Harkonnen could match. He was evil and twisted – even his voice was.

He was given a blade and he examined it as you were examining him, trying to figure him out even though it was pointless since it was the last minute of your life, most likely. Yet, stupid human brain always had to be kept entertained, always needed a distraction – even in a time like this.

“Send this message to The Baron,” the man commanded. “The North is liberated and secure. Harvest spice at will,” he looked back at you as if he was trying to mock you or tease you – so unaware how much you simply did not care anymore.

If it was up to you, you would blow up the whole planet. You would wipe Arrakis out of every galactic map.

“Yes, Na-Baron,” the man behind him bowed his head and then you realised that the demon in front of you was Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen himself.

It was quite ironic – he was of noble blood, too. Perhaps it would be an honour to be killed by him if you were a simple girl but you were not. Maybe it was a small mercy of the gods – a small, ironic smile. Yes, they would bring death now but at least your murderer was your equal and not a common Harkonnen scum.

Feyd-Rautha approached you slowly, clenching his jaw and your own sore muscles tensed, expecting another kick or a blow or things much, much worse. You just kept sitting there and looking up at him, too weak to even beg for mercy anymore.

And you didn’t want to either.

“She won’t talk,” another soldier of his told him and Feyd-Rautha tilted his head.

After a short while of silence, he crouched down in front of you and he tore a part of your stillsuit off of your body, revealing your arm and one side of your chest. You made no attempt to hide away from him or to yell for him to stop because you knew it would not help you in any way and it would only cost you even more of your dignity.

He smirked at the sight of your exposed body and stood up again.

“She is their Princess,” he pointed out loud. “Her marks give her away,” he added. “She is no spy. She was left to die as a punishment of her tribe.”

You were surprised how much he knew about your customs. Feyd-Rautha turned around to look at you again.

“I do not care about the Fremen traditions,” he informed you. “You will go with me,” he ordered.

You were too weak to move, of course. When two of his soldiers forced you to move up as they dragged you by your hair, you fell down on the ground. They kept forcing you up again and again, until you completely lost consciousness.

A man from the stars. 

You were a young girl again or perhaps you were a visitor in your old memory because you could see yourself sitting there, inside the dark cave deep under the temple with a Reverend Mother and a few other veiled Bene Gesserit women. A young girl with tears still in the corners of her eyes from the painful ritual of marking her body with the black ink. She had just become a Princess and she already knew it was a path of pain and sacrifice. Now, she had been tested with Gom Jabbar – another suffering filling this small body of a little girl. She hadn’t asked for any of this.

“A man from the stars,” the Reverend Mother said to her. A prophecy.

“What about him?” The girl asked, wiping her tears away with the palm of her hand, forgetting that they were sensitive now. The tears burnt her freshly-inked skin and she hissed. Bene Gesserit women smiled contemptuously. It was the Princess’ punishment for shedding tears and wasting water.

“He will come for you,” The Reverend Mother found her eyes through all the chains in her veil. Little girl felt a chill going down her spine at those words and she was not sure whether it was a promise or a threat.

She never told her parents about this prophecy and soon she forgot about it anyway. She grew up to be too big to believe in fairytales.

When you opened your eyes again, you gasped and sat up rapidly as the water splashed all around you. You looked down, terrified, and realised that you were naked inside a bathtub, surrounded by a few terrified maids who had moved away at the sight of you awakening.

“Wh-what is happening?” You asked them. Some of them were clearly Harkonnen with their white skin, big black eyes and bald heads. Some of them were Fremen slaves but they were not from your tribe because you couldn’t recognise any of them.

“Na-Baron asked us to clean you up and take care of your wounds, my Lady,” the Harkonnen maid informed you. She was not sure how to address you but you couldn’t care less about that. What shocked you the most was…

“Water!” You yelped and tried to get out of the bathtub although you were too weak to do so. “You are wasting water!”

“We have more than enough water here in the palace,” the Fremen slave woman told you and you calmed yourself down although you couldn’t help but feel angry about the injustice.

Of course they had water in the Arrakeen’s palace. The Harkonnens, The Atreides… People like them never suffered – even in a place like this.

You allowed the maids to go back to cleaning you up. When you were as fresh as never before, you couldn’t recognise yourself in the mirror. Even your skin looked a shade paler because it was no longer stained with the sand. Your hair was shining and the skilled hands of one of the maids braided it before your wounds were patched up and your body was covered with a semi-transparent dress. It was very feminine and quite revealing and the colours were all hues of orange.

“Na-Baron wishes to see you now, my Lady,” one of the maids bowed her head at you and two other maids took you by your arms to help you walk down the corridor to join Feyd-Rautha since you were still too weak to walk.

He was sitting by the big table that was filled with so much food you had never seen in your life. The colourful fruit filled with juice and water made your mouth drool.

The maids let go of your arms to bow down in front of him. You did not bow down but he did not comment. He had his legs placed up there on the table’s surface and he smirked at you, beckoning you over with his finger.

“Come, Princess,” he mocked your title and you limped towards him. “Leave us,” he ordered the maids and they left the room with their heads kept low out of fear and respect.

You finally reached the table and you grasped the edge of it for support as you moved even closer to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. You were not scared of him because you were not scared of death anymore and his title did not intimidate you because you were of noble blood, too – even though in his eyes you had to be a dirty savage anyway.

His face fascinated you because it was so unnaturally beautiful in a way that no Harkonnen should be. But still, you kept staring at his face with nothing but pure hatred.

“You must be starving,” he pointed out at the chair nearby. “Treat yourself.”

“Thank you,” you drawled out through your gritted teeth and took the seat, too hungry to dismiss such an offer.

You were devouring a grapefruit, allowing its sticky juice to run down your chin when Feyd-Rautha put his legs back on the floor and leaned in over the table to take a closer look at you.

“What do they call you, Princess?” He asked in a low, raspy whisper. “Have my men hurt you badly?”

“(Y/N),” you answered and looked deep into his eyes, showing him that you were not scared of him. “I can handle that.”

“That is a pretty name for a strong woman,” he commented. “You will be my slave,” he said casually and leaned back on the chair.

You didn’t know what to say to this, really. You knew that protesting was foolish – you didn’t want to lose the opportunity to keep your stomach full and it was obvious from the beginning that he hadn’t brought you to the palace as a guest anyway. Still, it felt wrong to quietly accept such a fate.

“I am no maid,” you only said.

“Not like that,” Feyd-Rautha smirked. “Not a maid. A special slave,” he explained but you kept staring at him in silence, killing him with your gaze only. He found it amusing as he chuckled. “You know, Princess, you are a daughter of the desert,” he pointed his finger at you and you raised your eyebrow at him. “I was told by a Bene Gesserit witch that a daughter of the desert would give me a strong heir who shall inherit the Empire. The Harkonnen and Fremen bloodline could not be further apart and that is why mixed together they will create the most powerful species of men. An ultimate man,” Feyd-Rautha explained.

“You are the man from the stars,” you mumbled out, feeling weird with the fact that your prophecy had been true, after all.

Feyd-Rautha was taken aback by your question and he had no idea what it meant but you did not feel like explaining.

“You want me to be your whore. You want me to push out your heirs but they will not be any powerful, ultimate beings, Na-Baron. They will be pure chaos. That is the only thing that can ever come out of our bloodlines mixed together,” you pointed out harshly. “You poison my world, you oppress my people, you killed my family. And now you’re asking me to be your concubine.”

“I must have missed the part where I am asking,” Feyd-Rautha clenched his jaw. You were getting him angry and it was nearly funny how spoiled he was that he really had thought you would agree to such a proposition after such a past.

“Kill me,” you requested and put the grapefruit down. “Kill me because I will be no use to you. I will never be your whore and I would rather die than give birth to your sickly bastards.”

“Why are you loyal to the people who left you behind to rot in the sand?” He asked, tilting his head. He was no longer angry but simply curious.

“That is the custom,” you only answered.

Your relationship with your tribe and your world was of a difficult kind but Feyd-Rautha did not need to know about it. He was an intruder, an outsider, an oppressor. He didn’t deserve to know your heart.

“You can’t run away from your prophecy, Princess,” Feyd-Rautha reminded you before leaving the table and leaving you alone inside the room.

When he left, you went back to eating – as much as you could and as fast as you managed. You felt like an animal and a savage indeed but there was no one to witness that desperate act anyway and you could not remember the last time you had something in your mouth.

Feyd-Rautha did not bother you personally but the maids were following you around and even though you were given your own room with a beautiful view of the desert, you were never truly left alone. You had beautiful but pretty humiliating dresses to wear and you were given baths every day which felt like a profanity for a Fremen.

You were well fed but most of the time you were bored. You knew that Na-Baron was awaiting your answer. You just hadn’t been told how much time exactly you had to make a choice.

Choosing death was simple and easy. Choosing to be his slave-concubine meant betraying your people and betraying who you were, even though you had always felt like you did not fit in with the Fremen and you always wanted to leave Arrakis. It had been a distant dream, too foolish and impossible to even be mentioned to anyone. But now, it could be true. As Feyd-Rautha’s new pet that he seemed to already be pretty fond of, you would be able to visit other worlds.

Your prophecy had claimed, after all, that the man from the stars would come for you. His prophecy had claimed that the daughter of the desert would give him a powerful heir. If it was true and you would become a mother of the future Emperor – well, that was quite tempting, indeed. No matter the price.

Staring at the desert behind your window, you were hugging yourself and biting on your lower lip while you were spending your evening overthinking – it had been your only occupation lately.

You had a feeling that this evening Feyd-Rautha would join you because you were left alone by your maids which was unusual. And indeed, a few moments later the doors opened again and he walked inside. His steps were heavy and confident as usual. It would be your first conversation ever since the one after your arrival.

“My Princess,” he greeted you in that harsh voice of his as he stood behind you and put his hands on your arms in quite a gentle but still very possessive manner.

“I have not made my decision yet,” you only said.

“Decision?” Feyd-Rautha was surprised and then he laughed. “You do not get to choose. Do you think I would let you choose death when I know that your womb might give me an heir that has been promised to me in a prophecy?” He lowered his voice and his words sent a chill down your body. His lips were brushing your neck and earlobe and you tried to get away from his grip but he tightened it and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“I should have killed myself,” you drawled out through gritted teeth.

“I suspected you might do so, therefore I ordered the maids to invade your privacy all day and night, my Princess,” he smirked. You could feel his lips curling on your skin.

“I’m going to kill every child you put inside of me,” you threatened.

“You can try,” he kept smirking but his grasp tightened even further.

“I will not be your slave,” you protested and kept shaking your head even though you knew it was pointless.

“Concubine,” Feyd-Rautha tried to convince you as if he really cared for the transaction to go pretty smoothly. And, apparently, he was in a mood to bargain. 

“Wife,” you spat out and a long silence occurred. His grip loosened and he took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he let out a deep laugh. You turned your head around to look at him. “I won’t push out bastards,” you stated.

“I have no desire for a wife,” Na-Baron dismissed you.

“And I have no desire for a husband but that is the only way I see it working,” you explained. “Of course you don’t need my permission to do anything with me. You might use me, imprison me to make sure I won’t get rid of your spawn and then you can kill me. But I am not as weak as you think of me, I am a daughter of the desert. I will change your life into hell and I will make you regret every hour, every day until I eventually die but believe me, I will make this time pass by very slowly,” you threatened.

“And why would I want to marry such a woman?”

“Because I have not described a wife. I have described a slave,” you explained. “Do you wish to know what kind of wife I would be?” You raised your eyebrow and took a step further towards him. He seemed to be intrigued as he tilted his head and you smirked to yourself. It seemed to be working – your plan to tempt him and convince him.

You had to secure your future and your position and since he was your oppressor, you felt no guilt about using manipulation to get there.

“You might think of me as lower than you but I am a Princess just like you are a Na-Baron and only our customs differ. Imagine taking me back to your world, your exotic war prize from Arrakis. You can dress me up in those pretty dresses and show me off, swollen with your special heir. I am a savage to the outsiders but couldn’t you turn the tables and make it an advantage? Your wild, savage wife that nobody knows anything about and who everyone fears?” You whispered, seductively.

“I know what you're doing,” Feyd-Rautha breathed out but even though he was aware of you trying to manipulate him, he was visibly giving in anyway. “You’re going to kill me in my sleep,” he added, looking intensely into your eyes and you chuckled at that.

“Perhaps,” you shrugged your arms. “But isn’t the prophecy worth the risk?” You asked.

After all, you were sacrificing and risking a lot, too. And it would be only fair if the transaction costed you both the equal amount.

“You are the jewel of Arrakis,” Feyd-Rautha chuckled and raised his hand to undo your braids and watch your hair let loose.

“And you are its poison,” you remarked as he smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Together, we can rule over the worlds,” he whispered.

“Or destroy them,” you added.

Na-Baron shook his head but the smirk remained on his lips. He found it amusing that you had an answer for everything and how gloomy they all were. However, so far, it was entertaining for him. He brushed your collarbone with his fingertips.

“I surely have more experience in destroying them than I have in ruling over them,” he confessed but the hunger in his eyes was a clear message to you that he did not mean only Arrakis but also women overall.

“Some are too wild to be ruled over and too wild to be destroyed,” you informed him and he found your eyes again after staring at your chest and neck. For the first time, you saw that he was genuinely intrigued. Perhaps he finally saw you as a challenge. A riddle. A savage to tame.

Whatever would keep you alive and in a position of power.

Because no matter how much you were trying to convince yourself that you were ready to die, this life stubbornly seemed to keep you alive and there must have been a purpose in it.

Therefore, you were ready to receive everything this new life had to offer for you now. As if you had died in that temple and now you were given a second chance.

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[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Pack Chapter 1

Trigger Warnings: None

Weeks had gone by and it was nearly December. The wolves had changed in who they were. Jeongin became a tougher alpha and spent many weeks training to his full potential, but he also learned to be a better mate to Y/N. He was still making it up to her. Seungmin was still as cocky as ever and spent more time researching the dark side of werewolf lore in case they ended up in a tragic situation again. Felix was sensitive if not more sensitive after what happened and felt more protective of all the wolves so he offered to take part in more training, unlike Jisung who became glued to the side of Y/N. Jisung was far too in love with Y/N and loved to express that as he helped her around the house. Jisung made sure to always tell her she looked beautiful and made a point to kiss her scar first before her lips. Changbin was now on a course to look after werewolves as his sister Jaehee realised how useless Changbin was at saving his own omega. Changbin wasn't great but he could now stitch a minor cut. Minho on the other hand grew colder, he was hurting the most out of all of them. He still did his usual stuff but stayed out of debates and never gave his opinion. Him and Y/N were still not alright. They never spoke to each other unless it was a 'good morning' or a 'thank you'. Minho lost a lot of trust with Y/N and some of the others, but her words cut deep and he wasn't on the path of forgiveness yet. Hyunjin had gone back to his cold self and spent time in his art room, but still made time for Y/N.Chan had woken up but was bedridden as his ribs were still not healing but he was fine. He was pissed for the first twenty-four hours when he found out about Y/N's mission of death, but he got over it, knowing she was fine. He was happier when she came in to look after him, he appreciated her omegaing him but he knew it was tiring her out because she too was slowly healing.

Then there was Y/N she healed eventually but was still bandaged up. Spiritually she was damaged and Hyunjin's soul was trying to repair hers but it was too exhausting for him so she asked him to stop. Y/N wasn't as active as she had liked to be but still made a point to get up and see her wolves, despite Jisung being stuck to her. Not one of them had asked her about that night and it almost became a taboo subject. It was almost silently forbidden to be discussed. Y/N wanted to bring it up to apologise but when she did they would wave her off and tell her it's fine. Still, she knew Minho and Jeongin were the two she massively owed an apology to, but getting them alone was going to be harder. Minho was going to be her biggest challenge but she was going to start off strong by writing him a letter in case he refused to hear her apology and then giving him the flowers. By flowers, she meant the ones she picked from the garden and put into the vase after she turfed out the others. When Y/N came back into the kitchen she saw Minho prepping dinner. He was aware she walked into the kitchen and usually, he doesn't speak unless she speaks first. Y/N had to admit she felt incredibly nervous speaking to him and it was mainly because she hated hearing what she had done wrong. Y/N knew and understood her actions but hearing them made her slightly uncomfortable and defensive. "Minho?" Y/N called as she stood there awkwardly watching him. "Hmm?" Minho acknowledged her but did not look at her so Y/N decided he was comfortable with whatever she was going to say. "I wanted to say I'm sorry okay? Just hear me out and don't say anything. I only want you to listen." Y/N waited for him but he said nothing, making her roll her eyes. "I am sorry for not being grateful for your efforts. I know you worked hard to help and you did more than what I realised and I appreciate that. I guess I wanted to help and, anyway that's not the point. Forget that part. The main thing I wanted to apologise was for using your insecurity against you. I know it was low and I didn't mean it. I'm not good at apologies so I picked some flowers and wrote a letter of apology which I want you to read."

Y/N almost cursed herself at her botched apology. She completely messed it up but there was nothing she could do now except leave the letter on the table and leave him alone, which she did. Y/N left the kitchen and was about to head up to see Chan when Changbin entered the room in his medical clothes. Y/N greeted the beta with a gentle hug which Changbin was grateful for. Y/N knew Changbin wasn't really enjoying the hospital work and studying with his sister, he would rather be at the gym and then play his x-box. Changbin threw his bag down and kicked on his shoes while holding Y/N as he nuzzled her face against his, before pecking her lips. "Shall we go nurse Channie?" Y/N giggled as she kissed him again. "Let me unwind baby and then I'll come right up," Changbin whispered. Y/N nodded and headed up to see Chan who was idly staring up at the ceiling. It made Y/N laugh at how bored he looked. He was completely fed up with being stuck in the bedroom but his right leg was struggling to heal. "Felix said he might take my stitches out soon," Y/N said as she walked over to him and sat on his bed. Chan smiled up at her as he reached for her hand to hold. He loved it when she came to visit him. Admittedly, Chan sometimes got lonely since he was cooped up in the same four walls. "I want to tell you something and I don't want you to take it the wrong way baby. You know I love you." Chan said softly. "Oh no. Uh. Uh. Whatever it is Mr alpha I ain't doing it." Y/N answered as she bopped his nose like a child. "I'm being serious, baby," Chan said causing Y/N to frown. Why was he being so serious? "I know you are feeling incredibly anxious because you are feeling unclaimed and I know I haven't claimed you fully because I wanted to wait until you could trust me and your body was fully healed, but I know at the moment I'm not going to be in any position to do a while and I don't want you to feel unstable in my pack. We all love you, despite the conflicts we do. Which is why I had a chat with Jeongin and I want him to claim you." Chan stated. "No. Jeongin is fuming with me and besides I am completely fine. I'm not feeling anxious, or disconnected in any way. I want to wait. I want you, besides you could lay there." Y/N hinted with a smirk as she pulled his duvet cover down. Chan rolled his eyes nonchalantly. "Baby. Jeongin is over it, if anything it's Minho that's going to take a while. He accepts what you have said but he doesn't forgive easily. Besides Jeongin wants to ease your anxiety." Chan cooed. "I want you Channie to be the first. I don't care how long we have to wait for your leg to get better. Besides Seungmin can keep up." Y/N stated. "My love. What did I do to deserve you." Chan cooed, his heart swelling with pride. As much as he wanted to be the first his mark was already there and she needed to feel settled. "Ya, let's play doctors and nurses," Changbin shouted as he kicked the door open. "Fuck sake," Chan muttered.

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Steve was a ghost who haunted his best friend.

Steve had died in that interrogation room under Starcourt and now, he was stuck haunting Robin Buckley who might as well be his shortest heartbreak and long-lost twin.

The problem was she couldn't see or touch him.

No, she could hear him just fine, but physical contact was just impossible.

Steve, however, didn't care much so long as he had someone there to listen to his daily monologues. It was fun.

They bickered most of the time and while Robin always seemed sad that she couldn't hug him whenever he told her about his parents or how lonely he used to be before her, Steve was just happy with what he got.

Because even in death, he wasn't alone, and that was enough of a gift to him.

Then, the day his funeral was held, Steve was thankful that he had convinced Robin to attend considering it was how he reunited with the kids.

They all saw him.

A thing that Steve would never take for granted.

Robin didn't know what to do when they flocked around her and bombarded her with question after question, demanding to know why she was the one who got the privilege of being haunted by Steve.

"A privilege?" Robin burst into a laugh, giving them a ridiculous look.

"Of course, to think you've been haunted and actually having real conversations with a ghost every day is a revolutionary step into the spiritual science field," Dustin narrowed his eyes. "And I am very disappointed in you, Ms. Robin Buckley, for not telling me right away!"

"Just say you're jealous that Steve doesn't haunt you." Max rolled her eyes.

"You say it as if you're not jealous yourself!" Mike scowled at her.

"No, I'm not, you delusional nerd!" Max scowled back.

"Hey!"

"C'mon guys, don't fight," Lucas frowned and sighed in exasperation.

Noticing the odd looks from other people at the cemetery, Robin herded the kids into Steve's car that he had given her as a keepsake.

Once they were safely away from prying eyes, Robin clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention.

"Children!" She then continued under their curious gazes. "Steve-o here said he really appreciates that you munchkins care so much about him. But sadly, he can't leave my side. Like literally can't so if any of you want to see him, you can always seek me out whenever you see fit."

"Why are you saying all of this?" Mike squinted at her.

"Because Steve can't talk to us, obviously." Dustin responded haughtily, earning an eye roll from the other boy.

"Bingo!" Robin did a fist bump with Dustin.

Then, she held up a finger at them. "And before you ask, I can't see him. Or touch him."

She watched the kids look at the passenger seat before nodding at her.

It must be Steve who confirmed the truth, she thought.

As they went back to discussing Steve's incorporeal state, Robin had a feeling that she had unknowingly adopted a gaggle of troublesome ducklings who were going to give her grey hair very very soon.

"C'mon Robbie, it's a Halloween party," Steve begged. "Let's go have some fun! Don't your heart ache to watch your bestest friend rotting in sorrow while eating pumpkins?"

"First of all, I've never ever met anyone who uses 'heart' and 'ache' like that," Robin blew at her freshly painted nails.

"Well, now I'm your first. Didn't people always say special always come late?"

"I don't even want to correct you on all of that," Robin huffed quietly at Steve's goofy chuckle. "And no, Dingus, you don't eat pumpkins. Or if you do, I don't care."

"Please, Robbie, I just wanna have fun," Steve sighed dolefully. "It's been a long time ago since I went to a party." He sighed again and even sniffled a little.

When Robin groaned, a big grin stretched on his lips.

"Just this time." She narrowed her eyes at him, or precisely speaking, at the spot where she assumed he was sitting.

Sometimes, when she made a wrong guess, Steve would just move over to where her gaze stopped and continue talking her ears off.

"I promise you're gonna have so much fun, Robbie." Steve ruffled her hair even if his hand always passed right through her. It was still one of his hard-to-get-rid-of habits anyway.

By the time they arrived, the party was already full-blown and swarmed with people.

As Robin struggled her way through the crowd, Steve just walked beside her with barely any difficulties.

He bet she would curse him so much if she saw how comfortable he looked right now.

But then, his little moment of joy was cut short when he bumped into someone whose lips literally knocked against his.

As cliché as it might sound, he certainly felt the electricity running through his body from that single accidental kiss.

And belatedly, a realization dawned on him.

He had bumped right into someone.

He, a ghost, had bodily collided with a living human.

Shocked, Steve stepped back and was at a loss for what to do next.

Then, a shaky voice shook him out of his trance.

"Harrington?"

Staring into those scared Bambi's eyes, Steve clenched his jaw and forced himself to not panic.

"Munson."

[harmoonix]

🩶 Chill Aesthetic Notes 🩶

~ Only me and the ocean ~

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🩶 - Libra Sun/Moon/Rising are having good aesthetic eyes for fashion, Ariana Grande has an Libra Moon and her style is ethereal I love her energy and i love all the Libra Moons who are reading this post 🩶

🩶 - Moon sextile/trine/conjunct Jupiter has an imense amount of intuition and spirituality and is also one of the most beneficial aspects for the moon 🩶

🩶 - Venus square/opposition/conjunct Chiron can end up as the person who always want to find love but ends up heartbroken, in a way is always hard for you to find real love and to feel love 🩶

🩶 - Ascendant trine/sextile/conjunct Venus always felt like having an very good style and aesthetic, someone who looks very lovely 🩶

🩶 - Lilith opposite/square/conjunct Sun are extremely rebellious and HATE it when someone tells them what to do, they don't like when people do these things to them 🩶

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🩶 - 3rd house or 2nd house ruller in the 1st house can indicate having singing abilities or just an gift related to music/speaking/singing 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Aquarius degrees (11°, 23°) can find their love partners in their friend group or someone who might be in their friend circle 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Cancer Degrees (4°, 16°, 28°) can get an very lovely and supportive spouse, someone who might keep them as an safe spot🩶

🩶 - Venus in Taurus Degrees (2°, 14°, 26°) can find their love partners as being very grounding and connected deeply people, someone who loves to keep everything with love and respect 🩶

🩶 - Venus in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°) can get very supportive and loyal spouses, just wait for the right partner to come and not rush into toxic relationships, your spouse can aswell be like a teacher for you and to teach you new things

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🩶 - Venus in Scorpio/in Scorpio degrees (8°,20°)/Venus in the 8th house look ethereal in black clothes, it fits them completely, their partners can be extremely protective of them and possesive 🩶

🩶 - Sagittarius Venus/Venus in Sag degrees (9°, 21°)/Venus in the 9th house on the other hand looks amazing in purple clothes, purple is a lovely color for these placements 🩶.

🩶 - Ascendant - Moon aspects = AGAIN, I love these, I love them at my fullest and deepest feelings, they are just magnificent people to have around 🩶

🩶 - Sun square Moon aspecting benefits is that they can understand all the moods someone can go through, is that they can understand these mood changes 🩶

🩶 - Moon square/opposite North Node needs to balance their emotions and to understand that having some different emotions is perfectly fine and normal because you are a human afterall 🩶

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🩶 - Aquarius/Pisces and Uranus/Neptune Influence in your big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising) gives beautiful eyes to the native, did you ever met people who told you about your eyes? 🩶

🩶 - Cancer/Taurus Sun/Moon/Rising have adorable face features, mostly the eyes because they can have doe eyes (search on internet for pictures 🥰) they are adorable (GIVING BAMBIE 🦌)

🩶 - Jupiter trine/sextile/conjunct Venus gives an good romantic life to the native, romantism, sensuality, love, bounding and good relationships (Harsh aspects can struggle with those things)

🩶 - Everytime I check someone's chart and I see that they have an air moon I always have the feeling they love music and art 🎨

🩶 - Virgo Moons are actually so lovely..I see so many nasty things being written about Virgo Moons and GURL WHAT? That type of delulu is not that healthy but VIRGO moons are adorable and friendly and also very supportive natives 🥰

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🩶 - Saw someone saying having 12th house placements is bad and GURL that's so sad to say, a lot of people forgot that 12th house is also the house of unfinished karma so people with 12th house placements are very strong (esp Sun, Moon or Mars and Neptune in the 12th house) 🩶

🩶 - Checking someone's chart and i see a Water Venus, instantly I think that they have a deep love and an deep desire for finding real love without getting hurt because that can ruin them 🩶

🩶 - Venus aspecting Pluto aspects are so hot and irresistible, this is an top placements for being HOT, but can make the native posesive and jealous aswell 🩶

🩶 - Saturn aspecting the Moon can have an very sensitive soul inside and an protective shield outside, they won't let you know you hurt them but they will always remember everything 🩶

🩶 - Saturn aspecting Chiron is indeed an very heavy placement to have in your birth chart, indicates an open wound to your karma, father, past life and restrictions, this wound heals slower but once it heals it becomes powerful 🩶

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🩶 - Venus in Gemini/Sagittarius are getting so much hate and for what? Like girlie Venus loves being in these signs and feels great, Venus in Sag is looking for freedom while Venus in Gemini is looking for fun and socialization.. side eye to the haters 🩶(Not even side eye, BLANK stare is better)

🩶 - Aries in big 6 (Sun, Moon or Rising, Venus,Mars, Mercury) is so intense to have but aswell something precious because Aries being the 1st sign in the horoscope is hard to catch it (mostly rising) but they are so protective, so dominant so brave..I love them 🩶

🩶 - Check your favorite artist/celebrity birth chart to see what placements you have in common because that's usually the reason why you like this specific person that much 🩶🥰 (For example I like Nicki Minaj and her chart has big Sag/Aqua influence and mines aswell so I get along with her music, style, personality etc..)

🩶 - In my opinion Lilith in water/earth signs have an special connection to earth and spiritually while Lilith in fire/air signs focus more on the physical things the earth has and the Intensity they bring with it 🩶 [h12] Lilith

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🩶 - Asteroid Lilith (1181) represents the sexuality more than other Lilith placements because is the inner side of your soul and your desires 🩶

🩶 - Cancer/Capricorn suns/moons/risings being so sassy and attract people so easily they are sister signs and it makes sense for them to be so attractive 😍🤌🏼

🩶 - Moon aspecting Pluto should listen more to their intuition because is very strong and well detailed, whenever you have hard feelings just listen to your intuition to guide you on your right path 🩶

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🩶☁️ How is everyone doing?🩶☁️ We already entered in August and I can feel summer wants to leave already but still appreciating the moments 🥰 here you have this beautiful made astro post for you all 🥰🩶

🩶🥰 Have an amazing day for everyone who is reading my notes 🥰🩶Take care of your loved ones and enjoy the moments with them 🩶🥰

🩶 Much love and light energy for everyone who's reading my notes 🩶

[widow-tarot]

MINI PAC READING: What Would They Tell You If They Could? (Romance)

GROUPS: 1 - 2 - 3 4 - 5 - 6

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Instruction: Think about your person while choosing a group. Do not use more than 1 group for one person. Just to remind you, this is only for entertainment purposes.

If you don't feel drawn to any group, then this reading is not for you.

GROUP 1

Cards: Ace of Wands, Knight of Wands rx, Wheel of Fortune rx, I Like You, Girl Talk rx, Pond, Archangel Metatron.

I like you. I know it's straightforward, but I cannot say it in any other way that's more meaningful or more direct. It might not sound meaningful but it is to me (I hope it is to you too). I feel there is a spiritual connection between us and it seems no matter what, we keep coming back to each other. Our connection is like a pond; can be insignificant to others but to us, it holds so much life and secrets but it can easily be destroyed if not cultivated. We are so hot and cold; we like each other, then we hate each other over something trivial (we both don't know what exactly annoyed us). I want to move towards you but things are holding me back. There's so much I want to do and say but I'm standing still. I know we will truly come together someday. No one knows about it because I don't share those feelings with friends. It seems too private and sacred.

SONGS:

Eric by Mitski ("Take off my clothes and watch me move; You can come closer, I'll let you hurt me; But how long, how long can we play this way?; I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you"

Blue Velvet by Lana Del Rey ("Ours a love I held tightly; Feeling the rapture grow; Like a flame burning brightly; But when she left; Gone was the glow")

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You, Baby by Cigarettes After Sex ("Whispered something in your ear; It was a perverted thing to say; But I said it anyway; Made you smile and look away; Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby; As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine")

GROUP 2

Cards: 9 of Pentacles, 2 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups, Noose rx, Mushrooms, The Snake, Hammer rx, Seraphim Seraphisa rx.

You will forever be in my heart and mind, but we can never be together in the way we want. There are way too many blockages and I do think we are not fit to be in a relationship. I am in a committed relationship (or you are) and I do not wish to leave her for I love her. Maybe I am a coward, but I am a practical and cautious one. I will not take reckless actions just to wake up one day and regret it. I think what we have is a fantasy, pleasant make-believe, daydreaming. However, I don't want you gone because you're an important person to me. I wish you happiness but I can't follow you.

SONGS:

Lonesome Love by Mitski ("I call you, to see you again; So I can win, and this can finally end")

Blue Banisters by Lana Del Rey ("She said, "You can't be a muse and be happy, too; You can't blacken the pages with Russian poetry and be happy"; And that scared me; 'Cause I met a man who said he'd come back every May;Just to help me if I'd paint; Now when weather turns to May; All my sisters come to paint")

Flash by Cigarettes After Sex ("I'm a flash; You were blinded by the love I had; I'm a flash; The light could only get in through the cracks")

GROUP 3

Cards: The Hierophant rx, 8 of Wands, The Devil, 10 of Swords rx, Wildflowers, Mirror, Keys on a Ring, Archangel Raphael.

You are the temptation, the chaos in my life, the wildflowers that can still be growing but can also be already taken by someone else while I wasn't looking. You're untouchable, unable to be caught, translucent. One minute you're here only to leave seconds later just to come back and stay for a long time. You're unpredictable, a sin worth sinning for. But I hate to be alone and you make me sad. I love to see you but I hate myself when you leave. I don't know if you have any feelings for me; is it something serious or is it just casual and convenient? I can't do this anymore, I'm trapped and I feel miserable. I wish I could tell you to stay away, to abandon me, to never come back. It would be easier for me to move on then but I am a fool for you. I wish I was strong enough to talk things through but I'd rather have some of you than none of you. Then again, being with you hurts me so what should I do?

SONGS:

Should've Been Me by Mitski ("Relive all the ways you still want me; I haven't given you what you need; You wanted me but couldn't reach me; I'm sorry it should've been me"

Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey ("I will love you till the end of time; I would wait a million years; Promise you'll remember that you're mine; Baby, can you see through the tears?; You went out every night; And, baby, that's alright; But when you walked out that door; A piece of me died")

Ambien Slide by Cigarettes After Sex ("Take my love with some pretend; You said you couldn't help it; Had everything that you wanted; When my love was something yours; But now you're feeling helpless")

GROUP 4

Cards: Death, Page of Pentacles rx, The Chariot rx, Archangel Sammael, Eileen Chang rx, Boat rx, Engagement Ring rx.

I don't want to try to fix this thing between us anymore, it's a fool's errand. We tried and it didn't work, it's time to move on to something else because we are just wasting our time and I'm exhausted. Let me go. Let me leave, peacefully. I don't want to fight but I'm frustrated. I think we tried to escape the inevitable but at the end of the road, we cannot pretend any longer. Relieve me of this burden and don't resent me.

SONGS:

Working For The Knife by Mitski ("I always thought the choice was mine; And I was right, but I just chose wrong")

Bel Air by Lana Del Rey ("Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate; Trying to tell me to wait; But I can't wait to see you; So I run, like I'm mad, to heaven's door; I don't wanna be bad; I won't cheat you no more")

Tejano Blue by Cigarettes After Sex ("We wanted to fuck with real love; Wanted it sweet, so pure and warm; And when you say you want it all, I know you want it all; Baby, take it all from me; I always will make it feel like you were the last one; So get in the waves like it was the first time")

GROUP 5

Cards: The Star rx, 7 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords rx, Glove rx, The Phoenix, Paradise rx, Archangel Haniel.

I wish we could start anew, without any bitter history between us that holds us back and clouds our judgment. We cannot fully be together while all these thoughts are troubling us, making us suspicious of each other and insecure. I know we both lost hope for this connection, yet we are still going and proceeding with it in any way we can. We don't want this to be over but we need to find a solution. I want you in my life and I'm willing to put work into it. Are you? Someone needs to make the first step though and it's the most difficult thing to do. We cannot stay still for much longer though. We communicate telepathically but we also have to communicate in real life.

SONGS:

First Love/Late Spring by Mitski ("Please hurry leave me; I can't breathe; Please don't say you love me; One word from you and I would; Jump off of this ledge I'm on; Tell me "don't" so I can crawl back in")

Video Games by Lana Del Rey ("It's you, it's you, it's all for you; Everything I do; I tell you all the time; Heaven is a place on earth with you; Tell me all the things you wanna do; It's better than I ever even knew; They say that the world was built for two; Only worth living if somebody is loving you")

Goodbye Mr Blue by Father John Misty (" But maybe if he'd gone sooner; Could've brought us back together last June; When the last time was our last time; If only then I knew; The last time was our last time; Would've told you that the last time comes too soon")

GROUP 6

Cards: Page of Swords rx, 9 of Cups rx, 4 of Swords, Sappho, Archangel Chamuel, Cupid's Arrow rx, Separation rx.

Do you love me? You say you do why does your love cause so much pain? Why am I in agony instead of being elated and happy? Is this how you show your love? I feel neglected and manipulated. I feel ignored and mocked. Am I your partner or your pet? Do you even care what I want? Do you care what I have to say? You treat me as a child as if I cannot think or decide for myself. Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think so lowly of me? When you're not here, I don't miss you and my mind is at ease. I lost all hope for anything to change. It hurts even more because I love you, but your love is weird and dysfunctional. I feel trapped. I even stopped speaking my mind because it was met with ridicule and anger.

SONGS:

Wife by Mitski ("For if I am not yours, what am I?; I daydream I'd give one a name of my own; For even I am on loan; For even mine is unknown; So let me go towards the morning star; With hope it won't disappear;)

Carmen by Lana Del Rey ("Baby's all dressed up, with nowhere to go; That's the little story of the girl you know; Relyin' on the kindness of strangers; Darlin', darlin', doesn't have a problem; Lyin' to herself, 'cause her liquor's top shelf; It's alarmin', honestly, how charmin' she can be; Foolin' everyone, tellin' 'em she's havin' fun")

Hot by Cigarettes After Sex ("Is it all in my head? 'Cause I keep getting scared; That I'll always be lost forever; But I don't give a shit if I'm too delicate; When you hold me, it's always better")

[notmorbid]

all-night pharmacy.

dialogue prompts from all-night pharmacy by ruth madievsky.

you're so alive, it's scary.

being a person doesn't come naturally for me.

what's the deal with this place?

you are my best and my worst friend.

are we horrible people?

i like the idea of having someone to come home to.

i can't tell if you're being cruel or if you're just dumb.

these aren't the decisions of a well-adjusted person.

the less you know about my life, the better.

everyone here is a liar and a cheat.

you deserve to have a life of your own.

a person can't be held responsible for what they don't know.

all relationships are transactional.

no one should have that much power over you.

it isn't too late to come back.

you're uninvited from my birthday party.

i love you, but you're such a cunt.

who do you think you are?

forced intimacy makes me lightheaded.

i know you're in there. let me in.

jesus. why do you have a knife?

what happened last night?

it was less embarrassing to pretend i didn't care.

maybe i'm not the mothering type.

i wish i could carry some of this pain for you.

i need a break from feeling so much all the time.

sometimes i can't tell if i'm asleep or awake.

whatever's going on, we'll figure it out.

i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared all the time.

this is the most i can imagine for myself.

if you're not asking yourself 'am i ruining my life?' at least once a day, you're not living at all.

you act like you're over it, but it's okay if you're not.

all my life, i've felt like a dead animal with its skin still on.

it's a virtue to rid yourself of anything that doesn't serve you.

i've never had a day of rest in my life.

i chase after you like a dog, leaving pieces of myself behind, and every time, you act like that's how it's supposed to be.

you don't take me seriously. i'm not a real person to you.

i can't play house anymore.

never say that name in front of me.

to you, other people are always the problem.

you can't reach a mutual understanding without spilling blood.

want to make fifty bucks?

the only way to really see a person is to lose everything you have in common.

you don't think we'll get caught?

our loyalty is to story, not reality.

just don't do anything that could result in a lawsuit or a tmz article, and you're fine.

i don't have the energy to keep up with your antics.

our most beloved delusion was that lying to each other was a kind of love.

speaking our fears aloud won't save us.

one day, the mask slipped. i haven't been able to wear it since.

i try not to think about my life at all.

a junkie can spot another junkie without a flashlight.

your voice reminds me of wool sweaters.

boundaries? i don't know her.

i'm just sick of doing the same goddamn thing every day.

you are obsessed with a projection that will never love you back.

think of me as a spiritually connected friend.

i know liars. you don't strike me as one.

you have iconically poor judgment.

has anyone ever told you about your past lives?

you're capable of tolerating a lot. frankly, more than you should.

friendship can be a slow burn. you don't have to consume it like a drink at last call.

i'll give you a clue. i work for myself.

you make me want to feel things again.

criticism is still a cousin of attention.

you don't have to pretend to like something just because i made it.

i know you crave being told what to do.

you don't have to settle for being a person things happen to.

you have desires. act on them.

bitch, does this look like an intro to philosophy seminar?

i thought i had quit you.

my favorite. how did you know?

i feel like my organs are cannibalizing each other.

how did i get here? that's not a rhetorical question. i'm actually asking.

i can't tell if i believe it, or if i'm making excuses for myself.

sometimes i wonder if it's healthy how much meaning you see in things.

you're always waiting for the universe to hurt you or to love you. usually in that order.

that's how it was in my family. reading the room was a survival skill.

where will all the animals go in the rapture?

a bunch of fuckups under one roof doesn't constitute a family.

my little saint.

time passes more slowly as a sober person.

you'd better not pull away from me now.

there's a russian proverb that goes, 'so much is ruined by saying it aloud'.

you wear your emotions like a name tag.

your resting face frightens me.

how are you both the most innocent and the most experienced person i've ever met?

i need you to just be here with me.

our dead deserve to see you happy.

i like the idea of being marked by you.

i don't know what i saw, but it was more than i wanted.

i know what i saw.

i can't tell which of the memories are real, if any.

i can't believe you're mine.

nobody warned me how terrifying it is to get what you want.

you're cute when you're freaked out.

sex is supposed to be unsettling.

there are things i need to atone for.

you can't go back like it's nothing.

i won't live in service of my dead's vision for me.

___ was a real person. a murder isn't a metaphor.

count five things you can see. four things you can touch. three things you can hear. two things you can smell. one thing you can taste.

banish one god, and you'll end up worshiping another.

i want to be with you, but i don't want to keep feeling like this.

you know everything about me, but you won't let me know you.

you aren't someone i can keep at a distance.

i've been reading about intergenerational curses.

resisting something isn't the same as not wanting it.

anything you say stays between us.

i can't decide if i like you.

most people only possess a third of the empathy they think they have.

will it get easier?

hope is a tricky thing: losing it is bad, but so is having too much.

i don't want the future to come. i have a bad feeling about it.

in cartoons, you don't start falling until you look down.

why are you here? where have you been?

how did you know i'd come looking for you?

you never asked what i was going through. you didn't want to know.

i didn't have the language for what was happening to me.

you were supposed to protect me.

there's a lot i don't remember. a lot i don't want to remember.

i wouldn't have looked for me, either.

we belong to ourselves now.

you know where i am, and i know where you are. maybe that's enough.

when i'm down, vigilante justice makes me feel better.

survival is provisional.

[shinidamachu]

Do you think Kikyo should’ve been nicer to Kagome and thanked her for all those times she saved her? Some of the fandom even thinks she owed her Spiritual training as well, what do you think?

To me, the thing about Kagome and Kikyo's rivalry is that it felt very one sided. Obviously, they both had extremely valid reasons to hate each other's guts at first — reasons that go beyond Inuyasha —, but Kikyo was the only one actually acting on it.

And she kept doing it even after Kagome has proved, time and time again, that she can be trusted and that she is in no way deserving of Kikyo's hatred.

I think that was a great dynamic because Kagome and Kikyo parallel each other so well: while Kagome was strugling with her own feelings in order to understand Kikyo's and accept her as a part of Inuyasha's life...

...Kikyo was fighting to do the exact opposite and hold on to her grudge. You can tell it by the way she can recognize what Kagome's true intentions were but still belittle her for it and refuse to say anything nice to her face.

It's a extremely compelling "yin and yang" sort of thing that worked very well at the start. What happened was that, at a certain point, Kagome has done so much for Kikyo that any ressentment towards her just felt a little ridiculous.

And I'm not even saying Kikyo should've been nicer and thanked Kagome. I think it's perfectly okay for a female character to dislike another. They don't have to be friends just because they're women, especially when there's so much bad blood between them.

In fact, I don't think there's room for a canon friendship there without it feeling awkward and forced — even though Kagome was obviously trying. I also think Kikyo being nice and thanking Kagome would be out of character and honestly a little underwhelming.

After everything that happened, a simple "thank you" doesn't even begin to cover. And as much as Kagome deserved to hear it, she didn't do anything because she wanted to be the better person or for Kikyo to be in debt with her. She did it because she's a good person and therefore will always do the right thing.

In my opinion, it wasn't exactly to Kagome that Kikyo owed anything, but to the narrative, as a way to earn her so called redemption by being held accountable for her actions, which she never really was.

Rather than Kikyo being nicer to Kagome, I think it would've been much better for both characters if Kagome was allowed to tell Kikyo off every now and then without it being an illusion.

And rather than Kikyo thanking Kagome, it would've been way more natural and meaningful for her to die saving Kagome's or Inuyasha's life instead of Kohaku's. It would've shown more regret and gratitude than any words ever could. Everything would come full circle — since she tried to kill them both while they were only trying to save her — and her closure would feel actually earned.

As for the spiritual training thing, I see where people are coming from and in another universe I think it would've been totally cool for them to have a dynamic like Aang and Roku had in Avatar, but again: it doesn't really work in canon.

More importantly: it goes against a theme that was introduced very earlier in the show, which is Kagome being her own person, doing her own thing, aside from Kikyo.

We literally see her trying to channel Kikyo's powers and failing...

...Then just being herself and succeeding:

If anyone was obligated to train her, that's Kaede, but particularly I like the idea of Kagome being self taught and making the moves up as she goes even better. I think it adds a lot to her character, I just wished Takahashi had explored it properly.

Plus, let's be honest: Kagome was doing a fine job on her own. Kikyo was the one making her life a thousand times harder by coming up with those nonsensical plans. In the end of the day it wasn't Kagome who needed Kikyo to defeat Naraku, but rather Kikyo who needed Kagome.

That being said, if Kikyo were to be nicer and thank someone, I think that person should've been Inuyasha and I will die on this hill. He was risking everything he had because she guilt tripped him into thinking he owed it to her.

"You came for me, that is enough" was not a thank you nor an apology. I can understand her reluctance when it comes to Kagome, but I can't justify her treatment of Inuyasha. Not when she was supposed to love him.

[selineram3421]

🌊The Water-Bending Sun Warrior☀

Zuko X Reader

Part 1

Prologue

The first time you entered the spirit world was when the moon died.

Everything was red for a bit and then you felt a deep ache in your heart before falling into darkness. It was strange at first, being awake but your body asleep. Seeing visions of a giant water-like creature commanding the waves.

Upon awakening, you heard your father speaking to the chief of the tribe.

"Please explain, I don't understand what's going on!", he cried.

"Your child is fine. They will wake soon and come back to the physical realm.", the chief replied.

The next few days were odd, you kept leaving your body, traveling to places you've never seen before. Strange spirits were everywhere and you learned to be extra careful.

You've tried to tell your father about your journeys but he refused to listen or believe it. It confused you how he could trust the word of the chief but not yours.

A few months have passed since then.

Sitting near a small stream of water, you moved your hand back and forth, following the flow. The water following your command.

The first time you made the discovery that you were a water-bender was when you were helping the healers in your village.

You didn't tell anyone but the old man who had helped you out of the spirit world when you fainted on the day of the dead moon.

His home was near the healers as he knew more about chakras and spiritual energies, being able to take care of wounds that would normally take longer to heal due to lingering trauma or evil spirits.

"A water-bender, the same as your mother.", the old man, Xbalanque explained. "You flow with the tide and the moon gives you strength."

"Is that why I lost consciousness that day?", you asked.

"Yes.", he nodded. "You are a little more sensitive to such things since you were born during an eclipse. Thankfully your mother heeded my warning and wore red, so it is not as bad as it could have been."

"Is there any way for me to control it? I feel like this won't be the last time.", you say with some concern.

There is a strong feeling in your gut that this "ability" would not cease.

"Ah, so you've felt it.", Xbalanque chuckles. "Yes, it will continue. And I have just the thing.", he says and stands up.

He walks over towards a shelf and begins to move various things, all trinkets that might be for fun or carry some importance. There were a lot of little things, some hung on the walls and some were bigger and had to be placed on the floor. All of them were colorful.

"Here we are!", the old man says and brings back a box as he walks over to you. "This was something I gave to your father and he gave it to your mother.", he explained and opened the box, taking out a necklace.

The ribbon fabric was like fresh red blood, the stone was obsidian with a carving on the surface that had gold in between to make out the image of a flame with a water drop in the middle.

"I gave him this stone and blessed it with protection.", he said and placed the necklace in your hands. "Your father used it to propose to your mother, as her customs from the North were for the person of interest to be presented with a betrothal necklace."

You stared down at the jewelry in your hand in awe.

There aren't many depictions of your mother, you can't really imagine her with anything at home. This gives you a small glimpse though.

Why is it here? You wondered.

"It was hard on your father when she passed. He gave this back to me with a foul tongue, saying it didn't work.", Xbalanque sighed. "But nothing can stand in the way of fate's plans."

Apá...

"You can keep it. I have no use for it and I feel like your mother would have wanted you to take it.", he says. "Obsidian is used to contact ancestors, so you can always have a guide when you travel."

How convenient.

"Thank you.", you smiled and put the necklace on.

Visits to his house became common for you as you had many questions.

Now, looking at your reflection in the water, you still wore the necklace.

You haven't traveled recently but you have paid more visits to Xbalanque's residence, having more questions about the obsidian stone and its properties. His response was for you to meditate with it.

So that's what your plans were for today.

Maybe things will get more interesting after doing so.

Wow, it's been a long while. I was stuck thinking about what to write for this part. This fic will update slowly.

Read tags for more details.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 2

🌊TW-BSW☀️ | Zuko ML

[hikaaa-bi]

i find it funny how people praise the owl house for breaking the trend of redeeming the villain when the show instead took the laziest path with dealing with their villain. i mean, i get it. not all villains need to be redeemed and sometimes, it's just fine to kill them off or defeat them. no character is irredeemable, but sometimes the point is that people refuse to change.

but what they did with belos was just lazy. he didn't need to be redeemed, sure, but his ending was way too anti-climactic. he was such a complex character to just be labelled as Pure Evil™ and killed off at the end. he didn't need to be redeemed, but he at least deserved to be acknowledged as the three-dimensional complex character that he is. he wasn't just a disney-esque villain who did everything for power and had no depth to his personality. he was a symbol of religious trauma and how it affects people. he was a horrible person but also a sympathetic one, because i can only imagine how harmful growing up in the puritan era would have been.

like i said before, the show being cancelled is not an excuse. i was so excited to see all the religious and spiritual themes in belos's past, and all the theories that fans were coming up with. hell, some fans did a better job of representing belos than the show ever did. i just feel like it was a whole bag of lost potential. belos could have been one of the most insanely complex and well-written villains but the creators of the owl house wants to impress its fans, so they pull a "haha we're not like other shows because we can't sympathize with the villain!" newsflash: you don't need to redeem the villain in order to portray them as sympathetic. azula from avatar and simon from infinity train are good examples of sympathetic villains/antagonists who don't get redeemed.

it's even more ridiculous considering how rushed and badly written lilith's arc was, even though she cursed her sister, tried to kill a literal child, and almost got her sister turned to stone. you'd think if the show despises redemptions so much, they wouldn't give lilith a lazy and rushed redemption arc like that, only to render her useless for the rest of the show.

[gnckholin]

okay I need to preface this with yes I like having representation and anyone who's been around my blog long enough should know that renarin is my specialest little guy him and him and rlain are very cute and if y'all really need it this is coming from the perspective of a queer man if you turn this into a pissing on the poor type deal I will simply block you but. now that I've had time to stew on it.

the rlainarin arc was a bit boring.

part of this is I think rooted in Brandon trying to be a Good Ally™ doing Good Representation™ and he worked a lot with sensitivity readers to make sure things are handled well but it just felt a bit... tokenizing? like they were in the spiritual realm as a bit of plot convenience but also it kinda felt like an excuse to keep them relevant enough to give them pov chapters. and it's cute! don't get me wrong! but also every other characters get emotional arcs about growing as a person and they got...trying to ask your crush out? it felt very out of place.

now you might be saying hold on! they're not primarily pov characters you can't expect as much nuance emotionally as someone like kaladin. and you're right! but let's look at the other supporting cast members here. jasnah gets the struggle of power and her entire attempt to keep thaylenah which results in a meaningful paradigm shift for her! navani gets to work on her connection with the sibling and uncover the past. we don't even really see much of relationship between renarin and glys much less rlain and tumi. sure they may have been good representation! but they were mediocre arcs. even in the discussions I'm seeing lately of favorite parts, it's not that people have disliked it it's just...nothing to write home about?

it also feels particularly weird to have an arc around "my family will think it's weird" when it's been pretty well established that alethi in general are like. fine with queerness. and sure you can say "well they're nobles" but at this point renarin is in line for 0 titles. dalinar was only going to give king of urithiru to someone who wanted it, jasnah planned on being the last queen of alethkar, there's literally no point? it feels a little love Simon. and yes absolutely in modern western culture people can feel weird about coming out to people who would be accepting and that's fine! but that's also rooted in real world homophobia which alethkar doesn't seem to have.

even when we compare with the other canonically queer stormlight character, it just kinda. . .falls flat. part of this is that shallan wasn't intended to be queer but honestly it feels like it reads well. she doesn't have to turn to camera and say she's different she's bisexual she can just be a person. she can fall in love with adolin she can get flustered around jasnah veil can call women hot and it's like. fine. and it feels more authentic to the setting! a lot of the rlainarin arc in WAT felt like it was meant to be educational. for cishet people. and like that's fine! but it doesn't make for an engaging character arc. I can't even say it really makes for good reading.

and look, I get it, we all like seeing them get flustered and worry about what the other one thinks and we all get to be excited when they confess their feelings and kiss but it just feels so tonally dissonant that like. I can't believe this was intended to fit into the main plot. it feels a bit patronizing - like look we have good healthy representation now! I'm doing so good at this! and genuinely from the bottom of my heart it's thrilling that the largest name in fantasy is willing to do this even more so considering the religious background he's writing from I'm not writing all this to say Brandon is a bad guy or secretly a homophobe I'm just saying. I wish we had more, y'know? something less feel good for the cishets for being good allies something with more of a real plot that engages with the themes of the series and whatnot. I'm looking forward to arc 2 (in like 10-15 years)! I'm looking forward to more rlain and renarin and their dynamic! I just hope it feels less. educational.

anyway a lot of this was directly inspired by verilybitchie's video on good representation it really helped me out my finger on why their arc felt a bit flat so please go check it out she's a great creator.

[jewish-vents]

9 years ago, I adopted a little girl. When I found out her birth parents were Jewish, I started reading up on Judaism as thoroughly as I could and talking to the local rabbi, because I didn't want to disconnect her from her heritage. I ended up converting. I found a spiritual home, I found a way of thinking that spoke to me, I found endless people who were surprisingly supportive of my being a single dad who adopted a child, and I was happy. I was often clueless, yeah, but I learned. I got to educate other people in the synagogue about what synesthesia is and why my daughter sometimes gets sensory overload from it just like I do. One little old lady, upon hearing me explain how rare the condition is, that there's thirty-six variations of it but yes, my daughter and I have the same kind, told me this was Hashem's plan. I told her I hoped I was doing this whole parenting thing right. "I'm onboard with the plan, but I'm not always good at it," were my exact words.

I am very sure I'm not good at it now. I'm trying. But how do you explain to your daughter that no, you honestly do not have reason to believe things will get better? How do you explain that her grandparents don't want to talk to us since October because they think we support genocide? When you're awake at 4am because you had a nightmare about her being a hostage or being attacked, how do you play it off as if everything is fine? I want her to be happy. I don't want her to know that I'm as scared as she is. It doesn't help that I'm a rape survivor so not only do I see my daughter in the faces of the hostages, I know what that pain is like and see myself in them, too.

The form of synesthesia my daughter and I have causes us to visualize colors when we hear sounds. The ways our brains are wired cannot be treated or fixed. Many, many Jewish prayers and songs are blue, or green, or indigo, or teal. Sometimes there are bits of gold.

Antisemitic chants and the screams of protestors and the anger in the voices of so many people I used to love and trust - that my daughter used to love and trust - are searing orange and vicious magenta and sharp red and rust colored at the edges. The fury is bright in a way that stings. And because I share her condition I get hit with it and I know she's being hit with it. I'm failing her. I'm not protecting her. Maybe I was the wrong choice of father for her. Maybe there's something more I should be doing. Maybe there's nothing more to be done. I don't know. All I know is I go to my job at the university and get a barrage of blood orange-red-rust-blood and my mind goes get out of here, run, run, run and it hurts. I do it for her. I do it so she can afford Jewish summer camp and books on Jewish history and piano lessons and everything else she wants. I don't know if it's enough to drown it all out or compensate for it. I don't think it is.

I wish we could move somewhere safe. I want my daughter to be able to go back to a life in blue. We weren't made for this much red.

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[justafriendlystranger]

Milkshake Mansion members incorrect quotes! (cause why not?)

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Neo: Wtf?? People actually tell their crushes they like them????

Talissa: yeah? What the hell do YOU do?

Neo: I die? Lmao what kinda question..

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Laffy: If you put a bee in the freezer, it will get cold and fall asleep. After it's asleep, put it in your mouth, but don't eat it. Just let it sit there. It will get warm and wake up. Now you have a bee in your mouth.

Felice: Why the fuck would I do that?

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Felice: Sitting on and touching warm rocks..... Now that's some good stuff...

Viktor: Are you..... A reptile..?

Felice: and what are you? A cop? Mind your business nerd

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Elijah: Your honor, in my defense, you wouldnt get it

Sylas: You had to be there, your honor

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Trevor: Day 1 of eating every plant I see

Trevor:

Trevor: Something bad is happening

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Neo: Sorry i have bubonic plague i can't hang out tonight

Viktor: Raw rats

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Yoake: WOAH..

Yoake: just remembered i have my very own skeleton under all this flesh! :)

Tsutsuji: Not for long!

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Laffy: You know what? I like you guys

Felice: Hey thanks! can't say the same for you!

Laffy: I will chew the legs off your chair

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Neo: *draws a gay little clown that pisses you off*

Casimir: Yes, excellent self portrait m'lord

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Trickster: Pray For Me

Luck: What's wrong?

Trickster: Nothing Wrong I Just Want More Power

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Amelia: with all due respect—

Amelia: which is none, btw

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Viktor: true self control is waiting until the movie starts to eat your popcorn

Neo: why would the movie eat my popcorn

Neo: nevermind i get it

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Trickster: of course you have white hair and trauma

Caleb:

Yoake:

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Elijah: Goodnight to my wife (Juliet) and my sweet sister (Talissa), fuck the rest of y'all

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(The spiritual entities)

Neo: if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest party and you're all invited

Nohana: if?

Luck: great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die

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Laffy: man i could go for some upgamers

Nathan: What's upgamers?

Laffy: WELCOME TO MY MINECRAFT VIDEO

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Nathan: *to Penelope* She looks like a girl who acts all sweet but when gets criticism goes home and microwaves her hamster

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Felice: why wait for the tables to turn when i can hit u with one of the chairs?

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Luck: Debating if I should continue my healing journey or go insane

Trickster: just do both and water some plants, you'll be fine

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Actually all of these are funny tumblr post I found on pinterest, was planning to post the actual screenshot of the post and instead edit their profile to the characters but winter break is done and I'm starting work again tomorrow sooo :,]]

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Trickster, Casimir and the Milkshake Mansion belongs to @boiling-potato Elijah, Juliet and Talissa belongs to @gachaclubideas Yoake and Tsutsuji belongs to @n0vatsu Viktor and Neo belongs to @dackychansworldofhoshino Laffy belongs to @2laffy2, Felice Belongs to @chipi-chupi-chips, Luck belongs to @lucytsukii, Nathan Belongs to @aesopesbaby, Amelia belongs to @ry4nn2, Nohana belongs to @onionjay21, Trevor belongs to @edgywithaheart and Sylas and Caleb belongs to me!

[yuxuans-stuff]

Times Apart. [WORK IN PROGRESS]

Synopsis: People always say that, 'love has no bounds', they say that you're free to love whomever you would want, but what if that someone had been long dead for the past, eighty four years?

Pairings: Fashion Designer!Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!reader

Genre: ghost and soulmate au, romance, and angst.

A/n: a random burst of passion on writing..

People always tells you that you will never find love and that you'll forever be stuck as a sad lonely woman with no one on her side. Though you think the opposite, you always believed in spiritual beings, such as ghost, heck you even swore you saw one as a child. It was fascinating to learn about them, that's why you took a photography course, you want to capture everything even if it's not visible on your camera.

Sighing, you leaned away from you table, pictures of places, unknown, scattered across the table, sometimes it being dark or just a clear white photo, or sometimes even having caught a shadow on it.

Looking at the clock above your board, you once again sighed, stretching your bones before getting up and getting ready for the day. While you do like photography, you also needed a job to feed yourself somehow, you would not rather starve to death and die lonely, you still have many things to do in life, especially when soulmates exist in your world.

Soulmates, the thing you always dreamed about since a child, you always wondered how it feels like to have someone love you, accept you and put up with you. You also wondered how you're going to have to meet them, will you see the world with black and white filter?, will you have a string attached to your pinky?, or will you feel the pain your fated one feels?, It was unknown to you.

While your parents did try to reassure you that time will come and so does your fated one, but it never happened, your love life feels like it's stuck on a loop, a constant repeat on time, like your stuck in a paradox of the past.

It was very overwhelming, you had even told yourself to give up, and just die alone, but, for some unknown reason, you can't bring yourself to do that. Like there was some forcefield, forcing you to stand on your ground, to be alive for as long as possible, you wondered, maybe it's connected to your soulmate? You don't know.

For the third time this day, you sighed again, glancing at the camera you had brought from an antique store. The owner told you that at some point of time, back on the past, the camera had belong to a fashion designer, well known for his designs, you think his name is wonju? Wonwoo? You don't know, you had barely heard what the old lady was saying.

Taking the camera, you shoved it in your bag before grabbing your coat and rushing out of your house, closing and locking the door behind you as you rushed out. You walked into a cafe and took the coffee you ordered and reserved for earlier while on your runs, you took it and rushed for the train.

Standing in a crowded train station, you drank your coffee, taking out the camera on your bag, inspecting it. You had yet to inspect the details on the old camera, but the designs were amazing, the little details on the silver of the camera, to the lenses still being intact after all this time.

"amazing, isn't it?" Suddenly, a voice asked, their tone soft, possibly has lisp, as they spoke out the words. Quick as ever, you turned your head to the source of the voice, you could swear the bones of your neck cracked a little at how fast you turned.

You were left surprised, amazed, and even scared, the man was nearly invisible, yet he can still be seen. He was wearing a very fine suit, blazer discarded elsewhere that you don't know, hair slightly tussled, hand full of straight line scars, he looked absolutely majestic that you swore he was some kind of model.

"what are you.." you muttered finally being able to get a word and sentences out, the man in question, merely smiled, kindly.

"Kim Mingyu, and I'm...a ghost.." he introduced, extending his hand out only bring them back down after realizing you can't touch him at all.

"how—....how can I see you..?" You questioned, eyes wide genuinely shocked at the mans appearance, not even noticing that some people have looked your way with their gazes full of judgement.

"Oh!, that, you see, ghost from the past are always connected to little things and objects, like that camera for example," he pointed out to the camera on your hand, forgotten until he mentioned it.

"That camera belonged to my friend, he entrusted it to me after he passed away by a tragic event." He continued sitting beside you, which by the way, you don't know how he did it considering he was a ghostly being that could pass through walls and such.

You processed the information in your head, nearly choking on your own spit at how ghost are actually real, not that you don't believe they are, of course you do! You're just shocked that an actual one showed themselves to you.

"but how can I see you...? Should I, just feel your presence??" You asked once again utterly confused by the whole ordeal not even noticing that your train had arrived already, not that you care anyway.

"that.., is what I actually do not know, maybe it's something about your soulmate, but that would be questionable." He hummed out, thinking about it harder than he needed to be.

A WIP!, and a birthday gift also, since my birthday is tomorrow, happy birthday to me!

Anywho, release date is still unknown so...enjoy this for now!

[paragl00m]

I think what bothers me about the "fake fans" discourse is that people on their fandom high horses see other, lesser fans' interactions with the fandom (theories, questions, favorite song/episode/"era" etc) as products to consume and critique rather than the attempt by an excited, probably young human being, who found a piece of art or media they resonate with, to connect with other human beings who are excited and passionate about the same.

It also seems to stem from the "if it's popular, it's not cool anymore and I won't feel cool for liking it" attitude where early adopters (or people who swear they were) try to gatekeep a fanbase at the expense of the artist's success. But if you truly like an artist, wouldn't you want them to be successful? Wouldn't you want them to be able to grow and move on to higher and higher accolades and have more people who appreciate their work? I'm not sure how giving an artist the reputation of having a fanbase of rude, exclusive, engagement-policing fans helps them more than it hurts.

I've seen posts about how fans of Ethel Cain/Hayden who aren't trans, or don't live in the south, or don't have religious trauma, or aren't women, don't understand her and shouldn't interact in the fanbase or share their own interpretations of the lyrics that might not line up with the Ethel narrative. Where do y'all think understanding begins? If people are listening to American Teenager bc they think it's fun and poppy, great. If that's the only song of hers they ever listen to, fine. But maybe they will connect with it and decide to explore more of her music. I am a transsexual man who lives in Louisiana and doesn't have any sort of religious trauma or background, but I resonate deeply with how Hayden writes about being transsexual in her music, I identify strongly with her Ring/Great Dark spiritual interpretations, and I like how her sound gets very gothic at times. People are drawn to art for so many different things, let's not be cops about it.

Essentially, fandom should be about shared appreciation for the artist and about having fun sharing it. I got on tumblr bc it seemed like Hayden had a fun little community going with some down-to-earth fans where they have sort of peer-to-peer conversations. And then I start looking in the #ethelcain tag and many of the posts are "fans" talking about how much they hate other Ethel Cain "fans." Lighten up, damn