#ari's revenge fantasy

[ariclassof09]

Correction:

You know that revenge fantasy from last night? So it seems like I confused two different lines from Death Note. The first was "What good is law if it doesn't punish those who break it?" and the second was "Kira is justice". I mixed them together without thinking.

EDIT: In my defense, I posted that whole rant on my new iPhone, which is really cool and useful by the way.

[8thhousekat]

🩷Moon sign observations🩷

Aries moons: I’ve noticed that a lot of Aries moon people tend to have a certain interest that they are very very passionate about🙏 they also are very protective over their loved ones if you think no one has your back that one Aries moon family member or friend does they also may be addicted to drama❤️❤️

Taurus moons: the most loyal and caring people I’ve ever met they always find a way to make you comfortable in the most uncomfortable situations haha they also can get irritable when they are hungry or when they are stressed they may over indulge in food or things that may be comforting to them.

Gemini moons: a lot of them tend to always need to be doing something to keep them from overthinking and spiraling. They always know everything about everyone even people that are just acquaintances. They overindulge in media haha and they might have multiple things they are interested in or were at one point and it is the most random hobby ever they also may struggle with being anxious or having a lot of anxiety due to always asking why or making hypothetical situations in their head(this is my moon sign😭)

Cancer moons: they are always so caring they might accidentally parent their friends and family but it’s because they care about them so much. I’ve noticed that a lot of cancer moons that I’ve met are old souls they could appreciate antiques and older music🙏they are very practical at times and they always seem to know the right thing to say when you are upset

Leo moons: Leo moons just light up rooms when they smile their humor is immaculate. They also might have a tendency to hold grudges on certain people. A lot of Leo moons I’ve met have a very chill demeanor but once they get comfortable they really show their personality❤️ they are surprisingly stubborn too and have leader characteristics people just listen to them

Virgo moons: they are so anxious :( but very stable a lot of them might get stomach issues due to anxiety they also could stress clean😭 they get stressed out in unclean environments. Also might have a tendency to want to fix people or give solutions when someone is upset (this isn’t because they don’t care it’s because they want to help) virgo moons tend to be stuck in-between their head and their heart they also have very beautiful skin they take very good care of themselves and others.

Libra moons: you guys are so diplomatic and conflict adverse at the same time haha I’ve never met a libra moon who didn’t want to keep the peace. They are so sweet and they always seem to know what to say to make people feel better. They also might get stuck in situations due to getting attached easily. Libra moons also might have a hard time being alone because they just want to be loved😔 I love you guys sm

Scorpio moons: you guys are detectives on a monocular level you always seem to know how to get things out of people a lot of my friends are Scorpio moons and their dark humor is so fucking funny. They also are emotional even if they try to hide it they have huge hearts and care about their people. They love horror movies/games and When they are mad they might struggle with revenge fantasies and explosive anger. Very secretive about non important things like their playlists or their favorite food but non the less they are extremely loyal people so don’t hurt them or you will never get back in.

Sagittarius moons: they have so much energy and knowledge they are little adventurers they always have some funny story to pull out of nowhere you know when a Sagittarius moon loves you is when they take you on their little trips even to the gas station haha they love to express themselves through their style and they are so accepting. A lot of Sagittarius moons teach themselves about things they absorb information very quickly and could easily understand how things work

Capricorn moons: they are very hard working and prone to burn out very loyal they might have a tendency to be pessimistic and go through depressive episodes:( they all need hugs haha some of them might be a bit grouchy at times and get frustrated when there’s lack of effort from the people they love. They really like food that reminds them of home. The cap moons that I know are very good at saving their money. But when they are stressed they over spend. Kids also really like them for some reason haha same with cancer moons

Aquarius moons: these people aren’t afraid to be themselves they are they are very much you see is what you get type energy. they are logical and intelligent but they also are very goofy at times they might have a hard time making friends due to fear of letting people in but once they let you in they are amazing friends and people to be around. They also could have a hard time with being emotional around others can be stoic at times.

Pisces moons: they are so sweet and delusional haha pisces moons love romance and daydream a lot they also could have very vivid dreams. They are kind and caring and also have a savior complex like Virgo moons😭 a lot of Pisces moons I know have this ability to get people to open up to them they can be too trusting. Some of them might say white lies 😭😭 but at the end of the day they just want to be accepted the same way that they accept others

these are just my observations on the moon signs if they aren’t accurate to you then that’s okay🩷🩷 Thank you for reading 🩷🩷 if you would like a free natal chart reading just comment

[astrodescent]

MARS THROUGH THE SIGNS AND HOW YOU ACT WHEN ANGRY

aries mars:

- quick to anger, often explosive

- assertive and direct in expressing anger

- may cool down quickly but can hold a grudge

- deals with anger through confrontation and physical activity

- the fire inside is dynamic and intense, appearing as a burst of flames

taurus mars:

- slow to anger but intense when provoked

- displays anger through stubbornness and resistance

- may hold onto anger for a long time

- deals with anger by seeking comfort and stability

- the fire inside is steady and enduring, resembling a smoldering ember

gemini mars:

- expresses anger through words and sarcasm

- quick-witted and adaptable in heated situations

- may not hold onto anger for long, easily distracted

- deals with anger through communication and mental stimulation

- the fire inside is lively and changeable, flickering like a vibrant flame

cancer mars:

- sensitive and easily hurt, leading to passive-aggressive behavior

- tends to withdraw when angry, seeking emotional refuge

- may hold onto anger, especially if it’s tied to emotional wounds

- deals with anger by retreating and nurturing themselves

- the fire inside is protective and nurturing, resembling a warm hearth

leo mars:

- dramatic and expressive when angry

- seeks attention and recognition for their emotions

- may forgive but won’t forget easily

- deals with anger through creative outlets and self-expression

- the fire inside is bold and radiant, shining like a theatrical spotlight

virgo mars:

- internalizes anger and may not express it openly

- critical and analytical when upset

- holds onto anger through perfectionism

- deals with anger through problem-solving and self-improvement

- the fire inside is precise and controlled, like a focused laser beam

libra mars:

- dislikes conflict and may avoid direct confrontation

- seeks harmony and balance in handling anger

- may struggle with decisions when angry

- deals with anger through communication and compromise

- the fire inside is harmonious and elegant, resembling a delicate flame

scorpio mars:

- intense and passionate when angry

- can hold onto grudges and seek revenge

- may express anger through power plays

- deals with anger through deep introspection and transformation

sagittarius mars:

- blunt and direct in expressing anger

- values freedom and may react strongly to restrictions

- tends to forgive and move on quickly

- deals with anger through physical activity and exploration

- the fire inside is adventurous and optimistic, burning like a spirited bonfire

capricorn mars:

- controlled and disciplined in expressing anger

- may appear cold and detached when upset

- holds onto anger but keeps it hidden

- deals with anger through careful planning and self-discipline

- the fire inside is determined and enduring, resembling a slow-burning ember

aquarius mars:

- unconventional and detached when angry

- values independence and may rebel against restrictions

- may detach emotionally to cope with anger

- deals with anger through innovative solutions and detachment

- the fire inside is eccentric and futuristic, glowing like a neon light

pisces mars:

- passive-aggressive and elusive when angry

- sensitive and easily overwhelmed by emotions

- may escape into fantasy as a coping mechanism

- deals with anger through artistic expression and escapism

- the fire inside is dreamy and ethereal, shimmering like a gentle candle flame

© spirit-of-phantom 2024

[coven-of-genesis]

Film recommendations for each zodiac sign

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♈︎ Aries: “127 Hours” - A gripping survival story that showcases the resilience and determination of the human spirit, resonating with Aries’ fearless and adventurous nature.

♉︎ Taurus: “Chocolat” - A charming film set in a quaint French village, centered around the joys of food, love, and indulgence, perfect for Taurus’ appreciation of sensual pleasures and culinary delights.

♊︎ Gemini: “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” - A mind-bending romantic drama that explores the complexities of memory, love, and identity, catering to Gemini’s curiosity and love for intellectual stimulation.

♋︎ Cancer: “Moonlight” - A poignant coming-of-age drama that delves into themes of identity, family, and emotional intimacy, resonating with Cancer’s sensitivity, empathy, and deep emotional connections.

♌︎ Leo: “The King’s Speech” - A compelling historical drama that portrays the journey of King George VI as he overcomes his speech impediment to lead his country, appealing to Leo’s love for grandeur, leadership, and triumph over adversity.

♍︎ Virgo: “Julie & Julia” - A delightful film that intertwines the stories of chef Julia Child and blogger Julie Powell, celebrating the joys of cooking, creativity, and the pursuit of perfection, aligning with Virgo’s attention to detail and passion for craftsmanship.

♎︎ Libra: “Amélie” - A whimsical romantic comedy set in Paris, following the charmingly quirky Amélie as she spreads joy and love to those around her, catering to Libra’s appreciation for beauty, romance, and heartfelt connections.

♏︎ Scorpio: “Oldboy” - A gritty and intense thriller that explores themes of revenge, betrayal, and redemption, perfect for Scorpios who are drawn to dark and psychologically complex narratives.

♐︎ Sagittarius: “Wild” - Based on the memoir by Cheryl Strayed, this film follows her journey of self-discovery and healing as she hikes the Pacific Crest Trail alone, reflecting Sagittarius’ love for adventure, freedom, and exploration of the unknown.

♑︎ Capricorn: “Moneyball” - A compelling sports drama that chronicles the true story of Billy Beane’s unconventional approach to building a winning baseball team, appealing to Capricorn’s strategic thinking, ambition, and determination to succeed.

♒︎ Aquarius: “Waking Life” - An experimental animated film that explores philosophical themes through a series of interconnected dream sequences, perfect for Aquarians who are drawn to unconventional ideas, intellectual exploration, and deep philosophical pondering.

♓︎ Pisces: “Pan’s Labyrinth” - A dark fantasy film set against the backdrop of post-Civil War Spain, blending reality with elements of fairy tale and magic realism, appealing to Pisces’ imaginative and mystical sensibilities.

[sailoryooons]

Obsidian | One | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge.

☾ Word Count: 10,012

☾ Genre: Urban fantasy, criminal/syndicate, strangers to lovers, angst, eventual smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Graphic depiction of death and body dismemberment, a lot of blood, Yoongi is brutally wounded/gutted, near-death experience, traumatic loss of parents, mention of suicide (not actual, but metaphorical), this is pretty blood and gory but not gratuitous? Death of a koi fish rip Agust the I. 

☾ Published: April 22, 2023

☾ A/N: Don’t ask me to explain myself. I have no idea what I’m doing and my Aries moon is in full control of me and working me like a robot. This is a series or something I don’t know. I have no plans and no thoughts, just brain rot. Inspired by Jade City by Fonda Lee, the movie Colombiana, the movie Scarface and by my fuck it we ball attitude about writing what I want when I think of it. Also please note that the order of first and last names will be done in Western fashion in this, as this story does not exist anywhere real-world-adjacent and thus, will be first name > last name.❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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An emerald Radiant walks into the bar and makes a mess. It sounds like a punchline, but you never hear the end of the joke. Only the hook and the line. No sinker. 

Before he arrives and messes everything up is important, though. 

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Market Town is a mess. Each side of the road has storefronts with open doors, neon and holographic signage blinking on and off with the shitty pulse from the electricity grid. In front of them on the side walks and spilling into the street are the stall vendors, ever-changing and ever-moving sales carts, tables, boxes and people hawking their wares, fruits and trinkets at the hundreds of people who writhe through the market. 

It smells terrible. You keep to yourself, all the stink of bodies and rotting fruit and the sizzling fat of meat making your head dizzy no matter which way you navigate. Market Town stretches an entire district, street after street of stores and people and things and it feels like it never ends, the stench of humanity clinging to you like a second skin.

Water crashes down on a man selling lab-grade jewels to a wary-looking mother and daughter. They flinch away from the seller as he sputters and screams, soaked in sweat and whatever liquid has been tossed out an apartment window from above. He cranes his neck up to locate whoever tossed the water - or more likely, piss - out of the window, but he has hundreds of options to choose from from the apartment building that towers behind him. You grimace and step further into the middle of the street. Most of the apartments in Market Town have years worth of failing plumbing, and you have no desire to be showered with piss and shit. 

It’s too early in the evening for the lights of the neon advertisements glittering in the air above your head to cast a blinding light on your eyes. Their glow is not yet painted on the surge of people coming and going, but you know by sundown Market Town will be a watercolor of holographic and neon advertisements courtesy of Roanoke Insurance, Jend Cosmetics, and Jura Jura Coffee: Best Brew In Diade. 

At least Market Town has sensible advertisements. It isn’t the vibrant horror of naked figures bent over, or the bloody holograph of a man having his brains blown out. Crimson District has no shortage of unique and salacious advertising and the money its businesses generate make the lights and the glow much harder to ignore, even in the daylight. It’s part of why you prefer to scrounge around Market Town like a mangrove rat. 

Well, and it’s what you can afford. 

Namjoon’s work stall floats around Market Town. Usually, you can find him tucked between Margot’s fruit stand and Len’s divination table. Namjoon likes to nibble on Margot’s sweet strawberries in exchange for fixing the till on Margot’s stand, and Len is an okay stall neighbor when he isn’t so drunk that he’s trying to convince you that the end is near and the world will be swallowed in garnet and obsidian. 

That sounds lovely, you always tell him.

Prepare for the end, Len always answers. 

The sweet smell of tangerines reaches you through the sizzling smell of frying meat a few stalls over. It’s better than the rank stink  of flowers wafting from a stall a few carts over, your head dizzy with the fragrance as you approach Namjoon, Margot and Len.

Margot’s fruit always smells better than any other food set out across tables and bins on the street. You’re pretty sure it has to do with the pretty, green citrine jewel that he keeps tucked away and out of sight and away from any wandering eyes. 

You can’t blame him. Even though citrine isn’t high on the Jewel Caste, Market Town is primarily made up of Nulls. They certainly can’t radiate with jewels, but they sell them at a high price to those desperate enough to feel the power of a Radiant. Some even promise to sell jewels that make Radiants Caste Drop to a new, darker and more powerful color. 

Only an untrained Radiant would think a Caste Drop is possible through a rock. It’s stupid, really. Anyone who wears or buys jewels openly in Market Town is asking to be robbed and gutted. You’ve even seen as light as a diamond caste get murdered here. 

A kindly young man stands in front of Namjoon’s stand. It’s really just a wooden table with a bunch of trinkets, clocks with too many dials, little holographic action figures jumping into different poses, and other wares that run on technology or small engineering. Namjoon prides himself on being the best tinkerer, though you’re willing to bet he’s a lot smarter than that. 

Namjoon himself isn’t much older than the man at his table, gesturing to a watch as Namjoon leans over it. Namjoon’s brown hair has grown long, shoved back by a black, cotton strip he has tied around his head to keep it out of the way. He’s dressed in a dirty shirt and canvas overalls, a little bit of grease on his arms. His glasses slide down his nose, lenses fogged with the humidity that collects in Market Town and makes it rot. 

A fly buzzes toward you from Margot’s stand. He has his back turned to you, placing little white pricing stickers on his green melons. He's a little portly and very short - especially when Namjoon stands and shakes his customer’s hand. Namjoon is taller than most people, and much broader, his shoulders wide and arms thick, suggesting that he did something else before he became a tinkerer in Market Town. 

You don’t know what, though. You can sense the peridot he has hidden in the soles of his boots and the fingertips of his work gloves, giving him power to radiate as he works on his little devices and mending broken objects for people. But you’ve never asked. 

Asking questions is the first step to murder in these parts. 

When his customer leaves, Namjoon turns to you and blinks his brown eyes at you owlishly, magnetized by his prescription lenses. He’s handsome - a little too handsome by Market Town standards - and he smiles at you, a dimple popping up in his cheek. 

“I finally fixed this device for you,” Namjoon says by way of greeting. He digs around in his overall pockets and produces a tiny, silver device that looks like a bullet. “The little battery inside was fried. I put in a new one and replaced the copper plating on the starter. Your wires were totally corroded and-”

“How much?” you ask, a little exasperated. Namjoon will go on forever if you let him, and you need to get to Montana. “I only asked for the battery to be looked at, Joon.” 

“No cost. It was a fun little device to look at. Kind of dangerous, though, no?”

“You can’t not charge me. I told you to stop giving people their shit for free.”

His cheeks turn cherry as he scratches the back of his neck. “Fine, what about five nil?” You toss the coins on the table and he passes you the device. “It’s a mini shatterwave, right? The high-pitched frequency scatters the frequency of Radiants?” 

You give him an annoyed look. “Yes.” 

“Who made it? It’s a fascinating device.” 

Instead of answering Namjoon’s question, you pocket the little bullet  and toss another five nil on the table. “For silence,” you tell him firmly. 

He wants to ask another question. You can see it in his face. Namjoon is always asking you questions about the things you bring to him and ask him for. It isn’t his job to ask questions, especially as freely as he asks them. But Namjoon operates like someone who has no idea that he’s tucked away in the most dangerous market in the Crown Cities. 

Nothing Namjoon does is that of someone low born. He’s too polite, gives out too many handouts, and lets his curiosity get the best of him. Lets his clients become friends. You’re fond of him as much as someone of your position is allowed to be - maybe even a little more - but Namjoon is a danger to himself, no matter how often you keep steering him back in the right direction. 

“You!” Len leans over Namjoon’s table, his glassy green eyes wide, pupils dilated. His hair is white as salt and sticks up in multiple directions, looking as though he may have been electrocuted and never recovered. He points one knobby finger at you. “The world will end in garnet and obsidian.” 

“That sounds lovely, Len.” 

You predict the next words. Have heard him say it dozens of times. “Obsidian.” 

Len surprises you. That has yet to be a response in your little game of prophecy, and you open your mouth to indulge and ask him what he means when something tingles at the back of your neck. 

You pause and glance to the side where Margot is dealing with a customer arguing about the price of squash. A soft breeze rustles the canvas topper to Margot’s stand, carrying the scent of tangerine with it. Something is buzzing at the back of your neck, and your gaze slowly drifts from Margot to a man passing by the cart. 

This is someone who blends in. His clothes are plain: his pants are ripped at the knees and scuffed at the bottom, his white t-shirt clinging to his chest in places where he’s sweating through. He has a floral shirt pulled over, open and fluttering in the balmy breezy of the market.

Nothing about him is remarkable, except that he’s beautiful. Perhaps not on the first glance, but when you blink and focus, it feels like you’re seeing him for the first time. You have no idea how upon first glance you thought he could ever blend in.

He has a round face, glowing and pale like the moon. Inky hair that is a little bit dirty, a few wavy pieces falling over cat-sharp eyes. He smirks as he walks, and though he isn’t looking at you, he seems smug about something. You’re not sure what, but as he passes you, you feel that tingle again. 

Your eyes dart to all of the places you look for jewels first. Hands, ears, neck, and wrists. Nothing, there’s no jewel on him. You can’t sense a frequency about him that makes sense - he doesn’t fit anywhere on the caste that makes sense to you, but it’s definitely a Radiant-adjacent sensation. He’s on the caste, but you don’t know where.

Most Radiants feel like a dull buzz. When they have jewels, it’s more like an itch that you want to scratch. There is always an attraction for a Radiant to use jewels, even if they don’t belong to them. This feeling isn’t that, it’s more invasive and sharp, not like anything you’ve felt from diamond caste to onyx caste.

When he gets a few yards away, the feeling begins to fade. You start to turn away but he tosses something up and the air and catches it. You narrow your eyes and he does it again, realizing he’s tossing a tangerine up and down. 

A tangerine that he stole. 

“Hey!” you bark at him, making several people turn in your direction, including Namjoon and Margot. The man doesn’t pause, tossing his tangerine in the air again. “Hey motherfucker! You have to pay for that tangerine!”

That catches his attention. He turns and looks at you over his shoulder, eyes round and mouth parted in surprise. A few people turn to look at where you’re shouting, but you mostly go ignored. Thieves are common here and most people don’t bother to yell at them anymore. 

The man pauses for a moment. His gaze darts between you, Margot who is coming around his cart behind you with a knife, and the ripe little tangerine in his hand. He looks at you again, dark eyes glittering. For a second, the two of you are connected, strung together by an unlikely moment between strangers. Then he does the damndest thing: he grins. 

And then he’s running down the street, floral shirt snapping in the wind as he dashes headfirst into the crowd. 

Like the idiot you are, you take off after him. Suddenly, you are the number one security measure of Margot’s fruit stand, a man who has never given you a fucking discount in your life. You have no idea why you’re running after this tangerine thief, but you feel energy surge through you as you do, dodging people and bodies and things as you tear after him. 

The tangerine thief is quick on his feet but you’re fast too, the emerald jewel hidden in your boot sending energy through you. You only radiate a little - not enough to draw too much attention, but enough to not lose sight of his red shirt flapping as he takes a corner and leaps over a stall. 

He’s a Radiant, you realize. You suspected when you felt him walk behind you, but the ease at which he vaults a market stall much taller than him gives it away. He isn’t worried about hiding his status from you, which can mean a couple of things. 

You don’t consider any of them, going around the stall instead of over. The emerald in your shoe is more than enough to send you several meters in the air, but you like to play your cards close. Don’t like to flash power unless you absolutely have to.

In a market full of Nulls, you prefer to blend in. Unjeweled is safer, especially in Market Town full of thieves and cut throats for naive or unsuspecting Radiants.

Just as you catch sight of your thief again, there’s a loud snap in the market. You look up, seeing a two story stall made from dry-rotted driftwood splinter. There’s a single second where you’re watching the top of the stall holding fresh rain water and it’s crashing down onto the market floor. 

Screams ring out as alarmed market goers are startled by the sudden deluge. You just barely throw up a shield of concentrated energy. Water splits once it hits you, a river breaking around a boulder. Chaos ensues, the stall owner screaming her head off and wailing about the precious rainwater she collected to bless with her divine spiritual energy and sell, while shoppers and other stall owners alike are furious about their now soaking persons and wares. 

Dropping your shield, you shoulder through the crowd. Now the smell of garbage is wet and pungent, clinging to bodies as you shove through the mess, looking for any sign of the pretty boy and his stolen tangerine. 

It’s a mass of colors and people, lanes between stalls and the crowd opening and closing. The movement of Market Town flexes like a living thing, shifting and writhing, a hungry serpent sliding through the streets. 

“Fuck,” you growl. It was a well placed distraction and perfect aim, using his power to snap the beam of the stand. 

With a sigh, you look down at your watch and curse. You’re going to be late to work. Again. All because you chased down a thief for a fruit salesman that doesn’t even like you.  

But that tingle. That sense of awareness that pricked the back of your neck, sharp and lethal. You think about it as you speed walk to the outskirts of Market Town where the edge of the Night Sphinx territory borders the loosely carved strip of streets that belong to the Green Dragons.

The lane of pockmarked pavement between the left and right sides of the street is the only place in Diade where two families of the Armory share such close property. Though the Salib and Park families are friendly enough, it still doesn’t do well to mix too much among Armory families outside of official business.

As soon as you hit the corner, you keep your eye on the other side of the street. It’s lined with clubs and bars and gambling dens that belong to the Night Sphinx organization. A few patrons loiter on the street, but it’s mostly members with sphinx tattoos, brooches or emblems stitched to their clothing to state their association.

The sun is sinking toward its final goodbye, rays of gold light cut in half by the towering buildings of Civ just a few miles away. It’s a beautiful sight, a shot straight down to the lower elevation of the giant buildings turned burnish gold by the sunset. 

Even from a distance, the commercial district of the city is imposing, its steel teeth biting upward at a colored sky. You wonder what it must be like to live in that world. To work or live in one of the Civ towers. You imagine you’d have your own little office with a desk and a private window to look out at the world. So high up near the clouds, a god of civilization. 

A group of Green Dragons pour out of the door of Montana and onto the sidewalk. It draws your attention away from the shining, ever-golden Civ to the flickering neon sign above a banged-up metal door. It looks like the lock is busted again and you make a note to tell Burro. Not that he’ll get it fixed. It’s not worth the nil to fix anything in Montana, including the mangrove rat infestation brought in by one of the liquor shipments from Blows.

Inside the bar is no better. Sticky floors, wobbling tables with chipped wood and scratched lacquer coating, a single bar with broken stools pulled up to the edge. There are a few holoscreens flickering above the colorful bottles that line the bar, sometimes interrupted by Jungkook’s tattooed hand reaching for bottles.  

Montana is rarely busy. It’s a new acquisition fronted by the Green Dragons, though the building isn’t new and neither is the bar. It had been closed for almost fifteen years, a rotted hole of a used-to-be-bar until Jimin opened it up again. He doesn’t intend for it to be a popular place to drink as much as he needs it for Green Dragons operations, but he fixed it up a bit. 

As you round the bar to throw your shit in the office, a mangrove rat scurries by your feet, making you screech and jump. Jungkook lifts his head, round eyes sweeping back and forth for danger, hands cocked and fists half-clenched. He catches sight of the rat scurrying into one of the holes in the side of the wall and scowls before nodding in greeting.

So maybe Jimin hadn’t fixed up the bar that much. 

If Jungkook is irritated by your tardiness, he doesn’t say anything. You’re just as pleased as you are displeased to discover that Burro isn’t in the bar at all. You suspect he’s down the block wasted in the Green Garter. Instead of asking, you immediately get to helping Jungkook maintain the system behind the bar, which is mostly cleaning vigorously at all times to fight the grime that seems to inch up on the place every hour. 

Working with Jungkook is your favorite. He’s a quiet kid with a guarded expression and soft eyes. You don’t ask him much about how he got here or why. Jimin seems to show him the same reverence as when he first found you, so it’s safe to assume that Jungkook is a stray like you. 

Even without jewels, Jungkook is tall and broad, his arms thick and strong enough to lift kegs one-armed over his shoulder. You’ve seen him go from quiet and unassuming behind the bar to throwing a jeweled Radiant across the street. You know he has your back. Despite the fact that his eyes sometimes drift to where your emerald is hidden. It’s the only evidence that you have that he’s frequency sensitive, like you.

Jungkook’s energy vibrates somewhere on the light colors. Maybe jade or rose, it’s hard to place him because he wears no jewels. 

The sound of some sporting event on the holoscreen buzzes behind you. The murmur of voices is soothing as you work, scrubbing a stain on the bartop you don’t remember being there yesterday. A quick sweep tells you that it’s the usual crowd this evening: Daro who is a smoky jewel sitting at a booth with Rollins and Gia, both emeralds; twins Rin and Maki sitting at the bar with their sharp, matching gazes vibrating at amethyst, and Bolero who doesn’t run with the Green Dragons but has become a regular, the only Null in the building. 

Bolero signals for another drink, grey eyes following you. He’s dancer-thin and his face is sharp like a hawk, grey eyes even sharper. He’s always in a long, red trench coat no matter how boiling hot it is. You think you’re going to see him keel over and have a heatstroke one day, but he never does. Just strolls in, pushing his long, dark hair out of his face before sitting down wordlessly at the bar. 

You pour him a whiskey neat and slide it over to him. He hums a thank you and turns his attention back to the screen flickering behind you. Bolero never talks, but you don’t mind him. The Radiants ignore him, though they hadn’t at first. You still see Rollins sporting a ropey scar on his hand from learning how much bullying Bolero would take.

Apparently, it was very little. 

Most places would have had the Null killed and dragged out for the city sanitation to collect in their once-a-week pickups. To Radiants, anyone who doesn’t have power, who can’t radiate on the same frequency as a jewel, is beneath them. Powerless. Ant, meet boot. 

Radiants, you’ve learned, are certainly powerful but not quite intelligent. 

“Where’s the asshole?” you ask Jungkook as you close the dishwasher with your hip. Three hours in and no Burro in sight. Not that you’re complaining, but as the manager, he’s usually expected to be around in the event that someone important drops by for business. 

Jungkook shrugs, dubious. “How should I know?”

“He can’t keep leaving you alone.”

“I’m not a kid.” You give him a look and his cheeks go pink. “I’m twenty-two, you know?”

“A child. A mere infant. Baby.”

“Ugh.” 

“Anway,” you clarify, throwing a rag over your shoulder. “It’s not right. If someone comes in here for Green Dragons shit and Burro isn’t around, you’re gonna be fucked.” 

“I can service them just fine.” 

“Yeah? Where’s the stash?” 

Jungkook smirks and leans against the bar. He’s dressed in dirty pants and a t-shirt he’s patched holes on several times already. His arms flex as he crosses them, cocking his head to the side. His hair is so much longer than it used to be - now it’s wavy and falling into his eyes, sticking to the sweaty skin of his forehead. You want to offer him a haircut, but you don’t want to baby him further. 

“It’s in the grate underneath the desk in Burro’s office.” 

“Great, and then they’ll flay you alive for not answering in their weird little code phrase.” Jungkook’s smirk falls off his face and you shake your head. “Exactly. Just because you know things doesn’t mean you know all of them, Jungkook.”

“Whatever.” 

Jungkook pushes off of the counter and distracts himself by sullenly adjusting the bottles on the bar. You snort and turn back to trying to pry the sparking plug of the freezer out from the outlet to move power sources. Eventually, you feel Jungkook’s presence at your side, making you crane your neck up to look at him.

“So what is the code phrase?” he asks, pout prominent. You roll your eyes and straighten just as the door opens to the bar. 

The door swings open with such force that it smacks the wall behind it, doorknob cracking. It draws the attention of the bar, everyone turning in their seats to see the man standing at the entrance. He’s mid-size with wild, blue hair and there’s a messy tattoo of a black cat on his arm. Your eyes narrow and the bar stills at the violent entrance of a Night Sphinx member in front of you, panting and staring directly at Bolero, the only person not looking at the door. 

“Can I help you?” you ask, looking back and forth between them.

The Night Sphinx is angry and his energy snaps around him, a crackle in the air. You don’t have to sense the emeralds on him to know where he’s at on the Jewel Caste. He has a single ring on his finger and two modest earrings, not polished jewels but still emeralds all the same. 

For a second, the man doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Bolero in a red rage, face purpling with the way he’s panting, fists clenched at his sides. You think he might just pass out, but then he’s pointing a finger at the Null sitting at your bar, sipping whiskey.

“You motherfucker!” His voice is garbled and slurred with liquor. “You fucked my wife!”

“Oh for jewels sake,” Maki grunts, turning away and sharing a roll of her eyes with her twin. “Take him outside and kick his ass then. He’s a Null.” 

If being sold out by Maki bothers Bolero, he doesn’t show it. He simply sits there in his heavy trench coat, eyes fixed on the game on the holoscreen. This seems to enrage the man at the door even further. He ignores Maki’s advice and storms into the bar, gathering energy as he goes. The chairs and tables he walks by rattle and slide away from him, the pulse of energy flowing through him as he radiates disturbing them. 

No one in the bar moves. Jungkook is transfixed and confused, eyes wide. The Green Dragons in the bar watch with mild interest. Bolero isn’t one of them, and the bar isn’t important enough to pick a fight with one of Salib's men over a Null.

But you’re not looking forward to the cleanup, and you don’t want to explain to Jimin how you did nothing while some Night Sphinx came in and fucked up a patron. 

As your hand slides to the small, bullet-shaped device Namjoon fixed for you, Bolero moves. It’s almost too fast to follow the fluid way he stands and spins from the chair. His foot slips under the stool, using the toe of his boot to hook it behind the stool’s leg and he kicks. 

The stool flies at the Radiant. He’s a little drunk and slow, but he’s still a Radiant and he reacts with enough clarity to pulse with the jewels on his hand and earrings once, sending a shield of energy around him. The stool shatters against the invisible wall, leaving the intruder unharmed. 

Bolero is still fast for a Null though, already flipping a round table over to duck behind it as the Night Sphinx sends a green bolt of energy right at Bolero. It hits the table and singes it, cracking it in half. It’s loud as thunder, your yell going ignored as the two of them wreck the left side of the bar. 

This is the ignorance of the Radiants. They don’t care about how destructive they are, storming into places and letting others take damage as they make demands and use force when they want. 

Grabbing the scatterwave in your pocket. Bolero is dodging and waving blasts of energy from the man who chases him around the bar, blowing tables and chairs to bits. The other members of the Green Dragons have moved out of the warpath, collected near a booth on the far end of the bar, watching and jeering as Bolero doges a slice of concentrated energy that would have taken his head off.

“Fuckers,” you mutter. 

Palming the device you press the top of the scatterwave. The device is small but it lets out a high-pitched sound when activated, sharp enough to disrupt frequencies within a small radius. Its target is the darker colors on the caste, its high frequency enough of a distraction and disruption for Radiants that it makes it harder to radiate.  

The reaction is instantaneous. You feel nausea roll through your stomach and your world spins. It’s an earth-shattering noise, your ears vibrating with the force of the whistle. Your vision is blurry but you stumble toward where the two men are fighting, the Radiant bent over with his hands on his ears screaming from the force of the shatterwave. 

Bolero is unaffected. He has no frequency to scatter and he takes the shot, leaping at the struggling Radiant with a snarl on his face. 

“Not in here!” you screech. “He’s a Salib, you cannot kill him in Park territory. Go somewhere else! Bolero, please!” 

Bolero looks at you once, grey eyes full of fire. He has the intruder by the shirt collar, fisted tight as the man continues to thrash against the sound of your device. You think for a split second that Bolero is going to drag him out of the bar and do what you ask. He turns to look at the door, considering it. 

He decides not to. A knife appears in his hand and you yell as he stabs downward. You can’t hear the fleshy sound as Bolero sinks the blade in over the wailing of the device in your hand. He hits right between the ribs and up, a solid jab directly to the heart. The Radiant jerks in Bolero’s arms, his death twitch violent as he fists Bolero’s shirt, eyes wide, face aghast. Then he goes limp, sagging as a ragged breath leaves him. 

No one moves. Bolero holds the dead man in his arms, panting and looking down at him. They are so close, Bolero’s face right over the man’s and if you didn’t know any better, you might think they were lovers. Bolero slowly crouches down, suddenly gentle as he lays the dead body on the ground, hands hovering over him. 

You press the top of the shatterwave and it goes silent as it can with the high-pitched ring in your ears as you try to recover. You’re a little unsteady on your feet, pressing your hand against the bartop to keep your balance. A sharp pain behind your eyes signals an oncoming headache.

“What the fuck?” your voice sounds foreign and strained in the ringing quiet. “Are you fucking serious?”

Bolero rises, pulling the bloody knife with him. He wipes it on his pants and flips it in his fingers artfully. Familiar with blades, you note. He half turns to you and glances around the destroyed section of Monatna before he looks back at you and shrugs.

“Maybe you didn’t notice, but he was trying to kill me.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You kill people outside of this bar. You aren’t permitted to kill here.”

“Montana doesn’t protect its patrons?”

“Montana protects Green Dragons,” you clarify with a hiss.

You feel your fingers twitch. The familiar urge to radiate rises. It’s a natural instinct, to want to reach for the power that is right there on the edge of your mind all the time. You feel the emerald in your shoe. You imagine it beckons you, wiggling its fingers, begging to be used. 

You ignore it, pointing a finger at Bolero. “You fucked up and you know it. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a dead Night Sphynix?”

“Tell the Salib’s he attacked first.”

“You’re a Null asshole, it doesn’t matter that he attacked you first. You’re not fucking one of us.”

Something passes over Bolero’s face when you say it. Offense, you think. It’s there and gone so fast that you think you imagine it. You only feel a little guilty that he thinks you mean not a Radiant. You really mean not one of the Green Dragons but it doesn’t matter, in the end. 

He pulls his phone out. “My boss will pay for the damage and deal with the Salibs.”

“Unless your boss is Jimin fucking Park, that doesn’t really matter.” 

Bolero holds the phone up to his ear. You watch as he smirks a bit, shrugging. “Nah, but don’t worry about it.” 

“Oh I’m fucking worried about it,” you snarl. Jungkook is watching wordlessly, mouth parted slightly. “Call Jimin,” you bark at him, making him flinch. You immediately soften your voice. “Sorry, just - call Jimin.”

With a bow of his head, Jungkook grabs the phone and dials.

Jungkook starts murmuring quietly when Jimin - or an assistant, more like - answers the phone while you let yourself into the back and lock the backdoor for security before returning to the front. Bolero is sitting at the bar waiting, the dead Night Sphinx behind him. Red is beginning to pool around him, almost black against the dirty floor of the bar.

Heading to the door, you throw Gia a look. “Watch the bar,” you grunt. “Unlike you did when that fuck stick walked in here and ripped the place apart.”

She looks down her nose at you, eyes narrowed. Gia is terrifyingly beautiful, standing nearly a foot taller than you and built with wiry muscle. Her silky, black hair is braided out of her face, elegant and carved like one of the glass angels sold in the art district. Her eyes are the same color as her jewels, a stunning emerald that flashes in annoyance at your command. 

Gia nods once instead of arguing. The other Green Dragons behind her have the decency to look ashamed. While they aren’t heavies dedicated to protecting the Park family assets, they are low-level lackeys who could have prevented half the bar from being blown to bits by a Radiant. Especially the two amethyst caste twins who look at the wall blankly realizing what's going to happen now. 

Instead of stopping the Night Sphinx, they all stood there with drunk stares and half-tilted grins. Jimin won’t like it and they know it. It doesn’t matter that Montana isn’t an integral operation to the Green Dragons. It’s about pride and respect. The fact that a drunk, emerald caste man under the flag of the Salib family stumbled into Jimin’s bar, destroyed the place and then was killed by a Null is going to set Jimin off.

So you find a target to direct his anger at. 

Burro is slouched down on a leather couch at the Green Garter, exactly where you expect him. He doesn’t see you coming, the scattered green and white lights from the stage refracting and splitting into dozens of beams shining in his eyes as he stares at the topless woman on stage. There’s hardly anyone in the club and only a few people look startled when you grab him by the collar and yank him from the booth.

Security at the door and near the strange straighten up. The girl on stage keeps moving, lithe movements carrying her  away from where you lift Burro up, fingers digging into his shirt enough to rip. He smells like grain alcohol and sweat, the stubble on his face indicating that he may have slept in the club.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Come on,” you snarl at him, shooting daggers as one of the security guards steps in your direction. You let yourself radiate just a little, enough to give out a steady hum that even the lightest on the Jewel Caste can feel the sensation of an emerald jewel. He backs off immediately despite the fact that you can see and sense the amethyst pieces drilled into his pale knuckles. 

But there are two things that stop him: emerald is close enough to amethyst that a good Radiant can fuck up someone who is only a little darker than them on the Caste, and you’re a Radiant under the protection of the Park family, specifically Jimin, who owns the club. 

As much as it annoys the man whose job is to protect the dancers and the patrons, if you want to beat the shit out of Burro on the shitty green carpet in front of everyone, he has to allow it. You’re one of Jimin’s favorite little Radiants and everyone knows it, especially on this strip of road. 

No one stops you as you drag Burro out of the bar. His feet slide on the stained carpet, trying to find purchase as he yanks at your hand, shouting obscenities at you with his reeking breath. Your grip is iron, and you throw him as hard as you can once you’re back onto the sidewalk. He hits the ground hard, shoulder cracking against the street. 

Burro yells and rolls over, curling into himself. You fight the urge to kick him a few times, your wrath waiting like a coiled snake to strike out and punish him for being such a burden to deal with. You leave him in a fetal position, storming back into the bar to throw a couple of nill on the table for the drinks and a heavy sum more on the stage for the girl’s trouble. She winks at you, pretty enough to make you flush and spin on your heel to get back outside where Burro is still laying on the ground. 

Most of the time, you don’t bother. Burro is technically your manager and your superior. He’s an asshole and a waste of the Green Dragon's salary, which is why Jimin stuck him behind the bar, a punishment as much as a favor to Burro’s father who is a mid-ranking heavy in the Park family’s retinue. It’s as good as his son is willing to get for an emerald caste who is lazy and spends most of his days gambling, ogling at naked bodies, or wasted in a booth with Rollins. 

Even so, most days you let him yell at you. Throw curses your way. Drone about how shitty of a bartender you are - which is true - like a gnat that won’t leave. He’s harmless on good days, annoying on bad days, and he’s too afraid to retaliate in rare moments like this when you shove him into his ill-fitting role. 

“Get up,” you spit at him. You have the urge to crush his fingers that are spread out on the sidewalk. You think the loud crunch beneath your boot might be satisfying. You don’t, though. “Bolero just killed a Night Sphinx in the bar.”

“Swhwat?” 

You growl as he slurs, slowly pushing himself to his feet. You think he might have been handsome once. He has the making for it, but his days knocking back grain alcohol have weathered him. You see the early signs of Alloy addiction all over his face, scabs picked raw, leaving behind dark scarring, the track marks in his arms when he wears short sleeves.  

Raucous noise reaches you from a group of Night Sphinxes watching your exchange. Their laughter and whistles echo across the street, backed by the loud hum of shitty neon and the now very bright and flickering holographic display ads spinning in windows. This is a nice show for them, you’re sure. Everyone on this edge of Market Town has seen Burro get his shit kicked, though usually not by you.

“Get up, you’re embarrassing yourself.” You start marching back to Montana. “You’re needed at the bar. You know, the place you manage.” 

He mutters something behind you as he manages to get to his feet, tilted and tripping. You don’t catch what he says, eyes fixed on the sleek car that sits parked right in front of the door at Montana.

The road here isn’t really built for cars. It’s full of cracked faultlines and potholes, but Jimin has opted for a sharp-looking SUV with green LEDs running down the side and a little metal dragon on the grill. Not his personal car, but a business class that is no doubt reinforced with bulletproof windows and shatterwave tech. 

There are four men standing around the car, dressed in pressed suits, each with a dragon brooch pinned to the front. They nod when you walk by and you keep your eyes low, feeling the different colors as you pass by: amethyst, sapphire, emerald. They have jewels drilled into their knuckles and some of their teeth, earrings of polished stone, and necklaces set with their respective caste colors. 

Walking around with that much power is safe enough for them, but it makes your skin itch. Thinking of all that energy just waiting to be tapped into, waiting for them to radiate. The urge to reach for the power just a few feet away lessens as you walk inside of Montana. 

Inside is a vision. Jimin’s loyal group of Green Dragons sit together in a booth, silent and heads down. Maki glances up for a split second as you come through the door, anger twitching on her face before she looks back down at the table in resolute silence, her curtain of black hair hiding her scowl. 

Good. She could have used her fucking amethyst to wipe the now dead man from the map and not suffered a consequence under Jimin’s protection. And yet there you are, walking slowly toward the scene of the crime. 

Jungkook is standing behind the bar chewing on his lip, hands linked behind his back as he watches the two men in front of him conversing. Bolero smokes a cigarette on the same stool he was on earlier, eyes fixated on the holo once again. The dead man is still very dead, Jimin’s men spread out around the bar to assess the damage.

Jimin is one of the two men speaking at the bar in front of Jungkook. Jimin’s dressed sharply in black dress pants and a matching black, tailored jacket with emerald buttons and a beautiful dragon broach set with emeralds and jade. His arms are crossed as he listens passively, dark hair slicked back. There’s a single dangling earring in one ear, a teardrop diamond at the end.

Jimin Park is one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. He reminds you of a dangerous jungle cat. His eyes are sharp, shadowed by a full-fan of dark lashes, cheeks round and soft in contrast to his elegant jawline. He smiles at something the man he’s talking to says, full lips rosebud pink.

Your eyes drift to the man talking to Jimin and before you can think twice about interrupting them, you’re yelling, “You!” 

Both of the men jerk their heads in your direction. Jimin’s brows shoot up and he shakes his head as if to ask what the fuck? But you’re too distracted by the other man, who grins at you as soon as he realizes who you are, adjusting his floral shirt as he turns to face you head on. 

You get a better look at him now and you’re angry to discover that he is still just as stunning as he was in the middle of the Market Town stalls. His hair is pushed back out of his face more, eyes twinkling as they drag up and down your frame. He wiggles his fingers at you in a wave. 

“You can’t just steal tangerines!” you bark at him suddenly. 

“What?” Jimin asks. He frowns and looks between the two of you. “I’m sorry, do you know one another?” The man says ‘no’ at the exact same time you say ‘sort of’ which makes Jimin’s jaw tick, patience waning. “Well? Which is it?” 

“Seen her once,” the man admits. “But I don’t know her. She chased me through the streets of Market Town today like a lunatic. I think she took one look at me and fell in love.”

Your jaw drops. “You stole fruit from Margot’s fruit stand motherfucker! It had nothing to do with your good looks.” 

“So you admit I’m good-looking!”

A failed attempt at a response comes sputtering out of you. You stop and start your sentences multiple times, trying to come up with a wicked riposte to his ridiculous insinuation that you think he’s attractive. Which you do, especially when he gives you a full, shit-eating gummy grin. 

“Enough,” Jimin snaps in your direction. “Wait with Jungkook, I’ll deal with you later. And don’t interrupt me again, got it?” 

You bow deeply at the command.  You feel hot all over, an unpleasant mix of shame and something else that you can’t place for “Yes sir. I apologize for my outburst.” 

Jimin turns away from you and back to the tangerine thief, leaving you to rush behind the bar to stand next to Jungkook while you stare at the two of them.  

You have no idea who this man is. You’ve never seen him in the bar with Bolero, though it’s possible he’s come in when you’re not working. It isn’t likely, since there’s only one additional bartender besides you and Jungkook, but you can’t possibly imagine how this man is important enough to look Jimin in the eye when he speaks.

Jungkook gives you a head tilt and doe eyes. You shake your head, opting instead to study the object of your irritation rather than explaining. He doesn’t ask any questions but you can see the way he shifts back and forth, unsure of where to focus his energy. 

As one of the family members in the city’s Armory, Jimin is one of the highest-ranking citizens in Diade. Though the Green Dragons are on the bottom of the totem in the Armory, Jimin ranks higher than most of the city by being the son of his family’s leader. 

The man speaking to Jimin looks at him directly in the eyes as an equal. He is a hairsbreadth taller, but his gaze and tone are steady and respectful. There is no air of superiority between the two of them, making you wonder where exactly this smug man falls on the spectrum of city authority. 

Each face of the Armory is familiar to you: the Parks, the Manobals, the Salibs, the Achilleos’ and the Kims. This man belongs to none of them and yet Jimin listens to him calmly, nodding his head at whatever the man is saying. Jimin’s arms are looped behind his back and he is poised as ever, even making a joke or two as they exchange words in hushed tones. 

In Diade, the ruling family syndicates are the ultimate power. Jimin’s family owns the territory to the southeast, the Salib’s directly to the north, the Manobals to the west. You stick to Park territory only, always mindful of where each Armory boundary lies. 

Despite Jimin’s favoritism, you’re not a high-ranking member of the Park family’s Green Dragons. Jimin thinks you’re useful enough though, and has a soft heart for strays. Jungkook is proof enough of that as you are, two little sources of information and loyalty in his personal pocket. 

You work for Jimin, not his mother. 

The respect that Jimin shows the tangerine thief leads to a few possibilities of who he could be. Under the rule of the Armory, there are other smaller and less organized gangs. The Circles are not particularly powerful and still concede to the Armory, but they range from loose bands of idiots and thieves to highly organized factions. There are dozens of Circles in the city, but only a few are powerful enough to earn a smile from Jimin Park, the prince of the Green Dragons. 

Chewing your lip, your mind runs through a list of possible Circles this man could rank high enough in to matter. White Fang has always worked with the Green Dragons well. Their members can sometimes be found hanging out in Montana with tight if not overly polite smiles while they conduct business. While White Fang answers to all of the families of the Armory as a collective governing body, they are particularly fond of the Parks. 

There is little chance that the tangerine thief belongs to the Midnight Sun. As the largest and most powerful Circle, they are only allied to the Kim family. Dangerous for any Circle to declare allyship to only a single governing body, but the Kim family sits at the top of the food chain. Being protected by Yujun and his son Seokjin have its strengths.  

Your vision blurs when you think of the Kim family. Seokjin’s beautiful smile, the way his inky eyes glitter. He remains the most eternal person you’ve ever laid eyes on, and one of the most charming. Funny, smooth talking, intelligent. 

But Seokjin is a snake. A beautiful thing that can fool you into a false sense of security before striking and sinking his fangs in deep.  

Nausea unfurls in your stomach at the thought of him. You blink a few times, willing away the memories of him and his high-pitched laughter and anything else to do with him. Jimin shakes the man’s hand in front of you. It draws your attention to where their hands meet. Jimin’s hand is small and delicate in the large hand of the tangerine thief. A man who was raised with privilege and a man you suspect made his own. 

“I’ll be back,” Jimin calls. You realize he’s talking to you and you bow. He turns his attention to the group of his gang members sitting at the table, waiting for their punishment. He whistles at them, calling them like dogs. “With me.” 

You can’t help but feel a little smug as they jump up, tangled over one another to get out of the booth as fast as possible to follow Jimin toward the front door. None of them look at you or Jungkook, chins tucked to their chest and eyes on the floor. At least they’re good dogs who know when they’re going to be punished. 

“Hello again.” 

The tangerine thief is leaning on the bar. Up close, he smells like sandalwood and a hint of sea salt. It isn’t unpleasant, but you grimace all the same. There are bracelets on his wrist, but no jewels. The prickling, needle-like sensation comes back, right at the back of your neck.

“Jungkook, can you start cleaning up?” You ask. He nods and dashes away, giving the stranger a single nervous glance as he joins the security members of Jimin’s team cleaning up. 

They pick up the body and carry him through the bag on Jungkook’s guidance, dripping blood the entire way. Bolero doesn’t even glance as they pass him, still transfixed by the holoscreen. 

“Why did you use a shatterwave?”

Your eyes drift back to the man in front of you. Up close, you notice that his skin is flawless. He has a shine and glow to him of a healthy Radiant, and yet you’re not sure how to place him on the caste. You know he’s a radiant from his escape methods in Market Town, but you’ve never had this much trouble placing someone on the caste. “What?” 

“The shatterwave. Had to hurt you too, I imagine.” 

“Well no one else was going to do anything,” you answer, skirting his assertion that you’re a Radiant. “It didn’t hurt that bad. I’m a Light Radiant.” 

He raises his brows. “Oh, you’re a liar.” 

“About some things, sure. I can’t take on an emerald caste, though. So I used a shatterwave.” 

“There’s an emerald in your boot.” 

You grit your teeth. He doesn’t make sense. The needling feeling only increases as he cocks his head, scanning you from head to toe. His pout turns into a smirk and there’s something heated in his gaze that makes you squirm as you shift back and forth on your feet, trying to place him. 

Sensing jewel frequencies outside of the jewel you radiate most with is difficult. Energy is a fickle thing, and though you can feel the buzz of every color of jewel around you, most Radiants can’t. They can only sense what jewel they vibrate on the same frequency as, though trained Radiants can sense their assigned jewel and lighter. 

This puts the tangerine thief at emerald or darker. If he can sense the emerald in your shoe, it means he can use it. Unless he is a rare case like you and Jungkook, who are frequency sensitive. But he doesn’t feel like emerald and he doesn’t feel like he sits darker at garnet and onyx. 

You shiver remembering what onyx feels like, an oppressive and demanding thing.  

“It wouldn’t be the first time I lied,” you offer. You can keep skirting the topic of the emerald in your shoe, but he already knows it's there. 

He chuckles. It’s raspy and soft as a whisper. There’s no doubt he’s used to the effect he has on people. It reminds you a little of Seokjin and you feel skittish.

“No, I’m sure you are quite the liar.” He leans in a little bit. “I’m Agust, by the way.” 

Schooling your features is hard. Out of all of the Circles that crossed your mind that he could belong to, you never considered Black Lotus. It makes sense, you suppose, that Bolero belongs to the Black Lotus. It’s one of the few Circles in the city that not only accept Nulls in their ranks, but encourage it. A little oasis for Radiants and Nulls alike to claw their way to the top from the bottom of the barrel. 

My boss will pay for the damage and deal with the Salibs. You think of Bolero’s comment, realizing why he was so confident. His boss is the leader of the Black Lotus, a chaotic thorn in the Armory’s side who walks around the Crown Cities undermining authority where he can. 

Agust smiles, pride bleeding through when you recognize his name. He’s a little notorious for the destruction of three Circles associated with the Kim family and for donating thousands of nil to squatters in Blows. A violent killer with a soft spot for charity. Strange, and not quite as heroic as some seem to think it is. 

Instead of saying anything, you busy yourself with folding rags, feeling the way of his gaze. Agust is pretty with a soft edge to his face and a charming grin. There’s a confidence about him that draws the eye, and yet he can blend in just like he did at Margot’s fruit stand. He is both sides of the moon, light and dark, switching whenever it suits him. 

Again, he reminds you of Seokjin and your heart squeezes as you take a step away from him.

“Well, I hope you have a great evening, Agust.” It's dismal. Polite, but an end to the conversation nevertheless.  

He isn’t swayed. “What, no name?”

“Do you need it?”

“I’d like it. Is it as pretty as you are?”

“Your flattery isn’t welcome here.” 

“Then what is?”

You glare. “The money for Margot’s tangerine.” 

Agust chuckles again and shrugs. You expect him to walk away or volley back with a riposte but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the nil that Margot is owed and sets them on the counter, the silver coins clinking against the wood. He leans against the bar again, hand cupping his chin as he looks up at you.

“This cover me?” 

You swipe the coins off the bar and sniff. “I suppose.” 

“I like you. How about I call you Montana, hmm? Since you won’t give me a name, I’ll make one for you.”

Instead of looking at him directly, you busy yourself with moving around the syrup bottles in their plastic bin. “You don’t have to call me anything.” 

“Or Garnet?”

For a second, you stare at your hands before slowly dragging your gaze to him where he watches you, feline-eyes glittering. That pinprick feeling returns sharper than ever. You’re a mouse caught under the watchful gaze of a hungry cat. 

There are only a handful of people in the world that knows you sit on the second darkest color of the Jewel Caste. One of them is outside giving his gang members the lashing of a lifetime, one of them is sitting in a luxurious home in Aria and the other is no doubt watching cameras on the casino floor of Kaiju. 

Sweat gathers on the back of your neck. You think about the first time you radiated at garnet, the power so raw and rich that you were almost drunk on it. You were just a kid, untrained in how to syphon energy that volatile. You’d become sick right after, taking too much too fast and completely unaware of how to channel all that energy.

The Kim’s had helped you find a way. And then used it to their advantage, a little girl with no one else to count on with all that power just waiting to be directed. 

You refused to ever be used for your place on the Jewel Caste ever again. 

“Say it again,” you murmur, voice low. Your hands open and close and you feel the emerald surge in your boot. Agust is either onyx or frequency sensitive, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve gone head to head with darker than you before. “I dare you.”

To your surprise, his smile is sad this time. There’s a moment you think you see understanding. Compassion. Something soft. Then it’s gone and he gives you a brief nod before pushing away from the bar, running a hand through his hair. You don’t move, muscles locked and primed to lash out, to grind him to dust if you have to. You don’t have a garnet, but you don’t need it. You can do just as much damage with an emerald, regardless of whatever color he is. 

“Put the claws away, your secret is safe with me.” He nods to the pool of blood on the floor. “You have my apologies for the mess. Black Lotus will handle the fallout. Tell Bolero if any of those Night Sphinx fucks give you any trouble. You have my word I’ll pay my debt.”

“What debt?” 

He jerks his thumb at Bolero. “You saved his worthless ass.” You don’t disagree but you say nothing. He lingers for a second, looking you up and down. Something passes his face that makes your heart speed up a little. “I mean it. Call if you need.”

“I won't.” 

He grins. “Bye, Montana.” 

When Agust turns to leave, Bolero gets up and goes with him. When the door shuts, it’s just you and the sound of Jungkook and Jimin’s men putting the bar back together. 

No one can hear how loud your heart thunders. 

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THE JEWEL CASTE (from least to most powerful)

Light Caste

Diamond Citrine Aquamarine Jade Rose

Mid Caste

Peridot Topaz Turquoise Ruby Smokey

Dark Caste

Emerald Amethyst Sapphire Garnet Onyx

THE CHAOTIC CASTE (in general, from least to most powerful)

Opal Quartz Tourmaline Carnelian  Obsidian 

GLOSSARY

Alloy - A drug that allows radiants to lift frequency for a temporary amount of time and meld with a jewel they cannot normally radiate with.  Caste Drop - When someone drops a color on the Jewel Caste and vibrates at a higher frequency  Circle - Lower gangs who are not in the Armory Dark Radiant - Those who vibrate at the low-colors and high frequencies Jewel Caste - The order of least to most powerful vibrational jewel frequencies  Light Radiant - Those who vibrate at the lighter colors and lower frequencies  Mid Radiant - Those who vibrate at the mid-colors and medium frequencies Null - Those who don’t vibrate at the same frequency as the jewels and cannot radiate Radiant - Those who vibrate at the same frequency as the jewels and thus can radiate Shatterwave - A type of device that lets out high-frequency sounds to shatter Radiant frequencies in a certain radius Unjeweled - A radiant who doesn’t have any jewels on them to help radiate

[astrozara]

Why the zodiac signs cheat. 💔

Here's why the signs cheat on their partner: ARIES: they're impulsive AF, crave constant excitement and have a ridiculously high sex drive.

TAURUS: their partner has become an unproductive and lazy, expecting the Taurus to do all of the work. GEMINI: they're so indecisive and will question the relationship until they talk themselves out of it. CANCER: you've hurt them and now they want you to experience what that pain feels like. LEO: their partner isn't paying them enough attention and they meet someone who does. VIRGO: they find their relationship to be too dry and boring, they need an outlet to cut loose. LIBRA: they're so flirtatious and enjoy being around other people's energy that it just kind of accidentally... happens. SCORPIO: you've cut them deep and now they are hell bent on getting revenge. SAGITTARIUS: they're so naturally flighty that the idea of commitment scares the shit out of them. CAPRICORN: their partner has lost their drive and expects Capricorn to do literally everything for them. AQUARIUS: their partner is acting overly clingy and making them feel like a rat in a cage. PISCES: they get sucked into a fantasy and can't bring themselves to say "no" before things get heated.

[a-d-nox]

egyptian asteroid observations (part 2)

these observations are completely hypothetical. they are based on my (the those closest to me's) experiences with each aspect/ placement! please don't take everything i say as predestined, astrology is possible outcomes not guaranteed ones. this is just a starting place for when examining singular objects in an entire galaxy (these are not the only asteroids in affect for you). take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

☥ taurus (2°, 14°, 26°) and libra (7°, 19°) hatshepsut (2436) feminines are usually not as androgynous as this famous lady - they often are feminine in appearance, but dress mildly as though to hide these feminine qualities (ex: billie eilish is a libra hatshepsut)

☥ hatshepsut (2436) negatively aspecting moon likely struggle with feeling feminine and/or accepting/appreciating their femininity

☥ hatshepsut (2436) negatively aspecting mercury people are often quickly forgotten after their deaths despite them doing great things in their lifetime

☥ hatshepsut (2436) positively aspecting asc people are often known for their androgyny

☥ hatshepsut (2436) retrograde people tend to struggle with breaking trends in the world around them - the glass ceiling, generational cycles/trauma, etc.

☥ aries (1°, 13°, 25°) horus (1924) people are very spiteful, quick to anger, and often seek revenge

☥ cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) horus (1924) people frequently challenge matriarchal beliefs

☥ 5h horus (1924) people often toy with people when getting revenge - they like to drag it out

☥ horus (1924) positively aspecting moon people are quick to adapt to whatever challenges get in their way

☥ horus (1924) positively aspecting mercury people often do a lot of productive shadow work in this lifetime

☥ asc-horus (1924) aspects can be bird like in appearance - usual it is their nose shape - OR it could be in their eyes that they have predatory gaze (some have heterochromia)

☥ aries (1°, 13°, 25°), scorpio (8°, 20°), and capricorn (10°, 22°) isis (42) people have a hard time forgiving those who have wronged them

☥ libra (7°, 19°) isis (42) people are the birds of prey in the waking world - they have the ability to balance the world

☥ 5h / 7h isis (42) people often get into relationships in which they want to fix or heal the person

☥ 7h kleopatra (216) people are bound to have an epic love affair - their long term romantic partners likely tend to be foreign

☥ mercury ruled and/or aspecting kleopatra (216) people are often very strategic

☥ leo (5°, 17°, 29°) nefertiti (3199) people are likely to be labeled icons

☥ 1h, 6h, and 10h nefertiti (3199) people can give off a very mysterious vibe

☥ 5h, 6h, 8h, and/or moon aspecting nefertiti (3199) people are likely to have a lot of children

☥ 8h, scorpio (8°, 20°), uranus, and/or pluto aspecting osiris (1923) people have the ability to start over at any stage of life

☥ neptune-osiris (1923) aspects tend to attract people who would do anything for them

☥ 7h ptah (5011) can indicate your lifetime partner being a CEO of some sort

☥ ptah (5011) aspecting mercury and/or neptune people can be very good fantasy writers (they are great at worldbuilding)

☥ venus-sekhmet (5381) people can be very vengeful

☥ 9h sekhmet (5381) people might struggle with the high school to college transition

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[miela]

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”── Edgar Allen Poe

 ✧ WRITINGS ✧ PLAYLISTS ✧ MOODBOARDS ✧ LIBRARY ✧ GALLERY ✧ GRAPHICS {SOON} ✧

dividers by cafekitsune

✧ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 ✧

✧ reading: crimson rivers, bizzarestars / cadence of part-time poets, motzwolo

✧ audio reading: all the young dudes, mskingbean89

✧ listening to: {message from the clergy} - ghost

✧ watching: bridgerton (season i), the boys (season 4)

✧ writing: shattered memories 

✧ playing: hogwarts legacy (gryffindor run)

✧ researching: greek mythology, goth subculture

✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ✧

my name is miela [mee-EL-Ah] but you can call me mae! ✧ aries, slytherin, infp-t, chaotic neutral, the helper ✧ i’m secretly a fox ✧ i am 28 years old {minors may follow, but dni in dms} ✧ {she/they} genderfae demigirl ✧ sapphic, panromantic, asexual ✧ biracial latina ✧ pagan-align spiritualist ✧ renaissance darling ✧ mythology enthusiast ✧ fantasy and sci-fi lover ✧ theatre kid ✧ bookworm ✧ gamer ✧ poetic artist ✧ musical storyteller ✧ creative writer ✧ graphic designer ✧ oc creator ✧ spider & snake tendencies ✧ tea and coffee connoisseur ✧ caffeine consumer ✧ alt fairy ✧ dark whimsigoth butterfly and elegant romantic goth luna moth ✧ nature lover, but will fight and flight when seeing a bug ✧ gave myself copper hair once and i never went back ✧ fangirl since 1996 ✧ spotify playlist queen ✧ pinterest moodboard goddess ✧ chronic tummy ache, headache and body pain survivor ✧ full bio here 

✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ✧ 

marauders / hogwarts 1970s ✧ spiderman/spiderverse ✧ sailor moon ✧ atiny ✧ swiftie ✧ bvb army ✧ the dragon prince ✧ avatar: the last airbender ✧ shxtou guildie ✧ arcane/league of legends ✧ genshin impact ✧ demon slayer ✧ stranger things ✧ dungeons and dragons ✧ superheroes ✧ alt music ✧ kpop ✧ and many, many more!

✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ✧ 

I listen to all types of music. literally anything and everything from around the world. here are some of the artists and groups i listen to to get an idea ✧ lindsey stirling ✧ ateez ✧ dreamcatcher ✧ one ok rock ✧ rolling quartz ✧ conquer divide ✧ starset ✧ black veil brides ✧ poppy ✧ hatsune miku ✧ paramore ✧ loveless ✧ honey revenge ✧ good kid ✧ conan gray ✧ olivia rodrigo ✧ coldplay ✧ aurora ✧ aidoneus ✧ evanescence ✧ meet me @ the altar ✧ waterparks ✧ ghost ✧ switchblade symphony ✧ banshee ✧ kordhell ✧ panic priest ✧ babychaos ✧ taylor swift ✧ hozier ✧ skott ✧ the oh hellos ✧  kero kero bonito ✧ gorillaz ✧ maneskin ✧ fleetwood mac ✧  billy idol ✧ nova twins ✧ odetari ✧ scarlxrd ✧ scene queen ✧ fka rayne ✧ upsahl ✧ twenty one pilots ✧ bibi ✧ jackson wang ✧ astari nite ✧ modern alibi ✧ muse ✧ pvris and many, many more.

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 ✧

 lily evans {crimson rivers} ✧ regulus black {crimson rivers} ✧ pandora lestrange-rosier {marauders} ✧ robin buckley {stranger things} ✧ eddie munson {stranger things} ✧ gorou {genshin impact} ✧ venti {genshin impact} ✧ denki {chainsaw man}  ✧ usagi {sailor moon} ✧ minako {sailor moon} ✧ claudia {the dragon prince} ✧ zenitsu {demon slayer} ✧ eloise bridgerton {bridgerton} ✧ lexi howard {euphoria} ✧ {more to come}

✧ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ✧

{more will be added as time goes on}

✧ asks {all those who wonder}: ask mae ✧ mutuals {fellow garden dwellers}: moots ✧ music {what birds whisper}: mae’s playlist ✧ writing {ink-stained dagger}: mae writes ✧ artworks {color-stained wands}: mae draws ✧ moodboards {petals of a flower}: mae’s pov ✧ original characters {born from the storm cauldron}: mae’s ocs ✧ thoughts {brain flutters}: mae speaks, mae thinks, mae yaps

[ariclassof09]

So Jecka has a blog, now.

Cool, now Nicole and Jecka can mindlessly shit on me. If I became a vampire I'd make them all pay. I'd drain them of their liquid vitae and choke them in consuming darkness. My dance would be the frantic waltz of total oblivion, and I would burn rotten cold trails across this wretched world. They'd look up to me, begging, crying, screaming, and I'd look down at them and finish—

Well, uh, weird. I went somewhere pretty strange with that, but at least I used some really cool words. So I'm keeping that.

Here she is?

@jeckafromco09

Don't tell her I said that stuff about destroying everyone with vampire magic.

OOC: I'm extremely excited to see a friend of mine join this little community, and I strongly encourage all of you to check out his take on Jecka. He's a very talented writer, and I'm certain it's going to blow us all away.

[thewomanwhoboughttheworld]

Last night, I was talking with one of my favourite people and I think I've figured some of Good Omens characters's zodiac signs.

Jim, short for James, short for Gabriel: I think he's a Libra, because Libras tend to maintain balance (that's basically his job, to keep balance in Heaven), he's detached while dealing with situations and has a great sense of aesthetic. But I think he's a Scorpio rising, which means he's also a little bit mysterious and tends to hide his emotions.

Lord Beelzebub: definitely a Scorpio. They're rebellious, passionate, revengeful. They're not one to mess with as they can be fairly aggressive. And they're definitely a Libra rising, since they still need to avoid conflicts and keep a certain balance in Hell. Plus they mirror Jimbriel and I just love that for them.

Michael: that's a tough one, but I think Michael's a Virgo. They're perfectionists, they want everything done in the way they decide and they're so, so cunning. I think Michael is possibily a Leo rising, as they want to be in charge, they're proud and have a strong self esteem.

Uriel: Uriel's a tough nut to crack, I'd say. I like them as a Cancer, as every Cancer I've known is usually calm and poised, fully trusting in the righteousness of the situation surrounding them. But I think they might be a Capricorn rising, as they tend to be cold towards the other people and have an excellent self control.

Maggie: I think she's a Pisces. She tends to think about the others first, she's very sweet and sensitive. She loves love, romance and everything sweet and is just a general sweetheart. (It helps that my friend is a Pisces too and she checks some of these boxes). I don't know what her rising could be, though.

Nina: I like her as an Aquarius. She wants her freedom, she doesn't want to be restrained and is very independent. She's different from the others and doesn't matter, she doesn't care what other people think of her as long as she's true to herself. Same as Maggie, I don't know what her rising could be.

Aziraphale: my sweet boy's a Pisces. He's very similar to Maggie in some aspects, sometimes he forgets about himself just so that the other can be safe. He's a dreamer, he gets lost in romance (as we see in S2), he's clever but sometimes his tendency to live in a nice fantasy takes over. He's a good natured person who's always tested by negative situations. But he's also a Taurus rising, meaning he loves material pleasures, mainly good food and good music, he's patient, faithful, loyal.

Crowley: my precious baby is a mess, that means he cannot be anything other than a fire sign. I like to see him as a Sagittarius, as he's so joyful before the Fall, he gets excited for everything that's laid in front of his eyes. Even after the Fall he's an optimist, he believes that everything will turn out fine in the end but is constantly faced with the brutality of reality. He's ironic and he often turns to irony to hide his discomfort. He's a rebel, an independent soul who will turn to loneliness as he can't find anyone who goes at his own speed. But baby's also an Aries rising, he snaps, gets easily angry and an overall impulsive person.

I don't know about the other characters, I should dig deeper, and I don't know if it makes sense but oh well. I like how it turned out, I think these signs represent them quite well.

Master post: here

[araavib]

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

✸𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: urban fantasy, new adult, supernatural.

✸𝐩𝐨𝐯: Winslow—first person.

✸𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬&𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: death; change of power; facing darkness; family; moraly grey characters; identity crisis; supernatural; inner versus outer strength; loss of innocence; manipulation; power & corruption; devotion; lgbtq+; tragedy; dark academia; forbidden magic; unstable power; tragic past; temptation of darkness; secret society; magical school; revenge quest; demonic companion; power at a price; hidden truth.

✸𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: death; violence; dark themes; graphic descriptions; loss of loved ones; revenge; manipulation; unstable mental state; demonic influence; occult themes; self-destructive behavior; morally gray protagonist; disturbing visions; psychological horror; emotional trauma; betrayal.

✸𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: writing.

⟢𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In The Ivy Academy, young witch Winslow joins one of the three prestigious witch academies, only to witness the mysterious death of a girl on her very first night. What follows is a downward spiral as her abilities grow dangerously unstable, and her mind is plagued by disturbing visions and haunting voices. With the discovery of the dark truth behind her parents' death, Winslow is consumed by a need for revenge. As her demon familiar, Aries, nudges her deeper into chaos, the witching world is about to face an upheaval like never before.

𖣠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠:

[Deepdive]

𖤘tags(ask to be added):—

[suzy-queued]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @deedala. This looks like a fun one ...

Name: Deena

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: 5 and E/INTJ

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Twizzlers

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? "Shut up and Drive" by Rhianna

What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? Sign me up to hang out in The Dreaming from Sandman.

And what about a fantasy movie? The bath house from Spirited Away.

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? I'd kinda like to hang out with the folks in The 100, just to see how long I'd last.

And a scifi movie universe? The junkyard from The Iron Giant. I want to make sculptures with Dean all day.

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? I'd like to hang out on the pirate ship Revenge from OFMD just to watch all the shenanigans.

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? Let's spend our days combing through old books at Mickey's book shop in Book-U-Up by @notherenewjersey

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? If I stop by the Star Wars universe, can I be one with the Force? I'd love to know what that feels like.

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? In a tiny cottage in the woods with @creepkinginc

Tagging ... @sweetbee78 @sweetperversiongirl @francesrose3 @tsuga-of-mars @energievie @look-i-love-u @mikhailoisbaby

[heroesofprovidenceeternal]

How are you using the talents you've been given? 🔑

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[sailoryooons]

Obsidian | Preface | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge.

☾ Word Count: 1,020

☾ Genre: Urban fantasy, criminal/syndicate, strangers to lovers, angst, eventual smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Graphic depiction of death and body dismemberment, a lot of blood, Yoongi is brutally wounded/gutted, near-death experience, traumatic loss of parents, mention of suicide (not actual, but metaphorical), this is pretty blood and gory but not gratuitous? Death of a koi fish rip Agust the I. 

☾ Published: April 22, 2023

☾ A/N: Don’t ask me to explain myself. I have no idea what I’m doing and my Aries moon is in full control of me and working me like a robot. This is a series or something I don’t know. I have no plans and no thoughts, just brain rot. Inspired by Jade City by Fonda Lee, the movie Colombiana, the movie Scarface and by my fuck it we ball attitude about writing what I want when I think of it. Also please note that the order of first and last names will be done in Western fashion in this, as this story does not exist anywhere real-world-adjacent and thus, will be first name > last name.❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi remembers the day he died. It was self-inflicted, a kind of suicide. 

It goes like this. 

Red stains on the tile, red stains on the carpet. His mother’s face, but not quite right. Missing the left side of her head, weeping crimson. Abstract. No jewels in sight, not even the throbbing onyx she constantly wears - constantly wore - her last line of defense. Her empty neck is more horrifying than the gaping wound in her head. It feels like Yoongi is seeing her naked. 

Faintly, he hears voices. He’s too distracted, too caught up in the tang of blood as he steps over his unjeweled mother into the kitchen. High-pitched ringing in his ears, a violent headache. 

Here is where the art is. Scarlet walls, a modern rendition of death. Upturned furniture, splintered. Bodies with faces he doesn’t know. Bodies with faces he does. Suri’s empty eyes stare up at the ceiling. Her garnet earrings are gone, ears ripped and bloody. Taken against her will and fast. 

At the center of it all is his father, head missing. 

No that’s not right. His head is a few feet over and staring blankly at the ceiling. Lights out, no one home. Yoongi doesn’t look at his father’s head- can’t or won’t, it doesn’t make a difference. Yoongi’s eyes go to his father's hands, looking for the jewels, expecting to see obsidian and onyx. There are no rings there, and the little sockets drilled into his father’s knuckles by Dr. Lowery are empty. Scarred-pink and lonely. 

Yoongi never hears the man behind him. Doesn’t see it coming until he’s slammed from behind, a wall of radiant energy knocking him forward into his father. Yoongi screams - can’t help it. He rears back, pushing off of his father, but his hands slip and he’s shoving against a neck with no head. Sliding against the red-wet tile.

His stomach roils but there’s little time to think as he rolls to the slide, blood-slick and terrified. Yoongi is a little bit dazed as he blinks up at a familiar face leaning over him. He’s so shocked to see Yujun Kim leaning over him that at first, he doesn’t feel the knife carving out his stomach. 

“I’m sorry,” Yujun says. 

Yoongi thinks Yujun means about his parents, maybe. But then white hot pain blooms in his stomach and Yoongi screams, looking down to see the knife pulling down, opening him up. He screams and screams, but doesn’t hear what Yujun says as he pulls the onyx rings from Yoongi’s fingers and earrings from Yoongi’s ears. Yujun does this gently, as though he’s afraid to hurt Yoongi while his stomach is butterflied.  

Nothing has hurt like this. Yoongi remembers when he was hit by a motorcar last year and shattered his shoulder, but it is nothing to the all-consuming pain of being cut open. Gutted like the fish that his father likes to eat on the weekends. Torn like his mother ripping open letters from her old school friends. 

Yoongi thinks he cries out for his mom. At least he forms the words, tries to beg for her help. His dad is too dead to yell at him for being a mommy’s boy, so Yoongi screams for her. Wants her to wake up and crawl over to him and hold him together. 

He’s just a child, after all. And he’s afraid of dying. 

Unfortunately, Yoongi doesn’t die.

He doesn’t remember Yujun leaving him there, bleeding out and toeing the veil, ready to join his parents on the other side. Yoongi thinks he sees them, thinks he hears them calling to him. But there’s a stronger call, a vibration that pulls at him. That begins to itch. A frequency he can’t let go of. 

Yoongi feels it more than he sees it and he starts slipping across the floor to where a single ring has rolled under the fridge. Yujun wouldn’t have noticed - couldn’t have noticed. Yujun radiates at onyx, never obsidian. 

But now the obsidian calls to Yoongi and he slides toward it, hand pressed to his stomach, trying to keep his insides in. His hands are wet and sticky and he gags, feeling something slippery when he presses too hard on the wound. 

The obsidian ring pulses, an invisible force under the fridge. Yoongi slides his hand under, gritting his teeth at the tight fit as he reach reach reaches. Just a little to the left. Almost. Almost. His fingers make contact with the ring and energy explodes through him. 

A wave of high-frequency waves rushes through him. Yoongi lets out a guttural sound, somewhere between a yell and a gurgle as he lies on the floor, thinking it might be too late. But as the power surges through him, vibrating at a higher frequency than Yoongi has ever known, he realizes that he’s inherited this from his father. The ring and the power to radiate at both onyx and obsidian. 

There on the kitchen floor, Yoongi radiates at obsidian for the first time. Feels his body stitch itself back together, itchy and hot and bothersome. When he’s done, he lays on the floor, sobbing up at the ceiling and trembling, adrenaline and radiate-sick. 

Hours or minutes pass, he isn’t sure. But when Yoongi Min gets up and sees his home, painted with the blood of the people he loves, he decides to kill the kid that is Yoongi Min. 

He leaves the soft boy who loves eating tangerines in the kitchen with Suri. Leaves behind the gentle plucking of the guitar strings late at night when the wind is not yet Autumn. Forgets about the way he loves to feed the koi in the backyard with his mother. 

Yoongi Min is too soft to do what this boy, alone and bloodied needs to do. He knows that. His mother always calls - called - him her gentle boy, her dumpling. Her little sly cat of a son.

So Yoongi dies. And Agust emerges from the house, carrying only the name of his favorite fish that floats belly up in the koi pond, water still green with poison. 

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5 Things You’ll Find in (Most Of) My WIPs

tagged by @niennawept! Thank you! It was so fun to read yours & this is such an unique prompt! I am very bad at talking about my own work so this is good practice for me lol.

I write across a very vast expanse of genres so this was difficult to narrow down but here we go: 

1) Explorations of Trauma and Healing: I think in this way I am looking for myself, but if there is one through-line that permeates every last square inch of my work, whether it’s a short story set in cyberpunk futuristic Egypt about a veteran exacting revenge, a retelling of the myth of Medusa in a Steampunk universe, a historical novel about Nine Years’ War in 1603 Ireland, a socio-political behemoth of a sci-fi/fantasy series, a borderline chic-lit romance novel, a gothic romance in the highlands of Scotland, a thriller set in Victorian London, or just my Tolkien fanfic...I’m nearly always exploring various types of trauma, how it affects our lives (especially when left ignored to fester), and how we heal from it. I’m very interested in untangling the mess trauma and trauma-informed attachment styles create in our lives, and very interested in writing stories in which characters heal. 

2) Light Wins, Always: I do love me a good tragedy sometimes, but I have simply found throughout my own life that, in the words of Samwise Gamgee: there is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for. Even if it’s in the smallest measure...if there is still good and light left, then darkness hasn’t won -- and for me that is a very encouraging thought. I am never very interested in stories in which evil wins. For me, if evil has won then I’m not done writing. Even if outwardly everything is lost it’s my job to find the place where the mushrooms are eating through the corpses & bringing new life. Evil is boring. I think that’s why, while I do love Ari Aster’s filmmaking, I personally think Doctor Sleep is ultimately a much better story (and film) than, say, Hereditary or Midsommar which I find to be, idk, a cheap thrill but ultimately uninteresting (apologies if anyone loves those!). Evil winning is the obvious route. Especially when it has the upper hand. Give me the story about the underdog and give me the un-obvious triumphs. The little wins. Even when it looks like absolutely everything everywhere has gone wrong...show me the light. Show me the crocuses pushing through the dirt after a hard winter. The two little hobbits who beat all the odds to carry the Ring to Mt. Doom. <3 But also, these things aren’t easy. Show me the cost. The time. The tears. I think that’s why I love Tolkien so much. Good endings aren’t perfect endings. They aren’t simple endings. I like that about them.

3) Eldritch Horror, or something: I think this one really speaks for itself. I love finding ways to sneak in the eldritch, the weird, the incomprehensible. It’s just a flavor, like a specific spice that I just eat up in stories even in the smallest amount. Even if it’s just in the description of an old building! Or, you know, down to the way magic is described & utilized. It’s so juicy. 

4) Coming of Age: I suppose this goes hand-in-hand with #1, but this is what I like to call this theme for lack of a better term, even though so many of the characters I write who are “coming of age” aren’t children or teenagers, but really much, much older people who have perhaps been stifled for the vast majority of their lives and then are, all at once through the course of a novel, are pushed into actually finding out who they are, what they’re made of, what they want, and who they’re going to be in the future. An altering of the status-quo, I guess -- and usually a great deal of standing up to one’s abusers and learning to be your own person. I love those kinds of stories, especially when it involves older people and especially when it involves older women. 

5) This Very Obviously Got Out of Hand: it’s not that I’m not an obsessive planner. Really, I am. Especially when it comes to my personal WIPs. But if you’ve read pretty much any of my longfics you’re very aware of the fact that these things have a tendency to get away from me -- whether that’s in characters who wouldn’t leave me alone (Fram, for one. In an ancient tradition stemming back to the MC of my first novel, who pretty much did the same thing), plots that got way too big for their britches with moving parts & worldbuilding (Boundless...Sky...), or stories that were supposed to be much shorter but ended up growing exponentially simply because I either couldn’t leave it alone or because the character development needed way more time to feel natural (Partake...) -- yeah. I keep doing this and it’s frankly so ridiculous but so, so fun to be simply accosted by a story that gets me in a chokehold. Thrilling tbh.

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Day 19

Goosebumps

Year Released: 2015

Run Time: 1hr 43m

Director: Rob Letterman

Rating: PG

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy

Goosebumps 2: Slappy's Reveng (Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween)

Year Released: 2018

Run Time: 1hr 30m

Director: Ari Sandel

Rating: PG

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy

Halloween Horror Tales

Year Released: 2018

Run Time: 1hr 17m

Director: Jeff Kirkendall

Genres: Horror, Thriller