#celestialshifter

[globalbusinessastrology]

Attention Aries, the cosmos is aligning in your favor!

Brace yourself for a monumental shift as Mars, the fiery warrior planet, charges into your sign on June 1, 2024, at 15:27 hrs.

This celestial event marks the beginning of a new chapter, infusing your life with an intense surge of energy and vitality.

As Mars returns to its ruling sign, it brings with it an unstoppable force of ambition, drive, and dynamic action.

This potent transit not only ignites the flames of passion within you but also forms the formidable Ruchaka Yoga, amplifying Mars' strength and influence to unprecedented levels.

It's a time for you to stand at the forefront, ready to blaze a trail of success like never before.

Harness the fierce energy of this cosmic alignment to fuel your passions, overcome obstacles, and propel yourself toward victory in every endeavor.

Let the boundless energy of this transit fuel your dreams and propel you toward success with unwavering determination!

Are you ready to seize the opportunities that await?

[dreamyshifts]

ty for tagging me :D here's a childhood scenario from my Marauders' Reality <3 If you're curious about the family members mentioned, just head to my navigation pinned post :3. i write most of my experiences and memories in third pov limited/narrator bc i also visualize like that so it helps me feel better connected

but "lorelei" is me lol this takes place in a biweekly family luncheon.

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Lorelei jolts out of her doze to the sound of familiar laughter. She blinks the sleep out of her eyes as she lifts her head to see her twin cousins, Coventina and Calypso, grinning at her across the table. Aside from their giggling, the rest of the library is quiet. There’s an imprint of the book she had been reading on her cheek, and she smudges it away with a soft yawn.

“Don’t you look adorable~?” teases Coventina, her silver-green eyes — from her father, a true and tried Nettle— twinkling from mirth. “So cozy~, too.”

“It’s making me want to take a nap as well,” adds Calypso, though he kindly offers a handkerchief to Lorelei, who accepts it with a smile. Instead of the silver-green of Nettle, he has the deep blue depths of Hartridge.

“We could all do with a nap,” announces another one of her cousins — Venus, with Cousin Neptune trotting after her, ever vigilant of his siblings, that one. Something his father — Grand Cousin Augustus Hartridge, the Marquis of the Blood Reefs — never fails to award him for much to Grand Cousin Lacerta's, his wife and the Marchioness’, once a Lady of the Black duchy, amusement. “Budge over, luv.”

Lorelei obliges, scooting over on the cushioned bench for Venus to sit, but raises an eyebrow at the language, nevertheless, knowing many in their family and countless tutors would be aghast — including Venus’ own parents, who were both strict advocates for the Camelot Pamphlet an ancestor of House Hartridge created — never mind that they were in the comfort and safety of the Main Library at their Avalon estate.

Coventina is never one to stay quiet, though. Especially not when she witnesses any breach of propriety. It has caused many of their elder relatives to tease and make comments about her growing into a resplendent witch. “Venus — that language is not proper at all for an Oligarchy maiden!”

Venus only rolls her eyes, mirth glittering in her expression. “It’s only family here, Coven — but I apologize for my slight in manners.”

Coventina sniffs. “Thank you, dear cousin.”

After another moment of them staring at one another, they burst into giggles and laughter. Of course, etiquette must be followed properly, especially as they were members of such an esteemed and Olde House — but right now, in the ancestral castle of Riverfoot Citadel, where their ancestors poured their blood, magic, and love into the wards and charms and decor over thousands of years — they were simply beloved children, safe to err and play and be.

Her other cousins settle down and soon the library is a flurry of noise — children’s laughter and teasing, despite the typical silence a library requires. She spies a few of her ancestors portraits keeping a close eye on them, smiling to themselves at their antics. Adults in the Most Olde House of Hartridge always had the softest spots for children.

Lorelei isn’t certain how much time has passed, but soon the library doors open to allow her godbrother — the newly blood-adopted wizard, Sebastian Hartridge (less said about his previous name, the better — Lorelei despises the way his emotions become a deep impasse of pain and grief when he thinks of that accursed place—) — enters with Regina, his younger sister, and her godsister as well, who is holding a disgruntled kneazle (Mittens, as little Regina had named it at three years old and promptly refused any other suggestions) in her arms.

“I was curious where you all had gone,” says Sebastian once the ring of greetings finishes.

“’Bastian was lonely,” echoes Regina, an innocent, though conspiratory, gleam in her eyes. She only smiles at her brothers’ sharp-eyed look in response.

Although Sebastian has taken to the etiquette lessons as a Syren takes to water, there is still a light flush to his cheeks. Lorelei resists the urge to coo or tease.

“Well, take a seat, then,” says Venus, ever cheerful, patting the empty seat beside her. “I’ve been wanting to chat with you about that potions text.”

Sebastian’s eyes and expression lit up. That was something the family had figured out very quickly; Sebastian was a prodigy when it came to potions and ancient rune knowledge. Even at such a young age, he knew quite a bit.

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[sylvansoldier-a]

“ come, sit in my lap and tell me whose blood i should spill tonight.” 

memes for that specific brand of ships :  DARKER

Tess did as she was told, pulling her shirt over her head with a wince she couldn't suppress despite her best efforts.

"Look, if blood is what you want, I have it in abundance." She tossed her stained, shredded shirt to hang off the arm of a chair before gingerly sitting down in front of Fenix. It was a struggle to keep all the skin on her back perfectly still, and with each muscle twitch, she could feel the lacerations ache.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth, hastily noting, "It was my fault, Fen. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I let my guard dow-aaaAUGH." Her hands went white-knuckled as she fought to keep from driving her own fingernails into her legs, and her shoulders shot forward, hunched up to her ears.

"St-Start with witch hazel, okay? It's irritated."

[cosmosfated]

Don't move- she's stopped her little brother, and now she's balancing something fluffy on his head.

Haah? His eyes look upwards towards the thing placed on his head, but he stiffens up so it doesn't fall. Help? Send help. "sysa, what is this?"

[pocketfullofvoices]

celestialshifter​ said: “Clearly, you don’t need my assistance. All good. Go ahead.”

The young warrior rolls his eyes at his friend. Fishing was as simple as taking down a Bokoblin. He didn’t need help. Instead Link remains silent, turning his back away from the woman, casting out his fishing pole and watches the lure bob up and down. 

Silence. 

The lake is still and the noise of crickets is the only sound heard in the distance. Link trains himself to sit and wait for the perfect nibble to strike and with a pull he would catch a whopper. He had did it before and he would achieve it again.

More silence.

Suddenly-

Link grins as he feels the pole bend, ripples in the lake going over the top, and with a quick pull he is ready to bring in the fish for tonight's dinner when there is a loud SNAP! and the hero of the land stares in defeat as his line is dangling, the fish swimming off into the darkness of the lake.

“.................?”

Link inhales, frowning, and reels up the line and stands up from his sitting spot. Walking over, he sulks at the woman who witnessed the entire ordeal, hands coming up to sign, ‘Don’t say a word.’ 

[shiningsilverarmor]

celestialshifter asked: Gonna lay herself over friend's back. Needy reptile, cat.. lady.

His back, feeling the sudden weight resting on it, and the rest of his body were gonna go down... and down till his smiling face met with floor. 

Now defeated star, fashionable... man. 

“H-heeh- B---been a long time, dear. Guessing it’s getting colder outside ~?” 

[crownofwhispers]

Just gonna stick a small sticker on his forehead.

...Noodle.exe has stopped working. Please restart

[shatteredoaths]

THIS JUST IN, PHO IS A FILTHY FURRY

[shadowtongued]

Stars we've been mutuals for awhile but it's hard to articulate just how astounding your presence and written art is. You are so pleasant and sweet, inspiring and kind. I always fear I'm overwhelming people and I'm lucky to know such patient friends like you. I hope things keep getting better and better for you love~ ♡

2020 is almost done and over with! 

wehhhhhh thank you so much nyx ; u; i enjoy seeing you on the dash and the feeling is mutual. i have trouble making friends due to immense shyness and fear of being too energetic. you are not alone there. i can promise you, you’ll never be too much for me and i will always hope things are on the up and up for you too!

[gun-maker]

🎁 -🚪

How Does Your Muse React When... | Accepting

🎁- They are given a gift they like?

That mostly depends on whether the giver is someone Vin would expect to be giving her something at all in the first place. A stranger or an acquaintance? Instant suspicion. Whatever they’re giving her is totally a trap. Or a bribe. Or that person is a stalker who knows way more about her than they really should. Whatever the case, she stands to lose something by accepting it.

From someone she actually knows or cares about? She’s not the best at expressing gratitude, but she’ll give them a grudging thanks to their face, then turn around and freak out about the gift in secret because she’s totally touched by the gesture. But being the defensive person she is, she’s not about to give anyone the idea that there are any gaps in her armor.

🚪- They hear someone knock on their door?

Vin’s almost constantly busy and hates disturbances. Getting a knock at her door is tantamount to spitting in her eye, and anyone who’s acquainted well enough with her knows not to disturb her. Anyone who does knock on her door better be prepared to be properly chewed out before having it slammed in their face, with very few exceptions.

[crossroadsfossil]

10 sentence ficlet

@celestialshifter

Michelle looked at the gaping void, feeling the weight of what they were about to do settle around her shoulders like a cape. She reached out, fingers brushing against fabric before finding the calloused fingers of her companion, her friend, her... whatever Dahana was. 

“Are you ready?” She asked, not looking at the other woman for fear of finding too much truth within the lines and curves of her face. “It’s not too late to back out.” 

Dahana simply made that odd sound she made when she was laughing, but not really laughing- it was a huff of noise and a twist of her brows and a quirk to her lips and an entire shift to her stance- one that simply said ‘no chance in hell.’ Fingers tightened against Michelle’s, and she could feel a thumb brush over her knuckles in a manner as soothing as one could get when at the head of a crowd. 

“It’s dark in there.” Michelle said, and this time, Dahana did laugh. 

“That’s never stopped me before.” She said, and with a gentle tug, led Michelle into the black hole. 

[khresme]

@celestialshifter​ -- ;

“Oh, hello again.”

[theheartstreasure]

Can a fluffy Pho offer cuddles?

All the cuddles for Pho! She’s going to enjoy it deeply. “Oh! Look what I learned!” The girl manages to change her ears to that of a cat’s.

[sylvansoldier-a]

「 a dark and stormy starter call ↢ 」

The package was heavy across her back and shoulders, difficult to balance properly beneath her thick wool cloak. Tess wasn’t used to strapping deliveries across her back—the most she usually carried was a quiver of arrows or a rucksack for an overnight trip. She was only lucky that her cloak had been so well treated to resist the rain; without it, she would have been soaked through by the afternoon’s deluge.

A roll of thunder drew her gaze upward to the darkening sky. She was going to be out in the dark at this rate. Dusk came earlier with each passing day as the forest made its unyielding descent into winter. She could feel the cold seeping in past her armor, seeking out the places where her layers weren’t thick enough. An assignment from the court had taken her far afield into unfamiliar country, and there was a possibility she had trekked into the territory of an Unseelie court—one of the last places she’d want to be alone at night. The truces held, but if a body were to disappear, who could really say what happened?

With renewed purpose, she shifted the cumbersome parcel once more and hurried on.

In time, she began to recognize the landmarks of her destination—a tall rocky outcropping at the mouth of a long dried ravine, dotted with dark pine trees. Hidden between the rocks was a dark wooden door, impressively large and imposing as the daylight began to fade.

She knocked hard. “Hello? I have a package for you.”

@celestialshifter

[cosmosfated]

The Depths: The Debt to be Paid

He hates wandering the Depths by himself; it always leads to something going miserably wrong or to him getting hurt by something, which usually leads to the first option! He just wants to get to his grave so he can find a way out of here, like he always does, so he can go Home─

Home.

Where is Home..? Is it back in that timeline that has forsaken him, time and time again? Is it back in that house that feels cold, and empty, and lost to him? Is it back in that timeline that feels like chaos incarnate despite how everyone ‘accepts’ and ‘loves’ and ‘cherishes’ his presence? Is it back in that house that wants to hold him, keep him, shelter him away from the world and make sure he never leaves its sight? What is Home, truly? Where would he even go back to....?

Should he just go back to his own timeline?

Anger bubbles up inside his chest and he tilts back his head to let out a roar to befit a dragon──   and so a true    Dragon    ROARS throughout the Depths. Three others answer back in a matter of seconds from a long distance away. He hates this! He just wants to find his grave! Where is it! WHERE IS IT?! 

He’s been wandering for what feels like weeks, but it’s probably been a decade up on the surface, and he’s been all but forgotten about. He wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been over a century by this point. He just wants to go back home. Wherever that may be. Please. Let him sleep. Let him rest. 

His eyes close as he continues wandering. Wandering. More wandering.

Then there’s a sound behind him that he can’t decipher.

His eyes open and he turns. 

Wait, is that...?

“papa?” Confusion, apprehension, worry, relief; so many things flood his senses. “is that you?”

The weary but definitively happy skeleton lich smiles. [Fleur.]

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t rush forward to hug the lich before him. Not in a place like this. He can’t trust his eyes and ears. Not even when everything sounds, looks, even tastes the same. They can replicate everything...

[Are you stuck down here?] Curiosity flickers in his good eye. [Do you need to do something before you can leave?]

“aye.” He nods. “i need to see my grave, and the name upon it. i don’t know why though. my keeper insisted when we made the deal. i don’t remember where it is though.”

[Not a problem. I’ll take you there.] Lost starts walking, gesturing for his son to keep pace. [Why don’t we talk on the way there? Also, hello again to your dragon companion; it’s been some time.]

They spend some time walking and chatting, making a deal and chatting about sentiments and being about sentimental value over what they love and what they cherish most. Of course, Fleur has to become angsty but who doesn’t, when you’re stuck down here for so long that your whole body aches?

Eventually they come upon a tombstone with the writing of a new name upon it and new etchings of an epitaph that doesn’t make any sense to the young magic eater. But he stares, and nods, and stands back up after crouching for so long that his knees hurt and he threatens to fall into the yawning grave. “i think i’m done─!!”

A small light in his chest glows a dim grey, then he watches it shatter and fall to the ground. He feels the sudden weight of nonexistence on his chest and shoulders as if it were suddenly new to him and he almost chokes on it. A wheeze, then a gag, and he takes a beat to compose himself. His eyes find Lost’s and he smiles weakly. “y-y-yeah, i think i’m good now.”

[... well, I have a spell that can get you out.]

Fleur’s eyes widen. “r-really? what is it?”

[It... doesn’t matter. But we’ll have to act fast.]

Suddenly, Fleur feels the warm presence of his elder sister around his shoulders and against his back. Lifting him, carrying him up, almost wanting to pick him up off of his feet. It almost makes him want to cry, but he keeps his composure long enough to do the ritual where he’s standing.

“hey, papa?”

[Yes?] He looks up from what he’s doing for a split second. 

“forever and always. i’ll come back for you. you have my word.”

[... Forever and always.]

And he’s whisked away towards a broken Grey Door, running, running, until his breath kicks in his lungs and he grabs a hold of the door handle and throws it open with some effort─ like entering a wind tunnel. 

He collapses onto the ground in a heap, breathing heavily and feeling the aches in his bones. Almost immediately, the sirens go off in the facility around him and he winces, gritting his teeth.

This is going to suck.

[pocketfullofvoices]

celestialshifter​ said: "Hang on, I've got you." // Link or surprise me!

The throbbing in Link’s chest was incredibly painful. The sirens of ache going off in his head like a heartbeat, thumping over and over again, the young man staggering in the other’s support. The Bokoblin were never merciful in their attacks and without any potions on hand, Link had put himself in a high stakes battle to keep his companion safe. 

Nonchalantly, Link gives the woman a wave of his hand, trying to sign to her that ‘everything would be alright’ and all he needed was a place to recover. Link had suffered pain far greater than this and he knew he was going to live another day. His thoughts run to how they could get to a place faster, Epona his powerful stallion was nowhere nearby. The warrior blinks, trying to see if there was any blade of special grass he could use to call upon his steed...