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[creganslover]

My Queen

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN! Targaryen Dragonseed! Bastard! Reader

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Throwing your life away to travel to Dragonstone was not your initial idea, nor was claiming a dragon... and getting to bond with the Queen herself.

Word count: 3.0k

Warning/s: canon-divergence, foul language, graphic descriptions of death, lmk if i missed anything!

Note: first time writing for rhaenyra! i apologize if she might be ooc, but i really enjoyed writing this and had gotten taken away i think- anw, likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated! <3

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

Falling into the dragon’s pit was not necessarily your idea.

Nor traveling to Dragonstone for that matter.

You were but one of the many common folk in King’s Landing, instead of sporting the signature platinum hair of the Targaryens, you sported their rare purple eyes instead, your hair was anything but platinum, but you weren’t royal, you were a bastard, often lingering gazes would be on you as you passed down the streets minding your own business.

Targaryen bastards weren’t uncommon, no, but you would all get the same looks of pity and shame even if they do not voice it out loud. 

Though you wouldn’t trade it for anything as your father had raised you, saying that your mother was a wonderful woman that gave you to him, however they did not get the ending of getting to be together till death.

Two and a half decades had passed as your father had fallen ill and shortly succumbed to it due to lack of treatment in which you desperately tried to work for.

And when the time came when you’ve heard rumors spreading through the streets of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen, wishing to call upon anyone who had a form of Targaryen lineage to come to Dragonstone, especially those who were not afraid of death, those who would join were required to travel in two nights time.

It made you curious, the eldest daughter of Viserys calling upon Targaryen bastards and to be not afraid of death? You could almost chuckle as you traded your craft to a vendor on the street, until you heard she was finding those courageous enough to claim a dragon.

A fucking dragon. 

Something in the back of your mind nagged at you to throw all caution to the wind and try your luck in the game of roulette, to either die consumed by flames, or fight for the side of the Blacks with a dragon of your own. 

It was tempting. But last night as you peeked out your window to see people leaving their houses, of all ages, some also harboring silver hair, some not. Glancing to the knapsack you had perched upon the wall, filled with necessities you had prepared if you ever grew tired of King’s Landing, you bit the inside of your cheek. 

The footsteps began to fade out before you cursed and slung the bag over your shoulder, putting out your fires and candles before you glanced one last time at your house, hesitating.

Your father would have always wanted greater things for you, right? Though you’re not sure if those greater things involved risking your life for a dragon of all things. 

Slamming the door and clicking your locks shut, you quickly joined the throng of people, easily blending in as you reached past an exit out of King’s Landing, watching as you walked down the hill, the dawn barely breaking. A smart move leaving in the night without many eyes to bear witness. 

Getting in the boat taking you to the ship, you gave a last glance towards King’s Landing, your home. Your brows knitted before you let out a breath, glancing towards the people on the ship with you, some looking uncertain, some determined, some talking and possibly sharing the bizarre notion of it all. 

You sat alone by the front of the ship, arms resting on your knees as you sighed, shaking your head and possibly getting some sleep before you had arrived at your destination. 

Being shaken awake, you quickly complied, standing up and being a little disoriented from the trip, before your eyes had adjusted and there, you saw the intimidating Dragonstone Island. The castle sits on top of the hill, a mountain of smoke behind it, adding to its allure. 

The sun was up in the sky now, as you reached the shore, one by one getting out as your boots hit the white sand, moving forward as you all climbed up the steps towards the castle. Nearing it, you spot a figure up on the balcony, donned in red robes, platinum hair styled to a braid cascading down on one shoulder. 

Your eyes met, it was Rhaenyra Targaryen, assessing the strangers she was letting into her domain. You did not think about it much, truly you were the ones surprised she had even let you come this far. 

From then you were all inside, many knights standing guard as you were all led into a dimly lit room, and the faint deep growling rattling the walls could only mean one thing…

You were growing anxious, now backtracking your decision as you glanced at everyone in the room around you, they have surely heard it as well. 

The sound of approaching sets of footsteps pulled you from your dreaming, and there she was again, her Queensgard behind her walking down the stairs as you watched the scene unfold, another group coming from the other hall, dressed in long robes tied with red, some holding onto staff. You’ll soon catch whispers that it was the dragonkeepers. 

Your brows furrowed as the Queen herself and one from the dragonkeepers had conversed in High Valyrian, and by the tone of it, it looked like it was at a disagreement as the man gestured to all of you waiting in the room.  

After Rhaenyra had given her speech, most of the time her eyes always seemed to find yours as you stood at the back, and everytime it happened, there seemed to be a kindling energy within you. Perhaps it was just being in the close presence of royalty. 

“The dragon… named Vermithor, is the largest in the world after Vhagar, and… perhaps the most fierce,” Rhaenyra started. “He’s called the Bronze Fury.” Another deep grumbling in the distance could be heard. “We’ll go to him now.” 

As she started walking, she halts, turning to face all of you again. “May the gods bless you.” 

Following suit out into the hall and onto where a platform lay towards the deep cavern. The dragonpit, you all come close as Rhaenyra started to speak in High Valyrian, speaking of Vermithor. 

There was silence, until heavy footsteps grained the tunnel, your stance tensing as you never knew what awaited your faith. 

The deep roaring answered that. From the shadows came Vermithor, as large as she had depicted, its body partially hidden within the dark as it came to view, face scaled and horns as big shaping its head. Vermithor screeches as Rhaenyra commands the imposing creature, soon calming as she holds out her hand to palm against its snout. 

“Who among you would be first?” She asked, voice echoing in the dark tunnel. 

From then on, it was chaos. Vermithor flamed the first person to have gone up against him, before screams erupted, your senses jumping to overdrive as the thought of survival was paramount. This is what Rhaenyra had meant.

You dodged as the flames rained, Vermithor’s roars ringing in your ears, eyes scanning the area for some sort of cover as you saw the many knights preventing the other volunteers from being able to escape in order to live, fueling your spite. 

It was a gruesome scene as Vermithor not only burned, yet also decided to treat the folks as his food, a man’s scream fading as Vermithor swallowed him whole, before hunting the others down, their screams haunting. 

“Fuck!” You grumbled before you dashed to survival, instead being pushed and shoved all over, you tried to steady yourself, but you had stumbled, making your heel miss the platform. 

And that’s where you found yourself now after these events, a flickering torch in hand, running within the tunnels in the hopes to escape the clutches of death from a dragon. You had not even known if Vermithor had been claimed or everyone had been given death, and you dared not put notice on the sharp pain in your ankle as you had sprained it from your fall. 

You’ve lost track of time, not wondering how long or how far you’ve gone off to within the large tunnel. Your legs were starting to give out from exhaustion, your breathing uneven as you stepped onto the mud, making you try to stumble, about to land on your face when your foot had finally hit the ground.

Followed by what it sounded like cracking. Looking down, there were wisps of smoke, and oddly enough, large looking eggs nestled within the cocoon you had stepped on, making you furrow your brows as your body couldn’t even process the events this day had.

Up until you had heard a large grumbling behind you. Seven hells.

Steeling yourself with what little resolve you had left, you turned on your painful heel, torch in hand as you faced it. 

The dragon began to rouse itself, your eyes widening as you tried to move, its roar echoing and making you shrink onto yourself as your body was frozen, staring up at it as it had faced you fully. 

Its long neck moves fluidly as it stared you down, its gray scales gleaming from the cavity up in the tunnel. It was about to lunge at you.

Tired and weary, you’ve begun to accept your fate. 

Until its snout finally reached you and—

Poked you. It sent you tumbling back against the ground with a huff, making you scramble back and try to hoist yourself back up again until it happened again, the dragon’s snout nudging against your form, knocking you down and rolling until you had your back against the wall. Its screeching even sounded amused, as if making fun of you.

However, it stopped as you had your eyes screwed shut. 

You had fully thought you had died and gone to the Seven heavens, peeling your eyes open, your heart stopped in your chest. You watched as the dragon crooned and bowed its head toward you-

Realization had come dawning in, it chose you. A dragon had chosen you.

You did it, you had claimed a dragon. If your father would’ve witnessed such a thing, he would have no doubt about it. He always knew you were born for greater things. 

Due to your exhaustion, you could only laugh breathlessly, finally being able to calm down without the fear of death looming onto you.

“Get me out of here, will you?” You jokingly said, taking in deep breaths as you slowly stood up, hissing at the pain in your ankle, hesitating, but starting to limp towards the dragon as it eyed you, craning its neck, showing the apparent saddle on its back, worn and rusty. It seemed like she hadn’t had a rider in a long time. 

Before you knew it, you were on a dragon’s back, shooting out into the cavity as the grey-scaled dragon roared at feeling the breeze outside, its wings spread full as it gathered air and momentum. 

You literally had to hold on for dear life as you began to get woozy, exclaiming in triumph as you had rounded Dragonstone. 

Rhaenyra had been alerted of this as she ran out the balcony, watching as Silverwing screeched with its new rider on the she-dragon’s back. 

After the scene, you had been brought down and onto your own personal chambers where you would be staying, as a Maester had been bought for you to treat your ankle, giving you milk of the poppy to numb the pain. 

You were also given handmaidens that helped you into cleaner clothes, thanking them as you tried to refuse their service, not used to being treated as such in the span of a few hours. 

Resting against your bed, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering where your life would lead to now, it was such a funny feeling that you would believe it if someone had told you it were nothing but a dream. 

The door creaking as its response to being opened pulled you from your thoughts, making you glance and wonder if it's just the maester coming to check upon you, when your eyes almost popped out of its sockets to see Rhaenyra herself. 

Sitting up right and swinging your feet off the bed, you cleared your throat. “Your grace,” You greeted, standing, though weakly as your ankle was still sore and wrapped in bandages. Rhaenyra held her hand up, motioning. “You are hurt, stay seated.” Her voice comes in a soft tone. 

Following as you sit back down upon your bed, Rhaenyra glides through the room, hands clasped together. It felt like being surrounded by an angel, she did certainly look like one as you were able to get a closer look every folk would want to kill for, even. 

“You have done a good job,” Began Rhaenyra. “Two of you have managed to claim Vermithor and Silverwing.” You made a mental note that your dragon was named Silverwing, fitting.

“I did not think I would find my way out of it alive if I am honestly speaking, your grace.” You replied, making Rhaenyra nod in response, noticing your eyes were a deep shade of purple. “Those lives lost today are for a greater cause in the future, it would prevent further bloodshed.” She responded. 

Taking a deep breath, you understood her point. Staring up to find her still looking at you, sending you to avert her gaze. “Your eyes are quite comely.” Rhaenyra had suddenly said, catching you both off guard. 

An awkward silence rose, before Rhaenyra cleared her throat. “I apologize,” She said as you managed to let out a small grin, shaking your head. “No harm done, your grace.”

This in turn made Rhaenyra smile, finding light in the situation. Clearing her throat, she shifted to a more serious expression. “As you have claimed Silverwing, from this day forth you are to train the ways of dragonriders, learn High Valyrian, and pledge your loyalty to your Queen.” 

The new responsibilities you had seemed a far reach back then, but here you were now stood in front of Rhaenyra Targaryen herself, asking you to pledge your loyalty to her. 

Carefully moving, you had bent the knee in front of her, not putting much strain on your swollen ankle as you bowed. “I pledge my fealty to you, the true Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, I offer all that I am, to aid you in your cause.” 

Rhaenyra looked relieved as you bent the knee for her. “Stand.” She commanded, making you follow a second later, meeting her eyes again. “You will begin at once when your ankle has healed, for now you shall rest and someone will call upon you.”

With a bow to her grace, you watched as Rhaenyra turned and left your chambers. 

This was the beginning of a new chapter in your life. 

As your ankle had healed, the lessons did began, with Maester Gerardys teaching you key command words in High Valyrian, practicing the phrases during the afternoons, whilst you were practicing dragonriding in the morning. 

You had also managed to meet those able to claim House Targaryen’s dragons, Hugh who had claimed Vermithor, and Addam who had claimed Seasmoke. 

Though it seemed like Rhaenyra had taken a liking to you in the midst of these preparations, your fiery spirit is something to always look out for as Silverwing proved to match your energy. 

The feast she held between you and the other three as well as her son Jacaerys and her step daughter Baela. You had managed to hold a conversation with Rhaenyra well, telling her of your background as a trader in King’s Landing and how your father had solely raised you. Jacaerys had even begun to respect you even if he was still apprehensive in welcoming new dragonriders who were not of blood. 

Nonetheless, Rhaenyra found herself taken by your charm and wit, even taking the time to show you around Dragonstone herself whenever she was free from council meetings, your presence a respite from the pressure she had been feeling, translating her appreciation in lingering touches and stares.

There was one time you had been flying around Dragonstone, getting to try banking left and right as you tugged on the ropes on your newly reformed saddle, when Silverwing had decided to do a barrel roll, sending you both spinning in the sky with her strong form growling in delight. 

Rhaenyra had been watching that time, and her heart nearly leapt to her throat as you lost hold onto your saddle, her grip tightening against the stone ledge, eyes widening.

Though the sight of you pumping your fist in the air and whooping successfully had her releasing a breath she wasn’t aware she had held in watching you. The spike of worry led her to assess what you had meant to her. 

“Did you like the trick I did up there, your grace?” You casually asked as you met her, smiling and beginning to shrug off your gloves. “You had me worried at the start, but you and Silverwing do make a great pair.” Rhaenyra replied. “In fact, your move would make a great maneuver to dodge whatever the Greens might throw at us.” 

You couldn’t tell if she had been joking or not, but the slight smirk on her face made you reciprocate, your stomach oddly knotting at the feeling. 

“Perhaps I can teach you how to do so on Syrax, yet I believe the safety of our Queen is of greatest importance.” You lightly teased, feeling like you were walking on eggshells. 

But that does make Rhaenyra laugh, cheeks flushing pink, in truth, she had begun to get fond of you, and she hummed in thought. “My safety is of great importance, yes, but you’ve proven yourself a capable dragonrider and warrior,” She gestured, as you had been taking combat lessons to the side in your free time, keeping yourself in shape as well as your skills. 

“I would be at peace and content knowing I have you to protect and fight for me.” It was a simple phrase, yet it seemed to click at the two of you that it held something even deeper under the surface. 

Both of you could feel it. “And I am honored to be one of those protecting and fighting for you, my Queen.” 

[astropookie]

asteroids related to love 💝

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ik this is too cheesy for my style but hope it may help :) these asteroids are just a few compared to the existing.

self love

hygeia (10): how to maintain a healthy relationship between body and soul.

medea (212): represents our healing ability. archetype of Pluto/scorpio. where we make mistakes again and again, vengeful, practically process of healing.

fated connections

devine (3561): if it has aspects with other’s person planets/asteroids could indicate a trascendental connection.

libby (5672): represents fated connections.

aura (1488): represents an intuitive connection.

karma (3811): indicates you’re destined to meet with these person due to past-life unfinished business.

destinn (6583): strong connection, destiny like.

pholus (5145): if it’s in synastry/composite chart, indicates unexpected events that would change the trajectory of your life -that has to do with this connection-.

sposetti (22354): means “married couple” in Italian. marriage potential, past life marriages or special connections.

betrayal

oenone (215): indicates people where you have been cheated on/ left by lovers or simply felt betrayal.

love synonyms

paeonia (1061): represents a flower that symbolizes love, honor and wealth.

olathe(18984): lovely, beautiful.

loving (432971): loving emotions.

ask (4894): represents the way you love someone, “love” in turkish.

liebe (7696): “love” in german. romantic expectations and needs.

pure/unconditional love

ceres (1): unconditional love, depth we’re willing to go for the ones we love.

alma (390): represents the desire of expanding our heart while time passes, optimism for love and romance.

agapenor (5023): simple appreciation. unconditional love that can last through ages, not only romantic. altruistic love.

valentine (447): sacrificial type of love, deep bonds between two people. indicates the urge to give our all without asking anything in return.

child (4580): represents our inner child. pure, unfiltered, innocent love.

isis (42): desire to nurture/protect the ones we love and care about. also may represent leadership qualities. loyalty, devotion, between others.

romantic love

amor (1221): means love in spanish. represents what we need to show/break patterns to commit with the person we want to love.

cupido (763): represents how you fall in love. I’ll think on this asteroid more like a “crush” type of “love”, innocent at first.

juno (3): can represent our romantic boundaries, what we will do for romantic -not necessarily- relationships and I have a post of juno series if you’d like an interpretation of your juno sign.

union (1585): inner need of deep and meaningful connections -any type-. indicates qualities of the relationship in composite charts.

adonis (2101): ideal type, plus if you like masculine.

groom (5129): indicates how do we approach role of marriage -long term commitment- in their life. who you may end up having this relationship, depending on your preferences.

briede (19029): like asteroid groom, associated with commitment, etc. like the name, dependa in preferences.

others

companion (8490): shows wanting to be all the time with that person. what are you looking for in a long term connection (romantic or not).

anteros (1943): manner which you reciprocate love, requited love.

luda (1158): where do people adore/love you.

link (3505): indicates the type of connection -close- between partners.

lovelock (51663): obsessive love, like the name.

galatea (74): imo idealization of our type of a person.

akashi (5881): requires introspection/exploration. hidden knowledge and potential. has to do with how our past relationships affects our present and future.

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗ */ᐠ - ˕ -マ✩ (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)∗ ࣪ ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ )و ✩

♡ Based on personal experience and I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

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🐝  *  ―  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟑: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍.  (  is it my return to the rph world? who knows. but i had fun making this ( literally in the past 24 hours ) and decided to share it. not sure if you can count this as a sorta dark royalty aesthetic or something but that's probably the closest to describe it as. this blog pack includes a promo template, an icon template, a banner template, a header template, a carrd template for single muses ( preview ) and multi muses ( preview ) each, and five pre-made dash icons as well as a post divider. i've also decided to include the fonts i've used in the graphics. this whole pack is made to fit together so it can ( but doesn't necessarily has to ) be used together. feel free to edit however you want. due to the number of elements used, the carrd templates both require at least a pro lite account. if you want to upgrade, feel free to use my referral code KB4W13V3 because it helps me out.  )

― HOW TO USE

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if you have any further questions on how to access / use this pack, feel free to message me.

[jeonstellate]

forever by my side

mingyu still honors the love signified by his ring, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au — fluff(?), angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s by my side (ft. tiara andini).

๑彡 thank you sm for the overwhelming love for my future in your eyes! please accept this as a thank you gift :]

๑彡 this is connected to that fic, a prequel of sorts, but can also be read as a standalone. (i highly recommend reading that, too, though.)

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

He exudes confidence, regardless of what he does. It’s a natural part of his aura — something that he can never control at will.

It comes in handy for his line of work, which often requires him to socialize and impress others. Occasionally, though, it also needs him to give presentations in front of large crowds.

As his audience continues to stare at him, with a mix of glossed eyes and awestruck expressions, Mingyu begins to appreciate his inborn confidence a little bit more.

He’s an extrovert. He does well with crowds. He’s comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. He’s talkative and spontaneous and outgoing, amongst other things.

And with his confidence, Mingyu can command a room with ease.

Yet, still, it doesn’t necessarily mean he enjoys public speaking — especially if the crowd he’s addressing is full of college students who are currently everywhere, just not in the classroom.

He can hardly blame them. He has been in their shoes before. He knows what it feels like to listen to professors and guest lecturers drag on when he rather spend his time elsewhere.

"Well then, if you guys thought of more questions later," he began his wrap-up speech, "feel free to email me. Thank you—"

A flurry of moment on his right caught his attention, effectively halting his speech. However, the cause of it is gone by the second he turns.

The only evidence he has that he didn’t hallucinate the entire thing is the murmuring that suddenly engulfs the room. And the small folded piece of paper on his right that seems to appear out of the blue.

Mingyu reaches for the paper and looks around the room. He immediately notices the students’ renewed interest in him. Or perhaps — most likely — they are just interested in how he responses to the note.

He looks down as he opens the paper.

Mister, do you have a significant other?

He chuckles soundlessly. Not because of how off-topic it is from the presentation he just gave, but because it is apparently enough to bring you forth in his mind.

After all, you are his other half. Someone he met and fell in love with within the walls of your college campus. Someone he put great effort to deserve the heart of.

The only one he could see sharing a future with. The only one he went down on one knee for and waited for at the end of the aisle.

The only one he loves with his soul. The only one he respects and cherishes to an unfathomable extent.

Mingyu gives a shy smile to the sea of students before raising his hand, palm facing inward. He lets the gold band around his ring finger shine under the spotlights aimed at him.

Their collective disappointment is loud.

Mingyu finds their reaction amusing. He has watched countless people react to his marital status over the years. Those who appear dismayed, he notes, often try their best to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, this is the first time anyone has ever showed disdain so openly — a whole group, too, no less.

He can’t stop the soundless chuckle that escaped. He has always been proud of his marriage. He boasts about it — and you — every chance that he gets. It’s something that always brings a smile to his face. Something that he never gets tired of.

Even after the divorce.

The end of your marriage had been a mutual decision. You both agreed that it was the best action to take, before anything escalated to something unbecoming. And, at the time, it was the best decision to take.

The end of your marriage didn’t signify the end of his love for you, though. That’s why, even years after the court made your divorce official, his wedding ring stayed on his finger.

Mingyu may have failed to keep you by his side, but he absolutely has no plans to rid himself of the only physical reminder of your marriage.

Mingyu may have lost his rights to claim you as his spouse; but at least in front of strangers, he can still pretend that the gold around his finger is more than a remembrance.

"How are you going to find a replacement for your wedding ring if you keep letting people think you’re still married?" Minghao wonders when he meets up with him after his presentation.

Ironically enough, his longtime friend personifies the reality that his façade only works with strangers. Those who don’t know what happened. Nor can read him like an open book. Nor notice the hint of sadness in his eyes.

Mingyu simply shrugs at that, "Bold of you to assume I want a replacement in the first place."

(After all, his wedding ring isn’t just a conversational piece. It’s also his lifeline . . . something he can’t bear to lose, especially when he already lost you.)

[soriagravity]

also, as a general note, since you didn't specify where and it made me think of this: off the top of my head i cant think of anywhere people would be using my art as a pfp that i wouldnt be okay with, but i will rescind my permission for this stuff if i find out people are using my art in a context that i don't like. this isn't directed at you or anyone in particular, dw, but i just figured i'd add it for reference :)

Hi! I loved this piece along with your Portal Rosalina WIP.

https://www.tumblr.com/soriagravity/733201647386476544

I was wondering if you'd let me use it as a pfp (not on here tho) with proper credit. I will not if you don't want me to

Thank you!

hello! yes, you can use it as a pfp on social media stuff as long as you credit me, and i don't mind discord pfps and other personal stuff like that either. glad you like it! :)

[plussizefantasia]

Getting Lost

Flufftober Day 29: Corn Maze

Steve Harrington X reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: We're almost done! Just two more to go. This one has some foul language, if that isn't your thing then don't read. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

“I don't give a shit what you do, just leave us alone until it's time to go home.” Was Steve’s gruff command to the children that you had taken to the fall festive at Colbert’s Farm on the edge of town.

“But what if there's an emergency or something?” Dustin asked.

“You’re smart dipshit, you’ll figure something out.” Was Steve’s only reply before pulling you by your hand away from the herd of teenagers and into the opposite direction. As always, Steve was the babysitter. The teens said that they wanted to go to the fall festival. They pulled some puppy-dog eye bullshit and strong-armed Steve and you into giving them rides and being the chaperones that their parents now required for any outing.

They had thrown out practically everything they thought would work on you but what really pushed you over the edge was Eleven’s small voice telling you that she had never had a real Halloween and she was getting too old to really enjoy it.

You folded like a house of cards and Steve followed you in whatever you did. That is how the two of you landed babysitting duty twenty minutes out of time for an entire day. Luckily you didn’t have to bankroll the empty pits that were commonly known as the party. One too many times you had forked over your entire paycheck to the little shitheads. After that, you demanded that anything they wanted when you were out needed to be paid for by themselves or their parents. 

“I can’t afford my own shit if I’m using all my money on you guys.” You had yelled at them when they complained about the new rule.

Being the babysitter on duty didn’t necessarily mean that you had to watch them. At least that is what Steve had claimed when another date night had been ruined by a teenage ambush. If you followed along with that line of thinking, then running away to go make out in the corn maze wasn’t actually breaking any rules. 

Steve wasn’t really wrong when he said that they could take care of themselves. These children had fought literal monsters, they could handle themselves at some autumn-themed gathering in the middle of nowhere.

“Where are we going?” You had asked Steve, after ten minutes of pulling on your arm and the tenth turn in the corn maze. You were almost one hundred percent sure that Steve had no idea where he was going.

“They won’t be able to find us if we get lost.” 

‘That is the stupidest thing you’ve probably ever said.”

“We could always turn around and spend the whole day following after them.”

“No!” You yelled. You stopped moving forward. “No, I think that that would be even more stupid. 

“That's what I thought.” Steve sounded smug. He continued to pull you for another few minutes, making turn after turn. ‘Alright, I think we are sufficiently lost.”

“Yeah but, what are we gonna do now.” 

Steve neglected to answer you with words. He just grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his. Kissing Steve was always magical, whether it was early morning kisses soaked in admiration and a little bit of drowsiness, or they were like this. Hot and passionate, Steve kissed you like he’d never be able to kiss you again. 

Steve was gentle but strong. He didn’t let you pull away but he let you guide the kiss. He pulled and pushed you like the moon did to the tides. You were at his mercy, letting the entire world fall away. 

In those stolen moments, you and Steve shared a connection that went beyond words. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and passion. 

When he kissed you it was a promise. A promise for a life full of joy, a reassurance of his love. It was always more than just a kiss, Steve Harrington never just kissed.

You don’t know how long you two were intertwined in the midst of the corn stalks. It could have been seconds, hours, years. When you were with Steve time didn’t matter. Nor did your responsibilities. Yet somehow both of them always caught up with you.

It was a clearing of a throat that drew you out of your bubble.

A disgusted Lucas stood behind a disgruntled Dustin. Next to them were Max and El, giggling together and fanning their faces in the most dramatic way they could. Mike and Will stood next to each other, looking very much the picture of embarrassment. 

“What?” Steve asked, still holding onto you.

“Where the hell have you been?” Dustin demanded.

“Where do you think?” you asked him. 

“The festival closes in thirty minutes. We’re all hungry and we’ve been looking for you for the past hour.” Lucas filled you in.

“Well, you found us,” Steve replied, unhelpfully. 

“Do any of you shitbirds remember how to get out of here?” you asked them. El nodded and started making her way back through the maze. It was almost freaky how on point she was with her turns. She flawlessly guided the rest of you through the maze, you all making it out just in time to leave before they locked the gate.

“Alright. Climb in fuckers, we’re going to McDonalds.” Steve hollard. The teens followed the instructions dutifully. Climbing into either your car or Steve’s depending on who they had come with.

You and Steve pulled close to one another before getting in your cars to take the kids home. Steve kissed you one more time and faintly from his backseat you heard the curly-haired child yell. “Not again.”

You and Steve flipped him off in unison.

[monstermonger]

Hey!!

I have recently been going through a rough patch with my art. I am not enjoying or liking how I do linework and shading, and in order to remedy that, I'm collecting works from artists I like that I can study/re-imagine.

Your linework and composition is stunning 😍 and I am currently working on a reinterpretation of one of your pieces. This is the most fun I've had with a piece in a while. Beautiful work !! 👏 👏👏

....Er, I've been away from social media for quite a while, and even before that, I was behind on messages... I'm so sorry for my late responses to asks. I wanna say I appreciate ppl taking the time to send them, really :") thanks for the patience LOL

I'll try to condense this - respond to multiple in a single post. So I don't take up too much space in people's feeds.

so first of all @laurikarauchscat I'm sorry to hear you're in a rough patch, and I think your method of overcoming it is on the right track. At least, it's definitely something I do and it really helps me xD Most notably with all the Caspar David Friedrich-inspired pieces. As long as you give credit to the artists you're reinterpreting from (and asking is polite too, if they're an alive artist :D so yes thank you for asking) it seems perfectly fine to me to do so. Good luck and hope it goes well, I'm interested to see c:

More asks under the cut!

@blurred-antics thank you so much for the words ;b; it's validating to hear, since they're definitely emotions I have in mind while drawing lately. I lost both my parents in the last 2 years, and I've dumped a lot of feelings of grief/longing into my pieces since then, including ones that might seem rather cheerful and perfectly peaceful at a glance. I'm happy others can feel the bit of conflict under the surface-- I don't necessarily mind if my art comes across straightforward, since when throwing art into the public it must be accepted that everyone will interpret it how they want, but it does feel nice to know that some people sense the extra bits. Thank you again!

@kinnersonne thank you very much!! Definitely my favorite subjects at the moment c: You're very sweet.

@marinaaniseed I'm starting to get to ... quite old ones, and I worry this was a time-sensitive question :"D I'm very sorry if I'm too late.

First of all, thank you for asking! I'm honored people like my art enough they'd want it tattooed, it's pretty mind-blowing to me. I've actually had several people ask to use my art for tattoos the last few months and I think overall, I'm pretty okay with it. if you'd like to express support for my art for using it, then you're welcome to buy a print from my shop. It's not required, but it's very appreciated <3 Hope whatever you end up going for (whether my art or not in the end) goes well ^^

@wandersoffdoodling Aw, thank you T.T I'm happy they resonate with you! It's kind of my dream to finish some zines and some bigger projects in this sketchbook/journal art style. So that's very motivating to hear. Thanks again c:

@eldathe once again I apologize for how late I am to respond to questions that were intended to be very quick exchanges lol. First of all, thank you! :") I'm sure this is no longer relevant for how old this ask is, but in case you/(or anyone reading this) would still want to use it as a blog pfp or anywhere, yes, feel free, as long as there's credit somewhere visible! Thank you for asking <3

@starrforge thank you kindly, yours is great too :")

@herebesherlocks Aww thank you so much :") I'm honored it evokes that feeling.

@the-halcyon-effect 100 years later: thank you that's a huge honor to hear :"))))

[five-bi-five-mind]

Much Needed Distraction

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Words: 2.8k+

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Finals were really getting to you, especially now that you’re a grad student. Unfortunately, you have a bad case of writers block trying to complete the seminar paper before the deadline. Luckily, JJ is here to help with that, even if her methods may be.. interesting.

Warnings: Oral (r receiving), Strap-on (r receiving), top!JJ, bottom!Reader, JJ being a little bit of a dom... 

A/N: Listen I know I took inspiration from my actual situation right now. Is that weird? Maybe. But who doesn’t want JJ to come distract them...

(gif not mine; credit to creator)

“Knock knock.” A gentle voice came from the doorway to your bedroom. You were currently sitting on your bed, laptop resting on your legs, as your back was propped up behind an ungodly amount of pillows. Yet, no matter the number you still couldn’t get comfortable. Not when the blinking cursor of the word doc in front of you felt like it was mocking you.

You didn’t even acknowledge the voice as it repeated. Your eyes were glued to the screen and your brain was still going in circles trying to think of something intelligent to add to the document. You had three days. Only three days to somehow miraculously pump out 15 pages on a topic you weren’t necessarily sure you wanted to study anymore. Not when you’ve been driving yourself a little crazy trying to meet this deadline. At some point, you weren’t entirely sure when the words you were typing started to sound somehow fake. You were that far gone in the haze of academic panic. 

“I brought the coffee you asked for.” The voice said a little louder this time. That caught your attention. Your head snapped up immediately upon hearing one single word. You didn’t even hear the rest of the sentence, all you heard was “coffee” and somehow you were convinced your prayers were answered. 

JJ smirked, having realized that’s what finally stopped your silent stewing. She knew you were exhausted and stressed, she could see it in your eyes, but she also thought it was somewhat amusing to see how focused you get when you worked. JJ walked further into your bedroom, coffee in hand and her grin grew wider as she realized your eyes never left the coffee cup as it moved towards you. “How long have you been working?” She said as she stood right in front of you. 

“I don’t know four… five hours maybe?” You honestly hadn’t been paying attention to the time. The only thing you were paying attention to was that page count as you tried your hardest to meet the minimum requirement for your graduate seminar. 

“Jesus,” JJ muttered. “Have you taken a break?” You just shrugged, impatiently reaching out for the cup in her hands. She handed it to you gently, her hands wrapping around yours as yours slipped around it, urging you to slow down a little as you grabbed it. The last thing you wanted was a cup of coffee to spill directly all over your laptop and bed after all. 

Graciously, you took a long gulp of your drink, groaning at how good the warmth of the coffee felt going down your throat. It was almost as if you could feel the caffeine starting to wake up your entire body again after having sat on your bed in front of a screen far too long. You kept drinking, letting yourself not think about the paper just for a few brief moments so you could enjoy something as small as a cup of coffee brought to you by your girlfriend. Words wouldn’t even begin to describe how appreciative you were of her in that moment.

JJ just stared at you as you drank, watching as you hummed your appreciation while downing the coffee. She gave you a small smile before softly placing the palm of her hand to your cheek and leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “You’re welcome, I think,” She chuckled as she straightened back up. “So, are you almost done?” You just shook your head and kept sipping on your drink. Your eyes flicked up to JJ again, this time to see slight worry behind the gentle smile she gave you. 

“God, I don’t miss college,” JJ sympathized as she moved to sit herself down at the foot of your bed.

“Grad school is much worse,” you grumbled into your cup.

“Oh, I remember,” JJ sighed as she eyed you. Your attention turned back to the word document in front of you. Finally, you felt satisfied with the amount of caffeine you just ingested. With the coffee placed safely on the nightstand to your side, you tried your best to will the caffeine you just chugged to give you the much needed inspiration and strength to continue on with this ridiculous seminar paper. But as you returned to the document and saw the blink of the cursor you felt that sinking, defeated feeling again. “How long have you just been staring at the screen?”

God, how long was it? You had no idea how to answer that. You didn’t really know when you went from being productive, to spouting out absolute nonsense, to finally running out of steam. All you knew was that you had been staring blankly at that screen for a good while now. 

“Maybe an hour?” You mumbled in shame, your eyes never leaving the screen. If only you could just will your fingers to type. You had more to say, you knew you did, but you just couldn’t get yourself to put them into coherent sentences. 

Your mind was so busy trying to produce something to further the page count in front of you that you didn’t even hear JJ hum “I have a fix for that…” before she started to make her way towards you on the bed. It took her hand finally touching your leg from where she began to crawl from below that finally caught your attention. 

You watched curiously as JJ crawled up the bed towards you. With one hand, JJ pushed you to lean further back and then pushed your laptop until it was resting not on your lap anymore, but on your stomach. You tilted your head and gave her a questioning look but JJ just smirked back at you as her hands dragged themselves from your waist to your legs, slowly moving down your thighs. 

Her body came back down with her as her hands landed on your knees. With her hands right where she wanted them, she grabbed at you and moved you until your legs were open for her. What startled you next was that she began to scoot even further down the bed until she was laying on her stomach and settled with her head right between your legs. 

“JJ!” You squeaked, not at all expecting this to be her next move. “Hey what are you-”

“Start typing…” She mumbled, her lips ghosting over your inner thigh. 

“But I-” 

“Type.” She ordered in a firm voice. Her tone plus the look she gave you as you peeked over your laptop and down to where her face rested was incentive enough to obey. Suddenly, you found yourself able to type. Your fingers tapped away at the keys and you were actually producing sentences. JJ’s lips kept kissing up and down the most sensitive places on your inner thighs where your shorts didn’t cover and anytime you so much as hesitated on your next keystroke, she took her lips away. It was entirely possible that what you were writing was utter garbage and you were just making things up as you went in order to keep feeling JJ’s irresistible touch on your skin, however you didn’t really care. You’d address that problem when you finally finished and entered the proofreading phase. For now, you just wanted to meet your requirement and enjoy the feeling of JJ’s tongue slowly dragging its way up your thigh to where you wanted it most. 

Without any warning, you suddenly felt JJ grab at your shorts and give them a hard tug. You were impressed with the sheer strength JJ showed to lift you in a split second and rip them off of you, even if you did have to act fast to keep your laptop balanced on your stomach. 

“Hey!” You yelped as JJ went from discarding your shorts to tugging at your underwear as well.

“Did I tell you to stop?” JJ’s voice was taunting as she finally got what she wanted. You started typing again the moment you felt like your laptop wasn’t going to slide off your stomach and hit the floor or, worse, JJ’s face. And the minute you did, JJ had you completely nude from the waist down. 

You couldn’t help the shiver that went through your whole body as you felt her breath ghost your slit, but you were proud of yourself for not stopping. Words kept flowing onto the document and you were determined to keep going. At this point, it wasn’t for your grade or even your own sanity. No, it was for the fact that you knew if you kept going JJ would finally touch in a way you didn’t realize you were dying to be touched. 

Finally, you felt her tongue on you. You bit your lip hard to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as her tongue licked up through the entirety of your folds. It was a little too embarrassing how turned on you were from JJ barely even touching you, but when her tongue ran over your clit your fingers faltered and you made a string of typos. It was maybe a little too aggressive when you repeatedly hit the backspace to erase the line of gibberish you just wrote, but you couldn’t help the way your hands were moving. It was a miracle they weren’t just gripping the sheets, or better yet, her hair. Even JJ was a bit surprised that you were still typing, especially when she could feel how wet you were getting with every flick of her tongue. 

Your breath was coming fast as her lips wrapped around your clit and you felt her starting to gently suck. You didn’t want her to stop, but you also were really struggling not to let go into the sensations JJ was causing for you. Without much thought, your head tilted back and you felt your fingers start to slow on the keys. However, that didn’t go unnoticed by JJ. Her hand found its way back to your thigh again and it only took one squeeze for you to understand that that was a warning that if you stopped, she stopped. However, the more she was playing with your clit the closer you were getting to an orgasm and while you really wanted to cum for her, you didn’t think you could keep typing at the same time. Would JJ stop when you were right on the edge? You were already losing your mind from this paper, if she edged you tonight too you didn’t think you could handle it.  

But then you felt her hands move back up your abdomen until she reached where your laptop was resting. With a gentle snap, she shut the laptop and began to crawl up your body. Part of you was ready to pout, not wanting that delicious sensation JJ was creating to be over. But then she took the laptop from you and placed it on the floor next to the bed. 

“I thought you said to keep typing?” You questioned breathlessly. 

“I did,” JJ grinned as she started to drape herself over your whole body. “And you did so good for me. I think it’s time for a break and maybe a little reward…” JJ trailed off as her hands pushed your shirt up and off before leaning down to pepper kisses all over your chest. “Don’t you?” She asked as her hips began to grind against yours. And for the first time, since she came into the room you noticed it. As JJ’s hips were grinding into your bare one’s, you realized what was underneath her clothes. 

“Why do you have-” you thought to ask. Your head clearing up enough to form at least one coherent thought, despite your girlfriend currently leaving small bite marks across your neck and chest.

“Because,” JJ interrupted. “I knew you’d need the distraction.” Her hands went to her pants, starting to push them down and off. “Now, I asked you a question.” She started as her hands grabbed at the strapon connected to her hips. “Don’t you think it’s time for a little reward?” 

All you could do was nod and watch as JJ leaned back enough to grab your legs and pull them over her hips. She had the toy lined up with your entrance in no time, yet she made no move. “Yes,” You finally realized what she was waiting for. “Yes, please. I want it,” you begged breathlessly. Your paper and all your frustrations were long forgotten at this point. All you could focus on was how badly you wanted JJ to finally fuck you. And fuck you she did.

It took her a split second to register your words. JJ herself was too captivated by the sight of you beneath her, wet and dripping, skin flushed from already being worked up close to the edge by her. She could still taste you on the tip of her tongue and she was lost in her intoxication for you from the moment she started. Yes, she did bring the toy so that you might get a nice little reward for completing so much work today and she was planning to use it to get you to relax a little. But what she wasn’t planning for was how badly she needed to be buried inside you the minute she saw how cute and focused you were. She really just wanted to ruin you and have your attention all on her from the minute you walked in the door. It wasn’t her fault that her resolve broke so fast with the way your tongue peaked out of your lips to catch a drop of your coffee, or how you looked adorably pouty when you stared at your computer screen. 

JJ tried to start off slow, she really did, but the minute you were filled with her you couldn’t hold back the sounds you were making and it was really hard for her to pace herself when all she wanted to do was make you moan for her even more. Your head fell back onto the pillows when JJ drew her hips back, sliding her faux cock almost all the way out of you before snapping them forward. In this moment you were so glad you weren’t typing anymore, because with each time JJ buried herself into you, your hands squeezed harder at the bed sheets. 

JJ’s hands were holding your hips in a bruising grip as she continued to fuck you and the whole time her cock was pumping in and out of you she kept telling you how good you were being and how well you were taking her. The combination of her praises and the way her cock was hitting just the right places deep inside you had you quickly reapproaching the edge. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs as her cock fucked into you in a steady, yet disorienting pace. 

When JJ sped her pace up even more and you felt her nails dig into your bare skin so she could fuck into you harder, you couldn’t help but cry out her name. This only spurred her movements on even more, though. Wanting a better angle, JJ got to her knees, keeping your legs hooked to her hips so she could take you with her and fuck you deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt her cock go deeper than you were used to. JJ usually didn’t fuck you like this, but there was something about JJ’s lack of holding back with you tonight that was incredibly satisfying. She was fucking herself into you with as much speed as she could while still maintaining a steady rhythm and your legs were beginning to shake at the intensity of it all. 

“That’s right, baby,” JJ growled as her hips snapped into you with more force. “Cum for me.” Your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were gripping the sheets and the room was now filled with the sounds of skin against skin and your moans as you completely lost control of yourself. Within seconds of JJ’s orders, you finally found yourself coming all over her cock, crying out yet again as you did. JJ’s speed slowed as she let you ride out your orgasm. She stayed inside you for a moment as you both caught your breath. After finally being able to take a deep breath, you felt her slide out of you.

“Fuck,” you chuckled as you lay on the bed before her, still naked with your legs spread open. “I needed that.”

“I know,” JJ gave you a cocky grin. “Write five more pages and maybe we can do it all again.”

You didn’t even hesitate to snatch your laptop from the floor. As your fingers found themselves gliding across the keyboard yet again, typing away with impressive speed, you thought maybe this was what you’d need from now on to survive grad school. Lucky for you, JJ was more than willing to give it to you.

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Yin Yu Appreciation Week; Event Rules and Guidelines

Hello! This is the event guide for Yin Yu Appreciation Week 2024! Not everything is a hard and fast rule so read on if you would like to know more!

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[truthinlifetarot]

Who Has Something To Say To You?

How to Pick a Pile? Some of us focus on the image that seems to call to us most, some intuitively choose regardless of picture. Don't overthink it. Choose whichever pile you feel called to. It may even be more than one!

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Pile 1: This person may have broken your heart. There is a heaviness that they have given you and it has left you… sore, in a way, They may be a fire sign or make very quick and energetic moves. They are not very in touch with their emotions. I’m getting a masculine who, for example, goes to the gym instead of going to therapy. This person is kind of surface level in how far their ideals and emotions go. 💕Support me by becoming a Truth Seeker on Patreon, purchasing a reading, comment/like/share my content, or check out my work across the web!

Pile 2: This person is very direct even if they are not always successful. They may have some status or be well off in some way. It feels like they want to lay some ground work with you, or to work with you towards something solid. This may not be the first time they have considered this, but this time there is a more resolute energy. 💕Support me by becoming a Truth Seeker on Patreon, purchasing a reading, comment/like/share my content, or check out my work across the web!

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VEEMOGENDER + VEEMOBOY, VEEMOGIRL

VEEMOGENDER

Veemogender is an umbrella term for those who feel that their gender is "veemo"; can only be described as "veemo"; who feel that "veemo" is a part of their gender in some way. It is a xenogender and can only be understood in the context of being an octoling in the world of Splatoon.

VEEMOBOY

For when your gender is "veemo" and something like a boy/octoboy/etc., though you don't necessarily have to identify as a "girl/octogirl" in any way!

VEEMOGIRL

For when your gender is "veemo" and something like a girl/octogirl/etc., though you don't necessarily have to identify as a "girl/octogirl" in any way!

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[vidreview]

VIDREV: "Why Did Link's Cel Shading Disappear?" by Jasper

[originally posted december 2nd 2022]

when i was in college, i worked in the oklahoma film industry for a few years as a grip-electric swing. in simplest terms, an electrician sets up the lights and a grip shapes the light. the swing's job is to, naturally, swing between both departments depending on what they need. this gave me an intimate understanding of all the ways a set is fictionalized by skilled workers so that it might appear real on screen. that experience colors much of how i approach creative work both practically and critically, because i very much dislike how the labors of so many talented technicians are conglomerated to one of a handful of names on the poster. there is an art to carving light into a proper shape. you can spend hours lighting a room just to make it look like night. it's not easy and it's not automatic. it is exactingly technical work that requires measurement and precision (if you want to do it right).

i say all this to say that video games are impossible. you can't just write some random symbols and numbers and then seriously expect me to believe that creates an immersive triple-a gaming experience. how do they do that? how does a horizon zero dawn exist? math is the devil's playground. my nvidia gtx 3070ti is the apple of eve, and i partake with reckless abandon on a daily basis (especially now that the associated credit card debt is almost paid off). it's sorcery is what it is, and i will never understand it. those wizards whose tongues have been trained to fork in C++, fingers long and spindly with wretched computational vigor, are sinners in the eyes of god, and i have nothing but respect for the thankless work they do to create the vile abominations we all know and love.

this video, nominally about an obscure graphical glitch in the legend of zelda: breath of the wild, did not convince me that video games are "real" as such. but it did give me a momentary glimpse of what it would be like to be a me who, instead of working in film, had worked in video games. i felt for a second like i had a real appreciation for the kind of labor that goes into making a game, beyond the popular imaginary of "some folks sit at computers and type." i don't think i've ever appreciated just how ruinously complex even the simplest of digital visual expressions can be to produce in real-time, and i appreciate how patiently Jasper lays it all out. i may be a digital native of the world wide web from the age of aol instant messenger, but i'm still a poetry animal who has to do basic math on her cloven hooves. talk slow and i'll get it, but you gotta talk slow.

i understand some things about how various mediums treat the film frame. celluloid is a physical surface with depth, a lumaphilic topography of the universe as visible to a piece of glass. digital sensors, however, capture raw signal data and either store it in RAW files or process it through the manufacturer's proprietary algorithm to create a suitable recreation of the universe as visible to a piece of glass. i just think it's interesting. i like to understand the rote physical processes which produce the raw materials of art, and i find it endlessly fascinating that the constituent parts of a medium are so often the realm of highly skilled technicians, and yet the final product is somehow produced by an artist who is not necessarily expected to know a single solitary thing about those processes. think of taika waititi just sorta casually throwing cgi effects artists under the bus in a press video for the bad thor sequel he didn't want to make. i know he knows a lot about the technical production of cinema because he's been a hands-on guy his whole career, and by all accounts he seems to care a lot about his crew (often making sure maori and indigenous film workers are on set and getting real experience). alas, solidarity is an elusive quality even among the decent ones.

besides having an interesting premise with a surprising amount of depth, this video reminded me that in games as well as movies, nothing you see is an accident. also light is magic no matter what medium it's captured in. anyway it's a good video and you should watch it

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Introduction! :3

Hi, i'm Fuzz ( ˶^ ᴗ ^˶ )o

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[nfumbewalk]

Proj #163.190

Burn, baby, burn!

This is about my book project. I'm sure ppl know that I broke the law and my offense code was 163.190 in the State of Oregon vs. (My name).

I have two titles and I don't know which ones better. Can you all help me? I have:

"Muerteria: A Deathly Path," OR

"Muerteria: A Deathly Practice."

Pls comment about which one you like better or perhaps: Give me a better one & you'll get credit & a copy of the book!

It isn't urgent! The finishing time is roughly early 2026, could be sooner. If ANY of you know a good occult publisher NOT like haughty and scholarly outfits such as Scarlet Imprint or places similar, pls tell me!!

Reason? I'm smart enough and know some big words but it means nothing at all. Just because you can wax your talk intelligently doesn't mean your message is effective in the real world nor does it mean its powerful.

My message is going somewhere. Every person I know personally - friends or just passing - wants to know MORE about Muerteria. They are not just being nice. I get a little flabbergasted, especially if its a stranger! Its happened - a couple of doctors (shrink and internist) took me aside and asked serious technical questions, but nothing about therapeutics on my behalf. Which was weird.

Ppl really do get the wrong idea about necromancy, but really who doesn't? Everything is technically labeled wrong. Every practice with the muertos is called necromancy. But it really just means divination by means of the dead. That's the Greek suffix, -mancy. I am pretty good with breaking down Greek words because I was in medicine. I find it fun! Now, another one is necrosophy, or the wisdom or knowledge of the dead. Another great Greek suffix, -sophy. Damn, I love those!

So, really, using a Ouija board IS necromancy by definition. Muertera/o/ists can use them, but they must go through a cleansing process and spend five days with your muertos grave dirt on it. Then, a ritual process known as Taruc Danae, which requires special ingredients that are gathered only once a year. If the Ouija board is new, it needs a basic smudging and anointing with a blessing oil, sacred to Muerteria. We only use Common Sage, not White, in Muerteria. The reasons are boundless. Don't make me post them! I'm part Native American and it ruffles my feathers. Ugh!

Anyway, Muerteria has some dark practices but sorry - no conventional sex and drugs. There are human bones used, but obtained legally. Human cremains are used too, if you own them. Muertera/o/ists do absolutely nothing illegal that has to do with the muerto's body or anything of that sort. No desecration of graves, mausoleum's or anything of that kind! You don't have to practice "black" magic, or any magic at all in this practice.

The only thing that is required is having a muerto that you have a pact with. "Honoring the muertos" is nothing in itself. You need the power exchange with a dead person. There's no maybe's or sort of, no long bout of "testing the water." There IS such a thing as being a student! But if you don't get it within 1 1/2 to maybe 2 years (stretching it!), then perhaps Muerteria isn't for you - at the moment. Study hard and try later. And yes, there are tests.

My attitude may be snarky, kinda rude, and irreverent sometimes, but there are much worse that I've seen and known personally. In the Demon/Satanic community in particular. I'm quite soft in comparison and I do NOT curse in my books, especially the "F" word on the first page?!! I just looked at a Kindle sample, saw that, looked no further, then trashed the sample! Yes, we're all adults (not necessarily) but not all of us speak like trash. And I don't want to see it in an "respected author's" book on the occult!

So, done for now. Pls comment on my book title! I'd appreciate it ten thousand fold!

M.M. 💖💀💖