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anika-ann · 4 years ago

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Words Read After the Lights-Out

Type: (mini)-series, college AU, professor AU (technically)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 5500

Summary: Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Time apart is usually unpleasant and this time wasn’t as exception. With messed-up sleep schedule, Steve helps himself with one of your writing he knows you finished. Will it help him fall asleep?

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, semi-public masturbation, oral (fem receiving), PIV, hints of dom/sub, and fluff… and language (always)

A/N: @donutloverxo is ‘bad’ influence on me. Hopefully it will make up for me still not participating in the wonderful weekly challenge.

So here. Have a tiny bit more of smut and then I’m done with it. I am not a smut writer, no, no, no, no… but yeah, I had plenty of fun with this. It’s smut in a fluffy wrapping, because of course it is. I’m me. So, enjoy?

(Also, I copied the start of reader’s fic from the epilogue, so just you’re not surprised)

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Steve knew he had permission – a half-heartedly mumbled one, somewhere between consciousness and drifting to sleep, but still a permission –, yet he felt a bit dirty.

He had printed the pages few days ago before he left, knowing you finished the story for now named ‘the second encounter with Professor R’, morbidly curious, but hesitant to dive in. These were still your writings, your imaginations and they might have concerned him, but they were still very intimate. And he wasn’t just thinking sexual intimacy – it was simply something coming from the very depth of your mind and Steve honest to god didn’t want to invade your privacy.

However, he had asked if you’d mind if he read what you had written, and you said no. He had asked if he could read it then – and you said yeah.

Here. Permission. Clear as day. And you had left your laptop open, still logged in, as if in invitation. So he had downloaded it and printed it out.

And now he was watching you lying on your stomach, hugging the pillow that was very much on his side of the bed as if you wished you were cuddling him instead and Steve didn’t crave anything but sliding beside you and pulling you to his side.

The problem was that he had been to a conference on the other side of the country and he nodded off on the plane and not even the long shower made him relax properly. And the last thing he wanted was to wake you up, because the last time you Facetimed, you looked like you could sleep for a year.

Steve knew that the fact he had left you alone for the first time since the rumours started that you two were together and it was no surprise that facing the vultures without the possibility to find solace in each other’s arms was taking its toll on you – he wouldn’t like it either. You wouldn’t admit it to him; you kept the distress about it to yourself, not wanting to burden him. The bed was lonely without him, you had said instead, a claim no doubt true as well – and boy, could Steve relate to that.

So now he fished out the few pages and settled at the desk, only the dim light revealing your words to him, as if they were something that indeed should remain a secret.

Steve spent one more glance at your sleeping form, serene, your lips parted as you softly breathed into the pillow, eyes closed, eyelashes casting weak shadows over your cheeks with the little lamp on and Steve couldn’t stop the corners of his lips rising. You were beautiful and his, lying in his bed, practically begging for him to come and take you to his arms.

Steve promised himself that once he would finish reading, hopefully tire his eyes for a bit, he would do exactly that – falling into a blissful sleep with you in his embrace.

He should have known better, really. He should have known that your story would do everything but lull him to sleep.

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Your pen was half-heartedly scribbling on the paper, your brain not quite registering the words coming from his mouth.

You weren’t prepared for a damn history lecture; mostly because when you knocked on the door of the professor’s office, you did not expected to find him not alone; his colleague, the grumpy old idiot, was sitting at his desk, making nots from a book which you probably wouldn’t even be able to lift with how thick it was.

Speaking of thick things… one was meant to be between your legs now, but no, the other prof just had to sit there third-wheeling and cock-blocking—dammit.

Now here you were, sitting opposite to Professor Rogers at his desk, pretending to be taking notes while he kindly filled in your missing knowledge, talking about god knew what.

His voice was a balm to your ears, deep timbre echoing in your ribcage, stirring heat in your abdomen. His voice did things to you no matter what words he spoke and from what distance, but you much rather had him whispering filthy suggestions to your ear, teeth grazing your skin, praises for all the things you allowed him to do to you, with his fingers, with his tongue, with his-

“Miss Clark!” Professor Rogers snapped all of sudden, voice stern and minutely louder than before. Your head snapped to him at instant, meeting his intense glare and a raised eyebrow. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who expressed a supposedly genuine endeavour to earn your credit? If you could take notes instead of…” he eyed your wannabe notes with the scepticism they deserved “-doodling, that would be splendid.”

The smirk on his lips gave him away as he met your gaze, rising from his seat pointedly.

“Yes, Professor Rogers,” you said meekly, speeding up the circles and other random motions with your hand. “I’m sorry. My mind wandered off, I got lost in your narrative. It won’t happen again.”

You were so full of shit, because the only thing you got lost in was your own imagination, unholy pictures filling your impatient brain. Professor Rogers certainly knew that too – but he kept the front up for his colleague who just couldn’t seem to leave the damn room if even for a minute.

“It better not,” Professor Roberts commented gruffly, circling the hardwood desk slowly, fingers tracing the top of what he was meant to be fucking you against shall your fantasy come true any time soon. You shifted in your seat, feeling slickness gathering between your lower lips in anticipation. “As I was saying, the battle of Stalingrad…”

A sudden thought struck you when he stood beside you; for the first time in the past hour, you actually wrote something down instead of drawing random patterns.

Professor Rogers looked over your shoulder, reading the line about Professor Banks being a pain in your ass and you going crazy with need for your tutor’s cock. Peripherally, you saw Professor Rogers’ hand curl up in a fist, one corner of your lips rising in a smirk.

If you were to suffer, then so could he. It was a bold move, bratty even, one he might punish you for, but you were willing to take the risk, even feeling a tingle in your abdomen at the premise. Would he punish you? How? Were you in for some impatient manhandling today?

Caught up in your musings, you nearly jumped when his hot breath caressed your ear, a whispered promise causing air to get stuck in your throat, your heart speeding up insanely in your chest.

“Patience. Once he’s gone I’m gonna bend you over this desk…”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your mind supplying you with a helpful visual. You could almost feel his hand stroking the back of your thighs, the curve of your ass over your skin-tight dress, your lower back, and roughly pushing between your shoulder blades to trap you against the desk.

“…the German offensive to capture Stalingrad began in August 1942, using the 6th Army and elements of the 4th Panzer Army. The attack was supported by intense Luftwaffe bombing that reduced much of the city to rubble,” he continued the lecture as he straightened again, as if he hadn’t just vowed to get freaky with you.

His hand grazed the back of your chair, painfully close and still so far, moving to your other side, the heat of his body once again teasing you, his mouth an inch from your skin.

“…and fuck you ‘till you can’t walk…”

Your breathing picked up, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, the urge to lick your lips stronger than you. You glanced in Professor Banks’ direction, but there was no way he could hear what his colleague was whispering to your ear, the filthy promises made in between lecturing you about one of the biggest and most important battles of WW II. How could Professor Rogers even focus-

“You certainly have to write this down, Miss Clark—November 19, the Red Army launched Operation Uranus, a two-pronged attack targeting the weaker Romanian and Hungarian armies protecting the 6th Army's flanks.”

“… and ‘till the only thing you remember from this session is my name...”

You couldn’t even make out the words he spoke on normal volume anymore. Your fingers gripped the pen, the echo of sensations from the last week that had haunted you for days ghosting over your skin, your lips, your-

“…and how good my cock feels in your cunt.”

As if on command, your core clenched around nothing, the desperate craving to relieve some of the gradually building desire causing your thighs to rub together on instinct, hoping to create some friction at least. You could imagine Professor Rogers’ pupils dilating at that, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as one simple sentence of yours backfired unexpectedly.

His lips actually brushed over the shell of your ear with his next words, making you suck in air in a sharp inhale.

“You better get yourself ready, ‘cause I won’t waste any time with that.”

You blinked furiously at the statement, your head once again snapping to the other man in the room, who could turn to you any moment, catching you red-handed if you actually went through with it.

No way, no fucking w-

“Did I stutter, Miss Clark?” Professor Rogers hissed irritably and you dared to look at him, shocked to see a wolfish smile, a hungry glint in his eye that filled your stomach with butterflies, causing you to practically drip into the fabric of your dress.

“No, Professor Rogers,” you whispered obediently, your mind racing as you couldn’t make yourself to slip your hand under and just… listen to the command. “I understood.”

He held your gaze as he stepped to your right to partly shield you from view.

Be a good girl, he mouthed, sending a pleasant shudder down your spine, your pussy weeping for him, something inside you begging for you to obey just so you could hear him say it out loud later.

“Then we shall continue. At the beginning of February 1943, the Axis forces in Stalingrad…”

You inhaled shakily, your hand trembling a little as you let it fall from the top of the table, landing on your leg instead, your thumb grazing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh.

Professor Rogers’ eyebrows jumped a fraction, his chin motioning for you to go on, his eyes dark and lustful like a night.

Not daring to cast a single glance at the other man, because he would only make you lose your nerve, you moved your hand under the hem of your dress which was slightly below your mid-thigh, fingers trailing up until they reached the very high thigh-highs you were wearing.

“You seem to be forgetting to take notes, Miss Clark, my patience is truly wearing thin. Let’s move to another battle which was critical for the development of the war, the battle of Bulge…”

The words fell on deaf ears. All you could hear was the pounding of your own heart as your fingers slid right into the slickness pooled at your core; just like he had asked a week ago, there was nothing in the way, no underwear. You nearly whimpered when the tips of your fingers touched your opening, the barely-there contact blissful and yet torturous as you craved so much more.

You could feel his gaze on you, studying every quickened rise and fall of your chest, every single motion of the tendons in your forearm and thighs, flexing when your thumb circled your aching swollen clit, your eyes sliding shut at the tingle that ran through your nerve endings, your forefinger dipping into your cunt. You bit on your lip to stop yourself from releasing the whimper threatening to spill from your lips.

His stupid talk, momentarily empty promises, his voice on your ear, his lips brushing your skin, the light pressure on your clit, the finger moving slowly inside you— it all felt amazing, way too good considering that you knew you weren’t alone, but by God, did it add a tiny bit of a thrill, causing your heart to flutter, your core to burn.

You could still hear Professor Rogers talking, not one of his words registering until his fingertip grazed your collarbone, a breath of ‘such a good girl’ caressing your ear. You gulped, feeling your pussy clench, a shudder running down your spine.

“Go on, make yourself feel good. Add another.”

You had no idea how he knew what you were doing under the fabric, but he retreated again, to talk armies and bloodshed and all you could think off was being the good girl he had proclaimed you, worrying your teeth over your lips strongly enough to draw blood almost, third finger slipping into your heat. Your eyes fluttered open at the sensation, gaze stubbornly fixing on Professor Rogers’ chair, your breathing shallow and quick as you felt the pressure building.

Your mind was turning hazy as you tried to comprehend whether you liked the presence of the unsuspecting professor or were ashamed doing this while he was right there. You massaged your inner walls slowly, carefully despite how much you needed the release at this point, barely moving in or out in the fright of making noise. Your head spun, your thighs trembling softly with your climax nearing, the pleasure on horizon setting your blood on fire.

And then there was a pinch to your shoulder, nearly making you yelp in surprise—but somehow, even in the fog your brain was in, you understood that it was an order to stop and your hand instantly disappeared, curling into a fist on your thigh.

You tried your best to stop the shaking, to ignore the slickness on your fingers, now hopefully hidden in your palm and not on display – and peripherally, you could see Professor Banks rise to his feet, picking up items from his desk.

Your heart was beating its way out of your chest, air caught in your lungs as you attempted to calm yourself just in case he would look at you. As if your sex wasn’t practically pulsing because of the abrupt neglect, so so close to the release you craved.

In a sudden clarity of mind, you swiftly took fresh paper and set in on top of your ‘notes’ and gripped the pen again, seemingly ready to continue writing down important dates and names. You heard Banks steps nearing and you instinctively looked up. You had no idea what face you made, because you had zero control over your mimic muscles, too busy trying not to spontaneously combust.

Whatever he read from your expression, it made him eye his colleague.

“Don’t keep her for much longer, Steven. I’m sure she deserves some fun today too,” the older professor remarked, shooting you an uncharacteristic smile and walked out of the office, his old-fashioned leather case swinging. Professor Rogers’ ‘Don’t worry, Bradley,’ followed him and finally, the door clicked shut behind him, allowing you to release an exhale.

“He has no fucking idea,” you muttered, tossing the damn pen aside, running a hand down your face, while your other one remained curled up in a tight fist.

“Shut you dirty mouth, babygirl,” Professor Rogers hissed, crossing the distance to the door in few long strides, glancing at Banks’ desk to make sure that the man hadn’t forgotten anything he could come back for, and only then locked.

The next thing you knew, you were on your feet, the edge of the hardwood desk digging into your ass, your wrists pinned by his hands.

Your breath was stolen by his mouth, lips taking yours, warm, sweet, soft and demanding, a hungry kiss that had no end, one of your wrists suddenly free as his fingers curled around your nape, tangling in your hair, pushing and pulling, just to get more of you. You submitted easily, gratefully even, blissed out at the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth, taking everything he wanted.

You gasped for air when he withdrew, his forehead resting against yours for a split moment, his touch on you almost tender now, more so when he brought your wrist to his mouth and left a brief kiss on your knuckles, inhaling deeply, causing your face heat up.

“So obedient, such good girl,” he whispered in a husky voice, thick with arousal, and you could swear you were about to burst. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

You were caught between embarrassed and aroused when he pried your fingers open, his tongue tasting your drying juices. Your core clenched in need and as if he could feel it, his hips rutted into yours, his own excitement evident as his cock poked your lower stomach, his mouth once again on yours, your hand trapped between your bodies, his fingers gripping your sides tightly.

“I promised you something, didn’t I?” he mumbled to your mouth.

Recalling just what a vow he had made you with the other man still present, you gladly let him spin you around, manoeuvre you to press your front to his desk with no regard for the notes scattered over it. You instantly missed the warmth of his body, but his hands went to knead the flash of your ass, one sliding to your lower back, the other hiking up your dress.

A groan escaped him at the sight of you bared for him, his foot nudging yours apart, his grip on you tightening, fingers digging into your flesh enough to bruise before they slid lower, dipping into your slickness. His fingertips spread it, circling your clit, nearly causing your knees to buckle at the shot of bliss sent through your veins. A pathetic mewl fell from your lips and you could only imagine the indulgent smile on his face.

“God, look at you, so pretty, so ready for me,” he praised, fingers tracing the lace of your thigh-highs. “I really like these. Good choice…. Hold on tight, babygirl.”

You wasted no time and listened to him, grabbing the edge of the desk as his touch disappeared. You closed your eyes, anticipation building when you heard the tell-tale of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you again and as wrong or right as it was, you couldn’t help yourself, missing him. You knew things weren’t as simple as they could be seen – you noticed the little things, unnecessary tenderness peeking through, showing you that you were more than just a mindless fuck.

His warm palms spread your cheeks almost lovingly, slightly guiding you up so you stood on your tiptoes, bracing on the hardwood desk, so close to beg for him to finally fill you up, so con-

“Oh my-“ you cried out, your thighs clenching when instead of his hard cock nudging your slit, a velvety-soft warmth licked at your opening, eager and hungry, wasting no time and opening you further, the tip of his tongue pushing in, his lips sucking every drop you offered. Blood rushed to your head and to your centre, fingertips tingling, your most sensitive parts feeling like on fire. His beard was a stark contrast to the softness of his tongue, rough sensation making you dizzy. “Prof-“

His fingers applied pressure on your clit again, the circling motions making your head spin, your thighs shake again with the intensity of the approaching orgasm as professor Rogers fucked you with his tongue relentlessly, reaching even deeper, flicking his tongue and driving you absolutely crazy with pleasure.

A cry ripped from your throat as your climax shook your whole world, knees giving out, your fingers weakly clutching at the edge of the desk, your body slack against the wood. And he didn’t stop. He helped you ride it out with vigour, humming against your cunt, sending aftershocks through your veins. Only when he stopped, you felt you could finally breathe— his mouth moved just a fraction, a sting on your inner thigh as he sucked a mark of possession, one he kissed afterwards; even in your haze, a soft warmth enveloped your heart. Not a mindless fuck.

“Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t help myself…” he muttered to your skin, stroking, squeezing, kissing, moving up and whispering to your hair. Did he just apologize…? “You’re even sweeter than I hoped.”

Your heart fluttered, your hand blindly finding his as it still clutched on your waist. He didn’t retreat, gently squeezing back, knocking the breath out of you when he simultaneously entered you, his whole length in one swift motion, sinking so easily into your weeping cunt.

Professor Rogers moaned as you gasped, your core instinctively clenching around him.

“So tight… so good-“

His hands moved to your hips, his cock driving in and out, slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, his thick member stretching you pleasantly after such delicious preparation.

“Professor Rogers,” you gasped when he hit the right spot, his grip tightening.

“That it, babygirl?” he teased, purposely changing the angle, barely brushing your g-spot with his next thrust. You couldn’t help the mewl of frustration, attempting to shift and help yourself, only to meet with the steely hold he had on you. “Ah-ah, none of that, babygirl… you want more? Want me to make good on my promise?”

You really wanted to sneer at him, to snap, but—God, he moved so right the next moment, giving you another taste of the delicious sensation and you nodded fiercely, only for him to still in his movements, thumbs drawing a circle on your skin.

“Yes,” you voiced your request then, earning a satisfied hum and a tap of his fingers. Words are good, now do better, you almost heard him say and you clenched your jaw in frustration. For God’s sake- “Yes, please.”

“Please what?” he urged you as he rolled his hips lazily, dragging his cock alongside your walls so painfully slow.

You sighed, rocking yours hips just a bit – vainly, again.

“Please, fuck me against the desk… Professor Rogers.”

It worked like a charm, a kiss landing between your clothed shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” he hummed, the praise giving you as much joy as it did to him, apparently. “Brace yourself, sweetheart, I’m not holding back on you. I waited long enough…”

And that he did; the lecture had been a torture until it changed into a different kind of-

The half-unpleasant memory vanished from your mind, quickly replaced by the sensation of his length filling you up again, and again, again, speeding up, angling his hips so he finally hit the spot you craved to have stimulated, driving in and out with force that made you see stars, sharp gasps escaping your lips with each thrust.

You clutched at the table, unable to hold still, trying to meet him halfway, adding to the pleasure that had tears gathering behind your closed eyelids.

“Shit, I’m gonna-“ he groaned and freed one of his hands in favour to take you with him, playing with your clit and making you moan his name as the coil in your abdomen snapped again, causing you clench around him. It tipped him over the edge and you felt him spill into you, some of his seed tickling your opening as he rode his climax out.

You were both breathing heavily as his body laid over yours, the sweat gathering on your forehead and back be damned. You melted into the comfort his weight offered, pleasantly surprised when one of his hands found yours, still on the edge of the desk, fingers interlacing, a wet sloppy kiss landing on the side of your neck.

You could feel him soften inside you, a new sensation that felt strangely intimate, and yet he stayed a little longer.

“Stay right here, babygirl,” he rasped out, the warmth of him disappearing as he stood up fully and pulled out.

You obeyed despite not being sure what was about to happen… your first thought was a photo and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

However, your first thought was wrong.

You heard rustle as he pulled out a wet-wipe, a sharp exhale following – warming it up, you realized later – and then he carefully cleaned you up, soft and wary of how sensitive you were, his mission ending with a brief kiss on the spot where the bitemark was probably already blooming.

“You can get up,” he encouraged you, standing by your side, hands hovering as if ready to catch you.

Now your head spun for a whole different reason. What the hell was happening? What was he doing? What did this mean? You weren’t about to complain in the slightest, but… what.

Professor Rogers was observing you wordlessly, intense gaze you couldn’t hope to understand and you couldn’t help the shame warming up your cheeks, knowing that even with waterproof mascara and quality lipstick, you were far from looking perfect – and still, he appeared to be feasting his eyes on you.

Before you could try and fix it, he caught your hand halfway to your face, planting a kiss on your wrist and reaching for another tissue, taking care of it himself.

You were rendered speechless, eyes wide, lips parted as his own spread in a gentle smile, gaze almost fond as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“Pretty girl,” was all he said, a kiss landing on your forehead, causing your breath to hitch, your eyelashes fluttering as you blinked several times, unable to comprehend.

You were too stunned to say a single word, frozen on spot and yet you could feel your bones melting under his gaze, still unwavering, focused, boring into yours.

Neither of you made an attempt to move – neither of your reached for your handbag so you could be on your way. You just stood there in silence, lost in how incredibly handsome, beautiful he was up-close, finally having time to fully appreciate it – and with the softness of his features, you felt yourself fall for him, caught in the safety net of his kind eyes.

Your mouth opened uselessly and the pad of thumb moved to run over your lips, ending up in the corner of your mouth, raising it in a lopsided smile.

“You called me my first name,” he whispered, effectively bursting your blissful bubble and invading it with horror.

Oh god, you had? When—oh. Oh. Now you recalled it, a tiny bit horrified that you actually called him ‘Steve’ when reaching your peak.

“I’m sor-“

He shook his head and before you could finish, he pulled you in for another kiss, slow, deep and meaningful, his arm curling around your waist as if he couldn’t get you close enough and once again, you weren’t about to complain, placing one palm on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck instead.

“I liked it,” he breathed to your mouth, pecking your lips once more before releasing you. “I’ll see you next week, Miss Clark.”

You nodded automatically, still stunned by the whole turn of events and accepted the handbag he gently handed you.

“…thanks,” you muttered and let him lead you out of the office.

When he unlocked the door, you readjusted your dress, making sure that in any normal circumstances people could see the lack of your underwear; what a reminder of Professor Rogers – Steve – being no less kinky than the first time, no matter how his demeanour now. You glanced at his face again and lost all remnants of sanity.

You placed your hand on his broad impressive bicep and dropped a light kiss on his cheek, enjoying the tickle of his beard once more.

“I’ll see you,” you echoed his words, meeting his twinkling eyes before walking out of the door.

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Steve had to blink several times as he finished reading, trying to get a grasp on reality again, the words and images still swimming in front of his eyes. He needed few moments to process what he just read for more than one reason; he certainly didn’t feel sleepy as he had naively hoped.

He found the story hot, yeah, he wasn’t kidding himself, he was rock hard and aching, but what took him aback greatly and rendered him speechless was the sentiment. The shift in the relationship, the parts of Steve you got to know that you had implemented into the story with ease, the story in which ‘Miss Clark’ was surprised by the professor’s affection.

Steve read in the words the same astonishment and tender awe he saw in your eyes when you first exchanged ‘I love you’, after he had read the very start of this story for the first time and told you that he loved your mind as well.

Even when he glanced at your form now, so tempting in his bed, practically begging for him to satiate the hunger that your words spurred, it was impossible to ignore the warmth in his chest, his heart suddenly feeling too big for his ribcage.

Delicately placing the pages down, he turned off the lamp and carefully made his way to you, the mattress dipping under his weight, the motion drawing an adorable but barely audible whimper from you. Steve smiled for himself and slid beside you, curling his arms around your form and pulling you to his chest as much as he could without poking you with his hard-on, having decided to ignore it until it went away. He just-- honestly, he wouldn’t say no, but just holding you would suffice tonight.

You melted into his body so trustingly and naturally it made his heart ache and sing at the same time—God, he loved you. Then, as your mind registered that he was technically not supposed to be there, your form stiffened before pressing into him further, curling in his embrace, allowing him to nuzzle his nose in your hair.

“Hi,” you greeted him sleepily, but no less sweetly.

Steve dropped a kiss to the back of your head, his smile widening. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m okay, I’m glad to be home and you can go back to sleep.”

“Mm-mm, thanks for the report.”

You turned your head to catch his lips in a welcome kiss, one Steve wouldn’t refuse in a million years; sleepy, a bit sloppy, but one that tasted like home. Yours. And with both of you smiling into it.

“Welcome back. I missed you.”

He brushed the strand of your hair from your face, kissing you once more at your admission.

“Missed you more.”

Your grin only widened when you rolled over to him fully, tangling your limbs with his and accidently – possibly on purpose – brushing his erection with your thigh. He hissed despite himself and he would swear he could see a glint of mischief in your eyes despite the lack of light in the room.

“Oh, I see how it is, you missed me,” you giggled adorably and Steve couldn’t bring himself to be exasperated at you breaking the magic of the moment. And he certainly didn’t feel like telling you what exactly got him into this state – at least not now.

“Not just like that,” he grumbled and you giggled once more, finding his lips with yours, your hand surprisingly moving to rest on his chest, right over his heart, rather than heading down his torso.

“I’m hopeful,” you whispered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes and even in the dark, Steve felt his heart stutter. God, you were beautiful. Breath-taking. His. “But we should take care of this.”

Your hand slid considerably lower, giving some attention to his aching hard-on, softly curling your fingers around it and stroking and his resolve was slowly – very quickly – turning non-existent.

“I didn’t want to wake you at all. You need to sleep-“ he tried out weakly and you eyed him again, kissing his sternum, still smiling.

“Don’t feel sleepy. And I missed you too. In all the ways possible. I want to feel you, Steve.”

And fuck, he was lost. To your hands, to your lips, to your voice – when did it grow so sultry? –, to the smell of your shampoo and bodywash and your skin and to your damn face he couldn’t even see properly.

“Hey,” he mumbled in a spur of the moment, catching your hand to still your delicate strokes before they clouded his mind completely.

You blinked in an understandable surprise; but he had an important thing to say, simultaneously making a mental note to emphasize it again when telling you he read the second story too.

“Wha-“

“I truly missed you, sweetheart. I love you.”

Your surprise melted into something much softer and Steve couldn’t but meet your lips again, catching a glimpse of that same awe he marvelled at when reading. Your fingers in his hair were an epitome of bliss as you kissed him back with care.

“I love you too, Steve. So much…” you vowed and then there were no more words needed.

Steve devoured your lips, your body, revelling in every soft sigh of his name. And soon worn out after you both tipped over the edge, you fell asleep, tucked under the covers in his arms, the pair of you finally sleeping soundly again after being apart.

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‘One-shot’ Hurtful Words part 1

S.R. masterlist

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Thank you for reading :-*

I felt like I owe it to you, to them and to myself after the story she was writing didn’t get to be read (Steve caught her writing it). I hope you enjoyed :)

I’m thinking one more one-shot, maybe, will see how it goes, I’ll be pretty busy from the next week, so...

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Through The Utility Closet Part 3: Get Tested

Y/N had never been a fan of hospitals. In fact, she had gone above and beyond in her efforts to avoid going to them. She thought she could probably count all of her hospital visits on her fingers. Thankfully, she was a fairly healthy individual, so it wasn't hard for her to stay out of the Emergency room. They were too sterile, too clean, and everyone was always bustling and grumping around, and poking and prodding all the time. Y/N knew that the hospital wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable place to spend time, but she definitely was of the opinion that steps could be made to make it at least comfortable. Or hospitable, if you'll excuse the joke.

Still, she was in a new dimension, apparently, and so exceptions must be made when it comes to personal dislikes against institutions. She wanted to get home, after all, and this was a necessary step. In order for these scientists to send her back home, they must figure out where exactly she is from, otherwise they could end up sending her to a completely wrong place or time or what have you, and that would just be a disaster.

Once she was up on the exam table, Y/N did her best to appear friendly to the business-like nurse. She was quick and efficient as she hooked Y/N up to at least different machines, and tied a rubber band around her upper arm. For a moment, Y/N was worried that these strangers might be shooting her full of drugs, but then she remembered that this was simply routine for drawing blood. She hoped that medical procedures weren't too different in this world from her own.

Y/N was relieved when the nurse brought in a tray of empty vials and begin to explain what she was doing.

"I'm going to draw some blood so we can do some tests. I'll also need a hair sample, and I'm going to do a saliva swab as well, just so we can take a look at your DNA. How's that sound?"

"Invasive."

The nurse smiled. "I promise you'll barely feel a thing. The swab will be oral, same as checking for strep."

The nurse did her tests, and then let a few scientists in lab coats in. They pulled up chairs in front of the exam table and introduced themselves, although Y/N forgot their names as soon as she heard them.

"Okay, so I guess the first question is for you to introduce yourself and where you're from."

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm from (hometown) in (country). I was working at one of my jobs when I fell through an inter dimensional portal and ended up here."

"Good start. Can you tell me about the planetary system from your home world?"

"I guess so." Y/N thought about it for a second, trying to remember those astronomy lessons from many years ago. "Earth is the third planet from the Sun, which is the centre of the system. Then there's Mercury, Mars, Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, and I think I'm missing some. I can't remember the order, sorry, I've never been good at planets."

"That's all right. Can you tell me how many days in a year?"

"365."

"And how old are you?"

"22."

"And how old do people usually live to be?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe anywhere from 70 to 90 years?" Should have paid for attention in stats class.

"How big are spiders in your world?"

"Some of them are super tiny, like you can barely see them. And then some of them are huge, like a dinner plate."

"I see. And how big are chickens?"

"What?"

"How big are chicken? I know it's a weird question, but some worlds have gigantic chickens that actually prey on humans."

"Thats, um, disturbing. But my chickens are normal size? Like small enough to fit in an oven."

"Ok, well that's good. "

There where more questions like this, some about history and some about geography and flora and fauna. When they were all done, the scientists discussed for a minute by themselves.

"Okay, well, from what we can tell, your world is incredibly similar to our own, with the major differences likely being social development. You say you don't have the Avengers in your world?"

"No, we don't have any superheroes or superpowers at all. I wish, though."

"Yeah, that makes sense. How much do you know about inter-dimensional portals?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Ok, well that's fair, it's a tough subject. So pretty much, each dimension has kind of bridges to reach out to other dimensions. When two bridges line up, there's a chance for people or things to cross over."

"Okay, that makes sense I guess."

"A lot of the time, these bridges go unnoticed. Some dimensions are connected permanently, some are connected cyclicly, and some are connected for less than a second at a time, which makes them extra hard to track. You with me so far?"

Y/N nodded.

"Don't worry if you don't get it. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we might have a hard time tracking down your world."

"Okay, but how long do you think it'll take? How long does it normally take?"

The scientists shifted uncomfortably. "Well that's the thing. There is an infinite amount of universes you could be from, and it'll take a while to narrow it down to just the most likely. From there, we would have to figure out what kind of bridges they all have, and figure out how to predict it, and then figure out a way to send you back."

"Oh, that does sound complicated. So like a month?"

They glanced at each other. "We've never done this before, and we've never sent anyone back through a bridge."

"Two months?"

"Maybe a year."

"What?"

"I said, maybe a year?"

"I'm going to be here for a year."

"Maybe, like I said we've never done this before so we can't really give you an idea of how long it will take."

"Oh my God."

"We're very sorry. We'll give you some space."

The scientists left, and the nurse from before came back in and started unhooking Y/N from the monitors.

"We've run all the tests we need to, dear. Do you have any questions?"

"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin."

"That's understandable. We'll have your results back in a few hours, and that'll help the scientists get a head start on where you're from. I've got your clothes here, if you step through that door you'll be able to change in privacy."

Y/N nodded and jumped off of the table, gathering her clothes in her rooms and she quickly walked across the cold floor to the changing room. She pulled on her work clothes, which consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, but opted to leave the apron and baseball cap off. There was no need to wear them here. Y/N put her shoes back on, simple canvas slip-ons, and reflected on what she had just learned. Here are the facts.

1. She had magically teleported through a door.

2. She was now stuck in a world that apparently had superheroes.

3. The superheroes had no idea how to get her back, or how long it would take to figure it out.

4. She was stuck.

Now, a normal person might cry when they considered this situation. But, Y/N was not a normal person. She had the fun meal-deal of anxiety and depression, and at this moment, she thanked her ill little brain for causing her to overthink every little scenario so she would be prepared for the worst to happen. Of course, none of those thoughts covered time and dimension travel, but they had covered a sudden zombie apocalypse, so it was just a matter of adjusting the survival strategy. Find shelter, find friends, and fight to live.

So far, Y/N had maybe found friends. The Avengers seemed like a friendly bunch, if oddly beautiful, and Sam had offered his basement as shelter. Now, all she had to do was figure out the day to day stuff. Get a job, live a life, and get back to her world.

So she stepped out of the changing room back into the hallway, and say the Avengers gathered around. They all turned to her as the door closed behind her.

"And what did you find out from the scientists, Y/N?" Vision asked.

"Well, they tried explaining how inter-dimensional portals work. That went way over my head. But basically, I'm gonna be stuck here for a while until they can figure out where I'm from and figure out how to get me back. So, I guess I'm going to need to find a job or something pretty quick."

Tony shook his head and stepped to the front of the group. "That won't be necessary. I'm loaded, and I'll make sure you're set up to not need anything."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? You just flew through outer space into a whole new world, and you're worried about getting a job? Come on, live a little! You look like you work too hard. What work do you do?"

"At which job?"

"Well how many do you have?"

"Three."

"Holy moly."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Y/N shrugged. "I get bored."

"So you work?"

"Beats sitting around on my ass."

"Fair point. Well anyways, enjoy the vacation for now, and in the future if you still want a job, we'll have to figure out the proper documents. For now, enjoy your vacation! I'm loaded, and this is the perfect opportunity to share, okay?"

"If you really want to, I mean, I don't mind working."

"Clearly, you have three jobs. Psycho. But no, I don't mind. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't accept my offer."

"Okay, well, then, thanks!"

"No problem. I already gave Sam a credit card for you, so you can go shopping on your way to his house. You do know how to work a credit card, right?"

Y/N grinned. "Yes, Tony, I know how to work a credit card. My world apparently isn't that different from this one, just a few small differences I guess."

"Good. Alright, well, roll out, team."

The Avengers dissipated until it was just Sam, Steve, and James standing around with Y/N.

"So you're still coming with us, right?" Sam asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, of course."

"Not at all. It'll be nice having a girl in the house, for once."

The group of four started walking down the long hallway.

"So do you just collect strays, Sam?" Y/N asked, curious of why he was so eager to offer his spare room to a total stranger.

Before he could answer, Steve cut in. "Yeah, I mean, why else did you think we lived with him?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you were in a band, or really good gym buddies, or maybe even a throuple."

Sam choked on a laugh, but Bucky and Steve looked confused. "What's a throuple?" James asked.

"It's like a couple, but instead of it being two people, it's three." Y/N explained.

"And you thought?" Steve almost looked offended.

"Look, sorry, I don't know what's normal for you here, and I didn't want to assume it was all platonic!"

Sam was dying laughing. "You thought -" he had to lean on a wall to keep standing upright. "Man, we're just good friends, and these two have absolutely no credit, so it's hard for them to find places to stay."

"Ah. I guess being a superhero might not pay well."

"Well, I mean there are other reasons too, but yeah let's go with that." Steve didn't exactly want to jump this poor girl with the fact that he was also over 100 years old and had been frozen for a while. She had enough to worry about.

Y/N didn't pursue the other reasons, because they had finally exited the building and she was looking around, comparing this new world to her own. It was dark out, because it was night. She looked down the street and saw a McDonalds sign, which made her smile. At least she could have her chicky nugs if things got too tough. Turns out this world was just like hers, just with a bit of a different history. A lot more violence, hence the need for superheroes.

They got into the car, and Sam drove them to a mall, where they spent an hour and a half hopping around to different stores to get stuff. Y/N got used to spending someone else's money, and she definitely took advantage of the three guys following her around who offered, nay, insisted on carrying her bags. However, she insisted on going into the drugstore alone so she could collect toiletries.

She grabbed a cart (and honestly who uses a cart in a drugstore unless you have serious money to spend) and spent about 45 minutes going up and down most of the aisles to find what she needed. Luckily, the products were exactly the same as she was used to, so it was only a matter of finding exactly what she needed.

When Y/N finally walked out, she spotted her new companions sitting down on one of those middle-of-the-mall benches that are intended for senior citizens and mothers with rowdy children and men waiting for women to finish their shopping.

"Got everything you need?" Sam asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Yup."

"Alright, let's head home. You feel like pizza for dinner?"

"What's pizza?" Y/N deadpanned, and the three guys looked shocked.

"You don't know what pizza is?" Steve asked.

"Nope, never heard that word before in my life."

"Seriously?"

"Why would I joke about it?"

"You've never had pizza before." James reiterated.

"Nope. What is it?"

"No, you gotta experience it." Sam smiled and started walking back the way they had come.

Steve and James were perfect gentleman, and oddly strong as well, but Y/N again did not complain when they grabbed her bags from the drugstore. She opened doors for them as they went out to the parking lot.

Once they were back in the car, Sam got on his phone and ordered pizza that would be delivered right as they got home, provided traffic cooperated. Y/N spent the drive looking out the window at all the lights and people she saw, and didn't pay much attention to the conversation the guys were having. Nothing looked too out of the ordinary, except for the whole superhero thing.

Once they got to Sam's house, a tidy little bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood, they unloaded the car and headed inside. Steve and James ran downstairs to put Y/N's bags in her room, while Sam gave her a tour.

As they were walking down a hallway, Y/N stopped to look at family pictures hanging on the wall.

"Is this your family?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's my sister and her two boys. They've grown a lot since that picture was taken though."

"They look like lots of fun."

"They're a handful, that's for sure."

"And these are your parents?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "They passed a few years ago, that's the last picture we ever took of them both together."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Sam shook his head as Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "They have really kind eyes." She said, her gaze returning to the picture.

"They were the kindest people I've ever known." Sam said, and just then, the doorbell rang. "Sounds like the pizzas here."

Y/N could hear the two boys thundering back up the stairs as she followed Sam to the front door. She expected that he would need help carrying all the food in.

She was right. The delivery driver had to go back to his car to get a second load of pizza. Y/N brought the first load into the kitchen and got a few plates down from the cupboard.

"Oh, good, you found the plates!" Sam said as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Yeah, lucky guess."

They set the table in silence as Steve and James washed up, and then they sat down for dinner.

Sam decided he wanted to know more about Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Ok, well," Y/N hated this questions, because how do you boil yourself down to just a few facts? She just wished people would ask direct questions, because she could answer questions if they were clear. She hated vagueness. "I'm 22, I still live, or lived, with my parents. I like dogs. My favourite colour is yellow. I have three jobs, as a nanny, in retail, and also at a Bubble Tea shop in my hometown. What else do you want to know?"

"Well that's a lot. Why do you have three jobs?" Steve asked.

Y/N shrugged, having to explain her workaholic tendencies twice in a day. "I get bored. And I like working, keeps life interesting."

"I'll bet. What do you do for fun?"

"I read a lot. And I like to go to the lake. And crochet."

"What kind of books do you read?" Steve asked.

"It depends. Sometimes fantasy, sometimes mystery. I read a lot of those cheap drugstore romances."

"Wait, you crochet?" Sam asked. "What are you, a grandma?"

"Like a crazy, chaotic grandma, kinda. I drink a lot of tea and wear a lot of sweaters, sorry for being comfy!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes. "How do you like the pizza?" Sam asked.

"Well," Y/N waggled her head back and forth, debating how to break the ruse. "Not the best I've ever had, but it's close."

"Wait, you've had pizza before?"

"Yes."

"You said before though-"

"And you believed me?Rookie move, gentlemen."

"Why would you trick us?" They weren't mad, just a little confused. And amused. James hadn't really said much since they sat down for dinner, but he grinned and chuckled at the confused looks on his friends faces.

Y/N shrugged. "Gotta keep you guys on your toes, yaknow?" They all laughed. "But hey, tell me more about you guys. You're super soldiers? What does that even mean?"

Sam and Steve took turns explaining who they were, and how the Avengers came to be. They didn't touch too much on James, who excused himself fairly into the evening. He was a little shy and quiet around newcomers, apparently, but Y/N wasn't bothered. She had bigger things to worry about than someone being shy around her.

When the talking turned to yawns, Sam offered to show Y/N to her room. He took her down the stairs into the basement, which opened up into a spacious rec room. There was a massive TV and a pool table. Down a short hallway were the two previously spare rooms, both of which were now occupied by strays that Sam had picked up. The only bathroom was unfortunately across the basement, but Y/N didn't foresee any problems with that.

Sam explained how every room had it's own colours for sheets and towels and stuff, and Y/N was very impressed with how domestically organized he was turning out to be.

Sam went back upstairs, and Y/N took a few minutes to settle in. She would unpack and run her new clothes through the laundry tomorrow, but for now all she wanted was a hot shower and a good long nights sleep.

She went into the bathroom, and saw that James had already made space for her stuff in the shower caddy, on the towel rack, and in the medicine cabinet above the sink. With a smile on her face, she put her few new belongings in those empty spaces, then drug herself through the shower and fell into her bed, exhausted.

Before her eyes closed, Y/N considered what had happened to her today. In a new dimension, living with three strange yet wonderful men, something that would be sure to give her mother a heart attack. And yet, she was excited for the morning to come. Part of her hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would wake up in her home world, and she would be surrounded by people she knew and recognized. That's what a normal person would hope for in this situation, right?

But as I've told you before, Y/N is no normal person, and the other part of her was wishing that when she woke up, she would still be here, in Sam's house. She wanted to opportunity to explore, so see what else was out there. Maybe she'd discover a new life, a new chance to be the person she had wished to be but never got the chance. Whatever happened, she knew that tomorrow would be full questions, and hopefully a few answers. She hoped, anyways.

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jessisvibing · 4 years ago

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for the obscure asks: ALL OF THEM!

Oh gosh okay

1. Fave way to dress

Glam. Like Steve summers, Sami yaffa, and mark slaughter all had a child

2. If I could change anything about myself

Probably either my stomach or my face but perhaps i would just like a new self esteem

3. What movie/game/etc helps me calm down

Rock n roll high school

4. What does your room smell like?

Depends if I wanna use the hot chocolate candle, the marshmallow whatever it is candle or the one that reminds me of Disney.

5. Do you like to organize?

Oh heck I have to be organized or it bothers me.

6. What kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one?

If we mean genre then perhaps 2000s Finnish rock. Or maybe 80s glam. But if we’re going for bands Poison and Pretty Boy Floyd never get old.

7. What song is your aesthetic?

MOONCHILD!!!

The song, the video, ALL OF IT!

8. What color do you think goes best with your personality?

Although my favorite color is green I’m usually associated with black or red.

I’ve been told if I was a color I was without a doubt the color black

9. Do you believe in auras?

Perhaps so.

10. What do you wish you hated but actually like?

Apulanta 😂

Well not really but it’s hard to explain them to people. I could probably name a few things but nothing comes to mind off the top of my head.

11. Vague about your crushes.

Well, he’s got the most beautiful eyes and voice and the warmest smile. I think he lives in France with his girlfriend so he’ll never like me but something about him just gives me a warm feeling. He has a message with his music and I just wish I could be like him. Is that too much to be vague?

This ones definitely been through a lot but I feel like I need to try and make a difference in his life. Frankie knows who he is cause I’ve told her this before but ever since I first discovered him I fell in love with him and most people don’t support that I like him but that’s okay. He’s funny to me and his music is comforting to me.

12. Is there someone you have mixed feelings towards?

It’s hard to pinpoint my emotions. Especially when I first meet people. Sometimes I just don’t know how I feel about one of my friends that I dated once. Do I love him or not? I’d like to know.

13. An Au or story I came up with.

I have a lot of crack stories about poison and Jekyll and Hyde I’ve yet to write. All I gotta say is cc’s insults give me life.

14. Do you like makeup?

I liked it better on me when my hair was long now I just don’t vibe with it but concealer has saved my life a few times. It’s just better on guys.

15. Do you prefer space or ocean?

Y’know it may come as a surprise but I’ve always kinda wanted to visit space. I absolutely love the stars and I’m kinda a space geek.

16. If I could pick any planet besides earth, where would I live?

I wanna say Uranus as a joke but on a serious note I think Venus or Mars would be neat.

17. What form of government do you like most?

Monarchy. It’s just easier than this american shit.

18. What animal would I keep as a pet?

Omg omg I always wanted a snow ermine🥰

19. What do you think the purpose of our universe is?

Well I’m a Christian so I could go deep into it but I’ll just leave it at that.

20. Do you believe in god(s)?

Yes if my last answer wasn’t obvious enough.

21. Is there a song you can’t handle listening to even tho I like it.

It was hard enough to get into this song but when I discovered why mark wrote it it’s hard not to cry when I hear it.

22. What ex do you miss most?

Well I wouldn’t quite say I miss any of them. I’m still best friends with my most recent. I feel like I haven’t found a great relationship yet. Sorry val babe.

23. Do you like soft fluffy rough or smooth blankets.

I have a fluffy one hanging on my bed frame haha.

24. What is your fave thing to learn about?

Hmm I love a lot of stuff, as much as finnish fascinates me I absolutely adore mythology.

25. What country’s history do you find most interesting?

I’ve been in too many American history classes to enjoy it anymore. The Finnish history is very neat to me.

26. What do you think about genderbent characters?

Heck I used to love them but now I’m neutral

Perhaps depends on the character.

27. What breakup was the hardest.

Oh none hit me very hard but my last boyfriend took it the worst I’d bet.

28. Do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend?

Still with Val. I just don’t know how to feel.

29. What do you think about tumblr discourse?

Ugh I came here to get away from it but as long as it’s sporadical and not constant I can put up with it.

30. What instrument do you wish you could master?

I’d just like to pursue bass decently rn, we’ll talk about that later.

One day I’ll drum hot for teacher. I just needa buy a better drum set. I guess just being able to play both instruments decently would be a blessing.

31. How easy is it for you to be honest?

As easy as it is to lie.

I’m very honest and trustworthy but I could also be the exact opposite.

32. Do you have any strange interests?

Oh god okay so while y’all are over here obsessing over guys hands I can’t help but look at their stomach like omg I just wanna lay on it while my man tells me how much he loves me.

It’s not weird but I love Finnish accents. Just less common to hear someone say that rather than English.

Well I could go on and list a lot of stuff but then again

33. Do you have any strange fears?

Peter steele 🤣

Obviously a joke but anyways

34. What food do you binge when you’re lazy?

Fries usually but I could eat pasta or fish sticks or rice galore.

35. When you get angry how do you show it?

Usually through cursing a lot but when I’ve got the hots for someone I curse a lot too. I speak more violently when I’m mad though I probably won’t act as violent as I sound. Don’t be afraid.

However as much as I say it I will gladly break your nose and you’d better believe it so it better not come to that point.

36. Do you have any impulsive movements?

Eh idunno but when I get bored I’ll put my index finger on my nose (up to about my eye. So if my hand is on my nose you better spice up the topic.) oh I also play with my hair when I get bored.

And if I get anxious it’ll be obvious. I’ve also been told when I get scared I have a death grip so if you try and work up my nerves just expect your hand to be broken 😝

37. What do you listen to music on?

That depends. If I want 80s music I’ll go to amazon, if it’s not on Amazon or I want something specific from Spotify then I go to YouTube. If I don’t know what I want or I want Finnish music I’ll go to Spotify.

38. Are you left brained or right brained?

I don’t think I have a brain. As much as my mom wants to tell me I’m left I seem to be more right brained.

39. Earbuds or headphones?

Ugh earbuds. I don’t like headphones unless I’m using my Walkman. Headphones are so 2010s/elementary school 😂

40. Do you like light blankets or heavy?

Meh light. I just don’t get the thing about heavy blankets. Plus they’re frustrating to get settled in.

Yay that was super fun! Thank you!!

#I enjoyed how time consuming that was.

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babycakes-rps · 4 years ago

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Answers to questions from an ask post. The relative word to each god is italicized. Find the ask post in the reblog

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Aphrodite: The fact that I care about people is the thing I love most about myself.

Apollo: Im decent at many things, but I don’t have enough skill in any area to consider it a talent.

Ares: A small thing that makes me angry is when people think that ghosting is a good way to cut contact with people. If you dont wanna talk to someone any more, just fucking tell them that.

Artemis: I’m hunting for a purpose in life. And determination and motivation because I have none.

Athena: My best subject in elementary school was math; after that it was English/writing/reading.

Demeter: I miss the two people who were my best friends in high school. I still like to think of them as my best friends, only because I don’t want to admit that they stopped being good friends to me years ago.

Dionysus: I extremely rarely drink alcohol. I hate the taste. And the smell. The only thing I’ll have is a strawberry daiquiri, and only if I can’t taste the rum in it. I have had exactly two daiquiris that were not virgin. All other alcohol I taste and gag like a 3-year-old eating liver.

Eros: I define my sexuality as bisexual, but it might actually be homosexual biromantic.

Gaia: My favorite place in the world is honestly my couch. Somewhere I’ve wanted to go though is up north to see Aurora Borealis

Hades: I have never had a near-death experience.

Hecate: I think that magic is hard to have an opinion on. If it exists, I’m cool with it.

Helios: I do sunburn easily, but I do not tan easily. I don’t understand how people can lay there and tan. The sun is hot, guys.

Hephaestus: The coolest thing I’ve ever made is a design on a shirt that I did freehand.

Hera: I am the jealous type.

Hermes: I definitely have stolen things.

Hestia: My home away from home is at a dance studio. Or any open area that I can make into my own dance studio.

Hyperion: I prefer sunsets to sunrises because you have to be up early to see sunrises and that’s not my thing.

Hypnos: My most recent dream was about I have no idea. I rarely have coherent dreams. They make no sense.

Iris: My favorite color palette is maybe bright colors?

Kronos: I don’t think I’ve ever eaten anything stupid.

Nemesis: A time I helped deliver justice is...it’s not justice per se but it may very well have saved a life when I called the police on my friend when she was in eighth grade and was home alone texting me increasingly suicidal ideas

Nike: My most recent accomplishment is just finishing a craft.

Nyx: My favorite nighttime activity is performing some big number to an audience of my empty living room.

Pan: I honestly don’t do a lot for fun. I write. I like acting. I loge dancing but I’m not good at it. My biggest pass time is definitely television.

Persephone: I don’t have a favorite season. Idk...Pilot Season.

Poseidon: My favorite sea creature is um..I like otters and seals and dolphins and manatees and polar bears and penguins.

Rhea: My favorite type of nature is waterfalls.

Selene: What the..who has a favorite phase of the moon? I don’t know- a waxing crescent?

Tartarus: My personal hell is a place without creativity or expression.

Thanatos: I really, really hate those white people who hate every group of people, ya know? They’re against immigrants and foreigners and women and every imaginable religion or race.

Uranus: My zodiac sign is Capricorn, but I share very few traits with it.

Zeus: I like thunderstorms except for the ones where it sounds like someone is dropping a god-sized bowling ball onto your roof.

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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afraid (aristique) - melody

Summary: Plastique and Ariel couldn’t be happier, their love was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon: flourishing and flourishing. It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. Read on ao3 / writing blog /main blog

A/N: Hello! I’m melody, formerly mai as some of you might know me (or even as uranus trash sjfdhjfggjkhgjkf), and I decided to change my pen name because of some stuff so I hope you like this new brand <3 This is part of the feelings are chemicals!verse such as “chemistry” and “falling in love in a coffee shop”, so if you wanna catch up feel more than welcome <3. Hope you like this piece, as always thanks to the amazing @ artificialmeggie for beta reading this, I’ll be eternally grateful for having her in my life <3 My new url on the writing blog is “artificiallymelody” so feel free to follow!

Me: I can’t do this, I’m not going.

Ariel sighed, in the middle of her heavy tears as she typed the short sentence and threw her phone away in the bed - she was so messed up that she didn’t care if it was going to break or anything. That simple message revealed a lot of fear. She didn’t even care about what Vanessa - her best friend - would say. Vanije wasn’t the kind of girl who judged, but she knew she was persistent and would try to convince her at every cost.

Well, unfortunately her phone didn’t break, because it wouldn’t stop beeping. This time it wasn’t Vanessa, but her girlfriend, probably very worried about her. The same girlfriend she was going to let down, and who planned that whole night for them, who was the sweetest thing in the world. Ariel being such a coward probably hurt Plastique, and while Ariel had no sensibility when hurting other people, hurting her girlfriend made her want to punch herself in the face.

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞: C’mon Ariel… I already said I’m sorry

I know my parents are scary but please… You’re really making me sad by ignoring my texts

…I love you

If they ever hurt you I swear I’ll fight, you know I’d do anything for you babyyyyy

Just… Please

Ariel?

We can eat pizza at my place if you want, cancel all this stuff, I was excited and planned it with my heart but… I really care about you, just please answer my texts

You don’t need to go if you don’t want to

Guess I’ll have dinner alone with my parents then.

I really love you :( please don’t give up on me, on us… We’ve come so far

They’ve come so far… It was true. Ariel used to be very negative, she used to not be in touch with her feelings - hiding them, just as she was doing right now - and Plastique caught her attention since the first minute she saw her walking in the hallways of the Fashion Institute of Technology. They shared a very boring class in the course they were doing, and Plastique was the only thing that made her attend that class without fail.

It didn’t take long until they started flirting and having a fling. But it never was more than a fling because Ariel had ugly actions - pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside - that made her sad. When she saw that girl that gave her palpitations in the heart get away from her, she knew she needed to change, that she needed to stop being such a coward. She did it for Plastique, and for herself, and it worked: their love now was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon.

It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. They both came from wealthy families, but Ariel’s was more liberal than anything. They never minded their daughter liking girls - her mother was biseuxal, actually - and were the kind of bohemian rich family; traditionality was a thing she never knew. She liked that, that her mom was the boss and that her dad was her business partner, that they were a team, that they raised Ariel and incentives her to choose the path she wanted in her life - and ironically, to match her uncertain last name, she chose fashion.

Her surname was Versace, but she didn’t have a connection with the actual Versace family at all - what everyone mistook. She heard from her parents that her dad was a very distant bastard cousin from one of the Versaces and that was they preferred to have the name - it was pretty fancy after all. But her family’s wealth was concentrated on her parents company - that obviously didn’t take the Versace name, but used ‘’Neel’’ instead. That was her mom’s name.

Plastique’s family was a traditional family. The Edwards were pretty reserved, and if Plastique was shy, quiet, and polite nowadays it was because of the many etiquette classes she told Ariel her parents made her do. They weren’t very happy with her studying Fashion - they wanted the perfect Patricia Edwards to be a doctor or something - and Ariel was sure they would explode if they knew she was a lesbian.

It seemed like Plastique knew it too, because she told her parents Ariel was a boy. That was the reason she was a mess in first place; if meeting Ariel’s parents was already stressing, now it was impossible. She got to control herself thanks to Vanessa to meet her parents, and to find the perfect dress - Ariel’s dresses were ‘’too slutty’’ for Plastique’s parents fancy noses, but now all the control she had was falling apart.

Ariel just wanted to run away.

Vanije 👯‍♀️:

Bitch, put yourself together! I’ll be there in a minute, I love you

Well, she couldn’t, because nothing would stop Vanessa now. She knew the girl since they were dumb middle school girls, she knew she wouldn’t give up easily. Neither would Ariel.

Vanessa Vanije Matteo was what you called the most persuasive person in the world. She entered Ariel’s apartment determined, like solving Ariel’s mess depended on her life. Ariel cursed herself for giving her extra keys. Great, now it cost her peace and safe crying space. Vanije was like hurricane in her speech; she talked so fast that Ariel could swear she almost got thrown to the other side of the room.

‘’Bitch I’m here, get out of this bed right now! I’m here to-’’

As a defense mechanism to avoid that, she began to sing. She always sang when she was nervous or just trying to shake off the bad feelings, she knew that would distract Vanessa - and herself.

‘’ Bitch, I’m here to fuck you up,’’ Ariel sang, trying to clean up her tears and make some fun. ‘’Wanna make your bottle pop, ooh nah’’

‘’Ariel, my hoe, this isn’t time for Charli, you know how much I love her but I’m being serious-’’

‘’I’m ‘bout to drop!’’ Ariel yelled in Vanessa’s ears. ‘’Looking like wow.’’ Vanessa sighed: ‘’Are you really doing this, bitch? Are you testing me?’’

‘’We spending ‘cause we got this.’’

Vanessa rolled her eyes in redemption to Ariel’s loudly yelling: ‘’ These dollars all in my pockets’’

‘’I’m like a diamond in the sky, so high.’’ And they laughed, that was enough to make Ariel’s rough heart warmer, and less worried with everything and anything. There was a time where it was all laughs, no worries, just a warm friendship. Three years ago, when they were still in high school, Trophy came out and it automatically became the duo’s song to jam to. Ariel had lost the count of how many times they danced to it electrically at multiple parties.

But it was time for the laughs to go away, and the tears to take place. Ariel knew Vanije was persuasive, but she also felt so comfortable venting to her. She sobbed her heart out telling how much she loved Plastique, that her parents thought Ariel was a boy and when they found out the truth she would never see Plastique again. Even if they accepted her as a lesbian - which was hard - they would think their daughter was too good for her…

‘’Look at me.’’ Vanessa cleaned the black trails of mascara on Ariel’s face; it was dramatic - like she was a movie star.

‘’I can’t-’’

Her phone beeped again:

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞:

Ariel I swear to god, they are waiting for you, they are excited to meet you

A billion of angry replies passed on Ariel’s mind.

Me: Oh are they excited to meet me Patricia? Or are they excited to meet Ariel Versace the heterosexual boy?

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞: Hey you have all the right to be angry baby. Yes I know I screwed up, but I’m willing to tell them, we’ve got this… It’s all about our love. if hey ever hurt you I swear to god I’ll hurt them back.

Me: But dolly, you are baby you can’t hurt a fly

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞 For you I would kill a lot of flies >:(

No jk I wouldn’t kill the poor things :(, but I’d def fight my shitty parents

Ariel smiled to the phone, Vanessa placed a hand on her shoulder: ‘’You know she loves you, you love her. Are you going to stay here and cry? Watch a dumb girl movie with your best friend and eat more pizza than your diet allows?’’

It was one of Vanessa’s pep talks, and they always made Ariel laugh hard.

‘’…Or are you going to fight for her? Fight for Miss Patricia, she loves you! I’ve known you for an annoying amount of time, and I know Ariel motherfucking Versace doesn’t give up on anything!’’

It was true, Ariel would never give up on the girl who made her heart warm, or held her hand when she felt Ariel was scared - Ariel would never say she was, but Plastique knew. They would fight it together, she was Ariel, Versace or Neel. Her family never gave up, she would never give up… Now she had a face to redo, and a Vanije in the room putting on their old high school playlist.

‘’Let’s go lesbians’’

[…]

Looking flawless was a matter that Ariel mastered easily, so in a few minutes she looked like a goddess. Her white turtleneck dress wasn’t that short, and her makeup skills made her go from crying mess to dressed to impress. In theory she was constantly trying to remember herself - now in Vanessa’s voice - that she was enough, and that she and Plastique had this. But in practice she was tempted to start biting her nails - even if she just painted them.

The drive to the restaurant was chaotic for the very least to be said. Ariel wasn’t the best driver in the world - her parents surely were way too liberal, they gave her a car even if she was a disaster driving that - and now that she was nervous she was sure that she would have her car crashed and die - in fact, she almost did. What was she doing again when she was taking the driving lessons from her family’s chauffeur? Oh yeah, she remembered: she was reading fashion magazines instead, but in her defense if that car was a dress she would one hundred percent know how to make that cute with sneakers instead of heels.

With no car crashings - for her luck - and an impression eating fast timing, Ariel was in the restaurant. One of the fanciest restaurants of New York, the pressure was high. Plastique’s parents were really invested in knowing who her daughter was dating. Ariel went there before, so it wasn’t a problem for her; she liked the atmosphere of fancy restaurants a lot. She was scared, walking through the tables like a small fish in an ocean full of sharks - until she found the table of sharks she looked for so much.

Plastique’s parents were for the very least, classy, in an old school way - her dad wore a monocle, a monocle for world’s sake. Her mom had the biggest pearl necklace Ariel had ever seen, and a big beauty queen blonde her that was a big contrast with her bright blue eyes. She imagined them to be serious and rigid, Plastique’s dad surely seemed to be, but her mom talked loudly and witty about something - she seemed to be such a fun figure.

Ariel stopped observing, and in five steps that seemed to be five steps to her death, she shuttered a bunch of words she didn’t even processed right: ‘’G-goodnight’’

Plastique smiled in surprise to see her girlfriend, and blinked to her. Suddenly Ariel remembered why she had to do everything right: she would fight for her girl, you could be sure of that.

‘’Oh who’s this beauty darling?’’ Alyssa turned her head to Ariel with a friendly look. ‘’Aren’t you the bastard Versace children? I know your dad from college, honey we used to smoke pot together.’’

Plastique’s dad, an old serious Vietnamese man looked at Alyssa with the coldest look.

‘’What?! It was in college, stop being so grumpy’’

‘’Who are you? Are you Patricia’s friend? We were waiting for her boyfriend Ariel, we didn’t knew her friend was coming too.’’ Her dad split the words on Ariel’s face harshly, but it didn’t take Ariel down.

‘’In fact…’’ She smiled ‘’I’m Ariel, nice to meet you’’

The old man seemed like he was having a stroke; he literally choked on his drink with Ariel’s speech, while Alyssa had a kind of playful glow in her eyes. Plastique had a worried semblance, looking at her parents and to Ariel awkwardly.

‘’B-baby why don’t you sit?’’ Plastique shuttered.

‘’Baby? Are you kidding me, Patricia?’’ her dad yelled as Ariel took a seat beside Plastique.

‘’Look my dear, let the girl explain herself,’’ Alyssa intervened. ‘’Hi Ariel, we are excited to meet you aren’t we?’’

‘’…I’m not.’’ her dad looked at Ariel like he wanted to kill her. ‘’I’m not okay with the fact my daughter is a dyke, I’m sorry Alyssa but this won’t happen.’

‘’Dad, we didn’t even order…’’ Plastique seemed like she wanted to cry.

Damn, damn, damn. Ariel just wanted to hold her, she held her hand under the table, Plastique’s weak fingers squeezing Ariel’s in a cry for comfort. Ariel rubbed her thumb on Plastique’s hand, telling her everything was okay as they always did, it was such an intimate gesture in the middle of that whole hurricane.

She wanted the peace, the love, the healing they always felt when they were together. That moment was one thing, chaotic, and the poor fragile Plastique was in the middle of that. If she could, she would… She would fight her dad, but Ariel was paralyzed, she didn’t know how to react, just to hold Plastique’s hand as strong as she could.

‘’Do you even listen to yourself, Patricia? We raised you to be our heir, our treasure, you would marry a rich man and be an influential woman in high society… And if you marry… This girl, what will they think of you? She’s a bastard, and a girl! Do you think high society will accept you? Are you a lesbian now? Do you think a lesbian has success in her life?’’

Tears started to go down Plastique’s face. No, no, no… Ariel wanted to play with her hair until she calmed down, to kiss her forehead and make her the chamomile tea she knew she enjoyed that so much. Ariel wanted to be there for her, to fall asleep with her in her arms, the world would be a safe place. But now she could only rub her thumb on Plastique’s hand trying to give her the bare minimum of comfort she could at that moment.

‘’Well I am, but you never listened to me did you dad? Did you ever pay attention? And this girl here is the best thing that ever happened to me. She’s kind, she’s lovely, she has personality, and her arms are safer than any of your expensive security equipment could be. I love her!’’

‘’You don’t love her, we don’t approve this!’’

‘’I do, look at us, we are in love.’’ Plastique raised Ariel’s hand holding hers over the table, now it was visible - not just to her parents, but the whole restaurant was looking at them.

‘’Darling…’’

‘’Don’t interrupt me, Alyssa… Well, you can live without our money and with… this.’’ He looked at Ariel with the most disgusted face. ‘’Or fucking be normal and end this lesbian bullshit, right now’’

Violently crying, Plastique left the table and the restaurant, like a princess running away from her abusive, sick, and homophobic tower. Ariel’s first instinct was to go find her, outside the restaurant, sitting by the fountain, crying her soul out. She looked so weak, unprotected, now it was the right time to hold her. Ariel loved that girl so much… Usually, she made people cry, but seeing Plastique cry was like experiencing a thunderstorm.

‘’Baby…’’ she held her, she held her as tightly as she ever had Plastique sobbed even more. ‘’Shh, shh, I’m here, it’s okay.’’ She kissed her forehead.

‘’Don’t look at me I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry… This was such a dumb idea… I just thought they would change, that they loved me.’’

‘’No it wasn’t, you’re perfect Patricia, they are bullshit. Fuck it if they disown you, I have money, I can afford a pretty comfortable life for both of us baby, my parents would love you… God they would never stop talking about you, in fact I think they would like you more than they like me.‘’

‘’I don’t wanna be a weight for you Ariel, I’m such a failure…’’

‘’No you aren’t’’ Alyssa’s voice was irreplaceable. ‘’My daughter is everything but a failure, and I know that since I saw her stupid cute face after long hours of labor.’’

‘’Mom, what are you doing here?’’ Plastique asked surprised, cleaning her tears.

‘’Do you think I was going to support your father on his bullshit?’’

‘’Well…’’

“Sweetheart, I love you, and I’m sure Miss Thing here is as lovely as she seems. I see that in the way she looks at you, in the way she holds your hand, calms you down…’’ Alyssa looked at them fondly ‘’I always knew you were gay, since you spied the neighbor because she went to a preparatory school and that skirts were… Well…’’

Plastique blushed, Alyssa placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘’And it’s okay, I’m gonna change his mind I promise, I always do.’’

This fond moment meant so much for Ariel because she saw Plastique smile again. Her radiant smile was more precious than the diamond necklace she wore, more beautiful than all her dresses put together - Plastique was art, the most beautiful thing in the world, nothing could be ever compared. Ariel wondered if she knew how beautiful she was, how she made her heart skip a bit every time she smiled, how much everything she did meant for her.

So enamored, they were hugging each other. After all they got this, Plastique wasn’t lying at all - they were stronger with that, even if they didn’t have Alyssa’s support, they would get over this. Because they were so powerful, their love was a rose with a lot of thorns, but that thorns made them stronger to the world. Alyssa gave her a weird comfortable feeling, holding Ariel’s hands and looking directly to her eyes: ‘’You have my blessing, please take good care of her, she’s so fragile…’’

‘’I’m not a fragile thing needing to be protected!’’ Plastique crossed her arms.

‘’Baby I would love to agree with you but last week you cried when I showed you a kitty video.’’

‘’That kitty was so cute! It made me emotional.’’ Plastique complained ‘’I’m not fragile hmph’’

‘’Okay sweetheart you aren’t’’ Alyssa patted her head.

‘’Thank you mom.’’

‘’I’m lying, she’s such a baby and if you hurt her I’ll kill you bitch.’’

‘’Mom!’’ Plastique seemed mad ‘’Ariel don’t listen to her.’’

‘’You look so cute when you’re grumpy princess.’’

‘’No, not cute. Dangerous. I’m dangerous.’’ Plastique pouted.

Ariel kissed her pout: ‘’A dangerous cutie’’

To make Ariel’s heart burst into an explosion one more time, Plastique smiled, and she smiled back kissing her forehead. They didn’t even care if they were in front of Alyssa, but they got the woman sobbing.

‘’I can’t with you two, I’m so happy for you, truly.’’ Alyssa smiled to the fond moment ‘’…Now I have to get in again, what are you doing tonight?’’ she sighed.

‘’I promised Miss Versace some pizza at my place if it all went wrong, I guess we are watching a movie too. I don’t know.’’

‘’Yes babe Mean Girls and cuddle.’’ Ariel blinked.

Alyssa looked at both sides: ‘’Can I go with you? I don’t wanna bear Mr. Edwards and his bullshit tonight, to be fair honest I love him, but sometimes…’’

‘’Yes mom of course!’’ Plastique seemed electric as a child on a playground. ‘’It will be so fun, I didn’t see it coming, I know a very good pizza place. We can get delivery-’’

‘’Shhh Patricia, I know you’re excited’’ Alyssa patted her head. ‘’I hope I’m not third wheeling, and I want your hands in a place I can see them.’’

Plastique blushed so hard, Ariel cracked and couldn’t stop laughing. ‘’Bold of you to think you will even see them.’’

‘’Ariel! No mom isn’t true don’t worry.’’

‘’Patricia it’s okay people fuck, how do you think you were born?’’

Now Plastique was red as Alyssa’s lipstick.

And the following events were full of fond laughter and blushed cheeks - full of family. Plastique fell asleep in Ariel’s arms, and even in the dark she could swear she was the cutest thing in the world. Alyssa could too, she looked at them like she just saw the same kitty video that made Plastique cry from joy.

#rpdr fanfiction #ariel versace #plastique tiara #aristique #vanessa vanjie mateo #alyssa edwards #fluff #rare pair #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #lesbian au #college au #s11 #melody #tw homophobia #tw slurs against lesbians #concrit welcome #submission

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kdtheghostwriter · 6 years ago

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SNK 115 - “OMW”

I mean...

Let’s be real. As far as Deus Ex goes, I’ve seen more preposterous this week.

If any of you are wondering why this post took so long, it isn’t for lack of time I assure you. This chapter was…a lot. And god damn, Isayama, I wasn’t expecting to dig up my Junior Year debate notes for this one blog post but here we are lads. Quick recap before we get into writers’ mumbo-jumbo.

Flashback

Deus EX

#HeelFloch

Sad Hange

RESURRECTION

We all know Isa loves his religious imagery. He isn’t quite as egregious as Zack Snyder (who is, tbh?) but it’s definitely a thing. He also loves mythology of all types. And while Norse mythology seems to be his area of expertise, it isn’t mine - which is why seeing Stupid Sexy Zeke emerge from his Titan Incubator made me think of another Stupid Sexy God from the Ancient Greek Canon.

I speak of the Goddess Aphrodite, who has dominion over love, beauty and its various trappings. Admittedly, this comparison is drawn in relation to aesthetics only. Zeke’s aloof temperament doesn’t really mirror that of the Greek goddess. Even though Aphrodite did technically help start the Trojan War but that’s neither here nor there.

Zeke’s appearance from the steam of the felled Titan is nearly identical to the foam that appeared during Aphrodite’s spontaneous conception in the Ionian Sea. For the sake of transparency, I must point out that long ago, a fanfic author by the name of Homer relayed to us that Aphrodite was the daughter of Zeus and Dione. This is not technically wrong but it is quite boring. And it was also pre-dated (shout-out to Hesiod). Uranus, the primordial god of the sky, got into a spat with his children as deities are wont to do. This particular dust-up ended in Uranus being castrated by his son – the Titan, Cronus – who usurped the throne. The disembodied testicles fell into the sea like a pair of primordial bath bombs and out of the resulting effervescence appeared a full-grown Aphrodite in all of her Tumblr-banned glory.

Zeke, with nothing left of him after the explosion than a head and torso, was taken into the gut of a waiting Titan. Let me clarify, here. He was not eaten, no. The mindless titan scooted itself along the river banks and inserted the dying Zeke into its stomach cavity. Then OG Ymir with her trademark PATHS Magiks, crafts the golden boy a brand new body and sends him on his merry way.

Like I said up top: of all the examples of Deus Ex, this isn’t even the third-most severe I’ve seen. The implications of it are…a lot. And it actually makes sense if you consider what we know about Titan Biology.

Back to the beginning. Once upon a time, the Founder Ymir Fritz made a deal with the Devil of All Earth that gave her untold power after coming into contact with the “source of all living matter.” With that power, Ymir became the Progenitor of Titan Power. Upon her death 13 years later, her soul was split into nine pieces and connected via a metaphysical system known only as PATHS. These PATHS transcend space and time and bind together every subject of Ymir, even those who have been long dead.

We also know that the Titans themselves are a conundrum of theoretical physics. Their mass and energy are created from nothing. They generate massive amounts of heat, but don’t appear to need fuel. They have no digestive system and regurgitate the contents of their stomach when it becomes full. Even though they are huge creatures, their actual limbs and body parts are incredibly light. Even though Zeke has little recollection of what happened to him post-explosion, he’s likely smart enough to infer, as we can, exactly how and why he emerged from the carcass of a Titan with a brand new body.

This is all before we mention that Zeke Jaeger is a part of the Fritz family tree. The Royal Family line that descends directly from Ymir herself.

I also thought about Lazarus of Bethany while reading this section. Lazarus was a good friend of Jesus, the lad from Bethlehem. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Jesus was told that Lazarus had fallen ill, but has business and doesn’t set out until a few days later. Jesus and his crew arrive in Bethany only to discover that Lazarus has already passed away. This leads to the Gospel’s shortest verse.

Jesus wept. [John 11:35, KJV]

Perhaps the better comparison for her is to Abraham (with the whole “making a great nation” stipulation). But! I’m trying to do something pithy here, so bear with me.

The story of Lazarus might be the Good Book’s most well-known resurrection (besides that other one). The idea here is that the world’s most Holy Figure decided that this man’s time on Earth wasn’t done. Jesus was too late to heal Lazarus and felt so guilty as to weep. Lazarus was then called forth from his tomb, still wrapped in his death robes.

For the Eldian Empire, no figure is more Holy than Ymir Fritz. She’s the Founding Titan and, if this chapter is to be inferred upon, her spirit still influences the will of her subjects to the day. An entire cult has formed with the sole purpose of returning her to her former glory. I should also point out that Zeke essentially committed suicide.

Like, yeah, maybe the injuries were a bit too extreme for an old shifter to be able to regenerate from, but even if that’s the case there would have been the telltale signs of an attempt to do so, like Pieck in Liberio. There wasn’t even that. He was so tired of the fight – so done with Levi torturing him – that he was willing to abandon his years-long plan entirely and sacrifice his powers to the shadows of death. He chose to die; the Founder chose differently.

The rainstorm clearing to make way for the sun. The beautification of Zeke Jaeger. The visage of his tall, strong frame standing firm as his hated rival lays broken and mutilated at his feet. It’s all very hard to miss. Who knows where his head is at following this? I do, however, finally know why I get so many Spidey Sense tingles whenever Zeke opens his mouth.

The name is Immanuel Kant: German scholar and one of the godfathers of modern philosophy. I first learned of Kant and his teachings as a teenager on my high school debate team as I prepared my cases for the Lincoln-Douglas competition. It was my first tournament and I placed second out of dozens of students. After I was done for the day, a girl came up to me and gave me congratulations for understanding Kant. I thanked her, but the truth was that I didn’t fully grasp Kantian philosophy until I got home that night and studied a bit more. Kantian ethics can be hard to grasp because they are often in conflict with each other. (Gee, that sounds familiar.)

Kant’s ethics are deontological in principal. This is a fancy way of saying that the main concern is the Deed That Must Be Done. It is a separation of morals from emotion. Kant rejected the Utilitarians of the day and their schools of thought regarding the inherent “goodness” of an action. Specifically, he had a big problem with Determinism, saying that things like free will were inherently unknowable; also, basing the morality of a decision around perceived outcomes was impossible, because consequences existed outside of physical existence and therefore could not be quantified. Kant set out to quantify the question of moral relativism with his most famous work: The Categorical Imperative.

This is a terribly complex system that has been repurposed and reinterpreted countless times over the past two centuries so I’ll spare you any ballywho. Basically, CI is the inverse of Consequentialism where everything but the consequences matter. Saving a person from drowning isn’t inherently a good action unless there is a logical reason for doing so. This is admittedly a very simplified summation, but even the expanded version leads to some dissonance of reason.

If we look at the Abstract of Categorical Imperative, it tells us: “Do not impose on others what you do not wish for yourself.” This line is very similar to the Golden Rule, which Kant famously opposed. The American scholar Peter Corning pointed this out, saying, “Kant’s objection is especially suspect because the Categorical Imperative sounds a lot like a paraphrase…of the same fundamental idea. Calling it a universal law does not materially improve on the basic concept.” To borrow an idea myself, it’s like playing the Super Mario theme in a minor key. It’ll sound more dour than usual, but it’s still the Mario theme. Joking aside, what’s important here is that the whole point of CI is to quantify the question of morality and it appears to do that in part by using the qualitative philosophy of the Golden Rule.

Another big beef came from Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard. He felt that Kantian autonomy was insufficient in holding people to the standards of CI’s universal truths. In his words: “Kant was of the opinion that man is his own law – that is, he binds himself under the law which he himself gives himself. Actually, in a profounder sense, this is how lawlessness or experimentation are established.” In other words, if the only thing that matters is reasoning, you can justify almost anything to serve your immediate reasoning.

EXAMPLE

Here is where the dubious nature of the Categorical Imperative fully rears its head, as it displays BOTH the morality and immorality of Zeke’s plan.

On one hand, this plan is fucking awful. There are numerous and many arguments to be made against it; working solely in the context of Kantianism, it is irrational to presume that sterilizing the Eldian people will lead to a more peaceful world. It relies on a ludicrous number of assumptions – the least of which isn’t that Marley will one day stop being a total bell end. Besides that shit, it violates the nature of Kantian philosophy by attempting to foresee the outcome of the situation.

The other hand? It actually makes sense. CI says that only reason matters. It’s ethics through the lens of rational thought. No matter your thoughts about the Great Titan War, how it started and ended, whether or not the Eldians’ preceding subjugation was just or not, it’s a fact that the Titans have caused a great deal of suffering for many people. Only one race of people can transform into these beasts, so the idea of stripping their ability to reproduce isn’t a great leap to make. It is rational specifically in the context of this universe.

(Apologies for any details missed. I haven’t read any Kant in several years and this is a very condensed version of a concept I would encourage you to look into further. Thinking about this all now, the fact that I ever made it to out-rounds while arguing any of this is frankly absurd.)

It makes sense then, finally, why Yelena is so devoted to Zeke’s plan. Titans destroyed her home and slaughtered her people. The rational course of action is to remove this weapon from the hands of those (Marley) that would abuse them. And if those same perpetrators get screwed over during the course of this plan then…[Shrug Emoji]. She claims what she wants is justice. What she really wants, of course, is revenge. Just like her sensei, Jaeger-san, who wants revenge still. Which Jaeger, you ask? The answer is yes.

Situations have been reversed. The volunteers (and Onyankopon) are seated at the head of the table while the officers of the Garrison and Military Police that held them captive are under their thumb. Color-coded armbands are divvied out to the Eldian forces, juuuuust in case you forgot which period of history we’re sending up here. Armbands are assigned based upon when a person surrendered to the Jaegerists. Those higher ups (and Falco) that partook of the wine get their own special armband, because Everything Is Awesome!!

Then there’s this fucking guy. Before I revisited the world of epistemology, I had a much less astute take prepared about character psychology and the concept of the “Double Turn.” I may still write that as a separate post; it won’t do any good here. Reiner didn’t appear, firstly (even though it appears that he and the Warrior Unit are on Paradis), and the visage of a disembodied child using Titan Magiks to bring Zeke back from the precipice of death brings up some very real questions about how real the Curse really is. We don’t know how Ymir Fritz died originally. Given the way mythology tends to work, I’d say patricide is highly plausible.

As usual, all we can do is speculate. One thing that doesn’t need speculation is Pieck. As usual, she’s right on time. As expected, she’s exactly right.

Stray Thoughts

- As I noted last time, Levi was sent flying into the river. Evidently, he had enough strength to make it back to shore, just not much more than that. I suspect he’s alive for now but, goddamn did he get messed up. Levi underestimated Zeke’s suicidal tendencies, just as Zeke underestimated Levi’s tenacity. For two fellas that spent months in direct contact with each other, they have almost no clue.

- Not to stir the pot here but, here’s an in-story example of Kantian Ethics in case you’re still not quite sure. On the roof in Shiganshina – if Kant had been there (lol) – he would have disputed Levi giving the serum to Armin. Not for the reason you think. Categorical Imperative is all about reason. The reason Levi chose to save Armin is because he refused to rob his loved one of their humanity and instead chose to let him rest as opposed to reviving him for the sake of continuing a senseless, endless war. As Momtaku has said before: Levi chose Erwin over Armin. This was a choice made on emotional, borderline selfish, grounds and thereby irrational, which in Kant’s eyes makes it immoral. Just a little extra nugget for you. Discuss, friends!

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JunTaba’s Sailor Moon Theory

Characters: Junna, Futaba, Kaoruko

Words: 1500

Summary: Junna and Futaba sit down to discuss the most important thing in the world: A Sailor Moon AU for their friends.

“If we’re going to do this,” Junna said, slamming her notebook on the table, “we’re going to do this right!”

“Can you do it not in this room?” Kaoruko asked.

“No,” Junna and Futaba answered. Kaoruko groaned and put a pillow over her head, sending silent prayers to the giraffe god that she could fall asleep and miss this discussion.

“So, how we doing this, class prez?” Futaba asked, balancing a pencil on her finger. “Going in order, or going by easiest?”

“Easiest,” Junna said, “I’m calling Mercury.”

“Hah! Course you would!” The pencil clattered to the table. Junna snatched it up and penciled Mercury next to her name. She drew the little mercury symbol next to it.

“I like her computer,” she said.

“We have smartphones now, Junna. That computer is obsolete.”

“Don’t ruin my childhood.”

“Well,” Kaoruko drawled, “since you asked so nicely.”

“I thought you weren’t listening.”

“You’re just impossible to ignore, Junna-han. And I mean in that in the least nice way possible.”

“Oh, I’m aware. Anyway, Isurugi-”

“Dibs on Uranus. And Kaoruko’s Neptune. Because we’re gay.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t hmm me! We were made for those roles!”

“Hmm,” Junna hmm’d again. “Aren’t you a little bit short for that role?”

“Bite me.”

Kaoruko sat up in bed. “Oh?”

“Not you.” Futaba grabbed the pencil back from Junna and wrote Uranus next to her name. “Come on! I’m the butchest here! I own a motorcycle! Who else would you put as Uranus?”

“Tendo-san and Saijo-san would fit Uranus and Neptune pretty well.”

“What? No way! I’m way butcher than Tendo.”

Junna rolled her eyes. “There’s more to character analysis than butchness, Isurugi.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“See,” Junna started, in her I’m About To Give You A Dissertation voice, “Uranus and Neptune are supposed to be the outliers. They’re stronger than the inner senshi. More experienced. Everyone looks up to them and wants to be them. Then when you finally get close to them, you discover they’re actually a pair of idiots.”

“Okay, that’s good and all, but I’m going to say it again: I have a motorcycle.”

“Fair enough.”

Futaba nodded decisively and added Neptune next to Kaoruko’s name. Really, it was a perfect match. Kaoruko and Neptune had the same hair, the same quiet presence, the same sly smile, the same ability to cut a person to shreds with words alone. Not that Junna would say any of that out loud, of course. Kaoruko didn’t need a confidence boost.

“Who next?” Junna asked.

“Uhhhhh… Who’s dumb enough to be Sailor Moon?”

Junna and Futaba looked each other in the eyes. “Karen,” they said together.

Futaba wrote it down, smirking as a thought came to her. “You know, Junna, if we go by the timeline, the first senshi that joins Moon is Mercury.”

Horror filled Junna. “Oh no.”

“I think you mean oh yes. You get to deal with Karen all by yourself for several weeks! We all know that’s your favorite thing in the world.”

“I would probably kill her.”

“No you wouldn’t. You like her too much.”

“Who’s Mars?” Junna asked, changing the subject, much to Futaba’s amusement. “Who’s going to save me?”

“Huh. That’s a good question.” Futaba stared at the ceiling, mentally running through their list of friends. It was hard to keep track of everyone sometimes.

“Let’s approach this the smart way,” Junna said, adjusting her glasses. “Mars is a masculine planet. Symbolizes war. Has to do with fire, and in the Sailor Moon world, birds as well.”

“Tendo. If it’s fire and birds, it’s got to be Tendo.”

Junna frowned, lips tight. She didn’t say anything. Futaba laughed.

“What, not the senshi in shining armor you were hoping for?”

“Trying to wrangle Karen and Tendo-san into a functional team does not sound easy,” Junna sighed. “At least we’d be well balanced. Tendo-san can do the melee and I can do the ranged attacks.”

“And Karen?”

“Karen can stay out of our way.”

“Man, I remember the good old days when Mercury was the nice quiet one. What happened to you?”

“Giraffes,” Junna said simply.

They held a moment of silence. Kaoruko was tempted to talk just so she wasn’t silent in solidarity with them, but she also didn’t want to interact with them in any way.

“Mahiru for Jupiter?” Futaba asked.

“I was going to say Nana.”

“Why? Because people ship Mercury and Jupiter together? You can’t just assign people roles because you’re gay, Junna.”

Junna’s mouth dropped open. “You- your entire reason for you and Hanayagi being Uranus and Neptune was because you two are gay!”

Futaba shook her head. “I didn’t say that.”

“You absolutely did!”

“Nah.”

Junna was scowling. Futaba smirked. “Anyways,” she continued, “what’d you think about making Banana Jupiter?”

“I hate you.”

“I think Junna-han should be Jupiter,” Kaoruko chimed in. “She has the most ~talent~ after all.”

Futaba laughed. Junna groaned. Kaoruko decided that breaking her silence had been worth it for the boob joke.

“Okay, seriously, back to business.” Junna tapped the notebook with the pencil. “Nana or Tsuyuzaki for Jupiter? They’re both very mom-like, as Jupiter should be.”

“Banana’s a mom, but Mahiru is Karen’s mom, and Jupiter constantly takes care of Moon. So I vote Mahiru.”

“That’s a sound argument, for once,” Junna said. “I suppose… Nana could be Pluto, then?”

“Why Pluto?”

“Time shenanigans.”

“Time shenanigans?”

“Time shenanigans.”

“Okay, sure, time shenanigans.” Futaba shrugged.

Nana fit Pluto very well, once Junna thought about it a little more. Existing outside of time, watching over everyone, only to be reborn and allowed to become part of the group and move on. Perhaps a little more tragic than Junna would have liked, but a surprisingly good fit for a silly anime au.

“If Nana is going to be Pluto, I reassert that Tendo-san and Saijo-san should be Uranus and Neptune. Then we’d have the top 3 of the class be the three strongest senshi.”

“And what does that mean, huh? Kaoruko and I aren’t good enough for Banana?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“How rude, Junna-han. We’re going to steal your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, we’re going to steal her so she can become the third mom to our child of destruction.”

“Second mom,” Junna corrected. “I can’t imagine Hanayagi doing any sort of mother work.”

“I’m glad you understand,” Kaoruko said.

“Who is our child, anyway?” Futaba asked.

“Well, we only have Saijo-san and Kagura left.”

“Gotta be Hikari then,” Futaba said, writing it down. “Quiet, willing to sacrifice herself, and probably filled with barely restrained chaos? Sounds like Saturn to me.”

“I’m not sure about that last point.”

“Come on. Didn’t you hear about the time she tied Karen up and locked her in a shed?”

“As class president, I do my very best not to hear that story.”

“Sucks to be you. That story’s great.”

Junna sighed. Futaba patted her on the shoulder. Though rarely admitted, the group all appreciated Junna’s service as class president. Mostly because they were all well aware that the dorm wouldn’t be standing if Junna wasn’t.

“That leaves Kuroko for Venus then, huh?”

“That fits well enough. She started earlier than the rest of us, and in another country too.”

“She’s going to be pissed that Venus lived in London and not France though.”

“And then we’ll tell her that Venus is as beauty obsessed as she is, and she’ll be fine.”

“True, true. Alright!” Futaba raised the notebook in the air, as if showing their masterpiece to the giraffe god watching from above. “The final rundown: Karen becomes Sailor Moon. A few weeks later you join her as Mercury and probably strangle her like 2 days in. Then a bit later you say - what’s the line - ‘There’s a pretty girl who rides this bus every day’ and Karen, like the lesbian she is, jumps onto the bus so she can stare at Tendo. Tendo reluctantly becomes Mars.”

“A while later,” Junna continued, “Tsuyuzaki transfers to our school and becomes Jupiter, thus saving me from having to deal with Karen. A few weeks after that, Saijo-san shows up and says that she’s Sailor Venus and also better than all of us. And then… a mini Karen shows up from the future?”

“That’s too many Karen’s. Let’s skip that.”

“Agreed. We can meet Nana through some other time shenanigans.”

“And then Kaoruko and I come zooming in on my motorcycle!” Futaba jumped to her feet, fists at the ready. “And obviously we’re awesome and mysterious and gay!”

“And completely devoid of morals and human compassion?”

“You don’t need morals if you’re gay.”

“I don’t think that’s true. Though that would explain a lot about Hanayagi.”

Kaoruko just waved a hand in the air, too lazy to respond.

“So then what?” Futaba asked, dropping back into a sitting position. “Mini Karen - I guess just Karen then? - befriends Hikari, who ends up being Sailor Saturn. Then she tries to blow up the world, and Karen stops her, and then Kaoruko, Nana, and I become her cool lesbian moms.”

“I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thanks.” Futaba let out a big breath of air, as if exhausted by the excitement. “So what now?”

“Now,” Junna said, flipping to a new page in the notebook, “now we start the script.”

#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #my stuff #we have a new winner for the most self indulgent fic ive written

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shinneth · 6 years ago

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The Gem Ascension Reference Tour 4: Anime

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(relevant bit starts around 2:38, but the 12 year old in me insists all of this is worth watching even if it’s sub-less)

Not that many anime references pop into mind right now, but the few that do are pretty poignant, so I’ll go ahead and talk about them.

Short version: Late GA3 where Peridot lets out a piercing cry along the lines of “IYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”... that’s from here. You see this line, you better fucking believe Kotono Mitsuishi subbed in for Shelby Rabara just for that.

Long version:

Unless the latter could pull this off. She’s honestly among the best VAs in the Steven Universe cast and definitely knows when and how to put in the emotion where it truly needs it. This kind of cry is something very few could truly nail, so that’ll forever remain a mystery.

(also, heard that she recently had her first baby! Congrats to her! And... not at all surprised she’s very close to my age; just a few years older than me)

Yeah, when I decided (surprisingly late in the game) to kill off Pumpkin, this moment from the final season of Sailor Moon is what I had in mind. This is something that’s stuck with me since my internet infancy back in the late 90s; back when clips could only be found on fansites and downloading things even a few megabytes in size was an ordeal because dial-up internet. And the clips were very tiny and rather grainy on top of that. This clip probably feels very tame today, but in 1998, it hit my 12 year-old self hard.

It’s astonishing that since then, there still isn’t an English dub for this season. I mean, one is actually FINALLY forthcoming now, but... yeah. It’ll probably be a few years before I can even see it. It’s taken 20+ years for Sailor Stars to get a proper English dub.

The sparkly glowing balls of light were also a thing for Pumpkin’s death, just to really drive that reference home. Honestly, be grateful this is the ONLY thing I gleaned from the Sailor Stars finale arc. I could have been a real bitch and incorporated something like the subplot of Uranus and Neptune betraying their friends in order to lull Galaxia into a false sense of security in order to score a killing blow (this required them to kill fellow teammates Pluto and Saturn, by the way)... or even worse, incorporate the manga equivalent of this storyline where pretty much everybody fucking dies, gets their corpses reanimated and completely possessed and fight Sailor Moon to completely fuck with her mind, then Galaxia just kicks them all into the Galaxy Cauldron to completely erase their existence and any chance of being reborn/revived.

Speaking of the manga...

This was a pretty minor plot point, but it was derived from this part of the Sailor Moon manga (act 24). This was first explained in the side-story, but basically, I just simplified the matter of Rose having to die to bring Steven into the world. Simple rule: no two gems of the exact same code and cut can exist simultaneously. So there can’t be two White Diamonds just as much as there can’t be two Peridot Facet-2F5L Cut-5XGs. Should this impossibility be made possible, then for the love of god don’t let the two make physical contact, because that will induce a universe-obliterating paradox.

I couldn’t really find a suitable way to incorporate this into the main plot, but I figured it’s fitting enough to give some full, concrete reasoning as to why Steven and Rose can’t exist simultaneously since they share the same diamond.

tl;dr: time travel should definitely never be a thing in the GA canon.

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At least one reviewer was savvy enough in Sailor Moon knowledge to catch this reference! And I give kudos to that person, since this one is relatively obscure. So, Iridescent Diamond - the fusion of Pink Diamond 2.0 and Chartreuse Diamond. Technically a Stevidot fusion, only not really since it’s their alter egos and it’s established in-story that an actual Stevidot fusion would produce something different.

When Iridescent Diamond first arrives and Alexandrite asks for her name, she basically paraphrases Sailor Neptune’s introduction. In a way, it’s also somewhat of a reference to one of Peridot’s lines in CYM where she declares herself as Homeworld’s savior (which, ironically, she literally becomes in GA canon - she and Steven do the heavy lifting for saving every gem on Homeworld by transporting them to Earth), because ID is here to “save you all with elegance”! And another part of this speech references something else entirely that I’ll get into later.

So, outside of Sailor Moon... only one other series comes to mind right away.

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(relevant part starts at around 1:00)

The entirety of White Diamond begging Steven for energy to heal her wounds and leave her dying planet, only to use that energy to get one last shot on the Crystal Gems when their backs were turned... yep, this was from the final moment of the Goku/Freeza fight in the Namek saga. Freeza was way more badly damaged, obviously, but he and White Diamond are about on the same mental wavelength here for why they throw that mercy right back into the heroes’ faces. And both times it’s met with a massive backfiring (still amazing that this didn’t actually kill Freeza, either).

Most notably, when Peridot notices what’s going on with WD, when she’s screaming “YOU CLOD!!!!!” - that delivery is definitely like Goku’s��“YOU FOOL!!!!!” point for point.

Also, a small joke when WD earlier mentions the Crystal Gems have only 5 minutes left before Homeworld goes kaput, but that obviously doesn’t happen. Consider that a slight reference to DBZ Abridged when Goku says Freeza has no idea what a minute really is. (and that’s in reference to the 5-minute countdown part of this fight lasting a full three hours in real time for us)

I feel like I’m missing something, but again, if I did, I can always bring in a part 2 for this.

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Taurus at the Speed of Sound ~ May Monthly Horoscope

by Eric Francis

Dear Friend and Reader:

Earlier this week, we experienced the first of seven Sun-Uranus conjunctions in Taurus (that was Monday, April 22). News events are moving at a dizzying pace, and defy comprehension. At the time I’m writing this article on April 25, it’s been just over a week since the Notre Dame Cathedral fire, and a week since the release of the redacted version of the Special Counsel’s report. It seems more like a month.

As of this writing, there are now 20 Democratic presidential candidates, with Joe Biden’s entry into the race. Also today, Russia’s president Vladimir Putin met Kim Jong-un, the Korean leader, for a summit meeting in China. Putin is moving in on a power vacuum abandoned by Trump’s failed attempts at courting diplomacy with Kim.

Texas executed John William King for the 1998 killing of James Byrd, the first time in modern Texas history that a Caucasian man was executed for the death of an African American man. This was the infamous dragging death by a white supremacist.

Pres. Trump denied that he ordered then-White House Counsel Dan McGahn to fire Special Counsel Robert Mueller III. He said that McGahn had lied to the Special Counsel about this during the investigation.

McGahn, one of the star witnesses in the Special counsel’s investigation, has been subpoenaed to testify before Congress, but Trump brought a personal lawsuit to block his testimony. The president also vowed to fight any subpoena of documents or testimony by congressional oversight committees, in effect daring the House of Representatives to impeach him.

On that note, if he is impeached, Trump said he would fight it at the U.S. Supreme Court. He is clearly referencing his impression that he would get a 5-4 win on any case he brings, but there is no such course of action provided for under the Constitution. (What actually happens during an impeachment is that the chief justice presides over the trial, with the Senate serving as the jury.)

Contents of the report of the Special Counsel, 448 pages long, are gradually percolating through the news. The report details the astonishing extent of Russian meddling in the election, which came in the form of a social media propaganda campaign dating to 2014, and hack and dump operations of email and confidential documents stolen from formal Democratic Party offices and Hillary Clinton’s personal office.

Jared Kushner, the president’s son-in-law, this week falsely summed up the operation Wednesday as consisting of “a couple of Facebook ads.”

On the Personal Side of the Equation

We live in a restless time. I keep reading articles about the impact of lack of sleep and sleep hygiene. Part of this impact is coming from being inundated by radio waves, which are invisible light waves; these burn melatonin. So too does exposure to blue light, which is a fact of looking into screens all day.

But there is something more, a sense of agitation, nervousness and fear, as if we’re heading toward an edge that we cannot see.

Despite all the discussion about global warming and climate change, collectively our societies are doing very little about it. Economic success is still measured in growth — corporate profits and the value of the stock market. Many people are struggling — really struggling — to make ends meet as everything gets more and more expensive.

Economic woes are always an issue; we hear about them in good times and bad. But we are living in the New Gilded Age, when there are more billionaires than ever before. Money is energy, and much of it is stagnant at the moment, as companies and individuals hang onto huge cash reserves. There is fear of loss and little imagination about what to do with vast sums of wealth that exist.

As I’ve written many times, my studied impression is that the internet is what is driving consciousness: the sensation of what it feels like to be alive right now. Inundation by internet is the primary factor behind the social crisis, the anxiety epidemic, the sexless relationships, and a general state of psychic chaos.

Reader Responses: Uranus in Taurus

I recently asked my readers how they were responding to Uranus in Taurus. Here is a sample of the responses:

“It’s quite an upheaval. My trust in God has increased and at times is still quite tested. Due to a lingering concussion that hasn’t healed I haven’t worked for several weeks. I am far out on a limb in completely new territory. I have a sense that I am learning many things that I’ve needed to learn for a while. I am also in brand new territory that’s missing some of the old markers.”

lived at ages 4-6, (big stir), all the moving from home to home before I was in 5th grade… my inner sense of personal sovereignty and authority has had its challenges as I feel that speaking in honesty and truth can fucking stir lots of pots. It seems to put people I care for in uncomfortable wonder about my authenticity in relationship to them, cause I’m challenging them.”

“Quite a lot has shifted for me but the one that really stands out is as a 57 year old man who is pretty conservative in physical expression and exercise, I started going to a weekly free form dance and have progressed from slow soulful movement to full on dance machine!”

“Everything about personal awakening resonates, though that started about 3 years ago. Building on that theme now, Uranus seems to be about burning through convention to see what remains, like the alchemical calcination phase, and using what’s left to (re)build something new. This is showing up in my career, which is being guided towards creating a new, spiritually-based business model from what survives the fire.”

“On the 15th my shelf of greenware fell over and every piece broke. My shelf of essential oils came out of the wall; luckily only one bottle broke. I found myself reading about broken vessels, specifically oil bottles and the shards with drops of oil representing light and the connection to everything. But the break through this week, and I think that is what Uranus in Taurus is offering, is that these material things do not matter except for what they represent. Throwing pots is a meditation for me. It is the process that is important, not the creation of the material, but the creation of the spiritual body. Part of my path, it seems, is renunciation or detachment to the material plane. Creation of the spiritual body is most important. I also learned that you cannot have a loving connection to others without a loving connection with God/creator.”

Beltane New Moon Coming May 4

The Beltane New Moon on May 4 is an intriguing chart. I’ll have more to say about it in Monday morning’s edition, and in the upcoming Planet Waves FM (where I will continue my coverage of the Special Counsel’s report, and ignoring the presidential race). The horoscope below is based on the Beltane chart — shown in the graphic below.

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theinvulnerabletide · 6 years ago

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Space Things: moon, Betelgeuse, Centaurus, sombrero galaxy, wormhole for Whisper; Neptune, aldebaran, delphinus, bode’s galaxy, comet for Oriana; Jupiter, deneb, Phoenix, andromeda, black hole for Maggie; mercury, Canopus, Orion, cigar galaxy, nebula for Lyra; earth, Sirius, Libra, cartwheel galaxy, supernova for Thirteen; mercury, alphard, Cygnus, Milky Way, meteor for Celandine; Uranus, Vega, hydra, sunflower galaxy, pulsar for Az’ar; Pluto, Rigel, Cassiopeia, black eye galaxy, comet for Kori

H’okay this is going under the cut because it is almost 2000 words and got very, very long. I apologize if you are on mobile.

For Whisper: my terrible disaster tiefling sea sorceress:

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

Whisper is currently studying like…one and a half things in her free time. Which is taking forever because she’snot exactly a bookish person. She is currently learning Primordial (and is onlyabout 130 days from fluency!) and is muddling her way through spellcomposition.

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?

Oh man. There’s a lot of things thatweigh on Whisper’s mind, but her obligations might be the heaviest, especiallywhen her loyalties start to conflict.

Centaurus: Favorite holiday?

Fisher’s Respite. Back home it was likea full-on Irish wake (after a very long church ceremony, which Whisper foundfascinating) and Whisper was even allowed to party with the adults for a littlewhile after she was old enough. Some of her favorite memories are from herfamily’s celebrations.

Her second favorite is probably TheGreat Hunt because of all the food. Though meeting a certain Wizard might havesoured that some.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now?

Define “crush.” Because Whisper wouldcrush you for insinuating anything. In her own words, she likes most of theparty well enough, finds them all pretty attractive and would probably sleepwith them if she knew they weren’t going to be weird about it.

That’s what she tells herself, and Ithink she’s probably even convinced herself of it. But there’s definitely areason she’s only slept with an old friend and a professional since the partyjoined up. *waggles eyebrows*

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but knowwon’t?

Whisper has been waiting for a veryspecific thing to happen almost her entire life, and she’s half given up hopeof it ever occurring, so… being told she can come back home.

For Oriana, my aasimar paladin of Wahreight, and the Lady of Ambrose Grove;

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

Oriana doesn’t know her actualbirthday, but she chose day 197 (16 Alma'artius) as the day to celebrate on.

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about?

Doing her job the best of herability. The weird thing about Oriana is that she definitely believes in hercalling, in protecting and serving and making the world a better place. Shedesperately wants to protect the people she cares about and those who can’thelp themselves.

Delphinus: Favorite study?

I won’t say that Oriana hatesstudying, because she was methodical about it growing up and placed pretty highin all of her classes because of it, but she’s not a cleric, so she’s not inthe whole research division. More retrieval and dissemination.

That said, she really is enjoying theent philosophy books that Shade gifted her with, and I’m sure she’ll pick up afew more in the same vein once she’s finished with them.

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that she knows of. Though theremight have been someone who came up with her through paladin training and justnever came forward?

Comet: What’s your big dream?

Her dream used to be to make headlibrarian and perhaps get a small temple of her own to administer, but now it’sjust making the town of Ambrose Grove flourish again. She just wants to bringpeace and prosperity to the people she’s been made the guardian of.

For Maggie, my brand-newhuman warlock~

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

Yep! Maggie has a younger brother namedJack, who is training to be a wizard.

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country?

I don’t think Maggie has even been outof her province. She’s been out of Estwald a few times, to go into the forestto meet her patron, or out to smaller villages to help out with supernaturalthreats, but that’s probably as far from home as she has ever been.

Phoenix: Favorite thing to wear?

Maggie has a thick dark woolen long coatthat she wears in leiu of armor, a blue scarf she usually pairs with it. Theclothes underneath change, but her boots probably never do.

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social?

Maggie’s entire world basically comesdown to work and her family, out of necessity. Letting people get too closecould expose her and give the Church exactly what they need to see her hung.She’d rather not have that happen.

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see?

The last thing she would ever want tosee is her faerie godmother again. But the last thing she wants to see, like before she dies? Hm. I don’t know. Maybe a sunsetover the ocean; she’s never been to the ocean, but she hears its beautiful.

For Lyra, myhalf-elven rogue/pirate captain of the Star Song.

Mercury: What’s your full name?

Lyra Cooper is her whole name. Her mother never gave her a middle one.

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone?

Lyra has broken more than a few bones.Some of them from jumping off of buildings and not being able to stop herselffrom hitting the ground, some of them deliberately done by the head of the thieves’guilds she’s been in to teach her a lesson. She had an arm and her nose brokenby Blackthorne himself.

Once she jumped off the bird’s nestand tried to swing down via a rope, but she missed the rope and hit the deckwrong and broke her ankle.

Orion: Favorite month?

Hm. It would probably be Mirius. Lyraalways did love the spring.

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

Pretty good, all told, when she turnson the charm. She has been taught how to engage and flirt and be all kinds ofcharming. But she never flirts if it’s not for a specific purpose.

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what wouldit be?

Her mother’s death. If only hermother had survived, well. Who knows where she’d be now? Definitely not thecaptain of a skyship, but all those intervening years of pain and near-starvationand killing and hurting people for a living would also not have happened, andshe wants that almost as much as she wants to see her mother one last time.

For Thirteen, myfish-out-of-water Tabaxi rogue/monk.

Earth: Where’s your home?

Thirteen hails from a jungle islandoff the main continent of the world we were on. Faraway or something like that?Idk I can’t remember what it’s called and I am Too Lazy to get up and find thecampaign map.

But she grew up in a hidden Tabaxisociety and has since been exiled.

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class?

Hell no she hasn’t. She was in thetop percentile of all her classes because she is that damn good.

Libra: Favorite color?

Gold.

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss?

Tabaxi don’t kiss like humans orother humanoids do. I don’t think their mouths are made for it. They do touchnoses though, and I think that would have been at about 16, with some male inher class who she just managed to beat.

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

Find the asshole who killed hermentor and rip his guts open.

Celandine, my preciousgnome wizard prodigy

Mercury: What’s your full name?

Celandine Salvia Darkhollow.

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Yes, I think she has. Aside from hersister, Greldamine, she had one good friend until she was about 6 years old,Emelina, who lived next door. Celandine doesn’t quite remember if she died orjust moved away, only that when they started 2nd grade, Emelina wasn’tthere.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Thunderstorms, definitely. Rain helpsher focus and the lightning provides power for all sorts of experiments.

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?

I think she would count Greldaminehas her oldest friend, since Greldamine has been there since before she wasborn.

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t?

The thing is, Celandine doesn’t havemuch of a filter on her, and she doesn’t know when shutting up is the bestoption, so most of the things she wants to say get said.

Maybe she wishes she could talk toher parents more frankly about what being a teenager is like, but she knows shewould get grounded and her tools taken away if they learned 1/8th ofthe shenanigans her and her friends have gotten up to this first year of highschool.

For Az’ar: the Shadar’kaiLore Wizard

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

Az’ar doesn’t really have anyhobbies. She has one goal and basically everything she does furthers it in someway or another.

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

I think the only thing she regrets atall is having to kill so many Shadar’kai on the way out of the Shadowfell. But theywere in her way, and since they were offering her violence, she had to returnit. I bet she regrets not stealing away while most of the tribe were asleep,though, or hiding her attempt to leave better.

Hydra: Favorite sound?

The not-quite silence of an emptylibrary.

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someoneout of pity?

Oh, hell no she would not. I thinkthe furthest she’d go out of pity is to kill them.

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

1.) Determine a non-lich,non-necromatic way to remain alive forever.2.) Become the most powerful mage in all the realms.3.) Find the gods wherever they hide and kill them for good.

Kori: Oh heythat’s me!

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

5:56pm, CDT

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

I have. And I do enjoy them a lot,though it’s been a while for me. I think the last time was when my family wentup to the Wisconsin Dells and we spent the day at Mount Olympus? Good day.

Cassiopeia: Favorite book?

Oh, gosh. This is such a hardquestion because not only does it change all the time, but I have like 60 ofthem at once.

I’m going to go with the His DarkMaterials series for my favorite books of all time (followed very closely bythe Abhorsen Series by Garth Nix), and my current favorite book is Space Operaby Cathrynne M. Valente, and my favorite short story collection is theConservation of Shadows by Yoon Ha Lee.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Love? No. Weird visceral attraction?Yes. I have had some very intense first eye contact before. And even that muchsounds super weird so I’m going to stop there.

Comet: What’s your big dream?

Oh, man. A partner or two, a house orapartment that’s big enough for everyone, maybe with a yard with just enoughroom for a garden in the back, and a room I can use for a library/office. Abook series that’s actually making money that is still in print, even if I haveto work a job or two on the side of writing. We’re living comfortably andpaying our bills on time and I get to see my friends pretty often, and there’sd&d on the weekends and maybe I get invited to stream stuff occasionally.

That’s really it. Quiet mornings, a cat or two, lotsof reading.

#long post for ts #ask me anything!#space asks #whisper the tiefling sorceress #oriana the aasimar paladin #maggie the human warlock #lyra the half-elven rogue #thirteen the tabaxi monk #celandine the gnomish wizard!#az'ar the shadar kai wizard #and ME your friendly neighborhood blogger #kori screams into the indifferent void #islanderscaper

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Cyborg 009 Vs Devilman

It’s taken me way too long to get to the reason I’ve been doing these. As this is a modern OVA, the main characters on both sides have tweaked designs, but the Cyborgs are still recognisable as their classic looks compared to the other modern updates. The design here includes blue lines that appear on their uniforms some times when they use their abilities, presumably at their joints. Also despite the original arcs being in 1966 and 1972 respectively, this is clearly in the present day.

The OP contains images relating to stuff in both series, including stuff for Devilman that hasn’t happened yet, though, the song is entirely Cyborg 009 based. The ED is similarly Devilman based, featuring both genuine panels from both manga, as well as other panels that mimic the style well.

The opening sequence focuses on 009’s climatic battle with Apollo, who has a definite god complex, in parallel to Devilman battling Jinmen. The battle with Apollo ends with Helena taking a blow for 009, and telling Apollo that 009 might actually be able to change things, before they plunge into the lava. We get to see the Cyborgs properly escape.

At Gilmore’s mansion, as the group are enjoying a peaceful life, 005 senses something, and 001 suddenly wakes up early, delivering a warning about devils.

As they walk to school, Miki insists on stopping purse snatchers, to Akira’s exasperation, though he does help once she winds up being threatened by the punks. We see what looks like a young boy and a man with a metal face are watching them.

009, 003, 005, 006 and Gilmore use submarine 101 to look for news relating to what Ivan warned about. At school, Akira is skipping class, while Miki befriends new transfer student Eva Maria Parallels.

004, 002, 007 and 008, after flashing back to a briefing where Gilmore explained that if Black Ghost is making a move in Japan one of their front companies should have some buzz, seek out information about such in various locales in Japan, hearing a little about rumours of devils. Back at the sub, 003 uses their resources to discover a mass of sightings of devils corresponding with mass disappearance, and in one picture they see Devilman flying over a forest, deciding, based on the Mythos Cyborgs, Black Ghost must be developing a group of demon based Cyborgs. Joe and Francoise decide to investigate the area of the sighting.

After Akira and Ryo confirm a demon is operating around the same forest, Miki arrives to introduce Eva to Akira. Akira says he’ll be staying at Ryo’s, making her suspicious.

002, 004 and 008 meet up and after confirming that all three of them were knowingly tailed, prepare to meet their followers.

A rave at a convenience store is used as a Sabbath to allow Lilith to take over the body of Kisaragi Honey, she then turns all the other party goers into her servants. Francoise hears this happening and her and Joe head there. The store worker, possibly already possessed, turns into Pazuzu, saying he is grateful for the opportunity to face Amon, even if he doesn’t have as much history with him as Atun. As Lilith and her cohorts leave, Akira arrives and battle begins immediately. Francoise is confused by hearing Akira’s words to Pazuzu. Jet, Albert and Pyunma call out their pursuers, the kid and metal man from earlier, as well as a young man with red spiked hair, who confirm they’re the latest assassin’s from Black Ghost. Ryo shoots at Pazuzu within the woods to help Devilman fight, as Joe rushes to the scene. Francoise can sense all 3, assuming Pazuzu and Devilman to be new Black Ghost weapons and Ryo to be a scientist recording test data. Devilman struggles, as Pazuzu mocks Amon, before Devilman uses his head antenna to stab Pazuzu, rip off his wings and then bisect him.

Ryo notices 009 and shoots at him, concluding from his abilities that 009 is a demon merged with machines. 009 begins fighting Devilman, who can react to acceleration by instinct, and manages to destroy the Super Gun. When Joe’s acceleration limiter kicks in, Ryo realises he isn’t a demon, but decides with his power he is still a threat to the world and destroying him is a simple precaution against that. Both Devilman and 009 punch at eachother. Francoise arrives as the dust settles, Devilman’s arm has already been torn off, while 009’s is damaged, and he pops it out. Both pass out, and Ryo and Francoise both panic.

The second part has the three Black Ghost members introduce themselves as 0014 Edward, 0016 Cain, and 0017 Abel. They refuse to explain 0015 when asked, simply explaining that they, the High Teen Numbers, are the next step in the Cyborg Soldier project, after the Prototype 00 numbers and the Next Stage Mythos Cyborgs. Part of the reason Black Ghost still bothers with them is their ability to overpower those who were more advanced than them. They reveal their uniforms, black versions of the 00 Cyborgs’ with red lines when they use their abilities, and white scarves. There is a short battle, 0016’s metal body can resist all of 004’s weapons and has an electromagnetic cannon in his right arm, 0014 can outspeed a flying 002 using his accelerator, and 0017 uses a snowflake shuriken that actually damages 008’s uniform. Bored, 0014 decides to wait to face them when they’re all there.

Submarine 101 rescues 003 and 009, and repairs begin on Joe. As Gilmore repairs his arm, he finds a sample of Devilman’s skin, which turns back to Akira’s under the microscope. Geronimo asks Francoise if she saw the demon, and she remembers seeing Ryo give Akira his coat and pick him up. She asked if they were not Black Ghost, which Ryo seemed to not recognise, and telling her that humans aren’t the only enemy of mankind, though possibly still considering them a threat.

At Ryo’s, he is somehow able to access data on Black Ghost, including data on Dr. Dresser, Dr. Gamo Whiskey, Dr. Isaac Gilmore, Dr. Gaea, Dr. Uranus and Dr. Teuful Adams. All the profiles have bad English descriptions. He is also able to determine that their money comes from several post WWI companies. When Akira wakes up he confirms to him he believes the Cyborgs are also traitors to something.

Miki, bonding with Eva, gives her Akira’s lunch and has her join them.

Joe wakes up, and Albert explains the encounter with the High Teen Numbers.

Eva asks Miki about Akira, and she explains that in this version Akira was orphaned leading to him living with the Makimura family. She acknowledges that Akira has changed in the past six months, buy says it’s more like he became more dependable, he has the same heart. She asks Eva about her own family, leading her to reveal her twin brother was in an accident and is now in a coma. Miki cries in sympathy, and is offered Eva’s handkerchief. Suddenly the sky turns red and Lilith’s demons appear, Miki attempting to defend Eva but passing out. Eva is annoyed, since she was supposed to deliver Miki to them and uses a power in her eye to immobilise one of the demons. Lilith agrees to let her do it, calling her 0015.

Gilmore explains 0014 is Edward Adams, son of Adams Teufel and a gifted scientist in his own right, who was injured in a massive explosion. Adam’s pleaded with Skull for the opportunity to make Edward a candidate for 0014. After they mention the project was cancelled with 0013, Gilmore explains that Adams conceived of a slightly different project which it’s possible Skull found favour with, using an enhanced version of 007’s abilities to create transforming weapons. Human cells couldn’t handle it, leading to the subjects exploding and the scientists all holding an intervention, where Adams swore he would use demons to make it work, something they all felt was impossible until today, as Gilmore now knows demons exist. He also suspects Adams created the High Teen Numbers under the auspices of the Van Vogt corporation, rather than under Skull himself.

We see Adams, acknowledging that deals with demons always go wrong, but sweating to go through with one with Atun anyway, we also see in stasis 0018, Set.

They launch and head out, when suddenly a strange atmosphere covers the ship. Suddenly 004 sees Hilda, and the rest of them, except 003 and 001, who is a baby, see women from their past. The implication is that all of the woman are old flames, with the exception of 009 who sees his mother. This is actually kind of interesting since I think Joe is generally said to barely remember his family. I don’t know if any of the other women have a basis in other 009 media. Albert and Joe both recognise this is a lie, and specifically the work of Lilith. Her army assaults the ship, and Jet heads out to fight all of them.

Akira returns to school and finds Miki missing, her bag left behind.

009 goes out to help 002, the pair using their accelerators to fight. Lilith’s demons kamikaze the ship, causing them to have to force a crash landing.

Dr. Adams declares the next evolution to Cyborg and Demon, as 0018’s pod opens and Atun prepares to enter him.

#sim blogs cyborg 009 #sim blogs devilman

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Princess Andromeda, the Moon masks Aldebaran, and Mercury Attends the Pre-dawn Planet Party!

(Above: This image of the Andromeda Galaxy and its two smaller companions was taken by Stephen McKinney of Toronto. The distance from the lower left to the upper right spans six full moon diameters in the sky! In a large telescope, the dark dust lanes in the spiral arms can be seen.)

Astronomy Skylights for this week (from December 24th, 2017) by Chris Vaughan. (Feel free to pass this along to friends and send me your comments, questions, and suggested topics.) I post these with photos at http://astrogeoguy.tumblr.com/ where the old editions are archived. You can also follow me on Twitter as @astrogeoguy! Unless otherwise noted, all times are Eastern Time. Please click this MailChimp link to subscribe to these emails. If you are a teacher or group leader interested joining me on a guided field trip to York University’s Allan I. Carswell Observatory, or another in your area, visit www.astrogeo.ca.

Happy Holidays, everyone! Or, as we astronomers say, “Have a Happy Solstice and a Merry Perihelion!”

Telescope Buying Tips

If you missed it, I covered buying a first telescope last week here. If you get one for the Holidays and want some help with it, send me a note.

Princess Andromeda’s Treasure

A few weeks ago, we started touring the constellations involved in the story of Perseus and Andromeda. This week, I’ll tell you more about the princess herself.

(Above: The Andromeda legend’s cast of characters appear in evenings during early winter annually.)

Andromeda was the beautiful daughter of Queen Cassiopeia and King Cepheus of Ancient Ethiopia. Through no fault of her own, the princess became the centre of a hair-raising story. After her mother angered the Nerieds (Sea Nymphs) by boasting of Andromeda’s unrivaled beauty, the god of the sea Poseidon (aka Neptune) sent Cetus (the Sea-monster) to ravage Ethiopia’s coast. An oracle told King Cepheus that his only solution was to sacrifice Andromeda to Cetus. So she was chained to rocks by the sea. Just as Cetus was about to take Andromeda, the hero Perseus happened to be flying by. She must have been beautiful indeed, because he fell instantly in love with her, slew the beast, and cut her free from her chains. After a few more adventures, including one where Perseus accidently killed his evil grandfather to fulfill a prophecy, the couple sailed to Argonis, where they raised a family of many children. Hercules is descended from them.

(Above: Andromeda lies below the Milky Way. Her rescuer, the hero Perseus, is to the east of her. Map by Johann Bode.)

Andromeda is one of the original classical constellations, and is 19th largest by area (out of 88). Also known as the Chained Lady, she is depicted as laying prone with her body and legs extending to the east (left) using two chains of stars that diverge towards her feet. Another set of dimmer stars extends upwards, near the Milky Way. These represent her chains. A number of ancient cultures saw a woman’s figure in those stars. The Chinese also saw legs, but use a different arrangement of stars.

Andromeda is visible throughout the fall and winter, but right now she is directly overhead in early evening. She is located adjacent to Pegasus on his eastern (left) side. Her brightest star, named Alpheratz “the Horse’s Shoulder”, marks her head, and is also serves as “third base” of Pegasus’ great square. Pisces (the Fishes) sits below her, as does Triangulum (the Triangle). Her mother Cassiopeia is above her, and Perseus lies to the east, below her feet. but he’s slightly to the upper left in the sky.

(Above: The constellation of Androemda features one of the sky’s best sights - the Andromeda Galaxy and its two companions Messier 32 and Messier 110. The Blue Snowball at upper right, and open cluster Caldwell 28 at lower left, are other good targets for medium sized telescopes. A galaxy designated Caldwell 23 can be viewed in larger telescopes.)

Let’s tour the best of Andromeda. Start at bright Alpheratz. It’s a hot blue-white supergiant star located only 97 light-years away from us. The spectrum of this star’s light indicates that it is highly enriched in the metal Mercury. To see the rest of her, look for two slightly bent, roughly horizontal, lines of three modest stars each extending off to the northeast (left). The two lines are longer than the great square’s diagonal, and the lower set is brighter than the upper set. They diverge as you move away from Alpheratz, the way her gown would spread out towards her feet.

Tracing the lower line of three stars from Alpheratz, the first star we come to is reddish Delta Andromedae, roughly a palm’s width left from Alpheratz. The next star, another palm width left, is a bright reddish star called Mirach. This is a cool red giant star located 200 light-years from Earth that produces 1,900 times more light than our sun! Mirach happens to have a distant elliptical galaxy beside it called Mirach’s Ghost, but you need a large telescope to see that fuzzy patch. (Make note of Mirach – we’ll return to it later.)

(Above: A close up view of the bright star Mirach at centre reveals a very distant elliptical galaxy, aptly nick-named Mirach’s Ghost, to the upper left of the star. NASA APOD for Oct 29, 2008 by Anthony Ayiomamitis)

Continuing left by a fist’s diameter, we reach one of Andromeda’s feet – the star bright Almach “desert lynx”. This very beautiful golden and sapphire pair of stars easily is seen in a small telescope. Almach’s stars differ in brightness as well as colour.

Now, back to Mirach. Sitting about four finger widths above Mirach is a dimmer white star designated Mu (μ) Andromedae. (It’s actually the centre star of Andromeda’s upper chain.) A few finger widths above that star is another yet dimmer star. Look just above that one for a large fuzzy patch. That’s Messier 31 (or M31 for short), better known as the Andromeda Galaxy – one of the sky’s best sights! This massive twin to our Milky Way galaxy spans six full moon diameters across the sky. It has a bright core and dim oval halo that is oriented east-west (left-right). It’s easy to see with binoculars. Using a good sized telescope, more is revealed – including two smaller galaxies sitting just above and below it. One of these is closer than M31 – the other is farther.

Under dark skies, you should be able to glimpse the galaxy using unaided eyes only. At about 2.5 million light years away, it’s one of the farthest objects visible to unaided human eyes! We’re going to collide with it in about 5 billion years, but that’s another story!

The Moon and Planets

The moon repeats its cycle of lunar phases every 29.5 days, and this is the best week to view it in your new binoculars or telescope. Whenever the moon is partially lit, the region along the terminator, the boundary that separates the dark and sunlit sides, is especially beautiful when viewed close up. This is because the sun is rising for locations along the terminator, and casting long black shadows between brightly lit crater rims and mountain peaks. Sunrise is much slower on the moon than Earth because the moon rotates only once per month (the same time it takes to orbit the Earth), so it’s “day” is very long.

Each night this week, new vistas on the moon will be dramatically illuminated. The First Quarter phase, when the moon is half illuminated on its eastern (our western) side, occurs on Tuesday at 4:20 am Eastern time.

The moon’s orbit is tilted by about 5° from the plane of the Solar System - so it bobs up and down across the plane while it circles Earth, frequently passing near to, and sometimes in front of, the planets. This bobbing also makes solar and lunar eclipses infrequent, since the moon is usually higher or lower than the sun at new moon – and misses it completely.

(Above: The moon’s orbital motion carries it past Neptune on Sunday, December 24 and then past Uranus on Wednesday, December 27, 2017. The sky is shown for 6 pm local time this week.)

I’m mentioning the moon’s motion here because tonight (Sunday), the moon will be sitting 5° (a bit less than a palm’s width) to the left of tiny Neptune, and on Wednesday night, the moon will be 5° below Uranus. That 5° separation won’t help you locate the planets that easily, but it’ll give you an idea of where they are in the sky after the moon passes on.

Uranus and Neptune are the only planets left in the evening sky, setting about 2 am and 10:30 pm local time respectively. Blue-green Uranus is midway between the two chains of stars that form the dim constellation of Pisces (the Fishes), about two finger widths higher than the two visible stars Omicron (o) and Mu (μ) Piscium that bracket it. Tiny blue Neptune, which can only be observed in a telescope, is about half a finger’s width below the medium-bright star Hydor in Aquarius (the Water-Bearer).

(Above: For the second time in December, the moon will pass in front of the bright star Aldebaran, which marks the reddish eye of Taurus the Bull. Times vary by region. In the GTA, the moon’s dark edge will cover the star at 6:20:30 pm Eastern Time. Then it will emerge from the opposite limb at 7:19 pm. Be watching a few minutes ahead of each event.)

For the second time this month, the moon returns to cross the face of Taurus (the Bull) on Saturday evening. This time, for observers in most of North America, Greenland, and parts of Europe and Russia, the moon will pass in front of (or occult) Taurus’ brightest star Aldebaran. In the GTA, the star will wink out behind the moon’s dark leading limb at 6:20:30 pm Eastern time, and reappear at the opposite lit limb at 7:19 pm. Times vary slightly by region.

You can watch the event in binoculars or, better yet, a small telescope. Start watching a few minutes ahead of time, while Aldebaran is still nicely separated from the moon. Remember that the moon is closer to the star than you think because its leading edge is darkened. You can watch as the moon closes the gap – and then the star will suddenly disappear. (If the moon had an atmosphere, the star would gradually fade out!) Feel free to zoom in with your telescope for that part. If you’re not sure where Aldebaran will pop out from behind the opposite side of the moon, use a lower power eyepiece that shows all or most of the moon’s bright right-hand edge. As before, start looking a couple of minutes beforehand. And don’t look away – it re-appears suddenly!

The planet party is in the pre-dawn sky! If you’re an early riser, you’ve probably been seeing a very bright object shining in the eastern dawn sky. That’s Jupiter, which rises just before 4 am local time this week. It’s well above the southeastern horizon by dawn. It might remind you of the Christmas star shining in the east! At the same time, have a look at the bright star sitting only a finger’s width to the right of Jupiter. That’s the double star Zubenelgenubi in Libra (the Scales). Try your binoculars on it. That unusual name comes from the Arabic phrase for “southern claw”, because the star used to be part of Scorpius (the Scorpion).

(Above: The morning sky planet party, shown on December 25 at 6:45 am, is led by Mars at upper right, followed by Jupiter near Zubenelgenubi, then Mercury.)

Much dimmer, and red-tinted, Mars rises about 30 minutes before Jupiter. Look for it sitting to Jupiter’s upper right. On Christmas morning, Mars will be about a palm’s width from Jupiter. But over the course of this week, Mars’ eastward orbital motion will carry it towards Jupiter, so that the separation between them will shrink to half of that next weekend. Keep an eye on them. The two planets will “kiss” next week!

This is an absolutely terrific week to see Mercury with your unaided eyes or binoculars! The normally elusive planet is climbing the pre-dawn sky this week and then descends next week. It’s going to be quite easy to see between about 6:30 and 7 am local time. It will be the medium bright “star” sitting low in the east-southeastern sky.

Keep looking up to enjoy the sky! I love getting questions so, if you have any, send me a note.

#Andromeda #Messier 31 #Aldebaran #occultation #Mercury #Jupiter #planets #stars #astronomy #stargazing #Pegasus #Perseus

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dent-de-leon · 7 years ago

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have you ever shipped any other ships besides sheith? and what other tv shows or fandoms have you been apart of in the past?

asdfklfg there are so many video games and shows and stuff that I love I feel like to try naming them all is a futile effort, so I’ll just save you time and mention some other ships I like lmao. Admittedly I’m not into shipping really, so it has to be something I really really like. Sometimes I just ship stuff jokingly. Anyway, I assume you mean ships from other series, so:

For those of you who want canon lgbt representation in a mech show, might I suggest Evangelion, which has a bisexual protagonist who ends up with a requited romantic interest in this alien guy who is just unconditionally kind and supportive. And in a show where basically all the other relationships are portrayed as inherently damaging, manipulative, or abusive in some way, theirs is built entirely on mutual love and understanding. The contrast is both refreshing and healing, and it really warms my heart.

Unfortunately, Kowaru isn’t in the original for very long but he is in the Rebuild movies so I recommend watching 3.0 if you wanna see how fleshed out their relationship ends up being. I have a lot of feelings about these two in 3.0 and certain scenes always get me. It’s so sweet to see how implicitly Kowaru trusts Shinji though, and in a world where everyone else is telling him he can’t change and there’s no way to repair the damage he’s done, Kaworu still takes his hand and tells him it’ll be okay. That no one’s beyond redemption and there’s always something you can do to try and make amends, to move forward. Actually, I think my love for their relationship is what made me so drawn to sheith, mutual love and support is very much my thing

I love Fire Emblem. And since I’ve only played FE 13 and 14, by the simple virtue of the support system, I have sO MANY SHIPS!! SO MANY!! For those who don’t know, you get a whole army in FE. And in 13 and 14, by pairing units up and having them interact, you can get their relationship up to different ranks. If two units achieve S-rank they get married, and usually have a kid. And you can pair up literally like everyone in your army, so…ya…LOTS of ships. How many times have I restarted my game to marry my pc to someone new? More times than I should have. Henry was my the first person I married my pc to though so I have lots of FE ships but there’s a special place in my heart for him and Robin lmao

FENRIS AND HAWKE!! This is a conversation I can’t even really get into because if I start then I won’t stop, but just know he’s my favorite romance option in Dragon Age and I love him a lot. He’s also like, my one main play through love interest who didn’t run off and leave me too so that was cool. Except, then Hawke ran off and died in Inquisition…I fucked that up, I’m so sorry Fen…Anyway, I really feel for him. He’s overcome so much and he’s trying so hard to heal. And recovery is never simple or easy.

it’s frustrating, it’s upsetting, it’s heartbreaking. But he always tries to do better. And he’s never just “the grumpy elf” everyone jokes that he is. He plays cards with Varric and Donnic. He tries to talk things out with Anders after one of his quests, tries to offer some advice and help him (even after all the fighting that’s gone on between them). He laughs at Hawke’s bad jokes. He stands up and says he still doesn’t believe in defending mages, but he’ll help you because you’re his friend and he trusts you. And seeing Hawke help him open up to others, telling him that he’s not alone and they’ll help him–it always gets me.

And something interesting about his route is that he doesn’t hold it against you if you’re a mage. That’s literally a question you can ask–and I always do–and he’s honestly surprised you’d be concerned for him. He’s not “oh, yeah I hate mages, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He’s like “wait, why would that be a problem?? It’s fine you’re good, I like you.” I completely understand his feelings towards magic, but it’s still somewhat sweet–and I think in a way very healing–for him to become some open and trusting with mages like Bethany and Hawke.

Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus! I grew up with Sailor Moon so it was a pretty big part of my childhood. Unfortunately, that also means I grew up with the dub, which tried to censor the relationship by claiming they were “cousins”…ya…guess how well that worked. Anyway, it made a lot more sense to find out they were meant to be romantically involved. Even though they’re apart from the other sailor scouts, I love how close they are with each other. And any time they did show up it was a big deal!! I looked forward to those episodes the most. Also, I definitely had a crush on Sailor Uranus as a kiddo lmao. Neptune is very lucky

Duck and Fakir from Princess Tutu–I was like, extremely opposed to it at first. I was really rooting for Duck to get her prince!! To finally dance with the prince and win true love and the whole shebang, every time she made some progress with him I was so damn happy for her, I really wanted them to be together!! I wanted that perfect storybook ending! But the background for Tutu is that it is a story, but it’s one where the author dies before its completion and all the characters are left to their own devices–doing their best to avoid their destined tragic end. So I didn’t want Duck’s love to just be for nothing, I really wanted her to be with the prince because it was just something she wanted so bad.

But then she and Fakir ended up getting closer!! They start working together and he steps in and saves her. He finds out about her real identity and still supports her. He puts his own misgivings aside and realizes they have to help each other. And then Duck starts warming up to him too, and honestly? This is like, a ship where I can say I literally had a Moment where I realized I was in deep and that was it. Because Duck has that dream. That same old perfect dream where she’s dancing with her prince. But then when she finally turns to look up at his face–bAM, it’s Fakir instead. And she just wakes up all frantic anD SHE’S LIKE “OH NO OH SHIT I LIKE HIM” and meanwhile I’m over here crying like “oH NO!! I SHIP IT!!” Totally won me over

N from Pokemon and either trainer Black or White. “Leo why are you shipping stuff in a pokemon game,” you’ll probably say. And fair point. But I also say–this dork runs off on his own and leaves you! But I got so attached!! Listen, this was the first time pokemon had one of those fancy closeup cutscenes, and when his face was suddenly on the screen I like pANICED I was like “wHAT IS THIS SORCERY” and like jumped in surprise asjfdkl it fucking scared me. And then, he kept surprising me!! This was the one game where fighting the Elite 4 wasn’t the end of it. Oh no. This boy fucking summons a giant goddam castle out of the fUCKING GROUND and makes you walk like 2000 steps to go fight hIM instead!!

Boy I didn’t even get to fight the champion! I’ve gone years with this status quo and now you’re just shaking shit up! I also wanna point out the beginning cutscene is his coronation and I literally turned off the game and popped out the cartridge to double check this was still pokemon cause I was like “what the shit.” He also has ninjas, that’s a thing. Anyway, at the end of the game he’s like “Follow your dreams!!” and then juMPS OFF THE FUCKING EDGE OF A CLIFF AND I WAS LIKE WAIT NO–but then like a second later you see he actually jumped and landed safely on his dragon and I was like “oh ok good oh my god ok alright cool cool.”

and then hE FLIES OFF!! TO GO DO SOME SOUL SEARCHING!! HE’S GONE FOR YEARS! THEN BLACK/WHITE RUNS OFF AFTER HIM! AND THEN theY’Re gone for years and then in the goddam sequel N comes back but they’re still looking for him they like literally just missed each other I’m so mad!! Just reunite!! We rode a ferris wheel together and you told me you were a king, it was so romantic!! and then at the end of the sequal he’s like “That trainer was very important to me, I’m going to go find them and tell them how I feel,” like yES!! YES!! GO, YOU DO THAT BRO! STOP SITTING UNDER YOUR RUINED CASTLE AND GO DO THAT!

Also, most importantly–the MC and Anghel from Hatoful Boyfriend. Why? Because Hatoful is the single greatest dating sim ever conceived and these dorks are the best that’s why

#personal #this was so damn embarrassing pls no one look at me

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